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SILKSONG ANNOUNCEMENT

LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I will be disappearing mysteriously september 4th for unrelated reasons totally

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Loving Night

Girlfriend Haseul x Male Reader (Smut)

Smut Tags: Tit worship, 69, anal, missionary, anal creampie.

happy birthday Haseul!

Word Count: 2432

You and Haseul were like two peas in a pod.

Close, friendly and never separated unless required.

People always comment on how perfect your relationship is, how you are always spotted going on dates, always out and about.

Though, theres a side that neither of you would share. A side that wouldn't get viewed with that same idealistic gaze, well at least not by anyone but degenerates.

And that always took place at home, in the comfort of the massive bed Haseul owned.

Today was no different. It'd been a chill, relaxing day. Mostly because it was her birthday, and she could get it off. Though a relaxing day is not something you two often get, living your lives can be stressful.

Haseul was laid in the middle, head against one of her double stacked pillows. Wearing a simple outfit of a white t-shirt and blue jeans, but she didn't need to wear something complicated to impress you. She looked fantastic in everything.

And nothing.

But you are getting to that.

Your lips pressed against her neck, leaving gentle open mouthed kisses all over. Her head leaned back to give you complete access, which you took. Peppering kisses from her cheeks to her collarbone.

"Mmh baby, you are so needy today." She giggled, letting you kiss away to your hearts content.

"Can't help it when you look this beautiful." You whispered against her skin, "Just wanna kiss every inch." There was no harm in being a bit cheesy, if anything it was the main reason she accepted you when you asked her out.

"Oh well, can't argue with that. Though you could at least take my clothes off." She stated, you remembered you were getting a bit ahead of yourself. Pulling away from her neck, which was now slightly marked in love bites.

You grabbed onto the hem of her shirt, Haseul lifting herself up just enough for you to pull it up and over. The layer disappeared, revealing her bare stomach. Toned and perfect, she took such care of herself it was impressive.

Though, another layer was still in the way. A black bra, hiding her perfect tits. You unclipped it as fast as you could, a haste that made her give you another breathy giggle. The top half of her outfit was put neatly on the chair, easy washing later.

Her breasts were free to the world, "Wow." you said involuntarily, like you've never seen a woman before in your life.

"Babe you literally see them all the time."

"I know, you just look incredible." There was no shame to admit it, she was the prettiest girl you've ever seen.

She sat up, "Well then, prove it to me." Haseul got into your lap, letting you lower your face into her tits. Taking one of her pink nipples in between your lips, getting it nice and slippery with saliva.

"That's nice, suck on my nipples dear." She grabbed onto a few strands of your hair gently, pulling you closer.

You let it go, but only to ensure the other one was also made nice and wet. Her nipple stiffened in your mouth, your fingers making sure neither felt neglect.

She kept you close, burying you in her delicious flesh. Whining softly into the air as you lapped at her nipples. "Wow– so eager, well I'm not going to stop you baby."

You worshiped your girlfriend like the goddess she was, leaving no part of her breasts unexplored. Getting suffocated in all of it, squished against your face as you licked all of her tits. Not just her nipples, "Oh you are getting hard. I can feel you poking my crotch."

It was a swipe here, a long lick there. Occasionally sucking on her nipples, the minutes passed as you were enamoured by her chest. You could never have your fill, there would not be enough time in the world for that.

But Haseul had so much to enjoy, so you pulled away. A job well done, all covered in spit that shined in your bedroom light.

"Lay back down for me, going to get rid of the rest of these pesky clothes." You asked huskily, she fell back upon your request. Spreading her legs to assist you.

You unbuttoned her jeans, a small pop ringing out. Then your fingers lowered to the zip, pulling it down slowly. Now there was no barriers to remove the annoying clothing, pulling it down her long, smooth legs.

"By the way baby, I got a bit of a surprise. You know, to celebrate the occasion." Her eyes were peering at you, watching your face for any signs of surprise.

"Oh yeah? What's the surprise?" You asked, tugging the jeans off her feet. Adding them to the chair pile.

"It's a surprise– clues in the name. You'll find out when you finish undressing me, though get rid of yours first. I'm not being naked and exposed while you are sat there fully dressed." She pouted, eying you up as you complied. Haphazardly getting rid of every piece of clothing that clung to your body.

Now the two of you were in a similar state of dress, just underwear. The arousal evident and obvious. Your cock straining aggressively and her pussy making her underwear damp.

You got between her spread legs, eyes locking together as the final barricade was taken care of. Her pussy was so inviting, pubic hair neatly trimmed into a small patch. Her slit was slick and coated in arousal, you were dying for a taste of your girlfriends juices.

But your eyes trailed lower, a shiny glint capturing your attention. "A buttplug?" You asked in disbelief, a million ideas ran through your mind. Maybe exploring both of her holes with your tongue. Maybe just–

"Yeah, you've always commented on how much you love my ass. And it gave me an idea, so I've been practicing while alone. You are going to make it worth my time right?" Haseul purred, you knew exactly what she meant. Claiming her anal virginity.

Of course you were.

"Of course, I'd do anything for you." You meant it, but the slight smirk from appearing in the corner of her lips showed that she was going to test that.

"I know, you've proven that again and again. Though, since we are doing firsts tonight." She shifted, hand reaching into your underwear, giving one pump with her hand. "How about we go down on each other, same time? I want that cock in my mouth and you are literally drooling." She was forward, that was one of her strengths.

You nodded, wiping the spit off the corner of your mouth. It spoke loud enough for Haseul to dispose of your underwear. The two of you naked and in each others embrace.

Haseul laid down, feet against the pillows. You joined her, face opposite to hers. Her warm breath was brushing against your tip, forthcoming to the main event. Your hands grabbed onto her plush thighs, diving face first into her cunt. Letting out a needy groan at your girlfriend's divine taste, you've sampled it time and time again. That didn't always take place in the bedroom, sometimes on the sofa while watching a TV show, sometimes in the kitchen while the two of you cooked a meal. Sometimes in the shower after a long day.

And she let you, loved it even.

Haseul took your tip between her plump lips, sucking deliberately and slowly. Her tongue reaching out, giving small kitten licks in your slit. You were spurred into action, lapping against her folds, starting at the top then moving to the bottom. Flicking your tongue against her clit, every motion brought a sound out of Haseul. Breathy moans and short gasps.

Her warm mouth swallowed more, taking your cock into its saliva covered embrace. Haseul was always particulate in the way she gave head, every action carefully planned and executed to make you fall deeper and deeper.

Where she was elegant, you were sloppy. Covering her folds in your saliva, borderline slobbering all over Haseul. Opposites attract after all.

There was a feedback loop developed, every lick that hit the right spot from you resulted in a strong suck from her. Haseul's thighs tightened around your ears, trembling.

While you two couldn't share words, you could share actions. And that's enough. You couldn't process thoughts anyway, drowning in her intoxicating taste and musky scent. Slurping on her pussy with nothing but desire and lust.

Haseul was much the same, bobbing her head up and down. You subconsciously thrust into your girlfriend's mouth, bucking your hips as you wished for more. And more. And more.

Making your girlfriend cum was all that was on your mind, a top priority. Latching your mouth onto her clit, sucking greedily. Haseul vibrated around your shaft in praise, hand snaking around to play with your balls.

She was getting close, an orgasm on the horizon. So you sped up, lips slurping against her, Haseul sucked harder and harder. The two of you chasing a climax.

And it came quickly, messily. Haseul's juices drenched the entirety of your face, the act so hot that you couldn't hold your orgasm. It suddenly taking over you without warning, cum shooting in your girlfriend's mouth. She took it all, letting it flow down her throat.

A few moments passed, to let the intensity of the shared orgasm ebb away. Haseul moved first, lethargically, sitting down on the bunched out blanket in the corner of the room. "Might wanna wipe your face babe." She pointed at the mess made all over you. This happens frequently enough Haseul had the foresight to put tissues on the bedside table, alongside lube. Though that's a new addition.

"Of course, can't help myself." You smirked, Haseul adjusted her legs. Showing you the plug once again, reminding you of the original birthday goal.

"I know, you practically never leave my legs. Now, come over here, and bring the lube." She ushered, watching you quickly follow her commands. The medium sized bottle fitting in your palm, you climbed onto bed, resting on your knees as Haseul flaunted her best (by a close race) asset. Adorned with the plug like a fine gem.

"Remove it, slowly dear." You nodded, pulling it very slowly out of Haseul's ass. She let out a string of sexy whimpers as the plug slowly exited. Being fully removed with a hollow pop.

Her asshole was gaping slightly, the puckered rim looking so inviting. Haseul stole the lube from your grasp, playfully pulling you closer. Giving you one kiss on the lips, full of passion and love. "Had to break out my old dildo for practice, first time since I've had you." She purred against your ear, knowing the thought of her masturbating would make you shiver.

"Where did you even get time to do that? We've been so busy." You groaned, the cold sensation of lube being drizzled onto your shaft made you tremble.

"There was one day, where you were at work and I had to call in sick since there was no other time I had. That entire day I practically had it in my ass, if you were ever curious why the floor was sticky..." She confessed, not letting you dwell much on the prospects. Rubbing all the lube into your cock, jerking you off smoothly. You were covered in the slippery liquid, ready. "And I've had lots of practice, meaning we can skip most of the boring part. Just go in slowly."

Haseul poured lube all over her asshole, getting it slick and ready for penetration. Your girlfriend went back to her first position, lifting her legs up. Resting them by her head, she was a big fan of missionary, something you'd honour.

Your tip rubbed against her backdoor, taking it an inch at a time. Every piece of your cock was lovingly swallowed by Haseul's ass, gasping at how she squeezed around you.

"Oh baby, your ass is so fucking tight." You moaned, grasping her legs, holding them in the air together with one hand. "So glad you decided to do this."

"Me too! Keep pushing into my ass, that feels so nice baby." Haseul eased into the feeling of her boyfriend's cock going deeper. Relishing in the sensation, "You are so big, massive, stretching my ass so well!"

You kept going, watching your cock disappear inch by inch between her cheeks, burying your cock in her ass completely. She's so fucking warm and tight, you couldn't believe how lucky you were.

Your cock stilled, giving Haseul a moment to accommodate. She looked at you with half lidded eyes, waiting a few seconds. "Go on, fuck my ass like you mean it."

Mean what? No clue, though you could improvise.

You moaned, slamming your crotch against her. Each thrust was slow, impactful. Haseul's tits jiggling hypnotically, you had to divide your attention between many things. The view of her piercing her ass, her expression, her boobs. Every fibre of her being was eyecandy.

You kept it going, the intimate action was sinful yet intimate, anal with Haseul showed how much the two of you trusted each other, loved each other.

"I love you, Haseul." You praised, speeding up your thrusts. Haseul moaned back, deep and mature, ringing in your ears.

She took a moment to respond, "I love you as well. Fuck! I'm so sensitive, going to cum again!" Haseul's ass clenched around you harder, rubbing her clit with her fingers. A torrent of squirt splashing against your chest, one, two, three. Each second showed no sign of stopping, splashing against your chest.

"Wow, did you just squirt?" You were taken aback, it was new. Yet obviously welcome.

"Yeah...! That's, wow. That orgasm was incredible, but we should go all the way. Fuck your girlfriend's ass until you cum inside!" She demanded.

There wasn't much time left, the minutes were ticking down. Only two minutes till her birthday ended, you had to speed up if you wanted to give her a birthday creampie.

You moved at a blitz, shoving your cock in and out of her ass, getting more and more affirmations of pleasure.

One minute, 30 seconds.

You kept going, one tight squeeze made you blow, filling her ass with your seed.

"Happy birthday." You panted.

"Shut up... haha" She giggled in response.

A minute passed, before you let her legs down, your cock retracting from her ass. Letting the cum fall into the sheets.

"We'll clean it tomorrow, lead me to the shower?"

A/N: started rushing to try to do it to make sure I hit the deadline, barely. I'll make a more fulfilling fic for her another day.

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All Over (her body)

Choerry x Male Reader (Smut)

Smut Tags: Employment (Footjob, handjob, blowjob), multiple orgasms, face riding, grinding, riding, breeding.

Word Count: 4006

this is a request! I just changed enough to stay in my comfort zone that I think having the ask at the top would be confusing, hope you enjoy regardless. Always down to do more Choerry.

I also made a new transition image, just trialing it out.

Another weekend another night at the club.

While not the cheapest way to enjoy your time (it's easier to avoid looking at your bank statement) it's certainly one of the best. The town around this club being particularly barren and empty in the form of entertainment options, its the club or playing chess.

You –like many other people– had became a regular, the third booth on the left where you spend most of your time. The leather burnt and damaged on the edges, the way it was indented on the left middle cushion. You could recall it all, same with people. Several faces come in, some only once, other's here just as much as you.

Choerry was one of the latter.

Her presence was known immediately, the rooms energy changes when she walks in. Always sharp, sweet, seductive. Gets a few drinks bought by loners who think they have a shot at getting lucky, and it always ends up in heartbreak for them.

She had beckoned you away from your usual spot, luring you to the wall left of the dance floor. The club was awfully busy today, all sat down on the booths. The song playing was fucking awful. Garbage, but it was starting to be tuned out by Choerry.

"Heya." She said, holding the drink you bought her to her usual order. 'Love Cherry Potion' she called it. Her leg was hoisted on the wall, looking as effortlessly beautiful and casual like usual.

"Hey, so how's it going tonight?" You asked, taking a sip of the cocktail of your own. Down to an absolute science, all your favourites carefully balanced and pronounced. (the modest tip every payday helps.)

"Usual, got off work and came here." She sighed, pouting slightly as she looked at you. "But the free drinks are always nice."

She looked very dressed up, implying that she probably took a rather large detour to make herself look as lethal as usual. From the rough leather shorts that hid the majority of the fishnets that clung sinfully to her lower thighs. All the way to the black overly decorated crop top, letting you mentally feast on her toned stomach.

"Ay! Who said that drink was free?" You jabbed, Choerry let out an exasperated noise, dramatically putting her head against the wall.

"Shush, what's your plan after this?"

"Depends on the rest of the night, it's still young, can't rule anything out." You fumbled with your phone, double checking to make sure no obligations would potentially steal the freedom the night provides.

"I see, that's good to know." She smirked, adjusting her shirt, letting a bit more skin show for just a second.

"You? Got any?" You parroted, curious about her.

"Same as you, can't rule out any potential fun, that'd be stupid."

You nodded.

The song changed, you recognised it. Very popular, suddenly the entire room started to fill up with people, even ones from in the VIP lounge. The entire venue getting replaced by a swarm of people.

They didn't care who was in the way, pushing and shoving to make space to drunkenly dance to the sound of the beat.

That lack of care put you and Choerry in a compromising position, your body shoved right into hers. Pressing against each other with no way out, completely swarmed.

"S-sorry." You apologised, the proximity making you breathe in Choerry's perfume. A mix of fruity and floral, disarmingly addictive.

"Don't be. There's nowhere else you can go." She whispered, that much was true.

Another shove.

"Ah!" She yelped, your drink was spilled. Money going down the drain and dripping off Choerry's stomach.

"Sorry, again."

"Stop apologising honey, it's okay. Look." Your mouth went dry, her finger grabbing the pooling liquid, licking every inch of her finger. Taking it between her lips.

Removing it with a pop.

Fuck.

Choerry took shameless advantage of how borderline close you two were, leaning over into your ear. "I think there's something else you could give me..."

You bit down the nerves forming in your heart, pounding heavily in your ears akin to the bass of the music.

"Oh yeah?" You asked, each word covered in anxious saliva, making you sound borderline pathetic.

"Yeah.." Choerry's free hand stroked your hair, messing with you. "It's sticky, white and can be shot all over me."

You gulped down the thick spit trapped in your mouth.

"Jesus..."

She giggled.

You were painfully hard, her words, her perfume, her actions. It made you strain violently against your clothes. Clothed erection pushing against Choerry's bare thigh.

And she noticed, of course she noticed.

There was no space to hide.

She lifted her leg, giving you a small ounce of pleasure. Making you gasp.

"Seems like you want me... You can have me, most of me." She purred, leaving open mouth, tiny kisses on your earlobe.

"Most?"

"Every ounce of my body, just not my pussy, not safe and I hate condoms. Trust me though, I'm very skilled with the rest of my body, you'll be begging me for more." Choerry's palm went lower, giving your cock more attention, letting you gasp shakily.

Well the prospect of not fucking her was the travesty of the century, with how nice the rest of her borderline godlike body looked... It was hard to find any objections.

"God, please..." You moaned shakily, remembering you were in a public place. Nobody was watching, but you still felt exposed.

"That's what I like to hear... good. I think the crowd will disperse soon, then I'll take you back to my apartment." She promised, lowering her mouth to your neck. Leaving sloppy kisses.

She's fucking lethal.

Choerry shoved you down into her sofa, the cushion softening the force you landed with. She sat to the side of you, directly making eye contact, grabbing onto your face with animalistic hunger. She wasn't shy to take the lead, a feverish hunger motivating every slight action.

The two of you were inches away from each other, lips just barely touching. Brushing against each other, breathing in her oxygen. After a faint moment her teeth sunk softly into your bottom lip, making you gasp, Choerry's tongue took advantage of the situation. Sliding inside the cavern of your mouth, exploring every inch.

The alcohol she drank flooded in, the taste mingling with the natural taste of her breath. It was almost fucking addictive. Choerry pulled away unfortunately, breathing heavily after the makeout session. "Wow, you are a good kisser."

She didn't give you a second to reply, fighting with the clothes that hid your cock. Getting rid of your trousers with relative ease, throwing them on her carpet just next to your discarded shoes.

Now you were sat there, throbbing in Choerry's cold hand. "I knew you'd be perfect, but wow."

Choerry stayed fully dressed, from the cap to the boots, reclaiming her previous position next to you. "Going to stroke this big cock till you shoot your sticky load onto me. You want that right? To give me what I want?" She slurred her words, turning on the charm.

"Yes, god. Please." You gasped, Choerry gave a beaming smile. Lowering her face low enough to dribble the thick transparent saliva out her lips, falling down onto your tip. Her hand rubbed it in, massaging the spit into your entire shaft. Spitting a second coat to get your cock fully lathered in her.

"You are so warm in my hand, such a nice cock! I'll treat you so good tonight." Choerry stole your lips in yet another kiss. Lips smacking against each other in lustful bliss. Her hand stroked slowly, applying a firm and delightful pleasure. Choerry's grip was tight, hand squeezed around your slick cock.

You two kept up the intense makeout session, the awkward position was made all worth it when Choerry's second hand reached around to your balls. The dual pleasure made you fuck her hand, bucking up for more.

You had to pull away to breathe, getting a view of how Choerry was stroking your cock. So insistent and perfect, she struggled to take it all in her small hands. But that didn't deter her in the slightest.

"You are getting even bigger..." She praised, "Balls so full of cum, gonna make sure this is all drained on me." It seemed like Choerry was hellbent to make sure that was going to happen. Licking her lips sensually before sitting on your lap, rubbing your cock against the rough fabric of her shorts.

The harsh sensation of her clothes stung delightfully, contrasting with the almost pillowy feeling of her hand. You were throbbing, needy, on the cusp of an intense orgasm. Letting out a wanton string of whines out of your lips. "Fuck, Choerry... I'm gonna cum soon."

"Good, give me my prize. My reward, I want it all!" She sped up, giving it her all to make you explode.

And explode you did.

You shuddered as spurt as spurt of your thick cum shot into the sky, landing onto Choerry's stomach, shirt and her shorts. A stray shot catching her on the chin. Your white seed pooling on the fabric, which darkened where your cum landed.

She smirked when your orgasm stopped, standing up so you could admire how messy she was, outfit defiled in a cum that wasn't going to get out easily. Your presence was going to forever be in those fabrics. "Mmh, that's a nice load. Though I want more."

She parroted her earlier action in the club, this time putting on a private show. Sticking her tongue out, sliding her finger through the cream that pooled on her chest and belly button. Depositing it down on her tongue, swallowing it with a hum. "Tasty."

"Fucking hell Choerry, you are insane." A part of your soul was drained. a weaker man, who was wanting more.

Just like her.

"You haven't seen anything. Stay there for me." Choerry sauntered off into the next room, coming back a few moments later with a small transparent bottle. Depleted down to approximately 60% at a glance. Choerry got closer, offering you the bottle.

"What do you want me to do with this?" You asked, the bottle was slightly sticky, hm.

"I said every part, take my boots off and you'll see what I can do." The prospect was exciting, you two swapped positions. Choerry sitting down on the sofa while you fell to your knees, they were so overcomplicated and unreadable. You stared at them in disbelief, not even knowing where to begin.

She sighed, bordering on a whine. "The zip's at the back, hurry up!" Now you could see it, unzipping the boot as it deflated in size, allowing you to easily pull it off. It joined the rest of the pile, revealing her equally dark sock. Then you repeated the process.

"There you go. Continue." She watched with intent, you wanted to mess with her a little bit. Grabbing onto the fabric with your teeth, pulling off the sock slowly, making intense eye contact as her first foot was bare. "Fuck."

Then you moved to the next, same deliberate approach.

Now she was bare, both feet exposed to the elements. The lack of tacky boots a positive. "You want these feet wrapped nice around your cock right? Bet you'd take them in your mouth if I let you." She goaded.

"Yes..." It was a croak, a whimper at best.

"That's what I thought, then lube them up for me." Choerry outstretched them, spreading each toe apart to ensure equal coverage.

You moved quickly, opening the bottle. Letting the transparent, slick and shiny liquid fall into her foot, trailing downwards. Your hand immediately following through, each individual finger rubbing it into her sole. Letting it become nice and slick, shining in the artificial yellow light of her apartment.

The process repeated, Choerry letting out minor affirmations of satisfaction at the massage. "Lay back, going to jerk you off with my feet." She purred, you complied instantaneously. Falling back into the carpet.

She was a tease, ghosting your cock with her left foot, occasionally blessing you with the tiniest contact. "You look so mesmerised by my feet, you are going to cum all over them." That she promised, can't really object to such a desire.

There was absolutely no doubt about it.

Choerry was a cumslut.

But that's perfectly fine with you.

She looks good marked by your filth.

And she'll look better covered in more.

Finally she relented, trapping your cock between her feet. Beginning to move up and down, slowly at first. Choerry's soles were soft and undeniably perfect, her hand paling in comparison.

"Choerry, your feet feel so good. Fuck..." You groaned, Choerry gave a grin from the sofa. Speeding up her actions, fucking your cock with her feet. They were pedicured, nails painted purple like her fingers.

"Keep bucking into my feet, fuck them." She instructed.

You did.

Bucking your hips into her comforting feet, a drop of pre-cum beading at the top of your slit. Which was quickly dispelled by one of her toes.

"God damn."

Choerry was moving at a blitz, sliding her feet up and down the walls of your shaft. Struggling to keep you in between her, occasionally completely missing and getting her lube on your thigh.

"Each toe will look so pretty painted in your thick load, give it to me? Give it to Choerry." She ushered, the sheer neediness made you get close.

So close.

The second orgasm loomed, only a few more euphoric moments in her foots embrace. A burning feeling of pleasure filling up in your core for the second time tonight.

"Fuck– I'm going to cum." You groaned.

"Cum! Cum on Choerry's feet." The third person address made everything so much real. Making you bust immediately, ropes of cum flying into the sky and landing all over her toes, in the crevices and on the soles. The orgasm may have been weaker, but not by much, another layer of pearlescent cum painting the smooth canvas she provided.

You laid there, head fuzzy from having even more of your soul sapped away from you. Taking heavy breaths, you needed a moment. Maybe a few more than a moments.

"Good! Look how nice they look." She wiggled her cum covered digits, flaunting your handywork back to you.

She noticed your weakness, sluggishness. "Oh, I thought you'd be able to handle more than two. I'm disappointed." She frowned.

Like hell you were going to tap out in two.

"I'm not done. Just, give me a second." Your voice was broken. Choerry pondered for a second, before getting an idea.

"A second? Sure, I've got an idea. A very good idea."She got off the sofa, unfastening her belt, letting the cum splashed shorts fall into the ground. Getting kicked out under her, revealing Choerry's originally white underwear. Now a dark grey under her arousal, getting off on the cum blanketing her. Her underwear was trapped underneath her fishnets, a pesky obstacle that she was going to need to remove.

And she did just that.

With a fair amount of difficulty, sure.

But after a minute or two, Choerry's hands had successfully gotten rid of it.

Her panties pulled down her legs, a thin layer of grool connecting it to her pussy. She was impossibly wet, folds glistening with a heady arousal. The panties fell to her feet, getting stepped out of.

"Going to ride that face of yours, get it nice and wet." She wasn't asking for permission, Choerry knew she didn't need to. You were already salivating.

She took long, slow steps. Looming over your head, she began to lower herself. Your vision being replaced by something better, her arousal hit your nostrils first. The musky, almost hypnotic sweetness was punchy.

Exciting.

She lowered down onto your tongue, her silky folds grinding against it. Choerry's taste was addictive, you craved more and more from the first drop.

Her moans filled the room as you held Choerry by her thick thighs, bouncing off every object of the apartment. She was loud, whiny. Screaming out praises and swears like nothing else, urging you to keep going.

Your tongue was being used, almost abused by her pace. Her puffy cunt rubbing itself all over your face, not to say you weren't assisting her in that motion.

"Fuck!! You are so good! Oh my god, oh my god." It hadn't even been that long, a few minutes at most. And Choerry was wailing.

"Fuck! Fucking hell..!" She moaned, that spurred you on. Fingers digging into her ass, sliding your tongue into Choerry's hole. Tasting the most delicious of her juices, sticky and abundant. You tongued her sloppy pussy with reckless desire, almost to a fault. Going in and out as Choerry took it all greedily.

She was shaking, thighs contracting, you continued your feasting.

You could tell she was close.

She got even wetter, somehow. You didn't even think it was possible.

Yourr face was messy, Choerry's juices marking you.

"Shit..! I'm– i'm, keep tonguefucking me! Please fuck!" She went tense, exploding all over your face. You rode out her pleasure, ensuring she took it all.

And then she fell back, right into her shorts. Drying cum falling onto her lips.

Choerry didn't take long to recover, in fact before you could even process what had just transpired she was up again. Eying your revitalized erection.

"There we go! Back to life." She ushered you up back onto her sofa, blowing you a kiss. Choerry bent over to your left, leaning over to brush her lips against your tip. This time though, it seemed like she had bigger ideas.

Choerry pressed your nose against the bottom of your shaft, sniffing. "Mmh your cock smells so good." She let out a groan. Treating herself to your scent, maybe she was just a cockslut in general. In every possible facet.

Her lips took one of your balls in her warm mouth, sucking very gently. Stealing a moan out of you, tongue giving licks to your sack. Her eyes looked up at you, staring with those wide pupils. Dark with obvious arousal.

She released you out of her mouth. Running her finger nail up the base of your shaft, a sharp shiver running up your spine. "You still have more cum for me, I want it all!" Choerry gave a long series of kisses all the way from your balls, running up from your walls to the tip. "And I want it now."

She practically swallowed your cock, taking it past her reddened lips. Her warm mouth took it all, leaving it nestled inside without moving.

Her beady eyes looked up at you again, she was waiting for something.

You took a guess.

"Please." You uttered throatily.

She didn't move.

"Please Choerry."

.

.

.

That was what she wanted, to be addressed.

She began to move, sucking your cock with an eagerness that made your head spin. World starting to turn as she bobbed her head up and down on your length.

Your fingers perched into her jet-black hair, acting as an outlet to the extreme pleasure of Choerry's intoxicating mouth. She was quick, obviously excited to stuff your cock down her throat. Lowering herself fully, inch by inch disappearing through her swollen lips.

"Damn, take my cock in your mouth."

She kept going, down and down.

Choerry had a gag reflex, quite a strong one, ejecting your cock from her mouth. "So big, but I'm not going to stop, need it all." She panted, trying again.

"You are doing so well Choerry." You praised her, she beamed. Pushing on, the struggle to take it was evident. Her spit getting everywhere. It's slick warmth falling down your balls.

She kept going, the harsh wretches of her throat didn't deter her. Taking all of your cock. Her nose was pushed up against your crotch, she held it there for as look as she could. Her throat was ecstasy, but it didn't last for very long before she had to breathe.

"Such a good job, took it all so well." You stroked her hair, giving her a kiss. The taste of your cum on her lips.

"Thank you, I could suck your cock all fucking day." Choerry said, but her next actions came as a surprise. She straddled you, grinding her soaked pussy all over the side of your shaft. Letting out small half whimpers.

"Fuck it. You wanna fuck me right? Let me ride that fat cock?" She asked, hovering over your tip.

One word.

One phrase maybe, if you wanted to be more precise.

And you'd get to fuck her.

Eh, ramifications are hindsight.

"Of fucking course."

She smirked.

Then lowered.

The two of you shared a moan, hers were high pitched while yours guttural. Choerry's walls gripped around you greedily, like she didn't want you to leave, it wasn't going to let you. "Ah! You are so big inside me!"

She lowered until you bottomed out, now fully inside Choerry's cunt. warm and stressfully tight, making your head go empty of anything else. Just her, nothing else.

She began to move, lifting herself up and down. She didn't care to be slow, there was enough foreplay, Enough teasing, she just wanted your cock.

And all of it.

She slammed against your cock, eyes screwed shut in pleasure. Using your cock, screaming when it hit the right spots. "You'll cum inside me right? Knock me up? Make me a mommy fuck!"

"What?" You groaned, the whiplash making your head turn. She kept up her rhythm. Hands wrapping around your back for support, fucking herself on your cock aggressively.

"Cum inside me, breed me, fuck! Please, I want your cum inside of me! Shit!" She had no shame, didn't need it.

Didn't want it.

What she wanted was obvious, she was moaning it into your ear, she'd been covering herself in it all day.

"Fuck– Choerry, shit." You didn't know how to answer, you barely knew the girl who was begging to be filled. Though her body seemed desperate to wring you dry.

"I feel so full– so good! God!" She was losing herself, head falling onto your shoulder, tapping up and down at the intensity she was riding.

She savoured at how your cock stretched her out, you could imagine how she was covering your shaft with her plentiful juices. All your eyesight could see was darkness, because you couldn't keep them open. She was far too good.

"Yes! Shit, I'm cumming, I'm cumming already!" She slowed down, rhythm falling apart when she came undone. Where she stopped you started, keeping the pleasure up. Laying her down against the sofa as you stood up, immediately thrusting back into Choerry's wanting hole.

"Give me more, give me more– until you flood my womb with your cum!" She shouted, laying there as your crotches slammed against each other.

You'll give her what she wants.

Her slick cunt drove you crazy, grabbing onto her hips and thrusting in and out. in and out. Fucking her into the furniture, there was not much time left for you. As much as you hated it, wishing to be inside her for longer. Forever, even.

"Choerry, fuck I'm going to cum." You groaned, Choerry's body was trembling, hands raking into the cushions. A miracle they weren't thrown away into the wind.

"Yes, yes! Cum, cum! Please, breed me! Fill me with your load! Fuck!" She urged you, one final thrust and you came. Pumping her full of your semen, giving Choerry what she wanted.

"It's so warm, fuck." She was obviously satisfied, out of breathe, hair knocked over her eyes. You pulled out, letting the excess cum drip onto the carpet.

"You definitely knocked me up... fuck, thank you."

She got up, legs trembling, Choerry got up far too early, falling into your arms. Whispering in your ear.

"Say, why don't we go into my bedroom? Really make sure I get pregnant?"

What do you have to lose?

Nothing.

Here's the request, unfortunately I deleted it immediately after taking the picture so you only have my annotated version.

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Untitled Jinsoul Smut

I said I'd be back with another short one, decided to do both results of the poll and then i'll probably call it.

Jinsoul x Male Reader.

Smut focus: Feet Worship.

Concerts are always a time to enjoy yourself.

Bite down the pain of watching your bank account get drained to witness your favourite artists.

It's always something you do, normally with friends but this time circumstances shattered those plans in two.

Though, many things seem to be different this time.

When Jinsoul cornered you after the VIP meet and greet section you were shocked but more than happy to come with her. Sliding you into whatever room she got ready in.

She was a seductress, plain and sample.

Because you never ever thought this situation would unfold. Never thought you'd agree to do such an act.

But when she described it there was absolutely nothing else you'd rather do in this moment.

"You looked so cute, nervous when my hand brushed against yours. I knew that you'd fall down on those knees." She had a smirk, laying back against her chair. The slight angle allowed you to look up her dress, eying at her panties. Safety shorts removed at some point.

But the real surprise was Jinsoul's sock-clad foot rubbing against your nose, the odor of sweat piercing its way upwards, making you smell her at her most primal.

"Been dancing for the last few hours, getting nice and sweaty for whatever little thing I could use." Her other foot pressed into your crotch, toes pushing all over. "This cock is getting hard, do a good enough job and I'll give you a reward."

Jinsoul pulled away giving you a chance to reply (and breathe fresh air, though you weren't sure you wanted to.) "Of course." You sighed, words overridden and replaced by the desire to please.

"Then take them off, show me how much you love your idol." Jinsoul purred.

You complied, her black sock getting pulled down off. The raw scent violated your nose but not your mind. Sniffing her sweaty sole almost reflexively, your thumbs massaging every part of her foot. The skin smooth one side and deliciously rugged on the other.

"Use your tongue. Don't keep me waiting." She pressed her pedicured toes against your lips, forcing your mouth open. "Wow, you are a cutie."

You got to work, tongue licking between Jinsoul's blue painted toes. getting drunk on the heady taste of sweat, cock pressing impossibly hard against your straining fabric.

"Mmh, that feels nice, don't miss a spot." She laid there, basking in the satisfaction of one of her precious fans being so loyal they'll do anything if she so much as suggested.

Your tongue explored every inch, ensuring every part of her foot was nice and clean, replacing dirt with saliva. "Get your cock out for me, wanna see what my obedient fan is packing."

You complied with haste, fumbling away with the lower half of your clothes to get your cock free. Made more difficult by Jinsoul's foot rubbing all over your face, covering you in your own saliva.

"Oh wow, my little footslut is nice and big. I'll give you a little motivation to be messier for your idol." Shit. She had you completely, awakening a whole host of kinks within you that'll never be acted upon again.

But its Jinsoul, she can do no wrong.

Her foot trailed down, catching every part of you, claiming you.

You gasped when her warm foot made gentle contact, rubbing all over, wriggling her toes on your tip. "Continue being a good slut and I'll give you even more."

That was all the motivation you could ever need.

Your hand grabbed onto the second sock, nothing more than an annoying obstacle. Ripping it off to a deep chuckle from Jinsoul.

"Now you are getting desperate for my sweat, bet you wish this moment would never end." She sneered, "Wish I could take a picture of how fucking pathetic you look, but I don't wanna create potential security issues."

The taste of salty body sweat hit your taste-buds once more, unashamedly drooling all over Jinsoul's foot, trails of bubbly saliva falling like a river downwards, dripping into the carpet.

Jinsoul rewarded your sloppiness with more stimulation, tracing delicate circles on your tip with her toes. Each movement frustratingly little in pleasure, enough but not enough, more than you could even desire yet not even fulfilling the smallest amount of want.

"Wow, I can feel how much pre-cum is dripping. Fuck..."

You got even hungrier, maybe such so you would never satiate. Jinsoul massaged every inch, even giving your balls a bit of stimulation.

"We don't have long before curfew, get up." She demanded, you have never got off your knees quicker.

"Come closer."

You moved, getting close, Jinsoul made sure there was no space left. "Such a nice slut." Her hands reached down underneath her dress, pulling her panties down. "You got me so wet, keep these, I hope you'll jerk off on them." She slipped it into your shirt pocket.

Your heart raced, you had your idols underwear.

Thank fuck your friends were busy.

"Say thank you Jinsoul." Her finger lifted your chin, forcing you to make eye contact.

You gulped.

"thank you jinsoul" It was a quiet whimper, one that she still accepted.

She dropped to her knees, giving your tip one sweet kiss. "Good boy, I'll help you with this real quick, as a thank you."

As a thank you.

With her mouth descending on your cock, you can say confidently its the nicest thank you gift received in history.

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The Moon and The Abandoner.

Yandere LOONA x Reader

Its OT12, I just don't know how to format images nicely and I wanted to use something modern.

curse tumblrs limited colours but i was not using HTML.

I really enjoyed writing this fic, like, really. Hope you enjoy it as much.

The moon remembers the abandoners presence.

Light in its warmth. Contrasting the eternal darkness.

Combined with one each other.

Until it ran, the dynamic has shifted.

The moon is lonely.

It will find the abandoner.

The crescent will become whole.

- The moons promise, to the abandoner.

The cacophonous sound of your alarm rippled through your bedroom, jolting you awake. 7AM, great. You forgot to turn it off, maybe you could go back to sleep. But it wouldn't be worth the effort.

At least you can start your productive tasks, get the monotonous tasks out of the way and enjoy your life later tonight.

That'd be the dream.

For as long as this town has existed tradition was made, the shrine of divinity. It's said to have illuminated this town and contributed to its endless prosperity, you didn't believe it. But families, friends and the entire population would shun you out for that belief. You've avoided going to it for most of your adult life.

But people are unfortunately growing wise of your lack of presence, so you'll make a public display to appease the people. You checked your drawers, finding the stuff, slightly dusty so you'll wipe it down.

One stick, covered in white and gold foil, adorned with a small full moon. Traditionally made out of paper but upon the night of blot it's been made out of silver.

A black cape, represents the night sky just without the stars. You threw it in the bag, not your bag because it'd be 'disrespectful'. Now you are ready, let's make it quick.

Your town was small, so it was barely a 5 minute walk. The queue was just beginning to form, though it'd still take ages due to the formation of the line. In the form of a curved semi circle, so you also had to run a calculation in your head.

Remember the line.

People are behind you.

You observed the act. Left knee, 12 words. No more than a hushed whisper.

Okay.

Improvise the rest.

The line grew behind but in front it fell away.

It was your turn, put the cloak on, grab the stick.

Down to your left knee into the dirt, sit in front of the multicoloured veil and breathe in.

"May the moon gaze upon this town once more, guide us all."

That's it, no fanfare. Done.

You left.

At least it'd appease your family.

----

ViVi, the herald of the moon watched over earth. Observing all, witnessing everything. Sitting in the shiny silver throne, feet planted on the star-forged footrest. Earth was the sole object of her interest, basking in the glory of thousands of individuals admiring their charity.

Though one thing caught her eye, the energy in one town was wrong, familiar. The moon never forgot, could it be them? No, surely not. ViVi closed her eyes, trying to reach to that shrine.

But that feeling was gone, whoever was there had left.

The abandoner, why do you mock us so?

Her eyes opened, looking at mars. A singular tear froze in her eye.

The abandoner, at our shrine.

Hyunjin, the bountiful approached ViVi, sensing the shift in her emotion. Wearing her regal yellow dress, holding a long silver staff. With a shining whole moon on the tip.

"Kahei. Something about you is awry, speak." Hyunjin dug her staff into the moon. Their base was situated at the pinnacle of the orbiting rock, invisible to the earthlings they monitor.

"A prayer felt akin to the abandoner, but it was fleeting. It can't be felt there. Look forward and tell me if you feel it." Hyunjin listened to her, putting her hand out. It was ephemeral, but something was there. That feeling she had all those generations ago. In the bed, embracing each other, that unbridled joy.

"That, them." All of them took a pact to never say the abandoners real name unless they met them once more.

"Perhaps, may they return to us. I'll ask Jiwoo to look around the earthly plane." ViVi stood up, acknowledging Hyunjin before leaving off to find Jiwoo.

"Very well. I will deal with the blessings."

---

The extra time from your mishap had actually been quite the fortune in disguise, giving you the time to meet your friends for the first time in a month.

The coffee shop was empty, with the exception of a few staff members and you three. It was modern, sleek and generic. White walls, black columns, wooden tables. Your friends had grown accustom to this place, practically living here.

"Yooo! Y/N whats up!" Your best mate Eunwoo called out, hand waving to you. "I was surprised Hanni said you were coming, but I got your favourite!" The drink slid across the table smoothly, stopping just before falling off the counter.

"Appreciate it, I'll pay you back later." You fell into the seat, taking the seat opposite to Eunwoo and adjacent Hanni.

"Pftt, don't sweat it. I still owe you like... let's just call ourselves even." Eunwoo owes you quite a bit more than one coffee, but for now you'll let him off. Friends do what friends do.

"Clearing your own debt? Nice to see your still classy Eunwoo." Hanni said from the side, sighing.

"Well you know, gotta keep the hustle up." Eunwoo took a sip out of his coffee, giggling to himself at his cleverness.

"Whatever, nice to see you again Y/N. If you woke up at a normal time we could make this a more regular occasion." Hanni sighed, she's always been on your case about waking up and meet up with them. You've always sidestepped them, but maybe you'll consider it.

Probably not.

"Yeah yeah, sure. Do you guys not have anything better to do? Practically live in this shop." You drank some coffee, definitely the wrong order. Good ole Eunwoo, one job.

"Obviously, we just like being up before 8pm at night. Some can't relate evidently." Hanni smirked.

"Hey you two–" Eunwoo interjected over Hanni quickly. "wanna hit a PC bang or something after this. Could be some fun."

"Eugh you and them PC bangs, not....." You zoned out, not paying much attention. Eyes wondering around the scenes behind windows, trees, rocks and pedestrians.

Your eyes widened suddenly.

You are being looked at. Not by someone you know. A girl with a crown adorned in crystals, her peach eyes piercing into your skull.

"Y/N? You alright?" They asked, looking at you in concern.

"Someone's fucking staring at me, what the hell?" You pointed at the creepy girl watching you, they followed your command and turned around.

"What?? There's nobody Y/N." Hanni said, staring at you weirdly.

"Yeah are you good?" Eunwoo parroted, what? You are looking at them.

They are looking at you.

"Stop fucking kidding, there's literally someone with peach eyes staring at me." You were panicking, did you suddenly have a stalker?

"You need some rest, there's literally nothing but a tree." Hanni stated.

You can see it, literally see it. What the fuck?

"So... About that PC Bang?" Eunwoo asked again.

"I think Y/N needs to sleep, if they think their being stalked. Guess we will have to reschedule..." Hanni dismissed you, the two of them getting up and leaving.

That was odd, she's still looking at you.

Maybe if you run.

----

Chuu, the visionary pulled her apparition from the small town, that was definitely the abandoner. Their presence, their confidence, it all had manifested into something different.

But the fact she could be seen. That's no accident.

The moon is inescapable, dear.

Chuu smiled softly, their next step can go ahead. She stroked the peach gems on her hand, how pretty they looked.

You always gave me the best colour.

She laid there on her bed, made of the finest silken fabrics, she'll inform the peers later. For now she can bask in the joy of sharing a moment, however small.

---

You got home, slamming your bag into the floor. Falling into your mattress, bouncing against it. Hard and uncomfortable, but whatever.

That girl rang on your thoughts, you saw it, you saw it. Eunwoo and Hanni had to be messing around, but why would they fuck with you?

That's out of character.

You felt exhausted suddenly, like a million bricks had began to weigh you down. Putting your head on your pillow, eyes beginning to shut down.

The peach reflection stared back, even while resting.

Eugh.

You can't handle this.

You shoved the blanket over you, enjoying its weight and warmth. Comforting you temporary, it'll do.

----

Chuu had summoned every member for a council meeting, the first time in countless generations. It wasn't needed, everything was a well oiled machine.

But this day was written into the stars, to come eventually.

And they were elated.

Chuu began to speak, the other 11 stared.

"I saw them. Their new appearance is even more beautiful. The grace of the moon has not left them." Chuu said, smiling to herself.

Haseul, the songbird broke the silence first. "Jiwoo, explain your certainty." She sung, adjusting her crown.

"You can feel it. Like the purest light, remember what they did for us." Chuu lifted her left hand, the gemstone catching the rays of light.

Choerry, the artificer smiled. That was her work, combining the abandoners gift with the silver frame. "If this is true, how can we communicate with them?"

"I am unaware of the method. Jungeun, speak." Chuu called to the callous individual to the end of the table, sitting ages away from everyone else.

Kim Lip, the navigator replied curt and shortly. "If they believe in the prophecy. Their dream."

ViVi spoke over Chuu, thus is hierarchy of superiority. "They've only ever prayed once. I am under good authority to state they don't believe."

Hyeju, the conjurer watched on in thought. Trying to think about how to reach their ultimate goal, the one set out long ago.

An idea came to her mind, one that could work.

"Send Yeojin to earth, alone. I trust Jiwoo knows what to look for and can share that information?" Her voice boomed, speaking with misplaced authority as one of the youngest.

Chuu doesn't care for ideals like that. The abandoner is the end goal.

"Of course. I'll help Yeojin figure it out, my apparitions can not speak. This is the only way."

The only way.

Yeojin, the sycophant smiled brightly and fully, flashing her teeth. While the youngest and most spunky in her personality, that does not mean she is weak. Far from it. "Yay! I've got it! Let me go." She gripped onto her orange glove, adorned with similar gems. The abandoner gave them outfits and concepts that suited them all, letting Choerry make them.

"Prepare yourself, remember not to overwhelm them. We will force them if required, but avoid making that evident." Chuu commanded.

The briefing was over.

The abandoner will be communed with.

One day, they will come home.

For the moon had promised this.

When the separation occurred.

---

That was the worst sleep of your life, but at least the piercing eyes weren't in your head anymore.

You were drenched in cold sweat, clothes sticking to you grossly. Eugh.

The sky was dark, how long were you out? Fumbling for your phone you found out. 8pm.

Wow.

"Xanthus!" You jumped backwards, hitting your back on your drawers. Falling to the ground.

What the fuck was happening?

"How did you get into my house...? What the fuck! Get out!" You shouted impulsively, in front of you was another girl. Different, shorter. Eyes glowing a dim orange. Wearing a tangerine outfit, shorts that came down just above her knees and a tight t-shirt with fingerless gloves.

"Xanthus...? You don't recognise me." She frowned, outstretching her hand. In it laid a stone that glowed softly.

"Who the fuck... Leave my house." You got up.

"Please, you don't? Why... you fucking abandoner." Her voice was solemn. Lips going to a frown.

"You have the wrong person. I don't know who Xanthus is. But it isn't me, leave." You tried to maintain your composure, keeping enough distance. First a stalker now an intruder.

"I can sense it. Sit down, I want to talk. I'm Yeojin." Yeojin pointed at your bed, you weren't doing that.

"No." you were confident.

"Enough Xanthus. Why did you flee? Why are you being awkward!" She lifted her hand up, shoving you into the bed effortlessly. Slamming your head forcefully into the wall. "Oh sorry! Didn't mean to do that."

You groaned. "What the fuck– how?" Rubbing your head in shock and pain.

"You prayed, you actually prayed. You want to come back, there's no other reason. Come home Xanthus, please." She pleaded, grabbing onto your stick, ripping the bag open.

"Your– no, I'm going crazy, I'm actually going insane." You muttered, reaching for your phone.

"Stop pretending you can't feel it, that pulse, our heartbeats intertwined." Yeojin closed in, taking short steps. "I just... you remember that night? Surely, you remember that night we embraced each other. Please."

You shook your head, "What the fuck... I'm just going to call the cops."

"No! You know what, this is fruitless. Xanthus, I will be back. Not alone. Goodbye for now."

She disappeared in a bright flash, singeing your eyes. Sitting in eternal darkness for the next few eyes until your vision recovered.

Xanthus huh? I'm never praying again.

Where Yeojin warped away from left a card, golden, imprinted by a sky and a frog.

XII - The Frog.

A tarot card.

You'll keep it on your desk, might need it.

----

Yeojin returned to their sanctuary, dejected but not hopeless. There was a spark she could feel, recognise.

Ultimately this was written from the start.

She will reunite the moon, rebind all 13 of them together.

Together they will shine.

She savoured that spark, reporting the findings to the council.

Yves, the strategist approached Yeojin. "Share your findings."

"Its them! But they didn't listen, just screamed and threatened to call the cops." Yeojin shouted.

"Quiet. No time for eccentricism, state conditions." Yves chronicled Yeojin's words into her floating journal. Each word flashing burgundy and being eternalised before becoming black ink.

"Oh yeah, sorry Sooyoung... Lives alone, human strength. Would be easy to take but since Xanth-" She nearly slipped up, that'd get her punished. Pacts and all. "They don't believe me, we wouldn't be force them to accept the role."

Yves wrote more. "Good job, Yeojin. You have done good, I'll think about our plan. See you later." And she disappeared.

Yeojin just went to sleep, the moon has to rest as well.

After one cycle Go Won, the protector had been summoned to Yves' quarters. Yves had multiple copies of her journal, reiterating, refining, realising that an elaborate plan was just simply not needed for this. Go Won's thing was comforting and making people pliable, she can do it.

"Chaewon."

"Sooyoung."

The two weren't the most amicable of friends, even when whole. Their approaches too different to establish a major bond, but this was important.

They'll choke it down for now.

"The others seem confident in their assessment, the abandoner has been found. You must head down like Yeojin did, try to placate them."

Go Won gave a curt nod, "Okay. What do I need to know?"

Yves flipped a few of her pages without touching them, highlighting it with her long nails, making it clear what is what. Minimising the need to speak.

"Read. You are dismissed." The book got shoved into Go Won's embrace, she will enact the moons promise.

---

You lounged around your room for the remaining hours of the day, earned by the awful day.

The night was in full force, the sound of music flooding through the walls by inconsiderable individuals.

The card on your desk was cold, very cold. Frigid.

The TV in your room was playing a show, one you've been recommended countless times by Eunwoo. It's really the only thing he messages you about.

Knock Knock.

You weren't expecting anyone.

But, Hanni did like to be spontaneous.

Hopefully it's actually her.

You rushed downstairs, fumbling with the door lock.

It was open.

.

.

.

That's not Hanni.

How many of these girls were planning to terrorise you this evening?

You attempted to slam the door shut, but it didn't yield. Stiff in place.

"They are right, that presence... Please be not afraid, I do not wish to harm." Her voice was slow, soft, sweet. Almost disarmingly so, the door wasn't going to move so your choices were limited.

"I'm taking that no isn't on the cards?" You stepped back, her head shook slightly, stepping closer. Preventing you from drawing distance.

"No, Xanthus listen. It's a lot, I'm aware. Let me in. We can talk about this in a more comfortable method." The formality at which she spoke made you anything but comfortable.

"I'm, stop calling me that. My name is Y/N." You demanded, voice venomously annoyed.

"Okay. I believe what I have to say should take place where you can lay down. I'm Chaewon, if you wish to address me."

Chaewon had an ethereal presence, wearing a mint green dress with veils that covered her legs. Everything about her felt, trustable. Unlike that Yeojin, you led the way to your bedroom. She followed behind.

"This bedroom, it reminds me of you. Somethings don't change." Chaewon commented, closing the door. Preventing you from running within a moments notice, you were at ease somehow.

"Yeah... What did you want to tell me?"

"Tell, no. I want to show." Chaewon laid down on your bed without asking, outstretching her arms. "Please join me."

Surprisingly, you compiled. Going against your better judgment, get it done with and accept your fate. She hasn't thrown you into a wall.

Your body fell into Chaewon's hands, feeling slightly awkward. "Good Xan-Y/N. Heed my words, close your eyes." She whispered into your ear.

You complied.

The world was dark, calm. Her breath cradled your ears, soft wind making your heart go still. "You used to be with us, the moon whole. We loved you, vice versa. Together as one." She turned music on, classical.

"I'm still not the person you are looking for." You reiterated.

"Do not deny. The moon recognises itself, we miss you." Chaewon's embrace tightened, made you feel... comfortable. Something was familiar.

Like you've been here before.

You shook your head.

"So, why did I run then? Clearly there's a reason."

Her arms faltered, before stroking your hair with two fingers. "I can't explain that, but I will show you." She turned you around, pressing you into her chest.

"Hey wai-"

"Silence. It's necessary." The minty scent of Chaewon filled your nose, the only thing you could focus on. Your vision was dark and you were trapped. "Kataskion aski!"

Everything went blank. Hollow. Empty.

----

You were on the moon.

There was 12 of them, three of them recognisable.

You looked down, that's not your appearance.

Covered in modest robes, your fingers had 12 rings on them.

Each in a different colour.

"Why are you doing this?" Someone called upon you, wearing blue, a tunic. In her hand an dual edged axe, stained red slightly.

A voice that didn't sound like yours began to respond. From your mouth. "I must go, you know why."

"All this? Abandoning your responsibilities as moonborn for one bad decision? You are weak."

"They prayed, they offered. They repented and you murdered them all."

The warborne.

Your thoughts were merging with whatever Chaewon wanted you to hear.

"Silence! We had reasons. You can shed your responsibilities but we will find you."

You were reborn, like a phoenix wing. Ran away and reincarnated as what you see today.

You are Xanthus, the divine saviour.

The moon started to break away, the girl in front of you disappeared.

It went dark once again.

----

You gasped, her arms holding you still. What the fuck? What the hell?

Xanthus... The divine.

"You see now. I can tell you see." Chaewon gasped, letting you free. You got up, panicking, shaking. Existential dread clawing at you, your life a lie. All of it was a lie.

You fell to your knees.

"What the fuck! How, what, why!" You shouted, looking at the window.

It's staring at you.

It sees you.

It mocks you.

"Relax. Come here." Chaewon offered you a hug once more.

You accepted it.

"Y/N, you should return to us. You know this, but I'm not here to force you. My role has been played, like yours shall be soon." She traced reassuring circles on your back, whispering sweet nothings, letting you sob into her shoulder.

"I just, it's not real. My life, its fake! What the fuck!" you croaked, tightening your hold on Chaewon's body.

"Not fake, you chose this. Long before. Relax into my embrace, I will leave upon your request."

You didn't immediately will her away, the warmth of her presence something you enjoyed in immense guilt. Presumably before this day, this rabbithole will consume you.

Your friends won't listen, trust you. They couldn't see that girl in the coffee shop, they won't be able to see these two. A tarot card? That's not enough.

You'll be doing this alone.

You enjoyed Chaewon's hug for a few more moments. "Please, leave."

"Of course. Good to see you again Y/N."

The fuck.

You ran to the bathroom, splashing water will help.

The faucet ran, water flowing into the drain.

It gathered in your hand, a cold puddle.

You threw it at yourself, letting the cold bite your skin. A deep sigh escaping your pursed lips at every droplet that fell down.

You looked up.

Your own reflection didn't stare back, that wasn't you.

There was nothing to recognise.

Those clothes around its neck, you wish you could struggle them.

Xanthus may be you, but you are not Xanthus.

Enough.

Your fist launched into the mirror with all its might, shattering it with a force that startled you. A massive crack winding through the middle, millions of shards breaking into a dust on your hand.

Your fist was bleeding, blood dripping into the acrylic sink, white blooming red.

It stings.

They will not control your fate.

You will.

The glass laid on the floor.

--

The night was late, this couldn't be done during the day time. You put on your black hoodie, lifting the hood up. Knife in your hand.

The people will not pray to the moon, the shrine will be destroyed.

You will make your own fate, that mantle will not be taken.

The streets were silent, calm. Everyone was asleep, no cars driving by. You kept walking until the shrine was in front of you.

13 pieces of fabric, all of different colours.

12 for them, 1 for Xanthus.

You cut one at a time.

Hot pink. Cut.

Yellow. Cut.

You took a breath, the fabric falling to the floor at your feet.

Green. Cut.

Orange. Cut.

Another breath. You feel like you are being watched, something peering into your skin.

Baby Pink. Cut.

Red. Cut.

Blue. Cut.

Purple. Cut.

Each fibre of fabric that was cut represented one of them, their outfits...

Burgundy. Cut.

Peach. Cut.

Mint Green. Cut.

So that one's Chaewon, sorry.

Black. Cut.

Final one.

Silver. Cut.

A sudden sickness filled your veins, eugh. How much of Xanthus was apart of you?

It's done. The veil is gone, you kicked over the shrine. It laid in ruin, destroyed.

----

Heejin, the hexbringer fell to her knees, alongside the rest of them one by one. Feeling a sudden bout of illness, "Kahei, what's happening?" She gasped.

"A shrine's been vandalised." She looked towards the earth. "That one, the abandoner's doing. Certainly." She couldn't look through it, for the shrine was destroyed. The majority of their blessings came from that one place, it must be rebuilt for their egos and strength.

The moon recovered, getting back up. Jinsoul approached the duo, "We can't let this continue. This must end."

"They are rejecting their power, lashing out against us. Let the moon's strength cast upon them." Heejin and Jinsoul were best partners, their obligations going hand in hand. Hexes and violence haven't needed to be done in generations, today was an exception.

"Very well. Prepare yourself for the next cycle."

ViVi frowned, this wasn't how she wanted this to go. But they weren't able to be stopped.

May the abandoner be logical.

This doesn't have to end in misery.

---

Your eyes shot up suddenly, screams, so many screams. Muffled by a brick wall, you rubbed your eyes.

Holy shit.

Outside everything was in flames, buildings on fire. Roads on fire, people on fire. Shit.

You need to get out this room.

Smoke filled your nose, you grabbed your phone and the knife just in case. The door opened, the stairs were on fire. Shit not that way.

You opened the window, this was the only option to escape. Jumping out onto your canopy. Falling onto the road where it was not burning.

"AHHHHHHH!" People were screeching, actively set on fire. Flames attaching onto their clothes.

What the hell happened? There's no way.

"Y/N!" Hanni!

You looked over, Eunwoo was there as well.

"What the fuck is happening?" You asked.

"I don't fucking know! The entire town is on fucking fire. We need to go." Hanni shouted, the flames were getting worse.

You couldn't go though.

This fire could not be an accident.

The timing, the strength.

"You guys need to drive out of here before the whole place goes aflame!" You screamed.

"Yeah, you are coming with. Our cars are on fire! we need you to drive!"

Shit.

"I can't leave. That girl who was watching me, you won't believe the full story! But it's not relevant." You had your keys on you always. Throwing it into Hanni's hands.

"Don't be stupid!" Eunwoo shouted.

"Trust me, go before it's too late!"

Hanni grabbed onto Eunwoo's arm, tugging him along. "Fine! Whatever the fuck is going on! We'll see you after this."

Okay.

They drove off, avoiding the flames. Thankfully there was minimal traffic from what you could see.

They'll be safe.

You'll be safe.

"Look upon me!" A voice boomed, you turned.

Her. That one with the axe, the warborne.

She was in the sky, surrounded by fire.

oh abandoner wise, come back to us Xanthus. A voice sung?

You shook your head, "You fucking monsters! The entire town in flame?"

"Kahei wanted this to be amicable, Chaewon told us not to do this. But this ends tonight." The warborne dropped down in front of you, her presence towering and intimidating. "My, your new appearance is beautiful."

The flames were getting more intense, circing around you. Any longer and you'll be trapped.

oh abandoner wise, don't fight the moon.

"You are murdering them all! Like the memory! This. You are a monster."

"I guess my ways are dated. But does it matter? You are about to come back to us Xanthus." Her hand grabbed at your neck, lifting you upwards. Oxygen being ripped away from you, dangling above the road. Her face had a sadistic smirk, tilting her head. "Agree and I'll drop you."

You thrashed, kicking her in her chest. But her resolve was stronger, way stronger.

The knife.

Your hand reached into your pocket. Pulling it out, her eyes widened in almost pride. The slash to her arm did nothing, you weren't being dropped.

Your vision was getting blurry. But you won't give in. You'll die here.

"Jinsol. Killing them compromises our goal." It's the peach girl...

"You are right." Her grip loosened, letting you breathe in the acrid odor of burning flesh and tar.

"Come back with us Y/N, no more pain has to happen. No more death." Chaewon.

Powerless, that's what you are. The fire is getting closer, you will die if you don't give in.

More people will die if you don't give in.

But if you give in.

"Go to hell..!" You spat.

"Xanthus..." Yeojin. How many had came?

"We will repair your little town, save them all. You can keep your appearance, come back to the moon. Make us whole again."

You had no choice. There's no time.

"Fine."

Jinsol smiled. "You did it. Let's go home."

The flash happened again. You all disappeared.

Without a trace, except the fires.

The moon was cold, unrelenting. A girl wearing baby pink came up to you, wrapping you in a blanket. "Xanthus! You are here. You listened to them? I'm so happy."

"I had no choice." You snapped.

"This is unsurprising. Jinsol and Heejin are unrelenting, but we've loved you for so long. I see you haven't reclaimed your ability to resist the cold." Her arms were next to comfort you.

You didn't stop her. The touch was contrastingly pleasant.

"I'm..."

"Xanthus. I made you something." Your eyes turned, a girl wearing all purple. Something akin to a blacksmith outfit.

It was a bracelet, silver gems and silver metal. "To signify your return." She put it on you.

You wanted to cry.

Chaewon appeared next, "You should rest. The merging cycle will make you exhausted. Doing so while tired will comatose you."

You didn't fight as the girl's navigated you to a bed.

You didn't fight when they laid beside you.

You didn't fight when they hugged you.

There was no energy left.

You couldn't get back to earth, maybe you could by merging with them. But for now you must rest.

Damn them all.

The moons promise was fulfilled.

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Untitled Yeojin Smut - 2

Yeojin x Male Reader (Smut)

Short smut, (barely 1k) focus: titjob (won the poll)

Yeojin and you drove home, taking a small detour to pull into a parking lot to lick her sweet pussy before getting home. It wasn't your fault, she practically begged you in between sinful sounds of her pussy squelching while she fingered herself silly in your front seat. You'd have to get it deep cleaned again. This is basically a weekly occurrence for you, Yeojin is incredibly lucky she's hot, cute and honestly perfect.

She got in the house, still flaunting around her naked figure. "So what room do you wanna fuck my little tits in?" She squeezed her boobs together, you'd argue against her assessment size wise. Sure the odds of her winning an award for them is unlikely. But relative to her stature they were big and more importantly soft and perky.

You thought about all the rooms in which you could enjoy yourself in. There's not been a single room where you two haven't fucked around. Obviously there's the bedroom, which has seen plenty of action. But there was also the kitchen, where Yeojin couldn't keep her hands to herself. Stroking your cock at the table, accidentally finishing you inside her coffee. Which she still drank, despite your strange looks.

And then there was the bathroom, the living room. Oh that's an idea. You smirked.

"Living room, I'll grab the lube." She nodded, the two of you parting ways.

When you came back downstairs Yeojin was laying on the ground, looking at you excitedly. "You gonna enjoy these tits?" She asked.

"Of fucking course." Your voice was a deep growl, dropping on the floor. Fingers reaching out to her nipples, twisting them gently. Yeojin gasped with that pretty voice of hers.

"Mmh, I want your mouth on them... Suck on my pink nipples, douse them in your saliva." She gasped.

You complied, dropping a thick bubbly wad of saliva on her left nipple for no reason other than the spectacle. She loved having any kind of fluid of yours on her body, typically cum but she enjoys your spit all the same.

Then you dove into her tantalising nipple, licking the bud to your heart's content, not leaving the other one neglected.

"Hm, you lick my nipples so eagerly. So did you enjoy railing me outside?" She pushed you deeper in, making you drool all over her.

You pulled away against her own actions, "Of fucking course, I'm just glad we didn't get fucking caught." Swapping to her other nipple, sucking on it contrastingly hard. Making Yeojin yelp.

"Of course we didn't, mmmph! We should do it again." Well if she wants she'll get.

You had enough of sampling her breasts, you'll probably do it again before bed. Now you wanted to push your dick between them.

The lube poured between the crevice of her tits, then all over them. Yeojin hissed as she was coated in the shiny liquid, glistening in the light as she was all lubed up.

Next was your cock, pouring a healthy sample. You towered over Yeojin, rubbing your erect shaft all over her body. Dripping some pre-cum on her as a gift.

"Push your beautiful little tits together for me." You requested, her hands helped you immediately. You started to push between her slippery boobs.

"Your cock looks so pretty wedged into between me." She praised.

Yeojin's tits were warm and inviting, thrusting in and out of her pillowy flesh. In, out, in, out.

"Yeojin every part of you is perfect."

She giggled slightly at the sheer of absurdity of your timing. Sure you say it now and then beforehand but it does seem your sentimentality comes out in intercourse the most.

"I love you as well, save it for when your cock isn't fucking my tits though..."

You were going to speak, but it seems Yeojin was done with such actions. Sticking her tongue out as far it she could, giving your tip small licks. Lapping up the beads of pre-cum that flowed endlessly.

"Christ..." You gasped involuntarily.

"You can fuck my tits a bit faster, show me how much you love them."

You sped up, every thrust feeling borderline euphoric. Keeping the pace up, this angle was anything if logical. But you kept at it like a rabid dog.

For a few blissful moments all there was in the world was you and Yeojin, enjoying the warmth of each other's presence as your cock went crazy between her tits.

But she could sense that you were close again, "Baby let me up." She commanded. You gave her that, sitting on the sofa which she pointed at.

Yeojin used her tits, now aggressively fucking your cock with them directly. The pleasure even more extreme at this new angle as she took control, getting to watch your shaft get smothered in her.

"Cum whenever you want, paint them white with your load, don't hold out for me. Please? You'd cum on my tits, you'd give Yeojin what treat she wants, right?" She went for her finishing move, her dirty talk.

And it was working, because that pressure was building up.

"Cum on my tits, cum on my tits, come on." She repeated.

She got what she wanted, your first load spurted on her chin, then the second her cheek, then a weaker third spurt fell onto her tits. Then a fourth, fifth, ending with an explosive sixth one. Getting more that what she bargained for.

Looking sweetly defiled from face to stomach.

She smiled, releasing your dick from her heavenly captivity.

"Wow that was a lot, whenever I say my name you always give me the biggest loads..." She marveled, swiping a finger all over her body, licking up the remnants. "And the most delicious."

"I can't help it when you are that fucking hot." Your brain was spinning, swirling.

"I know, I'm awesome. I wanna watch a movie, so we should shower first! Then maybe later I can give you the other half of the bargain..."

Now that's what you call a deal.

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Is there such a thing as a soft yandere? I've got an idea for yandere mermaid kazuha (you recently wrote a vampire fic so hopefully a mermaid isn't too much of a stretch) and surfer reader. Some particularly strong waves send him further out to sea than he usually goes and they end up crossing paths. It's love at first sight for him, and he swims out every day to see her. Meanwhile she's fascinated with him, never seen a human before, but she becomes possessive. She found him, she wants to keep him. Like a pet. And she grows to hate that he has to return to land every night. She tries to lure him further out to sea but every time, he goes back to the beaches.

One night a storm hits while they're together. He sinks. She drags him along, trying to get him to safe waters, to her home. He nearly drowns, but some continuous mouth to mouth keeps him alive. She finally makes it home, a deep cave system through a long underwater tunnel. He's thankful for the save and even happier to be able to spend time with her like this ... Until he realizes he needs her to be able to get out, and she's not too keen on letting him go.

Surf. Submerge. Imprison.

Yandere Mermaid Kazuha x Reader.

I don't feel entirely confident in this one, but hope you enjoy.

Genuinely sorry this one took so long, at least my queue is empty again for now.

For as long as you could remember you've been infatuated by the ocean, the endless expanse of blue filling the parts where land could not was always super interesting. But what also piqued your curiosity was the amount of unseen things that definitely hid within the depths, entire ecosystems that lived outside of the ire of watchful humans.

So, from the moment you could be trusted to not immediately drown and end your life, you were swimming. Short distance at first, in the usual manufactured pools housed within buildings, then in some small ponds. Every time reaffirmed your love for the water.

For the last few years or so you've been a fairly good surfer, started off amateurish, nearly drowning a few times. But those are simply rites of passage for any aspiring professional in any field, just need to risk death.

Today was one of those days, the ocean was a deep rich blue, reflecting the sun's oppressive warmth that threatened to burn all who were unprepared. You and three random people who decided to tag along for this particular voyage were ready to brace the waves, didn't share names nor nicknames. Just a "let's do it." and that was that.

The waves were the perfect height, just enough to pump adrenaline without risking anything. You slid down the moving force, making a zig-zag pattern. Froth flowing out on the soft impact, A sharp look to your left and you could see one of those strangers hit the same move just more elegantly.

"Good shit!" You yelled, though the sounds of rushing water mostly muted it. You fell onto your board, paddling through the sea. It was lukewarm, uncomfortably so. It was like soup, something you thought about many sleepless nights.

You rode a few more waves, getting further out into sea than you meant to. Bit off a bit more than you could chew. The waves were getting bigger, much bigger. Going from small little peaks to massive summits, you tried to avoid them, but it was insurmountable.

The only way was to ride.

So you braced yourself.

And went up.

There was no control on this wave, water pressure ran up your limbs in the sheer stature of this wave. Getting thrown around left, right, middle and up. At least it wasn't down.

Yet.

You were desperately trying to regain control, the wave had sapped all control. Forcing you to do all kinds of flips, You hit a sick back-flip, and an even cooler side-flip.

But luck was running out, this wave was intent to swallow you whole. As one twisted finale the board was pulled away from you, like a leashed dog. Kicked out as you plunged into the water. The sheer shock winding you, sinking lower into the depths.

Thankfully you regained control, swimming hastily out of the ocean before your lungs filled up with water. Breathing a heavy sigh of relief, reclaiming the air's bounty of salty air.

Though there was no time to rest.

Another wave was coming.

This one somehow even bigger than the last.

Shit.

"Over here!" A feminine voice called out, looking to your right there was a girl. Not much time to focus on her features, she was resting in an alcove you hadn't seen until just now, this was your chance.

You moved.

Quickly.

Paddling through the ocean, not enough time to get back on the board.

You swam.

The water was closing in.

The ground was getting closer, just a few more strokes and you'd be home free.

Just a few more.

You dove into the rocks, scratching yourself badly on one of the particularly harsh ones. Hearing the rippling sound of water crashing down over you as it collided with the rocks. You breathed out a big sigh of relief, you've not miscalculated like that in a very long time.

"Ow fuck." You looked down at your arm, bleeding slightly, white lines fanning out in every direction from where the rock had etched its mark. "Stupid fucking nature."

"Hello." That voice called again, taking you out of that trance of rage. Her beauty was undeniable, blonde hair shining like the sand on the shores, her arms were bare. But the more perplexing thing of all was the fact her entire lower half was... Well blue, iridescent and she had a tail instead of legs.

"Hey, forgive me if this is a bit forward but where are your legs?" You asked, the girl seemed taken aback, confused even.

"Legs? I have a tail, all mermaids do." She responded, her voice stated it like it was obvious.

"Hang on mermaids are real?"

"Yeah? Why would I not be real? I've never seen a human, you are a human right?" Her face was etched with the purest curiosity you've ever seen, like a scientist observing a new species.

"Duh?" The collective shock was palpable, the waves might have been preferable to this awkwardness. But you couldn't deny you were also curious, mermaids huh? You'd think there would be more stories, unless this is just a really elaborate hoax.

"That's so cool, I've heard tales. But mostly about your language and how we came to replicate it, seeing a human in the flesh is exciting. Are you all this cute?" Her complement made you blush, look away towards the horizon. The waves were still a bit too heavy, riding them back towards shore from behind is certainly not an option.

So looks like you are with this mermaid for a bit longer.

"Err, a lot of them are. Any particular reason you just happen here?" You took a seat on your knees, to avoid the rocks hurting your ass, the legs talking the blow instead.

"I live in the ocean human, oh. That doesn't feel nice to say, you guys do names too right? What's yours?"

"Y/N, nice to meet you...?"

"Kazuha. That's what the people who raised me have always called me."

She moved closer, utilizing her tail to elegantly bounce towards you. "That's a beautiful name, so is this entire ocean your home?" You asked, getting a light chuckle out of Kazuha.

"No, my home is a near a small coral reef, big cave. It's beautiful." She smiled, she looked really good. A strange amount of attraction blossomed within for someone you've just met. In such a foul smelling cave, but something about this mermaid resonated with you.

"I'd love to see it, can I swim that far down?" You adjusted your position to face her better, only just now realizing she actually covered her chest up with sea shells. The movie's managed to get something right.

"I'm not sure. Human lung capacity is presumably lower than ours. Everything's possible though."

Everything's possible.

You like that.

The two of you got caught up in conversation for hours, sharing stories from the land & sea. But the sun was setting, any longer and you'd be surfing in the night.

"I've got to head back to shore, it was nice to meet you." You waved goodbye, grabbing onto your board. Her face dropped from a smile to an immediate frown.

"Really? You can stay out here, with me. I'll protect you." Kazuha offered, "You don't have to leave. Not now."

"I, appreciate the offer. I can come back tomorrow."

"You better, I've never seen a human before, but you are just so fascinating. I have other places to show you, surf out further. You'll know how to find me." She bid you adieu, though something about her demeanor felt, off.

"Bye! I'll see you tomorrow, if these waves don't do me in first." You jumped onto the board, surfing under the sunset.

--

Kazuha never told you how to find her, intuition can only take you so far. But the sea's call felt stronger, an urge to know more about mermaids. That mermaid.

You set out morning, no obligations today meant you could get right to it. Alone.

The waves were calmer today, not attempting to capsize your entire existence. You rode up and down like yesterday, seeking out to find her.

The previous alcove quickly passed you by, it'd been about an hour. Past this point was uncharted waters, scanning around looking for any sign of Kazuha.

Something told you to turn right, so you did.

You kept going.

The second hour passed.

In front of you laid a small beach, one tree in the middle surrounded by a pit of sand. It was picturesque, but what finished it was Kazuha. laying there.

Staring at you.

"You've arrived Y/N. Come." Her voice was deeper than the last time, it felt darker, colder.

The surfboard kicked out under you, landing pitched in the sand while you sat next to her. "Hey! Kazuha, can't believe I actually found you."

Her gaze held, she looked to be contemplating. "Of course you did." She tapped the sand, "Lay with me."

The sand looked inviting enough, so you complied. Lying directly eye level with her.

"Thank you." She thanked.

She looked even more ethereal like this, the two of you just... staring at each other, it didn't feel awkward, if anything quite endearing.

"...How is life on the shore?" Kazuha asked, inching slightly closer.

"Pretty nice, there's a lot of humans, a whole civilization operates the land. I'd imagine its quite similar to whatever mermaids do."

She looked deep in thought. "Continue, tell me what you do."

Were you really going to confide in a random stranger? What's the harm? Probably none.

You stammered, clearing your throat before retrying the sentence. "Well, I live a normal life. Wake up, work, meet friends, surf if I can, sleep. There's just not much to it."

"That sounds... boring. You could always just stay here." She offered.

You shook your head, or as well as you could do in the sand. "My friends are there, I can't." Kazuha's hand reached out to your face, cold and damp.

Possessive.

"Would I not be better than your friends? I'd abandon all my friends for you." Her tail coiled around your legs, locking you in place. "We could live on a cute little island... Away from all obligations and expectations."

She's harmless but something about those words deeply unsettled you.

"That's... sweet. But it's unneeded, my life is on land. I don't mind coming to visit you."

Her eyes sharpened, only for a brief moment. Before going back to their normal curious self. "Land can not beat sea, but if I get to see you."

Kazuha loosened her grip, sitting up. You followed, wiping the sand off your cheek.

"I want to show you something, our time may be shorter today because I have a commitment to attend." Kazuha dove into the water without saying another word, you sat there and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

The sun started to drain of light.

Another surf back in the dark.

A sudden spray of water hit you as Kazuha finally returned. "Apologies for taking so much time, I misplaced it." In her hand wads a necklace, made out of white pearlescent rocks. "I want you to wear this, I made it for you." She smiled, not giving you a choice before it was slotted around your neck by her careful hands.

"Oh? Thank you Kazuha... this is pretty."

"I'm glad. This is a custom amongst mermaids to show their appreciation to those they value, I hope humans can see the beauty in that."

You could.

You'll bring her something next you come out.

"I appreciate it."

You couldn't react, it was sudden.

Her lips were on yours.

This is moving too fast.

But something about it lured you in, kissing back. It was getting heated, hands holding each other as lips smacked against each other.

Only pulling away when you ran out of oxygen.

"Wow..." You gasped.

"I must go, I wish you a safe voyage. I have seen many drown in these seas and I would hate for you to be one."

"Goodnight. Kazuha."

--

Another day, another voyage. It'd been about a week since you've last been able to surf and meet Kazuha. Stuff came up, unfortunately you couldn't tell her that.

The clouds loomed over you, a concerning shade of grey. But it'd been too long, you had to risk it.

You rode the waves away from the beach, taller than desired but you'd be fine.

She's been waiting long enough.

One hour became two.

Two became three.

How far out was she?

Did you miss her?

The clouds were getting black.

It was beginning to rain.

Heavily.

Splashing against your skin.

There's no rest stops nearby. Nothing.

Just the open sea.

Your clothes are beginning to stick to your skin, the cold is setting in.

Keep going.

Keep going.

"Kazuha?" You shouted, nothing.

Your feet slipped, board kicking upwards and hitting you in the face. Staggering you.

You were sinking. Thrashing your arms around, falling deeper into the water.

Your clothes were weighing you down.

The oxygen escaped you, water filling your mouth.

Gagging, choking. Heavy.

You tried to regain control.

But you couldn't.

The world was getting dark.

"Y/N!" There she was, a bit too late.

A faint shadow of Kazuha appeared in front of you, ripping you out of the water.

Her lips were on yours again, breathing into your mouth, trying to give you vital oxygen.

"Don't die on me, please!" She shouted, your ears were popping.

She gifted you more oxygen.

Your eyes closed. Your energy was sapping.

It all went dark.

--

You're alive.

You're actually alive!

Your eyes opened.

Where were you? A cave?

Every wall around you was craggy rock, blue in hue by the water shining down upon you.

The water didn't flow in, leaving you ample room to breathe. You could see the surface, it was so far away.

You scanned around, Kazuha was sat on the ground, not aware you woke up.

This cave looked, decorated. You were laying on something soft, the material was unidentifiable but its shape was reminiscent of a bed. The pillow equivalent was protected by a thick layer of seaweed.

There was so much here, did she live here?

"Kazuha?" You called out, she turned sharply. Navigating her way over.

"Oh my god. You lived! I was so worried, thank god you shouted... I swam over right away." She embraced you, hugging onto your frame. Kazuha was shaking, on the verge of tears. "Welcome... to my home."

"You saved my life." You gasped, all of your body still felt awful. You looked down at your clothes, still soaking and cold.

"I did, if you died I'd never recover." Kazuha slid onto the bed with you, her body heat making you faintly warm up.

"Thank you... I bought you something but the sea might have claimed it." You sighed.

"This?" Kazuha was wearing the cheap bracelet you brought. The same shade of blue as her tail.

"Yes, you found it?"

She nodded, kissing you again. "I can't believe you are finally in my home."

You smiled. "It's nice, similar to mine. Just, more oceanic."

Kazuha giggled, wrapping her arms tighter around you, on the verge of suffocation.

"I love you."

The words hung in the ocean smelling air.

You liked her, a lot.

But that level of commitment to someone you could only see occasionally, could you do it?

"I love you too." The words were impulsive, rash. But they felt right. Felt real.

"That's good, I never knew human's could be so... perfect. Always described as malignant beasts, but you." Kazuha kissed you again, and again, and again. Seemingly unconcerned with your objections.

The two of you continued to speak for so long, and that time to leave again once more. You were so happy to spend time with her, so happy to know there was more to her.

"Kazuha, I need to go now." You spoke, looking up at the exit. You can't make that, you'll drown.

"No." She said firmly.

"Excuse me?"

"I'm not letting you leave. You are mine, we can spend our time together." She had a possessive gaze.

Your heart began to race, if she doesn't let you leave you are trapped.

Forever.

"What? I'll come back. I just want to go home." You attempted to reason, but her eyes didn't falter. She didn't care.

"No. You will stay here, you are my lover. I can't monitor you on land, what if someone else tries to claim you?" Kazuha's composure was unsettling, trapped between a rock and a hard place. She had you right where she wanted you.

"Kazuha, I love you. I'm not going to run. My family knew I went surfing, what if they think I died?" Oh god.

"Good, then I have no possible distractions. Now sit back down, I'm tired..."

You tried to climb up, but that made it even more obvious it was impossible.

"Sit down." She reiterated, voice forceful and aggressive. You complied. But keeping your distance.

You were now terrified.

There was no way to escape this.

You'll drown in the deep.

"I'll keep you... Care for you, love you. Everything you will need, given by me. Y/N, I'm so glad you came."

There was no energy to fight, you were tired. Exhausted.

"Feel free to lash out, cry, scream, whatever. Nothing will save you here, and eventually you'll see all of the positives."

Kazuha was the predator.

You were the prey.

You broke down.

She didn't approach you, watching the tears flow into the cracked stones.

"Good, I'll give you space. I need to get food for us, stay here. Not that you can leave."

It was cruel.

Kazuha had left you.

You contemplated drowning, but you didn't hate her (or yourself) enough for that.

There has to be a way out of here eventually.

But for now, you are eternally trapped.

In the depths of the sea.

In the depths of her home.

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Hello, wedding!hyunjin and enemy!hyeju requester here. Thanks for putting those together! Very fun reads 🥰

no problem I enjoyed writing them and i'm glad you enjoyed reading them, were some banger ideas.

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What is the opposite of friends with benefits? Enemies with benefits? The reader is on vacation and has a one night stand with Hyeju. Nothing but a summer fling, no need to look into it that much. It's not like they'll run into each other again, right?

Until he runs into her at breakfast at the hotel. They go on the same guided tour. Coincidentally share lunch at the same restaurant, bump into each other at the club the next night. The more they spend time with each other, the more they realize they despise each other. Completely incompatible ... Outside of the bedroom. They're willing to look past it all (barely) to get their rocks off but it leads to some tense, aggressive nights between the sheets.

I may hate you, but...

Hyeju x Male Reader (Smut)

Smut Tags: facefucking, anal, pussy eating, hate sex, rough sex, ass eating, shower sex.

Word Count: 4855

Hope you like it, may moonlight guide you.

-00:31-

Summer vacation is a time to relax, let the worries that encumber you at home flow away like the tropical rivers you have come to visit.

You've been doing a very good job over the last week of your two week vacation at getting rid of those worries, barely giving them a first thought let alone a second. The first day you slept, the second day you explored the wonderful hotel and the beaches. The third all the way to the fifth you went on random expeditions with random people you met that given day, the sixth you checked out a a restaurant but it was mostly a rest day.

The seventh? Well...

You've somehow lucked into a girl on her knees, in nothing but the top half of her bikini. Swallowing the entirety of your cock into her slutty and warm mouth, which seemed entirely more than comfortable to let you choke her with it. Her luscious and smooth brown hair turned into a makeshift ponytail being used to optimally thrust into her mouth.

She looked a satisfied wreck, possibly enjoying this even more than you were. Spit splatted all over her cheeks and her eyes screwed shut with water below them.

But the best part?

How utterly fucking sinful it sounded, harsh gags leaked from the girl's mouth whenever your cock hit the back of her throat. How you groaned shamelessly in pleasure, she felt heavenly. Vibrating against your tip, she wasn't exactly shy. Looking a bit lower than the main attraction revealed her end of the deal, happily fucking her fingers that were going in and out vigorously.

"Touching yourself while getting throat-fucked? How slutty." You goaded, too busy enjoying the ravaging of her throat to particularly care what she did.

The girl gagged out a response, what sounded like an attempt at words quickly ceased. If you had to guess it was something like 'and what?' Which was as simple as it was irrefutable.

Time slowed as your orgasm ripped through you, filling the strangers throat with cum. She took it all like a champion, the expertise she showed was impressive. You let her hair fall out of your fingers, she stopped her movements, catching previous breaths, stealing all the oxygen she could.

"Warning a girl you are about to cum is just etiquette you know?" She scowled. Visibly ticked off but not actually that bothered. "Whatever, just make it up for me." You had a few ideas in your mind about how exactly to do that, but the night was still young and seeing this woman was unlikely after tonight.

"And how would wish for that?" You smirked, putting the ball in the smoking hot woman's court. There probably isn't anything you wouldn't do if she asked.

"To return the favour of course, eat me out." She was forceful, getting off her knees, leaving her bikini bottoms where she once was. You had no time to react, her lips were on you. Making you taste your bitter orgasm on her tongue, payback. You'd guess that's why she did it.

She fell back onto the big, cushy hotel bed. You sprung for the highest quality, a decision in hindsight was the best you've made. "Don't be shy now." The girl cocked her brow. Her legs wide open, she was beckoning you forth.

You weren't shy, not in the slightest, getting on the mattress finding yourself in between this pretty girl's thighs. Grabbing onto her smooth legs, pulling her in close. Her musky arousal hitting you like a freight train, piercing your nose, inches away from her puffy pink cunt. She was freshly shaved and utterly salivating, something so fucking hot about going down on a stranger. Throwing all caution to the wind to indulge in her taste.

And indulge you were about to do.

Your tongue darted out. Licking her folds, the addictive taste flowing the into your awaiting mouth. "Ooh..." She gasped, already tugging on your hair. "I don't remember being so soft, work harder." The girl demanded, there was a split second before her grip tightened, pulling you into her pussy.

If that's what she wanted, you'd comply.

You lapped her taste up hungrily, dousing her in slippery spit with every stroke of your tongue. Her scent was intoxicating, making you dizzy and desperate for more, sniffing the strangers cunt with no shame. Totally degenerate behaviour, you should be ashamed, disgusted but you weren't even remotely. "There we go! That's much better, make it worth my time."

You were going to make it worth every second. Delving into her warmth, tongue fucking her pussy in pure, unadulterated desire. The girl's moans were loud, boisterous and heavy. Hopefully these hotel walls were padded enough to trap them inside, otherwise everyone else on your floor was getting a show.

"Oh fuck! That's good!" Her tugging on your hair hurt, threatening to rip every strand out of your head to chase her high, she began to gyrate her hips, grinding herself all over your face. Smearing her juices all over you. You were on cloud nine, working harder to make this stranger come undone.

"Fuck! Fuck, fuck!" She screamed, your hand reached around, fingers rubbing at her clit. She was at the edge, about to fall right off. "I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!" Her thighs tightened around you, ensuring no escape from her intense orgasm, making an even bigger mess upon you. Only letting you free when her high ended.

You wiped your face on the blanket that was shoved into a white blob on the side, drying up. Your cock was painfully erect, the last few minutes making you breathless. Needing to fuck the girl in front of you, laying on your bed, her gaze was pointed at you. Borderline eye fucking you. Each feature was pure seduction, doused in a thin layer of sweat.

"Get a condom and fuck me." She stated, no fanfare, no chance to object. You racked your head, not bringing condoms on this trip. Trying to think of something, anything.

.

.

Your wallet.

Count your lucky stars (and high-five your previous self) for having the foresight to always carry a condom, you reached into your bag, fumbling for your wallet. Fingertips brushing against the cheap leather, you borderline ripped the wallet out of its enclosure, opening it faster than light. It was just behind your ID, breathing a sigh in relief at the opportunity not being stolen to bad planning.

You put the condom on, looking up the stranger had shifted. Legs hanging off the edge of the side, her head was right where she came, laying in the damp spot. But she didn't seem bothered, ready to get fucked.

"Don't give me that slow shit, fuck me." She made it clear what she desired, everything about her was breakneck, think about the ramifications afterwards.

"I wasn't planning on anything less." You growled, getting between her legs, pushing your cock inside her wanting body. "Damn..." the words left your mouth involuntarily upon first contact. She squeezed around every inch of your shaft, the tightest girl you've ever had the pleasure of fucking. But the main show had yet to come.

"Fuck that's a big cock." She gasped shakily, that's one for the ego.

You thrust in and out, by the look on her face it seemed you weren't moving fast enough. An easy problem to rectify, starting to move with quickness. Every slam into her warm, sinful hole was met with positive reception. "That's so fucking good! Keep fucking me like this, god!" she moaned out, somehow reaching an even higher octave than earlier.

"Like I'm gonna stop– fucking this tight cunt!" You grunted through gritted teeth, grabbing onto her curvy hips. Using her body as the most effective support. Her pussy took your cock's rapid and forceful thrusts with glee, her wetness staining the condom, showing how messy she was every-time you pulled out.

"Yes! Yes!" The stranger squirmed in euphoria, truly a shame that her bikini top was still attached. Seeing her tits jiggle would be to die for. But it's a small part of the picture, one you could live without.

"Christ, I..." Your pace was starting to falter, the intensity at which you moved was unsustainable. Cursing yourself for not doing more leg exercises, that's a quitter mentality and you aren't a quitter.

"Keep fucking going! Fuck me with that cock!"

The burning in every muscle of your legs tried to stop this sinful meetup. But absolutely nothing in this universe could do so now. "I'm... fuck fuck, yeah!"

She was getting closer, disorderly, every part of her body moved on its own accord. "Shit! Shit! Make me cum! Please god please!" Her words were pornographic, sinful and so fucking dirty. Vocalising her desire in stark contrast to your groans.

"Fuck!" was the last thing she moaned, body going tense on the bed. But you hadn't came yet, continuing to use her tight body, gripping her thighs firmer.

You kept it up, fucking her cunt until you unloaded into the condom, thoroughly exhausted but prideful. Sliding out of her hole and throwing the used condom into the hotel provided trash-can.

The stranger didn't stay very long, nor did she say much. Grabbing the bottom half of her black bikini, sliding it on. Leaving the hotel room like nothing ever happened.

Leaving you with the mess to clean up, luckily the hotel had in-unit washing machines, normally that would be inconvenient. But you'd rather do your own washing than explain to the hotel staff what the hell happened tonight.

Though, that's what the spare provided sheets are likely for.

-07:45-

The morning soon arrived, with annoying light funneling in and disrupting your beauty sleep. You felt like death, every part of your body hurt and your eyes were beyond heavy. The only consolation being you showered at night, therefore you were saved doing so.

The hotel had it's own breakfast service, it was adequate. Nothing amazing, nor even good. But you were paying the prices for the views.

You got out of bed, Spraying a small amount of cologne onto your body, reaching into the wardrobe to put on the most comfortable outfit you had. honestly the bare minimum to make yourself presentable to the outside world.

With one breathy sigh, you went outside into the hotel outside. Reflective of the tropical environment, nice vivid blues interlocked with leaf green worked together to create the abstract carpet. The wall's were painted in the same beige-orange your room was, it looked nice.

The breakfast place was full of life, a bunch of cheery families populated each seat, with the sole exception being tucked away in the corner. The food was all laid out underneath hot lamps, a coffee machine full of bitter black fuel to get you through the busy day. The actual food was generic stuff that anyone from any region would eat, eggs, sausages, tomatoes etc. The options were bountiful at least.

You grabbed enough, didn't want to eat too much. Pouring yourself a cup of scorching hot coffee and sitting down, taking in the sight from the giant back window. Very picturesque with its deep hued oceans, filled with a bunch of surfers and families who woke up extra early to enjoy every penny of their holiday. Or perhaps they just lived here and need to compete with tourists.

You took a sip of the coffee –disgusting like every other time you had it– still hit the spot. People watching was a bit boring, so you turned around and looked at the food in front of you. Piercing the first bite with your fork, a touch scorched.

You were mostly minding your business, sharing all the details of your holiday to everyone who wanted to find out. (Maybe not all of the details, some are better kept hidden.)

"Hey, can I sit here?" That voice sounded familiar, you glanced up to confirm your suspicions.

Yep, definitely the girl from last night, now wearing real clothes. "Yea sure, take a seat." That she did, putting down the plate of food then falling onto the seat.

"Thanks."

Her food looked somehow even more burnt than yours, guess you were fortunate. Her shirt complemented her body even in its simplicity, just a grey sleeveless shirt. No thrills.

"So... how has your holiday been?" You attempted to break the ice, maybe get to know whoever this summer fling was.

"Good, just blowing off steam from the busy life at home, this one just happened to be 50% off." She sighed, taking out a sip of coffee. "Ew."

"Emphasis on the blowing part? I'm kidding, good ass deal." The joke didn't seem to land, her eyes rolling in disapproval, already considering just getting back up.

"Eugh, pig. But yeah, might as well have a bit of fun."

The awkwardness was palpable, neither of you knew really what to say after that one.

"Fair enough, so do I get to know your name?"

"Sure, it's Hyeju." She wasn't one for conversation, evidently.

"Y/N."

"Cool." Okay now this just feels offensive.

"You are so much better in bed than in conversations." Hyeju jabbed, was it a complement? insult? both?

"Clearly wasn't too bad, I got you into my bedroom yesterday..."

"Pft, yeah sure. It was totally your smooth talk." It felt like she was on a mission to humble you, to keep your ego in check.

Thankfully your meal was done, so you could leave. "Of course it was, but I'm going to head back to my room." You pulled out of the chair, grabbing your phone.

"Thank god..." You could hear Hyeju mutter as you walked away.

Hopefully you won't run into that girl again.

-11:32-

After a few hours of doing literally nothing apart form lounging around, it was time for the guided tour you allocated to day 8.

The weather was miserable, just on the line of blistering. With a warm salty breeze wafting over the horde of people who had joined you in this tour.

You weren't even sure what the tour was about, originally at least. The giant mountain overhead could suggest something.

Shit.

You didn't bring any water and if there's a mountain.

This is going to suck.

"Alright everyone. The tour will commence in 5 minutes." Some formal guy, wearing a hat far too big for his head commanded. Everyone began to flock towards the front, while you fell towards the back of the pack.

You seized a moment to snap a few photos of the beautiful (and expensive) landscape.

Maybe you'll vow to get a better phone eventually, perhaps even a professional camera. "Oh my god." Your head snapped to the right.

No fucking way.

Hyeju, again.

It's only your fourth time meeting her and to say you are sick of her is an understatement.

"Oh my god." You parroted.

She approached you, "Why do you care about fucking mountains? At least you can hold my bag, since you don't have one."

"Demanding much?"

"Yeah whatever, we are about to scale a mountain dumbass. And you didn't bring water, I'll give you some."

Well that's a deal, an awfully inviting deal.

Whatever.

"Just give me it then already, they are going so we need to hurry up." Hyeju aggressively shoved the bag into your awaiting hand, it was surprisingly heavy for its small grey stature. What the fuck did she carry in here? It's impolite to check though.

The two of you began to stroll upwards, trying to avoid getting too close to the horde. Unfortunately that meant you were closer to Hyeju, she didn't seem too pleased about it either. Something about the two of you was like oil and water.

"So if you look to your left there's the resort, if you didn't know it's the longest standing one in the entire country." The guide lead said in a bleakly monotone voice, truly thrilling stuff.

"So are you stalking me or?" You asked Hyeju indirectly, walking up the incline.

"Pft, why would I stalk you of all people?" She retorted.

"I mean you gotta stalk someone with your insufferable personality."

"This mountain is actually quite important to the country's history, many bases were set up here. the Cele Nation always liked to fight blind, yknow that's actually where-" The leader kept going on and on.

"You don't even fucking know me." She spat.

"Well you seem like a bastard."

Your argument could be heard amongst the crowd, the occasion person turning around and scowling. Covering their children's ears as to signal to cut it out.

But neither of you were going to back down.

"Oh? Because you are just sooo much better? Just an asshole, hand me my water." You rummaged through the bag, she carried far too much. Feeling around for a bottle cap.

"Here you go." You handed it to her, resisting the urge to just throw it.

"Thank you."

"And if you look just in front of us." The guide tour paused, letting people huddle around. Neither you or Hyeju bothered to try, just sitting on the side of the mountain to catch your breath. "There's a very popular monument just a few miles north, check it out if you want to learn more."

"This is depressingly boring." You groaned. Maybe that's why it was cheap, not a single self respecting person would pay actual money for this.

"Tell me about it, we could cut our losses now. Nobody's going to care." Hyeju already knew your answer, getting herself up and walking down. You followed.

"Yeah, I'll just go sit in my hotel room." You sighed, walking downhill.

"I don't know, I think I have a slightly better idea."

-12:13-

You've gotta hand it to Hyeju, even if she rubs you the wrong way. This idea was utterly genius, inviting you over to 'shower' away the mountain heat (although both of you know what would happen before hand)

But also, you might as well get dirtier beforehand.

Hyeju, after calling you a pervert was more than happy to put her face down and ass up, leaving herself ready to whatever advance you were about to orchestrate.

That was about to come quicker than she expected, your tongue immediately reaching down to Hyeju's asshole. Unbothered by the salty sweat that had formed on the mountain, continuing your earlier degeneracy.

"Perv... at least your tongue's good." She whispered into the pillow, voice muffled by the fabric.

"A bit hypocritical no? You are the one bent over for a stranger." You rimmed her regardless of your words, not like you care.

Your hands ran up her asscheeks, giving a hard spank, watching the flesh jiggle. Truly running the motions, alternating spanks between devouring her hole.

"Just shut the fuck up! Mmh~ you are so much better quiet."

You didn't have a comeback, it was easier to ignore her bitchy remarks while Hyeju's ass was in front of your mouth.

The force of your spanks spoke much louder than your words, thunderous swats that made her shriek in euphoria. "God! Don't stop!"

Like you were going to.

-12:24-

The hotel's showers were spacious enough to allow whatever actions you two were planning.

And your plan was simple.

Or well, her plan. But you'll claim partial credit.

Hyeju leaned forward, spreading her legs far apart. Planting her feet into the cool granite floor. Looking back at you with inviting eyes with screamed 'fuck me' like that wasn't the goal.

Your cock slid effortlessly into her warmth, this new angle made her even tighter, clenching onto you like a greedy whore. Letting out a deep groan from the sheer pleasure.

"Use that cock for the only thing you are good at, fuck my tight pussy!" She demanded, you took that as an invitation to use her like the slut she was. Even though she'd never ever admit it.

You shoved Hyeju into the wall, or well more like a light push. The arch of her back was divine, she took good care of herself and you got to reap the rewards.

A plan formed in your mind, you were in a shower, two birds could be killed in one stone. You twisted the dial, watching as the barrage of water ran down Hyeju's back. Each individual droplet forming its own mark, but there was a better place to push her against. Cursing yourself for not thinking of it sooner.

You pressed Hyeju into the glass door, squishing her tits against the transparent surface. There was a small mirror which before you didn't think of but now? It was the most important object, giving you a front row view to how blissful her face looked. Eyes screwed shut and mouth agape, hot breath misting over the glass leaving a mark. The water lashing at the two of you.

"Fuck, so much better when you shut up and take it." You growled into her ear, emphasising your point with harsh thrusts, making her entire body shake.

"Fuck you, just keep going asshole!" It was hard to take her serious when she was murmuring, struggling to get any syllables out. But you kept going, obviously. Her body was too irresistible to even dare stop.

The shower started to steam up with the heat from the water. Hyeju's body disappearing from the reflection in the mirror and replaced by a cloudy smoke.

The two of you kept going round after round, running the hotel bill to such extremes it'll definitely reflect on her credit card bill.

Next Day -22:55-

The music ran through the small club, the bass pounding against your skull making sure its obnoxious presence was known throughout. A truly muggy paradise, a hundred or so bodies radiating an intense amount of heat that stuck to your body in the form of sweat.

But that was the life and ultimately why you were here, not necessarily to get drunk but to get the most out of this vacation.

You were in the corner of the dance floor, sipping on your drink that violated your bank account plus it tastes abhorrent, all part of the atmosphere though.

As long as there's no Hyeju its–

"Why the fuck are you everywhere?" Even the best writers in the world couldn't plan this shit, hell bent on ruining your day no matter what with her voice.

"You could have just ignored me you know? I think you are just obsessed." She took a step back, flipping you off.

Hyeju looked damn good, all dolled up in make up and a dress that didn't cover anything.

"Pft with you? I have some respect for myself." She yanked your drink, her downing half of it cost you 25 bucks right there. "Terrible choice."

"Fuck's wrong with you?" You groaned, getting bumped into by some random bloke to your side, stumbling over like a drunkard. Falling over to the floor. "Get rejected by whatever guy you threw yourself at?"

"Not yet, I came to get fucked and unfortunately this entire club screams small dick energy. So for once I'm quite glad to see you, since I know you aren't going to turn me down." She spoke with obnoxious certainty, knowing she was right. Taking a step forward towards you. "Take me back to the hotel, don't say another fucking word because otherwise I will throttle you."

Christ, she absolutely loathes your existence.

-23:16-

Hyeju looked better when she didn't talk, bent over into the bed. She was screaming muffled sounds into the blanket she was being ravaged into, plowed aggressively from behind.

"Fucking hell, take it!" You moaned, aggressively grabbing a bunch of her brown hair. She arched, face no longer obscured. Hyeju's moans were no longer covered, ramping up in intensity and volume.

"Ahhhh! Fucking hell, give me your big cock! All you are fucking good for." She screeched, fingers scratching at the bed-sheets, grabbing onto it for stability. "Shit!"

Your thrusts were strong, heavy, slamming against Hyeju's soaking wet cunt. Her back was shining with sweat, her dress laid on the floor crowned by her soaked panties.

There was only one objective in this room, to get off, there was no care in the world about how it was done or what it took. Hyeju looked at you with fluttering eyes, a quivering smirk between the urge to moan. She looked prideful. "Fucking more, finger my ass!"

You honoured her request, coating your middle finger with her juices, pushing into her tight asshole. The double penetration made her squeeze around your cock harsher, past the point of bliss. "That's it fuck!"

Hyeju came undone underneath you, but one orgasm wasn't going to be enough to satiate her, fucking her through the first orgasm of the night without care. She whined out as you used her overstimulated cunt, but didn't wish for you to stop. In fact she screamed quite the contrary.

"Fuck... Hyeju!" You groaned, pulling out of her holes. Flipping her over, Hyeju looked irritated but quickly dropped that expression when you pushed back into her addictive hole. Continuing your breakneck pace, her legs spasmed, kicking out against your back. A barrage of hits you had to endure, "Shit."

Hyeju's fingers were all over the place, no longer grabbing the fabric, instead working at her clit and right nipple. "God, ram into my tight pussy! Make me cum again!"

"Yeah... Gonna fuck you till you can't walk!"

The bed was squeaking, shaking, on the verge of getting destroyed by the impact Hyeju was being fucked into it.

"Ah! I'm gonna cum again! Fuck!" She wailed, this one was even more impactful. Forcing you out of her pussy, gushes of squirt landing on the floor and your stomach. Making a mess on you.

"Christ you are cumming like a whore." You marveled, sampling her essence that fell on you.

Hyeju flipped back around, putting her ass out for you.

"Whatever... Just shove that cock back into me until you cum inside me." She spread her lower lips, inviting you back in. "Use my ass if you want it, lubes on the drawer."

You didn't even notice it earlier, but the transparent bottle was just lying there was to let you take her asshole. Like hell you were going to reject that.

You poured the lube all over your shaft, before using two fingers to prepare her ass for the taking. There was a pretense of slowness, tip pushing inside the puckered rim. Hyeju was straight choking your cock. "I've prepped for this, you can just move..." She reprimanded you for showing the smallest amount of empathy.

"Fine." You began to fuck Hyeju's ass which put her pussy to shame, infinitely tighter and warmer. You watched your cock go in and out of her, the view impossible to pry your eyes away from.

"Ah, your cock feels even better." She whined. "Keep at it, don't fucking stop!"

You felt a small gust on your skin, looking upwards in horror. The window was open. "Fuck, Hyeju your windows open–"

"Oh god. I'm so gonna get a noise complaint, can't change anything now. Just keep fucking me." She seemed unbothered, burying her head into the mattress again.

You spanked her firm ass in between your hard thrusts, Hyeju only seemed more motivated by rough sex, muffling her moans once more. But you wanted a small amount of payback for how annoying she is outside the bedroom, lifting her head up, giving her no choice but to moan out for all the strangers listening.

Could even bet some of the losers are jerking off to it.

Though, Hyeju seemed to enjoy herself, or she wanted to implicate you in whatever future complaint she got. "Oh Y/N! Fuck me! Please Y/N shove your cock deeper into my asshole!"

Either way you kept it pushing, because your own orgasm was finally on the verge of arriving, "Fuck Hyeju- gonna fill this tight ass." You groaned, giving quick and harsh thrusts until you couldn't take it anymore. Bottoming out before shooting rope after rope into Hyeju's ass.

Upon pulling out it seemed Hyeju wasn't entirely happy with just three orgasms, quickly maneuvering into a new position, grabbing you by the hair and forcing you face first into her snatch. Grinding all over your face while moaning for the fourth and final orgasm of the night, making you devour her sweaty pussy until she was done and not a second before.

After the dust was settled (sheets being changed, showering and closing the windows.) Hyeju grabbed onto your hand, preventing you from taking your usual exit.

"Don't leave, I might want a dick appointment when I wake up and I dont' feel like finding you, don't fucking hug me though or else." Her instructions were clear, concise and not very hard to follow.

You agreed, because something about how ravenous she was brought you closer like a moth to a vibrant flame.

You still hate her though, absolutely.

In everything but the bedroom.

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Untitled Yeojin Fic

she looks good, thats my explanation. Her bikini pictures made me feel some kinda way.

aimed for about 500 words ended up writing 1400 oops.

"Nobody's around here, we aren't getting caught." Yeojin said, shaking her ass towards you.

That much was true in this current moment, you should have known being dragged to the beach at 6 in the morning was not just for relaxing or lounging in the sun. Things are never that simple with her, but you had to admit she looked damn good in that new bikini of hers.

Her ass looked even better covered in that black fabric, second only to being bare. Hands running up and down her cheeks, giving it a squeeze. "We really shouldn't..." You'll play along, Yeojin knows you'll say yes. From the time you let her ride your cock in front of Gowon underneath a small blanket anything was possible, to this day you think she knew truly. Her own hand movements seemed a bit suspicious.

"Really? I mean, surely you want to pull this tight bikini down just enough to stick that big cock in Yeojin's tiny, warm pussy no?" Her dirt talk always made you feral, she knew how to drive you crazy.

"Fuck..." You let out a groan at her sinful words, she turned around, leaning back against the rock.

"Or maybe, you just need a little bit more motivation?" Her hands fought against the top of her bikini, this half white. Tugging it down to reveal her perky breasts. "Fuck me here, against this rock. And when we get home maybe I'll let you put your cock between my nice tits..." That was a tempting offer, one that you will definitely accept.

But Yeojin always left herself open to bargaining, and you might as well get a bit more out of it.

"Hmmm... I don't know, I think you still benefit more from this than I do." Yeojin rolled her eyes, arms stretching outwards in faux disbelief.

"Of course, I wouldn't want you to be stiffed. I'll let you use my feet, lube them up and fuck them nicely, paint them with your cum. Then I'll lick them clean, take each toe in my mouth until each drop of your sperm is gone. Is that good enough for you?" That's a proper deal, something she's always floated as an idea, a prize she knew you wanted and saved it for a golden opportunity. It seems today was that day.

"That's more like it, well then, turn around for me." She didn't move, looking at you with those eyes. Telling you to do your own work.

So you did, grabbing onto her hip, flipping her around. Bending her against the cold rock. "That's right, fuck me."

You took a quick look left and right, double checking nobody was around. Coast's clear.

Your fingers reached into her bikini, lowering it just enough to reveal her pussy, leaving it hung on her lower thighs. Teasing her folds with a singular digit, she was soaked through. Getting off on fucking in public. "So wet, bet you planned this for so long. Buying this bikini just to get fucked? Such a slut." You reached down into your own trunks, pulling out your hard cock.

"Yeah, mmh... I'm a slut, shoot me. You aren't much better, wasn't it just last week you let Vivi fuck me stupid? And what did you do? Watch." Maybe she had you there, the two of you were just as bad as each other.

You began to push into her tight cunt, even wetter and warmer than usual. She was really enjoying herself, the sun rays shining down on the two of you. Like mother nature was watching the despicable dance between you two, let them be the observer to these unholy actions.

"You took it so well, even letting me cum on that face while Vivi licked it up. Fuck... Yeojin you're squeezing around me so good." Your hands held onto her perfect hips. Using them as leverage to thrust deeper inside.

"Ugh~ that's fucking good... You are still the bigger slut though!" She didn't seem willing to back down, moaning outwards into the rock. "You practically begged me to blow you in that bathroom, hmph." The actions were barely comparable, but you'd let her have that victory if it meant she would continue inviting you on expeditions like this.

"Jesus, keep squeezing around me like that." You praised, giving her a flurry of quick thrusts into her wanting cunt that was so inviting. The sudden pace shift made her squeal, it's a good thing this place was deserted. Yeojin showed absolutely zero signs of wanting to be quiet, happily moaning for your cock.

"Ah! Your cock is so big! Fuck my tight hole! Fuck!" She begged, squirming around in your embrace, struggling to maintain her composure.

Your thrusts were more impactful, straight up pounding Yeojin. Giving her exactly what she wanted and even more.

The water splashed slightly at the instability, frothing up underneath the two of you.

"Take it! Fucking take my cock." You groaned huskily.

You were tired of looking at Yeojin's back, pulling out to her dismay. Letting out a whiny gasp, though she wouldn't have to wait for long. Getting swiftly turned around to face you. Lips curved into a small pout.

Your arms swiftly lifted her up, taking advantage of her small stature. Yeojin's legs immediately wrapping around your back as the new angle made her essentially sit on your cock. "Shit!" She yelped, her frantic moans close to your ears. She was light, letting you hold her easily. Slamming upwards into her clenching walls, putting your all into giving her what she wants.

"Wow! Fuck, just... fuck keep going! Fuck me until I cum all over your dick!" She begged, the bottom half of her bikini had slid down her legs, falling into the water with a splash. Leaving her even more exposed.

"I'm not gonna stop! Fuck, you feel so good!" You were losing your rhythm, succumbing to the soul sapping effects of her warm cunt. Ensuring to stretch her out with your length, making her commit your cock to memory. "Christ...!"

"Ahh! I'm, getting close! God fuck me!" Yeojin tightened in your embrace, hugging your whole body, hands clawing at your back while you kept pounding her intently. "So good!"

She went stiff, every muscle locking into place, suffocating your cock with her grip. Cumming violently in your embrace, covering every inch of your shaft in her sticky cum.

You were not far behind, but this was not a time to finish inside her, you'd cause a mess. So you improvised, pulling out. "Finish the job." You lowered Yeojin into the shallow water, falling onto her knees.

"Mmh, just use my mouth." You took the opportunity granted, taking her brown hair into your hands. Yeojin opened her mouth greedily, letting you ram into her mouth, taking your cock all the way down her throat.

You lifted her up and down, listening to Yeojin's delicious gag reflex. Unfortunately this couldn't last long, the orgasmic pleasure forming in your core too quick to ignore. Your toes curled up as the full force of your orgasm hit you, shooting ropes of milky white cum down into Yeojin's mouth, feeding her the load she wrung out of you.

She closed her eyes as she took all of it, not so much as flinching as the salty liquid flowed into her stomach.

You pulled her off, she looked at you with glee. Very proud of the downright degenerate activities you two conducted in this very public place.

"Fuck... Yeojin you are incredible." You gasped, helping her to her feet. She grabbed the soaked bikini bottoms, holding them in one finger.

"Not so bad yourself, but don't thank me yet. I still have some of the deal to uphold, you can think about what you want first. My feet or my tits." You almost completely forgot about that promise, you'll have to deliberate.

"Alright, we should get out of here quick." You were worried that people were going to start arriving, and you didn't want anyone to see Yeojin naked. Nor you for that matter.

"Yeah, our cars just two minutes that way." She led the way, not even putting the bikini back on, just running naked to the front seat of your car. You unlocked it as she slid in, thank god you had tinted windows.

You on the other hand had some respect, pulling up your trunks. Before following her.

You can't wait to see what she's got planned.

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hey uh..... I've been a reader since your integration in this app. can I request yandere Hyeju if you like to?

Rock and A Hard Place.

Yandere Hyeju x Reader

I just wrote shit, hoping it'll get the ideas pumping but yknow hope you enjoy regardless.

No smut cause it wasn't requested.

Hyeju was a predator.

You were the prey.

That's the relationship broken down into the simplest terms.

Her motivations were obvious now, different from the first time she caught you.

Outside in the dark, the street lamps were out, intentionally so.

You felt it, a hand wrapping around your throat. Warning, but not painful.

Then you heard it, a whisper. "Don't move. I'll hurt you badly."

You were frozen in place. Muscles locking stiff. "Good... I like it when people listen to me."

Her identity wasn't known then, you tried to croak out questions.

But her grip tightened, warning you to shut your mouth.

"Shut up. This exchange doesn't have to end poorly, just give me your wallet." Strange how simple the interaction was back then, you let her have it.

"T-Take it." God you sounded pathetic, maybe more so in retrospect, this was nothing compared to what you've been through.

"Good, that's good." You remember how she leaned closer, breathing against your ear. "But let me warn you, tell the police you were robbed and I'll kill you."

And she swiped the wallet.

Disappearing into the moonlight, into the dark.

You thought that'd be the last time you saw her, how wrong you were.

The next time you saw her came two days later.

You were asleep, resting, thankfully your wallet didn't have much in terms of keepsakes. Just money.

She woke you up, sitting on your chest. Holding her knife, that knife. The one that she used all the time, you'd since been long acquainted. "Evening." She said like a meeting between business partners.

"Don't talk."

You didn't.

"Good, I normally don't visit twice. But something about you, I couldn't stop thinking about how timid you were. It was so exciting." She spoke with sadistic glee. "Sit up. Now."

You complied.

Her hand stroked your face slowly, insistently, possessively. "So obedient, people I rob have delusions that they can fight against it... but you? knowing your place is so exciting." The knife rested against your stomach.

"And these two days has given me time to think, I want to learn more... so you are coming with me." She was affirmative, certain. Playing with you like nothing but a toy.

You didn't say anything, her knife was too close. It'd punish you if you moved.

"You may speak, but I'd stay silent if it's something I don't want to hear." Hyeju threatened you, grabbing your cheek as a warning. Everything she did was cold and calculated.

You stayed silent.

"Of course."

That night ended how anyone who was an outsider could have expected. With her forcing you to come along.

But the past was irrelevant, if you recalled every event that happened you'd never get away.

You are in the here and now. Hyeju's out of the house. She didn't tell you what she was doing, but you knew.

It was obvious.

There's been several escape attempts, more than one could count on their hands. Even if you still had all fingers. Each attempt came with its own physical reminder, your body weaker by the day. Though Hyeju never threatened to kill you after the first time.

She was enjoying your fight, your spirit.

She had to get lucky every time though, and you only had to get lucky once.

Today would be that day.

Look at the scars on your arm, every wound she inflicted. Look at yourself in the mirror. This is it.

The window was locked but you swiped that key last week, letting the breeze rush through you. Hands shakily grabbing on to the pipe clinging onto the brick, scaling down the brick. You'd look insane if it wasn't for where she lived, on the outskirts of the city. A solid mile or two from any other civilization.

But you know your way there by now.

You walked, burning stamina too early had cost you before.

Fuck carefulness, this time you were going straight for the police.

The path was simple, hang on the side of the roads, head towards the city and pray Hyeju doesn't come back now.

She won't... She can't.

You were on high alert, watching the cars like a hawk. Checking every fine detail. Colours, passengers, even the dirt on the seats. Anything to keep you focused off the growing uncertainty in your chest making your heart drown in anxiety.

It's very hard to quantify a mile, however long you must go to pass the next 1.6 kilometres. It's all too long, is the police station even open? It's late.

You'll find out.

The air was getting colder, you were unprepared for these elements. Hyeju didn't give you any hoodies or anything to keep warm. "You don't need it if you aren't permitted outside." She said. Every fibre of nature lashed out against you, trying to stop you from progressing further. Begging you to turn back around and go back to the warmth.

You must have looked awful, some of the wounds hurt more than they should. Must have scratched them on a stray branch, your head throbbed.

All the pain hit you like a freight train, knees making you fall to your knees. "Eugh."

Static, you can rest for a moment.

Oh you are bleeding.

It's falling down your arm, that's not good.

"Fuck."

The cars drove past, seemingly unaware or uncaring about the person on the ground.

Just don't be Hyeju, you'll be fine.

You closed your eyes.

Give yourself a second.

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Ugh.

You woke up groggily, still in the same place.

The sky was pitch black.

Your arm was smeared in blood and dirt, your eyes were heavy.

But you have time. Get up.

You got back to your feet and kept walking.

By the grace of the moon.

The traffic reduced, only a few passing cars left.

It was late.

Illness crept up your veins, you feel weak.

Each step felt herculean in effort, constantly attempting to best the impossible. How did you lose all your strength so quickly?

Best not dwell.

The city was drawing closer.

Just a bit longer.

Freedom...

The cold is getting worse.

Take a breath.

Keep going.

You were at the city, thank god. Though Hyeju could be at any corner, any turn. But that won't stop you, it can't stop you.

"Oh my god! Are you alright?" A feminine voice came from your right, that wasn't Hyeju. You turned suddenly, a woman about your age. Brown hair, first human you've seen apart from Hyeju in a long long time.

"Yeah, hopefully." Your arm was getting worse, it was staining your clothes.

"What happened? Do you need to go to the hospital?" She was frantic, too frantic.

"It'll be alright, what time is it?"

The girl pulled her phone out of her back pocket. "It's 20 past 2." Why was she out so late?

The police station is almost certainly closed, you'll have to go tomorrow.

"Okay, I should probably find a place to hide for the night..." You groaned, eyes getting heavier.

"Hide? Are you running from someone?" She impulsively touched your shoulder, before pulling away.

"Something like that."

You felt exposed here.

Uncomfortable.

"Oh god, that's horrible! Come with me, I'll help you." The girl offered.

A million thoughts ran through your head.

This could be dangerous.

Not just for you, her. Bringing someone into this.

But, choices were finite, who knows how many more were going to be granted.

You followed her into her car. Careful not to stain it, letting your head fall back.

A small amount of hope was blooming inside your chest, but you knew not to get hasty. You've avoided her for a day before.

"I'll try to help you clean it, I don't have the stuff... but if you don't want to go the hospital. It's the best we can do." She offered, taking a left. You looked out the window, every face looked like her.

"Thanks..."

"No problem, we've got a decent drive ahead of us, feel free to rest."

You'll take her up on that one.

-

The sound of rushing water filled the bathroom, streaming down into the bathtub. Your arm reached out, letting the mud and blood run away. Dirtying the white acrylic below, before it inevitably got washed away.

"Fuck that's cold." You hissed, making sure the rest funneled away, the wound had reappeared, badly opened but it didn't show signs of visible infection yet.

"Yeah, so what happened?" The stranger asked.

"It's, a fairly long story. I think you can probably tell." The blood had mostly disappeared, the wound had mercy and ceased.

"Obviously, a gang?"

You shut the water off.

"Nope, probably would be easier to avoid, just an obsessive lunatic."

"Well that sounds, bad. I'm Minju, you can stay here tonight if you want."

That made you feel safer, maybe just maybe.

Not yet.

Give it time before you get hopeful.

"I appreciate it."

"Don't worry about it. I have some clothes that might be your size, if you don't want to be covered in blood."

You'll take her up on it.

-

Minju chose to house you the next few weeks, worried that you'd just run back into Hyeju.

You told her everything over time, even went to the police. Not that it amounted much.

There was genuine hope. Genuinely a chance at actually getting away.

You knew that Hyeju would prowl, search. When she got home and you weren't there she didn't freak out. This dance has been done a thousand times.

Though, after the first week she started to panic, how you had eluded her for so long. Not even heading back to your own home for supplies.

But she was never going to give up, she had grown quite accustomed to her little mouse.

No matter how much it tries to run away.

The night had just begun, but this time.

She knew where you were.

-

Minju's couch was comfortable enough, functioning as a makeshift bed. Aided by the two pillows she lended you, alongside her spare pink blanket. You were faced away from the world, enjoying a night's rest.

it wouldn't remain that way for long.

The room was silent, tranquil, full of peace.

You stirred, eyes opening reflexively. "Wakey wakey." a muffled voice came from the room somewhere.

"Mmh, Minju? What's up." you groaned out into the pillow.

"Guess again."

Shit.

You sat up, it was a response homed over time, the sole streak of light illuminated her features. She held that calm expression, knowing ultimately she was in control.

"How–?"

Hyeju stayed in front of the door, blocking your exit. "I saw you two... walking home, I followed. I'm very good at tracking my prey down, you should know that better than anyone."

"Is Minju safe?" The words ran out of your mouth.

Her eyes narrowed, you got her angry. For the first time.

"Yes, for now. But I'd be more worried about you. Remember what I did when you got away for two days? well look down." You remember, you only have three fingers on your right hand. "It's been 3 weeks 2 days now, you'll be lucky if you make it out alive."

The casualness she spoke with was chilling, you can not let this come to pass.

You stood up.

"Sit the fuck down. I'm not done speaking."

You ignored her.

She took steps forward, slowly.

Time came to a halt, you threw her into the sofa, you ran. But not out the house.

Upstairs, you had to warn her. Nothing else crossed your mind, you rushed upstairs. The loud banging noise startled you.

You slammed into her door, arm busting it open. "Minju! Wake up!" Hyeju's footsteps were harrowing, she didn't run, she didn't see a reason to.

"Hm?" Minju rubbed her eyes, this wasn't the time for that.

"She's here! Right here! Coming up the stairs, we have to go." You shouted, hand finding her arm, lifting her upwards. Doing your best to jolt her awake.

There was no time to waste, even though you had no idea how to get out.

"Okay! uh, let's move."

You rushed forward, Minju in tow.

You didn't get very far, Hyeju blocked the landing. Signature knife in hand, standing menacingly next to the banister.

"So you are the girl that helped him, that's cute. Shame they bought you into this." Hyeju spoke, voice full of venom. Finger resting on the tip of her knife.

Instinct took over, you shielded Minju with your arm, forcing her to keep behind. You bought her into this mess, you will be her bulwark.

"Leave her out of this."

She leaned closer.

"No. Both of you will suffer for this, I'll kill her. Then I'll break your fucking legs. So you can stop running." Your heart dropped to your stomach, Minju can't die, she's been nothing but perfect to you.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" Minju shouted out from behind you, trying to get in front, you pushed her backwards.

"Stay behind me!"

The tension mounted, every second became exponentially harder to breathe. Your heart was pounding, the air was thinning. Hyeju's presence was a beast you couldn't tame.

"So stupid, letting a girl die for your own selfish attempt. You've always know you can't escape me, nothing more than a pathetic little mouse."

Your eyes darted around the room, looking for an out.

There's one, but it's certainly not safe.

"I won't let you kill her." That was a promise, there was no way you'd let her die.

"You are powerless. If you give up now I'll lessen your punishment." Hyeju was lying. She's played that trick before.

You've made your mind up.

"Minju, how confident are you jumping down that banister?"

"What?"

"Just do it!" You shouted, lunging at Hyeju. struggling against her, she was stronger than you even in your prime. But the element of surprise gave you leeway, pushing her onto the ground.

A sudden sharp pain hit your stomach, she stabbed you. She actually stabbed you. Agony welled up as her knife lodged itself into your skin, blood seeping into the stainless steel edge.

"Fucking idiot... can't even save someone without getting yourself hurt. This wasn't supposed to be happen, I still want to play with you longer." She kicked you off, the attempt was futile. But you didn't see Minju, maybe she got away? Hopefully.

The knife stayed implanted, Hyeju got up. Towering over your body, "Just how stupid can you be?"

You had one last plan, one last goal. Your hand grabbed the handle of the knife, ripping it out of your flesh, crying out in abhorrent agony.

You slashed at her leg, cutting through her clothes. She staggered, yelped in pain. "Ah! Little prey actually caught me out." Your head was pounding, light with heat.

You went for another attack.

And missed.

"But not twice."

Blood was starting to stain the floor, you were about to pass out.

Hyeju kicked the knife out of your grasp, it clinked against the ground.

"F-Fuck.. you." You coughed, all of your energy was gone. There wasn't much time left until you passed out.

"That's cute, I'll take you home when you fall asleep. Let's hope you don't bleed out, you are so cute... I'll keep you anyway."

She dropped down to meet your closing eyes. Grabbing your chin one last time. "Goodnight, hold on for me?"

You passed out.

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she's actually so pretty

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Assimilated Luck?

Yandere Yeojin x Male Reader (Smut)

Smut Tags: oral (female + male receiving), creampie.

thanks for 500 (or 570... whoopsie!) followers! I am getting my ass kicked by my two current requests so I thought I'd repost the first fic I made for the starconstruction blog.

I've yapped for long enough, but thank you. once again.

Starting a new beginning is already tough enough and its made infinitely worse by having no friends as you are uprooted to an entirely new country without notice. The air was sharp, tense as you stood in front of your new class, they locked on you trying to gauge their opinion based on superficial appearances. Your muscles tensed as you tried to calm yourself down.

Just. Don’t. Fuck. It. Up.

"Hey... I'm Y/N, I transferred here recently. Its nice to meet you all." You spoke as formally as you muster. Everyone stopped looking at you, immediately going back to their own little conversations. Your muscles went loose, and the breath you didn't realise was trapped up rushed out.

The teacher sat up in their chair, their voice raspy and congested, it sounded like they smoked several packs a day and their back was hunched over.

"Well that was very sweet of you to introduce yourself so formally, Everyone else has a partner, so please sit next to Yeojin."

Scanning around for this "Yeojin" was easy, she was the only one sat alone. However what caught you off guard was her almost ethereal beauty, she was intangible. The way her hair fell onto her shoulders, how her clothes hugged onto her delicate frame and her headphones pinched gently around her neck.

Control yourself, sit down before people start looking again.

She gently gestured towards your general direction as you sat down next to her. You two didn't say much, just basking in the silence before the class started.

The class had well and truly started, pencils scratching into paper being the only noise filling the room, you were zoned out completely as Yeojin kicked your foot unnecessarily hard. A paper note appeared in front of you. Her handwriting was soft and pretty, not entirely dissimilar from her.

🐸 Meet me in the library! I know a spot where we can get to know each other :) 🐸

You were stunned by the sudden act of kindness, how some people take those who they don't know and immediately try to connect. You pocketed her elegant note and smiled slightly.

The bell sounded shortly after, ringing its wave of dismissal, Yeojin was out instantly. Knocking into a few desks in the way. She was an interesting character, you've never seen anyone act like this. A breath of fresh air.

Finding the way around the campus was nightmare fuel, she said "the library" and didn't tell you which one. By a stroke of luck you ended up at the library you guessed Yeojin was at in one piece.

You opened the heavy door that lead to the library, the scent of lavender and old books enveloped your senses. She had to be around here somewhere. The air was stuffy and tight around your nose. There was a few students, they looked to be desperately finishing their projects.

But one girl stood out, she wasn't doing her projects. She was waving to get your attention, jumping up slightly to compensate for her lack of stature. She got out of her chair and walked towards a private study room, to which you followed reluctantly.

She closed the door behind you two and pulled a chair out for you, the chairs were surprisingly comfortable as Yeojin took the opposite end of the table.

"Soooo, you're the new guy in, well I guess country, tell me about it!" Her tone was assertive, playful as she leaned in closer, inches away from your arm.

You didn't know what to say, nothing about your past deserved repeating. Hundreds of memories swarmed in at once. You couldn't talk about this. Not. Now.

Her gaze softened and she withdrew, putting her hands down on the desk. "That's alright, sorry for overstepping... Regardless! We can do some cool stuff instead! Make new memories, give you something fond to think about."

And so you did.

Over the next few weeks Yeojin dragged you all over the campus, pulled you to her favourite cafes and restaurants. Her joy vivid, radiating pure, unbridled happiness while she showed you her most sentimental places.

You and her shared a very similar schedule, you two sat next to each other as often as you could. She acted as a beacon that illuminated away the fears of a new life.

One night you were laying down in your apartment, it was dilapidated, signs of mold and damp crawling up your walls like abstract art. But it was all you could afford, and even that was close. Your phone illuminated and it was her. Again, nobody else had your number. The familiar sign of a frog that she insisted that she was saved as.

🐸 what are you doinggggggggg

🐸 wanna go see some

🐸 stars

🐸 meet me by the hill, I brought snacks :)))

You looked presentable enough so you rushed to meet up with Yeojin.

The cold bit at your skin, you forgot your jacket and it was lashing out against you. The wind was sweeping against your skin, further adding to the weather's intensity.

Yeojin was sat on the hill, sitting down cross-legged on a yellow fluffy blanket, she looked so serene like this, you approached as she stared at you, her face immediately morphed into one of concern.

"Y/N! Why aren't you wearing a jacket?! You make me so nervous sometimes! Aish, come get under the blanket." She held the other blanket upwards and ushered you in, the warmth acted as a sanctuary against the brisk forces of nature. Yeojin's body hugged into you. Melding into your side.

"This is, beautiful.. Yeojin, But why are we out here?" You wrapped your arm around her shoulder, bringing her in close. A moment of tranquility from the chaos of work and university. The beauty of the night that reflects upon you two. The stars were out in full force.

"I, just didn't.. want to be alone tonight." Yeojin whispered, a borderline croak. Pressing into your side deeper, desperately trying to get closer. Her perfume filled your nostrils, you mentioned liking orange scented things one time to her while at the candle place she dragged you too. And since then she has always used that fragrance.

"Alright, it's alright.. I'm here for you Yeojin." You toyed with her hair gently, twirling strands. She eased up right in your grasp.

You two sat watching the stars, appreciating the conversation of nothing in particular, you two shared food and laughter, but the temperature had plummeted and the cold was becoming too much to endure. Even with the blanket shielding the two of you.

"Yeojin, it's too cold out here. We should probably turn it in for the night" She tightened even further, unwilling to let you go.

"This doesn't have to end here Y/N~ I've got a nicee bed we could have some fun with."

"I-I don't kno-" Her finger appeared firmly on your lips.

"Don't think about it just now Y/N~ we can think about it later."

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Yeojin's moans filled the room as your insistent tongue lapped at her cunt. Her legs locked around your head, preventing your escape.

She looked beautiful like this, her shorts and undergarments dismantled to the side. Her toned legs looked so appetising, just like the rest of her body.

You took a break from feasting on her, she whined slightly as your lips parted away. Her taste lingering on your tongue, leaving open mouth kisses on the corners of her inner thighs. Her skin soft to the touch with a slight sheen of sweat.

"B-Baby, stop teasing.. Please~" Her voice dim, barely above a faint whisper. You stopped your teasing and returned back to her center, rubbing her clit vigorously as you licked her up and down.

Yeojin's hands grasped at your hair. Pulling you even closer into her, grinding her pussy into your tongue. Her legs shaking rapidly as she came undone. Tightening to the point of squeezing your head in a delicious agony.

Yeojin let out a massive breath as her entire body went limp, laying down as satisfaction showered over her. You released your head from between her legs.

She took a second to recuperate. Her chest heaving as she took deep breaths, she looked like the epitome of beauty like this. Yeojin raised upwards, pulling you down into her.

"Baby, you've been so good to me. Let me reward you now~" She swapped you two round, pressing you towards her pillows. Taking your lips in a kiss, her breath was warm and inviting as it mingled with yours. Stroking your dick slowly with her dainty hand.

She pulled away from her ferocious kiss, leaving both of you panting as her face lowered. Leaving long strokes on your cock. The sensations caused were explosive, a rippling effort wherever her tongue left.

Yeojin was good at an endless amount of things, from planning hangouts to her ability to ace tests. But her best work was the way she gave head. She was incredibly messy, bobbing her head up and down as saliva dripped down the corners of her mouth. Her tongue expertly danced around your shaft. Applying pressure in all the right places. The gags of her throat filled the room, the only noise outside of minor whimpers that escaped your mouth.

Her expert devouring of your cock was making it hard to hold on, she was going to make you explode too early so as much as it pained your soul. You pulled her off of you.

Yeojin gave you a confused look as you kissed her one more time, tasting yourself on her tongue.

"Didn't wanna cum too early Yeojin." You were completely out of breath, she did a number to you. She giggled slightly as she kissed your tip one more time.

You two sat in relative bliss as you recovered. It didn't take too long as you were desperate to finally fuck Yeojin.

"You got any condoms Yeojin?" She frowned, shuffling slightly.

"No, I thought you would have some... Just try to pull out okay?" You nodded, repositioning her with you for the second time. Pulling her close as you aligned your cock with her folds, you pressed inwards as both of you let out a gasp.

Yeojin gripped around you almost uncomfortably, you paused to let her adjust. Her eyes was clenched tightly shut as the pleasure took over. You moved slightly and Yeojin started to release short delicate moans.

Her pussy was undeniably perfect, soaking wet and accommodating every action you did. You started thrusting properly now, a loud slapping noise of skin could be heard between every connection. Her arms gripped onto the posts, looking for any sense of stability in the storm of emotions she was enduring.

Her hair was wild and disheveled as you kept jack-hammering into her, kneading her firm asscheeks while her fingers wildly rubbed at her clit with reckless abandon.

She tightened around you as her orgasm approached, you didn't have much time left either. A few final thrusts brought Yeojin to her peak, releasing all over your cock. You delivered a few more thrusts before you got dangerously close.

"Yeojin, I-I'm gonna pull out now!" That was your original plan, but Yeojin changed your course. Her legs suddenly locking around your back. Preventing you from pulling out. The sudden shock made you spill your load inside of her.

Your eyes widened but Yeojin had a face of pure contempt, you both were still shaking after the events while you finally released your cock from her.

Yeojin's finger trailed down her chest as she scooped a dollop of your cum, tasting the combined effort of your night of passion.

That awoke something in you as you felt your cock stir again. Yeojin noticed and spoke up, her voice barely a fraction of what it normally is. A bit more nasally as her throat was rasp from all the screaming.

"Sorry about the whole, leglocking I really don't know what came over me, anyways.. Let's go clean up."

You obliged Yeojin, but only after another round of fucking in the shower.

-

A ripping scream pierced the dark bedroom, distant but close enough to arouse suspicion. The bed felt cold and empty, you were alone. Was Yeojin in danger?

Clambering out of bed you grabbed your phone and used it as a impromptu torch, the violent outrage of thunder and rain was oppressively loud. A faint light poured out from the bottom of the stairs, illuminating your destination.

You stepped down the creaking stairs slowly, the air prickled your skin, forging goosebumps. there was a faint, nearly invisible voice and the sounds of sobbing. There was two people in this house.

The feeling of dread loomed over you, Yeojin. your clothes clung uncomfortably as the light source became brighter.

"shut the fuck up, don't wake him up." The voice was distinctly Yeojin, switching off your flashlight as you started going down the basement stairs.

The brief respite was quickly shattered into a thousand places when the scene was unraveled in front of your very own eyes.

Yeojin was looming over someone you didn't recognise, a taller girl. Red hair, her face was gushing with blood.

"Yeojin! What the fuck is this?!" She turned to face you, a gleaming glint of a knife caught your attention, a twisted, violent smile caught your eyes next. The tension was thick, desperately needed to be broken up.

"Y/N! It's okay! Just, don't freak out!"

"I'll explain!"

"Dont run... You won't make it far." The words were a barrage, freezing your legs in binding fear. The goosebumps running up more of your skin while she got closer.

"She was waiting! She was waiting until you came to school so she could tell you about my past! What I did for my last lover." She was now mere inches from your face, the knife pressed again the back of your neck. She smiled but there was no warmth behind it. A stark contrast from earlier today. Her eyes were wide and blood was trickling down her arms, this was not the Yeojin you knew.

"I will not let anyone take you away from me! Not her, not her friends, not anyone!" Her voice was loud and booming. The rain got louder as it bellowed around the basement. "I refuse to lose you! I refuse to lose my other half!"

You were stunned, the metallic scent of blood was starting to make you feel sick, the sights didn't disappear when you closed your eyes. Bile rose to the back of your throat as you gulped aggressively.

You couldn't move, the knife made sure of that. It'd stop you. "Yeojin! what the fuck have you done?"

"I KILLED HIM! HE DIDN'T TAKE MY LOVE, CALLED ME CRAZY. RAN AWAY." She took a composing breath, before continuing, "But it's fine... fine! Because you are here now."

You wanted to cry. The one pillar of hope was crumbling at the seams, the knife dug into your flesh, the pain started to well up as blood leaked out.

You had no idea what to say, but that didn't bother Yeojin. She had plenty she wanted to say.

"You are mine! mine! I will not let these skanks break us apart! I will kill her. I will kill everyone who gets in our way!" The thunder matched the decibel of her voice. Echoing off every ripple and service.

"This is fucking nuts, you don't love! You don't do... This! You are just obsessed Yeojin!"

"Maybe! But that's irrelevant, you will be mine. Know why love? I will kill you if you try to run, so. Here's whats going to happen. You will go back upstairs, wait for me. Then we can talk about what's going to happen."

The knife withdrew from your back, giving you control. You wanted to run. Wanted to scream. Wanted to try to save this girl. But if you disobeyed you will die.

And that thought made you halt those dreams.

"Just wait a few minutes. This one take long." You ran upstairs, not wishing to invoke her wrath on you.

You were fucked.

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Hey can you please do a yunjin x male reader smut where they’ve been dating for a bit and go out for readers birthday jus fluff and vanilla sex thank u

The Greatest Gift of All

Yunjin x Male Reader (Smut)

Smut Tags: oral, missionary, creampie, vanilla, love bombing.

I put the most general presents I could think of, sorry if you've never wanted one of those... Hope you enjoy.

Word Count: 3021

Your birthday usually isn't the most eventful of days, eat some takeout, lay in bed, say thank you to anyone who offers a congratulations/happy birthday. Then go to sleep, a comfortable ritual if not a bit boring.

Things are different this year though, because you aren't alone anymore.

Huh Yunjin. Your girlfriend, the sweetest girl you've met. It's been a blissful 8 months, meeting in a shoe shop of all places. Her gaze caught your eyes while fumbling through shoes, real fairytale stuff. She came over, you started talking, the rest is history.

"So. What would you like to do for your birthday?" Yunjin asked the morning of, giving you the infinite expanse of options in this mundane town to pick from. Not that you had that many options, but the activity does not make the event.

Although, habits are hard to break. "Would rather just stay in here, probably. Easier." You were laying at the bottom of your shared bed, inches away from Yunjin's legs who was resting in her half (though both halves were hers)

"Really? I mean, come on. That's so boring!" She's right, but you don't have a remote clue on where to go or what to do.

"Yeah, but" You gave what was an attempt of a shrug, difficult to do pressed in a mattress. Avoiding the luminous sunlight flowing between your shitty blackout curtains that didn't work.

"No buts, we are doing something! I'll pick if you don't!" She had far too much energy for 7 in the morning, radiating more than the obnoxious light to your left. Her cheeriness was a fantastic motivator, a real beacon.

"How are you so energetic? sigh You can pick something if you want, always been the better planner." The immediate gasp of approval made you chuckle.

"Yea! I'll keep it simple– since I know you don't like me making a massive show of things. Anyways let's go downstairs!" And in a moment Yunjin was up, flying out of bed long before an objection could be mustered.

"Alright..." You said to yourself, she was miles away. You took a moment to brush your teeth before heading down, she could wait a second.

You slid down the last few stairs in sheer tiredness, falling on your feet with a thump, at least you are still standing. You approached the living room door, mysteriously closed. Your hand grasped onto the cool metal handle, pushing it forward. The sight in front of you something unpredictable.

Yunjin sat on the sofa, two boxes, one in each sideways direction. Both medium in size, the entire room populated with red and purple balloons. The faint smell of orange wafting throughout the entire room.

"Surprise! Happy birthday!" She shouted, throwing her heads into the air in celebration. "Do you like it?"

"I love it! – when did you have time to set this up?"

She leaned back slightly, preparing to describe her mastermind scheme in all its glory. "Sneaked down while you were sleeping, came back upstairs and slid back into bed." Not the craziest story but you were impressed none the less, how she managed to get out without you waking up is a task never succeeded before.

"Very impressive, thank you. Really." It still felt weird to have any form of effort directed into such an inconsequential day, but it felt nice, great even. Your heart aching in appreciation.

"Don't mention it, you did similar for my birthday, but come over here I have gifts!" She was a gift to your life in its own right, but material goods are tangible love. You'll take whatever she gives you with joy.

You moved over, sitting in the smallest crevice between the boxes and Yunjin. Accepting the minimal space, her thigh brushing against yours. "So, my first gift is..." She leaned over, picking up the right box in order to increase your range to sit. But you didn't move, sitting against Yunjin.

The box ended up on your lap, wrapped in the same colour of red and purple as the balloons. "Open it neatly..." You followed her simple request, fingers searching for the weak spot in the paper, opening it on the seams she left intact for you. Slowly it gave way for what was inside, the thing you've had put in your wish-list for longer than it was possible to remember.

A smoothie maker. Put there entirely on a whim, as if to say 'if you win the lottery maybe' well that hasn't happened, financially at least. Regardless its a neat gift. "Thank you, this is sweet." The emotions ran rampant in your body, a whole swarm of butterflies migrating from one quadrant to the next.

"Don't thank me yet, I still have another gift, save your praise for the finale thank you very much." Your bad, definitely. Yunjin shifted, grabbing the box next to her. Adjusting herself to face you head on.

You opened the second gift, somehow even better, an ice cream maker. You smiled. "We are going to get so fat after this. But this rocks, so thank you, again."

"Definitely a good reason to get fat, now put it down! I have one final gift." You quickly complied, stacking it on the other box. Getting a millisecond to look back at her before she pulled you in by your pajama shirt, soft lips pressing against yours. Full of love and passion, letting the seconds linger on. Enjoying each other's embrace.

She pulled away, "Now I'm out of gifts, happy birthday." She repeated herself, picking between three is slightly unfair. But Yunjin's kisses blew the other two items out of the water.

"I love you."

"I know, I'm perfect and wonderful. We'll go out later for some food, but for now.. I think we should cuddle." You can't turn down a request that perfect, flawless even, especially when she's giving you those fucking puppy eyes. No choice but to concede, letting the warm blanket of Yunjin cascade over you. Her head nestling into your chest, a satisfied sigh escaping her lips. "There we go."

You knew how to complete the picture, shoving the actual blanket you two had over the top, turning on the old TV to some random movie and letting the hours pass, the shared body heat and soft skin rubbing together pleasant.

The rest of the morning/afternoon was fantastic, getting to experiment with the two new trinkets she bought you. Makes sense why she went on a last minute shop of products neither of you two would ever buy. Making a smoothie out of banana and blueberry, sharing it out of the same cup. Yunjin seemed very happy about that.

Now it was night-time, she had dragged you out to your favourite fast food place, both of you wearing the most casual attires. She looked fucking beautiful, brown hair falling down to her shoulders, wearing the nicest auburn shirt that you got her for her birthday. She smiled at you in the seat adjacent, both of you cooped in the booth in the corner, the most private seats.

"Surprisingly busy today." You remarked, looking at the group of people congregating by the counter.

"Yep, got in just before the horde arrived. Talk about luck." Oh you could talk about luck all day, especially with Yunjin in the room. The food was divided between you two, pieces of fried chicken. Deep fried to perfection. "You look great today, by the way." She slid in that complement smoothly, she'd say that even if you looked ratty, but your cheeks started to burn red.

"Thanks..." You replied meekly, opting to take a bite out of the chicken to avoid how embarrassed you felt, crumbling under the smallest complement.

"Aw come on, don't be so embarrassed! Can terrorise me with complements but can't take a simple one?" Yunjin shook her head in faux disbelief. Taking a bite of her own.

"You look cute flustered, it's not my fault." You defended yourself.

"And you don't? Should look in a mirror more." Yunjin smiled, unsuccessfully goading another response out of you. Instead you just, stared, admiring her. Something she finds endearing most days. Her brown hair catching the fluorescent, almost hospital lights which made it shine.

Her lips curled the smallest amount, morphing into a smirk, you knew that look. It meant many things but here? Definitely confidence. "Checking me out? I'm honoured." She took another bite. Even in her most innocuous, she looked divine.

"I'm, yeah. Can't help myself." She flashed you a smile.

There was a tranquil moment, food becoming the focus. In the booth there was silence, outside of it was the backdrop. Called orders, muffled family discussions. Stuff to focus on, her presence was enough. A touch of joy to your otherwise mundane birthdays. You held the tears back, an unnecessary outburst could spoil the moment.

"Good?" The words left your mouth involuntarily.

"Yep." The short exchange made you laugh faintly.

The food started to disappear, devoured by the hungry pair. Lingering in social areas wasn't really your thing, even after meeting her. She sensed your discomfort like smoke, guiding you out of noisy environment before it became too much.

"You know, I think I have one last gift for you..." Yunjin whispered into your ear, getting into the car.

Something told you that you'd have to wait and see.

-

Yunjin didn't make you wait long, the two of you got upstairs within seconds. Turning on music to play in the background, the only light on was a dim lamp. The atmosphere was intimate and thick with love. "Happy birthday." She purred, taking you in another kiss. Her tongue dipping into your mouth, running all over your bottom lip.

You wanted even more, pushing her deeper, tongue reaching out to passionately dance with hers. Rolling them over each other in a bout of affection. You pulled away when oxygen depleted, faces resting inches apart. "Fuck..." You husked against her saliva coated lips.

"Lay back for me, this days all about you." She gently shoved you back, turning up the music. "And as such, I'm going to do something special." You knew exactly what she was referring to, her head lowering down to your crotch. Giving head wasn't exactly something she was comfortable with, the idea was floated around once or twice but she didn't seem wanting. So you dropped it, but it seemed like today things were going to change.

"Yunjin, you don't have to do something you don't want to." You stated, her eyes looked up, fluttering slightly before locking with yours.

"I know, but I want to. I've been practicing with my dildo, I can do this." The confession spilled from her effortlessly, she meant business. Fingers grabbing onto the waistband of your pants, tugging them down to feet, wrestling them off with the faintest ounce of struggle.

You were left in just your boxers now (Your shirt got thrown off mid make out) erect at just the smallest action from Yunjin, straining against the oppressive fabric. She had mercy, getting rid of your underwear, leaving you completely exposed to the elements and her.

"You are so hard..." Yunjin's fingers wrapped around your cock, dribbling spit down onto your tip. The light sensation making you buckle for even more. "Let me spoil you today." And that let you relax, she began to stroke your dick slowly. Working her hand up and down. "Just throbbing in my hand." There was wonder in her eyes, rubbing the spit in.

"You are so good at that Yunjin..." She smirked, the appreciation making her move faster, every pump she did felt deliberate, to bring you closer to that sweet ruin.

She leaned closer, lips inches away from your swollen tip. Hot breath wafting over, she looked determined to please. Eyes narrowing slightly as she focused. The first blissful lick ran from your balls to the tip, a precursor of what was to come.

Yunjin was elegant, taking her time with every singular lick. Like a painter and her canvas. Each stroke careful and planned. "I should have done this earlier." You would have to agree.

Her lips started to close around your tip, sucking it firmly while her tongue gave small kitten licks. The pleasure already overwhelming, having to find solace in the bedsheets.

"Mmh, that's fucking good." You groaned, Yunjin wanted to make a real show of it, making seductive eye contact while she sank lower with praise. Taking more of your shaft into her mouth. She wasn't kidding about the practice, there was nothing amateurish about the way she pleasured you. Slow, precise, her mouth a slick warm heaven.

"You look so pretty like this." You whispered, moving the rogue strand of hair that obscured her left eye. Inevitably she tried to take more than she could, harshly gagging on your cock before withdrawing completely, catching her breath. "Shit– are you alright Yunjin?" You asked.

"Y-Yeah.. Yeah. I'm good, just a bit overconfident." Her words were a gasp, chest heaving up and down. "I can continue."

"You don't have to–" She cut off your words, taking your cock back into her warmth, this time she stayed in her limits. Supplementing with her hand, working at your base. "But fuck. You are so good."

Yunjins head bobbed up and down, the dual pleasure required an extreme amount of effort to hold on. Not wanting to let this moment pass. Not yet.

Her cheeks hollowed, the increased pressure made your head mush. "Keep going..." The sensation was utterly intoxicating, how willing your girlfriend was to please.

The feeling started to build in your core, orgasm only inches away. "I'm so close Yunjin, fuuck." Your warning was just in the nick of time, allowing her to pull off just before the first spurt shot into the air, falling onto her fingers. She jerked you off quickly, working you through the forceful orgasm, her fingers were dripping a gooey white. Falling into her palm.

"Wow you enjoyed my birthday gift." She marveled, looking at her prize that coated her hand. Taking long, suggestive licks of your orgasm, a whole list of firsts today. This day a symbol of the next steps being taken in your relationship. "But I think you know we aren't done yet."

She looked perfect post-blowjob, lips swollen and dark with saliva. The smallest amounts of spit coating the corners of her mouth from where she gagged, she looked beautiful. But she didn't give you very long before moving on.

Yunjin began to undress herself, letting you recover from the earth-shattering orgasm you just endured. Throwing her shirt over head, cleaning up could wait until the clock hit 00:00. Next came her bra, unclipped and disposed of. Revealing her perky nipples which you've indulged in more times than you could count. To finish her mission, she pulled her skirt down. Now she was just in her purple panties, darker in the center.

"You can do the honours." Her voice was thick with carnal desire, to have you most intimately. You complied, fingers reaching into the thin fabric. Pulling it down her bare thighs, now completely exposed under your watchful gaze. "I'm on the pill, let's do this properly, fuck me."

Her legs spread apart, inviting you to get between them. You took the invitation happily, already impossibly hard yet again. You rubbed your tip all over Yunjin's wet folds, getting yourself ready to penetrate your girlfriend.

The two of you shared a deep groan as you pushed inside, every sensation most strong, more vivid than before. Without that condom in the way, sex with Yunjin was always euphoric but every previous time paled in comparison to this.

"I love you, god." You cooed, beginning to move, she was wet, tight. Squeezing the life out of you. "So fucking tight."

The desire in the room was palpable, a sweaty mist that descended upon the two of you. There was perfect harmony, every thrust slow and passionate. "I love you too! Fuck... keep fucking me." Like you could if you wanted, she was too fucking inviting for that. Crotches slamming against each other, cock disappearing into her loving hole.

Your mind stayed empty of anything but her, "Oh god, you feel so big, so good!" Yunjin praised, slurring her words. "Faster please!"

You immediately followed her directions, speeding up your thrusts into Yunjin, immediately getting satisfied mewls of pleasure. Her face was etched in pleasure, mouth agape enough to let out those heavy sounds. Eyes struggling to stay open, but the best part was her cheeks were smouldering a bright red.

The two of you were running on pure arousal, fueled by the wet squelching noises fighting to be heard over the music and moans. You were embarrassed at how quickly your orgasm was threatening to emerge again. Trying to focus on anything else to keep the night going.

Nothing.

Nothing came to mind.

It all rotated back to her.

"I'm go–" You couldn't even get the words out, every thrust took too much effort.

"Do it! Fill me up, please!" Yunjin pleaded, clearly chasing that same high you was approaching.

With one final thrust you stopped, burying yourself as deep as possible inside. Giving her the birthday wish she desired, it didn't matter who's day it actually was. Filling her with your cum.

Your orgasm set off a chain reaction, causing her to reach hers at the same time. Her walls clamping down on your sensitive cock, giving one last breathy moan before the two of you came back to earth.

You pulled out, letting your cum flow out onto the bed without a second care. "Wow." You gasped.

"Yeah... that's how I'd put it." Yunjin chuckled, laying there exhausted. "I love you, happy birthday."

"You really like to repeat that, almost forgot what day it is. Love ya."

"Wanna run the bath? Give me a second to catch my breath?" She asked, which you were more than happy to comply with.

"Of course, lay there. We'll clean up tomorrow."

Safe to say she was the greatest gift of them all.

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Did someone say empty queue? Can I get former lover Hyunjin showing up completely unexpectedly to your wedding (she came as a +1 for a friend of a friend, not realizing that it would be your wedding). The two of you sneak off somewhere to talk things out, catch up. It was an amicable breakup, she went abroad to chase her dreams and you stayed around to maintain your stability. Tears lead to a hug, which leads to a kiss, a "I missed you", a "we shouldn't do this" but you do it anyway. It's closure, or so you think, until the "I love you" comes out before you can stop yourself, and she replies back "I love you too" a little too quickly

its her (but i wish it was you)

Hyunjin x Male Reader (smut)

smut tags: body worship, cheating, fingering, riding, creampie

really enjoyed this request, actually dropped all my other projects to get this one done. Thanks for suggesting, and I really hope its to your liking.

Word Count: 4205

Today is the most joyful day of your life.

In just 4 hours you are going to be married to the love of your life, the whole ordeal was a sprint, a rush, borderline disaster. The catering cancelled last minute and another one accepted just three days before, the decorations had been delayed for so long you weren't sure they were going to arrive and the RSVP list was short until the last two weeks when suddenly everyone and their entire family wanted to come.

But, despite it all. You two had made it through, in all its collective glory. The wedding hall decked out in stunning arrays of baby pink veils, white lilies in ornate pale vases, the tables draped over in a similar shade of plain. It was exactly what you and Kahei wanted, sleek, modern and an embodiment of you two.

Now you were in the dressing room, trying to make yourself not look like a hurricane swept over you. You and your best woman, Jiwoo. She's always had the proper sense of fashion and that very brutal (although sweet) honesty to kick you in the balls when things weren't correct.

She was lounging in the plastic chair, wearing her own very stylish peach dress. Wearing it well, as per usual. "You look... like a bit of a mess Y/N." Jiwoo said with a gentle laugh. As to soften the blow of her harsh remark. "Come here, let me sort you out. Can't embarrass yourself on your wedding now."

You lowered yourself to reach her leaned back embrace, letting her hands fiddle around with your red bow-tie. She straightened it into something actually presentable. "I don't know how you still can't wear your clothes... It's been how many years since you've met me?"

"Every time I try to dress you berate me." You grunted, letting her sort out your black blazer as well.

"Because you dress like a dead rat." Jiwoo stated, tucking your shirt in. "There you go, actually wearing your clothes instead of looking like you slept in them. Good stuff." Her hand sarcastically smacked your back in praise.

"Clearly the dead rat stuff was working for me up until this point." You gave rightful snark, looking at yourself in the mirror, damn you looked good. Jiwoo was a life saver.

"Kahei clearly just has low standards, did you talk to Chaewon? She wanted you to help her choose music. Your wife-to-be has truly terrible taste." That sounded like her, a spotify playlist that would even make an experimentalist cry from ear bleed.

"Yeah, don't worry I would never let her music play. I can't afford the paperwork for however many therapists we'd need."

"Don't think there would be enough in this city, the therapists would need a therapist. You should go quickly."

"Yep, thanks Jiwoo. Lifesaver."

"Of course, I'll be helping myself to double the food as rightful compensation."

You were already out the door, paying no mind to Jiwoo's words, you already bought 4x more than you would ever need. She could have it, even take more home if she wants. Rushing to Chaewon's corner, Jiwoo didn't tell you where she was but thankfully her location just happened to be on. Continuing this blitz of a day where if a second was wasted you'd feel the ramifications.

You knocked on the door where Chaewon (likely) was. Thankfully she answered, wearing mint green. The dress code for this entire day was quite simple, wear whatever colour you liked. Everyone looked in their element, a good choice from Kahei. She had her phone in her hand, eyes furrowed in visible disgruntlement.

"How is it going Chaewon?" You asked.

"Urgh! I've been going through every 'good wedding music playlist' and its all bad. Classical music is not the vibe for this wedding!" She shouted, your indicator to discreetly kick that door shut before the entire venue heard you.

"Yeah? What is the vibe of this wedding?" Your curiosity was piqued, sitting down on the chair adjacent to her. Everyone had put so much effort into this. It nearly bought a tear to your eye.

"I don't know! It's just, neither you or her are exactly the classy type– I think? Not to offend." Chaewon looked in distress, panicking more than you were. Putting her head to the table in disbelief.

"It's fine, you're right." You pondered for a second. "I'm thinking it could just be easier to play something from your playlist? Best taste out of all of us." You offered, Chaewon's always been the aux, to the point half of your playlist is just hers. Kahei and you bonded over that to begin with.

You remembered meeting her like yesterday, three years ago. You, Chaewon and a few random people you met online got together to go do some fucking competitive bowling which sounds stupid. But it was a fantastic time.

One of those people just so happened to be her of all people and you hit it off like dynamite. Perhaps for some reasons you wouldn't like to admit, but the two of you went on a date not a week later to a pizza parlor. So all in all it was humble beginnings.

"Really? Mine? I mean– what if the guests hate it?" Chaewon stuttered.

"You are worrying too much, 60% of the people who are turning up already listen to your music."

"Yeah? What about the 40-"

"Chaewon." You centered her gaze, putting your hands on her shoulders. "Calm Down." Her face scowled a bit but then started to recompose, stress flooding out of her system at last.

"Right, yeah. Sorry, I'll make a playlist full of my favourites. Thank you, for coming here. You always solve things so quickly." She let out a sigh of relief, adjusting her blonde hair that had swept up in her stress session.

"No problem Chaewon, relax... We still have–" You took a reflexive look at your watch. "3 hours 22 minutes... plenty of time."

"Yep! I'm going to get to work, I'm sure you are needed elsewhere." That you probably were, seemingly needing to be in eight places at once.

"I'll see you later, don't go too hard on yourself."

"I won't, bye!"

That was quick, dismissing yourself once more. There was at least one more task– double checking all the food. Make sure it's all neat, not on the floor, usual stuff.

You approached the countless tables of bought food, someone had beat you to it. One less things to deal with, good. You can relax, at least a little bit.

"Y/N?" That voice.

Her.

Maybe you couldn't relax.

You turned around, there she was. Hyunjin, she looked different now, older. It's been so many years since you've seen her in the flesh, so many years since you've broken up, so many years since she left to pursue her dreams.

An entire kaleidoscope of emotions hit you at once. Sadness, joy, confusion, regret and relief. She looked so good in that yellow dress, covering her body in her favourite colour.

You've only just realised how long you've stood there in silence. Staring at her.

"Hyunjin?" Your voice was meek, shocked, taking a step closer.

"Hey..." She was not fairing any better, looking down to the left of you, not willing to make eye contact. Hyunjin's hand was nervously stroking her arm.

"Why are you here?"

"I was invited, happened to be in the country for a few months. Plus one for Yena. Kahei's friend, I don't know if you know her." Yena, Yena, the name rang a faint bell in your mind. You didn't know her that well, friend of a friend at best. Funny how fate works.

"I see, well–"

"Can we talk?" Hyunjin cut you off despite her timidness. "Privately, please."

"Of course." You wanted to talk more than anything in this current moment, to finally reunite with your friend after so many years. You racked your brain, Jiwoo likely had left to check on Kahei, your best bet by far. "Follow."

The two of you quickly sprinted, for as well as she could in heels. Opening the door before Hyunjin was in frame, it was empty. Thankfully. "Alright, here will do." You ushered her in, closing the door behind with a soft click. No distractions, just the two of you.

The room was tense, throbbing with the strongest, purest emotion. Hyunjin sat down, so did you. Neither one wanting to be the one that shattered the silence. You two still couldn't look each other in the eyes, the seconds passed, nothing. Your heart raced, struggling to breathe, you haven't felt like this since before you broke up.

You couldn't' take it anymore, the atmosphere was crushing you alive, one more second and you'd implode. "So, how's it been...? since yknow."

"I did exactly what we planned, left to go pursue those dreams of music. Spent a few years trying, I'd say I've been successful. So, at least it was worth something." That filled you with bittersweet pride, she worked for what she wanted. And why you two broke up in the first place.

"That's good, I'm glad to hear it. From our first date I knew you had what it took." Your words choked out, everything was hard to say under the currents of emotions threatening to drown you.

Why did you feel like this? Today was your wedding. You should be ecstatic. Yet you feel this much just by seeing her.

"The karaoke? Yeah, you certainly weren't winning rewards for your vocal cover of ViVid." She jabbed at you, like old times.

"Hey come on, It had only just come out, didn't have time to refine it." Despite your words neither of you showed positive emotion, inflections. It was just, still.

"Oh myyy gaWd yes, a real revisionist take, going to win so many grammys. Look, congratulations on getting married. I've heard she's a great person."

She was, being with you through thick and thin. Always sweet, always her.

But something felt off in her words.

"Thank you, she really is. I met her not long after you left, I still remember that day you left like it was yesterday."

That day was traumatic, it was just after Hyunjin decided what she wanted to do with her life. It was impulsive, there was an opportunity to take that she had to take. You both agreed with that, the two of you were in floods of tears. Sharing one last meal of instant noodles on the floor together, her head resting on your lap. That was when she chose to break it off since long distance wouldn't work.

It'd just cause you more pain.

You agreed, but that didn't mean it didn't feel like a dagger stabbing you through the heart.

"So do I! The minute I got on that fucking plane I couldn't stop crying, it took weeks for me to be able to get out of bed in the morning and actually function!" Her eyes started to coat with tears, falling down her cheeks.

"I. Hyunjin, I'm sorry."

"Don't be, I made the decision. I just.. wish you picked up my calls, we could have stayed in touch. You– left me on read. Why?" She locked her eyes with you, they were twinged in red. You leaned forward slightly, accidentally brushing her knee with your hand.

"I couldn't, every time I saw your texts... It reminded me of everything, I couldn't do it." Your eyes began to water as well, all that pain hitting you like a truck, still as forceful as all those years ago.

"You could have told me that... All those nights I spent looking up at the ceiling, wondering if you hated me. Wondering if you despised me for my actions." She sobbed. You couldn't stand seeing Hyunjin like this, it ate at you.

More than it should.

Your arms wrapped around Hyunjin's shaking form, soothingly rubbing her back with your hand. She leaned into your touch, head falling onto your shoulder. "Thank you..." She croaked in your ear.

"No problem." The scent of her bodywash filled your nose in this proximity, a gentle vanilla. That was always her favourite, an easy birthday gift. Every time, your bathroom was mostly full of the stuff. The nostalgia hurt, in a fond way.

"This was the part that made me struggle the most, not having you to hug me whenever things went wrong. When I was being suffocated, knowing that you were on the other side of the world, living your own life." Your stomach dropped, how could you have done this to her? You ran like a coward, leaving her to struggle. You struggled as well, but it hate to be your fault ultimately.

This breakup may have been amicable but it still makes your heart throb.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. What's done is done." It was certainly done.

Hyunjin pulled away, faces inches away from each other. It was sudden, unpredictable.

Her lips were on yours.

Your eyes widened in shock, she had her eyes closed. It was a small peck, but it was charged with bliss. She began to pull away. "God– I'm so sorr-"

You kissed her back.

Deeply. It was slow, passionate. Her lips tasted sweet, her breath like candy. Hyunjin pushed you in deeper, tongues dancing together. There was complete harmony, euphony.

Eventually the two of you broke away, "That was. Wow." She said, that kiss was just like the last one you shared, a sense of longing. You shouldn't want her, that kiss should have never happened. Kahei was getting ready for you, the hell was wrong with you?

"I've missed you, Y/N. So much, I'm so happy for you. But I miss you."

"I've missed you as well! A lot, more than anything." You replied, Hyunjin leaned against the table.

"I know, we could have each other one last time. Write off this chapter of your life, close the doors." Hyunjin offered, you froze.

You wanted her, way more than you should. But you couldn't, you were getting married in less than 3 hours.

"We shouldn't do this, we can't do this." You muttered.

"We shouldn't, no." She agreed, "But– I want you, badly. What Kahei doesn't know won't hurt her." That was true. What the deer can't see won't hurt them.

You gulped, no way you should do this. But the way she shined, like an old flame and you were the moth. She was truly alluring.

Fuck it.

You were caught in the moment, towering over Hyunjin's body as she leaned back to accommodate your embrace fully. giving her smooth creamy neck the attention it deserves, peppering it in open mouth kisses. Careful not to leave a singular revealing mark, she threw her neck back to give you further access. "Mmh, I missed your kisses." She let out a gasp.

You lowered to her collarbone, the last piece of skin not obscured by the sunflower yellow dress. Licking the flesh with just pure affection, worshiping her divine body. The faint pleasant scent of the earlier vanilla finding its way back into your nostrils. "Just perfect." You sighed.

"Take my dress off, neatly." You complied at once, hands daintily tugging off the straps that held the whole piece together. It began to fall down, letting her flawless skin get revealed inch by inch. It fell to the floor, Hyunjin elegantly kicked out of the trapping fabric. She got out of her luxurious heels, bare feet touching the ground. While you laid out her dress on the table.

Your jaw dropped. She was so fucking pretty, maturing in all the right places. An actual angel in your embrace. There was only two barriers left, guarding the most intimate parts of her body. Though such phrasing would do disservice to the rest of the picture. From her beautiful toned stomach to her gorgeous thighs. All of Hyunjin deserved attention.

That'd you give in spades. You were eye-level with her abs, making out with them. There was no words shared, they didn't need to be in this instance. Just a few moments of pure bliss. And that simplicity is appreciable.

"Let me get you out of that suit, I'll keep it neat." Hyunjin took your blazer off, resting it on the chair to your right, wasting no time before your bowtie and shirt came off next. She was careful to not let a single flaw come upon the clothes.

The rest disappeared in a flash, and now you were both standing in front of each other in nothing but your underwear. But you had a suspicion that wasn't going to be the case for very long. You slipped behind her back, unclipping her white bra. You dived right in, taking the pink bud in her mouth like where it deserved to be. Flicking your tongue against her buds, feeling them harden in your embrace. Fingertips carefully working on the right nipple.

"That's nice... fuck." Hyunjin moaned into the air softly, running her fingers through her hair, raking your scalp with her nails. "You always touch me so well." Her praise made you suck harder, spare hand pressing against her back.

When you pulled away, her white underwear weren't exactly white anymore. More so grey, a big wet spot formed as a direct result of your actions. "You look so pretty Hyunjin." Those words were irrelevant, she knew you thought that. But they felt right to say.

"Take them off, please." She whined, you compiled. The panties fell to the floor, then left there, her pussy was glistening in need. "Touch me."

Hyunjin gasped when your fingers rubbed her lips, coating them in her wetness. "So skilled, you always know how to touch me." You continued your work, sliding a finger inside. Hyunjin was tight, tighter than you remember. Squeezing around just the one digit like it was your cock.

"You are so tight..." You cooed, adding a second finger. You explored her depths, dragging your fingers against her walls in search of that spot. The one you've found before and found now. Instinctual memory, so to speak. She squealed an affirmation, you continued. Softly abusing her g-spot for the continuous streams of broken whimpers that leaked out of her slightly ajar mouth.

"fuck." You weren't certain who murmured that one. There was a shared revelry, wet squelching noises coming from your slow and insistent fingering of Hyunjin's warm cunt.

"We don't– mmh have much time left, come on. Fuck me." She purred.

"How do you want it?" You asked, pulling your fingers which were not completely drenched in Hyunjin's juices. Bringing them to your mouth as you tasted her by proxy, that taste you've siphoned from the source many a night. Still just as delicious as then.

"hm nostalgia's sake. Like our first time." You knew exactly where how she wanted it, falling onto the chair Hyunjin sat on, observing how she sauntered over. "Let me..." She pulled your underwear down just enough to reveal your erect cock. "Going to ride this cock, for the last time."

And as such, when Hyunjin lowered herself down onto your cock, the circular narrative had concluded. Ending and beginning in this intimate position, faces inches apart. Her breath a mist descending on your lips.

She sat on your lap, cock completely engulfed in her pussy. Her walls clenched around you, neither of you moved. The shared embrace full of emotion, what ones you couldn't be sure. "Mmh, that's good." Hyunjin gasped, her arms fell onto your back, sliding between the crevice of the chair to embrace you closer.

Your hands found her ass, taking handfuls of the pillow-like flesh. Squeezing into between delicate kneads, the two of you two taking more time than you had to afford. "F-fuck Hyunjin."

"I'm going to start to move–" Hyunjin began the two dance between you two, lifting herself up and down. You assisted to the best of your ability, but she was in control. "You feel so big..."

You didn't care how awkward it was, the way her lips looked shining and glossy in saliva was far too tempting to pass. Lips smacking against each other as she bounced up and down, two people in the moment slipping away.

Your breathing was getting faster, her breathing was getting shakier. The room was a muggy inferno, Hyunjin didn't necessarily look presentable anymore, hair being swiped and adjusted in every which way. But in all that imperfection, she still looked flawless.

"Just so perfect." You murmured softly against her neck, hand mirroring her placement as it rested on her back. Hyunjin's pace was sweet, inches going in and out of her inviting hole at the rate she decided. "You take every inch so, so well. Just keep going."

She realised time was not of the essence, a finite resource that was rapidly draining. Her speed increased, up, down, up, down. Hyunjin's crotch slammed against yours, the euphonious sounds of skin slapping rang out, a background addition to the chorus of sex.

"Ugh! Fucking hell... I, you make me feel so great, so close to cumming already– like this cock buried in me." The passion was reaching its climax, quicker than desired but it was a tight schedule.

Speaking of tight, Hyunjin was the fucking definition of tight, aided by the orgasmic pleasure being thrust into her. Taking advantage of how close she was you took one of her perky breasts into your mouth, continuing your affectionate assault on her body.

She clamped down with a whine, momentum coming to a screeching halt. Her head deflated, falling onto your shoulder. "Finish the job. I can't move." She chuckled, this angle was ineffective to stay at. So you took an opportunity, standing up. Keeping her in your embrace, slamming in and out of her tight pussy without regard for that same care you had the rest of the day. Just unbridled lust and desire.

You hammered into her, your orgasm was not much further behind. Just a few more eager thrusts and you'd join her, you kept at it. The final overstimulated whines out of Hyunjin's mouth into your ears, there was no second thought. Filling her with your load, spurt after spurt shot into her pussy and she took it happily.

"Sit there a second for me.." You laid her against the chair, she was breathing a mile a minute, there was not an ounce of that elegance you saw when she first arrived. Yet she still looked good–

Oh God.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Why did you do this? Kahei's waiting for you. Fucking disgusting.

Guilt clawed at every fibre of your being, you looked at yourself in the mirror with shame, you monster.

But you didn't look at her like that, "Here." You threw her a tissue, which she barely caught. "Thank you."

You two wiped down, throwing them into the bin and hoping nobody will check it. "I'll help you dress Y/N, if you've not changed I think it'd be super obvious."

"Yeah.."

You slid into your boxers, hastily throwing your trousers back on. Sliding into your shoes, putting the frame of your shirt on. Though that was as far as you could go, Hyunjin's dainty hands took the rest of the work from you. Buttoning each piece of the fabric together refined and elegant. Smoothing out any lumps.

"God, I love you." Your eyes widened, your heart raced. You couldn't believe you said that. You couldn't. There was no way.

"I love you as well." Now it was her time to widen her eyes, impulse was a powerful thing. Driving both of you to say the words that should have never been uttered.

Your mouth went dry, all saliva being gulped down in one. Hyunjin paused her movement, "And I know... Neither of us meant to say that, but it's true. We can't hide that."

She broke away from you, opting to get dressed in silence. Putting back on her dress, sorting out the hair to the best of her ability with just her hand. "Yeah."

"But Y/N, it's just not worth it. I'm not going to be in the country for more than a few weeks, don't do anything rash on feelings. You love Kahei, I can see it more than anyone else probably can. Be with her. Be happy."She couldn't help herself, going back in for another big hug. "Just know, I'll always be a phone call away, don't shut me out this time. Please."

The feeling of tears threatened to reemerge their ugly presence, threatening to spill all over your cheeks. "Y-Yeah. I'll, I'll call. We've been in here too long. Let's hurry." That was your excuse to grant miséricorde to the both of you. Hyunjin continued to help you out, making you look at pleasant as Jiwoo once did.

Your heart hurt with guilt, not just for Kahei but Hyunjin as well. How you've negatively affected two people's lives and one of them doesn't even know it yet. Looking at her in the eyes and lying to her will parrot your grief for years to come.

The two of you looked fine, like nothing ever happened. Emotionally though, that one was harder to ignore, hearts shattered into two. This wasn't closure at all.

It was misery.

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stream Blooming Wings

[starconstruction]

Not Exactly T&C.

Vampire Yunjin x Male Reader

smut tags: oral, riding, soft fdom, use of pet names.

requested by anonymous but i deleted the fucking ask, shrug.

Word Count:3723

You shouldn't have accepted that ad, though it was good money. Very good money. After all literally no story of vampires have even been documented so why not?

Well that was definitely the wrong call to tempt fate, although hindsight's 20/20.

It solved all of your financial problems at the much bigger cost of bringing a whole host of issues ripped out of a gothic fiction novel.

And that fucking advertisement even warned you, they would become obsessed with you. But with a figure that high and if you were being honest a vampire this cute you would have been a fool not to accept right?

You should slap your past curious self into next week. Because now there's a woman perched on your window, eyes glowing blood red, with her hand pressed firmly against the glass. She looked impatient, starved. The kind of need that was amplifying every second.

You were basically attached to your bed, bound by worry and unable to look away in fear, her spare hand reached into her pocket. Pulling her phone out as she held it against her ear.

She was calling you.

You don't want to answer.

But her eyes proved this was inescapable at best. You definitely don't want to make this worse.

Reluctantly and with a tremor that nearly made you drop it. You picked up your phone with your sweaty hand and answered her call.

"Baby..." Her voice called out, it was her nickname of choice when she fed on you for the paycheck. "Why aren't you letting me in?" She sounded solemn, a bitter contrast from her face.

"I, don't think you should be here." You stuttered, there was no courage, no strength, no certainty. She slammed against the window. She could shatter it easily.

"You read the ad baby, you accepted it, all of it! You know what happens to people who reject vampires of their regular meals?" She asked, you didn't. You didn't want to know.

"What?" You whimpered, she gave a chuckle that made your blood run cold.

"They get lucky for a bit, avoid them once or maybe even twice... But then baby, their luck runs out. The vampire gets ravenous, uncontrollable. And they just can't help themselves but make up for lost time, and oh no! They've gone overboard. And the person dies... Very sad right?" Her words felt sharp, harrowing, foreboding. She slammed her hand against the glass again this one with even more impact.

"I..." The words died out, throat dried. You didn't wanna die.

"What I'm trying to say baby, you don't have to have that happen to you. You are so cute, dying would just be a shame. Let me in now, open this window. I won't bite you. Not without your consent. And then we can talk about the rest of this little arrangement. I'm very, very negotiable."

"Promise?" You croaked feebly.

"Promise. Just open this fucking window already, I need to hold you."

There was no way you were doing this.

But did you really have a choice?

She made it very clear that you'd die otherwise.

You hung up, moving slowly towards the window. Watching Yunjin smile, flashing her fangs. Your hands pushed the entrance open, she didn't give you a chance to even consider changing your mind. Climbing inside as the scent of her perfume hit you, lavender. It was strong, much like her. The window was quickly slammed closed, sealing your conversation from the outside world.

"Good good boy. Sit." You sat timidly on the bed, but that didn't seem to please her. Hands forcing you onto her lap, warm breath hitting against your neck. Her presence unnerved you, but the touch felt a naturally calming balm. Like every part of your body eased into her actions involuntarily, it knew what it wanted more than you did.

"Yunjin–I'm." Your explanation was immediately silenced, her finger pressing against your lips. She shushed you.

"Let me speak first baby, god... Your blood is running so much, I don't want to get... Impulsive if you annoy me." She pressed her nose against your neck, sniffing loudly. Letting out a deep sigh of relief? Pleasure? You let her.

"You tried to shut me out of... Fear was it? But oh baby you are just melting into my touch. Humans like you are always so fascinating. So scared you'd lock yourself away but... You'd let me do anything to you, right?" She teased. You gulped down the saliva that got stuck in your throat.

"Yes..." The words came out, long before you could think. "I'll let you do anything to me if it makes you happy." It was instinctive. Primal desire hit like a truck, practically pleading for her without a second thought.

"You give in so easily, I wonder how far you'd let me go hmm? Would you let me whisk you from here, this life and trap you in my room? I think you'd be a great pet." She enjoyed a long lick against your neck, a trail of warm saliva forming in its wake, cooling against the air as it dried.

"Pet?" You said quietly.

"Yes. there would be no work, no school, no friends. Just being my companion, my blood bag and my servant. Imagine it, I come home and you are just there to do my bidding. Oh we could do so much. So fucking much, we'd be perfect together." Her voice was full of ecstasy, getting ahead of herself. The thoughts ran wild in both of your heads. Every word sparked a reaction in your brain.

You hated how all the rationality was leaving you.

You loved the prospects she brought.

But you still had a bit of logic left.

"I– I can't, no." Your voice quivered, Yunjin's embrace became firmer. She was testing your resolve.

"Really? Then..." Her finger dragged up your exposed arm, scratching gently with her long painted nail. Forcing you to lean back into her embrace. "Why are you quivering? You know you want this even more than I do– stop lying to me and listen to your beating heart."

The dark room stayed eerily silent, all that she wanted to say was said. Now it was up to you. And that scared you more than anything, it was up to you.

Your heart kept its rhythm, slamming against your rib cage, Yunjin's predatory gaze burnt into your neck. She was starving, restraining herself from drinking all your blood.

The seconds passed. You took a sharp breath.

"I– don't know. What if you grow sick of me? I think this is too hasty." You reasoned, but a part of you wanted her to just make the decision for you.

And she definitely sensed that. Because she turned you around. Forcing your eyes to lock into her hungry ones. "I see through you like glass, you don't want reason. You don't want control, you just want to be claimed. Just to be able to nod and forfeit the ability to make decisions. And baby that's okay, nod for me."

You felt your head move.

She gave you a look of pure satisfaction, proud. She'd found the toy she was looking for.

"That's such a good boy, thinking is so overrated for pets like you. I'll do all of it for you, because you are mine now. Till your death does us part." Yunjin's hands held your head, "Now. Let me feed off you, then I can take you home."

You nodded again.

She closed the gap, biting into the smooth flesh of your neck, sharp fangs pushing through the barrier. Forcing the flood gates open, blood flowing endlessly into her mouth. Your head started to feel light, the pain didn't get any easier the second time. Sharp, stabbing, stinging. Your vision was starting to cease, she was taking too much. This was it, you were actually going to die.

Then she stopped.

Leaving you weak, dazed.

"I'm so glad you accepted the ad... Imagining someone else with you makes me angry. You should lay down for a second pet, otherwise you may not recover properly. Don't you speak even a word, just rest." Yunjin gently descended you onto your cozy bed, feeling even softer in your tiredness.

You slipped into the dream world not long after, exhaustion claiming you whole.

-

The next few days Yunjin left you mostly alone, letting you acclimate to her home. Or more accurately just her room, since it and the connecting bathroom were the only places you were allowed to go without her express permission. Wanted to eat? You'd ask. Wanted to go outside? You'd ask. If you tried to go out of those ranges she'd be disappointed which was always a terrible time.

Yunjin's room was splurged in red and blacks, the bed fitted in red sheets. The windows being blackout, there was very little light allowed. A nocturnal person's dream, what wasn't decorated by her was just stuff she had stolen from your room. Having mercy on you to bring all form of your entertainments, scattered all over the room.

it was the night after Yunjin fed off you that things took a change, she looked ethereal. The black dress clung to her body, exaggerating every flawless feature. Being a vampire clearly had its perks, because even despite the fact she was almost certainly several generations older she looked so fucking good. Nothing about the initial advertisement mentioned anything sexual, but it also didn't mention whatever this is.

Yunjin was sat to your left, stroking your hair softly as you leaned into her. Resting your head on her exposed thighs, the soft scent of her body-wash radiating from the smooth skin. "Your heart is racing more than usual Y/N, care to explain?"

"It's nothing– just the proximity..." You lied, voice disrupted by the abundant stuttering like an idiot.

"I've been far closer than this before, yet you've always been completely calm. Though I've been around enough humans to know what you want, you are just too awkward for you to admit it. It's quite endearing." She said casually, not pushing it any further than that. Continuing her hand motions, letting the minutes pass without so much as a word.

But that curiosity gnawed at you, how confidently she read you without even assuming a margin of error. So you spoke up. "Admit what?"

"That you want me, plain and simple. You want me to make all your fantasies come true, to be forced between my legs, to have my lips wrap around that cock. To finish inside of me." She said every sinful, filthy act without so much as a twinge of shame or embarrassment. That was the main difference between you two, she wasn't afraid to voice her thoughts, not in the slightest.

"oh."

"I've resisted jumping your bones from the very first time we met. But I'm really struggling knowing now that you feel the same..." She assumed correct once again, like always. It was impressive how she read you like a book with no issue.

"Yes..."

"Hm? Yes? Use your words." Her hand stopped moving.

"Id let you do anything to me..." The atmosphere became tense, thick with desire. Every second held longer than usual, Yunjin was biding her time, pondering her next words carefully.

"I'm fully aware dear, but I think I'd rather you told me what you want me to do." Yunjin's words felt heavy, the plethora of dirty thoughts that filled your mind. Every angle, action, reaction. The desire to make her feel good was the only thing you had any remaining brainpower for.

"I– want you to use my mouth." You stated, feeling her smirk even without seeing it.

"Be more specific, come on Y/N." She teased.

Well you've already gone this far. Might as well.

You took a deep breath, knowing full well there was only one way this was going to end. "I want to be buried between your legs, your thighs wrapped around my head. Grind yourself against my tongue until you cum..." Your voice broke away feebly, shame wafting over you like smoke.

Yunjin gave a small chuckle, "Well then pet, fall to those pretty little knees of yours for me." You slipped down, resting on your knees as Yunjin sat on the edge of her comfortable bed. Dangling her legs off the edge, spreading them open just enough to let you get between them.

"Prove that you want it baby, lick my panties for me." Her hand lifted her dress up enough to flash her black underwear to you.

You bought your tongue to the shielding fabric, willing to prove your worth, dragging it smoothly up and down. So close to your ultimate goal yet so far, tongue licking in every which direction, mapping out your future paths when this obstruction is gone. The cotton started to dampen under your saliva, getting soaked through. "Mmh, that's a good boy, bet you can taste your owner already... Keep going."

You maintained your rhythm, listening to her breath hitch under your actions. Her hand stroked your hair with a sense of pride, her eyes weren't visible through the dress that obscured your vision. Instead all you could see was the darkness. But you could bet everything she gave a slight smirk.

"Okay, baby you may take them off." She gave that long awaited permission, the light temporarily re-emerging into your eyes while you pulled away. Already needy for more, frantically pulling down her underwear down her milky white thighs. Revealing the treat you so desperately wanted.

"You are so eager baby, dive in, don't bother speaking yet." Yunjin's folds were saturated in her need, you had earned this. Now it was time to enjoy it. Submerging yourself back into the darkness as you took your first long lick of her arousal, sweet and powerful. From the beginning you were hooked, swiping to sample more of her precious ambrosia.

"You can do better than that Y/N, make your owner proud." Yunjin was a lot of things, but patience clearly was not her thing, you'll humour her enough to continue. You are just as wanting.

Your tongue slipped up and down her silky folds, licking the pink flesh with a new found vigor, eating Yunjin's cunt to her specifications. Now you were getting praise, her moans were deep and guttural. Filling the air of the vampire's bedroom. "That's good, fuck..." Her scent pushed through your nostrils, musky and sweet as sucrose.

"Hngh– bet you are already addicted, like a good pet." You began to pull away to respond, but she didn't let you. Forcefully grabbing a fistful of your hair, shoving you straight back in to her wetness. Grinding herself all over your tongue, you took it all eagerly, basking in the glory of being used like this.

You sucked and licked without thought, all on your mind was her taste, her scent, the way her hands held you down to do her bidding. You could do this every day, every night. She'd probably let you.

Her thighs started to clench around you hard. Crushing your ears with the weight of the orgasmic pleasure that began to creep up her body. Yunjin began to tremor, shaking violently. "Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum! Gonna cum already, god!" She managed to push you even deeper than before, soaking your entire face in her slick cum as she reached her climax. To say it was explosive was a fucking understatement, she completely drenched you. Muscles tightening up stiff, before going completely limp as her orgasm subsided.

You sat on your knees until she granted you permission to move upwards, which she did in the form of pulling you up from the darkness, the relatively harsh light stinging your eyes violently despite its dimness.

Yunjin had satisfaction all over her face, eyes closed shut, face flushed a shade of beet red. Her dress had slightly fallen, giving you a better view of her exposed skin, breasts just mere inches away from being seen in their full glory. The room felt hot, charged with sexual tension, you took the opportunity of her recovery to wipe your face.

After another brief moment, she was recomposed. "You are so fucking perfect at that, fuck. Does my good boy want the favour returned?" She asked, the idea sounded like heaven, hell even fucking better. Her plump lips wrapped around your cock, disappearing into her warm mouth. But you were far too desperate to waste anymore time.

"Fuck, I need to be inside of you..." You gasped.

"Lay down then, get nice and comfortable for me." Her voice was raspy, coaxing you down onto the bed. You fell onto the shared bed, laying down in the middle. Yunjin readjusted, face inches away from your cock, which was trying to break out the confines of your clothes.

"You are so fucking hard and its all for me..." Her eyes locked with you, ignoring your impatience to lick your clothed shaft. Going up and down, "You look like you are going to explode. I'm going to ride you until you cum so deep inside me." Your bottom half was quickly exposed, cock in her hand. Stroking slowly, but not enough. "beg." She demanded.

"Please." It came out as nothing more than a broken whimper, she scoffed.

"Come on, you can beg a bit harder than that..."

"Please, ride me."

Yunjin ignored you, swirling her tongue your leaking tip. Clearly expecting more than that pathetic croak.

"Fuck, please! Yunjin... Ride me until you are satisfied, please." You sounded absolutely and utterly tragic, but Yunjin beamed with new pride. She climbed on top, straddling you. Rubbing your tip with her wetness, the heat radiated from her, a small indicator of the bliss to come.

"You are fucking big..." She marveled. "Going to split your owner so good."

Yunjin began to lower onto your erect cock, inch by inch swallowed by her greedy cunt. She was intoxicatingly tight and lovingly wet, gripping onto you so nicely. She sank all the way down, fully engulfing your cock inside her. "Shit– you feel so perfect inside of me." She moaned out.

"And you are so fucking tight, shit. Ride me." Your voice creaked.

"Like I'm going to stop now, but hold on for me baby." She grabbed the straps of her dress, pulling them down off her arms. Letting her bare breasts freely appear as glorious eye-candy. Too much distance between the two of you to capitalise on the pink nipples practically begging to be devoured by your mouth, yet another thing to the endless pile of things to do another time.

"Like my tits pet? They are going to look even better when they jiggle while I bounce on this fucking cock." As if her dirty talk couldn't get more perverse.

She began to move, lifting herself up and down like she had something to prove. Yunjin's rhythm was slow at first, hanging in the air before falling back down. It was one hell of a show, watching your cock spear her before being unsheathed. She let out little whimpers, gazing at you between long blinks.

"Faster– god Yunjin. That's so fucking good." You groaned, letting your hands explore her perfect chest, running your fingers up and down her masterpiece of her body. Every part perfectly manufactured to be as beautiful as possible, such sentiment is even more so evident with how tightly shes squeezing around you, desperate to drain the life out of you in due time.

She responded to your requests with actions, her momentum ramping up exponentially as she begun to bounce on your shaft. The delightful sounds of skin slapping rippling through the air just barely able to cut through the combined moans that were loud and heavy. Yunjin's moans were borderline screeches at this point, putting her hands on your stomach as she fucked herself on your cock. Keeping a forceful rhythm with each pronounced slam.

"Mmm, fuck— that's the spot, keep going!" She said to herself, even though she was in full control and what happened was her port of call. Her tits jiggled hypnotically, putting you under a trance that was difficult to escape from. The smallest pain came from her nails, scratching you in an attempt to keep herself grounded.

Yunjin was making an absolute mess of your cock, coating it in white thick girlcum, her regal attitude falling apart while she became utterly disheveled. Covered in the shiniest layer of sweat that made every single one of her flawless features glisten under the lamplight.

Her stamina far exceeded yours, probably came as a feature of the vampire lifestyle. Every muscle in your body burned for release, that feeling of your incoming orgasm creeping up from your toes upwards. Trying to hold on for just a few more precious moments, but even that seemed to be a fruitless goal. Before you even had time to react you were filling Yunjin full of your seed, getting a sudden gasp from her. Spurt after spurt shot as deep as it could go, the strongest orgasm you've ever had, whole body curling up in the vicersal pleasure that ripped through you.

"Fuck you've came so much, I'm so close baby just a bit more." She gasped, continuing to ride despite your new sudden over-sensitivity. Each bounce hurting like hell, gritting your teeth as you endured the last of her riding.

Thankfully fate would have it that you didn't have to wait that long, her body came to a sudden stop as she suffocated your cock one last time, a downpour of liquid soaking you and the bedsheets. Leaving the bed completely defiled.

Yunjin recovered quickly, lifting herself off your cock as the combined juices from your orgasms further ruined the bed. "Wow, we really made a mess." She stated, "It's laters problem, we can clean the sheets tomorrow."

"Yeah, we can. You are incredible." You praised, all your words were completely taken away from you. Only the simplest phrases remained.

"That was incredible. I think we'll be doing it again." She gave a curt chuckle. "But for now, I'll start running the bath, then we can sleep downstairs for tonight. That's okay right pet?"

"Of course it is."

"Good, stay there until I call you."

-

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Luna(r)cy

Yandere Jinsoul x Reader (SFW)

requested by anonymous, hope you enjoy.

You will escape.

This is the 6th time.

This will be the final time.

You ran through the forest, why does she live in the woods? Your heart was pounding against your chest, rushing through the grassy terrain in front of you.

Jinsoul hadn't caught on yet, you had time.

It was endless, vast. Just trees, so many trees. All of different shapes and sizes but all the same shade of brown and green. It filled every ounce of your vision.

Your breath was short, not getting out of the house does that to you. Your head was throbbing against your skull. Fucking hell... You were in truly no state to move like this.

She didn't know you were here, you could take a break. Sitting down on the cold firm dirt, day dreaming about all the friends and family you were going to see again. This time was different.

It could almost bring a tear to your eye.

Oxygen filled your lungs, just a bit longer and you'd be back on the move.

The sun was starting to set, you will triumph.

You just had to make it out of this forest, not like the other 5 times.

As long as you don't hear her vo–

"Here we go again..." Talk about timing, her voice was close. Loud despite not shouting.

No more time to wait, you got up. Moving between the openings in the trees methodically, desperate to spot her. Get any edge you could.

"Do you ever get sick of this? Five fucking times wasn't enough, you are lucky I just love you so much." Her voice was soft, like cotton. Desperate to conceal her true intentions, but you were wiser now.

Not like the 3rd time.

You darted to another tree, a big one this time. The forest was too big, there was no sign of civilization.

But it had to be out there.

"Stop running baby– it'll be a much lighter punishment if you run into my arms and beg for my forgiveness." Her calmness was making you freak out, so little emotion in those words.

You rushed to another tree. That time you saw her, that syringe. It was from the medicine cabinet, you've seen it too many times. Her favourite tool.

Her clothes were ruffled, jacket hastily thrown on, her left shoulder popped out. "This will always end the same damn way, you are starting to seem insane baby." You sprinted again. "But I'll love you all the same. Always."

The muscles started to contract, burning ran up your legs. Every movement was becoming strenuous, arduous. You fell to the floor, crawling towards the tree, resting your back against the oak.

"I'm so sad that it always comes to this– was it something I did? I could be gentler? I could let you go outside with me, you'd like that right? I could give you everything if you stay with me but only if you come to me right now."

The sky is getting dark.

You could hear footsteps now, there was not much distance left.

Your breath hitched, heart rattling against your chest even more brutally than before.

. . .

"I can hear you breathe." Your blood ran cold.

You got back up.

Then you were on the floor with a single thud.

And she was on top of you.

"Got you!" She flashed a twisted smile. "You should have really listened Y/N." Jinsoul sat on your chest, holding the syringe between two fingers. She had a sense of predatory glee on her face. She wasn't very heavy but months of starvation had fully taken their toll.

"Get the fuck– ugh off me..." You whimpered, she just smirked.

"Why would I? I haven't the other 5 times, you can beg all you want. In fact I would love it so much if you did!"

"Go to hell. Crazy bitch."

"Oh now you don't want to beg? Last time you were so loud, pleading 'oh please let me go! I'll do anything!'" She mimicked your voice, mocking you. "But now my good little partner doesn't want to? I'm sad, but its fine. This time I have had enough."

"Psychotic freak." You muttered under your breath.

"Say whatever you want! Just digging your own grave, I'll see you when you wake up." Jinsoul jabbed the syringe straight into your skin, puncturing it sharply. Pain blossomed in the foreign objects presence, the tiredness was only getting worse.

Your vision was getting dark.

"Night night honey-bun!"

You were unconscious.

-

The world appeared once more, eyes beginning to take in the environment around you.

But this wasn't what you were used to.

This wasn't your room, nor was it Jinsoul's.

You took a hazy look around, white. You looked down, white. Everything was the same shade of plain, all colour removed and in its absence consumed by nothingness.

You looked down at your hands, bound in white tape. Still covered in the scars from previous escape attempts. But something was different, your nails were no longer rugged. They were trimmed.

You shouted, into the air.

Nothing answered back.

Again.

Nothing.

The chair you were bound to was uncomfortable, intentionally so. Even the walls had more padding.

When did she have time to make this?

The door started to open, only visible by the shadow formed by the handle. There she came, Jinsoul.

Her outfit was cosplaying the rest of the room, wearing a white doctor's coat, brown glasses. She was the only source of colour. A clipboard rested in her hand.

"Hello my little patient. How are you holding up?"" She spoke with punctuality, authority. She kept distance from you.

"Jinsoul? What the fuck is this!?" You shouted. She didn't flinch.

"Calm down patient. I've just come to check in on you, are you adapting to your current circumstances alright?"

"I'm not your fucking patient! You are the mentally ill one, kidnapping freak." The venom ripped through your words, rage boiling over at the audacity Jinsoul was portraying. How dare she act like you are the insane one.

She wrote something down on the clipboard, but you couldn't see what. "Please calm down, you were put in this room for your own safety. Frequent running while under insanity could put you in distress."

"Let me out of these restraints!"

"I can't do that my patient, maybe when you cooperate. For now, I'll let you sit in here. I'll be back very soon."

The door shut. She was gone again.

The room was boring, the epitome of mundane. The millisecond her presence was gone all you could do was look at the white void and think. There wasn't anything to appreciate.

But you'd endure.

You couldn't give in.

Jinsoul didn't make you wait long before she re-emerged, ditching the clipboard for a bowl, full of some unidentifiable mush. A plastic spoon spaded into the top. She had a look of glee with you placated. "Hey my little patient, I bought you breakfast."

"I don't want it."

Sigh. "Unfortunately your opinion doesn't mean much right now. I'm the doctor after all." She stated.

"I'll throw it back at you, fucking deserve it." Jinsoul stood directly in front of you, you didn't even look at her. Keeping your gaze fixed towards her chest.

"How are you going to do that? I'm not removing those restraints little patient. I'm going to have to feed you." She smiled.

"I'll spit it out."

"That's just gross little patient, any mess you make will sit here and rot. Think about what you do very carefully." The nickname started to grate on your nerves.

"Why do you keep fucking calling me that? I have a name– asshole." You started to tug against your restraints.

"I think I quite like the nickname, little patient. I'll nurse you back to health until all you can think about is me. Then you can get out of this room, but for now you are quite sick." She monologued, dragging the spoon through the substance. "It's just oatmeal, little patient. I haven't drugged it."

That made you feel a bit better, reluctantly opening your mouth as she slid the spoon in. It tasted awful, definitely intentional as an act of retribution. Raw and burnt at the same time, definitely made with water. You wanted to reject it, eject it. But her earlier words repeated in your mind.

You swallowed in disgust.

"That's good, I knew you'd see sense. Here, have some more." The spoon re-emerged from the vile food.

"That's borderline inedible..." You groaned, Jinsoul didn't seem deterred at your discontent.

"...Little patient." She warned.

"Stop calli–" She took the opportunity to shove the spoon into your mouth, silencing your words, there was something visceral in her eyes. She was elated.

"It's cute! It'll grow on you, but I'm being awfully inappropriate for a doctor. So let's finish up eating and I'll leave you for a bit."

She did just that, feeding you the rest of the bowl despite your objections. And when she was done she left, closing the door and leaving you in this dull hell.

The boredom was truly unexplainable, anywhere your eyes went nothing followed. You weren't even entirely sure that you were actually moving them, there was nothing.

Your body was sore and uncomfortable, the inability to move something you should be used to but this was different. Sitting up was so much worse than laying down.

Jinsoul was putting herself on a pedestal, treating you like an unruly child who needed correcting. Ignoring all pretense, that she kidnapped you from your home.

You felt bitter.

There was plenty of time to recollect, daydream. Closing your eyes shielding them from the light.

It was her birthday, the two of you were friends. She invited you to her dorms at night since she was with family. The scent of lavender was rife in the air, strewn wrapping paper on the ground like fell leaves.

She confessed there, you tried to turn her down politely.

She didn't let you, the doors were locked, nobody knew you were there. You thrashed around, arms fighting against each other. She just barely won.

The police somehow didn't find anything.

You slowly fell asleep out of boredom.

-

"Little patient... wake up." She tapped on your shoulder, eyes only being able to open for a half second before immediately recoiling in pain.

"Mm what..?"

"Not like you to fall asleep. You doing okay?" Her voice was faint, gentle.

"ugh... not exactly much to do in here." Sleep rang on every word of yours, unable to rub your the drowsiness out of your eyes.

"I knowww, but I have to make you better before I can let you out of this room. I was hoping after all of those injuries you'd stop running for a bit. But it seems violence doesn't work on you." Her voice was sweet, dismayed.

"I'm not the sick one here."

"That's not true, little patient. For as long as I see fit you are ill~" She took a step back, in her hands she had your phone. Wait, your phone? You hadn't seen that in months, years possibly. The sense of time here became a bit confusing. "But– you won't get better if I just leave you cooped up in here all alone right? Perhaps we could take a trip down memory lane?"

Watching paint dry would be better than sitting here, so you reluctantly nodded. "I think that'd be..." you cut yourself off from saying nice.

"Glad you agree, little patient." She was really getting mileage out of that nickname, "Here's what will happen. I will remove those restraints so you can lay next to me, if you try to run..." Jinsoul dropped her voice to a low growl.. "You are going to wish you were never born. Got it?"

"Got it, Jinsoul." The taped restraints were ripped off. The new freedom felt so euphoric, being able to move your arms again was heaven.

"Come on little patient, lay on my lap. And no, you don't have a choice. Doctor's orders." You chose not to argue, stretching all of your muscles before sinking to the floor. Putting your head on Jinsoul's pillowy-soft thighs. "That's a good patient, you can just be good sometimes. And it's so much more comfy right?"

You didn't respond.

Because it was easier to ignore her whiplash inflicting comments.

Jinsoul put the phone in a place where it was easy for the two of you to watch, swiping through various images until she got to the one she was looking for.

You two, both wearing matching burgundy hoodies that you got for dirt cheap. Sharing some cotton candy, the smile on your face back then. You've almost forgotten how joy like that felt. "You know, I always considered this our first date, you look so happy there." She sounded reflective, joyful.

"It wasn't a date, it was just a hang out." You reiterated, laying your legs flat.

"It may not have been one officially Y/N, but I... let's just move onto the next image."

Wow.

You could guess when this was taken, given the fact you were unconscious. You looked younger, she looked younger, that was the day she kidnapped you. "I really thought you'd accept me that night, I nearly cried when you said you saw me as just a friend..."

"I don't even see you as that anymore."

You could feel a shift in the room, her demeanor going from one of delight to one of sorrow.

"I can't say how much that hurts. Years of my life I have been obsessed with you, just for you to hate me... But, Y/N. I'll find a way to make you love me." Jinsoul's voice croaked, "fuck these pictures. I just want to hug you." Her phone slid across the floor with a satisfying sound.

"Doctors orders?"

"Yes, little patient." Her arms wrapped around your frame, forcing you to lay down now. Her entire body resting on your chest, a warm comfortable weight you weren't objecting to in the moment. Every second she spent here was a second where the white walls weren't the only attraction.

"This idea was so stupid, yknow?" She sighed, draping her arms around your neck.

"Hm?"

"Trapping you in a room this empty, this is just going to cause psychological damage and then it won't be you."

"I guess."

"Can I ask something of you?" Jinsoul made eye contact, admiring your face.

"You are going to anyway."

"Of course, I'm just asking for some time."

"Time?"

She took a long pause, every second in this staring match growing increasingly awkward.

"Just, a month. Where you stop running, stop fighting, just– let us stop doing stuff like this. I think we could be so so happy together, if you give me a chance."

You should reject, her pleading eyes shouldn't be doing anything for you. You don't see her as a friend let alone a lover, so why aren't you immediately saying no?

Say no.

"I, okay. I'll give you a chance. Just one." Those words left your mouth involuntarily.

She squeezed you into a tighter embrace, kissing your cheek in happiness. "Thank you, thank you! I. We can make this work. Let's get out of this room, I'm not even entirely sure its safe to breathe in, given all the paint." Jinsoul chuckled, letting you get up.

"Slow down..."

"Sorry, I got a bit ahead of myself. Thank you, really."

You two went upstairs. That was the shortest punishment she's ever given.

Hopefully there won't be a seventh attempt.

Or maybe you hope there will be.

Its too early to call.