#itzy fics

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STEAL THE SHOW - S. YUNA

SUMMARY : when yuna, one of the most viewed content creator of the site you're posting on, takes an interest in you, you're not about to waste your chance.

-> pairing : pornstar!yuna x camgirl!reader

-> words count :

-> genre : smut

-> warnings : wlw, sex work, dom!yuna x sub!reader, teasing, making out, choking, oral, nipple/breast play, marking, use of 'good girl', praising, body worship, begging, fingering, biting,

+ the way i'm depicting yuna does not represent her, it's only a work of fiction

-> 18+ content bellow, minors DNI

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

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You had always been lazy, be that when you were still at school or when it came to literally any chores in the house. You just wanted to lay back, spend your days doing either nothing or what you liked, and not be forced to do something you didn’t want to. So obviously, getting a job when you (barely) graduated from college wasn’t an option. That was when you started to get interested in the porn industry. It felt like you could make easy money from it, and from what you’ve heard, it seemed like the perfect job for you. 

You started with audio-only videos that you posted on a popular site. And as you gained popularity and confidence, you started to feel more comfortable in showing certain parts of your body, little by little uncovering yourself in the videos. You started doing lives, the money flooding in when you played along with your followers, touching yourself for them. You did private sessions sometimes too, the gains you got from these types of clients easily paying for two months of your rent. It was the perfect life for you. All you had to do was to pleasure yourself, stroke the ego of some lonely dudes, and boom - you were able to buy all the things you could only dream of a few months before. 

As time passed, you began to notice a regular viewer of your lives. A viewer that always gave you a lot, even when you weren’t doing anything in particular. Out of curiosity, you searched the pseudo on the internet, and you found out that for once, it wasn’t a guy but a girl. A girl who was also making this type of content. And she was a really pretty girl at that. Of course, you just had to message her, to personally thank her for all the money she gave you, for supporting your lives. That was how your ���relationship” with Yuna started. 

At first, it was only innocent messages - praises of each other's contents, asking for advice from each other’s experience, and giving support to each other. Yuna mostly had a female audience, while yours was mostly masculine, and soon enough, it became evident that collaborating with each other could only benefit your two channels. You brought up the subject during one of your conversations, and Yuna casually accepted, leaving you both excited and nervous about your first meeting. 

You had settled on meeting up at a café in town, a public setting making it easier for any of you to step back if you felt uncomfortable. You sat at a table, your acrylic nails tapping repeatedly against the table as you anxiously waited for her. What if she wasn’t who she pretended to be ? What if she had bad intentions ? What if the vibes weren’t as good in person ? 

“- Y/N ?”

Your concerns were cut short by the familiar soft and sultry voice you had come to know all too well. You raised your head to look at her in the eyes, and you were immediately swept off your feets by how prettier she looked in real life. Her skin was pale, like that of a porcelain doll, her brown eyes were intense as she stared at you and her long, brown, silky hair framed her gorgeous face perfectly. 

“- Y-Yeah ! It’s me.”

She chuckled at your answer and leaned down to kiss your cheek, the contact making you slightly blush. It was stupid - you had done way worse things on camera - but the girl in front of you had such an effect on you that you hadn’t anticipated. Though, Yuna didn’t acknowledge your nervousness as she sat down in front of you with a smile on her face.

“- I’m happy to finally meet you. 

- Me too.”

Silence hung between the two of you for a few seconds - out of anxiousness on your part, while Yuna’s eyes were detailing you, a glint of something darker shining in her gaze as she didn’t hide the way she was checking you out. You cleared your throat as you looked down to the table. 

“- Do you… Uh, do you want to drink something ?” 

Yuna’s smile widened as she got rid of her coat and scarf, revealing the red crop top she was wearing. It was hard not to stare when she looked like she had walked out straight out of a magazine, and she seemed to enjoy it as she relaxed in her seat, crossing her legs as she looked at the menu. 

“- If you’re offering so nicely…”

The slight blush that had taken over your cheeks hadn’t left, even as a server came by to ask what the two of you would like to have. You both ordered a drink, and something to eat. Your heart was beating fast, and for the first time in a long while, you felt self conscious, too aware of your own existence and afraid of being awkward. For there was seemingly nothing to worry about since the conversation was always flooding easily. But seeing her in person was making you nervous, and you just had to sip on your latte to try and make it pass.

“- I didn’t think you’d be so different in person.”

Her comment made you raise your head to look at her directly, and her smile hadn’t left her lips as she stirred her matcha. She was right though, it wasn’t like you to be so quiet and nervous. 

“- What do you mean ?

- You’re always so bold and flirty when we talk usually… What happened to you baby ?”

Once again, she was right. You had no problem flirting with her, and making cheeky remarks usually. And you knew you had to relax, because Yuna wasn’t any different from her on-camera persona - she had that same lascivious tone of voice, that same mischievous glint in her eyes and these slow, deliberate gestures that had you hooked. 

“- Is it too cheesy if I say you’re what makes me nervous ?”

Yuna chuckled, and the sound ravished your ears as you cracked a smile too, slowly feeling more at ease with the situation, knowing that she hadn’t put on a show during all these conversations. She could have, and she could still be fooling you, acting to get what she wanted. But for some strange reasons, you believed her, you believed she hadn’t any bad intentions simply because this all felt so authentic - there was no way she was faking it. 

“- It could. But I’ll take it as a compliment. I make the all-mighty Y/N lose her composure after all…

- Let me just get used to seeing your pretty face in front of me.”

The slight smirk stretching out the corner of your lips accentuated the curious glimmer in her eyes, and Yuna felt like she could really get more than a hundred dollars and a new audience for her content. This was way more than just collaborating with you, it was meeting you in person and finally getting a taste of that pussy that had made her drool for the past few months. 

“- Shameless… I like it.”

Her comment floated in the air as you took a sip of your latte and tasted the pastry you had ordered. The silence wasn’t awkward, and you didn’t feel the need to break it. The aura of confidence she exuded had transferred to you, and you no longer felt like you were on the verge of passing out from the stress. 

“- So… How do you want this to go ?”

The question seemed innocent, but in your defense, you hadn’t had the chance to do anything like this ever before. It was your first time meeting with someone who did the same type of content as you, let alone someone you were about to have sex with. Yuna’s smile didn’t flatter as she put down her matcha, licking her lips in a calculated motion to draw your attention before she answered. 

“- I don’t have any rules set up. I’d like us to do whatever we feel comfortable with. Unless there’s a limit you have to tell me about, I could be anything you’d like.”

Yuna’s response surprised you a bit. You had seen on her channel that she had already collaborated with other content creators - men and women - so you thought she had a clear method on how she went about all of this. But actually, the idea of letting things go as the mood suggested seemed like a pretty good idea. You nodded as you took another bite of the chocolate cake filled with vanilla cream, licking the crumbs off the spoon with intent. 

“- That sounds pretty good to me. I can’t really think of anything that would put me off right now… 

- Yeah ? Then I think we’ll have a lot of fun.”

Her eyes dropped down to your lips as you talked, making her intentions very clear. She wasn’t trying to be subtle, but again, why would she when you both knew why you were here and what would happen as soon as you’ll step into your apartment. You both finished your coffees while making small talk, occasionally throwing glances at each other, as if you couldn’t feel your heart beating fast in your chest from the anticipation. 

“- Should we go ?”

You nodded at her suggestion, standing up and slinging your purse over your shoulder. You walked to the door in silence, and as you followed the streets down to your apartment, it felt like words weren’t needed to explain how you were buzzing with excitement. Yuna didn’t seem as affected as you were though - she looked so calm, and put together, completely opposite of your current demeanor. And it was particularly odd for you to be like this. Usually, you had no problem being flirty, and unbothered by almost everything, but she made it harder to breathe and think.

Suddenly, you felt her arm wrapping itself around your waist, holding you closer to her and you couldn’t hide your surprise nor the way your breath hitched in your throat at the contact. You could feel the warmth of her body seeping into you through the fabric of both your clothes. Soon enough, you could also feel her lips brush against your ear, and her brown hair falling on your shoulder as she leaned in.

“- Relax sweetheart, I won’t eat you. Unless you ask me too.”

She chuckled under her breath as she saw your reaction - or rather, your lack of reaction. Your cheeks felt warmer again, but this time, you decided you had enough of feeling shy and anxious, the excitement of the situation finally taking over you as you looked at her in the eyes, your own  gaze intentionally dropping down to her cleavage before going back up to her lips.

“- Well… I definitely wouldn’t hate it, but I’d rather taste you first.”

A slow grin spread on Yuna’s lips as she squeezed your arm. 

“- I like this better.”

Before you knew it, you were in front of your building, and you were leading Yuna up to your apartment. She watched your every move as you unlocked the door, inviting her in. She fitted right in your living room, her eyes falling on each detail of the decoration as she dropped her purse and coat onto your armchair. The security of your own home made it easier to feel relaxed. 

“- It’s really cozy, you got great taste.

- That’s nothing new.”

Your eyes fell on her sitting position on the couch, tilting your head to the side to make it clear what you were implying. Yuna’s smile widened as she reached for your hand, pulling you to sit down on her lap. You let out a surprised gasp as you steadied yourself on her shoulders, but her smirk didn’t leave her lips as she reached up to cup your cheek, bringing your face closer to hers. 

“- Now, this is more like it. I’ve wanted to do this for a long time ? 

- Oh yeah ? Gotta make it worth it then…”

These were your last words before you leaned in to finally kiss her like you had been dying to ever since she pressed her lips against your cheeks. And they were even softer than you imagined. Your arms went to wrap around her neck as you got more comfortable in her lap, while her hands rested firmly on your waist, pushing you impossibly closer to her. And god, the way she was kissing you - slow and deliberate - was leaving you dizzy, unable to think anymore. 

You sighed in her mouth, feeling her clear, glittery gloss mixing with your pink one. And as she licked your lips, your eyes fluttered shut, letting her slowly devour you. Her warm tongue swiping expertidly against yours made you moan this time, not caring about coming off as desperate as your hips rocked against her, trying to get that bit of friction you needed to soothe the ache in between your thighs. And all of sudden, Yuna’s hand was wrapped around your throat and she was pulling you away from her lips. Her smirk was back, her eyes darker as she watched you lick off her gloss from your lips. 

“- I almost want to keep it all for myself now…”

You giggled as you climbed off of her lap, her hands lingering on your hips for a few more seconds before she let you go, still grinning. 

“- Come on, I already have everything set up in my room.

- After you, pretty girl.”

You led the way to your bedroom, revealing the just as cozy setting you had planned : a fuzzy blanket was laid out on your bed, your camera already set up to be able to film from the side of it. Your purple leds were on, as well as some fairy lights casting a glow over the scene. Yuna sat down in front of your camera, as if it was all natural to her. And frankly, it seemed like it was, looking at how at ease she had been all along. And right now, as you sat beside her, ready to start the live, all your nerves had disappeared, replaced by the buzzing excitement and the anticipation of what was going to happen. 

“- Ready ?”

Yuna only nodded at you with her signature sultry smile, and you reached your monitor to start the live, the commentary and viewers immediately flooding in as you sat down beside her on the bed. 

“- Hi, guys ! As you can see, today I’m not alone. Please, welcome Yuna warmly.”

She waved at the camera as she greeted your audience too. You started slowly to read out some commentaries and answering questions, the chemistry between the two of you evident even on screen. Yuna’s hand was resting high up on your thigh, her fingers slowly slipping underneath the hem of your skirt. 

“- Uhm… Someone asked if we were going to finally touch each other.”

You turned to look at her, your eyes flicking down to her lips once again as a slow smirk spreaded on your lips, mirroring her own devilish grin. 

“- Well, I guess we don’t have the choice then…”

Yuna was the one to kiss you first this time, one of her hands curling around the back of your neck and bringing you to her lips. It was much more intense than when you were on the couch, her tongue almost immediately parting your lips and mingling with yours. But you were not going to complain, especially not when she was sighing like that in your mouth, when she let her hands wander down to massage your breasts over the material of your top. 

You only broke the kiss so she could help you get rid of your shirt, leaving you only in your skirt and your lacy, dark red bra. Yuna bit down on her lips as she admired the sight in front of her, feeling the sudden urge to cover your perfect skin in her marks, to leave you a drooling mess. So that was exactly what she did. Yuna positioned herself behind you, her lips lashing against your neck and her hands returning to your boobs. You could feel her smile against your skin as you moaned out at the feeling. 

“- Such a pretty girl… You dressed up for me, right ? Put on my favourite colour just for me ?

- Yes… I bought it just for you.”

Yuna’s smile widened as she bit down on your neck, making you yelp. She was quick to soothe the ache with another kiss and with her fingers slipping inside your bra to flick your nipples. 

“- Good girl.”

You held back a moan at the praise, and even more so at the way Yuna was pinching your nipples in just the right way to make you squirm against her. But she only chuckled against your ear as she continued to tease you. She was staring directly into the camera, as if challenging your viewers, showing them what they could never have.

“- Tell me what you want, sweetheart.” 

Her honey-like voice seeped into you, definitely turning your brain to mush. One of her hands was still playing with your right nipple, while the other was slowly making its way down, until she reached the waistband of your skirt and stopped. You whined, bucking your hips up, because she knew exactly what you wanted, what you needed. Yuna’s smile grew wider as she grabbed your jaw, tilting your head back to force you to look at her in the eyes. 

“- I need words, pretty girl.”

Your own smile was daring as you took her hand in yours, bringing it down lower, and lower, until her manicured fingers laid up high on your inner thighs, your spread legs showing off your red panties as well as the wet patch on it. 

“- And I need your fingers, please.”

Yuna didn’t let you look away from her as she slowly ran up her hands higher and higher, until her fingers grazed the hem of your underwear. She was teasing, and you knew it, but it was too good to ask her to stop.

“- You’re even begging without being asked to… So fucking perfect.”

She didn’t even let you have any chance to respond as she pressed her fingers against your clothed clit, tearing a moan from you, your eyes fluttering shut when she started to draw circles. 

“- So wet and I haven’t even done anything yet, sweetheart.”

Her teasing was getting to your head, and the way she was touching you in the perfect way to give you some but not enough was driving you crazy. But Yuna didn’t want to play, at least, not too much. More than anything, she wanted to make you fall apart. So she pushed your underwear to the side, revealing your dripping cunt to the camera. She ran her fingers along the slit, collecting some of your wetness and bringing it up to her lips. She made a whole show out of licking it off, and you couldn’t detach your eyes from her as she did so.

“- Yuna… 

- Don’t be so impatient, you’re gonna have them.”

She tapped her fingers against your lips, and as if it was a second nature, you parted them and let her push them into your mouth. You diligently sucked around them, tasting yourself and her saliva on them. And you had to admit that the mix was pretty mind blowing. Before you could enjoy it some more, she took her fingers away from your mouth, returning to play with your cunt. But her teasing didn’t last much longer as she finally pushed one of her fingers inside of your pussy. Your back arched against her, your head resting against her shoulders, and a contented moan slipping past your lips. 

“- You’re so wet already… Doing so good for me Y/N.”

This didn’t even feel like it was just for the viewers, you weren’t even thinking about the live anymore except for the distant sound of the donation notification. But with the way Yuna was quick to push a second finger inside of you, and even quicker to find the perfect rhythm to make you whimper, this was completely out of your mind. Her other hand that was still resting around your jaw slid down just a bit, until she could wrap it around your throat. Your breathing hitched and your eyes snapped open for a few seconds, enough to take in the sinful view reflected in the camera, and to see how Yuna was looking at you - like an animal ready to devour its prey. 

“- You like that sweetheart ? You like having my hand around your throat ?

- Yes… Feels so good…”

Yuna smirked at the way your voice was shaking, at the way you were moaning and whimpering, at the way you were chasing her hand each time she slowed down the rhythm of her fingers. And as she buried them deep inside of you once again, she squeezed your neck tighter, and she relished in the desperate sounds you made, in how pliant you were in her hold, in how tight you were. Soon enough, your legs were shaking and you could already feel your orgasm approaching rapidly.

“- You’re close sweetheart ?

- Yes… So close…

- Mmh, yeah… I can feel you clenching around my fingers. Come on baby, let go for me, show me how beautiful you are when you cum.”

Yuna’s words pushed you closer to the edge, as well as her hand leaving your throat to come play with your clit again. She only needed to whisper some more praises against your ear to get you there, smiling at the way you loudly moaned out and grabbed her arm in an attempt to keep in touch with reality. Your orgasm crashed over you like a hurricane, more wetness seeping out of your hole and making the lewd sounds of Yuna’s fingers even dirtier. 

“- You did such a great job for me, sweetheart.”

You turned your head to the side against her shoulder to look at her in the eyes, still trying to catch your breath. But the pure lust and desire you could so clearly see inside of her gaze made your heart beat faster again. Without needing to say one word to each other, your lips were on hers, one of your hands tangled in her long brown hair while hers slid up to take a hold of your breasts again. When you finally parted your lips, a new determination had taken over you.

“- It’s my turn to have fun, now.”

You didn’t let Yuna protest or react before helping her out of her top, leaving her torso completely bare. The realisation that she hadn’t been wearing a bra all this time left you speechless for a few seconds. Yuna’s chuckles at your lack of reaction quickly died in her throat when you leaned down to catch one of her nipples in between your lips. She exhaled a shuddering breath at the action, letting you do as you pleased. 

So you didn’t hesitate to suck on her nipple, while you rolled the other one in between two of your fingers, attentive to every sigh and quiet moan Yuna let slip past her lips. She didn’t protest when you started to kiss your way down her body, finally stopping at the waistband of her jeans. She looked down at you - her lips parted and her eyes full of desire, of need - and you simply smirked, slowly undoing her button and zipper. You discarded her jeans somewhere in the room, your hands sliding up from her ankles to her thighs that you squeezed.

“- You’re enjoying this, aren’t you ?

- So much.”

Your answer made her bite down on her lip again, and you definitely liked that habit of hers a lot. Now that she was only wearing her panties, you kneeled down on the floor and tugged Yuna closer to the edge of the bed. Your lips quickly found their place against her right knee, slowly making your way up to her inner thigh with your kisses and occasional light bites. And by the time you started over your little game with her left leg, Yuna was breathless, her chest heaving rapidly and her fists curled around the sheets. 

“- Tell me what you want, baby.”

Your teasing didn’t go unnoticed, and Yuna couldn’t help but grin at the way you took her own words from her. But that didn’t stop her from tangling one of her hands in your hair, tugging on them and making you gasp in surprise. 

“- You better put that mouth to good use instead of running it sweetheart.”

The sudden shift in her demeanor made you want to be brat and to be good all at once. But the appealing view of her soaked panties just in front of your eyes led you to nod at her. Though she let you move on your own again, her hand was still resting against the back of your head, guiding you toward her cunt. You made a show of licking at her over the material of her underwear, and moaning under your breath at the feeling. But was it really acting when she tasted like the sweetest thing you had ever had the chance to try ?

You didn’t waste any more time as you pushed her black, lacy thong to the side, finally getting a real view of her cunt. But you didn’t stop on that for more than a second, immediately leaning forward to taste her for real. You both moaned in harmony at the feeling, Yuna’s fingers tightening around your strand of hair while yours rested firmly on her hips. 

“- That feels so good sweetheart, don’t stop…”

You hummed against her cunt as you took her clit in between your lips, restlessly sucking on it like your life depended on it. Yuna could see the sinful reflection of what was happening through the camera, your head moving in between her legs and her exposed body taking up the whole frame. She wanted to keep watching, to try and read some comments, but the way you were devouring her as if you were starving had her throwing her head back, rocking her hips against your face.

And you didn’t try to stop her, only encouraging her to keep grinding against you. Your nose was bumping against her clit with each thrust of her hips, and you kept licking at her, pushing your tongue into her clenching hole, collecting her slickness as much as you could. And Yuna didn’t try to hold back her sounds, her whines and moans echoing through the room and the live still going the last thing on her mind as she felt herself approaching her climax. 

“- Y/N…”

You hummed again, feeling how her thighs were starting to shake around your head, feeling how her whimpers were getting more and more high-pitched. So you doubled your efforts, not caring about not being able to breathe anymore as you buried your face as deep as you could in between her thighs. You looked up at her, and Yuna let out another whine as her gaze fell into your wide doe eyes, almost pleading her to cum in your mouth.

And that was exactly what she did, throwing her head back again and holding you in place with both her hands as she rode out her orgasm by riding your face. And you stayed still, moaning against her and licking her clean until she pushed you away. You didn’t let her catch her breath as you came up to kiss her, sharing her juices in a searing, hot and messy kiss that left you both wanting more. As if on cue, another donation notification rang up from your phone and brought you back to reality. Right. You were supposed to be working. You turned around, sitting in between Yuna’s still spread legs as your eyes bore into the camera. 

“- I hope you guys liked this, you can look up for more content on our channels very soon.”

Before you could say anything else to your viewers, or see how much you made from this one single live, Yuna reached over your shoulder to stop the live. And before you could protest, she grabbed your shoulder and pushed you to lay on the bed, knocking the air out of your lungs for a few seconds. She hovered over you, almost fully naked, and that dark glint in her eyes back.

“- The rest of what I’m gonna do to you doesn’t need to be shared, it’s only for you sweetheart.”

And you definitely weren’t mad about that.

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itzy as supermarket employees:

yeji: broke at least two vases, one mug, and one plastic live, laugh, love sign how did she even do that is a mystery. gets super happy when someone laughs at her puns. people assumes she is the manager and yeji is low-key scared that management will permanently make her one and she can't take nap in the bedding aisle anymore

lia: thinks there should always be a discount on cucumbers she wants them OUT of the store. volunteers to be the store mascot whenever they need one. snitches on ryujin whenever she steals gum from the counter. uses her employee discount to take a tub of ice-cream home everyday.

ryujin: whenever the customers have a complaint, ryujin lies and tells them that she is the manager. also lies and tells customers that kids aren't allowed at the supermarket she is going to lose her mind if she has to hear any more crying children but dogs are.

chaeryoung: has to wipe up the vomits every time. it was supposed to be a turn-based rotation but people mysteriously vanish whenever a customer vomits. loves making the free samples. however has a hard time telling people they can only take one sample at a time. she swears she will one day. in a far off future. maybe. she hopes so.

yuna: whenever a customer asks her to check if there are any more out-of-stock product left in the back, yuna says, 'okay!' and doesn't come back from the storerooms for the next two hours. her everyday schedule is- clock in, take a ootd pic in front of the cool mirror besides the dairy aisle, clock out.

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Already Yours (Part 1)

Yoo Jimin (Karina) x Reader

GENRE: angst, fluff, arranged marriage

TYPE: Two Shot

Inspired by: urs-NIKI

A/N: i received several arranged marriage request for the past two years, but it felt too different to what i usually wrote. since it's the start of a new year and the best time to try something new...here you gooooo! a special thank you to @neoplatinum! i re-read several of her works to gain some inspiration for this one. highly recommend everyone checking out her posts :)

The heavy doors swung open, slamming against the wall with a resounding crash that echoed through the room. A tall, willowy figure dressed in a professional tan suit strode toward you, the sharp click of her heels punctuating the silence as she crossed the pristine marble floors. Behind her, two broad-shouldered bodyguards trailed in silence, their faces impassive. In contrast, her long black hair flowed behind her, each step full of purpose and anger. Scratch that. Lady Jimin was seething, her usually soft features now hard with barely contained anger.

“What is this, father?” Jimin addressed the old duke beside you, completely ignoring your presence.

Duke Yoo coughed, a nervous, helpless sound that filled the room. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he fidgeted, clearly at a loss for words.

Before he could find his voice, his son stepped forward, his demeanor calm and predatory.

“Pleasant surprise seeing you here, Jimin.” Heesung’s smile was too smooth, his voice disgustingly sweet.

“Not much of a surprise, since this is the signing of my marriage certificate.” Jimin snapped, her eyes burning with a fire so intense it felt like she could burn the entire Y/LN enterprise building to the ground.

Your father, ever the one to involve himself in drama, couldn’t resist. “Ah, Lady Jimin. It's nice to finally meet my my future daughter-in-law.”

He moved toward her, arms wide, offering a false sense of warmth.

“There’s no way I’m getting tangled in your slimy business ventures, Y/LN.” Jimin spat, laced with pure contempt.

The room fell silent, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. The Duke shot a quick, nervous glance at your father’s impassive expression, sweat dripping down his chin now.

“I’m so sorry, Y/LN-nim.” The Duke hurriedly walked over to your father’s side.

“We didn’t have time to explain the agreement to Jimin. Let us talk to her first.”

“It seems she’s lacking in manners.” your father’s voice dropped several octaves, low and dangerous. “Perhaps we should address this before we finalize anything.”

Jimin’s anger flared, but it was quickly replaced by something darker—fear. As she caught sight of the cruel smile spreading across your father’s face, a cold shiver ran down her spine. The man was notorious for his ruthlessness, a cold, calculating figure who had controlled the country’s economy for decades. His power wasn’t just in his wealth, it was in his ability to make people tremble.

Even her bodyguards hesitated, inching closer to her but unsure whether to act.

That’s when you stepped forward, your silence broken at last.

You moved in front of your father, your hand gripping his arm and pulling him toward the desk. The weight of the room seemed to shift as your presence took control.

“Enough, father.” Your voice was soft, but unwavering, cutting through the tension like a knife. “Let’s just finish this.”

Without another word, you reached for the inkstand, pressing your thumb into the dark ink and leaving a red fingerprint on the flimsy paper.

You lifted your gaze, locking eyes with Jimin, expressionless.

Jimin let out a frustrated sigh, her fingers threading through her hair as she surrendered herself to the inevitable. She walked over and pressed her own delicate fingers to the paper, leaving a red mark beside yours. The blood-red ink seemed to mock her, a symbol of fate she could neither escape nor control.

“Good.” Heesung’s voice sliced through the silence, “Let’s let the lovebirds go and we can start talking business.”

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The banquet buzzed with noise, of laughter, chatter, and clinking glasses. Friends, business partners, and classmates gathered, their faces painted with polite smiles and hidden agendas. Even the royal family was here to watch you and Jimin repeat the fake vows, marking as the wedding of the year.

The media waited outside, hoping to catch a glimpse of the wedding, to catch a glimpse of you and Jimin. After all, neither of you came from unknown backgrounds. Both of you were heirs to two of the most powerful families in the country. The cameras, the whispers...it was impossible to escape the spotlight, even if the marriage was nothing more than a strategic alliance disguised as a union.

Jimin, the eldest daughter from House Yoo of Luthraine, stood at the center of it all. Her family ruled the country’s banking, their influence far-reaching. The duke, her father, was weak and easily swayed. His wife, however, had made up for it with her sharp mind—until her untimely death left House Yoo in shambles, and its future in the hands of Heesung, her son. A reckless choice that led to disaster. Jimin had stepped up to manage the family’s failing finances as soon as she turned 18. Clever, soft-hearted, and breathtakingly beautiful, Yoo Jimin was someone everyone admired.

Then there was you.

The sole heir to Y/LN Enterprise, the largest multinational conglomerate in investment banking and real estate. You were known for your reserved demeanor, your sharp mind, and your ability to observe everything with calculating precision. Unlike your father, who was feared for his temper and ruthless business tactics, you operated quietly, out of the spotlight. Most people found you distant, cold even, but you never played the villain. You simply didn't care for the politics of the game.

Despite growing up in the same world, you and Jimin had never really connected.

You’d gone to the same prestigious, ridiculously overpriced private schools, but Jimin had always been surrounded by a crowd, adored by everyone. You, however, had preferred to keep to yourself, always in the background, never truly seen, yet always watching.

“What’s the bride doing here drinking alone?” A warm voice interrupted your thoughts, bringing a grin to your face.

“You should be celebrating with your wife for a happy marriage.”

“If that’s what you expect from an arranged marriage,” you laughed, sloshing the champagne in your glass, “then you’ve got it all wrong, Hwang.”

Yeji, your best friend and business partner, flopped down beside you. She smoothed out her lavender dress and white wool jacket with practiced grace. It was strange to see her in a dress, usually preferring professional suits for work.

“You look hot. Very lady-like,” you teased, earning a middle finger from her.

“Shut up, Y/LN.” She sniffed, then waved over a server to order a beer, an odd contrast to how she was dressed. “Besides, you’re the one who chose these stupid lavender dresses for the bridesmaids.”

“Jimin, not me.” You shrugged, your head spinning from the alcohol. “I didn’t attend any of the marriage meetings.”

Your gaze drifted across the room, landing on the raven-haired girl as she danced with her friends, smiling effortlessly, her usual scowl replaced with something more relaxed.

“Seriously?” Yeji’s voice was laced with disappointment.

“I didn’t expect you to let your partner do all the work. What happened to chivalry?”

“Honestly, Jimin looks like she’ll bite my head off every time I try to talk to her. So I thought I’d just let her decide.” You drained your glass, the words slipping out.

“I kind of ruined her chance for love, so the least I can do is let her have this.”

“You didn’t ruin anything.” Yeji’s tone softened. “You were trying to help her. I think you should just give this marriage a chance.”

You shook your head stubbornly, ordering another drink. Yeji’s concerned gaze bore into you, but you ignored it. This was your pity party, and you were the guest of honor.

“I’m planning on keeping my distance,” you said, wobbling off the stool and grabbing your fresh glass.

“And finding a way to get her out of this mess.”

Yeji rushed to steady you, wrapping her arms around you in a warm embrace. Her heart ached for you, but this was beyond anyone’s control.

“Just try, Y/N,” she said gently, before muttering, “Jesus, you’re drunk.”

She managed to straighten you up, her hands resting on your shoulders as she faced you.

“Besides, didn’t you have a crush on her in high school?” Yeji added, her voice thoughtful as she stood before you.

“Shut up, Yeji,” you hissed, suddenly sober, your eyes flicking to something—or rather, someone—behind her.

“I mean, you liked her for, like, three years? Four?” Yeji rambled on, oblivious to the fear flashing in your eyes.

“Yeji. Yeji. Yeji.”

“What?” Yeji followed your gaze, then stumbled back in shock.

Jimin stood with another girl, her face twisted in something you couldn’t quite comprehend, while the girl beside her shot Yeji a playful grin.

“Ah… Lady Jimin,” Yeji quickly bowed, her face burning with embarrassment. “It’s nice to finally meet you. I’m Yeji. Hwang Yeji.”

Jimin gave a curt nod, waving her off dismissively. “Just Jimin is fine. This is Ryujin, from the House of Shin.”

Jimin’s voice softened as she turned to you. “Y/N? Can I talk to you?”

You barely had time to compose yourself before you answered, “Yes.”

Without another word, Jimin walked off, expecting you to follow.

As you passed, you heard Ryujin's voice, teasing, “So… beer for the pretty lady? That’s special. I like special.”

The back door of the banquet hall creaked open as Jimin led you down a deserted hallway, pulling you into an empty room. You glanced over her, taking in the sight of her ivory lace wedding gown—still pristine, despite everything.

Yoo Jimin was undeniably beautiful, with soft brown eyes full of emotion, a delicate nose, and full pink lips. A cute mole on the corner of her mouth that would lift whenever she smiled. But ever since that fateful event two months ago, her face was set in a permanent frown, her brows furrowed in frustration. You wanted to reach out, smooth away the crease between them, but you stopped yourself.

“You’re drunk.” Jimin said, her voice a little softer as she surveyed your ruffled state.

“A bit.” you admitted, running a hand down your dress to smooth the creases.

She sighed, her expression softening. Then, she moved closer, adjusting the straps of your dress. The touch of her fingers against your skin sent a jolt of electricity through you. Your heart hammered in your chest.

You froze, then pulled away, putting more distance between you. Hurt flickered in her eyes, but she quickly masked it with annoyance.

“What did you want to talk about, Jimin?” you asked, trying to sound composed.

Jimin’s frown deepened as she met your gaze.

“I wanted to clarify a few things.” she said, her voice more subdued than before.

“I’ve been thinking about this marriage.”

You remained silent, waiting for her to continue.

“I never wanted this,” she continued, her words slow and deliberate. “I never wanted to marry you. I had no choice. I loathe your family—I know what your father’s been doing all these years—but my hands are tied. I just wanted you to know that before you get any wrong ideas.”

Her words hit harder than you expected, each one a jagged knife twisting in your chest. You knew how she felt, but that didn’t make it any easier to hear.

You forced a calm expression, masking the ache inside. “If I had a choice, I wouldn’t choose this either,” you said, your voice cool.

“Don’t worry, I’ll find a way to end this marriage soon.”

Jimin nodded, her expression softening for a second. “Good. Now let’s play the part of a happy newlywed.”

She grabbed your arm, pulling you back toward the banquet hall, both of you walking side by side, smiles on your faces. Neither one of them reached your eyes.

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Living with you was unexpectedly easy.

You were quiet, meticulous to the point of being a neat freak, and even more of a workaholic than she was, rarely coming home before midnight. In the three months since your marriage, you hadn’t spent much time together. Yet, Jimin found herself looking forward to mornings. Brief moments where you prepared breakfast for both of you and shared a table. Most of the conversation came from her, while you listened quietly. You made it clear her words mattered, even if you rarely offered anything in return.

But she couldn’t shake the sense that she was speaking into a void. You were polite and attentive, yet you remained distant, never letting her glimpse beyond the surface.

She often snuck in a few glances at you while you drove her to work, admiring your side profile. She liked the sharpness of your cat-like eyes, always attentive to what she was saying, and the slight curve of your full lips whenever she said something funny. You were beautiful in an understated way, the kind of beauty that lingered in her mind.

Maybe marriage with you wasn’t as bad as she’d expected. But that didn’t stop her from craving something more.

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Work had been unusually slow lately. Ever since her marriage to you, the problems plaguing the bank branches under House Yoo of Luthraine had mysteriously disappeared. Gone were the endless debt, trade misconduct, and countless scandals she’d spent months trying to resolve. Her brother was off doing God knows what, leaving her to manage everything else on her own. She could only hope he wasn’t causing more trouble...the kind that had landed her in this marriage in the first place.

Sighing, Jimin took off her thin-framed silver glasses and rubbed her eyes, signaling the rest of the board that the morning meeting was over. The meeting room gradually emptied, leaving the young royalty in solitude, save for Ryujin, casually leaning in the leather chair next to her with a sly grin.

“Yoo Jimin, tired of work? I can’t believe it.” The young duchess teased, “Did you and Y/N stay up too late doing the dirty?”

Jimin choked on her coffee, nearly spilling the dark liquid on her crisp blouse.

“What? No,” she sputtered, her face reddening at the thought. “I’ve just been having trouble sleeping.”

Ryujin raised a brow, clearly unconvinced. “Still hate her?”

“I don’t hate her,” Jimin muttered, her voice quieter now. “I never hated her. Just her family.”

“Well, you’re stuck with her now. Might as well make it work. Maybe you should try acutally talking to her.”

“We do talk,” Jimin countered defensively. “It’s just... one-sided. I’m the one doing all the sharing. She never talks about herself. It’s like trying to have a conversation with an AI.”

Ryujin held back a laugh, “well to be fair, you do talk a lot, Jimin.”

Jimin shot her a sharp glare. “I do not.”

Ryujin’s grin only widened. “Sure. And she’s always working late because she just loves the office, right? Has nothing to do with cleaning up your brother’s mess?”

“What mess?”

“Wait, she didn’t tell you?” Ryujin frowned. “Yeji mentioned they’ve been working overtime to cover up some of the debt Heesung left from one of your family branches. That was part of the marriage deal.”

Jimin slumped back in her seat, stunned. She knew her brother had contributed to the downfall of her family-led banks, but he’d kept the full scope of it hidden. She had assumed the marriage proposal was purely for your family’s access to her network and land holdings, not their debt.

You were the reason why her family debts were gone.

Ryujin’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “C’mon, let’s visit Y/LN Enterprise after work. I’ll drive.”

Jimin frowned, confused. “Why?”

“The way to the heart is through the stomach,” Ryujin said with a grin. “And I also want to see my girl.”

“Your girl?”

“Well, not yet. But I’m getting there,” Ryujin laughed, her confidence unwavering.

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“What kind of food does she like?” Ryujin asked, backing her car out of the parking lot.

“I have no idea,” Jimin admitted reluctantly.

“Seriously?” Ryujin shot her an exasperated look, sighing in defeat. “Let me ask Yeji.”

This marriage was proving to be a tough case to crack.

Twenty minutes later, Jimin found herself standing in front of your office door, a box of jjajangmyeon in her hands. Ryujin had dropped her off with a giggle before driving away, Yeji seated beside her, cheeks dusted pink.

Jimin’s heart twisted with a pang of envy as she watched her friend. She wanted that kind of love, as much as she hated admitting it to herself.

Before she could muster the courage to knock, the door swung open, and you nearly bumped into her, face-first.

“What the f—” You stopped mid-sentence, eyes widening in surprise. “Jimin?”

“Hi.” Her voice was timid, suddenly laced with awkwardness.

“Is everything okay?” you asked, your concern obvious in your tone. “Did something happen?”

“No!” She cleared her throat hastily, then raised the box in her hands.

“I brought you dinner. Thought you might be hungry.”

“Oh, I—” Her gesture caught you off guard, your carefully constructed walls crumbling. You were already finding it hard to maintain your distance, and now this small act of care threatened to shatter your resolve completely.

“Thank you,” you said, regaining some composure. “Please, come in.”

You stepped aside, and she walked in, her gaze sweeping across the room.

Jimin took her time studying your office while you dug into the noodles, only now realizing just how hungry you were.

She paused at a photo on your desk, one of you and Yeji at senior prom. In it, Yeji was having the time of her life, while you looked like a drenched cat reluctantly dancing with your friend.

“You look so miserable,” Jimin giggled, her voice teasing as she turned to you.

Your mouth was full of noodles, and you hastily swallowed in an attempt to respond.

“Dancing isn’t exactly my forte,” you admitted, your tone calm, though the tips of your ears betrayed your embarrassment. “But you’re good at that, right? I remember you won prom queen that year.”

Her heart fluttered at your words. So you had been paying attention, even back then—even when Yeji had mentioned you had a crush on someone else in high school.

As she continued her inspection of your office, Jimin noted how bare it was. Aside from the photo with Yeji and a few scattered pens on your desk, there wasn’t much personality in the room. She made a mental note to change that.

When you finally finished eating, an awkward silence settled between the two of you.

“Thank you for the food,” you said again, your voice soft. “It was really good.”

Jimin hummed in acknowledgment, her honey-brown eyes piercing into yours. The intensity of her gaze made you fidget slightly, but you held it nonetheless.

“I know about the debt,” she said finally.

Your eyes widened briefly, but you masked your reaction quickly, choosing your words carefully.

“Sorry for not telling you,” you said, your tone steady, though your fingers twitched nervously against the desk. "I didn't know how."

She shook her head and reached over, her warm, soft hands covering yours. The simple touch sent your heart racing.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice gentle. Her lips curved into a smile, one that you weren’t used to seeing on her usually stoic face.

Your cheeks flushed scarlet, and you cleared your throat in embarrassment. “It’s nothing.”

At your feigned nonchalance, Jimin couldn’t resist teasing you. Maybe you weren’t as robotic as she’d initially thought.

With a mischievous grin, she intertwined her fingers with yours, her thumb drawing slow circles on your palm.

“Can you drive me home?” she asked innocently. “Ryujin drove me here.”

You quickly composed yourself, pulling your hand away and shaking your head as if to dispel the spell she had cast. Something about Yoo Jimin made resisting her nearly impossible, and maintaining your distance was proving to be an uphill battle.

“I can, but I have one more meeting tonight. Can you wait?”

She nodded, her soft smile making it hard to focus.

Just then, the speaker on your desk crackled to life.

“Ms. Y/LN, Ms. Kim is here.”

You pressed the button to respond. “Let her up.”

“There’s a meeting room next to my office,” you told Jimin. “You can wait for me there.”

She nodded again, her smile lingering as she moved toward the door. You couldn’t help but mirror the expression, the corners of your mouth lifting involuntarily.

“I’ll see you in a bit. Good luck with your meeting,” she said warmly, opening the door.

What she didn’t expect, however, was to come face-to-face with one of her flings from the past: Kim Minjeong of Legacy Capital Enterprise.

Jimin froze in the doorway, her breath hitching as recognition struck. Minjeong’s sharp gaze softened, her lips curling into a slow, confident smirk that Jimin had once thought charming but now found unbearably loaded with unspoken memories.

“Jimin.” Minjeong drawled, her voice dripping with smug familiarity. “It’s been a while.”

“Minjeong.” Jimin replied stiffly, her voice strained. Her fingers gripped the doorframe tightly, grounding herself as the weight of the past surged back, enveloping her in the awkwardness of their shared history.

Minjeong’s eyes flicked to the now-empty box of jjajangmyeon in Jimin’s hands, then trailed back up, her smirk deepening. “Didn’t expect to see you here. Late-night visits? How... intimate.”

Jimin’s heart skipped a beat. The insinuation in Minjeong’s tone made her skin crawl, her shoulders stiffening.

“I could say the same about you,” she retorted, her voice sharp but betraying a hint of nervousness.

Minjeong opened her mouth to reply, but before she could, you appeared behind Jimin, your steady presence immediately commanding the room.

“Ms. Kim,” you greeted coolly, your professional demeanor slipping into place. “Shall we?”

Minjeong’s gaze flicked to you briefly, her expression unreadable, before sliding back to Jimin. The smirk didn’t falter, but her eyes sparkled with something almost predatory.

 “Of course.” she said smoothly, stepping into the office.

Jimin stepped aside hastily, her shoulders tight, feeling the weight of Minjeong’s gaze lingering on her as she passed. She silently prayed that Minjeong wouldn’t say anything more, wouldn’t twist the knife any further.

“I’ll see you after the meeting,” you said softly to Jimin, your voice warm despite the neutral expression on your face.

Jimin gave a quick nod, her stomach twisting as you closed the door behind you, sealing her alone with her thoughts.

Inside your office, Minjeong wasted no time in testing your patience.

“You have a lovely wife.” Minjeong remarked, leaning back in her chair as if she owned the room. “You must be very... proud.”

Your eyes narrowed slightly, though your tone remained calm. “Jimin’s her own person. I don’t take pride in people like they’re possessions.”

Minjeong’s smirk didn’t waver. “Interesting choice of words.”

The meeting dragged on, but your focus remained sharp, despite the growing frustration bubbling beneath the surface. You didn’t have the luxury of cutting ties with Minjeong, not when your efforts to rebuild Jimin’s family’s branches relied on securing this partnership.

But with Minjeong’s intentions becoming increasingly transparent. She found opportunities to steer the conversation back to Jimin, her admiration thinly veiled beneath casual comments.

“She’s matured a lot.” Minjeong said at one point, her voice almost wistful. “There’s something about her...strong, yet so beautifully delicate.”

Your jaw tightened, but you forced yourself to respond evenly. “She’s always been remarkable.”

Minjeong’s smirk widened, as if she took your words as a challenge.

When the meeting ended, you walked Minjeong out, your tone polite but measured.

“Thank you for your time, Ms. Kim.”

She gave you a sly smile before glancing once more at the closed door to the meeting room where Jimin was waiting.

“I’ll be seeing you both soon, I’m sure.”

Her words hung in the air like a warning before she turned on her heel and left.

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You found Jimin in the meeting room, perched on the couch with her phone in hand. She glanced up as you entered, her expression betraying unease, embarrassment, and something else, something she couldn’t quite mask.

“Is she gone?” she asked, her tone wavering, as if she was hiding something.

“She is,” you replied, sitting down across from her. “Who is she?”

Jimin hesitated, her fingers toying with the hem of her sleeve. “Someone I used to... see.” she admitted reluctantly.

Your brow raised slightly. “See, as in date?”

The young royalty nodded, her gaze dropping to her lap. “If you can call it that. It wasn’t serious, and it didn’t end well.”

You hummed thoughtfully, leaning back in your seat. “Well, for what it’s worth, she made it pretty clear she’s still interested in you.”

Jimin’s head shot up, her eyes wide. “She—what?”

You chuckled dryly, trying to cover your jealousy.

“She practically spent the whole meeting weaving you into the conversation. Subtlety isn’t her strong suit.”

Jimin groaned, covering her face with her hands. “I can’t believe her.”

A silence settled between you before you spoke again, your tone softer this time. “You know, about the whole marriage thing...”

Jimin lowered her hands slowly, looking at you with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

“It’s just for appearances,” you said, your voice calm but firm. “If you want to see someone else—Minjeong or anyone else—I’m not going to stop you.”

Her lips parted in surprise, and you continued.

“This arrangement isn’t about controlling you or your choices. You’re free to live your life however you want.”

Jimin stared at you for a moment, her honey-brown eyes searching yours. Then, a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

“Thank you,” she murmured, her voice tinged with something you couldn’t quite place

She hesitated before adding, “The same goes for you, you know. You didn’t exactly choose this either.”

Your chest tightened, but you quickly masked it with a nonchalant shrug. “Something like that,” you said, lying through your teeth.

You stood, offering her a hand. “Ready to head home?”

Jimin slipped her hand into yours, and as you led her out of the office, the warmth of her touch lingered far longer than it should have.

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Your relationship with Jimin had changed in ways that felt both comforting and unsettling. The walls between you gradually fell, replaced by the kind of easy flow you hadn’t expected. She’d drop by your office for coffee, and linger during breaks, and suddenly it wasn’t just about the arranged situation anymore. It was about two people learning to be around each other, to talk, to laugh, to share moments that made you forget about the circumstances.

She’d visit you at work often, showing up unannounced just to grab coffee or chat. At first, it seemed like a random visit, but the more it happened, the more it became clear that she enjoyed spending time with you. You’d even look forward to her visits, finding comfort in the quiet moments you shared away from the chaos of your daily lives.

Social events became less of a hassle, too. Instead of sitting off to the side or making small talk with people you didn’t care about, Jimin would be there, and the two of you would engage in casual conversations, the kind that made you forget about everything else happening around you.

You were friends, you thought. Genuine friends.

But even in those easy moments, there were signs, small, subtle things that made you pause. You noticed Jimin staring at her phone more often, her thumb flicking over the screen in a way that was hard to miss.

You had a good idea of who it was. Minjeong. It wasn’t like you hadn’t expected this. After all, you’d given Jimin the freedom to see other people. You had told her—no, insisted—that this arrangement wasn’t about control, that she could live her life however she saw fit.

And yet, watching her respond to Minjeong’s texts, the way her face lit up when she’d see a new message, it grated on you in ways you didn’t want to admit.

You weren’t supposed to care.

But you did.

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On your birthday, you could feel the familiar mix of emotions swirling inside you as Jimin walked into the office, dressed in a beautiful flowy dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. The soft fabric of the dress seemed to move with her effortlessly, its delicate hue catching the light in a way that made her seem almost ethereal. The way it draped around her waist and flared out just enough to hint at her figure was both graceful and captivating. Her hair, styled in loose waves, framed her face perfectly, soft strands falling gently over her shoulders and glowing under the office lights.

She had this quiet elegance about her, something so effortlessly beautiful that it made your heart ache just by looking at her.

Her eyes, always warm, had this soft, shimmering glow when they met yours, like everything around her faded a little, just so she stood out more. You couldn’t really explain it, but in that moment, it felt like she was the only thing in focus. She wasn’t trying to look perfect—she never had to—but the way she moved, how that dress just clung to her in the right places, it made your head spin.

You couldn’t take your eyes off her. It wasn’t like you wanted to stare, but she made it impossible to do anything else. She wasn’t trying, yet there she was, making everything else blur and all you could think about was how damn beautiful she was.

And in that moment, you thought she came to surprise you for your birthday.

But how silly it was to think that when you never told her your birthday.

Your eyes caught hers, but her smile was different. It was more forced, as though she was conflicted. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but it felt like she was already pulling away.

You tried to brush it off, but the question tumbled out before you could stop it.

“You look beautfiul,” you said, your voice casual but your stomach knotting with a strange feeling.

“Going somewhere?”

Jimin hesitated for a split second, a flicker of something passing across her face before she answered. “Yeah, I’m meeting Minjeong for dinner.”

The words hit you like a cold splash of water. You had known it was coming. You had prepared yourself for it. But hearing it out loud, so casually, felt different.

“Oh, Minjeong...” you said, trying hard to keep on the mask of calmness that seemed to be slipping the longer you were married to Jimin.

“Have fun.” You couldn’t keep the edge out of your tone, even though you tried to mask it with a smile. “I’ll be out drinking with Yeji later. Should be good.”

Jimin nodded, a slight unease in her expression, but she didn’t press the issue. She just smiled, a little too tightly, and turned to leave.

“I’ll see you later,” she said softly. “I just wanted to check on you first.”

As she walked away, the weight of your own words hit you like a slap. You had told her she could see whoever she wanted. You had given her the space to do so. Yet, the jealousy that twisted in your chest, like you were the one breaking the rules you had set.

Maybe you didn’t have the right to feel this way. Maybe you didn’t even have the right to feel hurt. You had told Jimin she was free to make her own choices, to be with whomever she wanted. And yet, the jealousy remained, simmering under the surface. You wanted to ignore it, to push it away, but it lingered, sharp and insistent.

You had given her the freedom to choose. But you had never thought about how hard it would be to watch her choose someone else.

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It was well past midnight, and you were still at the pub with Yeji, both of you tipsy and getting progressively more sloppy. The karaoke was horrendous, your voices completely out of tune, but neither of you seemed to care. Shots kept coming, and you were taking them like it was a contest, each one making your thoughts blur a little more.

“I don’t get why you don’t just tell her you like her,” Yeji slurred, her voice thick with alcohol as she tried to keep herself upright.

“Tell her you like her, and you wouldn’t be here like this.”

You hiccupped, eyes half-lidded, and tried to focus on her. “You—” you muttered, “you know it’s not that simple.”

“How is it not?” Yeji pointed a finger at you, wobbly, but firm in her opinion.

“You’re married to her. Married. What’s the problem?”

You took another drink, feeling the burn in your throat, and shrugged. “I promised her… promised I’d work on getting a divorce. Promised her on our wedding day.”

Yeji made a face, clearly too drunk to hide her disbelief. “That’s fucking stupid,” she mumbled, staring at you like you were an idiot. “Your father would kill you.”

You sighed, glancing away, the alcohol making it easier to pretend it didn’t bother you. “Yeah, I know. But I’m worried about what happens to her after the divorce.”

“Is that why you’ve been making me do all this overtime with you?” Yeji waved her hand dismissively, clearly trying to piece things together. “Doing global stocks and all that shit?”

“I just want her to be okay,” you muttered, the words slurring slightly. “I want her to have someone who can protect her. Make sure her family ties stay strong.”

“And that person is Minjeong?” Yeji gasped, eyes widening with realization. You didn’t even look up, staring into your glass as you mumbled a response.

“She could be,” you said, taking another shot.

Yeji shook her head, still processing everything through her alcohol fog.

“Have you even asked Jimin if she still wants the damn divorce?”

You shook your head, a little too slowly. “No. She doesn’t know what happens if it does either.”

Yeji slapped you on the head, the impact startling you more than it should’ve.

“Ow,” you groaned, rubbing your forehead and glaring at her.

“You’re so fucking stupid,” Yeji muttered, slurring even more now. “Just tell her you like her and don’t get divorced.”

You sighed heavily, shaking your head. “I told you. She doesn’t like me like that.”

Giving up, Yeji signaled for another tray of shots, her face set in determination.

“Fine, fine. You’ll get it someday, I guess.”

You downed the next shot, feeling the warmth spread through you, and tried to shake off the uncomfortable tension. At this point, the only thing you could focus on was the next drink, the blur of the night, and the gnawing feeling in your chest that no amount of alcohol would fix.

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Jimin was worried.

You hadn’t picked up your phone ever since she left your office that night, and it was nearly four in the morning. The unease in her chest only deepened as the minutes passed without a word from you.

Her date with Minjeong had ended up being a disaster. The evening had been an attempt to forget you, a futile one at that. Minjeong had asked Jimin out, and despite her hesitation, Jimin agreed, thinking it might help push her feelings for you out of her mind. But it didn’t work.

Every moment of the date was filled with thoughts of you, how you looked when she mentioned Minjeong’s name, that small flicker of hurt Jimin had seen in your eyes, and how much she wished you had been the one to ask her out instead.

Jimin had gone to dinner with Minjeong in a forlorn attempt to move past her emotions, but all it did was make her feel further from you. As the night went on, she couldn't shake the feeling of regret. She realized, with each passing second, that she didn’t want to be with Minjeong.

She wanted you.

She wanted you to be the one asking her out, to be the one sharing the moment with her. Instead, there she was, pretending to enjoy a night she didn’t want, with someone she didn’t feel for.

And then there was your birthday.

Jimin hadn’t even realized it until she saw Ryujin’s message. Your birthday. How could she have not known? She had been so wrapped up in her own conflicted feelings, and now she had missed it. She hadn’t even called you to wish you well. Instead, she had gone on a date with Minjeong, leaving you alone when you should have been her priority. The guilt gnawed at her. She should have been celebrating with you, but instead, she abandoned you for an old fling.

Jimin couldn’t stop thinking about how she must have hurt you, how selfish she had been.

Finally, the sound of the door opening broke her thoughts. One of your drivers had you slung over his back, and Ryujin was close behind, carrying Yeji in her arms.

You groaned as the driver gently set you down on the couch, before grimly walking out of the door.

Ryujin’s eyes met Jimin’s, and she simply shook her head in disappointment before carrying her half-asleep girlfriend away.

The young royalty stood there for a moment, feeling lost. You lay on the couch, flat on your back, murmuring incoherently, your arms covering your face. She couldn't stand seeing you like this—vulnerable and clearly intoxicated. It made her feel even worse for not being there for you earlier.

Jimin walked to your room and picked out your night clothes, the weight of her guilt growing heavier with each step. As she returned to you, she could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her emotions tangled. She knew she should have been there with you. She should have been the one to care for you on your birthday, not someone else. She couldn’t keep running from how she felt about you anymore.

She gently walked over to you and sat down next to you, her hands shaking as she reached for your arm. She didn’t know what to say or how even to start, but she had to do something.

“Y/N?” she gently shook your arm. “Let’s get you changed.”

When she reached over to remove your blazer, your eyes immediately flew open. The intensity of your gaze caught her off guard, and she froze for a moment, her breath catching.

Your hazy brown eyes met hers, and you frowned, your voice slow and slurred.

“You are a very pretty lady, but I am married.”You tried to pull your blazer closer to your chest. “My wife is very beautiful, and she won’t like it if you touch me.”

Jimin’s heart fluttered despite herself.

She couldn’t help but smile at how cute you were, drunk and a little delirious. Despite the alcohol, there was a vulnerability to you, a sincerity that made her chest tighten. You were a different version of yourself, and she couldn’t help but feel drawn to this side of you.

Exasperated but finding you incredibly endearing, Jimin giggled softly, her worries momentarily fading.

“I am your wife, pabo,” she said with a teasing smile, her fingers brushing your cheek as she gently cupped your face.

“Really?” Your eyes widened, your voice full of wonder.

“Yes,” she said, finally managing to remove your blazer and start pulling off your dress shirt.

You whistled, “Damn I got lucky.”

Jimin rolled her eyes, her face flushing pink as she avoided looking at your body, quickly pulling the nightshirt over your frame. It wasn’t easy, seeing you like this, vulnerable, messy, and it felt like everything that was left unsaid between you both was now laid bare in the silence.

After a while of wheedling and convincing, she managed to drag you into her bathroom. She gently lowered you onto the edge of the tub, sitting down behind you as she reached for the makeup remover.

You were a mess, leaning heavily into her as she wiped your face, the gentle motion soothing in the quiet. As she cleaned your face, her thoughts turned inward again, the guilt over the earlier part of the night resurfacing. She needed to say something, but she didn’t know how to start. She wanted to take it all back, to be honest with you about how she felt, about how much she wished you’d been the one there with her instead of Minjeong.

“I’m sorry,” Jimin whispered, her voice barely audible.

“Mhmm.” You slurred, still dazed, her mind a bit foggy. “For what?”

“For going on the date with Minjeong… and for not spending your birthday with you,” Jimin admitted, her words tinged with regret.

“S'not your fault.” Your voice was slow but comforting, the warmth in her tone meant to ease the guilt. “It’s okay.”

“But I hurt you,” Jimin pressed, her eyes searching for any sign of forgiveness.

“Maybe, but I had a crush on you since high school, so you get a free card.” your voice wavered with a small giggle, still distant, as though you words were floating in and out of consciousness.

What?

Jimin’s heart skipped a beat, a warmth spreading through her chest as the truth washed over her. The crush Yeji had mentioned on their wedding night...was Jimin all along?

Her heart fluttered at the thought, and in an unexpected twist, a wave of embarrassment rolled over her. She realized, with a soft flush, that she was jealous of the past version of herself.

She finished drying your face with a clean towel, but her mind was elsewhere. She needed to tell you. She couldn’t keep holding it back, even if she was scared, even if everything felt so uncertain.

“During the date, I kept thinking how much I wished it was you who asked me to go on a date,” she admitted, her words barely above a whisper.

You paused, looking at her with slow, heavy eyes, as if processing her words.

Jimin’s heart thudded in her chest as she waited for a response.

Was she too late? Had she ruined everything?

But then you looked at her, your eyes suddenly sharp and focused, and her heart stuttered in her chest.

“Do you still want a divorce?” you asked, your voice soft but carrying an emotion she couldn’t place.

Jimin hesitated.

Her emotions were swirling, you were the one she wanted, and had always wanted. But the doubt lingered, and she needed to hear you say it, needed to know if there was something real between you both.

“I…” She shook her head slowly, her voice almost trembling. “I don’t think so.”

Your face broke into a grin, that rare, beautiful smile that Jimin had longed to see, and her heart melted in response.

“Then would you like to go on a date with me tomorrow, Lady Jimin?”

She laughed, the nervous tension breaking. “Will you still remember this tomorrow?”

You quickly nodded, your voice steady, “Yes.”

“Then yes,” she replied, her heart soaring. “I would love to go on a date with you.”

You punched the air in excitement, nearly toppling over. Jimin couldn't help but laugh at your dorkiness. She had liked this side of you, so carefree, so you.

She couldn’t hide her adoration for you any longer. She leaned closer and whispered, “Close your eyes.”

You did without hesitation, trusting her with a vulnerability that mirrored her own.

And before you could even process it, her soft, full lips were pressed against yours. The kiss was gentle, lingering just a little longer than you expected. The touch of her lips, soft and sweet, sent a shiver down your spine, your heart pounding as the world around you seemed to stop.

It was more than just a kiss. It was everything that had been left unsaid, everything you both had been too scared to express. And as Jimin pulled back, your eyes still closed, a smile spread across your face.

It has always been her.

lots of angst in the next chapter! giving you guys a warning here first 😬 be prepared

[cosmicalily]

୨ৎ @cosmicalily presents . . . 100 idols vs 1 gorilla (a categorised list)

author's note: btw when your faves are enlisting in the military this is actually what they're training for.

୨ৎ initial distraction team:

1. jake (puppy aegyo) 2. soul (spider walk) 3. beomgyu 4. yeosang (specifically the sexyback dance) 5. jin (supertuna performance) 6. chuu (gay allegations) 7. sunghoon (get sunghooned) 8. fireworks era seonghwa (side part) 9. matthew (moo) 10. jay park (mommae solo)

୨ৎ first line of defence:

11. mingi (just so he can say 'fix on' to start the battle) 12. taehyun 13. san (ice on my teeth) 14. jennie 15. miroh changbin 16. bob ryujin 17. bob chaewon 18. momo 19. jihyo (talk that talk dance break) 20. whip-nae-nae taehyung 21. debut era yoongi 22. pink haired giselle 23. wooyoung (courreges show) 24. jiung (gimme my money) 25. jimin (blonde bowl cut)

୨ৎ second line of defence:

26. nayeon 27. huening kai 28. jay 29. yeonjun (ggum) 30. yunjin (smart era) 31. johnny 32. jeongyeon 33. yuqi (beggin cover) 34. ginger haired jiung 35. momo (go hard dance break) 36. jongseob (with skateboard) 37. intak 38. solar (with her twink dancers) 39. debut era jungkook 40. jj (with her bob)

୨ৎ backup distraction team:

46. microbangs jeongin 47. hwasa (in red leather) 48. jessi 49. jongho (apple breaking) 50. predebut felix 51. predebut jisung 52. predebut niki 53. s.coups (justin bieber edit) 54. momo (likey dance break) 55. heeseung walk

୨ৎ visuals team:

56. maki 57. mullet hongjoong 58. chaeyoung (look at me stage) 59. hyunjin 60. joy (peekaboo era) 61. theo (elsa costume) 62. yuna (u-go-girl cover) 63. blonde winter 64. irene 65. kazuha (antifragile long black hair)

୨ৎ negotiation team:

66. wonyoung (who would say no to a baddie) 67. jisoo 68. haerin (probably would meow) 69. soobin (just yaps a lot) 70. minnie 71. danielle (curly haired) 72. hoseok (he's our only hope!)

୨ৎ operation leaders:

73. bangchan (also a translator) 74. woozi 75. chungha

୨ৎ verbal attack team:

76. blonde seungmin 77. soyeon (unpretty rapstar) 78. i-land sunoo 79. minho 80. keeho 81. wooyoung 82. hoshi 83. shuhua 84. jeongin (with ugly shoes) 85. chaeryeong

୨ৎ attack strategist team:

86. moonbyul 87. wendy 88. lily (book club) 89. jungwon 90. sana (shy-shy-shy) 91. yunho 92. ningning 93. mark (everything's a possibility) 94. tzuyu 95. vernon (do you want to live to 100?)

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[jxmis]

You're Losing Me

Parings: Rosé Park x Reader

Summary: Y/N struggles with Rosé’s growing distance as fame consumes her. As their relationship slowly fades, someone unexpected is always there, offering comfort and understanding.

Warning(s): angst, bit of fluff, slight swearing, toxic behavior

A/N: Heyyyy.. kinda back.. kinda not lol. The pinks have been feeding us a lot recently. Been obsessed with them soooo here's this. I was driving this early morning and this song (You're Losing Me by Taylor Swift) came up after not listening to it for a longgg time and I immediately thought of rosé idk why. since i have a lot of free time rn.. decided to make a lil something. Plus i’ve had this lil graphic design made for monthsss now and i just wanna use it already 😭

The dim glow of Seoul’s skyline flickered beyond the glass windows of Y/N’s studio, the city alive with a pulse that she no longer felt. A year ago, nights like these were filled with laughter, tangled limbs, and whispered dreams. Now, the only sound was the steady hum of the speakers, a beat playing on loop—one she couldn’t bring herself to finish.

Rosé was overseas again. Paris, maybe. Or New York. The details had blurred together, lost in a schedule that no longer included her.

Their relationship had been an open secret among close friends. Between their packed schedules, stolen weekends in hidden corners of Seoul, and phone calls with whispered confessions in-between rehearsals, they had built something real. Something unshakable.

Or so Y/N thought.

Before everything started slipping, they had shared some of their happiest moments together.

"Yah, stop running away!" Rosé whined as Y/N dodged her attempt to smear cake frosting on their face. They had been celebrating Y/N’s first solo win at a hidden café in Hongdae, far from prying eyes. Jennie, Lisa, and Jisoo were there, laughing at their antics, while Jimin and Ryujin cheered Rosé on hoping for her to succeed.

"Baby, if you ruin my outfit, I'll make sure to trip you on stage next comeback," Y/N threatened playfully, making the girls cackle in the background.

"Oh, please, like you could ever hurt me," Rosé teased, but there was nothing but love in her eyes.

It was easy then. Love had been easy. So what went wrong?

That was before Rosé’s solo career took off. After finally taking charge of her own solo career path, outside of YG. In which you've been nothing but supportive and are very proud of her. However, you can't help but notice the slight ways your relationship has changed. How it's slowly dying.

Y/N traced absent-minded circles on the notebook in front of her, lyrics smudged by ink-stained fingertips. Their phone buzzed, the name flashing across the screen momentarily igniting something in their chest. My Number One Girl 🌹.

With a sharp inhale, she grabbed the device. "Hey," her voice was quiet, cautious.

"Hey, babe." The sound of music and indistinct chatter filtered through the call, Rosé’s voice distant. "Just landed in LA. I have a shoot tomorrow, but I wanted to check in. You’re good, right?"

Y/N forced a smile, even though Rosé couldn’t see. "Yeah, just working on some music. How’s everything?"

"Crazy, but good. Lisa and Jennie are here too. We were just talking about you!"

That should’ve made her happy. It didn’t. "Oh?"

"Yeah! Lisa was saying how we should all hang out when I’m back. We really need to!" Rosé’s laugh was bright, but Y/N noticed the way it felt... practiced. "Anyway, I have to go soon, but I’ll text you, okay? Love you."

"Love you too." But the line had already gone dead.

Y/N let the phone drop onto the desk, staring at it like it might somehow hold answers. She knew Rosé meant well. She knew Rosé loved her. But love wasn’t supposed to feel this lonely.

"She’s losing you, Y/N," Jimin said bluntly, stirring her iced coffee as they sat in a small café tucked away from the bustle of the city. "And she doesn’t even realize it."

Y/N sighed, slumping against the seat. "I know."

"Then why are you letting it happen?" Jimin’s dark eyes searched her face, concern evident. "You deserve more than just leftovers of someone’s time."

Ryujin nudged Jimin’s arm. "Not everyone can walk away so easily. Y/N and Rosé… they’ve been through a lot."

"But at what cost?" Jimin countered. "A relationship shouldn’t feel like this. Y/N shouldn't be staying in this relationship just because they've been through a lot together. What matters most is the present. And currently she’s being treated like shit."

Y/N ran a hand through her hair, frustration bubbling beneath her ribs. "It’s not that simple."

Jimin leaned forward, voice softer now. "I know it’s not. But you shouldn’t have to beg to be remembered. Shouldn't have to beg for someone's time and effort. A relationship goes both ways. It can't always be you giving and giving while getting the bare minimum.. mostly nothing in return."

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That night, Y/N stared at the half-finished song on her desk, her chest tight. The words weren’t about passion or longing anymore. They were about absence. About someone slipping through her fingers like grains of sand, no matter how hard she tried to hold on.

Rosé was still hers. But for how much longer?

Days turned to weeks. The distance stretched further, Rosie’s messages growing shorter, the time between them longer. Y/N kept telling herself she was fine. That this was temporary. That Rosé would come back and everything would be as it was.

But when Rosé finally returned to Seoul, nothing felt the same.

They sat in Y/N’s apartment, the city buzzing outside. Rosie looked tired, but radiant. The kind of glow that came from living in the center of the world.

"I missed you," Y/N said softly, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind Rosé’s ear.

Rosé smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. "I missed you too."

Lies tasted sweet when spoken softly. Y/N swallowed them whole.

They tried. They really did. But something had shifted, and no amount of whispered promises or late-night apologies could stitch them back together.

And then, one night, Y/N stopped waiting.

Jimin found Y/N on the rooftop of the company building, knees pulled to her chest, a cigarette burning between her fingers.

"You don’t even smoke," Jimin remarked, plucking it away before Y/N could argue.

Y/N exhaled, the cold air biting at her skin. "It’s over."

Jimin sat beside her, silent for a moment. "Did she say that?"

"She didn’t have to. She’s been saying it in every missed call, every canceled plan, every excuse," you respond, your tone filled with nothing but acceptance.

Jimin’s fingers brushed against Y/N’s hand, tentative. "I’m sorry."

Y/N turned to look at her, really look at her. Jimin, who had been there through every breakdown. Jimin, who never forgot to check in. Jimin, who was always waiting in the wings, never asking for more than Y/N was willing to give.

And for the first time in a long time, Y/N felt seen.

The rooftop lights cast a soft glow around them, the city stretching endlessly beyond. Y/N’s heartbeat was steady, a slow rhythm against the chaos of her mind.

She didn’t know what this was. Not yet.

But maybe, just maybe, she was finally ready to find out. However, a soft buzz from her phone pulls her thoughts away.

[ROSÉ]: Just landed back in Korea. I miss you. I’ll see you soon, love.

You stare at the message, fingers hovering over the keyboard. Why is she suddenly messaging you this now? Love… Rosé texting that seems foreign to you now. It feels out of place, like a word from another lifetime.

You keep staring at the message, your mind racing. What once felt like a natural connection now seems like a puzzle you can't quite solve. Time seems to stretch, and what feels like hours pass. You’re lost in your own thoughts, so absorbed that you forget Jimin is sitting right next to you. Her concern grows as she watches you, her eyes flickering between you and the screen, unsure if you're okay.

"Wanna go grab dinner at your favorite hotpot place? It's on me," Jimin asks suddenly. The softness in her tone catches you off guard, snapping you out of your spiral of thoughts. You blink a few times, trying to process everything. The quiet care in her voice stirs something in your chest, making you realize just how much you’ve been blindsided recently. How wrapped up you've been in everything else, only to now notice the concern in Jimin's eyes and the offer to be there for you.

Now, a choice stood before them.

And for the first time, Y/N wasn’t sure if they would choose Rosé.

⚝──⭒─⭑─⭒──⚝ ⚝──⭒─⭑─⭒──⚝ ⚝──⭒─⭑─⭒──

The end.

[sleepinghypnos]

ITZY Yuna ft. aespa Karina x Male Reader (OC)

Tags: Smut

Genre: Facefucking, Blowjob, Breeding, Rough Sex, Female Idol x Male Reader (OC), Self-degradation, Filming, Cheating.... (Extreme, Size Comparing, Humiliation.)

PS: If this is not your type of tea, please don't read it.... Even I feel kinda bad.

"Oppa, Can you help me unhook my bra!" You are at the other side of the door when Yuna's voice caught your attention, she's calling you inside ITZY's waiting room.

Upon entering the room, you saw her barely naked... her skirt is still on but bra is the on the only clothing she had.

It's not even new to you since you've been engaging with sexual acts with her quite often.

ITZY has been peaceful, no stalking or anything like what they had in the past and what you're doing is just accompanying them with their schedule like ordinary bodyguard.

You helped her unhook her bra as per her request, you felt that she shiver as your fingers skillfully unclasp her bra then the fabric loosening around her chest.

"Thanks oppa! It was getting so tight lately..." She let a soft moan, feeling the sweet relief as the pressure on her breast eases, you can see her nipples hardening slightly from the sudden exposure to cool air.

She saw you staring and smirked, "Now, is there anything else you want to help me with?" Her playful side starts reveal itself.

"That's my line.... So, is there anything else you want my help with?"

"Mmm... I wouldn't mind a little more help, Oppa." She gave a sultry smile, her eyes glinting with desire... "Maybe you can help me with this pesky clothing too." pertaining to her safety short under her gray skirt. She's biting her lips, body swaying slightly waiting for your next move.

"Well... I can." You said and see her face brighten. She's anticipating your moves as you reach for her safety shorts. But instead of pulling it down, you ripped it and slide her panty to the side and grope her pussy.

"Oh shit! Oppa!" She gasp sharply, her body jerking in response to your bold move, feeling your fingers against her wet, aching core as a spurge of pleasure courses through her.

"Your touch is.... so intense, I can't help but to want more..." Whimpering softly, and her hips instinctively rocking against your hand as she crave for further stimulation.

"Kneel for me."

"Yes, Oppa..." She complied at your command, sinking to her knees before you with an eager look in her eyes, a surge of submission washing over her as she await your next directive, feeling the anticipation and excitement that she will experience once again even though you made love with her multiple times, she can't get enough of it and gets addicted to the feeling of ecstasy and pleasure that only you can provide.

You whipped out your massive throbbing cock and slap lightly to her face. Her cheeks flush with excitement as the impact of your impressive length sends a jolt of arousal through her, breath hitching at the sheer size that gets her addicted.

"Mmm... I love it when you act like this Oppa, it's intoxicating." She looks up at you with submissive adoration, lips parting in waiting for what's to come, her body is quivering with need.

Her eyes is fixed on your massive size, a feeling of apprehension coursing through her. "It's still surprising to see how big you are." Her body is shivering and aching to experience the fullness of your girth once again.

She didn't waste any more time and obediently leaned forward, parting her lips to take your throbbing cock. She eagerly begin to lavish it with oral attention, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure.

"I want to please you." She moan softly, her lips and tongue working diligently at shaft, making her own desire grow each passing moment. "You're stretching my mouth... that my boyfriend can never do." Her eyes are heavy with lust, looking up at you and each bob of her head her saliva glistening your shaft.

She's trying to take in every in of you every time she pushes her head forward, and licking the underside as she pull your cock out of her mouth.

"I love the way it chokes me every time I try to deepthroat it, stretching my jaw making me more submissive to you." She said with desire and adoration.

She leaned forward to take your cock once more, her eyes were rolling back letting you use her mouth like a fleshlight. Soft moans and whimpers escaped from her lips as she gripped your thighs tightly, pulling you deeper into her mouth indicating for you to go harder.

You obliged and thrust into her mouth with fervor making her choke and gag yet you didn't care since it was her desire to get facefucked.

"GLLRRKKK! MMPPHKK! GWOOCK!" She pulled back making a pop sound as soon as your throbbing member escaped her mouth.

"Oppa! I really like deepthroating your cock." Yuna said in a husky and breathless tone, she looked up at you her eyes were pleading while keeping her hand stroking your hard cock. She craves your touch and wanted to satisfy your every desire, no matter how naughty or taboo it is.

As she spoke, her hand moved faster along your shaft. She couldn't help but moan softly at the feeling of your throbbing cock in her hand. Desire and excitement had been building up inside of her finally couldn't be contained anymore and stood up.

"Oppa! I want you to put it inside me." She said breathlessly. "I want to feel all your massive ten inches cock inside my body." She knows your specific size because of how often you fuck her and got curious and she actually measured it.

Her eyes gazed into yours with such intensity that you could feel yourself getting even harder just looking at her. She licked her lips as she leaned in closer, whispering softly in your ear. "Please, Oppa... I want you so much right now..."

"Beg me to fuck you." You said with such flirtatious tone.

Her eyes widened at what you said and remembered what she should be calling you, cheeks flushing bright red as she spoke. "Daddy... please, I want you to fuck me. Please put your big cock inside me," she said in a soft, pleading voice.

"I'll do anything you want, Daddy. Just please make a mess out of me." She walks to the sofa in the waiting room and leaned her back on it spreading her legs, revealing her cleanly shaven pussy, Her juices were already starting to flow out of her and drip onto the sofa. As she begged you for your cock, she rubbed her pussy unconsciously in anticipation. "Please Daddy... I need you huge girthy cock inside me. No one else's will do. Please." She begged again, her voice becoming more desperate.

"Your boyfriend will get sad if he knows what you're doing right now, cucking him."

Her eyes filling with excitement and mischief. "Meh... Daddy, I even want you to make me cum with your massive cock while my boyfriend watches, helpless to stop me cheating on him." She smiled wickedly, giggling as she spoke. It was clear that the thought of cuckolding her boyfriend thrilled her to no end.

She imagined the look of jealousy on her boyfriend's face as he watched her being taken by such a massive cock, so much bigger than his own tiny dick. "Please Daddy, make me a naughty girl by banging me with your huge girthy cock! Humiliate my pathetic boyfriend by proving how much better your cock is than his! I want to hear him whine like a dog as he watches you fuck me senseless." Her words were like a fuel on the fire, making her arousal burn even hotter. Her pussy was soaking wet, juices running down her pussy onto the sofa as she begged you to take her as your dirty little whore.

She would do anything to be used by your massive cock, even if it meant on keep begging you fuck her. "Daddy, turn me into your naughty slut! Make me scream again with pleasure from your huge girthy cock!"

You smirked at her begging and you thought of something interesting... "Then take a video snippet while you gobbling my cock and send it to your boyfriend." Surprisingly, she enthusiastically complied.

Yuna's eyes lit up with delight at your suggestion. She quickly reached for her phone and got on her knees and eagerly wrapped her lips around your girthy huge cock, taking it deep in her mouth or trying to get in deeper. As she sucked you off, she made sure to look up at the camera so that she could capture a video snippet of herself servicing your huge erection.

"Mmm. yes, Daddy... I love pleasing you," she said with a lewd moan between each bob of her head. She could feel your cock throbbing against her tongue, getting even harder with each passing second. The sight of herself sucking off such a massive cock only served to arouse her further. As she continued to suck you off, she kept glancing up at the camera to make sure it was capturing her every move. When she had enough footage, she slowly pulled back with an obscene slurping sound and rose to her feet once more, sending the video to her boyfriend.

"There, Daddy... I've sent a video of myself sucking your huge cock to my boyfriend. He's going to be so jealous when he sees how endowed you are compared to him! He'll hate knowing that his girlfriend prefers your cock over his tiny little dick," she said wit ha wicked grin. Her arousal only continued as she imagined his reaction upon seeing the video. She could almost hear his whimpers of despair at being humiliated by her betrayal.

"Send him another one."

Since she got enough footage, she sent another to her boyfriend, this time with a caption boasting about how much better your cock was compared to his. She smiled wickedly as she did so. "Look how hard Daddy's girthy cock is. #TenInches..." the caption read. She giggled with glee at having to humiliate her boyfriend in such a way, reveling in the thought of his despair and jealousy.

She couldn't wait any longer for your massive length to fill her up, to plunge her deep into ecstasy and make her scream. But she knew she had to wait for your command, to beg you like the naughty little whore she was for the chance to be used by your huge cock.

"Daddy please, can you fuck me now? I need your cock stretching my tight pussy and make me cum over and over again!" She pleaded desperately, her body tremble with need and desire.

You finally obliged to her pleading, "Bend over on the sofa."

She quickly obeyed. bending over the sofa, thrusting her ass into the air and making herself as accessible as possible. Her pussy was soaked and dripping, eager to be filled by your massive cock. "Please! Fuck me now, Daddy!" She moaned loudly eager for you to take her, she arch back in invitation, giving you full access to her dripping cunt.

"FUUUUCK!" Yuna's screamed out in pleasure as you thrust into her tight pussy, pounding her relentlessly. She clung to the sofa for support, moaning loudly as you plunged into her over and over, making her scream each thrust and tremble as she squirt.

"Daddy... your cock is so big! It's still stretching my pussy so obscenely... making me cum so hard." She cried out, trembling in pleasure beneath you. Her juices dripped down the sofa, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room as you continued to pound into her.

You spanked her ass, she whimpered and gasped at the added stimulation. The mix of pain and pleasure threatened to send her over the edge into blissful ecstasy.

She clenched around your cock, her pussy clinging to you as if it never wanted to let you go. You could feel yourself slipping in deeper with each thrust, her tight walls gripping you delightfully. It only spurred you on further, pounding into her with renewed force as she screamed beneath you as she reached her peak once again, squirting and quivering.

"Please Daddy.... keep fucking me! I don't want this feeling to end... your huge girthy cock making me cum so hard... I'll never go back to my boyfriend's tiny dick again!" she moaned loudly.

You are still far from reaching your peak and Yuna already cum multiple times, it fills you with delight knowing she'll receive anything you give or do to her.

Then you asked her if her boyfriend respond to her message from earlier. "Read it."

She nodded, reading out her boyfriend's response while you continued to pound into her from behind. "How can you do this to me, Yuna? You are wasting our relationship for something like a fleeting amusement?! I know I'm not the perfect boyfriend and I get jealous too much but why did you do this?" She read out loud, her voice dripping of arrogance and almost mocking.

As she read out her boyfriend's words, she couldn't help but laugh wickedly. The thought of his jealousy and despair at being replaced by such a well-endowed man filled her with delight. "Hahaha! Listen to his words being whiny and pathetic. I would love to hear his voice whimper in misery. Please humiliate him further, make him watch as you fuck me senseless on camera."

"Then do a video call and let him watch." You obliged her wish and she was delighted to hear your words. Yuna eagerly set up a video call with her boyfriend and turned on the camera so he could fully see her while it's only your lower part is in the view.

The boyfriend answered it without what he'll witness but it's too late for him, As he watched you pounding into Yuna from behind, his eyes widened in shock.

"L-look at how well-endowed D-daddy is compared to y-you, my love! Do you see how hard he's fucking me and how much pleasure he's giving me, while you can barely make me cum?" Yuna said mockingly, taunting him further. She laughed wickedly as he whimpered on the other end of the call.

His despair only spurred her on further, arousal coursing through her body as she betrayed him thoroughly. She clenches not wanting to let you go. "Please keep going, Daddy... I want to humiliate my pathetic boyfriend even more. See how much he hurts because I left him for a real man like you! You're so well-endowed while he's so tiny and useless... It's no wonder I can only cum when you fuck me!" She said breathlessly. You could feel her trembling in pleasure, every inch of her craving more of what you were giving her. "My love, you'll never measure to Daddy... I'll always choose his huge girthy cock over your tiny little dick. Do you hear me? You are nothing but a loser who can't even make me cum!" Yuna mocked him even more and laughing cruelly as he whimper and sob.

Yuna screamed out in pleasure as you pulled her hair, thrusting into her harder and deeper. She moaned loudly, her eyes rolling back in her head in a unhinged ahegao expression. You made sure that her boyfriend can see her face as you pull her hair. This was something she had never done with her boyfriend, only you and only can make her feel that way.

"FUUUUCK!! P-please, Daddy... keep fucking me like that! I want to cum all over your massive cock... make me your dirty little whore forever!" Her cunt keeps pulsating due to your impressive length, she could feel herself slipping further and further under your dominance, concerned only to with the ecstasy your cock provided and dispensing with all else. Her boyfriend's despair meant nothing in the face of such intense pleasure; she was nothing but your naughty little fucktoy now. "My love, you'll never satisfy me again... well as if you ever did. I need Daddy's huge cock to make me cum and make a mess out of me... Do you hear me?"

As you thrust into her faster and deeper, Yuna could feel herself reaching the peak once again, she cried out of ecstasy. "Daddy! Your h-huge cock making me c-cum again! It's so deep inside me... I can't stand it anymore." she screamed out of pleasure as she orgasm, her body keep quivering and trembling and the juices dripped down the sofa.

When she finally came down from her high, she looked at you over her shoulder with a satisfied yet wicked smile on her face... "I can't take it anymore Daddy. Just fuck me until you cum... Use me like a fuckdoll that I am."

You pull her hair once again with your right hand and choke her neck with the other and few powerful thrust and plowing and you reached your own climax. She moaned lustfully when you thrust deep into her, your hot cum filling her up and painting her womb white. She clenched around your cock, eager to milk every last drop of your buckets of thick cum from you as it spilled into her.

"Y-YES! S-SHIT!! CUM INSIDE ME! BREED ME! MAKE ME YOURS FOREVER," she said while catching her breath, her body shivers with the intensity of your climax. As you continued to pump your hot cum into her, leaving her belly bloated and her womb aching for more.

When you finally pulled out of her, she gasped for air, the loss of your cock leaving a void within her that screamed to be filled once more. She looked at you with lustful eyes, her pussy still clenching around nothing and aching to be pounded, your seeds spills out of her pussy so she immediately pushed it in to her pussy.

She reached for her phone that was positioned on the side table so that it was facing outward. The boyfriend is crying, helpless and desperate as he saw his girl get pounded by another man's cock. She gave the camera a smug look and a wicked smile. "My love, look at how full of Daddy's cum I am... do you see how much he's been pounding into me? Even your cum is nothing compared to his." she said in a cruel whisper, mocking him mercilessly, she continued to flex her belly bulge, your cum sloshing around inside her.

"Don't worry my love, we'll stay as a couple, I know you've been bragging it to your friends that you are dating me, maybe you should also brag about being a cuckold too. I suggest you do that. Bye bye!" She said while laughing and end the video call.

"You are too cruel to him, what if he upload the videos you sent to him earlier online?" You are smirking at such thoughts.

"Daddy, he's too naïve and coward to do that... He'll even suck your cock if I tell him to." She said sitting on the sofa still catching her breath.

And as soon as she finished her sentence, someone walked in the room... It was aespa's Karina.

"Yeji said you were here and she was right and it seems like you are having some fun..." Karina said while observing the room. "In fact, too much fun... The smell of cum is so strong!" Karina giggles and goes to close and lock the door.

"Don't worry oppa, I already know everything. The sunbaes in Red Velvet and ITZY told me the things I should know." She said and struts towards you, she looks stunning in her white stage outfit.

Karina's eyes widen at the sight of your cock, a lustful look taking over her face. "Oppa, your cock is bigger than they described to me... or I just didn't expect you to be this HUGE." She says in awe, before moving closer to you, kneeling immediately and wrapped her lips around the head of your cock. You didn't expect Karina to be this straightforward... well she's a woman who knows what she wants.

She sucks on your massive cock passionately, completely ignoring Yuna who is now resting beside you, a proud and arrogant expression is visible on her face knowing another female idol has been charmed by your impressive rod. Karina is making soft moans with each stroke of her tongue along the length of your shaft. Her hands moves down to your balls, gently massaging them as she sucks on the head of your cock. Even the mixed juices of you and Yuna has been ignored by Karina as she relish herself on sucking you off.

"I can taste both of your mixed juices on your cock, Oppa. It's obvious that you finished inside that little slut." she murmurs loudly between sucks.

"Is this your first time seeing a huge cock up close?" You said while caressing her hair.

Karina nods her head enthusiastically, her eyes fixed on your cock as she tries to deepthroat it. "Yes, Oppa. this my first time seeing such a massive cock." She slows her suction to speak, a string of saliva connecting her lips to the tip of your cock. "Oppa's cock is so different and bigger from the korean cocks I've seen, it tastes better too." She resumes sucking on your cock passionately, her eyes closed in pleasure.

"I also know that you like taking someone else's woman, unfortunately I don't have a boyfriend yet but I have someone who is courting me for a long time." She giggles at her own words and sucks you off again.

You feel yourself reaching your climax and you asked Yuna to film Karina while you dump your thick cum in her mouth. As you start cumming, Yuna quickly grab her phone to film it.

"Oh fuck yes, fill her mouth up Oppa!" Yuna said while Karina moans loudly as her mouth overflows with your thick hot load.

"Mmm! S-so m-much!" She gurgles happily, cheeks bulging, Yuna made sure to get a close up of her cum filled mouth. "Damn look at that huge mouthful! What a good little cumslut!"

Karina smiles and opens her mouth wide, showing off her mouth completely filled with your thick virile seeds. She swishes it around her mouth teasingly, playing with it on her tongue as she tilt her head back and swallowing it all in one big gulp.

"It's kinda sweet, Thank you for the tasty snack, Oppa!" She said and leaned to your cock and cleaned your shaft by sucking it again.

Yuna ended the recording and showed it to Karina in which the latter finds hot and asked for a copy of it.

"Since you're here, I won't let you leave without getting fucked." You said and her eyes lit with excitement.

She gasp excitedly as you lay her down on the couch. "Oh fuck yes, destroy me oppa! I'm all yours! This is why I'm here for...." She spread her legs wide for you, revealing her dripping pussy aching to be filled. "Please Oppa, I need this tight hole fucked hard! Ruin me!" Karina moan loudly as you thrust inside her, stretching her open with your massive cock. "Oh my god yes! So f-fucking deep! Fuck me senseless Oppa!"

"Damn she's taking that huge cock so well…look at her cute little cunt get destroyed…" Yuna murmurs on the side, watching her fellow idol get ruined just like she was earlier.

Karina scream in pleasure as you pound her without mercy. "Yes yes yes! Harder oppa! I'm your cockslave! Use my fucking pussy!" Her eyes rolled back as you utterly ravage her tight body, quivering from the intense fucking. "Oh fuck! I'm your property! Your fucktoy! Yours forever!"

You positioned Karina in full nelson and locking your hands behind her head. "Yuna, use Karina's phone and go stream on aespa's Intagram account. Just show our lower bodies, make them wonder if it's real or not. SM Entertainment can just say that the account got hacked." You boldly suggest and she happily obliged.

Yuna grin excitedly and take Karina's phone, quickly opening up the Aespa Instagram account. "Ooh yes oppa, let's give their fans a naughty show!" She angle the camera just at your thrusting hips and Karina's pussy getting railed, starting a livestream.

The comments immediately start flooding in, fans shocked and aroused by what they're seeing.

"Oh my god is that real??"

"Who is he fucking?? Is that Karina??"

"Holy shit this is so hot!"

Karina is too fucked-silly to even realize she's being broadcast live, moaning desperately. "Yes! yes! fuck your toy! Ruin your slave!"

Yuna glance at the comments flooding in and start reciting them, just enough for you to hear without exposing anything, letting the viewers wonder whether it's real or not.

"Oh my god I'm so wet right now!"

"This is the hottest thing I've ever seen!"

"Fuck that pussy looks destroyed! He's huge!"

"I wish that was me getting railed!"

"Look at her cute little cunt swallow that monster cock!"

The comments keep pouring in as you wreck Karina on the livestream. She started squirting as you pound her fiercely not stopping your continuous assault in her dripping cunt.

"Holy shit she's cumming so hard!"

"I want him to fuck me senseless like that too!"

"Damn I'm stroking my cock so hard watching this!"

As Karina moans loudly of getting fucked in one of the most obscenely sexual position, some of the viewer fans starts recognizing her clothes, it's the same stage outfit of her in K-Link Festival.

"Damn, Is this Karina?"

"You're right, her clothes looks identical to Karina's stage outfit few hours ago."

"Maybe it's really Karina, I knew she's a slutty idol."

You began to push into her tight pussy harder and deeper she gasped and trembled, the intensity your massive cock stretching her wide sending waves of pleasure through he body. Her pussy starts to clenched around you as penetrated deeper and deeper into her, desperate to be filled completely by your huge size.

"S-so big... you're going to split me in half!" She whimpered breathlessly, her body quivering under the onslaught of sensation as you plowed into her needy cunt. The viewers can't see her face but you know Karina's displaying a full pledge ahegao, eyes rolled back and tongue lolling out. "H-harder, Oppa! Please make a mess out of me! FUUUUCK!!!" She squealed and moans as another burst of squirt gushed out of her.

You feel your own climax approaching and you hugged her tightly and unleashed many deep long thrust, Karina screams in ecstasy as your hot cum floods her pussy, filling up her womb. "Yes yes yes! Cum in your slave oppa! Knock up your toy!" Yuna made sure to get close ups of Karina's belly bulging, cum-filled belly and the creampie oozing from her gaping pussy.

The comments go wild seeing you fill her up

"Holy shit look at that creampie!"

"He pumped her womb full of cum!"

"I wish that was me leaking his load!"

"Fuck look at that tiny pussy get wrecked!"

"He's absolutely railing her, she looks mindless!"

"I wish he was pounding my cunt like that!"

"Damn I want him to cum in me next!"

Karina twitches weakly as your cum pours from her destroyed pussy. "Oh fuck...I'm your mindless fuckdoll now Oppa... you've claimed me completely..." Yuna end the stream, leaving the viewers stunned and begging for more. Karina just realized that it was broadcasted but didn't care because she knows SM Entertainment will do something about it.

Just like you who is not worried about repercussions of your actions since entertainment agency will cover up these kinds of scandal since Aespa is one of the most famous kpop girl group in the current time.

"Let's wait here, I'm sure many articles will be made wondering if it's real or not. Let's read it together." After 1 hour, many articles shows up on the internet.

Yuna grin excitedly as we browse through the articles popping up about the mysterious livestream.

"Breaking: Hackers stream graphic video on Aespa's Instagram."

"SM Entertainment says that Aespa Instagram hacked after explicit video posted."

"Fans speculate if racy video is real or fake."

"Is that really Karina getting railed or just someone who looks like her?"

"SM Entertainment denies the participation of one of it's idols in a racy video that is circulating online. Claims that it was a Deepfake video trying to tarnish the idols image due to their groups popularity."

Yuna and Karina are now using their phones, the latter rested quite a bit after 1 hour. There is a group chat hidden in the eyes of the public and only female kpop idols can join in it.

In private chats, female idols from other groups gossip about the scandalous Karina video....

Jennie: Did you guys see that video?? Karina getting railed by some mystery guy? We all know it's Karina.

Lisa: Yes! That cock looked so huge!

Rosé: Omg you're totally right! That massive dick deserve to be pleasured. No wonder Karina was screaming so much.

Jisoo: I'm so jealous! I want him to fuck me next! My pussy has been aching ever since I saw that.

Yoona: Me too! The way he dominated Karina was so hot. I want him to break me like that!

Taeyeon: Girls, I have an idea…let's set up a schedule so we can all get a turn! No reason for Karina to hog that stud!

Yuna: If the sunbae's wants to know who the mystery stud is, he is our current bodyguard hired by JYPE to ensure our safety.

Jennie: Really? if he is ITZY's bodyguard... Did the ITZY members already got the taste of him?

Karina: ITZY and Red Velvet already got fucked by him, also Twice in the past because he is also their bodyguard.

The chat explodes with horny chaotic conversation regarding you.

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Another piece done.... Thank you for reading!

[nr1chaedickrider]

"you're taking it so well for me, baby."

she emphasizes the petname in a teasing tone, praising you as you grip her shoulder, your nails digging into her skin.

the burning sensation your nails leave on her skin turns ryujin on even more.

the back of her head hits the wall as she looks up to you.

"you look so pretty for me"

"on my lap like such a pretty girl"

you let out another moan, getting used to the stretch as you finally start moving.

"mhm fuck-" you moan out, not being able to keep eye contact with her as you throw your head back.

it all started with a simple photo yuna posted.

which turned into a steamy make out on the couch.

and now you're riding her strap.

she still has her jeans on, the black adidas sports bra fits tightly on her chest.

"look at me my love" she whispers, placing soft kisses on your neck.

you move your head to her command, looking at her.

she starts grinning, her hands on your waist.

"god you're so pretty"

"kinda wish i could show you off to everyone."

she thrusts her hip up, making you scream a little.

"fuck ryu- im gonna-"

"gonna cum for me my love? come on, do it. wanna see you finish all over me."

you keep riding her, nails still scratching her, for a moment you even think you saw some blood.

you lean forward and kiss her, moaning into her mouth as you cum all over her.

"maybe we should finally take this to the bedroom, hm?" she whispers.

[fellominaarcher]

Would you mind doing nsfw headcannons for ryujin from itzy? I love ur works btw!

♯┆ NSFW HEADCANNONS FOR RYUJIN .ᐟ

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⤷ ANONNN YOU ASKED FOR IT AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE!!

⤷ It gets progressively dirty ig

⤷ Ryujin x fem!reader

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1. The confidence is criminal

Ryujin knows she's hot and knows exactly what she's doing with you when she leans in close to grab your chin and she murmurs, “You missed me?” like she hasn't left you soaked from her voice alone. Smirking? Always. Neck kisses? She lives there.

2. Backseat Queen

She loves taking you in the car, BACKSEAT, tinted windows, AC to the max cos y'all are gonna make it HOT, sensual RnB songs playing from the car speakers and seats pushed back enough just for you to ride her while she tugs on your hair, “God, you're so good...”

3. Slow Teasing in Public

That hand on your thigh? Creeps up slowly under tables. That smirk when you’re trying to focus on a convo? Evil. She whispers filth in your ear just to watch you squirm and then says, "Don't embarrass yourself, baby."

4. “Sit On My Face” Energy

She has absolutely told you to sit on her face like it’s your goddamn throne and she does not stop until your legs are shaking, tears are in your eyes, and you’re pushing her head away only for her to grab your thighs and pull you right back.

5. Morning After Menace

Wakes up horny, clingy, and needy. Slides her hand between your thighs half-asleep and gets rougher the more you moan. Sometimes doesn’t even let you leave bed until she’s had her fill, twice. Evil.

6. Phone Sex Queen

When she’s on tour, she’ll FaceTime you and circle her fingers on her clit while watching you touch yourself, she's completely unashamed. Mutters “Fucking miss this pussy,” and begs you to “Keep the camera there, yeah baby, don’t stop, fuck.” Goddamn ittttt.

7. Possessive but Quietly

Leaves hickeys where your stylist won’t see. Low growls in your ear like, “You’re mine, yeah?” while her fingers are inside you, knuckle-deep and curling just right. She won’t even let you cum until you say it back. Abusing that very needy cunt of yours.

8. Dirty Talk Queen

Her mouth is absolutely foul during sex. She’ll degrade you in the filthiest ways:

“My needy little cumdump,”

“You act so innocent in public, but the way you cream on my cock (or strap) says otherwise,”

“Open wider. I want to see that pretty mouth drool around me.”

“You wouldn't know your pussy could feel this good,”

9. Marking You Up

Hickeys, scratches, bite marks on your thighs, her name written in permanent marker just above your clit... yeah, she’s obsessed with making sure people know who you belong to ;((

10. Switch with a Dom Lean

Ryujin LOOVESSSS control. She’ll let you take the reins every now and then, but her natural state is pinning you down, one hand around your throat, smirking against your lips as she murmurs, “You’re mine, yeah?”

11. Pillow Princess? Pleaseee!

You thought Ryujin would lay back and enjoy. Nope. She wants your legs over her shoulders, your body shaking from overstimulation, her tongue ruthless and precise until you’re writhing and begging her to stop but she won’t until you squirt, her favorite prize.

12. G!p Ryujin?

Oh baby.... When she straps it on (or magically grows it, up to you), she’s relentless. Slow strokes just to tease you, then sudden hard thrusts that leave your voice cracking. She grips your hips hard, leaving bruises as she pounds into you from behind, murmuring, “That tight little pussy’s made for me.”

13. Mirror Play

Ryujin loves watching. She’ll bend you over in front of a mirror and fuck you from behind while making you stare at your wrecked expression. “Look at how pretty you are for me. Such a slutty little thing.”

14. Lingerie Killer

She’ll buy you the skimpiest black lace sets... only to rip them off. “That was cute. Shame it had to die.” She likes you naked, begging, and collared.

15. Aftercare Surprises

After completely wrecking you, she becomes soft, gentle and she rubs your thighs, kisses your forehead, and offers snacks or a bath. But she still teases: “You looked so cute crying for me…”

[chrissssssmut]

yandere yeji yooyeon chaehyun yuna minju (illit) haneul yeseo x male reader

PLEASE can you reserve your story for me

Shuttered Devotion

Yandere Yeji, Yooyeon, Chaehyun, Minju, Yuna, Haneul & Yeseo x Male Reader

AN: Hope you like this dude! Also, THIS WEEK WAS TIRING BUT HEY NEW STORY!

You don’t know why you bought the camera.

It was an impulse purchase—an old Polaroid 600 from a dusty antique shop, sitting on the shelf as if it had been waiting for you. The store owner gave you a strange look when you picked it up, but the moment your fingers brushed against it, you felt a weird pull.

Like something wanted you to take it home.

And you did.

Now, it sits on your desk, next to your laptop, its presence almost unnatural in the dim light of your apartment. You tell yourself it’s just an old camera. Just a piece of history.

Until you take your first picture.

It happens late at night. You’re bored, half-asleep, and decide to test the camera. You aim it at your living room and press the shutter. The familiar whirr of the Polaroid fills the air as the film slides out.

You shake it out of habit. Watch as the image slowly develops.

And that’s when you see it.

Seven shadowy figures standing in your living room.

Your heart stops. The room is empty—you’re the only one here. But in the picture, there are figures. Tall. Feminine. Watching.

A chill creeps down your spine.

No. That’s not possible.

You rub your eyes, look again—they’re still there.

You swallow hard. It has to be a defect. Right?

Right?

You don’t want to think about it.

Your hands feel clammy as you set the picture facedown on your desk, avoiding its existence entirely. Maybe you’re just too tired. Maybe your mind is playing tricks on you.

Without another word, you crawl into bed, pulling the blanket over your head like a child. You can’t shake the feeling that someone is watching you, but you tell yourself it’s just paranoia.

Just sleep.

Just sleep.

Eventually, you drift off.

But in the silence of the room, the Polaroid slowly flips itself over.

The figures in the picture seem closer now.

You wake up feeling like you barely slept. Your chest is heavy, and your body feels sluggish, like you’ve been running in your dreams all night.

Maybe you shouldn’t have ignored the picture.

But you don’t want to look at it.

Instead, you grab the camera again, needing to prove to yourself that nothing is wrong. That it was just a one-time glitch.

You take another picture—this time, of your bedroom window.

When the film develops, a woman is standing outside, looking in.

Your blood runs cold.

Because you live on the sixth floor.

There’s no balcony. No fire escape. No way for anyone to be standing there.

You whip your head around, heart pounding—but the window is empty.

Then your phone vibrates.

A message from an unknown number:

"You’re finally seeing us, aren’t you?"

Your breath catches in your throat. Your hands tremble as you stare at the screen. You don’t respond. You can’t.

The next message comes seconds later.

"We’ve always been here. Don’t be scared, love."

Your stomach turns. A chill creeps up your spine.

You glance back at the Polaroid in your hands.

In the picture…

The woman’s head has tilted slightly.

She’s staring right at you.

You don’t know what to do.

You feel watched, like unseen eyes are locked onto you no matter where you go.

You tell yourself it’s just stress. You’ve been working too much, maybe you’re hallucinating from exhaustion.

Yes. That’s it.

You bury yourself under the blankets again, forcing your eyes shut.

You won’t take another picture.

You won’t look at the messages.

You won’t—

A soft giggle echoes in your ears.

Your breath catches.

That was inside your room.

Your fingers clutch the blanket. Your body freezes.

Then, a soft voice—low, sweet, too close.

"Are you scared, baby?"

Your entire body tenses.

That was a real voice. Not in your head.

But no one’s here.

Right?

The warmth of a hand presses against your chest—but there’s nothing there.

"You're so cute when you're trembling," another voice whispers, this time near your ear.

You rip the blanket off, sitting up so fast that your vision spins.

But the room is empty.

Nothing.

No one.

You breathe heavily, sweat clinging to your skin.

The phone buzzes again.

Unknown Number: We’ll let you rest for now. Sleep well, sweetheart.

You don’t sleep at all.

You leave your apartment first thing in the morning.

You need to be somewhere normal—somewhere with people. Somewhere they can’t be.

You end up at a small coffee shop. It’s crowded, the smell of fresh espresso filling the air. The warmth should be comforting, but your hands are still cold.

You sit in the corner, gripping your cup of coffee like a lifeline.

Then—

"You look exhausted."

A voice.

Feminine. Familiar.

You look up.

A girl stands in front of you—long, wavy hair, a concerned look in her eyes. She’s beautiful.

She tilts her head. Smiles.

Too familiar.

Your breath catches.

You know her.

You’ve seen her before.

In the pictures.

Your stomach drops.

Before you can react, she sits across from you, crossing her legs as if she’s known you forever.

"You finally noticed us," she murmurs. "Took you long enough, babe."

Your hands tremble. "Who… are you?"

Another voice behind you.

"Isn’t it obvious?"

You freeze.

Slowly, you turn your head.

Six more girls surround you.

They smile.

Your stomach churns.

Because you recognize all of them.

Yeji. Yooyeon. Chaehyun. Yuna. Minju. Haneul. Yeseo.

The girls from the pictures.

From your apartment.

From your mirror.

You run.

Or, at least, you try.

But the moment you step outside, your vision blurs. The world distorts—the streets become a dark void, stretching infinitely in all directions.

You aren’t in the city anymore.

You’re… somewhere else.

When you turn, the girls are already there.

Watching.

Waiting.

"You should stop running," Minju murmurs, brushing a hand along your jaw. "We’re not going to hurt you."

"You belong with us," Yeseo whispers.

"You always have," Yeji adds.

Your head spins. Your heart pounds.

"What do you want from me?" you whisper.

Yooyeon kneels in front of you, cupping your face in her hands. Her smile is soft. Sweet.

"Everything, darling. We want everything."

Then, as if controlled by an unseen force, your hands move—lifting the camera, pressing the shutter.

The final picture develops.

It shows you.

With them.

Smiling.

Happy.

Like you’ve always been theirs.

And then—

Your mind goes blank.

For a moment, there is nothing—just a deep, endless void, swallowing every thought, every fear, every piece of your identity.

And then—

You wake up.

Soft sheets. The scent of lavender and something faintly sweet. A dimly lit room, bathed in warm candlelight.

This isn’t your apartment.

Your pulse quickens.

You try to move—your hands twitch against the soft fabric beneath you, but when you try to lift them, you can’t.

Something’s holding you down.

Your wrists. Your ankles.

Tied.

Panic surges through your veins.

That’s when you feel it—something moving on the bed beside you.

"You’re awake," a voice coos, warm breath tickling your ear.

You flinch, twisting your head to the side.

Yeji.

She’s right there, inches from your face, her eyes practically glowing in the dim light. A lazy smirk plays on her lips as she props herself up on her elbow, looking at you like you’re something precious.

"You slept for so long," she murmurs, fingers brushing over your cheek. "We were worried."

Your heart slams against your ribs.

"We?"

There’s movement around you. The bed dips, the air thickens, and suddenly, they’re all there.

Seven girls.

All of them.

You turn your head—Yooyeon sits near your feet, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on your ankle, right where the restraints are. She hums softly, eyes half-lidded, as if simply being near you is enough to make her daze off.

Chaehyun rests her chin on your chest, staring up at you with lovesick adoration, her fingers playing with the fabric of your shirt. "It was lonely without you, you know?" she pouts.

Yuna shifts behind you, pressing her body close to your back, arms wrapping tightly around you. "You’re so warm…" she murmurs, voice dripping with possessiveness. "I don’t want to let go."

Haneul, sitting near your head, twirls a lock of your hair around her finger, watching as it slips between her fingertips. "You look so much better like this," she whispers. "Helpless. Ours."

Minju leans over you, her gaze dark. "You scared us," she says softly, but there’s a sharp edge beneath her tone. Her fingers press into your jaw, forcing you to look at her. "You shouldn’t run from us like that."

Yeseo, sitting on your lap, tilts her head. She smiles, but there’s a cruel gleam in her eyes. "It’s okay, though. We forgive you." Her fingers trail down your chest, her nails just barely scratching through the fabric. "As long as you don’t do it again."

You shudder.

Your mind is racing, trying to process everything.

Where are you? How did you get here?

The last thing you remember is the camera—the final picture.

You glance to the side.

There.

The Polaroid sits on the bedside table, propped up neatly like a framed photo.

You. With them.

Smiling.

Like this was always meant to happen.

Like you’ve been here forever.

Your stomach twists.

"I—" You try to speak, but your throat is dry. Your body feels heavy, like something is keeping you here, making it impossible to even think about escaping.

Yooyeon sighs, watching you carefully. "You’re panicking again…"

Yeji hums in agreement, pressing a chaste kiss to your temple. "You always do this at first."

At first?

What does that mean?

"You shouldn’t fight it," Yuna whispers against the back of your neck, tightening her arms around you. "You belong to us."

"You always have," Chaehyun chimes in, her nails dragging lightly against your chest. "You just didn’t realize it before."

Your breathing is shaky.

"This isn’t—this isn’t right." Your voice is hoarse. "You can’t just… take me."

Minju smiles, but there’s something dangerous in her expression. "Oh, sweetheart," she whispers, her lips brushing against your ear. "We didn’t take you."

"You came to us."

Her fingers gently tilt your chin, forcing you to look at the Polaroid.

"You saw us," Haneul murmurs, her breath warm against your skin. "You acknowledged us. You brought us to life."

Yooyeon leans in closer, her lips ghosting just barely over yours.

"And now?" she whispers. "You’re never leaving again."

Your pulse spikes—you thrash, or at least try to, but their hands are everywhere. Holding you down. Stroking your skin. Soft whispers, gentle touches—suffocating.

Yeseo hums. "Still struggling?" She sighs, shaking her head. "You’ll break soon."

Haneul giggles. "They always do."

You try to scream, but Yeji’s hand clamps over your mouth, muffling the sound.

"Shh," she soothes, pressing another soft kiss to your forehead. "Just accept it already."

Chaehyun grins. "We’ll take such good care of you, love."

Yuna nuzzles against your back. "You’ll see how much we love you."

Minju’s nails drag slowly down your throat, not enough to hurt, but enough to send a very clear message.

"You belong to us now."

Yooyeon’s smile is syrupy sweet, her fingers tracing along your jaw.

"And we’re never letting you go."

The candlelight flickers.

The picture on the table changes—

Your expression in the Polaroid is no longer a frozen, forced smile.

It’s genuine.

Like you want to be here.

Like you’ve finally given in.

And maybe…

Just maybe…

You have.

[seungmininmynheart]

First Encounter Didn’t go as planned.

Paring: Idol!Bangchan x Idol!fem!reader. Genre: Fluff. Summary: Reader is a new soloist at JYPE and has a thing for Bang Chan. Authors Note: This is my first fanfic on tumblr so yay. Also Grammar and spelling is not my strong suit. I hope you guys enjoying reading this as much as I enjoyed making it.

It was late at night and you sat at your desk at the JYP dorms. Your manager who you share a room with was already asleep. You were still up though, scribbling in your notepad. Writing down a little to do list, 1 say hi first, 2 strike up a conversation, 3 Leave a great first impression. You finished writing and crawled into bed, excited for tomorrow. You were excited because tomorrow is the day you meet Bang Chan

—

Your alarm woke you up. despite not getting alot of sleep you felt great and excited. Today was the day you get to work with Bang Chan. It was in your schedule to record your new debut song. Your manager had told you that you’ll be recording with Bang Chan. You’ve admired him and his music for the longest time. You kinda had a thing for him since before you joined jyp.

You Joined jype after winning their newest survival show for a female soloist. It was already done airing and you were on schedule to debut in a couple months. Your survival show had gotten pretty popular online but most people were happy you won.

You dressed comfortably but nice since you were going to be in the studio most of the day. Your manager just finished dressing too and she knocks on the bathroom door.

“you done in there yet? we gotta get going.” she called out.

“One minute” You respond back. You didn’t know your manager that well yet but she was nice to you and very patient. You check your expressions in the mirror, You gotta make sure your smile looks nice today.

“Okay I’m coming” You walk out the bathroom grabbing your bag, hat and Mask before following your manager out to the car.

—

You were already familiar with the layout of the JYP building. You knew the way to dance practice rooms, the cafeteria, and Recording studios. You stopped by the cafeteria first eating breakfast with your manager. You saw a couple of faces you recognized.

After breakfast you felt good because right now you were going to record your debut song. You check your hair using your camera making sure you look okay before going to the studio. You had prepared what’d you say to him. You had the perfect plan and couldn’t wait to be face to face with Bang Chan and be able to talk to him.

You were right in front of the door to the studio. You held the handle slowly twisting it. The door swung open slowly and looking in you see a couple staff members and Young K. You quickly greet him making sure your face doesn’t give away your confusion. You sit on the couch looking at your manager confused. She just shrugs.

—

After finishing your first recording of your debut song Young K lets you know that’s all for today. You thank him on his way out and the staff that were there helping. You walked out last, seeing your manager in the hallway wrapping up a call.

“I thought I was working with Bang Chan today?” You asked her confused as you guys started walking.

“I thought so too, There must’ve switched I guess.” She tells me. You were bummed out even though Young K is still someone you admire. You were disappointed that you had planned your whole first encounter with Bang Chan just for it to not happen. First encounters are always so hard, because nothing goes as planned. you sigh.

“Wait where are we going right now?” You asked

“Vocal lessons remember? your teacher is waiting” She reminded you of your schedule for today. She went on about your schedule for the day but you weren’t listening because you had just heard a familiar voice. You look infront of you and walking just a couple steps ahead with his back facing towards you was Bang Chan and right next to him was Han. Suddenly all background noises were cancelled.

Just three steps in front of you was your idol you could just walk up to him and get a chance to greet him and Han. You would strike up a conversation and he’d ask your name and you’d leave a great first Impression. You imagined how it’d go down in your head.

“Y/N, are you listening?” Your manager asked. You stop walking and pay attention facing her again.

“Hm?” You say.

“What’s up? are you tired” She asks. You shake your head letting her know your okay but when you look forward again he’s not their anymore. In the short moment you stopped to talk to your manager he had disappeared. Dissaspointed once again about how your day isn’t going according to plan and you just missed your chance.

—

The rest of the day was uneventful except seeing Yeji in JYP cafeteria when you were eating lunch. It was getting late and after practicing dancing for a couple hours you were tired. Your manager had some things to do leaving you to practice alone. You were sweating and tired you took a couple of selfies before grabbing your stuff to leave for the day. It was 10pm so you were just going to grab a taxi to take you back to the dorms.

You put on your mask and hat before walking outside, and you realized it was raining. You thanked yourself for remembering to grab your umbrella before leaving this morning. As you were pulling out your umbrella from your bag you heard a sigh.

“No way it’s raining, this is just great” You heard the familiar Australian accent. Your heart stopped turning around to see Bang Chan just two feet away from you. Even if he had a mask and a hat on you could still recognize him. You quickly greet him and he greets you back.

“Do you have an umbrella?” You asked nervously trying to sound causal but respectful.

“No, but it’s okay my car isn’t parked far” He reassures you. You suddenly get an idea to leave a good impression. You offer your umbrella to him.

“You can have this I have another umbrella in my bag” you give him a sweet smile.

“Are you sure?” He asks you. You nod and he accepts your umbrella. Your hand grazing his, this moment couldn’t get any better for you. He opened the umbrella thanking you.

As he started walking away you felt on top of the world. Even if you didn’t get a chance to introduce yourself and he didn’t know your name or would be able to recognize you because you had your hat and mask on.

“I owe you now, Y/N!” He called out before turning around and continuing to walk away. You couldn’t stop the smile on your face or the happiness you felt. You didn’t know how he knew who you were but this moment was something you’d always cherish.

The whole encounter was beautiful. You stood there for a minute even after he was long gone. You didn’t have another umbrella but it was okay.

Ding Water droplet landed on your cheek as it started to rain harder but you didn’t mind. Nothing could ruin your mood. You didn’t bother to grab a taxi you just put your hood over your head and ran. The dorms weren’t far away so it was okay.

—

When you opened the door to your apartment you were dripping wet. Your manager who was already home was shocked, ran to grab you a towel before you could even take your shoes off.

“What happend? I thought you were gonna take a taxi home?” She said handing you the towel trying to dry you off.

“I guess I forgot” She scolded you about taking care of yourself and to bring an umbrella if you wanted to walk. you didn’t mind thought. You were smiling so hard that your cheeks hurt. You couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

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saudade love 🫧

pilot ; you’re my lover <3

pairing : actor!soobin and actress!yn

love triangles :(

synopsis : actress!yn and actor!soobin are forced by their companies to date as a publicity stunt to promote their latest releases. however what’s to happen when yn and soobin spend more and more time together even though yn’s closest friend is keeping secrets.

“last question..” the mc announces before letting a reporter take the lead on the final question.

“soobin and yn, throughout the filming process of saudade love. the two of you were rumored to be seeing each other as more than just friends, can we get some kind of response to that ?” the reporter in front of you asks. you and soobin sitting on a theater-like stage, two high chairs next to each other. while on the other side of the stage was the director of saudade love, and a few supporting cast members.

saudade love was the new film that you had just starred in, alongside soobin, who played the main male lead. the plot was a story about yn meeting chaebol soobin. issues arising within yn’s family, which end up harming her relationship with soobin. never being able to get an end to her family’s ruthless behavior towards her, she only seems to find comfort in soobin. soobin, who comes from a wealthy family, is forced into a marriage, any kind of rebellious actions from soobin during the wedding is covered up. soobin ends up giving in, yn ends up even more hurt as it gets harder and harder to keep their secretive relationship as a healthy relationship. however, the two still only seem to feel happy around each other, the only issue being each other’s families. yet it is enough to keep them apart.

you knew that there were going to be issues with your so-called ‘controversial’ ending, since it wasn’t necessarily a happy ending, not many people were too pleased. but there was another majority of people, or rather yours and soobins fans, that enjoyed the movie due to its rawness. not every single relationship was going to end in the most fairytale way. which was exactly what saudade love’s message was trying to deliver, although it seemed to go over others’ heads.

you laugh a bit into the microphone, knowing exactly what you were supposed to do and how your company wanted you to react. taking the microphone up close to your lips, not exactly letting the two touch. you put on a flushed image, as you turn to look to soobin, who also knew his part of the live script the two of you were supposed to follow. his lips turning upwards, attempting to look rather confident about the situation, and it was working.. after all he was an actor.

“me and soobin…” you pause, taking a second to smile to yourself. looking up instead of looking at the crowd full of photographers, reporters, and journalists, a few fans in the crowd as well. “i thought we had announced a response, but i suppose not. me and soobin have been seeing each other. something about us during filming saudade love.. it just seemed to click.. we’re a few dates into our relationship but i hope that everyone will support us and our decision to be together.”

and with that, the crowd cheers, journalists and reporters typing as quick as they can. photographers snapping their pictures to use on articles that are probably being released within the next second. soobin grinned, bringing his mic up to his mouth. the image of two lovestruck actors up on stage manipulating the minds of the entire media. you looked at soobin with a tiny smile on your face. putting your best heart eyes on display.

“i think the people who have seen saudade love will notice, but the love that the two characters display is not something you can act out..” it’s funny, because he’s completely spewing out nonsense. the two of you are just convincing actors, using all the skills you’ve learned to play out your character. “at one point during filming, i stopped thinking of the script and i just started seeing yn as yn, no character or anything. i think our relationship was inevitable. yn was the sweetest person i could ever meet.” that’s a lie, well you weren’t necessarily mean, but the two of you never even spoke outside of necessary means. “i turned to her when i needed help, and she was always there to listen. not to mention, anytime yn was around, i couldn’t help but feel a certain way..” soobin grinned shyly, trying to convince everyone that he was simply too shy to continue on. which worked as majority of the audience were in complete awe.

the mc picks up his own mic, “let’s give a round of applause to our newly discovered couple !!” he pauses letting the crowd take over with their clapping, “since that was our last question, the cast and crew will give their goodbyes now !”

you stood up along with everyone, giving a bow to thank the crowd for their time and attention. afterwards you link pinkies with soobin, attempting to keep up the image of the new shy couple.

release date: july 13, 24’

4th gen it couple ! ; little minions ! ; soobin’s fave brats !

episode 1 : i was hitting my marks !

episode 2 : thinking it can change the beat of my heart when he touches me, counteract the chemistry and undo the destiny.

episode 3 : that’s my girl, y’know what i mean ?

episode 4 : and so it begins..

episode 5 : i’m gonna marry him !

episode 6 : we’ll make it through, just like we always do.

episode 7 : the thing..

episode 8 : the love of my life

episode 9 : red lipstick 💋

episode 10 : i know i shouldn’t

episode 11 : just a coworker

episode 12 : it meant the world

episode 13 : as slow as you’d like.

episode 14 : i just need a little lovin’

episode 15 : sometimes i laugh whenever im sad

episode 16 : late night mascara

episode 17 : i can do it with a broken heart

episode 18 : there’s so much loving we could be making

episode 19 : MY boyfriend

episode 20 : i know it’s probably much too late

episode 21 : drunken thoughts are sober thoughts

episode 22 : i guess sometimes we all get some kind of haunted

episode 23 : netizens are dumb

episode 24 : taehyun’s unprofessional plan

episode 25 : like we’re made of starlight ! ⭐️

episode 26 : hot people are intimidating

episode 27 : loving him was red

episode 28 : ‘cause i ain’t ever been more for real !

epilogue : saudade

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[elryuse]

Hierarchy : The Series

Part 1 : The Beginning

Part 2 : Jooshin High

Part 3 : New Faces, Same Cases

Part 4 : Truth Or Dare

Part 5 : Complicated

Part 6 : Our Complex Feelings

Part 7 : Let The Game Begins

Part 8 : Jooshin Ball Dance

Part 9 : Solving The Mystery

Part 10 : Breathe Of Fresh Air

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