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smutmind · 1 month ago

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When It Doesn't Fit ft. Ryujin

Itzy Ryujin X BBC

Seoul gleamed like a circuit board under glass.

You watched from the 38th floor, forehead resting against the cold window. The city didn’t sleep—neon bled into haze, horns echoed off glass. It was almost midnight, and the sky hadn’t gone black yet.

This wasn’t just another road trip. It was a political stunt.

An NBA-KBL goodwill game, they said. Bridge two basketball cultures, they said. You were the poster boy. Six-foot-nine, MVP finalist, America’s most marketable savage in sneakers.

You'd barely stepped off the jet before cameras were in your face. And something had felt… off.

Too many smiles. Too many eyes that lingered.

Coach had warned you. “You’re the prize they wanna claim. You drop 40, they look weak. Don’t expect a warm welcome.”

But it wasn’t the opposing team you noticed watching you. It was their PR staff. Their assistants. One of the security girls at the press conference.

They looked… expectant. Like something was planned.

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The hotel was too nice.

Private elevator. Champagne in a silver bucket. Suite big enough to shoot a commercial in.

You ate half a protein bar and stared at the untouched king bed. Sleep wouldn't come easy. Not here. Not with your instincts humming.

You checked your phone. No texts. Just a single message from your agent: “Play nice. This is bigger than basketball.”

You tossed it aside.

The air conditioning purred. You sat shirtless on the edge of the bed, rubbing tension out of your thighs. Ten-hour flight. Two-hour media wall. And something else—this low, crawling heat you couldn’t shake.

You poured water. Opened the balcony door.

And just as you turned to kill the lights—

Three quiet knocks at the door.

You pulled the door open, expecting room service.

Instead: five women. Silent. Poised. Beautiful.

ITZY.

Your brain hesitated. You recognized them from the press conference—now dressed in sleek neutrals, like they belonged more in a designer showroom than the hallway of your hotel. No entourage. No cameras.

They walked in without asking.

You stepped back. Blinking.

Yeji moved first, a cool nod like she was used to being first through doors. Ryujin followed, hands in her pockets, casual as hell. Lia glanced at the room, then at you, like she was measuring how much of it you owned. Chaeryeong’s gaze skipped your chest, then dropped fast. Yuna closed the door behind them with a soft click.

No one spoke for a full beat.

You reached for your shirt on instinct. “Uh... can I help you?”

Ryujin smiled, faint. “No need to act surprised. You knew something was coming.”

“I didn’t think it’d be this,” you muttered.

Lia walked to the window. “You’re the game tomorrow.”

Chaeryeong added, “They want you... tired.”

There it was. Clear, shameless. You stared. Not angry. Not scared. Just... stunned.

Yuna leaned on the back of the couch, arms crossed under her chest. “They figured if one of us could... keep you busy tonight, maybe you won’t drop forty.”

You exhaled. “This is a joke, right?”

Yeji stepped forward. “You get to choose,” she said, voice even. “One of us stays. The rest leave.”

Your jaw clenched. “And if I say no?”

Ryujin cocked her head. “You won’t.”

She said it too calm. Like she wasn’t guessing.

Your heart thudded once. Hard.

You looked at each of them. Five stares. Five bodies. Five different types of confidence.

None of them moved.

And you still hadn’t answered.

You crossed your arms. Let the silence stretch.

“I’m not choosing.”

Five pairs of eyes blinked. Subtle shifts. Yeji raised a brow. Lia’s lips parted, surprised. Chaeryeong looked down. Yuna smirked like she expected it.

Ryujin just stared at you. Blank. Focused.

“I don’t need help losing a game,” you said. “And I don’t need someone sent to my room to prove I’m human.”

Nobody moved.

You nodded toward the door. “We’re done here.”

Yeji exhaled and turned first. “Fair enough.”

No drama. No pushback. Just quiet footsteps and the soft snick of the door swinging open. One by one, they walked out.

Except Ryujin.

She didn’t flinch.

You glanced her way. “You forget how doors work?”

She stepped closer. Not enough to threaten. Just enough to be inside your air.

“You’re not scared,” she said. “You’re annoyed.”

You didn’t answer.

“I didn’t want to be part of it,” she added, gaze steady. “Not really. I volunteered because I wanted to see you up close. To see if the hype was real.”

You laughed, dry. “And?”

She looked you over—head to toe, slow and shameless. Then back to your eyes.

“It’s worse than I thought.”

You stared. She didn’t blink.

“I’ll leave if you want,” she said, voice calm. “But I’m not here to seduce you. I’m here because I want to find out what you’re like when nobody’s watching.”

Your heartbeat kicked, sharp.

Still shirtless, you walked to the table, poured water just to have something to do. “You expect me to believe this has nothing to do with the game tomorrow?”

“I don’t care about basketball,” she said.

You turned.

She stood in front of the window now, city lights painting her in neon glow. No makeup tricks. No media smile. Just Ryujin—low voice, loose stance, one corner of her mouth tugged up like she already had your answer.

“I’m not a fan,” she said. “I’m curious.”

You studied her. Long enough that the silence thickened.

Then you nodded once. Just enough.

Ryujin pulled one leg under herself on the couch, fingers laced over her knee. She looked at home. Like this wasn’t the penthouse suite of Seoul’s most expensive hotel. Like she belonged exactly here—with you watching her, trying not to want her.

You sat across from her, water untouched. Every breath a little shallower than the last.

“You really don’t care about the game?” you asked.

She tilted her head. “I care about what happens after.”

That landed heavy between you.

You leaned back. “Why me?”

She didn’t hesitate. “Because you don’t flinch.”

Her eyes dragged across your chest, slow and deliberate.

“Everyone else stares like they’re waiting for you to crack. You stare like you’re already picking out their weak spots.”

You smirked. “You’re analyzing me.”

“Mind if I ask you something?” she said.

You nodded.

“If I hadn’t said anything tonight… if I’d just stayed quiet, sat on this couch—what would you have done?”

You didn’t answer at first. Her eyes didn’t leave yours.

“I would’ve kept watching you. Trying to decide if I was imagining the tension.”

Ryujin smiled. “You weren’t.”

She stood, slow. Walked toward the minibar. You watched the shape of her move, too aware of how little stood between you and the edge.

She poured herself a drink. One finger trailed along the rim of the glass.

“You want one?” she asked.

You shook your head. “I want you to stop playing with me.”

She didn’t turn around. “Who said I’m playing?”

You rose, crossing the floor with measured steps. She felt you close—your height wrapping around her like heat. Her breath hitched.

You didn’t touch her. Not yet.

“You sure you didn’t come here to seduce me?” you asked, voice low.

She glanced over her shoulder. “I came to see what happens when I get too close.”

You stepped closer. Your chest brushed her back. She didn’t pull away.

But you didn’t push.

You let the tension coil between you, tight and humming.

And then you whispered against her ear:

“Keep going. Let’s both find out.”

Ryujin took a slow sip from her glass and leaned back against the counter. The hem of her sweatshirt rose slightly, showing just a slip of her waist. Her eyes lingered low, then climbed back to your face.

“I’ve never been this close to someone built like you,” she said.

You raised an eyebrow. “Tall?”

She smirked. “Tall. Big. American. Black.”

There it was—no filter, no apology. Just curiosity sharpened to a fine, gleaming point.

You held her gaze. “You’re wondering about the stereotype.”

She didn’t deny it. Just stared at your mouth like the answer might come from there.

“You think I’m going to confirm it?” you asked.

She stepped closer. “I think you don’t have to.”

Her voice dropped into something breathy. Something confessional.

“I’ve seen photos,” she said, almost like a dare. “Clips. I’ve heard things. But hearing isn’t the same as…”

She trailed off, eyes flicking down again, her lip caught between teeth.

You moved closer. Close enough that her breath hit your chest.

“And you think if I showed you, you’d be able to sleep tonight?”

Her cheeks flushed—just a flicker—but her stare didn’t waver.

“No,” she whispered. “I think it’d fuck with my head.”

You laughed, low and rough.

She stepped back just slightly, like the distance would help her breathe.

“You’re not even touching me,” she said. “Why does it feel like you already are?”

“Because you want me to,” you said. “And because you’re letting yourself wonder what it’d feel like.”

Her thighs shifted. Subtle. Wanting.

“You want to know how I got here?” she asked.

You didn’t answer. Just watched her—shoulders tight, breath measured, like she was about to jump or confess.

“I didn’t win anything by singing,” she said. “Not really. Not enough.”

She walked to the couch, sat like a dancer—back straight, knees tight, chin lifted. “But when you know how to move… how to look at someone like you already own the room…”

Her sweatshirt slipped off one shoulder. Intentional. Every move was.

“You don’t need to beg for deals,” she said. “You make them beg to sign.”

You stood across from her, arms crossed. “You saying you fucked your way to the top?”

She laughed softly. “No. I made them think I would. That’s all it took.”

She lifted her legs onto the couch. Turned sideways. Bent one knee toward her chest. It pulled her loose shorts higher on her thighs. Every inch was choreography.

“Sometimes,” she whispered, “I’d sit in a director’s lap just long enough to ruin his focus. Whisper things while adjusting my bra. Let fingers slide under a table and stop an inch too soon.”

Her eyes found yours.

“I never had to fuck anyone,” she said. “But I learned exactly how much power a body has—if you know how to use it.”

You stepped forward, slow. Sat across from her, knees nearly touching.

“And you think I’m one of them?” you asked.

She shook her head. “No. You’re not a man who needs tricks. That’s why I want to show you anyway.”

She shifted forward. Placed one hand on your thigh—not bold, not demanding. Just there. A test. Her nails grazed the fabric of your sweats.

“Let me show you what I’ve learned,” she said. “Not for a deal. Not for fame. Just for you.”

You didn’t stop her.

Her fingers slid higher. Her breath hitched.

And then she dropped to her knees between yours, slow as a curtain falling.

Eyes locked to yours.

Mouth parting.

Worship in her posture.

No more teasing.

No more pretending.

You stopped her before she could go further—fingers in her hair, firm.

Ryujin froze on her knees, eyes wide, breath short.

You didn’t speak.

Just leaned down.

And kissed her.

Hard.

It knocked the air from her throat. Her lips opened against yours, soft, then hungry. She melted forward, hands climbing your thighs, fingers curling into your skin like she needed to anchor herself.

You pulled her up by the waist, lifting her into your lap in one smooth motion. Her legs straddled your thighs, sweatshirt rising, skin hot.

She gasped as your hand slid up the inside of her shirt—tracing ribs, the undercurve of one breast. You palmed her through thin fabric, thumb circling her nipple until she moaned.

"You're not ready for this," you murmured into her ear.

"Try me," she whispered.

You slid your sweats down just enough. Her eyes dropped.

And widened.

She swallowed.

"Fuck," she breathed. "It won’t fit—"

"It will," you said, steady. "But only if you stop thinking and start feeling."

You pushed her shorts aside—no panties. She was soaked. She trembled in your lap, breath hitched, hips already shifting.

You lined up. Gripped her hips.

She whimpered as the head pushed against her entrance. Her forehead dropped to your shoulder.

"Too much," she whispered.

You kissed her neck. "Then take it slow."

She lowered herself, one inch at a time.

Her body rolled—slow, unsure, trembling. She gritted her teeth and rocked forward, trying to open wider. You held her still. Guided her hips.

"You want to impress me?" you said against her collarbone. "Then ride me like this is your debut stage."

Her laugh cracked—nervous, breathless. Then she moved.

She slid down further, tight heat dragging every inch.

She cried out—half moan, half disbelief. "I can’t—"

"You’re doing it," you said.

She buried her face in your neck, nails digging into your shoulders. Her hips rolled again, tighter this time. Rhythm building. Skin on skin.

She wasn’t graceful. She was raw. Messy. Desperate.

And it was beautiful.

You held her, lifted into each stroke, let her grind deeper, feel every impossible inch.

“God,” you muttered, voice low. “These are fucking perfect.”

Her mouth twitched into a breathless smile. “You like Asian flavors?”

You grinned. “Didn’t think Korean cuisine would feel this soft.”

She laughed against your mouth—then gasped as you rolled her nipples between your thumbs. Her whole body shivered.

“Oh my god—right there,” she whispered, eyes fluttering.

You leaned forward, mouth brushing the curve of one breast. “You ever let anyone taste you like this?”

She shook her head. "They never… touched them like they mattered."

“They matter now,” you growled.

You sucked one nipple into your mouth—slow, focused, teasing. She cried out, grinding harder on your cock as your tongue circled, teeth grazing gently. You switched to the other, wetter this time, letting her squirm in your lap while her thighs quaked around you.

“You feel everything so deep,” she gasped.

You pressed her down, full length inside her again.

“I want you to feel it in your chest,” you said.

Her lips trembled. Her fingers curled behind your neck.

You moved together—her riding, you thrusting up to meet her, both of you moaning now, louder, breath tangled. The wet sound of your bodies slapping echoed off the walls.

She arched back suddenly, hands braced on your thighs.

“Harder,” she whispered. “Please—I want all of it.”

You gripped her waist. Slammed up into her once. She screamed. Again. Again. Her tits bounced wildly with every stroke, nipples slick and flushed.

“You’re handling me like a fucking champ,” you groaned.

“I’m not done,” she panted. “I want to feel sore. Wrecked.”

You flipped her.

Flat on her back, legs hooked over your arms. You drove in again, deeper now, fucking her slow and hard, watching her face twist—pleasure, disbelief, surrender.

“Never had a black man fuck you like this?” you growled.

She moaned so loud it cracked.

“Never had one, period,” she gasped. “You're ruining me.”

You bent down, kissed her mouth, her neck, her chest—then bit softly over her nipple.

Her body was twitching, lips parted in a moan she couldn’t control, nipples shining from your tongue. Her thighs trembled every time you thrust up into her—deep, thick, stretching her wide enough to leave her gasping.

“Fuck,” she choked, hands pressed flat on your chest. “I—wait—something’s—”

You knew.

You felt it—tight around you, wetter than before, her whole core pulsing.

Then it happened.

Her hips jerked once—twice—and she screamed. Not a polite moan, not a staged gasp. A raw, guttural, high-pitched wail as liquid burst out of her and soaked both of you.

“Oh shit,” you said, eyes wide.

She blinked, dazed, and then looked down.

“Oh my god,” she gasped. “Did I—? I did—”

You both started laughing.

You wiped your face with your forearm, still buried inside her. “Jesus, Ryujin. I thought you were about to pass out.”

She collapsed onto your chest, giggling. “I might. That was—holy shit. Did I just… squirt?”

“You did,” you said, grinning. “Like a fucking geyser.”

She looked mortified. You kissed her anyway.

“Don’t be shy,” you murmured. “That was beautiful.”

She exhaled, messy and breathless, still smiling. “I’ve never—no one’s ever made me—”

You kissed her again. Softer now. She tasted like sweat and heaven.

Then she shifted in your lap, still breathless, and looked down between your bodies.

“You didn’t finish,” she whispered.

You shook your head. “Didn’t want to yet.”

Her hand curled around your jaw, pulling your face to hers. “Tell me how to do it.”

You blinked. “What?”

She grinned. “Teach me.”

She licked once, from base to tip—slow, deliberate. You exhaled through clenched teeth. Her tongue circled the head, then slipped over it like silk. Her lips followed—soft, warm, swallowing you inch by inch.

“Fuck,” you muttered, head tilting back.

She moaned around you, the sound vibrating through your length. Her pace was slow at first, hands resting on your thighs, eyes locked to yours. Every bob of her head was smoother than the last. Deeper. Greedier.

Her spit coated your shaft. She pulled back to stroke it, watching her own hand move with a little awe.

“You feel insane in my mouth,” she said.

“You’re making it hard not to finish.”

She smiled. “That’s the goal.”

She went back down—lips tighter, cheeks hollowed, tongue working every sensitive nerve. You watched her: ponytail swaying, jaw working, throat stretching around you.

You warned her once—voice rough, barely holding back.

“Ryujin, I’m close.”

She pulled off, breathing hard, mouth slick and red.

“No,” she whispered, climbing into your lap. “Not like that.”

You blinked, chest heaving. “What?”

She kissed you hard, then lined you up between her legs again.

“Inside me,” she breathed. “I want to feel it. All of it.”

You grabbed her waist and thrust up—deep. Her mouth fell open. She dropped all the way down with a shuddering moan.

“That’s it,” she panted. “I want to keep it this time.”

You gripped her hips, lifted her up, let her slam down again. Her body clenched around you, tighter now. Hot. Desperate.

You didn’t hold back.

Each thrust shook her. Her tits bounced against your chest. She was babbling now—broken Korean, breathy English, fingers clawing your shoulders.

You warned her again, voice rough. “I’m gonna fill you.”

“Do it.” she gasped. “Please—I want it.”

You came with a growl—hips locked, cock pulsing deep inside her. She cried out as the heat flooded her. Her nails left marks. Her breath staggered.

But she didn’t get off.

Not in the emotional sense.

Not yet.

She stayed straddling your lap, hips resting against yours. You felt her shift—just a little.

You flinched.

“Too much?” she whispered, eyes wide and innocent.

You nodded. “Sensitive.”

She rolled her hips again.

Your whole body jerked.

“Still so full,” she said softly, like it was a compliment. “Still hard enough.”

You groaned. “You’re gonna kill me.”

She smiled—and started moving.

Slow at first. Lazy. Just the barest grind.

Your cock was softening, but still thick, still inside her. Her warmth kept you there, her slick body teasing you without mercy.

Your thighs trembled.

“Fuck, Ryujin…”

She leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “You shouldn’t have let me stay.”

You blinked.

She kissed the shell of your ear. “You really thought I came here for fun?”

You opened your mouth—but she rolled again, deep. You gasped instead.

“I told you I volunteered,” she whispered. “What I didn’t say… was why.”

You were dizzy. Sensitive. Helpless.

She rode you with soft, deep strokes now, not fast, just steady. Every nerve in your cock lit up. Your whole body was trembling, too wrung out to fight it.

“You’re not playing tomorrow,” she said gently. “You’re not going to move.”

You tried to grab her waist, slow her down. She caught your hands and pinned them to your chest.

“You think you’re still in control?” she teased. “Sweet.”

Your hips twitched. You were barely inside her now—just the head—and she still worked you like she owned you.

“I made you come inside me,” she whispered. “Made you spill every drop. And now I’m keeping you here.”

You groaned. You couldn’t stop her.

“You’re twitching,” she giggled. “Are you gonna cry?”

You laughed—breathless. “You’re fucking evil.”

Her eyes softened. “You loved it.”

You did.

You hated how much you did.

She leaned down, kissed your jaw. “Sleep, starboy. Tomorrow’s game’s canceled.”

She kept moving. You couldn't stop shaking.

And then… you went under.

You woke to warmth. Soft skin. Bare thighs straddling your hips.

And Ryujin’s nipple brushing your lips.

You blinked, disoriented.

She giggled, already grinding slow, teasing, like she hadn’t just ridden you into unconsciousness hours ago.

“Rise and shine,” she whispered. “Literally.”

You groaned. Your body ached in places you didn’t know could ache. She rolled her hips, and you twitched—half hard, half helpless.

“Ten rounds,” she said softly, tapping her chest. “One for each time you finish today.”

She leaned in, slipped her nipple between your lips.

You sucked.

She moaned, arching against you, hand braced on your chest. “You ditch the game,” she whispered, “you get both tits and the rest of the buffet.”

You looked up, dazed. “You’re serious.”

“Totally.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What if I want just two rounds?”

Her smile turned slow and wicked. “Still worth it.”

Your phone buzzed on the nightstand.

You looked at her. Then at her chest, rising and falling against your mouth.

You grabbed the phone, turned it off.

Then stood up—naked, cock rising, muscles shaking.

She clapped, beaming.

And then—

A second knock at the door.

You froze.

It opened on its own.

Yeji stepped in first, hair loose, wearing nothing but a silk shirt and that same unreadable smile from two nights ago.

“Game’s canceled, huh?” she purred.

Lia followed, in boyshorts and a lace bra. “Good. Now we get to play.”

Chaeryeong peeked in from behind them, blushing, holding a tray of food—actual food—but her eyes said something else.

Yuna walked in last, stretched like a cat, wearing Ryujin’s discarded hoodie. She winked. “We brought dessert.”

You stood there stunned—naked, hard, marked by Ryujin’s bites.

And five idols stood before you, all in various states of undress, all with the same look in their eyes:

Hungry.

Ryujin leaned into your ear. “Full Asian course meal, starboy.”

Yeji blew you a kiss.

And the door clicked shut behind them.

----- m night shyamalan twist ahha

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sheerfreesia007 · 4 months ago

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Love Touched

Pairing: Jeongin x Reader

Word count: 2,254

Content warnings: Soft smut, MDNI, Fluff, insecurities

Summary: Jeongin wasn’t known for liking skinship and he’s always wondered if that bothers you since you’re dating him. One night at a party he gets his answer and decides to show you how grateful he is for you.

A/N: Divider was created by @enchanthings-a, thank you for sharing your dividers with tumblr!

The party is loud and chaotic as soon as the two of you walk into the large suite, Jeongin guides you into the suite with a steady hand resting on your lower back and you smile up at him over your shoulder. He had been invited to the party by Chaeryeong last week and had asked her if it would be alright to bring you as his date, which had earned him some well intentioned teasing from the woman which he had taken in stride but she had agreed that it would great to have you come as well. He had hoped to spend some time with you at the party just dancing and enjoying being with each other which he is excited to do. He grins down at you before hearing Changbin call out both of your names, turning his head to his hyung he feels your eyes following his movement before you turn to look at Changbin with a bright smile on your face.

”You guys were able to make it!” Changbin cried out as he walked over with Chaeryeong who was rolling her eyes at him scolding him for trying to be the host when that was her job. Jeongin watches as Chaeryeong excitedly embraces you in a tight hug before a loud squeal fills the air and soon the rest of the members of Itzy are embracing you in a welcoming hug. Lia turns to Jeongin with a soft smile and hopeful eyes as she wraps an arm around your shoulders.

“Innie, you don’t mind if we steal your girl for a little bit do you?” she asks sweetly and the rest of the girls all look at him hopefully. You frown softly from next to Lia and you begin to open your mouth to say something about it but Jeongin smiles widely at the girls before shaking his head.

“Of course not. As long as you bring her back to me later.” he says teasingly and your eyes connect with his worriedly but he smiles at you softly and shyly. “If you get bored you can always come find me.” he tells you and you smile brightly at him before reaching out and grabbing his hand gently and squeezing it quickly.

“As if she’d get bored of us.” Yuna gripes out and you laugh happily at your friends.

“You’d be surprised.” you tease her and Changbin bursts out laughing along with Jeongin as the girls pull you away from them arguing that you could never get bored of them and that it wasn’t allowed. Jeongin silently watches as you walk further into the party before Changbin nudges him gently with his shoulder.

“She’ll be fine with the girls. C’mon let’s go over to the boys. I think Seungmin is getting on Chan’s nerves and he’s about to blow up on our pup.” Changbin says knowingly and Jeongin grins while nodding his head at his hyung before darting his eyes in the direction that you had disappeared. He knew that his desire for spending time with you would have to wait, which was disappointing but he couldn’t monopolize your time. It had been a busy week this past week and he hadn’t been able to get his fill of you on his off hours but he knew he would have you for the rest of tonight even if you didn’t get a lot of time together at the party. But he figured he would be able to get more time with you later on, he was happy to give you time with your girlfriends if that meant you would wind up at his side later and he would be able to get at least one dance with you.

As he and Changbin moved through the party Jeongin started to notice a bunch of different couples wrapped up in each other and he wondered if you noticed them too while here. He knew that it had been a shock to you when you first started dating that he wasn’t a big fan of skinship and didn’t cuddle with you a lot of the time. But after dating you for almost a whole year he liked to think that he had softened up to you and enjoying being close to you when you were together and you hadn’t ever rushed or pressured him for more than what he was willing to give you which made him love you all the more and was grateful for your patience with him. As his eyes stayed glued to a couple where the guy had an arm wrapped low around his girlfriend’s waist and was pressing kisses into the skin of her neck lazily, Jeongin wondered if he’d ever be comfortable to do something like that out in public with you.

Just as he was silently slipping further into his head someone grabbed his arm causing him to frown softly at the person before turning his head to see Seungmin staring at him with wide eyes. Jeongin darted his eyes behind his best friend and saw Chan scowling at the younger man.

“You have to help me. Channie hyung is being unreasonable.” Seungmin pleaded and Jeongin chuckled at his best friend before nodding his head at him.

It’s an hour later and Jeongin looks around the party with a slight frown on his face, you hadn’t come to find him at all since you both arrived at the party and he was starting to feel upset by that fact. The boys are still hanging out together but Jeongin only wants to be with you right now. So standing from his seat on the couch next to Hyunjin, who whines softly at the disruption, he starts looking around the party to see if he could find you.

“Uh-oh, it looks like the Maknae wants to be with his girl now.” Felix teases softly and Jeongin scoffs at him as Jisung cries out loudly in an offended tone.

“Are we not good enough for you?!” he calls out and Jeongin looks at him with a disgusted look on his face.

“Of course you’re not.” Jeongin snips out, making the boys all laugh loudly as Jisung pouts at him. “I’ll be back.” he says over his shoulder before he starts walking through the party looking for you.It takes him a little bit of time to find you but he finally does in a corner of the suite with the members of Itzy. He’s standing behind the couch that you’re sitting on with Yuna and Chaeryeong chatting when he overhears Chaeryeong’s question to you.

“So is it hard to be dating someone who doesn’t like skinship as much as you?” Chaeryeong asks and Jeongin freezes as dread fills his stomach. He knows he shouldn’t be eavesdropping but there’s a curiosity deep within him that wants to know if you regret dating him because of this issue. He watches silently as you look over at Chaeryeong with a pensive look on your face for a brief moment before you tilt your head to the side and open your mouth to answer her.

“At first it was difficult because I’m used to having a decent amount of skinship between me and others. And when I started dating Innie he didn’t like it so that was hard.” you admit as your eyebrows furrow slightly and Jeongin feels a pit form in his stomach. He didn’t want to be difficult to date and would be devastated if you ever decided to break up with him over it, as a feeling of sorrow began to wash over him you surprised him and caught his attention by speaking up again. “But I love him and I’m willing to wait for however long it takes him to grow comfortable enough with me to like skinship. And since we’ve started dating he has grown more comfortable with me and does like cuddling when we’re together. It’s not very often but it does happen and I like to think that’s what makes it more special for me. It’s showing me that he cares for me more and more each time he does ask for hugs and cuddles.” you tell them and Jeongin feels the pit suddenly dissolve in his stomach and his heart thuds rapidly in his chest while his whole body melts at your confession. “He loves me in his own way and shows me that in other ways than touching.” you say with a soft adoring smile on your face. “I miss him. I’m going to go find him.” you tell the girls and suddenly stand from the couch as they whine and groan about you leaving them. You scoff softly at them with a soft smirk on your face. “I need to go find my boyfriend and give him a kiss.” you tell them dismissively before turning to walk past the couch. When you look up your eyes widen as they spot him and Jeongin steps forward grabbing onto your hand and dragging you away from your friends.

The two of you are silent as he weaves in and out of the crowd of people until he finds a small bathroom far from the middle of the suite. He pulls you in and closes the door behind you before he’s pressing you against it and crowding you in his arms. He grinds his hips up against yours as your back is pressed up against the door and you moan softly at his actions. His lips capture yours in a hot messy kiss that’s all hot wet tongue and teeth that nip at your pretty lips. Jeongin feels absolutely feral for you after your confession to the girls, he feels the all consuming need to show you that he loves you just as much as you love him and that he’s grateful for you and your patience with him.

Suddenly your leg shifts and your thigh grazes his crotch causing Jeongin to let out a wild cry against your mouth. One of his hands slides down the bathroom door where he had been pressing his hand into the wood to cage you in before hooking underneath your knee and hiking your leg up over his hip. With the new position he’s able to slot his body between your open thighs and you whimper into his mouth when you feel how hard he’s gotten for you. Your cute little skirt falls up towards your hips and Jeongin pulls away from your mouth to look down at your underwear and groans loudly as he sees that you’re wearing his favorite lacy soft green pair with all the lace flowers on it.

Consumed with his desire for you Jeongin quickly undoes his jeans just enough to slip himself out of them. The sigh of himself laying bare against your lace underwear nearly makes him cum but he manages to calm himself slightly before his fingers are slipping your panties to the side and he’s lining himself up with your entrance. He looks up at you and stares into your eyes feeling too far gone for any words, when he sees you nod at him as your hands pull him in for another heated kiss he groans into it while slipping inside of you.

His pace is frantic and oh so desperate as he bucks and thrusts against you. The feeling of your wet walls sucking him in is heaven to him and he knows he’ll never grow tired of the feeling. He’s panting into your open mouth as his orgasm begins to build and build within him. Your hands move to card through his messy hair and he stares into your eyes with a clouded wild gaze. He’s whining loudly as he continues to drive the two of you towards your highs.

Your head falls back against the door as you let out a delicious sultry moan after a particularly hard thrust from him and Jeongin starts to feel your walls clamping down on him. His eyes focus long enough on yours as you stare at him while resting your head and you quickly nod your head.

“I know Innie. I love you too baby. I can wait no matter how long.” you coo at him and Jeongin slams his hips up into you while whining loudly as his mouth hangs open. Your walls clamp down on him like a vice and Jeongin is lost to the pleasure of your body, his release filling you with delicious heat as he buries himself inside of you.

When he comes down from his high he slowly slips out of you and helps you clean yourself before righting your clothes. He stands in front of you still crowding you against the door as his eyes stare into yours imploringly. You cup his face and pull him in for a sweet soft loving kiss that he eagerly reciprocates with a hungry one of his own.

“I love you and I am so grateful and thankful for you.” he says softly to you and your eyes crinkle with delight and love as you beam up at him. He wraps his arms around you tightly burying his face in your neck and kissing the sweaty skin there before licking a wide stripe up to your ear which makes you squeal. “Can we go home now? I want to cuddle.” he asks you and you happily nod your head at him before leading him out of the bathroom to say goodbye to all of your friends.

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The Game of Dangerous Desires

Itzy's Shin Yuna and Hwang Yeji x Male reader

Part 2 of A Dragons Deal with the Princess

Previously

Yeji swallowed hard, her mouth dry, heart pounding as she stood there, torn between protecting her relationship and the fear gnawing at her insides. The pill bottle seemed to mock her, a constant reminder of the impossible choice that weighed on her heart.

And then, in the silence of the room, Yeji made her choice. Without another word, she stepped forward and reached for the bottle sealing her fate.

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The princess had a smug smile on her face as Yeji angrily took the bottle from her hand. Popping a pill into her mouth, she grabbed a nearby water bottle to wash it down, the bitterness matching the taste of her regret.

“So what’s your plan? Seduce him? He would never cheat on me,” Yeji spat, her voice shaking with anger and fear.

“Oh, unnie.” Yuna's tone dripped with amusement, her confidence unnerving. “Do you really think I haven’t thought it through? I don’t want to spoil the surprise, but just be ready. A week from now.” Yuna winked, adding, “Keep your phone close, I’ll send the details soon.”

“What’s stopping me from telling him everything?” Yeji countered, desperation lacing her words. “If he knows what you’re planning, he’ll avoid you.”

Yuna pulled out her phone, her eyes gleaming wickedly as she hit play on a voice recording. Yeji’s breath caught in her throat as the unmistakable sounds of her own moans filled the air.

"Nnngh... Y/N... It feels strange... I'm stuffed so full of you..."

"A-Ah! There! Please Y/N, right there—Ffuuuck!"

"Yeji, you take my cock so well, baby. Your pussy feels incredible. You like this, don’t you?"

"Yes, yes, I love it! It's so good, don’t stop!"

Yeji’s heart sank. The vivid memory of last night’s passion replayed through the speakers. She could hear every thump, every breathy gasp as if reliving it all over again.

“You... you were here the whole time?” Yeji stammered, horrified.

“I heard it all, every moan… every word...every... single... thrust,” Yuna said slowly, stepping closer with a predatory gleam in her eyes.

Yeji felt trapped, crushed under the weight of her own helplessness as Yuna finally gestured for her to leave. Feeling sick, Yeji stumbled out of the room, her heart twisting painfully. Would Y/N really fall for Yuna? Could he be seduced so easily? Her thoughts raced as she returned to her room, her gaze falling on Y/N’s sleeping form, clutching the pillow where she had lain just hours before.

Her stomach churned at the thought of him in Yuna’s hands, the image of them together too much to bear. What if Yuna was right? What if he did choose her, lured by her confidence and experience? What if she wasn’t enough?

Later, the girls gathered around the dining table, chatting casually as they ate breakfast. Yeji sat in silence, her mind a whirlwind, barely able to stomach the food in front of her. Yuna, sitting beside her, wore a smug grin, the tension thick in the air between the eldest and the youngest..

“Yeji unnie, what did you do yesterday? You never mentioned it,” Chaeryeong asked innocently, mid-slurp of her ramen.

Yuna's eyes sparkled as she leaned in. “Yeah, unnie, what did you get up to?” Her voice was laced with teasing, her power in the situation almost tangible.

Before Yeji could respond, the door to her room opened, and Y/N stepped out, looking fresh from a shower. To the others, it seemed like a regular morning after a sleepover, but the truth hung heavy between Yeji and Yuna.

“Oh, Y/N, you're here! Want to join us?” Lia said cheerfully, ever kind to him because Yeji constantly gushed about happy he makes her.

Y/N smiled politely and took a seat in the empty spot at the table. To his left was Ryujin, and to his right, Chaeryeong. Across from him sat Yeji, with Lia and Yuna sandwiching her. As the conversation swirled around him, Y/N quietly ate his cereal, but something soon caught his attention. He felt something soft brushing against his leg—a light caress. He smirked to himself, recalling the passionate night he’d had with Yeji.

Is she really still in the mood?

The touch on his leg grew more insistent, sliding higher. He glanced at Yeji, a knowing smile on his lips, assuming she was teasing him. She was good at keeping a straight face—it was almost like she wasn’t doing anything at all. The sensation pressed harder against his crotch, and his heart skipped a beat, his mind flashing back to their intimate moments.

Y/N’s eyes darted downward but something felt… off. Yeji hadn’t painted her toenails that morning, had she? His pulse quickened when he realized the angle of the foot wasn’t right—it wasn’t coming directly from Yeji, but from beside her. His gaze snapped to Yuna, and in that moment, she locked eyes with him. A sly smirk tugged at the corners of her lips, and she winked.

Panic surged through him. He choked on his cereal, coughing and swatting the foot away from him under the table. Yeji immediately looked at him with concern, clueless as to what had just happened, while Yuna leaned back casually, enjoying the chaos she had caused.

Y/N quickly finished his meal, wiping his mouth and muttering a quick thank you to the girls before grabbing Yeji’s hand. “Can you come with me for a second?” he asked, trying to mask his unease with a forced smile. The girls giggled, teasing Yeji about how much Y/N needed her by his side.

But once they were alone in Yeji’s room, the playful atmosphere vanished. “Uh, I don’t know how to say this, but… I think Yuna was flirting with me just now. Like, under the table,” he said, his voice low, trying to make sense of the situation.

Yeji’s stomach dropped. Yuna had promised one week. What is she doing? Her phone buzzed in her hand. Trembling, she opened the message.

Yeji stared at the text from Yuna, her stomach churning. The first of many demands, and Y/N was already sensing something. Panic surged through her, her mind spinning as she read

Rule 1: Y/N will not know about anything. You have to play the dumb girlfriend card.

She swallowed hard, her heart thudding painfully in her chest. "Yuna... flirting with you?" she repeated, her voice trembling slightly before she forced herself to laugh, a shaky, hollow sound. "Babe, you’re overthinking it. Yuna would never do that! She’s like a little sister to me, and she adores you—but, like, in a friendly way."

Y/N’s brow furrowed, and the skepticism on his face made Yeji’s chest tighten even more. His eyes searched hers, confused, questioning. He didn’t believe her. She could feel it. And why would he? She was lying to him. The man she loved more than anything, the one she had given everything to last night, and now... now she had to deceive him.

"But her foot—" Y/N began, his voice trailing off.

Yeji’s pulse quickened. She couldn’t let him finish that thought. If he doubted her now, everything would fall apart. "It was probably an accident," she cut in quickly, forcing a smile that felt foreign on her lips. She reached out, grasping his arm, squeezing it as if trying to ground herself. "You know how playful she is. She was probably just stretching or moving around, and it felt weird, that’s all."

Her words sounded hollow to her own ears, but she pushed on, hoping he wouldn’t see through her act. Her heart felt like it was being torn apart with every lie she spoke. This was Y/N—the man who trusted her, the man who held her after making love to her for the first time. And here she was, lying to his face.

Y/N hesitated, his eyes narrowing slightly, his confusion deepening. Yeji’s chest constricted painfully. She couldn’t let him keep thinking about it. She had to make him believe.

"Come on," she coaxed, her voice softening as she leaned into him, pressing her forehead against his, trying to hide the tears welling up in her eyes. "You’re just tired from last night, right? I wore you out." She forced a giggle, the sound unnatural, like it didn’t belong to her at all. Her insides were twisting into knots, the guilt nearly choking her, but she had to keep going.

Y/N didn’t respond immediately, his gaze still distant, replaying the events in his mind. Yeji’s heart raced. She hated this. She hated lying to him. It felt like poison in her veins, the weight of Yuna’s control over her crushing her spirit.

"Maybe I’m just being paranoid..." he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck, though doubt still lingered in his eyes.

Yeji clung to that small sliver of doubt and seized it. "Exactly!" she chimed, trying to infuse her voice with lightness even though her insides felt like they were crumbling. She pulled him close, wrapping her arms around his neck as she fought to keep her hands from trembling. "You’ve got nothing to worry about. I know you. You’d never let something like that happen, and Yuna isn’t that kind of person."

She kissed him then, desperate to erase the lingering suspicion. It was a soft, lingering kiss, but it tasted like betrayal to her. Every second of it filled her with more guilt. "Let’s just forget about it, okay? I trust you, and you trust me, right?" Her voice cracked slightly on the last word, but she prayed he wouldn’t notice.

Y/N paused for a moment longer, the weight of her words settling in. He looked into her eyes, searching for truth. Yeji’s heart pounded, her breath caught in her throat as she waited.

"Yeah…" he finally said, sighing deeply. "I trust you."

Yeji smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. Relief washed over her, but it was tinged with a sickening feeling that lodged in her chest like a stone. She had done it—she had successfully gaslit him, just as Yuna had demanded. But as Y/N wrapped his arms around her and held her close, all she could think about was how wrong it felt. How every lie had driven a wedge between them, one she couldn’t undo.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Her words were meant for him, but they felt more like an apology, a plea for forgiveness she didn’t deserve.

"I love you," Y/N murmured back, his voice warm, comforting, everything she longed for. He held her tighter, but all Yeji could feel was the guilt gnawing at her, eating away at the foundation of their love.

"I love you too," she whispered, her voice shaking. Tears stung the corners of her eyes as she rested her head on his chest, her heart breaking under the weight of her betrayal. Yuna’s game had only just begun, and Yeji was already drowning in it.

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Yuna was one step closer to what she had been craving for. Her desires had become an obsession, and she knew exactly how to get what she wanted. Yuna had texted Yeji to make sure Y/N came over more often. Yeji, feeling trapped, reluctantly agreed, mentioning it to Y/N as, of course he agreed, more time with his girlfriend is always better.

At the same time, Yuna's twisted game began to evolve. The ruleset had been finished. She texted Yeji the updates:

Rule 2: "Tell Y/N not to cum until the day. No sex, no masturbation. I need him pent up."

Rule 3: "When D-Day comes, seduce him at his place. Make him agree to wear a blindfold and get tied to the bed. I don't care how you do it"

Rule 4: "Once he's bound, let me in. You can’t interfere, no matter what happens."

Rule 5: "Sit in the corner and watch. Don’t make a sound. You need to suffer like I did, you need to feel what I felt that night when I heard you two.

As the countdown to the dreaded day had started every moment seemed to stretch out painfully for Yeji. The tension in the air was almost tangible as Yuna's subtle advances grew bolder, and Y/N's once-solid relationship with Yeji was slowly being strained. It all began innocently, but by the end of the week, nothing would be the same.

On Day One, everything seemed relatively normal, but Y/N noticed a slight shift in the dynamic. After Yeji’s dance practice, Yuna appeared at the studio, casually walking in like she had every right to be there. At first, it felt natural—after all, Yuna and Yeji were close, and Y/N had hung out with both of them countless times.

But something felt different that day. Yuna lingered by the mirrors longer than usual, her eyes always seeming to find Y/N when she thought he wasn’t looking. After practice, Y/N was about to leave when Yuna suddenly offered him a hug. He hesitated for a moment—this wasn’t something they did often—but figured it was harmless. When Yuna’s arms wrapped around him, it felt just a little too tight, a little too long. He could feel her breath against his neck, and for a moment, he thought he felt her hand brush lower down his back than it should have.

He pulled away, awkwardly laughing it off. “You’re extra friendly today,” he said, trying to sound casual. Yuna just smiled, a mysterious glint in her eyes, as Yeji approached with her gym bag.

Yeji noticed the interaction but said nothing, offering Y/N a kiss goodbye before he left. That night, as Y/N lay in bed, he couldn’t shake the strange feeling that Yuna’s hug hadn’t been as innocent as it seemed. He pushed the thought aside, though, convinced he was reading too much into things.

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Day Two started much the same, with Y/N sitting in the corner of the practice room, sipping his water while the girls rehearsed. But again something was different this time. Yuna made more frequent eye contact with him during practice, catching his attention every time she moved. When a break was called, Yuna made her way straight toward him.

“Y/N, what do you think of the choreography? Am I hitting all the beats?” Yuna asked sweetly, standing close enough that her presence felt overbearing.

Y/N shuffled uncomfortably. “Yeah, it looks great. You’re really talented.”

Yuna smiled in a way that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Thanks. I’ve been working hard on it. Maybe I’ll show you the routine up close sometime.”

Later as practice ended, Y/N was getting ready to leave when Yuna popped up beside him, her hand resting on his arm. “Leaving so soon? Why don’t you hang out with us a bit?” she asked, her fingers lingering on his skin. Y/N tensed up, feeling the unease rise within him.

“Nah, I’ve got stuff to do,” he replied, gently pulling away.

“Come on, don’t be boring,” Yuna teased, her voice lower. She stepped closer, her arm brushing against his. Y/N shifted uncomfortably, glancing around for Yeji, who was deep in conversation with the choreographer. He quickly came up with an excuse and left with a hurry.

That night, Y/N mentioned the encounter to Yeji. “Yuna’s been acting... different lately,” he said, scratching the back of his head. “It’s like she’s always around, and I don’t know—it’s weird.”

Yeji chuckled, waving it off. “Yuna? She’s always been like that. She’s just friendly.” Her smile was reassuring, but Y/N couldn’t shake the discomfort settling in his chest.

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Day Three saw Yuna growing bolder. This time, she didn’t just accidently show up to Y/N and Yejis, alone time; she actively inserted herself into Y/N’s space. While Yeji practiced to herself during a break, Yuna stuck to Y/N like glue, sitting close to him on the benches and making playful comments about how hard the girls were working. She laughed easily, leaning into him every chance she got.

When Y/N tried to create some distance, she found subtle ways to close it. If he moved to the other end of the bench, Yuna would “casually” scoot over too, laughing about how cramped the space was. She even brushed her hand over his thigh at one point, and Y/N felt his entire body tense. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore the way Yuna’s fingers lingered for just a beat too long.

When practice ended and it was time to leave, Yuna insisted on walking out with him. “I’ll walk you to your car,” she said, almost like it wasn’t a questionable act. Y/N didn’t know how to decline without being rude, so he agreed. As they reached his car, Yuna smiled, her eyes locked on his. “You’re fun to hang out with, Y/N,” she said, her tone soft but laced with something deeper. She stepped closer, leaning in for another hug. This time, Y/N stiffened, feeling her body press against his in a way that Yuna planned to make him feel every inch of her chest.

He mumbled a quick goodbye and got into his car, watching as Yuna waved, her eyes never leaving him.

That night, Y/N brought it up to Yeji again. “Seriously, I think Yuna’s acting weird. She’s... I don’t know. She’s touchy and not like a touchy friend.”

But once again, Yeji brushed it off, her expression unreadable. “You’re overthinking it, babe. Yuna’s always been like that.”

But Y/N wasn’t so sure anymore.

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On Day Four Yuna started texting Y/N throughout the day. It wasn’t unusual for them to message occasionally mainly for updates on Yeji but the frequency of her texts had increased dramatically. She sent a casual “How’s your day?” messages that quickly turned into flirty comments. “You looked really good today 😉,” one text read. Y/N stared at his phone, feeling his stomach drop.

He tried to ignore the texts, replying with short answers and hoping she’d get the hint, but Yuna was persistent. He showed up at the dorms again, and this time Yuna made no effort to hide her intentions. She sat close to Y/N, her body pressed against his as they watched a movie with Yeji. Every time Y/N shifted to create space, Yuna closed the gap, her thigh brushing against his.

Y/N could feel his pulse quickening, the discomfort growing with every passing second. He glanced at Yeji, hoping she’d say something, but she remained quiet, her eyes fixed on the screen.

When Y/N finally got up to leave, Yuna followed him to the door, smiling sweetly. “Leaving already? Stay a little longer,” she said, her voice dripping with false innocence. She leaned in, her hand grazing his arm as she whispered, “We could have fun.”

Y/N’s heart raced. He forced a chuckle, pulling away. “I really have to go,” he muttered, practically bolting out the door.

He couldn’t sleep. The tension between him and Yeji was growing, and Yuna’s actions were getting bolder by the day. Something was seriously wrong, but Y/N felt trapped, unsure of how to handle the situation.

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By Day Five, Y/N was on edge. The week had felt like a slow descent into madness, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that something terrible was about to happen. Yuna’s behavior had escalated—now she was constantly touching him, finding excuses to stand close, and making suggestive comments that left Y/N feeling more uncomfortable than ever.

He tried talking to Yeji again, hoping for some clarity, but she remained dismissive. “Yuna’s just being Yuna,” she said, her tone flat. “You’re making a big deal out of nothing.”

But Y/N knew it wasn’t nothing. The strain in his relationship with Yeji was palpable, and every time he tried to address it, she deflected, leaving Y/N feeling more isolated than ever.

That afternoon Y/N was once again in the practice room, watching as ITZY rehearsed. His eyes wandered over to Yuna, and he noticed something different—she was wearing revealing clothing, far more daring than her usual practice attire. It was nothing like what she typically wore around the group. As she stood in front of the mirror, she caught sight of Y/N behind her, their eyes meeting through the reflection.

Without breaking eye contact, Yuna began to stretch. She bent over slowly letting get a good look of her plump cheeks then spreading her legs wide doing the splits as she dropped to the floor, her ass recoiling from the impact, all while keeping her gaze locked on Y/N. Her expression was unreadable, but the deliberate nature of her actions was clear. He followed her eyes as she started to survey his body, eventually locking onto his crotch. Y/N’s pulse quickened as he shifted uncomfortably, feeling the tension build in the room.

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By Day Six, Y/N couldn’t take it anymore. The entire week had been a slow, torturous buildup to something he couldn’t quite put into words. That evening, after another tense interaction with Yuna, Y/N finally snapped. He confronted Yeji, his voice tight with frustration.

“I don’t know what’s going on with Yuna, but this has to stop,” he said, pacing the room. “I’ve tried to ignore it, I’ve tried to talk to you about it, but you keep brushing it off. how could you, my girlfriend be so okay with someone actively trying to steal me away from you.?”

Yeji sighed, rubbing her temples. “Y/N, you’re blowing this out of proportion.”

“I’m not!” Y/N’s voice was louder than he intended, his emotions spilling over. “She’s been all over me, and you’re acting like it’s no big deal. What’s going on, Yeji? Why won’t you just talk to me?”

Yeji’s eyes flickered with something—guilt? shame?—but she quickly masked it. “Look, I’ll talk to her, okay? Just... let it go for now.”

But Y/N couldn’t just let it go. The tension between him and Yeji felt like a ticking time bomb, and he had no idea how to defuse it.

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Finally, on Day Seven, the dreaded day arrived. The countdown had reached its end, and everything was set in motion. Y/N, exhausted from the emotional toll of the week, hadn’t seen Yuna all day, which gave him a false sense of security. He hoped maybe the worst had passed. When Yeji arrived at his home, the tension between them was palpable, hanging heavy in the air like a storm about to break.

She kissed him softly, a lingering touch that held more sadness than passion. Y/N could feel her hesitation, as if she were holding something back.

“I’m so sorry,” Yeji whispered, her voice trembling, filled with remorse and guilt. She looked down, unable to meet his eyes, her hands fidgeting nervously. “I’ve let things get out of control, and I don’t know how to fix it… but I just want us to be okay again.”

Y/N stared at her, his heart aching. He wanted to believe her, to trust that everything could go back to normal, but the unease from the past week was still gnawing at him. He let out a heavy sigh, nodding slowly.

“Yeah… me too,” he said softly, though doubt flickered in his chest.

Yeji offered a small smile, trying to mask the anxiety she felt. “Let’s try something new tonight, okay?”

Yeji had been unusually insistent throughout the evening, her demeanor shifting between light teasing and something more serious. When she suggested that they use the guest bedroom for the night, her tone carried a weight that caught Y/N off guard. Still, he agreed, hoping that maybe this was her way of trying to bridge the gap between them, to reignite something that had felt distant recently.

As they moved through the hallway toward the room, Y/N couldn’t help but notice the tension in Yeji's posture. Her heart pounded in her chest, but she did her best to play it off as casual curiosity.

"I saw something online the other day..." she said, her voice soft yet steady as she led him inside. “I thought we could try it out.”

Before Y/N could respond, Yeji produced a blindfold and a length of rope from behind her back, her hands trembling slightly as she handed them over. Her eyes flickered with both nervousness and excitement. Y/N raised an eyebrow, caught off guard by the gesture, but something in her gaze held him in place, intrigued.

“You want me to tie you up?” Y/N asked with a chuckle, his suspicion softening as he saw it as a playful suggestion.

But Yeji shook her head, “No, I want to try it on you.”

Y/N hesitated for a moment but nodded. “Okay... if that’s what you want, but you know, you don't have to do this for me to accept your apology”

“I know, this is just a little extra”

They started to undress, the atmosphere filled with an odd mix of tension and desire. Yeji, aching for his touch but bound by the rules Yuna had set, felt a pit in her stomach. She tied his limbs to the four corners of the bed, securing each one tightly. Y/N laughed lightly, feeling the unfamiliar sensation of restraint.

“I'm not used to this... But if you’re into it, I’ll give it a shot,” he said, trying to ease the growing tension between them.

Yeji tied the final knot, making sure no one, not even Y/N can get out as Yuna had instructed. She stepped back, looking at Y/N—vulnerable and exposed. Her heart twisted with guilt, but she reminded herself of the plan.playfully leaning to his ear she whispered, “I'll be back”, she then left the bedroom, her footsteps heavy as she walked toward the front door.

There, Yuna stood waiting, her face lit with an eager smile. Everything had fallen into place. The prize she had been craving was just a few steps away.

Yuna entered the house with a confident stride, walking straight into the guest room, her eyes fixed on Y/N, he was blindfolded and restrained on the bed as she wanted, unaware of what was about to unfold. Yuna crept into the room, her eyes greedily drinking in the sight of his vulnerable form. A wicked grin spread across her face as she approached the bed, licking her lips in anticipation.

"Yeji?" Y/N called out, mistaking Yuna's presence for his girlfriend's return. "You're back already? That was quick."

Yuna didn't respond, too focused on her prize. She knelt on the bed, her fingers lightly tracing along his skin, causing Y/N to shiver. Slowly, she lowered her head, taking half him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around him expertly, as her jaw was stretching. Y/N let out a soft groan.

"Oh wow... Yeji, that feels... so good," he murmured, tilting his head back against the pillow. "Where did you learn this?"

Yeji's heart clenched at his words. Of course, he doesn't recognize my touch, she thought bitterly. I've never given him a proper blowjob, and now Yuna is stealing that experience from me. Yuna however, smirked, knowing Y/N was already hooked on the sensation of her mouth on him.

Y/N, sensitive from the week of build-up, felt himself nearing the edge from the veteran moves that his "girlfriend" was doing. "I'm close," he muttered, unaware of the real situation.

Yuna paused, smirking as she denied him release, his limbs tugging at the ropes. She wasn't going to let him waste all that build-up just anywhere. No, she wanted every last drop to stuff her to the brim.

Straddling him, she positioned herself over his hardness, locking eyes with Yeji, who sat paralyzed in the corner. Slowly, Yuna lowered herself onto him, inch by inch, letting out an unexpected squeal as he filled her completely.

The sheer size of him made her body wince, even though she was experienced. Y/N was a different beast, for the first time since she lost her virginity, she could feel some pain in her core. She glanced down, marveling at the way he stretched her to the limit, his outline visible against her stomach. This moment, this conquest, had been all she could think about since that day in the car and now, Y/N was hers.

The maknae locked eyes with her leader, seeing a mixture of rage and heartbreak in Yeji's gaze as she began to move. One of the people Yeji trusted most was now claiming what should have been hers alone. The sounds of their bodies moving together filled the room, while Yeji sat there, helpless, forced to watch the person she loved being taken by someone else.

Yuna couldn't believe it. Finally, she had gotten her chance with this monster and she was determined to make the most of it. Fuck, he's reaching places I never knew was possible, she thought, running her hands along his chest. Yuna stared at Yeji over in the corner, smirking at the sheer agony and betrayal she saw reflected back at her. The knowledge that she was stealing something precious, something that belonged to Yeji alone, for some reason fueled her desire.

Y/N groaned beneath her, his fingers digging into the bed as he bucked up instinctively. "Yeji... you feel so good baby, let me touch you," he murmured, lost in the haze of pleasure.

Yeji felt like she had been punched in the gut. Even now, even as Yuna took him for herself, Y/N's words proved that his heart still belongs entirely to her.

Yuna began to move faster, rolling her hips in a sensual rhythm. The wet sounds of their coupling filled the room, along with Y/N's increasingly desperate moans. Each plunge of his length into her soaked core brought Yuna closer to the edge, but she gritted her teeth, determined not to let go until she had milked him dry.

Yuna gave her all to riding her new toy, she could feel every vein pulsing against her stomach, assuming that was an indication of his upcoming release, she sped up some more needing to take his seed into her.

A sheen of sweat formed on Yuna's forehead as she continued grinding her hips. Unaware that Y/N hadn’t fully entered her yet, two more inches remained unclaimed. Suddenly, he thrust upward, catching her off guard. The unexpected depth sent a shock through her body, causing her to unravel completely. She thought she had taken all of him, but that final plunge pushed her past her limit, making her tremble as she surrendered to the intense wave.

Yeji watched as her group mate quivered on top of her boyfriend, her legs shaking just likes Yeji's during the first night, but he wasn't done yet, Y/N feeling the quivers on his cock and wanted to bring more pleasure to his lover, he kept pushing his hips higher and higher causing Yuna to release his cock from her pussy before screaming and squirting uncontrollably all over his chest and blindfolded face.

She stared at his damp body, completely stunned. The overwhelming pleasure had taken her to an uncharted place, leaving her body trembling. Yet, the princess refused to give up until she reached her goal. Slowly, she grasped his cock again. Once eager, she now gazed at it with a flicker of fear, hesitating before slipping it in once more.

Yuna's heart raced as she rode Y/N with wild abandon, her desperation growing with each passing second. She needed him to fill her, to claim her completely. But no matter how hard she bounced, how tight she clenched around him, he remained frustratingly hard.

"Why...won't...you...cum...already?" she panted, her words broken between thrusts. She was too far gone to care about her voice being heard, too consumed by her own need.

Glancing at Yeji, Yuna's eyes widened as she saw her unnie's calm smile. It was the complete opposite of her own frantic energy. Yeji's eyes never left hers, a knowing glint in their dark depths.

Yuna's mind spun, trying to make sense of Yeji's behavior. Why is she happy? Hadn't they been fighting? Were she and Y/N on the brink of breaking up? How could Yeji be so unbothered?

Before she could unravel the mystery, a hand landed on her shoulder. Yeji's fingers brushed lightly over her skin, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Yuna shivered at the intimate touch, her hips stuttering in their relentless rhythm.

"Keep going, Yuna," Yeji purred, her voice soft but laced with mocking amusement. "You're almost there."

Fear flickered in Yuna's chest as Yeji leaned in close, her breath ghosting over Yuna's ear. "Did you really think you were pulling the strings this whole time?" she whispered, her tone dark and dripping with mirth.

"Uh-I-I" Yuna stammered as her mind raced, trying to process Yeji's words. What? But this was my plan, my carefully laid trap to snare Y/N. He is now mine, wasn't he?

Yeji chuckled, sending a shiver down Yuna's spine as her grip tightened on Yuna's shoulders. "That's your problem, Yuna. You always say you want something, but you can never handle it," she teased, her voice laced with challenge. "How about I give you a chance?"

With her hand firmly gripping Yuna’s shoulders, Yeji used her body weight to slam Yuna down, pressing her flush against Y/N's thighs. Yuna's cries now mirrored the screams she had once recorded on her phone—except while Yeji’s were laced with pleasure, Yuna’s were filled with pain. Y/N hadn’t even moved yet, and already, tears were beginning to form in Yuna’s eyes.

Yuna’s stomach twisted, her confidence faltering as Yeji’s words settled in. She looked down at Y/N, her breath catching when she saw that the ropes that had appeared to bind him were now lying discarded on the bed. His hands weren’t tied. He had never been restrained.

Y/N’s eyes, no longer blindfolded, met hers, dark and unflinching. The realization crashed down on her like a wave. She had been played from the beginning.

“You... you knew?” Yuna whispered, her voice trembling.

Yeji chuckled softly, her lips brushing Yuna’s ear. “Of course he knew, He’s mine Yuna. He’s always been mine.”

Yuna’s body tensed as Y/N’s hands suddenly gripped her hips. His hold was firm but passive, waiting for direction. It wasn’t Y/N who was in control—it was Yeji.

“Let her feel it baby.” Yeji commanded softly, her voice as smooth as silk. “Show her exactly what she thought she wanted.”

Without hesitation, Y/N obeyed, swiftly flipping the youngest onto the bed, positioning her on her hands and knees. A loud slap echoed as Yeji’s hand connected with her cheeks, just as Y/N thrust into Yuna with brutal force. The impact made her gasp, clutching the sheets for support. But Yeji wasn’t satisfied. She commanded Y/N to grab Yuna’s arms and use them as leverage to pull her deeper onto him. Now, with Y/N holding her arms, Yuna's fingers clawed desperately at the air, searching for anything to hold onto. His movements were relentless, and any control she had earlier dissolved completely, leaving her powerless to keep up with the unyielding pace he set.

“No... wait...” Yuna whimpered, her voice strained, but Y/N didn’t stop. His hands gripped her tighter, driving into her relentlessly, his cock filling her over and over, pushing her closer to a breaking point. The soft rhythm she had started was gone, replaced by his harsh, unforgiving pace.

Yeji made her way in front of her maknae, watching with a cold, satisfied gaze. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” she asked, her voice dripping with condescension. “You wanted to have him for yourself. Well, now you have him.”

Yuna’s mind spiraled as Y/N’s thrusts grew harder, faster. Her body responded instinctively, the pain pushing away the little pleasure that was mixing in a dizzying blur, her mind was screaming in defeat. This wasn’t what she had wanted. Not like this.

“I can’t—” Yuna tried to speak, her voice cracking as her body trembled with overstimulation.

“You’ll cum again, and again” Yeji interrupted, her tone sharp and commanding. “And you’ll keep cumming until I say you’re done.”

Yuna’s breath came in ragged gasps, her body betraying her as the pleasure built within, fast and uncontrollable. She couldn’t stop it—couldn’t stop herself from reacting. Her muscles tensed, her breath catching in her throat as Y/N’s unrelenting thrusts pushed her closer and closer to the edge.

Consequently, she shattered. Her body convulsed as an orgasm tore through her, her inner walls clenching around Y/N’s cock as she cried out, the sound desperate and ragged.

"ahh ahh UNNIE please it hurts, I cant take it anymore!" tears were starting to fall from the youngest's eyes.

Y/N didn’t stop though, His pace remained steady, thrusting into her even as she shuddered through her release, the pleasure replaced by pain as her overstimulated body struggled to keep up.

Yeji smiled, her hand moving to Yuna’s chin, forcing her to look at her. “Again,” she said simply, her eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. “You’re not done.” She then gave a quick hard slap to Yuna's chest. The sound reverberated through the room. Yeji smiled as everything was coming full circle.

Yuna’s body jerked with every thrust, her mind lost in the overwhelming mix of sensations. Another orgasm built within her, even more intense than the last, but this time it was different. This time, it felt like too much—like her body was about to break.

Y/N’s hands tightened on her wrists, his breath growing ragged as his own release neared. Yuna could feel him pulsing inside her, his cock twitching as he struggled to hold back. But just as he was about to spill inside her, Yeji’s hand shot out, pressing firmly against Y/N’s abdomen.

“No,” she said sharply, her voice leaving no room for argument. “Not yet I'm still not done with her.”

Y/N groaned, his entire body trembling as he fought against the urge to finish. His cock remained hard, still thrusting into Yuna with agonizing precision, but he obeyed, holding back despite the unbearable tension and pain building within him.

Yuna whimpered, tears spilling down her cheeks as her body neared the edge again. She couldn’t take any more—couldn’t handle the relentless assault on her senses. But her body refused to listen, and with one particularly brutal thrust to that one spot she had always hoped someone would hit. It was game over, she came again, her body convulsing violently as her vision blurred, white-hot pleasure tearing through her.

Y/N followed soon after with one last deep thrust, but instead of what Yuna had been hoping for, he pulled out at the final moment. A guttural groan escaped him as he climaxed all over her body, his release coating her skin rather than filling her as she had been working towards. Yuna lay there, breathless and trembling, her body aching from the intensity. She was spent, and all she could do was lie there, too far gone to even voice her apology.

Yeji observed with quiet satisfaction, her own emotions stirred by the scene before her. Yuna, gasping for air, her face streaked with tears. But Yeji wasn't finished yet. She leaned down, gently flipping Yuna onto her back, her fingers tracing along Yuna’s cheek with an unsettling, almost mocking tenderness, as if savoring the control she held.

“You’ll remember this, Yuna,” Yeji whispered, her voice soft but icy. “You’ll remember that you mean nothing to him. That no matter what you do, no matter how hard you try… I’m the leader, and I’ll always have control. Over everything. Even you.”

Yuna sobbed weakly, her body trembling uncontrollably as Yeji finally stepped back, her gaze still filled with cruel satisfaction.

"You're done now," Yeji said calmly, brushing her hands off as if discarding Yuna along with the rest of the moment. She took a step back, eyes still trained on Yuna, who lay gasping for air, utterly broken.

Yuna’s chest heaved with exhaustion, her vision blurred with tears. The room seemed to spin, but all she could feel was the dull ache coursing through her body—the result of the punishment she had endured, the humiliation crashing over her in waves. Her hands clutched the bed sheets beneath her as though they were the only solid thing keeping her tethered to reality.

Yeji gave a final glance at Yuna’s trembling form before turning her gaze to Y/N. “Let’s go,” she said, her voice no longer cruel, but flat—emotionless.

Y/N, still reeling from the intensity of his release, nodded silently. He rose from Yuna's limp body and began dressing, his movements slow and methodical, as if trying to shrug off the weight of what had just happened. He didn’t glance back at her—not once.

Together, Yeji and Y/N left the room without another word, leaving Yuna behind—still sprawled out on the bed, her body shuddering with sobs. The door clicked shut behind them, and the oppressive tension that had filled the air inside the room finally dissipated.

The hallway was silent, the faint sounds of Yuna’s sobs muffled through the walls. Yeji and Y/N walked down the corridor, side by side, their footsteps echoing softly in the quiet. The moment they turned the corner, and the door was out of sight, Yeji stopped in her tracks. She let out a deep breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding. The strong, composed mask she had worn in front of Yuna crumbled in an instant.

Her shoulders slumped slightly, and her hands trembled as she pressed them to her face. “God, that was harder than I thought it would be…” she whispered, her voice filled with exhaustion and the weight of what had just transpired.

Y/N turned to her, his brow furrowed with concern. He hadn’t spoken much during the entire ordeal, following Yeji’s instructions to the letter, but now that it was over, the guilt in his eyes was palpable.

“I didn’t want to do that,” Y/N muttered, his voice low and filled with regret. “I didn’t want to touch her like that, Yeji. It didn’t feel right.” He rubbed the back of his neck, looking down at the floor as if ashamed. “I was wishing it was you the whole time.”

Yeji’s eyes softened as she looked up at him. She could see the guilt etched into every line of his face. This wasn’t easy for him, but he had done it for her. She had asked him to, and despite how much it weighed on him, he had agreed because he trusted her.

She stepped closer to him, reaching out to place a gentle hand on his arm. “I know,” she said quietly. “I know you didn’t want to, and I’m sorry I had to ask you to go through with it. But I needed to show her that she can’t just walk in and take what’s ours.”

Her voice wavered slightly, the strength she had shown earlier cracking around the edges. “I needed to protect us. To show her that there are consequences. If we let it happen, she would take you again and again, I know her”

Y/N let out a shaky breath, lifting his hand to cover hers where it rested on his arm. His fingers were warm, and for the first time since they had left the room, some of the tension seemed to ease from his posture. “I get it,” he said, his voice still laced with guilt, “but it still didn’t feel right.”

Yeji swallowed, her own eyes starting to glisten with the weight of what she had done. She hadn’t enjoyed it, even though she had appeared so strong and in control. It had hurt her more than she wanted to admit, but she had felt like there was no other way to protect their relationship from someone like Yuna—someone who had been ready to steal Y/N away.

“It wasn’t easy for me either,” she admitted softly, her hand tightening around his. “I had to act like it didn’t affect me, like it didn’t hurt, but the whole time…” She took a shaky breath. “I hated it.”

Y/N looked at her, the compassion in his eyes breaking through the cold distance that had settled between them during the ordeal. He pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly against his chest. Yeji let herself fall into him, burying her face in the crook of his neck, and for a moment, they stood there in the quiet hallway, clinging to each other as if trying to rid themselves of the lingering shadows of what had just happened.

“I’m sorry I made you go through that,” Yeji whispered, her voice muffled against his chest. “But thank you... thank you for helping me.”

Y/N ran his fingers through her hair, comforting her as her body shook slightly in his arms. “I’d do anything for you, Yeji,” he said softly. “Even that.” He kissed the top of her head gently, letting out a deep breath. “I’m just glad it’s over.”

Yeji nodded, pulling back slightly to look up at him, her eyes still wet with unshed tears. “It’s over now,” she whispered. “And we don’t have to deal with her anymore. She won’t come between us again.”

Y/N nodded in agreement, his hand cupping her cheek tenderly. “We’re okay,” he assured her, his voice filled with quiet strength. “We’ve got each other.”

Yeji smiled faintly, leaning into his touch. “We always have,” she whispered, the weight of the ordeal slowly lifting as they stood together, finding comfort in each other’s presence. The strong façade she had worn was gone now, replaced by the vulnerability she only allowed herself to show in front of Y/N.

They stood in the hallway for a few moments longer, just holding each other, breathing in the quiet now that the storm had passed. Finally, Yeji pulled away, wiping her eyes and steadying herself.

“Come on,” she said softly, her voice regaining a bit of its strength. “Let’s get some air.”

Y/N nodded, wrapping his arm around her shoulders as they walked away from the room, leaving Yuna behind, broken and defeated. The two of them stepped into the fresh air outside, away from the suffocating atmosphere that had filled the house, and as they walked side by side, they knew they had survived something together—something neither of them had wanted, but something they had needed to go through to protect what they had.

And now, it was just them again.

Epilogue: A New Awakening

The soft twilight spilled into the house as Y/N and Yeji returned from catching some fresh air. Drained from the day’s events, Y/N decided it was time to call it a night.

“I’ll meet you there. I’m a little thirsty, so I’ll just grab some water,” Yeji said, her voice tired. She smiled softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead before watching him disappear into his room. Once he was gone, Yeji exhaled a deep sigh, taking a long sip of ice-cold water before heading upstairs. But instead of going directly to the bedroom where Y/N was, she found herself pausing outside the guest room just a few doors down.

Standing in the dim light, Yeji felt a rush of unfamiliar emotions. What had always been subtle feelings she could ignore now churned inside her, pulling her in different directions. The playful teasing from Yuna earlier had stirred something in her—a boldness that both excited and confused her. It wasn’t just about mischief anymore; it felt like she was discovering something new about herself, a part she hadn’t fully understood until now.

As she lingered in the hallway, she bit her lip. Should I tell him? The thought nagged at her. Y/N had always been the one she shared everything with, but this was different. Would it even make sense to explain? Would he understand? A quiet sigh left her lips as she weighed the options, torn between wanting to let him in and fearing how he might see her afterward.

After a moment, Yeji shook her head, deciding to leave that conversation for another day—another version of herself to handle later. With that, she quietly slipped into the guest room.

Inside, the atmosphere was charged with a sense of anticipation. Yeji’s earlier hesitation gave way to a feeling of control, something thrilling. The wand vibrator she had swiped earlier rested in her hoodie pocket, ready for what she had planned. A mischievous smile played on her lips as she imagined how the night would unfold. This wasn’t just a playful act of revenge—it was about Yeji stepping into a version of herself she was only beginning to explore.

She approached Yuna, who was still peacefully asleep, her movements slow and deliberate. With calculated precision, Yeji tied Yuna’s wrists and ankles to the bedposts, leaving her spread-eagle and completely at her mercy. Yuna remained blissfully unaware as Yeji secured the vibrator tightly against her, ensuring it was perfectly positioned for what was about to come.

When Yeji flicked the switch, the soft hum filled the room. Almost instantly, Yuna’s body twitched, the unexpected sensation jolting her awake. Her eyes fluttered open in confusion, her gaze slowly registering the restraints holding her in place.

“U-Unnie? I thought we were done…” Yuna mumbled groggily, her voice shaky as she tried to comprehend the situation.

Yeji leaned in close, her voice low and teasing. “You might be... but I’m not.”

Yuna’s confusion quickly turned into panic as she tugged against the restraints, her breathing growing erratic. “Please... Unnie, stop... it hurts,” she whimpered, her voice trembling with fear.

But Yeji simply smiled, savoring the sight of Yuna helpless and pleading beneath her. The power of the moment surged through her, fueling her excitement. She took a step back, watching as Yuna squirmed in vain against her bonds, her soft cries filling the room.

“Unnie... please don’t leave me like this,” Yuna begged, her voice filled with desperation. “I'll be good, just stop… please... Unnie... Unnie....Unnie! ” her plea progressively getting louder and louder.

Yeji paused at the doorway, casting one last look at Yuna, bound and vulnerable. The sight sent a rush of dark satisfaction through her. Without a word, she slipped out of the room, leaving Yuna trapped in her helpless state.

As Yeji walked down the hallway, Yuna’s muffled cries echoed faintly behind her, growing softer with each step. The sound of Yuna’s pleas was like a quiet, haunting melody that clung to Yeji’s mind, sending a shiver of satisfaction down her spine.

She quietly slid into bed beside Y/N, his sleepy form instinctively wrapping around her in a warm embrace. The contrast between his gentle touch and the lingering thrill of what she had just done made her feel more alive, more in control. She nestled into his chest, letting his warmth soothe her as she closed her eyes.

But even as she drifted off to sleep, the faint sound of Yuna’s helpless pleas stayed with her, a soft reminder of the power she had wielded tonight. It was something new, something thrilling, and in that moment, Yeji realized she had truly stepped into a side of herself she hadn’t known before.

she had awakened.

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Dystopia: part 1

Itzy Chaeryeong x m reader A/N: Guess I'm doing this for everyone in itzy now. Very light on the smut, but it'll ramp it up later. Word count: 1,853 words.

The world outside was a dystopia. That’s an exaggeration. It was your dystopia. Every second spent away from home for you is hell.

A frigid wind rushed through the streets as you trudged the last block to your home, the sharp sting of it cutting through your coat like it had a grudge against you personally.

It wasn’t just the cold that made the day unbearable—it was everything. The noise, the pace, the people. The sharp bark of your boss’s voice replayed in your head, a grating reminder of how the hours had dragged on. You’d spent the day on eggshells, nodding along to passive-aggressive jabs and vague threats. He didn’t care about the work you did, not really. All he wanted was numbers, results, a perfect machine in an imperfect world.

The streets outside weren’t much better. People moved like ghosts, unaware of everybody else’s existence. There was no warmth, no connection, just a sea of indifferent faces that blurred together. Even the air felt hostile, like it had a biting chill that seeped deep into your bones and refused to let go.

You passed the neon sign of the convenience store on the corner, its exaggerated glow casting jagged shadows across the pavement. You didn’t belong out here, in this cold, soulless expanse. Every step felt like a fight to keep from collapsing under the weight of it all. But then—then you saw the light from your apartment window, a soft, golden glow that cut through the darkness like a beacon.

Your chest tightened as you climbed the stairs, each step pulling you closer to her. You didn’t belong out there, but here? Here you had her.

The moment you opened the door, it hit you: euphoria. Something that wrapped around you and made the world outside feel like a distant nightmare.

The second you stepped through the door, the smell of something delicious wafted through the air, but it didn’t hold your attention for long. Your focus was entirely on Chaeryeong, humming softly to herself in the kitchen, swaying gently as she worked her magic. She was dressed in a casual tube-top that exposed just enough of her shoulders to have your pulse racing, her hair tied up loosely like she’d been in a rush.

You cautiously dropped your bag by the door without making any noise, loosening your tie as you leaned against the frame to watch her, to really take in the sight of what you were lucky enough to get home to. She didn’t notice you at first, too focused on whatever she was stirring on the stovetop, but when the door snapped shut behind you she finally glanced over her shoulder and caught your eye, her face lit up in that bright, familiar smile.

There was something else woven into her tone tonight, something that made your heart stutter for a moment. It wasn’t just happiness, no, it was almost giddy, like she had a secret she was waiting for you to uncover.

“Welcome home, husband!” she said, her voice sweet and teasing.

And that was it. It was all you needed to rewire your brain, like it always did when she called you that, with so much affection in her voice that it made you feel like you were the luckiest man alive. You are the luckiest man alive. “Come here,” you said, your voice already thick with desire as you crossed the distance between you in a few quick strides.

“Wait, wait,” she giggled, holding up her hands as if to stop you, though there was no real resistance in her movements. “I’m cooking—”

“Don’t care,” you muttered, your hands already finding her waist and pulling her close. “You’ve been teasing me since I walked in.”

“I wasn’t teasing you!” she protested, though her laugh betrayed her as her hands rested squarely against your chest. “You’re always teasing me,” you countered, your voice teasing your wife back as your lips brushed her ear. “Walking around like this, looking like a dream, calling me husband like you know exactly what it does to me.”

Her smile only grew upon hearing your neediness. And there it was again, that hint of something behind her eyes, something warm and secretive, a glow that had nothing to do with the kitchen lights.

Her soft laugh turned into a breathless gasp as your hands slid down ever so slightly, gripping exposed waist firmly. “I’m just being a good wife,” she murmured, her voice trembling slightly as she looked up at you through her lashes.

She had been extra affectionate recently, not that she wasn’t usually, but tonight it felt almost like she was trying to tell you something without saying it outright. Had she been like this all week? You tried your best to remember. The little things, the way she lingered in your arms a second longer each morning, the satisfied look she’d had last night as she recovered from being filled up by you. And then there was the way she’d been more tired lately, dozing off against you when you were cuddling on the couch.

Chaeryeong tried to twist out of your grip towards the unattended kitchen counter, her laughs giving away her enjoyment of this as she was pinned between the granite and your body. “I have to stir that—” “I have to kiss you,” you interrupted, brushing your nose across hers softly as your lips hovered just above hers, reveling in the way her breath hitched by your advancements. “You’re impossible,” she whispered against your lips, her hands sliding up to the back of your neck. Your grip tightened on her waist just slightly, as you lingered there for a beat longer than usual, like you were trying to ground yourself in her warmth. “And you’re glowing tonight,” you breathed out, almost as if it was the only thing that felt right saying.

She let out a soft laugh, tilting her head sideways. “Glowing?”

You hesitated. You weren’t sure what you meant by that. Was it something about the way she looked tonight? Or even, the way she felt? You couldn’t place it, but it had your mind spinning. She huffed, but the way her knees wobbled betrayed any pretense. Chaeryeong’s hands slid upwards on your chest, her fingers grazing your neck as they found their way to your face. “You had a bad day, didn’t you?”

You exhaled through your nose, your grip on her waist tightening ever so slightly. The memory of today was enough to make you want to squeeze her tight. Like you feared losing her. She always knew.

“You always get extra clingy when work sucks,” she played up in a teasing tune, playful but her touch gentle as she cupped your face on both cheeks. “Not that I’m complaining.”

You puffed out a small laugh tainted with disbelief, pressing your forehead against hers. “I always want you. Bad day or not.”

Her giggle was warm, but she didn’t push for more. There was no need to tarnish this moment. She just held you there, like she knew you needed this moment, the grounding weight of her body against yours. An affecting smile painted her lips. It was clear she had her own things she needed to talk to you about, but it quickly disappeared as she focused on what mattered more to her. Making sure you felt relieved.

Right as you wanted to claim her lips as your prize, she ducked under your arms and— oh. She slipped onto her knees right there in the middle of the kitchen, looking up at you with a mischievous glint and playful giggle. “Well, if we’re already delaying dinner,” she mused with obvious intentions, fingers tracing slow patterns along your buckled belt, “I can think of another way to wash away your stress.” Your breath stilled. She was perfect. “Chaer…” She grinned at your slow moan, biting her lip knowing you both know where this night was headed. “Say it.” You swallowed hard, your voice going lower with an intense need. “You’re the best fucking wife in the world.” Her delighted giggle at your correct answer sent a shiver down your spine. “I know, hubby.” Hearing her call you husband or hubby was like getting hit by a lightning bolt. Anything you ever worried about disintegrated, and you were filled with a vigor to fuck her properly, like a good husband should. Your hands found their way to the back of her head, your grip tightening in her messy hair as you exhaled, everything melting away in the face of Chaeryeong’s mischievous devotion to you. She loved this. And you knew. She loved seeing you like this, unraveling just from the anticipation alone. It made her giddy with joy, the way you looked down at her, into her, with that wrecked, desperate, yearning expression, as if she was the only thing in the world that mattered. Because to you, she is the only thing that matters. “Look at you,” you grunted, your voice wavering from trying to hold back. “You’re too good to me, wifey.”

She hummed, pleased. Of course, she couldn’t help but hum, because she was just like you, unable to resist what her body desired the second you called her wife or wifey. She pressed a slow, lingering kiss with her plump lips against your abdomen, just above the waistband of your pants. Her fingers trailed and danced and teased along the edge of your belt, making a show of being slow. Of taking her time. She was going to enjoy this. Enjoy you. Enjoy her husband. And she knew it drove you insane.

Ragged breaths flowed out of your mouth, resisting the irresistible urge to just take, to guide, to speed up the process. To ruin her. But she was enjoying this, enjoying watching you become undone for her, and you loved her so that you could never deny her this. Her fingers curled around and behind your waistband, pulling it up ever so slightly as she looked up at you through her thick eyelashes, eyes twinkling with desire. “You’re really holding back,” she teased with a big smile, her lower lip caught between her teeth, her voice as saccharine and playful as ever, like she wasn’t rewiring your brain at its core. Another hard swallow. “Trying to be good for you.”

She giggled, leaning in closer as if she already knew what she was gonna say next would destroy you. “Oh, my sweet husband… I don’t want you to be good right now.” You snapped, you broke, and you took what was yours. Your one hand pulled her hair at its root back, your other found her jaw, tilting her face up to meet your gaze, your thumb brushing over her flushed cheeks, as her eyes looked at you expectantly.

“You just want to get your mouth fucked by your husband, huh?” You asked without waiting for an answer. “Be a good little wife for me, and open wide.”

And she did—without hesitation, without a second thought, with full devotion— because, of course, she was yours.

#kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction #m reader #male reader #kpop smut #smut #itzy smut #chaeryeong smut

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ryuttaeng · 1 year ago

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could you possibly do either hcs or a fic of new itzy member reader who was the each of the girls gay awakening?? i feel like chaeryeong would be panicking and really nervous because she hasnt felt something like this and so strongly too 😭🥹

okay so you were added to the group members lineup at the very last moment, you barely knew any basic info about each members and nearly freaked out when you first actually met them. itzy’s reaction wasn’t so bad, but wasn’t very pleasant either…. at least at first. ever since you performed together, you grew closer to each members. how could they not notice how insanely beautiful you are??? and you were also kind but had a struggle with opening up to new people but anyway, you’re their bff now! or at least for now.

i guess yeji would be so dumbfounded when she realizes that she likes you??? and not in a friendly way??? girlie is so nervous about that fact and she just can’t handle it but to tell to her members but she can’t because they’ve never discussed same-sex relationship before 😭 she always thought she was into guys only, and even if she liked a girl, she would think it was just a friendly sympathy. yeji would also get so smiley around you and will often just smile to her own thoughts. if she will have enough courage to confess to you, she will make her best to do that in private, and also would try to be romantic. but my pookie is just so nervous, she will stutter and almost tripped over when she came 😭🤞🏻🤞🏻 thank goodness you just simply kissed yeji and asked her to be your girlfriend faster than her.

LIA MY BELOVED 😞😞😞 i think she will just simply accept the fact that you’re the first girl she ever liked as not a friend. eventually she’ll ask her gay friends how to confess to you properly and will ask some advices how to give you hints that she likes you lmao 😭 she will always touch your hand, always leaning on your shoulder during breaks on practices and just will rub circles on your arm while holding your hand and you’re just like 🤷🏻‍♀️ you’re okay w it and don’t really pay attention to it. lia would reveal her feelings by getting jealous when one of members were jokingly flirting with you 😭 she would just storm out of the room, making you confused and go after her. asking her what’s wrong and she will kiss you quickly, and after that lia would get so shy 😭😭🤞🏻 but you just chuckle and hug her tightly, kissing her cheek.

ryujin will just go 🧍🏻‍♀️ when she realizes that she have feelings for you. girl would occasionally flirt with you but you just laughed it off, thinking it’s just her personality and she will just be like “oh well yep 🧍🏻‍♀️”. she would complain to other members that it would be easier to have feelings for some guy and not you instead, but you come into the room with “have feelings for who?” and bae will just be “no one 🧍🏻‍♀️” help 😭😭🤞🏻how she would confess? she would get so wistful one day and it made you feel worried for her. “are you okay ryu?” and she will just automatically nod and not pay attention to anyone. at the end of the day you’ll sit down beside ryujin, telling her that you’re worried about her, and she will just go “i think i like you, y/n. no- i don’t think, just- oh well….” 😭😭😭 she’s so nervous but you calm her down by kissing her nose aww

I AGREE W YOU ON CHAERYEONG. she’s my cutie that nearly freaks out when her friend told her that she has feelings for you 🤞🏻😭 i also think that she will distance herself from you to reflect about her feeling towards you and it will also affect you by making you worried about chae. members would notice that something about you two is wrong and would try to do something about it, for example, they would interrogate chaer that is there’s bad blood between her and you? but she would get so nervous that she would just straight say that she has feeling for you 😭😭 other members would support ryeong and tell some advices how to get closer w you and how to confess. one day members would call you to help them out with something but once you’re at the place, you see only chaeryeong in the room, beautifully dressed and nervously fidgeting her fingers 😭 she would confess to you after a few minutes of overthinking, so scared about your reaction but! you took her hands in yours, telling her that her feelings are mutual and she’s just so happy to hear that 😭😭😭🤞🏻

bae yuna would giggle whenever looking at you and leaving you wondering what was that. she would feel so lightheaded about her feelings to you, that she almost forgot to do or take something. i feel like she would have some diary where she writes about you, her feelings for you and overall just you. she would hide it really hard, thinking that you would think she’s some freak 😭 but aye ryujin would’ve find it first and tease younger shin for that 🤞🏻😭😭😭 but i’m sure ryu would’ve helped yuna to confess to you, giving her some advices. yuna would ask you out to the restaurant, and will calmly confess to you after eating. after hearing your ‘yes’ yuna’s face lit up and she just started kissing your face 🤞🏻😞

#itzy imagines #kpop imagines #yeji x female!reader #lia x female!reader #ryujin x female!reader #chaeryeong x female!reader #yuna x female!reader #itzy x female!reader #itzy x you #itzy soft hours #kpop headcanons #itzy headcanons #kpop fluff #itzy fluff #yeji fluff #lia fluff #ryujin fluff #chaeryeong fluff #yuna fluff

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ryejifics · 1 year ago

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Dream date

Lia x reader

Type: fluff

A/N: I know we all miss Lia so let's give you a Lia story 🥰

"Flowers? Check! Candles? Check! Ingredients? Check! Oh wait, I forgot the drinks!" Lia rushed down the drink isle. She was shopping to give you the best date you've ever had. She knew how badly you wanted one of those candle lit dinner dates. She grabbed some dessert and your favorite drinks. She couldn't wait to suprise you when you got home.

When she finally got home, she started to set everything up for you immediately. She started with cooking your favorite meal. She smiled as she listened to songs that reminded her of you. After a few hours of setting up, she noticed it was time for you to head back home. She quickly lit the candles and put the rose petals all over the floor, making a path to your dining room.

She waited patiently for you to walk through the door, hiding from you to suprise you more. "Lia? Lia, baby, im home!" You pouted as you couldn't find your girlfriend, and your home was dark. That's when you noticed the rose petals, and you smiled in awe. You followed the path to your dining room where you found your smiling girlfriend. "Hi Lia," you smiled, and it quickly turned into a pout when you saw the freshly made dinner. "Oh Lia, you didn't have to do all this!" You pulled her into a soft kiss. "I wanted to suprise you. You deserve it, after all." She pulled out your chair for you, and you sat smiling from ear to ear. "How did you know I wanted this??" You looked at her with your eyes that were filled with love. You couldn't believe she did this for you. It meant the world to you as you always talked about how you wanted this. "You said you wanted it, so I made it come true!" She nudged for you to eat. As you both ate, you talked about everything and anything. She was the one you wanted to come home to for the rest of forever. You couldn't have ever asked for a better girlfriend.

After dinner, you both cuddled up in bed. You were laid up on her chest as she played with your hair. Softly giving you kisses on the forehead and anywhere else she could reach. She softly rubbed your back and hummed a song to you. You felt relaxed as you laid in her arms. This was your dream date, and you couldn't wait to have more in the future.

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melanchoire · 5 months ago

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I just read your “killer” story with yujin and Karina and omg you’re an amazing writer; the detail and descriptive sting you use makes it so much more immersive!(which I love). I was wondering if I could resist a Ryujin x yeji x reader nsfw fic?

BEHIND THE CAMERA, BESIDE THEM ──── hwang yeji & shin ryujin

── ( 💜 ) from debut until now, the fans have adored your unbreakable connection with yeji and ryujin — little do they know, the true chemistry burns brightest when the cameras are off, and the line between platonic friendship and something intoxicatingly taboo begins to blur with every lingering touch and unspoken desire.

pairing. soft dom!yeji x sub!6th member!fem reader x mean dom!ryujin

warning(s). bitting, cunnilingus, degradation, fingering, making out, pet names, spanking, use of strap—on (and refer to it as a dick like once or twice).

word count. 7,0k

author's note. this took SO LONG but it’s finally here 🙌🏻

the weight of the stage lights always felt heavier than they were, the heat radiating down onto your skin as you took your place. years of training, grueling schedules, and the endless push for perfection had led you here, to the gleaming spotlight of your dream. you were finally part of itzy, a name that echoed with power and precision, a group of six distinct individuals bound together by a shared ambition. and yet, even amidst the rush of adrenaline and the cacophony of cheers, a current of uneasiness would sometimes simmer beneath the surface.

before debut, the connections were different. you’d known the other girls as trainees, shared countless hours in the practice room, but outside those walls, your lives had diverged. you existed in a parallel world outside the company. studies, a part–time job to help your family, those things claimed you when you weren’t under the fluorescent lights of the practice rooms.

you knew the others, yes, but true closeness had been a gradual bloom. it was strange how you gravitated towards yeji and ryujin. yeji, the ever–composed leader, and ryujin, with her effortless cool, were magnets in their own right. you, caught in their orbit, discovered a peculiar resonance. you were the same age as ryujin, and maybe that's why you got along better, but the thing you had with yeji was different. lia and chaeryeong, despite being the same age as yeji and ryujin, respectively, seemed to have their own established dynamic, one that didn’t quite include you.

initially, it hadn’t been romantic at all. you’d just clicked, your conversations flowing easily, a shared understanding forming with each passing day. while you enjoyed the company of all your members, the connection with the other two felt like a shared language, a comfort in the intensity of your demanding schedules. but the fans noticed, and they were very, very good at turning everything into a ship. at first, the pairing of yeji and ryujin seemed normal, the dynamic of the charismatic leader and the playful one playing out naturally on screen. but then, you were pulled into their orbit.

it started small, casual touches, a hand lingering a moment too long on your arm, an extra squeeze during a group hug. soon, it escalated. it was in the moments where you were all on stage, the girls being touchy with you, and you tried to focus on your performance, but the warmth of their skin next to yours kept distracting you.

and that’s how things started to blur, how the fans began to weave stories around the three of you. the others had their established pairings, lia and yuna, and chaeryeong with anyone she decided to joke with. but the dynamic with you, yeji, and ryujin had another flavor. when the fandom’s “two main characters” started to include you in their interactions, your ship quickly became a love triangle. a particularly dramatic one.

the studio choom set was a stark white canvas, the neon purple lights casting long, dramatic shadows. the air crackled with the energy of their performance, a showcase of fierce precision and undeniable chemistry that left you breathless. yeji and ryujin looked like visions, their dark makeup accentuating their sharp features, the black eyeliner and dark lipstick giving them an almost dangerous allure. the grey–blue tank top and pants on yeji clung to her lean frame, while ryujin’s military green outfit mirrored the same edgy aesthetic. even their hair, straight and with blunt bangs, had the same sinister and powerful vibe. the air crackled with their combined energy, the kind that made your stomach flip even if you weren’t the one performing. the staff milled around, capturing the behind–the–scenes moments, the casual banter, the stolen glances.

you watched, a quiet observer, as they posed for photos. their lean figures outlined by the vivid light. the camera zoomed in, capturing their raw, untamed aura. you felt a slight pang of jealousy, a feeling you were trying to understand. then, suddenly, they turned, their eyes locking onto you.

“come here.” ryujin had said, the command half–teasing, half–serious. before you could react, they were flanking you. suddenly, you were the center of their attention, the cool steel of their gazes pressing in on you. you were pulled between them, ryujin’s arm snaking around your waist and yeji’s hand settling heavily on your shoulder.

“like this.” yeji murmured, her voice low. you felt the heat of her body pressed against yours, the ghost of her fingers grazing your shoulder. ryujin’s hand squeezed your arm, a subtle possessiveness that made the hair on the back of your neck tingle. the cameras clicked, capturing the tableau of light and shadow, the intensity of the three of you. it was like being caught between two forces, a dynamic you weren’t entirely sure how to understand. the fans did, of course. they were quick to interpret the images, calling yeji and ryujin your “devil twins”, with you in the middle, like a prized possession.

the red carpet of the awards ceremony was another battlefield. the photographers’ flashes were relentless, a sea of light that highlighted every detail of your carefully curated outfits. lia, chaeryeong, and yuna had created a moment for the cameras, their playful half–hearts a display of their affection. you remember feeling a pang of fondness as you watched them, their laughter a light melody in the chaos. then, yeji and ryujin entered the fray.

then, you felt the familiar tug on your arm, breaking your gaze. you turned to find yeji, her eyes alight with mischief. she moved smoothly, her arm looping around your shoulders from behind, her other hand reaching across your chest to meet the other on your shoulder. her touch was warm, possessive, her fingers brushing against your neck sending a shiver down your spine — at the same time, ryujin mirrored her actions, her arm low on your waist, hands settling on your hips, her fingers pressing into your side. the sudden contact made you catch your breath. and you didn’t know what to do, if you should move away, laugh about it, play along, or keep staring blankly at the camera.

before you could even process their actions, they were both pressing closer, surrounding you in a cage of their affection. you could feel the heat radiating from them, their gazes intense on your face. both girls were like predators marking their territory, each touch a bold statement. you felt caught in the middle, your arms hanging uselessly at your sides, your expression a mixture of confusion and bemusement.

the cameras continued to gleam. you could see the surprised looks from some of the cameramen and paparazzi, but they had gotten used to you and your group’s antics. but you, you felt trapped, almost suffocated by the sudden intimacy. you were always the one to take the back seat, letting others have their time and space, so this was a new experience for you.

you could smell their perfumes, a fragrant mix of floral and musk, and you felt lightheaded. it was a whirlwind of flashing lights, soft touches, and a dizzying sense of being watched. the contrast between your stunned silence and their bold affection was the perfect fodder for fan speculation, the love triangle becoming a headline.

the next thing you knew, yeji and ryujin were turning their heads slightly, puckering their lips towards your cheeks. you could feel the soft touch of their lips against your skin, the briefest of kisses that set your heart racing. your hands moved without you wanting to, rising to your chest, unsure of whether to push them away or just… let it happen. your face, no doubt, was a mirror of your internal turmoil, a mix of confusion and something akin to exhilaration. how could you have gotten here? how had you and your friends gotten to the point where you were the center of a love triangle? you knew their actions were meant to excite the fans, to start new rumors, but was it really like that? or were they playing a game that you weren’t aware of?

the fans were ecstatic by the pictures. they were quick to comment on the interactions, calling you out for being oblivious to the situation, but they didn’t know that you were trying to figure it all out. you were never one for romantic relationships, you never had time for them between school, work and now training to be an idol. snd now, you had these two girls, full of chaos and affection for you, and you didn’t know what to do.

after the event, when you got back to the dorms, you found yeji and ryujin already on the couch, waiting for you. yeji patted the space next to her, while ryujin just looked at you, with those familiar eyes you couldn’t place, the ones that gave you chills and made your heart race.

“you did good out there. you looked pretty on the red carpet. also, you performed amazing on stage, leather suits you well.” yeji said, her voice soft, contrasting with the playfulness she had shown earlier. ryujin hummed in agreement, her gaze never leaving your face.

“you were really cute.” this time it was her, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips. you sat in between them, feeling their eyes on your face. you tried your best to not react to them, afraid that you might give the other members some ideas.

“you guys were too.” you replied, your voice a tad shaky. you were always trying to be the mature one, the one to follow the rules, but at this point you found yourself wanting to lose yourself in their games.

they just smiled at you, and you knew, in that moment, that this was not going to end anytime soon…

summer is here and that means vacations finally, but do you know what that also means? having to work during the holidays… the company definitely wouldn’t let any of you have a proper break during the holidays that you have after an exhausting year working in the music industry. of course, what could be better than creating a new show and spending all the time filming your life during the time you have to rest from the exhausting schedule of an idol?

the van hums, a low thrum against the backdrop of los angeles traffic. you hold the selfie stick, the camera lens capturing the three of you in its frame. the bright californian sun streams in, illuminating the happy chaos unfolding around you. you adjust the angle, wanting to make sure everyone is visible. yeji, ever the composed leader, sits to your right, her smile serene and radiant. to your left, ryujin leans close, her chin resting on your shoulder.

“hi, midzy! we’re on our way to the hotel, and we’re so excited to show you all of LA!” you spoke, voice bright and enthusiastic, even though you felt a little self–conscious talking to a lens.

“you look good between the two of us.” ryujin murmurs, she murmured, a smirk playing on her lips as she hummed, her breath warm against your skin. you feel her warm breath on your neck, a ticklish sensation that sends a startled blush rushing to your cheeks. she hums, a low, contented sound, and her face slips further into the crook of your neck, her soft hair brushing against your skin. you could feel your heart pounding a little faster than normal.

your breath catches. this is… a lot. the camera is still rolling, the red light a glaring reminder that thousands of midzy will be watching this later. you steal a glance at yeji, hoping for some kind of intervention, some guidance, but she’s just smiling, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

yeji, noticing your surprised expression and the blush creeping up your neck, chuckled lightly. “ryujin!” yeji exclaims, her voice laced with mock exasperation, “she looks good with us hugging her, not just between us. you’re making it sound like she’s a sandwich.” yeji reaches over, pulling you into a gentle hug. “see? like this.” she says, pressing a soft kiss on the crown of your head. her head rests against yours, a comfortable weight. for a moment, the chaos swirling around you fades away, replaced by the warmth of her presence.

you manage a weak smile, feeling the heat rising in your cheeks. you look back to ryujin and she raises an eyebrow at the camera, a subtle arch that speaks volumes. it’s a look that says “i know what i’m doing” and you swear, for a split second, you see a glint of mischief in her eyes. you quickly refocus your attention on the camera. “we’re almost at the hotel! can’t wait to see what surprises LA has in store for us.”

you tried your very best to avoid eye contact with her, but it was impossible, you felt her stare penetrating you. you cleared your throat and shifted the camera slightly to a better angle of all three of you.

“yeah, we’re having a blast already!” you added, forcing a wide smile, hoping the camera wouldn’t pick up on your inner turmoil. ryujin simply snickered.

later, after the whirlwind of unpacking and settling into your rooms, the six of you gather by the hotel pool. the california sun is setting, casting a warm, golden glow over the water. lia and yuna are already engaged in a water fight, their laughter echoing around the pool deck. chaeryeong, perched on the edge of a sun lounger, watches them with amusement, occasionally chiming in with a teasing comment.

you take this opportunity to record a solo segment for the vlog. adjusting the camera to selfie mode, holding the camera up in front of you, you talk directly to the lens. “hey midzy!, as you can see, we’ve arrived at the hotel and everything is so amazing! the pool here is so nice and everyone is already having fun! it’s so warm and the sun feels amazing…” you continued, speaking to the camera as if you were having a one–on–one conversation with each and every one of your fans, sharing your excitement and happiness.

suddenly, you felt warm arms wrap around your torso from behind. yeji, with a mischievous grin, was attempting to lift you up, trying to throw you in the pool. you braced yourself, digging your heels into the ground. “yah! yeji unnie, no!” you exclaimed, giggling as you struggled against her.

“let’s go swimming!” yeji exclaims, her voice full of playful energy.

you put up a resistance, gripping the edge of the pool deck as yeji tries to pull you forward. “yeji, no! i don’t want to get my hair wet!” you laugh, struggling against her surprisingly strong grip.

“just a little dip.” she teased, her voice laced with playful menace. her attempts at picking you up weren’t very successful, to say the least. “ryujin, help me!” yeji yells, desperation creeping into her voice. you’re momentarily distracted by her plea, which gives her the necessary moment to push you.

before you can react, a pair of hands grips your thighs from under the water, pulling you downwards. you gasp, the shock of the cold water stealing your breath. you don’t even remember seeing ryujin go in the water. you saw her go in some moments ago, when yuna started the underwater breath–holding contest, (which yuna lost almost immediately), but how could she have stayed under for so long? it had honestly slipped your mind that she was still in there with how much time passed. you’re certain that she didn’t even come up for air after she went in.

a surprised yelp escaped your lips as you felt yourself being pulled downwards. you could practically hear yeji laughing as she was using this help as an opportunity to push you from behind, pushing herself into the water along with you. you hit the water with a splash, the shock temporarily taking your breath away.

you surfaced coughing lightly, your hair plastered to your face as you grabbed onto ryujin’s shoulders for support. her dark hair clung to her forehead, beads of water glistening against her skin. she offered you a dazzling grin, her hand moving to brush the wet strands of hair away from your face, brushing your sopping wet strands away from your eyes, and you feel her fingers graze your temple, a fleeting touch that sends a shiver down your spine. you found yourself caught in her gaze, the familiar spark in her eyes sending shivers down your spine.

behind you, yeji is laughing, the sound of a melodic chuckle that resonates through the water. “you look like a wet cat!” she teases, her hands resting on your hips, keeping you steady.

ryujin’s hands move to your waist, her fingers gently squeezing your skin. “a very cute wet cat, i must admit.” she shoots you a wink and a playful smirk.

you’re surrounded. yeji’s hands on your hips, ryujin’s hands on your waist, and you find yourself thanking the universe for the fact that you're underwater. the blush that you feel rising in your cheeks would be enough to rival the brightest sunset. you suddenly hope that none of the other cameras are recording this moment, otherwise you would have to invent a new name for the shade of red that will be shown on your face.

“you two are going to be the death of me.” you manage to whisper, your voice hoarse from the water, and the adrenaline from your sudden plunge.

“oh, we’re just getting started.” ryujin replies, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

yeji simply smiles, her eyes locking with ryujin’s for a brief moment, before turning her attention back to you. “you know you love it.” she says, her voice a soft murmur that sends another shiver through you. and despite the chaos, the teasing, the unexpected plunge into the pool, you can’t help but smile. maybe, just maybe, you do.

you glanced down at your now slightly wet camera, feeling relieved that the company provided waterproof equipment. trying to keep your voice steady despite your racing heart, you turned the camera back to face you.

“well, i guess i’m in the pool now! this is my punishment for talking too much!” you exclaimed with a forced laugh, your eyes darting between yeji and ryujin. you tried to move your body to get out of their reach and find some space, but you were tightly trapped in the middle of both of them.

“it’s okay, we’ll keep you company.” ryujin said, her voice a low murmur as she moved closer, her arm wrapping around your waist, bringing you closer to herself.

“yeah, it’s not like you can go anywhere now, are you?” yeji added, her voice full of teasing playfulness, tightening her grip around you.

you felt your heart leap into your throat as you looked between them, your voice catching in your throat. “i… i guess not.” you replied, a nervous laugh escaping your lips. you suddenly became very aware of the closeness of their bodies, their warmth radiating and surrounding you. you swallowed thickly, the rapid pace of your heartbeat was almost deafening.

“we’ll make sure you don’t get lonely.” ryujin whispered, her lips dangerously close to your ear. her touch sent a jolt through you, causing your cheeks to flame even more.

“oh we definitely will.” yeji added, her eyes gleaming with pure mischief. “we’ll just need your full attention, is that okay?” she continued, her voice dripping with honey.

you suddenly felt so overwhelmed with emotions. you loved these two, you did, with everything you could give. but you weren’t sure how much more of this you could handle. you had to get out of this situation, and fast. your mind raced as you desperately searched for a way to de–escalate this situation.

“wait, wait!” you said, raising your hands in front of you, turning the camera towards your two bandmates. “i think we need to involve our midzy in this!” you proclaimed, trying to mask the panic in your voice. “what do you guys think? should yeji and ryujin team up to throw me in the pool again? or what else should we do?” you finally finished, taking away the attention from yourself and placing it on the camera, hoping that your fans would find some fun activities to do, and hoping they would forget about the current situation involving you and the two girls.

you could feel their stares on you, their amusement palpable. you didn’t dare to look in their eyes, simply continuing to talk to the camera and pretending that everything was okay, while trying to avoid the two girls’ gazes.

“okay midzy, so let’s see your proposals. i’ll wait for them in the comments!” you announced finally, ending the recording. you looked down at the camera, turning it off. you took a deep breath and turned your attention back to the two girls, unsure if you should laugh or cry at the situation you just put upon yourself. one thing was certain, this LA vacation was going to be very interesting…

the heavy door of your hotel room thuds shut behind you, the sound echoing the exhaustion that reverberates through your very bones. you’d spent the entire day under the relentless california sun, filming content for your vlog, the vibrant blue of the pacific ocean acting as a backdrop to your every move. it had been a dream, a perfect blend of work and vacation, but now, all you craved was the soft embrace of your bed. you’d already called it a day, knowing the footage you had was more than enough for one vlog, and the chaotic brilliance of lia and yuna’s combined efforts would surely be a highlight reel on its own.

you drop onto the bed with a groan, landing on your stomach, your limbs splayed out like a starfish that washed ashore. a loud moan escapes your lips, a testament to the sheer weariness you feel. the mattress dips on either side of you, and you don’t even need to turn around to know who it is. yeji and ryujin, always close by, always a comforting and playful presence.

yeji’s hands find your shoulders immediately, her touch gentle as she begins to knead away the tension. “are you tired, hun?” she asks, her voice soft and concerned, a stark contrast to the boisterous energy she had displayed poolside just hours ago. “you worked really hard today.”

on your other side, ryujin is a whirlwind of mischievous energy, her focus immediately drawn to the discarded camera. she picks it up, tilting it towards herself, her lips curving into a playful smirk as she watches her reflection on the small screen. it’s almost as if she’s flirting with the lens, and with the image she sees staring back at her.

she abandons the camera soon enough, letting it fall onto the bed with a soft thud. her attention is now fixed on you. she shifts onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow, her other hand slipping under the short sleeve of your t–shirt, her fingers playing with the thin strap of your bikini top that rests on your shoulder.

“i really like the color.” she murmurs, her voice dropping into a husky purr as she studies the shiny color fabric against your skin. “it looks beautiful on you.” you had on a simple black t–shirt and short shorts for the camera, but underneath, you were already prepared to enjoy the pool with the rest of the girls.

you smile, a genuine, tired smile, turning your head to look at her. “it’s a new one.” you explain, your voice a bit raspy from the day. “my mom picked it out for me, for this trip.”

ryujin raises an eyebrow, a slow, deliberate smirk pulling at the corner of her lips. “your mother makes good things.” she says, a suggestive tone coloring her voice, her gaze lingering a beat too long on the curve of your breasts.

you let out a playful snort, swatting at her shoulder with the back of your hand. yeji lets out a soft giggle from behind you, the sound a comforting melody.

with a sudden groan, you roll onto your back, your eyes widening in mock–horror as you take in the scene around you. yeji and ryujin are perched on either side of you, practically straddling you, their bodies a tantalizing presence.

“you two.” you say, letting out a breathless laugh that's half–exasperated, half–fond.

it’s all the invitation they need. the onslaught of attention is immediate, dizzying. yeji’s hands return to your scalp, her fingers gently combing through your hair, her touch creating a soothing wave that washes over you. she then trails them down to your shoulders, letting her fingertips dance across your skin.

ryujin is equally captivating, her hands finding the curve of your hips, then moving down to your thighs, her touch sending shivers down your spine. it’s a warm, possessive caress. Both of their attention is making the heat rise under your skin.

then, yeji’s face lowers, her lips brushing against yours, a soft, tender kiss that sends warmth flooding through you. you close your eyes, leaning into the touch, wanting more of her.

at the same moment, ryujin brings her lips to your neck, her tongue tracing a slow, deliberate path, nibbling and kissing at your sensitive skin. a gasp escapes your lips, feeling the wet trail of her kisses heat up your skin. she continues her ministrations, her lips traveling from your jaw to your chest, leaving a trail of wet kisses and a promise of things to come.

the gentle pressure of yeji’s hands on your face is the only thing keeping you grounded, her soft lips allowing you to keep some semblance of sanity. but it’s slipping, fast. it always does when it’s both of them.

ryujin, pulling back for a moment, her eyes dark with desire, tugs at the hem of your wet t–shirt, pulling it up and over your head, tossing it carelessly somewhere across the room; a dismissive move. your bikini top is now in full view, the wet fabric a striking contrast against your skin, the molded cups hugging your curves in a way that makes both their breaths catch. your gaze drifts from ryujin to yeji, your eyes asking a question without uttering a word.

ryujin’s gaze is fixed on your chest, and you can practically feel her gaze on the fabric covering you, her lips pulling into a bite as her fingers begin to trace the edges of your bikini top, her touch sending shivers down your spine.

she then takes your mounds into her hands, her fingers giving them gentle caresses and squeezes. you can’t help the moans that escape your lips at the pleasurable sensation. she continues her descent, leaving kisses and bites across your chest, moving down towards your ribs, then your stomach, her lips leaving a fiery trail in their wake, stopping at your waist and hips, her hands holding you firm.

yeji, noticing your sounds, takes your face into her hands, and silences your moans with her kisses. it is a deep, passionate kiss, her tongue dancing with yours, exploring every corner of your mouth, stealing the sounds that were previously escaping you.

under the combined assault of their ministrations, you feel your resolve crumble. your hands move to their hair, gripping it in a desperate plea for them to continue, to never stop. the world around you dissolves, leaving only the two of them, their touch, their kisses, the intoxicating blend of comfort and desire that only they can evoke. the exhaustion is gone, replaced by a burning need, a primal yearning for more. you’re lost to them, surrendered, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

ryujin’s fingers splayed across your lower back, her thumb brushing tantalizingly just above the curve of your ass. she leaned in, her lips grazing the shell of your ear as she whispered. “we’ve been thinking about this for so long... thinking about having you this alone.” her voice was low and husky, sending shivers down your spine.

“mmmh, ryujin was right. taking this opportunity doesn't seem like such a bad idea.” yeji murmured, her hand sliding up your stomach to cup the swell of your breast. your nipple pebbled beneath the lace at her touch, straining against the smooth material.

ryujin chuckled darkly, nipping at your earlobe before soothing the sting with her tongue. “i told you she was a keeper, yeji. i think it’s time we showed our girl here a really good time…”

with that, ryujin captured your lips in a searing kiss, her tongue delving into your mouth to claim you thoroughly. behind you, yeji’s hands continued their exploration of your body, sliding over every curve and hollow until you were aching with need.

ryujin’s kiss deepened, her tongue dancing with yours as she explored every inch of your mouth. her fingers tangled in your wet hair, gripping it tightly as she held you in place, dominating the kiss. behind you, yeji’s hands slid around to your back, deftly unhooking your bikini top with practiced ease.

the soft fabric fell away, baring your breasts to the cool air of the room. your nipples hardened instantly, straining towards the warmth of ryujin’s chest pressed against yours. ryujin broke the kiss to trail her lips down the column of your throat, her teeth grazing your collarbone before she sucked hard, no doubt leaving a mark.

yeji’s hands slid down to your hips, hooking her fingers in the waistband of your shorts and panties. with a swift tug, she yanked them down your legs, leaving you bare and exposed. ryujin’s hand slid around to grope your ass, squeezing the supple flesh roughly.

she nipped at your shoulder, her breath hot against your skin as she growled. “i want to taste every inch of you, babe. i want to make you scream my name until you’re hoarse... until you forget every other girl’s name except for mine.”

yeji chuckled darkly behind you, her hand sliding up your inner thigh, her fingers brushing maddeningly close to your aching core. “mmmh, i can’t wait to see you come undone, baby.” yeji purred, her lips brushing the shell of your ear. her fingers found your slick folds, stroking them teasingly, not quite touching where you needed her most.

ryujin’s hand slid up from your ass to your breast, cupping the weight of it in her palm. she rolled your nipple between her fingers, pinching and tugging at the sensitive bud until you gasped. her mouth found yours again, swallowing your cries of pleasure as she kissed you deeply, her tongue plundering your mouth with ruthless intensity.

ryujin smirked against your lips, her eyes glinting wickedly as she pulled back from the kiss. without a word, she reached over to her discarded purse and rummaged inside, pulling out a strap–on dildo and a bottle of lube.

she held them up, grinning at you and yeji with a lascivious smile. “ready to have some real fun, girls?” ryujin asked, her voice dripping with lustful promise.

yeji giggled, biting her plump lower lip as she nodded eagerly. “i thought you’d never ask.” she purred, hooking her fingers into the waistband of her jean shorts, sliding them down her long legs along with her panties. leaning back against the headboard of the bed, she spreads her thighs, exposing her wet folds to your shy gaze.

ryujin licked her lips hungrily at the sight, but she turned her attention to you first. she pushed you down onto your hands and knees, your ass raised high in the air. the position left you vulnerable, exposed, and aching with need. she ran her fingers down the curve of your spine, tracing the dip of your lower back before delivering a sharp smack to your ass. the sting of the slap sent a jolt of pleasure through you.

yeji grinned, her dark eyes sparkling with anticipation as she watched ryujin buckle the harness around her hips, securing the dildo in place. she squirted a generous amount of lube onto the thick, girthy cock, stroking it a few times to ensure it was slick and ready. the toy bobbed obscenely as ryujin moved, the thick head glistening with a bead of moisture. ryujin had clearly prepped it, eager to be inside you.

in front of you, yeji watched with rapt attention, her blue eyes dark with desire. she crooked a finger at you, beckoning you closer. “come here, baby. i want that pretty mouth of yours on my pussy. now.”

with a final glance over your shoulder at ryujin, you turned your attention to yeji, crawling forward until your face was mere inches from her dripping sex. you could smell her arousal, could feel the heat radiating off her skin. your mouth watered at the thought of tasting her.

ryujin, meanwhile, positioned herself behind you, her hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. she rubbed the head of the strap–on against your ass, teasing your crack and your dripping slit before pushing forward, the thick cock spreading you open as she hilted inside you with one hard thrust.

you cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure as ryujin entered you in one brutal thrust, her thick strap–on spearing your tight heat open. your back arched, pushing your ass higher in the air as your body struggled to adjust to the sudden intrusion. ryujin groaned, her fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as she held you in place.

the thick strap–on stretched you deliciously, filling you so completely that you could feel every ridge and vein of the silicone cock pulsing inside your tight heat. your inner walls clenched down, fluttering around the intrusion as your body adjusted to the sudden penetration.

“fuck, you’re so tight.” ryujin groaned, her fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as she held you in place, impaled on her thick shaft. she started to move, pulling out until just the tip remained inside you before slamming back in, setting a hard, fast rhythm that had the bed shaking beneath you.

the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with ryujin’s grunts and growls of pleasure. her hips smacked against your ass with each powerful thrust, the lewd sound echoing in your ears.

in front of you, yeji watched the lewd display with hooded eyes, her chest heaving with each ragged breath. she tangled her fingers in your wet hair, gripping it tightly as she pulled your face against her dripping sex.

“put that tongue to good use, baby.” yeji panted, her hips rolling against your face in a silent demand. you could feel her wetness coating your cheeks, smearing across your skin like a perverse paint.

obediently, you leaned in and dragged your tongue along her slit, moaning at the tangy–sweet taste of her arousal. you could feel ryujin’s strap inside you, stretching you deliciously as she continued her relentless pace. your pussy clenched around her, trying to draw her deeper, to hold her inside you.

yeji gasped, her head falling back against the pillows as you explored her most intimate places with your tongue. her fingers tightened in your hair, holding you in place as she ground against your face, riding your mouth with wild abandon.

ryujin leaned over you, her chest pressed against your back as she bit down hard on your shoulder, marking you as her own. her hips never stopped their brutal pace, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room along with your combined moans and cries of pleasure.

“that’s it, baby.” ryujin panted against your ear, her voice a low, guttural growl. “take my cock like the good little slut you are. fuck, i can feel you squeezing me... you love this, don’t you? love being used like a fuck toy.”

yeji’s moans grew louder and more urgent as your tongue delved deeper, exploring every fold and crevice of her dripping sex. her clit throbbed against your lips, the sensitive nub swollen and aching for your touch. you oblige, flicking your tongue rapidly over the bundle of nerves, feeling yeji’s body quiver and shake in response.

“don’t listen to her, love. she’s just messing with you. just keep what you’re doing, you’re being so good for me…” her thighs clenched around your head, holding you in place as she ground her cunt harder against your mouth, coating your lips and chin with her slick arousal.

ryujin’s thrusts grew more erratic, her hips slamming against your ass with bruising force. the strap–on plunged in and out of your dripping pussy, stretching you wide around its girthy length. you could feel every ridge and vein of the toy as it ravaged your most intimate depths, stoking the fire building low in your belly.

ryujin’s hands slid up your back, her fingers splaying across your shoulder blades before pushing down, forcing your chest to the mattress. this new angle allowed her to drive even deeper into you, the head of the strap–on kissing your cervix with each brutal thrust.

the room filled with the carnal symphony of your combined lust — the slick, obscene sound of ryujin’s hips slapping against your ass, yeji’s wanton moans, and the wet, filthy noises of your mouth working over her weeping cunt. your own cries of pleasure were muffled against yeji’s sex, vibrating deliciously through your throat.

you could feel your climax building, your inner muscles starting to flutter and clench around the thick intrusion stretching you wide. your fingers clenched in the sheets, fisting the fabric as you teetered on the edge of ecstasy, desperate for release.

ryujin could feel your pussy starting to spasm around her cock, your walls clenching and fluttering as your orgasm approached. she groaned, her hips slamming against your ass with renewed vigor, determined to make you come undone.

“that’s it, baby, come on my cock.” ryujin growled, her voice a low, guttural rumble. her fingers dug into the flesh of your ass, no doubt leaving bruises in their wake as she held you in place, fucking you with wild abandon.

yeji’s moans reached a fever pitch, her body tensing and shaking as she teetered on the brink of her own release. “i’m... i’m gonna come, fuck!” yeji screamed, her voice cracking with the force of her impending climax. her pussy clenched, the walls fluttering wildly as a gush of fluid spilled from her core, coating your chin and dripping down onto the sheets below.

ryujin felt your pussy clamp down around her like a vice, your inner muscles rippling and squeezing the strap–on as your orgasm crashed over you. she let out a guttural moan, slamming into you one last time before stilling, buried to the hilt inside your spasming cunt.

wave after wave of pleasure washed over you, your body shaking and trembling as you came harder than you ever had before. your vision went white, stars exploding behind your eyelids as ecstasy consumed you utterly.

behind you, ryujin shuddered, her hips giving a few last, erratic thrusts as she rode out the aftershocks of your mutual climax. she collapsed against your back, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath.

yeji went limp above you, her thighs falling open and her chest rising and falling rapidly as she too tried to regain her composure. she stroked your hair almost tenderly, petting you as you all came down from the high of our shared release.

in the aftermath, the room was filled with the sound of your ragged breathing and the occasional aftershock that still made your bodies jump and twitch. the scent of sex and sweat hung heavy in the air, a testament to the passion and lust that had just been unleashed.

as the initial intensity of your shared orgasms began to subside, a comfortable lassitude settled over the three of you. ryujin rolled off of you, slipping the strap–on out of your sensitive pussy with a soft, wet sound. you winced slightly at the sudden emptiness, your muscles still fluttering and clenching around the space where the toy had been.

ryujin disposed of the strap–on, tossing it carelessly towards the foot of the bed before pulling you into her arms. she curled around you protectively, your back to her front, her arms wrapped around your waist. yeji, not to be left out, rolled to face you both, her hand finding yours and intertwining your fingers.

for a long moment, the three of you simply basked in the afterglow of your lovemaking, the warmth of your naked bodies pressed together a comforting contrast to the cool air of the room. ryujin’s fingers traced idle patterns on your stomach, dipping teasingly into your navel before sliding back up to cup the soft swell of your breast.

yeji leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, sensual kiss. it was a kiss filled with lazy satisfaction and a promise of more to come. when she finally pulled back, her eyes sparkled with mischief and a hint of something deeper and more tender.

“that was incredible.” yeji murmured, her voice low and slightly hoarse from her earlier cries of pleasure. “we’re definitely going to have to do this again sometime…”

ryujin chuckled, nipping playfully at your shoulder before agreeing. “you can count on it, baby. a sexy little thing like you will be seeing a lot more of us... if you play your cards right.”

she punctuated her words with a teasing smack to your ass, making you gasp and squirm in their embrace. yeji giggled, her fingers squeezing yours gently as if to reassure you that you were in good hands... and that those hands would be all over you again very soon.

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sleepinghypnos · 1 month ago

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Tags: Smut, Series, Oral (Cunnilingus)

A/N: Change POV

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You arrive at Giselle's work location...

She's having a collaboration with ITZY's Yeji and IVE's Yujin. They are practicing their piece at the JYP Entertainment's Headquarters.

You entered the JYP Building and some staffs are waiting for your arrival and guided you to the area where Giselle and her collab-mates stationed. It lead you to the iconic JYP Dance Practice room.

The staff opened the door and there they are... Giselle wearing a pink booty shorts extremely enhancing her already plump ass. Yeji and Yujin are both wearing sweatpants.

"Thank you..." You said to the staff that guided you.

You walk up to their location. "How's your day?"

"Who are you?" Giselle asked confusedly for a moment then... "Oppa?!"

You already knew that she'll recognized you just like what Karina did earlier. Seems like Red Velvet goes around bragging about you and you very blessed and well endowed rod.

"I'm here to deliver your food and I ordered enough for them as well, you can share it." You said and handed her the Pineapple Pizza, Chocolate Mint Shake that she likes. It's good enough for four people.

"Yeji-ssi and Yujin-ssi, eat first before you continue your practice."

"Is this your group's new manager that you talked about earlier? He's really handsome!" Yeji said.

"He's very tall too, it's a waste to make him a manager. Look at him!" Yujin voiced out her opinion as well.

"Hello, My name is Lucas..." Bowing to them a little. "Come on, eat your fill."

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An hour passed, Yeji and Yujin excused themselves after eating, they said walking after eating so much can help it digest the food faster.

You and Giselle are the only ones left in the practice room, it's locked from the inside and only those who has the keys can enter.

"This is my first collab, Huh?" She mused to herself sauntering back and forth here in the practice room. "Can't believe it's finally happening. All that hard work and preparation are about to pay off. I'm collab-ing with other idols now." Giselle took a deep breathe, steeling herself for the challenge ahead. As she settled into the sofa, Giselle couldn't help but feel a sense of pride knowing that Aespa had been growing ever since their debut. This collab, Karina's brand endorsement and the other members own projects are a testament of their growing influence in the industry.

A soft smile played on her lips as she thought about how far they'd come since debuting. From trainees struggling to perfect their craft to global idols gracing magazine covers, and red carpets. But Giselle knew there was still so much more they could achieve together.

You sat beside her on the sofa. Her already 'short' booty short rode up and it looks like she's just wearing panties.

"Having so much thought inside that brain of yours?" You said to her. "Let me ease your mind a little bit." Since the whole Aespa already knows who you are, you might as well take the initiative. You put your hand to her thick thighs up to her booty shorts and slide it to the side together with her undergarment to finger her.

"Mmmph!" A soft gasp escaped her lips as your fingers slid into her panties, finding her already slick with anticipation. "Lucas-oppa..." She whispered breathlessly, arching her back slightly to press herself against your hand. Giselle's mind raced with a mix of excitement and nerves. The thrill of being touched so intimately in public was both thrilling and taboo - a forbidden pleasure that only added to the heat building between her thighs.

As your fingers began to stroke and tease, Giselle's hips started to rock subtly in time with your movements. She bit her lip to stifle any loud moans from escaping, not wanting them draw attention from outside the practice room if ever they can hear it.

Despite the risk, Giselle couldn't help but let out small whimpers of pleasure as you worked your magic on her sensitive flesh. Her white thighs trembled slightly beneath the pink booty short, evidence of just how much she was enjoying this illicit encounter.

You knelt between her legs, look up to her as you lean in to ear her soaking pussy. "You can moan, but not to loud. You don't want to get caught right?"

"AHHH! Lucas-oppa!" She moaned softly, her voice barely above a whisper as your tongue delved into her dripping folds. "OH GOD! TH-THAT FEELS S-SO GOOOOD..." Giselle's hands instinctively reached down to tangle in your hair. guiding your mouth closer to where she needed it most. Her hips bucked slightly against your face as you licked and sucked her sensitive clit.

The combination of her hips rocking motion and the intimacy of being pleasured by you in such a public setting sent shivers of delight through Giselle's body. She felt like she was walking a tightrope - balancing between thrill of getting caught and the desperate need for release. As much as Giselle wanted to let out loud cries of ecstasy, she knew she had to be careful not to attract attention from the outside of the room. So instead, she focused on stifling her noises with soft gasps and whimpers.

"You taste so good, Giselle!" You said then made your way inside of her flooding cunt and scrape the inside with your tongue.

A shuddering moan escaped her lips as your tongue delved deeper, stroking along the sensitive walls of her pussy. "AHH... YES! JUST LIKE THAT...."

"Ssshh..." You tried to make her moan quietly.

She breathed out softly, her fingers tightening on your hair. Her mind was consumed by a haze of pleasure, every nerve ending alight with sensation. The wet sounds of your mouth on her flesh filled the room.

As you continued to lap at her juices and suckle on her clit, Giselle could feel an intense pressure building low in her belly. Her thighs trembled around your head as she teetered on the edge of climax.

With a final flick of your tongue against that special spot inside her, Giselle came undone. She clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle any loud noises as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her. "OH G-GOD! M-MMMPH! S-SHIT! I'M C-CUMMING....!"

You pull back and look up at her, your chin glistening with her juices. You give her a warm smile as you savor the taste of her on your tongue. "You're absolutely delicious, Giselle. Seeing you squirt like that is so sexy." You gently stroke her thigh. "Are you okay? Did that ease your mind?" Your slightly deep voice is soft and caring.

She let out a shaky breath, her chest heaving as she tried to calm her racing heart. "Mmm... yes, Lucas-oppa. That was incredible..." Giselle's voice was husky with post-orgasmic satisfaction.

As you gazed up at her with that warm, appreciative smile, Giselle felt a flutter in her stomach. The way you savored the taste of her essence on your tongue sent a shiver down her spine - it was both intimate and strangely empowering. She nodded slowly in response to your question, still trying to process the intensity of what just happened. "I'm more than okay... I think that helped me relax even better than I expected."

Giselle's fingers gently stroked through your hair as she looked down at you with an affectionate expression. "You have no idea how much this means to me. Being able to share these private moments together makes everything feel so much more real and special."

A soft blush colored Giselle's cheeks as she realized just how vulnerable she'd been in that instant. But the warmth of your touch and the sincerity in your eyes made her feel safe, cherished even. "Thank you for taking care of me like this, Lucas-oppa. I'm so grateful to have you by my side."

A soft gasp escaped her lips as your mouth kissed its way up her thigh, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. "Mmm... throatfuck me? Really!?" She whispered, a mix of excitement and nervousness coloring her tone. Giselle's heart raced at the thought of being so thoroughly claimed by you in such an exposed location. But the promise of more to come later only heightened her anticipation. As you crawled up her body, Giselle instinctively wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling you closer. "I'm yours whenever and wherever," she murmured against your ear with a sultry whisper. "Just promise me you'll use me however you wish." A playful smirk tugged at the corner of Giselle's lips as she gazed into your eyes with a mischievous glint. "And I'll be counting down the minutes until we can get back to the mansion for round two. Or three... or however many times I can handle before passing out from pleasure." Giselle leaned in to capture your lips in a deep, passionate kiss, her tongue dancing with yours as she poured all her desire into the embrace....

#kpop smut #smut #kpop fic #aespa smut #giselle smut #kpop

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ryunnggg · 2 years ago

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Step by Step - ITZY Yuna

Y/n picked up his stepdaughter from school at the usual hour, struggling to act as if everything were the same as always even if he had spent the whole day in his office thinking about what had happened that morning between them.

He sighed, adjusting his tenting pants as he was thinking of Yuna with just a shirt and pants in bed with him and her mother.

He had thought she was afraid of thunders the previous night and so he had let her get into their bed, but that morning he woke up to the teenager groping and licking his dick and suddenly he found himself teaching the girl how to take care of his erection.

He had tried to stop thinking about it, but the more he tried the more he kept daydreaming of what he could do with the young woman, who was clearly attracted to him.

He and her mother had been together for months, at that point, but the bed had been kind of cold since the woman had started taking sleeping pills that left her to sleep like dead and him to jerk off in the silence.

Yuna had unbalanced all that and now he couldn't stop thinking about the girl's lips around his dick and what they could do while her mother was asleep.

He smiled a touch predatorily as Yuna entered the car, school uniform and fresh smell, terribly tempting.

"Hi, daddy." The girl smiled, gaze drifting down to his crotch with a certain hunger in her eyes.

"Hi, baby." The man took a deep breath, starting the engine to drive home.

He wasn't really sure of what to expect from her since that morning but he wouldn't have expected even in his brightest dreams the little hand that travelled towards him and started to gently cup his hard on through the fabric.

"Baby girl..." Y/n tried to warn her even if sighing in pleasure. "Daddy will end up taking you someplace to do things to you if you keep that up..."

Yuna licked her lips and as an answer tightened the grip on his hard on. "Will you let me suck you off again, daddy?" she murmured excitedly.

"That and so much more..." he promised, deciding to change their route to go just outside town and have a bit of intimacy in some country lane.

Yuna made a little sound and Y/n was able to notice her pressing her thighs together.

"Have you thought about this morning, baby?" he asked, curious.

"Yes, all day..." she admitted with a soft sigh.

Y/n nodded in silence before throwing her a glance. "Have you ever kissed another man?"

She shook her head, watching him. "Not before you this morning."

"That's good."

"Is it?"

"Yes." He nodded again, finding out suddenly that he was very possessive of his stepdaughter. "Daddy wants to be the only one to kiss you."

"You will be." She hurried to promise.

"Will you let daddy take care of that sweet pussy of yours later?" he asked with his hard on pressing against the zip at the mere thought of him taking the girl's virginity.

"Yes." She sighed heavily. "Everything, daddy..."

"Good girl..." he whispered, parking the car behind a line of trees before cutting the engine and taking off the belt.

Yuna didn't wait for him to tell her anything and hurried to pull down his zipper and free his erection from his pants and boxers with a pitiful moan.

"Have you been waiting long to do this to daddy?" he asked softly, carding his fingers in her soft long hair.

Yuna nodded with a sigh and suddenly she went down to lick at the head already leaking precum, moaning as if it were the best thing she had ever tasted.

Y/n groaned and let his head drop against the headrest, petting her head. "Good girl... take care of daddy." He incited her, slightly parting his legs as the teenager started taking him in her mouth and sucking him off.

He couldn't think of anything else than how good she was at that, how he was going to enjoy her little mouth on his dick for the years to come. Slowly he started to put pressure on her head, driving her down on his dick, and Yuna went willingly, moaning softly around his cock as if that was paradise to her and she couldn't ask for anything better than her father feeding her his cock.

"Daddy will come to your room tonight..." he promised, gripping her hair and starting to move her head, dictating the pace.

Yuna abandoned every attempt to try to take her time and found out she enjoyed terribly letting him use her like that. She pressed her thighs in an attempt to stimulate herself since her daddy wasn't touching her, and moaned in an attempt to ask him to keep talking.

"Would you like that, love? Would you like daddy to come in your room and take your virginity once your mom is sleeping?" He let go of her head and Yuna took the chance to let his dick slip from her swollen lips with an obscene wet pop.

"Yes, daddy, please..." She croaked, voice hoarse, and moved one hand to jerk him off while she was busy talking between little licks at his head. "I want you so much..."

"Then daddy will come,” he promised short of breath before guiding her back down on his dick. "Daddy wants you to keep the uniform. I've dreamed all day of me taking your sweet pussy while you're still wearing those preppy clothes. I want to pull up that skirt and just eat your pussy while you tremble and scream in pleasure."

He moaned, pushing his dick up in her mouth. "Daddy will have you many times tonight," he promised, keeping her down as he emptied his balls with a huge groan.

Yuna moaned around his erection and swallowed it all down, close herself to her orgasm after hearing his words. It was everything she wanted and couldn't believe her stepdad was finally giving her all of that. She waited until he let her go to let the softening cock slip out her mouth.

"Please daddy, I'll be a good girl." She nodded, moving her long hair behind her shoulders. "I want you so much."

"Than you'll have me,” he promised in a whisper, caressing her chin and guiding her so he could kiss her soft lips and taste his own cum on her tongue.

***

Yuna went directly to her room as they entered home, trying to hide to her mom the way her lips were red and swollen. She was afraid her mother would notice that she was so excited she couldn't even sit still.

In her room she waited for hours for the man to go to her, pacing and trying to make herself prettier in front of the mirror. She changed her bra hoping Y/n would like it and then put back the white shirt. She was just done with it when Y/n came through her door, wearing soft clothes that he used to bed.

She almost couldn't breathe from excitement and nearly threw herself in his arms.

Y/n smiled on her lips before kissing her and holding her tightly in his arms, letting his hands roam the young sexy body of his stepdaughter. "Were you waiting for me?"

"Yes, daddy." She nodded with a little sigh, trying to press her breasts to his chest in an attempt to get him more excited.

The man groaned softly and took her by her hands to lead her towards the bed. There he sat at the foot of the bed, watching her from below.

"Daddy was waiting to come here too. I had to wait for your mom to take her pills." He sighed, letting her hands go to caress her sides. "But now I can't wait anymore. Do you still want daddy to take your pretty pussy?" Y/n asked just to be sure.

Yuna nodded in a hurry, licking her lips. "Yes. So much." She slowly shook her head, truly eager to get down to it with him.

Y/n smiled softly and nodded, moving his hands over the buttons of her shirt. "Let daddy see you, baby girl."

Yuna swallowed, a touch nervous, but let him do whatever he wanted, relying on him to know what to do since she had no experience whatsoever.

Y/n licked his lips hungrily looking at her soft breast. Slowly he started to fondle her tits, eliciting a moan from his daughter. "Such soft tits."

"Do you like them?" Yuna asked in a breath.

"Very much." Y/n nodded, squeezing them and pressing his thumbs against her nipples through the fabric.

He waited for her nipples to stand before moving his hands behind her back to unhook the bra and be able to pull down the fabric to let her tits free. He didn't take it off, not wanting to take her shirt off too, and instead leaned in to put his mouth on her soft skin and start to suck her breast while fondling the other one with one hand.

Yuna moaned, closing her eyes for a moment, and put her hands on his shoulders looking for a balance as he was able to make her swoon in place.

"Daddy," she called him softly as Y/n started to suck on her nipple, eliciting another moan from her lips. "Daddy, please..." she moaned, feeling her pussy get even wetter under that treatment.

But Y/n let her nipple go with a long lick just to move on the other one.

The girl moaned and arched her back trying to get something more. Y/n opened his legs and pulled her close as he kept fondling her breasts, covering them with kisses and little bites.

"Daddy loves them,” he murmured excited, letting her breast go just to let his hands roam below, covering her ass and squeezing at her asscheeks.

He couldn't wait for the moment when he would have been able to not only fuck her pussy but also her ass, making sure he would have all her holes for himself. "You're such a pretty baby," he murmured, moving his hands under her skirt to feel directly her hot skin under his palms.

He slowly took the fabric of her panties and pulled it down, making Yuna hold her breath as he got rid of her underwear.

"Oh, you got really wet as you were waiting for daddy,” Y/n commented with a grin, guiding her to raise one leg and then the other one to take off the garment and throw it aside, enjoying the view of her pussy up and close and smelling of her desire.

Without letting her move away he leaned in and pressed his mouth against her crotch to lick at her clit.

Yuna yelped, not having expected that, and soon Y/n had to make her lie down on the bed since her legs were trembling so much she was probably a few seconds away from falling on the floor or in his arms.

Y/n let her catch her breath and smirked, looking down at her while starting to remove his own clothes. He had every intention to spend the night in her room completely naked, ravishing the girl and completely ruining her uniform.

Yuna licked her lips staring at him, still short of breath after those few seconds with his mouth on her. If that had felt so intense, she had no idea how she was going to get through the night with the muscular man plowing his dick in her and having sex for hours on end like he had promised.

She made a little sound at seeing his hard on jutting out, ready to take her, and instinctively she spread her legs for him, pulling up her little skirt to show off her pussy to the man.

"Please, daddy,” she whispered.

Y/n moaned at that sight and wrapped one hand around his dick, pulling at it a couple times before crawling on the bed and right between her legs.

"My beautiful baby, so ready for her daddy,” he whispered, licking his lips before diving right back to her pussy to lick and suck at her swollen clit.

Yuna screamed in pleasure and moved her hands on his shoulders, holding to them tightly as Y/n made everything in his abilities to drive her crazy.

He started moving one finger in her while licking and sucking, waiting to be sure it wouldn't hurt her before adding another finger, moaning at feeling her terribly hot and wet, perfectly relaxed for him and ready to take her first dick.

Y/n moved away, kneeling on the bedcovers and just watching the panting and disheveled girl in front of him.

"Daddy is gonna give you everything,” he murmured, starting to slide the head of his dick against her wet vagina.

Yuna opened her eyes with a sigh and for a moment she tensed up. "Daddy- shouldn't you wear a condom?" she asked hesitantly, but Y/n shook his head.

He had decided many hours before that he wasn't going to wear any with her, that he was in fact going to fill her up with his cum night after night till she would get pregnant with his child.

At that point he would have find some story to tell her mother about making sure Yuna wouldn't raise her child alone and dump her mother to marry the girl as a good stepfather making sure his daughter wouldn't get her life ruined by the first dick she had had "probably at some party".

He was unashamed about deceiving his young stepdaughter and tricking her into having unprotected sex so that he could get her pregnant with his baby. He had every intention of making sure he would be the father of her first born. And if that included telling her that he couldn’t do anything about cumming inside her and making sure in time she would find that hot too… even better.

"You don't have to worry about it, love, daddy is gonna take it out in time,” he assured the girl, bending down to kiss her sweetly on her lips.

Yuna smiled at him, trusting and still so innocent. "I like when you call me love."

"It's what you are to me." He smiled, kissing her again before starting to trust his dick deep into her with a groan.

Yuna was left without breath for a moment at the feeling of her stepfather's dick pushing deep into her.

She had never felt so full before, and suddenly she couldn't repress a loud moan. She closed her eyes and gripped tightly at the pillow under her head as Y/n rained kisses on her face and neck.

Soon he started to move inside her, first with a slow pace and then grunting and moaning the man went faster, fucking her harder.

If Somin hadn't been under the effect of her sleeping pills surely she would have gone to check on the ruckus they were making, screaming and moaning in pleasure, asking for more and promising the moon to each other, the headboard soon slamming against the wall on time with every thrust of the man.

Yuna was moaning in pleasure, trying to move towards her father, but the man was holding on to her thighs and kept them well spread to be able to slam into the girl harder and deeper.

He was soon covered in sweat, but had no intention to stop, excited as he had never been before. He rose to his knees and gripped tightly her sides to pull her hard on his dick with a loud moan, taking her pussy almost violently and pushing himself balls deep in her.

Yuna screamed, her muscles tensing around him, and suddenly she felt a wave of pleasure hit her with the first orgasm of the night.

Y/n moaned and kept moving, taking pleasure by the way her pussy was tensing and spasming around his cock.

"Just like that, baby girl, let daddy give you everything." He moaned moving one hand over her vagina to gently rub at her clit with his thumb, grinning at the obscene sound she made.

Yuna was breathless at that point, her thighs trembling, and she thought that she couldn't take any more.

"It's- it's too much, daddy..." She moaned, trying to arch and move away from his hand, overstimulated.

He was relentless though and soon he started rocking his hips again, fucking her wet pussy.

"No, it's not, love, let daddy show you... you're so hot... so perfect to daddy." He moaned, making her blush. "You want to make daddy cum, right, love? Do you you want daddy to have pleasure in you? I bet you can give me so much more pleasure than your mommy..."

"Can I?" she whispered, cheeks flushed.

"Oh, yes, baby girl, your pussy tastes so much better and it's so much hotter around daddy's dick, you're almost driving me crazy..."

Yuna moaned, relaxing when he stopped torturing her clit. "Please, daddy, I want you to prefer me..."

"Oh, I do, baby..." He moaned, swallowing at feeling the orgasm coming.

Suddenly he dropped forward on the bed, covering her body with his, and went back at kissing her mouth, plunging his tongue deep inside as he rocked his hips and pushed his dick deep in her body.

"Daddy is almost there, love,” he whispered over her lips.

Yuna squealed, taking a hold on his shoulders. "You have to take it out daddy, you're not using a condom," she tried to remind him, but then that made the trick and Y/n pushed with a hard thrust deep inside her, only wanting to fill her up and get her pregnant.

He howled in pleasure, filling her up with wave after wave of sperm.

Yuna held her breath, looking at him with wide eyes as she felt his pleasure inside her pussy. "Daddy-"

Y/n almost collapsed on top of her, short of breath.

Yuna instinctively hug his shoulders and Y/n nuzzled lazily at her neck

"I'm sorry, baby, daddy couldn't hold back anymore,” he apologized, not at all sorry to say the least, but covering it by keeping his face against her neck.

Yuna licked her lips and bite down on her bottom lip, worried.

"What if I get pregnant?" she whispered worriedly.

At that Y/n lifted his head to look in her eyes and kissed her on the lips with fondness.

"Than daddy will do what's right and take care of you and the baby. But you have nothing to worry, I'm pretty sure just a bit of cum for one night won't change anything?"

"You sure?" she asked, feeling the heat rise on her face at his words, at that strange image of them being a family, of Y/n marrying her instead of her mommy.

It wasn't unpleasant to say the least, not after all the months she had spent dreaming of being his woman.

"Pretty sure, don't worry." He kissed her brow. "Just once won't get you pregnant," he lied with a smile on his face.

Yuna relaxed and nodded, and Y/n felt a pang of guilt for the briefest moment but he put it aside as he went back to kiss her to make sure she was well satisfied.

"Daddy has no intention of leaving you alone for tonight, love," he murmured on her lips, moving one hand over one of her breasts. "Just wait for daddy to be hard again." He smirked, slowly torturing her nipple with his thumb.

Yuna moaned under his attentions and slowly she felt his dick grow hard again. She moaned softly and soon Y/n started moving again inside her.

"Daddy..."

Y/n licked his lips and went back at kneeling over her, pushing in her hard but without the previous impatience. Now he simply enjoyed the sight of his baby girl spread out in front of him, her pussy pink and abused stretched around his dick, her school uniform in disarray and her tits jiggling at his every thrust.

"You're such a sight for sore eyes, baby..." He moaned, moving one hand over her stomach to pet her, mentally dreaming of a time when she was going to be carrying his child, belly bulging with pregnancy.

He licked his lips at the thought and sighed, moving one hand up to pet and gently squeeze her breasts. "Such a beautiful sight... you're mine now, you know that?" he murmured possessive.

Yuna hurried to nod thinking only at the man fucking her and how much she did love feeling him move inside her.

"Only yours, daddy..."

Y/n kept on moving till he was just one breath away from coming and then he pulled the girl hard on his dick, impaling her right as he started cumming. He groaned loudly, lost in pleasure, and despite her squirming Yuna had no way of moving away, her legs trembling for the intensity of the sex as her father filled her up a second time.

"Daddy..."

"Yes..." He moaned with his eyes closed, groaning as the girl tensed her muscles around him in a vain attempt to make him pull out his cock. Not that it would have changed something. Y/n turned his gaze to her.

"What is it, baby girl?" he murmured as nothing strange had just happened.

"You said you would pull out," she whined softly.

Y/n licked his lips and rubbed circles on her hips. "I know, love, but daddy already came inside just before, right? It won't change anything if it happens during the same night."

"Are you sure?" she asked after a moment of hesitation.

"I'm sure, baby." He nodded, bending down to kiss her on the lips and distract her from the subjects. "Daddy wants to enjoy it till he can, you're just so soft and hot inside, it's too hard for daddy to take it out in time... don't you like it when daddy fills you up?" he asked, gently rocking his hips.

Yuna moaned softly, but after a moment she nodded, caressing his neck. "I do like that feeling of you cumming in me,” she admitted in a soft murmur, her cheeks flushed, and Y/n smiled brightly at her, kissing her again.

"My sweet baby girl likes when daddy pumps his special milk inside of her, uh? That's so hot, baby," he murmured and Yuna went even more red if that was possible at hearing him praise her like that for what she liked.

"Are you sure it won't get me pregnant though?"

"Sure." He nodded still kissing her. "And I'm old anyway, it's possible I couldn't get you pregnant even if we were to have sex like this for the rest of our lives. Even if I think I would really love to give you a couple children in a few years,” he admitted and Yuna giggled, thinking about it.

"Do you?"

"Definitely." The man smiled down at her.

When he finally pulled back his dick left her pussy with an obscene sound and Y/n hummed in approval, watching his cum slowly drip out of her.

"The most beautiful sight daddy has ever seen..." he murmured, caressing her legs.

He helped her get rid of her uniform then so she could lie with him completely naked during the night.

Yuna let him do whatever he wanted, lost in the pleasure and the feeling of being finally in the arms of the man she loved more than anyone else in the world.

She didn't protest as Y/n lead her to stand on all four and moaned aloud when he went down on her, licking her pussy and sucking at her clit just as he had when they had started.

Y/n took his sweet time at making sure she would have another orgasm, determined in giving her the best first night of sex any girl would want.

Yuna was still shaking from the last orgasm giving to her by his tongue when Y/n kneeled behind her and once again he rubbed his dick against her pussy. "Daddy-"

"Daddy wants you so much, baby girl..." He moaned, slightly pushing just the head in her opening.

Yuna moaned and without thinking too much started to rock back towards him, pushing herself on his cock.

"Just like that..." He moaned, caressing her asscheeks. "Show your daddy how much you like it,” he incited her, making her hear his approval as inch after inch of his cock disappeared inside her until Yuna was pushing herself against his hips.

"Good girl..." He sighed, standing still for a moment and leaving her time to readjust at his cock and the different position. As soon as he felt the girl relax he started moving.

At first slow sweet movements, then wider as time went by, progressively harder even if he didn't resume the hard pace he had used before.

Yuna seemed to love it, moving with him and trying to let him go as deep as possible.

"Daddy..." She moaned when Y/n bend down to cover her body with his own, pressing his chest to her back.

"You're so good at this, baby,” he complimented her, moving one hand from the bed to one of her breasts, squeezing and drawing a moan out of her as he focused his efforts on her nipple, pinching it and rolling it with his thumb. "And you sound so good too... are you okay with daddy coming inside you this time?" he asked while kissing her neck.

After the numerous reassurances of the man that it wouldn't have changed anything, she just nodded with her eyes closed, lost in pleasure.

"Daddy wants to hear you ask for it, love... tell me you want me inside." He pressed on it, excited at the thought of his stepdaughter actively asking him to fill her up.

Yuna moaned slowly getting just as excited at the thought and pushed back on his cock, enjoying feeling it deep in her pussy. "Daddy- I want you inside..."

Y/n moaned and kissed her neck again. "More, baby..."

"I want to feel you cum inside me..." She moaned, getting a little embarrassed, but Y/n pushed a bit harder in her making her gasp.

"Ask me to fill you up," he requested, more and more excited, and pressed his dick in her to the base.

Yuna moaned aloud, squeezing his cock with her pussy. "Please, daddy... don't get out, I like when you fill up my pussy with cum..."

Y/n groaned aloud and finally did what she had just asked, coming inside her for the third time in one night in his stepdaughter.

"Yes!" He moaned, squeezing both her breasts.

Between that and the feeling of his cum once again inside, she wasn't able to hold on to it anymore and reached the edge herself, trembling in his arms as she came too.

***

Y/n left his daughter’s bedroom only after making sure she was cleaned up and tucked in bed.

He went for a late and very much needed shower, still half hard at the thought that maybe his stepdaughter was already carrying his child, and without so much of a pang of regret for his deceit he went back to his partner's bed and lay beside her, smiling at the thought of how many sex filled nights were waiting for him in Yuna's room.

***

Somin was busy in the kitchen, Y/n could see her through the open door on the living room. Without taking his eyes off her, he took the blanket thrown over the couch to cover himself and Yuna.

The girl smiled at him, looking at him for a moment instead of the TV. That changed when Y/n moved one arm around her shoulders and tugged her closer.

They had started having sex on a regular basis barely a week ago and already he couldn't resist the urge to have more of her anytime, anywhere.

"Now, why don't you put your head on my shoulder and fake sleeping?" Y/n murmured, kissing her forehead and making sure the woman in the adjacent room wouldn't hear him.

Yuna blushed and threw a glance in the direction of the kitchen, even if she couldn't see her mother from her position. With a little embarrassed smile she did what her stepfather had just asked and Y/n softly kissed the top of her head.

"Good girl," he murmured, deeply enjoying the chance of being able to cuddle up with the girl on the couch.

Even if soon it wasn't enough to him.

Y/n sighed as his erection grew harder by the minute. He licked his lips, throwing another glance at the woman cleaning up after dinner, and slowly - trying to not be heard or noticed under the TV noise - he pulled down his zipper and opened up his pants. Slowly, so not to move too much the blanket, he took one of his daughter hands and moved it over his erection.

Yuna held her breath at that but obediently wrapped her hand around his dick as Y/n was leading her to do and gently started to jerk him off.

Y/n moaned softly, closing his eyes for a moment, and took his hand from under the blanket to grab the remote and raise the volume a touch more to cover up his sounds as the little girl in his arms kept jerking him off there in the living room.

"Just like that..." he whispered, his head reclined against the couch and his legs spread a tad more as her little hand kept moving on his hard on giving him pleasure.

He made sure that nothing would be noticed through their cover and jerked his hips up slightly to make her pick up the pace.

He groaned as she did just that, excited for her touch and the knowledge that they were terribly close to being discovered. She didn't know any better, too young and horny, but he knew and as much as he cared not to be found out also enjoyed the thrill.

Y/n went back at sipping his beer to cover up a moan as his stepdaughter kept masturbating him and squeezed the head of the cock a bit more in her soft fingers.

"Daddy wants to push you under the blanket so much, love,” he whispered in her ear, smirking at the flush that covered her face. He suddenly raised his head when Somin appeared on the door.

"Is she asleep?"

"I think so." He cleared his throat, tensing up a bit as Yuna just slowed down but didn't stop touching him. "I can take her to bed later," he offered, hoping Somin would not try to go and wake her up right in that moment finding out what they had been doing the whole time.

But the woman just smiled and nodded once. "Thanks, you're really good with her."

"I do everything I can." He smiled, trying not to moan as Yuna picked up the pace once again without even waiting for her mother to go away.

Y/n waited for the woman to do just that and as soon as he heard the switch of their bedroom click he groaned softly, removing the blanket from his lap to uncover his red and flustered cock and the pale hand still holding it.

"Am I good, daddy?" Yuna whispered, looking for his eyes.

Y/n hurried to nod and leaned in to kiss her with a deep hunger, but instead of saying anything he pushed his fingers in her hair and guided her head down.

Yuna understood what he wanted and just opened up her mouth, closing her eyes as it got stuffed full with his hot dick.

Y/n groaned softly, enjoying the warmth of her mouth, and started moving his hips, too excited to wait anymore.

"Like that, baby, let daddy fuck your mouth..." He moaned softly, hoping Somin would not come back. "Let daddy cum in that hot throat of yours..."

Yuna let him guide her as he preferred and squeezed her thighs shut as she grew wet too. She had no way of telling him or even ask him to do something about that either, but wasn't even sure she couldn't reach an orgasm by the pleasure it gave her to let him fuck her throat like that in an open space like their living room where her mother could have caught them anytime soon.

Y/n suddenly emptied his balls in her mouth with a loud groan, pressing her down till her lips were closed around the base of his dick, and kept her down as he shoot wave after wave of cum deep in her throat.

"Good girl,” he whispered breathless when he was finally done and he eventually let her go.

Yuna let his dick slip out her lips with a soft moan, looking at him as if he hung the moon in the sky. "Daddy..."

Y/n smiled tenderly at that sight and slowly cleaned a bead of sperm from her chin with his thumb, making her suck on it for a moment before taking it away to kiss her on the lips.

"My good little girl... you made daddy cum so hard,” he sighed, hurrying to stuff his penis back in his pants.

"I know!" She smiled abashedly and tried to get closer to him. "Daddy, I'm so wet..." She sighed and Y/n moaned softly, caressing her back and trying to get her hair in order after the mess he had made when he had been guiding her head up and down his own dick.

"Daddy will have to take care of it now,” he reassured her, kissing her again. "Just wait for you mom to go to sleep." He smiled against her lips.

***

After the first night Y/n hadn't had his release in her anymore, since Yuna had started protesting that he would get her pregnant, but that didn't stop him from working on his dream to get her pregnant with his child as soon as possible.

He thought of how long it could take for her to show the firsts signs of pregnancy, or finally for her to start asking him to get her pregnant, since he had kept telling her for days that it was something that made him hard just to say in the heat of the moment.

And it was, but it wasn't just dirty talk even if she didn't know yet. The thought of Yuna actively asking him to make her a mommy managed to drive him out of his bed and into the little girl’s room once again.

At the sight of her stepfather stark naked and hard, Yuna made a little wanting noise from her bed and kicked away her covers, impatient to have him deep inside.

Y/n smirked and locked the door as he ran his gaze on her naked form, admiring the way the teenager spread her legs for him. She hadn't even bothered to wear panties since she knew perfectly well that he would have come for her at night as he did now like clockwork.

"Daddy, I'm still so wet, please,” she begged in a whisper and Y/n hurried to crawl on the bed and find his place between her legs.

"Daddy is here now, love,” he whispered, bringing one hand over her pussy to start caressing her. "You're so wet for daddy, such a good girl..."

Yuna moaned and jerked her hips towards him instinctively.

"Did you touch yourself, baby?"

"No..." She pouted, looking back at him. "You told me not to..."

"Good." He bent down to kiss her pouting lips. "Only daddy can touch your little pussy,” he whispered as her arms went around his shoulders to keep him close.

"But I've been waiting so long..." She sighed, pushing herself on his fingers.

Y/n hummed, letting her ride his fingers and getting impossibly hard at that sight. "Sorry, babe, had to make sure your mom wouldn't notice me slipping out her bed to come visit her sweet daughter." He sighed, moving to kiss her neck and chest.

He didn't mention that the reason he had had to wait that long was because Somin was in the mood and he had just spent half an hour fucking Yuna’s mother just a couple rooms down the hallway. He had spent the whole time thinking about how it would have been to fuck the little girl there in the big bed with her mother sleeping beside them, or even telling the woman that her daughter's pussy was so good around his cock.

He had had no problem in cumming in her since he knew Somin had been taking the pill, but as soon as she had fallen asleep he had felt the urgency to just get out of bed and go find the girl. She was so eager and innocent, probably in love with him and ready to do anything Y/n could ask her to.

"Now daddy is here and will give you everything you want," he reassured the girl before slipping his fingers out of her pussy.

Yuna whimpered softly but he just bent down to kiss her again on the lips.

"On all four, darling."

Yuna licked her lips and hurried to comply, rolling under him and raising her ass up in an open invitation for him to take her.

Y/n moaned at that sight and grazed her smooth skin with both of his hands. As much as he knew he was doing something bad lying at the girl that way, tricking her into risking a pregnancy because he wanted it and wanted a reason for her mother to let him marry Yuna, he loved that little girl and was dead set on doing everything possible to make her happy.

He had told Yuna numerous times that he loved that position because he could take her deeper and at the same time have the chance to grab her tits while they were making love. Yuna had been taken more and more by that till she had lately started to roll on her belly of her own volition.

He had kept quiet about a third factor working to make that position his favorite and he had no intention of telling her yet as he penetrated her with a groan, starting to move right away.

Yuna moaned and immediately tried to match his thrusts, pushing herself on his dick.

He let his hands slide from her sides to her belly and there he caressed with fondness.

"I can't wait for my baby to be all grown up so I can dump your mommy and start a family with you,” he whispered at her ear.

Yuna moaned and closed her eyes as he kept thrusting into her. Y/n often promised that and she was growing excited at that kind of talk. "Daddy..."

"Daddy wants to give you a pretty baby for the two of us to take care of. You'll be so pretty with a nice baby bump, love,” he murmured before biting her neck, not so hard to leave a mark but enough to make her gasp and tighten up her muscles around his dick. He moaned and licked the offended skin. "Tell me that you want my baby, love... you know how much daddy loves when you say those words." He incited her, moving his hands to squeeze her tits and torture her hard nipples.

Yuna blushed but nodded, determined to give him whatever he wanted. "Please, daddy, give me your baby..."

"Do you want it, love?" Y/n asked, almost short of breath.

"Yes, I want you to knock me up with your hot milk, daddy..."

Y/n moaned and took her harder, squeezing her nipples. "Like that, baby."

Yuna moaned aloud, lost at being fucked that way, and she would have said anything to just make sure Y/n would keep pounding her pussy that hard. "Please, don't pull out, daddy, fill me up tonight..."

Y/n groaned and grabbed her hips to drive his cock hard and deep into her, almost violently, pounding her pussy with all his strength till he could feel his balls drawing up and he knew he was ready to cum. Only then he slipped out of her almost completely but for the head. He kept it seated in her opening and wrapped one hand around his throbbing cock, jerking off till one second later he started shooting his cum inside her with a loud groan.

Yuna whimpered at not being able to have him inside, but could have sworn of feeling him cum inside of her, even though it had happened like that night after night and Y/n had told her every time that it was just her imagination.

He had told her it was because she would have loved to feel him cum in her again after their first night and so she was trying to reconstruct the feeling with her mind, but he was shooting it all outside.

Y/n moaned, without removing the head of his dick from her opening till he was sure he had milked every last drop of his cum inside her.

With a soft sigh he rubbed it against her opening, smearing all over her pussy the cum that had followed his dick out. He had told her to stay relaxed, that there weren't any risks in him doing that and she had believed him completely.

Once, in the car, Y/n had cum all over her pussy and she had just sighed content and kept rubbing herself against his softening cock and that was the moment when the man understood he had managed to ensure the girl would trust him to do anything he wanted, believing him when he said it wasn't risky.

"Daddy,” Yuna called him in a whimper, trying to move back against him, looking for some satisfaction.

"Shush, love, daddy will take care of you now,” he promised with a smile, still short of breath.

As soon as he was done he moved away and just went to caress her from outside her pussy with his fingers. He sighed at feeling her hot and wet and covered not only of her juices but his cum too. He started to collect his own sperm with his fingers and slowly he pushed it inside her.

Yuna moaned at being fingered, relaxing on the pillow, leaving only her ass up in the air. She didn't even think he could have been up to something and slowly started rocking her hips on his fingers, pushing them deeper inside her, enjoying how he stretched them and seemed to want her to take them deep every time. "Daddy..."

"Do you like it, love?" Y/n asked with a smile, watching her move languidly as he once again took advantage of that position to make sure she wouldn't notice the way he calmly collected all the cum he had smeared onto her and slowly pushed it inside her.

If she thought that he wasn't going to make sure she would take all his cum every time they had sex, she was sorely mistaken. And he silently enjoyed knowing that she didn't know any better probably as much as he enjoyed the sex they had.

Yuna kept moving, rocking her hips and trying to have his fingers again and again. She was so eager for her own orgasm judging from the way she would whimper everytime he removed his fingers to catch another drop of cum to feed her pussy.

"My beautiful good girl... you'll be a perfect mommy one day, daddy just knows it." He caressed her back as he fingered her to her orgasm, making sure that by the time she finally tensed up and trembled with her own pleasure she was stuffed full with all the cum he could manage to get into her. "That's it, baby girl, you love this, don't you?" He cooed at her, smiling when she just moaned in her pillow as an answer.

As Yuna tried to catch her breath Y/n lay down beside her and hugged the girl to his chest, slowly petting her hair and feeling her relax against him.

"Did you like that, love?"

"Yes, daddy,” she mumbled against his neck, relaxed and almost putty in his hands.

Then and there, Y/n decided that it was a good moment to try and propose something "special" for his upcoming birthday.

"Can I ask you a special gift for my birthday?" He slowly stroked the nape of her neck.

Yuna nodded and raise her head to look at him in the eyes with a smile. "Anything you want, daddy,” she assured him, gently caressing his chest.

Y/n smiled and after licking his lips he nodded, decided in finally taking things to the next step in his plan.

"What if, when we can have some time for ourselves that night, or as soon as you mom leaves the house, we do something a bit different?" he tried, caressing her back. "You know I love when you ask me to get you pregnant, would you like to do it for once without me asking you? I would like to make love to you with you actively asking me,” he explained, gently caressing her long hair.

Yuna blushed but after a moment she nodded. "I could do that. Is that your present?"

"Not... entirely, no. Daddy would really love to be able to cum once again in you as we did our first time together, love."

Yuna bit her lip, unsure. "But daddy- what if that's enough? My friends said that if a boy doesn't pull out the girl will end up pregnant."

"Oh, love, that's not always true." He shook his head, without so much of a second thought. "It depends on what days we make love, how far from your period, that is, and the fact that I'm not that young anymore."

"You're not that old..." She laughed softly.

"Old enough to be your daddy." He smirked, moving one hand down to squeeze one of her asscheeks. "Not old enough to be too tired of fucking your pretty pussy, but that's not guarantee that my cum would get you pregnant."

She mulled on it, inclining her head as he kept gently stroking her skin. "Are you sure I won't get pregnant if it happens just once?"

"Just one night won't change anything, love... daddy just wants you to take it all deep inside for his birthday. Will you? Will you give me this precious gift?" he murmured, leaning in to kiss her on the lips. "Daddy would love so much to have you begging for him not to pull out for once since daddy has been so good and had always took it out in time since our first time."

"That's true..." she whispered, one a hair's breadth from giving in.

"I just want so much to feel your pretty pussy around my cock as I cum. Mommy asked me to cum in her once and I missed so much being wrapped in your pussy but I couldn't do it, not thinking about you waiting for me in here,” he lied with no regret since he had had no problem shooting all his cum in the woman during said night, matter of fact right as he had been thinking at the girl with her legs spread open waiting to be fucked after her mother.

That seemed to push the girl over her hesitation and suddenly she nodded. "You don't need her, daddy. I'll be more than happy to let you do whatever you want for your birthday."

"Really, sweetheart?" he asked with a smile, growing harder by the moment at the mere thought of what came next.

"Yes, daddy," she murmured, moving one hand to wrap it around his cock and starting to jerk him off again. "Everything for you."

"You're so good to your daddy… I can't wait to see you so ready to take it all, darling.”

***

Y/n wasn't able to organize a night just for them on his birthday, since Somin had wanted to take her whole family out for dinner, but he agreed with Yuna that any next occasion would have been good for their planned fun.

When Somin told him she would have had to go out of town for work for a couple days, Y/n had to fight down the urge to cheer and just told her not to worry about a thing, that he was going to take care of her little girl.

As soon as Somin was out of the way Y/n took Yuna straight to her mother's bedroom, set on having her in that bed finally. Yuna had giggled and let him lead the way, kissing him as soon as he stopped in front of the double bed and they started to undress each other in a hurry.

"Daddy has been waiting to stay alone with you for weeks now..."

"Me too, daddy..." She sighed, licking her lips at finally managing to get his pants open. She didn't wait a second more before kneeling down in front of him to take him in her mouth.

Y/n moaned loudly and ran his fingers through her hair, gripping them as the girl started moving her head up and down, really working his shaft.

"Like that, baby, so good..." He nodded, meeting her movements with shallow thrusts of his hips.

Yuna looked at him from below as she went down to take him down her throat, tightening her lips around the base of his penis and making the man almost scream in pleasure.

"Fuck- yes, don't stop..." He moaned, thrusting his dick in and out her mouth and deeply enjoying how she didn't seem to have a gag reflex. "Your mouth is so good... you take it like a whore, love,” he murmured breathlessly, one moment before tightening the grip on her hair as he pressed her head against his pelvis while shooting his cum deep in her throat with a shout.

As soon as he let her go Yuna made a soft sound as she let his dick slip out her mouth after cleaning him up good. "I love when you scream..."

Y/n huffed a smile and had to sit on the bed. "Any men would scream if he was to receive a blow job that way, darling."

Yuna laughed and sat at his side, leaning in to kiss him on a cheek. "But I won't give one to any of them, you're my only one, daddy,” she said with a smile and for the tiniest moment Y/n felt bad for deceiving her since the start of their relationship.

He cracked a smile and returned her kiss. "I'll make sure of it, love," he promised since it was exactly what he had been working on for weeks at that moment.

He kissed her again and slowly started pushing her back toward the center of the bed to lie over her and start rutting against her naked body, enjoying the freedom and the chance to be as noisy as they wanted.

"My little princess... daddy will make sure you'll be as happy as possible," he murmured pressing himself between her legs.

Yuna sighed and spread her thighs for him as she hugged his shoulders. "I love you, daddy..."

"I love you, baby." He leaned in to kiss her again and slowly pushed himself inside her. For a moment he even forgot about what he had asked her weeks before, but as he started thrusting inside her Yuna wrapped her legs around his back.

"Daddy..."

"Yes, love?"

Yuna licked her lips, taking courage before throwing herself in that talk she had prepared for weeks. "Will you cum inside me tonight, daddy?"

Y/n moaned at that question, suddenly remembering exactly what he had asked her. "Do you want me to, love?"

"Yes." She nodded, her face flushed a bright red.

"Do you want daddy to fill you up then, baby?"

She nodded again, swallowing. "I do, daddy. I love when we- when you're so deep inside me and- just like our first time, how you moaned as cumming balls deep inside my pussy," she murmured, embarrassed, and Y/n started pressing his dick harder against her, rocking his hips and making her moan too. "Tonight you won't have to stop, daddy... tonight my pussy is just for you to enjoy..." She moaned.

Y/n made a sound, his cock so hard it almost hurt him. "Do you want daddy to cum in your pussy and fill your womb tonight, darling? Daddy could get you pregnant..." He put it out there, gently caressing her belly.

He was almost sure that she was already with child, but enjoyed leading her on like that, he still wanted her to ask for it and be sure she would want to keep it once the time would have arrived for her to notice her pregnancy.

Yuna nodded after a moment, seeming less hesitant as she went on. "I want daddy to get me pregnant, I want him to have a nice baby as a present..." She smiled softly.

"Such a nice gift for daddy... daddy will make sure to put a child in you, then, darling..." He moaned pushing slowly inside her and feeling her squeeze him tight with her pussy. "Good god, darling..." He moaned, stopping for a moment before moving deeper. "I'll fill you up with so much cum you'll get a pretty baby bump even if you're not with child yet... so full of cum your belly will grow with it." He moaned, starting right away to move inside her, getting out almost completely before pushing again as deep as possible.

Yuna moaned and looked for a kiss taking his face between her hands, trying to meet his thrust with her movements. "But I will, daddy, right?" she asked on his lips when they broke apart.

"Oh, yes, I'll make sure you're a mommy by the time yours comes home," he promised, driving into her harder.

Yuna arched under him with a scream, her pussy already spasming around his cock.

Y/n kept moving with a groan, riding out her orgasm and making her pussy milk his cock.

"Just like that, yes, you love it, don't you? You just can't wait for daddy to get you pregnant and have a chance to parade you around as my new wife, don't you?" He moaned.

Yuna nodded, breathless, without even trying to answer him.

Y/n didn't stop, grabbing her hips tight and pulling her on his dick with all his strength, not caring about bruises or leaving signs as he slammed his dick in her.

"You're mine, baby, you're mine..."

"Yours..." She managed to whimper, lost in pleasure. "Don't stop, daddy, don't stop," she almost begged as Y/n pushed himself hard in her and suddenly stood still as he felt his balls draw up.

"Daddy is about to cum, darling,” he whispered, watching her face flushed and satisfied.

"Don't pull out,” she begged, lifting her arms to go back at hugging his shoulders. "Don't pull out, daddy... knock me up..." She moaned, one moment before Y/n groaned loudly, driven over the edge by her request.

He almost collapsed on her and Yuna held him close with a sigh, enjoying the feeling of his cock still seated deep inside her as the man shot his cum filling her up wave after wave.

"It feels so good, daddy..." She moaned softly.

Y/n moaned and rubbed his face against her neck. "Daddy loves it too, darling. After tonight daddy doesn't know if he can manage to pull out anymore," he warned her, despite fully knowing she was going to think it was just dirty talking.

Yuna answered with a soft whimper, tightening her muscles around his shaft. "Then don't pull out anymore, daddy... just make me your pretty cumdump..." She moaned, still believing they were on the same page about her not getting pregnant before graduation.

"Oh, I will, love," he answered slowly rocking his half hard cock inside her.

***

Y/n managed to bend the rule they had settled for him not pulling out on the night of his birthday into being allowed for two days straight since that was the time they had without Somin in the house.

Yuna wasn't even hard to persuade since she loved anything they did together and she was starting to grow less and less concerned with the chances of a pregnancy since Y/n convinced her she wasn't really at risk.

After all that time spent in bed, Yuna was pretty horny even when her mother got back, but with the woman always spending time with Y/n she had no way to keep the man all for herself.

When Y/n told her the first night that he couldn't go visit her since Somin had said something about the two of them catching up, Yuna had sighed and nodded, resigning herself to staying alone for once.

The truth was that it was Y/n's choice not to visit her that night, same for the night after that and the third too. Sure, Somin had wanted to have sex, but that had never stopped him before from padding out of their room and into Yuna's as soon as the woman had started snoring.

It was just the last part of his plan to make the girl crave their intimacy so that she would just cave in at any request he could make.

When Somin went for an evening out with her friends, the fourth day since the last time he had touched Yuna, he only had to wait for the door to shut behind her back to found the girl against his chest.

"Daddy,” she whimpered, looking for a kiss.

Y/n hugged her tightly against his chest. "Finally alone, darling, daddy has missed you so much..."

"Me too..." She sighed, standing on tiptoes to kiss him on the lips.

Y/n kissed her slowly, enjoying it fully before bending down to pass one arm under her knees and lift her up to bring her to her bedroom.

"Daddy wants to spend hours ravaging his little princess,” he murmured.

"Yes, please, I'm- I've been so horny and frustrated without you these days," she admitted with a sigh.

"It's okay, darling, daddy is here now." He closed the door behind them with one foot before going to the bed to lie her down gently. "Daddy couldn't wait to be alone with you again."

"Me too, daddy..." She moaned rutting against him and trying to drag him over her.

She was desperate for his touch after all that time without him, trying to be good and not touch herself without him present. Soon she managed to wrap herself around him when he started to move inside her, trying to get him deeper, to find her satisfaction.

"Daddy," she called, breathless, almost whimpering as Y/n moved too slowly, not enough to be a tease but enough to not give her the pleasure she needed. "Daddy, please, fuck me harder," she begged.

It was music to Y/n's ears but the man knew he was just one step away from his objective and so he forced himself to take her slowly, to not push himself deep into her as he used to. He moaned as the girl tried to force him into action clenching her muscles around his shaft.

"Daddy, please..."

"So eager, little kitten..." He moaned, even if he stopped and made an effort to appear saddened by something. "Love, daddy doesn't know if he can cum like this anymore."

Yuna stopped, looking at him with wide worried eyes. "Daddy? What- don't you like me anymore?"

"Yes, of course I love you, you're my star, my little princess,” he hurried to reassure her, forcing himself to stay still inside her. "You're my everything, babe. But daddy doesn't think he can manage to cum anymore just fucking you like this, knowing he will have to pull out at the end."

Yuna blinked, surprised, and Y/n went on. "Knowing how good it felt to cum deep in your pussy for my birthday just ruined it for me, darling, now daddy is not even sure he can even cum anymore if he has to do it outside your hot pussy. Not even thinking about it could help me, I tried with your mommy but it wasn't enough and I'm so afraid about what will happen if I won't ever cum anymore, not with you or with your mommy. What if she gets bored of me and dumps me and we'll never be able to see each other anymore?" he murmured, stroking her cheek with his thumb, the picture of concern.

"Oh my god, that's- we can't risk that, daddy,” she whispered, terrified of losing him.

"I know, darling, I'm so sorry... I was afraid of telling you because... well, I don't want you to think that I was just trying to pressure you into letting me cum deep inside your pussy." He sighed softly, terribly hard inside her.

"I know you won't." She shook her head, taking a decision and nodding as she caressed his face. "But it's okay, daddy, I don't want you to suffer or fear having to go away, it's okay."

"What’s okay, love?" he asked softly, leaning in to kiss her lips.

"It’s okay if you need to be deep down inside me to cum..."

Y/n made a sound, excited, and moved one hand to squeeze softly at one of her tits. "Really? Are you sure?"

"I can't let you go the rest of your life without having an orgasm, daddy,” she whispered softly, caressing his face. "If to have one you need to do it like this then okay, I'll let you."

"So it's okay if daddy doesn't pull out anymore?" he whispered, impossibly hard in her and already fighting off an orgasm that threatened to ruin his speech.

She nodded and kissed him again. "Yes, daddy, don't do it anymore, you don't have to and suffer, don't pull out, just cum in me. I want you to be happy. To be satisfied. Will my pussy satisfy you again?"

He nodded and started moving again without sparing a second more. "Oh, yes, it will do, your pussy is amazing, darling. Daddy just dies any time he can have it. It's going to be so perfect from now on, darling," he promised, picking up the pace and finally making her moan with pleasure as he thrust his cock deeper and harder into her. "You're so good to daddy..."

Yuna moaned loudly and closed her eyes, losing herself in pleasure. "Daddy..."

"Daddy is so proud of you..."

"Are you?" she asked breathless, her breasts jiggling at his every thrust, an hypnotizing show to Y/n.

"Yes, love, you take such good care of your daddy, it's amazing." He moaned, terribly close to the edge. "You know right that if something happens and you'll get pregnant daddy will take care of you back, yes? Daddy will take care of you and the baby, his new family."

"I know, daddy." She nodded, grabbing his shoulders. "I'm so close, daddy..."

"You'll be okay with it, darling?" he asked, pulling out almost completely to delay both of their orgasms for a bit, until he had his answer.

"Yes, daddy." She almost sobbed, desperately trying to push herself on his dick and have it again. "If it happens I'll be okay with getting pregnant." She nodded, hoping it was the right thing to say to have him back again.

Y/n moaned and slammed in her almost violently, making her arch her back under him with a scream as she started spasming around him, hitting her orgasm.

Y/n moaned and rode out her orgasm, thrusting hard inside her. "Daddy would love so much to see you carry his child, love..." He moaned between gritted teeth.

Yuna moaned softly, completely exhausted by their love making and her recent orgasm, and barely managed to open her eyes to look at him from under heavy eyelids. "Oh. I guess it will happen now,” she whispered.

Y/n couldn't fight off the smirk that spread on his face. "I guess so, darling. Daddy is so sorry," he murmured, even as he grabbed her thighs tightly and spread them out even more, lifting them up to thrust harder and deeper in her body.

He loved the way she gasped in pleasure even if she had just orgasmed. "Daddy is just going to get you pregnant now..."

"Yes..." She moaned in pleasure, grabbing the pillow under her head and holding on it as Y/n took her so hard her body slid a bit every time on the mattress.

At hearing the girl finally surrender completely at him Y/n pushed himself in her with one last hard thrust and there he emptied his balls with an almost primal shout.

Yuna whimpered softly, feeling her little pussy burn after being abused like that, but she kind of loved that pain and so she clenched around him, hoping he wouldn't take his cock out already.

Y/n moaned, with no intention to slide out of her till he had made sure she had taken all of his cum.

"Daddy will make you carry his children," he whispered, watching her with clear joy and satisfaction in his eyes. "You'll be the mommy of my kids and I'll make sure you're happy." He promised caressing her face with love as he bent down to kiss her again.

***

It wasn't until another month had passed that Yuna noticed a certain delay in her period and she started to get worried about it. Since Y/n had managed to convince her, he had managed to never have another orgasm that wasn't spent inside either her pussy or down her throat.

Y/n would make sure to caress her belly at least once a day, sometimes a fleeting touch, other times spending long minutes slowly stroking it as they laid in bed together after having sex.

She had come to love the way he would talk about the two of them starting a family with their children, about them marrying in some little church in the country and how he was going to make sure she would be happy for the rest of her life. Yuna loved the man deeply and Y/n poured on her all his love in return.

She wasn't as worried about the pregnancy test as she would have been a couple months before, not since Y/n had showed her that plans could be made so that she wouldn't have had to drop out of school because of a pregnancy. And after he had promised to help her out with their children if she was to have them before her graduation.

Still, the two red lines on the test made her legs tremble and Yuna had to sit down for a long minute before managing to do another one, just to be sure before she dared go tell Y/n and her mother.

The two adults were sitting on the couch in front of the TV as Yuna approached them slowly, desperately wanting to just go and sit on her stepfather's lap but not daring to be so open in front of her mother.

"There is something I should tell you about,” she started, catching their attention.

Y/n's eyes immediately travelled from her face to her belly before raising again to her face, a twinkle in his eyes and a slight impatient smile forming on his lips.

"What is it, dear?"

Yuna swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. "I'm pregnant," she whispered, her voice catching in her throat.

Her mother gave her a shocked look, speechless, but Y/n got up from the couch to reach her and Yuna sighed, relaxing between his arms.

"It's okay, darling, you'll see, everything will be alright," he murmured, slowly stroking her back.

Yuna nodded, fighting the urge to react as if her mother wasn

"It's okay, darling, you'll see, everything will be alright," he murmured, slowly stroking her back.

Yuna nodded, fighting the urge to react as if her mother wasn't there. The man took her by the hand and led her with him to the couch, letting her sit on his lap as she had done a million times, still stroking her back, the image of a caring father worried about his pregnant daughter.

Somin was still speechless and slowly shook her head, watching her daughter as if she had never seen her before.

"Are you sure?" Somin croaked when she was able to talk again.

"Yes. Took two tests. And my period is late."

"Who is the father?" Somin mother asked, pretty sure she had never heard her daughter talk about a guy in her life.

That was a difficult question and Yuna blushed, biting down her lip. She knew perfectly well the lie they had chosen together, but it didn't make it easier to tell.

"I don't know," she murmured after a couple seconds. "It happened at a party- I didn't ask for his name," she explained, making an effort to not look at Y/n while saying it.

The man was proud of her and silently kept stroking her back while Somin made a shocked sound and jumped to her feet.

"Are you completely crazy? How could you do something like that- what were you even thinking?" Somin shouted.

Yuna leaned back, scared, and Y/n hugged her tightly against his chest.

"Somin, calm down," Y/n scolded her, irritated at seeing the woman react that way against Yuna. "Do you want to keep the baby?" he asked calmly, looking in the girl's eyes.

Yuna had to think about it just for a moment before nodding holding his gaze. "If it's alright to..." she whispered, almost fearing he would tell her he couldn't have been a part of it, but Y/n smiled tenderly and nodded.

"Of course that's alright. You'll see, everything will be alright," he reassured her while Somin threw her hands in the air.

"How, Y/n. What are we gonna do? Is there some way to find this guy?"

"I don't- I don't think so. I don't even want him, he was just-" Yuna stuttered, panicking a bit at the thought of her mother looking for her alleged one night stand and trying to make her marry him.

"It was just a one night stand, Somin," Y/n blurted, irritated at the same thought. "She didn't even ask for his name, do you think she wanted to start a family with him?"

"I don't know what she was thinking! I don't even think she was using her head!" Somin almost screamed. "Look at her, she's just a kid herself, still in school and without a father to her own kid! You have no idea how people treats teen moms!" she said the last part directly at Yuna, almost hoping she would change her mind.

Y/n though held the girl tighter. "She won't be a single mom, I'll take care of it."

"What do you mean?" Somin asked dumbfounded.

"I mean that I won't let her face this alone. She's a couple months away from being seventeen. Then she could get married with parental approval."

"To whom though? She doesn't even know who the father is."

"I could marry her," he said for the first time out loud in front of Somin and he heard Yuna gasp softly while Somin stood there, unmoving and looking at him as if he had gone completely crazy.

"I love her. Same as you do, really." He nodded, hoping the woman would think he meant just as a father. "She's my baby, Somin, I can't let her ruin her life trying to grow up a kid alone if I can be by her side. I could be the father to her baby." He spoke as if he was absolutely certain it could work. "She doesn't have to be alone, Somin. We could make a family and the kid would never found out about this whole party story."

There was an absolute silence in the living room after he was done talking. Yuna almost didn't even dare to breath, her gaze moving between the man she loved that had just asked for her hand in marriage to her mother somehow, and Somin who looked as if she was about to have a tic to her eye.

"Are you crazy?" Somin finally asked, voice pinched. "Are you kidding me? You can't marry my daughter!"

"She's not my daughter, though. Legally we could do it." He shrugged one shoulder.

"Yeah, but-"

"I want to." Yuna interjected in a hurry, derailing her mother's focus. "I want my baby to have his father by his side. Does it really matter if it's one guy or another? I just want someone who can love the baby and take care of us both. If I can have daddy I want daddy, please, mommy,” she pleaded. "Daddy is an amazing father to me and I just know he can be an amazing dad to our kids." She flushed, noticing how that could sound too close to home. "Not like Virgil," she added in a whisper, watching her mother grimace at the reminder to how her first husband had just disappeared from their lives without so much of a goodbye.

"Baby..." Somin murmured after a moment, watching her daughter under a new light.

She knew that the loss of her father had been hard on her daughter, especially since the man had told the girl he was just packing to go dump some things in a garage and she had felt cheated by life when she had found out the man had just ran away from the city looking for fortune somewhere else.

"This is a big decision, you don't have to take it just right now and then. Maybe you will find someone else. Someone more age appropriate," she tried to convince her, seeing as her partner was a good thirty years older than the girl.

Yuna though shook her head and watched the man she was sitting in the lap of with an infinitely tender gaze. "I want daddy."

Somin left them alone when it was clear that they were both set in their decision to get married and make sure the kid would think Y/n was his father. She had cried for her pregnant daughter and for her partner that was unceremoniously dumping her.

Worse thing was, Somin felt she couldn’t even get mad at him for his choice, since he had explained to her how he was doing it only to make sure Yuna would lead a happy life. At the same time in her opinion Yuna was still terribly innocent to think she could be happy in a marriage with an older man. But even if it was up to her to decide if her little girl could get married or not before her eighteenth birthday, she still felt as if they had let her few choices.

Even if something in the way they had looked at each other bothered her, but she chalked it up to the weirdness of the situation.

Alone with Yuna, Y/n finally smiled, relieved at the success of his plan, and gently caressed the girl’s face.

“I can’t wait to see you walk down the aisle dressed in a white pretty dress…”

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