#itzy girlfriend

[yearningitzysnaps]

You always say I'm too fragile and can't handle it, but Chaeryeong, I can handle your big cock and I can handle you being rough. Please daddy, give it to me

Genre: Lovely Smut

Pairing: G!P Dom Lee Chaeryeong and Sub! Female Reader

“Can you really handle rougher sex with me? You’re always unarching your back, running away, or putting your hand on my stomach to slow me down when I’m going a bit rough on you. I’ll have to tie your hands behind your back if we do, and maybe your feet together too you like to kick too. I honestly just hope you enjoy yourself a lot during it.”

- G!P Lee Chaeryeong

[elryuse]

My Toxic Exes

Genre : Smut

Idol : Yeji, Giselle & Julie

Tags : Ex Gf Yeji, Giselle & Julie, Dirty Talking, Secret Sex, Cheating, Lots of Kissing, Sweaty Sex,

Word : 8,838 Word

Love isn’t supposed to hurt like this.

That’s what you tell yourself as you stare at the ceiling, your body sinking into the mattress, numb. Your room is dark except for the faint glow of your phone screen, the only source of light illuminating the night.

Her last message still lingers on the screen.

"You’re overthinking."

You squeeze your eyes shut, but it doesn’t help. The images are still there. Her texts to someone else. The photo of them together. The way she denied it so easily, as if your feelings meant nothing.

Yeji.

The first girl you ever truly loved. The first girl who shattered you.

The first time you see her, she’s standing on a stage, dressed in a sharp black blazer and a white button-up shirt, her long, sleek hair tucked neatly behind her ears. She’s in the middle of a debate, her voice unwavering, her gaze sharp.

She’s stunning—not just in appearance, but in presence. She owns the room without even trying, commanding respect with every word she speaks.

You’re not supposed to be here. You only came because your friend begged you to watch their team compete, but now, all you can focus on is her.

When the debate ends, she wins—of course she does. You expect her to be cold and distant, but when she walks past you, she’s laughing with her teammates, her confidence melting into something warm and inviting.

And then, she notices you.

"Hey," she says, stopping in front of you. "Enjoy the debate?"

You blink. For a second, you think she’s talking to someone else. But no—her sharp brown eyes are locked onto yours, waiting.

"Uh, yeah," you stammer, caught off guard. "You were… really good."

She smirks, tilting her head slightly. "Thanks. I try."

And just like that, she walks away, leaving you standing there, completely entranced.

You don’t know it yet, but this is the beginning of something that will change you forever.

Getting to know Yeji is like getting close to a wildfire—intoxicating, thrilling, and impossible to control.

She’s not like anyone you’ve ever met before. She’s driven, passionate, and fiercely independent. She doesn’t need anyone, but somehow, she chooses you.

You start seeing her more often. First, it’s casual—study sessions, late-night talks about life and ambitions. Then, it becomes something more.

One night, after a long day of studying, you walk her home. It’s late, the streets nearly empty, and the cool night air makes your breath visible.

"You’re different," she says suddenly, breaking the silence.

You glance at her. "Different how?"

She shrugs, kicking a small pebble on the sidewalk. "Most guys I meet try too hard to impress me. But you… you’re just yourself."

Your heart skips a beat.

"Is that a good thing?" you ask, trying to keep your voice steady.

She stops walking and turns to face you, her eyes searching yours. Then, without warning, she steps closer, closing the distance between you.

"It is," she murmurs.

And before you can process what’s happening, she kisses you.

It’s soft, hesitant at first, but then it deepens, her fingers curling into your hoodie as if she doesn’t want to let go.

When she finally pulls away, she grins.

"Let’s do this," she says. "Let’s see where this goes."

And just like that, you’re hers.

Being with Yeji is exhilarating. She challenges you, pushes you to be better, makes you feel like you can conquer anything.

She takes you to places you’ve never been, introduces you to people who admire her just as much as you do. She’s everything you never knew you needed—strong, fearless, and completely captivating.

But then, the cracks start to show.

It begins with small things. She gets easily frustrated when you don’t immediately understand something. She makes little comments about how you could "try harder" or "be more ambitious."

"You should be more confident," she tells you one day when you hesitate to speak in a group setting. "I can’t keep carrying the conversation for you."

It stings, but you brush it off. Maybe she just wants you to improve. Maybe she’s right.

Then, she starts getting distant.

She cancels plans more often, says she’s busy, but you start noticing the way she’s always on her phone, texting someone. You tell yourself it’s nothing. She’s popular, she has a lot of friends.

But then, one night, everything changes.

You don’t mean to see it. You’re just grabbing her phone to check the time while she’s in the shower. But the moment you pick it up, a notification pops up.

A message from someone you don’t recognize.

"Last night was amazing. Can’t wait to see you again."

Your chest tightens.

You open the conversation. There are pictures—her with another guy, laughing, leaning into him the way she used to lean into you. The texts are flirty, intimate.

Your hands shake as you set the phone back down. Your mind races, trying to make sense of what you just saw.

When she comes out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around her head, she notices your expression immediately.

"What’s wrong?" she asks.

You swallow hard. "Who is he?"

She freezes for a split second—just a moment, but it’s enough.

"Who?" she asks, too casually.

"You know who," you say, voice barely above a whisper. "I saw the messages, Yeji."

Silence.

Then, she exhales, rolling her eyes. "You’re overthinking."

Your heart cracks.

"Yeji, I saw the photos," you say, your voice trembling. "Just… tell me the truth."

She stares at you, and for the first time, you see something cold in her eyes—something detached.

"There’s nothing to tell," she says simply.

No apology. No remorse. Just a flat-out denial, as if you’re the one being unreasonable.

That’s when you realize—you could argue, you could beg for the truth, but it wouldn’t matter. She’s already decided to pretend like nothing happened.

And suddenly, you feel exhausted.

You thought love was supposed to be about trust, about believing in each other. But standing here, looking at her, you realize—this isn’t love. This is a game you’re never going to win.

So you do the only thing you can.

You leave.

You don’t cry that night. You just lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering where it all went wrong.

A part of you wants to believe she’ll call, that she’ll apologize, that she’ll tell you she made a mistake.

But deep down, you know she won’t.

Yeji never looks back.

And neither should you.

Moving on from Yeji isn’t easy.

Even after weeks pass, her absence lingers like a dull ache in your chest. You try distracting yourself—focusing on school, picking up new hobbies—but nothing fully silences the thoughts. The "what ifs" still creep in late at night, and the scars she left still sting when you least expect them.

But then, you meet Giselle.

And for the first time in a long while, you feel something different.

You don’t know much about her at first. You’ve seen her in passing, heard whispers of her name in hallways and classrooms. Giselle is popular—effortlessly so. She has that kind of energy that makes people gravitate toward her, a mix of confidence and playfulness that keeps her at the center of every social circle.

She’s the kind of girl you never thought you’d talk to, let alone date.

But fate has other plans.

It starts at a party—a rare event for you. Your friends practically drag you there, insisting you need to "get out more" after the whole Yeji situation. You don’t expect much. Just a few hours of music, drinks, and pretending to have fun.

But then, you see her.

Giselle is surrounded by people, laughing at something someone said, her presence magnetic. She’s wearing a sleek black dress, her long hair cascading over her shoulders. She looks… untouchable, like she exists in a different world.

And yet, somehow, her eyes find yours.

For a split second, your breath catches. You expect her to look away, to move on.

But she doesn’t.

Instead, she smirks. Then, before you can react, she makes her way through the crowd and stops right in front of you.

"You look bored," she says, tilting her head. "Not a fan of parties?"

You chuckle, rubbing the back of your neck. "Not really my scene."

She raises an eyebrow. "Then why are you here?"

"My friends dragged me."

Her lips curve into a smile. "Mine too."

And just like that, a conversation starts.

It’s easy with her. She’s witty, teasing, but not in a mean way. She asks questions that catch you off guard, making you laugh, making you forget—if only for a moment—about everything else.

By the end of the night, you’re surprised to find yourself enjoying her company. And when she casually hands you her phone, telling you to put your number in, You don’t hesitate.

For the first time in months, something stirs in your chest.

Maybe, just maybe, this could be different.

Dating Giselle is like stepping into a dream.

Everything moves fast. One moment, you’re just getting to know her, and the next, you’re in the whirlwind of her world—late-night drives, spontaneous trips to the beach, secret rendezvous between classes.

She makes you feel special in a way you never have before.

"You’re cute when you’re flustered," she says one evening, tapping your nose playfully.

You groan. "I’m not flustered."

She laughs, leaning closer. "You totally are."

She always knows how to make you smile, how to pull you out of your shell. And for a while, you think this might actually work.

But then, the cracks begin to show.

It starts with little things.

She gets irritated when you don’t answer her texts fast enough, even if you’re busy.

"Why are you ignoring me?" she asks one day, her tone light but her eyes sharp.

"I’m not," you reply, confused. "I was in class."

She pouts. "You could’ve at least texted me back during the break."

You brush it off, thinking she just likes attention. But then, it escalates.

She starts getting jealous—of your friends, of your time, of anything that isn’t her.

"Do you really have to hang out with them?" she asks one evening when you mention plans with an old friend.

"They’re my friends, Giselle."

She crosses her arms. "I just don’t get why you need to spend time with them when you have me."

It doesn’t seem like a big deal at first. Maybe she just really likes you, you tell yourself. Maybe she just wants to feel secure.

But then, one night, everything changes.

It happens after a small argument.

You don’t even remember how it starts—something about you not paying enough attention to her, about her feeling like you don’t care.

"You don’t put in enough effort," she snaps.

You blink. "Giselle, I do my best—"

"It’s not enough!" she interrupts, her voice rising.

You’re taken aback. "What do you want from me?"

She glares at you, her jaw clenched. Then, suddenly, she throws your phone across the room.

It crashes against the wall.

You freeze.

For a long moment, there’s only silence. Then, her expression shifts. The anger melts away, replaced by something else—something almost… remorseful.

"I…" She exhales sharply, running a hand through her hair. "I didn’t mean to do that."

But she did.

And you both know it.

Still, she steps forward, reaching for your hands. "I’m sorry," she murmurs. "I just… I love you so much, and I hate feeling like I’m not enough for you."

Her voice is soft, almost pleading. And for a second, your heart wavers.

But then you look at the broken phone on the floor.

And suddenly, you realize—you’ve been here before.

This isn’t love. This is control.

And you can’t do this again.

Leaving Giselle is harder than leaving Yeji.

Because she doesn’t let you go easily.

She texts, she calls, she shows up unannounced. She cries, begs, says she’ll change.

But you know better now.

And so, no matter how much it hurts, you walk away.

You think you’re done with love.

You think you’ll never let yourself fall again.

But then, you meet Julie.

And this time, you believe—just for a moment—that things will be different.

You tell yourself you won’t fall for anyone again.

Not after Yeji’s betrayal. Not after Giselle’s suffocating love. You’re tired of love—tired of opening your heart just to watch it be torn apart.

But then, Julie enters your life.

And for the first time in a long while, you start to believe again.

It happens unexpectedly, on a cold evening in a quiet café.

You’re sitting alone, scrolling through your phone, when she approaches.

"Mind if I sit here?"

You glance up, surprised. Julie is beautiful in an effortless way—long, silky hair, sharp eyes that seem to read you instantly. There’s an air of elegance about her, from the way she carries herself to the designer coat draped over her shoulders.

You hesitate. The café isn’t full; there are plenty of empty tables.

But something in her gaze tells you she’s here for a reason.

"Sure," you say.

She sits across from you, her perfume light but intoxicating.

"I’ve seen you here before," she says casually, stirring her coffee. "You always sit by yourself."

You chuckle. "I like the quiet."

She tilts her head. "Or maybe you just don’t like people?"

You blink, caught off guard. Most girls would be shy or polite, but Julie? She’s bold. Direct.

You smirk. "Maybe a little of both."

She laughs, and just like that, a conversation begins.

It’s easy with her. Too easy

She’s different from Yeji, from Giselle. She doesn’t play games, doesn’t test you. She listens. Really listens.

And for the first time in a long while, you don’t feel like you have to prove yourself.

With Julie, you can just be.

Dating Julie feels like a dream.

She’s rich—not just well-off, but the kind of wealthy that makes life effortless. Expensive dinners, surprise gifts, spontaneous weekend getaways—she showers you with things you never thought you’d have.

At first, it feels strange.

"I don’t need all this," you tell her one day when she buys you an expensive watch.

She just smiles, pressing it into your palm. "I know. That’s why I like spoiling you."

And you believe her.

Because Julie isn’t just rich—she’s caring. Understanding. She never gets jealous when you hang out with friends, never accuses you of not loving her enough.

She trusts you.

She makes you feel safe.

And after everything you’ve been through, that’s all you’ve ever wanted.

So, for the first time in forever, you let your guard down.

You let yourself love again.

And that’s when everything falls apart.

It starts with whispers.

Little things you hear in passing.

"Julie’s always hanging out with that guy."

"Did you see her at the bar last night? She was all over him."

You brush it off. Gossip means nothing. You trust her.

But then, the doubts creep in.

She cancels dates last minute.

She starts texting less, calling less.

And then, one night, you see it with your own eyes.

Julie, standing too close to another guy. Laughing. Letting him touch her waist. Acting like you don’t exist.

Your heart clenches, but you tell yourself to stay calm.

Maybe it’s nothing. Maybe there’s an explanation.

So you wait until you’re alone with her.

And you ask.

"Who was he?"

She raises an eyebrow, sipping her wine. "Who?"

"At the bar. The guy you were with."

She sighs, setting her glass down. "Just a friend."

"A friend who touches your waist?"

Her expression hardens. "Are you seriously jealous right now?"

You hesitate. "Julie, I just—"

"God, I can’t believe this," she mutters, standing up. "You’re just like every other guy. So insecure."

Your stomach twists. "I’m not—"

"Yes, you are." Her voice is sharp, cold. "I give you everything, and this is how you repay me? By accusing me?"

You feel like you’ve been punched.

"Julie," you whisper. "I just wanted the truth."

She scoffs, grabbing her coat. "The truth? Fine. Maybe I like the attention. Maybe I like feeling wanted. But that doesn’t mean I don’t love you."

Her words hit harder than they should.

Because deep down, you know—love shouldn’t feel like this.

You take a shaky breath. "I can’t do this."

She stares at you. "What?"

"I can’t be with someone who makes me feel like I’m not enough."

For a moment, something flickers in her eyes. A flash of regret, maybe.

But it vanishes just as quickly.

She exhales, shaking her head. "Fine. Do whatever you want."

And just like that, she walks away.

No tears. No apologies.

Just… nothing.

Like you never meant anything at all.

You tell yourself you won’t cry.

But that night, as you lie in bed staring at the ceiling, the weight of everything crashes down on you.

Yeji. Giselle. Julie.

Three girls. Three heartbreaks.

You’ve given love everything you had. And every time, it’s been thrown back in your face.

So, you make a decision.

You’re done.

Done chasing love. Done trusting. Done believing in fairy tales.

From now on, you’ll be alone.

Because at least then, you won’t get hurt.

But then, you meet Yuna.

And suddenly, your heart isn’t so sure anymore.

You don’t believe in love anymore.

Not after Yeji, who shattered your trust.

Not after Giselle, who suffocated you with her possessiveness.

Not after Julie, who made you feel like you were nothing.

You’re tired. You’re exhausted. And most of all, you’re done.

You don’t chase love. You don’t wait for it.

Because you know, in the end, it always leaves you broken.

But then, you meet her.

And for the first time in a long while, something inside you stirs.

Something terrifying.

Something hopeful.

It happens on a rainy afternoon.

You’re in a bookstore, flipping through pages of a novel you don’t plan on buying. The rain outside taps against the windows, a soft rhythm that matches the quietness of the shop.

You like it here. It’s peaceful. A place where no one knows you.

Or so you think.

"You like that author?"

A soft voice interrupts your thoughts.

You glance up.

And that’s when you see her.

She stands a few feet away, holding a book against her chest. She’s dressed simply—sweater, jeans, sneakers—but there’s something effortlessly beautiful about her.

Her eyes, warm and curious, meet yours.

For a second, you forget how to breathe.

You clear your throat. "Uh… yeah. I guess."

She smiles. "You don’t sound so sure."

You chuckle, scratching the back of your neck. "I’ve never read their books before. Just browsing."

She nods, stepping closer. "It’s a good one. Kind of sad, though."

You raise an eyebrow. "You like sad books?"

She tilts her head. "I think sad stories are more honest."

You don’t know why, but that answer lingers in your mind.

She turns the book in her hands, then looks at you again.

"I’m Yuna, by the way."

You hesitate.

But then, for the first time in months, you say it.

You tell her your name.

And just like that, something begins.

Yuna is different.

She doesn’t demand your attention. She doesn’t try to change you.

She simply exists in your life, slowly weaving herself into the empty spaces you never realized were there.

You start seeing her more often—at the bookstore, at the café nearby, in the quiet corners of the world where you feel most at ease.

She never pushes. Never asks too many questions.

But she listens.

And somehow, that’s enough.

One evening, as you walk together under the glow of streetlights, she asks, "Have you ever been in love?"

You stiffen. The memories of Yeji, Giselle, Julie—all of them flood back at once.

You exhale. "I thought I was."

She doesn’t say anything right away. She just walks beside you, her presence steady, unshaken.

Then, after a moment, she murmurs, "It must’ve hurt a lot."

You stop in your tracks.

Because no one—not Yeji, not Giselle, not Julie—ever acknowledged your pain like that.

Your chest tightens. "Yeah," you admit quietly. "It did."

Yuna doesn’t pry. She doesn’t ask for details.

She simply reaches out, her fingers brushing against yours in the most delicate way.

You don’t pull away.

And maybe—just maybe—you start to wonder.

Could love be something else?

Could love, for once, not destroy you?

But love has never been kind to you.

And just when you think you’re ready to move on, the past comes knocking.

Because one day, you receive a message.

From Yeji.

From Giselle.

From Julie.

They miss you.

And suddenly, everything you’ve tried to bury comes rushing back.

Ghosts of the Past

You think you’ve finally moved on.

Yuna is here. She’s warm, kind, and unlike anyone you’ve ever been with.

She doesn’t lie to you like Yeji.

She doesn’t hurt you like Giselle.

She doesn’t betray you like Julie.

With Yuna, love feels different. Safer. Real.

But love has never been kind to you.

And the past refuses to stay buried.

It starts with a message.

"I miss you."

You stare at the screen, your heart tightening.

Yeji’s name glows on your phone, the same name that once made your chest ache with love.

Now, all it brings is pain.

You turn off your phone. You don’t respond.

But the past isn’t done with you yet.

Because the next day, Giselle calls.

You let it ring. You don’t pick up.

Then, Julie sends a message.

"Hey. Can we talk?"

You delete it without reading the rest.

But no matter how much you ignore them, they don’t stop.

The texts become more frequent.

The calls become more desperate.

And slowly, they start creeping back into your life.

At first, you think it’s just them trying to soothe their own regrets.

But then, they start interfering.

And that’s when everything starts to fall apart.

The first time it happens, you and Yuna are at a small café, sharing quiet laughter over coffee.

Then, your phone buzzes.

You glance down.

It’s Yeji.

Calling.

Again.

You let out a slow breath, ignoring it.

Yuna notices. "You okay?"

You force a smile. "Yeah. Just spam calls."

But your hands feel cold.

Because it’s not just one call.

It’s three.

One after another.

And the moment you step out of the café, Yeji’s voice fills the air.

"You’re ignoring me."

You freeze.

She’s here.

Standing across the street, arms crossed, staring at you like she has the right to be angry.

You don’t know what to say.

"You think you can just block me out?" she continues, stepping closer. "After everything we had?"

Yuna glances between you both, her brows furrowing. "Who is she?"

Yeji smirks, her eyes flickering toward Yuna. "So this is why you’ve been ignoring me."

Your stomach twists. "Yeji, don’t—"

"Did you tell her about us?" Yeji interrupts, her voice dripping with something dangerous. "Did you tell her how much you used to love me?"

You clench your jaw. "We’re done. You need to leave."

Yeji laughs—soft, bitter. "You say that, but I know you still think about me."

She takes another step forward, lowering her voice.

"You used to be mine," she whispers. "And you will be again."

Then, she turns and walks away.

Leaving you standing there, heart pounding.

Yuna touches your arm. "What was that about?"

You force yourself to breathe. "Nothing."

But it’s not nothing.

Because Yeji isn’t the only one who won’t let go.

And soon, things get worse.

It’s Giselle next.

She doesn’t just send messages.

She shows up.

At your work. At your apartment.

Always finding an excuse to see you, to talk to you.

And every time, she asks the same thing.

"Do you ever think about me?"

You want to say no.

You want to erase every painful memory of her.

But Giselle has always known how to push your buttons.

"You were my everything," she whispers one night, standing in front of your door. "I know I made mistakes. But you… you were different."

You grip the doorframe. "Giselle, go home."

She shakes her head, eyes glistening. "I don’t have a home without you."

You swallow hard.

And that’s when you realize—she doesn’t just want you back.

She wants to ruin you.

And the moment she realizes she can’t, she tries something worse.

She finds Yuna.

She talks to her.

She tells her things—half-truths, twisted stories.

And one day, Yuna asks, "Did she really hurt you that badly?"

Your stomach drops.

Because you know exactly where this is coming from.

You reach for her hand. "Yuna, don’t listen to them."

She bites her lip. "I trust you. But I don’t trust them."

And you know—Giselle won’t stop.

Because if she can’t have you, she’ll make sure no one else does.

But the worst is Julie.

Because Julie doesn’t just want to win.

She wants to make you suffer.

One night, she sends you a message.

"Come see me. Just once."

You don’t reply.

Then another text comes.

"I won’t stop until you do."

You sigh, running a hand through your hair.

Maybe if you go, she’ll stop. Maybe she’ll finally let go.

So, against your better judgment, you go.

You find her in a high-end bar, swirling a glass of wine in her hand.

She looks up, smiling like she’s already won.

"I knew you’d come," she murmurs.

You sit across from her, exhaling sharply. "What do you want?"

She leans forward, her perfume familiar and suffocating.

"Are you happy?" she asks.

You frown. "What?"

"With her," Julie says smoothly. "With Yuna."

You glare. "Yes."

She tilts her head. "That’s a shame."

Something about her tone makes your skin crawl.

Then, she smirks. "Because I don’t think she’ll be around for long."

A chill runs down your spine. "What did you do?"

Julie sips her wine. "Nothing. Yet."

You push your chair back, standing. "Stay away from her."

Julie just laughs. "You should know by now, baby. I don’t like losing."

You leave without another word.

But dread settles in your stomach.

Because you know this isn’t over.

Not even close.

And the worst part?

You don’t know if Yuna will stay by your side when the storm hits.

Trapped in the Past.

You’ve been trying to move on.

You tell yourself that Yuna is different. That she’s the one good thing in your life. That your past no longer has control over you.

But the past has other plans.

And today, it comes crashing back—harder than ever.

It’s just another day at work.

Your office is quiet, the usual hum of keyboards and murmured conversations filling the space. You’re buried in your work, trying to focus, when you hear it—

Gasps. Whispered voices. A sudden shift in the atmosphere.

You glance up, confused.

And then, you see them.

Yeji.

Giselle.

Julie.

Standing at the entrance of your office, looking like they walked straight out of a dream—or, in your case, a nightmare.

Your heart stops.

They shouldn’t be here. They can’t be here.

But they are.

And they look even more breathtaking than you remember.

Yeji stands tall, her confidence radiating through the room, a small smirk playing on her lips. She wears a fitted blazer over a sleek black dress, her hair pulled back in a way that makes her look both elegant and untouchable.

Giselle, on the other hand, is effortlessly stunning, dressed in a casual yet expensive-looking ensemble—like she just threw something on and still managed to turn heads. She’s scanning the room, her eyes sharp, predatory.

Julie, as expected, looks perfect. A designer outfit, flawless makeup, an aura of quiet dominance. She’s not here to plead. She’s here to claim.

The entire office is watching, mesmerized.

Because how often do three goddesses show up unannounced, asking for the same man?

And then it happens.

"Where’s Y/n?" Yeji asks, loud enough for everyone to hear.

You freeze.

Your coworkers look around, confused. Some exchange glances before one of them hesitantly points in your direction.

And just like that, the three of them turn to you.

And they grin.

Because Yuna isn’t here.

Because this is their chance.

Because they know—deep down, they still have power over you.

And they plan to use it.

Before you can react, they’re walking toward you.

Your heart pounds as they reach your desk, their presence overwhelming.

"Y/n," Yeji purrs, leaning against your desk like she belongs there. "You’ve been ignoring us."

Giselle tilts her head, feigning innocence. "That’s not very nice, you know. We just wanted to see you."

Julie sighs, a soft, disappointed sound. "You really thought we’d just let you go?"

You swallow hard. "You shouldn’t be here."

Yeji raises an eyebrow. "Oh? Why not?"

You glance around. Your coworkers are still watching, whispering amongst themselves.

You grit your teeth. "Because I don’t want to see you."

Giselle laughs. "Liar."

Julie smirks. "If that were true, why do you look so nervous?"

Because they know what they’re doing.

They know exactly how to push your buttons, how to make you uncomfortable.

And worst of all…

They’re winning.

Because a part of you—no matter how small—remembers.

Remembers Yeji’s strength. The way she used to make you feel safe, like nothing in the world could touch you.

Remembers Giselle’s charm. The way she made you feel special, like you were the only one who mattered.

Remembers Julie’s care. The way she spoiled you, made you feel like you were worth something.

And now, they’re standing in front of you, looking more beautiful than ever, acting like they still care.

And Yuna isn’t here.

Yeji leans in, her voice low. "Let’s go somewhere private."

Giselle rests a hand on your shoulder, her nails lightly scraping your skin. "Just for a little bit."

Julie exhales softly, her perfume intoxicating. "Come on, Y/n. Don’t make us beg."

Your hands tighten into fists.

Because this is exactly how it starts.

How you get pulled back in.

How you let yourself believe that maybe, just maybe, they’ve changed.

But you know better now.

You have to know better.

You step back. "No."

Yeji’s eyes darken. "Excuse me?"

You exhale sharply. "I said no."

Giselle blinks, her smile faltering. "You’re joking, right?"

Julie’s expression turns cold. "You’re really going to push us away like this?"

You nod. "I’ve moved on."

Yeji scoffs. "With that girl? Yuna?"

You clench your jaw. "Yes."

There’s a long pause.

And then, Giselle laughs.

A slow, mocking laugh.

"Oh, Y/n," she murmurs. "You really think she’s better than us?"

Julie tilts her head. "You think she can love you like we did?"

Yeji crosses her arms. "Do you really believe she’ll stay?"

Something in their words sends a chill down your spine.

Because you know what they’re implying.

Yuna doesn’t play games like they do.

Yuna isn’t manipulative.

Yuna isn’t them.

And that’s exactly why they want to destroy her.

Before you can respond, Yeji steps closer, her voice a whisper.

"If you’re not ours," she murmurs, "then you’re not hers either."

Your blood runs cold.

Because now, this isn’t just about you.

It’s about Yuna.

And you know—this war isn’t over.

It’s only just beginning.

The fluorescent lights of the office buzzed softly, a faint hum that matched the rhythm of my typing. My eyes flicked to the clock on the wall—5:47 PM. Just a little longer, and I could head home. Home, where Yuna would be waiting. The thought of her brought a small smile to my lips. Yuna, unlike the others, was different. She was kind, patient, and she listened. She didn’t play games, didn’t twist words, didn’t leave me second-guessing every interaction. She was… healing.

But that healing was fragile. Like a wound that had just begun to scab over, it could be ripped open with the slightest touch. And the last people I wanted touching it were them.

The soft ding of the elevator down the hall made my fingers pause mid-sentence. I glanced up, my heart skipping a beat as three familiar figures stepped out. Yeji, Giselle, and Julie.

Their heels clicked against the polished floor, a synchronized rhythm that felt like a drumroll before disaster. They were dressed to kill—Yeji in a form-fitting red blazer, Giselle in a sleek black dress, and Julie in a skirt that was far too short for the office setting. Each of them wore a smirk, their eyes locking onto me like predators circling prey.

“Well, well, look who’s still working late,” Yeji purred, her voice dripping with faux sweetness.

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. “What are you three doing here?”

“Can’t we visit an old friend?” Giselle chimed in, her lips curving into a sly smile. She leaned against my desk, her perfume—a mix of vanilla and something far too intoxicating—washing over me.

“Friend?” I muttered, my voice low. “Is that what we are now?”

Julie chuckled, the sound grating against my ears. “Come on, don’t be like that. We missed you.”

Missed me. The words hit like a punch to the gut. Not because they were true—I knew better than to believe that—but because they were a reminder of all the times I’d fallen for their lies. All the times I’d let them hurt me, let them twist me into something I barely recognized.

“You don’t get to just show up here,” I said, my voice firmer now. “Not after everything.”

Yeji tilted her head, her smirk never wavering. “Everything? Oh, sweetheart, you act like we ruined you. If anything, we made you stronger.”

“Stronger?” I echoed, my voice rising. “You manipulated me. Toyed with me. Made me feel like I was nothing. That’s not strength. That’s just… cruelty.”

Giselle clicked her tongue, shaking her head. “You always were so dramatic.”

“Seriously,” Julie added, her tone dripping with mockery. “We were just having fun. If you couldn’t handle it, that’s on you.”

My hands balled into fists at my sides, my nails digging into my palms. Fun. That’s what they called it. Playing with my emotions, stringing me along, making me feel like I was losing my mind. Fun.

“Get out,” I said through gritted teeth.

Yeji’s smirk widened, and she stepped closer, her heels clicking against the floor. “Make us.”

The air between us grew thick, heavy with tension. My chest tightened, my breath coming in shallow gasps. I could smell her perfume, a mix of roses and something darker, something that made my head spin.

“You’re not the same without us, you know,” Giselle murmured, her voice soft, almost… gentle. “You’re boring. Safe. Is that what she wants? Someone safe?”

Julie laughed, the sound sharp and cutting. “Please. He was never boring with us.”

I shook my head, trying to clear the fog that was settling over my thoughts. “You don’t get to do this. Not anymore.”

“Do what?” Yeji asked, her voice a low purr. “Remind you of what you’re missing?”

She was close now, so close I could feel the heat radiating off her body. Her hand reached up, her fingers brushing against my cheek. I flinched, but I didn’t pull away. Why didn’t I pull away?

“You remember, don’t you?” she whispered, her breath warm against my ear. “The way it felt when we were together.”

My heart raced, my mind a jumble of conflicting emotions. Yes, I remember. I remembered the highs, the moments of bliss that made everything else fade away. But I also remembered the lows, the crushing weight of their words, the way they tore me apart piece by piece.

“We could have that again,” Giselle said, her voice a sultry whisper. “All of us. Just like old times.”

Julie stepped forward, her hand resting on my chest. “You know you want it.”

I did. God, I did. But I also wanted to be free, to move on, to finally be happy. And yet… here they were, pulling me back into their orbit, their gravity impossible to resist.

“Just one more night,” Yeji murmured, her lips brushing against my neck. “One more chance to make it right.”

I closed my eyes, my body trembling. One more night. It would be so easy to give in, to let myself fall back into their arms, their beds. But at what cost?

“I…” I started, my voice trembling. “I can’t.”

Yeji pulled back, her eyes narrowing. “Can’t? Or won’t?”

“It’s not the same,” I said, my voice firmer now. “I’m not the same.”

For a moment, there was silence. Then Giselle laughed, the sound cold and dismissive. “You’re right. You’re not the same. You’re worse.”

Julie smirked, her hand trailing down my chest. “But maybe we can fix that.”

I shoved her hand away, my patience snapping. “I’m not something you can fix. I’m not a project, or a game, or… or…”

“A toy?” Yeji finished, her smirk returning. “Because that’s exactly what you were. And you loved it.”

“I didn’t,” I snapped, my voice rising. “I hated it. I hated you.”

“Liar,” Giselle said, her voice sharp. “You loved every second of it.”

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “I loved the idea of you. The fantasy. But the reality… the reality was hell.”

Yeji stepped back, her smirk fading. For a moment, she looked almost… hurt. “You’re really going to throw it all away? Everything we had?”

“We didn’t have anything,” I said, my voice steady now. “It was all in my head. And I’m done pretending otherwise.”

There was a long pause, the air heavy with unspoken words. Then Julie sighed, rolling her eyes. “Fine. Be a bore. But don’t come crawling back when you realize you’re not cut out for… normal.”

They turned, their heels clicking against the floor as they walked away. I watched them go, my heart pounding in my chest. It wasn’t until the elevator doors closed behind them that I finally let out the breath I’d been holding.

But even as the tension left my body, the ache in my chest remained. Just one more night. The words echoed in my mind, taunting me. Because as much as I hated to admit it, part of me still wanted them. Still needed them.

And that scared me more than anything.

The office was quiet, the hum of fluorescent lights the only sound as I tried to focus on the report in front of me. But my mind kept drifting back to the encounter earlier. Yeji, Giselle, Julie—their faces, their words, the way they’d looked at me like I was still theirs. I shook my head, trying to push the thoughts away. They’re gone. They’re not a part of your life anymore.

But just as I was about to dive back into work, my phone buzzed. A text from Yeji: “Come outside. We’re waiting.”

I froze, my heart skipping a beat. No. Not again. I ignored it, setting the phone face down on the desk. But then it buzzed again. And again. And again. Finally, I picked it up, my fingers trembling slightly as I read the next message: “Don’t make us come back up there. You know how much we love a scene.”

I cursed under my breath, dragging a hand over my face. Why can’t they just leave me alone? But deep down, I knew they wouldn’t. Not until they got what they wanted.

Reluctantly, I grabbed my coat and headed for the elevator. The ride down felt like an eternity, my stomach twisting into knots. When the doors slid open, I saw them—Yeji leaning casually against the wall, Giselle scrolling through her phone, Julie with her arms crossed, a smirk on her lips.

“There he is,��� Yeji purred, pushing off the wall and walking toward me. “We were starting to think you’d forgotten about us.”

“I haven’t,” I said, my voice firm. “But I’m not doing this. Not again.”

Julie laughed, a sharp, mocking sound. “Oh, come on. You’re not fooling anyone. We know you still want us.” She stepped closer, her eyes glinting with mischief. “You always have.”

“I’ve moved on,” I said, though the words felt hollow even as I said them. “I’m with Yuna now.”

“Yuna,” Giselle scoffed, finally looking up from her phone. “She’s sweet, yeah, but let’s be real—she’s not us.”

“She’s better than you,” I shot back, my frustration boiling over. “She actually cares about me. She respects me.”

Yeji tilted her head, her lips curving into a sly smile. “Respect is overrated. What you need is someone who knows how to make you feel alive. And that’s us.”

Before I could respond, Julie grabbed my arm, her grip surprisingly strong. “Enough talking. Let’s go.”

I tried to pull away, but they were already surrounding me, their presence overwhelming. They led me to a car parked just outside the building, and before I knew it, I was in the backseat, the three of them closing in around me.

The drive to their apartment was a blur, my mind racing as I tried to figure out how to get out of this. But every time I thought about making a move, one of them would touch me—a hand on my thigh, fingers brushing against my neck—and I’d feel that familiar pull, that dangerous allure that I’d spent so long trying to escape.

When we arrived, they practically dragged me inside the apartment, the door slamming shut behind us. Yeji was the first to make her move, pressing me against the wall and kissing me hard, her lips demanding and possessive. I wanted to push her away, to tell her to stop, but my body betrayed me, responding to her touch before I could think.

Giselle was next, her hands sliding under my shirt as she undressed me with practiced ease. Julie watched from a distance, a wicked grin on her face as she pulled out her phone.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice strained as Yeji moved her lips to my neck.

Julie didn’t answer, instead holding up her phone to show me the screen. She was calling Yuna. Panic surged through me, and I tried to pull away, but Yeji and Giselle held me in place, their hands roaming over my body.

“You wouldn’t,” I said, my voice pleading.

“Oh, I would,” Julie said, her grin widening as the call connected. She put it on speaker, and I heard Yuna’s voice, soft and confused, on the other end.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Yuna,” Julie said, her tone sickly sweet. “Just wanted to let you know—your boyfriend’s here with us. And he’s very happy to see us.”

“No,” I said, my voice breaking. “Yuna, it’s not what you think—”

But Yeji cut me off, her lips crashing into mine again as Giselle pulled down my pants. I could hear Yuna on the other end of the line, her voice trembling as she asked, “What’s going on? What are you doing to him?”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Julie said, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “We’re just giving him what he’s always wanted. What he’s always needed. Isn’t that right, baby?”

I wanted to deny it, to tell Yuna the truth, but the words caught in my throat as Giselle dropped to her knees, taking me into her mouth. I groaned, my body betraying me once again as pleasure surged through me.

Yeji pulled back, her lips curving into a wicked smile as she whispered in my ear, “He’s always wanted us. Not you.”

“Don’t listen to her, Yuna,” I managed to say, my voice strained. “Please—”

But Julie cut me off, holding the phone closer as Giselle worked her magic, driving me closer and closer to the edge. I could hear Yuna’s sobs on the other end of the line, and guilt crashed over me like a wave. But even as I tried to fight it, I knew I was losing.

“You’ll never be enough for him,” Yeji said, her voice cold and cruel. “Not like we are.”

And then, as Giselle brought me to the brink, I heard Yuna hang up, the line going dead. I wanted to scream, to break free, but my body was too far gone, too lost in the sensations they were pulling from me.

Yeji laughed, a low, wicked sound, as she undressed, her eyes locked on mine. “Face it, baby. You’re ours. You always have been.”

And as they took turns with me, their hands and mouths claiming me in ways I could never forget, I knew she was right. No matter how much I tried to convince myself I’d moved on, I was still theirs. And I always would be.

Julie’s phone buzzed again, and she picked it up, her grin widening as she read the message. “Looks like your little Yuna isn’t taking this well,” she said, holding it up for me to see. It was a text from Yuna: “I’m done. I can’t do this anymore.”

My heart sank, but before I could respond, Giselle was on me again, her lips trailing down my chest as Yeji whispered in my ear, “See? We told you. You’re ours.”

And as they took me again, their bodies moving in sync with mine, I knew there was no escaping them. Not now. Not ever.

The room was a blur of sweat, heat, and tangled limbs. Yeji’s nails dug into my shoulders as she rode me, her hips grinding in slow, deliberate circles that sent waves of pleasure coursing through me. Her breath was hot against my ear, her voice low and sultry. “You’re ours,” she whispered, her words dripping with possessiveness. “You always have been. You always will be.”

Giselle’s laughter rang out as she kissed me, her lips soft but demanding. Her hands roamed my chest, tracing lines of fire across my skin. She pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes, her gaze intense. “You thought you could escape us?” she taunted, her voice teasing. “You’re too weak, too addicted to the way we make you feel. Admit it... you’ve missed this.”

I wanted to deny it, to push them away and reclaim some shred of dignity, but my body betrayed me. My hips moved of their own accord, thrusting deeper into Yeji as she moaned in approval. My hands reached for Giselle, pulling her closer, my fingers tangling in her hair as our lips crashed together. And then there was Julie, her tongue tracing a wet path down my neck, her hands gripping my thighs as she positioned herself to take her turn.

“You’re pathetic,” Julie purred, her voice a mix of cruelty and seduction. “But we love you anyway. Isn’t that enough?” She didn’t wait for an answer, instead straddling me and sinking down onto me with a gasp. Her movements were frenzied, desperate, as if she couldn’t get enough. I couldn’t help but respond, my hands gripping her hips as I thrust up to meet her.

The room filled with the sound of their moans, their laughter, their whispers. It was intoxicating, overwhelming, and I felt myself slipping further and further into their web. “You’re ours,” Yeji repeated, her voice a sultry chant. “Say it. Say you’re ours.”

I tried to resist, to hold onto some fragment of myself, but the words tumbled out before I could stop them. “I’m yours,” I gasped, my voice choked with need. “I’m yours.”

The trio exchanged triumphant smiles, their eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Good boy,” Giselle cooed, her fingers trailing down my chest. “Now let’s remind you why you belong to us.”

They took turns, their bodies moving over mine in a rhythm that felt both familiar and new. Yeji’s lips claimed mine, her kisses deep and hungry, while Giselle’s hands explored every inch of me, igniting fires wherever she touched. Julie’s voice whispered in my ear, her words a mix of encouragement and command, urging me to give in completely.

The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing in the room. My mind was a haze of pleasure and pain, desire and despair. I wanted to hate them, to push them away and reclaim my life, but my body craved them in a way I couldn’t deny.

“You’re ours,” Yeji whispered again, her voice a soothing balm against the chaos. “And we’ll never let you go.”

As if to emphasize her words, she leaned down, her lips brushing against mine in a kiss that was both tender and possessive. Giselle’s hands tightened on my hips, guiding my movements as she took her turn, her body moving in perfect sync with mine. Julie’s teeth grazed my neck, her breath hot against my skin as she moaned in pleasure.

The room seemed to spin, the boundaries between us blurring as we became a tangled mess of limbs and desires. I couldn’t tell where one of them ended and the others began. It was as if we were one, connected by something deeper than just physical need.

“You’re ours,” Giselle whispered, her voice a sultry purr. “And you always will be.”

My hands roamed their bodies, my fingers memorizing every curve, every detail. I couldn’t stop myself, couldn’t resist the pull they had on me. It was as if they had cast a spell, one that I was powerless to break.

“You’re ours,” Julie repeated, her voice a tantalizing whisper. “Say it again.”

“I’m yours,” I gasped, my voice trembling with need. “I’m yours.”

The words seemed to ignite something in them, their movements becoming more frantic, more desperate. Yeji’s nails dug into my skin, leaving marks that would serve as a reminder of this moment. Giselle’s hips moved with a furious pace, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Julie’s lips claimed mine, her kiss fierce and demanding.

The pleasure built, a crescendo that threatened to consume me. I could feel myself teetering on the edge, my body trembling with the effort to hold on. And then, with a shuddering gasp, I let go, surrendering completely to the sensations that crashed over me.

They didn’t let up, didn’t give me a moment to catch my breath. Instead, they continued, their bodies moving over mine in a relentless rhythm that left me gasping for air. It was as if they were determined to claim every part of me, to leave no doubt in my mind that I belonged to them.

“You’re ours,” Yeji whispered, her voice a soothing balm against the chaos. “And we’ll never let you go.”

The words echoed in my mind, a mantra that I couldn’t escape. I wanted to believe them, to believe that this was where I belonged, but a small part of me still fought, still clung to the hope of something more.

But as their bodies moved over mine, their hands and mouths claiming me in ways I could never forget, that hope began to fade, replaced by the certainty that I would never escape them. Not now. Not ever.

“You’re ours,” Giselle whispered, her voice a sultry purr. “And you always will be.”

The room was a blur of heat and desire, the boundaries between us blurring as we became one. I couldn’t tell where one of them ended and the others began. It was as if we were connected by something deeper than just physical need.

“You’re ours,” Julie whispered, her voice a tantalizing whisper. “Say it again.”

“I’m yours,” I gasped, my voice trembling with need. “I’m yours.”

The words seemed to ignite something in them, their movements becoming more frantic, more desperate. Yeji’s nails dug into my skin, leaving marks that would serve as a reminder of this moment. Giselle’s hips moved with a furious pace, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Julie’s lips claimed mine, her kiss fierce and demanding.

The pleasure built again, a crescendo that threatened to consume me. I could feel myself teetering on the edge, my body trembling with the effort to hold on. And then, with a shuddering gasp, I let go, surrendering completely to the sensations that crashed over me.

They didn’t let up, didn’t give me a moment to catch my breath. Instead, they continued, their bodies moving over mine in a relentless rhythm that left me gasping for air. It was as if they were determined to claim every part of me, to leave no doubt in my mind that I belonged to them.

“You’re ours,” Yeji whispered, her voice a soothing balm against the chaos. “And we’ll never let you go.”

The words echoed in my mind, a mantra that I couldn’t escape. I wanted to believe them, to believe that this was where I belonged, but a small part of me still fought, still clung to the hope of something more.

But as their bodies moved over mine, their hands and mouths claiming me in ways I could never forget, that hope began to fade, replaced by the certainty that I would never escape them. Not now. Not ever.

[kuwarzo]

Can we just talk about how tan Yeji is in this

[fanfiction4sooya]

I need soft fluffy smut with chaeryeong PLEASE 🙏🏽

Thanks for the ask baby, chaeryeong is in fact the love of my life so thanks for asking me to write for her!!!! 💖💖💖💖

It was a little past 5pm, you spent your whole day inside your art studio painting without even realizing that your body was tired. Life was so good and you were so happy that you just wanted to paint your heart away before going home to your girlfriend's arms.

With the soft music on the background you didn't even realize her slowly locking the door behind her, film camera in hand, smiling at your back. But as always, you felt her before actually seeing her.

"Hi, my love" You said, turning around as she smiled at you. "Recording me again?" She nodded, film camera at her eye level. "Why?"

"Because I wanna have some candid videos of you at our wedding" she said, kissing you on the cheek.

She was wearing jeans and flannel, it was her favorite outfit for work, since she owned a flower shop and she got really dirty sometimes. It was a nice contrast with your usual sundresses.

"Is this how you propose, Ms. Lee?" You said, both hands on your hips.

"No" She locked eyes with you. "This is how I tell you I wanna love you forever, love" You blushed, looking down. "I'll propose to you on a beautiful day, when my heart can't take it anymore having you only as my girlfriend"

She lowered the camera putting it aside and pulling you into a kiss, hands on both sides of your face as she caressed it there.

"You came earlier than usual" You said circling her neck with your arms, basically on your tiptoes since she was quite taller.

"I missed you too much, so I closed the shop earlier" She slowly pulled you to straddle her lap as she sat down on your studio's couch. "Also, I know you've been painting all day so I came to the rescue"

"What can I say?" You kissed the tip of her nose. "I'm inspired these days, that's why I paint so much" She softly smiled against your neck, making your heart flutter.

"And why is that?"She kissed there, her hands smoothly roaming on your thighs, making your breath hitch.

"The way you love me, that's why" You said and she kissed your lips with more intention now. She dragged her tongue against yours, massaging.

God, she was such a good kisser.

"I missed you so much today" She kissed your chest and you got goosebumps, whimpering. Her hands held your hips, setting a slow pace for you to grind. "I needed to be with you"

You kissed each other again, your clothed core slowly dragging against her jeans and making you whimper against her lips.

"Beautiful" She said, her eyes on yours as she nibbled on your jaw, hands still holding your waist. "So beautiful"

Her eyes shined with something you were yet to see on her; something heartwarming and breathtaking, as if you are some kind of treasure and she just discovered your existence. She carefully lifted your hips as she took off her jeans, pulling down your cotton panties next.

She never stopped kissing you, specially when your wet pussy made contact with her skin and both of you moaned.

"Oh, god" You said, closing your eyes as she hugged your waist pulling you impossibly closer, kissing your neck and then your lips. "Please"

"Keep going, baby" She softly spoke, feeling you pulse against her thigh and flexing so you could hump better.

You whimpered against her lips, your heart beating fast on your ears.

"Chaeryeong" You hugged her neck, eyes locked on hers as you humped harder now. "I love you" You said, tears threatening to fall from both your eyes, closing them.

"I know, baby" She guided your hips with one hand as the other cupped your chin, kissing you, caressing next. "I love you too" You cried out, clenching hard around nothing. "Cum for me" She kissed you as your climax hit hard, making you slump forward against her body.

She hugged your body kissing your shoulders, your chest. Idolizing you as she always did.

With you still on her lap, she grabbed the camera and pointed at both of you kissing.

"Tell me something" Eyes shining, camera recording everything.

"Tell you what?" You caressed her cheek, sun setting beautifully behind her.

In the middle of the chaos of your paintings and brushes, she seemed perfectly fit, as a piece of art herself.

"Say yes" She whispered, taking a small blue box from her jeans that were previously tossed aside. "The most beautiful day is any day we are together" She said as a pretty tear slowly fell from one of her eyes.

"Chaery..." You said, incredulous.

"My heart can't take it anymore, so please" She pecked your lips. "Be my wife"

There was very few things in the world you loved, but Lee Chaeryeong was the one you loved the most. Life wasn't the same without her.

"Yes".

[yumicreatesworld]

Betrayal: Gift Rejected - Jake Sim

Summary: You confront Jake after discovering he sought advice from Yuna, your manipulative ex-best friend, for your painful condition. Her advice worsened your symptoms, and Jake’s betrayal stings deeply. Despite his attempt to reconcile with an expensive gift, you tell him you need time to consider if you can ever trust him again.

Pairing: boyfriend!Jake x girlfriend!reader (featuring ex bestfriend!Yuna)

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 600

Genre: Contemporary, Romance

Warnings: emotional betrayal, medical issues, emotional distress, manipulation.

I got the idea for this Drabble from this prompt. Go check out their page!

Part 2(a)

Part 2(b)

“Thank you, I really hate it,” you say, pushing the velvet box back toward Jake. Your voice is calm, almost too calm, the kind that comes before a storm. You watch him flinch, his attempt at a placating smile faltering.

“Y/N, please, I thought—”

"No," you interrupt, shaking your head. "You didn't think. You went to her. Of all people, Jake, you went to Yuna."

His face crumples, and for a moment, you almost feel sorry for him. Almost. But the pain from your condition, the searing embarrassment, is too fresh. You can't forget the moment you discovered what he had done, the betrayal cutting deeper than the physical agony.

You had been dealing with thrush for weeks, the constant discomfort making even the simplest tasks unbearable. You trusted Jake to understand, to support you. Instead, he had sought help from the one person you despised more than anyone.

Yuna. The name alone makes your skin crawl. Once your best friend, she had charmed her way into your life, only to rip it apart. Her flirtation with your former boyfriend had been the final straw, leading to a painful breakup and the end of your friendship. Now, she was a well-loved doctor, her reputation untarnished by the manipulative games she played.

When you found out Jake had gone to her for advice, it felt like the ground had been pulled from beneath you. Worse, the 'advice' she gave him had aggravated your condition, leaving you in more pain than before. Yuna’s delighted laughter when you confronted her still echoes in your mind, a haunting reminder of her betrayal.

"I didn't know who else to ask," Jake says, his voice breaking. "I just wanted to help."

"You wanted to help?" you echo, incredulous. "By going to her? You know what she did to me, what she’s capable of. And you thought she would help?"

He opens his mouth to respond, but you hold up a hand, stopping him. "You didn't even tell me, Jake. You didn't think to ask me how I felt about it. You just went behind my back."

He looks down, the guilt plain on his face. "I thought... I thought if I could fix it, you wouldn't have to suffer anymore."

You laugh, a harsh, bitter sound. "Suffer? You think I'm just suffering because of the pain? Jake, I'm suffering because the one person I should be able to trust went to the one person who delights in my misery."

Silence falls between you, heavy and suffocating. You stare at the velvet box, the expensive gift inside a testament to Jake’s misguided attempt to make things right. It’s too little, too late.

"I love you, Y/N," he whispers. "I just wanted to make you happy again."

Tears sting your eyes, but you blink them back. "I don't want your gifts, Jake. I wanted your honesty. I wanted your support. And you gave me betrayal instead."

He reaches out, his hand trembling, but you step back, shaking your head. "I need time," you say quietly. "Time to figure out if I can ever trust you again."

Jake's face falls, but he nods, understanding dawning in his eyes. "I'll wait," he says. "However long it takes, I'll wait."

You turn away, unable to bear the sight of his broken expression any longer. As you walk away, the pain of your condition flares, but it's nothing compared to the ache in your heart. You wonder if some wounds can ever truly heal, or if the scars left behind will always remind you of the hurt.

Only time will tell.

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Seven minutes of heaven with your tomboy cousin Ryujin turns you from best friends to incestuous fuck buddies

Seven Minutes Of Heaven

Ryujin X Male Reader

Tags : Cousin-Love, Tomboy Ryujin, Sweet, Lovey-dovey, Lustful, Teasing, Lots of sex, Teens, Young and Free

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You hadn’t been back here in years.

The train hissed as it pulled into the station, the countryside stretching endlessly behind it — all green and gold, the scent of pine trees and dry grass sneaking in through the open windows. Cicadas buzzed like they were trying to drown out your thoughts, and the heat pressed against your skin like a heavy blanket.

You grabbed your bag and stepped onto the platform, blinking against the sun.

And there she was. Leaning against a pole with a piece of candy in her mouth and an annoyed look on her face, Ryujin didn’t even wave. She just gave you that same look she used to give when you stole her last bite of ice cream as kids — equal parts unimpressed and vaguely amused.

“Yo.” Her voice was raspy, a little lower than you remembered, and filled with a casual confidence that hadn’t existed when you were both twelve.

You stared for a second. Ryujin had changed.

Her once bowl-cut hair was now shoulder-length and messy, tucked under a faded baseball cap turned backwards. A white tank top clung to her frame, loose and stained near the hem. Her jean shorts looked like they’d survived three wars. And her knees were bruised. Still as tomboy as ever.

And yet, there was something else now — something grown-up, something wild in her grin. “I almost didn’t recognize you,” you said.

She popped the candy out of her mouth with a click. “That’s ‘cause I got hotter.”

You snorted, shouldering your duffel. “Still annoying, I see.” She bumped her shoulder into yours. “Still slow.”

And just like that, it was like nothing had changed. The walk back to the house was filled with awkward silences and the crunch of gravel under your shoes.

“You got taller,” she muttered, stealing glances at you.

“You got more violent,” you muttered back, rubbing your shoulder from where she hit you.

Ryujin laughed, loud and unfiltered, like she wasn’t trying to be polite. “What, did you expect me to run into your arms or something? Cry tears of joy?”

You shrugged. “I expected you to at least pretend to be happy to see me.”

“Dude, I am happy,” she said, grinning sideways at you. “I just don’t do the whole emotional ‘hug me, cousin I missed you!’ crap.”

“Clearly.” The sun beat down on your back as the familiar house came into view — the same wooden gate, the same rusted wind chime that made that off-key ting whenever the wind blew.

A part of you had been scared to come back. After everything. After growing up.

But Ryujin made it feel easier. Even if she was a chaos goblin in denim shorts.

You dumped your bag in the guest room. Same futon. Same tiny fan.

Your aunt and uncle were both still at work, so it was just you and Ryujin for the afternoon.

You hadn’t even finished unpacking when she barged in without knocking.

“Come on,” she said, arms crossed. “We’re going out.”

You blinked. “Going where?”

“Anywhere but here.” She rolled her eyes. “You didn’t come all the way out here to sit around and sulk in a dusty room, did you?”

You opened your mouth to argue, but she was already halfway down the hall.

You sighed, grabbed your phone, and followed.

She took you to the lake. You remembered this place — vaguely. A giant reservoir hidden behind a mess of trees and tall reeds. Back when you were kids, your parents never let you swim in it. Too dangerous, they said. Too deep.

Now?

Ryujin stripped her tank top off like it was nothing, revealing a black sports bra beneath. She toed off her sneakers and stood barefoot in the grass, eyes bright.

“I swear to god, if you don’t jump in, I’m pushing you.”

You hesitated. “I didn’t bring a change of clothes.”

“Neither did I.” She took a running start and cannonballed into the water with a scream.

You cursed under your breath — but something about the way she laughed, like the world couldn’t touch her, pulled you in.

The water was cold and sharp and perfect.

You surfaced beside her, blinking water from your eyes, and she immediately splashed you in the face.

“Ryujin!”

“Come on, loser! Fight me!”. And you did. You wrestled in the water like kids again, laughing until your sides ached. Until you were both floating side by side, the sky spinning above you.

Ryujin let out a sigh. “Told you it’d be worth it.”

You looked at her, water in her lashes, a soft smile on her lips.

“…Yeah. You were right.”

That night, you both lay on the roof, eating watermelon and pointing at stars.

“I thought you’d be boring,” Ryujin said, mouth full.

You rolled your eyes. “You say that like it’s a compliment.”

“It is. Boring guys make the best straight men for chaos.”

“You planned this, huh?”

She grinned. “Hell yeah I did.”

A silence settled between you — not uncomfortable, just familiar. Easy.

You glanced at her. “You’ve really grown up.”

Ryujin didn’t look at you.

“You haven’t,” she said. “Still soft. Still kind. Still trying to keep up.”

You smiled faintly. “Is that a bad thing?”

She turned her head then, just a little. Her voice was quieter when she answered. “No. It’s not.”

And under the stars, with the scent of watermelon and the cicadas screaming into the night, you felt something shift.

Something small.

But undeniable.

You wake up to a text from Ryujin.

7:03 AM wake up, slowpoke. we’re racing today. 🏁🚲💨

Your eyes squint at the screen. You’d stayed up until nearly 2 AM last night after stargazing, barely speaking but not wanting to go inside either. It was… nice. Peaceful.

This, however? This was war.

You step out into the hallway and immediately get hit by something soft — a rolled-up pair of socks smacks you right in the face.

“What the hell—”

Ryujin grins from the end of the hall, one foot planted on the wall behind her like she’s modeling for a 90s skate brand. “You looked too comfortable. Thought I’d fix that.”

You throw the socks back at her. She ducks.

“You said we’re racing?” you ask, brushing your teeth while she leans against the doorframe.

“Yeah. Bikes. Old route. You remember the one behind the rice fields?”

Your brain flashes to a dirt path cutting through green, sharp turns, dragonflies darting like missiles. “Barely.”

“Perfect,” she says, already slipping on fingerless gloves and tying her hair up. “No excuses when I destroy you.”

You end up on your uncle’s dusty old mountain bike, and Ryujin’s already two blocks ahead by the time you start pedaling.

“You absolute demon!” you shout.

She cackles over her shoulder, long legs pumping, wild hair flying out from under her cap. “You snooze, you lose!”

She cuts between trees like a local. You try to keep up, but she’s always just a little ahead. You catch glimpses of her through branches — the flex of her back muscles, her voice echoing through the woods.

It’s like she belongs to the chaos.

Eventually, you both stop at the top of the old hill overlooking the river.

She hops off, panting, and plops down in the grass.

“Told you I’d win.”

You collapse beside her. “That wasn’t a race. That was attempted murder.”

“Same thing, really.”

You’re sweating. She’s glowing.

You steal a glance at her — sun on her face, lips slightly parted as she catches her breath. Her sports bra clings to her skin, and you look away fast, heartbeat doing weird gymnastics.

“Hey,” she says suddenly.

You turn.

She grins. “You were looking at my chest just now, weren’t you?”

You sputter. “N-No!”

“I didn’t say it was bad,” she teases, leaning closer. “Just surprising. Didn’t think you had the guts.”

You nearly fall backward. She just laughs.

God, she’s trouble.

That afternoon, Ryujin drags you to the local store.

You haven’t been there in ages, but it smells the same — dusty wood, candy wrappers, and sun-warmed soda.

“Two mango sodas and those shrimp chips,” she says, tossing everything on the counter. “He’s paying.”

“Wait, what—?”

She elbows you. You shut up and pay.

On the walk back, she tears open the chips with her teeth and sticks one between your lips.

You blink at her. “I can feed myself.”

She shrugs. “I’m spoiling you. Don’t get used to it.”

That night, Ryujin barges into your room with a flashlight.

“Come on,” she says, tossing you a hoodie. “Bonfire time.”

Outside, near the riverbank, she’s already stacked twigs and paper and broken-up boxes. You help her light it.

She hands you a bottle of cheap cola. Sits close.

Too close.

The fire crackles. Her eyes shimmer orange in the glow.

“You remember that time we both fell into the koi pond?” she asks out of nowhere.

You smile. “You pushed me.”

“You pushed me first.”

“Yeah, because you cut my hair in my sleep!”

She laughs, full and loud. “It was a prank! You looked great.”

You shake your head. “You were a menace.”

“I am a menace.”

She falls silent for a beat. Then:

“But you never got mad. Not really.”

You look at her. Her expression is unreadable, the flames dancing in her eyes.

“You just… stayed.”

After the fire dies down, you lie on your backs in the grass. It’s cold. You can feel her elbow barely brushing yours.

“Truth or dare?” she whispers.

You snort. “Seriously? How old are we?”

“Pick.”

“…Truth.”

She turns to face you. “Do you like anyone right now?”

You freeze.

There’s a long pause. Then:

“…Maybe.”

She smirks. “Ooh, city boy’s got secrets.”

“Your turn.”

“Truth.”

“Same question.”

She turns away from you, staring at the stars.

Her voice is soft. “Yeah.”

You hold your breath.

She doesn’t elaborate.

Neither do you.

The next day is different.

The air feels heavier. The sky is clouded, and Ryujin’s unusually quiet. She doesn’t poke fun at your sleepy face. Doesn’t make you race her again. Just walks beside you, hands in her pockets, eyes somewhere else.

Eventually, you sit together on the porch, the sky threatening rain.

“You okay?” you ask.

She shrugs. “Just thinking.”

“You? Thinking? Must be serious.”

She laughs, but it’s a little hollow. “You ever feel like… the older you get, the more fake everything feels?”

You look at her.

She continues, “Like we’re all pretending. Pretending to be okay, pretending we know what we’re doing.”

You nod slowly. “Yeah. I feel that.”

She looks at you then — really looks.

“…But when I’m with you, I don’t have to pretend.”

The wind shifts. The first raindrops fall.

And for a second, you want to say something.

But she’s already standing.

“Race you to the shed,” she says, taking off.

You chase her.

Because that’s what you’ve always done.

Inside the tiny garden shed, both of you soaked, she tosses you a towel.

You dry your hair, heart pounding.

She sits on the bench, knees pulled up, watching the storm rage outside.

It’s quiet.

Then she says, “I liked you. Back then.”

You freeze.

She doesn’t look at you. “I don’t know if it was a cousin thing, or just because we were always together. But I liked you. Like, liked liked you.”

“…Ryujin.”

She finally turns.

And smiles — not her usual smug one, but something smaller. Sadder.

“I don’t think it ever went away.”

You don’t answer.

Not yet.

Because you don’t trust your voice.

Instead, you sit beside her, the rain thundering above you.

And she leans her head against your shoulder.

Just like that.

No teasing.

No jokes.

Just closeness.

And maybe — just maybe — you feel the same way.

Summer keeps going.

Days blend into nights, and the air grows thicker with each passing sunset. You fall into a rhythm with Ryujin — a rhythm of late-night bike rides, lazy mornings, watermelon slices, and quiet little wars in the form of teasing remarks.

But something’s changed.

You feel it in the way her eyes linger a second too long when you’re laughing. In the way she’ll shove you, but then her fingers curl around your wrist just to hold it there a moment longer. In how her silence now feels heavier — more charged — like there’s something always on the tip of her tongue.

And maybe you're the same.

Maybe you’ve started watching her too closely. Memorizing the lines of her smirk, the freckles on her shoulders, the way she throws her head back when she laughs like she doesn’t owe the world anything.

Maybe you’re starting to fall.

No — not starting.

You already are.

It happens on the third Thursday since you got here.

You’re helping Ryujin patch a flat tire on her bike, grease staining your fingers. She's crouched beside you, hair tied up in a haphazard bun, an ice pop dangling from her lips like some sort of bribe.

"You know," she says casually, "I don’t hate having you here."

You glance up at her.

She’s not looking at you. Just focused on the tire.

"That’s probably the nicest thing you’ve said to me all week," you joke.

She shrugs. "Don’t get used to it."

But her voice is soft. The kind of soft she only uses when she means something and doesn’t want you to know she means it.

You hand her the wrench.

She takes it — and her fingers brush yours.

And she doesn’t pull away.

Neither do you.

That night, there’s a fireworks festival in town.

Ryujin shows up at your room in denim overalls and a sleeveless black crop top, holding two cans of soda like it’s no big deal. Her hair’s still a mess. Her nails are chipped. Her lips are cherry red from the popsicle she had earlier.

You’ve never seen anything more beautiful.

“You gonna keep staring, or are we leaving?” she says.

You don’t answer. You just walk beside her.

The festival is all noise and color — lanterns strung between trees, kids running barefoot, the smell of grilled squid and sweet syrup hanging in the air.

You and Ryujin sit on the hill above the main square, legs stretched out, shoulders almost — almost — touching.

The first firework explodes overhead.

Ryujin tilts her head back, lips parted in wonder.

You should say something. You should tell her.

Instead, you ask, “What’s your biggest fear?”

She blinks. Then laughs. “What kind of firework-date-question is that?”

“Come on,” you nudge her. “Humor me.”

She’s quiet for a moment.

Then: “I’m scared I’ll lose the people who make me feel real.”

You glance at her.

She’s not watching the sky anymore.

She’s watching you.

Later that night, you’re walking back.

The fireworks are over. The town’s lights are dim. The cicadas have returned in full force.

Ryujin reaches out and loops her pinky through yours.

She doesn’t look at you when she does it. Just keeps walking like it’s the most casual thing in the world.

Your heart nearly stops.

The air between you and Ryujin feels charged, like the moment before a thunderstorm. Her pinky is still looped through yours, a small but undeniable connection. You don’t pull away. Neither does she. The cicadas hum in the background, their rhythm steady, almost hypnotic. The night wraps around you both, heavy and warm, and for once, there’s no teasing, no sarcasm, no chaos. Just this.

Just Ryujin.

You glance at her. Her profile is sharp in the moonlight, her jawline softened by the faintest curve of her lips. She’s not looking at you, but you can feel the weight of her presence, the way she seems to anchor the entire world around you. It’s unnerving. It’s exhilarating.

“You’re quiet,” she says suddenly, her voice cutting through the silence like a knife. “That’s new.”

You swallow, trying to find your voice. “Just… thinking.”

She laughs, a low, raspy sound that sends a shiver down your spine. “Dangerous.”

“You’re one to talk,” you shoot back, your voice steadier than you feel. “You’re the one who started this.”

Her grin falters for a split second, and she finally turns to look at you. Her eyes are dark, unreadable, but there’s something in them—something raw, something vulnerable—that makes your chest tighten.

“Maybe I did,” she says quietly. “But you’re the one who’s still here.”

The words hang in the air, heavy and electric. You don’t know what to say. You don’t know if you can say anything. All you know is that Ryujin’s hand is still linked with yours, and for some reason, that feels like the most important thing in the world.

She breaks the silence first, her voice lighter now, but not quite careless. “Race you back?”

You blink, caught off guard. “What?”

She smirks, the familiar mischievous glint back in her eyes. “You heard me. Last one to the house is a rotten egg.”

Before you can respond, she’s already taken off, her laughter trailing behind her like a challenge. You stare after her for a moment, stunned, before snapping out of it and sprinting to catch up.

She’s fast—faster than you remember—but you’re not about to let her win. Not tonight. Not when it feels like everything’s on the line.

You’re both breathless by the time you reach the house, Ryujin collapsing onto the porch with a triumphant laugh. “Told you I’d win.”

You lean against the railing, trying to catch your breath. “You cheated.”

She shrugs, unbothered. “All’s fair in love and war, right?”

You don’t miss the way her voice hesitates on the word love, the way her eyes flicker to yours for just a second before looking away. It’s subtle, but it’s there. And it’s enough to make your heart race all over again.

She stands, brushing herself off, and heads inside without another word. You follow, your mind still spinning, still trying to make sense of everything that’s happened tonight.

But when you step into the living room, Ryujin’s already there, leaning against the couch with that same unreadable expression on her face. She doesn’t say anything, just watches you, her eyes dark and intense.

You stop, feeling like you’re standing on the edge of a cliff. “What?”

She doesn’t answer right away. Instead, she takes a step closer, then another, until she’s standing right in front of you. Her presence is overwhelming, her warmth seeping into your skin, her scent—citrus and something wild, something uniquely Ryujin—filling your lungs.

You can’t breathe. You can’t think. All you can do is stare at her, your heart pounding in your chest as she tilts her head slightly, studying you like you’re a puzzle she’s trying to solve.

“You’re different,” she says finally, her voice soft but firm. “Why?”

You swallow, your throat dry. “I don’t know what you mean.”

She raises an eyebrow, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. “Yes, you do.”

You don’t answer. You can’t. Because the truth is, you do know. You’ve always known. And now, standing here, with Ryujin so close you can feel her breath on your skin, it’s impossible to ignore.

She reaches up, her fingers brushing against your cheek, and you close your eyes, trying to steady yourself. Her touch is light, almost hesitant, but it sends a jolt of electricity through your entire body.

“Tell me,” she whispers, her voice barely audible. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

You open your eyes, meeting her gaze, and for the first time, you don’t hold back. “I’m thinking about you.”

She doesn’t say anything, but her eyes soften, her smile fading into something more serious, more intense. And then, without warning, she closes the distance between you, her lips brushing against yours in a kiss that’s both tentative and undeniable.

Your breath hitches, your hands instinctively finding her waist as she deepens the kiss, her fingers tangling in your hair. It’s messy, it’s chaotic, it’s everything Ryujin is—and it’s perfect.

When she finally pulls away, you’re both breathing heavily, your foreheads resting against each other. She looks at you, her eyes searching yours, and for a moment, you’re afraid she’s going to pull away, to laugh it off like it’s just another one of her pranks.

But she doesn’t. Instead, she smiles—a real, genuine smile—and says, “About time.”

You laugh, a little breathless, a little dazed. “You’re impossible.”

She grins, her usual mischief back in full force. “Yeah, but you like me anyway.”

And the thing is, she’s right. You do. You always have.

But before you can say anything, she’s already pulling away, her hand slipping into yours as she tugs you toward the stairs. “Come on.”

“Where are we going?” you ask, though you already know the answer.

She looks back at you, her grin widening. “You’ll see.”

And just like that, the chaos begins again—but this time, you’re ready for it.

Ryujin stops abruptly at the foot of the stairs, her fingers tightening around yours. She turns, her gaze locking with yours, and there’s a flicker of mischief that makes your stomach twist. “Actually,” she says, her voice low and teasing, “let’s go this way instead.”

Before you can even process her words, she’s pulling you toward the kitchen. The house is silent except for the sound of your footsteps and the faint hum of the refrigerator. Your heart pounds as she leads you into the dimly lit room, her grip firm, almost possessive.

She stops in front of the counter, her back to the sink, and turns to face you. Her eyes are dark, intense, and they never leave yours as she steps closer—so close you can feel the heat of her body against yours. You swallow hard, your breath catching in your throat, as she presses you back against the counter.

“Ryujin…” you start, but she silences you with a finger on your lips.

“Shh,” she whispers, leaning in until her lips brush against your ear. “I’ve always wanted to do this.”

Her hands slide down your chest, slow and deliberate, and you shiver under her touch. She smells like summer—like sunscreen and sweat and something sweet, something distinctly her. Your hands find her waist almost instinctively, anchoring yourself as she tilts her head, her lips grazing the side of your neck.

“Do what?” you manage to ask, though your voice comes out hoarse, barely audible.

She pulls back just enough to meet your eyes again, her lips curling into that familiar smirk. “This.”

And then she’s moving, stepping away just long enough to reach into the pantry. She pulls out a jar of honey, holding it up like it’s some kind of prize. Your brows furrow in confusion, but before you can ask, she’s already unscrewing the lid.

“Ryujin,” you say again, your voice trembling. “What are you—?”

She doesn’t answer. Instead, she drizzles a thin line of honey down your chest, starting just below your collarbone and letting it trail down to your stomach. The sensation is cold at first, sticky and strange, but then she sets the jar aside and leans in, her tongue following the trail.

You groan, your head falling back against the cabinet behind you as her lips and tongue move over your skin, warm and wet and electric. She takes her time, savoring every inch, her hands gripping your hips to keep you in place. Every stroke feels like fire, lighting up every nerve in your body.

“Fuck,” you breathe, your fingers tangling in her hair as she works her way down. Her tongue flicks over a sensitive spot just above your navel, and you jerk involuntarily, your hips pressing forward.

She chuckles against your skin, the sound vibrating through you. “You like that, huh?”

“You’re such a menace,” you mutter, though your voice is shaky, and you’re pretty sure you’re not fooling anyone.

She pulls back just enough to look up at you, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “And yet, you’re not stopping me.”

You don’t have a response for that—mostly because you’re too busy trying to remember how to breathe. She smirks, clearly pleased with herself, and then she’s back at it, her tongue tracing patterns on your skin that leave you gasping.

“Ryujin,” you manage to say, your voice strained. “This is—”

“What?” she interrupts, looking up at you with those dark, teasing eyes. “Too much?”

You shake your head, your hands tightening in her hair. “No. Just… not enough.”

Her grin widens, and she shifts closer, her body pressing against yours as she licks the last traces of honey from your skin. “Good.”

She leans in then, her lips brushing against yours in a kiss that’s soft and slow and utterly maddening. Her hands slide up your chest, sticky from the honey, and you can’t help but groan as she deepens the kiss, her tongue sliding against yours.

You’re not sure how long it lasts—seconds, minutes, hours—but when she finally pulls away, you’re left breathless, your chest rising and falling rapidly. She looks at you with a mix of satisfaction and something else—something deeper, something that makes your heart race even faster.

“You taste sweet,” she murmurs, her thumb brushing over your bottom lip.

You laugh, though it’s shaky and uneven. “That’s the honey.”

She shakes her head, her smile softening. “No. It’s you.”

You don’t know what to say to that, so you don’t say anything at all. Instead, you pull her back in, your lips crashing against hers in a kiss that’s hungry and desperate and filled with all the things you’ve both been too afraid to say.

Her hands slide down your back, gripping the hem of your shirt and yanking it over your head before tossing it aside. Her own tank top follows, leaving her in just her sports bra, and you groan at the sight of her skin—smooth and golden and perfect.

“God, you’re beautiful,” you whisper, your hands skating over her sides, feeling the warmth of her beneath your fingertips.

She smirks, her hands sliding up your chest again. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

You laugh, but it’s cut short as she pushes you back against the counter again, her lips finding your neck as her hands explore your body. You’re helpless against her touch, your hips pressing forward as she grinds against you, her breath hot against your skin.

“Ryujin,” you gasp, your hands gripping her waist tightly. “We can’t—someone might—”

“No one’s home,” she interrupts, her voice low and filled with promise. “It’s just us.”

And just like that, any lingering hesitation evaporates. You kiss her again, hard and deep, your hands roaming over her body as she does the same to you. The kitchen falls away, the world narrows to just the two of you, and for once, everything feels right.

She pulls back just long enough to grab the jar of honey again, and this time, she drizzles it down her own chest, her eyes never leaving yours. “Your turn,” she whispers, her voice dripping with challenge.

You don’t need to be told twice.

You don’t hesitate. Your lips crash into hers with a hunger that surprises even you. Her hands tangle in your hair, pulling you closer as your tongues dance in a fiery rhythm. The taste of honey on her lips is intoxicating, sweet and sticky, and you can’t get enough.

Your hands move on their own, sliding down her back, feeling the heat of her skin beneath your fingertips. She arches into you, her body pressing against yours in a way that makes your breath hitch. You grip her hips, lifting her onto the counter with a strength you didn’t know you had. Her legs wrap around your waist instinctively, pulling you closer, and you can feel the urgency in the way she clings to you.

She moans softly into your mouth, a sound that sends a jolt of electricity straight to your core. Your hands roam her body, exploring every curve, every dip, committing her to memory. Her nails dig into your back, sharp and possessive, and you groan against her lips, the mix of pain and pleasure driving you wild.

You grind against her, the friction between your bodies sending waves of heat through you both. She whimpers, her head falling back as you trail kisses down her neck. Your teeth nip at her collarbone, and she gasps, her fingers tightening in your hair. “More,” she breathes, her voice a desperate plea.

You don’t need to be told twice. Your hands move to her chest, fumbling with the clasp of her sports bra. It comes undone with a soft click, and she shimmies out of it, her breasts spilling free. You take a moment to admire her, the way her chest rises and falls with each ragged breath, the way her nipples harden under your gaze.

Leaning down, you take one nipple into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it as she gasps and arches her back. Her hands grip your shoulders, her nails leaving faint crescent marks as you give her the attention she craves. You switch to the other nipple, your teeth grazing it gently, and she lets out a low moan that vibrates through your entire body.

“God, you’re—” she starts, but her words dissolve into a whimper as your hands slide down her sides, settling on her hips. You grip her tightly, pulling her closer as you continue to work her with your mouth.

Her legs tighten around your waist, and you can feel how much she wants you, how much she needs you. It’s intoxicating, the way she responds to you, the way she melts under your touch. You’ve never felt this kind of connection before, this kind of raw, unfiltered desire.

You pull back just enough to meet her eyes, her lips swollen from your kisses, her hair a wild mess around her face. “Ryujin,” you murmur, your voice rough with need.

She looks at you, her eyes dark with want, and smiles that mischievous smile that always drives you crazy. “What? Got something to say, city boy?” she teases, her voice a little breathless.

You smirk, your hands moving to the waistband of her shorts. “Just wondering how much trouble I’m about to get into.”

She laughs, low and throaty, and pulls you back in for another kiss. “You have no idea,” she murmurs against your lips.

You undo the button of her shorts, sliding them down her legs along with her underwear. She kicks them off, and suddenly, she’s completely bare before you, her skin glowing in the dim light of the kitchen. You step back for a moment, just to take her in, and she raises an eyebrow at you. “Like what you see?” she asks, her voice laced with amusement.

“You’re perfect,” you say, your voice hoarse with emotion. And you mean it. Every inch of her is perfection, from the way her hair falls over her shoulders to the way her chest rises and falls with each breath.

She rolls her eyes, but there’s a hint of a blush on her cheeks. “Enough staring. Get over here.”

You don’t need to be told twice. You step back between her legs, your hands on her hips, and she wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you down for another searing kiss. Her legs tighten around you, pulling you closer, and you can feel how wet she is, how ready for you.

You reach down between your bodies, guiding yourself to her entrance, and she gasps as you press against her. “Ryujin,” you murmur, your voice thick with need.

She looks up at you, her eyes dark and filled with desire. “I’m ready,” she whispers, her voice trembling slightly.

You push into her slowly, giving her time to adjust, and she lets out a soft moan, her nails digging into your back. She’s so tight, so warm, and it takes every ounce of self-control you have to keep from losing yourself in her completely.

“You feel amazing,” you murmur, your voice rough with need.

She laughs softly, her breath hitching as you start to move. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she teases, her voice a little shaky.

You start to move, slow and steady at first, letting her get used to the sensation. But then she digs her nails into your back, and the sound she makes is enough to make you lose control. You start to thrust harder, deeper, and she moans, her head falling back as she arches into you.

Her hands roam over your body, exploring every inch of you as you move together. Her fingers trace the muscles of your back, your shoulders, your chest, and every touch sends a jolt of electricity through you.

“Faster,” she breathes, her voice filled with need, and you oblige, picking up the pace. Her legs tighten around you, pulling you deeper, and she lets out a low moan that sends a shiver down your spine.

You can feel the tension building in her body, the way she clenches around you, and it drives you wild. You grip her hips tightly, pulling her closer as you thrust into her, and she lets out a cry, her nails digging into your shoulders.

“I’m close,” she gasps, her voice trembling with need.

You lean down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as you drive into her, the sound of your bodies coming together filling the kitchen. She moans into your mouth, her body trembling as she reaches her peak, and you follow her over the edge, the force of your release leaving you both breathless.

You stay like that for a moment, your foreheads pressed together, your breaths mingling as you both come down from the high. She smiles up at you, her eyes soft and filled with something you can’t quite place.

“So…” she says, her voice teasing, “was that worth the wait?”

You laugh, pulling her closer. “Absolutely.”

She grins, her fingers tracing patterns on your chest. “Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.”

You raise an eyebrow at her, a smile tugging at your lips. “Oh yeah? What’s next, then?”

She leans in, her breath hot against your ear. “Let’s just say… you’re about to find out.”

And just like that, you’re pulled back into the chaos, the heat, the endless, breathless spiral of her. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Her fingers tighten around your wrist as she pulls you down the hallway, her bare feet padding softly against the wooden floor. The house is quiet except for the faint hum of the ceiling fan in the kitchen, still spinning from your earlier escapade. Ryujin glances over her shoulder, her hair falling in a messy cascade, her lips curving into that familiar, mischievous grin.

“Where are we going now?” you ask, your voice low, still catching your breath.

“You’ll see,” she says, dragging you toward her bedroom. The door creaks open, and she shoves you inside, following closely and shutting it behind her with a soft click.

Her room is exactly how you remember it — chaotic in the most Ryujin way possible. Clothes are strewn across the floor, a skateboard leans against the wall, and posters of bands you’ve never heard of cover the walls. The scent of her — something sweet and wild, like strawberries and pine — fills the air.

She turns to face you, her eyes dark and playful. “You’ve been holding out on me, cousin.”

You raise an eyebrow. “How so?”

She steps closer, her hands sliding up your chest, her touch sending shivers down your spine. “You’ve been acting all innocent, like you didn’t know exactly what you were doing back in the kitchen. But I know you. You’ve been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you?”

You swallow, your throat suddenly dry. “Maybe.”

She laughs, soft and low, and presses herself against you. “Good. Because so have I.”

Her lips find yours again, eager and demanding, and you sink into the kiss, your hands tangling in her hair. She tugs at your lower lip with her teeth, pulling a soft groan from you, and then she’s pushing you backward until the back of your knees hit the edge of her bed.

“Sit,” she commands, her voice thick with desire.

You obey, your heart pounding as she straddles your lap, her thighs pressing against your hips. She leans in, her breath warm against your neck, and whispers, “You’re mine now.”

It’s not a question. It’s a statement. A claim. And you don’t argue.

Her hands roam over your chest, her touch feather-light but electric, and you can’t help but shudder under her. She kisses you again, deep and slow, her tongue teasing yours, and you lose yourself in the taste of her, in the heat of her body against yours.

“Ryujin,” you murmur against her lips, your hands gripping her hips.

“What?” she whispers back, her voice teasing.

“You’re driving me crazy.”

She smirks, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. “Good. That’s the point.”

Before you can respond, she’s sliding off your lap and standing in front of you, her fingers hooking into the waistband of her shorts. She wiggles out of them slowly, deliberately, her eyes locked on yours, and then she’s standing there in nothing but her sports bra, her skin glowing in the dim light of the room.

You stare, unable to look away, your breath hitching in your throat.

She grins, her hands on her hips. “Like what you see?”

“You know I do,” you say, your voice rough.

She steps closer, her hands sliding up your chest again, and then she’s tugging at your shirt. “Fair’s fair, cousin.”

You pull it off, tossing it to the side, and she lets out a low whistle, her fingers tracing the lines of your abs. “Damn. You’ve been working out, huh?”

You smirk. “You’ve noticed.”

She laughs, shaking her head, and then she’s pushing you back onto the bed, climbing over you until she’s sitting on your hips. Her hands brace on your chest, and she leans down, her lips brushing against yours. “You’re not gonna be able to walk straight tomorrow.”

You groan, your hands sliding up her thighs. “Promises, promises.”

She kisses you again, hard and hungry, and you respond in kind, your hands roaming over her body, memorizing every curve, every dip. She pulls back, her breathing heavy, and reaches behind her to unclasp her bra. It falls away, and you’re left staring at her, your chest tight with want.

“Ryujin,” you say, her name a prayer on your lips.

She smiles, slow and wicked, and then she’s leaning down, her lips trailing down your chest, your stomach, until she reaches the waistband of your pants. Her fingers undo the button, the zipper, and then she’s pulling them off, leaving you bare before her.

She looks up at you, her eyes dark with desire. “You ready?”

You nod, unable to speak, and she grins, her hands sliding up your thighs. “Good.”

Her touch is electric, and when her lips wrap around you, you swear you see stars. Your hands tangle in her hair, your hips bucking against her, and she hums in approval, her tongue teasing you in ways that make you forget your own name.

“Ryujin,” you gasp, your back arching off the bed.

She pulls back, her lips slick, and grins up at you. “Not yet.”

Before you can protest, she’s climbing back up your body, her lips finding yours again, and then she’s guiding you inside her, her breath hitching as she sinks down onto you. She moans, her head falling back, and you grip her hips, helping her move, your bodies moving in perfect sync.

“You feel so good,” she whispers, her hands braced on your chest.

“You’re incredible,” you say, your voice strained.

She picks up the pace, her movements becoming more desperate, more urgent, and you meet her thrust for thrust, your hands roaming over her body, pulling her closer, deeper. Her nails dig into your chest, and you groan, the sensation only driving you wilder.

“Close,” she gasps, her voice trembling.

“Me too,” you say, your grip on her hips tightening.

She cries out, her body tightening around you, and you follow her over the edge, the world shattering around you as you both collapse into each other, breathless and spent.

Her head falls against your chest, her breathing ragged, and you wrap your arms around her, holding her close.

“That was…” she starts, her voice muffled against your skin.

“Amazing,” you finish for her.

She laughs, soft and sleepy, and presses a kiss to your chest. “Yeah. Amazing.”

You both lie there, tangled together, the room hushed except for the sound of your breathing. After a moment, she lifts her head, her eyes meeting yours.

“You’re not gonna be able to walk straight tomorrow,” she says again, her grin returning.

You laugh, shaking your head. “Worth it.”

She leans in, her lips brushing against yours. “Good. Because we’re not done yet.”

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"This is a nice neighborhood!"

"Yeah." You look around the quiet European village. "So nice and quiet, I'm glad your company chose to film part of your MV here."

"And I'm glad you could take the time off to come with me!" Yeji slinks her arm through yours, pulling you close. You were initially debating if you should go with Yeji on what is a work trip for her, but you don't regret it now, especially when you see the intimate housing she's secured for the two of you. "Here we are." It's a cozy little two bedroom, complete with kitchenette and a small living room.

"Oh, it's a little small," Yeji frowns as you pull the luggage in. "Not much room to spread out."

"It's fine, you won't be here for the most part right? It's enough for me work in, I can use the spare room as a study."

"Are you sure? We can still grab a hotel in the village center. I thought the living room would be more spacious."

"No no, this is good. Don't stress over it." You pull Yeji in for a hug. "What's important is the person I'm here with, not where I'm at."

"Says the guy who had trouble with the visa."

"Who knew that 'Following gorgeous girlfriend on work trip' was not a valid reason to visit?" Yeji boops you on the nose as the two of you get to unpacking. When you finish both of you slump on the couch, tired.

"Oof, I did not think we brought that much stuff."

"Me neither, but at least it's done. Dinner?" You check the time and shake your head.

"I think they're closed by now, shops close early here."

"Really?" Yeji scrolls through Google Maps, only for her expression to fall as she goes through every restaurant nearby. "Oh well, at least I brought ramyun."

"I thought I told you not to, I was going to bring them!"

"I brought it in case you forgot!"

"Well, I guess we have too much ramyun then, you could've used that space for your makeup or something."

"Nah I asked manager unnie to bring most of it, but yay ramyun!" Yeji enthusiastically starts boiling water, humming as she thinks about the ramyun she's about to make. "Ugh this might be my one time to eat ramyun, I'm going to have to watch what I eat when we start filming."

"I'll sneak you snacks, or have something for you when you come back then."

"You are horrible," Yeji says it ever so sweetly. "I'm supposed to on a business trip, I have to be professional!"

"Well you're not at work now, I think you can afford to be a little... Unprofessional." Your hands rested over her flat midriff, thumbs playing underneath the waistband of her jeans.

"I did cook some ramyun so... Do you want to come over for some ramyun?" Yeji asks the classic line cheekily.

"Already here babe." Your stomachs growl in protest. "Maybe we should eat first though."

"Yeah, you're going to need some extra energy!" You raise an eyebrow at her words. "I've never had sex outside of Korea, gotta make the best of this trip."

"We should wait a few days then, let me pick up the local language and I'll be saying filthy things you won't even understand."

"Wonderful. While you build that Duolingo streak, maybe you can say a few things I will understand later tonight."

"I always do." The sweet and dirty moment is interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Who's that?"

"No idea, maybe the owner of the place, forgot something here? Let me take a look." You peck Yeji on the cheek and go to the door only to find a stunning lady in front of you, surely this can't be the owner?

"Oh hi, are you the owner?" "Are you the owner?" Both of you ask at once.

"Eh? I'm here with reservation." She flashes a printout in front of him, her mind racing. There must have been some mistake, why is someone else here?

"We booked this place for the week." He answers back.

"No that can't be right, let me call the owner." Hurriedly she pulls out her phone, praying it isn't true. She's heard of nightmare stories like these, where an unscrupulous owner double books a place, allowing them to make double the money, and leaving the inconvenienced parties to figure it out themselves.

"Who is it babe?" She hears a female voice call out from the apartment.

"Ah, someone else apparently booked this place too."

"Oh, we should call the owner then."

"Yeah she's doing it."

"Does she want to come in?"

"I'll ask." You wait for her to put down her phone, and in the back of your head you have a nagging feeling—she looks incredibly familiar.

"No response, great."

"Do you want to come in? Just to put your bags down while we figure it out?"

"Yeah sure, that'd be great, I don't know what's going on. Something like this has never happened before." You help the visitor with her luggage as you let her in, and you almost walk into her as she stops right at the entrance.

"Yeji?"

"Huh? Seulgi unnie?" 

"Small world, to think I'd run into you here!" Seulgi's completely wrong-footed by the development, but she greets Yeji happily, grateful to be seeing someone she recognizes. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to film for my MV, shh don't tell anyone!" Seulgi nods understandingly. "What about you?"

"Same actually." She holds up a finger to her lips as well.

"Oh my god that's so good to hear, I loved your solo debut!"

"Thank you! And this is..." Seulgi addresses the odd one out in the apartment.

"Ah, he's umm—" Yeji's quickly burning up, what should she say, she's not that close to Seulgi.

"I'm her manager, nice to meet you." He reaches out and offers a hand.

"Oh, huh, I thought I heard her call you 'babe' earlier." Yeji almost drops the fork in her hand.

"Ah, that's my name, it's unusual, get a lot of stares because of it. Yeji can you get Seulgi something to drink?" You quickly deflect Seulgi's line of thought, offering her a seat at the dining table.

"Oh, yes of course!"

"You can't get a hold of the owner?" you ask, trying to keep Seulgi's focus on her predicament.

"Thanks Yeji. Yes, they're not picking up, argh! What do I do now?!"

"Is there a hotel nearby that has a room? And then get a refund for this later." You offer, and Seulgi nods and starts looking, and her expression slowly sours.

"No, there's nothing in this town that's available." She downs her water in one shot. "Thanks, I'll be on my way then, gotta get in touch with my team, maybe I'll stay with them, or stay in the city and travel out here for the shoot."

"Are you sure? Why don't you just stay here for the night unnie?"

"Really? That's okay with you?"

"Yeah, right op— Babe?"

"Yeah, Yeji and I can take a room, and you can have the other room."

"You and Yeji will... share a room?" Shit, right, you're supposed to be her manager.

"Er yes, there's a sofa bed in there too, quite common in small towns like these, we've slept together before." You wince internally, but it was too late, the words were already out. Thankfully Seulgi's too caught up in accepting the solution to her problems to notice.

"Ah really? If you're really okay with it..." Both you and Yeji nod insistently, and you make sure to help her bring her luggage to "her" room.

"We're making some ramyun unnie, do you want some too?"

"Is that okay? Thank you!"

The three of you split two portions of noodles, and you retreat to your room after to let them talk shop. Yeji ducks into the room after an hour later.

"Hi babe, did you shower?"

"Mmhmm, go ahead." Yeji does so before getting under the sheets with you.

"So, did we get found out?" you mumble as she snuggles against you.

"What do you mean?"

"She's your sunbae right? I'm sure I'm not the first manager that's called "Babe" she's run into."

"You think so? Maybe it's more common? I don't know, she didn't say anything about you, I think she buys it."

"Either she's naive, or you're naive love."

"It's fine, she'll be settled tomorrow, and then you can talk filthy to me every night." Yeji grabs your hand, stopping it from drifting across her thigh.

"Every night? You're asking a lot from me."

"Wait till you see me in the outfits I'm supposed to shoot in."

"God, you can't say that and expect me to sleep properly." You slip your hand underneath her flimsy t-shirt.

"Stop! No more tonight, we don't know how thin the walls are!" Yeji slaps your hand, reprimanding you with a hurried harsh hush.

But unfortunately for both of you, it turns out that you two might not be alone for the other nights either, as you find Seulgi waiting for the two of you the next morning.

"So I spoke to the owner, they offered to refund me fully, and you 75% off, all we need to do is not report them on the app."

"Ugh, fine. Did they offer alternative accommodations? Or do you still need to look for that?" Seulgi shakes her head sadly.

"They offered to look but also said to not get my hopes up, there was always only a few hotels, and this is peak season. It's why they decided to offer their place on the app too, good money."

"Figures, where are you going to stay then?"

"I was hoping I could stay here? It'd be just a lot easier if I don't have to stress about it. I know I'm not paying anything, so I'm happy to split whatever's left of your bill after the discount. I don't mind taking half, it's a good deal since they're taking so much off."

"That's true but, Yeji and I would like some priv—" Yeji pinches your side and cuts you off.

"That would be great unnie! I was hoping you would stay, we'd both have each other for company, right?" Yeji's pointed look is your cue to chime in.

"Uh yeah, that'd be great, you could give Yeji advice on her shoot as well."

"Oh no, she's doing great already! But thank you, I'm glad that's sorted then!" Seulgi heads back to her room, leaving you to stare at Yeji disbelievingly.

"You were going to say 'privacy'! What would she think then?" your girlfriend retorts.

"Ugh you're right." You prepare breakfast for Yeji, making a little extra for Seulgi as well, and as they prepare to head out for their respective shoots, Yeji hangs back just a little bit, stealing a kiss as Seulgi leaves first.

"I'll try to get back early, we'll have to get our fun in while she's not around." She heads out, only to run into Seulgi still near the building entrance.

"Oh Yeji, is Babe not coming with you?"

"Babe? Oh, the manager? No, he's er, coordinating stuff with the company, I can find my way there myself."

"Yeah? Oh after your shoot we should see if there's any good scenic spots around town, we can take pictures for each other!"

"Oh umm yeah, that'd be great unnie!"

Seulgi, to her credit and Yeji's debit, is blissfully unaware. With a nice junior idol to enjoy the scenic city with, there's nothing she wants to do more than to hang out with her! She invites her on her daily runs, scouts out local cafes that they can check out, the different parks dotted around the area, everything is perfect!

Although, sometimes she can be mysteriously hard to find.

"Oh, hi Babe!"

"Hnn—uh? Oh hello Seulgi!" She catches Yeji's manager leaning against the kitchen island. Slowly he twists around to face her. "Have a good shoot?"

"Yeah, is Yeji around?"

"Yeji? Umm hmm... umm umm, no she's not, she stepped out for a run, said she ate too much last night."

"Oh, okay." His expression is a little odd though. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Huhhng? Yeah, just a little under the weather."

"Oh no, do you need any medicine? I have some that you could use."

"No, I'm good, thank you!"

"Sure, please don't hesitate to ask, I'm sure Yeji depends on you a lot."

"Ghhk!" You forget just how much Yeji's depending on you to pull your cock out of her mouth so she can breathe. Your shaft is covered in her drool, and it drips down her jaw, her mouth forced open the whole time you've been speaking to Seulgi.

"What was that?"

"What was what?"

"That sound?"

"Sorry, that was me trying to hold my cough back." You quickly fake a cough, pulling your hips slightly back and unpinning Yeji's throat from the furniture.

"Are you sure you don't need medicine? It's not good to get sick abroad."

"I have medicine I can take, I'll be sure to take it, thank you though!" You try to wrap the conversation up quickly, and thankfully Seulgi nods and heads into her room, allowing you to talk to Yeji. "You okay?"

"Yeah, just couldn't really swallow." She wipes her mouth before diving back in.

"Wait, Seulgi's here!"

"Just finish before she comes back out!" That wouldn't be a problem, as Yeji knows just how you like your tip licked, flicked, and sucked. It is on you to muffle your moan as you start to empty your load down her throat.

"Ugh god..."

"Are you okay?" You almost jump and pop out of Yeji's mouth, Seulgi's back out again!

"Yeah, just er... some bad news from home."

"Oh no, I hope everything's fine!" She approaches you, offering her sympathy, but any closer and Yeji would be discovered.

"It is, sorry!" You hold your hands at arms length. "I just umm, need a moment to myself."

"Right, okay, I'm here if you need a shoulder to lean on."

She's so kind! Is what you would've thought, if Yeji didn't choose that moment to swirl her tongue around your tip, cleaning you thoroughly as Seulgi watched, completely unaware. "Th-Thanks, sorry, please don't worry about me and go about your day."

"Oh, umm, okay." Uncertainly Seulgi answers and heads out again, and you allow yourself to slump forward as Yeji pops your soft member out of her mouth.

"That was close!" Yeji laughs as she gets out from under you.

"Yeah well, you're the one who wanted to finish me off."

"Are you telling me you wanted to be blue balled all night after Seulgi's back?"

"No, but I suppose you want me to repay the favor before she comes back?"

"You read my mind." You share a kiss with Yeji as she shimmies her shorts down, and as you sink to your knees you pull her panties down with you.

Seulgi slaps her forehead at her own stupidity, she left her airpods back at home! She trudges up the stairs to the apartment, only to be met with a yelp when she opens the door.

"Ah! I-I thought you were going out unnie!" Yeji's in the exact same position as her manager earlier, leaning forward over the flat surface.

"Yeah I forgot my airpods, were you here earlier?"

"N-No, I just got back!"

"Really? I didn't see you on the way out just now! Where's Babe?"

"I took the building's— Hnngh! Back door. Oppa's in the room, he said he wasn't feeling well so..." Yeji couldn't hide her soft moan as you press your tongue against her slit, and thankfully Seulgi doesn't notice Yeji's eyes rolling up when you begin playing with her back door, fingers drifting around it.

"Yeah I saw him just now, he did not look good. Should I get something for him?" 

"No need, I'll take care of him!" Seulgi quickly ducks into her room to grab the airpod and waves goodbye to Yeji, a little distracted. Did Yeji just call him oppa?

"Oppa that's too much!" Yeji whines.

"You said back door, so..." You get back to licking her pussy, rendering her incapable of a quip back. Your neck is sore from looking up between her legs, but it is made easier as Yeji disappears from anyone's view, knees sinking to the floor as she full on sits on your face—the only things visible from a potential Seulgi are her fingers, still gripping the top of the counter.

"Oh fuck, you eat me out so good!" She rides your face rapidly, eager to finally get herself off on this trip. A lick, flick, and suck of her clit, and Yeji's thighs close around your head—they tremble around you, making you shake slightly, adding to her pleasure. She can't help but cry out, letting herself go, sinking further on your face as her legs go weak. When she's done she swings herself off you, slumped against the kitchen island as she gathers herself.

"God I needed that."

"Same," you agree, helping Yeji to her feet.

"I wish we could do more, but no telling when she's back."

"Me too, maybe we can stay a few days longer, say your flight got delayed or something?"

"Maybe, now go to bed and pretend to be sick before Seulgi comes back and catches us like this!"

Seulgi doesn't catch them in the act, but she certainly caught Yeji's ecstatic shout as she came. She had forgotten something else, and cursing her own forgetfulness Seulgi quickly headed back before stopping dead in her tracks. Yeji's cry was sharp and pointed, yet the moan after was ground out, sounding absolutely and thoroughly satisfied.

Isn't Babe in there with her? She wonders, surely he heard it! Unless...

Maybe he was asleep because he was sick and didn't hear it. The naive little angel on her shoulder thought out loud.

He's in on it, responsible for it even, oh he's getting her off good! The lusty little succubus between her legs speaks up to her.

He's her manager, that'd be unprofessional! The naive angel barks back, scandalized.

Oh please, he's her boyfriend, when was the last time you cooked ramyun for your manager? Seulgi knew the little devil in her head was right. She had known all along that Babe wasn't Yeji's manager (That probably isn't even his name! the naive angel in her finally realizes), but she just wanted to give Yeji the benefit of the doubt, to not think about her boyfriend giving something else to her. Starved for attention recently, the little devil in her grew quickly with each such thought.

Yeji sounded so satisfied didn't she? Seulgi whirls around, quickly heading the other way, forgetting about what she forgot, her mind filled with Yeji's noises that the lust devil won't let her forget.

Shut up shut up shut up shut up!

But the need doesn't go away—it manifests itself viciously in a vicarious need to know that Yeji gets fucked. Seulgi makes sure to tell the couple when she's out, and when she'll be back. If she's done early, she'll wait outside the apartment, split in two between eavesdropping, trying to see if she can catch the sounds of their activities and feeding her own needs, and trying to be the good sunbae, recognizing and giving them the privacy they need.

Once she's back in the apartment her eyes are sharp, Yeji might very well think that Seulgi's trying to catch them in the act, but no, Seulgi just wants her own satisfaction—any redness on Yeji's knees, or a t-shirt pulled slightly further up to hide a hickey, her hair maybe slightly mussed and messy. The dead giveaways that make Seulgi wet are the bowleggedness that Yeji tries to hide, the lipstick mark that Babe doesn't wipe off cleanly, the sudden additional load of laundry that they do in the apartment.

And yet she can't get her own satisfaction—between Yeji coming and going and her boyfriend staying in and working remotely, Seulgi has no time to herself! She does it mid-shower, the sound of running water barely enough to cover her whines and whimpers, but it is nowhere close to what Yeji gets—not nearly as loud or as satisfying surely. So Seulgi simmers, letting off steam in the shower when she can, waiting, hoping for the inevitable boilover.

It comes in the most unexpected of circumstances, one that Seulgi didn't even plan for.

"Nngh..." Seulgi mumbles as she stretches her arms, waking up in the late morning. She's still sleepy, but she wakes up immediately when she can hear their voices through the shared wall.

"And you're sure she's not home?"

"Definitely, I went out for a quick run, and her shoes were not there!" Seulgi's eyes fly to her freshly wiped footwear—she had brought them in for cleaning after getting them muddy last night. They are silent for a while, but it quickly becomes clear what's happening when Yeji's whine pierces through the wall, followed by Babe's low moan. Safe in their false security of Seulgi not being home, they are not soft, and Seulgi hears every word, whimper, and wail.

"Fuck me, oh fuck me I'm cumming!" Yeji gets off fast, and Seulgi is quick to kick off her pajama bottoms, sliding a hand between her legs—she's too horny to think, hearing them basically going at it directly. She's only conscious enough to muffle her sounds, fingers running up and down her slit and thumb pressing on her clit. She gets herself to the edge of orgasm, but it seems to end a little too early for her as she hears Babe's moan suddenly close to the wall.

"Oh yeah, drink it all." There is a long drawn out silence, peppered with a few groans, before finally Seulgi audibly hears Yeji gasp, his cock finally taken out of her—just how much did he cum?

"God I wish Minju were here." She hears Yeji say. Minju? Kim Minju?

"I know I know, I taste better coming from her." Seulgi's eyes are wide open, what is he saying?! "But if she's here, we both know I wouldn't get anything done."

"You'd get a lot of her done. You two mix the best." Seulgi's hand stops moving, shocked by the revelation. Yeji's boyfriend is openly having sex with Minju, and Yeji is okay with it? And he tastes better coming from her? Does Yeji... oh god!

"Imagine how you would taste coming from Seulgi unnie."

"Yeji..."

"She looks so tight, have you seen her abs?" Seulgi's sticky fingers drift over her hard midriff—what is Yeji saying now?

"She's your sunbae—"

"So? Don't tell me you don't find her hot, even I find her hot."

"She is, but things will get awkward, how would you face her at music shows?"

"Oh I see Chaeryeong all the time and face her fine. You say that like I don't see the others at music shows already, even Hitomi is debuting again!" First Minju, now Chaeryeong and Hitomi? The little devil in Seulgi now really wants to see what she's missing out on—Yeji's satisfied enough that she's fine with him fooling around, if anything, she seems to be the instigator!

"Can you imagine, that tight naked body writhing underneath you?" As Yeji says it Seulgi's imagining it as well, fingers dipping back down her body. "Do you think she likes it hard? Or is she more of a rider, imagine that waist riding on top of you."

"Yeji—"

"Oh please, you're hard again already." Seulgi bites back a whimper as she fingers herself, the thought of him getting hard thinking about her getting her wetter—it's part of her job to be hot and attractive, but knowing the effect she has on someone when they're right there is different.

"Enough!" He growls, and there is a bang and a moan from Yeji. There is no fanfare, no more fantasizing, and Seulgi hears the headboard begin to knock constantly on the shared wall. They're outright fucking, and Seulgi adds another finger in herself when Yeji wails.

"You're so fucking big!"

The rest of it is unintelligible, but the "ohs" and "ahs" she can make out more than tell Seulgi just how thoroughly Yeji's getting railed. It turns Seulgi on that she's partially responsible for this, that thinking about her is making them fuck that hard. The headboard banging begins to get faster and faster, and Yeji manages a high-pitched whine.

"Cum in me!" Seulgi's mind goes blank, imagining herself in Yeji's place, fingers going faster and faster, loud wet sounds coming from between her legs. She grabs a pillow and screams into it when she hears his deep groan, imagining him filling her up and climaxing with him. There's no holding back her pleasure, and Seulgi bucks her hips and let's herself go, squirting all over the sheets as her heels dig into the bed. The moans and gasps of the couple across the wall fill her head as they finish, and Seulgi continues to rub herself, getting every last drop out of her.

"Fuck yes..." she moans loudly as she comes down, too in the clouds to realize what she just did.

"Was that—" You and Yeji look at each other.

"You said she wasn't here!" you hiss, voice dropping to a whisper.

"Her shoes were not there!" Yeji quickly gets under the sheets, as if fearful of getting caught naked by Seulgi. "Do you think she heard?"

"Well if we heard her, she definitely heard us, we weren't exactly being quiet."

"Shit, this is bad! Oh no we were talking about her like that!"

"You did, I didn't say anything. Well, she did sound like she was enjoying herself. Who would say 'Fuck yes' like that?"

"You think... she was getting off on us?"

"Maybe? Or maybe she just woke up, and she didn't hear us."

"You think we just heard her, and not the other way around?"

"We have to hope." The two of you agree to not bring it up with Seulgi, and to deflect if she asks. It doesn't last long though, as you run into her ready to start her own extra load of laundry later that day.

"Oh, hello, you go ahead."

"Hello Babe, I think we can do both?"

"Oh, umm sure." Awkwardly you put you and Yeji's fluid-stained clothes in there, and you can't help but notice the stained bedsheets already in the tumbler.

"There we go," Seulgi says as she hits start. "You and Yeji do each other today?"

"Sorry?"

"Are you and Yeji doing anything today?" Whew, you thought you heard her say "do each other".

"N-No, she doesn't have any schedules planned."

"Yes, but what about you and Yeji?"

"I— I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh please, I'm not stupid, I know you're not her manager. I'm not even sure if your name's Babe, but I'll call you that for now."

"Er, right, thanks. If you could keep quiet about me and Yeji that'd be much appreciated."

"Oh of course, that's your personal life, what you and Yeji say and do, no one needs to know about that." Seulgi says it in a way that makes you think she knows about what you and Yeji did.

"Right."

"After all, Minju, Chaeryeong, and Hitomi can all keep quiet, as her sunbae I assure you I am more discreet." Your blood runs cold, and then hot, how did she know about them, the only way Seulgi would know is because—

Shit.

"Y-You heard everything?"

"Maybe? I don't know when you two started. I heard you two talking about my shoes when I woke up." You groan internally, realizing that she heard almost everything.

"Damn, er, sorry we woke you up."

"No problem, it was an interesting morning." With the cards all out in the open you play it straight with Seulgi.

"I gather you had your fun too?" You tilt your head towards the laundry. "We heard you briefly too."

"W-What?" Now it's her turn to blush. "What did I say?"

"You just sounded satisfied."

"Oh, well... So much for being discreet."

"Do you want more? I understand if you don't want things to get weird between you and Yeji but, we can arrive at an understanding."

"Understanding?"

"You heard what you heard, and we heard what we heard. If you want to hear more of us, I'm sure Yeji would understand."

"You'd be happy huh, getting to fuck Yeji, knowing that I'm listening the whole time?"

"Yeji's probably happier than I am about that. Plus you wouldn't be the first to listen to us."

"What—" Seulgi processes the new information, before blushing a little deeper. "I see."

"You just let us know if it becomes too much."

The next few days become much more enjoyable for everyone involved. With the understanding in place Yeji becomes much more handsy, teasing and riling you up whenever she could. It started off safe, and you would hold it till night time, where Yeji would simply kick off her shorts and allow you easy access. There was no need to be quiet, and soon Seulgi can hear the crash of your hips into Yeji straight through the wall. Shortly after the two of you finished you would hear a moan or two, the signal that Seulgi got off. She would be muted some nights, while other nights she would be louder, almost correlating with how tired she looked before she said good night to the two of you.

By the end of the trip though, as long as Seulgi wasn't in direct view, all bets were off. Yeji continued to rile you up, teasing and showing Seulgi just how you liked it, and as soon as Seulgi entered her room you would rip off whatever Yeji was wearing and fuck her on the nearest surface in the living room. You had no idea if Seulgi peeked, but you do know that you never heard her door close.

"Hnngh she's right there oppa!" Yeji whispers urgently—the two of you were at the kitchen island, and you're pressing her against the countertop, sliding her shorts down already. Seulgi was laying on the couch, facing away from the two of you. You held Yeji by her arms, and when you pressed your cockhead into her there was nothing she could do to hide her moan.

"You're so deep in me!" Yeji whines, and the two of you watch Seulgi's thighs spread on the couch—Seulgi was adamant about only listening, but no one ever said anything about you and Yeji watching her.

"Yeah? You like it when I'm deep in you?" you say loudly, hamming it up for Seulgi's benefit.

"Yeah, ah! You're longer than my fingers, wider too, it's like three fingers stuffed in me all at once!" The two of you watch Seulgi plug three fingers into herself, and you're not sure if she's scooting down the couch to get more comfortable, but it certainly gives the two of you a better view.

"So fucking hot, how are you so tight?" you utter into Yeji's neck.

"Because you haven't fucked me in sooooo long!" Yeji drawls. "I need you to really fuck me." You slam into her hard, making sure the sound of your bodies colliding get to Seulgi.

"You're going to be bruised, do you want to take it to the bedroom?"

"No, I'm going to be sore anyways, just fuck me already!"

Seulgi fingers herself as the noises behind her get more and more obscene. Yeji's words just made her think about the last time she was with someone, and the only answer she can come up with right now is Too fucking long ago! Yeji's devolving with every moan—she had heard Yeji moaning before through the walls, and part of her wondered if Yeji's embellishing it for her to listen to, but now Seulgi knows there's nothing made up about it. If anything, it's too natural, too raw, the way Yeji moans, the gasps and grunts mixing as Seulgi imagines you hilting yourself deep inside her, forcing sounds out that could never be engineered or faked. She's so close to her own climax, trying not to explode, to not make a mess of the couch they share.

"Nngh I, I'm gonna cum!" Yeji cries, and a sudden splatter of liquid fills Seulgi's ears, triggering her own orgasm.

"F-F-Fuck, oh fuck!" She's powerless to stop the gush of fluids exiting her own body, and her hand moves in a blur, spraying her squirt everywhere unapologetically. As Seulgi comes down from her own orgasm she hears Yeji whimpering, hypersensitive from her own peak.

"Cum in me, do it, do it!" A grunt and a groan from him, and Seulgi hears Yeji being filled up, the sigh she releases utterly satisfying, a coo of contentment. The sound of their finish goes straight to her very core, and in her own blissful state something finally crumbles, Seulgi's inhibitions and reluctance dissolve—she wants it, wants it real bad.

You and Yeji quietly try to get back to your bedroom, to keep the facade up, but you both hear it—Seulgi's soft plea from behind you, just before the two of you enter the bedroom.

"I want it, the real thing." Yeji nods eagerly, and you're never saying no to a woman like Seulgi.

"Tomorrow—" you start.

"Tonight." Seulgi stands up, her thighs shining with slick. She watches a little bit of you leak out from Yeji—she neglected to put her panties back on. "Or now. I can't wait, I'm going to regret asking, I know it."

"You won't. We'll clean up a little first, and then start?" The slight delay wrongfoots Seulgi—she was planning on getting straight into it, to let herself be taken along as soon as possible.

"Right, okay." Seulgi is left standing there naked and a little out-of-it, figuring out what to do next.

"Aren't you going to join us?"

You didn't have to worry about getting hard again, as sharing a shower with Seulgi and Yeji and watching the water run down their lithe bodies does wonders for getting you "up and running". Just the act of cleaning you off is enough to get you hard again, and Seulgi's eyes have been glued to it since.

"We're going to take care of you unnie." Yeji wraps a tower around her hair. "Can you get her body oppa?"

"Sure." You wrap Seulgi with a towel from behind, and you take the chance to feel her through the towel, squeezing her chest, feeling her react already. Her abs are firm and hard as you work your way down, and you dry each of her taut thighs separately, making sure to get right up to where they met her hips before stopping—there's no drying the wetness there.

Up top Yeji's whispering in her ear the whole time, telling her how she's going to be split open, how you're both going to enjoy her tight body, and how she's going to want it again and again. All truths. Yeji kisses her neck, leaving Seulgi a trembling anticipating wreck.

"I'm going to dry my hair, but I'll join you two soon." Seulgi lets herself be lead to bed, and she's gently but firmly pushed down. Your lips are on her neck, and with a touch on her thighs she spreads them eagerly. Seulgi gasps as your hardness touches her skin, hard, hot and...

"Y-You're big."

"Why do you think Yeji moans like she does?" Seulgi blushes, grabbing you with a hand and wondering if she could wrap her hand around you—just barely. You put your hand around hers, guiding your tip to her entrance. Seulgi squirms as you nudge her lips with your cockhead, resting it there and holding yourself back from just pushing in and taking her in one shot.

"You do it." Her hand drifts down your shaft, and holding on to your hilt, she pulls you in with a bit of help from your hips.

"Hnngh..." Seulgi has to force herself to relax as the pressure between her thighs grow—there's no way you're only three fingers wide! As she feeds your dick into her pussy she gradually releases her grip on you, one finger at a time lifted off your cock until her hand is free to grip your shoulder. You do the final bit for her, grunting as you're balls deep in Seulgi's pink velvet wrap.

"Fuck you're really really tight."

"I— Ah! Thank you!" Seulgi manages, moaning as you pull back and push forward with an experimental thrust. "Yeji!" Your raven-haired girlfriend has crawled on to the bed naked, hands cradling Seulgi's head in her lap.

"She really does look hot squirming like this." Yeji reaches for her unnie's tits, playing with them through tweaks and pinches. "Make her squirm more." You draw your hips back, and with your hands leaving red marks on Seulgi's thighs you thrust forward and pull her towards you, fully filling her in one hard thrust.

"Nngh oh god!" Seulgi cries, the lightning bolt of pleasure and thunder-like sting after splitting her mind in two, striking at her very core. She grips the sheets, her low moans expectant as you pull back, only to rise to a satisfying cry when when you slam back in, rocking her against Yeji's lap again and again. At some point Yeji's thighs open up, and Seulgi's head is on the bed, watching her junior's tight body loom over her, slithering down Serulgi's own form. A warm breath on her pussy makes her shudder—Yeji's breathing on her!

"Do you want to taste?" you ask Yeji, pulling back, allowing her to lick Seulgi's juices off your shaft.

"She tastes good." Yeji follows up by rubbing Seulgi's clit, making her squirm even more. Your thrusting slows down, allowing Yeji to get to work.

"Ah!" Seulgi bucks her hips, sending more pleasure through her when she feels Yeji's tongue and finger on her clit. Somehow Yeji knows just how far to push Seulgi to the edge before drawing back, giving her a brief respite for the storm that follows. Seulgi finds herself making the same sounds she heard Yeji make as you get back to pounding her at a brisk pace.

"Ngh ngh ngh hnnngh! Ack, oh g— mmm!" The pressure holding her pussy open is suddenly gone, and Seulgi's still in cloud nine as you clean your cock with Yeji's mouth, letting her suck Seulgi's cream and slick off you before you're plunging back into her now red velvet embrace. As her mouth hangs open a tang of salty sweetness hits her tongue—Yeji's openly dripping on to her, and in her current state Seulgi has no inhibitions at all.

"Ohhh!" Your girlfriend moans as her hips are pulled onto Seulgi's face aggressively, feeling the effects of her sunbae's tongue licking messily on her slit. You fuck Seulgi as Yeji plays with her clit, and then you're fucking Yeji's mouth as Seulgi plays with her pussy—an obscene sixty-nine plus one, filling the hole in each number. Seulgi's contracting around you haphazardly, and she's due an explosive orgasm. You press a hand to her mons, and Seulgi's throat tears in a scream as you pound her even harder, your cock pushing against her cervix, making her feel like you're straight up moving her womb around to your wishes. It's uncanny, uncomfortable, but supremely fulfilling—you're as deep as anyone can get inside her, and she's quite literally putty around your cock.

Seulgi grunts, and Yeji's surprised by the sudden squirt splashing against your hips, followed by the uncontrolled seepage of cream from her pussy as you fuck her through the orgasm, a ring of white around your shaft. Seulgi's groans and moans vibrate through Yeji, letting her feel Seulgi's orgasm directly.

"Shit, gonna cum!" you mutter as you look at Yeji's pleasured expression.

"Wait!" She quickly turns around, addressing her cockdrunk colleague. "Unnie, he can cum in you right?"

"Huh..." Seulgi simply blinks at her, not really processing Yeji's words.

"I want to see him cum in you, you want that too right?" Before Seulgi can answer though, she sees Yeji's head snap back, her eyes rolling into her head briefly, and then the same satisfied moan that haunted her since she heard it that first time.

No!

In your urgency you saw Yeji's slit flushed and spread right in front of you, and you simply grabbed her hair and came in the pussy you know you could always count on to take it. Already close from Seulgi's mouthwork Yeji cums with you, tugging and milking your load. You pull out after, letting Yeji collapse on to Seulgi.

"Now now, no need to pressure Seulgi into making a decision." Seulgi shudders as she feels your cum leak out of Yeji, thick and heavy and hot as soon as it drips out of her pussy and onto her own skin.

"No, I— I want it. Wanted it," Seulgi corrects herself, her mind still dazzled from her climax. Yeji whines briefly, and then it is Seulgi's turn to whine as two fingers are shoved into her.

"You can have some." The digits rotate in her, and Seulgi realizes that you're smearing your cum all over her walls manually.

"Fuck!"

"Give her a taste oppa..." Yeji sighs into Seulgi's neck, and her breath hitches as you plunge into her again to get more cum. Seulgi licks her lips unconsciously when you present your fingers to her face, and she sucks them clean obediently.

"Good?" she nods.

"Unnie, if you want the real thing, we have to get him hard again," Yeji whispers in her ear.

"How?"

"Follow my lead." 

Yeji calls out to you, and you're already half hard at the sight in front of you. Yeji's still on top of Seulgi, but two fingers spread her pussy lips, symmetric with Seulgi's spread lips below her. "Do you think you have another round in you? I think Seulgi unnie has something she wants to say."

"Dump your cum in me..." she says, her voice wavering a little. Her cheeks are burning, she's never said anything like that to anyone! She gasps as Yeji runs her fingers along her lips, spreading them further apart, exposing the distinct lack of thick cum on her walls. Yeji whispers more in her ear, and Seulgi follows through.

"Please fuck your two cumdumps and... use this one properly."

You can't say no to that. You start with Yeji, and she knows just how to squeeze you to get you fully hard again—this isn't the first, nor will it be the last time that she gets you going for a second round quickly. Coated with her slick and your own cum, you plunge into Seulgi, the unholy gooeyness on your shaft making her spine tingle. Then it's Yeji's slick, your cum, and Seulgi's slick, going back into Yeji's pussy. And then it's Yeji's slick, your cum, Seulgi's slick, and then a second layer of Yeji's slick, back into Seulgi's messy hole. And then—

"Fuck!" Seulgi pussy tightens around your cock as Yeji plays with her tits and kisses her neck.

Just use her, Yeji mouths silently, and you give her one more thrust in appreciation before focusing on Seulgi.

"Ahhh! Don't stop, please don't stop!" She's wailing now, silenced only by Yeji kissing her. It's a dual assault by you and your girlfriend—Yeji's lips on her neck and fingers on her tits, nips, and clit; your cock rubbing on her slick walls, her g-spot, and cervix. You bottom out and grind against her, leaking precum into her womb, and Seulgi's collapsing around your cock, nails digging into Yeji as she climaxes again. When you're close you signal to Yeji to get off, and you lean over Seulgi, enjoying the feel of her juicy thighs squeezing your sides, ankles locked around your hips.

"Gonna cum in you."

"Yes, fuck me—" You kiss her fiercely, but a stinging nip on your lip makes you pull back. "I didn't finish. Fuck me up." Having said her piece Seulgi gives in to your kiss, allowing you to fuck her top and bottom, your tongue thrashing and tangling with hers. Sweat pours from the both of you, soaking into the sheets as you pound her tight body into the creaking springs of the bed. You grab her short hair and tug, exposing her neck and leaving an angry hickey—Seulgi's so lost in it she doesn't even protest, her eyes beginning to roll back. You leave one more on her chest, and she's holding you there, letting you breathe her raw needy scent as she cries hoarsely, losing her voice as quickly as she's losing her mind.

*Crack*

A spring or two give up at just the right time, and you're pressing Seulgi into the bed as the tension in your body snaps, firing rope after rope of cum deep into her. Stuck beneath you she can only tremble violently as the sudden warmth in her becomes white hot pleasure up her spine, triggering her own orgasm. She squeezes everything around you, clenching your cock in time with your pulses, limbs trying to hold you close as she milks you.

"D-Don't move!" But you do, pushing the last of your cum into her and sloshing the rest, the connection between the two of you getting messier and stickier as her own mix of cream and slick leak out. Her legs finally unlock from around you, and you pull back to make way for Yeji.

"Your turn." Yeji takes her spot between Seulgi's legs and begins lapping up your combined fluids. "Taste good?"

"Delicious."

"Give Seulgi a taste." She does just that, gathering the creamy load in her mouth before kissing Seulgi—the older idol twitches as the salty liquid hits her tongue, but then she relaxes, kissing Yeji and letting the lewd mixture slide down her throat. 

"D-Delicious," Seulgi manages to gasp, still recovering from her climax. Yeji gets back to cleaning her, and she's thorough, licking and eating Seulgi up until Seulgi's thighs are shiny and quivering from overstimulation.

"Do you regret it?" you ask Seulgi, handing both of them a glass of water.

"No, I think. I... I'm gonna need a few days." She winces as she feels your mark on her neck.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have—"

"No, it's okay, I have makeup for it." After the debauchery Seulgi's beginning to blush, her inhibitions and sense of propriety returning. She just had sex with her idol junior and her boyfriend, what is she thinking! "I'll umm, go clean up in my room."

"Right. You can use the shower first if you want."

"That would be good, thanks." Seulgi gathers up her clothes slowly, wobbling on her feet. You cuddle with Yeji, listening to the shower running and giving Seulgi her privacy.

"Think we went overboard?" you mutter into her hair.

"I don't know, maybe? I don't think I've seen anyone cum that hard... It was hot." Yeji's still breathing a little heavy, and you realize she didn't quite get herself there while you finished with Seulgi.

"It was." You rub her slit slowly. "We should take a shower after she's done too."

"Yes please." When she hears Seulgi's room door close Yeji pulls you into the shower immediately, and with the water running on full blast you give her a thorough fingering, making her cum loudly and wetly until she's satisfied and squirming away from your hand.

"The shower was hotter," you say as you and Yeji cuddle, finally clean and ready for bed—you get the side with broken springs of course ("You made your bed, now sleep in it!").

"Tch, no need to placate me, watching the two of you was definitely the hottest part of the trip. Think she'll go for it again?"

"I don't know, she seemed rattled afterwards, I don't think she regrets it, but she also doesn't think it's a good idea?"

"We'll see, I'll try to speak to her, maybe before we go back to Korea."

Unfortunately, either intentionally or by work scheduling Seulgi avoids the both of you pretty much most of the last day or two of her trip, and the only words either of you manage to get in was a "Have a good flight!" as she leaves the night before you. You and Yeji return to Korea, and nothing happens for a while until Yeji's promotions overlap with Seulgi's—you're in Yeji's waiting room when Seulgi knocks on the door.

"Oh, is this Yeji's room? Oh, hi," Seulgi cheeks are a little red. "I was looking for her to do the dance challenge with."

"You just missed her, she'll be back soon."

"Okay, great. So are you her manager actually?" Seulgi asks after the short awkward silence.

"When she can talk her way into bringing me backstage, yes."

"I see." Seulgi fidgets for a bit, before taking a deep breath and making her decision. "Are you and Yeji free on the weekend?"

"I think so? After the music shows at least."

"Right, same here. So I just got a new mattress, and I live alone, I was wondering if you two could—"

"Oh, you need help moving it? Sure, I have a car, I can pick it up and bring it over if you need the help."

"Oh no no, there's no need for that, I—"

"Seulgi, we can come back later, there's someone else available to do the challenge right now!" Comes her manager's voice.

"Right, coming!" She spreads her arms. "It's good to see you."

"Umm yes, of course." Seulgi pulls you in close, as if giving you a friendly goodbye hug.

"I was hoping you two could help me break the old one."

A/N: As usual I'm late on the timing, Irene and Seulgi already due to come out lol. The AirBnB moniker was too good to miss out on, so I got around to it eventually! I also wrote a parallel piece called AirGnG, but it's just Yeji and Seulgi, and the smut dynamics are different, so give that a read too, thanks for reading!

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mtl to be into sharing with the members

Genre: Lovely lesbian smut

Name: Lee Chaeryeong

Name: Choi Jisu

Name: Hwang Yeji

Name: Shin Yuna

Name: Shin Ryujin

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exes and ohs 𐙚 c.yj

ʚ♡⃛ɞ his ex is getting married to his brother. he’s totally okay with it. he’s very happy for them. of course, he’s going to the wedding. and he definitely did not pay his next door neighbor five hundred dollars to be his plus one at their destination wedding.

written + smau • fluff + angst • fake dating • friends to lovers • neighbors to lovers starring choi yeonjun featuring soobin and beomgyu of tomorrow x together • yeji from itzy • chaewon from le sserafim • manon and daniela from katseye started on. april 5th 2025 status. completed

character profiles

one: you are cordially invited two: and that's a bad thing three: get a girlfriend four: alert the news and the media five: favors for friends six: bem-venido seven: fumbling eight: walk down memory lane nine: defeated ten: kiss and make up eleven: brothers twelve: dinner with friends thirteen: they got you too fourteen: you're drunk... fifteen: viola sixteen: bad kisser seventeen: eight flights of stairs eighteen: glad you’re here nineteen: something blue twenty: worth the wait

disclaimer: all representations of characters in this story are completely fictional. this is not a reflection of the real people that they are inspired by or even how i feel about them. it is simply for storytelling purposes.

reblogs n comments are appreciated :)

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LOCO

Male Reader x Shin Ryujin

Tags: Blowjob, Deepthroat, Ryujin getting facefucked real hard, Ryujin is down bad horrendously, Cock Worship

First time doing this. Hope you guys like it :D

“I want you to fuck me for the whole night."

was the first thing that came out from Ryujin's mouth as soon as she got inside your house. Well, considering how busy she gets these days, it is understandable for her to say something like that the moment she meets you, who happens to be the manager of ITZY. Surprisingly, no one seems to know the secret relationship between you and Ryujin. The whole world knows that both Ryujin and Chaeryeong are a couple but they didn't know that Ryujin's crave for dick is much bigger than any woman or gay in this world.

But here she is.

Inside your house.

On her knees.

Between your legs.

“Aaaaaahnnn....." Ryujin let out a moan of affirmation as she was able to fish out your cock out quite easily, which caused your arousal beginning to stir to life. Ryujin takes a long and loud sniff on your cock and you are damn sure that Ryujin loves the smell of your cock that made her shudder.

“You're such a slut for my cock, you know that right?" You sensed another spike in Ryujin's arousal and desire, as she begins to give the underside of your cock a long yet wet lick with her tongue. “You like being called slut, don't you?" You asked, receiving another moan of affirmation and that resulted in her face completely pressed into your cock - to be specific her forehead and nose literally press into the base of your cock with both of your hands at the back of her head.

Ryujin's eyes went backwards and let out yet another moan of affirmation that vibrated your already hardened cock as her mouth acts like a vacuum, sucking literally everything on your cock. You let yourself enjoy the tightness of her throat for a few more seconds before letting her go and it's safe to say that Ryujin didn't die from the sudden attack.

Ryujin slowly pulls her head back before making a pop noise when the head of your cock gets out from her warm and tight throat.

“Your cock tastes amazing... I just can't stop thinking about it... Fuck...." Ryujin is completely lost in her own arousal and desire now that she can't even find the words to speak what she had inside her mind. She lowers her head and starts licking your balls as if they were lollipops, moving her tongue slowly from side to side, savouring the musky taste around your nutsack. “I wish Chaeryeong could see what I'm seeing right now. Does she know that her so-called handsome girlfriend is obsessed with cock?"

Ryujin doesn't respond, completely controlled by her own lust and desire as she slowly kisses her way up along the length of your cock while muttering, “I love your cock" “cock is the best" “this cock is mine" She can't stop kissing it until she makes eye contact with you. You're not an optician, but you know what her eyes were saying.

Ryujin's mouth opened widely immediately and both of your hands were already at the back of her head, ready to land an impact inside the warm cavern that was waiting for you.

With a small amount of force, you shoves yourself fully into Ryujin's mouth. She can feel the tip of your cock at the back of her throat, cutting off air and she was grunting and gagging when her face completely smashed against your pelvis. “Fuck! That's it! Take it all, you damn slut!" You growled in arousal as thick rivulets of drool started oozing from the corners of her mouth and Ryujin didn't show any attempt to pull her face away, even placing her hands on any parts of your body. A bubble of snot even burst out from her right nostrils, and to make it even more nasty, the makeup that she had on her face for her schedule today was trailing down her cheeks as her eyes began to water. You keep her head pushed down just long enough for her to begin to swim from lack of oxygen before finally pulling her head away from your cock. Ryujin gasps for air and looks up at you, tears running down her face and your glistening cock is still connected to her mouth by heavy strings of saliva.

After a long moment of so-called freedom, you shoves your entire cock back into her mouth, starting to move your hips against her mouth, pumping your cock through her warm, tight, and wet throat. Another bubble of snot comes out from the same nostril, and a smaller one comes from the other. Her eyes bulge a little and she can feel you throbbing inside her throat, with dropping eyelids, she tries to lick the underside of your cock with her tongue, enjoying the texture and the sensations of your veins. “Suck it, you little bitch!" You growled aggressively, ploughing Ryujin's mouth relentlessly, hammering it to the hilt with every thrust and her mouth keeps salivating, covering her chin and dripping down your balls.

You looked down and good lord, Ryujin looks so fucking addicted with your cock right now. You don't know if she is even conscious right now but her expression makes you grinning with arousal and desire, increasing both your pace and the level of force, you aren't going anywhere as hard as you could but you are getting close to going as hard as you could without hurting Ryujin.

She's losing air, and Ryujin doesn't seem to have the desire to stop you at all. Her lungs are already burning again but she doesn't want this stop until you coat her throat with your first load of the night.

You kept slamming her face against your crotch. Ryujin can feel your trembling fingers against her skull, telling her that you're pretty darn close to your climax. “Fuck! I love fucking your throat so much!" You moan and Ryujin feels your cock twitch inside her throat just before you pull her head slightly backwards and push it down onto your crotch as hard as possible before spilling yourself down her throat. Your movements become jerky, you were groaning and hissing through clenched teeth, and your hands and legs clamped around her head to keep her still. “Drink it! Ryujin! All of it, your dirty slut!" and Ryujin didn't waste a single drop, listening to you moan as you uses her throat to milk yourself of every last drop.

Once you are done, you held Ryujin there for a while longer while still panting. After a moment, Ryujin most of your cock out of her mouth, leaving only the tip in her mouth. Ryujin gasped for air, cheeks red with a bright blush as she looked up at you, licking her lips and rolling her tongue around your cock in the process.

“How about a few more rounds with that warm and tight throat of yours before I fill that needy pussy of yours huh?" You say and she blinks a few times, trying to understand if she really heard what you were just saying.

“YES, MASTER...."