#lesserafim stuff

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LE SSERAFIM 'Chasing Lightning'

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(⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠ ִ ۫ ⭒ my love is

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[hwaflms]

round & round! ★ [ l.dh ]

{💭} hyuck : i suggested playing spin the bottle because i wanted to kiss you, but now everyone’s kissing you except me :/

[☆] pairing. haechan x reader, slight jaemin x reader ft. 00’ line, chaewon of lesserafim and sieun of stayc

[☆] genre. smut + fluff | stoner!nct, pwp bc it’s me

[☆] wc. 6.1k

[☆] warnings. explicit content (mdni), weed/marijuana use, lots of making out, slight choking, dirty talk, fingering, sexual stuff in a semi-public place, use of the word ‘slut’, very slight degradation, not very proofread, pretty tame tbh

[☆] notes. my first time writing again in like??? two years???? istg i didn’t mean to abandon this acc 😞 pls be nice i haven’t written in a while and this is not my most favourite work but i’m warming up for more stuff in da future i just wanted to post a lil self-indulgent smth abt hyuck bc bf☝️ idk how active i’ll be because of uni and other things but i missed u guys!!! any feedback is appreciated enjoy :p

even through the clouds of smoke engulfing the little living room of jeno and jaemin’s shared flat, your hooded eyes still met.

today was an important day amongst your friend group; it was chaewon’s first time smoking up with everyone. your friends weren’t really the type to pressure anyone into doing anything they weren’t sure about, but considering the astounding majority who enjoyed smoking some variation of weed, group sessions were a frequent occurrence. you either joined in or didn’t, chaewon being the latter until she decided of her own accord that she was going to try it with the people she trusted.

you sesh with jeno most often, seeing as he was the one who introduced you to weed and taught you everything you know about it. after weeks of listening to you complain about sleepless nights, jeno suggested you try smoking a joint before you go to bed, especially since it was starting to affect your attendance. (“i can’t keep attending these zoology classes without you, y/n. every time something stupid happens, i laugh and make a joke out loud because i forget you aren’t there, and now i’m pretty sure people think i’m either insane or just really fucking lonely”.)

now, smoking up has been a pretty regular occurrence, especially since jeno introduced you to a bunch of his friends and vice versa, all of you making up one big, happy group of stoners. chaewon and sieun were your friends who got along with everyone else just fine, and though they didn’t hang out with the others as much as you did, they were still welcome whenever.

presently, you are leaning back against the couch, all the way on the end, because jaemin is sprawled out alongside you, opting to rest his legs on your lap. haechan makes a joke that you don’t understand, but you laugh anyway along with everyone else, except renjun who covers up his laugh with cough.

“you can never let me have it, huh?”, hyuck scoffs, narrowing his eyes at renjun who’s mouth forms a thin line. “i know for a fact you find me funny.”

you hear that he makes a remark back at haechan but what he says doesn’t register in your head, everything sounding far away. remembering the special occasion, you turn to face chaewon and sieun, who are giggling away on the floor about something between the two of them. you don’t know what they said but you smile anyway. she clearly seemed like she was having a good trip, and so was everyone else.

swallowing nothing, you realise how dry your throat feels, and with that realisation came this undeniable desire for some form of liquid. “jen,”, you tilt your head back and call out to the boy who was already rolling another joint on the table behind you. “did you end up buying more coke?”

“check the fridge”, he mumbles without looking at you, tongue poking his cheek out of concentration as he focuses on what he was doing. with a groan, you heave jaemin’s legs off your lap, muttering a couple ‘sorry’s when he starts to complain about the change in position.

you all but float to the kitchen, heading straight for the fridge and spotting the fresh cans of coke placed neatly in the overcrowded appliance. the first gulp feels like heaven against your parched throat, taking a few more while standing there.

“you gonna share or no?”, a voice startles you, turning to find haechan’s figure looming right behind you with a dopey smile on his face.

“god, we need to get you a bell or something. i never hear you coming”, you roll your eyes before grabbing two glasses from the cabinet. you’re disappointed to see that there was no ice in their freezer, but you pour the drink into the glass anyway.

“why are you pouring it into a glass?”, haechan furrows his eyebrows, looking pointedly between the glass and the literal can in your hand. “now we have to wash two glasses when we could’ve just drank it from the can.”

he’s right, of course, but you’re not gonna tell him that. instead, you pretend that you were planning on adding some lemon juice to the drink because you saw it on instagram. while you figure he doesn’t believe you, he humours you anyway and tries your little concoction, which ends up being pretty damn good.

out of all of jeno’s friends, haechan definitely stood out to you. you didn’t really understand why, you were just drawn to him, even way back before you met him, when jeno used to tell you about his friends. “loud and annoying” were the words he used to describe him, but the smile that appeared on his face anyway let you know that he was someone special to jeno. this was not to say his other friends weren’t special, you got along incredibly well with all of them, meshing right in with their group.

as of right on cue, jaemin’s voice loudly sounds out from the living room, “are you guys fucking in there or what?”.

sighing, you pick up your glass and begin to walk out of the kitchen, but not before purposely knocking haechan’s shoulder when you walk past him, hearing him snort before following you out as you exit the room. perhaps if you had lingered in the kitchen for a couple seconds longer, you would’ve heard haechan muttering something along the lines of “i wish” under his breath.

“jeez, took you long enough, can i have some of that?”, renjun drawls, lifting himself off the armchair with a smile, to which you roll your eyes but pass him your glass anyway. you sit down on the floor opposite the couch and he looks as if he is about to compliment your drink-making skills before haechan cuts him off.

“dude, chaewon and sieun look like they’re about to fall asleep, let’s do something”, he half yawns out, opting to stroll over to your spot on the floor and sinking down next to you.

“not…sleepy…”, chaewon murmurs, but her voice is muffled because her cheek is pressed against sieun’s shoulder, both of them sprawled out on the floor like it was a comfortable bed.

“sure you aren’t…”, jeno chides with a smile, getting up from the table to walk over to where all of you were situated. he twirls his newly rolled joint between his fingers, finally holding it out in his palm as if it were some magical gadget, and if you were being fully honest, you were sold. “round 2? or 3, I can’t really remember…”

some words of agreement were muttered across the room, chaewon and sieun even groggily getting up from what looked like a very comfortable napping spot. another rotation began, and you made sure to blow out your smoke directly into an unsuspecting haechan’s face when it was your turn.

“let’s play a game or something”, jaemin suggests, taking a long puff and passing it to jeno who sat beside him, and soon the room was hazy once again, the smell of weed infiltrating your nostrils.

“like what?”, chaewon coughs weakly in between her hit and renjun pats her back before he hands her your coke that you hadn’t received back after you gave it to him. so long for that.

“monopoly?”, jeno offers with a shrug and haechan lets out an obnoxious snore as a reply, making you laugh but you cover it up with a cough when you meet jeno’s playfully narrowed eyes. “okay then, big guy, what’s your incredible idea?”

haechan appears to actually think about it for a moment, looking around the room for some sort of inspiration maybe, until his eyes land on you.

“okay jaemin, get that empty wine bottle from last week, we’re playing spin the bottle”, he is grinning from ear to ear, wiggling his eyebrows even though all his suggestion receives is a bunch of groans and sighs.

your eyebrows are raised however, and you try not to let your reaction show too much on your face. spin the bottle? you hadn’t played that since you were maybe fourteen, but that was the least of your concerns at the moment. haechan wanted to play spin the bottle? who was he hoping to kiss? or was it just a whimsical little suggestion that was more of a joke?

it didn’t fully seem like he meant it as a joke, judging by his expression as he awaited some actual responses from the group. “what are we, fourteen?”, renjun might as well have read your mind, but he soon joins you and haechan on the floor, the others following suit. jaemin presents the empty bottle and places it in the middle of the little circle you have formed, everyone seeming slightly more keen as the joint runs out.

maybe it was the thc talking, but it didn’t really seem like a bad idea to you anymore. you were all single, attractive and close enough that it wouldn’t make things weird, and most importantly, you wouldn’t mind getting more familiar with haechan’s lips.

you shocked your own self with the sudden lewd thoughts in your head about the male sitting next to you, squirming in your position slightly. he turns his head towards you like he could hear your thoughts (“shut up, y/n, he can’t hear your thoughts…right?”) and you swear his eyes soften a bit. “are you sure you wanna play?”, he asks softly, mistaking your tenseness for discomfort, but you shake your head a little too quickly for your liking.

“no, no, let’s play, it’s not like we have anything better to do, right?”, you feign indifference and after everyone else agrees, the bottle is spun for the first time by haechan.

much to renjun’s dismay, it lands on him, and it’s almost comical the way he looks at the bottle pointing at him before slowly looking up at haechan. “renjunnie, let me kiss you”, haechan whines in a high pitched tone while drawing out the “you”, puckering his lips expectantly. the next three minutes consist of renjun listing every single person he would rather kiss than haechan, and you’d have half the mind to volunteer yourself if you weren’t clutching at your sides laughing at the whole exchange, slapping at both jeno and sieun who tried and failed to dodge your waving hands.

renjun finally relents when chaewon suggests he lets him kiss his cheek instead, but haechan is no quitter so he makes sure that he plants the loudest, most wet kiss on his face before sighing in victory when he sits back down. renjun is not the most happy with this, and he tells jaemin to take his turn instead while he rushes off to the bathroom to wash his face. hyuck looks indignant, calling out behind renjun, asking if he wants another one.

taking the turn instead of renjun, jaemin spins the bottle harshly, and it spins and spins and spins for what seemed like an eternity. your eyes are so focused on the way the bottle looks as it spins that you don’t even notice that it has stopped, until jeno nudges you with his shoulder. it’s neck is pointed directly at you, and you finally look up from your trance at jaemin, who wears an undeniable smirk on his face.

while you didn’t exactly see him that way, there was absolutely no denying that jaemin was a very attractive man, and he was no different presently, the sleeves of his hoodie rolled up as he propped himself up with his arms, looking at you expectantly.

you don’t want to look at haechan right now, because you can see out of the corner of your eye that his face is looking straight forward, not at you or jaemin, just forward. you wonder what is going through his head, but your thoughts are cut short when jaemin scoots closer to you in the circle.

“are you okay with this?”

and when you think about, you are. “yeah, i mean it’s just a game”, you reply, not wanting to ruin the fun or raise any suspicions, to which jaemin agrees and inclines his head towards you.

he kisses you, more fully than you were expecting, but you had no complaints really as you kissed him back, titling your head in the opposite direction to slip your lips over his. you wonder if your lips were as dry as they felt, and in the back of your mind it registers that your friends are watching you kiss your other friend because they hoot and giggle, but you can’t really bring yourself to care.

jaemin’s lips taste sweet and he smells sweet, his touch soft as he brings a hand up to your cheek, gently holding it while he continues kissing you. it probably wasn’t as long as it felt, but jaemin finally pulls away, the remnants of his sweet chapstick lingering on your lips. you are aware of how hot your face feels when you pull away and return to your spot, tucking your hair behind your ears.

“dude, what chapstick do you use?”, you ask after clearing your throat, and jaemin rummages in his pant pocket for a moment before whipping out a cute pink tube, holding it out in front of him. “strawberry dream, baby”, he winks, reapplying it on his lips. “never go anywhere without it.”

renjun returns after god knows how long, stating that he had to re-do his skin care routine because haechan had completely thrown off his skin’s ph balance, and is saddened to hear that he missed witnessing you and jaemin.

the game continues in a steadfast manner for the next couple of rounds thanks to haechan insisting we play one more round, though it doesn’t exactly go in the manner you were hoping for. the group is practically in tears after watching jeno and jaemin share an awkward kiss, chaewon arguing that they can’t claim “no homo” because it was the most homo thing she’d seen in a while, and that was saying a lot because she was, in fact, gay.

you have now kissed sieun, jaemin once again and an especially endearing renjun, who’s cheeks and tips of his ears are painted a bright red after you plant a full peck on his waiting lips. haechan grumbles something about renjun not having kissed anyone besides his mom to explain his reaction, but jeno is quick to cut renjun off before another argument ensues.

“i don’t know about you guys, but i think that’s enough exchanging of saliva for one day”, he all but sighs, lying down on the floor dramatically. while you do agree, you’re disheartened, because not once has the bottle landed on you when spun by haechan, or the other way around. it feels like the universe is fucking with you, because really how many times can you spin a bottle between a group of seven people and not have it land on the one person you want to kiss even once.

haechan looks like he wants to say something, but appears to decide against it in the end, stretching and standing up. it is then mutually agreed by everyone that it was time to watch a movie.

“super bad?”, jaemin proposes, and even though most people had already watched the movie, no one argues against it and jeno starts setting up the movie on their big screen tv.

settling into the couch, you glance over at haechan and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t feeling a tad bit disappointed. this whole spin the bottle thing makes you wonder about all the other times where you could have had an opportunity to make a move on the brown-haired boy.

you’d gone on long drives together, gone partying, even drank with just each other a couple of times. the closest the two of you had ever come to crossing that line was while you where dancing at a party and his arms were looped around your waist from behind, slowly swaying to the beat. you’d danced with him tons of times before that but you recall thinking the air was a little different than normal, more heated, but you also recall mistaking renjun for your professor, so you didn’t trust yourself. the moment came and went, and neither of you ever had the balls to address it, and now it had been way too long since to bring it up.

“this seat taken?”, haechan snaps you out of your bitter thoughts, jerking his head towards the spot on the couch next to you. you clear your throat and shake your head, scooting over slightly so he could sink down next to you. “what’s up, y/n, you look a little…not present. you still high?”

it’s funny because your mind certainly wasn’t present, it was in the gutter, but you choose to blame the weed. “yeah, i’m still high”, you answered truthfully, and so was he, his red, hooded eyes a dead giveaway.

“okay, perfect, i wanted to show you this stupid tiktok i saw”, he’s pulling his phone out of his pocket and leaning closer to you to show you some video of a cat, or maybe a dog, you weren’t paying attention. he laughs at whatever the animal did, the corner of his eyes crinkling as he does so, and you observe him instead of watching. when he doesn’t hear you laugh, he peeks over at you but you’re quick to turn your head back to his phone, letting out a very late giggle at the video.

if he did catch you, he doesn’t mention it, continuing to scroll and show you more videos. jeno finally gets the movie set up and turns off the lights, taking up the final seat left on the couch. the movie begins, and everyone falls into a comfortable silence bar hyuck, who makes the occasional comment that earns him a snort from you each time.

at some point during the movie, haechan stretches his arms out behind him, placing his arm on the head of the couch directly behind you. glancing at him quickly, you can’t tell whether the action was purposeful or not, because if it was, he was doing a very good job of looking nonchalant. you try your best to ignore it, but his hand is resting directly above your shoulder, inches away from touching you- but it never does.

you had never noticed what nice hands haechan had before. long and slender, nails clipped short and clean, his middle, ring and index finger adorned with various silver rings. you note that he wears three rings on his left hand, but none on his right. his right hand sits on top of one of his thighs, two of his fingers drumming against it following some rhythm going on in his head. his fingers are long, and the only thing you can think about is just how nice they would feel inside–

no, no, no, stop it, since when are you this horny?

you realise stressing out about how horny you are all of a sudden is just going to lead to a bad trip and you don’t want that, and you want to clear your head. even though you’re feeling a different kind of thirsty, you figure a distraction for a couple minutes would be helpful, so you excuse yourself to go get some water, jumping up from the couch and walking towards the kitchen. unbeknownst to you, haechan’s watchful eyes follow your figure as you exit the room.

finally away and in the kitchen, you fill up a glass and lean over the sink, closing your eyes to collect yourself. you can finish the movie without driving yourself crazy over haechan, right? tonight is no different than any other hangout and you don’t want to weird haechan out with your unnecessary staring and poorly concealed thirsting. you just need to stop thinking about his stupid hands, his stupid thighs, his stupid hair and his stupid kissable lips. “kissable? lock in, y/n, lock in…”

“who are you talking to?”

you wince but don’t turn around, eyes screwed shut tightly. you’ve been gone for a couple minutes and you don’t know when he left the room, but you put down the glass and turn to face him.

“what’s got you so jumpy?”, he questions, leaning against the counter. his arms are folded and his gaze is piercing, face tilted slightly to the left as he observes you. this is the second time he’s startled you in the kitchen today and also happens to be the very reason you’ve been so jumpy.

“nothing, i just…god, you need to starting announcing your entry into a room, dude…”

he furrows his eyebrows but lets out a chuckle anyway, slowly sauntering over to where you stood. eyes never leaving yours, he now stands directly in front of you, caging you in between the sink and his body. the closer proximity and dim lighting isn’t helping your case in the slightest, feeling all hot and bothered as if there was a sudden change in temperature. “what’s happening? you’re usually never like this, we’ve smoked up together so many times. are you having a bad trip?”

you understand why he might think that, what with your jerky movements, dazed staring and just overall disconnected demeanour. while you were wound up a little tighter than usual, you weren’t having a bad trip, your mind was just very slightly preoccupied. “no, hyuck, i’m fine, i just…needed some water”, it’s a half-lie you tell, choosing to not tell him the full truth for the sake of your own pride.

“you just seem…off”, he seems to pick his words carefully, eyes roaming over the expanse of your face. “no, i just…”, you trail off to try and find the words to explain this situation away, but he’s just looking at you so intensely. it’s so silent in the room and the air feels all too still, and you swear you’re trying to speak coherently but haechan switches his weight to his other leg, wetting his lips with his tongue while he awaits an answer and you just freeze. “i…”

“‘i’ what? see? you’re doing it again”, he starts, running a hand through his hair, and the muted light that leaks in through the window illuminates only one half of his face, but you can see him so clearly that even the way his pretty eyelashes brush against his cheek when he blinks doesn’t go unnoticed by you. you’re subconsciously chewing on your bottom lip, feeling a little like a deer caught in headlights. “you have this look in your eye. like you wanna…”

“…what?”

everything is still and unmoving, until your eyes zero in on haechan’s hand as he raises it, slowly bringing it to graze his fingers over your cheek. his touch leaves a burning hot trail on your skin and using his thumb, he releases your bottom lip from under your teeth, hand lingering cautiously for a fleeting moment before he drops it.

“like what, haechan?”, you repeat yourself, urging him to just say whatever it is he has to say, getting tired of this back and forth. you could sell a kidney just to see what was going on in his mind right now, because he looks torn between speaking his mind and just staying silent.

“like you want to kiss me.”

a few beats of complete and utter silence pass, not even hearing the dull sound of the television in the living room anymore over the thudding of your heart in your ears. haechan takes a small and tentative step towards your frozen figure, gripping the counter you’re using to lean against with his right hand, effectively trapping you in your place. now you really are a deer caught in headlights, because he’s spoken what you’ve been thinking about for the past couple hours into existence and he is absolutely correct.

“am i wrong, pretty?”

judging by your sharp intake of breath and open-mouthed expression, you’d have to be a fool to think otherwise. he looks as if he’s waiting for you to answer him regardless, giving you a chance to get out of this, but your voice is no longer functioning, and it takes all the strength in your body to shake your head ‘no’.

his eyes flicker between your eyes and your lips, tongue peeking out to lick his lips again. “i suggested playing spin the bottle because i wanted to kiss you”, his voice is strained as he admits this, quiet and careful like he’s holding back while his eyes are trained on yours like he’s daring you to break eye contact. you don’t. “but then everyone else was kissing you but me.”

normally you would giggle at his little frown, but all you can muster up is a whisper of his name, finally breaking his all-consuming eye contact in favour of looking at his lips again. you don’t know who moves first, but the next thing you know is your lips are pressed together in a fierce kiss, your hands tangled in his soft, brown locks while he grip your waist and pull you into him.

he kisses you like a man starved and you do the same with equal fervour, not even being able to process that your little daydream is coming true. his hand comes up to caress your cheek, soon moving down your neck after stroking your face softly, using it to tilt your head for you. the position of his hand is very purposeful because his thumb presses into your throat ever so slightly, but his grip is still tight enough that you couldn’t break the kiss (not that you wanted to, anyway). the other hand snakes around your waist and pulls you impossibly closer, pressing his hips into yours.

you’re positively drunk off the feeling of haechan’s lips molding over yours and you think you might just ascend when he tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth, using the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. body on fire, you mewl against his lips, swirling your own tongue around his while he slowly but surely bucks his hips into yours.

no wards are spoken while your hands thread through his hair, pulling on it and letting out a sound of surprise into his mouth when his hand trails down to your ass and grips it harshly. he finally releases you from the searing kiss, but he doesn’t let you catch your breath, instead spinning you around in his hold so that his front presses tightly into your back, hands slipping around your waist from behind. this feels like a déjà vu kind of moment because you are reminded of the time when you both were dancing in this exact position, except this time you were getting exactly what you wanted.

“you know how bad i wanted this?”, his voice echoes your thoughts and breaks the silence, hands running up and down your front in a teasing manner. lifting your shirt up slightly, he trails his fingers over the exposed skin of your torso and the action makes you squirm in his hold a little, and much to your surprise, he groans lewdly against your ear. “fuck, i’ve been thinking of this for so long. kissing you, having my hands all over you…”

you get the sense he’s talking more to himself than you, but you revel in it nonetheless. his hand grips your jaw and squishes your cheeks together so your lips form a pout, forcing it to the side where he plants one, two, three kisses to your puckered mouth. his other hand slips further up your shirt where he brazenly cups your boob through your bra, fondling one of them while his tongue peeks out to flick at your bottom lip.

you’re putty in his arms, all gasps and squirms and whispered ‘haechan’s. “what, baby?”, he mumbles into your cheek, the hand gripping your jaw letting go in order to slink down to your hip where it lingers for a moment. “what do you want?”

your lack of answer doesn’t bode well with him, earning you a tight squeeze to your hip as a kind of warning. “need you to touch me”, you whisper out defeatedly, and you feel haechan laugh mockingly against your face.

“yeah? need me to touch you?”, he mimics your voice while tutting, letting his hand slip further down to where you needed him the most, but not letting you have it just yet. “think you can be a good girl and keep quiet for me? we don’t need everyone outside hearing what a little slut you’re being in here.”

everyone outside. the fact that you were just a room away from all your friends who were sat watching a fun little movie together had completely slipped your mind, but if you were being honest, you couldn’t find it in you to give a shit. everything about your current disposition was so dirty. one hand under your shirt, the other about two seconds away from fingering you right in the middle of your friends’ kitchen, while said friends were sat outside, unaware of the goings-on under their own roof.

though you didn’t think actually getting caught in this position would be the most pleasant experience, the idea of it dampened your panties and caused you to whine out loud, tilting your head back against haechan’s shoulder. you receive an immediate hand clamped over your mouth in return, haechan tutting in your ear condescendingly. “looks like the little slut can’t follow a simple request.”

even though he reprimands you, his hands begin fumbling with the button of your jeans anyway, undoing it and pulling the zipper down. one hand comes up to wrap around your front and rests on your shoulder, holding you in place, and the other he sticks down your pants and cups your heat but makes no effort to move, chuckling when you try to move yourself against it. his crotch ruts against the swell of your ass and for you, any friction is better than no friction at the moment. with one hand gipping the arm around your shoulder, you slip the other behind you to palm at his hard cock over his pants, making him let out a sound of approval.

“please, hyuck”, you shake your face free of his hand and turn to look him in the eye, and he grips your throat and presses a chaste kiss to your lips.

he seems to accept your plea, finally moving his hand against you and you breathe a sigh of relief, lost in the feeling of his fingers rubbing circles on your clit over your wet underwear. he’s quick to slip his hand inside your panties, cold fingers pressed directly on to your bare pussy, spreading your wetness all over you. when he ultimately slips a finger into your tight, waiting core, you moan but it’s cut short when he slaps his hand over your mouth again. “keep. quiet.”

if someone were to walk in, the two of you would be a sight to see. you writhing in his tight hold while his hand is stuffed in your pants, two fingers pistoning in and out of you at a fast pace as his forehead is pressed against the side of your face, releasing short breaths. you look positively fucked out, and you’re both in a state of complete bliss as you grind against each other in a timely rhythm.

“my pretty girl. if i had known you wanted this too, i would’ve just grabbed you and kissed you like i wanted, in front of everyone.”

his voice is honey-like and sultry, and his fingers are nothing short of heavenly. they pump in and out of you, and he still manages to use his thumb to toy with your clit in this position, leaving you breathless and on the edge. “can’t believe jaemin and renjun got to kiss you before me.”

you’re so wet that your cunt makes downright sinful noises as he fingers you and you’re hoping that it isn’t really as loud as it seems. “you’re so wet, angel. so this is what had you all jumpy today”, he laughs like he’s stating the obvious, and you’d have half the mind to feel shy if his ministrations didn’t feel so fucking good right now.

you’re aware that you’re close and so is he because you’re clenching around his fingers, so he quickens his pace both inside you and against your clit. “you gonna cum for me, baby? right here, in the middle of kitchen, while everyone’s outside?”, he purrs against your face and you grip the part of his arm that isn’t shoved in your pants, digging your nails into his skin in a way that’s sure to leave a mark. his words make you feel dirty in the best way, not even knowing you could feel this turned on.

he peppers kisses along your jaw and neck, sucking here and there, and through the pale moonlight bleeding into the room from the window, the red blemishes that begin to bloom on your skin are visible to hyuck, and he seems pleased with his artwork. “that’s it, sweetheart, let go for me.”

your moans are muffled against his palm when you finally come, the orgasm ripping through you so strongly that you go limp in his hands, legs almost buckling at the sensation. with the added boost of the weed you smoked earlier, your orgasm is immense, feeling it pulse through your body until it’s too much, whining and wriggling in haechan’s firm hold. he holds you still and helps you ride out your high, whispering utterances of “that’s right, baby” and “my good girl” into your ear while you throw your head back and try to regulate your breathing.

in a moment, his hand slips out of your pants, turning you back around so you’re now facing him, grinning down at you from ear to ear as if you both hadn’t just defiled jaemin and jeno’s kitchen. “you feeling okay?”, he mumbles, tucking your hair behind your ear with the hand that wasn’t soaked, pressing a number of kisses all over your face as you nod and giggled, trying to evade his attack. he lets you go just to wash his hands, and it’s when he dries his wet hands on the material of his pants that you notice his raging boner, immediately feeling bad.

“wait hyuck, let me–“

as if he’s reading your mind once again, he shakes his head and takes both of your hands into his, wrapping them around his own waist while pulling you into him. “we can save that for another time, pretty”, he insists, his expression turning shy when he realises the implications behind his words. “that is, i-if you want another time, of course–“

it’s your turn to cut him off this time, but you do so by leaning up and connecting your lips again, bring a hand up to stroke his cheek. “of course i want another time, hyuck. i want this. i want you.”

your assurances do good to bring a smile to his pretty face, taking ahold of the hand on his cheek and pressing his lips to your skin gently, lovingly. “so, so, perfect.”

taking note of the prolonged amount of time the two of you had been gone, you skulk back into the living, but this time, hand in hand.

the scene you’re greeted with is a surprising one, because you find every single one of your friends to be sound asleep, much to your amusement and hyuck’s dismay. “so you’re telling me i could’ve been hearing you moan the whole time and none of these idiots would have even known?”, he is appalled, a hand coming up to rub at his face out of frustration. “i did all that for nothing?”

“i wouldn’t say for nothing”, you reveal, biting your lip and smiling up at the boy shyly. “i might have woken them up.”

“oh yeah, well now you’re going to”, and with that, he’s dragging you back to the kitchen while you giggle, nearly tripping over your own feet before he all but scoops you up in his arms, muttering to himself about having left something in the kitchen that needed urgent fetching.

[blissfulflw]

I lowkey wanna see the members (LESSERAFIM) pranking Chaewon by taking Y/N away from her the whole day 😂

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Pairing- Kim Chaewon x fem reader

Genre- fluff

Word count- 4629

A/N: Omg anon I love this idea, also I’m sorry this took so long. It was hard to wrack up some ideas since I wrote them all for this fic already 😭😭

Part 1 - Part 2

Practices - Dorms - Interviews - Awards

You blinked twice, holding your coffee cup a little too tightly as Yunjin grinned at you from across the practice room.

“Hey, come with us,” she said, voice bright and impossible to say no to.

You raised an eyebrow. “Us?”

Before you could get more details, Sakura and Eunchae appeared behind her, each with a handful of snacks and a mischievous sparkle in their eyes.

“Kazuha’s waiting downstairs!” Eunchae added. “We have… plans.”

Plans? You didn’t exactly feel like moving. You liked the quiet corners and the routine of rehearsals. But their smiles were warm, inviting… and honestly a little confusing.

“Are you sure Chaewon’s okay with this?” you asked quietly.

“Chaewon’s busy with the company stuff,” Yunjin said, tugging your sleeve lightly. “We’re just gonna hang out. You’ve been working so hard—you need a break.”

You hesitated, but the way they looked at you—hopeful, playful—made your shoulders relax just a bit.

“Okay,” you said softly. “I guess…”

And just like that, you were pulled away.

_____

The day stretched out strange and wonderful.

They took you to a café you’d never noticed before, filled with pastel cushions and soft music.

“Order whatever you want,” Sakura said cheerfully.

You bit your lip, scanning the menu like it was in a foreign language. Yunjin nudged you.

“You don’t have to be so serious all the time.”

“I’m not serious,” you whispered, voice barely audible.

Eunchae laughed. “Yeah, you totally are. But it’s cute.”

You flushed. “I’m not…”

“You totally are,” Kazuha teased, snapping a quick photo of your reddening cheeks.

You tried to hide behind your cup, but they kept laughing and teasing, light and full of affection.

For once, you let yourself just be small and unsure.

You looked around, realizing how much you trusted them—how safe it felt not to be the cold, distant girl.

“Where’s Chaewon?” you finally asked, voice hesitant.

They exchanged a glance.

“Don’t worry, she’s fine,” Sakura said. “We’ll bring you back soon.”

You nodded, though a quiet part of you wondered if she was missing you as much as you missed her.

“Where are we going?” you asked again, tugging slightly at your arm, though not really resisting.

Sakura just winked. “Secret.”

Yunjin was already a few steps ahead, walking backward with a mischievous grin. “You’ll love it. Trust us.”

You glanced once more over your shoulder. The hallway behind you was empty now. Chaewon was gone.

Somehow, that tugged a little.

Ten minutes later, you were tucked into a cozy booth in a quiet boutique bakery on the other side of the building. One of those off-the-radar places that smelled like butter, sugar, and nostalgia.

Eunchae and Kazuha were already waiting, waving when you walked in like it was all perfectly rehearsed.

“Did you know about this?” you asked Kazuha, sliding into the seat beside her.

She gave a half-shrug. “Maybe.”

You narrowed your eyes, but it was hard to stay annoyed when Eunchae set a mini box of pastel macarons in front of you like a peace offering. “For the baby,” she announced proudly.

“The—what?” you blinked.

Yunjin grinned. “That’s what we’ve decided. When you’re not cold and intimidating, you’re just…” She paused, eyes twinkling. “Tiny. Flustered. Like a baby bunny that doesn’t know how to deal with attention.”

You flushed immediately. “I’m not—”

“You are,” Sakura confirmed, already cutting into a tart.

Kazuha nodded, offering you a fork. “You make these little faces when you’re confused. It’s kind of adorable.”

You stared at them, heart fluttering somewhere between panic and warmth.

They weren’t mocking you. If anything… they were enjoying this side of you. The side that only existed when you weren’t performing. When you weren’t hiding.

The real you.

Quiet. Unsure. Still learning how to let people in.

“…You guys are weird,” you mumbled, voice barely audible.

Yunjin leaned across the table and flicked your forehead gently. “And you like us anyway.”

_____

Meanwhile, back at the practice room…

Chaewon sat on the floor, water bottle untouched beside her. The room felt too big. Too empty.

You were supposed to come inside. She saw you, just for a second. The way you stood there, distracted and soft, your fingers curled around your phone, lips parted slightly like you were about to speak—

And then they took you.

Again.

She pressed her lips together, trying not to scowl. The girls were being playful, maybe even well-meaning. But that didn’t stop the tightness in her chest every time she reached for you and someone else got there first.

Especially now.

Now that she’d seen what you looked like when you weren’t performing. When your guard was down.

She wanted to see it again.

Wanted it to be hers.

_____

You weren’t sure when it started feeling weird.

Maybe it was after Yunjin had stolen your phone for the third time that day under the guise of “getting a cute candid.” Or maybe when Sakura physically blocked the hallway when you tried to excuse yourself “just to use the bathroom” — and somehow redirected you into a different room with smoothies and those weird massage chairs she liked.

But now, sitting on the dorm couch, face lightly flushed from laughter, your eyes kept flickering toward the door.

She hadn’t texted you all day.

That was strange.

You and Chaewon weren’t the kind of couple who needed to be glued to each other. In fact, you were usually careful — especially around the members. But she always checked in. A tiny message. A shared glance. A hand brushing yours in passing.

Today? Nothing.

“…Hey,” you said quietly, turning toward Kazuha, who sat beside you scrolling through something on her phone.

She looked up. “Hmm?”

“Chaewon-unnie… is she still at the company?”

Kazuha blinked. “Probably. You know how she gets when she’s in focus mode.”

You nodded slowly. But something inside you tugged again. That didn’t feel like the whole truth.

Before you could ask more, Yunjin dropped onto the couch behind you and wrapped her arms around your shoulders dramatically.

“No more thinking about our fearless leader today,” she said with a mock-serious tone. “This is your bonding time with us. Cold Girl Integration Day.”

“I thought we were calling it Baby Bunny Day,” Eunchae chimed from the kitchen.

You blinked. “I’m not a bunny.”

“Tell that to your face when you got startled by the blender,” Yunjin whispered in your ear.

You flushed. “It was loud.”

Sakura entered the room with a tray of drinks and set them down with a satisfied sigh. “She’s fully flustered. Operation Success.”

You stared at all of them. “Wait…”

They froze.

You narrowed your eyes.

“…Are you guys keeping me away from Chaewon on purpose?”

Yunjin immediately grabbed a cookie. “Nope.”

Kazuha sipped her drink suspiciously.

Eunchae’s voice cracked. “We—We just thought it’d be cute to hang out with you, you know? Team bonding! Girl stuff!”

You slowly crossed your arms. The realization settled in your chest like a pebble dropped into still water.

“…You think she has a crush on me.”

Silence.

Yunjin looked like a child caught sneaking into the cookie jar. “Technically, we never said—”

“She’s literally my girlfriend.”

The room imploded.

Eunchae dropped the popcorn bowl. Sakura choked on her drink. Kazuha’s head snapped toward you like you’d grown wings. Yunjin? Yunjin looked betrayed by God.

“EXCUSE ME—WHAT?!”

You blinked innocently. “What? We’ve been together for months.”

Sakura coughed. “Wha—months?”

“How?!” Eunchae cried. “You barely talk to anyone!”

“I talk to her,” you mumbled.

“You hide behind her!” Yunjin shrieked, looking genuinely shaken. “You were all cold and mysterious and ‘don’t touch me’—and all this time you were just…” She gestured wildly. “Making out behind the curtain?!”

“I never said that part,” you said calmly.

Kazuha leaned back and smiled softly. “I knew something was off. She gets all tense when you’re not around.”

You looked toward the door.

“…I should go find her.”

Yunjin made a high-pitched noise of protest, but Sakura just sighed and gave her a look that said we pushed this too far.

Meanwhile…

Chaewon was pacing.

Her arms were crossed, her jaw tense, and her patience worn so thin it was practically vapor.

“They’ve been keeping her from me all day,” she muttered under her breath, sitting down then standing right back up again. “For what? A game? She’s not a prize, she’s my girlfriend.”

She ran a hand through her hair.

And then, finally, pulled out her phone and sent one message.

Come outside.

Now.

Before I burn this dorm down and take you with me.

You slipped your shoes on with shaking fingers, heart fluttering like a trapped bird in your chest. The group was still reeling behind you — mostly Eunchae muttering, “Wait. They’ve kissed?” over and over while Yunjin spiraled on the floor.

You didn’t look back.

Chaewon’s text wasn’t long, but the energy it carried made your cheeks heat instantly.

Come outside. Now.

Before I burn this dorm down and take you with me.

You’d only ever seen her that blunt when she was serious. Or jealous. Or both.

When the elevator doors slid open, your reflection in the mirror-panel walls made you hesitate.

You didn’t look cold anymore. You looked… soft. Still quiet, but not unreadable. Not distant.

Vulnerable.

You stepped into the night.

She was waiting just outside the side exit, hoodie pulled over her head, arms crossed, and a sharp glare fixed on the sidewalk. The second the door clicked shut behind you, her head snapped up.

“Chaewon—”

“You didn’t even look at me.”

Your breath hitched. “I didn’t know you were—”

“I was right there,” she said, voice low. Controlled. “In the hallway. I waited.”

You took a step closer. “They pulled me away. I didn’t mean to—”

She reached you in two strides, hands grabbing your sleeves and tugging you into her chest with more force than usual.

“I don’t care what they thought,” she muttered into your hair. “I don’t care what stupid plan they were playing. You’re mine. I don’t like when they try to keep you from me.”

Your hands clutched the back of her hoodie, cheeks flushed. “You sound like you were going to fight Yunjin.”

“I was. I still might.”

You laughed softly against her shoulder, then pulled back enough to look up at her. The moonlight kissed her cheekbones, and for a second you just stared — and realized how worriedshe looked beneath the frustration.

“I missed you,” you whispered.

Her eyes softened immediately.

“Then don’t let them pull you away like that again,” she said, brushing your hair back. “You don’t owe them your soft side. You don’t owe anyone that.”

“I know,” you murmured. “But I kind of… wanted them to see it.”

She blinked.

“Not because I’m not yours,” you clarified. “Just… I’m tired of hiding. And being cold. I want them to know I’m like this sometimes. That I can laugh. That I—” You hesitated, voice smaller now. “That I get flustered and confused and… I still need someone. Even if I’m quiet.”

Chaewon’s arms tightened around you.

“I know,” she whispered. “I’ve always known. That’s why I don’t care what face you show them. I just want to be the one you come back to.”

“I always do.”

And when you kissed her, soft and slow and full of apology, she kissed you like she’d been holding it in all day.

Because she had.

Meanwhile, upstairs…

Yunjin stared out the window like a scorned lover. “They’re hugging.”

Eunchae gasped. “Are they gonna kiss again?!”

Sakura poured herself water. “They’re definitely kissing.”

Kazuha just sipped her tea. “I told you she wasn’t just a cold girl. She’s a marshmallow.”

Yunjin flopped back on the couch. “I lost my favorite mysterious tsundere to the shortest member of this group. Life is unfair.”

You held her hand the entire way back.

She didn’t say much, and she didn’t have to. Chaewon had this way of walking beside you that made you feel like nothing else in the world could touch you. Her grip was firm but not possessive. Protective. Steadying.

You only let go when you were outside the dorm door.

The second the lock clicked and the door opened, voices from the living room quieted like someone had hit pause on the chaos.

Four heads turned toward the hallway.

Chaewon stepped inside first, pulling her hood back slowly. Her expression was unreadable—but the energy in the air dropped ten degrees instantly.

You followed a few steps behind, fingers laced tightly in front of you, trying not to look too much like a kid caught sneaking in after curfew.

“Welcome back,” Sakura offered, trying to sound casual. “We were just—”

“What exactly were you doing today?” Chaewon asked.

Her voice wasn’t raised.

That made it worse.

Yunjin blinked. “Uh… bonding?”

Chaewon’s gaze shifted to her. Sharp. “You hijacked her entire day. You kept her from rehearsal. You physically turned her around when she was about to come inside.”

Eunchae started sinking lower into the couch cushions.

“It was just for fun!” Yunjin defended, but it came out more like a question. “We thought she needed to loosen up. She’s always so… guarded, and we wanted her to feel more included.”

Chaewon folded her arms. “And you didn’t think to ask her what she wanted?”

You opened your mouth to say something — to soften it maybe — but one look from Chaewon kept you quiet. Not because she was angry at you. But because this was leader Chaewon, and right now, she wasn’t just your girlfriend. She was handling it.

“You thought it was okay to isolate her just because she’s quiet?” she continued. “To treat her like a pet project?”

“No!” Sakura said quickly. “That wasn’t it at all. We just… we thought we were helping.”

“She doesn’t need to be ‘fixed.’ She’s not some cold doll you’re trying to warm up. She’s already warm,” Chaewon said, voice steady, eyes fixed on Yunjin now. “She just doesn’t show it to everyone. And she doesn’t owe that to you.”

Yunjin’s mouth opened. Closed.

“She’s a person. And also,” Chaewon added, her voice dropping lower, “she’s mine.”

Everyone collectively short-circuited.

Eunchae actually squeaked. “Wait—it’s official? Like—together together?”

You glanced at Chaewon, silently asking if she wanted to say more.

She took your hand without hesitation, right there in front of them, and your breath caught a little.

“We’ve been dating,” she said plainly. “And we were planning to keep it private. But after today…” She sighed and looked at you, gentler now. “I think they’ve earned the truth.”

You looked around at the girls, all blinking, processing, somewhere between panic and realization.

Yunjin finally whispered, “This whole time… I was third-wheeling a secret relationship?”

Kazuha gave a small nod. “Honestly, it explains so much.”

Sakura stared at your joined hands. “You two are… really cute. I feel a little betrayed.”

Eunchae just screamed into a throw pillow.

You quietly stepped a little closer to Chaewon, leaning against her side. She didn’t even flinch.

“I wasn’t mad,” you said softly. “I know they meant well.”

“I was mad for you,” Chaewon replied, with a glance down. “And you’re too nice to say anything.”

“You’re a little scary when you do,” you whispered, barely hiding a smile.

She smirked. “Good.”

______

It was nearly midnight when the dorm finally settled.

The lights in the hallway were dimmed, the girls tucked away in their rooms—Eunchae still muttering about “being the last to know everything” while Yunjin dramatically declared herself the victim of emotional whiplash.

You slipped quietly into Chaewon’s room.

She was already curled up under the blanket, one arm resting behind her head, her expression softer now. Calmer. Less leader. More Chaewon.

Just yours.

You closed the door behind you and tiptoed across the room, sliding beneath the covers and letting your forehead rest against her shoulder.

“Did I overdo it?” she murmured, hand moving slowly to your waist.

You shook your head. “They needed to hear it.”

She let out a breath, pressing her lips to your hair. “I was ready to rip Yunjin’s entire day in half.”

“I know,” you said with a small smile. “You kind of scared them.”

“Good,” she whispered again, and the word was no longer sharp, but almost… fond.

You lay there in the quiet, her warmth surrounding you like your own personal home. With her, you didn’t have to speak. You didn’t have to be cold, or collected, or unreadable. You could just be — soft, confused, quiet, a little overwhelmed, and completely loved.

“They saw me today,” you said finally, your voice small.

“I know.”

“They saw how I get when I’m not pretending. I thought… maybe they’d think I was just weird. Or… too soft.”

“They already knew,” Chaewon said, brushing her thumb along your back. “They were just waiting for you to let them in. But none of them get the real thing like I do.”

You looked up at her, eyes wide. “The real thing?”

Her lips curled into the smallest smile. “The you that forgets to hide. The one who flinches at blenders, and blushes when she talks too long, and holds my hand so tight it feels like a promise.”

You felt your face heat, hiding in her shoulder.

She leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. “You’re not cold. You’re precious. And I’m never letting anyone mistake that again.”

You didn’t answer right away — just curled into her tighter, heart full in your chest.

You were quiet. You always had been.

But with Chaewon, you didn’t need many words to be understood.

And tonight, wrapped up in her arms, no longer hiding from your group or yourself…

You were finally home.

_____

The night was quiet.

Soft breathing. The faint rustle of blankets. The sound of two hearts finally in sync, in a room no longer holding secrets.

Outside the door?

Yunjin crouched in the hallway, hoodie up, socks pulled high, and a very incriminating phone held just below her face. Her eyes squinted at the screen, recording silently through the cracked-open door.

“…‘You’re precious. I’m never letting anyone mistake that again,’” she whispered dramatically under her breath, mimicking Chaewon’s voice with tearful reverence. “Oh my god. This is a K-drama. This is season two material.”

Behind her, Sakura leaned around the corner.

“You’re going to die if she catches you,” she whispered, sipping from a juice pouch.

“She won’t,” Yunjin replied confidently. “I’ve moved like a shadow for years. I’m a vault. I’m untouchable.”

From inside the room came a sudden voice:

“…Yunjin.”

Her soul left her body.

The door creaked open further. Chaewon stood in the doorway, hair tousled, eyes half-lidded with sleep… and absolute fury.

“You have five seconds,” she said coldly. “Run.”

Yunjin didn’t hesitate.

“BYE—”

She bolted down the hallway in nothing but socks, leaving Sakura to calmly unplug the hallway phone charger she had been pretending to use.

“I warned you,” she muttered, and slid the door shut.

Inside, you sat up with a laugh you couldn’t hold in.

Chaewon groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. “We’re burning that video.”

You leaned into her side, still smiling. “She’ll probably send it to me first.”

Her eyes narrowed. “I knew dating you meant betraying me.”

You kissed her cheek. “You love it.”

She didn’t answer, but the small, satisfied sigh she let out as you pulled her back into bed said everything.

_____

Bonus:

The morning sun slipped in through the curtains, golden and gentle. Birds chirped outside, and the room was still filled with the warmth of a night spent curled up together.

Chaewon was already half-awake, checking her phone — and that was the problem.

Her face froze. Then slowly crumpled into a look of pure betrayal.

You, still half-asleep, blinked your eyes open and reached for her instinctively, face buried into her shoulder with a small grumble.

“…What’s wrong?” you murmured, voice scratchy, still lost in the haze of sleep.

She didn’t answer right away.

You leaned back just enough to peek up at her, hair sticking out in every direction, eyes puffy, blinking slowly like a kitten confused about being awake.

Chaewon let out a long, low sigh through her nose.

“Yunjin posted it.”

You stared at her blankly. “Posted what?”

She held up her phone.

There, on Yunjin’s Instagram story — timestamped 8 minutes ago — was a blurry but unmistakable clip of you and Chaewon, cuddled together in bed the night before.

Chaewon’s voice was faint in the background:

“You’re precious. I’m never letting anyone mistake that again.”

Followed by the sound of a soft kiss.

And Yunjin whispering dramatically over it like she was narrating an Oscar-winning romance:

“Ladies and gentlemen… them. The softest hard-launch in idol history. Please respect my privacy as I cry.”

You squinted, face still sleepy, processing it slowly.

Then: “…Oh.”

Chaewon was already sliding out of bed, hair tied messily, hoodie half on. “I’m going to murder her.”

You sat up, still blinking sleepily. “Baby…”

“She recorded us without asking. She posted it. We weren’t even awake. That’s illegal.”

“She’s American. She doesn’t follow rules,” you yawned, standing unsteadily and padding over to her in your oversized t-shirt, arms outstretched like a zombie.

She was halfway to the door when you wrapped your arms around her waist from behind.

Chaewon froze.

You buried your face into her back with a sleepy whimper. “Don’t go yet.”

She exhaled.

“You’re not mad?” she asked, voice softer now, but still tight.

You nuzzled your cheek into her shoulder. “I’m sleepy. And I like it. She caught us in a good moment.”

Chaewon turned around slowly in your arms, looking at you.

Hair a mess. Eyes barely open. Voice soft and small and full of affection.

And somehow — despite the rage in her blood — she melted just a little.

You stood on your toes, kissed her cheek, then her lips. “Come back to bed. We’ll kill her later. Gently.”

She narrowed her eyes. “You’re enabling her.”

“She’s our unnie now.”

“She’s your unnie. I’ve decided I’m disowning her.”

But even as she said it, she let you guide her back to the bed.

You both fell into the covers again, her arms instinctively wrapping around you, your legs tangled, warmth instantly settling back in like nothing had happened.

“I still want revenge,” she muttered.

You kissed her neck, sleepier now. “Revenge after breakfast.”

“Fine.”

“…With coffee?”

She sighed, defeated. “With coffee.”

Yunjins POV: 

Yunjin stared at her screen, the story still live. Thirty thousand views. At least fifteen flame emojis. Several DMs from other idols simply reading:

“FINALLY.”

“This cured my acne.”

“Wait. You’re not dating the quiet one???”

She sipped her coffee dramatically, stretched like a cat, and sighed.

“Am I proud of myself?” she whispered to no one. “Absolutely. Was it worth dying for? …Also yes.”

Behind her, Sakura wandered into the kitchen with bed hair and one eye open.

“You posted it?”

“Oh, I posted it,” Yunjin said with a grin. “Tagged no one. No captions. Just vibes. Let the internet figure it out.”

Sakura blinked. “Chaewon’s going to kill you.”

“I’m aware.”

The silence lingered.

“…She’s not here yet?” Yunjin asked, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

Sakura scrolled her phone. “They’re still in bed. I think your girlfriend stopped her.”

“She’s not my girlfriend. Sadly. She belongs to Tiny Wrath.”

“She stopped a murder with a hug,” Sakura said, sipping from a mug with “Girlboss” in pink cursive. “That’s love.”

Yunjin smirked, still watching her story rack up more views. “Look. I get it. Was it illegal? Maybe. Was it invasive? Possibly. But am I the hero in this narrative? Absolutely.”

“More like the side character that stirs the pot.”

“I am the pot,” Yunjin replied proudly.

Just then, a notification pinged. A group chat message from Chaewon (🧊 Wrath of God Edition).

Chaewon: we need to talk.

Chaewon: meet me in my room.

Chaewon: come alone.

Yunjin dropped her phone onto the counter like it had burned her.

“I’m dead.”

Sakura didn’t even look up. “Yeah, probably.”

“She’s going to Tiny Punch me into next week.”

“Tell me where you hide the footage so I can leak the deleted scenes.”

“…You’re cold.”

Sakura gave her a half-awake smile. “You started it.”

Yunjin sighed, dramatically rubbing her face. “If I don’t make it… tell them I did it for love. For art. For justice.”

Then she stood, grabbed her water bottle, adjusted her hoodie hood like a cape, and marched toward her fate.

“Goodbye, cruel world,” she muttered.

From the hallway, Eunchae peeked out of her room. “Is it true? Are they really dating? Did you die yet???”

“Soon,” Yunjin called back. “Make a fan edit of my life. Use Taylor Swift’s ‘My Tears Ricochet.’”

Meanwhile, back in bed…

You cracked one eye open as your phone pinged with the group chat notification.

“She summoned her,” you mumbled.

Chaewon yawned, snuggling closer. “I’m not going to kill her. I just want to talk.”

“…You’re going to glare her to death.”

She smirked into your shoulder. “You like it.”

You smiled sleepily. “Yeah. I really do.”

_____

The dorm hallway was quiet, but every so often, muffled whispers and stifled giggles floated from behind closed doors.

Chaewon’s footsteps were measured, almost calm, as she approached her room. Behind her, Yunjin followed like a kid called to the principal’s office—head down, hands stuffed in hoodie pockets, trying not to look like she was about to be executed.

Inside, the door clicked softly shut.

You were there first, half-asleep, tangled in blankets, and still clutching onto Chaewon’s arm like a lifeline. Your hair was a wild halo, and your eyes blinked slowly as you leaned against her side, utterly adorable and utterly unaware of the chaos outside.

Chaewon’s voice was low but firm as she knelt down beside you. “Look at you… still holding on like you’re afraid I’ll disappear if you let go.”

You murmured something incoherent and snuggled closer, your sleepy warmth spreading like a blanket over her.

Yunjin cleared her throat awkwardly.

Chaewon glanced at her, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s… um, just so cute,” Yunjin blurted. “Like, how do you deal with someone being that adorable all the time? I—”

“Yunjin,” Chaewon said, deadpan.

Yunjin immediately quieted, folding her arms but clearly fighting a smile.

From just outside the door, a tiny cluster of shadows peeked in.

Sakura’s finger pressed to her lips. Eunchae stifled a giggle behind her hand. Yunjin’s eyes flickered toward the door nervously—too late.

Chaewon’s voice softened, and she reached out to gently tuck a loose strand of your messy hair behind your ear.

“You’re always like this around me. Quiet, sleepy, soft. You don’t need the cold armor when you’re with me.”

You blinked up at her, voice just above a whisper, “I don’t want to scare you away.”

Chaewon smiled, fingers brushing your cheek. “You don’t scare me. You never did.”

A sudden creak from the doorway made everyone freeze.

Before anyone could react, Sakura, Eunchae, and even Kazuha tripped slightly over each other, tumbling right inside the room with a crash of limbs and startled squeals.

You jolted awake and let out a small startled yelp, clutching Chaewon tighter.

The room burst into laughter.

Chaewon looked over, amused, shaking her head.

“Apparently,” she said, “you’re even cuter when you’re accidentally an audience.”

You hid your face against Chaewon’s neck, cheeks burning.

Kazuha grinned sheepishly. “Sorry. We were just… curious.”

Chaewon glanced around the room, then at you.

“Well, now everyone knows.”

You peeked out from behind Chaewon’s shoulder, sleepy but smiling.

“Guess there’s no hiding it anymore.”

[nsfwruru]

Can you do a perv g!p Sakura x innocent fem 6th member?? I honestly can’t describe anymore lol so yea 😭

Idol!Miyawaki Sakura (g!p) x Idol!reader

Sakura has gotta be the most perverted mf you’ve ever lived with, she’s stealing your shit, thinking about you, all the while she’s rubbing one out. She also literally can’t keep her hands to herself, and needs to be checked out for like brain damage or something.

cw: smut, porn with plot (pervy!sakura, dubcon?, creampies, riding, mentions of hentai, dom!kkura, cumplay, thigh fucking, eating out), not proofread, naive!reader, reader is part of lesserafim but generally only lives with sakura

Sakura Miyawaki, being generally the same age as her, you thought you’d both have a lot in common, I mean at face value you both did. You loved music, started your career at a young age, was more secluded from the rest of the functioning world than others, loved manga and anime alike, everything was so compatible between the two of you! It was almost a match made in heaven when it was time to choose the dormitory situations, and you both chose each other of course.

Naturally having moved in together, the first few weeks weren’t all that bad as you found yourself hanging out with her a lot more. Either that be cooking together after a long practice, sitting on her lap while she played overwatch, and even helping her out with the laundry and such. You thought all was going well until suddenly after all those affectionate moments and bonding times, she abruptly stopped hanging around you. Being more reclusive day by day, and being glued on her phone, or glued on her computer, completely ignoring your existence in the dormitory.

This was also around the same time some of your nick-nacks went missing, for example it was something small like maybe a hair tie you left on the counter, or even towels you left outside to dry after a shower. It wasn’t all that concerning cause you could always get another towel or hair tie, but you found it especially odd that even some of your clothes and undergarments went missing.

Whenever you asked your sweet darling roommate about it, she’d brush it off, saying something along the lines of. “Oh look at you being forgetful again!” Or “Maybe Yunjin or Zuha took em’ you know how they are.” Only for the missing items to return back to its rightful spot days later, as if nothing had ever happened.

But don’t fret, she was still that lovable older sister figure whenever you where on set, or whenever you did shots with the other girls, making sure the coddle you the most in front of other people. She would’ve even chew other people out whenever they tried coming close to you, almost as if she was a guard dog protecting her precious bone. Which made your emotions conflict even more whenever you’d arrive back home and try to be friendly, just for her the shoo you away and retreat back to her room to play games or whatever.

You genuinely thought she hated you all of the sudden behind closed doors, although little did you know that presumption was oh so wrong. She didn’t want you to know that whenever those bedroom doors lock, Sakura would pull out the latest new item she’d stolen from you and take a whiff of your scent off of it.

If it was something that was easily moveable, she would wrap it around her thick length, while reading one of those filthy mangas she loved so much, thinking it was you fucking yourself on her dick, instead of this uncomfortable towel fabric. She had no common decency, having no concern that she was cumming all over your stuff, while reading hentai, while thinking about you. Sakura literally didn’t even care if you heard you or not, even when you are at home, working on your journal or something, she’s groaning out your name.

Even then you were so concerned that you did something wrong, that you started going out and getting groceries to cook for her every night. Sometimes being so exhausted from practice you’d cook her a nice hot meal she’d love so much, and pass out on your bed. Sakura noticed all your efforts but instead of telling you that she was never mad in the first place, she’d continue the charade and let you do girlfriend things to please her and make her happy again, just because it turned her on even further.

She wanted to see how far you could go to make her happy, that she started calculating every speech and movement she did to see if you’d pay attention to what she wanted you to do. Moreover, Sakura had learnt these tactics from one of her highly exploitative mangas, using typical methodical porn tactics to fuck with your innocent little brain.

Sakura would subtly hint that she wasn’t gonna be mad at you, unless you started wearing those skimpy maid dresses that she bought you. And being the innocent people pleaser you were, you’d change out of your normal house clothes into the ones she gave you, under the guise it was “normal japanese pajamas.” Not being as chronically online as her, you thought nothing of it, slowly starting to wear the costumes she got you…all the time.

She felt like she was living her most deprived fantasies through you, for her, you were practically just a walking sex doll she couldn’t touch, not just yet. After all of this, she was starting to warm up to you again, little did you know this was all part of the plan to get you fucked up on her.

Ever single moment you spent trying to please her, the harder she got by the moment, it was hard to keep her boner under wraps whenever you’d wear those cute little short skirts while you sat nicely on her lap. Or how she’d subtly grind, and dry hump your ass whenever you were bent down cooking in the kitchen. All of these factors where things you choose to ignore because this was all for your precious roommate.

Sakura, being the perverted oldest she was, would sneak into your room at night, and take raunchy photos whenever she could whenever you slept. All to scurry back to her bedroom and use it as fap material once more.

It all came to a boiling point when you were rubbing your ass against her innocently, during one of her classic shooter gaming sessions. Her microphone which was on while she talked with her other teammates, was all of the sudden off. She began to place the headphone down onto the desk slowly letting it rest it atop the table.

With a lack of communication she lifted your waist off her hips and back down onto the exact placement of her rager was “Fuck Y/N baby, I can’t hold it anymore, don’t you know how hard you make me?” Sakura would bite back, watching you grind over her cock slowly, urging you to feel her.

“Kkura—! What the hell are you doing? Let go of me, it feels weird.” You’d plead, not liking the sensation it was bringing you whenever your cunt would graze upon her fabric boxers. Which was the only thing she would wear whenever she’d asked you to sit on her lap.

It didn’t make the situation better when you realized her hardened cock covered in a light piece of fabric, was making direct contact with your underwear as you had been forced to put on such skimpy skirt. The friction causing you to dig your nails into her knees, causing a halt to any further movement, this obviously ticked Sakura off, as her hands slid their way to her waist, digging into your skin harshly.

“Shit, don’t stop moving you dumb fuckin’ whore, your the one who’s been making me feel this way all the time, don’t you think I need a little compensation?” Sakura groaned, pulling down her boxers to reveal her hardened cock, she didn’t take a single second of waste, before sliding it in between your thighs and right in front of you slick panties, which was damp with wetness from your cunt. Instead of fucking you brainless here and now she wanted to take her sweet time.

Slowly thrusting into your thighs like a dirty dog, she leaned you over her keyboard as she continued to pleasure herself. Using your plush thighs almost like a fuck toy, she was letting out the purest, loudest groans she could ever formulate. The way her length worked its way in and out of your thighs as she held you up, fucking into you, letting the precum build on top of the tip of her cock, made the dampness of your panties darken. “Kkura, wait this is wrong— we shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Well you shoudnt have been teasin’ me this whole time bitch. Walking around all dolled up with those dresses I gave you— hah, fuck that’s good.” She groaned, unable to finish her words as she quickened her pace, working her way into your thighs, only imagining if it was your sweet pussy instead, but cumming on your thighs was good too. “Oh shit! Fuck!” She grunted out, rutting into your thighs.

Her cum splattered all over your stomach and thighs, fucking slowly into you as she finished, her wet, sticky, fluids plastered all over your freshly cleaned body made you sick to your stomach. You didn’t know your roommate, let alone your member was capable of doing something like this, despite repeatedly telling her not to. Before you had time to react and wipe all the shit off of you, she’s pulling your panties down hungrily.

“Sakura! Enough!” You pleaded with her, all the while she’s rolling her eyes at your demands, because how can a slut like you ask for anything. Sakura brings you up and pushed you down on the desk, having no concern that your tits are literally resting on the keyboard and your face is almost pushed up against the monitor screen. She’s been waiting for this moment her whole entire life, but she isn’t cruel, she wants to get you prepped up before she fucks you so good you can’t walk anymore.

Bringing her face down to your pussy, she begins to do soft kitten licks onto the folds, examining each and every crack as she spreads you wide open. Her tongue darting into wherever it can, trying to bring all the juices out from you as a sort of lubricant for what she was going to do next. Finally after eating you out for what seemed like hours, and letting you cum on her tongue a couple of times, she left one last kiss before pulling away. “Mhm baby, I think you’re all ready now.” Due to your own pleasure you failed to notice how she was jerking herself off every time she made contact with your pussy, cumming whenever you were, completely just enthralled with the view.

Bringing herself back up and lining her dick into your entrances, she lets out a low, instinctual growl, before slowly pushing herself in. The mix of your already overstimulated body, and her unexplainable girth, caused you to shake uncontrollably, your head peeking up when she fully bottomed herself out into you. “Ah! Fuck— mmpfh— Kkura!”

Your words were slurred, her name rolling off your tongue so easily, with every thrust a new hiccuped moan would intervene. The noises of skin slapping one another, and the gushes of your inside made Sakura want to bust in you then and there, though, she desperately wanted to hear more of you. Sakura rolled her eyes back from how nicely you were taking her at that moment, pounded into you until it was nothing but your voice calling out to her that filled the room.

“Shit, your so tight, fuckin’ whore” She grunted underneath her breath, each word following a harsh slam into your cervix. Her breathing became more rugged as she continued, the pounding less calculated, and the knot in your stomach threatened to unwind. Taking a fist full of your hair into her palms, Sakura pushed your head onto the monitor screen, giving her the ability to push deeper into your guts you didn’t know she could reach.

Your body, one that was once filled with so much pain and discomfort, was now truly fully consumed with pleasure and ecstasy. The squelching noises filled the room, her names rolled off your tongue so easily, “Saku, mhm…”

She had no choice but to use this as leverage, maybe even confirmation that you wanted this too, her boner twitching at the thought of doing this again, and again… and again. Sakura, pulled her hands up towards your face and inserted her fingers into your mouth, as you felt her climax come closer and closer.

Your hips grinded all over hers, liking the way her dick warmed up every single inch of you, until your felt your knees buckle at the sensation. “Mpphm!” You moan out, your sounds muffled by Sakura, as her fingers where still pushed into to base of your tongue, making you unable to formulate coherent sentences. Your juices coating her member, leaving a slight stream of wetness running down your leg as Sakura fucking you through your high.

“Good girl, cum— cum for me baby.” She groaned, continuing to fuck into your overstimulated cunt until she reached her sweet release. With a few more heavy slams, you felt Sakura’s ruthless rhythm falter, she took the primal instinctive to pull you up by your hair, watching you intently as she dumped the rest of her cum inside of you.

Pushing your lips together as she bottomed you out, still yanking at your hair, she let a glob of spit run into your mouth as she pulled away. Pushing your head down to the monitor once more as she got up, and off of you, the sensation of her living your gummy insides sent a shiver down your spine, but you where too fucked out of your mind to comment on that. “Fuckin’ slut, took this long to fuck you when you clearly wanted it as much as I do.”

She stood up and grabbed her boxers, pulling them back onto herself before taking in the sight in front of her. The roommate and bandmate she so desperately wanted to fuck for months, was sprawled onto her gaming desk like this was an artwork in itself. “Shit bitch you look good like this, get ready for tomorrow, I wanna do this again.” She chirped, leaning down to look at your dazed state before leaving a peck on your forehead, pulling away and scurrying out of the room like nothing happened.

[sailorjisunq]

一葉

[bag-miumiu]

ㅤ͏ㅤ͏ㅤ͏ㅤ͏ ♡ ॱ़۫   ☾⠀⠀#𝑃o𝚕k𝚊𝐷𝚘ts𝐵𝚊𝚋y⠀⠀ᣟ݂ ֺ⠀𓈒⠀⬭

[castielthinkr]

LUCKY GIRL SYNDROME — NISHIMURA RIKI

SYNOPSIS — NISHIMURA RIKI’S GIRLFRIEND IS A WELL-KNOWN YOUTUBER. UNFORTUNATELY, HIS FRIENDS, HIS COMPANY, AND HIS FANS BELIEVE THAT HE’S JUST A DELUSIONAL FAN OF HERS.

PAIRING — IDOL!NI-KI X YOUTUBER!READER STARRING — NI-KI, READER, ENHYPEN, IVE’S WONYOUNG, LESSERAFIM’S CHAEWON, AESPA’S KARINA, NEWJEANS’ HAERIN WITH GUEST STARS ZB1’S RICKY, TXT’S BEOMGYU WARNINGS/NOTES (tba) — 100% CRACK, TEAM EDWARD GC ARE NOT IDOLS, ANGST + ONLINE HATE TOWARDS Y/N (CH.5) RELEASE DATE — 18TH JULY (ON HIATUS)

PROFILES — 4LIFERZ | TEAM EDWARD

CHAPTERS — 1: TODAY’S SELFIE 2: SO SWEET 3: EVERYTHING WILL COME TRUE 4: MWAH! 5: WE'RE SO LUCKY 6: GOLDEN TICKET 7: HASHTAG LUCKY GIRL EPILOGUE: TOGETHER, YOU AND ME

TAGLIST — CLOSED @sunpov @lukesboo @lambys-stuff @rikisgeef @hiekoo @sol3chu @sakiimeo @joyzluvr @femmefqtqle @1lovestrawberrymilk @jakeyverse @xeee334 @erisasleep @kyanmeai @sunooluuvr @dreeki @laurradoesloveu @kittsnewera @illvding @d-dilemma @unhakki @greentulip @clampclover @yourmyst4r @randomanothercreature @mheretoreadff @winabite @kqzuhaa @enhacolor @pluggtalkk @academiq @xyzyx01 @en-verse @moon4moony @i03jae

[ningvory]

g!p lesserafim!!(minus eunchae ofc😭)

parings: camgirlg!p!lessera x bimboish!f!reader

warnings: anal, toys, dildo’s, groping, voyeurism, facefucking, edging, overstimulation, hentai dialogue for kkura, cervix fucking, squirting, riding, humiliation, darcyphilia, degrading kink, dumbification, this is not proofread guys😭

THEY LOOK SO FINE IN THIS PIC!? 😵‍💫😵‍💫

camgirl!kkura would be such a perv. she would always grope your tits and hump your ass, calling you pet names like kitty and bunny. she’d be such a hentai addict that it’s concerning. she would make you wear a slutty black maid dress that would expose your boobs and ass just howd she likes along with the cutest bunny headband she could find!

camgirl!kkura would make you sit on the floor, letting her viewers see the sight of you before gripping your hair and pushing your face against her dick. she would let you pull her her shorts and boxers down, revealing her hard cock to her viewers. she’d be so mean, forcing you to say erotic things but you obliged because you’re her cute dumb bunny!

“please give me your milk!!” you would beg so nicely she would praise you by calling you her good bunny and finally stuffed your mouth with her cock.

she’d hold your head so tightly because she was lost in the pleasure of your warm mouth around her cock! she would make you deep throat her, nose on her pelvis as you were gagging on her dick but she couldn’t care less! when she feels her high coming she would pull your mouth off her cock and would cum all over your tits.

she would tie your hands up like how they do in hentai, and force you in doggy, pushing her cock into your tight ass with no prep, making the two if you moan out but yours were downright screams. it hurt so bad you tried to run away but she would force her cock all the way into your ass making tears fall down your cheeks :((

“don’t run bunny, let me fuck you stupid.” kkura told you, holding you in place.

she was so hypnotized with how her cock was stretching your tight hole. she would fill your ass up with her cum and pull out, letting her viewers watch how her cum was spilling out of your hole and down to your cunny! :((

camgirl!chae would be such a tease. she’d tie your arms and legs to each side of the bed corners, deeming you unable to move and at her mercy. she would bring her camera close and spread your pussy lips, letting her viewers get a good look at your drippy cunny. she would be so into size training, stuffing your cunt with plastic see-through cocks and just when you’re about to cum she would remove the dildo from your cunny, making you cry out because she won’t let you cum!! :((

camgirl!chae would rub her tits on your cunny but you just can’t get off! you need her cock to stuff your twitching cunny :(( tears would be running down your face as you plea for her to stop and fill you up with her cock, her viewers would think you’re so cute like that. begging her for her dick with tears falling down your pretty face, how could chae say no?

camgirl!chae would hold the camera so they can see how she was pounding into you so hard, tits shaking and back was arched as you were babbling ‘thank you’s’ to her! you were so overstimulated that you were just nonstop squirting and whining, you were just so cute! chae would moan so loudly when she came in your sweet cunt. she would pull out and push down on your tummy and let the viewers see how her seed came out of you!! <33

camgirl!yunjin would be so mean!! she would dress you in a pretty pink seethrough skirt along with a see through crop top and make you watch as she uses the fleshlight’s cunt to pleasure herself :(( you would be so excited when she tells you to lay down and hold your legs open so her viewers can see your dripping cunt but she would just place the fleshlight on your tummy and put your legs on her shoulders, pounding hard into the fleshlight making you rock back in forth. you were crying and begging her to stop and fuck you instead of the dumb toy, watching how her face would twist from the pleasure and grunts would fall out of her mouth :((

camgirl!yunjin would laugh in your face, taunting you by calling you a dumb toy yourself and that you’re just a cock hungry toy!! she would take the toy off of your tummy and cum all over you. then turning around to ask her viewers if she should finally fuck you, but they’re all so mean. telling her no and how she should make you ride a fleshlight knowing that you can’t get off on that because it never compares to yunjinie :((

camgirl!zuha would be so addicted to you cunt! you’re cunt just squeezes her so tight that she can’t move, making you take control. camgirl!zuha would be so pussy whipped, she would have her hands on your waist as you stand on your tippy toes and slam down on her cock repeatedly, the video would capture how your tits we’re bouncing in her face until she began to suck on them, moaning into your tits and back arching off her chair.

you would be high pitch squealing and moaning so much, her cock was just hitting your cervix so nice your were squirting all over her cock. but you couldn’t get enough, bouncing on her cock until she’s shooting blanks into your cunny <33

[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 STAR GIRL ★ jang wonyoung x wow!yn

↳ warnings: wow!yn, alternate universe au, fluff, they’re both down bad, you can find more wow!au stuff in my masterlist

the sound of the ceiling fan and the soft indie music that plays from the record player fill the room calming every sense that anyone could have.

yn hummed softly to the music as she drew stars all over her hand sitting in a crossed position on her bed room floor she’s so immersed in her mind to pay attention to the girl that sits in front of her just staring at her.

wonyoung shifted uncomfortably, which never happens when she’s in yn’s room, she’s always comfortable there, she doesn’t know if it’s the vibe in the room or if it’s just yn that keeps her so comfortable and calm.

but not right now.

something has been on her mind for a while but she’s been suppressing it down.

she doesn’t know if she can anymore, it’s just such a weird feeling for her.

yn is a flirt and a player, we all know that and wonyoung was never one to fall for yn’s antics, always playing hard to get. yn was her friend that’s all she’ll ever be.

that’s what wonyoyng thought at least.

but for the last couple months, wonyoung has noticed how yn has shifted her attention more to her older ex member, there was something there, something awfully different from how it is with yn’s other flings.

and wonyoung didn’t like it. she didn’t like the feeling she got in her chest when yn would smirk at the mention of the lesserafim leader, the way she always seemed to have the most fun teasing the older girl.

she thought yn had the most fun teasing her.

jealousy.

jealousy is what she felt, she never thought she could ever feel the feeling with yn, or was she just suppressing it?

did she like the older girl but had to much pride to admit it?

wonyoung clinched her fists nervously before clearing her throat, immediately getting the attention of the girl in front of her which made her even more nervous, since when did yn looking at her make her nervous?

many times actually she just never acknowledged the feeling.

“yeah?” the older girl said to wonyoung, she furrowed her eyebrows immediately taking notice of wonyoung’s uneasiness, yn could always take notice of the girl’s emotions, she was an observant person naturally, but even more observant with wonyoung, she always felt the need to know that the girl was okay and in a right state of mind, “what wrong.” she says immediately putting the cap onto the marker, putting her attention entirely on wonyoung.

wonyoyng felt both nervousness and pride, she loved that yn would immediately drop anything for her, didn’t matter what it was, she knew it was selfish but having a power like that and over yn of all people, is probably the post powerful thing in the world.

and it might be hard to admit it, but yn has that power over wonyoung as well.

wonyoung shifted uncomfortably under yn’s gaze before looking down in her lap, “nothing.” she said quietly, quickly backing out on what she was gonna say as soon as yn’s eyes were on her.

wonyoung shrunk into herself slightly, when she heard yn’s low chuckle, she looks up to yn see the brushing her own hair out of her face revealing the star tattoo and on her neck, “okay…” she responded lowly looking off to the side but it was obvious she didn’t believe the girl.

there was silence for little before yn spoke up again shocking wonyoung, “do you take me for an idiot?”

“huh?”

“you’ve been acting weird for the last couple of weeks.” yn starts, no emotion on her face, “did you think I would take notice? I know you.”

wonyoung doesn’t respond so yn continues, “please just tell me what’s wrong.” she says letting out a deep sigh, “I can fix it, I always do for you.”

wonyoung feels her grace heat up slightly at yn’s words before sighing and rubbing her palms against her leg, before shifting forward to her knees touch yn’s, “are you dating chaewon unnie?”

wonyoung is shocked at the frowardness that came out of her even yn but she quickly covers it up, “why? and what does me dating her have to do with how weird you’ve been?”

wonyoung feels a lump grow in her throat at the question, yn’s answer to it made her feel like a bad idea, she didn’t like how indifferent yn was, she was never indifferent with her.

“because…” wonyoung trails off, looking to the side of yn’s room finding the messy band posters more interesting than anything, “because I just… I just… I don’t like the feeling I get when I think about it.”

she looks at yn to see the girls reaction but when only stares emotionless which makes the lump in wonyoung’s throat grow larger but she continues anyways, “I don’t like the thought of you guys dating, I don’t like the thought of you guys holding hands, I don’t like the thought of you giving her that stupid star ring.”

it’s like she couldn’t stop everything from coming from her mouth, it was like because she started she couldn’t stop, “I don’t like the thought of you making her nervous because I only want you to make me nervous.”

she grabs both of yn’s hands desperately, the girl still staring at her emotionlessly but there’s a hint of conflict , the sight makes her desperate to say everything she wants before she gets rejected, she feels burning behind her eyes and she knows tears are about to come out in any moment.

she grabs one of yn’s hands and brings it to rest on her chest, “I don’t like the painful feeling I get in my chest when I think about you being with someone else and you genuinely liking them.”

“I don’t want you with someone else.” she says tearfully trying to pull yn closer to her like it’s possible, “I want you with me, I want you only looking at me, please yn, please only look at me.”

yn looks a off to the side but wonyoung’s grabs her chin and turns her to face her, “I don’t want you, looking at anyone but me with those loving eyes you always have.”

she feels herself shake when yn lets out a deep sigh, she knows what’s coming, she brings her head yn’s chest not wanting to look at the girl anymore.

“don’t do this to me.” yn says lowly, looking down at the girl who stiffens at her voice, “don’t…don’t get my hopes up wonyoung, don’t do it.”

wonyoung lifted her head slowly from yn’s chest and looked at the girl “huh?”

“is this a joke?” yn asks looking away, this is the very first time wonyoung has ever heard yn sound insecure and it’s scary.

“wonyoung if this is a joke, I will never forgive you.” yn says, wonyoung can tell the girl is trying her best not to show any emotions on her face.

“I’m not joking,” wonyoung says weakly trying to look at yn who looked off to the side, “why would I joke about this? yn… gosh…”

“yn, I need you.” she continues she tries to follow yn’s eyes who lets of another sigh and throws her head back, “I need you to be mine, I like so much it hurts, I mean it, I mean every single word that’s coming out of my mouth, yn this isn’t a joke, please please believe me, I understand if you don’t want me, but everything im saying is tr-”

before wonyoung can finish her sentence she feels the cold rings on yn’s fingers holding the back of her neck, pulling her closer before smashing her lips onto hers, her eyes open wide.

wonyoung feels yn bring her other hand to her jaw caressing it softly making wonyoung melt and close her eyes kissing yn back, she feels the butterflies in her stomach flying crazy as she feels yn’s soft lips against hers.

yn pulls away softly, keeping her hand at the back of wonyoungs neck, “me? not want you? ive wanted you since forever, you know this.” wonyoung opens her mouth to respond but is cut off by yn pulling her back into a kiss and she thinks this is the best thing she’s ever experienced.

who knew kissing yn could be her favourite thing so fast?

when they finally pull away, the only think that can come out of wonyoungs mouth is “you like me?”

yn rolls her eyes a small smile making it’s way to her swollen lips, “don’t ask stupid questions.” she says before laying down on her floor and lifting up her shirt and pulling down her sweat pants down to the side slightly to show her star tattoo on her lower waist, “I’d probably get ur name tattooed right above this if I could.” she says teasing flashing wonyoung a teasing smile.

and just like that she’s back, wonyoung lets out a soft laugh, “you’re so annoying.” she says, “so you really don’t like chaewon unnie?”

“honestly…” yn sighs from the floor, “i was trying to get over you, i just thought maybe something with me and her could work, but I was just being delusional, I don’t like her and I could never get over you.”

wonyoung feels her face warm up before she moves forward and lays on top of yn, “that makes me happy.” she says softly digging her face into yn’s neck, placing a soft kiss to it.

yn lets out a laugh and wonyoung can’t help but blush at the rasp to it, “you’re cute.” she says playing with wonyoung’s hair.

this was probably the best day of both of the girls life, yn getting the girl she always wanted and wonyoung getting the girl that she’s always needed.

“yn?”

“hm?”

“don’t hurt me.”

“I should be telling you that, you’ve got a hold on me.”

wonyoung smiles softly at that as she digs her face more into yn’s neck.

she got her star girl.

★☆ me after feeding wonyn stans like it’s my job