#shin yuna x reader

[yujification]

hi jin! i love your works, i was wondering if you had any thoughts on gp yuna? just your thoughts would be appreciated, keep up the good work!

well of course i do!

cw: oral sex, deepthroating, gagging, semi-voyeurism???, finger sucking

as i’m sure we all know, yuna is a hung brat. she’s inexperienced, but thinks she’s the absolute shit because of her size, and constantly brags about all the girls she fucks on a daily basis, when in reality, she’s only trying to get attention, and you’re giving her exactly that. it’s not like you’d call her bluff anyway. i imagine she absolutely adores oral— watching your pretty lips wrap around her shaft while she cards her slender fingers through your hair 😵‍💫 she’s a little mean too, which adds to the experience if u ask me? hair puller, face fucker. she likes sticking her fingers down your throat when her cock isn’t readily available just to watch you cough and gag— it’s a pleasant reminder of the power she holds over you. even when she’s minding her own business, she wants your mouth on her (you’re good at what you do, she just doesn’t like to admit it), sitting on her phone on the couch, and randomly recommending something; “c’mere, give me head,” and you do without hesitation because who wouldn’t? and she records you too, just to get off to it later ??? “smile for the camera, baby,” while you’re gagging on her length 🫡 u don’t really mind, though. it’s degrading, sure, but she’s pretty and she’s got an even prettier cock, veiny with the cutest little pink-ish tip ??? i need to die 😫 she just likes watching you choke tbh!

[bangchansdirty-slut]

The Half Sisters

Paring:Nerd!G!P!Yeji x reader x Cheerleader!G!P!Girlfriend!Yuna

Genre:Smut

Summary: You were initially going to Yuna's house to study, but that plan fell through.

More: Masterlist

A/n: Oh my God! It's my birthday. Anyway, my next posts will be about the stuff that was requested.

You waltz into Yuna's house, a spring in your step, ready to settle in for some quality study time with your cheerleader captain girlfriend. The familiar smell of Yuna's mom's homemade lasagna fills the air, mingling with the scent of her dad's aftershave. You head straight for the dining room to drop your bag, and that's when you hear it: footsteps, padding softly across the kitchen floor. Instinctively, you assume it's one of Yuna's parents, and you're about to call out a cheery "hey" when you realize something's off. The footsteps are too light, too feminine. Curiosity gets the better of you, and you sneak a peek around the corner.

There she is, bending over in the fridge, her lithe figure clad only in a pair of panties and a sports bra. Her glasses reflect the light of the kitchen, casting a triangular shadow across her cleavage. You're momentarily frozen, unable to believe your eyes, before it dawns on you: this must be Yuna's older half-sister, Yeji. She looks up, noticing you for the first time, and her face flushes a deep shade of crimson. "Oh! You must be Y/n, Yuna's girlfriend," she says, her voice slightly higher-pitched than you expected.

"Um, yeah… I am," you manage to squeak out. Yeji straightens up and walks over to the table, her movements graceful and fluid. "I'm Yeji, Yuna's half-sister. I didn't realize she had such a good-looking girlfriend. She's always been so lucky." Her compliment catches you off guard, and you can feel your cheeks burning now. "So, uh, what brings you here today?"

"Oh, just studying," you say, gesturing to Yuna's math textbook on the table. "We've got a big test tomorrow." Yeji nods in understanding and takes a seat across from you. "So, you two are really serious about your studies, then?" she asks, a playful glint in her eye.

"Oh, you know Yuna," you say with a grin. "She's pretty dedicated." Yeji smiles back at you, and for a brief moment, you can't help but notice how similar their features are. It's almost eerie. "And how about you? What do you study?"

Yeji shrugs, her movements graceful as ever. "I'm in my last year of law school, so I'm pretty busy with that. But I try to stay on top of things, you know?" She leans forward, resting her elbows on the table, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage. "So, how long have you two been together?"

You can feel your heart racing as you look into her beautiful eyes. You take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. "Um, well, we've been seeing each other for about six months now. It's been really great." You can't help but glance down at her crotch area, noticing that her panties are white with a thin blue stripe running down the side. There's an even more noticeable bulge there than before…

Yeji smiles at your comment, clearly pleased. "That's nice to hear. I'm glad you two are happy together." She leans in closer, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "But I bet I could make you even happier, right?" Her hand slowly begins to slide up and down your thigh under the table, making your heart race even faster.

You try to focus on your conversation, but it's becoming increasingly difficult as her touch becomes more bold. When she reaches the hem of your skirt and feels the fabric bunched up against your aching cunt, she grins wickedly and slips her hand inside. Your breath catches in your throat as she begins to rub your clit through your panties, her long fingers expertly massaging your wet cunt.

You feel your control slipping away, and as she continues to tease you, you can't help but moan loudly. Your hips begin to rock involuntarily against her hand, seeking more contact. Yeji leans in closer, her lips brushing against your ear. "Do you want more?" she whispers. "Do you want me to help you study?"

The thought of being alone with her fills you with desire, and you nod eagerly. "Yes, please."

Yeji grins, taking your hand in hers and leading you into her bedroom. The room is dimly lit, the only light filtering in from the hallway. She closes the door behind you and pushes you gently towards her bed. "Lie down and relax," she whispers, her voice thick with desire.

As you lie down, Yeji kneels beside the bed, her eyes trailing down your body. Her hand finds its way to your panties, slowly pulling them down your legs. You're left completely exposed in front of her, and the anticipation is almost unbearable.

She leans in, kissing your inner thigh before moving higher, her lips brushing against your sensitive skin. Her tongue flicks out, teasing your clit as her fingers explore your wet folds. You arch your back, moaning loudly as pleasure washes over you.

Yeji grins, watching you squirm beneath her touch. "You like that, don't you?" she breathes, her voice husky. "You like feeling me touch you."

Your answer comes in the form of a moan as she presses two fingers deeper into your wetness. She curls them, searching for your G-spot, and you arch your back off the bed, gasping. "That's it," she whispers, leaning in to kiss your neck. "Let me make you feel good."

Her fingers move in a rhythmic pattern, circling your clit as she continues to play with your entrance. You're so close, the pleasure building inside you, making it hard to think about anything but the way she feels against your skin.

As you moan, your hips begin to move in time with her fingers, seeking more contact. You feel yourself getting closer, the pleasure building inside you, and you arch your back off the bed, gasping. "I'm going to cum," you manage to choke out.

Yeji grins, leaning down to kiss you as you both feel the tension building. "Cum for me, baby," she whispers, her voice low and husky. "Let it out."

You feel your body tensing as you approach the edge, the pleasure coursing through you. You arch your back, crying out as you feel your muscles contract, your inner walls clenching around nothing as your orgasm crashes over you in a wave of intense release. Your body shudders, your vision blurs, and you let out a long, drawn-out moan as pleasure washes over you.

Yeji's fingers never stop moving, even as you come apart beneath her touch. She leans in, kissing you deeply, her tongue tracing the shape of your lips as your hips continue to move in rhythm with her fingers. When you finally begin to steady, she pulls her fingers away, licking them clean as she watches you, your chest still heaving.

Her hand finds its way back to your thigh, gently rubbing the sensitive skin there as she smiles at you. "You feel so good," she whispers, her voice low and sultry. "I could do this forever."

You feel a surge of heat in your core at her words, and you arch your back, pressing yourself further into the bed beneath her. "Do it," you breathe, your voice barely more than a whisper. "Please."

Yeji grins, and before you know it, she's positioning herself between your legs. The head of her cock nudges against your entrance, and you gasp as she pushes inside you. It's even tighter than before, but she doesn't slow down, thrusting deeper and deeper, her muscles flexing with each stroke.

She reaches down, her fingers curling around your clit, and begins to rub in a tight circle. "That's it, baby," she whispers, her breath hot against your ear. "Let it feel good."

The sensation is almost too much to bear, and you arch your back, moaning loudly. You feel so full of her, so stretched and sore in the best possible way. You try to move with her, to meet her thrusts, but she's too strong, too experienced. She's in complete control, and you can't help but surrender to her touch.

As you feel yourself building toward another orgasm, you glance over at Yeji, watching her as she watches you. Her eyes are dark and intense, her expression unreadable. But then, suddenly, she grins. "That's it, baby," she whispers, her voice husky. "Let it out."

And with that, she thrusts deeper, harder, faster, pushing you over the edge. You cry out, your body convulsing as pleasure washes over you in waves. Your inner muscles clench tight around Yeji's cock, milking her as you cum, and she growls, her hips bucking wildly.

It's almost too much. Your body feels like it's on fire, your mind reeling from the sensations. But somehow, it's perfect. As you come down from your high, you glance over at Yeji, who is just as sweaty and flushed as you are. Her eyes meet yours, and there's a look in them that you've never seen before. It's a mix of pride, lust, and something else you can't quite place.

You turn your attention to Yuna, who stands there, half naked and anger, her cock still hard against her stomach. You can't help but wonder what she must be thinking, seeing the two of you together like this. You wish you could ask her, but the words get caught in your throat.

Yuna shoves past you, throwing herself onto the bed. Her breath is ragged, her eyes darting between the two of you. "I can't believe you'd do this to me, Yeji," she spits. "You promised me."

Yeji chuckles, a cruel sound that makes your heart ache. "Oh, Yuna, you know I'm always the better fucker. It was easy." She watches you, a knowing glint in her eye. "But go ahead, be mad. It only makes it hotter."

You can't help but feel the heat in your cheeks as you lie there, your body still sore from the intense fucking you've just endured. You glance over at Yuna, wishing you could understand what she's feeling right now. Her eyes dart between the two of you, her expression a mix of anger and… something else. Longing, maybe.

Yeji chuckles again, her hand trailing down your chest and over your stomach. "Come on, Yuna, don't be such a sore loser. We all knew you couldn't keep up with me." She leans in close, her breath hot against your ear. "Besides, I think you liked it just as much as she did."

As Yeji's words sink in, you glance over at Yuna, whose face has turned an even deeper shade of red. Her eyes flick between the two of you, a mixture of anger and desire dancing in their depths. You can't help but feel a stirring in your loins as you watch her struggle with the conflicting emotions.

Yeji chuckles, her hand still tracing lazy circles on your hip. "See, Yuna? I told you she'd enjoy it. And look at her now, wanting more." She leans in closer, her lips brushing against your ear. "Why don't you give her what she wants, Yuna? Let her feel you inside."

As Yuna hesitates, you feel a surge of desire welling up inside you. You reach out, taking Yuna's cock in your hand and guiding it towards your opening. Cunt still slick from your earlier encounter, and she slides easily inside you. Her eyes meet yours as she begins to thrust, the familiar feeling of her inside you making you shudder with pleasure.

Yeji watches the two of you, a predatory grin playing across her lips. She straddles your chest, her weight pinning you to the bed as she lines up her cock with your mouth. With a sharp thrust, she sinks into your throat, choking you with the thickness of her arousal. Your eyes water, but you don't resist as she begins to fuck your face, her hips slapping against your cheeks in rhythm.

Yuna steps closer, her hand tracing over your stomach, teasing at the sensitive flesh beneath your navel. She leans in, her lips brushing against your ear. "You're so beautiful like this," she whispers. "So full of Yeji's cum." Her fingers slide lower, teasing at the hairs around your entrance.

The feel of her touch sends a shiver through you, and you arch your hips into her touch. She smiles, her hand finding its way between your legs. Her fingers dance over your clit, and you let out a moan, your body tensing as the pleasure washes over you.

Yeji watches you with a satisfied grin, her hips still moving in time with the rhythm of your lover's touch. "Oh, you like that, Yuna?" she teases, her voice husky with desire. "You like making her feel good?"

As if in response, Yuna's hand presses more firmly against your clit, her fingers dancing faster. You arch your back, moaning loudly on Yeji's cock as the pleasure builds inside you.

"That's right," Yeji says, her hips beginning to move a bit faster in your mouth. "Let her feel it. Let her make you cum." She watches with a satisfied smile as you writhe on Yuna's cock.

Yuna's cock goes faster, her thumb pressing firmly against your clit as she brings you closer and closer to the edge. You feel your body tensing, your muscles clenching in anticipation of the release that's building inside you.

"Yes," Yeji growls, her hips slamming into your mouth as she feels herself beginning to lose control. "Let her make you cum. Show her how good it feels."

Yuna's thrusts become more urgent, her body shuddering as she nears her own release. You feel her fingers dig deeper into your flesh, her thumb rubbing circles around your clit as she drives herself deeper inside you. The sensation is exquisite, the pressure building and building until you feel like you're about to explode.

Yeji watches you with a look of pride and possession, her hips undulating as she rides your face. Her moans fill the room, her pleasure clear in the way she arches her back and throws her head back in ecstasy. Her juices coat your tongue, and you can't help but taste her on your lips as you suck her cock, wanting to savor every last drop.

Yuna's thrusts are unrelenting, her body moving in perfect sync with her lover's rhythm. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and her eyes are half-closed as she focuses on the sensations coursing through her. Her free hand reaches down, teasing at her clit, her fingers moving in a blur as she nears her own release.

You feel your body tensing, your muscles tightening as your orgasm builds inside you. The pressure is intense, almost painful, but in the best possible way. You grip the sheets, arching your back as your hips buck upward, meeting Yuna's thrusts with equal force.

Yuna's cries fill the air, her body shuddering as she reaches her climax. Her juices spill over you, coating your insides as she cums deep inside you. She collapses on top of you, their weight pinning you to the bed, her chest heaving as she catches her breath.

You feel your own energy waning, your limbs growing heavy and weak. But just as you begin to drift off, you feel Yeji's strong hands on your hips, pulling you to your feet. "Come on," she says, her voice husky with desire. "Time for a shower."

Yuna giggles, her body still pressed against yours. "And maybe some more fun while we're at it," she adds with a sultry smile. You let them lead you to the bathroom, your legs wobbly from the aftereffects of your intense lovemaking.

[pupyuj]

gp itzy thoughts i beg cuz ur yuna one has me GIGGLING

i got you anon 😩😤😤 i personally view all of g!p itzy as subs (yes even ryujin don't fight me on this 🤭🤭) unless the scenario prompt is specific SO IT'S DOM READER TIME 😏 their names r color coded cuz some are longer than others i got a bit too into it 💀

that g!p yeji thought i posted a while ago is kinda perfect bcs it's just so her?? like to be so weak n pathetic when it comes to you :(( a little tease n baby is immediately rock hard, weakly asking for you to stop messing with her but secretly wanting for you to just,, ride her already 😭😭😭 she definitely likes being forced into having sex in like, public spaces 🤭 like she's saying "no stop (y/n) we can'tttt there's people here :((" but then why is she eagerly pounding into you while she's holding you up against the mirror in a changing room?? why isn't she doing anything other than sitting there n letting you jerk her off while you're in the movie theatre??? 🫢

lia's never beating the pillow princess allegations to me, even when she has a dick 🫡🫡 you're so pretty to her that she just wants to sit back and watch you do whatever you want to her with her cock :(( which ties into her voyeurism bcs she definitely gets off to the sight of you playing w your pussy in front of her,,, and n also in front of the mirror but like you're giving her a handjob n whispering dirty and borderline mean shit to her ear it gets her sooo horny you have no idea 😭😭😭 n she loves when u give her head bcs she can just look at your pretty face taking in her cock, she gets so proud :( big on praises during those moments but ultimately she's a slut for you 🫣

ryujin is kind of the tsundere-ish, pissy pants, big pride = big dick girl who hates being teased and played with but unfortunately you're a fucking brat 🤭 you're always groping her cock while people are around (they never notice), telling her things in her ear, wearing revealing clothing to rile her up, being touchy w people... but see, even if that makes ryujin pissed as hell she will not like, grab you and ruin you— no, that's what you do to her 👀 coming home from a party after flirting w the entire fucking house n ryujin is soooo mad 😭 like she's huffing, arms crossed and glaring at you while sitting on the bed as you're talking like nothing happened.. then you notice that look in her face n you laugh at her, making her even more mad 😭😭 but then you stand in between her legs and make her look up at you.. suddenly her eyes were the same as a puppy's?? like glossy and pleading while you're talking to her like, "d'you get jealous of that guy? c'mon, ryu, you know i only want your cock..." and "want me to prove it?" then she's nodding w a pout 🥺🥺🥺

making ryujin lay down on the bed to give her the best head of her life, one that pushes her to tears and has her seeing stars 🫠🫠 by the time you're riding her, she's crying bcs you feel so fucking good, like she's in literal disbelief over it 😩 sometimes the pleasure gets too much that ryujin will be so lost in her head while you're forcing orgasms out of her, but you're there to keep her grounded 🤭 leaning down to kiss her just to keep her eyes open and saying, "s-see, ryu?? fuck... i only want you..." she never doubted you ever again, but that didnt rlly stop you from just pissing her off anyway 😭

chaeryeong's reputation ain't the greatest bcs of her permanent rbf but that's what u love about her :( bcs she looks like this mean bitch who could kill anyone that thinks to approach you in a way she doesn't but u know how she is behind closed doors :(( she's your whiny baby who hides her face whenever you're touching her dick 😔 she's big on mommy kink and she's super polite 🥺🥺 always using 'please' whenever she wants to do something to you, or asking for your permission before coming she's the cutest 💔💔 and she looooves the collar + leash combo while fucking you from behind 😵‍💫 you pulling on the leash to bring her down, telling her to fuck you harder n then she's moaning "mommy!" in your ear the closer she gets to coming it makes her feel crazyy 😩

yuna is the type that can't keep her hands or her dick off of you 😭😭 she's always touching you and finds all the ways to feel your ass on her cock whether by sitting you down on her lap or hugging you from behind 😵‍💫 quickies happen a lot bcs again, she's just so addicted to the way your pussy clenches around her cock she literally cannot go a day without fucking you :(( so being apart from you is hard, sex wise!!!! she gets so pouty n she complains a lot,,, sends you photos and videos while you're away, and PHONE SEX!!!!! but it's never enoughhhh 😔😔 when you come back however.. be prepared for an entire day of fucking bcs yuna will literally not let you go anywhere once you're back with her 😭 yuna immediately pulling you to the bedroom as soon as you step inside her house :(( undressing you swiftly, pulling you to her lap to have you ride her cock for god knows how long 😵‍💫😵‍💫 her cum filling you up for hours but neither of you stopping bcs her cock and your pussy are just.. the perfect match 😔😚😚

[insomniakisses]

Happy Birthday Yuna 💖

Pairing: Shin Yuna (Itzy)

Reader: Gender Neutral, AFAB, Refered to as Unnie

Warnings/notes: Smut, nsfw content, MINORS DNI, CIS HETS DNI, alpha yuna, She has a cock, omegaverse, omegareader, creampie, p in v sex, jerking, mentions of breeding, possible unnie kink

The soft whimpers and gentle humping against your leg woke you up. Groaning you turned over only to hear a soft quiet whine and a needy “unnie please” from the maknae. Your eyes shot open and you see yuna pouting and shifting uncomfortably as her cock strains in her pants gentle whines escaping her parted lips and her cheeks all flushed.

“Yuna baby whats wrong hmm?” You coo cupping her face but she just shakes her head whining. “Its too much, hurts!” She eagerly pulls at her shorts silently begging you for help.

You coo pulling off her boxers and your shorts jerking her softly as she whines and moans against your neck. When you feel her breathing speed up and her cock start twitching you stop, pulling her into a kiss and rolling her onto of you carefully moaning when her dick brushes against your core.

Shes blushing now cock painfully hard and her mouth parted eyes wide with blown out pupils. “You wanna fuck me baby? Hmm wanna fuck unnie full of cum?” She nods so fast griping your hips and pushing in moaning and gasping at the wet tight heat around her.

Your mouth falls slack at her size shes heavy and thick in your pussy pushing in so eagerly u throw your head back, she takes this as an opportunity to place soft kisses on your neck. As she starts thrusting however her kisses get more heated and turn more into bites than anything else.

You moan loudly cupping the back of her head pulling her closer to your neck and her bites get harder at this throaty groans escaping against your skin. Her thrusting picks up and her hips move on instinct fucking deep again and again her cock drooling pre with every thrust until shes screaming “unnie” and slamming balls deep shooting robes of hot cum inside you. You feel her balls twitch and throb against u and it send you over the edge thinking of how your sweet maknae is breeding you deep filling you with her thick creamy cum and moaning your name.

Its not long before shes moving again your name falling from her lips like a mantra as she trails hot open mouth kisses down to your chest. Latching onto a nipple she sucks gently running her tongue against the bud and barely nipping it before sucking once more.

U moan her name, grinding uo into her as you feel her knot forming and your own orgasm bearing. You know she wont push in herself young alphas never do. Especially not on their first try so as her thrusts get sloppy and her whines louder you wrap your legs around her popping her knot for her and cumming hard around her. Her cock throbbing and balls clenching in sink with the pulsating of your walls your juices dripping down her cock as she fills you with another load. This one seeming bugger and thicker but still very hot.

She collapses then nuzzling her face deep into your neck a satisfied smile on her face. “Mm, thank you unnie” she mumbles sleepily into your neck. Falling asleep soon after as you rub her back and kiss her shoulder, her cock filling you load after load. You just smile to yourself kissing her head saying “happy birthday yuna”.

I CANT BELIVE BABYS ALL GROWN UP 😭

[httpsryu]

my teddy bear

pairing: shin yuna x fem itzy!reader

summary: yuna is always used to seeing her girlfriend in cute, oversized clothes ever since debut

genre: fluff

a/n: i wasn't sure if you wanted y/n to be a member of itzy but i hope this will do!

Yuna rolls around in her bed, grumbling at the fact that they have to practice today for the upcoming comeback. She lazily rubs her eyes before reaching for her phone on top of her dresser. Opening her phone which shows a lockscreen of her and her girlfriend, resulting in a small smile on her face before realizing the time.

"8:40?? I'm late!" She rushes out of bed, dreading at the fact that Yeji might kill her if she doesn't arrive at the practice room at 9.

OMG OMG OMG! Why didn't anyone tell her? (all 5 of them did, she totally didn't brush it off or anything.)

Running to the bathroom in a hurry, she grabs her toothbrush and smother it with toothpaste before frantically rushing back to her room while scattering through her closet for something to wear.

GREAT! The one day where she woke up late, her clothes are all still in the washer.

With a weird noise coming from her, she takes a hairtie and uses it to tie her pajama shirt into a crop top. "This'll have to do for now, I don't have time for this."

Running back into the bathroom, Yuna spits out the toothpaste and gargles her mouth quickly with water before entering her room to grab her phone and leave the dorm.

Thank goodness her beautiful girlfriend has a pair of extra sneakers in the lockers.

Everyone in the practice room waits for Yeji while you constantly check on your phone for a text from Yuna. It's already 9:05 already and the members persuaded Yeji to grab a coffee because the cat eyed leader was continuously yawning upon arriving at practice.

You let out another sigh while dropping your phone besides you on the ground.

"Still no text?" Ryujin asks, prompting you to shake your head with a pout.

Ryujin and you are currently stretching while Jisu and Chaeryeong lie on the couch while scrolling timelessly on their phones.

"Hmm, I see Yuna hasn't arrived yet." Yeji announces from the front of the room, standing at the foot of the door with coffee.

Everyone halts with what they were doing, Jisu and Chaeryeong sits up and stands up from the couch while Ryujin and you stand up as well. All members look at their leader and with concern for Yuna in their heads; most importantly, you.

"She texted me that she was on her way." You speak up, clasping your hands together.

Ryujin snaps her head towards you before looking back at Yeji. "Yeah. She'll be here soon."

"Gosh! She's always late." Yeji huffs in frustration, walking to set her coffee on the table in the back of the practice room.

You peer over to Ryujin, signaling her to comfort the cat eyed leader in hopes of an easy practice.

"What? Why me?"

"She's your girlfriend, genius."

The short-haired female throws her head back while groaning before rushing shortly to Yeji. "Babe, you're stressing yourself out as usual. Yuna will get here and it'll all be okay."

"If she doesn't get here in 5 minutes, we'll start without her."

Chaeryeong hums in agreement while Jisu mutters a "she's probably having one of those days."

"I just know we're going all out from the beginning." The fox-resemblance female softly mutters to both Jisu and you. "All because of Yuna."

The freshly dyed blonde-haired turns to you. "How come you have no clue on your girlfriend's whereabouts? Why aren't you coming with her to practice?"

If only it was that easy to get Shin Yuna out of bed.

"Every morning, I wake her up more than three times!" You defend yourself. "Today was ten times and each time, she told me to not worry about it."

Chaeryeong tsks in a disapproving matter. "Let's hope Ryujin is able to calm down our leader."

With only a small noise of agreement coming from your mouth, you whip out your phone for the last time to check if you've gotten anything from your girlfriend. Seeing an empty screen, you could only sigh before putting the device away.

"OK! I gave her 6 minutes and she's not here!" Yeji claps her hands to get everyone's attention. "We'll start from the top! Everyone get in positions."

With all the members obeying the eldest's words, you quickly take off your quarter zip up which reveals an Adidas sleeveless crop top.

The outfit combination for today consists of low waisted gray sweatshorts and the sleeveless top which perfectly enhances your toned abs that you've recently worked out tremendously for just for this comeback.

"Oh wow, Y/N!" Yeji winks at you through the reflection of the mirrors. "Look at your abs!"

Ryujin widens her eyes, rushing towards you. "You and I work out every time, how come I've never noticed this?"

"You're crazy, Y/N!" Jisu says with a glint in her eyes.

Chaeryeong comes up to you, pinching your abdomen. "You never wear revealing clothes."

"I ran out of my usual laundry!" You laugh at the sudden changed atmosphere in the room.

The leader also lets out a laugh. "If Yuna isn't here, we have Y/N's abs."

Shin Yuna usually is never THIS late. Frankly, she doesn't know how this happened?

Frantically panting as she rushes to push on all buttons on the elevators in the JYP building. While waiting for the doors to open, the black haired takes a second to catch her breath, placing her hands on her knees.

"Yeji is sooo going to have me working overkill." She mumbles to herself, feeling sweat dripping down her forehead at the idea of the cat-eyed leader but also from sprinting crazily from earlier.

The doors finally let out a ring, opening up shortly.

"What if I just don't go?" Yuna asks to herself, proceeding to walk in.

The door shuts slowly; has it always been this slow? Her hold on the strap on her bag tightens, waiting for the elevator to switch between floors now.

The second the doors starts opening again, Yuna could've sworn she heard her own breath hitch. The loud music coming from a specific practice room already becoming a loud knock to the female.

With heavy steps full of precision yet cowardice, the tall female arrives at her designated place in a matter of a few seconds.

Curse herself for being so damn tall.

Standing right in front of the closed door, Yuna shuts her eyes to inhale and exhale.

Here goes nothing. Besides, the expected overkill.

"Hi. I'msosorrythatIwaslate. Ihonestlydon'tknowhowithappened." Yuna speaks immediately upon opening the door widely.

Now, Yuna wouldn't exactly call herself whipped for you or anything but instead of looking at the eldest member, her eyes immediately goes straight to you.

WOW.

"You're late." Yeji tries to say with a stern voice but failing after seeing the way Yuna is looking at you.

The black haired female lets out a nod, still mesmerized from how amazing you look while dancing to Kill Shot.

It was a rule enforced by the members that if anyone is getting scolded, the others will continue dancing so that way practice won't be as late when it ends.

"We're about to have lunch soon, just stand at the back for now, Yuna-ah." The leader could only say gently before turning back.

Yuna forces to break her eyes away from her girlfriend, pout slightly evident on her mouth while taking her bag off from her shoulder and setting it down on the couch.

"Okay! That was good." Yeji claps, smiling like the innocent leader she is. "How about we take a lunch break?"

Everyone lets out a satisfied sound, Ryujin rushing over to Yeji's side while Jisu and Chaeryeong lets out a gag before leaving the room.

"Babe!" Your eyes lit up at Yuna, running to her.

Yuna opens her arms as usual to hold you. "Hey baby."

"What's wrong?" You ask, slightly letting go to see more of your girlfriend's face.

The taller can only let out a sigh, still pouting. "How come you've never wore clothes like these in front of me? I have to find out you have this beautiful body during practice? And on the day I was late!"

You could only giggle at Yuna's behavior, placing a chaste kiss on her chin. "I was low on laundry and only had these."

The older lets out a hum before resting her head down into the crook of your neck. "You look beautiful so I'll let you off the hook this time."

"You do?" Wrapping your arms back around Yuna.

Yuna hums again. "Even with those toned abs, you'll always be my teddy bear."

hehe; this was cute to write

[perfectsunlight]

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𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: toxic!yuna, 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽𝘀, 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗮 (reader is a grade below yuna)

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 7,829

𝗌𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌: 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾: 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗎𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍, 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗍 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋?

“she’s doing it again.” 

kazuha’s chin motioned in the direction behind you, earning an eyeroll from you. it didn’t take a genius to figure out who she was talking about. you could practically feel your girlfriend’s burning gaze from where you sat under the tree. 

it was the first day of second semester, and your girlfriend, shin yuna, was already going to give you a headache.

with both you and yuna being upperclassmen, you knew she would want to spend more time with her friends since it was their last year together. however, you couldn’t help but feel as if you were left out of those plans.

your girlfriend was easily among the most popular faces in her grade, and if not, the entire school. she was the president of the student council, after all. she also was well aware of these facts, and took pride in her social status amongst her peers. yuna loved attention, but you honestly couldn’t blame her. she had always been used to being the center of it.

except, despite her popularity, she only had eyes for you. 

the two of you met two years ago, when you had first entered high school. on the first day of school, you and a few of the other freshmen were given a tour by none other than shin yuna herself. 

from that moment, you felt somewhat drawn to her. come to find out, she also sat next to you in a combined history class, where you two became study buddies since you were often paired up for school projects. ever since then, the rest was history. 

however, there was just one problem — yuna refused to interact with you during school. well, at least not publicly.

high school hierarchy was very, very important to yuna. her sister, shin ryujin, had graduated a year prior, and left some “shoes to fill” as your girlfriend would always say. you didn’t mind at first, since you didn’t really see her much anyway, except once you two got into your latter years, she would simply just ignore your presence entirely. 

it was necessary for her to keep her perfect “image”, after all she couldn’t be seen dating anyone – much less a girl. it wasn’t that your school wasn’t open minded, it was just the group of friends your lover had that held such judgemental ideologies. regardless, it would truly be the death of her if she failed in any school-related aspect, and that included the most important aspect to her: popularity.

this year meant a lot. senior year consisted of many things, like getting into universities, prom, senior superlatives, and most importantly, graduation. 

truth be told, ever since the year before, there had been one small rumor going around about the two of you possibly being together. after yuna won the council elections and ended up becoming student council president, she knew that she couldn’t let anything ruin her image. it was what led yuna to making the decision that would stand for the current school year: she was not going to be seen with you at all.

yuna knew she couldn’t let the potential relationship rumors ruin anything, which made her choose the path of least resistance. she couldn’t have any rumors about the two of you circulating if you were never seen together, which made her job of keeping a “clean slate” much easier.

ryujin had gotten into one of the most prestigious overseas universities in america, and yuna wanted nothing more than to follow in her footsteps. in order to do that, she needed to keep her reputation and record spotless. she didn’t want anything, not even any mere rumors, ruining her future.

naturally, it was quite annoying, because the same woman who was ignoring you would also be the one to burn holes into the back of your head whenever she got the chance; like now, for example.

“let her, she won’t do anything anyway.” you said casually, earning a look from kazuha as she leaned back on her hands. “if looks could kill, you would be dead about 5 times already.” she snickered as you threw a small pebble at her.

from where your best friend sat, she had a clear view of the lunch table that occupied your girlfriend and her friends. yuna had a lot of friends, but her closest ones were the ones who she really hung out with. 

first there was yeji. yeji was the student council vice president and she was one of the few real friends that yuna had that you actually liked. the cat-like woman often spent her days booked and busy, but she also helped yuna stay in check, which was nice. yeji and yuna have lived next door to each other since they were in elementary school, and yeji’s older brother, hwang hyunjin, graduated last year with yuna’s sister. you could tell that yeji was like a sister to your girlfriend.

then there was chaeryoung. if you didn’t know her, you would assume she was just some shy girl who was a hermit. except everyone who actually knew her, knew that this girl was a dancing prodigy. she was also captain of the competitive dance team, and from the rumors say, she was terrifying when upset. chaeryoung was nice, but only if she needed something from you. other than that, everyone knew to steer clear of her if she was upset with someone. 

finally, there was jisu, but everyone called her lia. she was the secretary of the student council, and was often seen following yeji everywhere. both you and yuna swear that she’s got a crush on the cat eyed girl, but neither of you would ever dare to ask anything about it. lia was actually pretty bitchy 75% of the time, but her older brother, choi yeonjun, was exactly the same way. one can assume it’s just in their genes to seem so self absorbed, but no one expected anything different from either of the choi siblings.

your girlfriend’s group of friends were quite the accustomed taste, but you knew that the shin yuna at school was completely different than the shin yuna who would sneak in through your bedroom window at 2 in the morning because she just wanted a goodnight kiss. however, ever since the start of the semester, it seemed to you that your girlfriend was slowly turning into someone she wasn’t. then again, she was practically living a double life every day.

“it really looks like she’s going to burn you into the ground.” yunjin snickered, earning a nod from the japanese girl next to her. a small pout formed on your lips, but before you could answer, the japanese girl responded. a groan escaped kazuha’s lips as she looked over at yuna, narrowing her eyes slightly. “what do you even see in her, y/n/n?”

unlike yuna, your best friends knew about your relationship. however, that didn’t mean they were her biggest fans.

you poked your tongue from inside your cheek, trying your best to not feel guilty about being with yuna. 

fortunately, you were saved from answering the horrendous question by the bell. it rang and echoed throughout the courtyard, signaling the end of your lunch period. you stood and helped kazuha stand up from the grass, only for yunjin to push her back into the ground.

the three of you spent a solid minute laughing at what yunjin had done, not noticing the disapproving stares that your girlfriend and her friends were giving you as they walked by.

eventually, the three of you made your way up the steps and inside the building. the hall traffic flowed as usual, everyone going to their designated classrooms. kazuha had a different class, so after bidding the ballet dancer farewell, you and yunjin made your way to your classroom.

on the way there, you passed by yuna and her friends. the two of you made eye contact for a brief moment. her features seemed neutral, despite her spending the entirety of last hour burning holes into the back of your head. perhaps she thought you didn’t notice.

it wasn’t until a sharp push from the other side of you caused you to trip and fall. you could hear the yells of a few apologies go by as a few freshman boys ran past everyone. yunjin was by your side immediately, helping you up as she shot yuna a harsh glare. however, as she helped you up, you noticed the balled fists of the dark haired girl. 

she had to stop herself from helping you.

yuna’s eyes seemed to express her concern for you as she scanned your body all over while you stood up. you flashed her a reassuring glance before yunjin dragged you away to class. 

eventually, you got to class and endured the boring lesson being taught. it was only the first day and yet it seemed as if your teachers had given out a week’s worth of assignments already. however, since you and yunjin barely made it inside the room as the bell rang, you two couldn’t sit next to each other. 

the girl who sat next to you must have been a new student considering you had never seen her around before. she seemed to pay attention way more than you did, but that didn’t matter. because you couldn’t help but admire how pretty this new girl was, she looked like a model. 

once the period ended, you began packing your things into your bag, but before you even stood up, you felt a tap on your right shoulder.

you were met with coffee-colored eyes and one of the softest smiles you’d ever seen. “sorry, i hope this doesn’t sound weird, but i’m new here, and i was wondering if you could tell me when the council elections are.” 

confusion laced your features, “im sorry?” you asked gently.

the girl chuckled softly and pointed at the picture on the back of your phone case, which was one of the stickers from last yea’s elections. the bright blue “vote for yuna!” sticker was something your girlfriend insisted on having you carry around during that time. 

you had actually forgotten it was still there until this new classmate of yours pointed it out.

 “i mean, unless you don’t, and you just carry a random election sticker around everywhere.” your eyes met hers once more, a smile still gracing her face.

“oh,” you chuckled. “the process starts in about a week, but it runs until the actual election which is the week before graduation.” 

the brunette nodded at your answer before shaking her head. “i’m sorry if this seems a bit random, you don’t even know me, so hopefully this isn’t too awkward.” 

you shot her a reassuring smile, “no worries, it’s alright.” you stuck your hand out for hers to shake. “l/n y/n, nice to meet you.”

her hand met yours in a firm handshake, that smile never leaving her face, and you couldn’t help but want to know more about this girl who seemed to notice everything.

“ahn yujin, its nice to meet you too.”

-

“how long did it take for you to not get lost around here?” the taller girl asked as the two of you walked to your next class. your smile met your eyes as you looked away from her and began walking up the steps. with a quick glance at her, you sent her a quick smile. “i actually got a tour guide from one of the sophomores my first day of freshman year. she helped me find everything.”

ahn yujin mirrored your smile. “how nice of you to do the same for me, i feel honored.”

“what brings you here anyway? you transferred in the middle of the year.” you inquired, curious as to what her story was. the two of you reached the top of the stairs and continued walking down the crowded hallway. two lanes of traffic formed, allowing the two of you to slip into the sea of bodies easily.

“well, my parents bought a house on this side of town during winter break. they figured it would be easier to go to school on this side of town instead of my old school, which is now like 45 minutes away.” she answered as you opened the door to the classroom. 

the two of you took your seats next to each other and were so immersed in your conversation that you didn’t notice yuna walking right passed the open door.

the raven haired girl halted and backtracked to catch a glimpse of the two of you sitting at the front of the room. her brows furrowed at the sight, but she chose to ignore it for now as she made her way to her own classroom. 

she made a mental note to bring it up to you later, of course. even though yuna was never directly interacting with you, she made sure to always keep an eye on you throughout the school day. you were her still girlfriend, and she needed to make sure her lover was always doing okay.

one of the many perks of being the student council president was the numerous amount of connections yuna had. everyone knew shin yuna, that was a no brainer. what mattered was how much yuna knew about everyone else: and to be quite honest, yuna knew everything.

which was why she was a bit confused when she saw some random new girl sitting next to you in class. sure, it was the first day, but she already knew the people in your grade. she found it a bit odd that she didn’t hear about this new girl, especially since it was not common to transfer schools in the middle of the year.

yuna’s hand turned the knob to the door of the student council room before she stepped inside. she then noticed that lia was looking through some of the class rosters. 

“hey jisu?” she called out as she moved to take her seat at the biggest desk in the room. the wooden plaque with her name engraved into it made it obvious whose desk it was. it also often served as a daily reminder for her to remember her reputation.

“yes, yuna?”

yuna’s midnight eyes narrowed at the other girl as she raised an eyebrow at her. the brunette’s eyes rolled in response before she corrected her previous statement.

“yes, president?”

a smug smirk made its way onto her face. yuna loved holding this position of power and influence, but what she loved even more was the way she could one up every single one of her friends. 

“could you hand me the junior year roster?”

the secretary complied, making sure to hand the papers to yuna instead of throwing them on her desk like she had the urge to. lia was friends with the girl, but she hated how cocky the younger shin was. 

yuna’s eyes roamed the pages for over an hour and a half, scanning through all the names until she had finally found the one that wasn’t familiar to her at all. 

“ahn yujin,” she murmured to herself before checking the time on her phone. you were in study hall right now. she wondered if ahn yujin was there with you. was she talking to you? was she asking if you were free later?

each of these thoughts made her more and more upset. however, just as she was about to pick her phone up to text you, the door to the council office opened.

“oh, hi y/n.” 

jisu greeted you with a smile before looking over at yujin next to you. “you’re the new student, right?” yujin shot her a nod in reply.

yuna’s legs crossed as she leaned forward on her desk, clearly making it obvious that she was also listening to this conversation. after all, there wasn’t a wall, yuna could clearly see you and vice versa.

however, you seemed to not even spare her a second glance. or even a first glance, for that matter. 

“what brings you both to the council office?” lia asked as she folded her hands behind her back. 

“do you still have an open spot on the registration list for the upcoming council elections?” you asked with a sweet smile, and yuna couldn’t help but let the corners of her lips turn upwards. she had been trying to get you to run for council ever since you began dating. she wanted to spend more time with you, but even though you were going to be running for next year’s elections, she felt comfortable if the legacy she was leaving would be continued by the love of her life.

“we do actually, there’s one final spot left.” jisu handed you the clipboard with one final opening at the bottom. with a smile you handed it to yujin, who began writing her name on the list.

yuna’s smile quickly disappeared. it wasn’t you running for an office position. it was yujin.

“thank you,” yujin took the clipboard and handed it back to lia. the secretary turned to look back at yuna, who had her classic stoic mask-like expression. “the registration list is full, president.”

shin yuna only nodded, her attention moving back to the class roster lists on her desk. however, just before you and yujin slipped through the door, her eyes met yours.

you tore your gaze away from hers once yujin said something that made you laugh, and the door shut behind you after that. 

she thought this semester was going to be a breeze, but it turns out that it's definitely going to be an interesting ride along the way.

it was around 8 in the evening when you heard pebbles being gently thrown at your window. you got up from your bed and opened the curtains to open it. there, on the ground below, was yuna.

“can i come up?” she asked, a smile on her face that you seemed to mirror. using your towel next to your desk, you dropped it down for her to use as a climbing rope to help pull herself up while she climbed the wall to your house.

fortunately, yuna was tall enough to make a short climb from the tree next to your room to the mantle of the bedroom window. 

once yuna was inside, she closed the window behind her before wrapping her arms around you. 

“someone’s clingy today.” you commented, earning a huff from the taller girl. yuna was usually only really affectionate like this whenever she was stressed, drunk, or really tired. you figured it was the latter.

“am i not allowed to hug my girlfriend?” she murmured into your hair while her hands snaked under your shirt, gently drumming patterns on your skin. 

you snickered, “yeah, not during school hours.” your comment caught her off guard, and you didn’t realize it, but yuna felt the small pang in her chest from your words. the two of you had numerous arguments about her ignoring you during school, but you were at the point in your relationship where nothing new could be said about it.

“speaking of school,” she quickly shrugged off the feeling in her chest. “what’s with that new girl? i saw her name on the list.”

“oh, yujin?” she noticed the way your smile widened at the name. “she’s really cool, she just moved to this side of town. she actually lives not too far from us.” 

you turned around to face your girlfriend, noticing the all too familiar look in her eyes. “hey, are you listening to me?” 

her attention never wavered from your lips as she leaned in to kiss you. her lips met yours in a soft-natured, but assertive kiss. yuna needed to feel some sort of reassurance, and your lips always granted her such comfort.

“i don’t want her near you.” she murmured against your lips, holding your waist in her hands as she backed you towards your bed. a scoff escaped your lips as you looked up at her. 

“so i can’t have friends anymore?” you challenged playfully, not taking yuna’s jealous comments as empty threats. however, you didn’t know it, but yuna’s threats were anything but empty. 

“you can have friends,” she said while she brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear before she grabbed your chin with the same hand. she forced you to look at her dead in the eyes before she spoke in a low voice barely above a whisper.

“but just not her, sweetheart.”

you should have known that after that night, yuna would be keeping an even closer eye on you. it seemed like wherever you went, and whatever you did, yuna always knew about it. she didn’t even need to make it obvious either, as a matter of fact, she simply passed her actions off as “monitoring the friends of the candidates for the elections.”

yuna knew you and yujin still hung out, there wasn’t anything she could do like move your classrooms and courses since you were both in the same grade and had practically identical schedules. it made the youngest shin sibling frustrated because no matter what she did to try and scare yujin away, it never worked.

from random sticky notes in her locker that said “i'm watching you” to having her friends “accidentally” bump into her in the hallways. at this point, she didn’t know if yujin was just oblivious, or if she was flat out playing dumb.

however, shin yuna was not about to let just anyone become student council president after her. she didn’t want someone like ahn yujin to take her place after graduation. the legacy of the council would just be tarnished. whether it took her a week, or a month, yuna would make sure that yujin knew her place in this school.

besides, with the election race beginning, yuna had one final card to play: sabotage.

“yujin, don’t you think it’s a bit uneven?” 

you asked as you began stapling one of her posters on the wall. you had agreed to help your friend hang up her advertisements for the election, but you underestimated just how many of these she wanted to have.

“no, it looks fine, trust me.” she helped you hold the remaining 5 posters as you followed her down the corridor, both of you looking for possible places to put them up.

“your first speech is in a few hours, do you feel nervous?” you asked the taller girl. yujin smiled at you, raising an eyebrow at you. “nervous? the one who should feel nervous is your girlfriend.” 

you had told yujin about your relationship with yuna since you wanted to prepare the girl for any potential run ins she may have with yuna. except, yujin didn’t seem to be scared of yuna or her posse in the slightest. 

“yah, don’t joke about that.” you teased, earning a playful nudge from the brunette beside you. “don’t worry about me so much. i can handle it.” yujin’s hand squeezed your shoulder before she pointed out a spot to fill with a poster.

once you two finished hanging all of them, the both of you made your way to the auditorium where the candidates were going to give their introduction speeches. you followed yujin up to the doors backstage, making sure she got to the stage at least without any issues from a certain reigning president.

“good luck, yujin. you got this.” you gave her a quick hug, truly excited to see your friend take her seat on stage and pitch herself to the student body. yujin was definitely a natural born leader, and you had figured that if anyone would be best fit to take up the mantle of student council president, it was definitely her.

“thank you, y/n/n.” yujin grinned and gave you a reassuring shove. “don’t worry so much, yuna doesn’t scare me.” 

as if it was on queue, a teacher poked his head out and called for yujin to come backstage. you both waved farewell, and you turned to walk back to the auditorium. however, once you turned the corner, you ran straight into someone you practically never run into.

“woah,” you put a hand on your chest before looking around to make sure no one else was around. “yuna, you scared me.” 

the taller girl tilted her head to the side, arms folded against her chest as she leaned her face inches away from yours. 

“yuna doesn’t scare me,” she mocked, and in that moment you realized she had been eavesdropping. a scowl formed on her usually stoic face before she continued. “what the fuck was that about, y/n?” 

your eyes narrowed as you tried to move past her. the last thing you wanted to do was start an argument in the hallway backstage. you definitely didn’t want to give yuna even more of a reason to try and do something stupid. 

“i’m not doing this here, yuna.”

the taller girl grabbed you by the arm before you could even take another step past her. she then leaned over to whisper in your ear, looking over your shoulder to make sure that no one else would be coming down the corridor.

“meet me in the stage storage room in ten minutes.”

once yuna let you go, and once you managed to slip out of the assembly, you found yourself walking into the storage closet behind the stage stairwell. to your surprise, yuna was already in there, arms folded and looking as stoic as ever. 

you pulled the door shut behind you before locking it, then turned to face your girlfriend. to be honest, you were still very upset with her. it wasn’t like yuna to get like this, especially during school hours. for all you knew, yuna could have cared less about whatever you did or who you hung out with. little did you know, yuna cared a lot more than you realized.

“what was yujin talking about?”

“always quick to the point, aren’t you?” you scoffed, knowing better than anyone that your girlfriend rarely ever beat around the bush with things. 

yuna poked the inside of her cheek with her tongue as she noticed the pin that adorned your uniform jacket. she motioned with her head towards it, “that’s against school standards.”

confusion laced your facial features, but then you realized what she was talking about. you had been wearing one of yujin’s “vote for yujin!” pins in support of your friend. 

another scoff left your lips, knowing full well how yuna had her wearing all of her pins, stickers, and bracelets. you had been a walking advertisement at one point, so why was she trying to use the rule book against you?

“i did the same thing for you,” you hissed, already tired of yuna’s childish behavior. “i am supporting my friend, who i think will make an outstanding president.”

yuna took a step forward, but you didn’t move from your position in the center of the room. similar to earlier, yuna’s head dipped to your ear. “you’re supporting your friend huh?” she let out a sarcastic snicker. “because it sounds to me like she’s definitely more than that.”

your jaw dropped as you turned to stare at her in disbelief. your girlfriend thought you were cheating on her. to be quite honest, you sometimes thought it was yuna cheating on you at some points. despite her avoiding you for the past year during school, you were well aware of the many people who openly admitted their feelings for your girlfriend.

“what on earth makes you think that i would do that?” sarcasm dripped from your lips, glaring at yuna with a newfound sense of anger. after all the times you were not able to go up and claim yuna as yours when people flirted with her, all those times you had to sit and listen to people oogle her, and yet she was accusing you of being unfaithful?

“well, when someone openly says that they’re not scared of their girlfriend, it only seems fitting.” the president growled, slightly upset that you didn’t immediately deny the allegation she threw at you. 

“so you were eavesdropping?” you argued back, earning an eye roll from the black haired girl. yuna was growing impatient. she knew she would need to say some closing remarks at the end of the candidate speeches, so she knew she had to make this conversation wrap up quickly. 

“stop changing the topic, y/n. if you have something going on with yujin, just fucking tell me.”

your shoulders slacked, already upset that your argument with your girlfriend was making you miss your friend’s speech. you promised yujin you would be there to hear it, even though you spent hours helping her practice during lunch and study hall. your girlfriend was accusing you of cheating, and at that moment, you felt overwhelmed. you and yuna had been arguing a lot about yujin lately, but her accusing you of cheating finally pushed you over the edge. 

“i can’t do this anymore, i’m done.” 

the anger practically drained from yuna’s face once your words rang in her ears. this was not how she pictured this meeting to go. she began fearing for the worst as she watched you turn to leave. 

“wait, wait, wait,” she quickly reached out to grab your wrist, the action making you look at her with annoyance. 

“what do you want, yuna? i’m tired of this.”

yuna’s heart raced in her chest. she refused to believe that you were trying to walk out on her. she immediately regretted following you and yujin earlier. all she wanted was some reassurance from you, but her own emotions got the best of her.

“you don’t mean that, right?” she whispered, her own voice trying to not waiver when she spoke. 

as you looked up at her, you could see the inner turmoil going on behind her eyes. you loved yuna, more than anything in the world, but you couldn’t keep arguing with her about one of your good friends.

 you needed to put some space in between you and yuna, so you did just that.

“we need a break.”

it had been around a month since you and yuna started your break. she still sent you “good morning” and “good night” texts, along with a few “thinking of you” messages here and there. you replied to maybe 30% of her messages, but you made sure to at least text her once a day just to make sure she wouldn’t go hunting the school grounds for you.

ever since the first round of elections happened after the speeches, only 3 candidates remained in the final running for student council president. so far, yujin was favored to win, which couldn’t have made you prouder.

on the other hand, yuna could not have been more aggravated about it. she often saw quick glances at you at lunch or in the halls, and you two were always attached at the hip. it almost made her explode when you had introduced yujin to yunjin and kazuha at lunch for the first time. 

she was jealous of the way you appeared to be perfectly fine, meanwhile she spent her days scowling and longing for you. she wouldn’t dare tell to admit it, but ryujin had walked in on her crying on one or two occasions because she missed you so much. it ended up with ryujin taking yuna’s phone every night to make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid. 

however, there was the upcoming school prom. juniors and seniors alike were only allowed to attend, and yuna wanted to use council as an excuse to go to the event without a date. she wanted to take you, she truly did, but once again her pride in her image refused to let up. she knew it was her last year too, which only gave her more of a reason to want and take you, but she couldn’t risk it.

she was content with being stuck on council duties for the night, and she was mentally preparing herself for a night full of separating horny teenagers and kicking people out for sneaking alcohol in. 

that all changed the moment she watched you walk into the auditorium with yujin on your arm. her jaw physically dropped, and the red solo cup in her hand was crushed in her hands. she noticed yunjin and kazuha following behind you two before the four of you disappeared into the crowd of people. 

the entire night, you knew yuna’s eyes were on you, but you refused to let yuna ruin your first prom. you’d know yuna’s burning gaze anywhere, considering it was all you got every day at school for the past year. 

“i’m going to go grab water, ill be right back!” she shouted over the music. you flashed her a thumbs up before being dragged into the dance circle by kazuha and yunjin. 

yujin walked towards the back table, where yuna’s eyes met her figure. she watched as the brunette’s hands slipped on the water, causing it to spill a little on her dress. as a result, yujin made her way towards to locker room bathroom, which was the closest to her.

what yujin didn’t know was that yuna had followed her in there, like a predator stalking its prey. 

truth be told, yuna didn’t know what came over her. her emotions were combined into one giant ball of a mess, and now that she finally had yujin, the girl who started all of this, finally cornered and alone? her body simply moved without any second thought. 

“you know, that’s against school standards.” yuna motioned towards the dress yujin was wearing. in all honesty, it was not against the school dress code. yuna just wanted to be nit picky. “you should really review the handbook if you want to be president.”

yujin’s hands stopped wiping the water with the paper towel in her hand to turn and face the current president. with a click of her tongue, she pointed a lazy finger in her face. 

“you know, in the articles pertaining to dress code, there’s a separate portion that mentions getting prom attire approved beforehand. which, was something i did.”

the junior girl snickered and threw the paper in the trash. “you know, you should probably brush up on the rules, president. after all, it seems pretty lazy of you to not remember the handbook.”

yuna was not the type of person to get physical, she actually rarely got physical with anyone unless it was her older sister. however, this situation was a bit different. she was tired of yujin trying to steal both her girl and her title. 

“stop fucking moving,” yuna seethed, holding yujin’s arms against the lockers behind. it wasn’t like her to get physical, after all, she did have a reputation to keep. 

she needed to reinstate some boundaries for yujin. clearly the latter didn’t understand personal space. or the fact that you were still yuna’s girl, despite the two of you being on a break. 

“what the fuck do you want, shin?” the other girl snapped, glaring at the raven haired girl spitefully. she was never scared of your girlfriend, even now. truth be told, yujin always respected yuna, especially since she was the current president,  but she drew the line at you.

yujin had heard stories from kazuha and yunjin, and needless to say she eventually grew to abhor the student council president.

 yuna’s eyes darkened, a bone chilling smirk forming on her lips as she leaned in closer to yujin, eyes never leaving hers before she lowly whispered.

“i either want you dead, or as far away from y/n as you possibly can be.”

a smirk slowly appeared on yujin’s face, mirroring the manic look that was ever apparent in the current president’s eyes.

“right back at you, shin.”

after prom ended, yuna had tried calling you several times, but you ignored most of them. truth be told, the break had been giving you clarity.  you loved yuna, more than anything in the world, but it was hard for you to sit there and be ignored on the daily basis while yuna prioritized her reputation.

it wasn’t until the final day of the elections, as well as the day before graduation, when you and yuna finally spoke in private. yujin didn’t mention to you anything about her run in with yuna during prom, but she did encourage you to finally speak with the girl. she wanted you to establish whatever your relationship was to yuna, because you deserved clarity.

which was why you were currently sitting on the desk of your president girlfriend, patiently waiting for her to walk through the doors. the hands of the clock ticked away, filling the room with the only sound present. you moved to check your phone for any texts from yujin, but your attention was drawn away the moment you heard the door open.

yuna’s eyes widened in surprise when she saw you leaning against her desk. the two of you had not seen each other alone in months. you had called and texted her a few times, but the two of you were both aware of the tension that lingered in your relationship.

“hi yuna,” you flashed her a small smile, finding the taller girl’s confusion adorable. “we need to talk.”

in all honesty, yuna was expecting you to finally speak, but she was definitely not expecting you to talk to her in her office. 

“we do.” she said softly, closing and locking the door behind her to give you two some privacy. 

yuna moved towards you to set her things down on her desk, eyes never leaving yours for a moment. just for a fleeting second, you felt yourself wanting to kiss the taller girl like you always did whenever you greeted her. 

you had spent too many moments with yuna’s lips on yours to forget how they felt. however, you wished for a moment that you could, just to make this conversation easier.

“these past few months have been confusing, and really difficult, but–”

“wait,” yuna interrupted you before you could finish anything. truth be told, she had a lot of things to still say to you, and the last thing she wanted was for you to say anything before she would be able to get them out. “just, let me go first, okay?”

you nodded, motioning for her to continue speaking. you were honestly curious to see what the president of the student council had to say about your estranged relationship. 

“i know that what i did in the name of my reputation, was not worth it, but i just,” she bit her lower lip in an attempt to hold back the lump from forming in her throat. “i don’t know if i can say it was worth it, because i got what i wanted, but it destroyed us.” she whispered, and for a moment you were a bit concerned because this clearly could not be the same shin yuna that accused you of cheating on her three months ago.

“well,” you placed a hesitant hand on her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. “i think if you got what you wanted, then it was worth it, right?” you whispered, a sad smile adorning your face.

yuna’s eyes met yours, and for the first time in what felt like a year, she felt regret. in just 24 hours, she would walk across a stage, receive her diploma, and be done with high school. truth be told, yuna was scared.

shin yuna was terrified because she was letting go of everything. her childhood, her position on the council, her friends. everything was changing so fast, and she feared that the one person who she wanted to stay by her side would leave her.

yuna knew she had not been the best girlfriend to you, but in the end it got her what she wanted. so why didn’t she feel proud? why did she feel so empty? why did she feel like it wasn’t worth it, even though she had accomplished everything she wanted to do?

the president didn’t even realize that tears were falling down her face until you started wiping them, a sad smile adorning your face. “yuna,” your voice brought her attention to your eyes. 

“what happened to us aside, i’m always going to admire your desire to be the best.”

your hands wiped the tears from her cheeks, and she did her best to wipe the ones falling from your eyes as well. the both of you stayed like that for a few moments, each of you taking in the reality that this was the end of the line for your relationship.

except, even though you both knew it was coming, it didn’t make it any less harder to acknowledge it in reality. 

“i got in to the program overseas,” she whispered finally after a few moments. the smile on your face would forever be burned into her memory. you looked so proud of her, even with your own tears falling down your face. “but i don’t want to go without you.”

your hands cupped the raven haired girl’s face, and your thumbs stroked her cheeks. you knew yuna was scared, all of these emotions running through her also didn’t help. shin yuna hated change, and when everything was changing all at once? it was too much for her to handle.

“yuna,” your soft tone made her whimper. she rarely broke down like this, but whenever she did, it was only in front of you or ryujin. “you’ve worked too hard to not go. it would break my heart if you stayed here, especially after how hard you worked.”

“but i can’t do it without you,” she insisted, already hating the mere idea of not living four houses down from you. she hated the thought of not being able to sneak in through your bedroom window or kiss you good morning. 

truth be told, those moments with you would be what she remembered about high school. 

“you can do it, i know you can.” you gave her a reassuring smile, the same one that always made her feel like she could conquer the world. “besides, i think backing out from your duties is against school standards.” you joked, which made her let out a small laugh. 

yuna knew she would forever remember you as the girl who gave her the strength to do the impossible.

the next day was the long awaited day for all of the seniors. since yuna was the student council president, she was in charge of giving the final farewell speech at the end. after all the seniors had received their diplomas, including herself, she finally walked up to the podium to begin her short speech.

“hello and good evening, my name is shin yuna, and this will be my final message to you all as the student body president.” she smiled sadly before looking at her council members sitting behind her.

“i'd like to first thank all of my members, who helped make this year run smoother than ever. i could not have done it on my own, so thank you.”

she turned back to face the front, eyes scanning the sea of people until hers finally met yours. there you were, in the first row, sitting next to her sister ryujin. she couldn’t fight the smile on her face before she continued speaking.

“this last semester consisted of a lot of changes, and for some of us, these changes will determine our futures. if i'm being honest here, i hate change.”

a few of her classmates laughed, adding some comedic relief to the emotional moment before she kept speaking. “but truthfully, i think that this season of change is good for each of us. i know that most of us will probably never see each other again, but i hope you all know that im so thankful for all of you. the class of 2022 will forever hold a special place in my heart, and it has been an honor to spend these last four years with you. i know the future president will do well, congratulations again, ahn yujin.”

yuna’s eyes watered at the memories she had spent within the walls of her high school. after working so hard for four years, after growing up beside her friends, after getting into her dream school, and after falling in love with you, this chapter of her life was finally coming to a close.

“thank you all for being the best mentors, classmates, and friends. it has been an honor to serve you all your student council president. i wish us all the best of luck in our futures, and i hope you all remember this moment and the ones we’ve shared throughout the years forever.”

once yuna took her seat, the principal finally stood and spoke a few words before he instructed the senior class to stand to prepare for the moving of the tassel.

“seniors, please move your tassels.”

confetti canons fired, cheers and thunderous applause erupted from the crowd. however, in the midst of the noise, yuna’s eyes met yours. you looked at her with nothing but love and adoration, pure pride dripped from your features, and in that mere moment, shin yuna knew that she loved you. 

it wasn’t like she had any doubts before, there wasn’t a moment where she lost feelings for you. but as she stood in front of you on a stage, diploma in hand, and tassel flipped, she knew that she would love you unconditionally. 

because true, unconditional love means to love someone, even though you may not be together anymore. 

even though yuna kept the rules word by word, the one thing she should have kept was your heart. it only took her 3 years and a graduation ceremony to realize that nothing else mattered. not her presidency, not her friends, not her grades. everything meant nothing if she didn’t have you. she still did have a part of you, as you had a part of her, even though you both knew your relationship was over. 

as yuna looked out at you on that stage, despite chaer, yeji, and jisu all jumping on top of her, she smiled at you.

she smiled at you knowing that the only way she would catch her flight to the united states in 3 days would be knowing that she was still completely in love with you.

but the best part was that you smiled back at her, because you already knew. 

“im so proud of you.” you mouthed as tears fell down your cheeks, which only made yuna’s tears flow harder.  she had never seen you cry until now.

she held her hand to her chest before mouthing back at you.

“i love you.”

-

a/n: I NEEDED TO GET THIS OUT OF MY DRAFTS SO IM SORRY IF THIS SEEMS RUSHED

[kangshxrtie]

DATING SUBSCRIPTION - SHIN YUNA

synopsis ★ yuna finally gets a chance with the girl she's been in love with since the beginning of high school

pairing ★ shin yuna x fem!reader

status ★ ongoing

updates ★ once a week (usually sundays) if i can

your gfs | freshman | upperclassman

1. start of something new

2. next morning

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[c-liffy]

teach me how to love (again)

Princess!Yuna x Soldier!Reader

Notes: Mentions violence | Implied murder| Reader has gone through some stuff | Yuna is a sweetheart | (wc: 3249)

You can vaguely remember your childhood. Some days it felt closer than tomorrow and others it felt like another lifetime. It comes in droves, when your consciousness draws in after a deep sleep, and when you least expect it.

Mostly when you’re reminded of her. Yuna; Princess Yuna.

You never liked the royal family in the past. You were a mere child growing up on the streets, and from what the others had told you, they were the reason you were out here. From what little knowledge you had, you were able to piece together the fact that your father was formally in the army and killed during battle. 

But they never gave you anything. Only repossessed your house and belongings once you realized that they would not accept blankets or old clothing in place of taxes. The only thing you had were the clothes on your back and whatever you could steal.

Or, in layman terms; fast legs and a will to live. And, at least in your kingdom, that was enough to survive. While most children grew up learning to read and write, you learned how to steal and fight. Which was good enough.

Until you got caught. 

You’d been tucking fruits and vegetables into your satchel throughout the Spring Festival Market and for every time prior you’d been successful. You grasped your hand around an apple and hid it away before feeling another hand grab your shoulder,

“You can’t take that!” A high pitched voice accused, “It’s not yours!” You turned to see a girl about your age with a frown on her face,

“Sure I can,” You shrugged, “I need it more than the shopkeeper will,”

“Why can’t you pay for it?”

“I don’t have any money,”

“Well why can’t you just ask your parents for food?” You raised an eyebrow at her. This girl was either incredibly clueless or dumb. Perhaps both,

“I don’t have any parents,”

“Oh,” She paused for a moment, “Well can I give you some?”

“I would, but I don’t like following people I don’t know,”

“I’m Yuna!” That’s where you’d heard the name before; she was the princess of the kingdom. You eyed her skeptically, suddenly hesitant to answer to someone that you weren’t supposed to like, “I’m Y/N, where do you get your food?”

She paused before answering, “I don’t know. Usually I just ask for it and someone brings it to me. So I guess I’ll ask for something and just bring it to you,”

And that began your long friendship. You used to climb the apple trees that lined the outer wall of the castle and hop into the courtyard. Yuna would bring you something and you’d sit together and eat. Sometimes you would leave together and go on adventures or stay in the courtyard or do nothing at all. 

Mostly, you’d sit together behind the flower beds that concealed the two of you and weave the stems together into anything you could. 

There were a few times you snuck out into the forest that faded the kingdom into what you thought was the real world.

You would sit and watch the stars together at the edge of the forest and let your eyes wander over the sweeping hills and vast green land,

“Someday,” You’d start, “I’m going out there,”

“Silly,” Yuna would faintly reply, “I’m going to be in there. So you can’t leave,”

You wouldn’t respond. Despite your longing to leave, or even the fact that you could at any time you desired, you never left. You would only go as far as Yuna ever wanted you to. But that was alright with you, as long as she would tuck her head into your neck and mutter sleepily about another world where you two went wherever you so pleased. You liked her stories and her presence enough. So, you stayed.

And, as time would have it, you grew; you and your royalty friend. Soon you were swiping more just apples and carrots. Once you’d figured out, and perhaps with Yuna’s help, what money actually was, you began to steal more than just what you needed.

Necklaces, books, alcohol, and other high value items could be often found hidden away in that same leather satchel that you grew into more and more.

Though, with the more you aged, you seemed to see Yuna less. Your regular nights of sitting together while you quietly munched on whatever she’d decided to surprise you with were becoming more and more sparse. It was increasingly common for you to eat alone, hiding in the same flower beds that you used to be small enough to duck into.

When you did see her, she passed it off as ‘royal duties’ which you believed. From how she described it, being the sole heiress to a throne sounded absolutely exhausting. You found yourself less and less jealous of the children that were forced to attend school.

You still sat with her at the edge of the forest. The only thing that changed there were the stories she told. The first time she ever told of something called ‘love’ you nearly sputtered out laughing. The act of caring for someone unconditionally just because of a way they talk or spoke? That sounded absolutely egregious. Especially having to ‘love’ somebody else.

Yuna looked at you with a curiously horrified glare and you stopped laughing. You’d seen people in the village kiss and hug and go on outings together. It all looked so terribly saccharine that it made you grimace.

She then promptly explained to you that there were many different kinds of love. Like how her parents loved her because she was their daughter.

It was then, you decided, that you loved Yuna. 

After that night, even if you ate alone, you’d always take your switchblade and slice an apple blossom from a tree and leave it on the window sill she’d sneak out of. Neither of you mentioned it, but it was always gone by the time you’d come back the following night. 

And now you’re back at the same edge of the forest. It’s all just trees at the front, but you can tell it's the same forest. You’ve been dreaming about this for years; being welcomed back to your home, victorious and being accepted with open arms.

But you’re back now, though you’re not quite sure if you’ll be welcome or not.

Before you know it, you’re at the castle again, but at the gates this time. Even though you’re as big as you’ve ever been, the gates have never seemed so large to you,

“Traveler? State your business!” You whirl around on your heels to see a group of guards standing behind you,

“I’m here to visit the,” You catch yourself and take a breath, “The queen. She’s requested my presence,” They seem to look at one another; the guard at the head looks at you, then down to your uniform insignia before nodding curtly,

“Understood, you may pass,” He raises his hand in signal and the doors begin to recede with a disturbing screech. You pass through them and look up at the wooden arch that sags without the support of the gates. 

The exterior of the castle looks almost unrecognizable. Usually you’d enter through the side after scaling the wall; the front looks so foreign you wonder if this is the same place you used to spend every night. You continue into the entrance and find yourself inside a grand foyer. The floors are marble and click under your shoes. There’s crowning that goes all around the walls and the wood paneling still looks just as classic as it did when you used to dance around the halls with hushed laughter,

“Y/N,” You raise your head and there she is. She’s older, you can see how she’s aged into a true woman now. And she looks even more radiant than ever. Even through the downcast moonlight that pours into the dark room, she nearly lights up the entire space just from the corridor,

“Yuna,” A smile attempts to etch itself onto your face, though her’s doesn’t crack. She keeps a stoic look over you, one that makes you almost squirm in your spot. This is new; she’s never been cross with you since you’ve met her,

“You’ve been gone,” You nod,

“I have,”

“You never told me,”

“I didn’t”

“You know I’ve been waiting for you since you left,”

“You have?” Your eyebrows knit together as a confused look washes across your face, “I was half expecting a king to be here, or some other little royals. You’ve always talked about having a family,”

“I was waiting for a particular knight to help me with that,” She mutters and you can just barely hear her voice,

“What?”

“I said I’m still upset you left,”

Biting your lip, you silently curse yourself. You should’ve accounted for this; leaving her. You knew then it would hurt her a lot more than it did you. At least you were doing something you’ve yearned for since you knew how to want,

“I’m sorry. I should’ve told you or,”

“Yeah! You really should’ve. You know how long I spent here alone? I’ve grown up alone so you can play ‘Warrior of the Woods’?” You frown. You’ve changed too; you’ve matured and grown up,

“But I wasn’t ‘playing’, Yuna. I did real things. I helped entire kingdoms, and I fought against bad people,” She leans against one of the walls and something like concern flickers in her eyes,

“Fought?”

“Yeah, fought,”

“Does that mean you killed people?”

“It does,”

“Innocent people?” You bit your lip. Yuna was a good person; a pure soul at that. She hated violence and used to clasp her hands over her ears and protest loudly whenever you’d bring it up. She wouldn’t like your answer. You can still remember your first kill.

“And you’re sure?” You looked up the Lieutenant,

He nodded, “Go for it, Private,” You smiled at the nickname, but it sunk after a quick moment. Turning back to the clearing you stared at your enemy with an unsure gaze,

“I’m nervous. I don’t want to feel bad about this,”

He reached down and grabbed your hand, “Here’s how I see it,” His free hand began searching for something on his belt, “I’ve got a wife and two kids back at home,” You hear a button popping, “And I’d hate to see them starve just because a private couldn’t take her shot,” He puts something in your grasp, “So, take it,” You look down to see a small dagger placed in your palm.

You take a deep breath at his reassurance. He was there for you always, just like that. In some ways, you could see him as the closest thing you could get to a parent; at least from how Yuna would describe how her parents loved her.

You tighten your grip and steady yourself. He places his hands on your shoulders before pushing them slightly. You rushed the doe with unsteady legs and a shaky slash.

That night, you sat by the fire and stared into the roaring flames with an empty stare. The fire did little to warm the cold feeling that’d set in your heart once you saw the caracas of the doe laying in the clearing,

“Chin up, Private. You look like you’ve been through hell,”

“I just feel bad,” You confess, avoiding eye contact with the Lieutenant

“Don’t, we needed this. Plus, she would’ve been someone else’s dinner no matter what,” He hands you a piece of the meat and you take a small bite.

You held it in your mouth for a second before chewing and letting the flavor sink in. The way you grew up, meat was seldom available. You could count on one hand the amount of times you’ve ever bitten into it. You took another bite and the steaming meat did wonders to quell the numbness in your heart.

The Lieutenant was right, you decided. If you wouldn’t have killed the deer, surely, someone else would have.

“Why would you hurt anyone?” Her countenance was one so akin to another you’d seen under an apple tree so long ago. Though you can’t remember exactly why, it pains you for her expression be directed at you,

“I had to help other people. Innocent people, like our people,”

“My people,” You purse your lips and nod,

“Your people,” You parrot, albeit in a hushed whisper that sounds more of a confession than a confirmation.

And then silence falls again. It’s tense, but not unfamiliar. Your eyes wander over Yuna, grown from a naive and curious princess to an eloquent and resolute queen. You can only wonder what she’s done since you’ve been gone, if the same gang of street kids still hang around and swipe produce from market stands, how your home has changed,

But you know that Yuna has probably moved on, and that your former gang is probably grown up now and off the streets with jobs, and everything has changed.

Afterall, that’s what you did,

“I just don’t understand why you left,” A huffing sigh comes from her, and it sounds more exasperated than anything else,

“Because I had dreams, Yuna. And I accomplished them. And now I’m back here,” You explain, advancing closer to her. She either doesn’t notice or doesn’t make any pronounced movements to retreat,

“Was I not one of them?”

You pause, startled, “What?”

“Your dreams; was I not a part of them?”

“You said you had to stay here. Almost everything I wanted was out there,”

“So you chose that over me,”

“Yes, I did. And I don’t know if I regret it,” Her head snaps up to let her eyes train on your face,

“You don’t regret leaving me?” With each word, her composure seems to ebb away,

“I said I didn’t know,” You take in a deep breath in an attempt to stay steady,

“What about us? What about loyalty?” You scowl.

 

You picked up another fern and let it bobble around your hand,

“You heard about the General retiring?” The Lieutenant looked through the fronds to your face,

“Yeah. Makes sense though, you can only be away from your family for so long. Most other armies are stationary too,” He watched as you began picking the small leaves off of the stem,

“You ever considered leaving?”

“Not really. I can see why he would want to though,” Your mind drifted to a certain princess still locked away in a castle,

“I’m content here. You have a chance elsewhere though,” You lift your head to see his eyes boring into yours, “You’ve been moving up through the ranks pretty fast. Major General was last month?” You nod and he pulls his gaze from yours to look around, “Feels like just yesterday I was teaching you how to hunt as a private just yesterday. This very forest,”

You hadn’t realized it, but he brought you to the clearing where you first killed the doe. You don’t know how you missed it seeing that the image had been displayed at the back of your mind since then,

“Right. Well, it’s been a bit longer than that,” You cleared your throat and adjusted the rank-loop around your sleeve, suddenly feeling tense,

“I’ll be General soon, no more of this Lieutenant business,” His stare shoots back to your face, almost feeling as if he were scanning it, “I’ll be leading,”

“Yes, sir, you will,” You set the stem on the ground and instead buried your hands in the plush grass, “You’ll be at the helm, like you’ve wanted,” Even at your younger age, you could see the sparkle in his eyes when someone recognized his leadership,

“You won’t have an issue with that?”

“I don’t see why I would,”

“You’re Major General, and I’ve heard a few whispers about you outpacing me,” He stepped towards you, eyes never leaving your face,

“I surely haven’t said anything about outranking you,” Your grip tightened on the grass below you,

“You sure? I wouldn’t be surprised if you were sniffin’ around for a higher rank,” You froze at his tone and it nearly knocked the wind out of you,

“No,” You stuttered and widened your eyes, “No, Sir,”

“You lying, girl?” He sneered with a grudging edge to his voice you’d never heard before,

“No! I’m not! I swear I’m not!” You exclaimed, jumping up to wave your arms in protest,

“Oh yeah?” He unclipped his scabbard and clutched the hilt until his knuckles were white, “And how should I know that?”

“What are you saying? You know me; I don’t lie,”

“You’re ambitious, Private. I know that for damn sure. How do I know you aren’t undermining me? Gonna stab me behind my back?” His hand moved to rest around his grip,

“I’m not!”

“Be quiet! It doesn’t matter; one of us is going to become General. It just depends which one of us can get outta here alive,” The following morning, you watched with tears in your eyes as a new Insignia was sewn onto your uniform.

“Loyalty is a double-edged sword, Yuna,” Your cold tone even surprising yourself, “And in this world, you’ll find that one edge is sharper than the other,” You let your hand clutch around the pommel of your sword,

“And love? Whatever happened to that?”

You still never fully understood love. The only people you’ve ever loved were the Lieutenant and Yuna. You thought loving Yuna was like basking in the sun on a spring day, but after your final icy encounter with the Lieutenant, you figure that maybe it’s best to shade yourself from whatever feeling ‘love’ brings,

“Love is,” You start, “It’s,” You pause because even after years in the army where you seemingly surrounded yourself with lifelong friends, you still didn’t know why people felt it.

It was apple picking in the darkest of night. It was trying to label each color that painted the dawn sky. It was actually bringing someone there because it was truly indescribable. It was crying so hard you couldn’t stand because you just couldn’t fathom leaving someone. It was picking a flower blossom every time you saw one. It was sitting around a campfire and telling stories with people you didn’t even know. It was holding someone’s hand while they guided you through something they’ve mastered. It was them helping you master it too. It was leaving your dreams behind because of someone. It was leaving your home behind for someone.

Love was complicated. And you couldn’t put a word on it,

“I don’t know,” You finally said, “It hurts?”

“Why does it hurt?” She melts from her tense posture to look at your with a wondrous look,

“Love hurts, I think,” You state,

“It can,” She nods and then it all clicks for you and you let your hand fall from your sword,

“Love hurts me like it used to hurt you,”

“It does,” You looks up at her through rivulets of tears, you don’t remember when you started crying, and let yourself smile,

“Yuna, I think I want to learn how to love again,” She finally steps forward and wraps her arms around your neck. You take in the sweet scent of her and the breath makes your heart swell,

“I’ll help you; I’ll teach you,” 

And you don’t respond. You just let her hold you.

[winter-dayz]

Bringer of Death

Pairing: Shin Yuna x Reader Mummy AU; Inspired by The Mummy (1999) Genre: Angst; Fluff Words: 3278 Warnings: implied major character death; implied suicide; strong language

Masterlist | Fictober Masterpost

Taglist:  @soobin-chois

This was your chance. This expedition would cement your place with the company’s excavation team. It was your shot to be taken seriously—to be seen as a real archaeologist and not a junior bookkeeper.

You made it to the dig site without much fanfare, a recently uncovered tomb that had just barely been breached. The original finders’ team gave up the excavation, opening the site to bids with historical societies. Your company won the bid, but since the more senior archaeologists were working on several other big projects across Egypt, China, Peru, and Mexico, you were tasked with the small, newly opened excavation.

As you trekked down the steep, crumbling stone stairs to the tomb’s entrance, you passed by the few remaining archaeologists from the original team. You nodded to them politely, skirting past, but were stopped short by a hand wrapping around your wrist.

“I wouldn’t go in there if I were you…” The last man in the small group whispered harshly. He looked up to his team members, all of whom glanced at you before rapidly looking away. They refused to meet your confused eyes.

You nodded politely, again, and had to yank your wrist from his tight grasp. “I think I’ll be fine with a few bones and dust. It should be a simple excavation, really.”

It really should. Why this team had chosen to give up a brand new find baffled everyone at your company, but you weren’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. This could be your big break.

“I’m tellin’ you, girlie. There’s something in that tomb. Something that don’t want us messin’ with it.” He gritted out. His eyes were wild, and as he reached to grab your arm again, you hustled down several more steps.

“Well, if I get turned into a mummy. You’ll be the first one I’m coming after.” You spat back at the aggressive man.

🎃

Contrary to what that man had warned you about, the tomb seemed to be mostly empty. Honestly, it was no wonder your company managed to snag the bid for so low.

After descending the stairs, an archway opened into a large empty stone room. There were two rooms off of the main room, filled with dust and grime. There were a few pedestals as if items were meant to be displayed, but there weren’t any actual artifacts. Maybe the previous team had looted them…

So, what was the point of this job, anyway? You were hoping this would’ve been your big breakthrough, but it was so barren, there wasn’t really anything to work with.

You meandered through the desolate rooms anyway, inspecting the stone work. Based on the uneven amounts of dust on the pedestals, it did seem that there used to be something perched on them, but it had still been many, many years since those items would’ve been stolen so it hadn’t been the original team like you’d previously thought. More likely raiders from a few decades ago at least.

What really threw you for a loop was one wall in the main room. You could swear you heard shuffling and felt a breeze behind a small section. You leaned in, noticing again how the grime on the stones seemed uneven, and pushed on those bricks.

A click. A rumble. The wall slid up.

Now this was the kind of thing you were hoping for. A secret room? It was just like The Mummy. Maybe you really would find something “scary” in a hidden room and that crazed man from before would’ve been proven right. It’d at least be more exciting than the dust you had been observing so far.

You wandered through the secret passage, which seemed to slope at a gentle downwards spiral. Eventually, you saw the flickering of candles through an open archway. You had no time to wonder who would be keeping the candles lit though when as soon as you crossed the arch’s threshold, you found yourself staring into the eyes of a woman.

She sat, straight and confident, upon a throne at the back of the room.

Around her neck were layers and layers of expensive looking chains and jeweled talisman necklaces; even her clothing seemed to be of the quality of linens and silks you couldn’t find just anywhere. Between the two of you laid a large, majestic sarcophagus. Vases, gems, silver and gold all laid about, overflowing around the room. And the kicker? Everything looked pristine. Not a speck of dirt, dust, or grime on anything. Even the stonework and murals on the walls looked as fresh as the day they would’ve been created.

The woman, young and beautiful, kept her big, round eyes narrowed on you as you took in the state of your surroundings with obvious confusion. She was a bit pale, which was understandable if she’d been trapped in this tomb since the previous team left—which had to be the only way she was here, right?

“Who are you? What are you doing in my domain?” The strange woman demanded, finally breaking your engrossment of everything.

Your eyes wide and head tilted in confusion. What were you doing here, no, what was she doing here? You assumed she must’ve been trapped and abandoned by the previous team, but then… How did she even get into this room? It had been sealed by a secret wall. The stones you had pressed to uncover it had been undisturbed. Also, if she had been abandoned accidentally, why didn’t she seem scared or hungry? Why was she just as luxurious and pristine as everything else in the room, despite the rest of the tomb being so dirty? 

You finally found your words through the endless stream of questions racking your brain. “My name is Y/N. I’m an archaeologist.”

“Speak plainly, peasant.” The woman kept her eyes narrowed and tilted her chin up to look at you down her nose. “What is your purpose here?”

How much more “plain” could you speak? Didn’t she know what an archaeologist is? “I…” You hesitated to find your wording, “I’m like a librarian.”

“Are you here to steal from me?”

“No!” You shouted, appalled. While some companies took things from archaeological digs to sell to museums or rich snobs, yours did not. It worked to document the history and culture before returning the items to a pristine, preserved condition that remained with the original country.  “I’m a scholar, not a treasure hunter.”

“So you have come here to study?”

“Um… yeah.” This was insane. Maybe you actually should’ve listened to that man’s warnings.

“What year is it? I am surprised by a woman scholar.” What year is it? My god, how long had she been trapped? You flinched but told her the date regardless. “Ah, well I’m glad to see humans have progressed.”

She stood from her throne and bowed politely. “I am Shin Yuna. This is my tomb.”

Holy shit. It really is like The Mummy.

🎃

To say you believed Yuna was the owner of the tomb would’ve been a gross misconception.

After being welcomed in by someone claiming to be a thousands-year-old woman, you acted politely and kept a six foot distance at all times, only gazing over the objects and not even truly studying anything.

You left early that day with the excuse that you didn’t have proper equipment.

And then the rug was ripped out from under you when you dug into the town’s local history and the country’s governmental archives.

Shin Yuna was the most revered princess in the country’s history… From 2000 years ago. Despite it not being a woman’s place at the time, she was a fierce warrior and intelligent scholar. The texts spoke of her love for crafting clothes and storytelling as well. She was an all-around enlightened and beloved woman of the area.

Unfortunately, she was killed in a surprise attack on one of the villages she had been visiting. She died protecting the children and mothers during the raid.

To show their admiration and deep grief at the loss of their princess, it was said the country performed a ritual when burying her in the tomb. She was put to rest with great treasures and supposed magical items to help her move on peacefully if she felt her duty was completed; however if Yuna’s spirit felt she had not accomplished enough, she would rise again to lead her people once more.

And it seemed to have worked.

As did the seal on the door to protect her ritual burial… Just, maybe that seal had worked a bit too well, since she hadn’t left her tomb in 2000 years.

Which definitely showed when you came back around to start working.

Yuna was insatiable for knowledge, and for days on end while you were carefully observing and cataloging the items in the tomb, she would ask questions. She wanted to know all about how the world had changed, evolved, and adapted. She wanted to know about how her country had blossomed. She wanted to know the things you had seen when you had traveled, the kinds of art and fashion in style throughout the centuries. She wanted to know if stories were still being told about her villages… which is when you had to disappoint her and tell her that, until recently when her tomb had been discovered, no one widespread had really known much of her people.

She hated that. It put her in a bad mood, and she began sulking.

You kinda hated that. Yuna, for essentially a mummy and immortal woman who had been trapped for an unimaginable amount of time, was such a bubbly person. To see her upset didn’t sit right with you, but there wasn’t much you thought you could do to fix it.

Until one afternoon it boiled over when you began actually moving items around to see the smaller artifacts.

“You can’t just go rifling through my things!” Yuna shouted, more of a whine than in anger, following closely behind you as you carefully moved a vase. “Have you no respect for the dead?”

You sighed, “Yuna, it’s literally my job. I have to catalog what has been discovered. Look, I’m being extremely careful and respectful. ” You added a muttered, “You’re not even really dead,” under your breath.

Yuna huffed, her cute lips pouting. Cute? Well… yes, she did look rather cute pouting like that even if you wish she wasn’t so upset recently… “Why do you even need to do that?” She mumbled through cute, pouty lips.

“So that we can teach and learn from your history.”

Her eyes brightened, and her lips split into a big grin. It was such a simple thing to you, just a part of your job. But, apparently, it was just the right thing to pull Yuna out of her funk. “You’ll tell stories about me and my people? Okay, then rifle away!”

Fuck, she’s adorable.

🎃

Something of a friendship blossomed between you and the former princess. Although, neither of you could deny the obvious attraction that grew as well.

You didn’t think “flirting” was a thing when Yuna was properly alive, but she was damn good at it, regardless.

You, on the other hand, were awkward. Like a little bird trying to impress, you brought her modern-day gifts and things to try. When she expressed her fascination with your manicure, you brought her nail polishes in all different colors to try. She loved the soft, subtle pinks the most. When you had an extra long day planned, you went and got pizzas. She didn’t need to eat, but she appreciated the new flavors anyway. When she talked about how much she used to love to sew and try new clothes, you brought her magazines. She had really loved your talks about art and fashion before so when she saw pictures, she was ecstatic.

And you… You felt a certain amount of pride in having brought such a big smile to such a beautiful face. You felt a warmth in your belly at the way her hand would gently caress your shoulder in thanks for a gift. You felt a dizziness when she would stand just a little bit closer to you and exchange stories and knowledge…

🎃

“Death is only the beginning…” You whispered out, polishing the stone.

Yuna looked up from where she was painting her nails. “Hm? What did you say, precious?”

You blushed, still unused to the nickname she had adopted for you, looking over your shoulder to the beautiful woman. She met your eyes with a playful glint. Even when you turned away, you knew she was watching you work. “Oh nothing… I was just reading the inscription on your sarcophagus. It’s a bit ominous, don’t you think?”

When you looked back to her, after she remained silent for a moment, you caught her shrugging nonchalantly. “I was trying to be optimistic, actually. Hopes for the afterlife to be paradise and all that.”

“Well, it kind of sounds foreboding.”

“Well, yeah, it was to stop tomb raiders too. They need to think there’s a curse here,” Yuna giggled softly.

“Curse, my ass.” You mumbled getting back to work.

Your new… friend might be a mummy. Magic might be real. But you’d be damned if you thought anything in this place was cursed.

Yuna paused in her painting, hopping down from where she perched on the throne and coming to lean against the sarcophagus. “You don’t believe in curses?”

“I didn’t say that. You’re real and alive… Kind of… So I’m sure curses are too. But, I can’t find it in me to believe that you would’ve actually cursed anything here.” You paused, pulling off your gloves. “Your plan to make outsiders believe this place is cursed is working, though, you know. I was at a bar one town over the other night, and this guy was so insistent to warn me away. ‘There is a creature in those depths. The Bringer of Death. It will never eat. Never sleep. Never stop.’ A superstitious drunk if I’ve ever seen one. He definitely didn’t believe that the tomb was a couple empty, dirty rooms like I countered with.”

Yuna and you tried to stare each other down but easily broke into giggles. You leaned against the sarcophagus, which you’re sure would make your boss spiral into a fit if they saw, and nudged her playfully.

Eventually, she sighed out, “Well, I am no man, and I care not for ‘bringing death,’ but that drunkard was right that I cannot sleep or eat. A shame too, I really enjoyed that pizza you brought me, precious.”

🎃

You don’t really know how you got here.

Logically, it made sense. Yuna and you had been dancing around each other, making heart eyes, for days.

But you hadn’t fathomed it would culminate in her soft lips against yours.

She held you firmly, despite her gentle disposition, refusing to let you move away for even a second to breathe. One hand grasped your waist, teasing to inch south and caress your backside, while the other trailed up your own arm. Her nails grazed lightly, soothingly, against your bare flesh and sent chills up your spine in the most pleasurable way.

You really couldn’t believe this was happening.

Yuna finally pulled away, only a hair’s breadth, to allow you to gasp in oxygen. You sighed as she ran her nose along yours, both of you with fluttering eyes and small smiles. Her grasp on you didn’t falter; one hand holding your waist firmly, the other now cupping your neck sweetly.

“Jesus, princess,” You spoke softly, leaning your forehead to hers. “You literally stole my breath away.”

Yuna hummed and rubbed her nose back and forth against yours affectionately. “If I could have it my way, I’d steal all of you and keep you here forever, precious.”

You both giggled, but yours trailed off as one of her talisman necklaces caught your eye.

It was mesmerizing, and you pulled away a bit further to get a better view. Your own hand, of which both had been wrapped around Yuna’s neck, trailed down to lift the stone.

“This amulet… There are legends about it…” You finally spoke again, still breathless. Both from the kiss and from the beautiful, opalescent gem resting between the two of your chests.

“Oh, really?” Yuna asked, sounding distracted. She would always indulge in your stories though, even if she was obviously eyeing your lips and thinking of other things. “Like what?”

“It’s rumored to have the power to bring the dead to life. I’ve heard, recently actually, of a treasure hunter searching for it. He wants to resurrect his wife.”

“We’ll make sure that we don’t bring anyone back from the dead then…” Yuna kissed your cheek, seeing the way you tilted your head at her in teasing disbelief. “Okay, well anyone else.” She smiled smally.

🎃

“The hunter you spoke of. He broke into the tomb last night.”

That was the last thing you wanted to be greeted with. “What!? Are you okay? Did he hurt you? Did he steal the amulet?”

“Thankfully, he did not discover the hidden door to this sanctum. Both I and the amulet are safe for now… The powers bestowed on me through these talismans allow me to see who crosses the threshold and inflict whatever hallucination and emotion I deem fit. When you first entered, your aura felt safe. Hungry, which I now know was for knowledge, but safe.” Yuna smiled at you, before it fell into a scowl. “This man, though… His aura felt like those that were here before you. Greedy, selfish, dark. Like them, I used my abilities to inflict a foreboding feeling of doom and death and hallucinations of the shadows enclosing. His resolve was stronger than theirs had been, I fear.”

“What do we need to do, princess?”

She smiled again, this time wistfully. “Not we… I.” Yuna removed the opalescent talisman from her neck. “You will take the unenchanted and non-magical artifacts with you today. I know you finished cataloging days ago anyway… I want you to tell stories about me and my people. I want everyone to know that the people of this country descend from a resilient ancestry full of magic and ferocity and brilliance. I want the little girls, especially, to know they can be a warrior and a scholar.” She breathed, her eyes watery. “You will do this. You will tell these stories and be successful and alive. And I will destroy this amulet and collapse the tomb. I will die along with this dangerous magic, but I will die having completed my duty in keeping my people safe.”

Your eyes widened, full of tears, at her words. “I don’t want to lose you! You’re… you’re my friend, princess.”

Yuna sniffled, holding back her own sobs with a joke, “Well, you cannot stay. I’m almost positive that would kill you. Lack of air and all…” She leaned in slowly to kiss the tear tracks from your cheeks. “Besides, it would get dull rather quickly when I am put to eternal rest.”

You nodded, slowly packing up your things. Yuna had taken the liberty to stack the artifacts into your wagon before you even arrived. “I’m going to miss you…”

“I’m sorry it must end this way, but I did enjoy our brief time together.” Yuna took off one of her other precious necklaces, clasping it around your neck before you left the chamber. “I guess I did turn out to be the Bringer of Death… Just, it is my own.”

[ijhyo]

ITZY WHEN YOU TEXT ASKING WHICH MEMBER THEY WOULD LET YOU MARRY

pairing. ot5 x fem reader

genre. established relationship ; idol au ; crack

warnings. talks of death, dying

notes. what's up gay ppl? could not for the life of me remember where i saw this but idk i think it's funny

taglist. @xysthe @tsupuffs @acciomylove @skzfairies @hellohumansonplanetearth @junityy @fairybinie @enhacolor @soobin-chois @chosoluvr @liamsholygrail @iichaeyj (fill form to be added)

[kimsohn]

hiii maya! could i pls request "''what you're doing right now is really stupid but you're cute and i can't help but laugh'' with yuna? <33

leaves . yuna x gn!reader about . 412 words, fluff warnings . none

when the leaves changed colors and the air grew cooler, you knew autumn had arrived. for others, it meant pumpkin patches and halloween and sweaters, but for you, it meant stay at home. and sleep. and spend the entirety of the season binging a show or two. you always had winter to be cheery anyway.

but this autumn, your girlfriend seemed to have other plans, because right as you settled down to relax and turn on the tv, she popped in to say hi. and possibly drag you out to your front lawn.

"yuna, love, you know this is hibernation month for me."

"i know, i know! but look at the dead leaves piling up at the front of your house. even autumn needs some cleaning time dedicated to it, yknow?"

you know that the real reason yuna pulled you outside was because she was tired of movie night dates and moping in the misery of your living room. and to be quite honest, you would too if you were in her position. but you can never say no to the bright, bubbly person that you're lucky to call the love of your life, so you begrudgingly let her pick up the rakes and start sweeping.

but if you thought that sweeping would be the only thing in store for you, well, you were quite wrong.

"god, we're finally done— yuna?"

"over here!"

your eyes spin around until they spot yuna standing in front of a pile of leaves. you see the mischevious glint in her eyes, but it's too late to stop her as she jumps into the pile of leaves, laughing her heart out.

"yuna, we just cleaned those up," you grumble, and she merely giggles in response, making grabby hands for you to join her.

"suit yourself," she says in response to you shaking your head, getting out of the leaf pile and jumping in it again, several times until you can't help but laugh.

"what's so funny?" she asks, now the one with a frown on her face as she crosses her arm.

"what you're doing right now is really stupid, but you're cute and i can't help but laugh" you respond, the smile ever-growing on your face at her childish antics.

and as you let yourself be dragged into jumping into leaf piles and cleaning them up to do it all over again, you realize that autumn isn't so bad after all. especially when it's with yuna.

[vex91]

Itzy Masterlist

(f) - fluff, (a) - angst, (af) - angst + fluff (s) - smut

Hwang Yeji:

- Things you can't unspoke (a)

- I'm sorry (af)

Choi Jisu:

Nothing yet...

Shin Ryujin:

- A real one (af)

Lee Chaeryeong:

Nothing yet...

Shin Yuna:

Nothing yet...

OT5:

Nothing yet...

[90s-yang]

PLAYING CUP!D | idol!reader x idol!kim sunoo

features! nct dream + sungtaro and jungwoo , itzys yuna , enhypen and mingyu of seventeen!

hi this is my first smau ^—^ ive decided to write this story but i decided to make mingyu , jungwoo and the reader siblings! i hope that’s okay with you guys and i hope to make this an enjoyable smau! also this will contain a bit of yuna x reader and maybe a little little bit angst im not sure but maybe

[pupyuj]

any gp yuna thoughts??

cause personally sometimes all i can think about is mean gp yuna who uses you as her toy

have a nice dayyy

YOU GUYSSS i love yuna sm.. i've been trying to go back on my itzy shit i miss being a hardcore midzy lowkey 😩

😳 waitttt fwb yuna who calls you over at her house at the most random times just so she could fuck you,, but you don't complain when she hits you up at the ass crack of dawn bcs her cock makes it all worth the effortttt 🫠🫠🫠

but like college au where yuna is under a lot of stress,, when she feels like her control of her life is slipping away, she pulls you away to some semi-secluded place and starts fucking into your cunt without any consideration of your feelings :(( but the thing is.. you don't care??? yuna fucks you so good that you just let her do whatever she wants whenever she wants it.. like she can fuck you anywhere 😭 behind the school building, in her dorm, under the bleachers whenever there was a football game or something... anytime she needs you, you will be there for her bcs she claims that it's all you're ever good for <//3

sjebdkdk fucking in her dorm but like,, trying so hard to keep yourself silent bcs her roommate was present :(( yuna making it hard for you on purpose bcs she wants people to know how much of a slut you are for her 🫣🫢 i imagine she would really like pounding into you from behind while you're pushed against her door, whispering mean things 🫠

"you love being my toy don't you, (y/n)? then let everybody hear it. can't have anybody thinking you're not a whore for this cock..."

BUT THEN LIKE ACTING INNOCENT IN FRONT OF UR FRIENDS 😭😭 you and her being sweet and so fake to each other, acting like you're super close and that you hang out all the time like real besties 💀 but this presents a golden opportunity for you! sitting on yuna's lap while you're chatting with your friends, laughing and talking like normal but you're discreetly grinding your ass against yuna's bulge, making her grip onto your thighs and pretend nothing's fucking happening but oh, she wanted to fucking ruin you...

and then yuna uses the excuse that she needs to fix her makeup and assigns her 'best friend (y/n)' to help her in the bathroom,,, but ofc yuna's just going to push you down on your knees and shove her cock down your throat for that stunt you pulled 😩🤤

[authorhjk1]

Christmas present

Shin Ryujin X Shin Yuna X Male Reader

You watch the four women enter the lobby of the hotel. They all wear expensive outfits, showing that they just came back from a very important event.

Putting down your phone, you sigh as you watch them walk towards you. Your girlfriend is a few steps ahead of the rest.

You often wonder how you were able to land a woman like her. Especially considering your occupation.

Her black dress is showing off more of her legs than you can drool over. It fits tightly around her body. Her heels make her taller than she exactly is, which makes her members look even smaller. Although she still has a long way to go to match your hight. Her red hair is draped over her right shoulder

Shin Yuna reaches your table, glancing at your food. She steals one of your fries, before you cup her cheek with your hand.

"Hi, babygirl."

Your favorite pet name of hers.

"Hi, daddy."

She whispers, before pecking your lips.

Your cool facade almost crumbles. She always does this. Teasing you in public, while even her members are around.

You glance over her shoulders to look at her members.

Yeji, Ryujin and Chaeryeong stand behind her. While Yeji and Chaeryeong smile at you, Ryujin has a disgusted look on her face. Yuna made her promise to not tell the other girls. Although the older one is against the two of you, she finally gave way, saying that Yuna should learn from her mistakes.

"Congratulations, girls."

You smile at all of them.

"Thank you, (y/n)."

Yeji suggests that they go up and change. Yuna however stays with you.

"Haven't had dessert yet?"

You shake your head, but you know where this is heading.

Yuna walks around the table, leaning down. You smell her perfume.

"I'm sure we can find something in your room for you to eat."

"Yeah?"

You reach up and hold her chin with your hand. Pulling her down, you are face to face with your girlfriend.

"Can't wait to have a taste of that sweet pussy."

Yuna blushes in your hand.

She does tease you in public, but always finds away to talk her way around it. You are the one saying all the bad words. Considering your occupation, it shouldn't come as a surprise.

"Wha-What are you waiting for then?"

You love the way you make her stutter like this. Yuna avoids your eyes quickly.

You get off your chair, pulling her towards you. With your hand around her waist, the two of you walk towards the elevator.

A couple of minutes later, your face is buried between Yuna's legs. Her heels are lying next to the door, your jacket hanging from the doorknob. She got rid off your shirt as well, leaving small bites on your shoulders while you carried her to your bed.

Now kneeling in front of it, you enjoy the taste of your girlfriends pussy. Her dress is bunched up around her waist, giving you access to her core.

"Oh god, daddy."

Yuna sighs, her nails digging into your scalp as you drive her towards her orgasm.

Her moans and whines become louder. You dig your tongue into her pussy, while your thumb rubs her clit. The sweet taste of her juices makes you keep going. Her thighs close around your head as Yuna squirms on the mattress.

She is unable to lift her head to watch you. She can't do much more than moan, trying to be as quiet as possible. Yuna's hips buck towards your face, needing more and more of your tongue.

Making Yuna cum before you fuck her has become a habit by now. A necessity almost. You grow harder at the thought. Yuna isn't the tightest you've ever had, but you don't want to use lube everytime you fuck her. Partially because it would ruin you financially. Sex plays a big role in your relationship.

"Daddy! Gonna cum!"

Yuna can't hold back a shriek as she finally reaches her orgasm. She rolls around on the sheets, your head still in between her thighs. Her face is flushed and her ankles are locked behind your neck.

You slurp up some of your girlfriend's cum, enjoying her sweet taste. If she wasn't this wet, you wouldn't be able to fuck her properly.

Standing up, you get on the mattress as well, waiting for Yuna to come back to reality. It sometimes feels like she gets knocked out by her orgasms for a couple of seconds.

A moment later her hands are on your body. In one swift motion, Yuna pulls your boxers off of you, while you raise your hips slightly.

The sight of your cock makes Yuna's heart jump. You are the biggest she's had. And you are way above average. But Yuna would think you would be lying, if you told her you meet guys who have a bigger dick than you.

Stacking both her hands on top of each other as she holds your shaft, Yuna eyes your cock in awe. There is still enough space for her mouth left. She hungrily starts at your tip. Her tongue doing all kinds of motions and movements, coaxing you to full hardness.

"Fuck, Yuna."

You look at her, lying on the bed, with your cock in her mouth. Only through sheer dumb luck you were able to book a room in the same hotel as hers. You accepted an offer to shoot somewhere around here, which means you can have some more time with Yuna. The other members don't even know what you do for a living. Except for Yuna and Ryujin.

You take a fistful of her red hair, pulling her further onto your cock. She hasn't managed to take your entire length into her mouth since you first started dating. But that doesn't mean Yuna doesn't stop trying.

You hear another beautiful gag of hers as she forces her throat to open up. More of your cock slowly disappears into her greedy mouth. Yuna's eyes stare at you, silently asking if she is doing a good job. You nod, guiding her head further down.

Yuna's body shivers as she reaches the halfway mark. Your cock is fully filling her mouth and throat. And yet, Yuna keeps trying to fit in more. The walls of her throat tighten around you, her gag reflex, which she is trying to get rid of, is massaging your cock.

"Need your pussy, babygirl."

You sigh as you slowly pull her up by her hair.

Yuna smiles around your cock, lifting her head off your crotch, but not without letting her tongue glide along it's length.

"You want me to ride you?"

It's a tough question. The both of you like this position, but it's not as easy as it sounds. Yuna just can't take all of your cock that easily. On bad days, you are only able to push halfway inside of her. On good days she is able to take three quarters of your cock.

But you nod anyways, unable to resist the thought of her body on top of yours.

When she hovers above your cock, the two of you stare into each other's eyes. Yuna's big orbs glisten with affection and lust. She would've fallen in love with you, even if your cock was around average. The fact that it's this big has made her into a submissive slut for you.

That reminds you of something.

"It's in the drawer."

Yuna's smile widens, knowing what you mean. It was a birthday present to you from her. Well, it was part of a present. Yuna herself, lying on your bed with only purple lingerie on while waiting for you to come home, was the best part of the gift.

You hold her thighs, her pussy lips grazing the tip of your cock as she reaches for the knob on the drawer. She fishes out a small object. You wait for her to put it on herself, before she puts her hair back.

"What do you think?"

She poses as if she was modeling for a diamond necklace. You chuckle, looking at her choker.

"Beautiful."

It's purple, matching the lingerie she was wearing that day. Sparkling letters are decorating the thin fabric. "Size queen"

Yuna really is one. She never thought of herself that way, until she met you. Since the first time she saw your cock, she started to become addicted. No matter where or when, she always needed you to fuck her. She was never this horny before.

Without you knowing, Yuna spend a lot of time researching online. She wants to find a way to fit your whole cock into her pussy. You are just slightly too big for her, which she has to accept for now. But she never stops trying.

With her new choker on, Yuna plants her thighs on the bed next to yours. You take a hold of them, enjoying the soft skin.

"I want it deep, daddy."

She always does.

Your girlfriend slowly sinks onto your cock. Her loud, drawn out moan echoes through your room. You see how her pussy lips wrap tightly around your thick cock. Her walls are so tight, you have to close your eyes, waiting for her to open up more.

Every time you penetrate her for the first time, it's always a small struggle before you are able to enjoy her pussy.

"Fuck, daddy. My insides."

Yuna moans, feeling your cock pressing against her organs.

She is slowly sliding down your cock, reaching her limit at the half. For now.

Your girlfriend stops her movements, breathing heavily. You can almost feel her pussy adjusting to your size, getting used to being stretched out like this.

Quickies with Yuna aren't usually possible. It takes some time before you are able to properly fuck her. But once you do, she makes sure to make your cock feel as good as she can.

"Fuck, daddy."

Yuna sighs as she slowly starts to lift herself up again, her thighs flexing underneath your hands.

Places like dressing rooms or public bathrooms aren't safe enough for Yuna to make her pussy accept your cock properly. You usually only eat her pussy and she gives you blowjobs. But when she is really craving your cock, you do fuck her in public. Slowly. Not deep. It's more pleasure for her than it is for you. Her size kink acting up, when she gets wet, knowing that you are too big for her pussy.

After a couple up and downs, Yuna is able to ride you at a steady pace. Still slow, but fast enough to make you groan occasionally.

Her head has rolled back by now, showing off the choker around her throat. Your girlfriend's pussy is tightly wrapped around your cock, her warmth taking over your body.

"So big."

Yuna sighs, feeling how your cock stretches her out. You are still only halfway inside of her, but she is already in the clouds. Her hair is swinging wildly behind her as she picks up the pace.

From earlier experiences, you know that she sometimes loses herself too much. If that happens, she sinks onto your cock too quickly, making her groan in pain. Wanting to prevent that, you hold her tiny waist, guiding her hips up and down.

"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!"

Yuna's chanting only means one thing. You feel her pussy becoming tighter and wetter. Her juices dribble down the length of your cock that isn't inside of her.

"Gonna cum!"

After riding you for, what feels like way too short, Yuna climaxes around your cock. Her body gives up on her and you feel hear head sinking onto your shoulder.

"You're so tight."

You whisper into her ear as Yuna's body shakes, feeling your cock slowly moving inside of her. You raise your hips slowly, before sinking back down. Thrusting into Yuna from underneath, while her body recovers.

"Holy shit, daddy."

Your girlfriend sighs, finally able to relax after that stressful day. Her feet hurt because of the dancing and her heels, she was tired and powerless. But now, she is full of energy, her body relived of its former pain.

"Where do you want my cum?"

You ask her, feeling your orgasm slowly approaching. As you lazily thrust up into her snug pussy, you hear Yuna thinking out loud.

"You could cum in my pussy, but I didn't wear any panties. The girls might see your cum running down my thighs. Not that I would mind though."

Yeji, Lia and Chaeryeong don't know that you have sex with Yuna. They still think she is an innocent maknae and you are just her normal boyfriend.

The thought of her members finding out this way makes you want to fill her up this instant.

"But then again, your cum always tastes so good."

You sigh, unable to bear this pleasure much longer. This lazy thrusting is getting to your head. Sometimes, it can be more enjoyable than a rough fucking. The combination of this and Yuna's words drive you further towards the unstoppable.

"Maybe I want to swallow your load."

Yuna slowly gets up, resting her hands on your shoulders.

"How often did you cum today?"

"Three times."

You manage to push your words past your teeth, trying to hold it in, until Yuna made a decision.

"There is not much cum left, then. I should be able to swallow all."

The thought of cuming in her mouth gets you a little too excited. Your next thrust is harder than expected.

"Fuck!"

Yuna shakes. Out of pain and pleasure.

"Sorry."

You mumble.

Your girlfriend is back to taking heavy breaths.

"It's fine. It felt good, too."

Your hands wander around her waist, squeezing her ass cheeks.

"I'm close."

"I want to swallow. I have been sitting through this whole day during AAA, waiting for that cum of yours."

Yuna slowly gets off your cock, leaving it covered in her slick. Like she did earlier, she gets comfortable between your legs, lying on her stomach as she starts to give you head.

Your fingers comb through her hair, enjoying her mouth around your cock.

"Fuck, Yuna."

Your climax edges closer as your girlfriend slowly starts to force your cock down her throat. Once again, it's a tight fit, which makes it so much more enjoyable.

"I'm gonna cum. Gonna cum in that dirty mouth of yours."

Yuna nods excitedly, your cock still inside of her.

"Fuck!"

You groan loudly, pushing her head onto your cock as a reflex. Yuna's wide eyes stare up at you as she feels you pumping her mouth and throat full with your cum. As you unload inside of her, Yuna tries to breath through her nose.

She almost chokes and coughs as your cum starts to leak out of her nose. You've done this once or twice before. But not with Yuna. The surprised look on her face indicates that she might have been unaware that this is actually possible.

Globes of your cum leave her nostrils, while her throat is coated with your thick semen.

In your eyes, Shin Yuna has never looked better.

"What do you mean, you caught her?"

You look down at Yuna, who's head is resting on your chest. It took a while to clean her nose completely.

"I saw her watching you."

"Watching me?"

"Yeah."

"But she hates what I do. And she hates that we are together."

The thought of Ryujin watching your videos is crazy to you. Most people might call your occupation a little unusual. And even Yuna needed a little time to get used to it. But now, she is completely fine with the fact that you are a pornstar.

You fuck a lot of women on camera, but Yuna doesn't seem to mind anymore. You are happy that she is fine with it, you didn't get into the industry because of fun. You grew up poor and in a bad environment. Now, you are reasonably wealthy and in a relationship with a famous Korean singer. You made it quite far.

So obviously, you are surprised to hear Yuna say that Ryujin watched your videos. She found out what you do for a living while you and Yuna talked about it. Since that day, she keeps telling Yuna to break up with you.

"Do you know what kind of video?"

Yuna nods her head.

"It's a video of you, fucking your stepmom."

You frown.

"That's what Ryujin is into?"

Yuna shrugs her shoulder.

"Dunno. But it is weird. Why would she watch your stuff, if she hates you so much? I'm sure she could've found more with that kind of theme."

"Yeah. You think she just wanted to see what I do? Like confirm that I do this work?"

Your girlfriend shakes her head.

"I've caught her yesterday as well."

She looks up at you.

"Unnie was watching a video of you, fucking some cheap Japanese slut. It sounded like you broke her spine or something."

You chuckle, trying to remember who that could've been. You have a couple of those scenes.

"But that's not the important part."

You raise an eyebrow.

Yuna whispers, despite the fact that the two of you are alone.

"She touched herself."

"What?"

Yuna nods, obviously still surprised.

"She was lying on her bed with her eyes closed. Her hand was in between her legs and she got herself off to you."

"Ryujin?"

"Yes."

You still can't believe this. Ryujin always hated you. This is just weird.

"Was there something else?"

Yuna ponders for a moment.

"She was moaning really loud. She kept saying 'Fuck this slut. Ruin her pussy. Make her cum on that big cock.' She even came in the end."

"Really?"

Yuna nods as you feel your cock hardening. It's not intentional. But the fact that Ryujin touched herself to you fucking another woman doesn't leave you cold.

Your girlfriend must have felt your cock pressing against her from underneath the sheets.

"Do you want a second round?"

You can't help but groan as you feel her hand wrap around your cock.

"Thinking about Ryujin touching herself to my boyfriend makes me so wet, daddy."

With that, Yuna sneaks underneath the sheets, her lips wrapped around your dick shortly after.

In hindsight, you should've known that this wasn't the end of this conversation.

With Christmas right around the corner and your girlfriend's busy schedule, the text you got from Yuna was not very surprising.

"Come to the dorm tonight. I got your present ready."

You are now standing in front of the mirror in your apartment, looking at the two gifts you bought her. The one in your left is a book from her favorite author. She told you about it a couple of months ago, so you thought it could make a great present.

The one in your right hand is a little bit different. Knowing Yuna's measurements, you bought her a set of lace lingerie. She seems to like those, your birthday present being enough proof of that. This one is red though, fitted for the Christmas season.

You wonder if you should give her only one of them, or both. After a couple of moments, you decide on both. The fact that Yuna is asking you to come over this late can only mean two things. One, her schedule was full until now, or two, she wanted to fuck.

Being in a relationship with her for quite a while, you are able to take an educated guess that it's number two.

When the door to Itzy's dorm opens, you see Yuna standing in front of you. Her outfit definitely does not match the current season. But you would never complain about that.

Her red hair looks good on her. You can proudly say that she was torn between blonde and red and asked you to make the decision for her. You picked the right one.

She is wearing light blue jeans and a sweater with a smaller one underneath. An odd fashion choice in your opinion, but who are you to judge? Especially when she shows off that damn body of hers? Her midriff is completely exposed and her waist is as small as it gets.

You expected Yuna to be dressed in either something sexy, or just lingerie. You weren't wrong, it seems.

"Merry Christmas, daddy."

You chuckle, leaning down to kiss her lips.

"Merry Christmas, babygirl."

You put your gifts onto the small table near the door, before letting your hands glide over the skin on her waist. You can never get enough of this perfect body.

"You are so hot."

You kiss Yuna passionately. She returns the kiss, her hands going through your hair as she pulls you a little towards her.

After the two of you are done, you give her your presents. Being the goofball she is, Yuna immediately opens them, ripping the paper off carelessly.

"Oh thanks! That's great!"

She opened the book first and is now giving you a tight hug as a thank you.

"Open the other one."

"You have two for me?"

Yuna smiles from ear to ear, ready to unwrap the second one.

In that moment, you hear something strange coming from one of the rooms.

"What is that?"

Yuna stops opening your present halfway.

"Hm?"

"What is this sound?"

There it is again. As if someone is crying.

Yuna stays silent, trying to hear it as well.

"Oh, that. That's your present, daddy."

"My present?"

Yuna nods excitedly, before walking towards the door, not without taking your hand.

"Merry Christmas, daddy."

With that, she opens the door.

You don't recognize the person at first. You are actually too stunned to take in all of this

The woman on the bed is barely wearing anything. Only a big red ribbon is decorating and covering her chest. Her lower half is completely naked as she kneels on the bed. You see the small vibrator that's tied to her clit, buzzing slightly.

Her hands are tied behind her back with a red rope and her eyes are covered by a red blindfold.

She whines occasionally. She must have been in this position for quite a while already. You see the small red marks on her wrists where the rope is cutting into her skin.

You finally recognize her. Shin Ryujin.

"Yuna, what-"

She places a finger on your lips.

"She shouldn't know that you are here. I want to surprise her."

Your girlfriend walks towards a small bag, which could've been Santa's by the way it's decorated. It looks like an old jute sack, small bells hanging all around it.

The small bells make a little noise, when Yuna reaches inside. Ryujin turns her head in her direction immediately.

You watch Yuna taking out a pair of red earmuffs and walking towards Ryujin. The older girl flinches, when she feels Yuna's touch. Once the maknae put the earmuffs on her, she walks back to you.

"Your present."

She smiles widely as if she gave you the best Christmas present in the world.

"Yuna, what the fuck?"

She chuckles.

"You don't like it?"

"Does she even..."

"Does she want this? Of course she does. Trust me."

Yuna winks at you.

In that moment, another moan escapes Ryujin's lips.

"Y-Yuna are you still there?"

The younger one ignores her.

"Do you like it?"

"I..."

You don't know what to say. Do you like it? Is there a proper answer to that question?

"Well-"

"Y-Yuna?"

Your girlfriend rolls her eyes.

"She can be a bit loud sometimes. She is even louder when she watches your videos."

Yuna walks back towards the bag, taking out another toy. A red ball gag. She puts it on Ryujin, who is a little startled when she feels something touching her.

Ryujin's moans are now silenced, the poor girl unable to do anything.

"What do you want to do to her first, daddy?"

"I..."

You are still too baffled to talk properly. Your mind is still trying to comprehend what is going on. How did Yuna get Ryujin in this position? Is Ryujin even okay with this?

As if she read your mind, Yuna gives you a reassuring kiss on the cheek.

"Don't worry, daddy. She watched that video of yours from last Christmas. Do you remember that?"

You slowly nod. Last Christmas?

You remember shooting a great movie in America. You were playing some guy coming home to his step family for the holidays. Your two step sisters and your stepmother were more than welcoming. Let's just leave it at that.

You still vividly remember the scene were you tied up your "stepmother" and fucked her next to the Christmas tree.

Is that the video Ryujin watched? That's like almost a three hour movie.

"Do you really have consent from her?"

It's not like this isn't hot as hell, but you don't wanna get arrested.

Yuna rolls your eyes.

"Don't worry, daddy. Just look at how wet she is."

You take a closer look, realizing that Yuna is right.

The sheets Ryujin is kneeling on are completely soaked with her juices. It's not even a small puddle anymore. Calling it an ocean would be more appropriate.

"Here."

Yuna hands you a small remote with four buttons on it.

"I've been edging her for an hour now. I'm surprised she is still able to moan like this."

You can't believe your ears.

Taking the remote out of Yuna's hands, you press one of the buttons. Ryujin throws her head back at the sudden increase of vibrations. Her clit has been overstimulated for way too long. It was never enough to mke her cum, but it kept her in a constant state of arousal.

Now that you have turned it up a notch, Ryujin is hopefully waiting for release.

To her disappointment, it's still not enough. But it almost breaks her, if she could, she would fall face first into the mattress.

But you see that the rope that's tied around her hands is leading towards the big shelf at the wall behind her. Yuna secured it there, making Ryujin stay in this position.

"This really is hot."

You can't help but think about all the dirty things you could do to Ryujin.

"Right?"

Yuna gets on her tiptoes to kiss your lips.

"Have fun, daddy."

She invitingly motions towards Ryujin.

Standing next to the bed, you place your hand on Ryujin's thigh. She jerks away at first, but she let's you touch her. Not that she has much of a choice anyway.

The young woman can feel that this isn't Yuna this time. Your hand is bigger and your skin rougher. She thinks if this could be you. Or just some random stranger Yuna picked up on the streets.

Your hand glides along her thigh as you enjoy the smoothness of her skin. Closing in on her core, you start to feel the first hint of Ryujin's cum.

She tries to move a little towards you. She doesn't care who's hand it is as long as it makes her finally orgasm.

Your fingertips dance along her uper thigh. Because of the ball gag on her mouth, you are barely able to hear Ryujin's deep moan.

"You are such a needy slut."

You never expected to be able to say this to Ryujin's face. Even if she can't hear and see you.

Yuna joins you, standing next to the bed as well.

"She really is, daddy. I think she has become addicted to your cock since she first saw it. She masturbates like three times a day."

You squeeze Ryujin's thigh in response. It's so hot, thinking that Ryujin has touched herself to you. Even when she openly dislikes you.

"We should teach her a lesson, daddy."

"We should."

Using the remote, you suddenly activate the highest setting of the vibrator. Ryujin's body immediately reacts. She throws her head back, her thighs quivering. Her hole body shakes and a muffled scream escapes her mouth.

You turn the vibrator off completely. Just a second before Ryujin reaches her climax. She almost cums untouched, before her body slowly calms down.

"Wow. That's so hot."

Yuna sighs, letting a finger of hers graze against Ryujin's glistening wet labia. The older girl flinches, but Yuna slowly pushes inside.

You suddenly turn it up to max level again.

One, two, three seconds. You turn it off again.

"Fuck!"

This time, you hear Ryujin's scream.

She almost cums again, but you deny her orgasm. Yuna's finger inside her cunt isn't enough to make her cum without the vibrator.

"She is so tight, daddy. Do you think she can take your cock?"

You shrug your shoulders.

"We will make it fit."

Yuna's eyes glisten with evil lust. This turns her on just as much as being fucked herself.

"I think unnie is already wet enough. What do you think?"

"Let me try."

Yuna removes her finger.

Within a second, you turn on the vibrator and turn it off again.

Ryujin screams once more. Her body only held up by the rope now.

She shrieks in pain, when she suddenly feels you hit her pussy. Not too hard of course, you don't want to hurt her. It's more the surprise that makes her shudder.

As you pull your hand back, her slick juices stick to your palm.

Another slap.

Ryujin moans this time.

You feel her body tense up as she waits for another slap.

It comes just a couple of moments later.

Another moan.

When you remove your hand, the strings of her girl cum stick to your palm, connecting your hand with her pussy.

This is probably one of the hottest things you've ever seen. And coming from you, it does say something.

"I think she is wet enough."

Yuna smiles from ear to ear.

"I want her mouth first, though."

Yuna chuckles, already starting to remove Ryujin's gag. Once her mouth is empty again, Ryujin speaks up, her voice weaker than before.

"Y-Yuna? Who is he?"

She still can't hear anything, so Yuna just ignores her, walking over to the bag in the corner.

Meanwhile, you get your pants off, letting them fall to the ground. Since Ryujin is already in perfect position, you get onto the bed as well, standing right above her.

She can feel that someone just got onto the bed. Nervously, she wonders what's going on.

"Who are you?"

Without answering, you let your tip graze her pretty lips.

"(Y/n)? Is that you? I swear to God I-"

You shut her up by pushing forward. Her lips close around your cock.

You thrust into Ryujin's mouth, immediately making her choke. She feels how her mouth and throat are being filled by your cock.

As you slowly start fucking Ryujin's face, you see Yuna walking back towards you.

Your girlfriend is holding something in her hand.

"Let's see how well she can take this."

It seems like Yuna has gone all out on the Christmas themed sex toys. She is holding a red and white dildo, shaped like a candy cane.

It's not nearly as big as you are, but if Yuna told the truth, Ryujin needs to be warmed up first.

You keep pushing into the older girl's mouth, while the younger one gets on the bed next to you.

Ryujin moans around your cock as she feels Yuna push her toy into her pussy. After a couple of moments, you feel Ryujin's tongue lick your tip, everytime you almost pull out. She seems to really enjoy this as she actively starts to suck you off.

Meanwhile, Yuna slowly fucks Ryujin's pussy with her candy cane dildo.

"This looks so good, daddy. Now I whish I had a cock."

You laugh at her as you have your way with Ryujin's mouth. By now, you've already placed your hands on the sides of her head, pulling her towards you as you thrust into her.

The woman on her knees keeps moaning around your cock, in awe at how big it is. It barely fits into her mouth girth wise. And she doesn't even know how long it is. She gets a little scared, thinking about the fact that you might want to fuck her pussy. Is she even gonna be able go take it?

You keep thrusting in and out of Ryujin's mouth, her lips tightly wrapped around your cock.

"Do you need a hand, daddy?"

Yuna seems to have read your mind once again.

Before you can even nod, she has already removed the dildo. But not completely. It's tip still resting inside Ryujin. Everytime she moves just a little, it makes her squirm.

Yuna stand behind her unnie, wanting to make it easier for you to fuck her face. Forcing Ryujin's mouth open, Yuna hooks one of her fingers on either side into Ryujin's cheeks. This way, the older girl's mouth is open and she is unable to close it.

You now start to truly fuck her face. With an increasing pace, you use Ryujin's mouth and throat. The way her gag reflex massages your cock feels so good to you. Almost too good. Her eyes are still covered and she still can't hear anything. Wanting Ryujin to hear how dirty she sounds, you remove her earmuffs.

You silently look at Yuna and she gets the hint.

"Check out how dirty you sound, unnie. You are a real whore, aren't you?"

Ryujin tries to defend herself, but nothing more than gags escape her mouth.

Spit starts to leak out, coating her chin and adding to the wetness between her thighs.

"What do you think, unnie? Is he gonna fit in your pussy?"

You feel Ryujin trying to shake her head, but your hands keep it in place.

"Maybe we have to get you even wetter. What do you say?"

All three of you know, that Ryujin is unable to respond. Without warning, Yuna let's go of Ryujin's cheeks.

You feel the older girl's lips wrap tightly around your cock once more as your girlfriend skips back towards the bag.

"Don't peek."

Whatever she took, Yuna is hiding it. She even gets out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Ryujin doesn't even know that Yuna has left. Her own gagging is too loud to hear much else. You keep bruising her throat, not giving her a moment of rest.

A couple of moments later, Yuna comes back. She is now wearing the red lingerie you bought her. It's matching the color of her hair and is partially see through. You can see her nipples, while her tiny waist is decorated with a small golden chain. Just like strings from a thong.

"What do you think?"

You are in awe, stopping your relentless pounding into Ryujin's mouth to admire your girlfriend.

Only now you can see what she is holding in her hand. A strap on.

"You like my idea?"

You nod, still concealing your identity to Ryujin.

The young woman doesn't know what Yuna is talking about.

Your girlfriend starts to loosen the rope a little, making Ryujin fall forward. She is now hanging in midair, your cock now further down her throat. You didn't expect it to even be possible. Even Ryujin seems surprised, you are now so deep that it even suppresses her gag reflex. Your cock to big and heavy for her throat.

"Are you ready, unnie?"

Yuna doesn't wait for a response.

She slowly pushes into Ryujin's tight opening. Never in your right mid you thought this was possible. Spitroasting Ryujin together with your girlfriend.

The two of you quickly figure out a great rhythm. While you push forward, you make Ryujin take more of Yuna's strap on. When Yuna pushes forward, she makes Ryujin choke on your cock.

The two of you use both of her holes as you please, while Ryujin is unable to do or say something. Except for the occasional moan, her body is incapable of doing just about everything.

"Put this on her."

At one point, Yuna hands you something mettalic. It takes you a second, before you realize that she has given you a pair of nipple clamps, which are connected by a small chain.

You push the red ribbon off Ryujin's chest admiring her tits. They are slightly bigger than Yuna's. You give them both a squeeze, making Ryujin moand louder around your cock.

She shrieks in pain, when you suddenly put the nipple clamps on. Ryujin never expected Yuna to have something like this. It hurts and yet it makes her feel even better.

She feels her orgasm slowly approaching. Almost painfully slow. How much longer does she have to hold out? Her body is going to give up on her sooner or later.

The sight of Ryujin like this almost makes you cum. She is still kneeling on the bed, but her upper body is almost parallel to the mattress. Her throat is stuffed to the fullest with your cock. Yuna's strap on keeps pushing her onto you. The chain between the nipple clamps swings hypnotically.

You manage to motion to Yuna that you are close.

"Take her pussy, then. I bet unnie would love to feel your cock in her pussy before you cum."

Ryujin stiffens, having her doubts about Yuna's words. Are you really going to fit in her?

You pull out of her mouth, finally enabling her to talk again. Her throat and mouth are too sore though.

Yuna pulls out of Ryujin's pussy as well.

The two of you switch holes.

As Yuna thrusts her strap on into Ryujin's mouth, you align your cock with her pussy. Before you push in, you want her to know that it's you who is gonna fuck her.

"You are so wet for my cock, Ryujin."

You feel her tensing up and Yuna laughs.

"Who did you think it was, unnie? He is your daddy too now."

She shakes her head in protest.

But Ryujin is defenseless.

You push inside of her, conquering her pussy. Yuna bites her lip seeing you push inside her bandmate.

"Fuck, daddy. That looks so hot. Stretch her out real good."

You intend to do just that. Ryujin's tight pussy is unwilling to let you in, but you force yourself past her line of defense.

Because Yuna's dildo is still in her mouth, Ryujin is also unable to tell you to stop.

Once again, Yuna and you start to spitroast her. This time though, Ryujin flinches everytime you push further inside of her. Yuna was right, she really is fucking tight. But all of her juices makes it easier for you to glide in and out.

Now that Ryujin has found out its you, she tries to hold back her orgasm. She can't cum from your cock in her pussy. Never. To her, you are just some disgusting guy, who fucks hundreds of girls on camera for money. She hoped that Yuna would eventually wake up and see you as the bad person you truly are.

But she never expected this to happen. To being fucked by your big cock. And yes, Ryujin did watch your videos. But she only did it to get herself off. Is there something wrong with it? Surely not. Watching porn isn't as disgusting as making it.

Luckily, Yuna is already a step ahead of her. Unbeknownst to Ryujin, Yuna has set up a camera. You've seen it right as you came in, the two of you able to communicate without talking. You are gonna blurr Ryujin's and Yuna's faces and put this up on a couple of sites. Yuna ensured that the audio isn't very good, which means no one should be able to find out that it's Ryujin and Yuna.

The thought of filming a dirty video with two insanely famous idols makes you want to deliver your best performance.

Ryujin's pussy is slowly getting stretched like never before. You keep pushing further and further, making her take as much as Yuna does. Around four quarters of your cock.

When you hit the mark, Ryujin finally cums. She held herself back until now, the disgust she has for you finally washed away by the waves of her orgasm. She climax around your cock, moaning and shaking.

"Good girl."

Yuna pats her head. Enjoying the fact that she can completely dominate the older woman.

Your thrusting has become faster by now. Your orgasm slowly approaches as well. Ryujin's pussy is just so tight. You wonder how many guys had her before. It can't be a lot, considering that she is an idol and a modest girl. But she definitely is not a virgin.

You come up with ideas for the title of the video, trying to prevent yourself from cuming, although you almost achieve the opposite.

'Christmas bondage'

'Spitroasting her roommate'

'Forcing the tight Korean girl to take my cock'

There are more in the back of your mind, but you have to take a break. This is just making you cum faster.

Ryujin's moans has become louder again as Yuna also starts to rub Ryujin's clit. The stimulation is too much for her. She cums for a second time around your cock.

Her pussy squeezes you with all its might, trying to make you blow your load inside of her.

"I'm almost there."

You manage to hiss out. Yuna grins at you.

"Yes, daddy. Cum for your new play toy."

She pulls the strap on out of Ryujin's mouth.

"Where do you want it, unnie?"

By now, even Ryujin knows that there is no use to denying that she doesn't like this. But she has to safe face.

"I don't want it anywhere."

"Come on, unnie. Don't be a chill kill."

Yuna looks at you.

"I know you will, cum like a thunder."

(Author's note: Sorry I had to.)

Ryujin shakes her head.

"Do you want him to fill you up? It always pust me in a better mood. Or do you wanna swallow? His cum tastes amazing."

Ryujin shakes her head again.

You keep pounding into her, squeezing her delicious ass cheeks with your hands.

After breaking her, you wonder what could be as humiliating and degrading to Ryujin as possible. Of course you don't want to overdo it. But this might be your one and only chance.

"Or how about your tits?"

Yuna carelessly pulls at the chain.

It makes Ryujin scream. It makes her release an orgasm she didn't know she was holding in. Her walls hugg your cock tighter than ever before. Her juices force themselves past your cock as she starts squirting. All of her body was sensitive. But her nipples are her weak spot. She even didn't know that herself.

Ryujin cums uncontrollably. It almost could've been funny. If it weren't for the fact that you are still inside of her.

Because her orgasm triggers yours as well. You never thought that Ryujin could become this tight. Luckily, you already picked a spot.

While Ryujin still moans loudly, you pull out of her tight cunt.

"Fuck."

You groan as you lean forward, cuming all over Ryujin's dark hair. Ropes of your cum hit her silk like hair as you climax.

Ryujin can feel your cum. Embarrassment, disgust, anger start to grow in her stomach at first.

But when she hears you groan behind her, your cum staining and completely ruining her hair, Ryujin's feelings change. She somehow feels proud that she made you cum. As if she is just a good of a fuck as those cheap pornstars.

As she realizes this, she can't help but feel a little disgusted by herself.

After just having come back down from one of the most intense orgasms she's ever had, Ryujin's energy is completely drained.

But she can't help but turn her head in your direction.

"Do you have plans for new years?"

You are surprised at her question, but you choose to wait.

It's silent for a moment, before Ryujin finally loses all of her remaining dignity.

"Do you have any plans, d-daddy?"

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Hi, everyone!

I hope you are satisfied with this one.

I wish all of you Merry Christmas or something else if you don't celebrate Christmas.

See you next Friday!

[elryuse]

Hey can u write a story of 5 stepsisters (IZTY) who r obsessed with their younger brother y/n with mommy kinks.

Stuck With The Cold Princesses

ITZY OT 5 X MALE READER

Y/n flinched as a chorus of giggles erupted from the living room. ITZY, the five K-Pop idols who had become his stepsisters just a month ago, were sprawled on the plush rug, a chaotic mess of limbs and laughter. They were a far cry from the cold, aloof stars he'd seen on television. Here, in the sanctuary of their shared home, they were a terrifying whirlwind of possessiveness and affection.

Their arrival had been a shock to his system. Lia, the eldest, with a voice that could melt glaciers and eyes that could freeze them solid, took charge of the kitchen, her playful jabs about his meager appetite laced with a hidden venom. Yeji, the leader, a human algorithm with a heart of barbed wire, meticulously planned his schedule, ensuring every minute was filled with "approved" activities. Ryujin, the brooding rapper, spoke in grunts and glares, but her silent protectiveness was a suffocating cloak around him. Chaeryeong, the quiet dancer, was an enigma, her gaze a pool of swirling emotions that only flickered into life when it landed on Y/n. And Yuna, the maknae, was a whirlwind of sunshine that could turn into a hurricane with a single raised eyebrow.

Their initial hostility, a barrage of snide remarks and playful (or not so playful) shoves, had been a terrifying initiation. But then, the accident happened. A late-night drive back from a concert, slick roads, a missed turn – and the world turned upside down. The car flipped, a sickening screech of metal, and then silence. Y/n, miraculously unscathed, had pulled them from the wreckage, his voice a beacon of calm in the chaos.

That night, huddled together in the sterile hospital room, a horrifying truth emerged. ITZY weren't just a collection of talented idols; they were survivors of a tragedy so profound it had forged an unbreakable bond. Years ago, their parents, a famous musician couple, had perished in a similar car crash. The girls, left alone, had navigated the treacherous world of the entertainment industry together, a fortress built on shared trauma.

The revelation changed everything. The teasing stopped. The playful hostility morphed into a fierce, possessive protectiveness that bordered on obsession. Their new family dynamic was a terrifying masterpiece, painted in shades of control and affection.

Lia, ever the cook, fussed over his meals, her playful jabs about his appetite laced with a possessiveness that sent shivers down his spine. Yeji, the strategist, took charge of his schedule, ensuring his days were filled with activities she deemed "appropriate" – activities that kept him isolated from anyone but themselves. Ryujin, the taciturn one, claimed his bed every night, her silent presence a physical barrier against the outside world.

One afternoon, while walking home from school, Y/n bumped into Hana, a girl from his class. He hadn't realized how starved he was for normal social interaction until her easy smile and gentle conversation ignited a flicker of warmth in his chest. Their conversation, however trivial, felt like a lifeline thrown across a vast ocean of isolation.

Unbeknownst to Y/n, a pair of cold blue eyes watched from a distance. Yeji, ever vigilant, her gaze a predator tracking its prey. Back at home, the atmosphere was thick with a chilling tension. ITZY, usually a cacophony of chatter, sat in unsettling silence. The air crackled with unspoken threats.

"We saw you with Hana today, Y/n," Yeji finally spoke, her voice low and laced with ice.

Y/n felt a cold knot tighten in his stomach. "It was nothing, just… talking."

Ryujin slammed her fist on the table, making him flinch. "We don't like her, Y/n. She's not good for you."

Lia, who had always played the voice of reason, purred, a sound devoid of warmth. "Don't worry, darling. We'll take care of it."

The next day, Hana vanished. Y/n, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs, searched for her everywhere. The police, notified by her frantic parents, offered little comfort. The girls, their faces devoid of any emotion, simply offered empty platitudes about "missing persons" and the "inefficiency of the authorities."

Days turned into weeks, and a horrifying realization dawned on Y/n. Hana wasn't missing; she'd been silenced. A single red rose, its petals the color of fresh blood, lay on his pillow one night. A chilling note, penned in Chaeryeong's elegant handwriting, accompanied it: "We only want you to be happy, Y/n. And happy people don't need other girls."

His gaze darted to the five girls, their faces illuminated by the moonlight filtering through the window. They weren't the vibrant idols he saw plastered on posters anymore. Their smiles were predatory, their eyes devoid of the playful glint they used to hold. In their place was a terrifying possessiveness that made them look like cornered animals guarding their territory.

Y/n understood then. Their love, born from shared trauma and isolation, was a twisted vine that had suffocated them all. They weren't just his family, they were his captors. The fear that had coiled in his stomach since Hana's disappearance now clawed its way up his throat, choking him with a raw terror.

He tried to reason with them, to appeal to their dwindling humanity, but his words were met with chilling silence. Lia, the once playful cook, spoke in a voice devoid of warmth. "You're safe here, Y/n. You don't need anyone else."

Ryujin, the brooding rapper, materialized beside him, her hand finding his wrist with a bruising grip. "We're all that you need."

Desperate, he pleaded with Chaeryeong, the quiet one who spent hours lost in her art. "Don't you see this isn't right? Hana… what did you do to her?"

Chaeryeong stared at him, her eyes pools of swirling sorrow. A single tear traced a path down her cheek, a stark contrast to the chilling smile playing on Lia's lips. "She made you happy," Chaeryeong whispered, her voice barely audible. "And we can't have that."

Yuna, the maknae, broke the chilling silence with a high-pitched giggle that sent shivers down Y/n's spine. "Don't worry, oppa! We'll make you happy. Forever."

Their twisted affection pressed in on him, a suffocating wall built from fear and devotion. Y/n knew then that escape wasn't an option. He was trapped in their gilded cage, a prisoner of their warped love. Days bled into weeks, and a horrifying routine unfolded.

Gone were the playful interactions. The girls became his constant companions, their possessiveness suffocating. Excursions outside the house were rare, and always under their watchful eyes. Their smiles became strained, their once vibrant personalities dulled by the weight of their actions and the growing paranoia that consumed them.

One night, as Y/n lay awake, staring at the flickering shadows dancing on the ceiling, Ryujin, usually a stoic presence, spoke in a voice thick with raw emotion. "It's getting harder," she confessed, her voice a ragged whisper. "The whispers… the dreams… they're getting louder."

Y/n didn't dare ask about the whispers or the dreams. He knew they were the ghosts of their past, the trauma that bound them together while slowly tearing them apart.

One stormy night, the tension reached a breaking point. Lia, usually the picture of control, broke down, her facade crumbling as she sobbed uncontrollably. Y/n, hesitant at first, reached out and offered a comforting touch.

"We didn't mean to hurt you, Y/n," she cried, her voice cracking with grief. "We just… we just wanted to be happy family again."

Something in her desperation resonated with Y/n. He saw in her the same fear and loneliness that mirrored his own. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance to break free. A chance to heal, not just for him, but for them.

"Then let me help you," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "Let's get help together."

A flicker of hope sparked in Lia's tear-filled eyes, a fragile ember in the vast darkness of their situation. But before they could discuss it further, a scream tore through the house, a chilling sound that echoed throughout the night.

The bedroom door slammed open, revealing Yeji, her face contorted in a mask of rage. In her hand, she clutched a phone, the screen displaying a news report of a missing girl – a girl with striking green eyes and a familiar smile. Hana.

Y/n's frantic pleas for Hana's safety were met with chilling silence. The girls, their expressions a terrifying blend of relief and possessiveness, huddled closer to him. He saw not rage, but gratitude reflected in their eyes. They had won.

The police investigation, fueled by Y/n's fabricated story of a random encounter and abduction, hit a dead end. Hana – a name that would forever prickle his conscience – simply vanished. Freedom, a word that once held so much promise, now tasted like ashes in his mouth.

Life within their opulent penthouse became a twisted parody of family. Gone were any aspirations of college, of escaping the suffocating cocoon they'd woven around him. His days were meticulously planned – movie nights featuring only their chosen films, meals cooked under their watchful eyes, outings that kept him firmly within their grasp.

Their "therapy" sessions morphed into chilling confessionals. They poured out their childhood trauma, the raw pain of their parents' death, the fear that had solidified their bond into an unbreakable chain. Y/n, a captive audience, offered empty words of comfort, all the while knowing his sacrifice had become his prison sentence.

Nights were the worst. Their sprawling bed became a battlefield of suffocating affection. Lia, the one who used to tease him about his appetite, now fussed over every morsel he ate. Yeji, the strategist, ensured his every need was anticipated, before he even knew he had it. Ryujin, the taciturn one, clung to him with a silent possessiveness that spoke volumes. Chaeryeong, the quiet artist, would sketch him endlessly, her eyes devouring his every feature. And Yuna, the maknae, her once infectious laughter now held a tinge of hysteria, showered him with childish demands for attention.

Slowly, the defiant spark in Y/n's eyes dimmed, replaced by a hollow acceptance. He became a puppet, his emotions dulled by their suffocating love. He no longer fought against the endless movie marathons, the repetitive board games, the constant stream of childish questions.

One day, as they sprawled on the floor, giggling over a particularly silly game, a news report flashed across the screen – ITZY, the K-Pop stars, taking a hiatus to focus on "personal growth." A humorless chuckle escaped Y/n's lips. Personal growth indeed.

He looked around at the five faces, their gazes filled with a possessive contentment. They were no longer the vibrant idols plastered across magazines, but his captors, their smiles tinged with a touch of mania.

Y/n, trapped in their gilded cage, had become their ultimate trophy – a reminder of their triumph, a living testament to their twisted love. The "Mommies," as they insisted he call them, had won. His desperate sacrifice had not saved Hana, but had condemned him to a lifetime sentence in his own personal horror story. He was a prisoner, not just of their warped affection, but of his own guilt-fueled decision. The outside world had faded away, replaced by the stifling sweetness of their twisted love, a terrifying lullaby that lulled him into his own living nightmare.