#twice chaeyoung

[miinatozakiii]

but i’ll love you better, if you let me

son chaeyoung x fem!reader ; angst, smut

synopsis: “you told me your new man don’t make you nut, that’s a damn shame.”

wc: 7.4k

warnings: smut; thigh riding; jealousy ; cheating!! ; readers a meanie lowk; men mentioned ; smoking; cursing; alcohol; lalala whatever else i missed ; not proofread

a/n: happy late chae day!!! ALSO i don't condone cheating… HOWEVER.

chaeyoung watches you closely, a cigarette perched between your lips as a subtle smirk dances across your features in response to the news.

“boyfriend?” you scoff, almost as if it’s a joke to you. “right.”

furrowing her brows, she looks at you, almost offended.

“what’s with the tone?”

"nothing, nothing...," you mumble, your eyes drilling into hers with intensity. she shrinks under your gaze, just as she always does when you give her that look. you light the end of your cigarette, inhaling shallowly before exhaling a small cloud of smoke.

chaeyoung crosses her arms. “i’m serious.”

“yeah?” you say teasingly, smiling like she’s an idiot. “does this boyfriend have a name?”

“haesol.”

“right.”

she’s a little frustrated at the tone of your voice, plus the little look you give her. the way you pay no mind to this new information – your eyes squinting and the look of incredulity you give her – brushing it off as some stupid, laughable lie ticks a nerve in her.

you inhale deeper, then sigh out the smoke slowly.

“alright, new topic,” you suggest, handing her the cigarette, which she rejects by pushing your wrist away, to your surprise.

“why are you acting like this is some stupid joke? don’t you care?”

yes, you did care. the notion of chaeyoung being involved with a man earned a visceral reaction from you, a combination of disbelief, frustration, and disappointment. the idea honestly seemed preposterous, even laughable, but your reaction had no sign of amusement. if anything, it left a bitter taste in your mouth, worse than any cheap hangover remedy. 

“i do care.”

offering the cigarette to her again, you raise both brows expectantly as you urge her to take it. she reluctantly accepts it from in between your fingers, then holds it to her lips.

you continue, looking away from her now and towards the street, “i just don’t want some guy taking so much of your time, time we could be using to hang out. besides, i don’t know him, you never even mentioned the guy.”

as the anger subsides, chaeyoung's features soften, her expression shifting to one of understanding. in the gentle glow of the setting sun, she’s a little cuter when she looks at you like that, her usual appeal heightened by the softening light.

you glance at her and smirk before looking back at the ground, leaning against the wall of the building behind you. 

the two of you have developed a reputation for being nearly inseparable. whether it's in class or during free time, the two of you are almost always together. chaeyoung was in two of your classes, and not the tedious prerequisite classes offered, the ones that people willingly chose based on their interests: music theory and art history.

you noticed her from first glance, taking note of the pretty girl in your two classes. she was striking; tattoos littered her skin, her unconventional style, and sick piercings. yeah, definitely your type of person, she was bound to lure you. however, you didn’t chase, so instead of actively pursuing her, you opted for more subtle approaches. you'd steal glances in her direction, flash a smile whenever your eyes met, or create chance encounters like accidental bumps or brushed hands, all of which served as silent invitations for her to make the first move.

from the moment you shared your first cigarette in the streets at night – outside your now favorite bar as a way to escape the rest of your classmates – a strong connection formed. 

chaeyoung hands you the cigarette back; you inhale deeply again, letting the smoke fill your lungs.

“if he’s uglier than you i won’t accept it.” you mutter, knowing you won’t because there’s no one more striking than her. 

“people are more than just looks you know.”

“that only applies to women.”  you grin. “now, let’s go get dinner. i’m hungry.”

she rolls her eyes at you and playfully pushes your shoulder before swiping the cigarette from your fingers. you chuckle at her reaction, then tilt your head, silently urging her to walk with you to a nearby restaurant down the street.

-

you shouldn’t have gone out with san and wooyoung, especially not on a thursday night because now it’s friday morning and you can still feel the hangover.

you wait on a bench at the little park on campus, the ache in your head still present even after your first class, despite gulping down a bottle of water and two advil tablets prior to it. 

chaeyoung asked to meet there, talking about some “surprise” she had. 

after waiting five minutes you finally feel your phone buzz in your hand, seeing the notification pop up on the top of the screen.

[11:28pm]

chaeyoung: i’m here

chaeyoung: to your left

you turn your head, noticing your best friend walking alongside a taller man, their hands interlocked. your stomach churns at the sight – you almost throw up in your mouth. taking a deep breath, you rise from your seat and make your way over to them, meeting them in the middle of the sidewalk.

chaeyoung had told you about him two weeks ago, even mentioning him here and there but you didn’t think you’d actually meet him, not now.

he wears a small – clearly forced – half-smile, one that you have the urge to wipe off his face. his hair is a messy, platinum blonde, with roots starting to show. a loose-fitting black tee drapes over his frame, paired with dark, baggy jeans. he’s also taller than you, maybe two or three inches taller, but not crazy tall. he's not the worst-looking guy, but you can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment.

“people are than just looks you know,” her words repeat in your head – you try to consider them.

“haesol, this is y/n. she’s my closest friend.” she says, then looks at you with sparkles in her eyes. “y/n, this is haesol, my boyfriend.”

“boyfriend, right.” you respond, tone acidic.

“you’re the best friend?”

the best friend? yeah, you’re not really fond of the way he said that. but to be fair, your tone wasn’t as nice either.

“yeah.” you force a friendlier expression after glancing over at chaeyoung, smiling at haesol now. “it’s nice to meet you.”

“same here.” 

it’s undeniably awkward, with chaeyoung by his side and your unpreparedness to face – well, him. you can’t help but glance at their locked hands, immediately looking away after it had disgusted you enough.

chaeyoung clears her throat before saying, “um, y/n, i was just wondering if you would like to get lunch with us? the two of you can get to know each other.”

a little sigh leaves your lips because really, you don’t want to know him any more than you do. but lunch with chaeyoung is something you can never pass up, especially when she’s looking at you all hopeful and shooting a little pout.

“i’m down, yeah.”

“great.” she says, “perfect.”

you and haesol make eye contact again before chaeyoung pulls him away, expecting you to follow.

-

to keep it brief, lunch was alright. it was rather quiet, unlike your usual conversations with chaeyoung, which are filled with laughter and tend to be more lively. with him there, you felt somewhat out of place, finding his stupid looks at chaeyoung irritating and the constant touchiness made you lose most your appetite.

when haesol was distracted by his phone or momentarily left the conversation, you found it easier to simply talk to chaeyoung. however, as soon as he looked back at her, you would fall silent again. 

you found his demeanor too blunt and his tendency to boast about himself irritating. his lack of attention to chaeyoung while she was speaking, instead focusing on his phone, only added to your irritation, making you scrunch your brows and send judgy looks.

“y/n, why don’t you tell him about yourself?” chaeyoung says to break the random moment of silence as you all eat. 

you blink, swallowing the rice you had been eating. “oh, like what?”

haesol seemed more focused on the food in front of him, paying little attention to the conversation. chaeyoung, on the other hand, noticed the lack of information being shared about you, which confused her. to her, you were the most interesting person in the room.

“haesol, you know y/n is in a band?”

you ‘re quick to cut her off, “it’s just a gig, not that serious. just… extra money.” you widen your eyes at her, tightening your jaw to send a little message. 

“oh, that’s cool i guess.” he says, shrugging at you. 

“she plays guitar and sings–”

“it’s just a side thing.” you say sternly. 

haesol doesn’t notice the look you give chaeyoung, too unbothered by your presence as a whole. you give him a little look before crossing your arms.

“haesol,” you begin.

he finishes chewing and swallows before humming a “ hm?”

“what do you like about my best friend?”

he pauses, thinking to himself (you would’ve answered without hesitation).

“she’s cute and every time i talk to her she listens and laughs you know. she’s hot.”

“right.” you mumble, then look over to chaeyoung, who’s smiling like an idiot. “okay.”

his phone – which had been set on the table for once – started to ring. you eye him as he picks it up, answering with a snarky tone that you hate; the urge to punch him in the face eats you up, but you manage to hold back.

you can’t do this, he’s not any of the few men you tolerate, everything about him pisses you off. you’re going to burst any moment and it’s better to let the fire die down.

“i should get going.” you suddenly speak, not caring that he’s listening to someone through the phone. “i have things to do. sorry chaeng.”

“you haven’t finished your food.” she says, furrowing her brows.

you shrug. “not hungry anymore. you two have fun.”

chaeyoung doesn’t get another word in, you’re already up and ready to go by the time she opens her mouth. haesol doesn’t bat an eye, letting you leave without questioning it.

-

from then on, whenever you and chaeyoung meet alone or with friends, the mere mention of haesol makes you feel a sense of discomfort bordering on nausea. you find yourself growing slightly distant, just enough to create a subtle but noticeable shift in your interactions, especially when haesol is brought up and acknowledged. 

so chaeyoung stops mentioning him, completely disregarding him whenever you’re near because at the end of day she just wants what you two have to be normal. at the end of the day she craves any attention you give her rather than haesol.

and things get more normal from there on out, as long as he’s not involved.

but it still lingers in her mind, you and haesol, you. 

(that’s really complicated to think about, so chaeyoung doesn’t really think on it that much.

but she really should consider why you plague her mind a little more than haesol.

a lot more.)

–

you look down at your notes, spinning the pencil in between your fingers. “the free response ones, they’re worth more points than the multiple choices, sixty percent. i think we have to apply abstract expressionism to pieces and the text, and then there’s some romanticism that we have to use. it should be relatively simple if you just bullshit it with the examples given but–”

you look up again, chaeyoungs eyes drill into your whole being. 

“what?’

she frowns. “you don’t like haesol, do you?”

“we need to study for the exam chaeng.” you grumble, followed by a sigh.

“you’re avoiding my question.”

sitting back in your seat, you look at her, frustrated. then you drop your pencil down on your notes, cursing under your breath.

“i don’t like your boyfriend, there, happy?”

“why?”

“he pisses me off.”

“did he do something to you?”

“did he need to? do i need a reason? i don’t want to waste my time talking about a man or thinking of one. can we just study?” your voice raises a bit, you’re clearly annoyed; chaeyoung decides to let it go, letting you continue on with what you were saying. “anyways, i think chapter 16 and 17 are what we need to focus on.”

chaeyoung stiffens in her seat. “yeah, okay. i have notes for that.”

“great.”

the atmosphere in the study room becomes heavy, almost suffocating for both of you. even worse is when you both sit in silence, poring over notes, the only audible sounds being the scratch of your pencil against paper as you jot down key terms, and the rhythmic tapping of chaeyoung's foot against the ground. the tension hangs thick in the air, palpable yet unspoken.

you look up again, sighing.

honestly, you feel bad (not really, it’s haesol you’re talking about. but chaeyoung? yeah, you can’t bear to see a frown on that pretty face of hers), but you can’t control how you feel about her boyfriend. about her. 

chaeyoung’s been a little crush, well, maybe little isn’t the right word. you’ve never done anything about it because there wasn’t a need to, it wasn’t clawing at you. not until now at least. 

she’s been available, single, yet you never even thought of asking her out or anything, just small advances and subtle hints to something. 

cigarettes shared in more places than you can count on one hand, letting her hold onto your waist as you drove her home on that motorcycle of yours, carrying her over to someplace safe while she’s batshit drunk, and even lending yourself to her when she needed someone to literally lean on. you let her sprawl all over you, despite hating physical touches from anyone else. 

wasn’t that enough? how dense did she have to be? or really, the question was: were your advances really enough?

and now? god, she has a whole boyfriend, it fucking kills you. the mere thought of him being in her life makes it all miserable, you can’t look at that beautiful face of hers or interact with her normally without that weird feeling in your heart, the feeling hurts you, eats you up inside. it’s all because of her boyfriend, the fact that you can’t have her, even though she deserves you instead of him.

the last thing you want is the feeling of your chest being split into two, so you avoid the thought of haesol as a whole.

(it seems to be failing, considering how often you think of chaeyoung, then of him, and now your whole heart feels like it’s being pounded by a hammer 24/7.)

you break the silence, looking up from the notes chaeyoung had passed to you. parting your lips, you don’t speak, instead, pondering, thinking of what to say. 

as you look at chaeyoung, you can't help but notice the subtle changes in her appearance. her hair is a little shorter than before, framing her face in a new way. but it's the nervous way she rubs at the tattoos on her hands that catches your attention. those tattoos, the ones that litter her hand, are familiar to you, more familiar than you'd care to admit. you’ve thought about them in too many ways, some ways you’re a little too embarrassed to admit.

“did you get a haircut?” you ask, raising a brow.

chaeyoung looks at you in surprise, the tension already sizzling down as the conversation starts. “yeah, just a little off the ends, some touch up’s on the layers.

you pause, then reach to run your hands through her hair.

“it’s cute, i like it.”

chaeyoung smiles, finding herself blushing at the sudden compliment. “thank you.”

“hey, after this, let’s grab something to eat?” she laughs, smiling at how anticipated you are. “of course.”

“let’s head over to shin’s–her bibimbap is good, cheap, and the best i’ve had.”

“okay, okay.” she snickers, grinning. “you pay.”

“yeah yeah, whatever.”

it’s these little moments that saw at the growing tension between you two, surely but slowly. 

and then the two of you laugh in between note taking again, it’s easy to ignore the elephant in the room considering how you two are; oblivious, pining a little more than both of you would like to admit, and too conflicted to even consider confrontation or communication.

as the two of you laugh in between note-taking, it's easy to fall back into the comfortable rhythm of your friendship. you both choose to ignore the elephant in the room considering how you two are—oblivious to the deeper undercurrents, secretly pining for each other more than either of you would care to admit, and too conflicted to even breach the topic of confrontation or communication. so you laugh, you joke, and you carry on, pretending that everything is just as it should be, even when it's far from it.

-

haesol turns his head. “something on your mind baby?”

gross, chaeyoung furrows her brows at the petname, weirdly enough. 

his arm is around her, hand resting on her shoulder and her head rested on his bicep. they’re watching a movie, chaeyoung blinks, responding lowly, “oh, no.”

“seems like it.” haesol says, but doesn’t pry.

you’d pry, you’d do something to make her confess her worries. haesol simply pushes her closer into him, eyes on the screen of the tv.

chaeyoung wants to push aside the strange pounding of her heart whenever she's around you. she wishes she could stop catching herself checking you out, feeling every unfamiliar flutter and pang in her heart. it's all so foreign to her, and it makes her uneasy. she doesn't like the uncertainty, the conflicted feelings swirling inside her chest, the questions without answers, everything that has to do with you. 

sometimes she even wonders what it would be like if you were in haesol’s place, like right now, watching this movie with her, with your arm under her head instead of his. maybe if she was next to you, then maybe her evening wouldn’t feel like such a waste right now.

“i think,” chaeyoung starts, “i think im going to go to sleep. i don’t feel well.”

“what? seriously?” haesol asks, there’s a hint of annoyance in his tone. “um, feel better, drink water or something. i’ll be in bed later.”

chaeyoung forces a smile, pursing her lips a little tighter than she’d like, then walks over to his room, flopping on his bed.

she checks her phone, a text from you pops up.

10:53pm

you: wyd

a small smile forms on chaeyoung’s lips.

chaeng: about to sleep

you: at ten–almost eleven, on a saturday?

you: something up?

chaeng: just not feeling it

you: are you sick? haesol is with you right? is he taking care of you?

her brows furrow; this is the first time you’ve mentioned his name. sure, it was through text, but you acknowledged him. she tucks herself into the blanket and stares at the text before responding.

chaeyoung: we were watching a movie and i felt a little tired, just went back to the room to lay down

you: right

you: you better pick up, im calling

she reads your text, and not even five seconds later feels her phone ring, looking at the contact photo of you in some stupid hat in one of those photobooth pictures, as well as your name pop up in bold on her screen. she presses the green icon, bringing the phone to her ear lazily.

“what’s up?” you ask. she hears a bit of noise in the back, it sounds like you’re at some bar, maybe outside of it, probably with some of your other friends who have a higher tolerance than her. 

“y/n, i’m just tired.”

“right.” you say calmly, she hears the faint sound of you inhaling, then a small exhale. “and that boyfriend of yours isn't taking care of you?”

“we were just watching a movie and i don’t know, i just felt… uneasy.”

“he’s giving you migraines.”

“it doesn’t work like that.”

“thinking of how easy it is to dismiss how you are, the thought of him gives me one.” you admit, “if he weren’t so dense then he’d be with you right now–who finishes a movie by themself? who lets their girlfriend feel sick–alone?”

chaeyoung groans. “why do you care so much about him now? you’re always acting like he doesn’t exist and god– are you, are you drunk?”

“no.” voice firm and stern. 

you lean against the balcony in the outside area of the bar, sighing; you’re a liar, and most definitely drunk. how could you not be after soyeon had coaxed you into those shots? on her tab too.

“why are you sulking.” you question, your voice not so far from a mumble.

"i'm not," chaeyoung is also a liar, she is sulking, her body limp against the mattress as she lays on the bed. she's still processing the events leading up to the movie: her and haesol had made out, one thing leading to another which led to them fucking–and not for the first time, maybe the fifth or sixth time, she can’t remember any of it since it was all so… anticlimactic. she's left feeling a pit in her stomach, even worse than the one after their first night of intimacy.

you can hear the bullshit in her voice, the alcohol takes over your senses and you say, “i’ll be over at the park–you know which one. be there.”

“y/n, what? wait–”

“i‘m not letting you sulk alone, stupid.”

“haesol’s going to–”

“i don’t care.” you spit, “when did i ever?”

–

–

you sit at one of the benches, a water bottle in your hand while you try to sober up. to be fair, you’re not off the walls drunk – you can still walk fine, function really well, and honestly, you’re basically fine – but drunk enough to say something a little too bold for your liking. 

the moon is up, pretty full considering it’s the end of the month. it shines down on you, down on your tired features and bothered self because of this whole new problem chaeyoung brought as soon as haesol appeared: an unsure heart.

never were you the type of person to go crazy over some crush, you never let it ruin you, but now, it’s doing just that. 

chaeyoung approaches you, catching the way your hair flows down behind you, a glimpse of your crewneck, and then you turn to the side little as if youve sensed her from behind; chaeyoung looks at you, mesmerized. 

there’s something to be said about your appearance, it’s no wonder you’ve caught many eyes, and especially now, under this glow– and maybe it’s the feeling of seeing someone, you, who doesn’t make chaeyoung uneasy – you look effortlessly wonderful, even if it’s just your side profile facing her.

you turn, smiling like you’ve just seen the rarest star after you catch chaeyoung in your line of vision.

(she’s brighter than a star, much brighter.)

turning back to stare at the lamppost in front of you, chaeyoung sits down, you feel her presence and sense her in your peripheral. then you feel yourself blush, taking in everything in front of you; you smile like an idiot, and idiot head over heels. 

“you are drunk.” chaeyoung says, “liar.”

“you lied first. it’s 1-1.” she crosses her arms, leaning away from you–she’s mad, or at least annoyed–you frown. “hey, what’s up?”

“y/n, you piss me off sometimes you know?”

“what? did i do something?”

she scoffs, looking at you in disbelief. 

“i thought we were best friends, you know? and i could tell you anything, i can tell you anything, i have told you anything. but lately? it’s like, i have to continuously avoid potholes just to keep you from being all pissy.”

you sit up, furrowing your brows in offense. “excuse me?”

“y/n don’t fucking give me that.” she says, tears welling up in her eyes. you stay put, backing down a bit and start to listen. “all i’ve wanted to do is talk about haesol, and you aren’t even willing to do that; you’re the only person i feel like i can talk to about him. and these things? they all bother me, but as soon as i open my mouth and you guess that it’s haesol? you fucking back down.”

“chaeyoung i–”

“do you know how hard it is? the one person i want to talk to and won’t even listen.” she turns away from you, letting her eyes fall to the concrete. “you’re the one person i can turn to, and honestly–it’s embarrassing to admit–but i’ve grown so attached to you, i mean, even when i’m with him; all i think about is you.”

your brain is still foggy, maybe that’s why you’re getting so emotional. the thought of you pushing her away, all because of a man–it’s selfish, so incredibly selfish the more you look on it. 

“i’m sorry.” is all you can utter, looking at her with sympathy and guilt etched on your features. “i’m sorry.”

“you should be.” she’s silent after that, still looking down at the ground while you study her every move and emotion.

she feels a shoulder graze her, then an arm extended behind her back. you push her a little close into you, just enough to make her feel better.

“i’m sorry for dragging you out here and… ignoring everything. i’ve just been really conflicted and i’d really love to tell you why, but i just… can’t.” you confess, looking down at your shoes. “you can tell me anything, always. i never want you to feel like you can’t.”

she turns her head, looking at your face illuminated by the glow of the night and the streetlamp. 

“i hate that you make it so hard to be mad at you.”

“be mad at me, it’s what i deserve.”

“i’ve tried.”

you smile, it’s a little uncertain, but it’s something to clear the air momentarily.

“what’s been going on with haesol?” you pry, it hurts to ask, but for the sake of chaeyoung; you pry.

“god y/n, there’s so much.”

“like?”

she looks at you, then around the park. it hits her that her surroundings are… not her most ideal environment to tell you about haesol, her sex life, and everything that’s been upside down; she doesn’t know where to start.

you read her mind – you always do, somehow – and pause her right where she is.

“maybe we should go to my place, i should be sobered up by then. i hope.

-

the two of you make it to your place, chaeyoung had called a cab because who knows how bad you could get. still, you’re pretty manageable, especially only a few shots. you’ve sobered up completely by the time you reached your place, finding your keys and letting both of you in.

chaeyoung catches a whiff of bourbon, cashmere, vanilla, and amber, with hints of the signature cigarette smell laced within. she makes her way to the little sliding door leading to the small balcony—the same one the two of you always go to when it's late, when you're both tired, and when there's a lot to say. it's a space filled with unspoken words and shared moments, where only each phase of the moon has heard everything you two have to say.

chaeyoung watches you trudge along and lean against the balcony next to her when you arrive. you shuffle through the pocket of your jeans for a box of cigarettes, and she notices that it's half empty. you take one out, then fish for your lighter with a floral design on it. bringing the flame up to the end of the cigarette trapped between your lips, you light it—a routine that chaeyoung could never quite get used to. and honestly, the way you handle the cigarette is hotter than it should be.

smoke leaves your mouth in small increments as you ask, “so, you and haesol?”

“oh, yeah.” chaeyoung says, almost distracted by the way you stare out into space. “we’ve, well…”

“what’s the biggest problem on your mind right now, we can start with that.”

“we– well–” and chaeyoung thinks to herself, thinking of the moments prior to being near haesol and watching that movie, ane even their first night of intimacy. she thinks of how he touched her and how it wasn’t as striking as it should’ve been, how long he lasted – which, wow, was not long – and honestly just how he pleased himself more than her. “we fucked.”

the cigarette almost slips from in between your fingers. “wait, what?”

“we’ve fucked a couple of times, i just, it wasn’t all that.”

“jesus, you’ve been through hell.” you joke lightheartedly, which earns a giggle from chaeyoung.

she takes the cigarette from you, then draws deeply from the cigarette. “it wasn’t too bad, like, i didn’t mind but, it was really–”

“disappointing? men are like that.”

“you and men.” chaeyoung scoffs, inhaling again.

“i’m serious, and being sexually frustrated is serious too.” and then you eye her–dangerously. chaeyoung tries to ignore the way you looked at her, it lasted a second but there was definitely something on your mind. she holds the cigarette to your lips, you move your head forward to catch it in between your lips, inhaling as you fix your crewneck. “you deserve better.”

“he’ll get better.” she says it almost like a manifestation, something she’ll write down on paper and put under her pillow so she’ll finally cum without instructing too much.

“you shouldn’t have to wait for someone to fuck you right.” you begin, and maybe you haven’t sobered up, because then, she widens her eyes after you say, “bet i could make you feel good.”

the world seems to come to a standstill, you lean against the balcony, your tricep resting on the metal railing, fingers holding the half-smoked cigarette as you cradle your face in the same hand. your gaze meets hers with an intensity that suggests you've just posed a question— and honestly, chaeyoung might have sulked to such a point that she's seriously considering it. that small, mischievous smile playing on your lips might just be enough to sway her decision.

“that’s cheating, i–”

“you don’t have to.” turning your head to teh side and puffing. “it was a suggestion.”

maybe chaeyoung is desperate (she most definitely is), because wow, that smirk is growing into a cocky ass grin that shows your teeth and the prominent canines and–

“are you drunk or are you serious?” chaeyoung asks you, looking you dead in the eye. 

eyeing her from the side, you respond, “you want it to be serious?”

she gulps. “no strings attached?”

“none have to be, friends with benefits is a thing, chaeyoung.”

she gulps again. “okay, yeah, sure.”

you smile, then smush the cigarette into the ashtray down on the small stool you have out, then tilt your head to urge her inside.

she follows you to the couch, sliding the door behind her before you sit down on the couch, watching her hesitantly follow. she stands in front of you and you eye her like she’s your prey.

she doesn’t question how your moral compass is fucked, especially after you’ve suggested this, knowing she’s with haesol. but she doesn’t think of whatever your morals and rights or wrongs are after she catches you unzipping your fly, sliding the little metal button out from the slit and–

you’re sliding down your jeans – baggy and a dark navy – they land at your ankle before you retreat back into a lounged position on the cushions. her eyes follow the jeans as they scrunch up at your ankles, then trail up your surprisingly toned legs, and then stop at the calvin klein underwear you have on.

you rub your hand on your thigh, sliding it down to your knee and making eye contact with her.

“c’mere.” you pat down on your skin. “you've been complaining about him and i just... wanna make you feel good for once. that alright? i kind of owe it to you for being so shitty.”

chaeyoungs breath hitches involuntarily as she looks down at you, her morals trying to win her over but god is that difficult to do when you’re so–

you’re sliding off your crewneck, it reveals a tanktop under, and of course, the various tattoos littered on your upper arms and shoulders. she bites her lip subtly.

yeah, there’s no going back on this one.

chaeyoung gives in because c’mon, this is a fantasy that’s been in the back of her mind, and her cunt is screaming louder than ever than when she’s been with haesol. honestly, her pussy whispers when she’s with him, and now it’s yelling–more than ever just seeing you sitting there on your couch, legs slightly parted as you eye her.

there’s a pretentious smirk trying to tug at your lips, but you fight against it and clench your jaw. 

she lets out a long breath before moving over to settle herself down on your thigh, the contact makes her shiver.

"there we go," you whisper softly, drinking in the sight before you. your fingertips dance along the curves of her ribs, hidden beneath the fabric of her cropped, white shirt. her breath stumbles as she tries to focus on you, or anything in the moment, really. "you’re so pretty, you know?”

instinctively, she ruts her hips against you, a soft breath escaping her lips. her skirt allows easy access, easily pushed aside to let her soaked panties glide against your skin. the fabric covering her folds adds to the tantalizing allure, fueling the urge to tease her further.

no foreplay has made chaeyoung feel this desperate for stimulus on her cunt, no one has made her feel this hot and heavy. you haven’t even undressed her yet and she’s already leaving a trail of arousal on your thigh like that. 

chaeyoung slides off the jacket she has on – haesol’s denim jacket that he gave her two days before – and throws it carelessly on the floor, not minding where it lands or what happens to it. the main event is you, all attention is on you. 

the guilt that should've been sitting in her stomach, stabbing her through the heart and holding her down went out the window as soon as your fingers landed on the edge of her skirt – but there was none of that, not when you started to tease your fingers along her skin. 

“how about this too?” you suggest, tugging at the fabric of her skirt, a sly smile gracing your lips. “tell me… you want it off?”

“yes,” she says immediately, almost like a breath. “please, fuck, yeah take it off.”

“how eager.” you snicker.

her skirt is off now, leaving her in soaked underwear and that t-shirt of hers. she’s slipping back onto your thigh, your special seat for her now. honestly, from the way she looks and feels–sounds… yeah, this spot might have to be reserved for her and only her.

the smirk on your face is smug as your eye her hips, placing both hands on them and slowly grinding her on your skin. chaeyoung, who’s not used to this extent of pleasure, moans immediately, biting her lip in embarrassment to suppress anything else that manages to slip out.

you can’t help but laugh under your breath, amused by how pleased she is. you kind of feel bad – if she feels this good from just grinding, how bad is that dick of her boyfriend’s? you pity the girl, so as her best friend, you have to give her what she’s missing.

she’s moving her hips on her own now, scooting up closer to you so she can plant her hands on your shoulders, making it easier to fuck herself on your skin. your groans are low, almost airy here and there while you watch, occasionally helping her out by pressing up against her. 

you can tell she’s doing everything she can to hide the sounds she’s making, desperately biting back moans that you want to hear. you’re not going to let her stay quiet, not when she sounds so pretty all because of you. all for you.

sliding your hand up, you press your thumb on her bottom lip, allowing her plea’s to be heard as you forcefully part her lips, your grip on her jaw almost deathly.

“f-fuck y/n, w-wait.”

the grip on your shoulder tightens, making you groan yourself. she looks down at where her clad cunt meets your skin again, scrunching her brows hard as she desperately ruts against you. 

her voice swells the more she rubs against you, the sounds coming out her mouth reverberating like a symphony building to its crescendo. aggressively, you grab her hips again, shifting her down roughly against your thigh. she throws her head back, mouth widening as a loud, shaky moan escapes. then, like a symphony's final movement, everything harmonizes. 

the sound of your name being cried out when she cums resonates, lingering in our ears, a perfect harmony that captivates you, making you smile. she throws her head down on your shoulder, muttering your name over and over while her hands desperately claw against your shoulder, tricep, skin – against anything.

she’s still moving against you, but slower now, trying to ease herself back down from cumming for the first time in a while. even when she did cum that one time from haesol, it has never left her as shaken up or satiated as this.

your hands stabilize her by the hips as she pulls away, her face inches away from yours. you manage to get a glimpse of her underwear – completely wet, like a tidal wave had crashed against it – smile to yourself, pleased.

“how was that?” you ask, “seemed good.” your voice is low, speaking from the throat as you soften your tone.

“s-shut, “ she starts, then presses her lips against yours, making you hum surprisingly. “up.”

it feels right, so fucking right despite how morally wrong it is. 

she’s basically on your hip now, mindlessly grinding in your lap as she kisses you. it’s slow, sensual, and so goddamn intimate considering this is the first time you’ve done anything remotely… romantic? anything that really crossed the line of “friendship.”

then you’re sliding your tongue against the space in between her lips, earning access to her mouth as you slide your tongue in, exploring her like she’s some eighth wonder of the world. she moans into the kiss, it’s muffled, but it’s great. more than great–amazing.. you kiss and kiss like there’s no tomorrow, fighting for air by the time your lips’ part. and now it’s your time to admire your mess: tangled dark hair framing chaeyoung’s face, her puffy lips and flushed cheeks, and those lidded eyes. 

your lips move to her neck, making her grip at you as soon as you make contact with her skin again. you’re like a fucking drug to her, she’s getting high just from this small dose of you and she might just get addicted after knowing how the high is. this might just be worse than her smoking habits, but if it’s you? she doesn’t give a fuck.

“y/n, fuck wait,” chaeyoung sighs, getting up to slider her underwear off and throwing it to the side. “again, please.”  

you laugh, more than happy to comply. “of course, as much as you want.”

the rest of the night is filled with chaeyoung’s moans, your soft voice coaxing her as she stimulates herself, and the last thing on either of your minds is haesol, because that’s a worry for later.

she cums again a few minutes later – surprisingly fast, but just as good, and you’re not judging her either way. poor girl. she goes a little limp after that, resting against you, still in your lap, and letting her head settle on your shoulder while you rub her back.

“you gonna stay the night?” you ask her, feeling her breath against your neck. “because you can.”

chaeyoung pauses, she doesn’t answer. 

she pulls away from you, then gazes at your face. you look back at her, not really expecting anything, just looking at her. chaeyoung breathes out, then places a hand on your neck before she kisses you.

she whispers against your lips, “i’ll think about it.” 

–

the next morning chaeyoung is still on your couch, a blanket trapped between her legs while most of it is on the floor. the scent of coffee being brewed fills the air. 

she rises from the couch, running her hands over her face with a sigh before tending to her tousled hair. she’s not wearing anything, she’s completely bare. as she turns, she notices your back turned to her, engrossed in pouring a cup of coffee. you’re only wearing a sports bra on top and low-rise jeans lazily wrap around your waist, revealing your underwear.

 the sound of your yawn reaches her ears, and then you turn around with a cup in your hands, holding it to your lips. you both make eye contact.

the silencing squeezes you two, squishing your skin and almost breaking your bones. chaeyoung looks away first.

“you’re awake.” 

she’s not looking at you, instead looking around for the shirt you’d taken off before making her cum the second time around, finding it on the edge of the couch.

“yeah.” chaeyoung responds quietly, “i have to go.”

there it is, you expected this, but it still disappoints you a little, even if you assured that it was “no strings attached.”

“do you need a ride?”

“i can text haesol.”

your jaw tenses. 

she has a boyfriend, right, haesol. chaeyoung has a boyfriend who seems more attached to his phone than to her, failing to truly listen to her. he overlooks the qualities that you find captivating, a boyfriend who... well, is just a man. you try to convince yourself that you've forgotten, but deep down, you know you never really did. if anything, knowing that you can, scratch that, you did make her feel better than her boyfriend boosts your ego, even if just a little. 

you should feel guilty, like you’ve just committed a terrible crime and someone is waiting outside with handcuffs ready to put you behind bars but– you don’t feel any of that, honest to god you dont give a fuck about that. you made chaeyoung feel good, great, fucked her with your thigh, and honestly that’s enough to completely push guilt out your body.

she’s fully dressed again after putting on the jacket that was across the living room on the floor. she looks walks over to you, stealing a quick glance to the tattoo on your ribs and the little one above your waist.

"i can’t believe i did this," she mumbles quietly to herself. then, she looks up at you, gulping. “we need to keep this a secret, okay?”

“i know, i figured.” you respond bitterly, even though it was you who started it in the first place. “so what's next? you're still going to go back to him? are we just going to fuck and forget?"

chaeyoung winces, feeling the pang of regret and uncertainty. 

she’s undoubtedly whipped, she can’t go back to haesol like everything’s fine. she didn’t answer his texts, his calls–anything. and despite how negligent he is–and also the fact that he’ll never make her feel the same way as you did – chaeyoung wants to go back to him, he’s her boyfriend after all. she already left him last night with no explanation, the least she can do is go back. but everything in her heart and head is telling her to stay here with you.

“i just… need time to think about it, y/n.”

you narrow your eyes at her as you sip on your coffee. “right.”

chaeyoung approaches you, frustration etched on her face. your demeanor is elusive, she hates how difficult you are to read. it’s hard to decipher whether you're angry, disappointed, or both. as you search for your phone, turning back around, she feels her shoulders sag with disappointment, her steps heavy as she reluctantly heads towards the door.

“i really thought you’d finally open your eyes, but i guess i was wrong.” you finally say, hearing a pause of silence before you hear the door open. 

a few seconds pass before you hear it close. chaeyoung’s gone.

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Lips

Smut (teasing, sex, pussy spanking, fingering, deep penetration, throat fucking, gagging, dom/sub, creampie )(Chaeyoung’s first tattoo)

Chapter 215

3700 Words

(Chaeyoung and OC stay in Manila after the concert. Chaeyoung wants to get her first tattoo as a sign of her bond with the members. You both use this opportunity to have some fun.)

With the members back in Korea after the Twicelights concert in Manila, you and Chaeyoung stay an additional two days. It was a last-minute thing in which Chaeyoung begged Jihyo if you could stay with her. It took some convincing for her to agree, but only if she listened to everything you said. She eagerly agreed and kissed her on the cheek as a thank you. Jihyo pulls you to the side and tells you not to let her out of your sight, “Since it’s Chaeyoung, you need to be extra careful, but also have fun,” and winks at you.

Later that night…

You’re getting ready to shower when you see Chaeyoung pass by with a plate of strawberries and places it on the coffee table. Wearing her short shorts, she bends over, giving you a small glimpse of her smooth cunt. You can’t help but want to tease her, “Can you pass over some strawberries?”

“Yeah,” and turns around to give you few a strawberries. You pull her towards you, “Omg… Oppa, what are you doing?”

“Don’t tell me you don’t know. You’re dressed up like this, with no panties on and you expect me not to do anything?” She moans to the touch of your fingers, tracing her lower lips. “Ahh… Oppa, you’re making me horny.”

“I’m barely touching it and you’re already this wet?” With I nserting one finger can you see how wet she already is. “Look, you’re already leaking,” as you show her the nectar on your finger.

Like a kitten, she licks your finger clean of her nectar, “I taste yummy.”

“How about some fun? It’s just the two of us,” giving her a smirk.

“Anything you want, I’m up for it.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, it’s been a while since you played with me.” Without a thought she starts to take off her oversized shirt, exposing her small breasts.

You take one of her nipples into your mouth. It’s different from what you’re used to but still good enough to play with.

Chaeyoung moans to your suckling and plays with her breast. She pinches her other nipple, “Keep sucking on my tits, Oppa.”

You tease her by licking her nipple with your tongue, which causes her to moan. You wait until she’s comfortable and take a small bite, making her yelp, “Ouch… that hurts!”

You nibble and bite, switching every so often until you’re satisfied. Once you’re done, you detach yourself and see your bite marks on her nipples.

“Ouch, you’re mean. You bit me, and now they are tender.”

“That’s not the only thing that’s going to be tender,” as you grab Chaeyoung and pull her towards you.

You sit on the bed and get her on your lap with her legs wide open. “Wait, what are you doing?”

“I want you to see yourself cum” as you get her legs towards the large mirror. You give her no time to react as you insert your middle and ring finger inside her cunt. Chaeyoung roars when you thrust your fingers inside her rapidly.

Chaeyoung tightens up her body, making her walls close up on your fingers. You struggle to move until you pinch her little nub, which makes her jerk around and loosen up.

You use the opportunity to start over and pick up the pace. Chaeyoung struggles to keep still as she moves around from the pleasure. “Ahh fuck! You’re going to make me cum, you’re going too fast!”

Chaeyoung tries to push your hand away, but you swipe it off. “Don’t make it harder than it’s supposed to be. Just enjoy it” and pick up the pace.

As time goes by, her walls loosen up and constrict, adoring your fingers until she jerks around. “Oh fuck! I’m cumming!”

Her body begins to shake, and you struggle to keep your fingers inside. You feel the warm liquid gush out of her as she violently trembles. You take your soaked fingers and place them by Chaeyoung’s face.

You insert your two fingers into her mouth, making her taste her own nectar. “You’re such a dirty little slut.”

“I’m a little slut for you,” she says as she continues to lick your fingers clean.

Since the two of you are alone, you want to use this opportunity to have a little bit of fun. You remember looking at some content on how to increase your partner’s sexual experience and remember a part that you wanted to try out.

After licking your fingers clean, you make your way back towards Chaeyoung’s pelvis area and rub her cunt once more. She moves her hips around, enjoying the pleasure of your hands.

This continues for about a minute until you decide to change this up. You stop rubbing her cunt and give her a small but firm slap. Chaeyoung looks at you confused but tilts her head back, signaling you to continue. You repeat the process once more, again and again.

She doesn’t seem to reject it and instead welcomes the strange feeling of her cunt being slapped. Her hips move to her to the rhythm of your slapping.

After a while, you increase the strength of your slap, your hand against her soaked flesh. Chaeyoung moans to the strange signals being sent to her body. The sense of pain and pleasure is both toxic and addicting for her. Her body instinctively produces more nectar as you increase the strength of her cunt.

“Ahhh… I feel so hot. Harder… harder, please!”

Your rhythm increases again, and notice the leaking pussy beginning to turn slightly red.

“You’re such a slut, Chaeyoung. I can’t believe you’re getting turned on by me slapping your pussy. Let’s pick up the pace and give you a real treat.”

You increase strength into your slap, much harder than before. Every time your hand comes in contact with her cunt it jiggles. Instead of her pleasurable moaning, you hear her moan in pain.

“That’s how I like seeing you.”

“Ouch… you’re being rough.”

“You want my cock, right? That’s your goal.”

Chaeyoung nods her head, “Yeah, I want it.”

“Then stay put and enjoy this little treat. I know you’re going to enjoy it much better after this.”

You raise your hand once more and hit her cunt which makes her yell in pain. You count to three and smack her once more.

This continues for about ten minutes, and at this point, Chaeyoung is a complete mess. Her pussy is entirely red and tender from your hand. Just teasing her lips with your fingers makes her body quiver.

She grabs your hand and says, “Please stop; it stings,” with tears running down her face.

You caress her face and say, “Okay, this is the last one.”

Hearing you say that makes her feel relief and loosen up her body, but that quickly changes as you insert your fingers inside her swollen cunt and thrust quickly inside of her.

“No!!! It hurts…. Ahhh… fuck…”

You continue to finger fuck her inside, feeling the tightness of her walls. Her yelps of pain slowly turn into pleasure as she reaches her peak.

“Ahh… ahh… I’m cumming!”

Chaeyoung’s whole body shakes violently, her back arching back and eyes rolling back as she enjoys her orgasm.

You slowly get off the bed and walk towards her spent-up body. “Fuck, Chae, you look out of breath, but now it’s my turn to use you like a proper sleeve.”

Chaeyoung struggles to lift her head and just gives up. Like a rag doll, you move her body in the proper position.

With your right hand, you grab your thick cock and give it a few pumps to get it to its full length. Chaeyoung eyes you, gives you a weak smile and accepts her fate.

You can’t help but tease her body once more before enjoying the main course and trace your finger up from her navel down to her swollen cunt. She shivers at your touch and growls when you split her lower lips open with your two fingers.

You feel the heat emanating from her precious area and place your mouth above its entrance. You give her a deep but slow lick, tasting her sloppy insides. Chaeyoung moans out loud as you collect her nectar in your mouth.

“Not going to lie, but you taste damn good.” She lifts her head and gives you a faint smile before crashing back on the bed.

Now, it’s time for the main course. You stand in front of Chaeyoung and pull her towards you. Splitting her legs wide open, you align yourself in her tendered pussy. You insert the tip of your cock, spreading her swollen pussy lips apart.

“Fuck… it hurts,” growls Chaeyoung.

Seeing her complain gets you even more turned on. In one thrust, you shove your whole length, making Chaeyoung scream in pain. “Fuck, your pussy feels much tighter.”

She doesn’t respond as she’s trying to adjust to this new feeling, but you don’t allow her to. Instead, you start off with hard and rapid thrusts while having a firm grip on her small waist. Your body and balls smacking against Chaeyoung’s swollen body which makes her scream.

You don’t know how much time has passed, but eventually, Chaeyoung got used to the pain and is now turned on by it. You place her in a mating press and see how much of a mess your sleeve really is. Her eyes roll back while mumbling incomprehensible words as she gets fucked like the doll she is.

It isn’t until you give her one last hard thrust that she begs for you to breed her womb. “Please cum in me. Breed my womb! Fill me with your thick seed!”

Like a good master, you give her a reward and pump her with your seed. Chaeyoung trembles as she feels her womb filling up to the brim.

“What a fantastic view” when you pull your cock out. With a gaping hole of where your cock was just before a thick coat of cum comes oozing out of Chaeyoung’s swollen cunt.

After recuperating for a few minutes, she lifts her head and gives you a smile. “That was so good.” She crawls on the bed towards you and grabs your cock. She kisses the base of your cock just before licking your shaft.

“Aww, my poor little kitten still wants some more. Isn’t that right?”

Chaeyoung nods and meows.

“Okay, if you want some more of these, then lay on your back with your head on the edge of the bed,” as you wave your cock in front of her like a toy.

Chaeyoung, now on the edge looks at you with hungry eyes. She sticks her tongue out, ready for her treat. “You’re so cute, here have a taste,” as you smack your cock against her cheeks. You smack her right cheek, then her left one, leaving a trail of cum behind.

You align your cock to her mouth, just an inch away from her thick lips, and see how much Chaeyoung wants this. With both hands holding her face you slowly insert your cock inside her mouth, “Fuck, your mouth feels so warm. I can definitely get used to this.” She takes you inch by inch and you see the outline of your cock in Chaeyoung’s throat. The sight of your cock making her throat bulge turned on, “Let’s see how far you can go,” and insert your whole length. You hold face for what feels like twenty seconds and pull out, making Chaeyoung catch her breath. “I guess we don’t need any lube,” seeing your cock with a thick coat of salvia.

Chaeyoung looks at you and sees your smirk, already knowing what’s to come. She takes a deep breath, opens her mouth, and feels your cock making its way to her throat. She thinks to herself that she has misses being your toy, the times you would fuck her without mercy. Now she’s here with you and won’t miss this opportunity to have some fun. She grabs your thighs and gives it a nudge, signaling you to be rough.

“Oh, I see... someone can’t wait. Okay, here it goes,” and you hold her face firm and begin to thrust rapidly. With your cock coated with a thick layer of salvia, it makes it easier for you, “Fuck, you really have a mouth pussy.”

Your eyes meet as you thrust, and you can see how much she loves being dominated by you. It’s one of her many kinks, the feeling of being a toy for someone much bigger than her. The same goes for you; the size between the two of you is somewhat vast as she's the smallest member. She’s also one of the few people you can go all out with, as the rest aren’t as free-minded as her.

You continue to face fuck her, making a bulge in her throat as you thrust rapidly. This continues for about ten minutes, allowing some breaks in between to let her catch her breath. With a messy smile, she says, “I want you to hold me tight. Don’t let go and pump that cum down my throat.”

She lays back down, and you insert yourself once more. Your fuck her slowly, making her wait with anticipation. It is when she tries to catch her breath you decide plant yourself deep inside. With her head hanging from the edge of the bed and your balls on her face, she tries to calm herself.

She counts each second in her head, “1,2,3…40,41,42…68,69,70…”. It’s been over a minute, and she's starts to get uncomfortable. With your body on top of her face, she can’t catch her breath or even see. Her mouth constricts with the amount of saliva in her mouth, and she is starts to panic. She tries to keep herself calm, but her body is warning her that she needs to get some air. Eventually, her gag reflexes come up, which makes this worse, especially with your length.

You feel Chaeyoung’s throat tightening like it’s asking you to fill her with cum. Her nose is also rubbing against your balls, which is makes you slowly reach your peak. “Damn, she’s lasting longer than last time, let's make this more exciting.”

You switch things up and start to face fuck her again. Chaeyoung begins to make gagging noises, which gets you off. You increase your pace and feel her drool falling on your feet; you look down and see Chaeyoung’s watery red eyes. “Aww, you’re such a good girl, just a little more.” She nods her head side to side as if she’s telling you to stop but you know that she can still go. You plant yourself once more, holding her head tightly. Chaeyoung starts to panic and can feel your cock throbbing which is makes her gag even more.

“You fuckin sleeve, take my cum. Make sure you drink all of it!” A wave of thick cum pumps down Chaeyoung’s throat and directly into her tummy.

Chaeyoung feels your hot cum flowing directly into her stomach and tries to drink as much as possible, but there is no end to it. With the amount of cum getting pumped into her, she panics more, tilting her head and allowing the cum to run to her mouth. Little by little, the amount of cum accumulating in her mouth is seeping down her lip and into her nose. She tilts her head side to side in hopes for it to run down in another way, but she has no luck.

Chaeyoung grabs your leg and pokes at it, signaling you to pull out, but you’re in the middle of your orgasm. Her poking switches to pinches and then slaps on your legs as she starts to lose consciousness. You look down and see Chaeyoung’s mascara completely ruined from the tears, her eyes in and out of consciousness. You pull out your cock with a loud pop, and a mixture of cum and salvia comes oozing out. Chaeyoung is now a complete mess with cum all over her face, nostrils, and a puddle of cum in her mouth. You gently slap her face, “Good job, baby girl.”

With a faint smile, she slowly gets up, wipes her nose, and takes a deep breath. She shows you the large puddle of cum in her mouth, twists her tongue around, lets it cover her thick lips, before eventually drinking it. “Ahh… see, i drank most of it,” and gives you a smile. You caress her face and kiss her forehead. The two of you head to the shower and continue to have fun throughout the night.

You wake up with Chaeyoung next to you completely in the nude. You can’t help but admire your work, the markings on her breast, her navel, and her lower lips. You get up and make breakfast for the two of you.

“Thank you for the food. It’s so yummy!”

“You’re welcome. Are you ready for today?”

“Yes, my appointment is in the afternoon, so we have a bit of time.”

“Are you nervous?”

“Just a little, but more excited than anything else.”

“Do you know what you are going to get?”

“Hmm.. I have some thoughts, but I’ll see when we get there.”

After breakfast, the two of you get ready and head out to Chaeyoung’s appointment to get her first tattoo. She’s been bringing up the topic for the past few months and looking at well-known artists who were on the path of the tour. After annoying many of the members and convincing Jihyo, she scheduled an appointment at a well-known shop in Manila. You originally didn’t want to stay, but after having a talk with Jihyo, she convinced you stay with her and gave you the green light to use Chaeyoung as much as you want. The only conditions she had were; no markings on the face and no getting her pregnant, but everything else was fair game. This means that for the next two days, you were going to play with your sleeve.

“We’re here. Let’s go inside,” as Chaeyoung grabs your hand and brings you inside the shop.

“Hello, I have an appointment at noon.”

A female artist stands up from her chair and greets the both of you, “Hello, can I see your confirmation email, please?” Chaeyoung pulls out her phone and shows her appointment confirmation.

“Okay, I see your reservation number. Do you have an idea of what you want to get?”

“Hmm… somewhat. I have some ideas in mind but still not sure.”

“No problem. You are more than welcome to look around; I’m going to the back and be with you shortly.”

“Oppa, what do you think I should get?”

“Maybe something meaningful or fun. It’s your first one, and don’t want to regret it afterward.”

Chaeyoung walks around and takes pictures of some of the samples they have on the wall. “Hmmm… maybe something simple; I don’t know how much it’s going to hurt.” She looks around for a couple of more minutes and then takes a seat on the chair.

“Do you know what you are going to get?”

“Well… I want to get something simple first since it's my first time. You’ve been complimenting me a lot about my lips, especially last night,” giving you a wink at you. “I think that would be fun to get, you know for good memories.”

“ Are you serious? How about a strawberry? You like them, right?”

“Yeah, but that's too obvious. I want something special, something that will make people think and ask, why did she get lips tatted on her.”

“I guess it's your body. Just don’t complain afterward.”

“Hahaha, if I do, then take responsibility.”

“Shhh, you’re too loud. Keep it down.”

“Okay, okay, my bad. I’ll be quiet.”

A few minutes later, the tattoo artist returns and asks Chaeyoung what she wants to get. She tells her she wants a strawberry lip on her left wrist. “Okay, that's cute. What color do you want it in?”

“Apricot and neon magenta.”

“Those are beautiful colors.”

“Thanks, they have a special meaning to me.”

“Aww, that’s cute.” She walks and brings her cart of supplies to where Chaeyoung is sitting, and asks, “Are you ready?”

“Yeah, I’m ready.”

You watch as the artist cleans Chaeyoung’s arm and does an outline of the designs before officially taking out her machine. With Chaeyoung’s approval, she places the ink into the machine and begins.

You assumed that Chaeyoung was going to scream with the touch of the needle on her arm, but surprisingly, she was calm. The artist and her had a small conversation while you read over some emails and responded to your wife’s text messages. The session lasted a bit over an hour, with Chaeyoung happy with the results. The artist goes over some advice on how to take care of the tattoo since it was still fresh and handed her a business card.

Chaeyoung walks to you and says, “Look, doesn’t it look pretty?”

“Yes, it actually does, especially the colors. I think they are going to be happy that you chose those two colors.”

“Yes, I can’t wait to show them,” and walks towards the exit to FaceTime one of the members. You pay for the tattoo session, thank the artist, and head towards the door.

“Hey, wait up.”

“Hurry up, slowpoke,” laughing with Momo on the phone.

“This little… she will get it later tonight, just you watch.”

You catch up with her and explore the city a bit more. At night, you and Chaeyoung continue your night of fun with some caution. You make sure that the two of you have a night to remember as you fill all her holes with cum.

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Twice Interactive Story Part 1218 How u doin' (Chaeyoung, Feat. Momo, Jihyo)

Waking up next to Momo, you think about the week you spent together. It was spent well, going out some days and spending others fucking like wild animals. Each little date helped bring back Momo's smile and helped her move past things.

You get yourself dressed as the time to go arrived. You give Momo a kiss on the forehead. "It’s time I go, Momo. I had a good time with you." You hold her hands gently, swinging them from side to side. "I hope you enjoyed it too. I'll be visiting my sister so I can't visit for a little bit but I'll be back soon enough. Take care of yourself, alright?"

'It's still sometime before you have to arrive at the airport.' Momo holds your hand. 'You have clothes here, why don't you just pack things before rather than back to your home.

'We can have a quick breakfast, you know.' Momo whispers, and her hand slowly pulls the rope of the bathrobe, it falls down immediately, and all you see is Momo's naked body, covered by hickeys and your handprint.

"There are some things I need from my home, Momo. I'll eat breakfast here, but that'll be it." You say as you spank her. "And put some clothes on, sweetheart." You say teasing her as you start cooking breakfast. You send a quick message to Jihyo asking if she'd want to join you on your visit to Chaeyoung so you could travel a little together before beginning to cook.

Momo pulls away your phone and hugs you from behind. 'Honey... You know what breakfast I want...' Momo licks your earlobe and keeps blowing hot winds in it.

Feeling your body shivers under her tease, she grabs your crotch and starts caressing it. 'The dogs are still sleeping, no one will disturb us... Honey...'

"I thought you would have had enough after the week we spent together." You tell her as you turn around. You run your fingertip down her neck, flicking her nipple before grabbing her waist. "How much do you want it?"

'I want to seduce you, so that you fuck me so hard and forget that you have to catch the plane.' Momo moving her waist, so her clit is again rubbing on your bulge, she knows you cannot resist when she is dry fucking you everytime in this week.

You groan from the pleasure, and play her tits even harder. 'What would you do if you really me stay today.' You smirk.

'I want to drain you dry... Honey So Nayeon gets nothing from you..' Momo whispers

"And that sounds great, but I can't spend all day fucking." You tell her as you move your hand to her cunt and play with her clit. "I really need to go today." You tell her as you push your finger inside, listening to her moans. "If you're hungry, though. I'll make sure to feed you." You say as you pull your cock out. "On your knees, Momo," You command.

Momo kneels down immediately, she looks at your cock obediently, and start caressing it before you give the command.

'Honey, I will drain you dry. So you can't leave even if you need to.' Momo makes sure your cock is hard enough, and starts sucking it. Momo's mouth is warm as always, the pleasure makes your legs feel weak, you just lying on the cupboard and moan her name.

You place one hand on Momo's head as you push your length inside her warm mouth, feeling her plump lip reach the base of your cock. "You're such a naughty girl, Momo." You groan as you pull back, leaving the tip inside her before pushing your cock back in.

Hearing Momo's slurps turns you on, making you thrust into her mouth. She placed her hands on your thighs, holding them as she took every inch down her throat. Her tongue ran along the underside, reaching your balls as they slapped against her face. Nearing your climax, you hold Momo to my pelvis. She taps against your thigh as she runs out of breath. You begin thrusting again, giving her small windows to catch her breath before you start filling her mouth with your cum. You feel her tongue along your tip as you are cumming, You pull away at the end shooting the last bit of cum onto her face.

Momo sticks out her tongue and lets you paint her face white, 'Honey... ' Momo says as she tries to catch her breath. 'Let's move to next part, should we?' Momo grabs your cock and start stroking. Your cock is still sensitive after the orgasm, when she starts rubbing your tips, your body jerks and you nearly fall on your knees.

'I heard man can squirt if their tips keep being played after cum.' Momo smiles as she increases the speed of her hands. You feel like you are going to cum again, but it's a bit different from the normal orgasm.

You groan and play with Momo's tits twisting her nipples. "Did you like your breakfast?" You tease her as you pull her nipples and make her gasp.

'Yes, but I want more. I want lunch and dinner also.' Momo grabs and rubs with her palm quickly. You nearly surrender and keep groaning loudly. You lose the ability to speak.

It's a combination of pleasure and pain, your sensitive cock pulsing in Momo hands. 'Yes... baby... let it out...' Stroking and rubbing at the same time is to hard for you to handle, you feel you start to shoot some liquid from your cock, it's like showering on Momo. 'Ah... Fuck... Momo...'

Momo strokes you even faster when you start to squirt. 'Yeah, baby, give me everything...'

You just keep groaning hard and let Momo takes the lead, your precum is splashing out like a fountain, the pleasure makes you lose the ability to speak, you could just moan meaninglessly.

You let Momo take control as you recover from that, barely able to stand.

'Do you like it, honey?' Momo slows down her hand, giving you sometime to rest. 'I leave it for today, so I can drain you to stay.' Momo lips the prostate liquid around her lips.

'Can Nayeon and Miss Myoui make you enjoy such pleasure? I bet they can't' Momo slowly stands up and kiss you, rubbing her clit with your cock again.

"Fuck, Momo." You say catching my breath. "You're really trying to make me stay, but I can't stay today." You tell her as you grab her waist. "But I can leave you a little gift before I go."

'I guess the first flight and the last flight of the day would not make so much difference for a domestic flight.' Momo puts her arms around your neck, she stands on her toes so she can kiss you.

'You haven't told me yet. What's the feeling of squirt? Do you like it?' Momo rubs het clit on you again.

"It felt great, Momo." You tell her as you push your cock into her cunt. You reach down, rubbing her clit as you put every inch into her. "How does this feel?"

'I am always feel good when you are inside of me.' Momo jumps and hugs you like a koala, completely lying on you.

'Honey... take me... Empty your balls for me...' Momo whispers into your ear and licks your earlobe occasionally, seducing you to fall for her.

You place Momo on the counter, giving you the space to readjust. You fold Momo in half with your hands reaching behind her head and lift her off the counter. You begin thrusting as you move her using her like a toy.

'Ah... Fuck... It's so deep...' Everytime you thrust in is like hitting Momo's sound button, as her weight is totally lying on you, so you could reach her deepest part easily.

'Fuck, you are going to penetrate me!' Momo moans louder, and you could feel her walls start to get tighter.

You fuck Momo quickly, thrusting wildly as you get her close to her climax. You groan as you feel your balls tighten and your orgasm get closer. You give Momo a couple of long hard thrusts to send her over the edge and shoot your cum into her awaiting cunt. Placing her on a counter, you pull out slowly. "I really have to go now, Momo," You tell her as you kiss her neck. "At least you got breakfast.” You say before getting yourself ready and checking for a response from Jihyo.

'You really gonna leave now?' Momo gasps and opens her legs wide, showing you that how the cum drips from her clit.

Momo takes some and gets a taste of it, 'Honey, you gonna help me clean my clit, otherwise I may get pregnant again that you cum so much in me.'

"Fine, a quick shower." You say, dropping your clothes as you head to the bathroom. "Are you going to join me or what?" You say as you look back at Momo.

Momo immediately follows you into the bath, and hugs you from behind. 'Thank you, honey.' Momo whispers to your ear.

'Stay a little longer and I will make your day worth.' You turn around and see Momo starting to apply soap on her tits. 'I have checked the last flight of today would be 10 tonight, we still have more than 12 hours.' Momo hugs you and start rubbing her tits on you, you know this is not a quick shower anymore.

"I'm not going to stay that much longer." You tell her as you soap up your hands and begin to rub her ass. "We have to be quick." You say, squeezing her soft ass before you move your hands along her back.

'Gajima...' Momo 'If you're staying a week for me, which means your sister is not really that sick.' Momo hugs you tight, so her tits and clit can rub on you harder.

'Just a half day, honey.' Momo being cuddly, and rubs your even faster. Her hands go down to stroke you when she feels you are hard again, and your body jerks from the pleasure. 'Come on, honey.'

"Momo, no. I've already delayed it enough. I'm going after this." You tell her as you wash her back.

Despite Momo being disappointed, she still uses all the skills she has to please you. A hot bath seems can't satisfy both ot you, but this time you stand strong, you hug Momo back to bedroom, and help her dry the hair. 'Promise me you will stay again after you back, honey. I don't know when you are gone, will I think about the baby again...'

'I need to start my new job soon, Momo. I will try to find you at the weekend. Plus, Boo and Dobby will cheer up you, right?' You kiss her forehead once again before you are finally leaving. You have already missed the flight you booked.

You back on your car, trying to see did Jihyo replied. However, you found that you have never clicked the send button, it's seems to be a little late to invite her to join you again.

You drive home instead, planning on leaving the next day instead and a little frustrated that Momo had you miss that flight. You erase the message on your phone and head inside your home to look through your things.

It's been a week since you backed home. However, the house looks so clean, everything is tidied up, and you can't even find any dust in it. You guess it must be Jihyo that keeps the flat so clean when you are not here.

'Jihyo? Jihyo? Are you here?' You walk around the house and keep calling her name, but she is not here.

You enter her room, unlike the tidied living room, her room is much messier, half of the blanket is lying on the floor, her lingerie is causally throwing on the bed, most of them are new type that you have never seen before, they are even sexier than those Jihyo wore before, with extra openings on her nipples and clits. She must have prepared these as a surprise.

You call out Jihyo's name and look around for her one last time. "Are you in here, Jihyo?' After that, you settle down in your room and lay on your bed.

You are lying on the bed, the surroundings are a bit strange than usual, you suddenly remember you have hidden everything from Mina under Nayeon’s request.

You try to take them out again, but you guess Nayeon will be here more often than Mina as she has no sign of coming back yet.

You take a look at the things and decide to put them out. You take the time to put them in just the right place, getting distracted by the smaller objects.

You hear the door open, and it is Jihyo, seems she has just finished jogging. 'Hey! I don't expect you back home that early.' Jihyo says as she comes to hug you, despite she is still covered in sweat, you immediately pull her over and start kissing her.

'Ummm... I am sweaty...' Jihyo slurs her word but her arms around on your neck.

"I'm so happy to see you." You say as you squeeze her. "You could use a shower. Why don't I help you?" You say, smacking her ass. "Wait, I forgot what I wanted to talk to you about." You say, reminding yourself to bring up going to visit Chaeyoung.

'Yeah, so when will you leave? Are you staying another week there?' Jihyo pours her face as she hears you gonna leave for some time. 'I guess Chae could help you get Dahyun back, I tried to call her a few days ago, but she still has no intention to move back here.'

"I don't plan to stay with Chae that long. I don't want to be apart from you for that long, " You say as you nudge her. "I'd probably stay there longer if you came with me, it would be a little vacation for you and me after I talk to Chae. You're right, though Chae could help me talk to Dahyun."

'Haha, you do?' Jihyo gives you a kiss on the cheek. 'But are your parents in your hometown? Am I going to meet them?' Jihyo becomes shy immediately when she imagines she is going to meet your parents.

'Will they accept me even I have divorced before?' Jihyo leans herself in your arms, ask nervously.

"I'm sure they would accept you...if they were there." You tell Jihyo before giving her another kiss. "The flight would be tomorrow. I know it's short notice, but do you want to go?"

'No, this time is for you and Chaeyoung, we will go travel next time when there's only us.' Jihyo grabs your cheek and kisses you again. 'Thanks for inviting me anyway.'

'I am going to take a shower, wanna join me?' Jihyo smirks.

You move your hands down Jihyo's side, stopping at her thighs and giving them a rough squeeze. "Of course," I lift Jihyo, carrying her into the bathroom. "I'll make sure to clean your body really well." You say as you lick her neck.

'Ahh... Put me down...' Jihyo giggles as you carry her. You spend the rest of the day with Jihyo at home before eventually leaving for Chaeyoung.

'It's really been a while.' You tell yourself as you step out from the airport. The surroundings just look so familiar to you, even if you haven't been here for years. You haven't returned to your hometown since you graduated from the university.

You grab a taxi on the road and return to your old house. Your parents have left the house for you and your siblings since they immigrated to America after retiring. Now only Chaeyoung is leaving as Dahyun has moved to Seoul, just like you. Perhaps after Chaeyoung's graduation this autumn, here will become empty.

You open the door to the house and get inside quickly, looking for your old room before doing anything else.

Your room is the same as your memory. The portrait that Chaeyoung drew for you is still hanging on the wall. The pictures of your family and siblings are on the table, and even the pictures of you with Nayeon.

When you are still cherishing the memories, the barking of the dog catches your attention. It's Ari, Dahyun's dog. Both of your siblings have dog here, although Dahyun doesn't bring it to Seoul with her.

Not a moment, Logan and Nereri, both of Chaeyoung's dogs come in, too. Although it's already been a long time since you met them, they still remember your scent and sit quietly around you.

You pet each one of them, scratching their ears. "Hey, everyone. Did you miss me?" You watch the dogs stare at me for a moment, with Nereri and Ari doing a quick spin. "Is Chaeyoung here?" You ask them.

They seem to understand what you are talking about, Logan barks and brings you to Chaeyoung's room, signaling you that she is inside.

You slowly open the door, and you can smell the scent of alcohol, wine, and soju bottle all over the floor, while Chaeyoung is sleeping quietly. It doesn't seems like she is sick, or she still drinks alcohol even she is sick.

You walk into her room and stare at the sleeping Chaeyoung. I place all three dogs on the bed near her, watching as they lick her face and stir her awake. "Wakey, wakey Chae. You shouldn't be drinking so much. It's not good for your health."

'Ummm... just let me drink... I am so stressful...' Chaeyoung sleep talks and rolls to another side. A second later, she opens her eyes and sees you. 'Am I dreaming... Why are you here, Oppa?'

"Because you had me worried during that last call we had. Now get your butt out of bed." You say, grabbing her hands and making her sit up. "Even if you are stressed, just look at how much you've been drinking."

'Oppa...' Chaeyoung pulled up by you, 'Urgh...' She is dry vomiting again like last time.

'Do you miss my little tightly cunt? I want your cock now... It's been awhile...' Chaeyoung says she leans closet to you, however when she opens her mouth, you are nearly disgusted by the smell.

'You are so smelly, Chae...' You turn her head away so you don't need to face the smell directly. 'Go clean yourself.'

'OK, wait for me, Oppa. I want you ready when I am back.' Chaeyoung rushes to the washroom immediately.

You start cleaning Chaeyoung's room while you wait tossing the bottles into a bag and talking to the dogs. "I thought you three were supposed to take care of Chae. What happened?" You ask, pointing at them.

Logan rushes to another side of the bed and barks at the bedside table, you follow him and see there is a drawer, is he meaning that the secret is inside? Nereri even jumps on the table, you more sure that what you wanna know is inside the drawer.

However, when you try to open it, it's locked. You look around, trying to search for the dogs. This time the dogs are nor giving you hints, suddenly you are pushed on the bed. 'I am ready, Oppa! Let's have sex!' It's Chaeyoung that hugging your back.

"Hold your horses, Chae. I want you to explain yourself. What's been going on? Why are you so stressed?" You ask her, looking over your shoulder to see her small frame.

'I... I am just busy with my final year project...' Chaeyoung avoids your sight, it seems she is just telling lies.

'Oppa... I am wet... I want your cock please...' Chaeyoung licks your earlobe and start untying your belt.

You grab Chaeyoung's arm and hold them apart. "Chae, I know when you're lying to me. You always avoid looking at me when you're lying. I want to know the truth. What's going on?"

Chaeyoung, seeing herself can't hide from you, gives up to struggle. 'Promise me, don't blame me on this, Oppa.' Chaeyoung sighs.

She slowly stands up and walks to the bedside table. She uses the key to open the locked drawer. 'Watch it yourself, I am surprised too...' Chaeyoung hands you a bag from the drawer.

You immediately open the bag to check it, there's are a lot of test kit inside, you carefully check all of them, dates are marked clearly on them, and all of them are with 2 lines. You carefully check it, and it's a pregnancy test kit?

'Chae... You mean you are pregnant? And the father is me? You asked in a shocked voice. You breed your sister?

Chaeyoung just nods and hides herself in the blanket. 'I am sorry, Oppa. I didn't plan anything.'

"I thought you were taking the pills," you tell her as you look at the test again. "And what are you planning to do with the baby?"

'We were using condom before, and after we are going raw, I am taking pills... I don't know what's happening.' Chaeyoung whispers.

'I am struggling for too long, and it's passing the period for abortion.'Chaeyoung looks at her tummy, it's not significant, but it looks like Chaeyoung is bigger than Momo when she claims she is pregnant.

You suddenly recall the memories of Chaeyoung visiting you in the Sem break. At the first night, you two fucked two times with just one condom, and you remember there are cum dripping from her clit. Now everything make sense now.

'I don't know how to let daddy mummy know I am pregnant when I am still in university. And the father is you!' Chaeyoung roars.

"Calm down, Chae. We'll figure this out." You tell her as you sit her down. "We can figure this out together."

'I am still young... I don't want to be a mother yet... I am not ready...'Chaeyoung rest herself in your arms.

'I want to go for abortion, but it's a life... I can't do it, and it is too late now... I feel like my future is collapse when I know about it. I tried to call you, but I couldn’t reach you.

'We are siblings... How can I let the baby know my brother is his dad. And Mina eooni...'

Chaeyoung mentioning Mina reminds you how complicated the case is, if Myoui knows you breed your sister, everything will end.

"You could always give it up for adoption." I tell her. "Your future isn't in danger. We'll get through this, and I'm sure Mina won't change how she thinks about you."

'But... she is my baby, can I do that? Ugh.... It's so complicated!' Chaeyoung messing her hair with frustration. 'I don't wanna wear the graduation gown with a belly, it's so embarrassing. I can't go to school if my belly becomes bigger later.'

'Should I tell dad and mum, and Dahyun eooni too?' Chaeyoung looks up to the ceiling, speaks in a tone that seems to give up on everything. 'Daddy must kill me...'

"Not if I have anything to say about it." You say as you lay back on her bed. "Take a deep breath, Chae. I'm sure we can figure this out. Who knows, maybe Mina would want to adopt your baby. All we can do now is think, and you need to stop drinking, it could hurt the baby."

'I just can't stop thinking about it, even in my dream. Only Alcohol and sex can help me to forget it.' Chaeyoung keeps looking up.

'I haven't decided what to do yet, Oppa. You really feel OK if I give it up for adoption? It's your kid too.'

"How you're feeling is a lot more important, Chae." You pat her head, "Have you eaten yet?"

'But it's your... our kid. I really don't know...' Chaeyoung puts your hand on her tummy.

'I haven't, but I want your cock, Oppa. I really miss it.' Chaeyoung rolls over you and starts sliding her hand in your jeans.

I kiss Chaeyoung's forehead, "Show me how much you miss it." I say while I caress her cheek. "Show Oppa how much you miss his cock"

Chaeyoung bites your lip before moving down her head to your crotch. 'Don't be so tender, I am not used to it. You know what I want.'

Chaeyoung pulls your shaft out and keep kissing the tips of your cock. 'Miss me, big guy? Is Jihyo eooni taking good care of you every night?' When she feels the rod in her hands is hard enough, she takes you in.

You put your hand on the back of Chaeyoung's head and push her onto your cock. "Is this what you want, Chaeyoung?" You ask as you hold her in place. You keep her there for a few seconds before letting her breath.

Chaeyoung choked by you sudden assault, but you can not see any discomfort in her eyes. Instead, she looks enjoy, and she is enjoying that you are going on rough on her. She is always the least limited of your girls. No one can even compare, not even Sana.

Chaeyoung keeps stroking you while she catches her breath, 'Fuck... I love it... Just how big it is...' Chaeyoung swallows your tips and throbs her head slowly, her hands are caressing your balls at the same time, she do it as slow as she can, trying her best to tease you. 'My mouth or clit you like better?'

"I love those pretty lips of yours," You moan as you push her to the base of your cock. "Your throat is so tight, Chae. It's going to make me cum."

Chaeyoung keeps bobbing her head up and down. Having sex with you in the past year makes her understand what you like. Everytime she takes you all in, while her tongue keeps lapping at your underside, until she is out of oxygen.

Chaeyoung's face becomes red quickly as she constantly lacks air, but she still working hard on your cock. 'Umm.... tasty as my memories... Oppa, how many time you cum in my throat, I want the same for my little clit.'

You pull Chaeyoung away, letting her catch her breath before slamming her face back onto your cock and filling her throat with your cum. "Drink it all, Chae." You groan.

Chaeyoung obediently drinks your cum, but your cum is too much for her, she eventually chocked and cum even dripping from her nose. She just looks like a broken slut eager for cum.

'Oppa... you cum so much...' Chaeyoung gathers your cum that drips on your body. 'But now I want it in another way.'

"Lay on your back then Chae." You say as you push her onto her back. You rub your cock against her cunt, teasing her. "How much do you want it Chae? Let me hear about how much you miss this cock."

'I miss it just like how I miss you...' Chaeyoung grabs your cock and tries to get you in. 'Do you know I masturbating to your cock every single day? Give me right now. You can cum in me as I am pregnant already.'

You poke Chaeyoung's cunt with the tip, "You can do better, Chae. Beg for it." You tell her as you rub the tip against her clit.

'Oppa!' Chaeyoung pours her face as you keep teasing her. 'Urgh...' Chaeyoung roars like a cat and holds up her fist, pretending to be angry. 'Just put it in! Do you wanna be bitten by baby tiger? Urgh!'

You kiss Chaeyoung and twist one of her nipples, "Beg for it, Chae, or I won't put it in," Before she can say another word, you ram your cock deep into her cunt, putting every inch inside in one motion.

'Ah... Yes...' Chaeyoung crosses her legs on your back and keeps pushing you inside. 'I am wet enough, just fuck me!'

You grabs on her tits, flipping her nipples, feeling the growth of her little chest, mostly because of her pregnancy, her tits are already growing, you can't wait to know how much Chae is going to grow.

"I will," You groan as you ram your cock back into her. "You're not going to be able to walk by the end, Chae." You pinch Chaeyoung's nipples and pull them roughly listening to her moans.

Chaeyoung is even horny when you are being hard to her, it's more pleasure than pain to her. 'Yes, Oppa. Pinch me... harder.' Her hands go up, and play your nipple, 'I know you like it.' Chaeyoung smirks.

"You want this harder? Okay, Chae." You pull out of Chae and flip her over onto her stomach, smacking her ass before driving your cock into her cunt. You push her head into the bed as you fuck her from behind.

'Ummm... ummm...' Chaeyoung's moan is muffled by the blanket as her head is pressing hard by you. You could feel how hyper Chaeyoung is right now even you can't hear her words.

Everytime you slap her ass hard, her body jerks and you can feel her walls getting tighter, this seducing you to go even rougher on her. 'You little slut like being treated badly huh?' You keep slapping her hard until you feel a splash of juice on your cock, you don't expect she cums that quick.

"Cumming already? That's no good, Chae." You slap her ass until it's red while continuing to impale her on your cock. "Tell me how good it feels, Chae, or I'll stop right now." You wait a second, and when you hear no response, you slow down your thrusts.

Chaeyoung strugglely turns her head to the side, catching her breath quickly. 'Fuck... don't slow down please. Oppa, I want you to fill me up. You cock brings me to cloud 9. I miss this feeling so much... Faster!' Chaeyoung shakes her ass again, seducing you to smack her hardly.

You kiss the back of Chaeyoung's head, "That's a good girl." Pushing her head back into the bed, you start thrusting quickly, giving Chaeyoung every inch and driving her crazy.

'Ahhh! Oppa!' Chaeyoung grabs the bedsheet hard to keep her body stable under your fierce thrust. 'Fuck me! Slab me!' Chaeyoung seems to be wilder than you usual, you not sure is she just simply missing your cock or she has too much stress to be released, but you are just more than happy to use her.

'Moan louder, Chae! Do you like it?' You groan as you keep slapping her ass, decided to drain her today.

You feel her walls tighten around my cock as you continue thrusting. "Cum for Oppa, Cum for me." You yell at Chae. You listen to her whines as she cums a second time. "Fuck, Chae. I think I'm going to cum. Where do you want it?"

'In my pussy... I want it inside...' Chaeyoung moans weakly as her energy starts to run out, but she still desperate for another orgasm. 'Fill my womb, let our baby knows how your cum feels like.'

You grab Chaeyoung's arms and pull on them as you hit Chaeyoung's womb with every thrust. "I'm cumming," You moan as you fill her pussy with your baby batter and trigger Chae's third orgasm.

'Ahhhh!' Chaeyoung collapses, and she nearly completely falls on the bed, only because you are pulling her arms, so she doesn't.

'It's so warm...' Chaeyoung's body keeps jerking, and you are just slowly thrusting out your orgasm, her walls milking you good, forcing you to cum more in her.

Once you finish, you let go of Chaeyoung's arms, letting her fall onto the bed. "I'm not done yet, Chae." You place your hands on either side of her letting her lay on the bed as you continue to fuck her from behind.

You pin her hands on the bed, and fucking her from the back like a dog, every time your body crash on her ass, there is a loud 'pak' sound, although it's not in rhythm, as you are losing your self control, fucking her faster and faster.

Your hips move wildly, and Chaeyoung knows how to please you, she arcs her back like the moon, giving you an angle that can fuck her easily. 'Ah! It feels so good!' She nearly cries from the pleasure.

You give Chae a hard spanking, turning her ass a deep shade of red as you feel another orgasm coming. "Are you ready for more cum, Chae?" You moan.

'Yes! Oppa! Cum in me!' Chaeyoung's wall starts tightening around you again, she is so hungry for sex that she even moans in a higher pitch. 'Oppa... I am cumming too. Let's cum together... Ah!'

You bury yourself inside Chae, flooding her cunt with your cum. It leaks out of her dripping onto the bed as her walls milk more out of you.

'Fuck!' Chae use the last bit of her energy to roar before turning black out. Even she is unconscious, her walls still milking you hard. You keep thrusting in and out of her pussy, brings the overflowing cum dripping on her bed.

Every thrust makes me groan as you use Chae's body like a fleshlight until you cum again. After burying yourself inside her and pumping her full of cum you pull out slowly, spanking Chae once. You look at her unconscious body, "I thought you'd be able to handle it, Chae. The least you could do is clean my off." You place your cock in her mouth, and even unconscious her tongue still moves around your cock, sloppy cleaning it as you give Chae the chance to rest.

You rest beside Chae, waiting for her to wake up, looking at her pregnancy test.

[saiidahyunie]

say im ur luv 

son chaeyoung x f!reader 

synopsis: is it wrong to be in love with your best friend who’s a tattoo artist?

warnings: fluff ; smut ; friends to lovers ; tattoos

a/n: for @nr1chaedickrider, celebrating chae day early! so i hope you guys enjoy (idk how to feel ab the pacing in this one but lower the expectations, and then drop them again.)

let’s ask the question again: is it wrong to be in love with your tattoo artist?

well, if it is chaeyoung then you’re completely, with no reassurance, fucked. 

chaeyoung has been your tattoo artist since the two of you were both eighteen fresh out of high school with no money to each other's names whatsoever. chaeyoung was actually an apprentice, shaky with her gun and worrying over whether she placed the stencil correctly. 

she was the one who did your first ever tattoo, and you were chase’s first solo tattoo ever. 

so there shouldn’t be any wonder if you were in love with her, something straight out of a romance novel or those corny, coming of age movies that could be easily replaced with something else. 

it’s only up until now that chaeyoung is the only person that’s ever allowed to ink your skin, the only individual that’s responsible for every design etched in skin and you’re in love with every single one of them. she’s a brilliant artist and you’d honestly never go to anyone else. 

but also, chaeyoung is insanely hot. like an absolute hit out of the ballpark in addition to being the sweetest person that you’ve ever met. you’d never expect it of her with a gorgeous tattoo on her lower back that you don’t even know what it is because she’s never actually made it clear herself. aside from all of the imitating and artistic ink, she has that sweet side, a calming presence while also being incredibly patient with her clients, kind nearly to a fault. to this day, chaeyoung barely changed her hourly rate, at least not for you. 

at first, it started to be relatively cheap when she was working towards her license. once she got it, her rate went up a bit, but capped out to a hundred an hour. you know from the online website that she charges far more now and despite that, chaeyoung never charged you any higher. you suspected that it was because you accidentally told her how long it took you to save up for a tattoo, back when med school was sucking the life out of you, draining every cell in your body to pay back those stupid student loans. 

chaeyoung asked you why you haven’t been coming in as often, and you being the idiot you were letting the reason spill out your mouth. you’d always tip her more than enough to cover the difference which resulted in her complaining about it after. she gave up, letting it be a normal thing between you and her, finding new and creative methods to force her to take the extra cash that you’re paying. last time that happened, you slipped it between one of her vinyls that she set off to the side before her session with you. 

the next thing you’d see on your phone were the string of curses about an hour later and it was clearly the highlight of your day. 

however, chaeyoung would also be snarky as hell and give you more than good when riled up. you know that all too well, it’s seen in the years of knowing her, all of the dollars and hours spent upon being stabbed by a needle, but you know you’ll be in good hands with chaeyoung better than any other client she’s been with. 

to backtrack, you are completely in love, and you think you sold yourself short because: 

1. chaeyoung is way out of your league.

2. chaeyoung doesn’t date her clients. 

—

the news itself was a tough pill to swallow when you foolishly told mina that she was your favorite tattoo artist and somi doubled down saying that you were totally in love with chaeyoung. of course, mina being always so forward with what she wanted took it upon herself to get her own tattoo from the said lovely tattoo artist and hopefully beat you to getting with her, just to piss you off even more. 

in all fairness, mina did it in retaliation for the new year’s kiss incident that was never really spoken about ever again, but still who in their right mind would go for something like that? 

blind arrogance and anger aside, you had gone with mina as support while also fending off any advances towards chaeyoung in the form of damage control. this effort would go up in flames and once chaeyoung had slipped her gloves on, mina kept her cool like she always does hitting on chaeyoung, making you stop cold in your tracks by fear that she would accept. 

a part of you was relieved to hear her flat out reject mina, by saying that she was a cool friend to have, but ultimately, “no thanks.” 

then the following sentence just sent your heart down into oblivion when you heard the words, “i don’t date clients.” come out of her mouth in record time. after that incident, it was a tough pill to swallow, but safeguarding all of these feelings for chaeyoung was locked away in a little box sunk to the bottom of the ocean. 

oddly enough, it hadn’t worked and yet here you were, another day with the tattoo appointment with the very focus of obsession the next day. there’s a lot of things going through your head–

regret was one of them.

second being hatred.

both of these things aren’t enough power to really cancel the appointment, but it’s fine. 

working the overnight shift down at the local hospital because there was an opening in your availability, so you took it. surprisingly enough, it was quiet for once. so just chatting on the seats along the hallway of the ER while your coworkers were getting some filing and charting done to kill the hours. thing’s are going great as they are. 

“y/n, weren’t you just here yesterday morning?” yuqi, one of the senior nurses asking across from the check-in desk opposite of you. 

“yeah,” you respond cheerfully, spinning the iced macchiato you saved in the break room to drink. this shit is aboslute dog piss, you’re thinking to yourself downing it, but it’s times like these where you’ve got to do anything to stay awake. 

yuqi frowns, disapproving and the gaze sends a shiver down your spine like she emulated your mom scolding you. “did you take a break by any chance?” 

“qi, my thirty was a little over an hour ago.” 

“when do you get off?” 

“about an hour and a half,” you tell her with a post-it note stack between your fingers. yuqi turns around for a moment, whispering numbers from the clipboard she’s skimming through next to the walkway before turning back, expression stern but prospective. 

“alright, we have more than enough people to last uss for the rest of the night, so why don’t you go ahead and get room 8 set up before heading out, i feel bad that you’re working here back to back.” 

it’s an offer you couldn’t say no to, practically keeping yourself awake with the singular functioning brain cell godforbid standing on two feet - and the appointment with chaeyoung is at nine-thirty, so getting those couple hours of sleep sounds a whole lot nicer rather than showing up looking vegetable dead the moring after. 

“bless your work, qi.” 

she reaches over the desk to lightly tap your forehead, keeping you awake with her cold fingers, “you’re one of my best people, can’t have you crashing on the floor like the other patients, right?” 

“you tell wendy that, and i’ll request another schedule change!” you chortle before swiping the chart from yuqi’s hand, stepping your way towards room 8. it was way too early for you to be this obnoxious, but hey, with three cans worth of red bull and two latte’s from nana’s coffee shop you bought before your shift this is the kind of energy you would have at 3 am. 

you’ve done well for yourself being popular with most of the nurses on your floor and you like to think it’s because you’re good at your job and not for the reason of being adopted as the surrogate baby despite being the youngest of the bunch. you’re not losing sleep over it, nor picky, but it’s better being loathed for incompetence like most of the other new nurses arriving here. 

looking down at the clipboard, you’re skimming through the charts while the brain is rapidly running through all of the symptoms considering the doctor’s potential diagnosis and how you should proceed. 

the name on the line says: son chaeyoung, 24, sprained ankle. 

quizzical, you remember the name somehow, but can’t quite place it where. not that you’d care though, almost out of here and with about two to three days off, the break from responsibilities was so close to tasting that you’re not putting any more thought into it. though, it could be because of the similar age and possibly the same university or whatever. 

a move of the curtain with the back of your hand while your leg pulls the rolling chair from behind for you to sit on without even looking up. 

“good morning ms. son. i’m not sure if the doctor has already told you, but i see here that you just have a small ankle sprain, so we’re just gonna wrap it up with a few bandages and you should be all set to leave.”

you still haven’t looked up to see ms. son just yet, instead of giving the usual tangent while getting yourself into the right position while getting some bandages from one of the drawers below. this was the fifth sprained ankle in this shift alone and you just wish that you can just say that there wasn’t any need to come to urgent care for all of this because, most people could just deal with wrapping this at home, but nothing wrong with going through the checks from a qualified professional, so you don’t say that. 

“y/n?” 

so that’s the funny part. the damn voice that makes your head snap up instantaneously to properly observe your patient becuase you know the sound of your name bouncing off the walls of her mouth and teeth. 

chaeyoung. 

even at three in the freaking morning, she’s still pretty as ever with hair disheveled, wearing black sweats and a grey oversized hoodie. this was one of the few times that you could see barely any of her tattoos, the only ones that are visible are the small ones that were marked across different parts of her fingers, a small hyperfix you have for noticing and dreaming that you get to kiss them, along with–

ah ah ah, we’re on the clock here, remember?

“chae.” you breathe her name without really thinking about it and a smile lights up her face. “i’m not supposed to see you until nine.” 

she cracks a grin, and there’s the girl that you’re so familiar with, it never gets old. “i’m not complaining, though.” 

chaeyoung’s face blushes at this and you follow from the pretty hints of pink from the peak of her cheeks down to the elegant arch of her neck. you don’t know why you said those very words, rarely ever letting a remark with that caliber out in the terms of flirting because it’s never really something that’s to be said outside of the tattoo parlor - and also because you’re deathly afraid that she’s gonna turn you down, telling you that she doesn’t want to see you again, but you need to see more of that blush that’s burning her cheeks by the second. 

“i–uh, didn’t know that you were a nurse.” chaeyoung switches up the subject quickly, sounding shocked. you don’t take any offense to that however, let alone blame her. this career choice wouldn’t even be in the considerable options for the person that’s been tatted a few things on her left arm with a back tattoo also. 

“yeah, i’m actually fresh out of nursing school.” 

“ah.” she breathes out, lifing your gaze up to see her face. 

she’s so fucking cute. 

“right, now would you mind if i can take a look at that ankle, miss son?” you observe, grining while chaeyoung scrambles to swing her injured foot over the edge of the bed. 

“my–well, my roommate brought me in because i tripped on one of her shoes and then my ankle started to swell up. i know this is a bit of an overreaction, and i’m sorry.” she rambles nervously while you’re trying not to internally swear that you’re falling more and more in love every time you hear the sounds of happiness coming out of her mouth. 

chaeyoung, your best friend. a badass, slightly introverted tattoo artist who’s also hot, with her gun and showing off endless amounts of creamy skin on her upper body, drawn up with different designs, but chaeyoung swaddled up in loungewear and twisting over her words was also adorable. 

“nothing to worry about, this was the last thing i expected to happen on my shift tonight.” you acknowledge, bring up her foot gently to your lap so that you can start bandaging. sparing a quick look up to just be sure, and fair enough, the blush is still there, now even more apparent than a few moments ago, fighting back the grin.

she’s in your place of work today, so you can do as you please. 

it’s quick work really, and with the bandage wrapped with a few metal clips, it’s secured so that her foot doesn’t move too much before pulling away, satisfied with the work. 

“thanks.” chaeyoung tells you shyly and you’re fighting to not get over how cute she’s being today, my goodness. 

“no need, just elevate it when you get home and obviously don’t do anything to strenuous, or it could get worse.” 

“does this mean i have to cancel our appointment tomorrow then, you know i wouldn’t want to do anything strenuous.” chaeyoung asks teasingly. 

aside from all of the butterflies flying in your stomach, the urge to tell chaeyoung exactly what kind of strenuous activities she shouldn’t be doing like doing a stupid dance move or tripping on another shoe - because she’s the kind of person to do that again, and it will, so you’re shaking your head while the both of your laugh. 

“chae!” a voice interrupts you two and you see a girl standing behind the curtain with a water cup in her hand. 

“manda, what the hell did i tell you?! keep your voice down, this is a hospital.” 

the girl you assume to be manda does shut up, before not giving you a very thorough look over that makes you feel a little bit uncomfortable. 

“oh, y/n. this is manda, my overprotective roommate that brought me in because she’s impulsive. and manda this is y/n, she’s my best friend since wearing diapers and a regular at my shop.” chaeyoung introduces you, a cautious tone in her voice. 

you were going to exchange some niceties only to be stopped by a gasp from the sound of your name. 

“you’re telling me that this is the y/n? the day one that you’ve been gushing over about for god knows how—” chaeyoung’s quick to slap her hand over manda’s mouth, grinning weirdly while grabbing her socks and shoes while dragging manda away. 

“well, it’s been nice seeing you lovely. actually i’ll be seeing you tomorrow anyway, so this has been fun. i’ll make sure to keep my ankle in shape.” chaeyoung calls back to you, totally ignoring her own words as clearly puts weight on the said injured foot, towing her roomate away, hand over her mouth still. 

“wait!” you exclaim to her peeking out the doorway, “you have to sign the release form!” trying to tell her, but she’s already past the corner and into the main lobby of seats without even putting her shoes back on. the whole dilemma makes you laugh. 

maybe the chance of getting with your best friend is a lot more apparent than it seems. 

—

chaeyoung, on the other hand, wants to die. honest to god for the feeling of crawling into a cave to rot for eternity. 

she’s done a really great job for as long as she could not letting you know that she loves you, while also wanting nothing more than to just have a full-fledged confession scene occur out in the rain. it’s only this possible for her feeling this way for years now. 

unlike you, she’s had her fair share of slips-ups. as a matter of fact, she’s absolutely god awful at keeping things somewhat professional with you and if her brother jeonghoon found out how often she’s taken advantage of your trust as a tattoo artist, then she knew that things wouldn’t be pretty. 

admittingly, chaeyoung also hides the fact of the countless times your clothes were off in the shop. it didnt’ mean to start off like this, but any chance that she got, she wanted you to show as much skin as possible - you know, for stenciling purposes and whatnot. 

a simple tattoo on the arm? roll up the sleeve. 

a tattoo in between your breasts and under off to the side? you’re cupping your breasts for her on the bench. 

even a freaking ankle tattoo? you’d happily oblige with taking off your sweatpants when you didn’t even need to. 

it didn’t matter, whatever chaeyoung wanted for her hobby, she would get. 

all of that would be thrown under the bus because her roommate manda outed her which makes the whole act completely derailed, and she doesn’t know how she’s gonna face you in a few hours. 

chaeyoung has known you since that one random middle school event that was probably a halloween party for the class one day where you dressed up as coraline and she was emulating the early forms of her gothic, grunge core aesthetic. you took it upon yourself to compliment her appearance and ever since that interaction, you and her have been attached to the hip. 

it was some achievement that you’d be the first person chaeyoung would tattoo, but it meant a lot to her. marking you up to make her art was something that she appreciated along with being the first customer. 

your body for her was her own personal canvas, no one else has had the luxury to ink your skin except for her, and the thrill that comes with it is just amazing. in the design book, your tattoos are the ones that chaeyoung always showcases, because they are the epitome of perfection, and she makes sure of it. she’s been the person to point at for every single body modification on you up until now. 

it had been a little bit after the visit to the emergency room, and now she’s going to see you, cursing at the fact that her roommate manda and her big mouth. she groans once sitting up the bed, getting up with a hitch in her step because of her ankle - so much for dressing up, it’ll be a lazy outfit for today. 

even though it hadn’t been that long–considerably a while–-since chaeyoung had last seen you, completely forgetting the fact that you were a nurse, but that just made you hotter in chaeyoung’s eyes. it’s insane to even think about for your own good, a healthcare professional that saves lives on the regular, yeah you’re instantaneously hotter. 

a quick shower and dress up is how chaeyoung does on a typical workday to see her favorite client: a simple shirt that shows all of the tattoos she has on her arms. on the agenda for you was some backwork and knowing that you love to have your head laid onto the side, she hopes that it’ll be a good view to see all of the designs that are on chaeyoung’s arms. 

making her way to the kitchen, chaeyoung’s eyes were set on manda who looks to be making an apology breakfast for her. 

“chae, you’re up! how’s your ankle?” she asks. chaeyoung doesn’t respond, just sitting down and glaring at the back of her roommate's head. manda turns around, a frown marring her normal happy face and lets out a sigh of irritation. “i’m sorry! i don’t know why i said that but i’m sure that it’ll be okay! maybe y/n loves you back and this is just something you needed, consider this a favor!” 

chaeyoung swipes the jug of juice, pouring herself a glass before tossing the cap, clearly unhappy with this development of everything so far.

“hey! what the hell! i said i was sorry!

chaeyoung sighs, hanging her head while manda sets down a plate of waffles down, mumbling a sound of acceptance. “it’s fine, just please keep your big mouth shut about it, okay? don’t even think about coming by the shop, i’ll be tattooing her in a bit.’

“you got it.” manda says, nodding her head resolutely. 

as chaeyoung prepares to dig into her breakfast, manda sits across from her, looking like she wants to say a few more things and she figures that it’s better to get it all out on the table now rather than later. “just say it.”

“you’ve known your best friend for so many years now. why are you staying quiet about it? you’ve been her tattoo artist and you haven’t done a single move on her!”

“god, can you just–”

“you’re not taking advantage of it! for all i know maybe y/n feels the same way!” manda finally says before pondering to add anything else. instead, “okay, i’m done with my rant now.” 

chaeyoung considers her words, and she’s not wrong. the chemistry between you and her has always been crazy, just by being in the same room as you, it drives her up the wall in some cases. while manda might be saying is true, it also solidifies the fact that every tattoo that she put on you was an extension of her no matter how long it took or how it looked. 

she remembers you laughing at all the times of her taking forever, messing around with the size and placement of the stencil. you’d tell her every single time that it was fine, it was those kinds of appointments which turned into hangouts despite the difference in schedules between you two. 

“you’re right.” chaeyoung says, “because you told her that i like her, and now well something has to happen. i can’t ignore this anymore. 

manda simply giggles and chaeyoung puts on her glasses before getting ready to head out the door. she has a client to see soon after all. 

—

now in her own workspace, chaeyoung fiddles around with the different trinkets and equipment about several times because of her sheer nerves because what was she going to do? you know about her massive crush now and there’s nothing but nerves ever since. were you going to say anything about it? what would she do? how should she react to it?

she hates it here, it’s because she’s never been this nervous with you before. 

all of her thoughts would have to wait when they’re interrupted by you entering the room, wearing black baggy jeans and a simple black sweater that might be a little bit cropped that exposes your lower abs. in scrubs or in normal clothes, you looked way to good. 

“hey,” you snap her attention towards you with a bright smile. “your brother at the front just told me to come in, i figured that you were busy getting ready so–”

“that’s okay! i-i was just cleaning a bit, go ahead and sit down while i get the stencil ready.” 

chaeyoung can’t believe what she sounds like right now, she needs to get it together. 

“everything good with you chae?” you ask her while setting yourself on the bench.

chaeyoung is definitely not okay, at this point she wants to melt into slime on the floor, but you haven’t brought up manda’s big fumble so things might be fine. she hates how you say her nickname, it’s so natural, but why does it feel so different now?

“i’m good, even better now that you’re sitting down i’ll show you the sketch.”

you comply, eyes parting like saucers when chaeyoung shows you the sketch of the symbols that you were going to have on the right side of your back. chaeyoung herself hand picked the words and the meaning behind them so needless to say, “my god!? i love it!” 

“it’ll be somewhat similar to what i have on my back already, so i took a bit of inspiration to be honest.” 

“so, matching tattoos basically?” 

“yep.” 

“best friends for so many years and we’ll finally have matching tattoos.”

the hum of the tattoo gun starts to buzz in the room and chaeyoung is blasting some music to help mask it, helps her get in the zone. 

your session was a little over two hours, the outlining was probably the most challenging part since chaeyoung wouldn’t stop drooling at your toned back at times for you to say her name in order to snap out of it. other than that, most of the work had been finished and the last thing was to get the shading in between the open spaces of the symbols. 

“i think we can have this finished by tomorrow.” she says to you, looking up when she has the mirror reflecting the almost completed project. “what do you think?” 

“you sure? i felt like we can have this done by today.” 

chaeyoung leans over to you sitting upright, wrapping your new ink on your shoulder while her face was extremely close to yours, face burning up when she feels your breath hot on her neck. “i’d love to keep you here so that we can catch up, but i do have another client in about thirty minutes.” 

“how does tomorrow sound?” 

“you might be in pain from today as it is.” 

“so? this is nothing new for the both of us.” you tell her, fingers waving forward and backward in the space below while maintaining eye contact. 

“you’re an idiot.” 

“but you love that don’t you?” 

chaeyoung giggles, and you’re putting back on your sweater before standing up on the way out of the door. “so i’ll see you soon then?” you ask, and chaeyoung just nods with a dimple peaking out while your back is turned to her, door closing behind leaving her alone. 

she’s definitely fucked, and it’s even worse when she can’t even speak to you properly anymore.

—

“y/n.”

“hmm?”

“stop moving.” 

you don’t move again in the next session the following day. chaeyoung props her elbow on the line of your lower back, catching on the corner of her eye when your upper back muscles tense up from the sudden pressure. she could get lost on how your body looks from the back and the front, but she loses the willpower to (god help her delusional mind when she finally sits back down on the chair)

eventually, she finally finishes the symbol design in a matter of an hour and to her honesty, it’s one of the best works that chaeyoung had on you for a while now. 

you look at it from the full body mirror on the door, but you’re not even paying single attention to the new design when chaeyoung sees your eyes not even looking at the tattoo, but at her. “you idiot! you’re not even looking!” 

“so, i already did.” you retort, and chaeyoung wants to smack you. 

“do you not like it?” 

“i do, it’s amazing, but this is not what i’m thinking about right now.” 

chaeyoung and her two functioning boba brain cells managed to connect the dots: you were talking about her. as cheesy as it sounds but she falls for it, and had already fallen for you. 

“so, are we gonna keep ignoring what’s happening between us, or do i have the chance to ask you out on a date?” 

“y/n, i know you’re one of my best friends for all time now, but you forget that i don’t date clients.” 

you laugh, stepping closer to her where the space suddenly gets small in the room. physical touches between friends had always been natural with chaeyoung. for some reason, chaeyoung can’t function properly when you’re grabbing her cheek with your slender fingers, imposing your eyes into her’s, staring into her soul.

“i think you can make an exception for me then.”

chaeyoung slaps your hand lightly away from her face, hiding her blush terribly with that same dimple under her cheek breaking through. you’ve already won. “i’ll come get you at 7:30, so be ready by then.” 

chaeyoung too, has also won, without having any role in this development at all.

—

despite being excited for the first date, that gets swept under the bus because once you were at the doorstep at her apartment, chaeyoung decides that it doesn’t matter if she eats or not (she’s gonna eat regardless). she wanted you and needed you now. 

outside of the hospital and tattoo parlor, chaeyoung has danced around the idea of hooking up with her best friend, and luckily the stars aligned when you felt the same way. the dinner was completely unnecessary for her to get you.

and, she motions you inside, following dutifully, taking off your shoes and sliding them into the rack nearby. “i made a reservation at that one place you always liked and after i thought we could just hit the roller rink after.”

chaeyoung ignores you, instead she grabs your arm to drag you to her room. “chae? what’s happening–” 

she shuts you up by kissing you, pressing you against the door. swiping her tongue across the opening of your mouth, letting out a moan once she finally achieves what she’s been building up to for so long. you’re quick to pick up on the message, i mean shit–you could let her do all the work for all you care, but that would take out some of the fun anyway. 

your tongue continues to fight for dominance against hers, hands sliding across her body, reaching down for her ass, grasping it that makes her let out a whine, grinding your knee into the space between her legs. chaeyoung is the first to pull away, resting her head on the front of your shoulder, “fuck–do you know how long i’ve–”

“we really doing this or what?” 

“i’m gonna lose my mind if you don’t get your fingers inside of me right now, so shut the fuck up.” 

her lips are quick to get on yours again, hands sliding underneath her dress and onto her ass, clutching it with everything in your grip enough to get bruises on them, and you will. chaeyoung slips off your aviator jacket, leaving you just in your shirt while it showcases the tattoos that she put on you across your arms. 

managing to reach the bed rather than just getting it down right on the floor, you sit while chaeyoung strips her white oversized sweater, revealing a lacy black bra underneath and all of the tattoos that were on her arms: the line of carrots, her birdcage, the heart and arrow on the side of her neck. everything about her was so alluring, and it’s making you crave for her more. 

she’s quick to straddle you, breathless, like she too is nervous for what’s about to happen. you laugh, “what?” she asks, letting herself nestle into the cushiony seat of your thighs, hands on her bra before it’s up in the air and out of the picture. 

“nothing,” you say, landing a feathery kiss onto her small, perky breast. “you’re so quick to jump on this like you’ve been wanting this to happen.” 

chaeyoung tries to respond, only to let out a moan when your mouth lands on her nipple, slicking it up with saliva while you massage the other one. she shivers at the lovingly touches you’re giving her, lightly playing with the back of your hair on your neck as you indulged in her tits. 

“god, you’re—so fucking–” she grips your head deeper into her chest. “please–y/n–i can’t–”

your eyes look up to hers, mouth still on her nipple, pulling away for a second to catch your breath. “you look so good for me, pretty–god–” chaeyoung pulls you up to her face for another kiss, groaning again for more need, and drowning in pure bliss. 

quick to elevate the next move, you flip her over, bedding being ruffled when her back hits the sheets, a laugh leaves her lips and your mouth is all over her neck. chaeyoung loves this, she’s been waiting for this fantasy to be fulfilled for the longest time now and it’s finally happening all at once. 

“i’m gonna make you feel good now. does that sound good?” 

“please.” chaeyoung stutters out. 

“anything for you, pretty.” 

you then start to trail down to her sweatpants, tugging them away, smiling in satisfaction when it’s a lacy red g string with a visible wet spot in the middle, her hips twitch when you press a finger lightly across the fabric. they’re the next article of clothing to go, kissing up her inner thighs and chaeyoung can’t bear to look at the action of the top of your head happening down to her core. 

“baby, you’re dripping for me.” 

“f-fuck–”

“that’s fine, i like it when you’re excited for me. it’s cute.” 

not even giving her the luxury to speak after that, you latch your mouth onto her cunt and the sudden surge of pleasure makes her groan out loud that even catches you off guard. the surprise is also apparent when she places her feet on the small dips on your collar bones, giving you more area to work with as you’re lapping her pussy up. 

chaeyoung reaches for your hair the more you let your tongue dampen from the wetness of her slit, trying different ways to get new tones of moans out from her, this method works when you slip two fingers inside her and my god she’s soaked. 

“ngh–fuck y-y/n–baby, i—yes–yes, right there.”

she’s jerking and grasping for anything within arms reach, to keep her mind off from the spot inside her that’s being sucked away by you. it’s fucking her head when your tongue reaches deep, ass off the mattress before you restrain her down. 

“don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop–”

you hum into her core again, pulling away slightly over her swollen cunt, “you’re close are you?” 

“shit–why did you—” 

“i have an idea.” 

chaeyoung then sees you rise up from the edge of the bed, shifting her back more onto the mattress before slipping out of your pants and underwear, waddling through to chaeyoung’s head before turning around with your pussy hovering over. you then see chaeyoung lick her lips in anticipation of what you were doing, the eyes telling you how much she wanted you and you couldn’t complain about it. 

“don’t be shy, y/n. sit on me.” 

oh. 

smiling at her command, you press your pussy onto her mouth, stifling a moan before you lean over to resume eating chaeyoung out. the sounds that fill up the room are sinful, reactions of approval with hands grabbing at skin, humming inside each other's core to edge out one over the next. chaeyoung is a quick learner when she returns the same treatment you gave her by slipping a finger against your folds, clutching the blanket next to you two while you feverishly grind your cunt over her tongue. 

two could play at that game, and you up the ante with licking up her folds, thumb tapping her clit once, then twice, then a third. she’s shaking into the bed, you’re trying to catch your breath - everything about this first time is euphoric - it’s amazing to relish in when you hook your hands underneath her thighs, finishing up the course that you’ve been craving over the planned dinner. then–

“fuck, baby. i’m so–so close.” 

chaeyoung is begging to cum, and you’re fighting the tightrope in your stomach to not cum before her, but you’re picking it up and she is preactially yelping at this point. eventually, she lets go, trembling when you clean up the arousal, that savory juice that is soaking your fingers and leaking out of her well-worked cunt. 

you’re quick to follow too, gripping her waist and forcing your hips down on her, nearly suffocating to the point before you also let loose from the swirling mouth and tongue eating you up from the inside. shaking once you lift your hips off of chaeyoung’s face, plopping down beside her and leaving sloppy kisses all over her face and neck, drunk on the scent from you and her. 

—

it might’ve been a few hours or the next morning, and the dinner reservation is out of speculation.

chaeyoung is the first to wake up and takes the time to observe her new piece of art in a more closer detail. it’s been a while since she had a chance to look at you like this, tracing along the slopes of your cheeks, the dunes across your chest and waist, down to your hips. she sees the ink all over your arm, especially the one in between your breasts - the inscribed saying under your right boob. everything about you was impressive, and the shading was spot on. 

“admiring the curation?” you ask her, voice labored while you peek down through your pretty lashes. 

“yeah, i’m good at what i do, i can see why you always came back to see me.”

“oh, trust me. you are, but that’s not why i come back to you.” you break a grin and chaeyoung blushes through the compliment,

“shut up.” she says, slapping your arm in retaliation. 

“i do like the one you just did on me recently, the symbol and everything. now cool that we match.” you say, showing the underside of your wrist, “i want this one to be filled in. something meaningful too by the way.” 

chaeyoung scowls. “it’ll be small, but what do you want?” 

“hmm,” you’re being pensive, staring up at the ceiling. “i dunno, something that’s already on you that can be put on me.” 

chaeyoung then shakes her head. “no.” 

you laugh, “would chae be sufficient for you instead of the tattoos you have already?” 

“deal.” 

“okay, i’ll come by next week to get that taken care of.” 

“i’ll get one on me also.” 

you comb her hair, looking at her confused, “what do you mean?” raising a brow after. 

“you’ll see later.” she tells you. 

you find out later indeed, when you’re going down on her on the kitchen counter top, noticing the bandage that finds your name inked just over the small divot of her hip. 

[venompinks]

MINA CHAEYOUNG TZUYU ✽ WITH YOUTH FOREVER VERSION SCAN

[neoplatinum]

is there someone else? - the weeknd | son chaeyoung

summary: oh, is there someone else or not?, 'cause i wanna keep you close

pairing: chaeyoung x 10th-member!reader

themes: angst, alcohol, cigarettes, some of twice, implied sex

wc: 1.3k

“tell me.” chaeyoung stares at you, her eyes unfocused, and peering down at your lips. 

she grabs the cigarette out of your mouth, putting it between her own lips and taking a long drag. 

“chaeyoung, tell me.”

“what do you want me to say?” she pulls the cigarette out to flick the ends into her ashtray. “that i love you? that i want to be with you?”

“chaeyoung, are you fucking with me right now? just tell me how you feel.” you scoff, pushing your legs together.

“what? i told you how i felt already.” she continues to take your cigarette, taking long puffs. 

her voice doesn’t waver like yours, she doesn’t have to feel overwhelming dread whenever she has to ask for more. all she does is take and take and take. 

you don’t know how much you can offer of yourself anymore, until you become swallowed whole by her.

she doesn’t spend hours staring at her ceiling thinking about you, she doesn’t spend years staring at you out of the corner of her eye. she doesn’t call you when things go well, it doesn’t even seem like she pays much attention to anything about you. 

“you told me that you liked me while we were fucking chaeyoung,” you stare at her, her eyes distant and far away.

“yeah i did.” she takes another drag.

“is that it? is that the only way you think about me?” you feel yourself falling apart, the anxiety bubbling over, are you only a secondary thought? 

why won’t she take time for you? 

who has she been seeing? 

why can you only see her when the lights are dimmed and no one’s around?

“no, i care about you too.” she lets the smoke lift into the alleyway, barely noticeable under the dim lamppost. you hate the feeling inside of you, all consuming and suffering.

that’s all there is with chaeyoung, just suffering until you can’t hold onto it anymore.

“i understand.” you turn your feet, leaving the alleyway, feeling the pain sear through your chest, even the rain that’s been pouring feels like mist. 

she continues to blow smoke into the night, letting her eyes watch you as you round the corner. she stays there for a while.

--

“happy birthday to you! happy birthday to you!” jihyo continues to clap for you, her eyes on the sparkling cake that you’re holding and you smile at her. your lovely leader who will always try her best to make your birthdays the most memorable.

her voice drowns out as you stare at chaeyoung and mina, shoulders brushing and soft giggles, hands brushing each other. your grip on the cake loosens, and jeongyeon rushes to grab it before it falls, playfully scolding you.

but you can’t do it, you can’t be happy here, you love these girls, and are in love with one in particular. one that doesn’t talk to you anymore.

it’s like, it’s like you’re invisible to her.

turned into a person just watching her pass by. how isolating it is to be in the same group but feel so unseen.

in the same person is someone who won’t give you the time of day, pushing your needs aside for her own. but will shower in the other’s girls affection.

you can feel a rift starting the form, staff are asking around. beating around the bush of the sudden distance between you and chaeyoung. 

official photos with you and chae on opposite ends or always separated by a member. you try not to look at her as much anymore, knowing she doesn’t even take a second to look at you.

nights in showers staring at the tiles, letting the warmth of the water cover you much like she used too. a comfort you aren’t afforded anymore.

you never stay in the same room with only her, always protected by a third person, separated in the kitchen by counters or fridge doors. you start to feel like you need to physically protect your own heart. this ugly feeling growing vines.

but it’s not like she cares.

she doesn’t bat an eye at the sudden change, she lives her life just the same. days spent outside with friends, laughing in green rooms loudly. doing tiktok challenges with other members, still smoking out her window as night when you catch the signature scent. and maybe that’s the truth, you were never as important to her as you assumed.

did you ask for too much? 

were you just a warm body to her?

you spend days removing her imprint from your room. collecting all the small art and her music laying around, shoving them into corners of your room. much like she shoved them into the corners of your mind.

you shove them all into a bag, and drop it at her door. leaving down the hall back to your own room. trying your best to hug yourself all alone.

it’s not like she would notice.

the bag’s gone the next morning, a simple “thank you” message from your phone lighting up. 

you don’t reply.

--

“you like chaeyoung.” tzuyu’s eyes are staring down your wounded heart, one that you’ve tried to keep in bandages, preventing it from bleeding further. but tzuyu, quiet and observant tzuyu, always notices what’s hidden.

“yeah?” you take another swig of the hard liquor, letting it settle in your mouth. the burning sensation feeling lighter than the weight of the past week or so. “what makes you say that?”

tzuyu grabs a napkin, handing it to you. you wipe the corners of your mouth harshly. tzuyu thinks you look absolutely like a train wreck. the flushed skin, stumbling feet, and unkempt hair. 

“the way you look at her like you’re in pain. it’s obvious.”

you just laugh. 

it’s all such a shame you chose chaeyoung.

such a shame, you with your never ending affection, one that even rivaled sana’s physical touchiness. people used to think that you and sana were like two twins, showering your love on the other members. 

until recently, there’s been a distinct quietness with you now. 

seeking refuge in your own head, clouded by thoughts of confusion and curiosity. some nights at the dorm, you just stare. 

stare into the distance, replaying memories like an old film. wondering if everything was simply a memory or a dream. 

is it even worth the fighting? 

is that the only time she’ll be passionate?

only when you corner her, after she leaves you again, does she ever seem to care. you can’t lose her, you can’t lose the spot that you’ve fought so hard to keep.

you smoke to cloud your senses in her, a familiar scent that hung in the air. one that no longer exists, so you smoke the feelings of love to resurface. like a past drug.

“hey? you okay?” tzuyu scoots closer, placing a hand on your shoulder. 

why won’t this feeling of pain end?

you want her forever and ever.

“no.” you fall forward, head into your hands. a sob erupting in your body, choked feelings coming out in sobs. you begin to shake in tzuyu’s arms. you’re glad only tzuyu is here right now. 

-- “why did you do it?” chaeyoung pours herself another shot. downing it as you both stare at each other across the dining table. 

like a drug you can’t quit, she called you last night. only to be followed by an empty bed the next morning. you find her smoking out back.

“do what?” she puts the glass down, letting the burn run down.

“why do you keep calling me?” 

another shot.

you grab the shot glass, her eyes going wide. “tell me.”

“because, you’re there.” she says, tossing her feet up.

“that’s it? that’s all i am? just there?” she doesn’t move.

all those compliments about how beautiful you are, how glad she is that you two are so close, how she cherishes you like no other.

who else has she said these words to? 

who’s heart has she captured that’s not you?

“is it mina?” you ask.

she shakes her head no. “there’s no one.”

“but i’m just there.” you comment.

there’s no one else, you’re just there.

you aren’t even the someone else.

you are just there.

--

a/n: wrote this for @nr1chaedickrider, all the angst for you darling <33. stay safe and stay healthy everyone!

[lisanamjoon]

CHAEYOUNG ♡ TWICE | SET ME FREE | 2023 ♡

[sanarkeo]

your body’s speaking my language

chaeyoung has a bit of a god complex and lights up some candles for valentine’s day.

alternatively: she grants you freedom in the form of a restraint. dom!chaeyoung x f!10th member of twice!reader - wax play - praise & degradation - bondage - exhibitionism (again, yes! 😇) - edging -  branding sorta kinda - chae with the strap in a tokyo love hotel - religious themes - this reaching 5k words ouuu...

happy belated valentines day to @nr1chaedickrider and every other chaeyoung lover out there <3

chaeyoung doesn’t know this, but you have frequent dreams of the same exact scene. the most recent, hazy permutation had you looking through stained glass cut to no holy figure, and onto yourself kowtowing to a woman in the church you haven’t visited in ages. your perspective shifts midway, and your breath is stolen from your lungs the moment you lay eyes on her.

and it is corporeal, the sting of scraped knees against herringbone floor, flowing white rayon restricting skin meant to be bare. it is divine, to look up upon her, sitting cross-legged on a pew, a smile that reaches her eyes and the baring of canines, multicolor light reflecting off them like jewels.

this is beauty reserved for sightings and yet here she is. her touch is salvation and her lips pressed against your forehead is resurrection. at last, she is encircled by blinding sunlight, the deep brown of her eyes being the last to fade to white.

what chaeyoung does know is that once in a while, in the middle of the night, you’re heaving, hands anxious for something to hold onto, eyelids screwed shut. and she brings you into her embrace, more often than not subconsciously, and mutters sounds, her hot breath tickling the tips of your ears.

when you are awake enough to grasp what’s happening, and grieve the dream that’s slipped away, sometimes you weep. that someone like her is real and has her arm draped over your hip. it breaks you.

it half-explains why you squat down as you hand the girl - now tucking sunglasses into her seat-back pocket - your underwear in an airsickness bag. chaeyoung receives it in her expectant hands and leisurely opens her purse to slot the folded bag in. she’s still for a second, looking at you like she has something to say, the corners of her mouth twitching slightly.

instead, she slides forward in her seat and tilts her head to give you a kiss. as she pulls away, you can see the reflection of the plane window in her irises. you take in how the oranges and blues courtesy of the altitude shade her tattoos.

“sit down, babe,” she says with a knowing glance, before taking her phone out and swiping through notifications.

even if everyone else can’t see, you feel your nudity under loose cream trousers. shuffling back to your seat, you have half a mind to cover yourself with a blanket and satisfy yourself. you recline and jerk in your seat, if anything to get some friction going. chaeyoung notices this in her periphery and holds your wrist, her pointer tapping on the back of your hand with a calculated rhythm.

“okay,” you squeak, and it sounds like an apology.

“I got a surprise for you when we reach shinjuku. you can wait a bit longer, right?" chaeyoung asks, raising an eyebrow. you nod and she hums. “thank you. you’re being so good for me today.”

you smile, giddy at the praise, and scratch your reddening cheek. it’s like she’s put you in a trance ever since she knocked twice and slid open the privacy screen to regard you with a shaded expression and a singular request. it’d all been automatic; from when you unbuckled your seatbelt to leave for the lavatory to when you stumbled just trying to get your panties off as quickly as possible, not a single hesitation kept you from flowing from one action to the next. 

“is this… for valentine’s day?” 

chaeyoung taps her nose but pulls her headphones out to shut you up. you’d known something was up when the girl became dismissive every time you brought up valentine’s day, and more so when she messaged about tickets to haneda for you two to arrive in japan a few days before the group was even scheduled to be there. 

as soon as the seatbelt sign lights up, chaeyoung grips your forearm and lets out a light whimper. after the plane lands safely on the runway, and as the people around you two rush to get their carry-ons, chaeyoung slides her fingers down your arm to intertwine them in yours. she brings your hand up and leaves lipstick on your knuckles.

she’s a bit of a scaredy cat on airplanes but when she takes your hand and leads you to the cab, a swarm of fans and flashing lights trailing behind you, you follow without a word. 

-

the music is so loud you sense the bassline thump through your chest, and as the saxophone screams you feel your fingertips buzz against the condensation of your highball glass. you’ve always wanted to come here - a charming little bar in a basement rumored to have been a brothel decades ago. a post-industrial but amber-lit haven for live music. the kind of crowd who won’t care who either of you are, with their swaying silhouettes and muffled conversations drowning under free jazz. chaeyoung and you are caught in the middle of their current with a perfect sliver of privacy.  

“how’d you know about this place?” you swirl your glass around before taking one last gulp of the cocktail. ice pressed up on teeth sends a shock through your gums.

“i’d be a terrible girlfriend if i forgot about you mentioning this.”

you shake your head: “no that was ages ago, like, even before-“

“so? you know i’ve been fucking obsessed with you ever since our debut.”

you dig up a blurry memory of legs crossed on a cramped dorm bedroom floor, the scent of nail polish and a commotion of giggles and joke-threats, and remember how hard your heart pounded opening up to girls older than you about something so niche and uninteresting. it isn’t the sound of her that you can recall - it’s a vignette of a set of plump lips with a mole set under it, a little to the side, mouthing: “i’d like to go there too.” 

the pianist’s solo is sprightly and with every note that blooms, a sense of anticipation grows in you. you look across the checkerboard table, past wine red pillar candles, and find chaeyoung’s unwavering focus on you. with each tap of her thumb on a cheek bathed in plum-colored light, the ivies snaking her silver ring twinkle. the music shifts with the reintroduction of smoky cymbals and a staccato rhythm. 

it’s not that chaeyoung looks incredibly different now, nearly a decade on. her unbleached, jet black hair and doe eyes let you easily picture the girl you sometimes saw as a trainee, walking past you in the corridor or being aspirationally whispered about with friends. but when your eyes flitter down to her lips, you decide the shape of them has changed together with the entire idea of the woman, somewhere along the way. 

for so many years you’ve only observed them. they were full and pinkish and a dimple forms right by them whenever she smiles. at one point, you used to envy her, innocently thinking about how unfair it was that fans could fall in love through a single laugh. one night many years back, as you watched the reflections of the night in the han river, you played with the idea that your heart could be hers too, if only in another universe. any bitterness leaves your palate when she leans over and closes her eyes. 

you love her new lipgloss. it’s slippery and tastes like summer berries. 

your shoulders heave now, and all these new associations now cross your mind. how warm her lips felt pressed onto the side of your head while you bawled in her arms, fearing the unknown and yet fearing knowing. how orange they looked under the sunset that summer she brought you to her relative’s farmhouse, so telling of their experience after she’d convinced you that maybe kissing wasn’t all that bad if you didn’t kiss men (and kissed her instead). 

you’re distracted by how they form an ‘o’ as chaeyoung lifts a candle off the table and blows it out. a trail of smoke is sucked into the air and dissipates above her head. you remember the heat radiating from her mouth when she licked the tears that streamed down your face after the first time she made you cum. you recall how aggressively red and swollen they can get, with the image of her biting down on a leather whip after she’d marked your skin for an achingly long period of time. 

she swirls the hot wax in the indent for a while then seizes your wrist, her thumb heavy on your pulse point. she flips your arm and drips molten red along the back of your hand. her teeth look severe in this bluish light. there’s a fire behind her eyes. you yelp and jerk to snatch your hand back, but she doesn’t relent, shushing you and immediately dropping the candle, letting it rock to a halt. a couple pairs of eyes shift to look in your direction.

“chae…” you let out, and wonder if it sounds more like a cry or a moan.

“oops.”

chaeyoung gingerly picks off each matte bead and flicks them over at her neglected bottle. there’s the lightest dotted line of discoloration that she slides her lips across when she holds your hand up. it stings even more now, and your tongue gets lodged in your throat. closing your eyes, you silently mourn the loss of all that sensitivity you had on the ride to the hotel. you regret being so sensible when she led you to the restroom of the hotel lobby, and let you know you had her permission to put your underwear back on. 

“i hope you’re not already dripping wet from that,” she says, cleaning her fingertips with a napkin and turning to grab her coat. 

you wonder if she gets off on making you feel so insanely aware of your arousal. you don’t think you’re wet, but you’re pressing your thighs together and gripping at the fabric of your pants. 

“i’m not.”

chaeyoung gets up off the stool and slips into her navy blue trench coat that’s a size or two too big. she raises her eyebrows at you and knees the chair back in. 

“whatever you say, babe,” she murmurs, her voice low and husky. 

she shrugs and burns you with a stare before turning on her heels to leave. you scramble to get your jacket on, nearly forgetting your clutch as you rush to follow her up the stairs. the music diminishes behind you and you strain your neck to find familiarity in her, but you’re greeted by a kaleidoscope of colors and lovesick couples letting loose in the streets. her small frame and stature make it all too easy for her to be lost in a crowd. the air hangs thick as you journey down the maze of bars and restaurants and you curse yourself for not paying enough attention in those japanese lessons. 

then, you spot her, twirls of hair softening the sharp, piercing lines of her face. as soon as you pause to take a breath, chaeyoung’s fingers close around your wrist and she wrenches you into movement. she navigates and guides you through alleys with her hallmark assuredness. once you reach a dead end, she slows and turns to you. between shuttered shops, standing on the prismatic sheen of damp asphalt, she lets you go. her skin is porcelain under the light from a distant streetlamp and the depth of her eyes, now cinnamon brown, remind you of the first time you confessed to her. 

it’s like she senses your wonder, because she takes you by the waist and pushes you against the concrete brick wall. your heels scrape along the road and droplets of water hit your ankles. chaeyoung’s angling her chin up, her eyes gazing down upon you like you’re nothing to her light. she unzips your jacket and pushes up your top and your bra. your hardened nipples hit the cold air and the breeze that settles on your skin causes the hair on your back to stand on end. she scans your body, choosing to pay no mind to your tits, nor to your wanting mouth.

you look to her, eyelids trembling, and state the obvious: “chaeng, someone’s gonna see us.” 

“who cares? i’m having you wherever i want you,” she snaps and rolls her eyes.

she slides her hand into your pants, her touch slightly clumsy, her fingertips cold against the dip of your hip. then, she parts your legs and presses onto a particularly sensitive spot on your inner thigh. the pad of chaeyoung’s thumb grazes against the slightest series of bumps in your skin and you swear you can picture it from candid photos and images framed in mirrors. it’s visceral, the memory of the searing pain of needles punching into your skin, injecting ink into you for good. 

chaeyoung is softer, gentler now than she was then. for one, her nails aren’t sinking into your other thigh like claws into prey. you remember the crazed expression locked in her eyes when she grit her teeth and drove the tattoo machine to trace the outline of a strawberry you’d drawn on a transfer sheet. you were glad the alcohol worked as a mild anesthetic when it happened but it made you bend over a toilet bowl that night when the post-adrenaline fear and pain hit and you puked your guts out. 

“you’re mine, remember? anywhere, everywhere-”

you can’t stand the distance between her hand and your cunt, so when fingers reach your clit, a raspy sigh leaves your lips. she massages it with perfect pressure before sliding a finger along your folds, lowering it momentarily into your slit. 

“you’re right. you’re not wet enough,” she tugs her hand out of your pants and brings it up to spit on her fingers. you’re not capable of coherent thought right now, any witty response will come out as a series of stammers. her hand disappears again and two slick fingers plunge into your hole. 

“f-fuck, oh my god,” you whine.

her tongue slips out between her teeth the same way it does when she’s focused on writing lyrics. she’s said that every song she’d written had been about you and you believe her by the way she hits and presses against every sob-inducing stretch of your walls. even with her slow thrusts, your moans get so loud you’re worried someone might hear. 

“you feel so good, so, so good in me a-ah fuck!”

“you’re so fucking cute.” she squeals at the little whimpers that escape your mouth. you start panting and she tips her head, licking and sucking on your tongue. “yeah? is my perfect girl drooling for me?” 

she quickens her pace and absolutely buries her digits in you and you groan, throwing your head back at how she fills you. but in the midst of this impatient intimacy, footsteps, a group of them, echo in the background, coming closer to both of you. removing her hand from your cheek, chaeyoung grabs the lapel of her coat and conceals your body. with a sharp turn of her head, a narrowed gaze dissects the scene behind her. 

“salarymen,” she huffed, pivoting to lock eyes with you again. “they’re all drunk as shit, they won’t remember this.”

you don’t know if it’s the cold or how magical it feels to have chaeyoung’s fingers fill your pussy once more, but you’re delirious and the thought of strangers seeing chaeyoung fuck you senseless in a grimy alleyway drives you wild. you buck into her fingers and her cold ring stings against your clit.

“i’m gonna- i’m-”

“oh you’re cumming soon?” she nods and moves closer, her nose pressed on your cheek, her breath hot on your neck. “my sweetness is cumming soon?” 

“chae!” you go off on a succession of curses, each word laced with disbelief as she pulls her fingers out of you. you dig your nails into her shoulders and try to shake her, but she pushes her shoulders hard up against you. she licks your juices off her fingers, savors the taste of it, and you watch her swallow, the eye contact constant and unnerving. your lip quivers and you shield your face with your hands, head still reeling over your denied orgasm. 

“still not wet?” she chuckles and pulls out her phone to snap a picture of you, reddened cheeks and messy hair, your tits still exposed. the flash blinds you more than it should. 

“public whore.”

-

“tmi? i had udon tonight~”

being an idol necessitates acting. you hadn’t expected this part of the gig when you’d first auditioned as this naive, bumbling thing, but found repressing emotions and shelling out little white lies as second nature to you. news sites and forums brand you as polite, nearly to a fault, not knowing how much practice you’ve gotten suppressing any negativity. but keeping quiet at family dinners and forcing high-pitched laughter on tv shows chips away at you. feigning obedience in a sea of believers, arms constricted in periwinkle sleeves, ground you down to a paste. 

“no, no, i can’t give any spoilers for the next comeback,” you huff, pouting for the camera. 

this - nonchalantly responding to comments and recounting a day that never happened as a bullet vibe hums in your hole - feels nothing like that. it’s a show you’re putting on with your favorite audience and favorite performer. and she stares you down from the other side of the hotel room as she adjusts the straps of her bra. the blood red floral lace of her two-piece complements the expanse of watercolors and scribbles etched into her body. you swapped imagining sheep for counting tattoos in the dim of the night when she’s passed out right beside you. 

chaeyoung is delicate and rough and terrene. but you’re looking at her too intently and she clicks her tongue, picking up her phone to drag a slider button a little to the right. the vibrations ramp up and you start to sway back and forth. you feel yourself leaking even more now into the blanket that’s covering your bare legs. 

“a-ah- it’s getting quite late now…” you’re fumbling with your phone, tapping the back of it to mask the muffled but noticeably louder buzzing. “maybe i should go to bed?” your eyes dart to chaeyoung and she blinks at you, unfazed. the golden glow emanating from floor lamps and tapered candles light her hauntingly. her apparition is breathtaking and distracting and your finger hovers over the x on your screen because the need to kneel before her now is painful. 

“what? don’t go, we’ll miss you?” you giggle at the message but you feel this tension build inside. and your walls clench around this tiny little thing buried shallow in you, the slightest movement away from coming out covered in your juices. you wonder if anyone can tell how hot and bothered you are, or if they knew you only had a shirt on. 

you purse your lips and feel your heart swell just seeing her folding her clothes and dropping the pile into a suitcase on the floor. you didn’t even know how that got there. she whips her head up to look at you, her countenance still inscrutable. 

“i’m sorry, i h-have to,” you apologize, half to your fans, half to chaeyoung. you adjust your position, the vibrations now reaching your clit.  “i have to go.”

there’s always an element of suspense that builds in you whenever chaeyoung controls you like this. it makes you want to keel over when there’s too much of anything going on around you. you felt understood as soon as you stepped into this unassuming building and saw how plain and normal the room looked, sans a pale yellow carry-on and a st. andrews cross. 

“don’t worry baby, we’ll get to that later,” she had said just after walking in, looking over her shoulder as she plopped onto the pristine bed. thinking about that now, you squirm.

they can’t understand. you suppose no one can get your relationship til they’re changed by her the way you have been. her words are apocalypse and you’d waited your whole life to bear witness to someone who can make you sober. how she slapped sense into you the same day you turned twenty, and how for the first time in a long time, in that same pitch black room, you let yourself be attracted to another girl. 

they can’t speak to the rush you got when you first gave her a peck on the cheek in public, can’t describe how you felt when she brought you to a park just before it closed to kiss you under towering oaks. won’t know the cramps you got from laughing too hard after they’d chased you out. they don’t know this isn’t your first time in a love hotel, can’t guess the number of times you’ve had to hide marks and bruises from everyone else. 

it’s paradoxical, how you find freedom and safety in her, but son chaeyoung’s a kind of contradiction. she’s frustrating yet patient, got a line of carrots tattooed when she was high but planned all year to get this amphibious monster cradled in a bed of spikes on her back. all you can ever be certain of is her care for you. she adores you to no end and it’s suffocating, the way she looks at you like you’re her love of the century. 

a notification pops up at the top of your screen - a message from your manager: “you don’t look well - are you okay? you should end the call before anyone gets worried.” 

“i’ve been lacking a bit of sleep recently so i’ll rest well now,” you reassure your viewers. “please don’t miss me too much? you can see all of us at the yokohama stadium in a few days.” a flurry of hearts and well wishes come in from the bottom of your screen and you wave at the camera before blowing a kiss.  

“bye everyone!”

after ending the live broadcast, you hurry to text your manager back, reminding her that next time you’ll give her more notice in advance of the lives, and yes, chaeyoung will take care of you because you’re definitely catching something. you look warm. your cheeks are flushed. of course you’re running a temperature, what else could it be? chaeyoung saunters to you, taking your phone and setting it down on the dresser. 

“you weren’t supposed to end it so soon. i barely even got started,” she rests a heavy hand on your shoulder and exhales. she doesn’t know what she’s talking about. the air that enters your lungs doesn’t have enough time to stay in there before it’s expelled. you hear the buzzing as loud as you hear her. you’re so close. 

“take off your shirt, go to the bed and spread your legs.” 

“yes, chae.” 

as you shuffle there, you feel your wetness between your thighs. you dispose of your top near the foot of the bed, get on and present yourself to her. she’s just standing there, back straight, arms to her sides, but it’s eerie and intimidating. there’s something animalistic in her eyes whenever she asks to observe you like this. her sight shifts between watching as the vibrator slowly slides out of you, and searing eye contact. your legs tense and you arch your back, the thought of chaeyoung making you cum without even touching you driving you so close to the edge. 

“it’s too early,” she grumbles, and takes a step to pull the vibrator out of you. the slightest, plainly intentional brush of her fingertips against your clit makes the loss more unbearable. “i think my favorite girl deserves a present first.” 

while chaeyoung switches it off, you bring your knees up to your chest and shudder. whimpering, you peek over at your girlfriend and find her gaze following the glistening trail of your fluids as they traverse sluggishly down her forearm. you shut your eyes for a bit, letting your heart rate slow but soon feel her weight dip into the side of the bed. chaeyoung combs through your hair and massages your temples while she pushes something matte against your arm. when you finally open your eyes again, you find a pastel pink box sitting beside you. 

“open it, princess. it’s for you.” 

the heat in your lap settles and you sniffle, tossing the crushed velvet ribbon aside to reveal a leather restraint. it is supple yet sturdy in your hands. just seeing your name embossed in gold on burgundy hide makes you light-headed. chaeyoung takes the restraint from your trembling hands and cocks her head up, wordlessly ordering you to stand. you rise to your feet with a practiced efficiency, turning around to face the only mirror in the room head-on. 

“my baby. you belong to me.” with the restraint in one hand, she fondles your breasts and buries her face into your neck. the leather scrapes your nipples and you let out a prolonged moan. “look at how much of a slut you are. you just want to be fucked, don’t you? controlled, like a doll.” 

“i do.” 

chaeyoung slips the collar around your neck and fastens it, the buckle resting a bit too snug. she tugs at the strip of leather connected to it, just to get a yelp out of you. your arms slide through pliable loops, followed by your wrists. and at last, she has you with your hands secured behind your back in an impossible grip, any struggle to set yourself free choking you at the same time. 

“my prettiest pet.” hooking a finger into the d-ring of your collar, chaeyoung drags you down to the ground then holds your head up. “you’re gonna be a good cum slut for me now, okay?”

a nervous giggle escapes your mouth and your mind races, eyes searching for some clue in the room. your lips naturally fall to a pout and raise your hand to settle it on her arm, your thumb rubbing into the constellation on her wrist. 

“kneel.” 

you nod, shoulders slumped, and adjust your weight to settle onto your knees. chaeyoung beams and rips her arm from you to collect a lit candle from the dresser. her rouge pink eyeshadow shimmers when she’s towering over you like this, the flickering light casting dancing shadows along her jawline. 

“open your mouth.”

she cups your chin in her hand and you can hear her getting choked up. the flame grows longer, burns more brightly, and you can just about peer over to see a pool of translucent white wax surrounding it. 

“stick your tongue out.” 

you extend your tongue and start to pant. your eyes flutter close when you see chaeyoung dip the candle down and cry out as you feel the first bead of wax land on your chest. she pours the wax indiscriminately over your torso, pinpricks of fire sparking goosebumps all over you, leaving uneven streaks and blobs of cream-white coating your tits and abs. you have this itch to get the wax off your nipples, but your hands are useless. it isn’t as hot as it’d been at the bar, but it singes and the heat spreads to your shoulders and down to your stomach. 

“i’ve always wished i could cum all over you like this,” she coos. through half-lidded eyes, the lamp light forms a halo around her. “wish i could make you walk the streets and let everyone know you’re taken.” 

“i’m all yours, chaeng.”

chaeyoung tilts her head and smirks as her fingers crawl into your mouth to pry it open. you feel her knuckles and joints against your teeth and gums, her nails digging into your cheek. your tongue wraps around her pointer and laps at it. 

“you want that so fucking bad don’t you? want to look so filthy for me?” her lips slowly curling into a smile, chaeyoung drizzles the hot wax over your cheeks, scorching your neck and your collarbones as they drip down. 

“fuck.”

to her, you look holy, defenseless, ruined. a waterfall of soy wax cooling and cracking on your skin. her favorite canvas in the world biting her lip at the stinging and tightness that constricts her chest. chaeyoung snaps out of her daze and blows the flame out. 

“get back on the bed. face down, ass up.” 

you hang your head low and fall onto the bed, no arms to brace your landing. with your chin digging into the pillow, you ram your knees into the mattress, forcing yourself up into chaeyoung’s favorite position. deep inhales and the lengthening of your spine keeps you sane waiting for her to get it over with and just fuck you. with your other lovers, this was your time to mentally prepare yourself and dissociate. with your exes, you’d lay still and draw imaginary circles on the ceiling as they entered you. with chaeyoung, every beat that her hands are off you is downright misery. 

“you just love taking time, don't you?” you snicker and score the material of your restraints with a nail. 

and suddenly your field of view is replaced by the darkness under a silky cloth, and a knot is tightened at the back of your head. you feel chaeyoung running her fingers through your hair before taking a fistful of it and jerking your head back. 

“trust me you’re gonna need time to prepare yourself” she jokes, slamming your head back down into the pillow.

the sound of straps being tightened and the clearing of a throat makes the blindfold more of a punishment. in your head, you’re going through all the toys chaeyoung keeps in that box under her bed. the bed creaks as she climbs on and you feel the bones of her knees hitting your calves. a hand wet from lube lands on your ass with a smack, the other guides the head of the toy to the entrance of your puffy, wet pussy. 

“did you get this wet from all the cum i gave you?” 

chaeyoung licks her upper lip as she holds the base of the toy, stroking your clit to your hole with its tip then slapping it against your cunt. you want to fold just from the sheer weight of it. she grabs hold of your waist and slides the entire length of it into you. you know you’ve never been stretched like this and you let a yell out in satisfaction. chaeyoung stills in you, letting you get used to its girth, how full it makes you feel, not knowing that you probably never will. she leans forward and presses her forehead onto your back. 

“take my strap, you fucking whore.” 

it’s carnal, ferocious, how she begins to thrust into you, all eight inches pumping in and out of your pussy. you suck air in through clenched teeth and sink your cheek deeper as your mind grows foggy. without fingers to grasp onto the bed sheets, you grip them between your molars and bite down hard. 

“rghhh- fuck!” 

whenever chaeyoung bottoms out in you, her fingers inch closer to youri stomach. she pushes down on your belly to feel the shape of the toy form then vanish, her grip getting even more possessive. 

“taking me so well.” she whines looking down at the base of the toy coated in your white slick. “so tight and creamy around me-”

it pains you to not see her as her toned abs flex with each thrust, not watch her intense gaze fizzle out and be replaced with something much more tender. 

“i need you,” you plead, but it’s muffled by the fabric.

chaeyoung pounds into you harder and deeper, and she abandons your waist to cling onto your restraint. as the friction builds and your yelps grow louder, she reins you in and pulls out to spit on the toy. then she slams it back into you and you cry out in pleasure. 

“oh my god, i f-fucking need you!” 

as you near your climax, every part of your body is pushed to hypersensitivity. the wax that peeled off your nipples rub against the sore buds every time she penetrates you. chaeyoung pins you down with her weight, the lace and heat of her chest melting into you, making your shoulder blades ache. your clit throbs and the walls of your cunt clamp around her strap. you swear it’s getting bigger, like it’s growing within you. 

“cum now,” she growls. 

chaeyoung drives down into you, fucking you into oblivion, when you feel a gush of ecastasy take over you. you spasm around her strap, milking it with your pussy, until she pulls out, making you fall back onto the bed. your thighs quiver and your toes curl while you flood the blindfold with tears. the aftershocks of it make your head spin and you whimper when you feel your girlfriend get off the bed. 

she pulls the cloth off your head and laughs at your bloodshot eyes. your eyes fall to the dildo right in front of you, and the sticky mess you made on it dripping down to the floor. seeing you take deep breaths and your drooping eyelids, chaeyoung holds you by your collar and awakens you with a slap. 

“not even close to being done with you, babe.” 

a fire reignites in chaeyoung’s eyes. she leads you to the cross and rushes to free your wrists from the restraint, letting the bulk of the leather hang from your neck. your wrists, now an angry red from the senseless fight you put up, taste freedom for not a second before they’re hoisted above you head and locked onto each corner of the cross. 

“i can’t do this…” your muscles scream with the memory of strain and you cry out as chaeyoung backs away from you to rest her legs on an armchair. “chaeng!” 

slowly, her hands reach behind her back and she unclasps her bra, revealing her tits to you. arching her back, she slides her panties down and discards both articles to the side with mild annoyance. 

“look pretty for me.” she spreads her legs, letting each one dangle over the sides of the armchair. as one hand reaches out for your phone on the nearby dresser, the other snakes down her abs to arrive at her clit. chaeyoung swipes to the camera and positions it to snap another picture of you, hung on a cross. the flash blinds you less than it did before. 

“like you always do.”

-

so i realized i got 600 notes on my first fic which is kinda crazy... thank yall so much 😭😭

[xiaoswrld]

[mocca-and-stars]

Public indecency

Son Chaeyoung x Park Jihyo x male reader

A friend calls you, after a long day working, he decided to call you to make a camp with her friend's, of course you are in the list, and some time later, you are already there, with some drinks and food, you wave him and start to socialize with everyone there, until you get closer to a interesting tanned girl, and a small one, they can't be who you think they are, that it's just a coincidence.

"Hey, you are?..." You asked to the girls, and your suspects start to getting confirmed, when you hear the tanned one respond "Park Jihyo", and short one "Son Chaeyoung", you started to talk and and socialize with them, they look pretty and elegant, you bring them drinks and food, you are trying to be cool with them, and you stop to think, "why?" You still talking while you think, you have no chances, they are idols, probably they will forget about your existance in the morning.

You still enjoying the weather, and the environment, you still serving them, but just like you do normally, after all they are persons, and they deserve to get treated like that.

You ignore the fact that they are idols to know them better, except that there is something you can't ignore, Jihyo when talks to you play with her hair, and Chaeyoung bite her down lip, while she is listening to you, you try to avoid your pathetic romatic situation, after some time, all the people there make a circle near to the bonfire, to play to the bottle game, your luck is shit, of course you didn't kiss neither of the idols presents there (more than just Jihyo and Chaeyoung), finally giving up and starting to get disappointed, you take your beer and go to seat to the forest, only with your flashlight and your phone in case of emergency.

Nobody noticed that you aren't there, and you relaxed, your vision is blurring a little bit, but you are consious enough to get sit and hear the people screaming and dancing with the loud music.

When you get bored you go for a non-alcoholic drink to get back to your place in the forest, but a little bit far this time, because of the music, you didn't notices someone was following you, Jihyo, and Chaeyoung both of them sitting with you.

Are you enjoying this? —Chaeyoung asked— I was... Thinking —You responded— But I'm getting fun —Both of them were in your vision field, until they start to whispering between them, and soon, Jihyo asked you something— Soon they will need some wood, let's look for some logs.

Soon you are walking with them, talking about their life, listening to the most unreal stories you could hear from a person, they are incredible, like... They almost doesn't look like people, when you can't see the lights of the party, you started to get worried, you take out your phone... But no signal.

"We need to go back" you said very worried, but Chaeyoung use his flashlight to point a rock path, making you feel relieved, but you questioned yourself "why we are so far away?", soon your cuestion was responded by Jihyo, pushing you against a tree, with Chaeyoung in your back, massaging your shoulders.

Chaeyoung start to explaining —you are handsome, and we are bored, we are tired of people treating us as goddesses or queens— And Jihyo continued —and you deserve a rest, so let us pay you for being a cool guy with us—.

Jihyo untied the buttons of your leather jacket, and start to touching your not so toned body, you were getting a little bit careless with your body because of the extra hours in the job.

After a quick check he took you to heaven, while Jihyo was kissing you, Chaeyoung take your phone and turned it off, the moon was the unique light in the place.

It was your first time with someone that good kissing, you even take the dare to grab Jihyo's Waist while you were kissing, making here release a very cute moan, making you notice she is very needy, you remembered even more that she is a human, not idol who she was in the scenarios.

You opened your eyes and you look Chaeyoung, licking her lips, then she pushed Jihyo, and you see a very sexy scene, they get a very sloppy and wet kiss.

Then both of them look at you, full of lust, they pushed you against the tree, Jihyo get on her knees, and Chaeyoung squatted, waiting for Jihyo, Chae look at you pouting.

Jihyo took down your pants, revealing your oversized hard cock, hearing multiple jokes of shy people with big dicks, and monster hide in the dark.

After the surprise, Jihyo start to slapping his face with your cock, scattering some of your precum on his face, and when she is ready, she putted half of you 13.5 inches cock, but she didn't get a single gag, surprising you, then Chae grabbed her neck, making her swallow the full length, making her choke, but Chae didn't leave her until she was crying, releasing her, falling in his own butt on the floor, starting to laugh.

Chae said "my turn" and quickly she grabbed your cock and compared it with his face, it was a little bit longer than his face, then she take out his tongue, and started to licking your balls, and your enormous cock was covering her, that was a great image that you will never forget, she was playing with your tip while she sucks your balls, you looked to the sky feeling in heaven, you still not believing that a fucking idol was sucking your cock.

When another round of precum go out, Chaeyoung started to sucking you, but in a very special way, it was like she was jerking you, and sucking at the same time, but she was only using her mouth, when Jihyo recovered from the choke, she get on her knees, and Chaeyoung make space for her, now both of them were sucking you, doing things that you wouldn't even imagine.

Things like jerk you with two hand, (one of each), suck interleaved, make each other choke and gag in your cock, pushing between them into deepthoath, and the most incredible thing? Both of them was edging you, not letting you cum at all, you feel like you was there for hours, but only 30 minutes passed, and you was in your limit, and Jihyo and Chae get up, starting to stripping, revealing a sexy cleavage, that got quickly removed, to show his underwear, to got quickly removed, and you decided to copy them, showing your full naked body to them, even with the cold weather, all of you are about to get heat.

You came back to a normal state and Jihyo put her enormous breasts around your cock, getting fun on Chae little ones, you got a laugh too, but she get closer to you and put one of them in your mouth, of course you started to sucking Chae little breasts.

After sometime of Jihyo doing an amazing titjob, Chae got in there, sucking the tip of your cock, until you reach your limit, and when you say to them, finally let you cum, and Chae take every single drop, not letting waste, she take it all, and then gets up, to show you, but instead of swallowing it, she started to kissing Jihyo, to share your big load, making you feel very excited, and hard again.

When they swallow it all, they show you, linking their hands, making you feel like your body it's floating in space.

Finally, they make get on the floor, using the clothes as bed, and you reached the glory and success in your life, Jihyo mounted you, she got down, and after a seconds of adjust your cock in her pussy, she finally mounted you, his experienced pussy swallow your entire shaft without a single hesitation, she was soft and warm, then she started to jump, mounting you, she was moaning and looking to the sky "it's my first time with something this big" she said, you was speechless, but she kissed you, your hand were looking a safe place, but Chae helped you, getting to her breasts, making Jihyo moan even louder, her nipple were hard rock, and while Jihyo was enjoying, Chae was touching herself, close enough, sitted in your leather jacket, some minutes passed, and Jihyo in top of you, got his hand on the floor, letting her being even more agressive, but something unexpected happened, Chae isn't anymore touching herself, and Jihyo was in the most wonderful and happy expression a woman can be, and you started to move your hips, you can't let her do all the work, and Chae appeared on her back suddenly, pushing her from the back, making you penetrate raw his ass, making her make a pain but pleasured scream.

Chae said "You have fun with my small tits? Now have fun~" in a malevolent tone, then she pushed Jihyo even more, almost three quarters of your length was in her ass, then she pushed the final section, making Jihyo cum, she make so many sounds, she got out, and she threw himself at your side, cumming thru the pain and pleasure, while she was resting a little, Chae taked care of you, mounting you in a very interesting wild way, we linked our fingers, but finally you decided to take control and get on top, making a missionary, you started to sucking and bitting his neck, then finally both of you cum, you filled a idol with your cum, and images of her getting pregnant comes to your mind, but you shaked your head, and kissed her, leaving her satisfied.

Jihyo got his legs together, and you maked her lay down, next to Chae she didn't stop you, so with your last effort, you put your cock between her ass cheeks, rubbing you between them, until you are hard again, using her ass again, pounding her from behind, Chae got in front of her, and Jihyo was licking the cum from her pussy, both of them was moaning, and groaning in pleasure, finally you bite Jihyo's shoulder and you cum on his tight ass, leaving a mark that she will never forget.

The three of you were naked in the floor, hugging when dawn starts to come, and then you start to dress, the girls do it to, except from her underwear, before you can ask why, both of them are in your pocket, and when you turn on your phone, you feel like you were the most lucky guy in the world, before of getting off your phone, Chae saved Jihyo and her own phone number.

"Call us 💋"

You were happy, maybe your shitty love situation was changing

To be continued...?

(sorry if there was an error, it's my first smut and eng it's not my first lenguage)

[airaibunny]

sana x reader - “finally” (“she's better” pt 2) (warnings: smut, angst, arguing, oral, fingering, scissoring[idk if there's a classier word], breast play, praise)

a/n: by popular request, here is the part two to "she's better." this took me so long, i didn't know what direction to take it in. hopefully you guys like the finished result! also, i didn’t include dom+indicators because it switches in the middle!

word count: 1.8k

you wake up to the feeling of warm sunlight on your face. after adjusting your eyes to the brightness, you notice sana is still in bed, hugging you as she sleeps. she would normally be gone by the time you wake up, but you’re glad she’s not.

last night was definitely different, it didn’t feel like the normal ‘just sex.’ you didn’t want to ask sana about it last night, it felt too soon. you’re hoping to talk to her about it today, maybe your relationship could become something more.

“good morning!”

you excitedly remark when you see sana is awake. you turn to hug her, burying your face in her chest.

“morning.”

she turns around, getting out of bed. you’re slightly taken aback by her response, but just brush it off because you’re both barely awake.

“so, last night was…new.”

she stretches, standing up and getting her clothes.

“mhm. i’m going to get ready, see you later.”

she gives you a half smile and walks outside. you sit in bed, confused at whatever just happened. she kissed you last night, she didn’t act like it was another causal hook-up, why was she suddenly being so cold?

you’d be lying if you said you weren’t somewhat angry at her right now, is she just playing with you?

you decide to just forget about it for now, maybe she’ll act differently later. for now, you just get ready for the day. with promotions finished, there’s not much to do until the end of your schedule, so you have the day off again.

you go outside to find everyone at the table, eating breakfast. you take a spot right next to sana, smiling at her. she halfheartedly smiles back and you lean in to whisper in her ear.

“what’s wrong?”

“nothing’s wrong.”

she joins in on the conversation at the table and completely forgets you’re there. why is she back to normal? you thought after last night she’d finally ask to be your girlfriend or at least confess her feelings for you, but maybe you got the wrong idea. maybe sana doesn’t like girls, you got too excited over nothing.

“hey, im sorry about the nayeon thing last night. we all talked about it when you went to your bedroom and realized we took it too far.”

chaeyoung puts her hand on your arm as she apologizes, you tell her it’s fine and everyone continues on with their discussion. you go back to thinking about sana, you genuinely can’t stop. why did she string you along like that? there’s no way she didn’t know what she was doing.

you sit through the rest of breakfast choking back tears. it’s really so foolish of you to be upset over this. sana hasn’t budged in months, why would that change now? as soon as everyone is done eating, you storm off to your room.

you stand there, silently crying and cursing yourself for getting your hopes up. you suddenly hear the door open and look back to see sana. you wipe your tears, putting your hands on your hips.

“hey.”

sana walks closer to you, noticing how red your face is. “hey. you okay?” she brushes your cheek with her finger and cups your face.

“yes. why’d you follow me?”

“well, you came into your room and it’s the middle of the day…”

you roll your eyes and take her hand off of your face. you can’t believe her right now.

“and what? that means i’m ready for you to fuck me?”

she stands silent for a second, looking puzzled “doesn’t it?” you huff in disbelief. “you’re unbelievable sana.”

she’s still staring at you quite baffled at whatever is happening. you’re growing angrier at the fact that she doesn’t immediately know why you’re acting like this.

“i don’t understand.” she crosses her arms, furrowing her eyebrows at you.

“of course you don’t, because i’m just a fun toy for you. you play with me when you’re bored, and ignore me when you’re not.” the words choke in your throat. you can feel yourself about to cry, but you can’t, you can’t show her how truly upset you are.

“what are you talking about? i thought we were both on the same page about this relationship.” your mouth opens in shock. “what relationship sana? we don’t have a relationship, you don’t want a relationship.” you feel a tear stream down your cheek and wipe it away.

“what? you’re the one who doesn’t want a relationship. you’ve never acted like you liked me in the slightest.”

sana walks closer to you. her eyes look glossy, like she’s about to cry.

“sana, when this started, you told me you didn’t like girls. you’re also not one for sticking around.”

“well, you said the same thing.” her eyes fill with tears, but she wipes them away before they fall down. “what was i supposed to say? ‘oh well, i do’ no, sana, i liked you. i still like you. i wanted to have something with you, and this was the only thing you were willing to give me.”

you’re sobbing as your speak, your voice breaking in between sentences. sana walks closer to you, holding your face in her hands. she lifts it up to kiss you, wiping away most of your tears.

“i’m sorry. i only said all of that because i didn’t know how you would react. i know that’s stupid, i should have told you how i really felt.” she kisses you again “i like you…“ she’s stops for second, thinking about her next words. “i love you, i love you so much.”

you hug her tightly, crying into her shirt for a few seconds.

finally.

after so many years being completely whipped for minatozaki sana, you finally know she feels the same way. you heart wants to jump out of your chest with excitement. she wasn’t stringing you along, she felt the same way you did! you were just both terrified of saying what you felt.

“sana, i love you too.”

you kiss again, it feels so much different than it before. it feels primal, you’re fully enveloped in her. the kiss quickly becomes something else, her hands travel to your sides, tugging at your shirt.

“let me show you how sorry i am.”

she whispers against your lips, pulling your shirt off your body. you pull off your shorts and underwear as well, you want her all over you. you try pulling her shirt off as well, but she grabs your hands.

“no, i want this to be all about you.”

“well, what i want is your tits. please.”

you look at her with a pout, she gives you a wicked smile while pulling her shirt off and tossing it aside. you immediately wrap your hands around her breasts, connecting your lips with hers at the same time. she guides you to the bed while still kissing you and pushes you down on it.

“what do you want me to do first?”

she bends down; leaving slow, wet kisses on your neck.

“go down on me, please?” she looks up, smiling. “whatever you want, princess.”

she moves lower, her lips hovering over your skin, letting you feel her breath all the way down. she stops at your dripping core, turning her face to kiss your thigh. you would normally beg her to stop teasing you, but not today. today, you want her to kiss every inch of you.

she continues kissing you, leaving bruises and bite marks with her mouth all over your thighs. you’re dripping onto the sheets at this point, your body aches for some sort of friction. luckily, she’s done teasing you for now. you feel her tongue drag across your folds and slap a hand over your mouth to cover your moans.

she giggles at your reaction and you bring your other hand to her hair. her tongue moves up and down your core, earning low moans from you. she wraps her lips around your clit and sucks on it, fuck she’s so good.

“sana, feels good. please don’t stop.”

you look down at her, delighting in how pretty she looks. she’s still doing the same thing with her tongue, but you can now feel her fingers on your heat. she runs them across your entrance before forcing them in, making you cry out in pleasure.

with the added stimulation, you can feel yourself on the edge already. her fingers curl inside you as her tongue circles around your clit, both in perfect synchrony.

“fuck, sana-“

you finish while moaning her name, your lower body twitching. once she finishes completely cleaning you and her fingers off, she comes up for a kiss.

“you taste so good, princess.”

she gives you an inebriating smirk, bending down to kiss you again. “what now?”

“let me ride you.”

she stops kissing you, widening her eyes in shock.

“huh?”

“you heard me, let me…ride you.”

you push her down on the bed beside you and pull down her shorts, straddling her without waiting for a definitive answer. you push your hair to the side, lowering yourself to her neck. you use your hands to play with her breasts while using your lips to mark her, you want everyone to know she’s yours now.

“lift your leg.”

you order, feeling a sudden rush from being so dominant. she complies, lifting one of her legs over yours. you lower yourself, letting your folds come in direct contact with hers. you both moan and sit still for a second, getting adjusted to the new feeling.

“ready?” you ask down at her and she nods, so you start moving your hips. sana is instantly a whimpering mess, and so are you. you twitch a bit every time your clits rub against each other, she feels amazing. you notice a tear fall down her cheek and you’re surprised at how much that turns you on.

looking down at her in such a vulnerable state is exhilarating. you never thought you’d enjoy this so much, but all you want is to hear is her moaning and whimpering for you, because of you.

“does that feel good?”

she nods and you speed up, making you both grow louder. you know the members are outside but you can barely think about anything but her.

you’re both very close, you can see how flushed she is and how quickly her tears are coming. “you’re so pretty.” you whisper against her skin as you bend down to kiss her chest.

you feel your body tensing, about to reach your high. sana does before you however, squeezing your thigh. her release is all you need to hear before you come completely undone. you slow down, panting as you try to calm yourself.

you stare down at sana, smiling to yourself. she notices your smile once she opens her eyes and asks “are we done?”

“not by a long shot, i want to see you cry more.”

[ratedfleur]

is it possible for you to do lesbian kpop nsfw links for twice?

nsfw x links | twice edition

🚫: links below contain 18+ content.

[link] you always get handsy when in bed with nayeon and we all know what that leads to.

[link] this is how jeongyeon likes to have you —underneath her, looking all pretty for her as she plunged her fingers into you.

[link] momo is one nasty little whore who loves to lap up your cum, liking how you tasted on her tongue when you’d cum on her mouth.

[link] sana always liked to have you on the table where she could have all of you so easily, all splayed out on the table as she pleased you.

[link] it was a new discovery when you found out you liked to be tied up so you asked jihyo who happily did it, tying you up whenever you asked for it.

[link] mina always liked to stream but she didn’t tell you what type of streams, but when told she needed to invite someone, she thought of you.

[link] dahyun wanted to look all pretty for her live so she got you and her dressed up in pretty and slutty pieces of lingerie.

[link] whenever chaeyoung was over, she would immediately get on her knees just to see your pussy up close as she rubbed and fingered you until your legs shook.

[link] tzuyu is your pretty girl who just likes to have her mouth latched on your nipples, licking and biting it as if she was your baby who lapped up your milk.

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[saiidahyunie]

my knife that's bounded by your love

witch!son chaeyoung x witchhunter!reader || angst, fluff || pt.2 here

synposis: you and the celestial witch you captured are forced to rely on each other in the harsh wilderness of the winter, and what comes after.

warnings: cursing ; blood ; violence ; suggestive content ; enemies to lovers ; attempted sexual assault (not by the reader though) ; posessive behavior

a/n: i threw this idea to @nr1chaedickrider in January and was motivated to finish this when the mood film of the with you-th mini album came out. :)

(this has been sitting in my drafts for the longest time now)

they were fast and fluid coming into the dead of night. 

chaeyoung is awoken to the snarling face of a man holding a knife shoved against the curve of her throat. she chokes a scream as the man buries a hand into her hair, dragging her out of bed. he’s spitting nonsense in a string of curses, calling her the bride’s demon, a whore, it was all in a flash but she could only focus on the terrified shrieking of her sisters outside. 

adrenaline is coursing through her veins, but all it could afford is her hyper-vigilance and panic. she stumbles along the ground like a newborn calf getting the first whiffs of the new air as the hunter opens the door and tosses her out into the cold. 

and then she sees the blood. 

the visible stark red stained on the blanket of pure white snow. the fair skin of her sister’s throat slashed through, pooling ruddy around her prone body. another one lies right beside her, face frozen in abject horror, an arrow sunk deep in the center of her chest. both were dead. 

dead. 

chaeyoung is consumed with pure rage, nearly blinding all thoughts as she twists around, senselessly as the blade cuts into her flesh, snapping her teeth at the man’s neck. the man snarls, whipping her head around by her hair, but as much as her vision swims, she doesn’t relent. wrapping her cold hands around his tense wrist and whispers an incantation, grinning while the man yanks his hand away with an agonizing scream, skin blistering through and puncturing hot, blood boiling just beneath, but her victory was only for a few moments. another hunter flanks from behind and kicks her knee out. chaeyoung collapses to the snow with a prolonged mixture of a groan and hiss, her woolen nightgown soaked through. 

her entire village had been razed to the ground, burned to a charred, cracking crips. the small wooden houses were nothing but ashy remains. her sisters all piled to form a large puddle swaddling in their own blood, their eyes empty of life and glazed over like a glass doll’s. screams echo around her in a grisly chorus, breaking through the air in all of its horror.

chaeyoung stifles a wince as a broad hand sinks into her hair and heaves her upward, shutting her eyes when the edge of the knife finds her exposed throat, unwilling to face her murderer, to give the hunter’s satisfaction of witnessing her fear.

“you deserve this,” the hunter whispers to her, their pungent, rancid breath warming the outer shell of her ear. “for trading your soul.” 

pressing the blade deeper, inciting a motion across, she holds her breath, lungs contracting, anticipating the rush of hot blood followed by the pain, before another voice, low with an ear-piercing command, asks, “what do you think you’re doing?” 

the hunter backs off immediately, and chaeyoung crumples back onto her hands and knees, panting hoarsely while clutching her neck. she glances up, noticing a pair of heavy yet sleek, black boots. her eyes lift upwards, trailing over woolen trousers and a dark brown, fur-lined coat, before lingering on a simple silver cross dangling from her neck.

the antithesis of her kind. witch-hunters. 

despite her vision being blurred, she finds your face. you’re nothing but with all harsh, rigid angles and sun-kissed skin, your slick hair and your lips chapped pink, the eyes were emotionless and burned like ice. you stare down at her, expression scornful, and lift your sword to her cheekbone. in a firm press, the blade sinks beneath her skin, blood beading against the cold steel; chaeyoung viciously bites her tongue, choking with a pained whimper. 

you then slid the flat of her sword beneath her chin, lifting her head again, turning it side to side to side and to side, examining her. 

she won’t touch me, chaeyoung realizes once the agony fades from her mind. she knows better. 

“is she the last one?” 

“uh.” vaguely, she notices the two other hunters glance at each other. “we’re not actually sure.” 

“do you idiots at least remember the one’s you’ve killed?” you ask again, clearly annoyed.

“well.” the hunter purses their mouth in thought. “first, we got rid of the wise women.” 

chaeyoung’s eyes pop with astonishment. she nearly keels over at the sudden wave of grief bursting through her body. the wise women were the oldest witches in the village, and the most powerful. for them to be murdered so easily and quickly—

“then the younger ones. the, uh—” 

the children, she supplies. but she won’t call them that. 

“and we went through the rest. they weren’t particularly difficult to get rid of. this village was festering with small pests and decrepit beings. we didn’t even bother going through the bodies.” 

“the both of you are morons,” you growl, abruptly furious. she has blood splattered across her angular cheek and collar. “we always keep one for information on how to find the neighboring villages. how else do you think we find them?” 

“y/n, we–” 

“and yet, here you were, about to kill this one when you haven’t even bothered checking if there were any others left to replace her.” 

you gesture at chaeyoung without giving a sense of acknowledgement, almost as if she’s a runt. the other two hunters have the gall to appear daunted. 

“i’m sorry, y/n,” one of them says, dipping their head. “we didn’t think of that at the time.” 

“like you guys actually would think about that. fucking dumbasses.” you spit, rolling your eyes. for a moment, you look back as there was a quick urge to lecture them more, before spitting on the ground, shaking your head. you snap your fingers towards chaeyoung’s direction. 

“if you boneheads want to be useful, then bind her with some rope and start bringing her back to camp. we’ll find some post to tie her until we can properly interrogate her.” 

so she’s the leader, chaeyoung realizes, wide-eyed at the realization, as a doting pit deepens in her gut. she speaks with authority, expecting to be obeyed right away. and to her utter shock, she is. the two grab a thick layer of robe, twining it around her wrists and locking them in place. chaeyoung glances up at them, imagining the thought of how amazing it’ll feel to hear them scream once she sets their blood to a boil, once turing the flesh into instant ice with a simple touch before setting fire to the rest. the same way the hunters did to her sisters. the resolve was already set in stone for her.

but the hunter, oblivious to the plotting chaeyoung was devising, simply glances down to her feet. 

“how bout we get some shoes on her,” you scoff, motioning to turn away. “the last thing we need is for her to freeze to death before even reaching back to camp.” 

it had been at least a half hour walk back to their encampment, and by the time they forced her back to the ground and tied her wrists to the wooden post, she’s half-frozen. they had put on fur-lined boots over her feet as you requested, but refused to give her anything else to battle against the cold. chaeyoung’s lips were dark blue, fingertips nearly blackened from the frostbite she’s getting. if she were to stay like this for any longer, she’d develop hypothermia once dawn breaks again unless she can get warmer clothes or a better shelter. 

chaeyoung grist her teeth, jerking her wrists hard. the rope bites back into her delicate skin and fights the wince away from her mouth, throwing her head back against the wooden post. 

she needs her hands to use her magic. the hunters know that. it’s the only reason why they’ve tied her like this in the first place. 

chaeyoung then closes her hands, trying to mentally block out the cold, the sounds of the rambunctious laughter as the mixture of men and women cheer in celebration at the destruction of her whole livelihood. she needs to keep her head clear to think, but the adrenaline inside her fades away as the only thing in her mind was the thick, displeasing smell of blood and death, the bodies of her fallen sisters. disgusted by the image ingrained in her head, blinking out tears as she remembers the sight of their slit throats and dull eyes, tiny hands fisting the soft snow as knives were thrust into them relentlessly. 

choking down a sob, tucking into herself and bowing her head to her knees. the youngest among them had only just turned six—a girl by the name of diana. as they dragged her away, chaeyoung had accidentally stumbled over her body back then, eyes up toward the night sky, bile moving upwards to her throat when she notices present arrow behind her back. the two hunters had shoved her forward before she could vomit it out. 

i can’t die, chaeyoung thinks despairingly, turning her eyes up to the unforgiving heavens above. i have to kill them first.  

in front of her, chaeyoung can see two male hunters circle around a fire, bundled up in heavy cloaks and sucking something whilst in their leather layered skins, their cheeks flushing red. they’re drinking, she realizes in distaste . they just wiped out an entire village of sleeping women and children and they’re drinking. impossibly, her loathing for them grew even larger. 

“hey, witch!” 

she narrows her eyes, tensing up her muscles when she notices the pair of hunters get up from the surrounding campfire and trudge over to her. their fur collars are painted with dried blood, lips tugging to a victorious grin and their eyes voided with nothing as they rove over her. chaeyoung is unsure if they see her as any different or more valuable than the wooden post that she’s bound to. 

as the pair approach, one of them—the very same hunter who had held a blade to her throat just a little over an hour ago—nudges her leg with their boot and gwaffs when chaeyoung growls at them. not noticing her fear, and even if the hunter did, they were actually enjoying it. 

“she’s a lively one ain’t it?” the hunter says to their friend, head tilted before giving a mere casual observation–one that makes her shudder. “but pretty.” 

“pretty, yeah. i think if you tried touching her, though, she’d rip your hand off.” 

“like she can do anything if she’s tied up like this,” the hunter adds, squatting down to match chaeyoung’s position. making the move closer, hand slowly inching up her leg, their eyes starving. chaeyoung snarls at the hunter viciously and curls in on herself, shaking with much intensity that she’s vibrating against the post, but the hunters laugh at her trembling image. the other hunter next to the first one leans down to the opposite side of her and another approaches the pair, indulging with a hand to her stomach, and she holds back a sob, vision swimming with a sickness in her stomach. 

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” 

the sense of deja vu electrifies her when she notices you storm over and grip the other hunter by the neck. you throw them off, kicking their stomach once hitting the ground before your foot met their face again in quick succession. 

“are you three out of your goddamn minds?” you snarl again, kicking the hunter still on the ground. “did you not understand the message of not touching her before the interrogation that i need to repeat to you?!” 

“fuck off!” to her small satisfying relief, the other hunter at her side jumps to their feet, clearly outraged. “we were just trying to have a little bit of fun! who cares if a skeptic whore gets fucked before we eventually kill her!” 

you sneer an eye-piercing glare. “would it be compelling for you to fuck a pig instead?” 

chaeyoung’s mind reels at that, the cold pit swallowing her body and blood rushing to their areas more urgently. the reason was all apparent and she still couldn’t believe with her eyes, she is less than human to them. even worse, she was no better than an animal that finds it fun to roll around in their own shit.

still, the sniding remark seems to give the hunters a new sense to their actions, and without looking at her, one of the fellow hunters pulls the other to their feet. they all walk back to their log, heads down in defeat, leaving you and the leader in the frigid silence. 

when you turn back to face her, chaeyoung pointedly conceals her lingering distress and refuses to meet her eye, staring above her. 

you cock your head to the side with a tsk, “they didn’t give you a blanket to use didn’t they?” observing her. 

“was that not purposeful?” chaeyoung snorts. “i thought the endgame was having me killed.” 

“not yet.” and before she can even bring herself to process that derogatory statement, you reach up and loosen the clasp at your collar, shucking off the heavy jacket and dropping it carelessly to her lap. she flinches beneath the weight, stomach turning inside-out at the pungent odor of blood and sweat, her body heat was too enticing for her to ignore, so she doesn’t shove the coat off. 

chaeyoung sees you cross your arms. the absence of your large coat doesn’t negate the gravity of your stature. you still loomed over her, shoulders broad and legs long. nothing about you seems faltering nor weak. 

“you’re from dunchon, past the mountain range.” you say, studying her closely. 

chaeyoung scoffs. do you expect her to be impressed? 

“and you want me to assume that observation had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that you found my village in the mountains? that’s a clever deduction of information.” 

you shake your head again. “it’s your accent.” 

“and yours is from busan,” chaeyoung retorts. she recalls the very vague memories of her father. the way his mouth wreathes the syllables in a way that reminds her of him, although she diminishes the comparison as quickly as it forms, the notion now inconceivable; her father would never raise a weapon against their child. 

“so then your mother was a witch then? or maybe from your father’s bloodline?” 

“that’s none of your business.” 

“maybe the village elders took you in? you looked different compared to them.” 

“really? did you have a good look at their faces before or after you put your blades and arrows in them?” chaeyoung snaps back. 

your eyes flash with a wick of temperament before you lowered herself to her knees, grabbing her face. the small cut through her lips burning at her touch and the sudan proximity dives her heart to her stomach. 

“you happen to forget who i am witch,” you growled, voice lowly with a rumble. “i only kept you alive so that i can get information out of you, not out of some sudden change of heart. i could care less about killing you–” you then squeeze her jaw hard; a punctuated threat—”so when i ask you about something, i expect an answer for them.” 

chaeyoung scowls through your grip, cheeks pushed up high, tongue slurring her speech. “pigs. can’t. speak.” 

your growls again with incense, quickly rising back to your feet. scrubbing her hand down the fabric of your trousers before jabbing a finger at her. “i won’t waste my energy with you.” 

“then you have all the reason to kill me now,” chaeyoung spits again, glancing down at your long fingers, at the blood and gore that was embedded beneath your nails—and, my, isn’t that a rare sight? “you have big hands. you can snap my neck into two if you wanted to.” 

“oh, believe me, witch,” you say, eyes shining. “i’m dreaming of it.” 

you and chaeyoung glare into each other’s eyes in the fraught silence for several long, excruciating moments. chaeyoung’s heart rails painfully against the encapsulated walls of her chest, hackles raised as she watches your expression shift from murderous contempt to a more tortured resignation. you exhale deeply and pinch the bridge of your nose. “we’ll speak again tomorrow. and you will answer my questions. i don’t care what i’ll have to do to make you.” 

“is there any guarantee you can give me beforehand so that you won’t slice my throat immediately after you get what you need?” 

you send a smile to her that’s all teeth. “i guess that depends on what you give me.” 

without a parting glance, you turn on your heel and walk past the fire and into a large tent on the other side. chaeyoung glowers after you, burning with an indignation even as her body shivers from the chilling winds. in a brief moment, she contemplated throwing your cloak and kicking it to her bound hands so that she can set it ablaze under her fingertips; but that would be ridiculous, even she knows this. at this rate she’ll freeze from hypothermia sooner that she’ll die beneath your blade. she has to play the long game and prioritize her mind over her pride in any hope of surviving this. 

just then, another gust of an icy breeze rushes past, upsetting the flaps of the tent before settling a chill down to her marrow, shivering violently, instinctively ducking under your the furs of your cloak to shield herself from the cold, stifling down the urge of resentment for your inadvertent help. the acceptance of this felt way too piercing like the sting of betrayal. 

survival, chaeyoung desperately reminds herself. survival over your pride. the wise women had drilled this lesson into her head for years now. a witch does what she has to in order to survive. they are such a hunted class; it was the only way that they can protect themselves. 

she whispers this mantra to herself as the warmth from your cloak begins to pull her to sleep. survival over your pride. she almost starts to believe it. 

chaeyoung wakes up the the sound of shuffling, light steps against the powdery snow with a wet crunch the next morning.

she moans softly, eyes fluttering as she pushes herself upward to stretch her back, only to freeze at the sight of a large wolf pacing in front of her. it’s a frightful looking creature, an eye gouged out and it’s red teeth, a lonely fang peeking over its lips. pink saliva drops from it’s muzzle, blood coating it’s tongue and pale grey fur. behind it, the hunter who held a knife to her throat—touched her, called her pretty, a skeptic whore—lies on their back, eyes glazed over, blood burbling from his open mouth. 

their throat had been devoured through. 

she inhales sharply as she whips her head away, wild gaze darting around frantically until she spots the circle of prowling wolves at the campfire, snouts buried in the bodies of the four other hunters, half-eaten and choking in their own blood, fingers twitching and mouths moving reflexively screaming. some actually looked to still be alive. 

bile rose up from her stomach again, disgust trumping the venomous hatred. she’s stunned to realize that the sight of their violent demise does little to bring her any sense of relief, only horror. 

but the brown-eyed one. the thought storms through her like a jolt of electricity. the one they called y/n. where is she? 

she jerks forward like second nature, her raw wrists scraping against the coarse rope, but she doesn’t realize the sensation. her eyes scan the environment, seeking you out. maybe—

the sound of her struggling alerts the wolf in front of her. pausing before turing its giant head to her slowly and chaeyoung meets its glowing golden eye, feeling her blood run ice-cold. it steps closer, hackles raising, lips pulled up to reveal red teeth primed like daggers. she panics at the low growl that rumbles from its chest, yanking her wrists against the post with a renewed motivation. her range of motion is severely limited; she feels blood begin to smear around the rope as her flesh rips, but she doesn’t care. she can’t afford to think of anything but escaping. 

“come on!” she spits out, swallowing down a sob. “i am not dying like this! i refuse to!” 

the wolf snarls at her loud cursing, nipping away at the mountainous cloak, and chaeyoung jerks her wrists again, harder, only for the rope to cut deeper into her skin. she hisses through her gritted teeth as tears cling to her lashes, despair building up, clamping down like a vice around her throat. she peers up at the twinkling, merciless stars and whispers, “please.” 

and then—suddenly, fatefully—a large, black-gloved hand grasps the wolf by its long sound and slits its throat before it can even fight back. the wolf’s vicious snarl putters off into a pained yelp as it collapses onto the floor, hot blood turning the snow red. chaeyoung’s vile gaze darts upward to see you panting with exertion, crimson splatter across your face and clothes. a heavy weight lifts off her chest, light as air, that she wasn’t convinced that it was relief; she couldn’t call it anything else either. 

but then you step towards her, arms outstretched, daggers brandished and glinting red beneath the pale moonlight over you two. chaeyoung jerks, just as afraid as before. 

“get away from me!” she screams, struggling frantically. “if you touch me, i’ll–!” 

“you’ll what?!” you sneer, before ducking behind her. chaeyoung tenses, anticipating a stab in the back, but is surprised when she feels her binds loosen instead. the rope snaps, cut through, and she yanks her arms towards the front of her body. smeared blood covered her wrists, stark against her fair pale skin, and she smothers a wince as she rolls them, every motion sending shockwaves of pain stinging down her nervous system. she could barely feel her muscles. 

you move to her front, eyes catching her mutilated flesh. “you cut yourself.” 

“because you tied me up and i was trying to escape!” chaeyoung snaps, flustered. “that wolf was going to eat me and—and why did you kill it? y-you saved–”

“for the same reason why i killed all the other ones.” you gesture behind your shoulder, and her eyes widen spotting the slow-bleeding bodies, arrows lodged in their sides. she didn’t even notice it at all. 

you turn back, and it’s then that chaeyoung notices the dark, wet stretch of fabric over your shoulder, the puncture wounds of teeth marks against your exposed skin. she gasps loudly, surging towards you instinctively. “you’re wounded!” 

you grasp her hand, squeezing it tightly till the bone creaks. “don’t even think about touching me,” you snarl.

“you’ll bleed to death.” 

“and i’d rather die than be touched by your demon magic.” 

“it’s not demon magic!” chaeyoung argues, before narrowing her eyes, pressing closer. you tighten your grip again, but she isn’t fazed. she’s freezing cold and injured and she can’t move without feeling like needles poking beneath her skin, but all it does is solidify her resolve. survival over pride. 

“you need me,” chaeyoung says. “your hunters have been slaughtered, you’ve exterminated the closest thing we have to a nearby civilization only a couple hours ago, and you’ll die from either the cold or blood loss before you can find anyone else to help you. so let me.” 

you glare at her, brilliant eyes flashing with a hint of loathing. she can basically see your internal debate, and how your mind wrestles at the thought between throttling her to the ground or taking up on her offer. finally, and with a pointed squeeze, you drop chaeyoung’s wrist and sneer. “do what you need to do.” 

chaeyoung blinks, startled by your acquiescence, but reacts quickly. she settles her cold hand over the slope of your neck and closes her eyes, reaching inside herself for that shimmering pool of magic, as vital as the beat of her heart. her lips move, and beneath her palm, the skin on you starts to stitch together, healing the torn flesh underneath. the effort saps most of her energy and when she’s done, she limps over you, exhausted and freezing again. 

your chest heaves, in a surprise shock, gaze still on her with wide eyes. chaeyoung swallows tightly, voice croaking. 

“do you still plan to kill me now?” 

the silence stretches the air again, too long for comfort, but not enough to be anything stupefying. your hands find her shoulders, and you wrench her back, gazing down at her, everything about her was a big question mark, a debate in morality. chaeyoung’s surprised as well, then, when you stand up and tug her up with you. you grab your cloak, tucking it tight beneath chaeyoung’s chin, before swooping down and lifting her over your shoulder. chaeyoung grapples against you, stunned when she feels you place her hands around the nape of your neck. 

“i thought you were going to–” she gasps out. 

“are you so used to deceit that you actually expect that i’d kill you after you just saved my life?” 

chaeyoung blinks, shaking her head numbly. despite how predictable and simple minded you and your hunters were, she couldn’t make sense of you. “i-i thought you were going to. you wanted me dead.” 

“i still do want you dead,” you say easily, and it cuts into her scattered thoughts like a swift blade. “but then i decide. your death belongs to me. not to some rabid animal, and not to the cold.” 

yet, the cold is what is consuming the both of you now. dragging in her back down from the clouds of confusion and into the hellish earth with you. 

“then do it,” chaeyoung whispers dimly. 

you shift her into your arms, carrying her bridal style. “just you wait.” 

you were forced to stop not even an hour later when you see chaeyoung turning blue.

chaeyoung doesn’t know why, exactly; she stopped feeling the cold about half an hour ago, which he insists is a problem when she haltingly informs you later, a tongue a mere stone in her mouth and her voice slurring. 

you set her down against a tree when you see a small cave that will be good enough to keep you guys away from the harsh elements. chaeyoung watches you, dazed, eyelids heavy as you build a fire fast with just scattered pieces of dry wood and skinny sticks. once fanned to a successful height, you turn to her. 

“do you feel warmer now?” 

chaeyoung could barely move her lips. she wasn’t any warmer, but she wasn’t any colder either. her blood drifting along like ice in her veins, sluggish and thick. 

“are you ignoring me, witch?” you snap. she makes a reply, but your annoyed expression suddenly shifts, shuffling closer and leaning down to reach inside your cloak so that you can touch your hands. you seethe through your teeth at the temperature of her skin, your rough palms skating past her scarred wrists to rest on her upper arms. 

“you’re as cold as ice,” you mumble. “and you’re so stiff. you should be shivering like a newborn fawn.” 

chaeyoung moans softly, shifting her head against the tree as her lips purse, eyes getting heavier and heavier. a sinking drowsiness tempting her to sleep, but before she was able to closer her eyes, you swat her cheek lightly with your fingers, holding a stern expression. 

“stay awake. you have hypothermia,” you say, sliding your hands up and down chaeyoung’s numb legs. 

“i…could’ve told y-you…” 

“then why didn’t you say something to me before?” you snap with a frustration in your voice. chaeyoung notices that you’re a volatile person, your aura generous with an explosive punch. in the span of an hour, she loses track of the multitude of things she’s heard you condemn and curse at. 

“cause i’d rather the cold…kill me than you,” chaeyoung slurs out lazily. 

“that’s a bold lie. you’d rather kill me first.” you say as you pick her up again, setting her down on your lap in front of the fire. chaeyoung wants to resist this hold, revolted by the proximity, but the mantra of the village elders comes back to her mind again: survival over your pride. she barely has a choice to make in this. 

chaeyoung leans against you, allowing to tuck her face into your shoulder. your hands slide down to her boots, fingers dipping over the lining of fur, testing its viable warmth before rubbing them up and down her legs. when she begins to shiver violently, you drape the cloak around the both of you and blow hot air into her icy hands. chaeyoung mumbles nothing but complete gibberish against the curve of your neck, struggling to make sense of your actions and with irritants in her body’s appreciation of them. 

“w-why are you…doing this?” chaeyoung asks, forcing her stiff lips to move.

“doing what?” 

“keeping m-me warm. s-saving me f-from the wolf. is…it b-because you’re th-th-thankful?” 

“thankful?” you spit in disbelief. your motions going against chaeyoung’s shoulder in a jerked fashion, belying his wave of anger. “i could never feel gratitude towards a witch.” 

“then w-what?” 

“you said it first. we need each other to survive. i’d recommend you start worrying about your fate the second you suspect you’ve outlived your usefulness.” 

chaeyoung feels a resentment boiling in her chest, appalled by the objectifying language you spat out–-like she’s an elderly bloodhound she’ll have to take down—but it doesn’t surprise her either; you hardly even think she’s human. 

but despite the growing instinct to dismount herself from you and lose her battle to the elements, chaeyoung knows that you were right. that she is. the mountains in the dead of the winter weather was merciless for either of them to survive on their own. if she could grab the dagger from her belt and slit her throat right now, her thirst for revenge and vengeance might be sted, but her fate would already be sealed; she won’t last a week out in the cold without you.. 

a substantial part of herself almost didn’t care about it anymore, the satisfaction of her over your dead body would just be enough.

“get some sleep,” you whisper, oblivious to her internal conflict. “we’re gonna have a long day tomorrow.” 

everything inside chaeyoung rails to do the complete opposite, if only to displease the needs towards you, but she’s too exhausted to be defiant, and the fire and bumpy slide of your fingers against her skin felt nice. her head drops, slipping down to your chest and within minutes. she’s dozed off to sleep along with you. 

the next morning she wakes up in the cave, bundled up to her ears in both of their cloaks, positioned against the rocky wall. you squat in front of the fire, pacing away from the mouth of the cave. when you notice that chaeyoung’s awake, you pick up a rabbit leg and brush it against her nose. 

“can you move?” you ask burly, “are you any warmer?” 

chaeyoung blinks, surprised at the caring question. the offer, and wriggles around a little bit. she was pleased to find that her blood actually feels like normal blood again, and reaches out, taking the food from your hand. she turns the leg over curiously with lips pursed.

“don’t worry, it isn’t poisioned.” you scoff. 

“why should i believe you?” 

you then abruptly snatch her wrist. chaeyoung flinches, expecting your grip to tighten up, almost to break bone, but all you do is lean forward to take a bite out of her rabbit leg. your jaw works as you chew while leaning back, eyebrows raised as if to ask, there? is that what you wanted? 

chaeyoung couldn’t think of a proper response. dazed, she brings the food to her mouth. 

“if you can walk,” you say, as you eat. “we should start moving. i would like to make the most of the light that we have for today.” 

she swallows before asking, “for what?” 

“what do you mean, ‘for what?’ we’re stranded. we need to find some place other than here closer to the kingdom.” 

“and what happens after that? do we go our separate ways? or do we kill each other like civilized people?” 

you bare your teeth into a mean grin. “i suppose that depends on how i feel when that moment comes.” 

chaeyoung frowns, leaning against the wall, unmoved by your cruelty. under your cloak, she attempts to wiggle her toes, frustrated by the effort. “i still can’t walk,” she mumbles, ashamed, “not really at all. my limbs still feel too weak.” 

you shrug, gnawing on your own rabbit leg. “i’ll carry you.” 

“are you sure you’ll want to?” she snaps, looking at you. her fault, she thinks, self-pity morphing into indignation, depsisting you anew. it’s her fault. “you don’t want to chop my legs off first? just to make me an easier weight to lug around?” 

“choose your words wisely, witch,” you warn, eyes glittering with malice, the thrill of an enticing challenge, if only she’ll invite her to go that far. “if you tempt me with more exhilarating ideas like that, i might have to listen to you.” 

chaeyoung glowers darkly at you. a million insults running through her mind, each more rancid than the other, but he obvious revelment in her rage keeps her from speaking it. you had enough victories over her, she decides. 

instead, she turns away from you, gnawing a piece of the rabbit’s thigh into her mouth. 

the first day of ‘real’ traveling through the harsh tundra. nothing but back and forth of bursts of trudging through the snow. it was nothing but a chore for you to ensure that chaeyoung was arm, heating her up when needed, all that in between carrying her. that was the deal. she also notices how quickly susceptible to the cold that left you, the instinct to help you leaves her unsettled but all leaves a simple justification: survival your over pride. i still need her. 

two days pass and chaeyoung feels somewhat recovered. moving her body more and more idly and she’s able to walk farther distances without you having to sweep into your arms every time she cracks in the cold. it was already difficult as it is, food being scarce, the winds pinching away at the skin. the both of you realize the condition that you’re in and she’s the first one to bring it up. 

“we’re lost aren’t we.” 

you stop, the ground breaking under your feet. already, she can sense the annoyance. “what?” 

“we’re lost,” she says again, looking around with an arm flared out, “we’ve passed this tree five times now.” 

you face her irritably, “i know how to move around these woods. we’re fine.” 

“you’re so unbearably blind.” chaeyoung protests, “have you forgotten that we’re stranded on a mountain, and in the middle of nowhere? we don’t have clothes, no shelter, and we can’t even scrape up food up for–” 

“i’m a fucking hunter!” 

“well you can’t hunt now! the animals around here are hibernating! the only reason that we’re still alive is that we’ve been lucky to not die yet!” 

“no.” you walk over to chaeyoung, up close. she could see the snowflakes petering over your long hair. “we’re only alive because of me. i was the one who lit the fire. i hunted for food. and i was the one who found the cave.” 

“and if we both die it’ll be because of you.” the wind blows against them, hair whipping up shivering, ducking into you reflexively as the sole shield radiating body and warmth. you oblige easily, raising a hand to cover chaeyoung’s face from the chill. the hypothermia was becoming more apparent, you both needed to depend on each other. 

“okay,” your voice rumbling against her cheek, “i’ll find us something soon, hopefully.” 

chaeyoung doesn’t thank you however, the shame was over her head greatly. you step away to start walking and she follows along just after. 

it had already turned to dusk when the two of you stumbled at a cabin. the blizzard was already hindering your vision, you drag chaeyoung by the wrist, heaving all that you could despite how slowly she was moving. 

in a wave of positive relief, the door wasn’t bolted down and the knob easily surrendered to your grip. shifting chaeyoung to a bridal carry as you walk past the door frame, she slumps alonsgide your chest, stars in her eyes spotting the large bed with a steep pile of fur blankets and a fireplace. 

“god,” chaeyoung sighs out with a smile tugging her lips. “w-we might actually s-s-s-survive this.” 

you drop chaeyoung to the ground suddenly, a startled yelp as she steadies herself on her feet, still weak.

“you had to remind me that you’re a skeptic just like that.” you mutter, pushing behind her. 

chaeyoung primes a scowl amidst the passing thought of you forgetting and asks cooly, “d-did i offend your high sens-s-siblities?” 

“you’re funny.” you snort kneeling at the fireplace, fingers trembling as you attempt to get a fire starting. 

“you m-m-might have h-hyopthermia,” she says.

“and if i do, then you do too. it seems my cloak and your thin nightgown did little to protect you from the cold.” 

“n-not my fault for being underd-dressed. i was ya-yanked off my bed in the m-middle of the n-night.” 

you roll your eyes.

chaeyoung watches you work in the howling silence. you had found the discarded logs in a set corner of the room and tossed them into the pit. you worked fast however, lighting a spark beneath your flint and steel, fanning the embers until a steady flame appeared in the thin air. 

“this place reeks.” you say, leaning back while chaeyoung huffs. 

“it’s y-you. your clothes stink.” 

“because i’ve let you use them to keep you warm. i’ve been doing all the work here.” you say, standing up. you sniff the collar on your back, chaeyoung nearly laughs at your srcunched face in disgust. “you are right, our clothes are dirty.” 

“i can w-wash them tomorrow.” 

“good.” 

chaeyoung nods and turns around, scanning the darkinteriror. there was a simple rack placed against the wall–probably for clothes and other essential wear, there were some utensils. no kitchen but the hearth, but after fighting against the cold with the food being cooked over a small fire, even that seems something worth celebrating. she smiles, turing around to face you again.

“s-say, you think tomorrow you’ll b-be able to–” 

your shirt was off. 

she wasn’t sure why the image of you strikes her acutely as it did, but it was there and you were shirtless. your black coat, knit sweater, the layered tunics, and your sweaty bra lay at your feet, leaving you in your pants and boots, discarding those right after. when you catch chaeyoung’s eye, she twists away, blood boiling under her skin. 

“w-what are you doing?!” she demands loudly, flustered that her head is ringing. “why are y- why are you na- are you really–?” 

“because our clothes are wet and we’ll both die of hypothermia if we don’t warm our bodies up quickly,” you simply reply, “and you did say the smell.” 

“i-i can just wash t-them!” 

“with what!? we don’t have soap.” 

“i can use my–” 

“i’m not an idiot like the hunters i brought with me, witch. i know that your magic needs an output—your hands—and something solid. you can’t just will things with air alone. it’s either you get your clothes off or we both freeze to death. the nightgown you’re wearing doesn't do much as it already is.” 

chaeyoung stares at the wall, fingers bunching up against her sleeves, which are half frozen and stark cold. even with the fire gradually heating the small cabin, she’s still shivering, fingers hinted purple. it’s a decision she has to make. 

“fine,” she snaps soon after, reaching for the hem of her gown, “but if-if you look, i’ll–” 

“my heart won’t dance for a desire to see you barren, witch. in fact—” you toss a large pelt of fur at her, making her gasp at the weight of it. “cover yourself when you’re done.” 

she frowns but nods silently, glancing over her shoulder to see if you’re looking (you weren’t) and pulls the gown over her head, tugging the socks and underwear off as well. covering herself with the fur, exhaling through her closed teeth. when she approaches the fire, you look over to her, ears slightly hinted with pink, lips and eyebrows clasped together on themselves at what chaeyoung was doing.

“are you seriously trying to warm yourself in front of the fire? have you no knowledge of proper warming techniques?” 

“what?” chaeyoung asks defensively. 

you sit up, the blanket draping to your waist, exposing your skin and the tailored muscle of your upper body. “we need to share body heat to stay warm.” 

chaeyoung blinks rapidly, flustered. “but we’re naked.” 

“that’s kind of the whole point of this thing.” 

“if this is some attempt to–”

“what?” your eyes flash at her challenge, daring to say what she can bring herself to think straight, and after a few moments, she turns away and sighs out. 

“alright,” she starts off, crawling towards you, keeping the large fur on her body with a skin tight grip. “but if you have the slightest thought of—”

“i’d rather feed myself to the wolves than to touch you.” you spit out in frustration. chaeyoung feels a small hint of dismay. your disgust is a doting reminder that you don’t consider her to be a human being. 

the thought chills chaeyoung even after she’s snuggles herself beneath the covers. her skin easing up with shivers, startled when you grab her shoulder. 

“relax,” you say, inching closer. your eyes were shining with utmost intensity. “this is how we survive together.” 

you huddle closer, your hand slipping through her naked waist  and dragging chaeyoung up against you, pressing chests together. a punched out exhale and trembles with so much force that she feels the vibration to her bones. your skin was cold like hers, but there's a small relief with the contact. chaeyoung knows this is how we survive together, and places her hand on your neck. 

you tense at the contact, growling with a flush of pink on your cheeks. “what are you—?”

chaeyoung hushes you. “i’m warming you u-up, mean hunter.” 

you zip your lips after that, eyes getting hazy and after a few seconds, you tap chaeyoung’s hand off. 

the heat loosens your limbs as it grows between you two. chaeyoung sighs, her wet hair brushing against your neck as she shifts. you whisper, “l/n.” 

“what?” 

“my name, y/n l/n.” 

she already knew that though. “okay.” chaeyoung huffs out.

“what’s yours? or should i keep calling you witch.?” 

chaeyoung doesn’t want you to call her anything; names carry so much weight; putting a face to it, making them stand out and different than others, but the warmth must’ve softened her under the covers because she answers your question. “son chaeyoung.” 

“son chaeyoung.” you say her name slowly, accent hugging the syllables the same way her father’s did. the comparison seems too similar. 

within minutes after speaking names, you both fall asleep. 

you wake up the morning after the first night with the witch pressed to your chest, her arms wrapped around your middle, and cheek pressed flat against your breast. her hair on the crown of her head tickles your chin. 

you swat it away with your hands, negating the spike of panic trickling down your spine, and you shift, trying to extract yourself from her grip. chaeyoung hums softly in protest, clinging to you tighter as her eyes flutter open, long lashes shadowing her cheeks. her gaze is half-lidded, exhausted, but once she notices who she’s clinging onto, she pulls away from you as you both sit up on the large bed. 

the awkward silence filling the space between you two, curdling thoughts in your head, but before you could utter something, chaeyoung turned around, her small mouth pressed to a frown. 

“i need animal fat and some wood.” she says, before you could even conjure up a good morning—which you wouldn't have, “so you go hunt today.” 

you eyes squint as you fix your seated position. chaeyoung scoots away to the corner of the bed, her furs covering her slipping beneath the slope of her petite breasts. an action which earns a warning look from you. 

“what’s the use of these items?” 

“to make soap for the laundry. you’ll have to use your dirty clothes still, but the sooner you get me these things, the better.” 

“how do you expect to make soap from fat and bark?” 

“the elders have taught me everything i know.” 

you get up from the bed without looking at chaeyoung, not fazed by the resentment, shivering as you cross over to the lonely rack pilfered with all of the dirty clothes that you’ve worn for the past couple of days. the smell still penetrating through your nostrils, she was right about getting these clothes washed as soon as possible. 

after tugging the heavy jacket over your toned body, you feel chaeyoung’s gaze lasering on you, causing you to turn around and raise a brow at her.

“anything else?” 

“try to get a few animals. i’m gonna need more than one to make enough soap for both of us and our clothes.” 

“that all?” 

“come back quickly, we don’t have any food still.” a second passes before she grumbles another lasting addition. “it’s also cold, so it’s not safe for you to be out that long.” 

you feel your lips twitching—to a frown and surely, “you sound like my old nana.” 

chaeyoung keeps a straight face cooly. “go.” 

you obey while rolling your eyes out the door. slinging a bow and quiver of arrows as you stepped out to the frigid cold, wrapping your cloak more deeply with a drawn out exhale. the thought of tossing the witch chaeyoung out here in the snow for her to suffer as well, but the thought was pointless, nearly impractical. 

as you walk into the forest about twenty minutes away from the cabin, your mind falls into a calming state, a serenity as such with every calming breath leaving your mouth. ears perking to any sudden sound while brandishing your weapon. your experience breaking through the many lessons taught by your father and late brother before they both died. the image of them passing through your mind as the anger from the old memory rises up again. 

a rabbit comes into you line of vision, looking over a small snowy hill with its head moving in all directions, leaping away when it sees you, but you were faster with the arrow shot lodging into its eye. 

“one, but let’s pray that there isn’t a bear nearby.” 

chaeyoung had instructed you to not be out for long, but there's the thought that you and her will be staying in the cabin longer than anticipated, so by getting familiar with the present surroundings around your makeshift home was the more logical idea. everything once barren with life was covered in snow. the cold was unforgiving as it is, a beauty that you could admire. 

the new area is opened up more when you see a frozen lake, placed in the middle of the dead trees. crows surround the lake, flying around before disappearing into the white sky. 

you notice another nearby bird and rabbit, drawing both of your arrows to shoot them at the same time. the bag behind you was now filled with various pieces of animal corpses and wood, the gusts of wind not letting up as you gripped your cloak to ease your shivering. 

“i wished i could be back home, not dealing with any of this ‘life test’.” you say out loud, looking up at the sky and smiling scornfully.

the thoughts of going back home once all of this was still a hopeful premonition you prayed to see through, but you’re reminded of the current situation with chaeyoung still waiting for you back in the cabin. 

gut twisting, gazing at the frozen ice guarding the lake, wondering what the witch was doing. if she was keeping herself warm by the fire, waiting for your return, while you did the dirty work. you growl at the idea, opposed to be heeding to her calls. you swear to finish all of this by making her suffer when the moment presents itself. 

and you will complete the mission, to get the information about the location of the other witches from her before doing the same thing you did to chaeyoung’s village almost an entire week ago. 

it all could’ve been so simple; just slit her throat and leave her. going back home brings a smile to your lips, you could already picture the look on her face, how her hands will claw your shoulders, begging for her life to be spared. the dagger that you used for the wolves and other witches you’ve slain will be the sole tool–pinning her against the floor and then—

you crack open the door and stomp off the snow from your sleek boots, hearing a soft hum coming form the fireplace at the other end. the song preaching about peace and tranquil, hopes of good times coming back sung by a bright pleasant voice that stops all of your motions. 

that’s all stopped suddenly since you startled the witch–chaeyoung–as she faced you, her black eyes wide, color piercing through the cheeks. she sits in front of the fireplace, still naked in the bundle of furs, still embarrassed, to no surprise.

you fight off the urge to smile. ignoring the moment to relish in your delusional madness. 

“you sing like a pretty angel.” you greet with a sheepish tone in your voice, making her irritated automatically. 

“i appreciate the compliment.” chaeyoung scowls at you.

you step inside more, expression miffed. “i wasn’t…you think i was teasing?” 

“weren’t you?” 

“yes,” you immediately answer. your face shifts again, “i was actually, you calming baby beast.” 

“don’t call me that!” she snaps at you, flushing down to her feet, before turning back to the fireplace. she stares at the flame, senses up to eleven as you approach her, holding your bag to her. she takes it, fingers hitting each other for a second, gasping at the sudden cold on our gloves, facing you as she smooths her hand under the sleeves of your cloak and up your wrist. 

“you’re ice cold,” a concerned tone in her voice and stands up. she walks you to the bed, hand on your stomach, dropping to the bed as she pushes you to face the ceiling. you stare at her dazed, chaeyoung placing her palms on the sides of your neck. closing her eyes to focus, she pulses a surge of warmth beneath the hands, sending that same heat to your body. you sigh out a harsh sound, once chaeyoung pull away from you she was satisfied with her work, noticing the pain wincing on your face. 

“thank you.” you were able to croak out. 

chaeyoung nods, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks, stepping away. clinging to her fur tightly reminded of the fact that she was still naked under them, and a lot colder now that she’s used her magic; warming you up with her own body heat. 

you sense this, shooting up to your feet and headed to the same rack that held your clothes before you left this morning, fishing out a garment that was printed with strawberries all over it. she looks at the childish looking fabric as you wrap it over her neck, ears pink as she meets your eyes again. 

“i saw this before i left to hunt.” you say with a low voice, “you also have less clothes compared to me. this should help you a little bit at least.” a few heartbeats pass before you ask, “are you warm?” 

“yes.” chaeyoung replies, hardly uttering from the lump in her throat in addition to the churning turmoil unsettling in her gut. 

you nod. it’s a stoic movement, as if you were unfamiliar with your own act of kindness. you step off to teh side and let her pass, looking away from the new space of proximity. 

“i’ll make the soap now.” 

“good. let me know if you need more things from outside.” you say to her without even looking. 

“you need a bath,” chaeyoung says, almost immediately after she finished up their laundry. “we both do.” 

you look up from your plateful of rabbit, a hint of bread crumbs on your lips. the clothes were drying over the rack, near the fire, so they sat with thick furs covering them. 

“you’re saying that i smell?” you ask. 

“horribly, you have no idea how hard it is to sleep next to you.” 

“didn’t look like that to me earlier this morning.” 

chaeyoung scowls but leaves you to finish the rest of your dinner. once finished, and the clothes have finally dried up, you take the large bucket and step outside. five minutes later you come back inside with the bucket filled with snow and sit back down while they wait. “you gonna go first?” 

“no.” chaeyoung says instantly. “you have to.” 

“why me?” 

“because you’re the one doing the labor.” and hunting, building the fires, carried me around the wilderness for five days, chaeyoung thinks but won’t actually admit. a thought that shouldn’t have crossed her mind but it did. “you smell worse compared to me.” 

your eyes squint in offense, but recede any sort of argument against her. she watches you sniff your arm when you think she looked away for a second, nodding after in agreement. 

when the water in the bucket stars to boil, dragging it away from the fireplace, waiting for it to cool down. once at a bearable temperature, you strip. chaeyoung’s cheeks shoot red and immediately turns toward the small dining table. you had a terrible habit of doing that in front of her. any given moment to change, you never gave her a heads up. 

“this bucket is a little small baby beast.” you grumble, chaeyoung fights the response of stop calling me that–she’s tried. no luck, you were attached to that nickname now–turning around to say, “not a bucket technically, more of a tub and–” 

she stops herself with a muted giggle, pressing her fingers to lips. you stare at her, your arms submerged in the water, knees peeking through the surface and your shoulders shuugged up to your ears. as she just thought, you were a little too tall with muscle to actually fit inside. 

“don’t–” 

“i wasn’t laughing, nothing that you do is amusing enough.” 

“then how come you’re smiling at me right now?” 

“i’m not–” cutting yourself off when she notices something, pulling her hand away at the new question in her head. “are you not going to wash your hair?” 

“i just did.” 

“it doesn’t look like it touched the water.” 

“i put some water in it.” 

“with soap?” 

“just water.” 

chaeyoung cringes while standing up. “you’re an idiot, you have long hair and you don’t know how to wash it?” 

“i know how to!” you retort. “i just don’t like sleeping with wet hair.” 

“well you’re not going to sleep if you don’t was your hair.” 

“alright!” you snap, reaching for the small bar of soap and rubbing it in between your palms. “are you happy now?” 

“not exactly what i meant.” chaeyoung replies while watching you weave your fingers through your hair with the soapy substance. she steps closer to you, dipping her fingers into the water to wet them a little bit, picking up the bar of soap and runs her fingers through your hair.

with the initial stiffness, you relax into her easing touch, leaning towards her when she rubs her thumbs against your temples. the water was more tepid now than five minutes ago, so with a deep breath, chaeyoung draws heat to her palms, scraping lightly against your scalp, sighing out in relief. 

chaeyoung’s fingers slide down to the nape of your neck, massaging the tense muscle group there. you slouch even more, mouth parte, and she starts to take note of the lines on your face: the high brow and sharp cheekbones, the pink curve of your mouth, and the flawless sculpt of your jaw. the roots of your hair on the top of your head were healthy to chaeyoung’s shock. 

she also doesn’t recall seeing someone like you growing up and going to many different villages of different witches, but you really were a beautiful woman, a shame that beauty was wasted on you. 

“you’ve been feeling my face for too long, witch.” you slur out, fingers still tickling your scalp as chaeyoung clicks her tongue. 

“i think i’d rather drown you like this, idiot hunter.” 

“y/n.” you whipser mindlessly, before holding yourself back of speaking another word. once washing the suds away from your hair, chaeyoung wipes her hands in the fur. you look at her, blinking the dreamy layer in your eyes, and it was here that the reality of her actions begin to brew a change of heart. she turns away, staring at her kneecaps. 

you get up from the large bucket and dry yourself with a stretch of fabric that chaeyoung found while you were out. after putting back on the clean, dry clothes, you take the bucket back outside and return with a fresh pile of snow for chaeyoung’s bath. 

why did i do that? chaeyoung thinks slently, embarrassment through the roof within her. i didn’t need to do that. 

just minutes later you come back inside, placing the bucket near the fire again. you turn to seek chaeyoung again, finding her on the floor clearly shivering. 

“are you cold?” you ask, reaching for her stack of furs. 

“a little b-bit.” 

“you’re freezing.” you observe, covering her with the pelt of fur before placing your palm on the flat side of her cheek. 

“it’s the fire isn’t it.” 

“no i-it’s my magic.” 

“your magic?” 

“when i-i warm my palms, i have to use my o-own body h-heat to use it. making me a l-lot more colder t-then for a c-couple of h-hours.” 

your face becomes slack jawed, “so that’s why you were cold when i came back earlier?” 

chaeyoung nods, your brows furrow, and you pull the bucket away from the fire. you place your hand on the outer rim, letting the hot water burn your fingers. “you should’ve waited for me.” 

“i had t-to. we need each other remember? i can’t survive if you’re suffering from hypothermia too.” 

“this shouldn’t be an issue, chaeyoung.” 

“well for now it is, but i need you to be healthy for me in order to get better.” 

“and i need you to be warm for me.” 

chaeyoung’s throat closes in on itself. the crackling flame was all that was heard in the room. its light emiitng just enough for her eyes to see your harsh muscle and shadowed outlines, but your eyes were soft and gleaming. dark brown. 

as always since they first met, she was the one to turn away from you first. 

you sigh, tapping the bucket, “your bath is ready baby beast. hurry up so that we can go to bed, it’s late.” 

the days pass by and the routine was oh so easy to fall into, nothing else mattered–but your own survival. 

you get up in the mornings while chaeyoung is still asleep to build the fire up so that when you leave to go hunting again, the cabin would be already warm for her when she wakes up. to keep themselves busy, she would make breakfast next to the fireplace that they eat together on the floor. 

if there was a small shortage of food, you’d go out to hunt. if the clothes were dirty, chaeyoung would be the one to wash them. a tear in the fabric, she sews them. regular housekeeping duties as the harsh winter weather starts to let up little by little, day by day. 

on one occasion, you bring back a pocketful of nuts, probably stolen from a squirrel or something of that degree, and it excites chaeyoung beyond all reason. 

she’s enjoying this far more than she should, but it was so simple to think about. 

“you’re from the kingdom?” chaeyoung asks, one morning while still snuggled up in bed. 

it was early that the sun was breaking through the peaks, a calming white light glaring through the windows. you lean up on your elbow, cheek against your fist as you softly smile at her. “have you ever been to the mainland? or a city for that matter?” 

“no.” chaeyoung admits, unashamed from the snickering coming out of your mouth soon after. “i grew up in the mountains.” 

“for all of your life?” 

“pretty much, but with my parents of course.” 

“i figured.” you smugly say, rubbing your finger against the beauty mark under the right side of her bottom lip. “you didn’t look like the others back in the village.” 

chaeyoung looks away from your gaze for a moment, recalling the image of little diana’s body. a wave of anger building up from the sentimental moment, but she doesn’t want to think about it now. 

“they took me in after my parents died.” she says to you. you expression shifts and you lean a little more closer with the cover still enveloping you. 

“how old were you when that happened?” 

“i was nine. a sudden plague sweeped the town i was living at and it nearly took everyone. at the same time, a wise woman found me and sensed my potential power, so she asked me to come with her.” 

“that must’ve been hard.” 

“it was, but i didn’t have anywhere to go.” 

you stare, a strange glint dashing at your eyes. after a moment, “i lost my mother too around that age.”

“oh.” chaeyoung breathes out, leaning up to match you. “was she also caught with the sickness too?” 

you sit up, gaze still locked with hers, face not contorting a single emotion at all, “not exactly.” 

sitting on the edge of the bed, you grip the frame with your fingers, chaeyoung’s resenmnt tolls through her again; she didn’t like how you’d get suddenly depressed when you were just simply opening up about your life to her. it was unbearable to watch sometimes. 

she sits next to you, touching your arm. when you look back at her, she asks, “tell me more about this kingdom.” 

“why would you want to know?” 

“beacuse i want to hear what it’s like, the mountains here are the only thing i know around here.” 

“well,” you huff out, “where do i even start? we have houses like yours, but built properly, people in the kingdom have similar jobs like yours; eating, cleaning, trading. it’s all protected by this wall that keeps most of the outside threats away. 

“really? it’s the same as the village?” 

you smirk, “yes, sort of, but it’s kind of like the same concept really.” you say, clutching your leg as you stare up at the ceiling. 

she hums with a slight giddy to her attitude, you then ask, “so what about you? what’s it like in the village?” 

chaeyoung purses her lips thinking about the question, trying to not say anything stupid, “well, when i wasn’t focused on my craft, i was always keeping an eye on the younger girls.” 

“your village was all girls?”

“yes,” chaeyoung admits, blushing a bit. “in fact, you’re the first woman hunter that i’ve seen as a proper leader of their pack.” 

“really?” 

“mhm” she hums, pressing her jaw against her knee, eyes trailing off your jawline. “i’ve always wondered about something.” 

“what is it?” 

“are there other female witch hunters like you?” 

“well,” you start off by saying, “i’ve heard the rumors but to my knowledge i’m the only one around here.” 

“oh.” 

“you seem shocked.” 

“i’m not.” she says, shaking her head. “you’re a lot more mature than the disgusting men you had as your fellow hunters.” 

“i appreciate the compliment, those men were dumbasses towards you after all.” 

chaeyoung scoffs at what you said, gazing into your features again as the light started breaking more and more into the cabin. 

“we should start the day early shouldn’t we?” you say, grabbing a shirt from one of the posts on the bed and slipping it on, “i still have the three birds that you can cook from yesterday, that’s our breakfast.” 

“okay.” 

“i’ll also get more firewood outside too, we’re almost out.” 

“okay.” chaeyoung says again, but before you start to head out she adds, “i’m glad that it’s you that i’m stuck with and not those men.” 

your lips part for a moment, “i’m glad that we’ve survived for this long together too.” 

“so what about–”

you toss the strawberry printed fabric towards chaeyoung on the bed, cheeks hinting with a small pink facing away from her, “you’re gonna need this.” 

“baby beast.” 

chaeyoung moans softly under the covers, turning away from your hand and tries to go back to sleep. the hand at her shoulder continues to shake her more persistently, “wake up, i wanna show you something.” 

she huffs out and rolls to her left side, facing you, eyes fluttering open to meet yours. you smile and lean over her, bruising the wispy bangs from her face. “are you gonna get out of bed now?” 

“why?” she asks, nearly whining. your grin widens at the sound of her tickling your ear drums. 

“there’s a lake here i want you to see.” 

“the lake?” chaeyoung stretches out to see you shuffle over to the other end of the cabin, fetching her cloak and boots, shoving her feet inside the warm objects while wrapping the cloak over her shoulders, watching you pat down the cloak and tie the strings at her chest. getting the small strawberry printed fabric for her to carry in her pocket. 

“what’s there at the lake?” she asks you, rubbing her eyes again to make her more awake. 

“nothing special.” you say, but your eyes were beaming with pure excitement like a child, “i just want you to see it like i did.” 

in a few minutes, both of you are properly dressed and out the door. despite the chilling air, chaeyoung sigs when she steps into the snowy ground, looking up to inhale the sharp, crisp air, watching her breath materialize into a small fog in front of her. she missed going outside because of the lack of body temperature and proper clothing.

you didn’t like chaeyoung to be out for more than actually needed, but the worst part of the winter had eased up by this point so it’s not that dangerous to get out of the cabin for once. 

leading her into the first, chaeyoung is astonished by the sight, the trees arching above her head that she couldn’t see the branches on them. the white snow glittering beneath her feet, reflecting off the sunlight beaming down on them. the view was majestic, and a sight that she wishes she had forced herself up right away at first to see earlier. 

you take her hand, chaeyoung looks up to see your impatience, dragging her along the trail, making her almost jog slightly because of your long graceful strides. 

“why are we walking fast? won’t we scare the animals?” 

“yes, but i’m technically hunting them so it wouldn’t even matter. anyway, better for us to make noise to scare a wolf or bear rather than staying quiet and run into one.” 

“and if we did?” 

you smirk, “then i’d kill it myself to get a new coat.” you say with eagerness. 

chaeyoung doesn’t have the courage to tell you that you’d likely die before pulling that off. 

you and her both slow down your pace once guiding her past the slew of trees. with your hands on chaeyoung’s shoulders, you push her past the short bushes and into an open space. her view takes in the frozen lake in the center, sprinkled with snow in different patches across the icy layer. she sees a lonely cub sliding across the lake, clearly lost looking for its mother. 

you lean in close, your breath tickling the hair on her nape, “do you see that little bear cub standing there?” 

“i do.” 

the cub then runs away funnily, reaching the other side of the lake with ease before disappearing into the sea of trees. “it reminds me of you, baby beast.” 

chaeyoung then rips her gaze away from the sight to look up at you, staring down at her, the shine her eyes becoming more and more familiar, almost as if she’s used to your teasing, then glancing away from you after. her body warms up suddenly, but not to the point to diminish the shiver that rolls across her skin when another wave of wind blows in again, making you turn chaeyoung into your arms. 

“cold?” 

“i–” 

you didn’t even bother waiting for her answer, hands sliding beneath her cloak and around her waist. her nightgown bunching up between your palms, sliding them up and down, making chaeyoung flush up quickly, turning her head to your throat and closing her eyelids against your neck. 

“how’s that feel?” 

“better.” chaeyoung whispers against your skin. 

she wants to break away from your grasp. the fact that you’re holding her and she’s allowing it should be ringing alarms in her head, she’s supposed to push you away, but for some reason–she can’t find a reason why.

“i think we should head back now. the cold is getting to you again.” 

“it isn’t, but—” a sudden realization comes back to her mind, glazing at the mound of snow before meeting your eyes, hands clasping yours through the thick woolen gloves. “can i show you something before we go?” 

“um, yeah. sure.” you reply confusedly, thrown off by her earnestness. 

chaeyoung then pulls you over to a small area nearby the meeting point of the frozen lake with the ground, eyes flickering towards before looking at the snow. closing her eyes and exhaling out a warm breath against the icy surface, a small sparkle shimmers through her fingertips for a few seconds. at the end of that, a snowdrop appears to sprout from the cold dirt. she smiles with her mouth stretching from one end of her face to the other, glancing at you looking intrigued. 

“do you like it?” 

you knelt down to examine the flower, studying it with a tilted head. “i’ve never seen this one in the books back at home. what is it?” 

“oh, it’s just some kind of flower. i don’t actually know what it is either, but it’s pretty isn’t it?” 

you pluck the flower from the ground as soon she finishes her answer, breath hitching when you nestle it in between her hair, fingers grazing the outer lobe of her ear. you smile, your eyes warm with so much fondness as well as glowing in a soft color, a calming color actually. 

“it’s beautiful.” you whisper out. 

chaeyoung almost cries, catching herself melt for a slight second. 

later on the way back to the cabin, chaeyoung hears a string of cracks in the trees to her right side. you pick up on the sound too, putting yourself in front of her as protection when they see the movement in the lines of trunks finally come into formation—another wolf. 

chaeyoung is startled at the similar sight of the wolf that tried to devour her when she first got captured, but this was different since she was now with you, but the situation wasn’t safe just yet. 

“we’re gonna make a run for the cabin, okay? it’s just up this trail. chaeyoung, i need you to keep your head forward and don’t look back, i’ll draw it’s attention away from you.” 

“but-”

“i need you to trust me.” you say, “i’ll protect you, just get to the cabin. let me take care of this.” 

chaeyoung swallows the growing lump in her throat, complying with your request. the both of you start running with the wolf tailing just a few meters away behind you two. the cabin was just a couple short seconds away and you look back at the wolf who was approaching closer. 

“get inside and lock the door!” you command chaeyoung as she continues to run up the trail, doing exactly as you were told while she still worried about you. she couldn’t bear to look out the window, her ears hearing your yells and the wolf growls, the bashing of different objects mixed in with your pants. 

she didn’t know how long it was since she first got back inside, but to her shock, she sees you stumbling inside the door, carrying something very unfamiliar. 

chaeyoung notices the many gashes that were marked on your skin, the body of the same wolf that chased you two just behind you, the fur scratched, but still salvageable. 

“did you just?!” she cries out, rushing towards you, grabbing your head while you wore a mad grin, eyes half lidded and face scratched up. 

“you were right about the wolf thing you know.” 

“i can’t—” her breath hitches, choking down a sob. “i can’t believe you did that.” 

you grip matches hers on your wrist that was on your face, “i protected you,” you whisper out, getting hazily. 

the way that your head was moving so much and the glint in your eyes, it seemed that the fight almost took you out entirely. 

chaeyoung huffs, wrapping her arm around your shoulder and brings you to the bed, where she lays you down carefully, smoothing your hair away from your disfigured face from the cuts. she leaves you to get a bowl full of snow from outside, you frowning once she returned.

“why’d you go outside?” 

“to get you something to cool these cuts from the stupid wolf.” 

“but i killed it still.” 

“well that doesn’t matter!” chaeyoung snaps at you, placing the bowl on top of the fireplace. “take your shirt and bra off, i have to see your other cuts for me to properly heal you.” 

you pout but follow along by taking off the jacket from your shoulders, wincing while the shirt came off of you, leaving you barren with your breasts out. chaeyoung notices the additional marks scattered across your midsection. if you did…and she wasn’t here with you—

“sorry, for being stupid.” you say with a prideful gloat.

“y/n, i can’t—” chaeyoung cries out, covering her mouth. “you could have died if you fought any longer.” 

“say that again.” 

“huh?!”

she pulls her hands way from her mouth, meeting your eyes as you clasp her wrist again, eyes looking woozy, almost drunken. “my name, say it again, baby beast.” 

“y/n, what—” 

you groan out in rapture, chaeyoung blushes for a second before taking the wet rag and swipes it across your skin, brushing over the wounds carefully. at the end, the water is coloered with a hint of pink and the rag is completely soaked, but the wounds are cleaned, now it’s just a matter of getting you patched up. 

chaeyoung taps your cheek, leaning over you, “okay, i need you to be awake for this next part. i’m going to heal your wounds.” 

“wait don’t–” you mumble out. 

“why?” a wall of protection builds from her facial expression, “you don’t want my demon magic over you?” 

“i don’t want you to faint on me.” 

“it’s fine.” chaeyoung mutters, ducking her head in shame before centering her hands over your abs. 

she moves her hands across your upper body, healing every slice and tear that was across your flesh. even the minor bruises from the bumps and hits you took not from the wolf, ensuring that everything was healed properly. once finished, chaeyoung collapses on top of you, her head drowsy. 

“i told you to not faint silly.” 

“you left me,” she trails off, “no other choice.” whispering the last sentence before passing out, making you shift her over your lap, wrapping your arms around her for a slight hug–a sign of thankfulness coming out of you which was rare.

“looks like i have to take care of you now.” 

chaeyoung was already passed out as you slide her underneath the furs, secugen her across your chest, nestling her face on your warm skin, feeling her pulse beat under your fingers. the relief finally settles in her, letting out a small sob. since when did the thought of you dying start to terify her more than being alive? 

as chaeyoung fingers graze your bare back, you plant a faint kiss on her temple and cheek. 

“rest well, chaeyoung."