#Girlgroup

[idekkkjja]

dom camgirl ningning with reader as a guest whehehhehwhehw

Dripping intoxication ₊˚.༄

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ In college, barely scraping by on cheap instant foods from a nearby convenience store was not weak, and the long shifts on enduring jobs were only enough to make meet ends either. Ningning had no spare change for any reasonable entertainment—sometimes in a dire situation not being able to afford food—or things she wanted for years.

So, a desirable option was to be… a sex worker! Well, online. And it did turn out to benefit her a lot, a bit too much perhaps. Being now well-known and making good money on the app she works on.

And the job was fun too, especially with pretty guests like you. The innocent, inexperienced ones were her favorite!

The description matches you perfectly, and she didn’t know until she tested it.

Heads-up: English not my first language so may be mistakes yall, sorry. And this my first smut about a strap-on GUYS IDK IM GETTING USED TO IT BUT ITS AWKWARD HAHA… writing smut 💔.. idm tho. Drunk sex, swearing ofc, semi-public sex? Pool sex.. strap-on usage.

— Completely unaware of the sex industry itself, you weren’t the type to watch porn in your free time; deeming it to be forbidden and an unhealthy obsession.

And yes, you were one of the girls who proudly despised men and women in those types of activities, believing they’re the corruption to major things in society right now.

All you knew was that porn was bad, and don’t be associated with those who do it or willingly watch it for disgusting entertainment. Because you could be influenced, you were gullible a little. The thought made you want to throw up.

Many of your friends didn’t judge that much when realizing your sex life is drier than a Sahara desert; some motivated you to keep it up, life isn’t all about sex.

You weren’t a virgin, you did have done it a few times with men but did you count them? No, every one of them wasn’t worth it. No pleasure in all, one orgasm was scored if you added.

In college, you had a lot of friends, quite popular within your circle so you knew everyone and what they did since you also loved a pretty thing called gossip.

Meaning you knew everything about people they may not know about themselves.

Except Ningning: a walking puzzle piece, the odd one left out of the beautiful piece to be crafted. It was frustrating, it seemed as if the woman didn’t know herself yet.

Once before a lecture, bored and curious enough, to waste time you asked Ningning a question about what her favorite color was.

And she didn’t know, her face scrunched up in bewilderment, nor when her birthday was.

To that point, you checked what day it was, assuming that it must be April Fools Day because that woman had to be kidding right?

No, she wasn’t. At the end of the draining conversation, you had frustration and a hypothesis that she could be potentially an international student from abroad and that English wasn’t her thing.

But you always have heard her yapping her ass off in English to others about the most random thing on the planet, so you don’t know why it’s a different case with you.

Whatever, you could eavesdrop. Your ears aren’t useless like her mouth is anyway to get something to blackmail her with. It wouldn’t be so difficult, you hope.

A friendship, or a tolerance in others’ perspective did bloom out of the dull ground, intertwining you two in some classes. Warily, (not eagerly) sticking by each other’s sides when needed.

Unnecessary amount of stuff you two discussed, one random question to another, having limited vague answers as the response. Carefully chosen by each momentarily pause, a dry ‘sure’, or ‘maybe’, not certain in most. Dreadfully, the talking rather you set you far back from your starting point.

Did this bimbo know anything, no connections to other bitches around here?

Her words created an untamed doubt brewing in the back of your head, a constant bother that something much more is going on than what she puts on. Painfully obviously so.

You had to get to the bottom of it, ASAP.

Weeks passed by, nearing a much-needed spring break for everyone. The last week, many people were planning late outings, parties, and hangouts for the holiday. You did agree to some of them, especially the parties, you knew what went on over there and loved it.

Yes, you were a hardcore (not really) virgin but that didn’t restrict you from having fun. Though nobody would notice. Like heated make-out sessions at the back, hidden from the blurry crowds under the blinding lights with music blasting the most unhinged thing was your type of night! And assuming that you were in the category of having one-nighters nearly every week was the norm.

These days, nothing was the norm. Everything becoming a dismissive matter to you. Bother, bother, and bother…

Until shockingly, Ningning invited you over to her apartment for a girl's night.

Whenever you did have the chance to hear about that woman; it was things like how hard-working she was, and how she always stayed up-to-date about the latest trends in clothing.

Managing to make anything on her look classy and chic.

Also, her apartment, through peoples’ eyes appeared to be ridiculously expensive. A pool and all, modern-day designs, and all. Humbly, she didn’t brag about it much to others, restricting it to a private part of her shallow life. The way some people knew was because there were parties hosted at her home occasionally, exposing every inch of her routine to others from the habits displayed physically.

Excluding the locked, hidden closet in her bedroom. Even then, her bedroom was locked as well, and no visitors were allowed.

If only you knew how much suffering she did to stand in her place by now.

That playing dumb was something she did very often to get what she want.

You accepted the invitation with careful consideration in your voice, ensuring she could sense the measured approach you took, in a subtle insulting way of course.

Upon arrival at the place, a soft gasp in awe and admiration was breathed out of your gaping lips in surprise; not expecting the girl’s exaggerated words of her home to be true.

Finally enough of the gawking, you took fast and hurried steps to the elevator, jabbing the button for it to swiftly rise to the skies.

Floor 11, room 67.

For reassurance, you kept repeatedly checking on the same message to make sure you were in the right place.

You were a little nervous when unfortunately seeing the right unit room.

Fisting your sweaty hands into a tight ball, you knocked on it firmly once, or twice just in case.

“It’s Y/n!” Awkwardly you called out and the door opened as if on demand when hearing your name.

Your breath hitched, stuck in your throat like mental wires constricting your ability to sputter out any words the moment your gaze fell on the woman: her wet dark hair carelessly hanging down to her chest, water dripping down to her jaw, and her casual clothes being just a small top barely covering her lower stomach and a short hugging her slick thighs.

Interestingly, a bulge was present in her chest, did she buy a cheap press-up bra from Temu or something? You wanted to laugh in her face but… the rest of her body distracted you.

About to explode, all blood streaming inside your body rushing solely to your cheek creating a burning red only achieved when running a deathly fever, you stood there in a deafening silence. Eyeing her carefully, not noticing there’s nobody else there.

“Couldn’t be asked to change since I just showered, but it doesn’t matter. We are both girls after all, right?” Ningning said cooly, stepping side for you to take the breath-taking view of the navy blue sky resembling the upcoming night, and the dark buildings lit by the endless windows for life not so far, glimmering white sparkles in a certain direction.

“Yeah,” dryly you agreed, trying to act nonchalant like you weren’t on the verge of fainting from the sight (her) a few seconds ago.

Glimpsing around, searching for another soul in this humongous place to ease the unknowingly growing tension in the air between you two, there was nobody.

Only you two, no one else to interfere.

“Where’s everyone else?” Out of curiosity, you chirped your spiraling thoughts loudly.

A melodic laugh rang out as your response, her head tilting back in joyful abandon, her long hair cascading like a dark waterfall around her shoulders, creating a wet stain on her shoulders. The rich, musical sound of her cackling filled the air, echoing with warmth, a contrast to her dark amusement.

“Silly, I invited you. Why would I invite anybody else?” Wiping the blossomed tear in the corner of her eye, she breathes, a pang of air needed clearly.

“I thought it was the girls’ night.” Specifically emphasizing ‘girls’, you rolled your eyes at her in annoyance. Wanting to leave already even though the night hasn’t started yet.

“The girls’ night for two of us.” Plopping on a nearby, extended beige couch, she lounged and stared at you in delight. Her dark eyes sparkled like the city behind her from the transparent walls.

How humorous, indeed… you thought sarcastically. Is this a setup or something?

Wine cups filled to the brim with an unfamiliar, pink color, most likely a unique cocktail, and the ice cubes floating above beside the small inedible pretty decorations. Damp leaves laid in the cup, sunk to the narrow bottom of the glass. It was two of them set up on the table invitingly and a jug of the contents, glowing in the dim living room and Ningning elegantly rose one up in the air.

“Cheers to our first night together?” She tilted her head, batting her eyelashes expectingly for you to join the playful interaction.

“And last,” you grumbled under your breath, brushing the delicate glasses carefully together creating a satisfying clink.

Gruffly, you sat down next to her but created a safe distance between you two and sipped out of the straw to soothe your dry throat.

“Like it?” Fraught in the inner to keep the hopeless conversation going, Ningning let out an audible exhale to the warm air, throwing her head back to rest on the couch to let the alcohol travel within her veins affecting her brain.

“It is nice.” Haunches over, you twirl the drink in your glass to entertain your growing boredom.

You shouldn’t have accepted this.

“Alcohol kickin’ in?” Not even one glass had passed yet, and the woman’s stability was deeply impacted by a mere fruity cocktail.

Her cheeks flushed, and her eyes glazed over in sheer excitement and desire, her hands inching closer enough to her thigh but didn’t reach. Yet.

“Drink, loosen up more baby…” she whispered, her dreamy words an easy influence on you.

Obediently, you gulped down the drink in one shot, your throat shuddering in protest. A strangled breath broke out, and you wiped your lips with the back of your hand, ruining the perfect red shade you used for tonight.

To impress, and you don’t know why.

What is the point of all this?

Extending your slightly trembling hands, gripping the crystal handle of the jug, you messily dunked it down to the cup and ruined its aesthetic in the first place. An opposite to Ningning who slowly consumed the cocktail, her both hands clutching on the upper part of the cup, the main holding.

The straw now futile, you swallowed the drink in whole, a burning determination ignited.

And the alcohol, ultimately did kick in.

“Mhm.” You lazily hummed, resting against the sofa, serene to sleep on there if needed.

In a sharp motion, Ningning stood up from her seat, wobbling over to the pool outside on the balcony. The whole action a dangerous hazard itself.

Following her to ensure no fatal accidents would occur that night, you heard a startled yell and your heart stopped. Your eyes snap over to where you heard it.

Her body blends under the cyber-blue pool, shining underneath the moonlight’s pale glow over the city. Playfully, she giggled high-pitched and swished around, nothing ever a problem since the water wasn’t deep. Perfect for her height.

“Get me—my phone,” she hiccuped, mixing with another squeaky giggle, throwing her head back against the cool edges.

You didn’t say a word, acting on her drunk demand to get her phone, though you cautiously reached out.

“Cold, isn’t it a little cold, Ningning?” Warily, you hoarse out.

No answer.

Propping it up at a bizarre angle, the phone’s camera a little broken letting the video stream’s quality wear down from her other (professionally done) videos, she waved at the camera, a sly smirk curled up on her lips like a mischievous idea sparked in her empty mind.

“Baby, come here…” she ushered, slapping the water.

Intoxication dumps your brain into a haze where nearly everything is deemed acceptable, nothing is ever too weird for you now. Hopping down to the pool with a resounding splash, your outdoor clothes sticking onto your wet body now, you shyly looked at the screen.

Ashamed; even when not knowing the context of this whole scenario, your eyes didn’t meet the camera, rather staying down or on the other woman.

“Sorry guys for the horrible setup for today… just had a few drinks or so with my friend. Say hi,” the lenses were blurry, creating a fuzzy effect limited to existing in dreams or nostalgia.

Movements choppily moved in each frame, the perverts on the live had no complaints, at least their precious content was being served.

At least money will be received.

“Hi,” gingerly, you muttered and actively avoided the eye contact with the camera.

“You know what this is for, right?” Ningning whispered, hiccuping amidst her slurred sentence.

You didn’t, too oblivious.

“No,” honestly you admitted. Oh, you were perfect for the woman.

“Sex,” she husked lowly, pulling out a strap-on from her visible bra under the thin shirt sticking to her like a second skin.

Stunned, you stared at her, this bizarre situation worse now for your drunken mind to deal with.

“You want? Be a guest to my sex show?” Raising an eyebrow teasingly, invading your space in the lurking water, the coolness of it doing nothing to calm you down.

“Yes.” Shocked by your reply, your eyes widened while her pupils dilated in desire to meet your trembling ones.

Her hands found themselves on the opposite sides of your waist at the edge of the pool, her lips sloppily pampering yours with a heated kiss, her tongue twirling around lazily with yours.

“Baby, do you need to follow the lead?” She cooed against your saliva-slickened lips, her needy hands massaging your breasts slowly, making sure you felt it.

Ningning internally was a little dumbstruck that it was crystal clear you didn’t know what you were doing, the magic alcohol did you some justice though.

Did she judge? No, she adored it, finding your inexperienced behavior adorable.

“Y-yeah,” you stammered, your heart racing as she gently turned you around, her hands creating a warm embrace as you leaned against the soft walls of the pool, feeling a mixture of excitement and a forbidden lust you didn’t want to accept.

“The viewers and I are going to love you…” messily dropping her soaking shorts down and throwing them aside on the balcony with no shame present whatsoever, she hastily adjusted the thick strap-on, letting it brush against your drenched clothed sex; casting an unintelligible moan.

“Must be uncomfortable, hm? Let me help you, sweetiee…” giggling in excitement, she yanked your pants and threw them out of sight.

Her teeth grazed against your moist skin, biting your shoulder blade and branding a light mark on it to distract you from an unfamiliar invasion slowly sinking in your ass from behind.

A whimper made her halt, caressing your body almost lovingly to give you a sense of comfort and reassurance. “It’ll be okay soon… you must not be used to this that much, hm? That’s alright, mm…” her hands groped your waist and let your body adjust to the girthy plastic entering you fully.

“I-I… it hurt, I-I’m not used to—”

“I can… tell sweetheart,” she hiccuped again, even sounding too confident then.

Your glossy eyes faced the beautiful scenery, but she didn’t want that.

She wanted your eyes on her instead.

Assisting your chin gently towards her, she pouted playfully. “Treat me like I’m that scenery, or whatever it is, yeah?”

Bending you over completely so it’s easier to get in deeper, letting your chest press against the floor, she held you tight. Too tight, even, her nails clawing in.

The thick head of the strap slams your sweet spot repeatedly, causing you to babble and moan like a broken record and she laughed at the sight, slapping and squishing your bright red ass cheeks cruelly now.

Unspoken promises about being gentle long gone now.

“Moan louder, moan louder, let our perverts see how much you want this…” she grunted, anomalistically hammering you in and out without any mercy for you to accommodate to the rough, undeserving flow.

When you tried to silence yourself, your numb hands reaching to muffle your filthy noises, she pinned your wrists violently together.

Insistent to hear you tonight.

“No, didn’t you fucking hear me? Louder.” Fisting your hair into a bundle in her hand, she pulled your head back and leaned closer to your ear.

“Let the viewers hear how much of a slutty bitch you are under that cocky and crude facade you have at college, ahuh?” Moonstruck, you cried out loudly when the thrusting turned erratic, making you chase a shattering orgasm sooner and sooner.

Tears sprung up mixing in with the water dripping down your chin, the fake cock not slowing down anytime soon as you mindlessly bubbled under your shallow breaths, feeling your stomach tighten.

“A-ah, I’m close—I’m really, really close-”

Shaking like a leaf caught up in a ruthless storm, you cummed and screamed throughout the whole apartment disturbing the poor neighborhoods’ serene stillness.

Satisfied, she paused and smirked at the camera, slowly pulling out and the cum coating the plastic.

You just had a second orgasm and the best one of your whole life.

About to go limp, she trapped you in her grip once again. “This isn’t over, baby. One orgasm isn’t enough for someone like me.” Pecking underneath your ear, she chuckled.

One orgasm was enough for you to pass out, imagine how much she wanted from you throughout this long, long night.

In the morning, surely you will be exhausted.

[mareslua]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⋆ . 🪞˚ .◞𓂀 *○ .°

I GUESS I'LL SEE YOU IN ANOTHER LIFE!

[hiraizyo]

sweetheart, i can feel you.

pairing: megan skiendiel x female reader

synopsis: megan who loves sitting on your lap, no matter the time or the place. but it wasn’t like you were complaining, anyways.

tags: established relationship, fluff.

now playing: ride me darling, artemas

a/n: inspired by this dahmo photo, and because i love dark hair megan, and also because she just seems like the type of girlfriend to claim you as her seat.

when you first met megan, you didn’t think of her as the territorial type. and in all honesty, she didn’t expect it from you either.

things began to change soon after being nine months into the relationship and you both had to have everyone know that you belonged to each other.

it was the usual intimate things — hickeys, scratch marks, bite marks — that normally meant both of you were taken.

neither of you were complaining, though.

(megan still remembered the day she’d come home, her skin littered with your love bites.

“jesus christ,” manon muttered, seeing her neck. it wasn’t much, but it would take a little more effort to hide. “yn really needed to make her claim, didn’t she?”

lara peeked over at megan when she walked by, hearing the two converse and made her own teasing comment.

the dark haired girl blushed, but didn’t say anything. she was absolutely shameless, relishing in the fact that she was yours just as much as you were hers.

besides, she would be able to cover up a few hickeys here and there. you, on the other hand, wouldn’t fare well as much as her. your back was filled with long, red lines that megan was sure would sting for days.)

(she was a bit of a scratcher.)

the claims eventually gravitated to a more softer and innocent light.

for instance, megan always needing to hold your hand and run her thumb along the back of it. or you always having to have an arm around her, whether it be her waist or her shoulders. at some point, it was decided that you’d even wear one her bra straps on your wrist, almost as if it were a bracelet.

recently though, megan had built up a habit of sitting on your lap, which she claimed was her favorite place to be.

“is this seat taken?”

looking up, you see megan standing above you while you sat on a wooden bench outside. currently, you were at a house party that your mutual friend yunjin was throwing.

you chuckled, “which one?”

it wasn’t a serious question, knowing exactly what she meant. and even if there were plenty of other empty seats around you, megan only wanted one of them.

she didn’t respond, giving you a sly smile before she moved your hand out of the way and sat herself right on your lap. she wiggled, getting comfortable. immediately, your hands went around her torso, locking your right hand with her left one.

megan turned to give you a kiss, smiling gently, feeling as if she was at peace. her lips were soft and tasted of cherry.

“how long are you going to do this?” you asked, leaning your chin against her shoulder.

the conversation you’d been having previously was long forgotten, and although you felt a little guilty considering megan practically interrupted it, you knew you couldn’t focus on anything else with her around.

“oh this?” megan gestured downwards, “it’s sadly not a phase, i think i found my new favorite spot.”

the laugh that escaped you made megan’s chest warm, and the look in your eyes made her feel as she was the only person you were seeing right now.

“i’m not complaining, not at all.” you quickly said, hoping to convey that it wasn’t a problem. “in fact, i quite like it. having a pretty girl sitting on my lap is like a dream.”

“a pretty girl?” megan turned to face you completely.

her body was now turned to the side with her the side of shoulder against your chest instead of her back. the look on her face had you leaning in, ghosting your lips over hers. her eyebrow was raised, challenging you.

oh, how you loved to tease her.

“sorry, my pretty girl.”

your lips pressed together in a chaste kiss. you could feel megan smiling against your lips, her fingers fiddling with the bra strap on your wrist.

“ugh, here they go again.”

hearing the comment of daniela from around the room, megan pulled away and yelled an insult back, while you leaned into her and pressed a delicate kiss against her lower neck.

“are you comfortable?”

“very.”

you groaned at megan’s cheeky reply, but you brought her closer to you despite the circumstances.

“baby, you can’t even see the movie.”

megan was once again sitting on your lap, while you were on the couch in the living room of the katseye dorms. you’d be spending the night there, and while they were all in their own rooms, you and megan took the opportunity to watch movies in the lounge.

however, she seemed to have different plans.

as soon as you’d finally picked a movie, megan walked over to you with a bowl of popcorn. she set it down in front of you on a coffee table and maneuvered her way onto your lap.

her back was facing the tv, the movie now paused which barely even made it through the intro. you laughed quietly to yourself, pulling her even closer than before.

“the movie is the least of my concerns right now,” megan said, laying her cheek in your shoulder. “i just wanna cuddle.”

“we should’ve just stayed in your room then.” you replied, tracing shapes on her exposed skin.

“lara would tease us again.” she mumbled, and snuggled into you further.

a quiet and comforting atmosphere settled around you two as you continued tracing shapes, the feeling of it lulling megan into a drowsy state. her breathing evened out and you could tell she was close to falling asleep.

you realized then that the plans for a movie were a waste, breathing in her scent. she mumbled something under her breath so quiet that you barely heard her.

“mh?”

megan turned her head so that it was now tucked into your neck, “i asked how are you this comfortable?”

her breath tickled your skin, trying not to let it affect you too much. a lazy grin settled on your lips, and you shrugged lightly.

“i dunno, i guess i’m just built like that.” you whispered, to which she giggled at.

megan lifted up her head, now staring at you. her eyes were filled with such love and warmth that you couldn’t believe she was really with you.

“i’m using you as a pillow from now.” she stated, not leaving room for any argument.

a curt nod was given in response. accepting your fate, you knew then that megan would hold her word to it.

you were already late for the function, and it didn’t help that megan’s outfit had you undressing her with your eyes.

you were leaning against the doorframe of your bedroom, arms folded over your chest as you watched her movements. your gaze raked over her, admiring from afar. many thoughts swirled around in your head, but the main one was how could someone look so effortlessly beautiful?

“i can feel you staring.” she noted as she looked around the dresser for a specific necklace.

clicking your tongue, you tilted your head to the side. “well i can’t help it when my girlfriend is drop dead gorgeous.”

megan shook her head playfully, finally seeing the item she was searching for. she beckoned you over with her hand, holding the necklace up for you.

“help me put this on.”

she turned around, lifting her dark hair in order for you to place the necklace on her neck. making quick work of clasping the necklace together, you let it rest on the back of her neck, fingers trailing across her smooth skin.

peering at her figure the mirror, you let your thoughts consume your words.

“i don’t think i can make it through the night without tearing that dress off you.”

megan’s cheeks flushed a pink hue at your comment. she turned back to face you and tapped your chest twice.

“we’re already late.” she reminded you.

your hands snuck up to her waist, settling them on her hips and gripped softly. she looked over you once, thinking that you looked equally as beautiful as she did.

“we should take a photo.” megan moved to quickly grab her phone, opening up the camera app.

“you quite literally just said we’re already late.” you chuckled at her hypocrisy.

megan hushed you and made you sit on the square leather bench in front of the dresser. following her instructions obediently, you waited silently for her as she fixed herself one last time before taking a seat on your lap.

it was almost natural at this point, having her atop your legs.

your hands went to her thighs, feeling the dress material under your skin. she held up the camera in the mirror, capturing the moment of a kiss being pressed to her cheek.

“i am so making this my new background.” she smiled, and you finally left your apartment for the night ahead.

well, i’m back for another…

again, i apologize for any typos and hope reading this was enjoyable! i’m not sure if i like this much but i really wanted to write a megan imagine <3

[kazshua]

CHAEWON LE SSERAFIM ~ CRAZY @ Music Bank 240830

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[annajangi]

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[veniikaa]

jihyo my beloved

[distanreum]

Arin • Oh My Girl

[hyacinth-tamagotchi]

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[acdyzx]

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[idekkkjja]

wholesome ig live with aeri and reader with cooper!!(inspried by her live today!)

Third-wheeler ⋆˚🐾˖°

₊˚⊹ 𐂯 Separated by the confining of your dorms, you had enough, hopeless for her affection to become physical. So you decided to annoy her on live instead! Oh, and Cooper needily nestling between, chewing restlessly on a numb dog bone.

Heads-up: no warnings here at all really, just a fluff drabble I made up quickly in my brain, and the the tiktoks I saw of her live!! But there is light suggestive things involved, but other than that, this is just pure fluff. A bit rushed sorry!!

、、Under the warm glow of the room, Giselle was drowning in her boredom, everything to do was accessible in her messy room. Including an animal, her beloved sassy dog, Cooper who played around with a small disregard ball on the carpet.

He was her son practically.

Although, she couldn’t be asked to deal with the dog today, cuddling against him was enough and scrolling mindlessly on Instagram.

Instagram.

Cartoonishly, it was as if a light bulb appeared on top of her head when an idea struck her. Maybe a light-hearted Instagram live to interact with her fans and show her dog would be the cure!

Hastily, setting up her phone to fit her on the frame, she started the live and thousands flooded in.

Comments piling up, shoving against each other to get noticed first when Giselle examined closely.

“Hi guys, do you miss my baby?” She held the dog idly in her arms, showing how he had grown so much during the years since a vulnerable puppy.

A giggle bubbled up in her throat, laughing as she covered her mouth seeing the contrast of the comments to the tender, slow moment.

Now whilst the dog sat obediently on her lap—relaxing presumingly yapped on about her day and how boring it was, appealing to the idea of how her fans always manage a way to be her entertainment instead of the way it should be.

Humorously cracking up small jokes, though she laughed at them making her look like a schizophrenic; this live was a physical embodiment of the exact scenarios she acted out on late school nights.

Later on, a comment caught her keen eyes.

gisellefangirl26282829: is cooper sleeping?

showmeurflowers: COME TO BRASIL 🇧🇷

karinakarin: girl show us a room tour

user69686969728: BLINK IF SM IS HOLDING U HOSTAGE

ynoverhere: I miss u

gigicutie: WHYS Y/N HERE OMG

blabakabasjaka: WHATS FOING ON

An inevitable smile itched upon her face, she smirked, amused by your clinginess despite you two being a room away.

“I miss you,” she repeated your comment quietly under her breath, hiding the pinkish color heating on her cheeks.

Failing miserably at acting nonchalant, she held her breath when she saw even more comments scrolling bombarding now with confused and startled questions, though she had to act uninterested since she was on camera after all.

At times, Giselle did want to reveal the true, raw side of her soul to the fans who love her so much. To see if they truly do or not, or just love the image they have of her in their head.

Like how much she loves you, she wanted the whole world to know that.

The only ‘person’ who knows about your and her true relationship is Cooper, unfortunate enough to witness in real time how plans you and her innocently co-parenting into something else entirely.

And from that day on, the grumpy dog knew he was going to be a third-wheeler to you two.

Again, she watched the screen, amused by the panicking fans, and was unable to hide a snarky snort from that.

Ning2is2b: they aren’t even trying to hide it atp…

Bitchstfueh: 🏳️‍🌈❓

Aespaisbetterthanu: let’s act surprised

RAAAAAHEHSJJS: GIRL WHAT THE HELL

Hejheheehedoglover7292: I wanna eat cooper ngl

ynoverhere: mommy wyd

BAMBOOZLED, her eyes shot wide open to the point it was bulging out of her eye sockets, gasping in unison with Cooper; as if he knew how to read too.

“Y/n,” she finally said, her voice tinged with nervous laughter that echoed softly in the air. Breathless and a bit flustered, she turned away from the phone once more, her nervous gaze filled with warmth side eyed Cooper’s who was oblivious within the context.

He barked at her instead, snapping her out of her haze, and immediately composed herself to that idol persona she forced herself to have.

Catsarebetter23: somebody save Cooper rq

homophone_yh: YALL WHAT AM I WITNESSING RN??

asspalosers28: FUCK AESPA

Replying to asspaloser28, aespa4lifers: girl i wish

fajdlpxixos8282929: img…

ynoverhere: mammy

ynoverhere: mommy wyd

Safe to say, Giselle’s face was dangerously beet red now. Look at you, putting out your and hers business like that so easily.

Cooper was too unfazed though, not caring if his owner would pass out of a heat stroke.

Enough time passed now, and you were mindlessly commenting straight unfiltered, and she had enough of trying to keep her composure about this.

Calling her mommy in front of thousands and thousands of viewers? So unclassy!

“Well, Cooper’s a bit grumpy now… see you guys, bye-bye!” Wrapping up the Instagram live, she switched tabs ‘straight’ to yours and messaged you frantically.

Come over now. - Giselle

Surprisingly so, in conclusion, you listened and ended up cuddling her under the warm blankets with Cooper wrapped amidst the tangle of your arms like you’re both of his mothers.

Well, technically you two are.

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[hiraizyo]

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ touch me with a kiss.

pairing: lara raj x female reader

synopsis: any moment spent with lara would be considered your favorite, even if it was just lounging around at your place. a day of rest, no distractions, and little moments of sweet, innocent intimacy was where you found you love her the most.

tags: established relationship. fluff. slice of life.

a/n: super soft & fluffy <3 yn and lara really just wna cherish each other :(

it was barely past nine thirty in the morning, the sun’s rays peaking in through the curtains of your bedroom came in streaks of golden light. the place was quiet — a contrast to the outside world as people began waking up for their day despite it being a sunday; the reserved day for laziness.

it wasn’t like you were trying to be loud, but with the minimal amount of sleep you’d gotten (and the struggle of getting out of bed so early), plus the still dark and cozy room, made it difficult to move about as you knocked into the medium sized bookshelf, wincing to yourself as you steadied the wooden shelving unit.

you glanced over your shoulder, wondering if you’d woken up lara, but the girl was still asleep, nestled in the mess of the sheet and comforter.

you blew out a grateful breath, continuing the walk towards the corner of the room where all your shoes were kept in a messy heap. you reached down to quickly undo the laces and then rested your hands against the wall, forcefully pushing each shoe of by your heel.

unbeknownst to you, the sound of feet shuffling about stirred lara from her light slumber, turning over to lay on her stomach, head facing the left of her. eyes fluttering open slowly, she caught sight of you in the corner, pulling off a hoodie and throwing it to the side.

you faced the bed, expecting to see lara still sound asleep. once you’d noticed she was awake, even if it was barely, you smiled and sauntered over to the bed, sitting down beside her.

“g’morning, princess.” you said quietly, tucking a couple strands of hair behind her ear. your hand stayed there, playing with the bottom ends. “sorry, did i wake you?”

lara shook her head weakly, “i woke up earlier but you were gone, i didn’t even realize i dozed off again.”

the corners of your lips upturned in a small smile at her sleepy state, her voice still sounding tired. it was endearing to watch the way she struggled to stay awake, knowing how exhausted she was from all the work katseye had been doing.

“i had to leave to take my cousin to the airport this morning.” you briefly explained, tucking yourself back under the covers. “it slipped my mind to let you know, though.”

“‘ts fine,” the redhead yawned. you leaned your head on your elbow, right hand propped up as you gazed over her features. “you’re here now.”

“i am.” you replied, mumbling quietly into the air.

chuckling lightly, your eyes followed the girls movements as she lifted herself off the pillow and turned over to lay on her back, her hand gently wrapping around the base of your neck as she pulled you to lay with her. your propped up arm was now tucked under the pillow of your side, head resting on her chest. lara’s nails raked through your hair, sending tingles down your spine as you felt your muscles relax.

“did you miss your cuddle buddy?” you cheekily asked, eyelashes grazing her skin of her collarbone.

your girlfriend hummed, smiling to herself. “i did,” she whispered, closing her eyes as she welcomed the warm feeling of love. “you know i can’t sleep properly without you.”

“i know, my love.” you pressed a kiss to her collarbone, and then settled to snuggle in further against her, sighing contently.

lara’s breathing was slow and steady, your head rising and falling in sync with her upper body. being this close, you could practically hear her heartbeat, the sound calming you and lulling you into a drowsy state. soon, your eyes closed, and while the rest of the world awoke, sleep overtook you and lara once again.

later in the day, after you and lara had cooked and eaten breakfast together, you’d taken the time to start your morning routine, dressing in comfy clothes for the unproductive and lazy day. lara had been in the lounge, waiting for you once again.

“baby, have you seen any of my white shirts?”

the redhead turned around from her sitting position on the couch, now leaning up on her knees as she watched you walk out from the hallway. you wore a pair of sweats, hanging loosely on your hips, and a bra. her eyes danced over your body, being distracted by the lack of coverage on your chest.

she blinked, humming absentmindedly. “mh?”

you cocked your head to the side at her shameless staring, “my white nike shirt? you know, the one with the blue sleeves?”

lara was certainly enjoying the view, her mind short circuiting. if you’d been standing any closer, you’d be able to see the way her pupils dilated at the sight of you. finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the words registered.

“ah,” she nodded slowly. “what about it?”

you groaned at her unfocused response. “have you seen it?” you repeated your question, hoping this time lara was actually paying attention.

the indian bit her lip sheepishly, stifling a laugh and coughed lightly. “oh— um, it may or may not be at the katseye dorm.” her cheeks felt warm as she watched your head dipped, giving her look of fake disapproval.

“laraaa,” you drawled out, craning your neck upwards towards the ceiling. “that’s my favorite shirt.” you huffed, jutting your lips out slightly.

lara could only giggle at the sight. how could you be so cute and breathtaking all at the same time?

she moved from the couch and walked towards you, her hand extending out to grab onto your wrist, but you managed to slip away just in time and walked back into your room. she followed after you, a string of chuckles rolling past her lips.

you grabbed whatever shirt that caught your sight first, slipping it over your head, your arms going through the sleeves. lara stood behind you, watching you fix the shirt and begin to close the closet door, before her eyes caught sight of a certain pair of jeans that looked oddly familiar.

she shook her head, “i can’t believe you’re upset about the shirt when you have a pile of my clothes right there.”

you turned to face her after quickly shutting the closet door, “that’s different.” you replied, tilting your head to the side cheekily. “those ones aren’t special to you.”

the corner of her lips tugged into a smile. lara stepped closer to you as her hand snuck around your waist. “hypocrite.”

your hands found their way to her waist like second nature, as you stood holding one another delicately. when you went to respond, lara spoke again, an eyebrow raised teasingly. “besides, should your favorite shirt not belong to your favorite girl?”

your heart stuttered from how close she was, her voice low and her fingers traced circles against the material of the shirt. “mmkay, you got me there.” you replied, accepting defeat.

lara laughed softly, her lips pressing against yours for a brief kiss. it was sweet, filled with love and tender care, one that made your head spin and your knees weak.

“come on,” lara’s hand fell to intertwine your fingers. “we’ve got a movie waiting to be seen.”

“alright.” you said, taking in a sharp breath, and allowed her to pull you back to the living room, falling into one another on the couch.

it wasn’t out of the ordinary for lara to play you a few of her unreleased songs. in fact, it was almost a routine for you to be the first to hear any song of hers, whether it be the process of her writing, recording, and composing, or just hearing the final product. lara wanted you to be the first each time, she wanted to know your thoughts, hear your feedback.

the sound of her voice echoed around the kitchen as it played through a small speaker, lara’s phone being connected for over two hours now. you were finishing up the final touches of the pasta you and her decided to cook together, when she snuck up behind you and rested her chin on your shoulder.

“i wrote this song with you in mind, y’know.” she confessed, her breath tickling your skin.

you looked at her through your peripheral vision, smiling to yourself as your cheeks reddened. “is that so?” you hummed, dusting off your hands against the apron you wore.

“mmh,” lara nodded slowly, “what do you think?”

“i think it’s perfect, darling.” you told her, turning around in her arms and gazing at her with a look that made lara’s chest fill with heat. “i like every song of yours, but this… this one is something else. you never cease to amaze me.”

lara’s usual cool and confident demeanor shifted quickly. she ducked her head down and tucked it into your neck, a sudden wave of nervousness overtaking her.

it wasn’t the first time you’d compliment her work, but tonight seemed different. perhaps it was finally having you all to herself after the weeks of a busy schedule. or maybe it was the way you were able to spend a day together with no other commitments. maybe, it could’ve been the way you looked at her, the way you held onto her, but lara couldn’t deny you had her completely at your mercy.

your hand ran up to the back of her neck, fingers combing through her locks and over her baby hairs. “let’s dance.”

“what?” lara laughed, pulling away from you.

you nodded vigorously, smiling brightly at her. she laughed once again at your unexpected enthusiasm, watching as you gripped onto her hands and began to awkwardly sway by yourself.

“dance with me.”

lara could only stand and stare.

never in her life had she felt anything as strong as she did for you. with her experience in liking girls, they usually ended up loving her more. but with you, everything was different, more intensified, more electric — she’d never loved anyone as much as she did you.

her heartbeat quickened as you awkwardly tried to twirl her around. when she was facing you again, her breathing slowed and she felt herself fall all over again.

“you are so…” her words trailed off. lara began to sway slowly to regain some focus, allowing herself a moment of peace. “words can’t even begin to describe how i feel for you, yn.”

“that’s so cheesy,” you laughed, stepping backwards until your were arm’s length away. then, you stepped forward again until your lips ghosted over hers. “and extremely gay.”

lara’s daze of love quickly faltered at your comment, rolling her eyes with exaggeration.

“i hate you.” she mumbled, though her feet still moved in rhythm with yours. you let out a breathless titter, shaking your head.

“not in this lifetime.” you replied, and held up your right arm, bent slightly as your hand clasped into lara’s. you pulled her closer, until she was pressed against you in such a way that left no room for space.

lara placed a kiss on the crown of your head, and then in between your eyebrows, moving her lips all the way down until she reached your own.

the swaying stopped, now standing in one another’s arms, lips pressed together, while the rest of the world faded away. her lips were soft and tasted sweet, you sneakily swiped your tongue over her bottom lip, teasing her.

lara gripped your hand tighter, your arms still raised. she leaned into you some more, enough for her stumbling forward, feet almost crashing into yours. you pulled away with a giggle at her needy antics, kissing her lips a couple more times until the need for air for too much.

“we should eat before the food gets cold.” she told you, nodding to the side where the dish of pasta rests on the counter. you hummed, nodding in agreement, and pressed another lingering kiss before finally separating.

“i love our days like this.” you told her after a moment of silence, walking towards the dinner table with a plate of pasta.

lara followed behind you, two glasses of wine in hand and sat down to your left. “me too.” she smiled, “i can’t wait for more.”

you took her hand in your own and pressed a kiss against it, staring at her with shining eyes that held nothing but affection and endearment. you knew then and there, in that moment, lara would always be the one you’d love.

this love was raw, tender, passionate. this love was yours — and you cradled it carefully, clung to it like it was your lifeline — nothing could ever compare.

guess who’s back ??!?!!?? i hope y’all enjoyed <3 sorry for any typos or mistakes, i missed writing for katseye but i fear life & university took sm out of me. hopefully a few more fics will be posted while i still have the chance :)

until next time x

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EUNCHAE + KAZUHA + CHAEWON

'CRAZY' (English vers.) M/V ~ LE SSERAFIM

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