#Julie x Reader

[faebled-stories]

Hidden Strength

Kinkvember Day 7: Femdom/Immobilized

Kiss Of Life Han Julie x Male reader

7.3k words

The sun began its slow descent, casting a golden hue through the tall, narrow windows of Julie's dormitory, and you could feel the enchantment in the air. The light filled the small room with warmth, turning it into a sanctuary as beams of sun danced like whispers across the furnishings. Each detail glowed in this soft, waning light—the small, well-worn books stacked haphazardly on the desk, the laundry basket in the corner that had long since needed attention, and the plush throw blanket draped lazily over the back of a chair. Dust motes floated serenely through the light, resembling tiny stars suspended in a gentle, magical glow.

Julie stood near the entrance, carefully adjusting a small vase of fresh flowers she had picked from a nearby store earlier that morning. The vibrant yellows of daisies and deep purples of tulips stood out against the rustic wood of the console table. Each petal seemed to tell its own story of the sunlit day that had just passed, stories that matched the bubbling thrill that flickered in her eyes. Tonight was the night she had been looking forward to—an evening she had imagined over and over in her mind, a night where you, the one who stirred her soul in ways words couldn’t capture, would finally meet her friends. She’d run countless scenarios in her head about how this meeting would go, spinning fantasies and rehearsing introductions. But now, here in the warmth of her room, those fantasies felt tangible, almost alive, breathing alongside her anticipation.

The dorm itself mirrored Julie’s emotions: cozy, inviting, and filled with a subtle lavender fragrance that floated through the room, calming her nerves. Soft light spilled from the delicate table lamps, blending with the gentle twinkle of string lights draped across her ceiling, casting an intimate glow over everything. It was the sort of ambiance that drew you in, evoking memories of childhood sleepovers, whispered secrets, and moments when bonds seemed to deepen in the flicker of a candle’s flame.

Then, the familiar creak of the door broke through her thoughts, and she turned, her breath catching as you stepped inside. For a moment, her eyes softened, her gaze locking with yours as a warm smile blossomed on her lips. It was as if the entire room shifted to acknowledge your presence, grounding her swirling thoughts and calming the frantic rhythm of her heartbeat. You, with your quiet confidence and easy presence, seemed to blend into the warmth of her carefully crafted haven as if you belonged there.

Julie moved towards you, her smile widening as she leaned in to press a gentle kiss on your cheek—a gesture both tender and electric, filled with the quiet intimacy of everything unspoken between you. Her fingers lingered against your shoulder for a moment, and you could sense the pride in her eyes as she stepped back, letting you take in the room. A hint of curiosity danced in your gaze as you absorbed the cozy details, the careful touches that revealed so much of who Julie was.

“Come on,” she said softly, her voice steady, colored with the warmth of belonging and a spark of excitement she could barely contain. "They are all dying to meet you." The pride in her tone was unmistakable, as if she was welcoming you into a part of herself she rarely shared, inviting you deeper into her world.

As you walked with Julie toward the living room, laughter and lively voices spilled over from the trio who formed the heart of her group—Haneul, Belle, and Natty—lounging comfortably on an oversized sectional. The warmth of their camaraderie seemed to fill the entire space, and you could feel how much they meant to Julie; they weren’t just friends—they were chosen family, each one a vital thread woven into the fabric of her life. When they spotted you and Julie approaching, their faces lit up with joy, eyes twinkling with friendliness and a touch of curiosity. Julie’s hand rested lightly on your arm, guiding you forward, as if anchoring you to this moment she had longed to share.

As you got closer, you could hear snippets of their playful banter; Haneul animatedly recounted a missed class, waving her hands in exaggerated gestures, while Belle teased her with a mock scolding. Natty, sprawled out on the couch, chimed in with an enthusiastic nod, her laughter bubbling up and pulling everyone else along with it. You felt yourself relax, letting your natural charm surface as you joined in the conversation, tossing in a few witty comments that sparked more laughter. The group responded easily, welcoming you as if you’d always been a part of their tight-knit circle.

Julie stepped back a bit, watching the scene unfold with a quiet sense of pride blossoming in her chest. For her, this was more than just an evening with friends—it was a bridge between her worlds, a blending of the people she cherished most. And as laughter and light-hearted teasing filled the room, she couldn’t help but feel that this gathering marked the beginning of something beautiful.

“I can’t believe it took you this long to bring your boyfriend over—he’s so fun to be around!” Haneul teased, a mischievous grin lighting up her face as she nudged Julie playfully with her elbow. Her words carried a lighthearted energy that filled the dimly lit room, sparking another round of laughter. Julie chuckled, brushing off the teasing with a casual wave of her hand, her cheeks faintly flushed. “Yeah, it was about time,” she replied, her voice warm with both pride and affection.

The evening continued to unfold like the pages of a captivating novel, each conversation flowing effortlessly, every laugh weaving the group closer together. You found yourself laughing deeply, the kind of genuine laughter that only emerges in moments of pure connection. It was clear you belonged here, that your presence added something vibrant to their bond.

Natty, relaxed in the comfort of the shared dorm, had chosen a loose shirt, unconcerned about needing a bra. The soft fabric draped casually over her, shifting with her movements, adding an effortless allure. Her confidence and natural grace were palpable, a quiet charisma that drew people in without her even trying.

But as the night wore on, Julie’s smile wavered just slightly as she watched you talking animatedly with Natty. Natty, with her easy charm and relaxed demeanor, was practically family to Julie—a friend who had stood by her through secrets, laughter, and tears. Julie rarely felt anything other than complete trust in her. Yet tonight, a flicker of jealousy stirred within her as she noticed your gaze linger just a fraction too long on Natty’s chest, where the loose shirt dipped slightly, hinting at more than she could ignore.

It was barely a moment—a fleeting look, subtle enough that anyone else might have missed it. But for Julie, it was enough to send an unsettling ripple through her composure. Her stomach tightened as the thought took root, her mind spinning despite her efforts to shake it off. It wasn’t as though you’d crossed any lines; you were simply being your warm, charismatic self, engaging and open as always. Yet, that fleeting glance tapped into insecurities she thought she had buried, doubts lingering like shadows even amid her trust in both you and Natty.

Julie took a steadying breath, trying to refocus as she observed the scene, almost as if from a distance. Within her, a delicate balance of pride and vulnerability settled—a quiet mix of loyalty and uncertainty that she held onto as the evening continued around her.

Forcing a neutral expression, she tried to suppress the unease that draped over her like a heavy cloak. The room buzzed with laughter and teasing, yet it was becoming harder for her to fully engage. Each time you threw your head back in laughter, your charm seemed to grow under the admiring gaze of her friends. A pang of doubt fluttered in her chest, a quiet ambivalence tugging at the edges of her mind.

Soon, the conversation shifted to relationships—a topic Belle was particularly excited to explore. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she leaned forward, her smile playful and a bit too eager. “So, what’s it like dating Julie unnie?” she asked, eyes twinkling. “Is she totally whipped for you?” The room erupted in laughter, and Julie felt warmth creeping up her cheeks—a comment that would normally roll off her back but now struck a tender nerve. Should she let it go? She clenched her jaw, forcing a tight smile.

Natty joined in, her usual boldness paired with an audacious smirk. “She's the leader of our group,” she said, glancing at you with a teasing glint, “but I bet you call all the shots at home. I can’t imagine her being in charge over you.”

You didn’t respond right away, and the group took your silence as confirmation, murmuring their agreement with amused grins. Haneul, ever the instigator, jumped in with laughter, egging on the playful ribbing. “Oh, for sure! Julie unnie, the one in control everywhere except with you,” she teased, nudging you with a wink.

The jests and laughter swirled around Julie like rising waves, each remark chipping away at her composure. She glanced anxiously at you, waiting—hoping—for you to step in and defend her, to assert the truth of your relationship and challenge their playful assumptions. But instead, you chuckled along with them, a casual shrug signaling that, to you, it was all just lighthearted banter. Seconds stretched into what felt like an eternity, and her stomach knotted tightly.

Your silence felt like a quiet betrayal. Why would you let them see her in such a simplistic, inaccurate way? How could you stand by, leaving the depth and nuances of your relationship blurred by their teasing?

A slow heat builds within Julie, anger bubbling beneath the surface, though she covers it with an artificial laugh, going along with the banter for the sake of appearances. Inwardly, her thoughts race, composing pointed retorts and fierce arguments she plans to unleash later. The laughter continues to fill the room, but joy feels painfully out of reach. She clutched the edge of your drink a bit tighter, hoping it’ll keep her grounded, but the jealousy from earlier and frustration continue to churn within, casting shadows that refuse to dissipate.

When the night finally winds down, and her friends’ laughter fades to soft goodbyes, Julie and you step out into the cool night air. The chill hits her like a sharp wave, bracing against her skin and momentarily clearing her head. But the fresh air does little to ease the simmering frustration that has been building inside her all evening.

The moment the door thuds shut behind her and you, cutting off the final echoes of laughter, the tension inside her snaps, unraveling the careful restraint she held all night. She turns to you, words tumbling out like a dam finally broken. “What the hell was that back there?” Her voice is low, sharp, and cold as it slices through the quiet of the night.

You blink, taken aback by the intensity in her tone. “What are you talking about?” you ask, confusion and concern mixing in your voice.

She crosses her arms, instinctively tightening them across her chest as if holding herself together against the flood of emotions threatening to spill. “You just sat there and let them say all that crap,” she spits, her voice trembling despite its force. “They were making me out to be a pushover, like I’m some kind of doormat at home. And you didn’t defend me—not once! Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?”

Your eyes widen as realization sinks in, and guilt begins to weave through your thoughts. You open your mouth to respond, but she cuts you off before you can form the words. Taking a step closer, she looks up at you, her eyes glistening with restrained anger and hurt. “I expected you to set the record straight. To tell them that’s not who I am. But instead, you just… laughed along. Like it was all true.”

The accusation hangs heavy in the chilly air, each word settling deep. You feel the pang of guilt flicker across your face as you reach out, hesitating, searching for the right thing to say. But her gaze stops you, piercing and unwavering, a mix of anger and wounded pride. Beneath her anger, you see a raw sense of betrayal that gnaws at her, aching and exposed. This was supposed to be the night she introduced you to the people closest to her, the ones who saw her as strong and capable. Instead, she feels as though she’s been reduced to a shallow caricature, her relationship glossed over for the sake of a joke you let slide.

She draws a shaky breath, lowering her arms as she tries to steady herself, grounding the storm that churns inside her. “We’ll talk about this when we get home,” she says, her voice resolute and final, leaving no room for debate. She needs space to process the whirlwind of emotions before anything else can be said.

Your shoulders slump, and you nod silently, regret etching lines across your face. The two of you begin the walk back to your shared apartment in tense silence, each step echoing the growing chasm between you. The usual warmth and ease that bind you feel absent, replaced by a heavy, strained quiet that makes every footfall feel burdensome. The silence amplifies the divide, thick with unspoken words and unresolved emotions, each step stretching the space further.

As you walk, she’s lost in thought, memories of the evening replaying in relentless loops. Every laugh, every teasing remark, and every moment you’d laughed along instead of defending her plays like an unending scene in a theater she can’t escape. Frustration simmers, coiling tightly in her stomach as she tries to understand how you could have missed how deeply it affected her, how your silence felt like a silent endorsement of their jokes.

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The familiar sight of your apartment, once a place that buzzed with shared laughter and the comfort of mutual understanding, now looms ahead, transformed into an arena of silent reckoning. Julie’s eyes, which once sparkled with shared secrets and inside jokes, now bore into you with a steely resolve that leaves no room for misinterpretation.

When she speaks, the word hangs in the air like a final verdict. “Strip.”

You find yourself obeying, not out of fear, but out of a deep-seated need to atone for your transgression.

As you undress, the gravity of the situation becomes increasingly palpable. Each article of clothing that hits the floor feels heavier than the last, a testament to your surrender and an acknowledgment of the power dynamics that have shifted so abruptly. The room, usually filled with warmth and comfort, seems to shrink around you, intensifying the awareness of your exposed state. The chair in the center, once ordinary, now holds an ominous presence, its unyielding surface a prelude to the control Julie is about to wield.

Sitting there, naked and vulnerable, your exposure transcends the physical; it becomes a baring of your very soul, a silent plea for forgiveness and understanding. The cool air of the apartment skates over your skin, raising goosebumps and sending shivers racing down your spine. Every sense feels heightened, tuned to the faintest sounds—the rustle of fabric, the soft creak of the floorboards, and the steady rhythm of her movement as she prepares. The anticipation stretches each second into an eternity, your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

When Julie finally reemerges, the transformation is striking. Gone is the warm, light-hearted partner who shared laughter with you earlier in the night. In her place stands a figure of dominance, her presence commanding and confident. She is dressed in black, the fabric accentuating her form with precision, glinting subtly as she moves. In her hands are the tools of her trade: silken ropes that promise both comfort and captivity, a spreader bar that signals the extent of your impending restraint, and a gag that will soon silence your words.

Julie’s movements are deliberate, each step resonating through the quiet room. The click of her heels on the hardwood floor becomes a countdown to when your world will narrow to just her and the sensations she chooses to inflict. She pauses in front of you, her gaze sweeping over your form with a look that is both critical and approving. It’s not cruelty in her eyes but satisfaction—a shared acknowledgment of the trust underlying this exchange.

“Hands,” she commands, her voice low and unwavering. You comply immediately, bringing your wrists behind you as she steps closer. The scent of her perfume reaches you, teasing your senses. Her fingers are skilled, weaving the ropes with a practiced ease, the loops snug but not cutting. Each knot holds you firmly in place, ensuring your surrender is complete. The bindings serve as a tangible reminder of your submission, tightening with every subtle shift of your body.

Julie's eyes glinting with mischief as she picks up the gag. She holds it up for a moment, searching your gaze for that final glimmer of acceptance. She moves closer, fitting the gag around your head. The material presses into your lips, silencing any potential words. As the gag muffles your voice, turning your apologies and pleas into soft, incoherent murmurs that fill the room, Julie smiles in satisfaction.

The sensation is disorienting yet electrifying, deepening your vulnerability. With a playful smirk, she reaches for the spreader bar, attaching it firmly, stretching your legs and enhancing the sense of helplessness. You feel the weight of your submission settle in, the world around you narrowing to just her and the anticipation of what comes next.

She steps back to assess her work, the room momentarily filled with nothing but the sound of your breathing, now shallow and uneven. The silence stretches, amplifying the thrum of anticipation coursing through you. Her gaze lingers as she runs a finger down your arm, trailing goosebumps in its wake. The spreader bar still lies within reach, a promise waiting to be fulfilled.

“Do you know why you’re in this position?” she asks, her voice slicing through the quiet with a commanding edge. The question hangs in the air, charged with expectation.

You nod, the movement subtle but insistent. Your eyes meet hers, carrying an apology and submission that don’t need words. But the nod alone isn’t enough for her.

“Good,” she whispers, leaning down until her breath warms your skin. “Then you’re going to be a good boy and take everything I give you tonight. Understand?”

You nod again, more fervently this time, the gag pressing against your mouth as you do. Your heart thunders as her words echo in your mind, sending a pulse of anticipation through you that makes every nerve in your body come alive. Her lips curl into a smirk as she straightens, her eyes never leaving yours.

And with that, the teasing began.

Julie moves with a predator's grace, each step calculated and precise. She brushes against you, her body a whisper against your skin, as she circles the chair like a huntress toying with her prey. Every nerve heightens in suspense, registering each point of contact—her breasts grazing your arm, her hips swaying against your legs. The gag renders your mouth useless, but your eyes betray a silent, unspoken desire.

Her fingers skim lightly over your thighs and stomach, deliberately avoiding your most sensitive areas, savoring the way your body tenses under her touch. Fingernails scrape gently over your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

"Already squirming," she teases, voice soft yet commanding. "I haven’t even started, and you’re falling apart."

A muffled groan escapes as your body instinctively yearns for more. She revels in your helpless state, bound and utterly under her control. Her fingers dance over your chest, tracing the contours of your muscles before finally grazing the tip of your hardened length. The touch is fleeting, barely enough to satisfy the ache building within, but just enough to keep you teetering on the edge.

"So needy already," she murmurs, dark amusement flickering in her eyes as she continues her tantalizing torment. "And I’ve barely touched you."

Julie’s mastery in the art of dominance is clear in the way she commands every inch of your submission, drawing out your reactions like a skilled musician coaxing a melody from each note. She knows the true power lies in denial, in the sweet agony of anticipation. Her hands explore further, tracing the lines of your torso, shifting between feather-light touches and firmer caresses.

The dynamic between you pulses with an electrifying tension, a charged dance of dominance and submission. Without warning, she climbs onto your lap, her thighs bracketing your hips as she straddles you. Her warmth presses against you, her slickness gliding over your length, coating you with her arousal and leaving a heated trail that only deepens the fire within you, threatening to consume you both in its intensity.

Her hips start a slow, deliberate grind, pressing her heat against you in a rhythm that’s both seductive and torturous, a constant teasing friction that only intensifies your need. Each controlled roll of her body against yours sends waves of pleasure rippling through you, spreading outward until every inch of your skin feels alive, hypersensitive to her slightest movement. She holds herself just out of reach, the wetness from her core brushing and slicking along your length, leaving you taut with need, your body practically vibrating with anticipation. Each soft gasp that escapes her lips as she moves only fuels the growing ache within you, driving you to instinctively buck your hips, craving to close the maddening distance, to press deeper into her warmth.

But the restraints binding you to the chair hold fast, forcing you to submit, a stark reminder of your willing captivity. Every strained movement, every pull against the bindings, only sharpens the ache, the urgency growing with each second she remains perched atop you, tantalizingly close but just out of reach.

She catches sight of the glistening evidence of your arousal at your tip, coated in her own slickness, a satisfied smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Leaking already," she murmurs, the tone a mixture of amusement and smug satisfaction. Her eyes gleam with wicked delight, drinking in every bit of evidence of your desire. "So desperate for me… and I haven’t even let you inside. Pathetic."

Her words cut through the fog of arousal, a sharp contrast to the gentleness of her fingers as they begin to wander, tracing languid lines across your chest. Her fingertips drift over your skin with a possessive tenderness, mapping each contour and ridge with expert care. Her nails skim along your muscles, trailing down over the firm lines of your torso and sending jolts of heat to every nerve, her touch both thrilling and maddeningly slow.

She leans in, her breath warm against your neck as she murmurs softly, her voice carrying a tone of command that feels both soft and absolute. Every inch of you responds to her, every nerve straining toward her touch as she masterfully pushes and pulls you between desire and restraint, leading you through a symphony of sensation, teasing you closer and closer to the edge without allowing release.

Your breaths come shallow and ragged, each exhale a silent plea for mercy as your gaze meets hers, desperation clear in your eyes. But there’s a glint of mischief in her expression as she holds you there, a silent acknowledgment that she’s in complete control. She has you—body and mind, bound and utterly at her mercy, while she conducts each sensation with calculated precision.

In one swift, unexpected move, she rises from your lap, leaving you throbbing, trembling with unfulfilled longing. The sudden absence of her warmth is jarring, a shock that leaves you gasping as your body craves her all the more. Helpless, you watch as she steps back, just out of reach, her gaze sweeping over you with a look of calm satisfaction, savoring the power she holds. She’s a goddess in her own right, basking in the way you devour her with your eyes, the silent worship etched across every fiber of your being.

With a fluid gesture, Julie blindfolds you, plunging you into darkness where every other sense sharpens. "You don’t get to beg with your eyes anymore," she murmurs, her lips brushing the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "You’ll just have to feel." Deprived of sight, every whisper of her movement against your skin intensifies, turning each caress into a new form of exquisite torture.

She kneels down and her hand wraps firmly around your shaft, motionless yet charged with intent. You can feel the beat of your own pulse against her palm, each rhythmic throb amplifying the ache within you. She holds you just like that, unhurried, letting the tension build until every second feels like an eternity.

Then, almost imperceptibly, her arm began to move. Each stroke is a maddening tease—soft, deliberate, and just enough to make your muscles clench with anticipation, but never enough to bring you the release you crave. She slides her hand upward, a slow and torturous ascent that ignites every nerve along the way, until she stops just below the tip. Her grip tightens just a little, holding you there, keeping you on edge, her control turning your desire into a relentless pulse.

After a breathless pause, she reverses course, moving just as slowly down to the base and stopping again. The deliberate rhythm—up, pause, down, pause—leaves you trembling, body taut and shivering under the command of her touch. Each hold, each slight squeeze, feels like both a promise and a denial, the tension building with every passing second. It’s a masterful, torturous dance, and you’re ensnared in her control, helpless yet entranced by her command over your senses.

Her lips part in a sly smile "Look at you," she murmurs, her voice low and honeyed. "So hard, so ready and I decide when you’re satisfied." Her words are a silken reminder of her power, and the restraint she demands makes the desire inside you swell even further, twisting with both longing and surrender.

Just when the suspense is unbearable, she leans closer, her breath grazing your length, warm and tantalizing. The soft, steady rhythm of her exhale sends ripples of heat through you, and the contrast between her closeness and the aching need intensifies the tension coiling within. Her breath lingers, teasing, as if savoring every second of the anticipation.

Then, her lips brush lightly against the tip, a feather-soft kiss that makes your entire body jolt in response. In that instant, a drop of anticipation escapes, and she notices, her gaze fixated on each pulse of your member. She dips her head, the tip of her tongue darting out just enough to scoop the small drop, her touch maddeningly gentle.

Her tongue traces the tiniest, deliberate flick across the sensitive skin, collecting the bead with exquisite care. Each soft, restrained stroke of her tongue stokes the fire within, leaving you teetering on the edge of release yet held back, her control absolute. Each touch is measured, perfectly calculated to keep you suspended between need and surrender, an unrelenting tease that keeps you helplessly ensnared.

Your muscles strain against the bonds that hold you, your body surrendering to the exquisite torment she inflicts. The pride that once stiffened your spine melts under her touch, leaving you utterly exposed and vulnerable. In this game of pleasure and restraint, Julie is the undisputed master.

"What a pathetic mess," she taunts, amusement lacing her voice as she revels in her dominion over your body. "You tower me and yet I can make you crumble with just a touch." Her words cut both as a rebuke and a compliment, a testament to her irresistible allure.

With each slow stroke along your shaft and each flick of her tongue over the sensitive tip, she brings you to the very edge of release, only to pull back, leaving you teetering on the brink of bliss. Your body arches, straining against the restraints, desperate for the ultimate surrender that only she can offer.

Then, without warning, she stops.

Julie stands back, posture exuding a blend of amusement and authority, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her lips as she watches your frustrated contortions. Her eyes glint with mischief, sparkling like sunlight on an unruly sea, as she takes in the sight of you squirming under the weight of your desire. The tension thickens, a palpable pulse wrapping around you both, amplifying every flicker of energy flowing between you.

“You want to cum so badly, don’t you?” she taunts, her voice dropping to a low, sultry purr that resonates in the core of your being, each syllable dripping with seduction. The words hang in the air, tantalizing and laced with playful command, pulling you even deeper into her orbit. She leans closer, her warm breath brushing against your skin, strengthening the connection that crackles between you.

“Beg for it,” she continues, her tone turning sharper, though still steeped in teasing allure. “Apologize for what you did to me earlier.” Her eyes narrow, challenging you to surrender, to embrace the vulnerability simmering just beneath the surface. The power dynamic dances between you, electric and heady, anticipation swirling like a cyclone that leaves you breathless, utterly captivated by her control.

Your response is a garbled attempt at speech, the gag reducing your words to incomprehensible murmurs. Yet the desperation is unmistakable, a raw testament to the intensity of your need.

Julie chuckles softly, her breath hot and laced with playful mischief as she leans in, her lips hovering near your ear. The warmth radiating from her skin sends a shiver down your spine, heightening the tension simmering between you.

“I can’t understand you,” she teases, voice low and sultry, each word leaving a trail of excitement in the still air. Her playful tone cuts through the intensity, a lightness that only sharpens the edge of the moment. A mischievous grin dances across her lips, a blend of challenge and allure that sets your heart racing.

“You’ll have to try harder than that,” she purrs, her eyes bright with mischief. The space between you crackles with unspoken desire as you struggle to respond, caught in the spell she weaves. Julie’s confidence and sass infuse the moment with an infectious thrill, holding you captive in a deliciously precarious game of cat and mouse.

With renewed urgency, you try again to plead, your muffled cries growing more frantic. But Julie’s smirk remains, her head shaking in silent refusal as she drinks in your pleas, delight flickering in her gaze.

The seconds stretch, each one a small eternity that settles heavily on your consciousness. The yearning inside intensifies, a silent plea for release that feels like a prayer. Each minute seems to stretch further, blending into a timeless void filled only with the sound of your ragged breaths and the pounding of your heart.

Julie watches with an intensity that’s both unsettling and thrilling, her gaze tracking every twitch, every involuntary shudder that runs through you. She seems to derive a certain pleasure from this power, this control she holds over you.

Then, as if guided by an impulsive whim or sensing a subtle shift within you, her demeanor changes. Her fingers, which have been teasing around your length, suddenly tighten around your shaft. The warmth of her palm contrasts sharply with the cool air, the pressure sending a jolt of electricity through your body.

In an instant her hand begins to move in deliberate, fast strokes. Each motion is a symphony of sensation, a calculated descent into the depths of pleasure. Your muscles coil like a spring, tension mounting with every pass of her hand.

The room fills with the sound of your muffled moans, the gag doing little to stifle the raw, animalistic noises escaping your throat. Parched from panting, forming words becomes impossible, but your body speaks for you, each tremor a language of pure need. Your back arches, every fiber straining against the crescendo of sensation threatening to overwhelm.

Then, with a suddenness that’s both startling and inevitable, the wave of release crashes over you. After the relentless teasing and countless moments held just on the brink, the sensation is nothing short of explosive. It’s as though every nerve in your body has been ignited, the intense buildup finally finding its release in a torrent that consumes you completely. The climax is powerful and shuddering, each pulse deeper and more overwhelming than the last, streaking across your stomach and chest as Julie angles you just so, letting every drop land exactly where she intended.

The sensation is almost blinding, leaving you trembling in its wake. The sheer force of release leaves your muscles shuddering, as if they’re catching up to the relief they’ve been denied for so long. Your breaths come in sharp gasps, each one echoing the intensity of everything you’ve been holding back. Every ounce of tension unwinds, cascading through your limbs until you feel weightless, utterly spent.

As the aftershocks ripple through you, your head was buzzing, the world narrowed to the warmth and satisfaction coursing through your body. Julie’s hand slows, her touch soft and almost reverent as she loosens her grip, fingers tracing gentle circles along your skin. Her gaze lingers over the evidence of her careful work, a quiet triumph in her eyes as she takes in the effect she’s had on you, savoring each tremor and shallow breath.

You thought you were done, that the punishment had finally matched the crime, but you couldn't have been more wrong. The game is far from over.

The air hangs heavy with the scent of leather and the unmistakable musk of arousal, filling the space between you. Julie’s fingers work with expert precision as she reaches for the buckle behind your head, the slick click of metal releasing the ball gag from your mouth breaking the tense silence. As the gag falls away, you gasp for air, your chest heaving with a sharp, grateful intake, savoring the rush of cool air against your parched throat—a fleeting relief from the intensity she’s kept you under.

But she allows you no time to settle. Her fingers glide up to the blindfold, and with a quick tug, she pulls it away, letting light spill into your vision. Your eyes squint and blink, adjusting to the sudden brightness after so long in darkness, the details of the room coming back into focus in a dazed, almost surreal clarity. Julie’s face comes into view, her gaze heavy with satisfaction, her expression carrying the weight of everything she’s just put you through.

In one fluid motion, she gathers the overwhelming evidence of your surrender—your release, slick, warm and copious in her hand, holding it up between you, letting the light catch it as if it were some prized possession. Her eyes, dark and filled with a knowing glint, meet yours, and the look she gives you is laced with pride, satisfaction, and a sense of complete ownership that sends another shiver down your spine.

Her expression speaks volumes, a blend of triumph and control, as if marking this moment as her own creation. The silence stretches, laden with all the unspoken promises she’s fulfilled, and the intensity of her gaze makes it clear that she isn’t done with you yet.

“Open,” she commands, her voice a silky rasp that brooks no disobedience. Your lips part instinctively, the submissive reflex inside you responding to her dominance. Slowly, deliberately, she tips her hand, letting the viscous fluid slide over your tongue. The taste is salty, bitter—a potent reminder of your surrender.

"Keep it there until I say otherwise," she instructs, her tone leaving no room for misunderstanding. You nod slightly, eyes wide, a blend of fear, excitement, and adoration clouding your gaze. A soft whine escapes you, a sound that speaks volumes about your submission.

Her hand resumes its relentless rhythm on your sensitive member, merciless in its pace, drawing you back to the peak of pleasure despite the sharp, overstimulated ache that borders on pain. Each jolt that courses through your body makes you feel your vulnerability tenfold. The strength you once prided yourself on is gone, leaving you trembling, utterly at her mercy.

“Keep squirming” she purrs, eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she revels in the sight of you reduced to this state. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Your body twitches under her touch, control completely relinquished to her hands. The overstimulation is overwhelming, but stopping is a luxury she’s denied you, and you’re left trapped in an intoxicating blend of ecstasy and agony that only she can navigate.

Julie’s eyes, darkened with unrestrained desire, stay locked onto yours as her slick hand works you closer and closer. But there’s no comfort in her gaze, only dominance and satisfaction as she sees you fall apart under her touch. She leans in, a mocking smile on her lips. “Look at you—just a mess. Can’t even handle a little girl like me.”

The pressure builds unbearably, each second a dizzying rush that overwhelms you. Your face twists in desperation, begging silently for her mercy as her pace continues. Just when you think you can’t bear it anymore, your control shatters, a raw moan escapes you as a couple drops of liquid spills from your lips onto your chest as your release is forced from you again.

But Julie only smirks, her hand still working with an unrelenting rhythm, refusing to give you even a moment’s reprieve. She watches, amused, as you whimper and struggle beneath her, her mocking voice low and taunting. “I didn’t say you could stop.”

Your eyes widen, pleading, but she doesn’t relent. The sensitivity has your body spasming under her touch, every nerve frayed as she pushes you toward a second release, knowing it will push you past all limits. You can only submit, powerless as she drives you quickly over the edge again.

With a broken moan that quickly crescendos into a loud, uncontrollable cry, your body surrenders, releasing one last time in a shuddering wave. The climax is so overwhelming that your muscles, usually clenching tight in moments like this, go limp under her dominance. The sensation crashes over you, leaving your mind blank and your body helplessly convulsing.

As the intensity peaks, your previous release spills from your mouth, dripping down to your chest and mingling with the sweat beading your skin. The warm, slick mess spreads across your torso, the sensation amplifying the vulnerability coursing through you. Every fiber of your being is overtaken, leaving you quivering and trembling as she finally eases her grip. You collapse, utterly spent and broken before her, breaths coming in ragged gasps as the overstimulation echoes through your limbs.

Julie’s eyes never leave yours as she leans in, claiming your mouth in a fierce, possessive kiss that leaves you gasping. She pulls back with a sharp smirk, then spits harshly onto your chest, the suddenness of it making you shudder as the warmth mixes with the already smeared fluids. The act stings with raw dominance, each drop marking her claim. Slowly, she drags her fingers through the blend, smearing it purposefully across your skin. Each stroke is deliberate, a cool reminder of her power as her touch lingers over your heaving chest, spreading the warmth until it clings to every inch of you.

“There,” she murmurs with a smirk, voice a perfect blend of pride and satisfaction. “Now you’ll remember exactly who owns you.”

Julie rises slowly, her fingers gliding down your chest, pausing to press lightly where your heartbeat betrays your surrender. She steps back, her eyes sweeping over you—bound to the chair, hands secured tightly behind your back, legs spread wide by the bar at your ankles. Every inch of you is exposed, vulnerable, and yet there’s no desire to resist. The calmness settles deeper, the certainty of yielding to her undeniable.

A small, satisfied smile plays at the corner of her lips as she studies you, taking in the way the ropes hold you exactly where she wants. Her gaze fixes on you with a confidence that’s unbreakable. “This,” she says, her tone soft yet edged with command, “is exactly where you belong. Tied up, under my control, waiting for my command. You don’t get to call the shots here—that’s my role.” Her words settle over you, embedding themselves like an invisible mark, a seal on the surrender you feel.

She steps behind you, her hands resting firmly on your shoulders, anchoring you in her presence. She begins to knead away the last traces of tension, her fingers firm yet gentle, drawing you deeper into her influence. A shiver races down your spine as she leans close, her breath warm against your ear.

“Think about tonight,” she murmurs, her voice both soft and unshakable, as though each word is settling into you. “Think about how easily you yield, how completely you become mine, just as you are right now. Because this”—her nails trail lightly down your back, drawing a sharp breath from you—“is how things will be. In this house, and anywhere else we go.”

Her hands slide back to your wrists, her fingers deftly working to untie the ropes that have held you so tightly. She moves with care, releasing each bond one by one, each motion a reminder of her control. Even as the ropes fall away, the feeling of being held by her command remains. She moves to your front, kneeling to remove the spreader bar from your ankles, her fingers brushing your skin lightly, each touch a reminder that it’s her choice to free you, her decision.

Once free, you feel the urge to stretch, but her gaze roots you to the spot, grounding you in her authority. Her eyes stay fixed on you, unwavering, and without a word, the weight of her expectation presses down. It’s instinctive—you feel yourself slowly sinking down, lowering to your knees before her, your hands coming to rest at your sides.

Julie steps closer, her fingers reaching for your chin. She tilts your head up, bringing your eyes to meet hers, and the weight of her command settles even deeper within you.

“This,” she says, her thumb brushing softly over your jawline, “is exactly where you belong—at my feet, waiting for my word. I want you to see who’s in control, who makes the choices. And every time you look at me like this, you’ll remember that every action, every decision, is mine.” Her fingers tighten just slightly, her gaze holding yours with a depth that leaves no room for doubt.

You nod subtly, the acceptance in your gaze mirroring her certainty. Her hold on your chin remains, her fingers pressing a little firmer, reinforcing the truth she’s just spoken. “I don’t want you to just obey. I want you to feel it, to know that every inch of you is mine to command. You stay when I say stay. You move when I allow it. Understand?”

The air is thick with her authority, her words pressing into you, reinforcing her control in every possible way. You nod then finally, she releases your chin.

She smiles, her satisfaction evident. “Good,” she murmurs, watching you closely. “Get up and go clean yourself. Then meet me in bed. We're going to discuss your behavior at the dorm.”

You rise slowly, each movement a reminder of the boundaries she’s drawn. As you turn toward the bathroom, you feel her gaze lingering, following you like a weight that holds you in place even as you walk away. And when the door clicks shut behind you, the image of her small, knowing smile remains etched in your mind—a reminder of the perfect place she’s found for you, right where she intended.

[melanchoire]

natty and julie g!p using the reader as a cum deposit :(

it’s public knowledge that julie and natty are the dynamic duo of kiss of life, the ones who always have somewhat daring interactions or the ones who tend to become popular more often. both of them have their own charm and a way of easily stealing the hearts of the public

and you loved being able to joke around with them! you know, it’s more than usual to see them both acting mega fruity and clingy on stage, so sometimes you liked to be part of the fun and join them. but there are times when you cross the boundaries and they have to put you in your place

julie’s grip on your hair was painful, making you throw your head back and look into her eyes. she just looks at you with a pout as she tilts her head, pushing her hips back as she pulls her cock out of your mouth, a thick thread of your saliva mixed with her cum connecting from your lips to the head of her cock. you think it’s your chance to take a breath of air after your leader has been fucking your face for the last half hour, but her other hand is holding her cock in a loose grip, slowly moving up and down its length before giving your lips a few little taps with the head, telling you to open your mouth again

“you were quite daring today, (y/n). dancing like that, grinding your ass against natty like that, shamelessly touching my body… what do you think, natty?”

natty was kneeling behind you, her hips slamming against your ass with every hard, sharp thrust she gave, making you gasp every time she buried her cock inside you and the head kissed your cervix. “i think she still deserves another load, julie. we have all this cum for (y/n)nie and i don’t think she wants it wasted on the sheets, do you?”

and you couldn’t even dare to answer or say anything about it, because again, julie pushed her cock into your mouth, cooing when you accepted her order without even protesting, knowing that they weren’t done with you yet

[alcoholfreenayeon]

Midas Touch

CW: Julie x Reader, smut, nsfw, oral, slight exhibitionism, public sex

A/N: I was threatened to write this.

You dutifully note down the important points the teacher makes. It’s really no surprise, you were the perfect student. Straight A’s, the unappreciated school star for badminton, perfect attendance, you name it. Everything you did, you were not just good but perfect at it. The teachers joked that you had a Midas touch since everything you touched seemed to be golden, perfect. Unfortunately….this was not appreciated by your peers as much as it was by your teachers who labeled you a nerdy loser try hard.

“And your partner will be Julie, it’s the only way she can pass this subject”, the teacher comments distastefully as she hears giggling from the back of the class. “Did you hear that Julie? You are paired with Y/N for the presentation.”

Immediately the giggling stops and you hear Julie standing up in protest, “What! I thought you said we can choose our own partners for the presentation and you approved of Belle-”

“That was before the mid term results were out and do I need to remind you-”, the teacher begins.

“Fine! Whatever.”, Julie says with a roll of her eyes and a loud sigh clearly showing her displeasure.

The rest of the class goes pretty smoothly actually, you can occasionally hear Julie’s clique poking fun at her for being stuck with the ‘nerd’ but you didn’t care for their opinion of you too much. Sure you’d prefer that they like you and that you can be popular like them but grades were more important to you and you were not going to her affect yours. Besides given her track record, you were going to end up doing the entire thing yourself anyway.

After class, you realized you had an hour to kill before your badminton practice and decided you might as well talk out the beginning of the project with Julie. As you approach her, you immediately see her friends snicker and point while Julie rolls her eyes, “What do you want.”

All of a sudden, you felt your confidence leave you, the words wouldn’t come out of your mouth and you began to feel really self conscious. The way you were being judged right now, you didn’t like it at all. “I just wanted to-to talk about the proje-presentation”, you manage to squeak out causing them to snicker and whisper more.

Julie looks at you with a pitiful expression, “Oh honey…are you being serious right now? The day has not even ended and you are already wanting to start on it like a goody two shoes. Please be for real. Besides do you like even need my help? I’m pretty sure someone like you doesn’t like it when things aren’t perfect and not done your way so why don’t you just go ahead and do it by yourself like you probably already expected to”, she says dismissively.

Her words sting. Even more so because she wasn’t wrong. You saw her as a slacker and someone who was happy with the bare minimum while you strived for the best. Even if she did do a bit of work, you were probably going to improve it and double check it anyway. But being talked to this way still hurt. You clench your fists as your lip quivers and you take a deep breath to calm yourself. “That’s not going to happen.”, you manage to say weakly. “We are going to work on it as a team like it’s supposed to be and if you don’t do your part, I won’t fix it and both our grades will be affected. Although yours more than mine so keep that in mind. The teacher already is looking for an excuse to fail you and your dad’s “donations” can only help you so much Julie.”, the words come out harsher than you intended and perhaps would have made even more of an impression if you weren’t being so quiet but it still worked.

Her friends became silent while she studied you with a half raised eyebrow, annoyance, intrigue and dare you say, even a bit of respect seemed to be etched on her face. You hold your breath, hoping she doesn’t call your bluff. A moment passes. And then another….

“Fine”, Julie sighs, “Let’s get this over with.”

You sigh in relief, giving her your address and fixing a meet up time before going back to class.

A few hours later, you are walking back home, feeling a bit tired from your classes and badminton training and as you walk up your stairs, you are surprised to see Julie sitting near the top.

“Finally, I was beginning to think you had given me the wrong address”, Julie comments distastefully.

“Uhm…weren’t we supposed to meet at 4:30-oh”, you check the time to see it’s already 4:50.

Julie sighs, “Whatever. Let’s just go in. The air in here stinks.”

You take a deep breath, of course she’s being moody. She’s used to mansions and villas. Not run down student apartments. She probably thinks you are a peasant.

You let her in your place and you both sit on the table and begin to brainstorm. Well kinda. It was more like you suggesting a topic and Julie looking at you blankly. It took some time but she finally showed interest in one of your suggestions and you both began to make notes.

A few minutes later you accidentally dropped your pen. You lean in below the table to grab it when you end up seeing Julie’s legs, the way her thigh highs stopped just above her knees and the way her skirt-you snap out of it and shake your head. No way are you going to think of her of all people in this way. It wasn’t that she wasn’t pretty, quite the opposite, she was stunningly beautiful, sexy, alluring, you name it. It was just that there was no point in yearning for someone like her since she was so far above your league. Not to mention the occasional bullying she would do to you. You sigh and continue to do your work.

Julie took a deep breath. This was getting annoying now. She was feeling stumped on the topic now after noting down what little she knew of it and when she tried to look it up on her phone, the shitty website was so littered with ads and pop ups that she couldn’t make anything out. Also she was feeling restless. This chair wasn’t exactly what she was used to. In fact she was surprised this could even be called that. It was hard as a rock, didn’t have armrests and it was beginning to feel like she’d get splinters on her soft skin. She was used to the best luxuries that life had to offer, being the eldest child of one of the richest people in the city.

“Do you have something I can use to look this part up?”, she asks hopefully.

“Uh, yeah, the computer is in the bedroom.”, you say absentmindedly as you keep working while Julie makes her way to your room.

Julie sits on the computer chair and leans back with a sigh of relief, finally a chair that is comfortable to sit on. As she leans back and glances at the computer screen, her interest is piqued. “No way”, she murmurs in surprise, “this might be interesting”. She grins as she finds that you had left the smut you were reading open. She begins to read it.

You stretch as you finish another page of notes. This was good progress. And with Julie researching, the two of you might get a decent grade. Your face falls as you note the silence of Julie and recall what you last had on your computer and you rush to your room.

“Wait!”, you yell as you enter only to find Julie grinning as she has the tab open. Immediately your face flushes, shame, anger and embarrassment all flood through you.

“Who would have thought!”, Julie coos as she grins at you. “The Y/N would be into this kind of thing. Honestly this is crazy, I half expected a good two shoes like you to not even know how it’s done but my god I was wrong. Exhibitionism? Choking? This is the kind of thing you are into? Good for you!”.

“Shut up!”, you say through gritted teeth, your face completely red and your mind already seeing the scenario of the entire class knowing about this by tomorrow.

Julie snickers, “Don’t be shy, we are all friends here. Don’t you trust me with your secrets and fantasies?”, she asks with pout.

“It’s not my fantasy-whatever.”, you grumble with resignation, knowing there’s nothing you can say or do to change her mind. Julie chuckles seeing your grumpy look and finally begins to do her topic research.

A few hours later, the two of you have finished the presentation and rehearsed it once. You were surprised to find out she was feeling nervous about talking about her part considering how she generally doesn’t mind talking to an audience. And you also had your mood improve after that whole smut ordeal. Hopefully Julie doesn’t ruin your already tarnished reputation tomorrow. You close your eyes and end up falling asleep fairly quickly.

On the other hand, Julie was wide awake right now, unable to sleep. Her thoughts were making her feel like she was going crazy, she couldn’t stop thinking about you, how she found your grumpy and embarrassed look cute and that was infuriating to her. Why was a nobody like you occupying her mind this way. And why was she wanting to reenact your smut scene with you. She presses her thighs close together, squirming restlessly as she twists and turns, getting mad at herself for getting turned on by that. After a couple hours of frustration she ended up falling asleep as well, dreaming of doing things to you.

The next day in class, it was time to do the presentation, you and Julie were the third duo to present and were doing the final prep. Julie seemed really irritable, constantly looking around, distracting both of you, not focusing on what you were saying and in general just looking….flustered?

“Are you ok?”, you ask with concern, “Do you need something? We only have 15 minutes before our turn.”

Julie grits her teeth as she looks at you before getting up, grabbing your wrist and dragging you along towards the bathrooms and you hesitantly follow her, unsure of leaving the class when your presentation is just a few minutes away. As you follow her, you realize she went into the staff bathroom.

“J-Julie what are you doing? I thought you said we were ready yesterday?”, you ask as she props herself up on the sink and sits on it. “And why are we in the…teachers bathroom?-hey!”, you suddenly yelp as she drags you close to her by your hair.

“You really keep yapping on and on don’t you”, she growls, her grip on your hair tightening. “I brought you here for one reason. For you to use your mouth and it’s not to talk. So get to work. I can’t focus and it’s all your fault!”, she growls as she pushes your head down while parting her legs.

Your eyes widen as you are suddenly in between her legs and you look up in panic and confusion only to feel her tangle her fingers in your hair roughly, signaling you to get to work. You feel your face flush. What in the world was happening. Then you see her panties, already soaked and you feel yourself get turned on too. Whatever, you think to yourself as you dive right in, pulling her panties to the side. You give her pussy a slow lick bottom to top and then top to bottom causing her to sigh. You then began to lap up her juices eagerly, making sure to get a lick in at her clit every couple of seconds which made her tighten her thighs around your head.

Julie had one hand tangled in your head and was biting her finger from her other hand, a smile on her face, her eyes closed. “Uhnn”, she moans softly as you eat her out with surprising skill and sensuality. Her heart pounds as she tries to keep her balance, squirming helplessly, her breaths turning into pants. “Fuck!”, she gasps out as you get into flow state, learning what she likes and put in your best effort.

You can feel her legs shivering slightly when all of a sudden you hear voices outside. Alarmed, you immediately try to pull your head back, it’s a bit of a struggle since she’s holding your head so tightly.

“Don’t stop!”, Julie tries to growl authoritatively but in her current state it comes out more like a desperate whine.

“People are outside!”, you whisper as you catch your breath.

“Everyone is outside duh!”, Julie snaps back, “it doesn’t matter.”

“No we need to hide, what if a teacher walks in!, you plead, pulling at her hand.

Julie kisses her teeth, letting go of your hair and walks up to a stall. “Fucking fine, come in here.”

No sooner had you both gotten in the stall, the bathroom door opened and you heard two pairs of footsteps echo as a couple teachers walked in, chatting away.

You hold your breath, not wanting to make any noise and glance at Julie and find her looking at you with a sour expression, you can see her juices slowly leaking down her thighs in a inviting manner-now’s not the time! You remind yourself harshly. It would be a massive scandal. The star student caught eating out the school bully in the teachers bathroom??? You would never be able to live it down.

Julie seems to be having the same thoughts as you expect, it’s actually appealing to her. She grabs your face pulling you closer nearly making you gasp and stares at you sternly, making it clear what she wants you to do. You protest, widening your eyes and pointing at the door, the teachers are still in here. She just replies by putting a finger on her lips telling you to be quiet before pushing your head down again. You let out a small sigh and dive right back in, not bothering to protest anymore partly because you knew you can’t change her mind and partly because…you kinda liked it.

Immediately Julie’s breathing quickened as she leaned against the wall of the stall, her hands tangling in your hair and her fingers digging into your scalp. As you continue to lick her folds, you hear the teachers again.

“And then I had to mark-what the-ugh. Why’s this sink so sticky. Tch. I hate this job. They already don’t pay us enough but I guess they are cutting costs on a janitor as well now. Ugh!”, the teacher complains.

Julie is struggling to be quiet now, her head is thrown back as her knees buckle, her mouth open ready to moan out loud. In a panic, you thrust your hand up, clamping her mouth shut causing her to lose focus for a second and look at you in shock before she relaxes again. A bit too much now since she starts to grind against your face. You redouble your efforts, sucking on her clit now which makes her bite down on your hand. You try to ignore the sting and keep sucking.

Finally, the teachers leave and you take a sigh of relief. Your face is now messy from her juices but you going. Julie lets go of your hand, her teeth marks visible, and tries pushing your head further in like she wants you in her pussy. Her thighs clamping down on your head and making you feel the pressure from having your head handled so roughly.

“Fuck I’m going to cum!”, Julie hisses, her legs beginning to quiver. “Oh god oh god oH GOD! I’m going to cum so hard!”, she cries out.

And just as quickly you feel her pussy clenching and spasming as she finally cums, a loud gasp of shock escaping her lips as the shockwaves of pleasure run through her. Her legs shake so hard you are afraid she might lose her balance. She slumps back and slowly begins to slide downward, slowed down by the jerking of her hips as wave after wave of pleasure makes her feel euphoric. Her fingers slowly loosen and let go of your hair and her breathing finally begins to slow down. You then stop eating her out as her aftershocks pass through as well. She opens her eyes lazily, a blissful look on her face, “fuck”, she breathes out. With a bit of effort, you finally manage to pull away, panting for breath yourself and look up at her. Seeing you this way, on your knees, face messy and slick with her juices and that slightly dazed expression on your face makes her bite her lip.

Suddenly you realize that the presentation still has to be done. “Julie! The presentation!”, you squeak and she nods lazily as you both exit the stall.

“You aren’t going to clean yourself up?”, she asks and you blush, suddenly looking at the mirror and seeing the state you are in. Your hair all messy and disheveled, your face slick and even your clothes seem messy. Hurriedly, you do your best to clean up within a couple minutes when out of nowhere, Julie leans in and gently bites your neck from behind causing you to gasp. You look at her as you blush and she just smirks and winks. You shake your head trying not to let it throw you off and rush back to class while Julie follows leisurely. You both make it back in time as just a minute after you both get back in your seats, it’s your turn to present. As you both begin the presentation, the rest of the class watches.

Unbeknownst to you and Julie, someone watches on with much more interest than everyone else in the class and not because of the presentation. Having been friends with Julie for so many years, it was not hard to know what Julie looked like post-coitus especially since she had brought her to that state herself a few times. And given your usual confident self stuttering uncharacteristically at certain points it didn’t take Natty long to connect two and two. She smiled mischievously knowing that things were about to get really interesting……

[yncoreee]

YOU’RE NOT CUTE…..YOU’RE ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE. KIOF X reader

Synopsis— After minutes of convincing your members that you were not cute. They finally agreed……..or so you thought

Warnings .ᐟ Maknae reader, reader is an 06’ liner, use of words like “hot and sexy”, very very very short, Female reader, FLUFF

Note .ᐟ heyyyy! Making some short post before I post 18 again😁

꩜ — ⵌWord count 308

“But Unnie is it compulsory I get pigtails” you whined holding onto the hem of the hairstylist's clothes tightly.

“I’m sorry, but this is what fits you best” she apologized, patting your head. “But it makes you look cuter than you already are” she added in an attempt to cheer you up.

You pouted and looked up at her. “But I’m not cute, I’m 18! Now I’m hot” you smirked proudly.

She chuckled at your expression. “Sure you are” she spoke sarcastically.

She added a few accessories to your hair and sprayed some hair spray. “Done!” She announced.

You got up and made your way back to your members sitting down next to Haneul watching her phone.

Natty was the first to notice you. She squealed lightly. “Oh my God y/n you look so cute!” She said in a high pitched tone gaining the attention of the other members.

“Oooo she looks like a little doll~” Julie cooed.

“Like a baby!” Haneul joined in squishing your cheeks.

“CUTENESS OVERLOAD!!” Belle yelled.

You side eyed them and grumbled. “No I do not look cute, no I do not look like a little doll, no I’m not a baby and NOT CUTENESS OVERLOAD!” You fussed.

“I look hot and sexy” you bit your lips, your index finger underneath your jaw, looking like “Rizz”.

Julie laughed at you. “That’s such a lie” she said in English.

“That’s not a lie!!” You clarified slightly pouting.

“But it’s the tr—“ Haneul argued but got cut off by a glare from you.

“Alright alright you’re not cute” Belle spoke, holding up her hands in defense.

You have a satisfied grin turning to look back at Haneul’s phone not seeing the knowing glances they gave each other. “YOU’RE ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE!!” They yelled in unison, giggling afterward.

You gasped dramatically, shaking your head rapidly . “NOOOOO!!!”

[unholybacon355]

Kinktober Day 27: Julie Han x M! Reader

Kinktober Masterlist

You certainly can afford to pay a more expensive service, but why care when you enjoy this more? It is not for the money, it is because of the things she can do. You think someone with her abilities should be charging more for her services, but it is not up to you to put the price. You still can leave a tip, and you always do, but still you feel like you’re underpaying her.

Julie is in the big meaning of the words a cheap wore. A hooker that have her predilect street to be at night, and a favorite motel to bring her clients. Of course you’re her most loyal client because you love fucking her senseless.

That night she was wearing black. A pair of very short shorts, that barely covered her ass, fishnet stockings with garter belt. A see through bodysuit that allows everyone to see her bra and her small but firm tits, and a leather jacket. In fact you could recognize from miles aways what she’s and what her job was, but that was really irrelevant because as soon as you arrived at the motel you ripped the clothes out of her body.

Now you have Julie laying on her back over the bed, with her head hanging from the border while you fuck her throat. Your balls were hitting her forehead as you were stuffing your meat inside her mouth. With every thrust you made her tits jiggle and you can observe how your bulge marks on the skin of her throat.

She has one of her hands massaging her pussy to make it warm and wet for you to use whenever you want. Obviously with your dick deep down her mouth she can’t moan, but in exchange she was doing the most obscene gag sounds that a human could produce. Those sounds were music to your ears and make you even harder is that were possible.

Julie’s throat feels so amazing. Warm and soft around your shaft, squeezing your meat and offering zero resistance to being penetrated. The only better places in the world to put your dick were her other holes.

After forcing your shaft as deep as you could and leaving it there for almost half of a minute you leave the comfort of Julie’s mouth to hit her face with your hard dick. Her saliva get all across her face as you rub your tip over her pretty features using her face now to give you pleasure.

“On your knees.” You command, hitting one last time in her face. She immediately obeys by getting on all fours without even bothering to clean her face, because her only priority is giving pleasure to you.

From where you were, and in the position she was, Julie's ass looks like an absolute masterpiece. Two perfectly round cheeks that she can move like jelly when she twerk. Her ass for sure is one of her biggest weapons to attract her clients, because everyone loves a good ass.

You not only use your time admiring her ass but also putting a condom on your dick. She’s hot and you enjoy fucking her, but there is no way you going to put your dick without protection inside another hole than her mouth. Now with your cock covered by the plastic you reach her from behind and salp her ass. Julie’s round cheek moves like if an heartquake were happening inside a marshmallow.

“You going to fuck my pussy or looking at my ass all your time?” Julie ask with her filthy low tone. She is right because you aren’t making love with a partner or something like that, you’re fucking a hooker and your time with her isn’t unlimited.

“Just use your mouth to suck and moan. I didn’t pay you to have a talk.” Her pussy was already so wet because she was touching herself earlier, so you didn’t have problems stuffing your dick inside Julie. With a single movement you put your entire length inside her soaked hole. Julie can do nothing more than grab the sheets and actually use her mouth to moan, like the good whore she’s.

Julie's pussy is welcoming you so well, adjusting to the size of your dick as a bell adjusts to the waist. Her inside is warm and soft and bring you that feeling like you're fucking someone you know very well. In some way you know her, at least her body, because you don't know anything more about her than her name; and you aren't even sure that that is her real name.

But who cares what is her real name when all you need from her is pleasure. All you need is exactly what she's giving to you, her tight pussy clenching around your need, squeezing your shaft as she did earlier with her throat.

Her cheeks tremble when your hips hit them making a delicious slap sound. You're literally clapping her cheeks while you fuck her. Creating waves that ran through her body and also move her tits and push her further against the bed.

God that cubt feels so good, is the perft stress relief you was needing. Nothing like to drive your card after work to that ugly dark alley to pick up your favorite hooker, take her to the same cheap motel as always and fuck the shit out of her.

You certainly love how Julie is so determined to serve you, or whoever who gives her some green bills. She never protest, she never complains, she just let you enjoy her body as you want as long as you don't leave any mark or she doesn't get hurt.

You grab Julie's hair tightly and pull it making her increase the arch on her back. The new angle allow your dick to hit her sweet spot and make Julie moan like crazy. “More, more, more!! Oh god mooooree!” She demands as you stuff your dick as deep as you can inside her flooded cunt.

Your balls hit her clit with every thrust, making wet noises as her oussy is completely soaked. You hold her in place by pulling her hair as you wet your index finger with saliva and without warning put it to the knuckle inside Julie's ass.

If her pussy was tight her ass was even more, and that tightness make her scream out of pleasure. Julie can't elaborate understandable words any longer, and you can't too. All you can do is grunt in response to her loud moans.

You're so close, the way her walls squeeze your dick is so pleasant, so damnd good. And the way you also feel your finger inside her is so crazy, that make your dick throbs wirh violence while getting in and out of Julie's soaked pussy. And you can't last any longer.

With a powerful grunt, almost an animal sounds, you cum inside Julies pussy. The condom save her womb to get filled with your hot milk, but that doesn't mean you aren't emptying your balls.

You should have fucker her ass instead, you think, at least in that way you could cum freely inside her bosy. But you work with what you have and make this a great orgasm to you.

You take your finger out of her butt to grab her by the hips and and maintain her in position while you stuff your dick as is humanly possible inside her pussy.

Both are still. You enjoying your orgasm eith closed eyes, and Julie bitting her thumb while her pussy clench areound your dick as she's hitting her climax too.

When your valls are finally empty you let her go, taking your dick out of her soeked hole. She falls to one side moaning for the emptiness her pussy is feeling.

Whiteout even looking at Julie you discsrd the condom on the trash, wash your hands and put your clothes back on. She's still naked on the bed, smoking, when you finally put your eyes on her again.

With no exchange of words you let some bills on the nightstand, then thinking seriously you add some more and finally tou leave the room. She's not your lover, she nothing to you, so you don't need to say good bay. But even when she knows she means nothing more than a toy to you, Julie stills knows you gonna comeback to her. As you always do.

[fishyvamp]

I am stressed as hell right now with everything going on in the US so Imma going to write what I think some of my favorite killers are like when they're darling reader comes to them stressed as hell. Many of them are going to be readers I've already written about at least once so feel free to check the masterlist. If you want more head canons feel free to ask.

The Knight is startled when Eldritch!reader asks to just cuddle, you're smaller then usual body tense and when he touches your skin he can feel the hidden shadows trying to pull him in. "Anything for you Szeretet," he whispers picking you up and holding you against his chest. He takes you to his bed though it looks more like the nest you have in your castle then an actual bed. You smile realizing he's slowly bringing pieces of you in. He doesn't find himself worthy of you, but if you insist on asking him for comfort it would be his honor to provide it.

The Ghostface is confused as hell watching Hyde!reader pacing the room. You're killer side is usually scarily calm most of the time. However you look ready to lash out. Ready to pounce and shred the next person who so much as looks at you. You turn around seeing him there and he was bracing himself to get rushed and pinned against the wall, but it never came. Instead he watches you slowly move to him picking him up holding him in your arms as you move to the couch slumping down. You don't say anything to him, but you do hold him almost painfully tight against your chest. "Everything alright?" He asks you. Not sure how to feel about the non-committal grunt you give.

The Hillbilly doesn't think twice already wrapping you tight in the warmest knit blanket he's got, he's got popcorn, hot cocoa, and all the sweets you can gorge yourself on. Your favorite movie is on and he's just enjoying your company as you both lay on the couch, though if you don't calm down he might be inclined to help his little critter out by using other methods of getting your brain to shut down.

The Trapper doesn't react much just pulls you into bed and asks you to just speak. It doesn't matter if he understands he just wants to listen. He wants to hear everything, wants to make sure you feel heard. He smiles when you finally break your worries spilling like a faucet as he takes everything in asking questions when you pause. You seem at ease once you're done looking so peaceful tucked up under his arm. His Brat looks so sweet when they lay in bed next to him so peacefully. Burden him will you, it makes him feel less alone to hear you. Makes him feel lighter when he helps you share the emotional load.

The Executioner is use to it. You're already stressed about this and that. You aren't dating, but he does know how to get you calm down, you pinned beneath him in the bed as he humps against your ass. So fucking perfect he thinks feeling you melt against his touch. Such a needy toy, maybe he'll force you on your knees as he sharpens his knife, your face pressed against his thigh nose buried into his clothed groin. You're surrounded by his musk and for some reason that pacifies you. Not that pyramid head can complain.

The legion, they're solution to everything is horror movies and cuddle puddle. The neediest person in the center of the puddle a killer in each arm, a third holding behind while the fourth finds himself between your legs. The look smug when they finally get you to sleep. Your snoring soothing. It isn't long before they're passed out too.

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

Omg.. imagine Pierrot!reader who is really committed to the bit and everyone (Welcome Home Characters) have been trying to get them smile, and when they finally do smile at a joke, they quickly apologize and go back to their sad looking face

Pierrot!Reader: Oh my! I am deeply sorry dear, give me a moment to go back in character.

You can make them yandere's or nah, I won't mind at all! ^^ I love your writings in all of their available flavors! <33

Today I learned what a Pierrot is! Also, autocorrect kept capitalizing the "p" in Pierrot so I guess that's how it's supposed to be spelled. Not relevant but I thought it was interesting!

Wally, Julie, Sally and Barnaby & Pierrot reader

Wally

★ When alone, he spends time thinking about your dedication to the Pierrot persona. Talking to the other neighbors about it. "Why do you think they stick to the sad clown act?" he asked them, hoping someone might have an answer. They don't get it but if it makes you happy, then what's the harm?

★ Wally occasionally leaves small, thoughtful gifts for you, such as a flower or a handmade trinket. A painting of you, perhaps? He hopes these acts of service will show you that he cares and that it’s okay to be happy sometimes.

★ The first time you smiled in front of him was unexpected, he wasn't trying to get you to smile. The two of you were just sharing stories of how your respective days went. Wally said "and then Barnaby remembered he could reach the top shelf." Then you laughed! Although it was a brief moment, it caught him off guard.

★ You caught yourself and apologized for breaking character. He tried not to make a big deal about it. If you ask him to keep this between the two of you, he won't tell a soul.

Juile

★ After first meeting, she bombards you with questions, trying to find the reason for your sad facade. "Why do you always look so sad? Isn't it tiring?" she asks, genuinely confused by your commitment. She sees it as a challenge to make you smile!

★ Julie never gives up on trying to make you smile. She enjoys the challenge and is always coming up with new ways to bring a bit of joy into your life. Don't get it wrong, she likes your company, even if she doesn’t fully understand why you stay so committed to the sad clown act.

★ The day you finally slipped and let a smile out at one of her antics, she began to cheer and jump up and down. Rest assured she will treasure this moment! "You smiled! I knew you could do it!" Frank is going to hear all about this latter!

Sally

★ Sally admires the dedication to your character but believes everyone deserves to have a bit of happiness in their act. You have a lot of grey in your outfits, why not try a nice pink instead? it'll help you stand out on stage! She creates elaborate acts/plays for the two of you with the hope of coaxing a smile out of you.

★ In all honesty, she is a little jealous about your ability to keep up the act. You manage to stay in character so flawlessly, someday she'll be able to pull of such a convincing performance, just like you!

★ The day you break into a smile because of one of her acts, she has a :0 look on her face and is too stunned to say anything. Only for you to quickly apologize and revert to your solemn demeanor. Oh well, a win is a win!

Barnaby

★ He is genuinely curios about your Pierrot persona. He thinks your commitment to the bit is admirable and tries to understand how it makes you happy. He's constantly making silly faces at you, hoping to see a crack in your sad facade.

★ He also enjoys having more mature conversations with you. He asks questions and pays close attention to your answers, hoping to learn more about you beyond the Pierrot persona. "No offence, but why do you stick to the sad clown act when your happy?"

★ Barnaby takes it upon himself to balance out your sad act! He tells you a series of terrible, corny jokes, determined to get you to smile. When he finally succeeds, your immediate apology and return to a sad face leave him both amused and confused.

[ratedfleur]

this is exactly how julie would bend over in the slightest way if she sat on your lap, shaking her ass at you like the tease that she is.

she would have that sultry smile on her face if she took a peek at your frustrated ones that tried to keep your cool as julie resumed with her teasing, even grinding against you despite having lots of people around you both.

pinching her waist as a warning, julie doesn’t even batt an eye as she keeps on moving on top of you, even bouncing ever so often as she spoke to those around you both.

slightly pushing julie off of your lap, you quickly stood up and grabbed her wrist, pulling her out of the nightclub and into the cool parking lot, pushing her against your motorcycle before julie shook her ass at you once more, provoking you as you came close only to smack her ass, sound echoing in the empty parking lot along with her yelp.

“you really are just a whore, huh?” you spat at her as you quickly unbuckled her belt and unbuttoned her shorts, pulling it down only for it to land on her ankles as you knelt in front of julie’s bare cunt, face merely a few inches away from her warmth.

it only riles you up even more when you hear julie whimper when you came close and took a whiff of her juices, only growing wet in your own underwear as your hands held julie’s globes as you placed your face delicately against her cunt, tongue flicking at her sensitive nub.

[lexawritex]

—feelings

★you develop feelings for your bestfriend, turns out she was feeling the same.

;fluff, non-idol!julie x fem!reader

a/n: having my exams rn yet here i am

it all started on the first day of school—typical. you walked into a room full of unfamiliar faces, surrounded by an environment that felt foreign. determined to appear confident, you mustered every ounce of courage to start a conversation. but despite your efforts, each interaction fizzled into short, fleeting exchanges.

that is until, she came.

sporting a simple green top, paired with denim pants. her hair neatly brushed, cascading down her shoulders that were pushed back as she strode into the room with confidence. wearing a smile that got you mesmerized in the first place.

she sat several seats away, and that small distance left a pang of disappointment in your chest. nevertheless, as soon as the final bell rang, you wasted no time bolting out of the room—eager to head home and shake off the weight of the long first day.

but a voice called you out.

"hey, yn, right?"

you had never turned your head so fast in your life.

eyes widening, you nodded, suddenly forgetting how to speak. your heart pounded in your chest—she was talking to you.

"i'm julie han. i'm kind of new to this city, so i don't really know anyone here. and i heard from your little introduction earlier that you like exploring, so i figured you might know the place a lot?"

you were definitely listening, but god—her honey-like, slightly raspy voice made your ears melt.

"i mean, i could've asked the others, but they're kind of intimidating, and you give off a fun aura, so... yeah," she finished, snapping you out of your daze.

"oh, uhm, yeah! i do wander around a lot, and sure! i can give you a tour around the city, or we can explore the school if you have time. i was actually planning on checking out the campus, so you can tag along if you want."

you lied about that last part—you would’ve gone straight home if julie hadn’t approached you.

speaking of which, the woman's smile widened as she nodded. you swore your knees almost gave out at the sight of it.

first day of school—not so bad, you thought to yourself as you wandered the halls with julie by your side.

weeks passed, and your relationship naturally progressed. fate seemed to be on your side when you were assigned seats next to each other, making it even easier to grow close. julie, ever so comfortable around you, never hesitated to drape an arm over your shoulder, playfully nudge you, or intertwine your fingers with hers. physical touch—it was her love language, something you quickly learned as the days went by.

you also made plenty of friends, which was a relief—it meant you had people to confide in, especially about something julie must never find out.

the thing is, as you and julie grew closer, you started developing feelings. you didn't know when it began or why—it just happened. one day, you looked at her, and suddenly, butterflies erupted in your stomach, wild and uncontrollable.

but no matter how hard you tried—no matter how many fleeting flirts or meaningless conversations you entertained—nothing could bury the feelings you had for julie. she was always there, lingering in your mind, in the way your heart skipped a beat when she laughed, in the warmth of her touch that stayed long after she pulled away. and it terrified you.

every time you thought you had a grip on your feelings, julie would do something that sent your heart into a frenzy again. like that time she draped her jacket over you when you fell asleep at your desk or when she brought you snacks because, in her words,

"you always forget to eat when you're stressed."

it was torture—falling for someone who was unknowingly making you fall even harder.

you became each other’s safe space, sharing secrets, dreams, and late-night thoughts that no one else knew. julie would rant about her day, seek your advice, and sometimes even rest her head on your shoulder when she was too tired to keep up her perfect facade.

but no matter how deep your bond grew, you kept your feelings locked away. she mustn’t know. you couldn’t risk losing what you already had.

you found yourself a distraction when you joined the school's dance club. her name was natty— a wild force on stage, yet off it, she was the sweetest person you'd ever met.

she helped you improve and grow as a dancer, becoming your biggest motivation to attend club gatherings—just to see her. but if your heart had to choose, it would still scream julie's name.

you thought that things would stay as they are, you and julie being just friends, having unrequited feelings for her and a slight crush on natty. but destiny had other plans for you.

you sat in the cafeteria with your other friends, yunjin and belle. the three of you were talking about crushes and you were telling them about your little moments with natty, squealing ang giggling like a little girl.

"and she asked me to go get coffee at their place. she was like "hey, wanna get coffee at my place before practice starts? my house is just across the school gates." oh my god!" you squealed, wiggling in your seat.

"who asked who?"

the familiar voice of the one who held your heart made you snap your head around so fast it nearly gave you whiplash.

julie stood there, her expression calm—too calm. but you knew her well enough to see past the façade. she wasn’t in the mood. still, you mustered a small smile, hoping to ease whatever storm was brewing behind her eyes.

"yn said something about how her crush asked her out for coffee last week," yunjin casually revealed.

julie's lips parted slightly, as if she had something to say, but she quickly pressed them shut. with a small nod, she settled beside you, silent and unreadable.

meanwhile, you continued your little rant about your so-called crush, oblivious to the way julie’s fingers lightly clenched against her lap.

unbeknownst to you, julie would secretly roll her eyes every time natty’s name was mentioned, her jaw tightening ever so slightly. she'd bite her tongue, holding back words she wasn’t sure she had the right to say.

as the two of you walked home, you carried the conversation alone, filling the silence with your usual chatter. but julie—who would normally tease or chime in—remained unusually quiet. her eyes stayed fixed straight ahead, her hands shoved into her pockets, barely acknowledging your words.

"hey, you okay?" you asked, catching her attention.

she turned to you, forcing a tight-lipped smile before nodding.

"yeah, i'm fine."

but you weren’t convinced. the usual sparkle in her eyes was nowhere to be found, replaced by something distant—something unreadable.

"hmm, wanna crash at my place? my parents are gone until tomorrow," you offered casually.

julie glanced at you, a small smile tugging at her lips before nodding. "sure, let me stop by mine to grab some clothes."

you shook your head. "no need, just wear mine."

she paused mid-step, turning to look at you for a moment longer than necessary before clearing her throat.

"okay, sure," she muttered, shifting her gaze back ahead.

meanwhile, you couldn't hide your giddy smile at the thought of julie in your clothes.

the two of you arrived at your place, and you made a quick stop in the kitchen to grab some snacks before heading to your room.

julie dropped her bag on the floor and flopped onto your bed with a deep sigh. you chuckled at the sight.

"you seem... bothered. wanna talk about it?" you asked, settling beside her.

she stayed silent for a moment before finally sitting up. when she looked at you, her gaze felt different—intense, almost as if she was staring straight into your soul.

julie held your gaze for what felt like an eternity before finally speaking, her voice softer than usual.

"do you really like her?" she asked, her fingers absentmindedly playing with the hem of your blanket.

you were surprised, eyes slightly widened. you blinked, processing her words.

"wait, is this about natty?" you questioned.

she nodded, eyes searching yours for an answer she wasn’t sure she wanted to hear.

"i mean… yeah, i kinda do," you replied hesitantly. "she’s amazing, and she makes me motivated and stuff."

julie’s lips pressed into a thin line. she looked away for a moment, as if debating something internally, before letting out a short chuckle—one that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

"that’s nice," she said, voice unreadable. "i just… i guess i never really pictured you with her."

"what do you mean?" you tilted your head, watching her carefully.

she exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of her neck. "nothing, forget it." but the way she avoided your gaze told you it was definitely something.

you walked to the bed, sitting down beside her.

"julie, talk to me."

she finally met your eyes again, this time with an expression that made your breath hitch. something raw. vulnerable.

"what if i don’t want you to like her?" she murmured.

the room suddenly felt smaller, the air heavier. your heart pounded in your chest.

"julie…" you breathed out, unsure if this was really happening.

she swallowed hard, eyes flickering down to your lips before locking with yours again.

"what if i want you to like me instead?"

silence filled the air as you two shared an intense eye contact.

"is that wrong?" she added.

your heart pounded against your chest as you struggled to process her words. julie—your best friend, the girl you had secretly loved for so long—just told you that she wanted you. something that you've been wishing for.

but no words came out of your mouth. you felt your entire system crashing at her confession.

she looked at you with worry in her eyes, the same eyes that once sparkled now glimmering with unshed tears. her grip on your hand tightened, as if afraid you’d slip away.

"please," she whispered, voice laced with vulnerability. "just say something."

you swallowed the lump in your throat, your own emotions threatening to spill over. seeing her like this—so raw, so open—was something you never expected.

finally processing, you chuckled and heaved a sigh. julie wore a confused face as she stared at your reaction.

"no....no it's not wrong, julie...i...oh gosh.."

you looked at her eyes, hands reaching for hers.

"i've been wanting, wishing and begging to the universe for this day to come."

julie’s breath hitched, her eyes widening as your words settled in. her grip on your hands tightened, as if grounding herself in the moment.

"you… you have?" she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

you let out a breathless laugh, nodding. "julie, i’ve been hopelessly in love with you for so long. i tried to ignore it, to push it away, but no matter what i did… it was always you."

a shaky smile tugged at her lips before she let out a quiet, almost disbelieving laugh. "so all this time… we were just dancing around each other, too scared to say it first?"

you chuckled, squeezing her hands. "seems like it."

julie paused, looking at you with furrowed brows.

"but i thought you liked natty?" you chuckled, letting go of her hand to scratch the back of your neck.

"i did, in a way," you admitted, letting out a small sigh. "i was trying to distract myself from my feelings for you. i guess i was in denial—convincing myself that we were just friends, that what i felt was one-sided."

julie chuckled, playfully swatting your arm with a teasing glint in her eyes.

"well, looks like it wasn’t so one-sided after all," she mused, a soft smile tugging at her lips.

the room fell into silence as both of you froze, eyes locked in an unspoken conversation.

slowly, she leaned in, her gaze flickering from your lips back to your eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation.

in a breathy whisper, she asked, "can I?"

instead of answering, you let your actions speak, closing the small space between you.

your lips met hers in a soft, delicate kiss—gentle yet electrifying. in that moment, it felt as if the world had faded away, leaving only the two of you wrapped in the warmth of each other.

pulling away, your eyes met, and there it was—that familiar sparkle. only this time, it shined even brighter. a soft giggle escaped her lips, her smile so radiant it made your heart race all over again.

she whined, "stop looking at me like that! i'm gonna melt!"

you chuckled, only to be caught off guard as she tackled you onto the soft mattress. her arms wrapped around you, face buried in the crook of your neck, her warmth seeping into your skin.

"julie—" you tried, but she only tightened her hold, her muffled voice coming out in a playful grumble.

"just let me hide for a second... you're too much."

as you lay there, wrapped up in each other, a comfortable silence filled the room.

julie's breath fanned against your neck, her arms still locked around you as if she never wanted to let go.

"so... does this mean you're mine now?" she teased, running her fingers through your hair.

you pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, a soft smile tugging at your lips. "i've always been yours," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

julie felt her heart swelled at your words, and before you knew it, she was kissing you again—slow and tender, as if to savor the moment.

when she pulled away, you both let out a breathless laugh, foreheads resting against each other.

"we better sleep before i get tempted to kiss you all night." she said making you chuckle.

with that, she nestled into you, and for the first time in a long while, everything felt just right.

[starvrse]

BOUND BY DEVOTION

pairing : won haneul x fem!reader

summary : yn is js an asshole fr idk

warnings : sub g!p haneul smut, toxicity, belle is used as the “homewrecker”, crying, mommy kink 😅, cursing, etc.

unnecessary bs : 7.7k words 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ happy holidays and tysm for 150 followers 😭🙏

“honestly, haneul, i don’t know why you’re still with yn,” julie said, reaching over to grab a fry from natty’s plate, only to get her hand slapped away.

“right, she’s the asshole of assholes!” the thai girl chimed in, shooting julie a warning glare as she pulled her plate closer.

haneul shifted uncomfortably in her seat, fidgeting with the hem of her sweater. “she’s not… that bad,” she said quietly, her tone unsure but still protective.

julie rolled her eyes. “oh, come on, haneul. we’ve all seen how she treats you. she’s toxic, plain and simple.”

“maybe she’s made mistakes,” haneul countered, her voice firm, “but everyone’s quick to judge without knowing the full story. she’s not perfect, but who is?”

“not perfect? bobsky, she manipulates you!” natty shot back, her voice rising slightly. “you’re always the one apologizing, always the one fixing things when she screws up.”

“i know she has her flaws,” haneul murmured, her gaze dropping to her lap. “but… i see a side of her that you don’t. she can be really sweet and caring when it’s just the two of us.”

julie raised a skeptical brow, leaning back in her seat. “love shouldn’t feel like this, sky. but fine—if you want to keep defending her, that’s your choice. just don’t come crying to us when she hurts you again.”

the table fell into an awkward silence, natty and julie exchanging worried glances while haneul quietly twirled a fry between her fingers, holding on to her hope, no matter how fragile it seemed.

“so… when are you gonna see belle? she’s such a nice girl and obviously likes you!” natty said, her tone light as she tried to steer the conversation into safer territory.

“mhm, she mentioned you two have been texting a lot,” julie added, a sly smile tugging at her lips as she nudged haneuls foot lightly.

haneul blinked, her cheeks flushing faintly. “oh, um… belle’s nice, yeah,” she murmured, her voice soft. “but it’s not like that. we’re just… friends.”

natty raised an eyebrow, resting her chin on her hand. “friends who text each other every night?” she teased.

julie leaned in with an exaggerated gasp. “and friends who conveniently light up whenever they see each other?”

haneul fidgeted, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “it’s not what you think,” she insisted quietly, though the faint smile on her face betrayed her embarrassment.

natty and julie exchanged a knowing look, their playful grins widening as they returned to their food, satisfied with the blush they’d managed to coax out of their soft hearted friend.

-

the air was already a bit awkward when belle strolled up to their table, her tote bag slung over one shoulder and her phone in hand. she barely glanced at julie and natty before her eyes landed on haneul. “speak of the devil..” natty whispered to julie, a smirk playing on her face.

“hi, naneulie” belle greeted, her tone light and easy, like they were the only two people in the room.

haneul looked up, startled, and managed a soft, “oh hi, hyewon.”

belle smiled and wasted no time sliding into the seat next to the girl, her shoulder bumping lightly against hers. “i didn’t know you’d be here! cute surprise, huh?”

natty raised an eyebrow, clearly amused, while julie smirked, leaning back in her chair as if settling in for a show.

“we’re just grabbing some food,” natty said casually, glancing between belle and haneul. “you want something? you’ve already helped yourself to our company.”

belle didn’t even look at her, instead leaning closer to the younger and tapping her arm. “you didn’t text me back earlier,” she said with a playful pout. “i was waiting forever, you know.”

haneul blinked, fumbling for an answer. “oh, um, sorry—i got busy.”

“busy with what?” the blonde asked, resting her chin in her hand as she turned fully toward haneul. her knee brushed against haneul’s under the table, and haneul shifted slightly, looking flustered.

julie stifled a laugh behind her hand. “probably busy dealing with yn. you know, her girlfriend?”

belle paused for a split second, then let out a light laugh as if the comment hadn’t fazed her. “oh yeah, yn,” she said breezily, waving her hand. “but i’m sure she doesn’t mind me borrowing bobsky for a bit, right?”

natty leaned forward, grinning. “borrow her? belle, you’re acting like she’s your personal property or something.”

belle shrugged, her gaze still locked on haneul. “i mean, we’re just friends. it’s not a big deal, right?”

haneul’s cheeks burned as she looked down at her lap, unsure how to respond.

“you’re so bold,” julie teased, shaking her head. “aren’t you worried yn will like, find out and blow up?”

belle smirked, finally glancing at julie. “let her. what’s she gonna do, send me a mean text?”

“she’d probably send bobsky a mean text.” natty shot back, laughing.

belle ignored them, reaching out to lightly tug at the sleeve of haneul’s sweater. “you look really cute today.” she said, her voice soft enough that it felt just for haneul, even though everyone at the table could hear it.

haneul froze, her eyes darting to natty and julie, who were both watching with thinly veiled amusement. “uh, thanks,” she mumbled, scooting a fraction away, though belle didn’t seem to notice—or care.

natty leaned back, whispering to Julie, “yn’s gonna lose her mind when she hears about this.”

as the group continued chatting, haneul’s phone buzzed on the table. she glanced at the screen, the notification lighting up with your name.

yn 🩷: imysmm :(( can i call u later ?

haneul’s thumb hovered over the notification for a second. her stomach twisted as she read the message, the usual mix of guilt and exhaustion creeping in.

julie, ever nosy, leaned over to peek at the screen. “oh, is that yn?” she asked, dragging out the name with a knowing smirk.

haneul quickly turned the phone face down, her cheeks heating up. “it’s nothing,” she mumbled.

belle raised an eyebrow, clearly catching the exchange. “yn again?” she asked casually, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “she’s so clingy, isn’t she?”

natty snorted, nudging haneul’s arm. “bet she’s sending her usual ‘i miss you’ texts, huh?”

haneul gave a nervous laugh but didn’t respond. her phone buzzed again, but she didn’t bother to check this time. instead, she focused on the conversation, pretending she hadn’t seen the message.

meanwhile, back on your end, the “read” receipt stared back at you, unanswered.

-

a few hours later, you’re lounging in your room, scrolling through Instagram with a bored, disinterested look on your face. you’ve already seen that haneul hasn’t responded to your texts, but you’re not about to chase her. you don’t have to.

your finger lazily swipes through the feed until you come across julie’s story. a group photo. at first, you’re not all that interested, but then you see her—haneul—standing in the corner of the frame, a little too close to belle.

your eyes narrow as you study the details. haneul’s hand is resting casually on belle’s waist. It’s subtle, but it’s there. so that’s how it is.

a smirk pulls at the corner of your lips as you watch them. haneul, with that soft expression on her face, looking so innocent, her hand on belle’s waist like it’s no big deal. you don’t miss the way haneul leans in a little, and how belle seems to be melting into the touch, her lips close to your girlfriends neck as she smiles.

you pause for a moment, then smirk. this is the perfect time to remind haneul exactly who she’s dealing with. you take a quick photo of yourself—just enough to tease, nothing too obvious, but suggestive enough to get a point across. you’re dressed casually, quite a bit of skin showing, leaning into the shot just right. you want it to look effortless, like you couldn’t care less, but you know exactly what you’re doing.

you post it with a simple caption: “huzz hmu”

no explanation needed. it’s clear.

as you stare at the post, your mind drifts back to the photo from earlier, the one of haneul with belle. you replay it in your head—the closeness, the casual touch, like nothing was wrong. and that’s when you decide: this isn’t just about her. it’s about sending a message.

you click back into the group photo julie had posted earlier. your finger hovers over the screen, and with a swift motion, you screenshot it. you crop it just right, zooming in on haneul’s arm around belle’s waist, making sure it’s crystal clear.

then you open your messages, and without hesitation, you send the screenshot to haneul. the caption? just a string of question marks.

question marks. no explanation. she’ll get the message.

you watch as the message status changes to “read” waiting a couple minutes before your phone finally buzzes with a message from her.

you stare at the message from haneul, your finger hovering over the screen. It’s a simple question: “why would you post that??”

you already know that she knows the answer—it’s obvious. you just needed to make it clear. you tap the reply box, fingers itching to type something sharp, but you pause.

instead, you just lean back, letting the question hang in the air for a moment. haneul was always the one to play it safe, to avoid confrontation. you know she won’t come right out and say what she’s really thinking, but she’s still trying to act innocent.

you finally type out a response:

“just thought id remind u whats out there. since u clearly dont care about whats right in front of u.”

you send it before you can second-guess yourself, feeling that familiar mix of satisfaction and frustration swirl in your chest. you know she’s going to take a while to reply, probably scrambling to figure out what to say without starting a fight. she always does.

sure enough, the dots appear. you brace yourself, waiting for the inevitable passive reply.

finally, the message pops up:

neul 💕: “This isn’t about me and Hyewon. You know that, right?”

you let out a light laugh before biting your lip while typing. “really? because it looks like ur trying to make something else happen.”

you can almost hear her hesitating on the other side of the screen. It’s exactly what you wanted—make her question herself, make her feel a little uneasy for once.

the dots flash again.

neul 💕: “I’m not doing anything wrong. I don’t know why you’re acting like this.”

you bite your lip, resisting the urge to snap back immediately. Instead, you let a few seconds pass, then type:

“maybe u should start acting like u care. bc im not gonna wait around while u play games with other girls.”

you press send, leaning back against your pillow, feeling the rush of control that only comes when you have someone exactly where you want them.

you read haneul’s last message, and the corners of your mouth curl into a slight, bitter smile. she’s falling right into it—just like you knew she would. her hesitation, her soft words, it’s all so predictable.

you lean back, letting your phone rest on your lap as you take a deep breath. time to turn the tables. you quickly type out a message, making sure your words are sweet and innocent, laced with just enough guilt to make her feel like the bad guy.

“you know what? im just tired, haneul. i dont even know why i bother sometimes. i thought you cared, but it doesnt feel that way anymore.”

you hesitate, letting that statement sit in your mind for a second. you can practically see her scrambling to figure out how to respond. you know she’s soft, too soft for her own good, and it’s exactly what you need.

you add more, leaning into the act.

“i dont want to feel like im the only one putting in effort. it just hurts, honestly. i just want someone who actually chooses me.”

there it is. you’ve played the victim. you let the message hang there for a while, watching the screen, waiting for her to reply.

seconds feel like minutes.

finally, her message pops up. you can almost feel the weight of her guilt on the other side of the screen.

neul 💕: “I do care about you princess. I’m not trying to hurt you, I swear. I don’t want you to feel like that.”

it’s exactly what you wanted. you smile to yourself, biting back a laugh. she’s swallowing it whole. you’ve got her wrapped around your finger.

you let a long pause sit before replying, letting her stew in her guilt. then, you type, just a little softer this time, letting the “i’m hurt” act run its course.

“i dont know, neul… sometimes it feels like im not enough. i dont want to be a second choice.”

you hit send, knowing this will be the moment she cracks.

-

haneul looks at your last message, her heart sinking. she doesn’t know how to respond, her mind racing with all the things she wants to say but can’t seem to get out. you’re upset, and she wants to fix it, but every time she types something, she feels like it’s not enough.

she stares at the screen, chewing on her lip, retyping the same thing over and over. “You are enough. You’re my first choice, my main priority.” but it feels hollow. it doesn’t feel like it’ll fix anything.

frustrated, haneul slumps back on the couch, rubbing her temples. julie, sitting nearby and watching her struggle, rolls her eyes. “you’re acting like this is the end of the world. just text her back already.”

haneul sighs. “i don’t know what to say to her anymore. she’s making me feel like I’m doing everything wrong.”

julie glances at the phone, then at haneul. “give me that.” she snatches the phone out of haneul’s hand before she can protest.

“julie, no!” haneul starts to reach for it, but julie’s already typing.

“watch and learn,” julie mutters, her fingers flying over the screen with a confidence haneul has seen quite a bit as the groups break up message writer. she doesn’t hesitate, completely bypassing all the guilt and worry haneul has been wrapped up in. Instead, she taps out a slick, direct message:

neul 💕: Yk yn, if you keep acting like this, you’re gonna push me away. Stop acting all hurt and play the game right, or someone else will take your spot.

she looks up at haneul, grinning. “now that’s how you handle it.”

haneul’s jaw drops. “julie, what the hell?! why would you say that?”

julie shrugs nonchalantly. “because it’s true. she needs to stop thinking she’s got you wrapped around her finger. you’re better than that.”

haneul stares at her phone in disbelief. she’s not sure whether to laugh, cry, or scream. the message feels so harsh, but there’s a part of her that knows julie’s right. if she keeps playing the role of the sweet, apologetic one, nothing’s ever going to change.

-

you read “haneul’s” message again, feeling a sharp pang of surprise mixed with frustration.

your fingers hover over the screen as a strange feeling settles in your chest. this isn’t how it’s supposed to go. she’s not playing the game like she used to. she’s not apologizing, not begging. you hate that it feels like she’s finally standing up for herself, and you hate that you’re even considering backing down.

but you won’t. you won’t back down.

you start typing, every word laced with the control you know you still have. “so now im the one in the wrong? you seriously think you can just do whatever you want, haneul? ive been here, trying to make things work, and this is how you treat me?”

you press send quickly, but it doesn’t feel like enough. you need her to see exactly how this is going to play out.

without missing a beat, you type again. “you dont get to just walk away from this. youve never cared about me the way ive cared about you. ive given everything, and this is what i get?

a small, malicious grin curls at your lips as you reread the message. it’s a challenge, and you know exactly how she’ll respond.

but you’re not done. you need her to really feel the weight of what you’re saying, to know that the ball is in her court now.

so, as a final act, you block her number. a small, satisfied smile tugging at your lips. you know exactly what’s going to happen next. she’ll realize she can’t reach you, and then she’ll be the one scrambling to fix things. it’s the perfect move—she won’t be able to ignore the situation for long. you’ve got her right where you want her.

you throw your phone down on the bed and sit back, waiting for her to come to you in the way you know she always does—when she’s desperate enough.

-

back on haneul’s side, the weight of reality crashes down on her. her heart sinks as she tries to reply to you, only to see her messages turn green.

“wait, she blocked me?” haneul’s voice cracks slightly, disbelief washing over her. “why would she do that?”

julie and natty, who’ve been watching intently, both exchange tired glances. it’s becoming painfully familiar.

julie shrugs, not even trying to hide her frustration. “what did you expect, sky? you’ve been walking on eggshells for so long, and she’s always been like this. she gets what she wants, or you’re out.”

natty rolls her eyes, shaking her head. “honestly, this is exhausting. you’re letting her manipulate you again.”

haneul’s eyes dart to the phone, panic starting to creep in. “i need to call her. please, can i use your phone?” she’s almost pleading now, the desperation in her voice unmistakable.

julie hesitates before pushing her phone toward haneul with a sigh. “you really think calling her is going to fix anything? you know what she’s doing, right?”

haneul doesn’t respond, her fingers already tapping over the screen, trying to call you through julie’s phone. she knows it’s probably a bad idea. she knows you’re playing her, but she doesn’t know how to stop. her hands shake as she waits for the call to go through.

as the phone rings, julie and natty exchange a look, both of them silently acknowledging that this is just more of the same. haneul’s too wrapped up in this toxic back and forth to see it.

-

meanwhile, you sit back on your bed, the faint buzz of your phone breaking the silence. the screen lights up with an unknown number, and a smug smirk pulls at the corners of your lips. you already know who it is. haneul.

you take your time before picking up, letting the call ring for a few moments longer than necessary. finally, you swipe to answer.

“hello?” your voice is casual, almost bored, like you’re not even remotely fazed by the call.

there’s a pause on the other end, and you can practically feel haneul’s hesitation. then, her voice breaks through, soft and pleading, “yn… please, i just—”

you cut her off, letting the silence drag for a second before speaking. “what do you want, haneul?” your tone is icy, detached. it’s the calm before the storm, and you know she’s feeling it.

“i… i didn’t mean to hurt you,” haneul starts, her words rushing out, desperate. “i don’t know what’s going on, but blocking me like that… please, just let me explain.”

you can hear the urgency in her voice, and it only makes you feel more in control. you lean back into your bed, not even bothering to sit up, enjoying the power shift. “explain what? that you’re sorry? you always say that. but nothing ever changes, does it?”

haneul’s voice cracks. “i swear i’m trying, yn. i don’t want this to be over.”

you let out a small, fake laugh. “really? because it sure seems like you’re already moving on, huh? hanging out with belle and getting too comfortable with her. it doesn’t exactly scream ‘trying.’”

there’s a long, shaky silence on the other end. you can almost see her scrambling, her mind racing, trying to figure out how to fix it.

“you’re right,” haneul finally whispers, defeated. “i made a mistake.”

you smirk again, your voice dripping with mock sympathy. “a little too late for that, don’t you think?”

the words feel almost too easy to say, but the rush of satisfaction is undeniable. you know she’s not going to give up this easily. she’ll be back. she always comes back.

you sit up a little, the smirk still playing on your lips, as you listen to haneul’s voice crack with guilt and desperation. you know she’s hanging on your every word, trying to figure out how to fix everything. and that’s exactly why you’re going to drag it out.

with a cold, calculated tone, you say, “you know, haneul, if you really want to fix this, if you really want to show me how sorry you are, then maybe we should talk about it in person.”

you pause for a moment, letting the words sink in, before you continue, dragging out the tension. “i think it’s time you come over and prove it. you’ll come to my place, and we’ll talk—really talk. and maybe, just maybe, you’ll be able to convince me that this time is different.”

you let the silence hang between you, savoring the way she must be hanging on your every word. you know what’s coming next. you’ve already won.

there’s a long, tense silence on the other end of the phone. you can practically feel the weight of haneul’s hesitation, and you know she’s torn. she knows this is a game, but she’s so deep in it now that she can’t back out.

finally, haneul’s voice breaks through, quiet and shaky. “i… i’ll come. just tell me when.”

a victorious smirk spreads across your face. you knew she couldn’t resist.

you lean back against your pillows, rolling your eyes as if the power is effortless, the game won before it even began. “how about now?” your voice is soft, but there’s a cruel edge beneath it. “come over, neul. we’ll have a real conversation about everything. but make sure you’re ready.”

you hear her swallow, and the uncertainty in her voice is like music to your ears. “okay… i’ll be there soon.”

you end the call without a second thought, feeling the rush of control flood over you. you know exactly what you’re doing, and you can already predict how this will play out. haneul will come. she’ll beg. she’ll do whatever it takes to make things right.

and you’ll be there, sitting back, enjoying the show.

-

haneul hands julie the phone, her mind racing as she processes what just happened. a knot forms in her stomach, the weight of her decision settling in. what is she even walking into? what’s going to happen when she gets there?

“hey, i’m going to her house.” haneul announces to julie and natty, her voice strained and uncertain.

julie’s eyebrows shoot up, her face an unreadable mix of disappointment and frustration. she exhales sharply, shaking her head. “seriously, sky? you’re actually going over there? after everything that’s happened?”

natty just looks at her, her gaze tired but resigned. “i don’t know why you’re doing this to yourself. she’s just going to mess with your head more.”

haneul bites her lip, looking down at her phone as if it’s the only thing grounding her. “i know, but i have to try. i don’t want to give up on this yet.”

julie leans back in her chair, rubbing her temples. “you’re not going to fix anything by letting her control you like this. she’s playing you, haneul.”

“i’ll be fine,” haneul says, her voice shaky but determined. “i just… i need to do this.”

there’s another pause before haneul adds, almost offhandedly, “tell hyewon i said bye when she comes back from the bathroom.”

julie and natty share a glance, the silence between them thick with unspoken words. it’s obvious to them both: haneul is falling deeper into the mess, and she’s not even aware of it. julie opens her mouth to say something, but haneul’s already standing up, walking toward the door with a determined look on her face.

as haneul leaves, julie lets out a soft sigh. “this is gonna end badly.”

natty doesn’t answer. she just watches as haneul walks out the door, knowing there’s no convincing her now.

-

the sound of a knock on your door pulls you from whatever you were doing. you already know who it is before you even get up to answer.

you open the door slowly, and there she is—haneul. standing there in front of you, looking like a kicked puppy. her hair is slightly messy, her forehead slick with sweat despite the cold air outside. it’s almost pathetic how she stands there, her shoulders slumped, looking like she’s already defeated before she even steps foot inside.

you can’t help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction seeing her like this.

“well,” you say, leaning against the doorframe, taking in the sight of her. “didn’t take you long, huh?”

haneul doesn’t meet your gaze immediately. Instead, she wipes her forehead nervously, eyes darting around the doorway as if looking for some kind of escape. she opens her mouth to say something but hesitates, her words caught in her throat.

“babe…” her voice is soft, hesitant, the usual confident girl nowhere to be found. “i—i’m sorry. i just… i don’t want to lose you.”

you don’t move, just stare at her for a moment longer, letting her squirm. she’s so easy to read, so easy to manipulate. it feels almost too easy.

“you’re sorry? after everything you’ve done?” you raise an eyebrow, stepping back slightly to let her in but making no move to be kind or inviting. “come in.”

haneul takes a step forward, looking like she’s walking into a lion’s den. you close the door behind her with a soft click.

now it’s time to see how much she’ll beg.

haneul stands awkwardly in the middle of your living room, her arms crossed over her chest like she’s trying to hold herself together. her eyes flit around the room, avoiding yours, and the silence between you is thick, suffocating.

you lean casually against the armrest of your couch, arms folded, watching her. she looks so small, so unsure of herself. exactly how you wanted her.

“well?” you say after a moment, your voice cutting through the quiet like a knife. “i’m waiting.”

haneul flinches slightly at your tone, but she forces herself to speak. “i—i didn’t mean for things to get this bad. i just—” she swallows hard, her voice shaky. “i don’t know what to do anymore, yn. you’re upset, and i… i don’t know how to fix it.”

you let out a soft, humorless laugh, shaking your head. “you don’t know how to fix it? really? maybe don’t put your hands all over belle next time. that’s a good place to start.”

her eyes widen slightly, and she stammers, “it wasn’t like that, i swear! she leaned into me, and i didn’t want to make it awkward. i—i wasn’t thinking.”

“of course, you weren’t thinking,” you snap, standing up straighter now, your voice dripping with venom. “you never think about how i feel, do you? i’m always the one who’s supposed to understand, to forgive, to be okay with you running around with your little friends while i’m sitting here, waiting for you.”

haneul’s lip trembles slightly, and she looks like she’s trying not to cry. “that’s not fair, yn. you know i care about you,” she says softly, her words stumbling over themselves. “a-and… sometimes you’re the one who goes out with other people… gets close with them…”

you scoff, taking a step closer to her, watching as she shifts uncomfortably under your gaze. “don’t put this on me, haneul. i’m not the one who messed up. you are. and now you’re here, looking like a kicked dog, hoping i’ll just forgive you because you said you’re sorry. is that it?”

“i’m not trying to turn anything on you,” she says quickly, her voice cracking under the weight of her words. “i just—i feel like you don’t see how much i care. you do things too, yn, and sometimes it hurts, but i don’t—” she cuts herself off, pressing her lips together as her eyes drop to the floor.

you let out a cold laugh, crossing your arms as you take a step closer. “oh, so now i’m the problem? you’re really sitting here, trying to act like you’re the victim, when you’re the one out there with belle? touching her like it’s no big deal?”

haneul shakes her head frantically, her voice rising in desperation. “it’s not like that! i told you, i wasn’t thinking—”

“exactly,” you cut her off, your tone icy. “you weren’t thinking. not about me, not about us. but now you want me to believe you care? after all of this?”

her shoulders slump, and she looks so small, so defeated, that for a moment, you almost feel a twinge of sympathy. but then you remember the photo, the way her hand lingered on belle’s waist, and the bitterness takes over again.

“yn, please,” she whispers, her voice barely audible. “i just want to fix this.”

you tilt your head, pretending to consider her words. “fix it, huh? and what exactly are you going to do to fix it, haneul? because right now, i’m not seeing much effort.”

her breath hitches, and she finally looks up at you, her eyes glistening. “i don’t want to lose you, yn. please, just tell me what i can do. i’ll do anything.”

you pause, letting her words hang in the air for a moment. the power shift is intoxicating, and you savor it, tilting your head slightly as you watch her unravel in front of you.

“anything?” you repeat again, this time softer, more venom laced beneath the word.

she nods again, her voice catching as she whispers, “anything.”

without warning, you place your hands on her shoulders and shove her backward onto the couch. she falls easily, her wide eyes locked on yours, and for a split second, you see the surprise flicker across her face.

you swing your leg over her lap, straddling her, your hands pressing firmly on her shoulders to keep her in place. haneul could stop you if she wanted to—you know it, and she knows it. she’s stronger than you, far stronger. her frame alone radiates quiet strength, the kind that could have you off her in an instant. but she doesn’t use it. she doesn’t even try.

her hands hover awkwardly by her sides, unsure whether to touch you or keep them away. her lips part, but no words come out, her expression a mixture of confusion and guilt.

“you’re pathetic, you know that?” you murmur, leaning closer until your faces are just inches apart. her breath hitches, and you can feel the tension in her body as she freezes under you. “all that strength, all that power, and you’re just letting me do this.”

“i—i don’t want to hurt you,” she stammers, her voice small, trembling.

“hurt me?” you echo, letting out a humorless laugh. “haneul, the only person hurting me right now is you. you don’t think seeing your hand on belle’s waist was a slap in the face? or that stupid soft smile you gave her?”

“it wasn’t like that,” she says quickly, her voice rising in desperation. “i told you—it didn’t mean anything! i wasn’t thinking!”

you tilt your head, pretending to consider her words as you trail your fingers down her shoulders, feeling the way she tenses under your touch. “not thinking,” you repeat softly. “you seem to do that a lot when it comes to me.”

“please, yn,” she whispers, her eyes glassy as they search yours. “tell me what to do. tell me how to fix it. i’ll do anything. just—just don’t leave me.”

you smirk, leaning back slightly but not moving off her. “that’s the thing, neul. i don’t think you even realize what you’ve done. but don’t worry—” you pause, letting the tension linger in the air. “i’ll make sure you never forget again.”

she swallows hard, her breath hitching as tears begin to spill down her cheeks. her trembling hands finally find their way to your waist, resting there lightly, as if grounding herself in the moment. her voice is barely audible as she chokes out, “i just want to make this right.”

you lean in closer, your voice a whisper against her ear. “good. because i’m not done with you yet.”

you don’t waste any time, leaning down again, this time with no hesitation, your lips crashing into hers with a force that leaves no room for second guessing. it’s hungry, possessive, your hands tangling into her hair as you press her back against the couch.

haneul lets out a soft gasp against your mouth, her hands tightening on your waist instinctively. she kisses you back just as desperately, her lips moving with yours, matching your intensity. tears are still streaming down her face, the saltiness lingering on her lips and slipping into the kiss. it only adds to the rawness of the moment, her vulnerability making her response even more desperate.

you can feel the way her body trembles slightly beneath you, not from fear, but from the weight of everything between you.

you deepen the kiss, biting down lightly on her lower lip, drawing a quiet whimper from her. it sends a rush of satisfaction through you, knowing you have her exactly where you want her. she could stop this if she wanted to—she’s strong enough to lift you off her like it’s nothing—but she doesn’t. instead, she lets you take what you want, surrendering completely.

her hands finally move, sliding up your back and pulling you closer, her strength barely restrained as she clings to you. the kiss grows hotter, more frantic, like neither of you can get enough.

when you finally pull back, both of you are breathing hard, your foreheads pressed together. her cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen, and her wide eyes are locked on yours like she’s completely lost in you.

her hands still gripping you tightly, her gaze flickering between your lips and your eyes. her voice is shaky, tears still threatening to spill over as she whispers, “yn…” it’s quiet, fragile, like she’s pleading for something she can’t put into words.

you lean in again, your lips crashing into hers once more, harder this time, determined to make sure she doesn’t forget who she belongs to.

you can taste the salt of her tears mixed with the sweetness of her lips, a heady combination that drives you wild. the world around you fades away, leaving only the two of you, lost in this intense, desperate moment.

you feel her cock harden under you, drawing an exaggerated gasp from your mouth. “seems like someone's pleased with this turn of events," you murmur, your voice a low, husky timbre tinged with amusement. you grind on her boner, eliciting a strangled moan from beneath you. her hips buck involuntarily, seeking more friction.

her nails dig into your waist, a silent plea for you not to stop. “yn..” she hisses through clenched teeth, her body tensing as she squeezes your waist harder. you just smirk wider and grind down harder.

haneul whimpers beneath you, her struggles growing weaker as you lean in closer, your presence overwhelming, claiming the space between you. her breaths come shallow and uneven, the fight in her fading as you assert your dominance, a quiet, undeniable force that leaves no room for resistance. “please...” she begs, her voice trembling with a mix of desperation and submission. “please don't stop...” her legs fall open wider, inviting you to grind against her wood.

you lean down, your face inches from hers, and sneer at her pathetic pleas. “look at you, begging like a little bitch,” you spit in her face. “you're so fucking pathetic."

tears stream down her cheeks as she nods frantically, completely broken down by your harsh words. her voice comes out as a desperate whisper, “please mommy... j-just touch me. make me yours.” her hips buck upward shamelessly, seeking any kind of release from the intense denial.

you get down on your knees between haneul’s thighs, your face level with her lap. you hook your fingers into her waistband and slowly pull down her joggers and boxers, revealing her throbbing length.

“look at this fucking dick, neul,” you sneer, wrapping your hand around the base of her shaft and giving it a few rough strokes. “so hard and ready, just for me, right?”

haneul’s hands fly to her hair, gripping it tightly as she looks down at your face buried between her legs. “fuck, y-yes…just for you mommy.” she whimpers, as you lean forward and wrap your lips around the head, sucking hard and making her whimper in desperation.

you begin to bob your head, taking her dick in and out of your mouth in quick, sloppy motions. you use your hand to jack her off in tandem, twisting and pumping your wrist as you hollow your cheeks and suck her hard.

you feel the older girl’s thick length pulse in your mouth as you work her over, her salty precum coating your tongue. you can hear her desperate whimpers and moans above you, her hands tugging at your hair as she fucks your face with shallow thrusts of her hips.

just as you feel her tensing up, ready to erupt, you suddenly pull back, letting her slick cock spring free with an obscene “pop”. grinning wickedly, you release your grip on her base, denying her that final push she so desperately craves. "not yet, neul,"

you chuckle darkly, blowing a stream of cool air across her overheated flesh. her dick jumps and leaks in response, the tip glistening with a mixture of your saliva and her own excitement. “i'm not done playing with you yet."

you admire your handiwork - haneul’s face is flushed red, tears streaming down her cheeks as she gasps for air, completely at your mercy. her cock is rock hard and throbbing, aching for release but denied by your tormenting games. "p-please...” she begs for a release.

you wrap your fingers around her straining shaft, stroking her with agonizing slowness at first. each deliberate pump of your hand sends shockwaves through her body, making her shudder and moan.

“cum for me. show me how much you love having my hand on your cock." you speed up your movements, twisting your wrist on each upward stroke.

you start to jerk her off faster, your hand moving up and down her length with increasing pressure. "you're so close, sweetheart. i can feel your dick throbbing in my hand." you lean in and whisper in her ear, "cum for mommy, neul."

her body tenses, and she lets out a choked off whimper as she finds her release, hot and sticky, spurting into your hand. but you don't stop. you keep jerking her off through her entire release, her overstimulated flesh turning sensitive and painful.

as you relentlessly stroke her, the korean girl starts moaning loudly, the sound muffled by you kissing her sloppily, swallowing her noises. her hips buck involuntarily, trying desperately to escape the overwhelming sensation yet desperately seeking more. tears leak from the corners of her eyes as she moans, "mmh…oh shit..."

her cock pulses weakly, overstimulated and sensitive, but you continue the torturous pleasure. "you can't help but love it, can you?" you whisper teasingly. "your pretty little cock is so sensitive and needy..."

you abruptly cease your relentless stroking, leaving haneul’s cock twitching and desperate. she whimpers in confusion and withdrawal, her hips still shuddering. you start to slowly remove your own clothing, teasing her with glimpses of your bare skin.

once you're naked, you crawl back onto the couch and straddle her hips. her eyes widen as she takes in your bare body, her gaze lingering on your curves. without a word, you reach down and guide her still hard (though sensitive) cock to your entrance.

as you slowly sink down onto her sensitive cock, haneul lets out a high pitched whine at the tightness and pressure. her overstimulated flesh struggles to accommodate your warmth, making her whine and squirm beneath you. "y-yn, it's too much!”

despite her protests, haneul’s cock remains rock hard inside you, betraying her body's true desires. you start to grind your hips, drawing more whimpers and gasps from her lips as you stimulate her sensitive tip with each movement. "ah! oh fuck, y-you feel amazing..."

the sensitivity proves too much for haneul, and as you continue to ride her, she can feel her release building too quickly. she tries to warn you, "wait, it's too soon, i’m gonna-" but you ignore her pleas, continuing to move on her.

with a loud, desperate cry, haneul’s body tenses and then convulses as she cums hard and fast inside you. her hot seed spills out, filling you up as she thrashes and jerks beneath you, completely overwhelmed by the intensity of her orgasm. “mmh— f-fuck!”

despite her pleas of "p-please, it's t-too much...", you continue to ride the older girl, her still spurting cock milking out every last drop of cum. you soothe her with gentle reassurances, "it's okay, baby... just a little more for mommy..."

her oversensitive cock twitches uncomfortably but remains impossibly hard as you continue your slow grind. tears reform in haneul’s eyes from the mixture of pleasure and intense sensory overload. "m-mommy... it's too sensitive... please... i-i can't..." "you can take it for mommy, my love..."

with a broken cry, haneul’s body starts to shake as she feels another wave of intense pleasure rushing through her. she buries her face in your neck, sobbing and moaning uncontrollably as she starts to shoot blanks, her cock pulsing with each empty spurt. "mommy..."

you hold the girl close, cradling her as she sobs and cries into your neck, her body still twitching and spasming with the aftershocks of her overstimulated orgasm. her blank shots paint your insides, a futile attempt to empty her sensitive cock of its overwhelming load.

as haneul continues to cry and shake, you feel your own orgasm building, the relentless pounding of her sensitive cock against your g-spot finally becoming too much to bear. with a loud, piercing scream, you climax, your inner muscles clamping down on haneul's cock as you ride out your intense orgasm.

her fingers dig into your waist, keeping you pressed firmly against her as your climax triggers another series of blank shots from her exhausted cock. you grip her hair tightly, using it for leverage as you ride out your waves of pleasure. her sobbing moans against your neck only heighten your ecstasy.

“i can't... i can't stop..." she whimpers, completely lost in the overwhelming sensation of being used while so sensitive. her nails dig deeper into your waist, surely to leave bruises, as another empty spurt escapes her.

as both of you slowly come down from your intense orgasms, you gently stroke haneul’s hair, soothing her as she continues to sob softly against your neck. you hold her close, rocking her gently as you try to calm her down. her blank shots slowly taper off as her oversensitive cock finally starts to recover.

haneul finally looks up at you, her tear-soaked eyes wide and full of guilt. “i’m… i’m so sorry, yn… i didn’t mean to disappoint you…” she sniffles, her voice breaking as she searches your face for forgiveness. you tilt her chin up gently, forcing her to meet your gaze, your thumb tracing slowly along her cheek, wiping away the tears that fall like a confession.

“shh, baby,” you whisper, your tone soft, almost affectionate. “it’s okay. i know you didn’t mean to… but you hurt me, neul.” you pause, letting the weight of your words settle, watching the guilt twist her features. “and that’s not what someone who loves me would do, is it?”

she shakes her head desperately, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks. “no, no, yn… i swear, i love you. i do. please, believe me…”

you offer her a faint smile, brushing her hair back from her face like she’s something fragile. “then prove it,” you say, your voice gentle, yet laced with an undeniable finality. “block belle’s number. delete her. she’s only coming between us, neul. and we don’t need anyone else, do we? just you and me, baby.”

her breath hitches, and she clings to you tighter, as if holding on will erase the tension that lingers between you. “i promise,” she chokes out, her voice trembling. “i’ll do it right now. i’ll block her. i don’t want anyone else. just you…”

you hum softly, your fingers combing through her hair in a way that’s both soothing and possessive. “good girl,” you murmur, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of her head. “i knew you’d make the right choice. you always do… because you love me, don’t you?”

“i do,” she whispers, her voice a desperate plea. “i love you more than anything…”

you smile, satisfaction blooming in your chest as you pull her impossibly closer, her dependence on you sinking deeper with every word, every touch, every breath.

her ahh angry over a pose 🙄 get a load of this guy

anyways hope u guys enjoyed lolz asshole yn for the win ??

[liquidsmooth]

Kiss Of Life as girlfriends

pairing: ot4 x gn!reader (separately)

Request details: “I've been obsessed with kiof was so excited to see someone who writes them!! maybe you could do an ot4 thing of your general thoughts about them as girlfriends :0”

a/n: woo first request🙏🏻🙏🏻 thank u so much for requesting. i just started getting into kiof so i’m still feeling them out but i love their music sm😖

hopefully this is what u meant LOL

10/10 for all the girls i love them sm

Han Julie:

- because of her hate for selfish people, she would absolutely spoil you

- dates would be so well thought out and romantic

- MBTI time🤗; ENFP’s are warm and passionate also spontaneous so random date nights would definitely happen

- 10/10

Anatchaya Natty:

- she likes sunrises so i think she would definitely want to watch a sunrise with you at some point

- here we go w the MBTI’s again😓, INFJ’s are perfectionists (according to google) so this might bleed into the relationship a bit, expect everything to be perfect.

- 10/10

Shim Belle:

- would be so touchy😣

- probably a really silly relationship, someone u can goof off with

- also going off of her MBTI, ENFP (another one), just like julie should would be warm and passionate. because of how silly she is, i believe she would enjoy someone who us just as silly as her and can bounce off her energy

- 12/10 (i love touchy people)

Won Haneul:

- feel like this would be first love type of situation

- u guessed it! based off her MBTI, ISTJ’s are typically dedicated to their partners do def expect her to put a lot of effort and energy into the relationship

- would be so so sweet

- 10/10 imma put her in my pocket🤗🤗

[candyrockpop]

Drunk WH characters x Reader

Every character drunk x GN!reader (minus home, of course.)

TW/CW: Mentions of alcohol, arguing(not specific, just a mention), kisses, and drunk shenanigans

Enjoy!

Wally Darling

🍎I think Wally would be...not hard to get drunk, but it would take a good number of drinks.

🍎When he does get drunk though? He is clingy and he is HUNGRY.

🍎Probably ask you to hold him and eat over your shoulder if food is nearby.

🍎Would absolutely not let you go, you have to give him affection!

🍎"Wally, can you let go now?" "No. Cuddles."

🍎You would have to bring him to Home, and spend the night as he will hang onto you like a koala.

Poppy Partridge

🪅You would end up going up to her to see if she was drunk or not.

🪅She would just be watching everyone with a goofy smile.

🪅If you ask her if she's okay, she would just start telling old stories about the neighborhood, even embarrassing ones.

🪅"Oh yes, one time Julie ate one of Barnabys hotdogs and nearly cried because it was spicy! I was so worried!"

🪅She would eventually wrap you in her wings, just holding you. It's pretty warm, actually.

🪅You'd have to bring her home, since she was pretty tipsy.

🪅She thanks you the next morning and apologizes.

Julie Joyful

💐One drink of something a little too strong and she is a goner.

💐She would end up dancing with Sally.

💐Only after she and a drunken Barnaby argue over what song to put on–

💐Eventually She'll have the idea to try and climb Howdy, who just trips under her added weight.

💐When you go to collect her, she presses kisses all over your face.

💐On the way to her house, she somehow ends up stuck in a tree?

💐Like how? You get her down and home and the next day she thanks you and keeps you company the rest of the day.

Howdy Pillar

🐛Somehow, this man is even more clumsy than Eddie is on a bad day.

🐛Like, I'm talking tripping over air and running into everything.

🐛It's okay, he doesn't care if that big, happy grin on his face is any indication, especially when he finally stumbles(falls) into you.

🐛You have to force him to sit down since he just wants to give you hugs but keeps falling when he tries to pick you up.

🐛He will wrap you in all of his arms and lay his head on yours.

🐛That dopey, lovesick smile on his face is everything, even if he's drunk.

🐛Eventually you talk(bribe) him into letting you go with kisses.

🐛You literally drag him home since he is a walking disaster. (He sports several scrapes and cuts the next day, and asks what happened.)

Barnaby Beagle

🌭"Me? Drunk? Absolutely."

🌭He is aware he is drunk, but he doesn't mind since he knows he's safe.

🌭For a little while he's causing chaos. Chasing squirrels, tackling neighbors attempting to chase squirrels, eating half the snack table...

🌭When he gets tired though? He will find you.

🌭And he will sleep on you with his head in your lap.

🌭Before he falls asleep though he is all over you.

🌭Nuzzling you, licking your hair, kissing your cheeks, cuddling into your lap...

🌭He ends up trapping you there for the night, and you hope it doesn't rain...

Sally Starlet

🌟She is dancing for hours. She doesn't care what the song is, she is dancing.

🌟She will drag everyone to dance, including you.

🌟She is causing chaos, too. Aka, trying to ride Barnaby like a horse, and climb Poppy like a mountain.

🌟You do have to pull her off, but then she just plops where she is and starts telling dramatic stories.

🌟You make sure to write down any ideas she has so she can see them later.

🌟"And then, a second dragon swoops in just as the hero makes a move to slay the first one. And starts fighting the other dragon!" *furiously writes as she talks 🖋*

🌟You end up going to your house since hers was a bit of a mess

🌟She ends up loving the ideas drunk her came up with, and presses happy kisses all over your hands and cheeks, and one to your lips.

Eddie Dear

✉He's more clumsy than normal, like please keep him away from the tables, he keeps running into them!

✉Ran into you running from a chaotic Julie and knocks you both over.

✉He smiles and you both just kinda lay there.

✉He will listen to you if you start talking, and will randomly start motivating you.

✉With words and with his love.

✉Like, this man is pressing kisses to your knuckles, palm, lips, cheeks, forehead, lips again-

✉When you go to walk him back to the post office?

✉He forgets to open the door, runs into it, and knocks himself out. (It's okay, you carried him inside!)

Frank Frankly

📚This man a perfect mix of reckless and clean freak.

🦋Like, he will start cleaning obsessively, then make a mess moments later trying to chase a moth he thought was a butterfly.

📚Of course he doesn't make it far, either you grab him or he trips, either way you caught him.

🦋He keeps trying to chase "butterflies"

📚Eventually harassed Howdy about turning into a butterfly.

🦋Pretty soon after he clocks out and passes out on the grass.

📚You carry him home, or drag him, and get him in his bed. You stay to ensure he doesn't make up and try to do something stupid.

🦋He wakes up the next morning and remembers absolutely nothing, but is very embarrassed when you tell him.

Alright, I hope you enjoyed! This was requested and I hope you don't mind I did headcanons. Let me know if you want anything else, my ask box is open. Also, finals are done and school is out! (Ignore any and all spelling mistakes-)

[melanchoire]

heh ot3 kiof overstimulating reader bc they think readers moans are pretty (recording it for a more explicit concept)

cw: cunnilingus, fingering, nipple play.

kiss of life unnies being complete perverts for their beloved maknae :( when you were invited to the studio to record a couple of things at midnight for the group’s upcoming comeback, you thought it would just be another night where you would work late. you know julie’s natural charm and charisma that wins over the public and always manages to become popular every time she appears on stage, natty’s all-round talent and how she was always a hot topic to talk about even before she debuted, and belle’s skills in writing songs that are works of art and have the best sounds

but you didn’t expect them to have you sitting on the desk chair, with your legs open and placed on each of the armrests so that you were well exposed to their hungry eyes

julie’s fingers buried deep in your pussy as she kisses your lips and swallows your moans, smiling against your lips as you start to get too loud, knowing it’s the right moment to grab the microphone and hold it close to your mouth. natty flicking her tongue against your swollen clit and flicking the little bud with the tip of her tongue. and belle playing with your tits rubbing your nipples with the pads of her thumbs or pulling them with her fingers

and all the time they are encouraging you to do more. encouraging you to do a little better and stop trying to stifle your moans, ordering you to put your shy side aside because you need to help your unnies with the process of creating the next album, blackmailing you that if you want fame sometimes you have to do risky things

[jellymochii]

Midnight Kiss

✰pairings: julie han x fem!reader

✰genre: established relationship, fluff

✰cw: mentions of alcohol use

✰wc: 772

↪author's note: hello! got a sudden burst of writing ability and decided to make a little drabble with Julie in celebration of new years. hope you enjoy!

**THIS IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION AND DOES NOT REFLECT THE TRUE NATURE OF THE PEOPLE MENTIONED.**

Time: 11:52 PM

The company’s New Year’s party was always a tradition you enjoyed wholeheartedly. It was a break from the dull and tedious energy of the office and gave you the rare chance to drink as much as you wanted in front of your boss.

This year, however, it was extra special for you, as you were celebrating alongside your beloved girlfriend, Julie.

The two of you had met when she was just an intern for your boss. Her bright smile, which lit up every room she walked into, made your heart swell with joy. After several weeks of small talk here and there, you decided to make a move and invited her out to dinner at a high-end restaurant uptown. It was there you discovered she, too, liked women, and the two of you bonded quickly over shared interests and the usual complaints about the demanding work you both endured at the office.

It was one year ago, today, at the office New Year’s party, that you shared your first kiss with Julie—at the very place where you’d first seen her.

Life had been a dream ever since that kiss. You’d asked her to officially be yours the very next day (to which she beamed with joy and said yes). Everyone at the office seemed surprisingly supportive, including your boss, who referred to the two of you as "lovebirds" and let you chatter as long as it didn’t interfere with important tasks (it did). Six months later, the two of you moved in together, initially justifying it as a financial decision. But the truth was, living alone in the middle of a big city was too lonely, and Julie brought you an extra layer of bliss you never knew you needed.

And here you both were again, at the same party where you’d truly fallen for each other. Even amidst your coworkers’ boisterous, booze-fueled laughter, Julie still shines brilliantly, illuminated by the disco lights on the dance floor.

With a red cup in hand, you watched her twirl and sway to the beat. She could make even the most boring songs danceable with her joyous radiance and amusing moves. Your eyes locked for a brief moment before she skipped over to you.

“Babeeee! You HAVE to come dance with me—this is my jam!” she exclaimed.

Normally, you wouldn’t dare set foot in the center of the dance floor, being the wallflower you were. But the liquid courage in your system and the sparkle in Julie’s eyes made you let her drag you there.

Several coworkers joined in, inspired by you and Julie living your best lives to Britney Spears songs blasting over the speakers. To put it simply, this was the time of your life. Watching your girlfriend belly laugh at the awkward attempts of your coworkers to dance, and seeing your stern, masculine boss suddenly belt out all the lyrics to “...Baby One More Time,” was truly a sight to behold. Nothing could compare to this moment.

“Look! The countdown is starting!” one of your coworkers exclaimed as everyone rushed toward the large wall clock, watching the seconds tick by ever so slowly.

“Can you believe it, Y/N? A whole year with you! Time really flies when you’re with the one you love, huh?” Julie said.

“Of course it does. But maybe next year will go a little slower, so I can savor every moment with you,” you replied.

A smile bloomed across her face as her cheeks turned a rosy red. “Awwwwww, babe, you’re the sweetest!” she shouted proudly.

The crowd grew louder as the clock counted down to 20 seconds, then 15, and then 10.

“TEN! NINE! EIGHT!” Everyone shouted in harmony. You grabbed Julie’s hand and smiled brightly at her as you both joined in, gleefully calling out the numbers with the rest of the crowd.

“FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE! HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

Plastic streamers flew through the air as noisemakers and party poppers erupted amidst the room’s cheers. You turned to Julie, still holding her hand, and whispered in her ear.

“Happy anniversary, baby. I love you always.”

Her free hand cupped your face gently as she pulled you in for a kiss. Fireworks in the brightest shades of color erupted outside the window, making the moment even more magical.

As the kiss ended and you gazed at her, you felt nothing but deep, unconditional love. Your sweet Julie, who made every part of your life feel like a dazzling display of fireworks. Your heart was always hers—she was the only one who could make every day feel like New Year’s Day.

[yncoreee]

JEALOUS WIFE. Click!

You were at a meeting with your wife at her company. Of course she’d want you to sit right next to her, but she was busy scrolling through her phone all through out not bothering to pay a single bit of attention to you.

Looking up at her, you smiled but only got a cold stare back. “So boring” you thought crossing your arms over your chest and slouching down on the chair.

A few minutes later, another co-worker who happened to be your friend sat right beside you. “Hiiii y/n omg it’s been a while!” She greeted scooting her chair closer.

“Omg it has” you responded sitting up right to fully divert your attention to them. You got carried away talking to her that you had unintentionally forgotten about your wife right next to you, ignoring her burning gaze.

Julie watched as the both of you conversed for what seemed like eternity. She had tried various methods of getting your attention.

Another way crept up into her mind. She reached out to hold your hands carefully, taking it in hers, leaving the co-worker in front of you confused on what was going on.

Seeing the bewildered face the co-worker wore, you immediately let go of Julie’s hand trying your best to ignore her cold gaze.

“Uhhhh….should I leave? I feel like I’m interrupting something” the co-worker hesitantly asked, getting up to leave.

“No no no it’s—“

“Omg YES! Please go, you are interrupting something” Julie interrupted, plastering a fake apologetic smile.

You felt a mere bit of pity for the coworker, after seeing her sad expression when she was chased by your jealous wife.

“Ugh why did you kick them out just like that?” You asked, slouching low on the chair.

“Excuse you, but I had been trying to hint at them for hours that you were taken by someone AnD that someone was me, but they’re just as stupid as you” she shrugged, focusing her attention back to her phone.

“Hey! I’m not stupid”

“Yea you aren’t” she sarcastically rolled her eyes drawing you closer with her hand resting on your waist. “Now you’ll have to stay close to me, so no one tries any shit again”

[djljpanda]

Do you have any headcannons about dating Julie joyful?

You call her jewels or JJ

She loves all the nicknames you give her

I honestly see you guys as the sunshine and sunshine protector

Always trying new hair styles with you

She is there for you when you are feeling down

I feel like she would always try to dress you up as if you were her own doll

Late night calls every night

You both def have a hair routine or more like a night and morning routine

She does bake for you every chance she gets

I feel like Julie has a diary and in that diary your whole relationship is documented

Julie remembers and knows everything about you from you favorite color all the way to what you dream about at night

Morning walks together is a thing between you after making a delicious breakfast together

She does arrive to dates with different hair styles

She does appreciate when you help her with her hair

You did get to meet all of her siblings and yes they did give you the TALK

Sometimes you do go with her to visit her family at the beginning of you guys relationship but soon her family just wants to see you

She confessed to you on Valentine's day with some chocolates

She is a great listener and is always the shoulder you have when you need to cry and she is happy to be that for you

She would defend you if anyone would upset you in any way

I feel like your guys relationship is really a fairytale kind and one of the healthiest I know