#he said Oppa means he is older

[fannypeepot]

Mentally, I stalk him. Yet, I know he is somewhere waiting and stalking me and yes, in silence there I am weeping and hating myself for not screaming.

My senses are like the world, but I am on this higher alert and somehow, I am his guided missile aching to squirt and without even touching myself.

I remember a moment last night when I whispered, more pain more pain Oppa, please and without saying the words.

He is evil, He is mean and when I am with him, I laugh, I giggle and to him I could only explain, the pressure felt extremely deep and underneath, my tummy, it seemed.

[sooniebby]

hello, if you still take requests, please hear me out

reader is roommates with a guy. a rather hot guy, to be honest

reader is in denial whenever someone asks if he's attracted to his roommate, but it's obvious he is, he can't take his eyes off him... taking quick looks at his crotch...

anyways, unfortunately the room only has one bed, in which they sleep on together. normally, they sleep each on each side of the bed, but tonight, roommate hugs reader from behind, sleeping spooning

reader won't admit, but he's sooo horny. he just lowers his hand and starts jerking off right there and then, careful not to wake roommate up

little does he know his roommate was just pretending to be asleep and is well sure of what he's doing. now, roommate will show reader what he's made of

would you mind writing something like this?

ఌ 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄

W.C › 9.2k

Warnings › this is a random oc. Bottom male reader!!! Changed a few parts of the plot and added kinks since there wasn’t any. Get ready for me using song lyrics, just for a little bit. Anything not translated will be translated at the ending notes. if I have any Korean wrong correct me! I appreciate feedback, I’m not fluent!

Kinks › dubcon, lite somnophilia, dom/sub, manhandling, predator/prey, size difference, blood, possessiveness, dacryphilia

Words to know › 자기야 (jagiya/jagi) means “baby/sweetie”. 선배 (seonbae) title for someone older in school/work. 형 (hyung/hyeong) name for older male from a younger male. 아/야 (a/ya) showing closeness to someone. 동생 (Dongsaeng) little brother/sister, doesn’t have to be a biological sibling/can be a friend.

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❝ 김진우 ❞

Those words were practically all that you heard these days. You know, when you originally came to this university, you had big plans. Plans to date as much as possible. Finally lose your virginity!

But they’re nothing important compared to who you unfortunately got paired to dorm with.

Kim Jinu.

A third year at your university. You felt bitter, to say the least. Of course you would have to unlucky chance of being paired with an upperclassman than another freshman. Gah, you wanted to cry.

Anyone that came up to you was always asking about Mister Kim Jinu! What about you?! You were handsome too!

Well, you were a potato next to Jinu.

The Korean beauty standards just had to pick favorites.

A slow soft sigh left your lips as you stared at your empty screen in front of you. Your fingers twiddled with your pen before you leaned over and pressed it against the screen, attempting to finish the outline of your sketch. You were an art major, dreaming of being an animator or even a comic book artist.

Much to your parents dismay. You haven’t had your mother’s signature kimchi in almost two months now due to your choice. But you tried not to dwell on it! You wanted to be happy.

And if being a starving artist is the only way, so be it!

Speaking of starving….

Your stomach growled as you whined and tossed the pen onto the desk, lying back in your chair as you swirled around. You’d have better luck being a Kpop idol at this point. Maybe it’s not too late. Who doesn’t like a filler member?

You glance in the small circle mirror resting on your desk and probe at your cheeks. Plastic surgery isn’t too much, right? Maybe a slimmer nose? Double eyelids?

“(Name) Oppa..? What are you doing?”

A shriek left your lips as you looked back at Cho Yoona, your classmate. A tight smile pulled on your lips as you took the iced coffee she had in her hands.

“Nothing, nothing. Oppa is just having a mental breakdown.” You said, quickly taking a sip of your coffee to gain some energy back.

Yoona grabbed a chair and pulled it close to your desk, sitting down next to you. “Hm. What are you doing now?”

“Ah? Well, the theme was something out of our comfort zone, so I was trying to create… uh… nude portraits..”

“Huh? Nude? Will Professor Lee Hyunki approve that?”

You shrugged, placing the coffee down onto the desk. “I have a backup plan. I haven’t been able to get in touch with him anyway.” A groan left your throat as you saved your draft before shutting off your computer. “Anyway, let’s go. It’s getting late.”

As you and Yoona packed up, she suddenly looked over to you with a big smirk.

“Oppa… are you… close to Kim Jinu Seonbae?” She asked, looking up at you with wide eyes.

“No.” You quickly said, rolling your eyes. “We’re just roommates. Not close at all.”

“Oh.” She muttered, pouting. “You’re lucky, Oppa. You get to be so close to Jinu Seonbae. Isn’t he handsome up close?” She squealed, clutching her notebook tight against her chest. “I’d die if I get to see him right after he takes a shower!!!”

“Get your mind out of the gutter.” You muttered, playfully flicking her forehead. The two of you left the classroom, turning off the lights and closing the door.

Once Yoona went her own separate way to her own dorms, you couldn’t help but think about what she said. Jinu… in just a towel..?

You heaved as you accidentally swallowed your coffee a bit too fast, pounding at your chest once you finally reached your dorm. Your hands fiddle with your keys while you fight off the harsh coughing burning at your chest. The door swings open as you struggle inside, slamming the door behind you.

Tossing your bag onto your side of the room, you make a beeline for the mini fridge and pull out a water bottle, downing it in seconds. As the cool refreshment calmed the coughing beast within you, you suddenly realized you weren’t holding your coffee anymore.

Your eyes trailed down to see it lying spilled on the floor not too far from your feet.

And unfortunately, it spilled right on a stake of papers near Jinu’s backpack. A shrill girlish scream right of a horror movie leaves your throat as you collapse to your knees and pick up the coffee cup, seeing the damage.

Your fingers felt numb as they slowly peeled the notebook open, seeing the pages stuck together like glue. The once white sheets dark in black, ice cubes coating it like sprinkles. Holy fuck.

Fuck fuck.

Jinu was going to kill you!

With the coffee coating the paper, you could hardly read what was written in it. But judging from the top cover, it looked to be a study guide or something.

Your eyes squinted as you tried to read what you could in hopes of gaging just how bad you fucked up. The words that you could only read were: “바보…토끼…자기…”

What the fuck?

Idiot, rabbit, babe?

What the hell was Jinu writing about?

Jinu was a business major. You couldn’t recall him taking any classes dealing with animals. Maybe it was a code word? Well, all that mattered was that it didn’t seem too important so you quickly grabbed the notebook. Drying it with a hair dryer seemed like your safest bet.

The room door opened, catching your attention as you shoved the notebook behind your back. There stood Jinu, obviously waving bye to someone before finally looking into the room. His eyes zoned in on you, face just frozen for a solid second.

You panicked, thinking that he could possibly see the notebook behind your back. Not the fact you were on your knees, staring up at him with wide cute eyes, and plump lips pulled into a slight pout. Especially with your sweater that was large and baggy, something you preferred, with one of the sleeves down—showing your bare shoulders.

Why would you wear tanks underneath the sweater? The buildings here aren’t that cold.

“Jinu Seonbae..!” You whisper, giggling nervously as you pressed the notebook tight against your back, taking a peek to make sure it didn’t stick out. “How.. was your day?”

Jinu blinked. Once, twice, before a large grin pulled onto his face and his eyes practically closed into those crescent moons girls swooned about. Whatever he was thinking about was long gone.

“I thought I told you to call me hyung, (Name). We’re going to be roommates for a while anyway.” Jinu said, closing the door behind him as he slipped off his shoes and put away his jacket.

You wanted him to stay as far as possible—you couldn’t have him seeing the mess you made! Your eyes trailed around the room, looking for something to distract him with. The floor was feeling sticky from the coffee, its spill coating the floor and now your knees. You didn’t even noticed you had accidentally knelt in the damn puddle.

“H..Hyung! Uhm, can you… get me some napkins?” You yelled, stopping Jinu just as he began to walk past the bathroom door. He balked at your raised voice but simply hummed, turning on his heels to grab some from the connected bathroom.

Your hands gripped the sticky notebook and shoved it underneath one of your old textbooks on your desk, standing up just as Jinu came back.

“Spilled something?”

“Mhm… just some coffee.” You muttered, thanking him for the napkins as you kneeled back down to wipe it up. “I don’t think it got on any of your things.”

Jinu let out a noncommittal hum, standing just inches from you as you bent over. You felt watched—to a strange and uncomfortable amount but you didn’t want to say anything. Once you finished, you glanced up at him, hoping he possibly didn’t notice his missing notebook.

But this position.

No.

No, it was his stare really. You felt yourself squirm, wondering how a guy could look so cute not too long ago and watch you like a hawk the next.

“Ah, (Name), did you eat the sandwich I bought you?” Jinu suddenly asked, his gaze shifting to his desk as he moved past you, sitting down on his chair. “I tried to remember what you liked.”

“Oh uhm. I gave it to my dongsaeng.”

The soft taps on the desk stopped, causing you to look over at Jinu. He was facing the window so you couldn’t get a read on his face. But the total silence made you feel as if what you said was the wrong answer.

“Dongsaeng? Biological?”

“Uhm. Yes. My little brother came to visit me.” You muttered, feeling a bit weirded out he asked that. “He skipped school to see me, but I didn’t have enough money to take him out so I just gave him my lunch. Sorry, Seonbae.”

Jinu’s light tapping on the desk began again as he let out a laugh. “It’s okay! I’ll just make sure to get you two next time.” He turned to face you, a large grin on his lips. Any tension in your body slipped away as you couldn’t help but smile back.

Kim Jinu wasn’t too bad of a roommate.

Just a shame he kept cockblocking you.

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ

“Wa, Hyung, these lover letters are all for you?”

On your desk, covering your keyboard and almost the entire space area, was a small mountain of love letters. In your classroom for art major, you all had small little cubicles that was essentially your work station. Unlucky for you, many people found out exactly where yours was to leave gifts.

Oh but not for you.

Are you kidding?

They were all for Jinu.

Your classmate, Im Taeil, reached over and grabbed one of the food that were left, reading the sticky note attached to it. “Oh. This one is for Kim Jinu Seonbae.”

“They’re all for him.” You muttered bitterly, grabbing a heap of them and stomping over to the trash, dumping them with no remorse. Taeil watched you in awe as you cleaned your desk in seconds, leaving just the few snacks.

“Why do they give them to you instead of Jinu Seonbae?” Taeil asked, pulling at the rest of the sticky notes to read what was on them. “Wouldn’t it be easier to just confess to him? Wow, these notes leave nothing to the imagination. I think some of these are from guys too.”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing one of the chocolate bars and pulling it open, taking a big bite. “I don’t know! Maybe they can’t handle rejection. I hope they know I’m not his damn servant!” You plopped down onto your chair and sighed, wanting to just drown in your sorrows.

So much for getting laid or finding a partner.

All that anyone wanted was Kim Jinu!

Agh!! You just wanted to say, “꺼져!” But you knew saying “go to hell” to everyone was a bad idea and would practically send you into the shadow realm of no friends.

Though your only friends seemed to be Taeil and Yoona. But you didn’t really think they liked you as a person. You were just the easiest to talk to.

“Hyung, can I…?” Taeil suddenly whispered, catching your attention. His hands made a grabby motion as he inched close to one of the snacks on your desk. You mutely waved and allowed him to grab whatever he wanted. You’d probably just give the rest to Yoona or something. Ah, maybe your little brother…?

“Oh, Oppa! Taeil!” Yoona greeted, the door pushed open as she carried a bag filled with goods. She skipped over, a bright cheery grin on her lips as she stood right in front of you and Taeil. “Look what Jinu Seonbae gave me! Ah, he’s so cool!”

Taeil peaked into the bag and pulled out a bag of chips. “Wow. He really got these for you?” You couldn’t deny the slight twitch in your lips at his wording. Her? Just for Yoona? No way. No way…

Yoona shook her head. “Not just for me! It’s mainly for (Name) Oppa!” She took out another pair of chips and two sodas, handing one over to Taeil. “The rest is for you! There’s a note inside.”

The bag was practically thrusted onto your lap as Yoona walked over to her desk across from yours and plopped down, eagerly chowing down on her snacks.

Taeil looked curious on what the note said but seemed to know there was limits to his nosy behavior as he sat down at his desk two seats away from you. Huh. Mainly for you?

Weird.

You pulled open the plastic bag and pulled out a soda and chips, similar to what he gave Taeil and Yoona. But there was more: two turkey sandwiches. You pulled out the one that had a sticky note on it, tilting your head as you read his handwriting out to yourself.

❝ 여기, 샌드위치 두 개요. 오직 토끼만을 위한! 아니 동생! ❞

❝ Here, two sandwiches. For Bunny only! No Dongsaeng! ❞

“No dongsaeng?”

You shrieked, looking back to see Taeil suddenly standing behind you. He grinned sheepishly, taking a step back.

“Sorry, Hyung. You got so quiet… I was a bit worried.”

Yoona perked up from her desk, tilting her head. “What does it say?” She walked over and glanced down at the note. “Who’s bunny?”

You shrugged, “not sure. I’ve never been called a bunny before.” You let out another pathetic cry of shock when Yoona and Taeil were suddenly close to your face, eyes wide as if they were examining you like a piece of meat.

“Really? You look more like a deer to me.” Yoona muttered.

“No… I see the bunny. Ah, but maybe hamster too. You have chubby cheeks, Hyung!” Taeil chimed in.

You rolled your eyes, wanting to push them away but you kinda enjoyed the attention. You weren’t really into the whole animal representative thing that a lot of Kpop idols did. Just didn’t see the purpose, especially after you grew up. But you wouldn’t lie and say you didn’t like being referred to as such cute animals.

You could’ve gotten an insect!

The rest of the day was uneventful. You actually ended up eating both sandwiches Jinu gave you, slaving away at your project. It wasn’t going as great as you envisioned—nowhere near. You had no problem creating a nude body it was just difficult to make it… artistically pleasing and not full on horny.

❝ 잠깐만요 시간 있나요?…. ❞

Yoona’s Bluetooth speaker sang the melody of AOA - Excuse me as you stared at the rough draft in front of you. You wished you didn’t pick digital art for this project and stick to traditional but there was no use complaining now.

Your wrist tensed as you zoomed in on the face of your model—creating the soft brush strokes of his hair. Sharp eyes, black in color. The outline of lips that you would paint in pink. Maybe even red. Earrings? No, he doesn’t have any.

He’s gotten bigger. Definitely compared to the pictures you’ve seen of him last year from his friends. Weights..? Boxing? His knuckles looked bruised sometimes when you saw him.

Red, aching. Cuts of skin. Bright and glossy from the ointment he’d put on it. Tanned skin. Red against tanned skin—a perfect contrast.

Does it hurt to move? If you kissed it, would the blood coat your lips?

It was such an edgy thought but you wondered how it’d look to use his blood as lipstick.

His thumb pressed on your bottom lip, slowly smearing it. Would he call you pretty? Kissing you so you both can taste the metallic rush of blood. Maybe you can taste something else. White, maybe?

Your breathing shuddered as your grip on your pen tightened, legs pressing tightly together. Red and white. Would he like you in that? Pretty and pliant just for him to claim. Your free hand gently pulled at your pants, alleviating some pressure against your crotch.

Bunny. Were you his bunny?

Is that what he thought of you? Helpless and defenseless? His fingernails digging into your soft skin as blood spilled, your soft moans teetering on the verge of tears.

What did he remind you of?

A fox?

Don’t they eat bunnies?

You didn’t know why the thought made your whole body spasm. Your breathing getting heavy as the pen began to slip from your hand. He’d chase you. Yeah, that’s what a fox does to their prey. Chase you until couldn’t run anymore, huddled in a dead end as he got closer.

You’d cry and beg but he’d take you. Because he wants you—wants you so bad he can’t control himself. He’d always wanted you beneath him screaming his name for all to hear. As you became his prey.

❝ 벗어날 수 없는 걸 ❞

“Oh! I love this song! Taeil, do you like The Boyz?” Yoona said, turning up the volume. Taeil hummed, looking up from his screen. His eyes looked bloodshot at this point. How long have you guys been here?

“I prefer girl groups. Like Red Velvet!” Taeil said, proudly showing his phone that had a Lock Screen of Seulgi. Yoona cooed and showed her Lock Screen of Kevin. Wow, you’re stuck with Kpop fans. You rubbed your eyes, looking away from your screen to stop seeing the dark spots appearing in your vision.

Taeil and Yoona began talking about their favorite groups while you listened to the song. It felt oddly fitting for the mood you were in right now. You’d have to ask Yoona for the name later. Right now you need a drink, stat.

You grabbed your water bottle and took long gulps as you finally glanced back at your drawing. It took a moment for it to fully register before you let out a scream.

No it was certainly manly.

“Hyung?!”

“Oppa?!”

There—right in front of you—was Kim Jinu staring right back at you. You…

You fucking drew him?!

❝ 온통 너로 물들여질 테니… ❞

No way. No fucking way.

But there it was, staring back at you. His fluffy black hair slicked back as if he was drenched in water. Black eyes with his signature big nose. His lips weren’t pulled into his usual smiles. You had drawn him with all of his features except that damn smile.

Damn Kim Jinu… he was affecting you in ways you didn’t think was possible.

You quickly saved your draft on the tablet and turned it off, needing to just go to your dorm and sleep this daze off. “Yoona… Taeil… I need to sleep.” You muttered, Yoona and Taeil staring at you with worried looks. “You guys should go sleep too. It’s late.”

Yoona and Taeil didn’t fight it. It looked as if they were waiting for you to give them permission. You waved them off, stating you needed to clean up a bit before leaving. Your professor didn’t like crumbs. But you didn’t clean, you just stared at your tablet. The large tablet that the school provided that was now logged on into your account, holding a secret.

Your breathing slowed as you reached over and pressed the power button, waiting as it lit up. The soft taps filled the room as you logged back in and clicked your recent save. He appeared in front of you again.

That fox.

A shudder left you as you pulled down your pants, along with your boxers, as your cock plopped out against your tummy. It was small. Smaller than most. Around 4 inches. Possibly 3 really. But it didn’t matter to you really—you didn’t think you’d ever want to top anyway.

Your hand grasped your cock as you began to pump it slowly, staring straight at the drawing in front of you. His cock. You wondered what it looked like.

You respected his privacy so you never dared to stare at him whenever he came out of the shower.

But you wish you did. Wish you could have an accurate picture of how it would look. How it would be deep inside of you. Would it make a bulge in your stomach?

Is he thick? Long? Maybe both.

You arched your back against the chair as you took shallow breaths, your whimpers filling the empty room. Your toes curled as you whined and mewled, wishing someone else was jerking you off.

Oh who were you kidding?

You wished it was Jinu.

Even as you reached your orgasm, cum coating your tummy, you didn’t feel any relief.

What fun was it if he didn’t chase you?

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ

“Jagi….”

A hum left your throat as you buried your face into your arms, shivering slightly from the cool air that tickled your stomach.

“Jagiya.”

Puffs of air brushed against your cheek. It was warm, a nice contrast compared to the cool air that covered you. A finger gently touched your cheek. Poking and doing small circles around the outline of it. The hand trailed down your face to your back, rubbing circles as it started a slight rhythm.

❝ 날 놀리는 거야, 예쁜 자기야. ❞

Despite the taps jolting against your skin, it almost lulled you back into sleep. It was something you missed, the touch of someone special. Slowly, it inched further down, moving to the end of your sweater. Your body flinched at the hand now teasing your skin directly as it grazed it your stomach.

❝ 무방비 토끼. 내가 너를 먹어치울게 ❞

It felt sticky. A deep chuckle reverberated against your back. The touch on your skin was possessive, rubbing and massaging your stomach. Your body flinched as your breathing began to stutter. A hand slipped further down, easily squeezing its way into your pants. The sensual touch—it felt as if you belonged to them and only them.

❝ 도망기면 쫓이갈거야, 토끼야… ❞

A gasp left your lips as your eyes opened, looking around to notice that you were still in the classroom. Fuck. Your body tensed as you moved away from your desk, groaning at the awkward position you slept in. As you stretched, your gaze flickered to an ice coffee on your desk with a sticky note attached to it.

It had a badly drawn bunny on it with a heart next to it. The words: “fighting!” were scribbled beside the crude drawing. You couldn’t help but smile, placing the note on small bulletin board near your desk.

It must’ve been your hyung, Lee Minjae. Or who you affectionately called, Minnie Hyung. He was the one who pushed you to pursue your major instead of what your parents wanted. Such a great hyung.

The whole thing about Jinu felt like a distant memory. You’d have to change what you’re submitting for the project, immediately.

No way in hell were you going to submit a nude of your fucking roommate.

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ

There was a something wrong with your bed.

After you took your shower and changed into comfy pajamas, you noticed there was something wrong your bed. Well for one the fucking mattress was missing. You had called Jinu if he knew what happened but all he said was that he found a nest of spider eggs in it so the school confiscated it.

Unlucky for you the school were cheap stakes and it was gonna take a bit of time before you got a new mattress. Jinu had said you would be sharing with him but you didn’t necessarily think you could survive something like that.

Him pressed up against you.

Would it…

You pushed the thought away. Your eyes trailed off to your desk when you suddenly remembered the ruined notebook. You walked over and grabbed it from beneath one of your textbooks, seeing it in its fully ruined glory. There was no salvaging it at this point. You hoped Jinu didn’t care for this dumb thing.

But you were curious to see if you could read it fully now.

You slowly peeled it open and bristled at just how bad the damage was. Half of the pages were stuck together and when you tried to part it they tore. The pen he used to write it had smudged from the liquid so his handwriting was ineligible.

Right before you had given up to just toss it, you came across the last page, seeing a word you could understand. “Jagi.” Huh. Who was this babe of his? You tried to push away the slight bitterness in your throat the thought of that.

Of course he’d have a girlfriend. He was Kim fucking Jinu.

It’d be a shock if he didn’t.

You tossed the notebook into the trash can and made sure to put your food snacks on top of it just in case Jinu decided to accidentally look in there. If Jinu ever asked about his notebook, you’d pretend you never even seen him with a notebook before.

Now all you had to deal with was the problem of sleeping in the same bed with Jinu. You’d survive.

Hopefully.

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ

You haven’t survived. It’s been two weeks and it felt as if you hadn’t slept in years. Jinu keeps two pillows between the both you while you slept but somehow the two of you always end up close. It wasn’t even a day ago when you woke up to yourself resting right on Jinu, your cheek pressed against his chest while your hand palmed his neck.

He had a big chest—you wished you had a little bit of a degenerative attitude to feel him up.

But you’d rather not be known as the perverted roommate.

“(Name)-Ah? Something wrong?” A hand gently rests on your shoulder as you glanced up to see Lee Minjae staring down at you. A cute grin pulled on your lips as you placed your pen down to grip one of his hands. You just liked touching him.

“Minnie Hyung! What are you doing in the art department?”

Minjae smirked, leaning down as your noses touch. “Can’t check in on my dongsaeng? Your classmates have been telling me that you’ve been cooped up in here. It’s not good for you to stare at the screen for this long.” You giggled, watching as he pulled away.

“Mhm. I’m okay, promise!” You could feel yourself acting cuter in Minjae’s presence. It wasn’t shocking. He always made you feel safe to act how you do behind closed doors. You could wear whatever you wanted around him without being judged.

A perfect, perfect hyung.

“Ah, Hyung, thank you for the coffee last time! I enjoyed it.”

Minjae hummed. “Coffee? I didn’t bring you coffee.”

“What? You didn’t? Then…” You pulled your lips into a pout as you thought about who would do something like that for you. It couldn’t be Yoona and Taeil. You weren’t close to anyone else.

“Ah, did my pretty dongsaeng finally get a secret admirer?” Minjae grinned, playfully pulling at your cheeks while you whined. The two of you began to giggle like little boys as you stared up at Minjae with a look of pure content.

You hoped you had Minjae with you forever.

A soft knock on the door caught your attention as you and Minjae glanced to the right to see who it was. The position you were in was almost of that of a couple. Your hand grasping Minjae’s as they rest on your shoulders. The previous nose rubbing and even just you looking up at him like he hung up the moon.

Were you two a couple?

❝ 타오른 이 감정은… ❞

Jinu was having a terrible day. First he had to entertain a few random teachers with something he didn’t even care to remember. Second he was bothered by some fourth years about a project they needed help on. And now, he had to deal with Cho Yoona and Im Taeil’s yapping about their favorite song while he walked to your classroom.

That song Yoona was playing just made him angrier. Insanity was the name of the song, at least that’s what she said. Jinu felt the same and thought if he had to see something else that pissed him off he’d die a slow death.

So of course he had to see you, his bunny, making fucking whore eyes to some random seonbae.

What the fuck?!

Jinu forced a tight grin and held up a bag filled with food. Food that was just for you but of course he can’t say that. Despite himself, he tried to keep an easy going and fun attitude when speaking to other people. Though he was wondering if he should forgo that for punting Lee Minjae into the sun.

That stupid pig.

You wouldn’t even look at Jinu, you haven’t been looking at him often these days. He knew it was because you were embarrassed about the sleeping arrangements. But it was the only way he believed you could get closer to him.

So what if he deliberately put a spider and other insects in your mattress in hopes they laid eggs and ruin it so then it would force you to sleep on the same bed with him?

You don’t understand any of his other hints or flirting attempts.

He needed results fast!

You were hopping away to any other dick that wasn’t his and he couldn’t have that.

This chase he was having with you was starting to make him insane. If he didn't have you beneath him soon he wouldn't survive another night with you. His whole plan about having you sleep on his bed honestly felt as if it was back firing on him. You were so cuddly when you slept, always finding a way to move over the pillow barrier.

He always pretended he was asleep when you woke up in a panic, always pulling away before he could truly saver your touch—your warmth.

He was truly going insane. All he could remember was the first time he ever saw you. But he couldn't think about it further when he felt Lee Minjae's hand pat him on the back. Jinu fought every muscle in his face to not immediately grimace at the other's touch.

"(Name)-Ah, Yoona, Taeil, I'll take my leave now. I don't wanna bother you guys any longer." Minjae leaned down towards you and Jinu felt his upper lip twitched as he watched the older with his stupid dyed blonde hair that looked fried and crispy nuzzle his nose against yours.

If that wasn't enough, Minjae wrapped his arms around your neck and held you close as he pressed a wet kiss on your cheek. You shrieked and struggled against his hold, trying to avoid the kiss. But you hardly put up a fight, all giggly and smiley. You looked so small in Minjae's arms, so pliant and easy to hold.

Jinu pulled at his sweatpants, coughing slightly. That seemed to catch Minjae's attention as he stopped his childish assault and gave (Name) a cheeky smirk. Yoona began cooing at how cute you and Minjae looked together.

You didn't. No way. Jinu fought the urge to pull Minjae away from you.

Taeil tilted his head, "Jinu Seonbae, are you okay? Your eyebrows are so furrowed. You might pop a blood vessel."

The others looked over at Jinu, Yoona and Minjae questioning if he was alright, you especially with a look of concern in your doe eyes.

Good.

Worry about him and him alone.

Pay attention to only him.

"It's nothing," Jinu said, puling out his signature lady killer smile. "I think I just need to eat something, I haven't had a proper lunch in ages." Yoona immediately swooned while Taeil rolled his eyes. Minjae seemed in deep though as he stared at Jinu, the fourth year tilting his head as if he was digging deep into Jinu's soul. Figuring him out with a just a look.

Minjae grinned. "Let your seonbae take you out, yeah?" He suddenly said, catching everyone's attention. "I know a place not too far from here that sells great tteokbokki."

Like I'd want to be caught dead with you... Jinu thought to himself but he simply hummed. "Sure, Seonbae. Bye, Yoona, Taeil..."

Jinu stared right at you as Minjae pulled away from you. Your eyes flickered over to Jinu and you offered him a tight smile, waving slightly. "See you, Jinu Seonbae."

"See you, (Name)." He whispered, mostly just happy you even looked him in the eye.

But his happiness was short lived when you looked at Minjae and offered him a cute smile. A smile that you’ve never gave him. "Bye, Minnie Hyung!"

Minnie Hyung?!

Jinu followed Minjae out of the classroom, curses swirling in his mind as he stared at the man beside him. Minjae chuckled after a moment or so and looked over at Jinu with a smirk. "Y'know, you can't blow my head off with just your stare. I didn't know you were into my (Name)-Ah."

His? Jinu was fine with being expelled at this point but Minjae suddenly stopped in his tracks. "Jinu-Ya," he placed his hand on Jinu's shoulder while Jinu wondered what gave the man the audacity to use such a title with him. "If you want (Name)-Ah, you have to take him. There's so many wolves that want him." He smirked knowingly, his finger tapping Jinu's shoulder.

Just as Jinu was about to speak, Minjae pressed his finger on his lips. What the fuck? "Listen to your hyung, Jinu-Ya. With someone so naive like (Name)-Ah, you just take him like you own him. Chase after him, there is a dead end soon."

With that, he pulled away and smirked. "Tell me how the chase goes. I've been waiting for someone to snatch up my dongsaeng."

Jinu just stood there blank faced in the middle of the hallway as Minjae walked away. Just what the fuck was that? He didn't even think too hard about it when he realized he didn't have to worry about you and Minjae. Phew, that stress was short lived.

But what did he mean by dead end?

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ

You were going insane.

It felt you were being watched these days. You had finally finished your project, having going with another idea and completely abandoning the whole nude thing. But it still sat in your drafts, practically calling you everyday. Sometimes you'd go back...

You'd finish certain parts of it. His body fully detailed expect that dreaded crotch. His dick. You wouldn't dare make what you believed his dick to look like. There was still some sense of self respect deep inside you.

Just not strong enough to not pay attention when you were drawing something for fun. You had a art account that you posted on like once every month of gay art you drew. So you were creating the piece, feeling in the mood to do something with oral fixation.

Only for you to notice instead of the usual two same characters you stuck to, it was Jinu as the top. Which, fair, it wouldn't be too different from what you had literally done weeks ago.

No, the problem was the partner.

You drew yourself.

You fucking drew yourself.

The drawing felt so real compared to the others you've made. Drawing Jinu between your legs, holding you up, bending you over on the bed. Your shoulders rest on the bed while your legs curled into yourself. His mouth biting the flesh of your ass, his eyes staring right at you, the real you.

Of course you had to angle it this way. Fucking pervert.

You tried to salvage the drawing but each stroke on that cursed tablet just made the partner look more and more like you. Okay, you were desperate for sex at this point. It was too much. You pressed the delete button on the sketch and powered off the tablet.

"I'm going, Taeil. Don't stay too late."

With lighting speed, you rushed to your dorm, trying to ignore the growing boner in your pants. Why did you have to like someone like Jinu? Out of all the people at this stupid university. Even Minjae would've been better than Kim Jinu of all people. But you couldn't complain any further because when you stormed into your dorm, fucking Kim Jinu was there, sitting at his desk.

Jinu glanced over at you and grinned, taking off his glasses as he shut off his laptop. "You're back earlier than normal. Did you end up finishing quick?"

You numbly nodded. "Yes... I just need to sleep. My eyes hurt." You couldn't even look at him. His gaze followed you as you grabbed your pajamas. Wherever you stepped, eyes were right on you, watching you like a predator does his next prey.

Bunny and fox.

That's what you imagined him as.

A fox.

It felt so hard to breathe with him near.

Why did it feel like there was no escape?

❝ 지금 너를 미치도록 ❞

The soft sputtering of the fan filled the room as you laid there right awake on Jinu's bed, wondering why you couldn't sleep despite your tired eyes. Jinu was fast asleep, his back pressed your own back. You didn't know why the usual barrier wasn't here tonight but you couldn't care too much about it right now. Not with your growing boner.

You haven't masturbated in two weeks. It's not a shock that the stupid art from earlier was still affecting you like this. You wondered if you could just sneak into the bathroom and quickly jerk one off. Would he notice? Just as you made the decision to get up, strong arms suddenly wrapped around your waist. Your body stiffened as you felt Jinu snuggled against your back.

His face buried in your neck, his nose and bangs softly tickling you.

What...the...fuck?!

Your legs subconsciously clamped shut at him so close. Okay, you were fucking screwed. The thought of moving seemed impossible now with him so close. His grip was so strong that you didn't understand how someone asleep could have such strong coordination.

Despite being cuddled by your crush, your cock was more alive than ever, leaking against your pajama pants. You let out a stifled whimper as you reached down and gently rub the bottom of your palm against your bulge. The relief was almost instant as a guttural groan escaped you before you could stop yourself.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Were you really going to do this?

Yeah.

Yeah you were.

Soon the fan wasn't the only one making noise. Your soft and breathy moans filled the room as you jerked off. Your body flinched from the pressure causing your butt to rub against Jinu's front.

Wait.

He was... hard...?

A wave of fear washed over you as you stilled your hand. No, no. He must be having a wet dream or something. Yeah, he can't be awake hearing you. No. No way. You needed to reach your damned orgasm and just go to sleep. You'd deal with the shame in the morning. You finally decided to pull down your pajama pants to grasp your cock and not just rub it anymore.

You pumped your cock, making sure to still your body so you don't accidentally rub your bare ass against Jinu's clothed crotch. He'd hate that. No, he'd hate to learn what you're doing. Fuck. The shame was already affecting you. Stray tears fell down your cheeks as you bit down at your pillow, still chasing your orgasm despite the shame filling your lungs.

Embarrassment. This was so fucking embarrassing.

It was close-- your orgasm. Inches away, dancing on the tip of your fingers as your moans began to reach a crescendo. So much for muffling yourself. Your edge to your orgasm was wrecking you—sending you to a mental space you couldn't imagine in any other circumstance.

Was this how sex with someone you liked felt?

Could Jinu make you feel this way?

Was... him being here making you this way?

It wasn't enough. You wanted more. Your legs shifted as you subtly pulled your pants down, kicking them off without a care. You didn't have any lube but you had no time. The tease of ecstasy was whispering your name—calling you to go further. So you did. You suckled two of your fingers, getting them as wet as possible before slipping down between your legs.

The two seconds of pain as you pushed them inside did not deter you. You could deal with a little pain. It was rough. Your fingers rubbed against your inner walls, searching for those bundle of nerves to drive you wild. But it was difficult in this position. You usually masturbated on your back or while sitting up.

You wondered if you should go as far as to shift positions. That'd be too much, right?

The shame was finally catching up to you. You couldn't do this. This disgusting and degrading action towards both you and Jinu. Your eyes closed as you sighed, eyes fluttering shut. It was too much.

"You're done already, (Name)-Ah?"

A chill crept up your spine as those three words were whispered right into your ear. Your eyes widen but you couldn't move. It was as if his words just took out any sort of life within you. His arms around your waist tightens as you feel him nuzzle himself further on your neck.

Your breathing feels erratic. You can't breathe. It feels as if you'd die right here, right now.

You looked down to see his hands. They looked recently bruised from his usual boxing. But now they felt different. As if it was a show at just how durable his body was. His arms slowly began to tighten around you only to you let out a sharp cry at the pain, earning a pleased grunt.

"You're awake, yeah? Are you ignoring hyung?" He whispered, his lips trailed your neck, stopping right at the tip of your air. "You can masturbate right beside me but can't even answer me?"

A pathetic whine left your throat as you tried to wiggle from his grip but it proved to be futile. You gasped, arching your back as you felt Jinu rub his crotch right against your butt. He began to hump you ignoring your shocked gasp.

Was he...?

"So selfish, bunny. Chasing your own release. Not even thinking about what your moans were doing to me." His right hand trailed down and pushed you to lay on your front, his body following to lay on top.

You cried out, gripping the bedsheets like a life line. "You.. were awake...?"

"I never went to sleep." He said honestly, spanking you right on your ass. You squeaked, back arching to get away from another spank. "I never knew you would do something like this. I was beginning to think you hated me."

"I never—”

"—but you never listen to me, do you? I tell you everyday to call me hyung but you never let it stick. What, do I have to force you to say it?"

"We aren't close!" You whined, whimpering at another spank. Your lower hips wiggled but you didn't make any effort to truly push Jinu off of you. You didn't understand yourself sometimes.

"What? But you call Lee Minjae hyung without any problem." Jinu grunted, his hand reaching over to grab something from the slim nightstand next to the bed. You couldn't tell what he grabbed until something cool and slimy was drizzled onto your ass. A whine left you from the coldness. "What'd he do? Fuck you? Chase you like you so desperately want?"

"Nooo," you whined, screaming when he shoved in two fingers inside your hole. Your hands dug into the bedsheets as he thrusted his fingers in and out, a constant rhythm with no sign of stopping despite your pleas for him to slow down.

Jinu chuckled, leaning down as he used his free hand to push your hair away from your face. "You act so innocent but you want this. I'll show you that I'm the only one for you. No other man can chase you like I can."

"What... ngh!!! are you talking... about..?" You manage to ask, wishing you could silence yourself. Your neighbors will certainly be having a long talk with you and Jinu tomorrow.

"Oh, bunny. My bunny, you really are so naive." Jinu whispered, pressing a kiss on your cheek. "You don't even know what you crave. It's okay, hyung will take care of you now. You won't ever have to think again."

Your body began to spasm as you felt a finger graze that bundle you tried to reach earlier. Jinu stilled for a moment, a look of slight worry in his eyes before he noticed what had just happened. A cruel smirk pulled on his eyes formed those crescent moons you once associated with his innocence.

But it didn't bring any sort of serenity to your body.

You were flipped onto your back with ease as Jinu grabbed your thighs and pushed them forward, effectively blocking your view from him. Desperate and pained moans left your lips as he continued to finger you, fingers gunning consistently at your prostate.

A loud scream left your throat as your back arched against the bed, your cock finally releasing the weeks long pent up lust you've stored for awhile now. Your stomach slowly rose and fall, coated in your sticky cum. All you could think about was your orgasm back in the classroom.

You were right.

Jinu made you cum harder than you could ever do by yourself.

You expected him to pull away but instead you felt a tug on your cock. A whine of overstimulation left your throat as you parted your legs and looked at him with wide doe eyes, confusion written all over your face.

A cruel smirk pulled on his lips as he tilted his head. "I've wanted you since I first saw you. You really think I'll let our first time be so lackluster?"

Lackluster?

He thought that was lackluster?

A pained cry left your lips as he began to thrust his fingers inside once more, leaving no sympathy as he immediately went for your prostate. You were going to die. You were going to die being fingered by your roommate. Kim Jinu was going to be the death of you.

It didn't take long for you to cum again and again, your fifth orgasm not even releasing anything. Your body twitched as your eyes watered, tears streaming down your face from the constant overstimulation. You weakly pulled your legs away from Jinu's grip after your fifth orgasm, muttering something about dying from his touch.

Jinu chuckled, allowing you to pull away. "Ah, Jagi," he whispered, causing you to blush at the title. To use such a term for you... You shamelessly felt your spent cock twitch. No, no, no! You absolutely couldn't do anymore. "You're so cute. I wanted to wait but I can't. You'll forgive me, right?"

You watched with wide eyes as he grabbed your waist and pulled you down towards him, earning a shriek from you. Your legs moved up to hide your aching and loosened hole but he was quick, spreading them wide. His eyes were like a predator, watching your every move as you tried pulling down your shirt to cover your weeping cock.

"Seon—Hyung... No more... No more, please." You whispered, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

Jinu's gaze narrowed in on your face. You could see him think. Your body was aching and praying Jinu did what you asked. But your heart....

Your heart wanted him to take you without a second thought.

"Hm. No." Jinu laughed cruelly, flipping you to rest on your knees. You cried out at the sudden movement but could only whimper as he pushed your back down, lifting up your hips. Your face pushed into the bed while your thoughts rushed at the position. It felt so humaliting to have sex without looking him the eye. You felt like an object. A prize he just won.

Your dick twitched.

So much for self respect.

"Hyung's gonna take good care of you." Jinu whispered, spreading your ass apart as he rubbed his cock between the cheeks. "You'll be good for hyung, mhm? No more seonbae."

You only whined, wiggling your hips, your ass rubbing Jinu's cock.

Jinu teasingly slapped your ass. "You complain about it being too much... But look at you now, begging for my cock. I should just stop listening to what you say and take what I want. Would you stop me, (Name)-Ah? Would you run away?"

Run away?

Run away from the man you've had wet dreams about since you came to this damn university?

"Mhm. I'll run..." You whispered, a strangled moan leaving you as he began to push his cock inside of you. The stretch was difficult and you briefly wondered if this was how you'd die.

Heart attack from a thick cock.

Despite your answer, Jinu hummed. "Good. I'll chase you until you're beneath me, shaking in fear as I take you." His hands gripped your waist as he slammed the rest of his cock inside, earning a gargled cry and scream from you.

Jinu was anything but sweet. Fucking you like a beast as you withered and cried from the constant pressure against your prostate. After this, you weren't sure you'd have sex again. This could be enough for a life time.

"Sorry, (Name)-Ah. I can't last long." Jinu suddenly grunted, pulling out. You whined at the lost but didn't have to mourn it for long as he pulled you onto his lap, making you face him. Your arms subconsiously wrapped around his neck as he easily slid back into your tight heat, gripping your thighs as he bounced you on his cock.

Jinu smirked, his eyes trained right on you. "You look so pretty when you cry." He said, pressing soft kisses on your neck. "Next time, you'll be crying from just my cock. I'll make you scream my name."

You whimpered, arching your back as you pulled him closer, another dry orgasm creeping on you. You'd be sleeping well for nights to come. Jinu grunted as he began to thrust upwards into you in tandem with bouncing you up and down, causing you to cry at the sudden pressure. You were close. So close.

A sharp feeling in your shoulder caused you to spasm as Jinu's thrusts became desperate. It took you a moment to even think about what just happened--so focused on Jinu's cock stretching you out. Until you noticed red dripping down your right shoulder.

He bit you.

The delayed reaction to the bite made you scream out, tears streaming down your face you reached your six orgasm of the night. You went limp in his arms, just letting him chase his own orgasm. Teeth sharp enough to break skin wasn't something you ever imagined Jinu could do. But there it was, a rare and sore bite on your right shoulder. Blood slowly trickling down to your chest.

Jinu finally reached his orgasm after a minute or so, holding you close as he cummed deep inside. You shuddered, feeling his cum coat your sore tight heat. He didn't wear a condom. If you weren't fucked dumb you would've yelled at him about it but all you could do was hum as he pressed soft kisses against your wet and sweaty skin.

You glanced down and noticed blood coating the bottom of Jinu's lip as he pulled away from you.

He did end up coating you in red and white.

But your blood was the lipstick. You couldn't help but laugh at your cringy thought, groaning as Jinu pulled his cock out.

"You did so good, (Name)-Ah." Jinu whispered, kissing you on the lips. You tried to return the kiss but could only purse your lips against his.

Your breathing was harsh and quick, your body battered from Jinu's claiming.

This wasn't normal. Wasn't conventional at all. You were sure that if you told Yoona and Taeil about this they'd be worried for your safety.

You were prey to Jinu

But you were okay with that.

❝ 숨을 쉴 수 없게 아프면서 황홀하잖아 ❞

"You're going to roommate with a first year? Wow, good luck!"

"I didn't know they could do that."

"No one would willingly room with a first year. They're the worst."

"Aw, c'mon, Oppa! They're usually just nervous."

"Well, our Kim Jinu will have no problem. Who doesn't love him?"

"Ah, true. Good luck, Jinu!"

Kim Jinu pulled out his keys, unlocking the door to his new home for the rest of the school year. He'd be the one to get unlucky for his previously planned roommate to drop out of school—leaving his room open for a late transfer freshman. He didn't want to deal with first years, they were annoying.

He opened the door, shocked to see the room already having someone by one of the beds. The first year was knelt beside the bed, looking through the suitcase that was filled to the brim with clothes. Clothing that looked more feminine than anything but Jinu didn't judge.

He forced his usual carefree smile, ready to greet his new roommate when you finally turned around. His breathing stopped—his smile dropping at the sight of you. You... You were different from anything he imagined.

Your look of innocence. Your body suddenly becoming fidegty the longer he stared at you without saying a word. Your sweater drooping on your shoulder, showing off your bare shoulder. Your skin looked so soft, so plain. It needed something on it.

It looked too bare.

"I'm... Kim Jinu. Who are you?"

"Park (Name)." You whispered, your eyes flickering up and down his body.

Love at first sight wasn't real to Jinu. He wouldn't lie and say he felt love towards you when he first saw you.

He felt lust.

An urge to completely ruin you.

And by the look in your eyes, the not so subtle glances at his lower half of his body. You looked to be such an easy catch.

"Stop looking at me like that." You suddenly said, your lips turning into a slight snarl but it hardly held any weight. Jinu couldn't help but tilt his head. He could tell you wanted him but you were holding back?

Actively pushing him away as if you didn't look at him with the same lust he felt. Running away?

Like a game of cat and mouse.

No...

Fox and Bunny.

He was going to devour you.

Even if he had to chase you.

❝ 네게 빠진 순간 더는 결백하지 않은 나 ❞

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WOW!!! Gosh, this was way longer than it needed to be. I wanted to try something new lmao. Doubt i'd do it again, i was listening to kpop while writing this so it kinda just happened. Translations at the bottom! Yes, i did it for a reason, made it more fun if you didn't know what he was saying. Red is lyrics, pink are jinu’s words

I might make him an oc, i put too much effort into him for it to be a one time thing, smh... primal play is so fun.

tag list: @iwishtobeacrow @flurrina @chill-guy-but-cooler @mello-life25 @the-ultimate-librarian @kiiyoooo @ofclyde @love-kha1 @star-3214 @mooncarvers-world @smellwell @tehyunnie @remdayz @rhetorical-conscience @tomoeroi

Translations:

❝ 벗어날 수 없는 걸 ❞ — I can’t escape

❝ 온통 너로 물들여질 테니… ❞ — everything will be colored with you

❝ 날 놀리는 거야, 예쁜 자기야. ❞ — you’re teasing me, pretty baby

❝ 무방비 토끼. 내가 너를 먹어치울게 ❞ — defenseless bunny. I’ll eat you up

❝ 도망기면 쫓이갈거야, 토끼야… ❞ — if you run away, I’ll chase you , bunny

❝ 타오른 이 감정은… ❞ — this burning feeling

❝ 지금 너를 미치도록 ❞ — i'm driving you crazy right now

❝ 숨을 쉴 수 없게 아프면서 황홀하잖아 ❞ — it hurts so much that i can't breathe, but it's ecstatic

❝ 네게 빠진 순간 더는 결백하지 않은 나 ❞ — the moment i fell for you, i was no longer innocent

Songs used: Insanity - The Boyz & Criminal - Taemin

[authorhjk1]

A queen's night

(IU X Irene X Karina X Yujin X Yeji)

He could lose his job for this. But there's no turning back now. Not after getting paid in advance. And it's not like he can return the payment.

Jieun's manager takes a deep breath, before finally taking the next turn. He is leaving the route he usually takes to drive her home. His knuckles turn white, sweat starts to run down his neck. Glancing at the rear view mirror, he sees Jieun scrolling on her phone. Looks like she didn't notice anything yet.

"Please turn left."

Taken by surprise, the man in the driver's seat almost shouts. He is so on edge, so afraid of Jieun finding out, that he forgot to mute the GPS. What if she hears it and realizes he isn't driving her home?

After finally shutting it off, he focuses back on the road. Another turn. The longer he drives, the more he is afraid of getting caught. Another turn. What if he gets fired for this? Isn't this basically kidnapping? Another turn. Sweat starts to build on his forehead. Maybe he should turn around? Another turn.

After a minute or two, the screen of the GPS finally shows their destination. He slows down, looking for the right building.

"Oppa."

A cold shudder runs down his spine.

"Where are we?"

"Huh?.... Well,.... We're taking a shortcut."

Eyes narrowed in suspicion, Jieun looks out the window. She's never been here before. And this doesn't really look like a shortcut. Haven't they always chosen the quickest route so far?

"Maybe you took the wrong turn?"

He decides to ignore the question.

"Oppa?"

A relived sigh leaves his body, when he finally spots the bright neon sign.

"We are here."

Jieun looks around.

"What does 'here' mean?"

The street, almost an alley, is pretty dark. Except for a couple of street lights and a neon sign, everyone and everything seems to be sleeping.

"I'm supposed to give you this."

Jieun accepts the envelope, while glancing at the rear view mirror. Her manager usually doesn't sound this scarred or afraid. It's not like she's gonna kill him, because they got lost.

She opens the envelope carefully and then takes out the card inside it.

"Third floor, second room on the left."

"What is this supposed to be?"

Her brows furrow, her question is directed at her manager.

"I don't know, Jieun. The... The CEO gave it to me this morning. He... He said to drive to this address and give you the envelope."

"This address?"

Jieun looks out of they window again.

"Yes. The Queen's Motel."

The woman in the backseat stares at the neon light. This looks more like motel for one night stands than a proper meeting place.

"Fine."

Jieun sighs and steps out of the van with a heavy heart.

"Don't worry. I'll pick you up later."

"Sure."

Jieun's manager sees her hesitate one more time, before she finally walks towards the entrance. His eyes follow her when she opens the door and steps inside. He finally groans in agony, all the tension leaving his body. Was it really worth it? Were they all worth it? We're they all worth her reputation?

He reaches into his pocket for his phone. Quickly heading to his gallery, he scrolls through the pictures he took while Jieun was on stage earlier.

He almost had a heart attack when someone suddenly opened the door to her dressing room, while he was watching her performance.

"Hello, manager-nim."

The young girl's sweet voice and smile made him stand up and bow.

"Hello, Yeji-ssi."

"I'm a big fan of IU and I was hoping you could give her this."

Yeji was holding an envelope in her hand. It was red and sealed.

"For Jieun"

"Sure. Of course I can do that."

He was surprised that Yeji came to him and not directly to Jieun.

"I'll give it to her right when she comes back."

He couldn't help but glance at Yeji's midriff. Her top was not covering much of her upper body, showing off a lot of skin. He thought he'd never get a chance with her at all. She's an idol. A celebrity. And he's significantly older than her. No way a young woman like Yeji would even look at him twice. But he had seen her dancing on stage, right before it was Jieun's turn. He still remembered the way her hips swayed to the music.

"Could you maybe wait for a while, until you give it to her?"

"S...Sure. I'll give it to her, when she's at home."

To his surprise, Yeji shook her head.

"Would it be possible for you to drive her to this address tonight?"

She took a piece of paper out of her pocket and handed it to him as well. After glancing at the address, he shook his head.

"I'm sorry, Yeji-ssi. I can't just drop her off somewhere in the city."

"Manager-nim..."

His eyes grew wide when Yeji pouted at him, her voice dripping with sweetness.

"This is really important to me. Can't you trust me?"

"Of course I trust you, Yeji-ssi. But I can't just drop off a celebrity at a random address."

Yeji smiled at him and he felt his resistance crumbling.

"Oppa..."

The word made him feel warm as it left her pretty lips.

"I really need you to do this for me."

He was aware that Yeji had just closed the door behind her. He took a deep breath, hoping this was just a dream. Or maybe was he hoping for it to be real?

"I'll reward you, of course."

"Reward me?"

A victorious smile played around her lips.

"Take out your phone, oppa."

He felt his blood rush into his cock, whenever she called him that. Just the idea of a chance with her...

"You're welcome to take as many pictures as you like."

"Pictures?"

"Do you want me to pose for you?"

Her warm smile made him eagerly nod his head.

He quickly took a picture of her, afraid she would change her mind.

"What do you think of this?"

Yeji closed on eye as if she was winking, while biting one of her nails.

The manager felt his cock harden as he quickly shoot two more pictures.

"And this?"

She bit down on her lower lip, while hooking her thumb under her belt as if she was gonna take off her pants.

His mouth was opened wide as more and more pictures filled his phone. By now he almost took pictures by the second as Yeji made a show out of pulling the transparent plastic straps of her top off her shoulders.

"Do you like it when I strip in front of you?"

He was too busy watching her and capturing the moment with his camera to respond. With a knowing smile, Yeji turned to the side, her hand followed the curves of her body.

"Do you like how slim my waist is? I'm sure you'd love to get your hands on that."

When her hand finally reached her chest, she used her other hand to playfully wag her finger.

"No peeking, oppa."

She turned around completely, so he could get a great couple of shots of her back. He held his breath when he watched her slowly slide down her top. Her upper back was now fully exposed.

"You have to promise to drive her to that address, oppa."

It took him a moment to realize she expected a response.

"Of course. I...I'll get her there."

"Do you really promise it?"

"Yes. Yes, I promise."

"Thank you so much, oppa."

Yeji sent him one last smile over her shoulder, before slowly turning around.

Jieun's heart is pounding in her chest as she raises her hand to knock on the door. Third floor, second room on the left. Who's gonna be in that room? No one is gonna make her do weird things, right? She got some inappropriate requests before. But if her CEO told her to go here, it can't be something bad. He'd want her best after all, right?

She takes a deep breath and knocks on the door. She doesn't hear any noises inside the room. After waiting for a good 20 seconds, she knocks again. Still nothing. Jieun places her ear on the wooden door. No one is talking. Or moving. It seems like the room is empty. So maybe she just needs to get inside? Is she supposed to meet someone? If they aren't here yet, when are they coming?

Jieun sighs in frustration and reaches for the doorknob. The fact that she's totally clueless and unprepared makes her feel unsafe and awkward. But eventually, she slowly opens the door.

The room is bigger than Jieun imagined. It's pretty large actually. A huge bed, a couch, a coffee table and... Her breath hitches as she takes a closer look at the left side of the room, behind the couch. Is that a....a sex swing that is hanging from the ceiling? She slowly steps into the room as she notices two cardboard boxes next to the bed. This can't be a sex room or something, right? Her CEO would never do this. Or is it him she's now waiting for?

Jieun's throat feels awfully dry as she bends down to open one of the boxes. She's hoping for something that would explain all of this. Maybe it's just a prank? Or an escape room? Her imagination starts to run wild.

Opening the box, her eyes widen at the first two things she sees. Both black. But both have entirely different purposes. One of them is silicon dildo, it's length making Jieun already sick. Does anyone expect her to take this? With shaking fingers, she reaches for the other item. A whip. A leather whip. She was never a fan of any hardcore stuff. And this is definitely too much. She feels something uncomfortable bubble up inside of her. As if she's getting sick. Her eyes land on a door on the right side of the bed. A bathroom? The lights are on. Maybe just in case...

She suddenly hears something that makes her blood run cold. The door she stepped through earlier has just been closed. Jieun's grip around the whip tightens. She takes a deep breath and then turns around.

"Unnie?"

Irene is standing between Jieun and the door.

For a moment, she is relived. A familiar face. A friend even. But Irene's cold expression soon takes away the feeling of hope.

"What...What are you doing here?"

Without a word, Irene walks towards the couch. Jieun catches her letting a key fall into the pocket of her red jacket. The key for the door?

"Why don't you take a seat?"

An evil smile plays around Irene's lips as she says that.

Jieun hesitates. She thought she could trust Irene. But she's the one who just locked the two of them inside this room.

"Are...Are you the one who gave my manager the envelope?"

Irene lets out an annoyed sigh instead or an answer.

"Just do what I tell you to do."

"Excuse me?"

Jieun is slowly starting to get irritated, even angry. Why the hell is she here? In this place? She could be home by now. Lying on her bed. Recovering from today's busy schedule.

"You heard me. I already took a picture of you at the front door outside. The reporters would love to know why you're in a place like this. Don't you agree?"

"I...What do you want?"

Irene opens her mouth slightly as if she just thought of something. She looks Jieun up and down.

"Why don't you..."

A sly smile plays around her lips.

"Why don't you get on your knees?"

"What? Do you want me to beg or something? This is ridiculous."

She can hear her voice becoming louder. But Irene just slowly shakes her head.

"You heard me."

Now she's pointing at the floor.

Jieun swallows hard. If Irene really took a picture, it could be come really dangerous. She realized by now that this is a love motel. Not some ordinary hotel. And it'd be of no use to explain that someone told her to come here, if Irene would really leak the photo.

Slowly, trying her best to give Irene her best death stare, Jieun sinks to her knees on the black carpet.

"Come here."

Irene slowly crosses one leg over the other, her eyes set on Jieun.

The young woman hesitates, but she realizes that there's no way out of this. If doing what Irene says will make this be over quicker, so be it.

An amused chuckle leaves Irene's lips as she watches Jieun carefully crawl towards her. She avoids eye contact until she is kneeling right in front of her.

"Good girl."

Irene's degrading tone makes Jieun roll her eyes, her face partially hidden by her hair.

"Clean them."

"What?"

Her head shoots upwards.

For a moment, she thought Irene was joking. But she's just moving her right foot a little closer to her face.

"Clean them. Or your career will be over by tomorrow."

Jieun grimaces as she takes a look at Irene's feet. They're clad in elegant black high-heeled sandals, which feature an open toe design and a slim ankle strap tied with a delicate bow in the front. Her toenails are painted in plain white. It's not like Irene has ugly feet, it's the opposite really, but the humiliation is almost too much for Jieun. The two of them might be the only ones in the room. But she could never ever face her, once she started.

After taking a deep breath, Jieun closes her eyes and sticks her tongue out. She licks her instep from the bottom to the top, until she reaches the bow. She quickly does the motion a second time, hoping that Irene had enough. But the older woman, slightly tilts her foot signaling Jieun to keep going. She sighs and starts to lick both sides of Irene's foot, until her tongue has covered every inch.

"Take it off."

Jieun quickly fumbles for the bow, hoping she's now halfway done. To her dismay, Irene just wiggles her toes after her shoe hits the floor. Jieun grits her teeth, but then takes Irene's toes into her mouth, one after the other. She sucks on them, lets her tongue clean them thoroughly. Once Irene had enough, she lifts her foot higher. With a crooked eyebrow, she silently tells Jieun to lick the bottom of her foot as well.

"Good girl."

Her praise almost makes Jieun shake her head in disgust. But when Irene finally lowers her foot to the floor, she sighs in relief.

"I hope for your sake you do a better job with the second one."

Jieun nods, resigning herself to her fate. She sticks out her tongue as Irene holds up her left foot. Once more, she licks Irene's instep with closed eyes. Afraid that Irene might become unsatisfied, Jieun does her best this time. She thoroughly cleans Irene's foot in every way she can. Just while she's sucking on two of her toes, she hears someone else's voice.

"I think she's starting to like it."

Jieun jumps. She looks to her left and stares with wide open eyes into the camera of someone's phone.

"Smile, unnie."

The girl's sweet, seemingly happy voice, confuses Jieun. What the hell is going on?

Looking past the phone, she quickly recognizes the culprit.

"Y-Yujin?"

"I hope you don't mind us. Just keep going."

"Us?"

Jieun looks around and realizes she has been too focused on satisfying Irene. Yujin is standing on her left and another girl on her right.

"Yeji?"

"Hi, unnie. Seems like your manager really liked my photos."

"What?"

Jieun feels even more confused and surprised than when she first stepped into this room. What is going on? Why are they all here?

Suddenly, someone else strokes her hair from behind.

"I always wanted to get a chance like this, unnie. I bet you're tight."

Jieun can't believe that someone would say these things about her. And she immediately recognizes the voice

"Karina?"

In the back of her head, Jieun is still wondering where the three girls came from. But she's focused back on Irene, who leans down a little.

"You really thought you'd get away with this, huh?"

"A...Away with what?"

Jieun can hear her own voice trembling.

Yeji rolls her eyes.

"Your popularity has increased throughout the year."

She looks her up and down with a dissatisfied look on her face

"For some reason."

Irene takes Jieun's chin into her hand.

"And I'm sure you can understand why we're annoyed by that, huh?"

"Well, I-"

"I still don't get it."

Yujin interrupts her.

"You have literally nothing to offer. No cool dancing, no real popular songs, nothing."

Jieun's initial shame gets partially replaced by anger. She didn't work this hard for years to just get bullied by these four girls.

"Leave me alone already. Maybe you should work harder."

Yeji scoffs in disbelief. Jieun feels Karina's hand in her hair again, but this time it isn't as gentle as before.

"Work harder? Oh please."

She pulls her hair a little, making Jieun look up at her.

"I'm sure the only work you ever did was sleeping around with rich men, so they buy your albums."

"That's right. How else would you be able to sell so many copies."

Yujin chimes in.

"I didn't sleep around with anyone! I-"

"Silence."

Irene's cold voice would've been enough to make Jieun stop talking. But the older woman even covered Jieun's mouth with her naked foot.

"I don't want to hear excuses. From now on, I expect you to tone it down. Got it? Maybe take a break from releasing music or something."

Her voice sounds threatening and Jieun is still very aware that Irene has those photos of her. Actually, Yeji seems to now have photos of her, worshipping Irene's feet. That's even worse. Maybe Jieun should just take this lecture and leave.

"Now, I'm sure you get what I'm saying."

Irene lowers her foot and leans back.

"But, to make sure you really understand, we should teach you a lesson."

"What are you talking about?"

"Why don't we start by getting that little dress off?"

Yujin whispers into her ear, a finger already hooked under one of the brown straps.

"Wait! You can't do this!"

Jieun looks to her left, when Yeji pulls the other strap off her shoulder as well.

"Trust me, unnie. We can."

Karina reaches down from behind her and opens the big belt that covers Jieun's chest. As the dress slides down, Jieun instinctively moves her hand to cover her chest. She isn't wearing a bra.

"Don't get all shy now, unnie. You looked like you really enjoyed it earlier."

Jieun shakes her head at Yujin's words.

"What is there to cover anyways?"

Karina grabs the older woman's wrists and pushes them down. Jieun struggles against her, but she doesn't stand a chance. Her cheeks burn with embarrassment as she's now kneeling topless on the floor, the four girls around her.

"What is this supposed to be?"

Karina runs a hand over Jieun's tits, after Yujin and Yeji both took one of Jieun's hands.

"You're older than me, unnie."

Yujin perfectly mimicks that concerned tone.

"But you have nothing to show off."

Jieun would hang her head in shame, if it wasn't for Karina's hand in her hair. She was always a little insecure about her size. Most of the other idols and actresses have at least something. But she always felt like she wouldn't even need to wear a bra.

"I really don't have a clue to why you're so popular."

Karina's voice in her ear makes Jieun shiver.

"You don't even have tits."

"Her fans are probably all girls."

Yeji's comment makes Karina nod her head in understanding.

"I guess so."

She pulls at Jieun's hair again, making her look up at her.

"Look at this."

With her other hand, Karina grabs the hem of her black top and pulls it upwards. She isn't wearing a bra either. Her tits basically spring free, after the restricting top is gone.

"Jealous?"

A wicked smile plays around her lips.

Before Jieun can answer, Karina leans down, covering her face with her chest.

"Why don't you be as kind to me as you were to Irene, unnie?"

A tug at her hair makes Jieun understand that it wasn't a question. Karina isn't waiting for an answer.

Jieun closes her eyes once more and carefully sticks out her tongue. She can't believe she already had her mouth on Irene's feet. And now she has to do it with Karina's tits too?

She feels someone pulling her dress off even further, but she can't resist. She diligently licks every spot on Karina's tits that she can find, hoping for a quick end. When Karina pulls away a little, she guides Jieun towards her nipples. The older woman takes one of them into her mouth, sucking on it for a while, before focusing on the other one.

"Damn, have you done this before?"

Karina sighs, visibly satisfied.

Still occupied with the younger girl's tits, Jieun doesn't respond. But she almost yelps in surprise, when she feels someone's hand slip inside her dress. Her panties get pushed to the side. Jieun suddenly feels a little hotter than before. A weird sense of anticipation rushes through her for a moment. She feels a finger brush against her folds.

"Here you go, unnie."

Jieun hears Yujin's voice. But it seems like the words weren't directed at her. The finger quickly gets replaced by something else. Something harder and slightly colder. Jieun feels it pushing against her folds, slowly penetrating her pussy. It's size makes her moan into Karina's tits as her walls stretch around the mysterious object.

It takes a her a moment to figure out what it could be.

"Oh god."

She sighs, her voice muffled by Karina, who makes her suck on her nipples once more. While she's coating them in her spit, she feels the dildo push further into her. Is that the huge black one from one of the boxes? She can't tell, but it certainly feels like it. Just when she's about beg for them to not push it all the way inside of her, she hears Irene's voice.

"Jieun, look at me."

Karina lets go off her and moves back a little. Jieun opens her eyes. She's about to glance down at herself, when she sees Irene. The oldest is still sitting seemingly relaxed on the couch. But something has changed. Jieun recognizes the whip she is holding. The one she found earlier. But that's not the only thing that changed. Her eyes grow wide when she takes a closer look at Irene's lap.

"W...What is that?"

"I'm sure you know what it is."

Irene moves her free hand down. She looks at Jieun, while teasingly stroking the strap on she is wearing.

"Why don't you get your pretty lips over here and give it a lick?"

"I...I thought you'd let me go after-"

"Let you go?"

Irene has trouble holding back her laughter.

"We haven't finished your lesson yet. And the way you're behaving right now tells me we might be here all night."

"All night? No, I can't. I have to go home and-"

"You look so pretty here, unnie."

Yeji interrupts her and shows Jieun her phone screen. She recognizes herself. On her knees. Her lips wrapped around Irene's toes.

For a moment, Jieun feels like her heart stopped beating. For a moment, she wonders if she should just leave now. Let them publish the photos. She could go to a remote place where no one would find her. The humiliation would be huge. But it would be better than this. Right?

Jieun glances at herself in the picture once more. She takes a deep breath and leans forward. Sticking her tongue out, she places it on the silicon tip of Irene's blue strap on.

"Good girl."

Irene purrs, making Jieun close her eyes. She slowly drags her tongue along the length of the dildo, until it reaches the base. She's still very aware of the other plastic object, which is still inside of her. But no one has moved it for a while now. So maybe it won't be too bad?

Jieun keeps her tongue glued to the silicon and soon wraps her lips around it as well. It takes her a couple of moments, but eventually she is able to imagine herself with a really handsome man. Of course it doesn't feel the same. But it might make it easier. She pretends to really like him. He is very attractive. His cock tastes amazing as her lips glide up and down his shaft. He showers her with praises. How beautiful she is. How good her lips feel. How skillful she is with her tongue. When Irene takes a hold of the back of Jieun's neck, she pretends she is the man she's sucking off. The older woman pushes her head further down, making her take more of the dildo.

As Jieun gets more and more into it, the three keep watching her for a while. But eventually, Karina and Yeji walk over the two boxes next to the bed. Yujin can't help herself though. One hand gives her breasts small squeezes through her own top, while her other hand has slipped past the waistband of her pants.

"Come on, you can do better."

Irene's voice seems sweet as she pushes Jieun's hair out of the way.

"Make it all wet. For your sake."

Jieun barely registers her words, already too deep into her own fantasy. But the further Irene pushes her head down, the sloppier her blowjob becomes. Soon, Jieun is taking the whole dildo. It barely grazes the back of her mouth everytime her lips kiss its base. Yujin has now taken her leather pants off, her panties are lying next to her. She can't look away as she watches Jieun sucking cock. Two of her fingers are buried inside of her.

Meanwhile, both Karina and Yeji have each put on a strap on as well. Karina's is larger than Yeji's and Irene's with Yeji's being the smallest of the three. In addition to that, Karina took out a pair of nipple clamps from one of the boxes, while Yeji is holding a red rope.

"You know what? Why don't you help your dongsaeng out? Looks like she needs a little help."

Jieun's fantasy vanishes as Irene pulls her off her strap on. The younger woman glances at Yujin, who is leaning against the backrest of the couch, cute moans leaving her lips. Jieun had never had sex with another woman before. She's never tasted someone else's pussy. For a moment, she thinks about declining. But the threat of the pictures don't give her much of a choice.

"Do it. Eat her out like it's your last meal."

Irene's words finally make Jieun move. When she does, she remembers the dildo inside of her. She lets out an involuntary moan. She's been stretched out for a couple of minutes now. Her pussy already got used to it. But now that she's moving, it seems to reposition itself inside of her.

Yujin moves her hand away when Jieun leans in. Her breath hitches as the older woman places her lips on her pussy. Jieun tries to mimick the motions from when she herself got eaten out in the past. She takes it slow at first. Licking Yujin's folds, inserting her tongue into her cunt, sucking at her clit. She keeps alternating between all these options, slowly turning Yujin into a moaning mess. Maybe if she made her cum, she'd have a chance to leave? Jieun is doubtful, but all she can do is hope.

She focuses on pleasuring Yujin, truly trying to make her orgasm. The younger girl starts to push Jieun's head further into her core, trying to get even more of her tongue inside of her. Meanwhile, Yeji has handed the rope to Irene, who is now kneeling behind Jieun. Before she can react, Yeji takes a hold of her wrists once more. Jieun instinctively struggles against her grip. But Yeji is too strong for her. And Yujin pushing her further into her pussy doesn't help at all. She can feel how Irene starts to tie her hands together with the rope. At the same time, Karina has moved to Jieun's left. She reaches underneath her head.

Jieun almost screams at the unexpected pang of pain. Karina has put one end of the metallic nipple clamps onto her left nipple. Jieun almost sees stars, but tries to concentrate on Yujin. If she endures all of that without complaint, they might let her go sooner. Karina now attaches the other end, which is connected with the left one by a small metal chain, to Jieun's right nipple. This time, she's prepared for it. It still hurts, but she can keep it under control.

"Unnie."

Yujin whines. The scene in front of her and Jieun's work brings her closer to her orgasm. She bucks her hips forward, her grip on Jieun's head tightening.

"Oh, damn!"

She cries out as Jieun makes her climax. Her juices spill out of her, partially staining Jieun's face. The older girl is about to wipe it off, when she remembers that her hands are tied behind her back.

"I hope you can take this well."

Irene's cold voice suddenly rings in her ear. Jieun feels how something pokes her rear entrance.

"Wait! I never-"

Too late. Irene is already pushing forward, the strap on slowly disappearing into Jieun's puckered hole. Her eyes roll to the back of her head. The nipple clamps, the dildo inside her pussy and the dildo inside her ass overstimulate her. She's never felt like this before. So full. So...So turned on. She can't really explain it. Mere minutes ago, she never thought she'd ever eat another woman out. She was disgusted by the thought of having to worship Irene's feet. But here she is now. The first time someone takes her ass and Jieun can't do anything but moan out. It's almost like her body is betraying her. Her mind is still fighting this. She's ashamed. But at the same time, her body is starting to welcome all of this. It welcomes every thrust of Irene's dildo.

Surprisingly, it doesn't take her that long to get accustomed to it. Just when Irene is about to fuck her properly, Yeji turns Jieun's head towards her. Her mouth lands on her strap on and Jieun instinctively lets it part her lips. Moments later, her mouth, her pussy and her ass are all filled with dildos. She has never felt like this before. She never even dreamed of this. But for some reason, her punishment is turning into something special. Something good. Unconsciously, Jieun begins to ride the dildo inside of her. The friction which is caused by that and Irene's strap on makes her eyes roll to the back of her head. She does her best to keep sucking off Yeji, her tongue swirling around the plastic tip, whenever the dildo threatens to slip out of her mouth. Now she doesn't mind being tied up. Jieun starts to enjoy the attention. It's almost like all the pleasure and degradation has changed her mind. She isn't bothered by Karina occasionally tugging at the chain between the nipple clamps, making her nipples hurt even more.

"You think, if I keep doing that, you might have a chance of going up a bra size?"

She isn't bothered by Karina's words. And she still isn't bothered when Karina starts pulling harder, actually stretching her tits a little.

"Maybe then it's worth it for you to wear a bra. The smallest size of course."

She isn't bothered by Karina's degrading tone. And Jieun definitely isn't bothered by Irene slowly picking up the pace.

The longer her holes are filled, the more she falls in love with the feeling. At some point, Yeji and Karina change position. Now, Jieun is sucking on Karina's strap on. But instead of just tugging at the nipple clamps, Yeji stole the whip from Irene. She first tries out the new toy on Jieun's ass cheeks. It doesn't hurt her much. The pleasure is almost too much for her to feel any pain at all. But soon her cheeks are covered with red marks. Once she's satisfied, Yeji moves onto Jieun's tits. She uses the whip on them as well. This time, it definitely hurts more. Jieun occasionally lets out a yelp around Karina's dildo, whenever Yeji hits her a little harder.

"I want to ruin her too, unnie."

Yujin's whine makes Irene come to a hold. Jieun sighs in disappointment as some of the pleasure leaves her body. When Irene pulls out, her ass feels so empty. The unsatisfying feeling almost starts to drive her wild. By now, Jieun has started to get used to being filled completely.

"Please..."

She tries to talk with Karina's dildo in her mouth.

"Please use my ass."

Irene smirks at her words. She knew that Jieun wouldn't last much longer. She once heard her moan inside her dressing room at an award show maybe one or two years ago. Since that moment, she knew that Jieun had the potential to be a slut. She knew that this would be the best way for everyone. Perfect to pressure Jieun into taking a backseat, while the other girl's popularity could skyrocket. And also just over all beautiful to see Jieun slowly break down. Slowly succumbing to this guilty pleasure.

"Let's move her to the bed."

Moments later, Jieun is straddling Karina's lap, her strap on angled at the older woman's cunt. When she sinks down on it, a relieved sigh leaves Jieun's lips. Another one soon follows, when she feels Yujin slowly push her new dildo into her ass. She already feels full again. The two fake cocks inside of her make her head spin. When she starts to moan, Jieun quickly gets silenced by not one, but two dildos filling her mouth. She does her best to give them both equal attention. Her tongue aims for every part of their dildos it can reach. Her lips glide along both shafts.

Jieun can feel the chain between the nipple clamps hit her stomach as Yujin increases the pace. In return, Jieun rides Karina's dildo even faster. She really needs to feel that friction between the two strap ons. It just feels amazing. It's almost impossible for her to describe this feeling.

"What a good slut you are."

Irene caresses Jieun's bulging cheek.

At the beginning, Jieun would've felt disgust after hearing those words. But now she's silently begging Irene for another compliment. She leans her head into her hand as much as possible.

"You're liking it now, do you?"

Jieun is unable to nod her head, but her eyes say everything.

She's already forgotten all about the pictures, when the four of them move her to the sex swing. She is barely moving by now. They've successfully turned her into a pleasure addicted toy. Once they're all in position, Irene pushes her dildo into her ass once more. It's still wet with Jieun's saliva. It feels perfect inside of her. Every one of Irene's thrust makes the swing move. Karina is now standing in front of her. Whenever Irene bottoms out inside her ass, Jieun gets pushed onto Karina's dildo. She does her best to suck on it, before Irene moves back again. It only takes a couple of thrust from Irene, until the three of them have found the perfect rhythm.

Both Yujin and Yeji have taken a break from punishing Jieun. They're both lying on the couch, Yeji on top of Yujin. They're enjoying each other, while eating each other out. Their moans sync with Jieun's as she gets basically spit roasted by Irene and Karina.

There really seems to be no end in sight for Jieun. She doesn't know what time it is. Curtains are covering the windows, not letting any light inside the room. Is it morning already? It doesn't matter. Her body is completely worn out, completely used. But the four women don't stop using her. She's now lying back on the bed again. Her hands are still tied behind her back, but a couple of minutes ago, Karina tied her feet together as well. So now Jieun can't move at all. She feels like she isn't even inside her own body anymore. It's like she is watching a movie. But only small parts of it.

"Please let me cum."

She whines as Irene drives her towards the edge, just so she can deny her her orgasm again. And because her limbs are tied, Jieun can't do anything about it. She can only lie on her stomach, her hands on her back, waiting for Irene to start moving again. But Irene has other plans.

"You still have one more foot to go."

Jieun looks at Yujin's right foot. The younger girl is sitting at the head of the bed. The left one has already been cleaned by Jieun. And now, she has to clean the right one too, before Irene starts to fuck her again.

Jieun starts by taking one of Yujin's toes into her mouth. She slowly sucks on it, still not really accustomed to the feeling. But when she suddenly feels the leather pieces of the whip sliding teasingly over her ass cheeks, she quickens her pace.

It's too late though. Irene wasn't satisfied. The whip cracks and a second later, Jieun's right cheek starts to burn.

"Unnie."

She whines, unable to hide her pain. But she quickly moves onto the next toe. Another hit from the whip and both her cheeks hurt. Irene is just starting to enjoy herself. No matter how quick or thorough Jieun is, she feels the whip hit her ass every couple of seconds. She knows Irene won't stop, until she completely cleaned Yujin's feet.

A couple of minutes later, or maybe even an hour later, Jieun has completely lost her sense for time, she finds herself being carried by Yeji and Karina. Yeji is standing behind her, lifting her up and down, her cock sliding in and out of Jieun's ass. Which also means, Jieun is forced to take Karina's strap on as well. Her pussy and her ass are getting stretched out at the same time. She's eye to eye level with Karina, who keeps degrading her.

"Have you ever thought of just getting implants?"

"I...No. I-Oh, god! I haven't."

"Trust me you should. Your fans would appreciate it."

Karina gives her a wicked smirk, knowing full well that that would never happen. Even if Jieun would want to do that, the company would say no.

"Of course everyone would know your tits are fake. But who cares, right? At least you'd look less pathetic."

"Maybe work on your ass little more too."

Yeji speaks up from behind, her dildo still stretching out Jieun's puckered hole.

"You could put on the tightest dress and no one would see a single curve on your body."

Jieun sighs and whines in protest in their arms, trying to defend herself. She's completely fine with being used. She's fine with all four of them ruining all her holes. But the degradation still gets to her.

"I...I thought you wanted me to get less popular."

"Oh, you think because of fake tits you're gonna be more popular?"

Karina laughs at her face, while Jieun can only bite her lip, trying to hold back an orgasm. She was so desperate for one earlier. But now she doesn't dare to climax, while Karina and Yeji are basically body shaming her.

"No way. You'd lose all your real fans and only horny guys would jerk off to you."

"I'd love to see that."

Yeji groans into Jieun's ear. The older woman is small and light, but eventually even she becomes too heavy.

"The only thing you have going for you are your tight holes."

"Maybe that's what you should start selling, instead of music. What do you think?"

Karina's mocking smile makes Jieun turn her head away. But it's already too late. With an embarrassed whine leaving her lips, she orgasms hard. Her pussy clenches onto Karina's dildo, her walls tightening further and further. Her body shakes in their arms.

"Pathetic."

After all four of them put their dildos inside of her for the first time, she started to lose control. Parts of her memories don't really connect together. She remembers being bent over the sink inside the bathroom, someone using her pussy like a fleshlight. A minute later, she's sitting on the sex swing with both Yeji and Yujin trusting their strap ons into Jieun's used pussy. All memories of the night mix together into one blur. To Jieun nothing makes sense anymore. The four of them seem to have endless stamina.

In the end, Jieun finally wakes up from a deep sleep. She gets scared when she realizes she can't move. She's lying on a bed, staring at the ceiling. Her arms are tied together, but not behind her back. They're placed above her stomach. Her ankles are tied together as well. But with enough room for easy access to her pussy.

Jieun hears the same noise that seems to have woken her up. She slightly lifts her head and immediately lets it fall back onto the mattress. Shame colours her cheeks, just like the night before.

"Jieun-ssi."

Her manager calls her name softly. The four girls must've left while she was passed out. She is alone in the room, her manager standing in the doorframe. When she lifts her head again, Jieun notices his phone in his hand. He definitely took pictures of her. But now, his eyes are glued to the wide open hole between her legs. Her body is still experiencing the aftermath of her punishment.

"I hope you don't mind if I just..."

He doesn't finish his sentence. Instead, he lowers his phone and starts to unbuckle his belt. Jieun wants to say something, but quickly notices that someone stuffed her mouth with her own panties.

When her manager lets his pants drop to the floor, Jieun finally understands the message. Her lesson isn't over yet. And it never will be.

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Hi, everyone!

I hope you enjoyed the story. It was a little harder to write, because I've never written something like this before.

I got feedback on the other two fics before this one, specifically mentioning that some parts feel rushed and aren't connected perfectly. I'd love to use my lack of sleep as an excuse, but that wouldn't be fair to you guys. In this fic, I've tried my best to correct my mistakes from before, but I also feel like slightly rushed scenes and abruptly cut off scenes actually fit IU's experience here.

I'll try to get on top of the current problem as best as I can. But from now on, I'll prioritize quality over the schedule, which means, I might push the release dates of the other two stories a couple of days back. I hope that's okay with you guys. I'm sure you'd rather read a top tier fic a day or two later, instead of reading a sloppily written story on time. I'll let you know on Saturday, if I'm unable to post the next story on Sunday. It shouldn't take me longer than one or two extra days anyway.

I apologize for the inconvenience.

Have a great day and stay healthy!

[anticapitalistclown]

clownie how are you? I wanted to request lookism boys reacting to the trend "chat can you watch my boyfriend?" its ok if you don't want to

Chat, Can you watch my boyfriend?

Gun, Jaegyeon, Vasco

Gun

Gun was focused on making dinner for the night when he heard your fast steps "Chat, can you watch my boyfriend for me? I'll be right back" before he could process anything your mobile was on the kitchen counter, and you already disappeared.

Gun raised an eyebrow and read the chat "is he really y/n's bf?" he read the question "yes, yes I am" he turned to keep cooking when a notification popped "gangnamoppa2: what is y/n doing with a loser" Gun chuckled while slicing the sashimi with his knife "the girl you're spending money on, sleeps with me every night" he shaped the rice to prepare the niguiri "who's the loser here?".

When you reappeared you found Gun giving a sushi masterclass while the chat was going crazy, you started to read the comments:

gangnamoppa2: this boy would do no good to my y/n, you should drop him

zoey: chat, let the man cook

yumin: who was that Daniel guy he was talking about?

ninjagoo: break up with him on live lol

baek: chat, don't be mean!

You tilted your head to your boyfriend "oppa, you started a war" Gun smiled triumphant "leave those losers and come eat with me".

Jaegyeon

Jaegyeon was installing a new steering wheel to Initial N, when you jumped on the passenger seat and left the phone on the dashboard "chat, watch my boyfriend for me, I'll be back real quick" you winked at the camera and left.

Jaegyeon absolutely couldn't care less about the chat, his first priority was Initial N and the new steering wheel "that's it, my dear Initial N, you've got a new toy" he said proud.

serasin: bro is cute but talks to his car

Jaegyeon read the comment "serasin, Initial N is like part of the family" the chat wouldn't get it.

monkseob: Initial N or y/n?

Jaegyeon was frozen "do I have to choose?" he sighed "okay chat, stop" his hand grabbed the steering wheel "y/n is very dear to me, but Initial N and I have a longer relationship"

2secondqueen: creep

snapper: tf is wrong with him?

"shut up" Jaegyeon looked at Inital N "Initial N has brought me places and I protected Initial N from the kings" Jaegyeon pouted "damn, it's been Initial N and me against the world, huh? I'm getting emotional" he saw you rushing back to him with a smile "I'll choose y/n".

Vasco

You pinched your boyfriend's cheeks and placed your phone on his table "chat, watch my boyfriend for me" you left the room, leaving him confused "y/n?" he called you, but there was no response "she maybe needs to go to the restroom" he looked confused at the chat "hello".

mimi: bro's scary af

baek: mf looks 30

clownie: he's kinda cute tho~

Vasco stared at the comments and pouted "I don't understand what you're saying" he looked at the door, how much are you going to take? "I guess my y/n has a lot of foreign fans" Vasco sighed "well, I'm Vasco, I like dogs and I want to get married in a future and have three daughters, and a kangaroo too" he looked dreamy "and when I'm older and about to die me and the kangaroo-" his speech was interrupted by you "I'm back" you smiled at him "where you constipated?" he asked you "no!" you giggled.

boxking: respect bro

dong: he's the one

yuna: wait! I want to know how the kangaroo story ends!

[bangchansgirlsblog]

Push and pull.

Warning:  Angst

Pairing: skz x 9th member

Summary: The constant pressure of being a girl in a group of boys is crazy but crazier when your looked at like a fragile baby.

!not proofread so forgive me for mistakes!

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“Oppa just tell me what’s wrong pleaseee?” She begged, “I also care about you and you need to calm down. This is scaring me,”

"No I want to only talk to the boys, please Y/n?" He said and It stung. 

Han had been having a mental breakdown and had been crying for an hour straight. They had just arrived from practice when he decided to brush everyone off and leave to go to his room where Y/n had been begging him to come out of.

"Okay," She softly said and left the room. Was she not going enough for him? Did he not like her? The thoughts run through her head as she laid in bed trying not to cry. The pain of feeling neglected was slowly eating her alive.

She had been begging him to tell her what had happened but he refused. He didn't want to tell her what was going on but once the boys walked in back from their schedules, he wanted to speak to them straight away. Leaving Y/n sad and confused. 

She decided to to finish some work as she waited for the boys to finish talking to Han but even then her heart wasn't settled. She wasn't able to concentrate. The guilt was eating her up. It made her feel sick. So she decided to go make herself some tea and that's when she run into Felix in the kitchen making some brownies.

"Hey Felix," she softly smile and greeted him.

"Hey Y/nnie!" He beamed and waved at her then continued to mix the mixture in the bowl. "where you able to get more tape for your knee?"

"yeah i was, Eunwo (their manager) was able to get me some on our way back," she explained while she got a glass of water. "What are you doing?"

"Making brownies for Hannie, he isn't feeling the best," Y/n turned to look at his older brother.

"Can I please know why?" She took the chance to get it out of Felix because she knew Felix wasn't their strongest soldier when it came to keeping secrets from one another.

"No I'm sorry, Han said not to tell you," he looked back at the butter quickly trying to avoid the eye contact.

"But Lix-"

"No I'm not telling you, it's not my secret to tell," he cut her off and continued his work. He felt really bad for leaving her out but he knew himself he couldn't spill anything just yet.

"Okay, fine be a meanie,"  She softly sighed and got her cup of now iced coffee.

"No don't be like that, Han will tell you when his ready," he pouts walking over to her to her. hoping that someway he could fix the situation. 

Everyone knew that Y/n felt left out most of the times because she was the only girl and sometimes the boys had things they couldn’t tell her or share with her but other than that they told her everything and they tried to make her feel apart of the group. 

Since felix was the most sensitive and softest out of everyone he felt the need to protect her because felix did feel left out at a point when he couldn’t speak korean fluently and Y/ was the one who would stay up with him trying to help him study. In this case, Y/n was not feeling this 'brotherly' love. 

She shrugged his hands off and took a step back trying to get out of his reach. "I'm his bestfriend too, I'm part of this team too but I keep being treated like I'm an outsider," She let out a sigh and wiped the rolling tear. Trying to make sure Felix didn't see her cry.

"No don't cry please," he begged but she simply walked past him but ofcourse felix tried to follow but she stopped him and continued into her room where she locked the door and stayed there for the rest of the evening.

When it was time for dinner she went outside to grab the stuff she had ordered since leeknow wasn't cooking tonight and she sat on the empty dining table. Everyone was still sat in Han's room and there were a few empty cups on the table meaning they had all eaten already.

Felix had left her a plate of brownies for desert and a cup of milk so atleast she knew they still acknowledge her. As she sat there she got bored and saw it was 8pm.

So since she had nothing planed for the evening she decided to get up, put everything away and grab her training stuff to head to the jyp building. It was a short walk anyway and korea was a safe place to be wondeirng at night. The builidng looked quite empty but a few people were locking up and packingup to head home.

She scanned the hallways for an empty room and she finally did find one but was soon interrupted but Jae Beom and his crew. His smile was bright and he was so excited to see her.

"Y/nnie!"

"Oppa!" she squealed. Her sad aura was now replaced with happiness at the sight of her favorite older brothers. She quickly run over and age each of them hugs while saying hello.

"What are you doing here so late? Where are your brothers?" He asked dropping his practice bag and walking back over to her. He pulled her in a hug once again. Although they worked in the same company they barely saw each other due to schedules and stuff.

"Han wasn't feeling well so they are taking care of him and I decided to come practice," She explained. The boys were now all paying close attention to her.

"Ahhh I see! Can we join you?" Mark asks. His hands were in his pockets and they all didnt have makeup on so it meant that they were also here just for free practice.

"Yes sure, I need company anyway," She smiled and headed over to the laptop that was by the speakers. "What should we start with?"

"Can you teach us S-class? Its so hard and we've been trying to learn it," Jackson pouts and raffles her hair,

"Yeah the hand movement is impossible!" Jinyoung chirps in.

She giggled at this because they all reminded her so much of her little brothers back at home when S-class had just come out. "Sure, I can its not that hard," the groans in response made her laugh fill the room so she just played the song and they all run through it as she taught them step by step and by the time they were done, it was 1 in the morning. ONE IN THE MORNING? fuck.

She quickly took out her phone from her bag and looked at it to see thousands of missed calls and (as if in cue) that's when Hyunjin and I.N slammed the door open. they were both panicked and Hyunjins phone was ringing alot while I.N was frantic talking to someone of his phone.

"There you are!" Hyunjin exclaimed panting and huffing. "We've been calling, texting and even fucking tracking your phone, why wouldn’t you tell us your here? This is extremely dangerous Y/n! Oh my God!"

"Y/nnie! do you know how worried we were?! Chan hyung and Leeknow hyung are on some road screaming your name looking for you everywhere," I.N yells at her causing her to jump at the sudden loud voices.

"My phone was off, I was just practicing here-" she tried to explain but was interrupted immediately. 

"Okay, it doesn’t matter now, let's go home, we were worried sick, hang on...grab your stuff," he got out his phone and started talking to someone that sounded like Chan. With the way Hyunjin was cringing she knew she was dead meat. 

She quickly grabbed my Bags, her laptop and quickly said bye to everyone who were also as terrified as she was but they totally understood and told her to just be safe and to text them. She quickly made her way behind Hyunjin and I.N who were towering over her. Once hyunjin hang up the phone finally, he slowed down so he was walking by her side.

"Never do that again please,"

"But I was just with my friends,"

"You know we don't trust you in a room full men," he softly says ruffling his hands through her hair.

"Yeah I know, I know. I'm in shit, i've accepted it," she groaned but remembered the only reason she was in this mess, "Is Hannie okay now?"

"Yeah he is and he wants to talk to you," She look up at him confused. Her heart jumping. 

"What about?" she asked on a confused tone. Hyunjin glances over at I.N who gulps. They both look at eachother as if communicating.

"Felix said that you were upset-"

"I wasn't upset really," She quickly explained.

"Oh well now you can explain that to him anyway but right now those are your least of your worries cause Chan is going to kill you in cold blood," I.N takes of his jacket and hands it to her. she was freezing and she was wearing a tank top but luckily I.N had a hoodie and jacket on.

Ugh. She sighed softly when they arrived to the house. She stopped causing the boys to look at her confused. Her worries and sadness came washing over her. With the way she had fun at the studio with her other brothers she had totally forgotten the depression she was facing at home.

She took a deep breath (quite dramatically) earning a chuckle from both boys and she walked up the stairs into the house where Chan and Leeknow were Ofcourse sitting on the dining table with a coffee mug both. She couldn't even sneak past them which was her only hope in avoiding them. She quickly turned around but was met with Hyunjins chest. sigh.

"Stop, turn around and sit," Chan voice was loud meaning he was serious. she quickly followed his instructions and sat on the chair across both of them.

"What time is it?" He squints his eyes and looks at her.

"1:30 Oppa," she sighed and looked down at her fingers. 

"Why would you leave the house without letting us know? What if something had happened and we didn't know-"

"Your always scolding me and not treating me like an adult," she snapped at him. This made Hyunjin stop in his tracks and turned back and I.N  paused whatever he was doing to over at them. Never ever did she snap at the boys especially chan because she loved them and they were older than her so she was so respectful. This was a shock and the gasp that left leeknows lips was evidence.

"That's not true I always treat you like an adult," Chan defended himself. 

"You don't Oppa! You don't get it, just because I'm 19 doesn't mean I'm a kid, I'm only one year younger than I.N and he gets treated like an adult, everything I do you guys have to be there watching and whenever you guys have conversations I'm pushed to the side. Yes I get I'm a girl and I'm young but it doesn't mean I'm not part of the team, I'm allowed to walk out the house right now if I wanted to, if I wanted a babysitter I would have hired you a long time," 

"Y/n dont raise your voice at hyung like that. Its not right," Leeknows eyes were red. he was pissed off and it was clear. 

"Dont talk to me like that Y/n. If you have a problem you tell me, you dont yell. Look at me when im talking to you," She looked up at him. He looked tired, frustrated and mad. He had to first deal with Han...now this?

"fine sorry," she was done. she was done with this conversation, she was done with the boys, she was done with everything. She stood up and stormed out the room. Chan following right behind her 

"We're not done here young lady, You think i want this? you think i want to constantly be checking on you? you think i want to be. You keep acting childish thats why i have to keep tabs on you!" with every second he was getting louder and louder. 

"Chan dont, lets go calm down-" leeknow grabs his arm trying to keep him away.

"Y/n go to your room," Changbin interferes trying to break the two up. 

"See!" she exclaimed and walked into her room shutting it and locking it.

[thanosscross]

Thin line between hate and love - Choi Seung Hyun/T.O.P x reader part one

Summary: After joining BigBang, you were quick to reject Seung Hyun, because you had to hate Seung Hyun, because if you didn't, you'd love him, and if you loved him, then it'd end badly, that's what everybody always said, right?

Warnings: Nothing really, Seung Hyun having a panic attack, but ready helps him through it

Translations: Oppa= Meaning Big brother, often used by younger females towards older men that they are close to, can also be used romantically towards a boyfriend if he is older.

Whenever you graduated from trainee to an actual K-pop idol, you were frustrated to be stuck with a boy band, you had been a trainee for the last seven years to become a solo K-Pop star, only to be shoved into a group called BigBang after a member was removed, some guy you couldn't remember, so obviously he wasn't that important. You were quickly rushed into meeting each member, Seung Hyun, Ji-Yong, Dae-Sung, and Tae-Yang, becoming the newest 5th member of the band was weird for all of you, especially with you being a girl in an all boy band. YG panicked though, taking his most ready trainee and shoving them with the boys, hoping they'd work well together.

You all somewhat worked well together, You were close with all the boys, except for Seung Hyun, you never wanted to be near him after your second day there, and you weren't shy about showing it either. The fans loved it, because Seung Hyun made it a game to make a comedy out of your hatred for him, constantly trying to tell people you were actually really nice to him privately, or trying to get you to dance with him during shows. All of it just made you fall for him harder, but you had to hate Seung Hyun, because if you didn't, you'd love him, and if you loved him, then it'd end badly, that's how you were trained and it's what you were always told, dating other idols just make awkward break-ups.

As you walked out on stage you waved to your side of the stage, looking at all of the different signs that fans were holding up proudly. You were normally one to stick to your chorography unless one of the boys pulled you out of it, which is what happened almost every show. "Y/n...." Ji-Yong called teasingly as the track played, never noticing Seung Hyun making his way closer to you from behind. As you shifted to the left with the chorography, ready to move to grab a back-up dancer for part of 'Bae Bae', before two arms wrapped around you, two hands dramatically moving around in front of your body, careful not to actually touch your chest, Seung Hyun smirked as he swayed your hips to the music, matching his movements, basically making you his back-up dancer. As the fans screamed loudly, you stumbled away swatting at his hands angrily as he just twirled around matching the rest of your chorography as the song ended.

Huffing loudly to catch your breath, you brought your microphone up "Do not. ever touch me during that song again" You said giving him a warning look, he just chuckled lowly into the microphone "Why so hostile, Jagiya?" He asked, his deep voice echoing through the speakers the fans screaming loudly at his voice, and his nickname for you. "Leave me alone, Top" You sassed, turning your back going to walk to your mark for the next song before you heard him speak again "Y/n~..Jagiya, you like?" He asked lowly, you slowly turned around to see him laying on the stage, one leg bent and the other laying flat as he was leaned back on his hands, his head leaned back as he shook out the long hair he didn't have. "Top...get up" You demanded into your microphone, before looking at the other three "Really? No help at all? Oppa?" You asked raising your eyebrows at Ji-Yong, someone you considered to be an older brother to you, he just stood laughing softly from behind his hands that hid his smile. You just stomped back to your mark whining loudly "Why can't you just leave me alone?" You whined glaring at him, he just smirked waving at you as he held his fingers up in the shape of a heart. "I literally hate you...so much" You whispered, starting the next song.

After your show ended, you were quick to rush to your dressing room, wanting to get changed into something comfortable before the meet and greet you all had scheduled almost right after the show. You were successful in changing, making your way out of the room, only to be greeted by Ji-Yong attempting to get into Seung Hyun's dressing room "You have to open the door, Seung hyun!" He pleaded, shaking the doorknob, you made you way over cautiously, raising an eyebrow at your bandmate. "He said something about having anxiety and not wanting to go to the meet and greet, and now he's not coming out of the room" Ji-Yong explained, you just sighed, replacing his hand with yours on the doorknob, before slowly moving to stand in Ji-Yong's spot, him stepping away "I've got this, Oppa, go get ready" You smiled softly, waiting for him to leave ear shot before knocking on the door softly "Seung Hyun...Oppa, open the door" You said quietly, hoping he'd hear you "Seung Hyun" You stated louder, you felt the doorknob twist in your hand as it slowly opened, you were met with your bandmate who shook harshly as his breathing was erratic. You just walked past him, pushing the door shut as you entered, Seung Hyun looked at you expectantly, like he was waiting for you to yell at him for making you all late, which in his mind, was what he was doing.

You just silently sat down on the floor, leaning against the couch as you motioned him over "I always like the floor better whenever I'm panicking" You offered softly, watching as he slowly sat next to you, tucking his arms in his lap, he couldn't help it, in the panicked, vulnerable state, he didn't want to upset you. You didn't really like him that much, right? He let his mind swirl as you took his hand in yours gently "Is it the amount of people?..I know you get..nervous whenever we do meet and greets or big interviews" You asked softly, not taking your eyes off of him, Seung Hyun couldn't answer, his eyes just staying trained on his shaky hands that he tried to hold between his legs to stop them. "Oppa..What's wrong?" You asked softly, leaning your head on his shoulder, he glanced at you, trying to find his voice to speak. "A-All the new people, a-all the contact" He whispered, tightening his grip on your hand for a moment "Hey, that's understandable...I get nervous sometimes before shows" You whispered, caressing his knuckles with your thumb "Y-You do?" he asked after a moment, starting to focus on something other than his racing thoughts. You seemed the most together during shows, perfecting everything further than he did, and you were nervous? You never seemed to show it "Yea, nervous you're going to mess with me" You teased playfully, watching as the corner of his mouth started to lift into a small smile. "It's fun....you're a fun person to make mad" He smiled, starting to feel the buzzing feeling that came after a panic attack as he started to calm down. "Well..if you can keep a secret, I'm never really mad at you.." You whispered, squeezing his hand gently, he just rested his head on yours gently as he took a shaky deep breath "You're not?" He asked, flipping your hands over to open yours, messing with the rings on your fingers, along with a small thin chain that connected three of your rings to a bracelet you wore for the concert.

"Of course not, Seung Hyun, you are the biggest gentlemen out there, and you're so thoughtful and kind, how could I be mad at you?" You whispered before moving to sit in front of him "If I tell you how I keep myself calm..will you promise not to tell anybody, and that you'll come out to the meet and greet?" You whispered softly, taking both of his hands in yours as he nodded "I take a deep breath before I walk out, and I think to myself, if anything goes wrong, if I start to panic? Rely on you, you always know just what to do to lighten the mood" You smiled, watching as he looked up at you blushing softly, not really knowing how to respond to that "I see you thinking all of the time, trying to find the best, funniest things to do" You smiled "I appreciate it" You added, Seung Hyun squeezed your hands before laughing softly as he wiped his cheeks from any remaining tears. "How can I rely on myself?" he chuckled, watching as you rolled your eyes playfully "Rely on me, if you can save me for almost all of our shows, I'm sure I can handle a few meet and greets" You smiled, standing up slowly as you pulled him to his feet "So, are we ready?" You asked smiling, holding his hands still as you looked up at him hopefully, he glanced down at the floor for a moment before taking a deep breath again and nodding "Y-Yea, yea, I'm ready" He smiled softly, blushing softly as you pulled him out of the room "Just remember...to everybody else, I hate you" You reminded as you walked down the hallway "Why?.." He asked, stopping his pace causing you to come to a stop as well "I..-" You stopped yourself, tightening your grip on his hands, biting your lip nervously "I-I need to, so nobody knows the truth" You said calmly, hoping he wouldn't press any more "Because you like me, Jigaya~?" He asked teasingly, laughing as your cheeks burned with a blush "No. shut up" You hushed as you pulled him towards the meet and greet area, ready to get this over with and get home to your bed.

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[elryuse]

Veil Of Devotion Pt. 1

Yandere Sullin X Make Reader

Tags : Incest, Yandere, Obsession, Blowjobs, Secret Sex, Secret Relationship, Older Brother Reader, Younger Sister Sullin

Words : 7,780 Words

A Commission Series For My Friend @thelastsequence Here On Tumblr. Hope you Enjoyed the First Part of This Series Bruv.

You’ve always taken your role as an older brother seriously. From the time you were just a boy, you understood that Sullin, your little sister, relied on you more than anyone else. Your parents were rarely home—work trips, late nights, or social obligations kept them away. So, you became her pillar. When she cried, you were there to wipe her tears. When she was lonely, you told her stories to make her smile. You were her everything, and she was yours.

As the years went by, Sullin blossomed into a stunning young woman. She was the kind of girl people couldn’t help but notice—bright, kind, and impossibly beautiful. At school, she became a magnet for attention. You’d heard the stories from her about boys confessing their feelings or trying to win her heart, but Sullin never seemed interested.

“They’re nice, but… they’re not you, oppa,” she would say with a soft giggle. Her words always felt like an innocent declaration of her admiration, but the way her eyes lingered on you sometimes made you wonder if there was more behind them.

Today started out like any other day. You walked home from work, checking your phone for texts from Sullin. She always messaged you when she was done with school, and you’d meet her halfway or wait for her at home. But today, there were no texts. No updates.

A feeling of unease settled in your chest as you quickened your pace toward her school.

When you arrived, you saw her standing near the gates, her arms crossed and her body tense. Her usual cheerful demeanor was replaced with discomfort, and a tall boy stood in front of her, gesturing animatedly. His voice reached your ears as you approached.

“Sullin, come on. I’m not like those other guys. I really like you. We’d be great together. Just give me a chance.”

The boy’s persistence made your blood boil. Sullin’s polite rejection wasn’t enough for him. She tried to step back, but he matched her movement, his presence invasive. You quickened your pace, your fists clenched tightly.

“I said no, Juwon,” Sullin replied firmly, though her voice wavered slightly. “Please, just leave me alone.”

Before the boy could respond, you stepped in, placing yourself between him and your sister.

“She said no. Are you deaf, or just stupid?” you growled, your eyes locking onto Juwon’s with an intensity that made him flinch.

Juwon took a step back, his confidence faltering. “I… I wasn’t doing anything wrong. I just wanted to talk to her.”

“You don’t seem to understand the meaning of no,” you snapped, your voice low and dangerous. “If she says she’s not interested, you leave her alone. Got it?”

Juwon glanced at Sullin, who was peeking out from behind you, her hands clutching your arm tightly. Her expression was a mix of fear and relief. With a frustrated grunt, Juwon turned on his heel and walked away, muttering under his breath.

As soon as he was gone, Sullin exhaled shakily and leaned into you. “Oppa…” she murmured, her voice soft and trembling.

You turned to her, your expression softening. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

She shook her head, her hands still clutching your arm. “No, he didn’t. But… thank you. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t shown up.”

Her bright eyes met yours, and a small, grateful smile spread across her face. “You always show up when I need you the most.”

You reached out and gently ruffled her hair. “That’s what big brothers are for.”

Sullin giggled and slipped her hand into yours, intertwining your fingers. The gesture was something she’d done since she was little, but as she grew older, it started to feel different—more intimate.

“Let’s go home,” she said cheerfully, as if the encounter with Juwon had never happened. Her mood shifted so quickly it almost made you laugh.

As you walked together, Sullin chatted about her day, her voice light and happy. But you couldn’t shake the feeling of unease. Something about the way Juwon looked at her bothered you deeply. His persistence, his unwillingness to take no for an answer—it wasn’t something you could ignore.

When you reached home, Sullin kicked off her shoes and flopped onto the couch. “Oppa, can we order takeout tonight? I don’t feel like cooking.”

You chuckled and set your bag down. “Fine, but only if you help me pick what to order.”

She grinned and pulled out her phone, scrolling through the menu. As you watched her, a sense of protectiveness swelled in your chest. Sullin was your responsibility, your precious little sister. You’d do anything to keep her safe, no matter what.

But deep down, you couldn’t ignore the nagging thought that maybe, just maybe, Sullin saw you as more than her brother. The way she clung to you, the way her eyes lit up when you were around—it was different.

And maybe, if you were honest with yourself, you didn’t mind.

Life returned to normal after the encounter with Juwon—or as normal as it could be with Sullin practically glued to your side. At first, her constant presence felt comforting. You’d always been close, and it wasn’t unusual for her to seek you out for advice or companionship. But now, it was different.

She was always there.

When you made breakfast in the morning, she was in the kitchen, sitting on the counter and watching you intently. When you came home from work, she was already waiting by the door, her face lighting up like a child’s on Christmas morning. Even when you tried to relax, she was either nestled beside you or finding excuses to talk.

“Oppa, can you help me with this?”

“Oppa, I made you some tea. It’s your favorite!”

“Oppa, do you want to watch a movie with me tonight?”

You couldn’t deny that you enjoyed her company. Sullin had a way of making everything feel lighter, her presence chasing away the exhaustion from your long days. But as time went on, you started to worry.

She didn’t seem to have any friends.

Sure, she was polite to her classmates and had plenty of admirers, but she never talked about hanging out with anyone outside of school. And she certainly wasn’t interested in dating, much to the dismay of her many suitors.

One evening, as you sat on the couch scrolling through your phone, Sullin plopped down beside you, resting her head on your shoulder. You glanced at her, raising an eyebrow. “Don’t you have homework to do?”

She pouted. “I finished it already. Besides, I’d rather spend time with you.”

You sighed, setting your phone aside. “Sullin, don’t you think you should try hanging out with your friends more? You’re in high school—you should be making memories, having fun.”

She frowned, pulling away slightly. “I don’t need anyone else, oppa. I’m happiest when I’m with you.”

Her words hit you like a punch to the gut. On the surface, it sounded sweet, but there was an undercurrent of something else, something possessive.

“That’s not healthy, Sullin,” you said gently. “It’s important to have other people in your life. You don’t want to look back and regret missing out on these years.”

She crossed her arms, her expression stubborn. “I won’t regret it. Everyone else is boring or annoying. You’re the only one who understands me.”

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “Sullin, you’re my little sister. Of course I’ll always be here for you, but I can’t be your entire world. You need to experience life, meet new people…”

Her eyes darkened, and for a moment, the cheerful facade she always wore cracked. “Are you trying to get rid of me, oppa?”

The question made your heart sink. “No, of course not. I just want what’s best for you.”

“Then stop trying to push me away,” she said, her voice trembling. “You don’t understand, oppa. You’re the only one who’s ever been there for me. Mom and Dad were never around, and everyone else just wants something from me. But you… you’re different. You care about me.”

Her words were raw, filled with emotion, and you felt a pang of guilt. She wasn’t wrong. You had been her rock, her protector. But now, it seemed like that bond was becoming a chain, binding her to you in a way that felt… unnatural.

“Sullin…” you began, but she cut you off.

“Please, oppa,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t ask me to change. I’m happy like this. Aren’t you?”

You didn’t know how to answer. You were happy in a way, but the weight of her dependence was growing heavier by the day. Still, seeing the vulnerability in her eyes, you couldn’t bring yourself to push her away.

“Alright,” you said finally, your voice soft. “But promise me you’ll at least try to talk to your classmates more. You don’t have to make best friends, but it’s good to have people you can rely on.”

She hesitated before nodding. “Okay. I’ll try… for you.”

Her smile returned, but there was something about it that unsettled you—a flicker of triumph, as if she’d won a battle you didn’t even know you were fighting.

The rest of the evening passed quietly. Sullin insisted on sitting as close to you as possible while you watched TV, her head resting on your shoulder. She seemed content, but your thoughts were elsewhere.

You couldn’t shake the feeling that your relationship with her was crossing into dangerous territory. You wanted to protect her, to make her happy, but at what cost?

As the night wore on, you found yourself wondering if you’d made a mistake. Had you been too soft? Too accommodating?

Or was it already too late to pull away?

Day by day, your routine with Sullin became more structured, more predictable. Every morning, you would walk her to school, and every afternoon, you would wait by the gates to take her home. It had become a ritual, one that Sullin seemed to cherish deeply.

She always greeted you the same way after school—with a bright, radiant smile and an enthusiastic wave. Her happiness was contagious, and though you still worried about her dependence on you, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride knowing that you were the one who made her feel safe and loved.

One afternoon, as you leaned against the gate, watching the students filter out, you spotted Sullin walking toward you. This time, she wasn’t alone. Two girls were by her side, chatting animatedly. Sullin’s face lit up even more when she saw you, and she quickly waved, tugging her friends along.

“Oppa!” she called, her voice ringing with excitement.

The two girls looked at you curiously before offering polite smiles.

“This is Dahyun and Lynn,” Sullin introduced, gesturing to the two girls. “They’re my best friends.”

“Nice to meet you,” Dahyun said with a slight bow. She was petite with short, dark hair and an energetic aura that made her seem like the life of the group.

“Hello,” Lynn added softly, her demeanor more reserved. Her long, wavy hair framed her face, and she had a calming presence that balanced Dahyun’s energy.

“Nice to meet you both,” you replied with a nod, smiling at how polite they were.

The trio looked adorable together, and for the first time in a while, you felt a glimmer of relief. Maybe Sullin was starting to open up to others after all.

“We were just talking about going to the library together tomorrow,” Dahyun said. “Sullin said she wanted to show us some books she likes.”

You raised an eyebrow at Sullin, who blushed slightly. “I thought it’d be fun,” she said shyly.

“Sounds like a good idea,” you said. “It’s nice to see you making friends, Sullin.”

She smiled, her cheeks tinged pink, and glanced at her friends. “Yeah… it’s been nice.”

Dahyun suddenly turned to you with a playful grin. “Sullin talks about you a lot, you know. She’s always saying how cool and dependable her oppa is.”

“Dahyun!” Sullin exclaimed, her face turning red.

You chuckled, feeling both flattered and a little embarrassed. “Well, I try my best.”

Lynn smiled gently. “She’s lucky to have someone like you.”

Sullin beamed at their words, clinging to your arm as if to emphasize the bond you shared. “I know, right? Oppa is the best.”

Though her affection was endearing, you noticed the slight possessiveness in the way she held onto you, as if she were silently reminding her friends that you were hers.

After a few more minutes of light conversation, Dahyun and Lynn said their goodbyes and headed off in the opposite direction. Sullin waved to them cheerfully before turning her attention back to you.

“They’re nice, aren’t they?” she asked, her voice soft.

“Yeah, they seem great,” you replied. “I’m glad you’ve made some good friends.”

Sullin’s smile faltered for a brief moment before returning, though it felt a bit forced. “Yeah… they’re fun to hang out with. But I still like being with you the most.”

You sighed, giving her a gentle pat on the head. “Sullin, it’s good to have friends your age. It’s part of growing up.”

“I know,” she murmured, though her tone was unconvincing.

The walk home was quieter than usual, and you couldn’t help but wonder if your comment had upset her. You wanted her to live a full, happy life, but it was clear that she still saw you as the center of her world.

The next day, you dropped her off at school as usual. Dahyun and Lynn were waiting for her at the gates, and they greeted her with warm smiles. Sullin waved to you before running off to join them, her laughter echoing as they disappeared into the building.

For a moment, you felt a sense of pride. Maybe things were changing, even if only slightly.

But as you walked away, you couldn’t shake the feeling that Sullin’s attachment to you ran deeper than you fully understood. She had friends now, but would that be enough to loosen the hold she had on you—or the hold you had on her?

You didn’t have an answer, but you knew one thing for sure: Sullin wasn’t ready to let go.

The night was still and quiet, but something felt… off. You stirred awake, a strange warmth pressing against your body. Groggily, you reached for your blanket, only to freeze when you felt something—someone—next to you.

Blinking in the dim light, your eyes adjusted to the sight of Sullin, curled up against your side, her head resting on your chest. Her breathing was soft and steady, indicating that she was fast asleep.

“Sullin…?” you whispered, unsure if this was some kind of dream.

She didn’t respond. Her arms were wrapped around you tightly, as though she were holding on to a lifeline.

You tried shaking her gently. “Sullin, wake up. What are you doing here?”

But she didn’t budge. Her grip remained firm, and her peaceful expression made it clear she was deep in slumber.

A part of you wanted to get up and carry her back to her own bed, but the thought of waking her—of seeing her disappointed or upset—held you back. With a heavy sigh, you leaned back against the pillows and closed your eyes, hoping sleep would come quickly.

“This is just one night,” you told yourself. “It doesn’t mean anything.”

But as you drifted off, the faint scent of her shampoo lingered in the air, and you couldn’t ignore the strange unease settling in your chest.

Morning came sooner than you expected. The first rays of sunlight peeked through the curtains, and you yawned as you stretched, running a hand through your messy hair. Turning to your side, you saw that Sullin was still in bed, her face serene as she lay curled up beneath the blanket.

You rubbed your eyes and stood up, deciding to let her sleep a little longer. The events of the night before played in your mind, but you shook them off. “She probably just had a bad dream,” you muttered, trying to convince yourself.

Grabbing a fresh towel, you headed to the bathroom for a shower. The sound of running water filled the room as you tried to clear your thoughts.

But what you didn’t realize was that Sullin wasn’t asleep at all.

Her eyes fluttered open the moment she heard you move. She sat up quietly, watching as you left the room. Her gaze was fixed, her lips curling into a faint smile.

Sliding out of bed, she tiptoed to the door, peeking through the small crack you’d left open. The faint sound of water accompanied the sight of steam escaping from the bathroom.

Sullin leaned against the doorframe, her hands clasped together as she watched the outline of your figure behind the frosted glass. Her eyes traced your movements, studying the way the water cascaded down your body.

“You don’t even realize it, do you, oppa?” she murmured under her breath, her voice barely audible over the sound of the shower. “How much I need you. How much I love you.”

Her heart raced as she stood there, completely captivated. Every little thing about you—your voice, your presence, the way you cared for her—drove her deeper into her obsession.

When she heard the water turn off, she quickly darted back to the bed, slipping under the covers and feigning sleep.

You stepped out of the bathroom, towel draped around your neck as you dried your hair. “Sullin, time to get up,” you called out, glancing at her still figure.

She stirred slowly, rubbing her eyes as though she’d just woken up. “Morning, oppa,” she mumbled, her voice sweet and innocent.

“Morning,” you replied, grabbing your clothes for the day. “You slept well, huh?”

She nodded, sitting up and stretching. “I always sleep well when I’m with you.”

Her words caught you off guard, and you hesitated for a moment before brushing it off. “You shouldn’t make a habit of that,” you said lightly. “You’ve got your own bed for a reason.”

“But I like being close to you,” she replied, her tone playful but with a hint of sincerity. “It makes me feel safe.”

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “Sullin, you can’t keep doing this. What if people found out? They’d think it’s… strange.”

Her smile faltered for a brief moment, but she quickly recovered. “Who cares what other people think? It’s not like they understand us, oppa.”

Her words left you uneasy, but you didn’t want to press the issue further. “Just… don’t make it a habit, okay?”

She tilted her head, studying you with an intensity that made your skin prickle. “Okay, oppa,” she said softly, though her tone carried a subtle edge of defiance.

As you turned away to finish getting ready, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted. Sullin’s actions, her words—they were starting to blur the lines of your relationship.

And deep down, you feared what might happen if things continued down this path.

The morning passed with relative ease. Sullin had been in high spirits, eagerly talking about her plans with Dahyun and Lynn for their trip to the central library. You couldn’t help but admire how animated she looked—her bright eyes, her infectious laugh. It was a side of her you hadn’t seen often enough.

When it was time, you pulled up in front of her school, where the trio was waiting. Sullin was the first to spot you, waving enthusiastically as she pulled her friends along.

“Oppa!” she called, opening the door and sliding into the passenger seat. Dahyun and Lynn followed, squeezing into the back.

“Thanks for taking us, oppa,” Sullin said, her voice laced with excitement.

“It’s no problem,” you replied, forcing a smile. “Ready for your library adventure?”

“Absolutely!” Dahyun chirped. “I’ve been wanting to check out their art book collection. They’re supposed to have some amazing ones.”

“And I heard they have a rare first edition of a poetry collection,” Lynn added softly, her tone dreamy.

As the girls chatted, your focus remained on the road, but you couldn’t ignore the occasional glance Sullin threw your way. She giggled softly every time your eyes met hers, her gaze lingering a little too long for comfort.

“What’s so funny?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Nothing,” she replied, stifling another giggle. “You just look cute when you’re focused.”

The comment made Dahyun and Lynn laugh, but you felt a strange pang in your chest. It wasn’t the teasing itself—Sullin had always been playful with you—but something about the way she said it felt… different.

You shook the thought away, reminding yourself that this was her moment to enjoy with her friends. The last thing you wanted was to ruin it by overthinking.

As you pulled up in front of the central library, the girls clambered out of the car, their excitement palpable.

“Alright, you three,” you said, leaning out the window. “Behave yourselves and stay together. Be wary of strangers, okay?”

“Got it, oppa,” Sullin said with a bright smile.

“Thanks for driving us,” Dahyun added, her tone cheerful.

“We’ll be careful,” Lynn said softly, bowing slightly.

The three of them waved as they headed toward the library entrance, their laughter echoing behind them.

You watched them disappear inside before pulling away, your mind wandering back to the strange feeling that had been gnawing at you all morning.

Why had your heart skipped a beat when Sullin had smiled at you in the car? Why did her giggle linger in your mind like a haunting melody?

You clenched the steering wheel, trying to push the thoughts away. This is wrong, you told yourself. She’s your sister. You’re just tired. That’s all.

Back at home, the silence felt both comforting and oppressive. You tried to distract yourself with chores and TV, but the memory of Sullin’s gaze kept creeping in.

Finally, exhaustion won out, and you decided to take a nap. The events of the previous night—Sullin curling up beside you, her restless movements—had left you more drained than you realized.

You lay down on the couch, closing your eyes. “Just a quick nap,” you muttered to yourself.

But sleep didn’t come easily. Your mind replayed moments you didn’t want to dwell on—Sullin’s smile, the way she clung to your arm, her soft voice calling you “oppa.” Your chest tightened, and your heart began to race.

“No,” you whispered to yourself, gripping the pillow. “Stop thinking about this.”

Eventually, the weight of fatigue pulled you under, and you drifted into a dreamless sleep.

When you woke, the sun was already starting to dip below the horizon. You checked the time and realized it was time to pick the girls up.

The drive back to the library was quiet, the hum of the car engine filling the empty space in your thoughts. You tried to focus on the road, but anticipation gnawed at you.

When you arrived, the three girls were waiting outside, their faces lighting up as you pulled up. Sullin opened the passenger door and climbed in, her smile as radiant as ever.

“Oppa!” she said cheerfully. “Did you miss us?”

“Of course,” you replied, keeping your tone light.

Dahyun and Lynn climbed into the backseat, both carrying small bags filled with books.

“Thank you for picking us up,” Lynn said politely.

“We had so much fun,” Dahyun added. “The library was amazing!”

As the car filled with their chatter, you felt a mix of relief and unease. Sullin seemed happy, which was all you wanted for her. But the strange, unshakable feeling in your chest reminded you that something wasn’t right.

And as you glanced at Sullin out of the corner of your eye, catching the way she was looking at you—her smile soft, her gaze warm—you couldn’t help but wonder if she felt it too.

The ride back home was filled with lighthearted chatter. Dahyun and Lynn shared stories about their favorite finds at the library, their voices brimming with excitement. Sullin, however, leaned back in her seat, her head tilted slightly toward you as she listened quietly, a serene smile on her lips.

When you pulled into the driveway, the three of them thanked you warmly. Dahyun and Lynn waved goodbye as they headed home, leaving you and Sullin standing by the front door.

“I’m so tired,” Sullin groaned dramatically as she kicked off her shoes. She trudged toward her room and flopped onto her bed, spreading her arms and legs like a starfish.

You leaned against the doorframe, chuckling at the sight. “Didn’t you just sit around reading books all day? How are you this exhausted?”

She pouted, her cheeks puffing up. “Oppa, reading is hard work! Especially when you’re explaining everything to your friends.”

“Oh, is that right?” you teased, stepping closer to ruffle her hair.

“Oppaaa!” she whined, swatting at your hand but making no real effort to stop you. Her cutesy tone made you laugh even more.

“Alright, alright,” you said, raising your hands in mock surrender. “Get some rest, okay? Goodnight, Sullin.”

“Goodnight,” she murmured, her voice soft as her eyes began to flutter shut.

Satisfied, you left her room and headed to yours. The day had been long, and despite the strange feelings swirling in your chest, you were utterly drained.

You slipped under the covers, sighing as the quiet of the house enveloped you. For a moment, everything felt still—peaceful.

But as you stared up at the ceiling, the silence began to grow heavy, almost oppressive. Memories of the day flashed through your mind: Sullin’s giggles in the car, the way her eyes lingered on you, the warmth of her smile.

Your heart thudded in your chest, an uncomfortable rhythm that refused to settle.

“It’s nothing,” you whispered to yourself. “You’re just overthinking.”

Yet, the more you tried to push the thoughts away, the stronger they came back. You rolled onto your side, burying your face in the pillow in frustration.

The night dragged on, and just as you were on the edge of sleep, a faint creak broke the silence.

Your eyes shot open. For a moment, you thought you’d imagined it. But then, there it was again—a soft, deliberate sound, like footsteps on the wooden floor.

Your breath hitched as you turned your head toward the door. It was open, just a crack, and through the sliver of space, you thought you saw a shadow shift.

“Sullin?” you called out, your voice low but steady.

There was no response.

Pushing yourself up, you hesitated before swinging your legs over the side of the bed. The house was dark, the faint glow of moonlight spilling through the windows.

You stepped toward the door, opening it fully. The hallway was empty, silent except for the faint hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen.

“Must’ve been the wind,” you muttered, though the explanation felt hollow.

Closing the door, you returned to bed, your unease lingering like a shadow in the corner of your mind.

And as you lay there, trying to calm your racing heart, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you weren’t alone.

“Brother?” Her voice was barely above a whisper, trembling with a mix of hesitation and something darker, something hungrier.

You didn’t respond. You couldn’t. Your body was still, your eyes closed, but your mind was racing. The sound of her footsteps, soft and deliberate, crept closer to your bed. The air felt heavier, thick with tension, as if the room itself was holding its breath.

She stopped just beside you, her presence looming even in the darkness. You could hear her shallow breathing, the faint rustle of her nightgown as she shifted her weight. And then, the unmistakable sound of your blanket being pulled back, the cool air hitting your skin.

Your heart pounded in your chest, but you kept your breathing steady, feigning sleep. You couldn’t let her know you were awake. Not yet.

Her fingers brushed against your waistband, and you felt your stomach clench. Slowly, carefully, she tugged at the fabric, pulling your pants down just enough to release your cock. The air was cool against your exposed skin, but the heat of her gaze was overwhelming.

“So perfect,” she murmured, her voice shaking with awe. You felt her breath, warm and unsteady, against your skin as she leaned in closer. Her hand wrapped around you, her touch tentative at first, then firmer, more deliberate.

You had to bite back a groan as she began to stroke you, her fingers exploring every inch of you. Her breath hitched, and you could hear the soft, desperate sounds she was making as she worked you in her hand.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this—about you.”

Her words sent a jolt through you, a mix of guilt and desire that made your head spin. You had always known there was something off about the way she looked at you, the way she clung to you. But you had never let yourself acknowledge it, never allowed yourself to think about what it might mean.

And now, here she was, her hand moving with a confidence that belied her inexperience, her breath hot against your skin as she leaned in even closer. You felt her lips brush against the tip of your cock, and you had to clench your fists to keep from giving yourself away.

“Please, brother,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Let me do this for you.”

And then, her lips parted, and she took you into her mouth.

The sensation was overwhelming, her warmth enveloping you, her tongue swirling around you as she experimented with different movements. She was inexperienced, her technique clumsy, but the sheer desperation in her actions made it impossible to resist.

You couldn’t help it—you let out a soft moan, your hips shifting slightly as you responded to her touch. She paused for a moment, her breath catching, and you could feel her heart racing as she realized you were awake.

But she didn’t stop. If anything, she seemed emboldened, her movements growing more confident as she worked you in her mouth. Her hand moved to the base of your cock, stroking you in time with the movements of her lips, her tongue swirling around the tip in a way that made your toes curl.

“Sullin,” you breathed, your voice barely audible. Her name slipped out before you could stop yourself, and she froze for a moment, her lips still wrapped around you.

Slowly, she pulled back, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she looked up at you. Her eyes were wide, filled with a mix of fear and longing, and her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment.

“You’re… awake,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

For a moment, neither of you said anything. The silence between you was deafening, the weight of what had just happened hanging in the air like a storm cloud.

And then, without warning, she leaned in again, her lips closing around you once more. This time, there was no hesitation, no uncertainty. Her movements were deliberate, her tongue swirling around you in slow, deliberate circles as she took you deeper into her mouth.

“Sullin, wait—” you started, but the words caught in your throat as she reached up, her fingers tangling in the sheets as she worked you with her lips and tongue.

You couldn’t stop yourself—your hips shifted, thrusting into her mouth as the sensations overwhelmed you. She didn’t pull away, didn’t stop. Instead, she let out a muffled moan, her eyes closing as she lost herself in the act.

The room was filled with the sounds of her efforts, the wet, messy sounds of her mouth working you, the soft, desperate noises she made as she pleasured you. Her cheeks hollowed as she took you deeper, her lips moving with a rhythm that made your head spin.

“Sullin,” you groaned her name lowly, a mix of guilt and ecstasy coursing through your veins. You’d always loved her, always cared for her, but this… this was something else entirely. Something forbidden, something dangerous._

And yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop her.

You groaned, your hands instinctively reaching for her as she pulled away from your cock, her lips wet and glistening in the moonlight. Sullin looked up at you, her eyes dark with desire, her breathing heavy.

“I… I can’t stop,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I need more.”

Before you could respond, she climbed onto the bed, straddling you. Her nightgown rode up, revealing her bare thighs as she positioned herself over your hard cock. You could feel the heat radiating from her, the way her body trembled with anticipation.

“Sullin,” you said, your voice strained. “This… this is wrong.”

“I don’t care,” she replied, her voice firm. “I’ve wanted this for so long, brother. I’ve dreamed about it, fantasized about it. I can’t hold back anymore.”

Her words sent a shiver down your spine, a mix of guilt and arousal flooding your veins. You wanted to stop her, to push her away, but your body betrayed you. Your hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as she lowered herself onto your cock.

She gasped as you entered her, her head tilting back as she sank down, taking every inch of you. You groaned, the sensation overwhelming, the warmth of her body enveloping you completely.

“You feel so good,” she moaned, her voice breathless. “I’ve always wondered… what it would feel like to have you inside me.”

Her hips began to move, slowly at first, as she adjusted to your size. You could feel her tightness, the way her muscles clenched around you, pulling you deeper with every thrust.

“Sullin,” you groaned, your hands tightening on her hips. “This… this can’t happen.”

“But it is happening,” she whispered, leaning forward so her lips were just inches from yours. “And you don’t want it to stop, do you?”

You hesitated, your mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. But then she moved again, her hips rolling against yours, and all thought fled your mind. All you could feel was her, the way she moved, the way she felt.

“Tell me you want me,” she begged, her voice soft yet demanding. “Tell me you’ve thought about this too.”

You looked up at her, your eyes meeting hers in the dim light. And in that moment, you couldn’t deny it any longer.

“I’ve thought about it,” you admitted, your voice rough with desire. “I’ve wanted you, Sullin. I’ve wanted this.”

A smile spread across her face, one of pure joy and triumph. “Then take me,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “Make me yours.”

Her words were like a spark, igniting something deep within you. Your hands moved from her hips to her ass, gripping her firmly as you thrust up into her. She cried out, her body arching as you filled her completely.

“Yes,” she moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure. “Just like that.”

Her hips moved faster, matching your rhythm as you fucked her. The sounds of your bodies colliding filled the room, the wet slap of skin on skin, her breathless gasps and moans.

“I’ve dreamed about this,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of your bodies moving together. “I’ve imagined you inside me, fucking me just like this.”

Her words sent a jolt of heat through you, your cock throbbing inside her. You couldn’t believe how good it felt, how right it felt, even though you knew it was wrong.

“I’ve imagined you pinning me down, taking me whenever you wanted,” she continued, her voice growing more desperate. “I’ve imagined you filling me with your cum, marking me as yours.”

“Sullin,” you groaned, your hips thrusting harder, faster. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“I do,” she insisted, her hands gripping your shoulders as she rode you. “I’ve wanted this for so long, brother. I’ve wanted you.”

Her words were like a drug, intoxicating and irresistible. You couldn’t stop yourself, your hands moving to her breasts, kneading them through the thin fabric of her nightgown. She moaned, her head falling back as you teased her nipples, her body moving faster, more desperate.

“I’m yours,” she gasped, her voice trembling with need. “I’ve always been yours.”

Her words pushed you over the edge, your cock throbbing as you felt your release building. You tried to hold it back, to prolong the moment, but she was too much, her body too perfect, her words too enticing.

“I’m going to cum,” you groaned, your hands gripping her hips as you thrust into her one last time.

She cried out, her body trembling as she came around you, her muscles clenching tight as she reached her own climax. You felt your release surge through you, your cock pulsing as you filled her with your cum.

For a moment, everything was still, the two of you locked together as the waves of pleasure washed over you. Then, slowly, she collapsed onto your chest, her body trembling as she tried to catch her breath.

You held her, your hands stroking her back as you both came down from the high. You knew this was wrong, that it shouldn’t have happened, but in that moment, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. All that mattered was her, the way she felt in your arms, the way she made you feel.

“Brother,” she whispered, her voice soft and filled with emotion. “I love you.”

You hesitated, your mind still reeling from what had just happened. But as you looked down at her, at the way she looked at you, you couldn’t deny the truth any longer.

“I love you too, Sullin,” you admitted, your voice rough with emotion. “I always have.”

She smiled, her eyes closing as she nuzzled against your chest. And for the first time, you let yourself believe that maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t wrong. Maybe this was exactly where you were meant to be.

But as you lay there, holding her in your arms, a small voice in the back of your mind whispered a warning. This can’t last. This can’t be real.

You pushed the thought aside, focusing instead on the way she felt in your arms, the way her body fit perfectly against yours. You didn’t know what the future held, but in that moment, you didn’t care. All that mattered was her.

“Brother,” she whispered again, her voice filled with desire. “I want more.”

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Sullin was still curled up against you, her breathing steady and warm against your chest. Your fingers absentmindedly traced patterns on her back, your mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Last night had been… something. Something you couldn’t quite put into words. It was intense, passionate, and undeniably wrong. Yet, it felt so right in the moment.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at you, a sleepy smile spreading across her face. “Morning,” she whispered, her voice husky with sleep.

“Morning,” you replied, your voice tight with unease. You couldn’t ignore the weight of what had happened. “Sullin, we… we need to talk.”

Her smile faltered, and she pushed herself up, her hair falling in messy waves around her face. “Talk about what?” she asked, though her tone suggested she already knew.

“About last night,” you said, sitting up and running a hand through your hair. “About… us. This can’t happen again. It’s… it’s not right.”

Her expression darkened, and she crossed her arms over her chest. “Not right? You didn’t seem to think it was wrong last night. You seemed pretty into it, actually.”

Your cheeks burned, and you looked away. “I know. I… I don’t know what came over me. But we’re siblings, Sullin. This isn’t… we can’t.”

She leaned closer, her eyes boring into yours. “Why not? If we both want it, why does it matter?”

“It matters,” you insisted, your voice rising slightly. “This isn’t just some fling. It’s… it’s incest, Sullin. People don’t… they don’t do this.”

“People don’t do a lot of things,” she shot back, her voice sharp. “But we did. And it felt good. Don’t pretend it didn’t.”

You clenched your fists, frustration bubbling up inside you. “Of course it felt good. That’s not the point. The point is, it’s wrong. We can’t keep doing this.”

She stared at you for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then, she sighed and leaned back against the headboard. “Fine,” she said, her voice dripping with resignation. “We’ll stop. If that’s what you want.”

Relief washed over you, but it was short-lived. There was something in her tone, something that made your stomach twist. “It’s not just about what I want,” you said carefully. “It’s about what’s right.”

She gave you a small, almost sad smile. “I know. But… I can’t promise I won’t want you again. I can’t promise I won’t need you.”

Her words sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt your resolve waver. “Sullin…”

“I mean it,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “You’re everything to me. I’ve always wanted you, and now that I’ve had you… I don’t think I can stop.”

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest. “We have to,” you said, though your voice lacked conviction. “For both of our sakes.”

She didn’t respond immediately, her gaze drifting to the window. The room fell into a heavy silence, the weight of her words hanging in the air like a storm cloud.

Finally, she spoke again, her voice soft but firm. “I’ll try. For you, I’ll try. But… don’t expect me to stop loving you. That’s something I can’t control.”

You reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “I’m not asking you to stop loving me. I’m just asking you to… to put some boundaries in place. For both of us.”

She leaned into your touch, her eyes closing for a brief moment. “Boundaries,” she repeated, as if testing the word on her tongue. “Alright. Boundaries.”

You nodded, though you couldn’t shake the feeling that this conversation wasn’t over. Not by a long shot. “Thank you,” you said quietly.

She opened her eyes, her gaze meeting yours once more. “But just so you know… if you ever change your mind, if you ever want me again… I’ll be here. Waiting.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and you pulled your hand away, the intensity in her eyes almost too much to bear. “Sullin…”

She smiled, a small, knowing smile that sent a jolt of heat straight to your core. “I mean it,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “I’ll always be here for you. No matter what.”

You swallowed hard, your mind racing. You wanted to believe that you could resist her, that you could stick to the boundaries you’d just set. But deep down, you knew it wouldn’t be that simple.

Because the truth was, you wanted her too. More than you cared to admit.

As if sensing your inner turmoil, Sullin leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear. “Think about it,” she whispered, her breath hot against your skin. “I know you want me just as much as I want you.”

Your body reacted instantly, a surge of desire coursing through you. You tried to push her away, but your hands seemed to have a mind of their own, gripping her hips instead.

“Sullin, we… we said we’d stop,” you said, your voice shaky.

She pulled back slightly, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “I know. But maybe… just one more time? For old times’ sake?”

You hesitated, your heart pounding in your chest. This was wrong. So, so wrong. But the way she was looking at you, the way her body pressed against yours… it was impossible to resist.

“Just… one more time,” you whispered, your resolve crumbling.

She smiled, a triumphant smile that made your stomach flip. “Good,” she said, her hands already moving to your waistband. “Because I’ve been thinking about this all morning.”

You didn’t have time to respond before she was pulling down your boxers, freeing your already hardening cock. She eyed it hungrily, licking her lips.

“So perfect,” she murmured, her voice filled with awe. “I love the way you feel in my hands.”

You let out a shaky breath, your mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. This was wrong. You knew it was wrong. But the way she was touching you, the way she was looking at you… it was impossible to care.

She leaned down, her lips brushing against the tip of your cock. “I’ve missed this,” she whispered, her voice sending shivers down your spine.

And then, without warning, she took you into her mouth, her lips wrapping around you in a way that made your toes curl.

“Sullin…” you groaned, your hands tangling in her hair.

She moaned around you, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through your body. Her tongue swirled around the tip, teasing you in all the right ways.

You tried to hold back, tried to keep things under control. But it was impossible. She was too good, too eager, and before you knew it, you were thrusting into her mouth, your hips moving of their own accord.

She didn’t seem to mind, her hands gripping your thighs as she took you deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate you.

“Fuck, Sullin…” you gasped, your fingers tightening in her hair. “You’re so good at this.”

She pulled back slightly, looking up at you with hooded eyes. “Do you like it?” she asked, her voice dripping with innocence.

“Yes,” you breathed, your hips thrusting upward again. “I love it.”

She smiled, a mischievous smile that made your heart race. “Good,” she said, before diving back down, taking you to the hilt.

You couldn’t hold back any longer, the pleasure building inside you until it was almost too much. “Sullin, I’m… I’m gonna come…”

She didn’t stop, her mouth working you over with a relentless intensity that drove you over the edge.

With a low groan, you came, your release spilling into her mouth. She moaned around you, swallowing every last drop.

As you came down from your high, she pulled back, a satisfied smirk on her face. “I told you,” she said, her voice thick with desire. “I can’t stop wanting you.”

[ynnova]

( TV LIGHTS ) hongjoong x ninth member!f!reader ✶ pre-poly!ateez

──── hongjoong arrives back at the dorm in the early hours of the morning; however, when he assumes that he's the only one awake, your figure on the couch tells him otherwise.

2019 ୨୧ word count : 1.9k ୨୧ warnings : nightmares, hints of overworking, mentions of yn and wooyoung sharing clothes ୨୧ mdni

when hongjoong walked through the door of the ateez dorm, he was trying his best to be quiet. to be mindful of the eight sleeping bodies that were also in the dorm. however, that attempt at being quiet was thrown out the window when he stubbed his toe while attempting to take his shoe off before tripping over someone else's shoe.

hongjoong only huffed in annoyance before his member's shoe. he made a mental note to have a talk with everyone later about properly putting their shoes away.

with the shoe obstacle out of the way, hongjoong made his way through the dorm; once again attempting to be quiet as he sets his stuff down on the kitchen table. when he turns around that's where he notices your figure sitting curled up on the couch. that's also when he notices the light of the tv flickering in the otherwise dark living room.

the two of you make eye contact before you look away and back to the tv which is airing a rerun from an older variety show.

"oh, hey y/n, why are you still up?" he asks, voice hushed as to be mindful of the quietness of the dorm.

"couldn't sleep," is all you said in reply and hongjoong nods his head before he looks over you, taking in your appearance. you're wearing a hoodie that he recognizes as wooyoung's and he remembers the younger male mentioning how you and him have been sharing clothes recently, especially hoodies. your fuzzy blue house socks also stand out against the lights of the tv, almost sparkling in a way that he didn't realize your socks could before.

and then his eyes travel up to your face, taking in your tired expression as you watch tv. hongjoong feels his throat go dry the longer he watches you and takes you in. he can tell you're tense, and he wants to ask but just doesn't know how.

"you know, oppa... you shouldn't overwork yourself so hard," you say quietly, almost too quietly that hongjoong almost didn't catch what you said.

"i can't help it, i need to make songs that will help the group do well. i can't let you all down," he says suddenly confessing the thoughts that have been on his mind for almost a year now.

"you couldn't let us down even if you tried," you tell him, adjusting yourself so you can fully look at him and not the tv. "you're doing an amazing job, captain."

hongjoong can't help but laugh at you calling him captain and not leader. "you're the captain of ateez, the only place you can lead us is up."

hongjoong feels something flip in his stomach as he walks over and sits down next to you on the couch. he's close enough to where you can place your hand on his arm, but not too close. he doesn't think he could really handle being any closer. for his well-being.

"i'm glad you trust me, y/n. thank you, it means a lot," he tells you and you smile in return to his words. "now..." he starts to say, looking at you softly as he lays his hand over your own. "why are you up so late? you don't usually come out here when you can't sleep." hongjoong doesn't want to directly accuse you of lying, but he knows you aren't telling him the whole truth on why you are up at this hour.

"you'll think its stupid," you tell him, but hongjoong shakes his head your words.

"never, not when it comes to you." he says unaware of how his words made the both of your hearts flutter. "are you okay? i've noticed you've been distracted lately at practice, is one of the staff bothering you?"

"no! that's not it, i... i just, lately i've been having... nightmares and i haven't been able to sleep because of them. i've been stressed out because of it," you confess, looking away from hongjoong's face and back to the tv and the flashing images of the variety show. man you really hate this show, glad they ended it.

"nightmares? what are they about?"

you hesitate remembering how the involve hongjoong and the other members and– you can't tell him your nightmares are about them rejecting you and then your dreams all come crashing down because you fell in love with all eight of your bandmates. "i don't want to talk about it," you tell him, no you weren't fully ready to unpack your feelings for him and the others at this time.

"that's okay," he says, rubbing your arm overtop your hoodie sleeve. "but if you ever do... i'm here for you."

"thanks, oppa," you tell him and hongjoong smiles at you before opening his arms just wide enough to offer you a hug. you hope he can't feel your heart pounding in your chest when you accept his hug.

when hongjoong pulls away, he moves to stand up from the couch, "i'm going to go change and so when i get back we can watch something until you're ready to go to bed." he leaves you with no time to argue as he's already picking his bag up and making his way down the hallway. you take this moment to find something else to watch, a rerun of a drama that you actually like before you're getting comfortable.

when hongjoong returns, he makes sure to cover you with a blanket and you thank him when he sits down next to you with his own blanket. "this drama? how convenient that they are showing reruns for it," hongjoong says with a laugh as he moves lay down on the couch and he silently urges you to do the same. the both of you now taking up both sides of the long couch. your heads next to your other and every time he moves, you can feel his hair brushing against yours.

it felt weird yet comforting at the same time. you felt more relaxed knowing that hongjoong was here with you. it didn't take long before you finally fell back asleep.

the next morning, hongjoong was awoken by the sounds of his members walking around and talking from between the hallways and kitchen. he sits up with a groan, mind still in the sleep fog as he looks to see seonghwa and wooyoung in the kitchen, fussing over something.

he then looks over to see you still asleep, the blanket he gave you last night... this morning, still wrapped around you tightly. hongjoong thinks you look peaceful like this, no stress on your face and he's happy you were able to go to sleep (and stay asleep). when he moves to stand up, being mindful not to wake you, that's when wooyoung and seonghwa notice their captain is now awake.

"morning, hyung!" wooyoung says a little too loudly before both older members shush him.

"y/nnie is still asleep," seonghwa scolds the second youngest, face drawn into a frown as he does so. the eldest of ateez lets out a sigh before turning to hongjoong, "so, want to explain why you and y/n were asleep on the couch and not in your beds?"

"nothing to explain," hongjoong begins going up to get him something to drink, "i got home late and when i did she was on the couch watching tv. y/n told me she couldn't sleep and so i stayed out here with her so she wasn't alone."

"why couldn't she sleep?" seonghwa asks, hongjoong notices the concerned tone in seonghwa's voice but doesn't think too hard on it. "is she alright?"

"she said she's been having nightmares recently, she wouldn't expand on it and i didn't want to force her," hongjoong says and seonghwa nods at the information.

"nightmares?" both hongjoong and seonghwa turn to look at wooyoung, who can't hide his concern for his member. hongjoong can't blame wooyoung for being worried, the two of you have a close friendship that even hongjoong himself is a little envious about. "she didn't mention that to me."

"she probably didn't want to worry you, woo," hongjoong tells the dancer who only nods. hongjoong is about to say something else when he stops himself as he watches wooyoung perk up before dashing past him and into the living room where you are.

"good morning, y/nnie!" wooyoung says before wrapping his arms around you in a hug. hongjoong can hear you let out a whine as he watches you shrug wooyoung off of you. a frown on your lips for being disturbed first thing after waking up.

"so loud, wooyoung, give me a second," you tell him, a frown on your lips and a glare in yours eyes, but wooyoung ignores the otherwise death glare in order to laugh and smile at you.

however, before wooyoung can do anything else, seonghwa's voice sounds throughout the room, "yah! jung wooyoung, give her a minute, she just woke up!" and there the eldest goes past hongjoong and into the living room. pulling the second youngest member up by the back of his shirt and away from you, which gives you the chance to get up and run away.

hongjoong can't help the smile that appears on his lips as he watches you dart by him and down the hallway. before you could completely get away; however, he watches as you crush into yunho who catches you from falling. the leader feels his smile disappear and his stomach twist as he watches you shyly thank the taller member who returns your shy gesture with an equally as shy laugh.

yunho gives both of your shoulders a squeeze before you're continuing down the hallways and to your room you share with wooyoung and yeosang. yunho comes into the kitchen, greeting hongjoong with a good morning before he's taking in seonghwa and wooyoung arguing still in the living room.

"i hope the rest of the day isn't as exciting as this morning is turning out to be," yunho jokes with a laugh as he joins hongjoong in the kitchen.

and hongjoong honestly couldn't agree more with him.

bonus scene :

you were quick to close the door behind you, letting out a deep breath as you slide down against the door in order to lean against it. your eyes darted across the room where you made eye contact with yeosang who raised his eyebrow at you.

"hey, i noticed your weren't in bed this morning. you good?" yeosang asks, his eyes following you as you stand up and make your way to his bed where you join him. even going as far as pulling the covers over you. yeosang lifted the cover up in order to join you, the two of you now facing each other. "did you have another nightmare?"

"yeah," you answer, eyes darting away from his concerned ones and to your hands.

"you could have laid with me, i wouldn't have cared."

"i didn't want to disturb you, sangie," you tell him as you watch yeosang's hands come and overtake your own.

"did you finally manage to confess to hongjoong?" you looked at yeosang with a shocked look, complete bewilderment overtaking your features as you stare at the handsome male. yeosang looks at you with a semi-serious face before he's quickly bursting out in laughter. "i'm just teasing, don't look shocked."

"you're so annoying," you huff out before you're turning away from your roommate and pulling his comforter fully off and away from him. fully becoming a blanket burrito.

"but that's why you love me," he says, letting out a small laugh as he gently pats your burrito form. yeah, unfortunately that's why i love you, you think.

note: if you couldn't tell this is before the relationship between you and members came to happen. i will eventually do a mini-series on how you all got together but for now please enjoy the moments before and after you all get together! thank you for reading and i hope you enjoyed it!

[citrustan]

hi, drabble request! hope this reaches you too 💌

yoongi & reader domestic fluff spice 🫣

hii thanks for this! i'm kinda rusty so i'm assuming domestic is when they're in a relationship and share a home (?)

this is not an original scenario, i simply can't remember where i first saw/read this or something similar. i know 'himym' introduced the 'olive theory' so let's just say this is based on that!

mushroom theory (myg)

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: fluff, boyfriend!yoongi x girlfriend!reader, smut but not all the way. + i picture yoongi to be older than the reader.

warnings: some tit stuff bec if you haven't already realised by now, i love boob, yoongi gropes reader, some grinding and finger stuff, spit, one mention of pee (nothing happens.) boyfriend loves being called oppa. < i might've overdone that 🤐

You barge into your home, pushing Yoongi out of the way, "I can't believe I didn't know you liked mushrooms. Why did you let me eat them every time?"

Yoongi follows you in and shrugs, "I thought you liked them."

Flabbergasted, you almost screech, "I hate mushrooms! They're.... fungus and gross and I can't believe you made me eat them all these months."

How is he so nonchalant about it?

You step out of your heels and balance yourself on each foot, one at a time, as you pull your socks off of them.

Yoongi wants to laugh but he knows this is serious for you, "I don't know what to say, babe, you never asked."

"Because I thought," you emphasise on your subjects, "I was doing you a favour."

"By eating every mushroom you see?" Yoongi finally grins.

Abruptly turning, you chuck a sock at him (which he dodges swiftly) and frown, "You're laughing. I stuff myself, FOR YOU, with the only food I hate and you're laughing."

Slowly making his way over to you, Yoongi sighs, "It's not that serious, _____. You never have to eat one again, ever."

Unwilling to let it go, you interrogate him, "Riddle me this; why did you push all those mushrooms to the side on our first date? You picked every single one out."

He walks past you to the couch, where your other sock lay. "I was saving them for the end."

"But you let me eat them," your brows scrunch in confusion, "Why didn't you stop me?"

He beacons you over with a 'come closer' motion of his finger.

Yoongi pulls the oversized sweater over your head. "Well, you put them all in your mouth before I could stop you. Sorry. I thought you'd hurt me if I said anything."

You swat him with your sleeve, "I just didn't want to condone food wastage."

The rant is endless. "I mean, I've never seen you serve yourself mushrooms either! Your friends are evil too. They waited all this time to tell me you loved mushrooms. You people just watched on as I suffered."

"_____, we're going in circles." With his finger, Yoongi directed you to turn around and you happily comply.

You exasperate, "Sorry! I just can't believe I could've gone all those months without secretly gagging during every meal."

Yoongi presses himself against your back enveloping you in a hug, and suggests, "Why don't we make a list of the foods we like and dislike?"

Leaning back into him, you slur, "Maybe..."

More like sulk.

Yoongi drags his large hands up and down your arms and across your collarbone, leaving a trail of goosebumps in pursuit.

When he feels you lax, Yoongi sneakily inches under your white cotton camisole, prodding at and caressing your underboob, enjoying the softness of your skin.

You lock your arms down so he wouldn't pull away easily.

His fingers work their way towards your perked nipples. You help him out a little and pull the flimsy neckline of your top lower to free your breasts.

He wets the pads of his fingers with his tongue and skillfully circles them all over your areola, avoiding your nipples.

You fidget a little as Yoongi teases you, holding off on *actual* foreplay.

"Stop moving, _____." Yoongi scolds.

You squirm more, grinding back against his crotch, letting out small moans of frustration and pleasure.

Indirectly, you motivate him to continue messing with you. He gets off on your bratty yet submissive demeanour.

"Oppa, please..." you whine, "I'm gonna cry..."

Yoongi nearly laughs at how eager you were.

Not wanting to torture you any longer, he spins you around to face him and dives in, tonguing your nipples. At first, he uses his hands to squeeze your tits together, giving him access to both nipples at once. He wets both your nipples, lickng and sucking on them.

"Oppa! More! Please!" You squeal a few incoherent words along the lines of 'harder' 'yes' and 'more'.

You grab onto his almost shoulder-length hair and push your chest harder against his mouth.

One of his giant hands is now wrapped around your lower back to support your wobbly-self, and the other is busied with rubbing, pressing on and gently pinching your free nipple while the other is caught in his mouth.

The cool air attacks your nipples, hardening them even more, each time he pulls them out of his warm, and wet mouth. It's never-ending.

Yoongi kisses, licks and sucks on your nipples as his hands travel down to grope your ass. You desperately grind your aching pussy on him.

You're seeing stars at this point.

Catching on to it, Yoongi spins you around yet again, making your back face him.

It's an everyday thing for the two of you. Your boyfriend was obsessed with your breasts.

Almost every night, after Yoongi's back home from a tiring day at work, he demands to make out with your tits and you've never skipped out on that opportunity.

Sometimes it even helps you sleep better after he's done suckling and slobbering all over your chest. (Or maybe it's the orgasm that helps.)

You begin to sway, with your back still pressed against Yoongi's front, to imaginary music as he struggles to undo your skirt.

Playfully, you condescend, "Does oppa need help taking a teensy skirt off?"

Yoongi looks taken aback. Scoffing, he roughly lifts your skirt, pulling it up higher and revealing your painfully regular, unsexy, washed-out blue cotton panties. You gasp mischievously, "Oppa, be gentle!"

Wasting no time, he grabs you by the waist and drags you to his recliner chair, walking backwards. You pout, feigning offense, "Oppa, you're so harsh..."

Yoongi scoffs in amusement and plops on the comfortable chair, pulling you down on his lap. You squeak an apology when your back harshly smacks into his face (although by no fault of yours.)

Yoongi groans and pulls your knees apart, elevating and pulling them back towards your heads, exposing your still clothed centre.

Yoongi wishes he had a mirror in front of the two of you so he could watch your expressions as he teases you. Maybe he'd bribe you to tag along to IKEA with him the very next day.

You're dripping through your panties, halfway to an orgasm. All because of Yoongi's mouth on your tits. It's only a little humiliating.

Your breathing stabilizes as Yoongi gives you time to steady yourself.

That doesn't last too long after Yoongi's finger traces your sensitive, puffy lips. You jerk and shiver involuntarily, but he holds you in place. The shielded, tiny bundle of nerves yearning to be played with makes you clench around nothing.

Yoongi stuffs his hand inside your panties and begins palming your pussy, getting your essence all over his palm. Your head instantly lolls back as you thank him profusely.

Yoongi groans, his fingers instantly finding your clit, "Fuck... _____, you're so wet. Didn't even have to use my spit. So fucking slippery already..." His throaty tone making you hornier by the second, you moan in delight, "Mm! Oppa... please don't stop..."

Yoongi feels like a pervert getting off on being called 'oppa' by you as he continues teasing your clit, lightly drawing circles on the hood.

"Oppa, please I need your cock in me. Want you to creampie me..."

A little surprised, he scoffs, "What a desperate slut."

You moan (whine) in agreement.

He's unbelievably hard but he won't give in just yet. He kisses the back of your shoulder instead.

Yoongi's middle and ring fingers tease your tight, wet entrance while he thumbs your clit (a little harder this time.)

"Show me your hands." Yoongi's demand confuses your already-dazed self but you comply, lifting both your open palms up close to your faces.

With his free hand, one at a time, Yoongi pulls your hands to his mouth and licks your fingers, "Play with your tits."

You obey and begin tenderly squeezing your breasts, feeling all around and over your areola, rubbing Yoongi's spit on them while gradually building up to toying with your perked nipples.

Never taking his thumb off your clit, he speeds up, now drawing tight circles on your ultra sensitive sweet spot. Your legs spread themselves wider and your fingers seem to have a mind of their own as they mindlessly pinch and soothe your sensitive nubs.

You're unapologetically leaking on Yoongi's very expensive trousers. He doesn't mind though. Yoongi wouldn't mind even if you peed on him. HIS words, not yours.

"Yoongi. Oh, Yoon- Yoonie..." Your whines and moans get breathier and (variations of) his name frequents your tongue as you begin to squirm harder in his lap.

Torturous, his digits continue their assault on your puffy little cunt.

Still barely penetrating you with two of his fingers, Yoongi presses his thumb down harder on your clit flicking it side to side, earning high-pitched cries from you.

Your breathing quickens and your hips lift involuntarily. Your orgasm's so close you can smell it. As can your boyfriend.

Yoongi's face twists in pleasure, watching only his fingers pull these reactions out of you.

"Please, faster, Yoonie... I'll be so good for you, oppa." Letting go off your breasts, you grip the arm of the recliner and your boyfriend's too. You begin grinding down on Yoongi's stiff cock, still hidden in his pants, as you near your climax.

Your somewhat coherent moans turn into nonsensical cries and babbles as Yoongi rubs your pussy faster every second.

The back of your head slams into Yoongi's shoulder. Taking advantage of the change in your posture, he leans in to kiss you, muffling your borderline screams, still playing with your clit.

"Mmmffhp...!!" A specific, very intentional, graze of Yoongi's finger on your other, tight hole sends you through the roof.

Yoongi vocalises in content and satisfaction as you begin to writhe uncontrollably on his lap as your orgasm takes over your entire body.

He palms your pussy to distribute the pressure and help you avoid overstimulation.

You force your tongue into his mouth and suck on his own as he brings you back down on Earth.

The muscles of your lips hurt from kissing so hard.

Reluctantly, Yoongi's the one who pulls away first.

He draws your legs shut and lays you across his lap, as well as the chair could accommodate it, supporting your upper back and head with his arms.

Yoongi smiles and watches your tummy move up and down as you breathe, thinking you'd be falling into slumber anytime now.

After lying motionless for another few minutes, your eyes open and focus on the fond expression on your boyfriend's face.

Your smile comes naturally as you decide to straddle him. All things innocent, of course.

Six months ago, Yoongi most likely wouldn't have known you. If he had somehow noticed you, he probably only knew you as just another girl from his friend's workplace who invited herself to every one of their group hangouts to stare at Yoongi. Not that he ever complained. But now, you're one of, if not the most important people in his life without whom he'd be incomplete.

As cheesy as it sounds, he can't rephrase it. You complete him. You're 'it' for him.

Resting your cheek on top of Yoongi's head, you sigh dreamily, "Thank you."

"Mm." Yoongi simply vocalised in response and held you in an embrace, planting innocent kisses across your breasts.

A peaceful moment passes. Then you gasp in realisation, "Oppa!" You cheer, "We have the whole 'olive theory' thing going!"

Yoongi pulls away to look up at you. The red 'afterglow' tinge on Yoongi's face darkens just a little, thoroughly endeared by your usage of the affectionate term. Almost to the point where he nearly misses everything it was followed by.

He catches himself, "We do?"

"It's this theory that tests how compatible a couple is." You explain, "If one likes olives and the other doesn't, they'd be the perfect match!"

Ah.

"So you're saying we're a perfect match?" Yoongi smirks, feeling smug.

You blink down at him, "Wouldn't you agree?"

"I would." He nods, "I love you."

Placing a chaste kiss on Yoongi's lips, you smile, "Good." It's sort of an unspoken 'I love you too'.

note: im sooo sorry it took so long! this was like one of the first requests i received so thanks again!

i'm still learning to write smut ok be nicE

this is unedited too 🫣 srry

[ducklingpia]

⋆˙⟡ 𝐌𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞 & 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛’𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 🍎⋆˙⟡

ℋℯ𝓁𝓁ℴ 𝒟𝒶𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔⟡ ݁₊ . (Charlotte Tilbury's voice) After I read all of his content, I have been thinking about this man the concerning amount at this rate. So instead of letting them float around and occupy my rotting brain to the point of insanity,I decided to write this full summary of Caleb’s story in chronological order. Main reason is to put all my thoughts out of my brain and let them rest. But also- for the people who don’t have all of his cards I hope this can help you understand him a little bit better.

Words count: 16k (This is like a whole damn fic I’M SO SORRY)

Notes: I’m giving credit to @slimepuparibaba because I’ll be following their present & alternate timeline based on this post. Thank you so much for the guideline.

Warning: spoilers of all caleb’s content in game so far (Main story,anecdote, tender moments, secret times, Standard myth memory, Standard 5 stars card memories,Limited 5 stars memory, Affinity phone calls and messages ) although I’ll try to be as vague as possible and focus on my interpretations more than the details in each content.

I will separate his storyline into 3 sections : Past timeline, Current Timeline, Alternate/future Timeline 

Let's go ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

── .✦ 𝑷𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆

Content featured: Some flashbacks in main story, Standard Myth, 4 star cards Tender moments (Borrowed Promise,Summer’s Echo, Longtime Yesterday, Stage Observer, Skyline, Verified Rumors), Anecdote (Pathless realm),Bond memory (Rain’s Embrace), Secret Times(Solace)

─ .✦ So here’s the thing, please correct me if i’m wrong but from my understanding - Only the events that happen in Main-story, World underneath, Anecdotes, and maybe bond memories are considered ‘main timeline’ meaning whoever you chose to romance, these events are still happening in your universe. Usually we consider the 4 star/ 5 star memories to be an alternate timeline for each guy, right?

but for Caleb it’s a different story. all of his 4 star cards that will be mentioned in this section were happening in the past. all of them have “old days:_____” written on them.

What does it mean is that - these events are not an alternate timeline. All these memories will still be happening no matter whether you choose to romance Caleb or not.

whoever your Li is, you still grow up with Caleb and experience these memories the same way. These memories had shaped MC to be the woman she grew up to be at the current timeline. If we keep this in mind then we will see their dynamic in a deeper perspective.

Flashbacks from childhood

─ .✦ Let's start with his villain's origin story. There are several flashbacks about mc’s relationship with Caleb throughout a lot of the content. I can’t remember in specific details which information came from which content. but here are what I can randomly gathered so far

Caleb also was an experiment test subject from the same lab as MC. We don't know since when but from his anecdote we know that he has been experimenting on up until 9- 10 years old

He possessed an ability to use his Evol from a young age. It has been hinted that he’ll become a force comparable to a black hole given time. Not even light could escape it.

I’m not sure when the first time the 2 of them met. Could it be in the lap? could it be after the First Wanderer attack? could they meet after grandma adopted them? . One thing for sure is that Caleb fell in love with MC the moment she held his hand for the first time. He immediately positioned himself in a role of “older brother” (Gege,Nii-chan, Oppa) in order to protect & take care of his new found-Family. They grow up together under the same roof.

It has been said that MC lost a lot of her memories during childhood. she went into a deep ‘fever’ and kinda reset herself every time she came back to normal. She forgot the time she met Rafayel at the beach, she forgot Caleb as well.

This probably happened several times - and every time she forgot about him, Caleb will introduces himself the same way “I’m your (gege,Nii-chan,Oppa) I’ll always be by your side”

Both went through the same traumatic event. What makes Caleb different from MC is - He does not forget. He remembers the time he has been in the lab. I strongly believe this has an effect on him psychologically when he grows up.

there’re also multiple call-back in small details that Caleb has been taking care of her all the time growing up. He himself probably formed his own identity as somebody who always be MC’s protector.

4 star card Tender moments: Borrowed Promise

─ .✦ This is the first time- skip we see MC and Caleb. The memory happened in her high school days. It’s a random summer day where Caleb dragged MC out to the park. The very first thing that I can see so clearly in this card is - He spoiled her ROTTEN. And he does it so naturally, like breathing. The amount of care & attentiveness that he has for her lowkey gives me whiplash since I just finished the main story the day before. This is the old version Caleb that grew up with MC- the one she always relied on. in here it already shows a hint of romantic feeling Caleb has for her when she talks about her “friend”

Another thing is, if we take a second to think about it. Caleb in this card was probably in high school as well. and to think a boy at  this age acting like him is something so unusual. Made me kinda wonder how much he has to grow up so fast and be such a responsible ‘brother’ figure for her without having his own childhood.

4 star card Tender moments: Summer’s Echo

─.✦ Another fluffy card that shows more of Caleb’s softer side. He’s already in college here. Again, we can see HOW MUCH he spoiled her. every little thing that he does for her so naturally.He’s dotting on her to the max, MC seems to be used to it tho. It also mentions how Caleb fulfilled MC’s every wish and desire growing up. whatever she wants he will get it for her

Anecdote (Pathless Realm)

─.✦ The Anecdote shows his time when he was a pilot student in college at Skyheaven. We have a glimpse of Caleb’s other side. We also get to know more about the reason why he became a pilot (spoiler alert: MC) .

There are few important points that I wanna yap about in this one

1. his low-scored psychological test, one of his answers in the test

2. when he went to that test where he flew into the deep space tunnel and flew out of the designated path. Not sure if he did that on purpose? Maybe it was an accident

There's an underlying issue here, Caleb seems to have lost the fear of death. It’s like he’s numb to it. For a human to lack this instinct which is the most important fear we should have for survival. He lost it a long time ago. Do you realize how much he had to go through in his childhood to no longer feel afraid of death? 

At his very last moment before he lost consciousness in the deepspace tunnel - going back to MC is the only reason for him to stay alive and survive that incident.

Bond memory (Rain’s Embrace)

─.✦ On this one we see more of his ✨Yandere ✨ side peeking through a bit. MC was already in college. I think from this moment MC starts to grow more onto her own self and starts to seek her own independence

There’s a guilt in him where he accidentally locked MC up in the attic all night when they were kids. He probably thought that MC forgot about it but she doesn’t. He probably felt so bad about it that he was the reason that made MC cry. He also swore to never lock her up again (well….)

Caleb also accepts in here that it’s not MC who’s not capable enough to protect herself, it’s him who’s not ready to accept that he’s not needed anymore + seeing that MC is still scared of loud thunder and covered in fear in his arms. Caleb asks to be the one to ‘protect’ her one last time from the storms.

4 star card Tender moments: Longtime yesterday

─.✦ This memory happened at MC last summer break before her graduation. Caleb took her to visit his former teacher from the Aerospace Academy. More moments of Caleb taking care of MC like a princess here (why can’t this be meee 😩). And more obvious hints of his feelings for MC. The way he uses her belonging as an excuse to keep other girls away from him is so 🤌🏻

4 star card Tender moments: Stage Observer

─.✦ Ok so this memory finally affirms my sus. Both of them obviously have an underlying romantic feeling for each other at this point dude. Can’t deny it. MC found a cute ass letter in Caleb’s dorm and went 58 steps to make him tell her who the girl is. The way MC reacts to Caleb potentially having a girlfriend is nowhere near platonic. She also kisses his cheek in front of the whole ceremony (poor dude was short-circuiting for a whole minute).

His graduation speech was basically a proposal to MC. Caleb is giving MC a little more hint with what he feels about her. But at this point both of them are still scared to cross the line.

4 star card Tender moments: Skyline

─.✦ MC went to Caleb’s workplace in Skyhaven before her hunter qualification exam. He shows her around, taking her to see different airplanes. They reminisce about when they were kids, when Caleb took her to watch the Airplane for the first time. The fact that he remembers every detail about that day made me wanna cry bro.

Another card where Caleb lowkey confesses to MC.When MC told him that she wanna be his ‘childhood friend’ in the next life He legit told her  ‘What if I don’t wanna be your childhood friend anymore?’

With the EN localization I’m pretty sure we can just replace ‘the childhood friend’ to ‘gege/nii-chan/oppa’. so basically he asked her ‘What if I don’t wanna be just your gege anymore?’ what if I wanna be more than that?.

Although he tryna make it more lighthearted by saying he wanna be a seagull instead. MC’s response after this is really obvious that she knows.

Secret times (Solace)

─.✦ In my opinion this Secret time is happening in the past. there’re a lot of contexts in the dialect hinting that they were still living together. It’s basically a period ASMR that every Li has. Again, The way he took care of her & coddled her is making me so freaking emotional. 

4 star card Dynamic Date: Verified Rumors

─.✦ This card is not available yet since it’s the reward from 10 days with you log-in event. But judging from the artwork I assumed that this memory is from the past timeline.

── .✦ 𝑪𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆

Content featured: Main story (Under Deepspace Chapter 4, Homecoming Wings), 5 star standard memories (Endless Summer, Exclusive Aftertaste), Standard Myth (Lucid Dream)

Main Story (Under Deepspace Chp.4)

─.✦ well, the kaboom chapter. many ppls speculated that Caleb knew about the explosion all along. I personally disagree. I think he’s just the victim like grandma & MC

Most of us players met Caleb the first time in this chapter so we might not feel the effect it has on MC much. But if you go back and experience all the content I listed above then come back to this chapter again, it really hits different….

Main Story (Homecoming Wings)

─.✦ Well, so many things happen and hit all of us like a truck in these 2 chapters. Let's hold each-others hands and recap some important information for a bit shall we?

Caleb got saved from the explosion, I assumed it was by that same professor that adopted Kevi.

It implied that he lost his arm from the explosion. They replaced his arm with a mechanical arm and put that zombie chip into his body as ‘the price’ for him being brought back to life

He created a new identity by being a colonel from the farspace fleet. Doing some kind of secret mission that involved putting a zombie chip onto everybody in the fleet.

The whole purpose of that Processor however, is still unclear. whether he wants to create a ‘perfect’ weapon or wants to help EVER do something. all of them seem to involve using MC’s Aether core power

I guess that somewhere along the way, Caleb found out about this. So he has no choice but to play both sides. There’s no way he’ll let these people touch the love of his life. But he also has to do what these people told him to, otherwise they will throw him away and ‘abandon’ him like what he said to us. in order to protect her he needs this power.

The problem is that- MC suddenly comes back to his life. now at the worst time possible. I think with all the traumas he had gone through so far+ the effect of the zombie chip, his behavior starts to change.

All crazy stuff happened and then MC found out all the things that he’s done behind her back. MC kinda realizes that this is not Caleb she used to know anymore.

They part ways not on a good term. There is some bitterness lingering between them. At this point, MC (player) has to decide whether she will continue to rebuild the relationship with the most important person in her life or move on from him.

5 Star card: Endless Summer

─.✦ From now on, starting with this memory, some people might consider this card to be an alternate reality if you chose to romance Caleb. But since the story is still pretty much about their reunion and they’re really awkward (although it’s so obvious what Caleb feels about MC) with each other. I will still count this as a main timeline event. In this card you can see Caleb being unsure if he should come back into her life. MC also feels some resentment for him after 2 weeks have passed in the main story. His Yearning for her is so strong in the kindle scene tho. the sadness, the hurt, the longing. Sooo yummy 🤤

5 Star card: Exclusive Aftertaste

─.✦ Another episode of their reunion arc. Caleb takes a visit to Linkon and MC sees him. Again in this one you can consider it as an alternate timeline already since some of their interaction starts to become a little bit romance-forward.

Caleb is still unsure about his place in MC’s life. MC is also unsure whether to let him back in fully.

At the end she gave him her apartment’s key and told him to visit her anytime he wanted to.

5 Star pair cards: Standard Myth (Lucid dream)

─.✦ This is so important. The myth story explains further about Caleb’s motive at his current position in the main timeline. It explores deeper into his lore and his back story with MC back when they were kids. MC received a special mission with the farspace fleet and went back to Skyheaven. Their relationship is a lot better here. But when we remember that this is still Love and depression myth. it gets dark and freaking sad real quick. I cried when I finish this Myth ngl

one thing I realize after reading this myth tho. MC. IS. CRAZY. ok? Sometimes we players kinda forgot that this girlie pop is lowkey sick in the head. what she did to herself in this myth is beyond me. Anyway we got more information about that damn zombie chip and reasons why Caleb didn’t really get affected by it like other dudes in the fleet (it’s the power of love everyone….I’m kidding)

We also got the first kiss mentioned in the story… yeah, they kissed already.Not directly on the lips but still…  but the situation and the whole context of it were so damn depressing. At the end both of them silently agreed to forget about it.

── .✦ 𝑭𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆/𝑨𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆

Content featured: 5 star standard memories (Hidden Waves), 5 star limited memory (Painful Signal),4 star card Tender moments (Longtime Moments), Linkon New Year event Chapters, 4 star card dynamic date (Intertwined gold)

─.✦ From this part forward we are in the alternate / future timeline with Caleb - all of these will happen if you choose to romance him.

5 star card: Hidden Waves

─.✦ hands down my favorite 5 star card of Caleb. This happens after the event in his Myth story. MC visited skyhaven to see him and they had an argument. Caleb got sick & MC butting heads with him to let her take care of him. Caleb is being overprotective as usual & MC being stubborn as usual. they match each other’s freak tbh. after reading what they’ve done in the myth story I’m kinda done with these 2 lol.

In this card it really shows how much Caleb had been holding on to this ‘reliable presence’ to MC. All his life he has always been the one MC can relied on to the point that he refuses to let her see his weaker side. It's kinda sad.

Mc starts to take more initiative towards him in this. I really love the animation in the kindle scene. His facial expressions are so full of emotions. The whole story feels really intimate & domestic.

5 Star limited card: Painful Signal

─.✦ The debut of his mechanical arm. Their dynamic in this card is way more playful & intimate. the ways they act around each other are more like when they were in the past timeline now.

That graveyard scene where he took a selfie with his own grave? Iconic. peak Gemini energy. We also met his REAL sidekick (not that snake man thank god) , his old colleague from the Aerospace Academy. But remember this is love and deepspace. It took a different turn real quick.

Basically MC found out about his robot arm. It kinda hinted again how much this man has to endure all this time.

4 star card Tender moments: Longtime Moments

─.✦ In this memory I can see the shifts in their dynamic more. they’re a bit more flirty. The elevator scene had me curling my toes and giggling like a teenager. With MC coming to terms that her old version of Caleb is transforming into a different man in her eyes now. Caleb also starts to accept MC’s ability to fight alongside him also. They fought alongside and made a really good team together.

Linkon New Year Event Chapters + Intertwined goal 4 star card Dynamic date

─.✦ Since all the Event chapters haven't been unlocked yet. We don’t know the full story but from what I’ve read so far, they went on the fighting shenanigans together. Their relationship is more smooth. In the dynamic date it took a full on romance route now. with how close they already were compared to other Lis from the beginning. Their interaction feels really cozy and domestic here.This is where the relationship really shifted for real I feel. Caleb finally confesses, MC also confesses, they almost kiss. Life is good again ☁️🕊️👼🪽

✧₊⁺ In conclusion:

─.✦ I had a big ass crush the moment I met Caleb in chapter 4 before he got kaboom and gone. then got completely swept off my feets by Rafayel. The moment I found that he will be back as a new li again,I opened a new account preparing for him immediately (back in late November). So when he’s out I was able to get all of his content the very first day. but I made a mistake (like 99% of us) by going straight to the main story without checking out his 4 star memories first. safe to say that I finished the chapters with such a bitter taste in my mouth. I had to take a break from him the next day. At some point I even regretted making an account for him. But I decided to give him a chance and read all of his content bit by bit. I re-read his main story chapter again as well.

Now that I complete all of his contents, my feelings toward him have completely changed. He went from being at the bottom of my tier list when I finished the main story to now breathing at Rafayel’s neck and ready to snatch me away.

I just hope this post can persuade those of you who are still unsure about this man. If you feel put off by him after reading the main story but still wanna give him a chance, I highly recommend starting from 

his 4 star cards in the past timeline. you can get them in the wishing well shop. they’re relatively cheap. or you can watch them on youtube.

Read his anecdote

If you can, I recommend pulling at least one of his myth pairs. You can unlock the full story in the special event for a limited time even if you have only 1 of them. or again, you can watch them on youtube.

I also wrote another post about the controversial topics regarding his character in this post. You can go take a look if you wanna read my take on it.

That’s all, please feel free to add your own thoughts in the reply if you wanna talk about him. I’d love to read them. 

English is not my first language so I apologize in advance If I make any mistakes.

Time to go back to my main man 🚶🏻‍♀️ gosh I miss my stinky fishie so bad I’m gonna go annoy him in the cafe for the next 5 days now. Bye bye 👋

[fandomobbsessedb]

Your Favorite Player’s Favorite Player

Young-Il/ Frontman / In-Ho/ Player 001 x Gi-Hun's Sister Reader)

Chapter 1 : Prologue.

Warning: Swears, fire, mob like guys, stressful situation, weapons, there may be some age inaccuracy but who the hell cares. It’s entertainment.

“Where have you been?”

I leaned my head down thinking I had my way past him. My snitchy ass older brother Gi-Hun. He’s always in my business. Even though he’s older by like, psh, 30 years at least, he’s always in my business, like he has to take care of me like a parent.

“I wasn’t anywhere oppa” I rolled my eyes at him going to walk past his much taller, lankier frame in the doorway.

“You weren’t wearing the shirt when you went to your friends house this morning, did something happen.” He asked crossing his arms. Knowing he had a soft spot for me, I turned off my attitude and turned on the theatrics. With a sigh I dropped my shoulders.

“Y/N, did something happen?” He asked again, his voice still sounding accusing. I rolled my pack off of my shoulder and pulled out the shirt I had this morning, my friend had offered to pour her juice on it so that I could leave the store wearing the shirt I wanted. Turning around with an upset face I held it out to him feeling his tough calloused hand take it from mine.

“(F/N)’s baby brother spilled his juice all over me earlier so she offered me her shirt to wear in the meantime.” I kept my gaze on the floor. I knew I would laugh in his face if I had to look at how stupid he was.

“Mhm, okay. I’ll just get this washed for you then.” He said with a softer tone.

“Thanks” I quickly turned away ready to shut myself in my room and empty my backpack when he just had to stop me again.

“Where’s F/Ns shirt from? It looks really good on you.” He said. Kissing my teeth I turned back around and shrugged.

“It looks like it’s from Nohant, and it was 50,000 won. Wow.” He added, causing me to whip around to face him, he was closer to me now, holding a ripped tag in his hands. With a surprised face he looked back at me. “At least that’s what this tag says” he pointed to it.

“Ugh, go away Gi-Hun.” I protested in his face, taking my shirt back, when he grabbed at my arm.

“Your stealing again aren’t you?! Damn it Y/N what did we talk about just a few months ago.” He shouted at me, keeping a firm grip on my arm.

“Let me go weirdo.” I struggled against him.

“No y/n, I care about you to much to let you go down this path.” He said harshly, rolling my eyes I met his with scorn.

“And why is that huh? Why DO you care so much, your not mom, you have your own issues, I’m just getting ahead my own way.” I spat in his face before he finally released me to my room.

I slammed my door shut and threw my bag down to start looking at the loot my friend and I had split. I heard a sigh from the door before he spoke up.

“Because, your life hasn’t even really started yet and you’re already sinking.” I heard him say before his footsteps receded into our creeky old house. I shrugged and started trying on jewelry we had snagged today.

Now as I look at myself getting ready for work in the mirror, I still don’t think what I was doing was wrong, because I’m still getting away with it, I mean, it’s not stealing if you don’t get caught.

And Gi-Hun wasn’t even around to catch me. Gi-Hun hadn’t been home for about a week, ever since he went missing for a week three years ago he hasn’t stopped going on about this game he thinks he played where 455 other players all died and he had won 45.6 billion won. Since then he’s been trying to find it again and stop it. I wonder when his cop buddies will give up on him and drop him off at home with a dementia diagnosis.

—— a few hours later——

There was only a few downsides really when your working at one of the shitier hotels in Seoul, Korea. Mostly the pay and the people, we have crooks and wrong doers staying all the time, even some working there. Myself included. When cleaning up one guests room while he was away, my eyes just so happened to meet the shiny watch and wallet sitting right there…. Right on the desk…….. I’ve been needing a new wallet, and that one looks like it would do just nicely.

Another upside is the five finger discount you get on “local” merchandise.

I quickly stashed the pricey looking objects into my bra before I grabbed my cart and left, assuming nobody had seen. However I failed to notice there were two guests staying in the room…. And one was using the bathroom when I came in.

I entered the elevator the next day ready to check into work, when a hand grabbed at the door, stopping it from closing, I went to step out of the way when the same hand grabbed around my throat.

My back was shred up against the wall of the shitty elevator as the thug jumped me. A handful of others walked in creating a shield around the sight. I heard them press a button for the highest floor. As the elevator made its way up, his hand slowly got tighter and tighter.

“Are you sure this is her?” He asked looking over his shoulder to another guy, wearing the clothes I remember dropping off from dry clean just the other day.

“Oh I’m sure, all the maids shoes look the same except hers, she’s got that cute little buckle on the ankle” he said lighting up a cigarette and kicking at my thrashing feet. I clung to his hands trying to pry them away from my neck only to fail miserably.

“Where’s my wallet bitch?” He asked picking my head up using my throat and slamming it on the wall again.

“What wallet, I have no idea-“ as soon as the strangled words left my mouth I felt a cold hard barrel push into my side.

“Need a reminder?” The goon asked close to my ear, I could feel the moisture coming off his breath as he get personally familiar with the tissue of my outer lobe.

I thrash again to get him away only to hear the cock of the gun. “Okay! Okay! I pawned it.” I cried out shakily as the grip on my throat got tighter.

“There’s no need to make this so hard you two.” A voice from behind spoke up. Just as I saw small dots in the corners of my eyes I was let go and kicked to my knees, the fall caused my tights to rip right at my inner thigh, when I tried to scramble away a loafer stepped on the tip of my tights causing my pull to bust even more of the seams. A well dressed man attached to the foot inside the shoe bent at his waist down to my level.

“I’m to assume you pawned it recently then correct? Must’ve given you a pretty sum in return, it was brand new too.” He softly spoke in my face taking my cheek softer than the other man had taken my neck. I nodded fearfully as my lip quivered.

“Knowing a pretty little thing like you has probably never seen that big of an amount in her life I’m going to assume you didn’t know what to do and just have it locked away at home right?” He asked. I nodded again my body growing shakier.

“Then I’ll tell you what, you go and get that wallet back, and this whole thing will have never happened.” He replied with a stoic face standing back up, releasing my tights. Nodding I leaned back against the wall.

“Until then however-“ he got cut off as the goon with the gun yanked my purse from me, “We’re going to hang onto this for some insurance” he said holding his hand out to the man to look through it. Opening my wallet they found my debit card, and a small picture of my brother and I from when I was little on the inside.

“Don’t let this take too long, otherwise- we’ll have to hold something else for insurance.” He quietly spoke, leaning really close to my face with the picture before using his lighter to catch the corner. I heard the bell ring signaling the top floor they where staying on. As all his men retreated from the door, right before the man followed he took one last look at me and dropped the now flaming picture onto the floor.

He pressed the button to shut the door and quickly jumping out of the way of the closing door as the machine once again descended.

With an aching sigh I sat up hugging myself. What was I going to do? I had spent the money. I used it to pay off some personal bills and previous expenses, it was only enough to chip at it though and if I didn’t have the money back from the wallet and its contents… it might just be easier for them to kill me.

Changing out of my work outfit back in the housekeeper locker room, I quickly left the building for the train station to go home. To try and figure out a plan.

When I got there I sat down on a bench far from the entrance and other riders. As I sat waiting, I took out my phone and considered… texting my brother…. I don’t know how he got all that money but he had it, I could borrow some from him just to pay off those guys or to buy the wallet again and give it back. But then I would owe Gi-Hun, I didn’t need that added stress right now. I felt a soft hand on my shoulder before I looked up.

“Miss is everything okay?” He asked, he had slicked back hair and a nice suit on, thinking he was a goon from before I jumped away from him grabbing for my pocket knife.

“Who are you, where you with those guys in the elevator,” I rushed out wielding my knife at him. Making a shocked face he simply smiled at me and said…

“I just wanted to ask if you might play a game with me. How does a game of ddakji sound?”

After having lost one too many of an easy kids game I felt a need for redemption. I stared at the number on the back of the card as I walked home. Was this that thing Gi-Hun was talking about before? I doubt it that was one measly kids game, almost half a hundred dozen people couldn’t have died from just that.

Walking into the house I sat at the table with a sigh as I cradled my face in my hands, thumbing at my sore throat. I stood to grab a bag of ice for my neck when I heard a creek from behind me. Whipping around and seeing nothing, I quickly shoved the card into my purse and quietly slunk to the counter to grab a kitchen knife. I quietly creeped towards the halls entrance as I heard the creeks of the one floor board getting closer and closer. When a body flushed past me at the entrance I swung out the arm with the knife only to be grabbed at my wrist.

“It’s just me Y/N.” Taking a glance at his starchy brown eyes in the soft light from the kitchen, Jun-ho released me and took the knife into his own hand.

“Oh, you had me worried” I sighed out resting my hands on my hips, “I thought some creeper had gotten In.”

“Is everything okay?” Gi-Hun spoke from his doorway making his way to meet us in the hall. With a groan I turned around to grab my purse from the table.

“I stand corrected” I mumbled hoisting my heavy purse over my shoulder once again.

“What happened to your neck y/n?” Gi-Hun asked me looking down at me concerningly.

Shoving him away from me I grabbed my purse from the table and walked to my room.

“Nothing” I mumbled trying to breach past him, only for him to gram my arm again, with a sigh I did the only thing I could think of.

“Really oppa, I’m fine.” I said again clearer, playing on his soft side, hoping he would just drop it. Luckily for me he sighed as well and released me. I big my goodbye to Jun-Ho giving my brother a small hug on his arm in goodbye, before he could hug back though I quickly left.

Later that day once I heard the both of them leave the house, I picked up my purse once again and dialed the given number.

“Do you wish to participate in the game? If you wish to participate, please state your name and birthdate…”

AN: AH OKAY THIS IS CHAPTER 1 what do ya’ll think? Too long? Too short? HOPE U ENJOY!! Stay tuned for chapter 2!!!!!

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Captain yn

ʚɞ ateez x reader ʚɞ idol! | 9th member ʚɞ summary: yn being appointed the leader/ captain of ateez. ʚɞ word count: 718 words ʚɞ what if! yn was the captain instead of Hongjoong

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𝓽 𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝔂𝓷 𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓽 - 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝔂𝓼

Yn and Hongjoong sat in the practice room, stretching before they began their dance routine. You've always admired Hongjoong, how he would always carry himself and he knew that. It's like he took you under his wing when he found out you'll be debuting with him.

The door opened to show a staff, a wide smile placed on their face. " ynie, how would you like to be the leader of Ateez?"

Your heart raced as you processed the staff member’s words. “Leader of ateez?” you echoed, disbelief mingling with excitement. You glanced at Hongjoong, whose thumbs-up only made the moment feel more surreal.

“Yes! We’ve been discussing it, and we think you’d be a great fit,” the staff member said, beaming at you. “Your energy and dedication have stood out during practice.”

You felt a wave of emotions crashing over you—honor, fear, and an overwhelming sense of possibility. “But… what about Hongjoong oppa? He would be an amazing leader, and he's older than me” you replied, glancing between them.

Hongjoong stepped forward, his expression steady and reassuring. “Y/N, age doesn’t define leadership. It’s about how you connect with the group and bring out the best in everyone. You have that spark.”

You felt a mix of disbelief and gratitude at his words. “But… I’ve always looked up to you,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “How can I fill those shoes?”

“You won’t be filling my shoes; you’ll be wearing your own,” he replied, a soft smile on his face. “I’ll always support you, no matter what. Being a leader isn’t about being perfect; it’s about being genuine and caring for the members. You’ve already shown that.”

The staff member nodded in agreement. “We believe in your potential, Y/N. You’ve got the talent and the heart to inspire others.”

Taking a deep breath, you began to feel the weight of the responsibility transform into excitement. “Okay, I’ll do it. I’ll give it my best shot.”

𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓭𝓪𝔂 - 𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓮𝔃 6𝓽𝓱 𝔂𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓪𝓻𝔂

"We wouldn't be where we're at without our captain ynie~" Wooyoung sang, tears filling up your eyes as you looked at each of your members.

It was your 6th year together, and the moment felt surreal. You stood in the center of the practice room, surrounded by your ATEEZ family, who had become more than just teammates over the years—they were your support system, your laughter, your home.

“Wooyoung, stop! You’re going to make me cry!” you laughed, wiping away a tear that threatened to spill over. The other members joined in, their smiles wide and encouraging.

“Seriously, though,” San added, stepping closer. “You’ve led us through so much. We wouldn’t be here without your guidance and love.”

“Yeah! Remember that time you kept us all motivated during our toughest rehearsals?” Yunho chimed in. “You pushed us to be better, and it made all the difference.”

You felt your heart swell with emotion as each member shared their own little stories, reminding you of the countless moments you’d shared—the late-night practices, the inside jokes, and the shared dreams of debuting.

“Six years,” you murmured, your voice shaking slightly. “It feels like just yesterday we were all nervous rookies.”

“Now we’re seasoned pros,” Jongho teased, flexing his muscles playfully, which made everyone laugh.

You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. “I couldn’t have asked for a better group to share this journey with. You all mean the world to me.”

The room was filled with a comfortable silence as you all soaked in the moment. Then, Hongjoong stepped forward, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “You’re not just our leader, Y/N; you’re our heart. And we’re so grateful for you.”

You leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his support. “Thank you, everyone. I promise to keep doing my best for all of you.”

As the energy in the room shifted from sentimental to playful, Wooyoung suddenly shouted, “Group hug!” And just like that, you were enveloped in a wave of warmth as all the members pulled you in, laughter echoing around the room.

In that moment, surrounded by your team, you knew that together you could face anything. And with six years behind you, the future was bright, filled with endless possibilities.

[enha-roza]

JANUARY 1ST

Hyung line x 8thmember!oc

synopsis : Roza's Boyfriends miss her after she and Sooyoung go on a girls night out.

wc : 1k

It was January first and both girls had been invited to Winter of Aespa’s Birthday party. Roza and Sooyoung had been in their rooms getting ready. It would be the first time the girls would be going out with the boys. Roza was in the middle of deciding what earrings to wear when Heeseung appeared at her door.

“Do you have to go?” Roza almost laughed as he hung onto the door, a pout decorating his face. “Yes, Hee. it's Minjeong’s birthday, it would be rude not to go.” “Okay, but not for long, right. You and Sooyoung don't have to be out long.” “I don't know how long we'll be… but I promise to won't be super late.” As Roza put on her shoes, Sooyoung appeared behind Heeseung. “Unnie, are you ready?” Heeseung upon seeing Sooyoung's short dress immediately went into big brother mode.

“Hold on, you're not wearing that are you?” “Yes I am, why?” He whipped his head over to Roza in disbelief. “Can you believe her? You are not wearing that… it's way too short.” “That's kinda the point, Oppa. I wanted to look nice.” “I get that sweetheart, but isn't it too short? Don't you have longer dresses. I'm just concerned, that's all.” Sooyoung expression softened at his words, noting his genuine concern for her. Roza watched Sooyoung contemplating changing her outfit.

“Fine, but only because I don't want you to worry.” “You'll look just as good in a longer dress I promise.” Sooyoung smiled as she went to change once more. “Didn't think you cared about short dresses.” Roza smirked as she stood up and looked over her makeup in the mirror. Heeseung standing behind her, hands wrapping around her waist. “You're my girlfriend, of course I love you in short dresses. When I look at Sooyoung I see my precious little sister.” Roza smiled at Heeseung's protectiveness.

Suddenly Heeseung was pushed aside as Sunghoon walked into the room, his own hands now replacing where Heeseung’s were. “What the fuck, dude.” “Shut up, I'm having a moment before she goes and I weep because what do you mean our girlfriend is going somewhere without us.” Heeseung stood in the view of the mirror, Roza watched as he protested once more. “See you can't go, it's not fair for you to leave us.” “Oppa, I already told you I'm going. Plus I don't mind one night for us girls.” “But you always have girls' nights here.” “That's different, one night out won't hurt. Plus I will be back before midnight, I promise.”

Sooyoung reappeared in a new longer dress. “Unnie, we gotta go or we're gonna be late.” “Okay, let's go.” Roza grabbed her bag as both girls said goodbye to the members. “Back before midnight.” Jay said. “Yes, dad.. Okay bye.” Sooyoung said as she dragged Roza out the door. “Text us if you need anything!” Jake yelled. “Yes I will, Bye!” and they were gone.

The girls hadn't even arrived at the restaurant when messages from Heeseung started flooding Roza’s phone.

“What's he moaning about now?” Sooyoung joked as they walked through the entrance. “Says he misses me..” Roza smirked as Sooyoung rolled her eyes. “Nothing new.” Soon the girls made their way to the private room for Winter’s birthday. “We're here!” “Thank god, I almost thought you weren't coming.” “Sorry, Heeseung made me change. Apparently my dress was too short.” Sooyoung laughed. "You know he's just being an older brother right.” Giselle jokes. “Yeah, yeah, let's eat I'm hungry.” Roza and Sooyoung sat down and everyone ordered, not long after the food arrived. While both girls were finishing up their food Roza’s phone started buzzing.

“Who missed you now?” Sooyoung jokes. “Jake..” “they really can't go a couple hours without you?” Karina questioned. “Nope and it's even worse in person.” Sooyoung moaned. “I don't wanna even imagine it.” Ningning laughed. “Okay everyone ready to leave?” Winter questioned. “I think so. Let's go.” The six girls stood and grabbed their bags. The girls later arrived at the bar and all sat down at the table ready to have some drinks and gossip.

A few drinks in and the girls were letting loose. Winter and Sooyoung were dancing together while Roza sat with Karina, Giselle and Ningning. “Drinking makes me so sleepy…” Roza said as a yawn left her lips. “Me too, i just wanna sleep.” Ningning smiled as she leaned her head on Roza's shoulder. “why don't you two go back to our dorm, we'll bring Sooyoung and Winter back later?” “I like the sound of that!” Ningning said, standing up. “Okay, we'll see you guys later.” Roza said hugging Karina and Giselle before going to find Winter and Sooyoung to say bye to them.

Roza and Ningning waited outside till Aespa’s manager showed up to take them back to their dorm. While on the drive home, Roza looked over and noticed Ningning had fallen asleep. She decided to pull out her phone, when she got a message from Jay.

Just as she closed her phone the car pulled up to the Aespa dorm. Roza nudged Ningning awake and both girls headed inside. “Come on, let's go to sleep.” Ningning pulled Roza into her room, both girls pulling off their shoes and climbing into Ningning’s bed. Not long after the room was filled with the quiet breaths of both sleeping girls.

Almost an hour and a half later the door opened as the other four girls arrived back from the bar. Roza woke just as Sooyoung poked her head into the bedroom. “sorry did i wake you, Unnie?” “No it's okay, did you have fun?” she watches as Sooyoung nods her head. “I was talking with Karina, she thinks it's best if we just sleep here tonight?” “Yeah, that's probably a good idea, then heading home now.” “Ive already messaged our manger and he knows, you might wanna message the members so they know.” “Okay, I'll do that.” Roza once again watched as Sooyoung left to go sleep in Winter's room. Roza looked over at the clock and noticed it was 10 minutes till midnight, the members would be wondering where the girls were.

And with that Roza fell asleep with a small smile on her face.

a/n : first post of 2025!!

[back2bluesidex]

Call Me Oppa - MYG (18+)

Pairing: Yoongi X Fem!Reader

Theme: PWP, Smut, established relationship au.

Word count: 1350

Summary: Yoongi has a weird kink... Maybe you'll find it out soon enough.

Warnings: Oppa kink, unprotected sex (stay safe y'all), creampie, fucking on a couch, Jin appears, Yoongi is lowkey jealous, Minors DNI!

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"Oppa, put it here" you call out to Jin and Yoongi eyes you from across the room. Jin puts the box where you pointed out and sighs. 

"Here you go. Anything left to do?" He asks you. 

"Nope. Nothing more. I really appreciate all the help. Me and Yoongi could never do all of it on our own. Who knew shifting can be this messy." You say as you scan the apartment and make a mental note of all the boxes that need to be unpacked and organised. 

"It's nothing, Y/N. This is what friends are for. Right Yoongi?" Jin calls Yoongi out as he peeks behind his broad shoulders to the younger one. Yoongi humms from the kitchen, trying to fix the blender that Namjoon broke a few minutes back. 

"Oppa, go and have lunch. We'll join you in a few." You tell Jin already feeling guilty for the amount of work you had put all of them through. 

"See ya." Jin departs leaving you and your boyfriend alone in your very new penthouse. 

"You never call me Oppa." Yoongi says all of a sudden. You contemplate for a minute if you have heard him right or not. 

"What? What are you talking about?" You ask him, being very confused about his weird allegation. 

"I said, you never call me oppa but hyung gets to hear that a lot." He says calmly, as if he is not saying something that is totally out of context. 

"I mean, I suppose to call him that, I guess? He is older than me and very much like a brother to me… so what else do I call him? I just don't get to call him by his name, honorifics you know?" You object. 

"You can refer to your boyfriend/husband as oppa too, you know that." He places his argument. 

"I know but it cringes me. Baby, babe, even jagi will do but not oppa." You reply, cutting the plastic wrap of your very new white couch that both of you wanted to buy for a long time but was too afraid with all the chances of getting it all dirty. You don't notice Yoongi coming behind you, eyes raking your body in an irresistible urge of taking you right then and there. 

Before you can register your boyfriend's presence right behind you, his big hands grab you by your waist as he presses his semi-hard cock on your butt. 

You grasp because of his sudden actions, "yoon-" he cuts you by pressing soft kisses on the back of your neck. 

"What if I want you to call me oppa?" He says in between the kisses. You wiggle to get rid of his hold but he only holds you tighter in your place. 

"Yoongi, not now plea-" he cuts you again by biting the crook of your neck. A soft moan escapes your lips. 

"You don't have to call me oppa all the time. But maybe when no one is hearing? Maybe when I'm stretching your tight pussy out with my bare cock? Maybe when I'm fucking your brain out? Maybe when I rutt into you on our new couch?" His hand slips into your sweat shorts right through your panty as he starts to tease your fold. You're wet, not a lot but wet. And he takes the opportunity to abuse your clit for a bit so that he can slide his fingers and then his cock in smoothly. 

You throw your head back at his chest granting him a better access to the skin of your throat. His fingers rub on your clit roughly and his teeth do a fair job on creating bruises on your neck, you get wetter and wetter by each second.

"The boys are downstairs, yoongi." You say in a breathy way. 

"Who cares." He says before disconnecting his mouth from your skin and pushing you down on the couch. However, his fingers do not slip out of your shorts. 

Yoongi climbs over you and finally slips his fingers out only to discard clothes from your body in an urgency. 

Devil works fast but Yoongi works faster while sliding down your sweat shorts along with your cotton panties down and your tshirt out of your body, leaving you completely naked for his eyes only. 

"So beautiful" he says briefly before slipping two of his fingers in your cunt. 

His mouth finds your hardened nipple and he takes a long suck, one that makes your whine loudly. He bites on your nipple, you hiss, "Yoongi please." 

"Call me oppa." He says and you obey him without much thought, also you're not in a condition of thinking anything. 

His fingers bend and he finds the spot that makes you squeal. 

"Oppa! Please!" You moan out loudly. 

"That's like a good girl" Yoongi praises you. 

Your hands reach out for Yoongi's tshirt, he takes the signal and briefly detaches himself from you to slip out of his clothes. 

Your new penthouse has a nice view. One advantage of owning a penthouse on the 18th floor is that you get a beautiful view of the cityscape and afternoons with the mesmerizing view of sunsets. And that beautiful view gets double the more exciting when your boyfriend is standing naked in all of his glory. His long hair reaches almost to his shoulder, his lean but muscular body gets bathed in the orangey hue casted by the setting sun, his dick stands tall and proud ready to fuck you into oblivion. You love it all, you love him with everything you have. 

"Admiring me?" Yoongi says lowering himself on the couch again. 

"You're so beautiful." You say as if in a daze. Yoongi's cheeks take up a dusty pink colour and you know he is shy. He might not be the most vocal person about his feelings, his likes and dislikes but you know how much he likes to be praised for his appearance. 

However, that pink hue goes away as soon as it comes rather a darker shade takes over his gaze. He positions his cock on your entrances and teases your slit for a bit. 

"Stop teasing, yoo- oppa" you correct yourself and by the look on your boyfriend's face, you know he likes it. 

He enters you slowly and gives you enough time to adjust. Once you're okay with his length, he starts moving slowly. His hands roam all over your body but come to a stop on your wrists. He pins those above your head and you know you're gonna be wrecked very soon. 

As soon as your hands are pinned above your head, Yoongi picks up his speed. 

He starts pounding you at an inhuman pace and you can't help to moan incoherent words. 

"You like it? Me fucking you in our new apartment? Right by this huge ass window?" Yoongi asks.

"Yes oppa! Yes! I like oppa's cock drilling in my cunt." You moan. 

"Fuck!" Yoongi groans, you know your words are affecting him. 

"You dirty little slut! You're all mine!" He says again, placing a hand on your tummy while the other one stays above your head pinning down your wrists. 

"Yes oppa yes! All yours!!" You whisper. You feel your heat building in your stomach as he hits your g-spot again and again. As a result your walls start to squeeze the hell out of him. 

"I can't stay longer if you keep on squeezing like this!" He grits through his teeth. 

"I'm close. I can't-" and with that you cum on his cock. 

"Fuck baby! We're not using condoms! Where should I-"

"Anywhere but my white couch! I'll kill you if you spill a single drop! Cum in me! Fuck! Cum in me!" You scream out and Yoongi cums in you. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Yoongi comes down from his high and falls on the top of your body. You both try to catch your breath. 

"We will appreciate it if you stop talking about cumming on the couch, we are trying to eat here!!" Someone yells from downstairs. It's Jin again. 

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Prove It - Seok Matthew (Extended Ver.)

A/n: 1. Ignore the gif, I found it in my files and decided it was The One™ 2. A single person asked for this and who am I to deny them (I have had the worst writers block, and this was doable). You're welcome, or I'm sorry, I don't know. 3. I don't remember if this was proofread.

Coming home early wasn't an often occurrence. Being a teacher, you were technically supposed to be home an hour after dismissal, but realistically, you weren't home till early evening. Today, however, was a half day, and you were more than happy to be able to spend the rest of your day cuddled up with your boyfriend.

You didn't expect to walk into an empty home, but you perked up when you heard him on the phone in your shared bedroom. You excitedly placed your bags down and made your way to the room, your hand reaching for the door before the sound of the other person speaking up stopped you.

"Does it ever kill you that she's two years older?" You overheard Hanbin through Matthew's phone. "I mean. Everyone knows you like being called 'oppa', are you okay with her never calling you that?"

"It's not like she hasn't called me it before." Matthew scoffed. "She's called me 'oppa' plenty of times." He was lying, but Hanbin didn't know that.

"Playfully, probably." Hanbin's voice flattened.

"Dude. It's not a deal breaker." Matthew defended. "So what if she doesn't say it? It's not like I'll die if I don't hear it." He paused. "Besides, she's a foreigner. She barely uses honorifics with anyone."

"I see how your ears perk up when girls call y-"

You quickly removed yourself from earshot. Your eyes quickly scanning for the quietest way out of the area.

You slowly made your way back to the door before opening it and closing it harsher than before so he could hear.

"Babe, I'm home!" You called, staying in place in case he made his way towards you.

There was a moment of silence before you heard him coming out of the room.

"You're home early." He smiled at you. He really didn't look like he was having the conversation he was. "I was expecting you a little later."

"You say that like you had plans." You raised a playful brow. "Don't tell you threw her in the closet?"

"Closet?" He scoffed as he made his way towards you, throwing his arms around you. "She jumped out the window when she heard you pull up."

You both laughed as he placed a kiss on your cheek, and you wondered if he really meant what he said.

"So why are you early?" He smiled as he pulled away, leading the both of you to the couch.

You'd never used honorifics, he was right about that, but you wanted to test just how 'okay' he was with you not calling him anything.

"I was grading papers with Taekwoon oppa." You scanned his face for a reaction. "He's been helping me a lot with Korean. I'm even getting more comfortable with honorifics." You put a smile on your face.

"Oh?" He said, his tone unreadable. "Who else do use honorifics with?"

His voice trailed off and it killed you inside. You shouldn't have said anything, but why wouldn't he just tell you to call him that to begin with? You would have gladly done it. But with how he seems to want to keep it hidden, how could you bring it up first? What if he said he didn't mean it or brushed you off?

"Just him for now." You nodded. "Everyone else around me is either my age or younger." You shrugged. It was true. The school you worked for was relatively new, so it was full of mostly new graduates. The only people older than you were admin, but you rarely ever ran into them because Taekwoon handled everything as the head teacher.

There was a silence that took over and you shuffled in your spot.

"What made him the first guy you use honorifics with?" His gave you a glace, a firm hand falling on your knee. It would have been harmless had you not known the context.

"He takes care of me a lot." You started, and his hand on you tightened. "He's also always looking out for me. He took the blame for a couple of my fuck ups, too."

You paused as you thought about your next statement.

"And he's not a 'guy' to you. He's a hyung." You corrected him, trying to sound like you were upset over it.

He rose a brow at you.

"Not the foreigner correcting my Korean." He scoffed, his annoyance growing the longer you talked about him.

"Tough talk for another foreigner, Mr. Maple." You reminded him. "And you can't blame me for assimilating." You shrugged, the silence slowly creeping back in your space.

"He is some guy to me, though." His hand removed itself from you. "I'm literally always taking care of you, too." Disbelief coated his tone as he turned to fully look at you. "That time when you got too drunk at your staff party and I carried you home." He started. "That time when your ankles were cut from your shoes being too tight so I ran to get you some slippers and a first aid kit from the nearest convenience store." He continued, his speech picking up in pace. "Not to mention I always take you your stuff before you even realize you've forgotten it." He paused. "Doesn't that count as taking care of you?"

There it was.

"I'm older than you. Not to mention we're dating. I thought you were just being caring. In love and all that." You reminded him. You were going to get him to air it out. "I think you keep forgetting that aspect." You sighed. "When an older person takes care of you, it's different."

"I'm younger but you had no problem calling me 'daddy'." He scoffed at your reasoning, landing him a pillow to the face. He spoke up after recovering. "Calling me 'oppa' wouldn't kill you."

"That was just once." You muttered in defense. "And I was drunk." You cleared your throat, surprised at how quickly the conversation turned.

"Keep telling yourself that." He rolled his eyes. "Besides, it wouldn't hurt to say it just once." He leaned in, his face right in front of yours. "I won't tell anyone." He said in a sing-song voice.

It was your turn to snicker now. You expected him to take the jealous route, not playful. But there was a part of you that wanted to see where he was going with this.

"What's it to you?" You tilted your head. "I thought you liked being my little baby~" You teased, your hand going to pinch his cheek. He groaned, swatting your hand away.

"Because I'm not a little baby." He narrowed his eyes at you. "It's two years between us. Not twenty." You watched as he kept the look on his face.

"How about this." You started. "I'll say it once."

"How about always?" He was quick to respond, giving you his best puppy eyes and you couldn't help but want to cave.

"Since you want it so bad," You paused, watching his expression turn expectant. "What do I get if I do it?"

His eyebrow twitched as the latter part of your sentence came out.

"How about a bet, then?" He smiled as he leaned over you, your back gradually leaning until you were laying on the couch. "If you can keep quiet until I'm done with you, I'll drop it."

You swallowed at the sudden shift in atmosphere. Did a simple title mean that much to him?

His arm moved to support him while he hovered over you and you could feel his thigh moving to press on your own in an attempt to open them. The little amount of space giving you no room to try and fight it.

"But if you can't." He smirked, his head dipping down so his lips were brushing lightly against yours. "You can't call me anything else."

His thigh had succeeded in passing yours and you let out a shaky breath at the contact. His eyes flicked towards yours and you saw the corner of his mouth curve into a smirk.

"Deal?"

It wasn't like you to give in so easily, even if you looked like you would. But something about seeing this side of him made you want more. Despite the tiny age gap you had, he didn't submit to you, and you never dominated him. But there were lines you never really crossed when it came to sex. He never pushed you too hard and you never tested him.

Until today.

"We have a deal." You mimicked his smirk as you toyed with the top button of his shirt. "But what do I get if I make it?" You tilted your head slightly as you freed the top button, working your way down.

He closed the gap between the two of you, his lips working gently against yours as he let out a shaky breath from your cold hands grazing his torso.

"You're already losing, baby." You smirked as you pulled away, giving him your most innocent gaze. "So much for being an 'oppa'." You whispered the last part.

His thigh finally pressed firmly against you, your pencil skirt riding up with it. You stiffened at the force but stayed quiet.

"It's a matter of pride at this point, baby." You smiled sweetly as you pulled his shirt down his shoulders, your fingers softly running over his arms in admiration. "If you want to be an oppa so bad," You paused as you licked your lips.

"Prove it."

"I just realized." He smirked as he used his free hand to pull his shirt completely off. "I've never called you noona to your face." He chuckled before getting up and walking backwards. "Only to others when I'm talking about you." He was leaning on the corner of the wall.

"Is this your way of accepting you're not oppa material?" You sat up, partially annoyed that he just up and left you.

"No." He said. "I was expecting you to follow." He turned and kept walking, his back disappearing from view. "The bed's bigger than the couch, y'know." He called out.

Your eyes squinted at the thought of what he was planning but you were also too worked up to care. You slowly got up and made your way to your shared bedroom, partially taken back when you saw the bed empty and Matthew standing by the door.

"Go ahead, noona, lay down. Get comfortable." He nudged with his head and you stared skeptically.

Despite your doubts, your hands moved to remove the skirt, your hips swaying as you pushed them down. You watched as he looked you over before you moved towards the bed and sat down.

"Pretty boy," You started as you removed your own shirt, smiling as his eyes went straight to your chest. "Noona doesn't have the same effect on me," You paused to slowly trail your hands behind you to undo your bra. You lightly tossed it off the bed before you were back on your chest, fingers gently running over your nipples as you whispered your next sentence. "As oppa does on you."

His jaw tightened as he watched you, and he was tempted to throw his whole plan out of the window. Sure, it was a stretch to think the word would work on you, but you miss all the shots you don't take.

"What can oppa do to me that I can't already do to myself?" You challenged as you rose a brow, your hands moving to your underwear and slipping inside. It was about time you got somewhere with this.

"Show me how much you can do then." His thumb was digging its nail into his index finger as he watched you. "But don't cry about it when you can't make yourself cum."

There was a minor truth to his words. Since the start of your relationship, you'd never needed to touch yourself or use your toys. He'd left you more than satisfied and now you were nervous your shit talking was about to backfire.

You moved back until you were snug against the headboard, your eyes darting towards the nightstand where your toys laid.

"Don't you think that's cheating, noona?" He tsked. "You said what you could do. Toys don't count." He smiled slyly. "Besides, the last time you used them, they were in my hand." He scoffed at the memory. "And you couldn't keep too quiet."

You momentarily forgot about the deal, and you scratched the idea. Your eyes fell back on his and you reached for the waistband of your underwear, slowly peeling them off before tossing them to the side. You didn't miss how his eyes traced every move you made, but you didn't call him out on it.

You didn't bother teasing yourself. Not only because you were already turned on, but this wasn't about getting off; it was about making him cave. It was also about being able to stay quiet. If you weren't committed, it'd be easier to win.

Your hands were quick to slide past your clit and into you. Your fingers weren't as long as his, giving you absolutely nothing. You let out a small, frustrated sigh.

"I heard that." He was quick to call.

"But you're not the one causing it." You countered. "So, it doesn't count." He rolled his eyes.

You were both too stubborn to cave, your egos too strong to want to admit defeat. But maybe he'd cave if you put a little more effort into your show. He was always quick to jump at a chance to please you.

When he saw you avoiding your clit, he knew you were stalling. His head tilted slightly as he watched your squirm from the lack of stimulation.

"I can help." His voice was sickly sweet, and your stomach tightened. "You know I'm better at this than you are." He moved towards you, slowly getting on the bed.

His words were proven true when he slapped your hand away, quickly replacing it with his own. Your mouth fell open in a silent moan, eyes closing when his thumb met your clit.

"You're all talk noona," He tsked. "I don't know why you make things harder for yourself."

You couldn't respond. You knew the second you opened your mouth, you'd make a sound that would count against you. You weren't even sure if he was keeping count or if you'd lose the second anything slipped out of you.

"What's wrong, baby?" He teased, using the same tone you did when you called him the same name earlier. He angled his fingers, a surge of pride flowing through him when a whine came out of you. "There she is~" He cooed, his thumb running harsh circles against your clit.

This was about getting you off. And his actions mixed with the way he looked down at you had you clenching. It was embarrassing how quickly he turned things around.

"Don't tell me you're cumming already?" He pouted down at you, quickly removing his hand, letting out a sadistic laugh when your fist balled up to keep quiet. "Where's the fun in that?" His fingers ghosted over your legs, the feeling making your thighs shake.

"Maybe I should make you beg me to let you cum." His eyes lit up at the thought. "You'd definitely be a mess at that point, no?"

"That's not fair." You were sporting your own pout this time while you tried to control your breathing. "So much for not cheating."

"Don't look at me like that noona." He tilted his head to the side, his fingers slowly making their way back to you. "All you had to do was say one little word but no," He cooed at you. "You wanted to make it interesting." He held back a laugh as you flinched when his finger ghosted over your clit. The corner of his lip twitching into a smirk instead.

"You could have told me you wanted me to call you that little word." Your voice was strained as he kept his contact light. "I would have done it, y'know."

His eyebrow rose, but he rewarded your hypothetical compliance with more pressure.

"Well, when you put it that way," He started, his finger working faster against you. "It makes this little bet seem worthless, no?" He licked his lips when your hand came up to grab at his forearm. "Too bad my ego's already bruised."

His free hand moved to grab your wrist before collecting the other one and pinning them above your head before his fingers were back in you. Same angle, faster pace.

You really chose the wrong button to push.

"C'mon, noona," He rasped when you immediately clenched around him again. "Just give up, already." His tone was softer, trying to coax you before leaning down and taking one of your nipples into his mouth. His teeth pulled at it while looking up at you. He let go, placing a kiss over your breast. "Wouldn't it be more enjoyable if you didn't have to fight it so hard?"

You let out a shaky breath. As much as you wanted to, something inside you refused to let yourself fail that easily. But at the same time, his fingers just felt too good.

"I know you're close," He groaned. "I can feel it." His eyes softened, pleading while letting out a moan of his own. "Just let go, noona."

His moan trigged something inside you and your legs shook as a pathetic cry slipped past you. You couldn't help the whines that followed while he helped you ride out your orgasm, his thumb hitting your clit intentionally. His hold on your wrists constant while he let you come down.

"Sounds like you lost." He chuckled and your eyes widened. You were about to cut him off and accuse him of cheating when he spoke up again.

"Did I take care of you?" He asked innocently, his hand slipping away from you and towards his mouth, his mouth covering them to clean them. His eyes stayed on yours until he finished. "In a way that Taekwoon couldn't?"

You didn't bother entertaining him. Too focused on trying to get your wrists out of his hold.

"We both know I'm stronger than you." His hold tightened and pushed your wrists further into the mattress as if to prove he wasn't using full force. "So, let's not embarrass you anymore."

"I'm not embarrassed. I'm mad you cheated." You narrowed your eyes at him. "Don't think I missed the mild overstimulation you tried."

He shrugged his shoulders, a sly smirk growing.

"It was an accident."

You fought more in his hold, wanting to wipe the smirk off his face.

"I'll let you go if you ask nicely." His smirk was now fully on display, giving your wrists another squeeze as if to remind you of the bet.

You both held eye contact as if the other would cave the longer you stared. He played dirty and you were still upset.

"If you say it, I'll give you a reward~" He cooed and you tried to buck him off of you, your face reddening as the situation wasn't in your favor. "Say the magic words and it's all over." He smirked, radiating pride as he watched you struggle.

"Let me go, please." You narrowed your eyes, still defiant. Even when he leaned back over you, his eyes right above yours.

"Try that one more time." There was a shift in his tone that had you swallowing hard.

You took a deep breath.

"Please, oppa." You said through gritted teeth. "Let me go."

You saw his lips tug again.

"Since you made me jealous earlier, don't you think it's fair I get to do the same?" He tilted his head and your eyes narrowed at him again. He debated on if his next sentence would land the way he hoped. "Say it the way Ji-"

"Oppa," You put some sweetness in your tone, a stark contradiction to the sudden strength your gained in trying to get out his hold. He was momentarily stunned before regaining control. "Please let me go."

"Well now I'm scared." He started.

"Don't be, oppa." Your eyes were already on the pillow to your side. At least he could die happy. "Why would you be scared of little ol' me."

"Actually. We can just chill right here." He nodded. "Neither of us have plans."

"Matthew." You started. "You have three seconds." You smiled up at him. "If you're such an oppa, I shouldn't be this scary to you."

He reluctantly let you go but was quick enough to jump to the other side of the bed to avoid you lunging at him. You were also just as quick to grab the pillow and make it on top of him, the pillow colliding with face.

"Who was she?" You said as you hit him again.

"I made up a name! I swear!!" He yelled before grabbing at the pillow and throwing it. His hands grabbing your wrists again when you reached for his shoulders. "Pinky promise." He tried, bringing your hands to his lips so he could press a kiss to them. "How can I make it up to you?"

You gave him a frown and moved to get up, his hands moving to your hips to keep you in place.

"C'mon~" He whined. "There has to be something."

He was too cute to stay mad at. You'd get him back later.

"You could start by joining me." You motioned to your naked form. You got up to give him space to work with.

"You gotta admit, though." He watched your face as his hands went for his belt. "Calling you noona did do something for you." He gave you a knowing look. "I've never made you cum that quick."

"Do you not remember you moaned when you said it?" You gave him a small slap against his chest while he threw his belt to the side. "And you did that thing where you made your eyes all cute." You slapped him again, his laugh filling the room. "You could say anything acting like that and I'd probably cave."

"Really, now?" He smirked at the confession, his hands moving to unbutton his pants, the sound of his zipper following. "Then forgive me for the jealousy thing." His eyes held the look you just described. He let out a small 'hm?' that sounded too much like a moan.

"Oppa was wrong."

[coldfanbou]

Boyfriend Thief

Here is the Chaeryeong fic. We get a little rough sex but enjoy.

Length 2K

Chaeryeong x M reader

"Then him,"

"No, he's my boyfriend." 

"You keep saying make sure your first time is with someone who's going to treat you well. I know he would do that; he's taking care of you."

"Chaeryeong…I know what I said, but I can't let you do that."

"Oh? Is he rough?" Chaeyeon gulps at the question, getting flustered at the question. "He is! I can't believe you like it rough!" 

"I-I do not! I mean, he isn't rough!" Chaeyeon yells back. Their discussion continued on like this for some time. In the other room, you could barely make out a few words here or there. It wasn't unusual for the sisters to argue when they got together. Of course, they got along well, but there were many fights you got to witness. You try to ignore whatever it is they're talking about and focus on watching tv.

"Unnie, it's just going to be one time."

"No, Chaeryeong. I'm not going to let you have sex with him."

"Fine, then I'll just find someone else for my first time," Chaeyeon mutters something under her breath, probably a curse before she relents. As Chaeryeong turns to exit the room, Chaeyeon grabs her wrist and turns her around.

"Okay, okay, you can have sex with him, but I don't want to be here when you're doing it. You'll do it next week, okay?"

"Thank you, Unnie!" Chaeryeong says as she hugs her older sister. "I'll go tell him." 

"No, don't. I'll do it." Chaeyeon says, stopping Chaeryeong from explaining the situation to you. 

"I'll hint at it then." Chaeryeong leaves the room before her sister can stop her. 

As they return to the living room, Chaeryeong immediately sits in your lap. "Hi, Oppa!" She cheerfully says as she wraps her arms around your neck. 

Chaeryeong has always been friendly to you. She was nervous around you when you first started dating Chaeyeon, but as time passed, she became very comfortable. "Hi Chaeryeong, um, what are you doing?" You ask as you try to move her off your lap. You can feel Chaeryeong grind her bottom against your crotch. The sensation causes your member to stir and poke her. A few moments later, Chaeyeon comes out of the room, and you panic, worried about what she may think of the situation. 

Chaeyeon glances at you both, the sight of her sister sitting on her boyfriend's lap making her grimace. "Hey, so this is what's going to happen. I want you to sleep with Chaeryeong." She states plainly.

"What? You want me to do what?"

"Sleep with my…" Chaeyeon mumbles her final words as she looks away. 

"She wants you to sleep with me! You'll be taking my first time, Oppa." Chaeryeong repeats Chaeyeon's words happily. 

The entire situation confuses you, "What do you mean you want me to sleep with Chaeryeong?"

"I…" Chaeyeon struggles to find the words to explain the situation. She plays with her fingers as she tries to figure out how to tell you more.

Chaeryeong cups both of your cheeks and forces you to look at her. "Chaeyeon always said my first time should be with someone I trust, someone who will take care of me, and I want it to be you." Chaeryeong stops for a moment as if debating on saying something else. "I want you to take my virginity." You glance at Chaeyeon, and she nods her head. "I know you'll take care of me."

"I don't think that's appropriate, Chaeryeong." You reply, trying to find a way to let her down easily. "I just mean that it would be weird to…. " You stop, realizing that you could hurt her with your words and she could make a rash decision.

"But you're already hard; I can feel your cock pressing against my ass," Chaeryeong says. Chaeyeon can only watch in dismay as she's forced to lend her boyfriend to Chaeryeong. 

Chaeyeon wets her lips before speaking, "Sweetie, it's fine. I want to make sure…. I want Chaeryeong to have a good first time. You two can set up when you want to later." The rest of the evening is awkward as Chaeryeong refuses to get off your lap, grinding against you for hours. The teasing she does drives you wild as you feel her soft flesh.

To make matters worse, you couldn't let out your sexual frustrations with Chaeyeon because Chaeryeong chose to sleep between you two. Chaeyeon tried to argue, but it was of no use. Chaeryeong was stuck to you at the hip for the next few days, leaving you unable to relieve yourself. 

"Tomorrow, I want to do it tomorrow," Chaeryeong told her sister. 

"Fine, tomorrow. I'll be gone until seven. So just be done by then." It was the next day in the morning when Chaeyeon gave you a kiss and left for the day before you woke up. 

When you did wake from your slumber, you found Chaeryeong lying on top of you naked. She stared into your eyes as she used her thighs to massage your cock. As you slowly become erect, Chaeryeong smiles; feeling you get hard between her legs excites her for what's to come. "Oppa, today we're having sex." Chaeryeong dragged her breasts across your chest, her hard nipples pressing against your skin.

"What are you talking about, Chaeryeong?" You say as you slowly realize what's happening. 

Chaeryeong makes sure your shaft rubs against her wet lips. She continues to pleasure you with her thighs, "You're taking my first time today, Oppa. Chaeyeon already left so that we could be alone." 

"Chaeryeong-" You're cut off as she presses her lips against yours. You feel her tongue try to slip between your lips as she picks up the pace. Her nectar coats her thighs and your shaft as she moans into the kiss. 

"Oppa, I want you to fuck me like you do, Chaeyeon." She whispers into your ear. You're hesitant to make a move, but Chaeryeong's continued pushing eventually makes you. She places your hands on her ass, making sure you squeeze her cheeks. "You have such strong hands, Oppa." Chaeryeong moans as your hands dig into her soft flesh. As precum leaks from your cock, Chaeryeong giggles, "Are you ready, Oppa? I am." Chaeryeong aligns herself with your cock, rubbing the head between her lips. The teasing is enough to push you over the edge, and you pull Chaeryeong down suddenly, impaling her on your cock. "Oppa!" Chaeryeong screams as your cock splits her walls apart and stretches her pussy. The pleasure is overwhelming as you finally get some release, but it only makes you want more. You move Chaeryeong along your shaft as you buck your hips. "Oppa, wait," Chaeryeong mutters as she recovers. She grimaces from the initial pain.

"Fuck, you're so tight, Chaeryeong." You moan as you continue to thrust. Chaeryeong's grunts soon turn from pained grunts to beautiful moans as she becomes accustomed to your size. 

"You're tearing me apart, Oppa." She moans as you roll over to be on top. Your thrusts, assisted by downward force, go deep into Chaeryeong's cunt. You start kneading Chaeryeong's tits, playing with her nipples as you kiss her. Chaeryeong's moans grow loud as you plow her tight cunt. They bounce off the walls filling the room. 

Chaeryeong's body grows hot, and she begins to sweat; it plasters her hair to her skin as she drowns in pleasure. "Oppa, Oppa, fuck me harder," she moans, her hands weakly holding onto your arms. Hearing her beg for more turns you on; you lift her lower body and continue pounding. Now in a mating press, Chaeryeong's nectar drips onto her chest. Your cock pierces her cunt with every thrust, going deeper and deeper until you knock on her womb. 

Chaeryeong's tight pussy was different from Chaeyeon's. It held you tightly, refusing to let you go as if wanting more from you. "I fucking love your body Chaeryeong." You yell out. You feel Chaeryeong wrap her legs around your waist, pulling you in as you push deeper. 

"I love you, Oppa! I've always loved you!" She moans as she kisses you. You return the kiss, pushing your tongue into her mouth and taking control. Chaeryeong's walls clamp down on your cock as she begins to climax. "Cum inside me! Fill me with your cum, Oppa!" She screams. Your cock starts to throb, and your balls tighten as you wildly thrust. 

"I'm going to cum, Chaeryeong."

"Me too!" She cries as she kisses you again. You bite her bottom lip as you drive your cock deep into her womb and cum inside Chaeryeong. "Ahh! Oppa!" She moans, her walls painted white as her womb is filled with your semen. Chaeryeong milks your cock, her pussy taking all of your cum before she unfolds her legs. After you pull out, Chaeryeong reaches down, scooping some of your cum out of her pussy. She stretches her fingers, watching your cum roll down them. Her chest heaves before she yelps. 

You flip her onto her stomach and slide your cock between her cheeks. "You're such a tease, Chaeryeong. Rubbing your ass against me all the time." You press the head of your cock against her asshole and push it in. "I'm going to get back at you for all that teasing. Your body is too sexy not to use." 

"Ahh, Oppa, wait." Chaeryeong moans as she feels your cock enter her ass. "You're too big. You're going to break me." 

"Maybe I should." You say as you push more of your cock into her. "Fuck you're so tight. I might cum just from putting it in." Chaeryeong's ass was tighter than her cunt, her walls actively fighting you. Chaeryeong pants as she's slowly filled to the brim. As you ram yourself inside the final bit, you cum inside Chaeryeong's ass. You feel her asshole flex and relax as Chaeryeong cums too. She collapses onto the bed, and you lay on her, feeling her soft ass against your crotch. You pull out and slam your cock back into her, making her suddenly cry out. 

"Oppa!" You push her head down into the pillows on the bed with one hand while holding her waist up with the other. The longer you thrust into Chaeryeong, the more she moans until she begs you for more. "Oppa, more! More!"

"Cock hungry, aren't you?" 

"Yes! Yes! I want your cock, Oppa. I want it to be for only me." You spank Chaeryeong making her yelp.

"No, you're just my side piece. Chaeyeon is my girlfriend, remember?"

"No, Oppa. I'll do anything. I want you to only fuck me!" She moans as you bury your cock inside her with every thrust. The sound of your clapping bodies is music to your ears.

"Anything?" You reply. 

"Anything I want to be the only one," Chaeryeong repeats. Her moans become high-pitched as she cums again. You ram your cock into her a few more times before unloading into her ass again.

The two of you would go at it all day; each orgasm of yours was a creampie of some kind. It didn't matter where; Chaeryeong happily accepted it. When it was time for Chaeyeon to return, she suspected nothing. Chaeryeong told her how caring you were and nothing else. You and Chaeyeon wouldn't have sex at all anymore. Chaeryeong always just happened to interrupt and get between you. Chaeyeon got sick of the lack of sex and tried to confront her sister, but it didn't matter.

To make matters worse, anytime Chaeyeon was gone, you would fuck her little sister's brains out. Eventually, your relationship with Chaeyeon started to erode, but it didn't matter, as Chaeryeong had long since taken her place. Chaeryeong happily took your cock whenever you wanted her; it didn't matter how risky it was. Occasionally when Chaeryeong was gone, you'd fuck Chaeyeon, but the sex was lacking now that you were used to her sister's body.