#kim jisoo x fem reader

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Kim Jisoo x Fem!reader

Word Count: 3589

A/N: Ta daaaa! (Hides from questions of why this took so long)

“I don’t mean to pry,” Lisa began, lowering her gaze to you who sat exhausted on a chair nearby, nearly falling asleep. Lisa insisted you join them. “But how did you end up with a woman instead of a man? A wife? I’m not complaining, I rather like this arrangement. It’s new.”

Something boarding a scowl played on Jisoo’s lips as she slid her eyes from you, to Lisa. She wasn’t expecting her to come today, let alone at midnight. But when has Lisa ever showed up and announced it beforehand? She felt silly for thinking otherwise, and now you were missing sleep because of it.

 “There was a mishap,” she sighed. “The Asakoshi village elder thought he could trick me...sending a woman undercover as a man. I found out immediately, of course.”

“And you didn’t oppose it?” Lisa asked. 

“Well, even though I was surprised by their boldness, it wasn’t unwelcome. This change is proving much better than I anticipated.” 

“How so?”

“Jisoo didn’t pause to think, “To start, I actually like spending time with her instead of feeling forced to do my part by the council or village.  She’s very amusing. And...the way she speaks…she doesn’t know what she’s doing sometimes but I enjoy listening to her talk about what she likes. She's not self absorbed or obsessed with power like my other grooms…they were such a headache. I know I make her jumpy— she’ll have to get used to me, of course.”

Lisa nodded. “You’ve had some men like that in the past but still got rid of them though.”

It made sense, Jisoo thought. “Yes. Because I couldn’t bear to marry someone I don’t truly love—“

“Love?” Lisa interjected. “You love her?”

“I’m getting there,” Jisoo answered. “I really do like her; I truly want her to be happy with me.” And she’ll wait for you to like her too. Then she will love. Her gaze shifted towards you again. Your hair was falling in front of your face, and your head had dropped to your shoulder, your body slightly slumped in the seat. She clicked her tongue in a displeased manner, almost wincing at how uncomfortable you looked. That wouldn’t do.

“That’s enough questioning for now.” She spoke after a beat, standing up from where she sat. She walked over to you, and without another word from Lisa, picked you up carefully. You shifted briefly, snuggling into her neck. A moment later you tensed up, your eyes snapping open; so that— that comforting scent was… 

You began to struggle, heat creeping up your neck. “Jisoo, I—”

She cut you off, frowning down at you. “Go back to sleep, I’m taking you to the bedroom so you may rest more comfortably.” Jisoo glanced at Lisa, who has yet to leave, raising a brow.

“And here I thought you were excited to see me,” Lisa protested. Nonetheless, she smiled at the sight.  She could tell you’d last much, much longer than the others. It was exciting, and she couldn’t wait to tell the girls. Jisoo probably wouldn’t be happy if she did but, who cares?

When Lisa took her (temporary) leave, Jisoo began carrying you to your room. You thought she’d just drop you on the bed and leave. You didn’t expect her to change your clothes to something warm (much to your surprise; you were too tired to argue however, and let her) let alone get under the blankets with you, curling her arms around your waist.

Now you really didn’t think you could go back to sleep. It wasn’t uncomfortable laying with her, per se — but still. Still. You just couldn’t help but focus on the smallest of her movements— with each breath she took it ghosted the shell of your ear and neck; the feeling of her warmth encasing you like a cacoon. 

“Jisoo?” You murmured sleepily. “You’re staying?”

“Only if you want me too,” she whispered.

You stayed quiet, and Jisoo squeezed you a little tighter. And just before falling asleep, you felt her kiss the back of your head, one of her hands drawing shapes on your waist. 

.

When you woke up the next morning, you didn’t expect Jisoo to still be there. You were startled when you opened your eyes, shocked enough that your body tensed up and your breath stalled momentarily. The Kumiho was still sleeping peacefully, it seemed, but her legs were intertwined with yours, face nuzzled against your collarbone, all squished and puffy, with soft puffs of air leaving her slightly parted lips. 

You couldn’t resist the smile forming on your face upon seeing her, finding the moment oddly pleasing— cute, even, but as soon as the thought crossed your mind you shoved it away. Buried it deep, deep down where it can be locked away until it becomes nothing more than a notion foreign to you. You’re not supposed to find a woman cute, yet alone a beast, yet Jisoo wasn’t— what was she to you?

You glanced at the Kumiho again, taking in the inhumane ears and tails— tail, now; the others seemed to have disappeared during the night to who knew where. It was another thing that left you curious, interested, and it distracted your worries momentarily as you found yourself reaching for Jisoo’s fox ears that twitched every so often. 

You gently traced over one with your fingertips, the ghost of a touch(you don’t want to wake her), feeling soft fur and structured padding and cartilage that you wouldn’t have expected. It made you wonder if her tail felt the same, and maybe it was something you’d find out during your stay here. You didn’t want to wake her up with your curiosity. 

Among other things, you’d really like to be able to get up. It would be really great if you could. You would merely walk around, explore more of the mansion and perhaps find Jiseul or Keo-woo. Though, the moment you attempted to slip away, Jisoo stirred, and you ended up trapped once again, pulled back into position, and if anything, even more so stuck when you woke. 

A low sound of displeasure was heard before the Kumiho picked her head up from your collarbone, eyes bleary with sleep. “What is it?” She rasped, looking you in the eyes— who’s equally staring back with bated breath. Her voice was rough with sleep, but it was a very pleasant, alluring sound. It made your stomach churn in two ways: one because of fear— something you needed to learn to let go of�� and in another way you refused to acknowledge (they call it butterflies, don’t they?). 

“Nothing,” you replied stiffly, forcing yourself to keep eye contact despite thoughts of a sweet kiss resurfacing because of the proximity. “Good morning, Jisoo.”

A wide, otherwise sly, smile spread across Jisoo’s face. “Good morning, love,” she replied softly. “I love hearing you say my name.”

You didn’t say anything back, reeling over the endearment term, and Jisoo’s smile only grew. She gave you a squeeze to your waist. “When you wake up your heart sounds rather loud. Is something wrong, or… are you trying to flee?” Are you still unable to trust her?

“I wasn’t,” you spoke up, shivering slightly at the fingers caressing your sides. “W-What happened to your tails?”

“I simply put them away. They’re inconvenient and uncomfortable when I have to lay down. I can do the same with my ears.”

You nodded. “I see.” So that meant she could blend in with humans. The idea that Kumihos could be living amongst humans undetected in your village was a shocking revelation.

“Do you usually wake up at this time?” Jisoo asked. It was an early hour— six in the morning, and at this time the sun would just be reaching the top of the mountains. 

“I do, it’s hard for me not to. At this time I would have to get up to open my flower shop,” you explained, suddenly slightly sullen in mood. 

Jisoo was not a stranger to your sudden change in attitude and sat up fully, giving you her full attention. “You like to garden?”

You could physically feel yourself become happy at the mention of gardening. “Yes, I find it an enjoyable and entertaining hobby for myself. It’s nice to work with pretty flowers and have a part in taking care of them… I like seeing people smile when they’re given as gifts or a surprise. Not to mention they all have different meanings and you can combine them to portray a message and— sorry I’m rambling, aren’t I?”

“Not at all, it’s very interesting. And well, if you’d like to pursue that entertainment, I do have a garden here, as you know, where you’ll find anything you need, as well as any flower. I usually leave the maintenance up to the servants, and although I don’t like the idea of you getting your hands dirty when they would willingly do it for you… I suppose that’s the work that comes with gardening and what you like about it. What’s mine is yours.” 

You perked up, eyes wide with excitement, although still cautious. “Are you sure I’m allowed?” When Jisoo nodded you were filled with delight— you could just imagine yourself passing time in the garden, surrounded by what was familiar to you. (And you’ll even be able to learn about the ancient and exotic flowers as well)!

Jisoo almost cooed at your enthusiasm and how much energy you seemed to emit right now, wanting to simply smother you and everything dear to you— feeling her heart swell with warmth, fondness and if any more possible, love. Unlike a lot of other humans, you enjoyed the simple things and it was so endearing.  

“Would you like to get dressed for the day? I can get you something quick or you may choose from the closet. However, if you’re still tired, you may sleep more.” Jisoo suggested.

“No it’s okay– I can get dressed…. And, uhm, you can pick anything, if that’s alright.”

“Of course,” Jisoo said, and finally– she moved, giving you enough space to sit up and come to the edge of the bed. You watched her cross the room to the closet, searching it for anything she deems suitable for you. Her tail swished behind her in a smooth motion, left right right and left, and it made you smile, reminding you of an excited dog (beastly fox, in this case). Jisoo left the closet, coming back with a white and red modern hanbok. The skirt was a subtle red color, the blouse-dress white and embroidered with red carnations. 

“As you know, I usually have the maids do this, but I’ll feel rather envious if they get to dress you on such an important day; so do you mind if I do it instead?” Jisoo asked, her tone quiet, like she was too shy to speak any louder. 

You didn't reply immediately, and while laying out the clothes she glanced at you, wondering, waiting, before she decided to say something else. “But of course, you can do it yourself if you're uncomfortable. The only thing I’ll do is help with your shirt.” 

You shook your head, realizing your lack of response. What was important about today? “It's okay; you can help me.”  

Now that you've agreed, Jisoo doesn't waste any time unbuttoning your silk pajama top and sliding it down your shoulders. Her intense gaze made heat simmer beneath your skin, burning you from the inside out. The process of wearing the hanbok isn't long and dredging, especially when the only thing you had to do was lift your arms and let her assemble the pieces correctly once the base was on, however, Jisoo was delaying the process, appearing fixated on the expanse of skin.

“Jisoo?” 

She shook her head, placing the hanbok on the bed beside you. “This won’t do…” She said under her breath, looking conflicted. “I haven’t marked you yet.”

“...Marked me?”

“Because I’ve delayed the ceremony so you could become more comfortable with me, hoping for you to get adjusted before then, the others are curious as to why I did so; It’s tradition that on the first night a groom comes, they are marked. If you happen to walk around today unmarked, and I have an…audience, let’s say, they will come for you.” 

“Come for me?” 

Jisoo frowned at the thought. “Yes, they'll take you away, and some aren’t as docile and patient as me.”

“I don’t want that,” you expressed, a spike of anxiety making your heart beat faster. Who could you trust besides Jisoo? If she says she’s not like the other Kumiho… then how much worse are they? What if they are like the ones from the legends?..

“Then,” Jisoo started slowly, “I should make sure they don’t, yes?”

You felt unsettled. “By marking me you mean–”

“Yes, to make sure others will know you’re with someone already, so they don’t snatch you up and claim you before I do.” she explained.

“Others can do that? You must be joking.” Quite frankly, you’re in disbelief. You don’t understand– or, you just didn’t want to understand.

“I’m not,” Jisoo stated. No longer is her tone that soft and smooth one you favored. Instead, it's firmer– she’s serious, and she’s telling you it’s very true. “There are truly demons out there who’ll jump at the chance to take, and I won’t allow it if it comes to you. If they see you walking about with no mating mark, no indication you are mine, they’ll assume you’re a stray human that they can get easily at will.”

You swallowed dryly. You didn’t know how to respond, what to think, or how you should even begin to take that piece of information. The only thing getting through to you is that you could be taken. Kidnapped, and never returned– all for not being marked. You could possibly die along the way or never see your brothers again. Jisoo’s attitude about this told you all you needed to know– this is her world, not yours. And you must follow the rules. “Then– if I let you mark me, I’ll be fine?” You inquired hesitantly.

“You will,” Jisoo confirmed, searching your eyes. “But seeing as you’re somewhat reluctant, it can wait… I’m not here to bring you displeasure not to pressure you with this, it’s just something you should be aware of. So, in that case, you should–”

“No! Just wait,” You said, cutting her off, and before you could think better of it, reached out and placed your hand on top of Jisoo’s own that rested on your knee. The Kumiho looks at you with furrowed brows, slightly surprised. You take in a breath. “It’s fine, really. I’m just– I’m still trying to get used to this all. I’m not necessarily uncomfortable, but worried it might hurt– I don’t mind if it’s only a few marks.”

“Are you absolutely sure?” Jisoo pulled her lip between her teeth, concealing a smile, and her tail started moving again, albeit slower than before, yet still showing how excited she’s become.

“Yes. If you can keep me safe; please do. I can’t afford to go missing… And you've already compromised so much for me. I’m sure I'm difficult to work with sometimes.” You’re aware that what you ask is selfish, but you had promises to fulfill, and if you suddenly get taken by another demon other than Jisoo, who you aren’t familiar with and used to, things could be bad. 

“Then I will,” Jisoo agreed. She didn’t waste any time sitting on your lap, where she can have easy access to the smooth skin she's been eying moments ago. You shivered lightly with the first touch of Jisoo’s lips to your neck. You closed your eyes at the feeling of her lips kissing your jaw and throat, dragging across your clavicle with the occasional flicker of tongue. Your lungs ached for air as Jisoo mouthed at your racing pulse point, her fangs lightly scraping the skin. Your nails dug into her waist when she began to nip at your skin, just to the point of a dull ache, anticipating a bite. The bites aren’t heavy, yet they sting in a way that makes the area throb– however, when she runs her tongue over the small wounds, it makes the pain numb; you feel particularly weak when she does that, like a flushed and trembling mess. Seemingly satisfied with your neck, she moves lower, right above your bra at the swell of your breasts, and— “Jisoo,” you whimpered. “W-Wait. I think– not near there, please.” The feeling is entirely too much.

“I’m not doing anything bad, calm down,” She replied, all sultry. She paused for a moment to look at you, and god, you felt faint. Nevertheless, Jisoo continued her marking, and you threaded your fingers in the Kumiho’s hair messily, a desperate attempt to pull her away before she could work on the area but she didn't budge. Instead, she found it amusing, deciding to give open-mouthed kisses and– Jisoo stopped suddenly, releasing your skin with a soft sucking sound, leaving you irrationally disappointed but relieved at the same time (if that’s possible). She looked to the doorway. 

“Jisoo.” There was a stern voice speaking out into the room. You go rigid, trying to access the situation. You felt her arms curl around you, tight, secure, giving you a singular squeeze before retreating. Jisoo slid off your lap and sat beside you, glancing at you for a moment— a hint of a smile on her face— before looking to the side with an unhappy look, clearly unamused at the interruption. You shifted slightly to see.

Standing at the side of the bed closer to the door was a woman with a Hanbok style like Jisoo’s. She was no taller than Jisoo, had sharp, feline-like eyes, ginger hair, and a small mole below her eyebrow. What drew your attention was the set of furry orange ears on her head and the tail behind them. (The sight makes you wonder: is there anyone normal here)?

“What are you doing to her? Weren’t you told to take it slow until the ceremony? You know you can’t eat her now.” They lectured, and your breath hitched. Eat? What’s with all of them saying eat or devour? Are you some type of food to them?? It makes no—

Your thought process is interrupted when Jisoo runs a nail over where a hickey was slowly forming on your sternum, your attention immediately on her after. There’s a small pout on her lips and a slightly displeased expression to her beautiful face, telling you just how much she didn't like that you were focused on the visitor instead. It’s childish, and the area now hurts: you think internally. If this visitor wasn’t here maybe you would have dug your own nails– that do have some sort of length– into the soft pads of Jisoo’s ears to see if she liked it. 

“Jisoo.’ Another warning. The Cat-like Kumiho doesn’t seem fazed by her behavior at all. Nonetheless, it annoyed Jisoo more.

“Am I not even allowed to do this much, Jennie?” She voiced bitterly, reminding you of a child, once again, being given boundaries they don’t want to follow.

“You are, but isn’t it right to assume you’ve done enough for now? Look at her.” Jennie pointed at you, her head tilting in a way awfully cat-like. “She’s evident of your marks, so now, you leave her be. She needs to eat right now to regain her energy. Do you want her to starve?”

Jisoo glanced at you, then back at Jennie. Jisoo thought about saying yes, considering it’d give her more time with you, but then– your stomach growls; the sound is loud and telling, and it has the stranger smiling at Jisoo like she’s won a bet.

.

Very reluctantly, after finally getting changed, Jisoo let you go with the cat. 

“I’ll be with her, so you don’t need to worry.” Jennie rolled her eyes. “And while we’re gone, you need to go to the courtyard and organize your servants. They’re in a panic of excitement and concern for this human, as well as what preparation to make for the ceremony.”

“Ugh, can’t that wolf do that?”

“She’s busy with Lisa setting up things,” Jennie explained. “I'll be taking her now, and I can promise she’ll be safe with me– we don’t have to leave the barrier today. You may fetch her later in the day, or even after breakfast if you’re that impatient.”

“Do you have any questions?” Jennie asked once you were in the hallway. You didn't reply right away, turning to look back inside for a reason unknown to you, expecting something, anything– but you didn’t see Jisoo there anymore. She’s disappeared again. Jennie raised an eyebrow at you when an expression similar to disappointment settled on your face. A grin tugged at her lips, making you feel embarrassed.

You averted your eyes. “I do.” It’s hard to find the right words for what you wanted to ask– because there’s a lot you wanted to know. Jennie somehow knew, and assured you to take your time, and that you could be comfortable talking to her. “We’ll be seeing each other a lot from now on. You can call me  what Jisoo calls me, Jen, nini, or anything you like.”

“So I can call you cat–”

“No,” she hissed.

[insomniakisses]

Being the Omega

NSFW MINORS DNI // CIS HETS DNI

General Hcs -

soooooooo protective of you

like you literally always have to have one of them with you if you go anywhere

more chances than no its at least 2 of them

they like to do wellness checks on you

basically holding you to them and scenting and sniffing at your neck to see if your okay

there very instinctual alphas

cuddles is a daily activity

happens more than once a day and lasts sooo long

incredibly horny babies

like you have 4 alphas that almost always have semis

Jen and Lisa do fight over you quite often and it always leads to Chae or Jisoo stealing you

very respectful alphas though

they just love you so so much and want you safe, healthy and happy

Your Heats -

like most groups they prefer you dont go on suppressants

they wont outwardly force you off them if you do take them but there disapproval is clear

they just know they do no good

say the word heat around any of them and there hard and ready to go

take turns with you to an extent

see chae and jen dont mind sharing if its with each other but anyone else is a no

mainly because jisoo and lisa are too possessive to share and if they are fucking you they hate anyone else touching you

soooooo into breeding plugs and tape

if your in heat and not knotted your plugged or taped up to hold their cum

they all have the prettiest of cocks

Jisoo's cock

shes got a pretty lengthy cock

id say easily at the 7-8 inch mark

its heavy too, being thicker than average

has a pretty cock with a blushed tip

her balls are pretty even inside and hang just slightly lower than average but not much

thick potent cum

mommy kink

Jisoo Hcs

possessive baby

aggressive af when her ruts approaching like shit pisses her off so more and she only likes being near you

you wake up to her thrusting in you and nipping your neck

pressed her face to your neck ALOT

When her rut actually hits she goes straight to you

her scent so strong that your practically beggin for her

such a potent alpha so her happy trail is thick and her cum is SO fertile

her moaning is deep and loud

shes rough tbh.

takes you from behind or has you in a mating press

her rut typically lasts 2-3 days

Jennie's Cock

not as thick as jisoo's but just as long

pale cock with a pretty pink tip

her cock curves up slightly

she has 2 small and cute balls perfect to suck on

her cum isnt all too fertile

its runny and her loads aren't that big either

but babys cum is warm af

Jennie Hc's

cuddle monster

always uses the excuse its cold and omegas need heat to pull you close

just nuzzles and kisses at your neck

always ends in cockwarming and making out

baby LOVES making out

will whine for attention

when shes in rut baby is even more clingy and whiney

growls alot instead of just asking for what she wants / needs

if shes in rut she likes to have you ride her till shes shooting blanks

will mark you up SO much

im talking bites and scratches

such needy and whiney moans

cums so many times

just a needy needy baby who is so so horny all the time

her ruts are typically 4 days

daddy kink fr

Chae's Cock -

SO THICK

like she stretched tf outta your pussy

shes big in length too 8-9 inches for SURE

and she LOVES fucking balls deep

speaking of balls baby has some heavy ones

full of hot thick cum

shes relatively fertile

either just above or bellow average

definitely has a thick happy trail

but keeps it trimmed so she can show off her abs

her cock is for sureeee tanned with a light tip

heavy cock fr

always hard

biggggg loads

Chae Hcs -

horny 24/7

like I said always hard

loved just fucking you in missionary to bite and scent at your neck

its also easy for her to push you into a mating press when she needs to

cums so much

asks you to cuddle ends up fucking you all day/night

def has a size kink

daddy kink and breading kink too

likes tying you up

uses toys on you alot

likes how you moan and beg for her

probably likes the idea of food play

her ruts are usually 4-5 days

Lisa's Cock

BIGGGG

babys 8-9 inches

and thiccck

heavy low hanging balls

ones slightly higher than the other

they hit you with every thrust

such hot creamy cum

its that thick sticky kind too

tastes sooooo good

her cock has a slight curve

either up or to the side

thick happy trail and such potent / fertile cum

Lisa Hc's

she fucks deep and only deep

so you get so so stretched

cocky as helllll

always teasing you

definitely cums in your pants

like I'm talking your used pants she will jerk herself with them

such a daddy kink

calls you kitten

breeding kink

loves dirty talk

always hard and ready to fuck

will pull you for a quickie just before your about to go on stage

wears vibrating cockrings while she fucks you

falls asleep inside you and keeps thrusting

her ruts about 5-7 days

[cool-fancier]

Frozen Flame

Synopsis: A college student's long-held crush on Jisoo culminates in a passionate encounter, igniting a fiery romance that awakens deep desires and intimate connections.

Word count:4.2K

This was requested and if any of you guys do have requests of the girls , please do let me know and I promise I will try my best.

The campus was alive with its usual energy—a mix of laughter, conversations, and the sounds of footsteps echoing off the pavement. You were sitting on a bench near the art building, your sketchpad open in your lap, though your pencil had long since stilled. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the lawn, bathing everything in a warm, golden light, but your thoughts were elsewhere.

It had been another typical day, filled with classes and the usual interactions, but it was hard to ignore the ever-present undercurrent of tension that seemed to linger in the air whenever she was around. Jisoo. The raven-haired beauty who had a way of commanding attention without ever asking for it, who moved through life with a cool, collected demeanor that made her seem untouchable.

You had admired her from afar for a long time now—admired, and maybe even something more. But getting close to Jisoo was like trying to get close to a glacier; she was distant, impenetrable, and just when you thought you might be getting somewhere, she would retreat into herself, leaving you questioning everything. Even though you shared some classes and had mutual friends, Jisoo had always kept you at a distance, her interactions with you minimal, almost perfunctory.

— — — — —

Your best friend, Lisa, often teased you about your "cold crush," as she called it, though she knew better than anyone how much it affected you. Lisa was the opposite of Jisoo in every way—bright, bubbly, and always full of energy. The two of you had been inseparable since your first year at university, and she was one of the few people who knew about your feelings for Jisoo.

Today, Lisa had dragged you to a campus event, a small exhibition featuring the work of local artists. It wasn't really your thing, but Lisa was enthusiastic, and you never could say no to her. Now, as you sat waiting for Lisa to return from a snack run, your mind wandered back to the one person you couldn't stop thinking about.

You hadn't seen Jisoo at the exhibition, but that wasn't surprising. She didn't attend many social events, preferring to keep to herself or hang out with her close-knit group of friends—Jennie and Rosé. The three of them were practically inseparable, and you often caught glimpses of them together, laughing at some inside joke or deep in conversation. Jennie was the more outgoing of the trio, with a sharp wit and a playful demeanor that contrasted with Jisoo's reserved nature. Rosé was warm and kind, with a soft-spoken charm that drew people in. They were as close as sisters, and you couldn't help but envy the ease with which they interacted with Jisoo.

You sighed, staring down at your sketchpad. You had tried to draw, to distract yourself from your thoughts, but the blank page was a testament to your inability to focus. It was always like this when Jisoo was on your mind—an endless loop of what-ifs and maybes that left you feeling more confused than ever.

"Hey, Y/N! I got us some snacks!"

Lisa's cheerful voice broke through your reverie, and you looked up to see her bounding toward you, a bag of chips in one hand and a couple of drinks in the other. She flashed you a bright smile as she plopped down on the bench beside you, handing you one of the drinks.

"Thanks," you said, offering her a small smile in return.

Lisa took a sip of her drink before nudging you with her elbow. "You look like you're a million miles away. Thinking about a certain someone, perhaps?"

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't help the small smile that tugged at your lips. "Am I that obvious?"

"Only to someone who knows you as well as I do," Lisa said with a grin. "Come on, spill. Did you see her today?"

You shook your head, your smile fading slightly. "No. I haven't seen her since yesterday."

Lisa frowned, concern flickering in her eyes. "Y/N, you've got to stop torturing yourself like this. I know you like her, but if she's not making any moves..."

"I know," you cut in, not wanting to hear the rest. Lisa was right, of course. Jisoo wasn't making any moves, and yet, you couldn't seem to let go. "It's just... complicated."

"It doesn't have to be," Lisa said softly, her tone more serious now. "You deserve someone who's going to be there for you, someone who won't keep you guessing."

You nodded, though deep down, you knew it wasn't that simple. Jisoo might have been distant, but there were moments—brief, fleeting moments—when you thought you saw something in her eyes, something that made you believe she felt the same way. But those moments were rare, and they left you more confused than ever.

"Anyway," Lisa said, clearly sensing that you didn't want to dwell on the subject, "let's focus on something else. How about we check out the rest of the exhibition? I heard there's some really cool stuff in the next room."

You nodded, grateful for the distraction. "Sure, let's go."

— — — — —

The two of you stood up, and as you made your way through the exhibition, you did your best to push thoughts of Jisoo out of your mind. But it wasn't easy, especially when you knew that at any moment, you could turn a corner and see her with Jennie and Rosé, laughing and talking as if the world outside their little trio didn't exist.

The evening passed in a blur of art and conversation, and by the time you and Lisa left the exhibition, the sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the campus bathed in twilight. As you walked back to your dorm, you felt a little lighter, the weight of your earlier thoughts easing somewhat.

"Thanks for dragging me out tonight," you said to Lisa as you reached your building. "I needed that."

"Anytime," Lisa said with a smile. "Just remember, I'm here for you, okay? No matter what happens with Jisoo, you've got me."

You smiled, touched by her words. "I know. Thanks, Lisa."

As you made your way up to your room, you couldn't help but wonder what Jisoo was doing right now. Was she with Jennie and Rosé, laughing and talking, or was she alone in her room, lost in her own thoughts? The thought of her alone made your heart ache, but you quickly pushed it aside. Jisoo had chosen to keep her distance, and you had to respect that, no matter how much it hurt.

— — — — —

The next day was a blur of classes and assignments, and you tried to keep your focus on your work. But as the day wore on, you found yourself thinking about Jisoo again. It was like a compulsion, this need to see her, to be near her, even if she barely acknowledged your presence.

It was late afternoon when you finally saw her. You were sitting outside the library, going over some notes, when you caught sight of Jisoo walking across the courtyard with Jennie and Rosé. They were deep in conversation, and Jisoo's expression was as unreadable as ever. She didn't notice you, or if she did, she gave no indication.

You watched them for a moment, your heart sinking as you took in the easy camaraderie between the three of them. Jennie was talking animatedly, her hands gesturing as she spoke, while Rosé laughed at something Jennie said. Jisoo was more reserved, but there was a small smile on her lips, one that made your chest tighten.

Just as you were about to look away, Jennie said something that made Jisoo glance in your direction. For a split second, your eyes met, and in that brief moment, you saw something in her gaze—something dark, something intense. But before you could even process it, Jisoo looked away, her expression unreadable once more.

You sighed, your heart heavy as you watched them walk away. You couldn't keep doing this to yourself, couldn't keep hoping for something that might never happen. But even as you told yourself this, you knew you were lying. You weren't ready to give up on Jisoo, not yet.

— — — — —

Later that evening, you were in your dorm room, trying to finish an assignment, when your phone buzzed with a message. You glanced at the screen, your heart skipping a beat when you saw Lisa's name.

LalaLisa: Hey, wanna grab a late-night snack? I'm starving!

You smiled, grateful for the distraction.

You: Sure, meet you at the usual spot?

LalaLisa: Yep! Be there in 10.

You quickly gathered your things and headed out, the cool night air refreshing as you made your way to the café where you and Lisa often met. It was a small, cozy place, open late to cater to the night owls on campus, and it had become a favorite spot of yours.

When you arrived, Lisa was already there, sitting at a table near the window. She waved at you as you entered, and you quickly joined her, sliding into the seat across from her.

"How's it going?" Lisa asked, flashing you a bright smile as she pushed a menu across the table.

You returned the smile, though it didn't quite reach your eyes. "It's been a day," you said with a sigh. "I'm trying to get this assignment done, but my mind is all over the place."

Lisa gave you a knowing look, her expression softening. "Still thinking about her?"

You nodded, not trusting yourself to say more. Lisa didn't press, instead changing the subject to something light and trivial as you both ordered some snacks. The café was quiet, with only a few other students scattered around, their voices a low murmur in the background. It was the kind of atmosphere that usually helped you relax, but tonight, it felt like something was pressing down on you, making it hard to breathe.

As you sat there, stirring your drink absentmindedly, the door to the café opened, and you glanced up out of habit. Your breath caught in your throat when you saw who had just walked in. Jisoo, Jennie, and Rosé. Of course, they would be here—it was one of the few places on campus that was still open late.

The three of them were laughing about something, Jennie nudging Jisoo playfully while Rosé tried to shush them, clearly aware of the quiet atmosphere in the café. They hadn't noticed you yet, but you felt your heart rate quicken as they approached the counter to order.

Lisa followed your gaze, her eyes widening slightly when she saw who it was. "Oh boy," she muttered, glancing back at you. "You okay?"

You forced a nod, trying to keep your expression neutral. "Yeah, I'm fine."

But you weren't fine. You were anything but fine. The mere sight of Jisoo, so close yet so far, was enough to send your emotions spiraling. You wanted to look away, to focus on anything else, but your eyes were glued to her, to the way she leaned against the counter, her posture relaxed yet somehow distant, as if she was there but not really present.

Just as you were about to tear your gaze away, Jennie's eyes flicked in your direction, and she nudged Jisoo with her elbow. Jisoo looked up, following Jennie's gaze, and her eyes landed on you. For a moment, everything else faded away—the low hum of conversation, the clinking of glasses, even the presence of Lisa beside you. It was just you and Jisoo, locked in a gaze that felt like it could burn right through you.

There was something in Jisoo's eyes, something dark and unreadable. It wasn't the first time you had seen that look, but it was the first time you felt like it might actually mean something. For a split second, you thought she might come over, might say something, anything, but instead, she looked away, her expression closing off as quickly as it had opened.

You felt a pang of disappointment, but it was quickly overshadowed by the flutter of nerves in your stomach. You hadn't expected her to come over, hadn't expected anything, really, but it still hurt. And yet, as much as it hurt, it also made you wonder—what was holding her back? What was she so afraid of?

Jennie and Rosé seemed oblivious to the tension, chatting away as they grabbed their drinks and headed to a table on the other side of the café. Jisoo followed, her movements almost mechanical, as if she were just going through the motions. You watched her go, your heart heavy with the weight of everything unsaid.

Lisa's voice broke through your thoughts. "That was... intense," she said quietly, her eyes searching your face for any sign of how you were feeling.

You let out a shaky breath, trying to gather your thoughts. "Yeah," you murmured. "I don't know what to do, Lisa. I just... I don't know."

Lisa reached across the table, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. "Maybe it's time to make a move," she suggested gently. "I know it's scary, but if you don't, you're just going to keep torturing yourself like this. You deserve to know where you stand."

You knew she was right, but the thought of confronting Jisoo, of laying your feelings bare, terrified you. What if she didn't feel the same way? What if she did, but couldn't admit it? There were too many variables, too many unknowns, and it was enough to make your head spin.

But as you sat there, your eyes drifting back to where Jisoo was sitting with Jennie and Rosé, laughing at something Jennie said, you realized that you couldn't keep living in this limbo. You had to do something, anything, to break the cycle.

"I'll think about it," you said finally, meeting Lisa's gaze. "But not tonight. I just... I need to clear my head."

Lisa nodded, understanding in her eyes. "Of course. No pressure. Just remember, whatever happens, I've got your back."

You smiled, grateful for her support. "Thanks, Lisa. I don't know what I'd do without you."

The two of you stayed for a while longer, the conversation light and easy, though your mind kept drifting back to Jisoo. As you finally got up to leave, you couldn't resist one last glance in her direction. She was watching you, her eyes following your every move, and for a moment, you thought you saw something flicker in her gaze—something like longing, or maybe even regret. But before you could fully process it, she looked away, her expression unreadable once more.

— — — — —

The next few days passed in a blur. You threw yourself into your studies, trying to keep busy, trying to ignore the nagging thoughts of Jisoo that refused to leave you alone. But it was no use. She was always there, in the back of your mind, a constant, inescapable presence.

Lisa noticed, of course. She always did. But she didn't push, didn't ask questions, just offered her quiet support in the way only she could. It helped, but only a little. Because no matter what you did, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was coming, something you couldn't avoid.

It was late one evening when everything finally came to a head. You were in the library, trying to finish an essay that was due the next day, when you heard someone approaching. You looked up, expecting to see Lisa or maybe one of your classmates, but your heart nearly stopped when you saw who it was.

Jisoo.

She was standing at the end of your table, her expression unreadable, her dark eyes locked on yours. For a moment, neither of you said anything, the air between you thick with tension. Then, slowly, she moved closer, her steps deliberate, almost hesitant, as if she wasn't sure what she was doing.

"Y/N," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

You swallowed, your heart pounding in your chest. "Jisoo," you replied, your voice shaking slightly.

She didn't say anything for a long moment, just stood there, her gaze never leaving yours. Then, finally, she took a deep breath, as if steeling herself for what she was about to say.

"I... I need to talk to you," she said, her voice tight with something you couldn't quite place.

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. Your mind was racing, a thousand thoughts swirling in your head, but none of them made any sense. All you knew was that this moment, whatever it was, felt important.

Jisoo hesitated, glancing around the library as if to make sure no one else was around. Then, in a voice so quiet you almost didn't hear it, she said, "Can we go somewhere private?"

You blinked, caught off guard by her request. "Sure," you said after a moment, your voice barely above a whisper. "Where?"

She glanced at the door, her expression unreadable. "There's a study room upstairs. No one uses it this late."

You nodded, gathering your things and following her out of the library. Your heart was pounding, your thoughts a jumbled mess as you tried to figure out what was happening. Was this it? Was this the moment you had been waiting for? Or was it something else entirely, something you couldn't predict?

Jisoo led you up the stairs and down a quiet hallway, stopping in front of a small, unmarked door. She pushed it open, revealing a simple study room with a table and a few chairs. The walls were lined with bookshelves, the space lit by a single overhead light. It was quiet, almost too quiet, and you felt a shiver run down your spine as you stepped inside.

Jisoo closed the door behind you, her movements slow, almost hesitant. Then she turned to face you, her eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat.

— — — — —

The air in the small study room felt thick with anticipation as you and Jisoo stood there, the silence between you heavy with unspoken words. Her tentative nod, though subtle, was enough to set your heart racing. It was the first real crack in the icy exterior she'd always presented, a glimpse into the feelings she'd kept hidden for so long.

You took a slow, deep breath, trying to steady your nerves as you looked into her eyes. "Jisoo," you began, your voice soft but unwavering, "I've wanted to say something to you for a while now... but I never knew if I should. I didn't know if you felt the same way, or if I was just imagining things."

Her eyes flickered with something unreadable, but she didn't look away. That was all the encouragement you needed to continue.

"I like you, Jisoo. More than just... a friend or a classmate. I've liked you for so long, but you've always been so distant, so hard to reach. I kept telling myself that maybe I was wrong, that maybe you didn't feel the same way, but... I couldn't shake this feeling that there was something between us. Something real."

Jisoo's lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but no words came out. Her gaze held yours, and you could see the turmoil in her eyes, the battle between her fear and the emotions she'd been suppressing for so long.

You took a small, tentative step closer, closing some of the distance between you. "I don't want to push you," you said gently, "but I need to know. Is there a chance you feel the same way?"

For a long moment, Jisoo was silent, her gaze dropping to the floor as if she couldn't bear to look at you. Then, slowly, she took a shaky breath and whispered, "I do."

The words were barely audible, but they hit you like a wave, washing over you with a mix of relief and something deeper, something electric. She looked up at you again, her eyes filled with a raw vulnerability that took your breath away.

"I've felt this way for a long time," Jisoo admitted, her voice trembling slightly. "But I didn't know how to handle it. I didn't know how to be around you without... without feeling like I was losing control."

You stepped closer, close enough that you could feel the warmth of her body, the slight tremble in her hands as she kept them at her sides. "You don't have to be afraid," you murmured, your heart aching at the sight of her so vulnerable, so open in a way she'd never been before. "I'm here, Jisoo. I want this, too."

She swallowed hard, her eyes searching yours as if trying to find the reassurance she needed. Slowly, almost hesitantly, she reached out, her fingers brushing against yours. The touch was light, tentative, but it sent a jolt of electricity through you, setting your nerves alight.

"I don't want to mess this up," Jisoo whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

"You won't," you promised, intertwining your fingers with hers, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. "We can take this at whatever pace you're comfortable with. I'm not going anywhere."

She looked at you then, really looked at you, and you could see the fear slowly melting away, replaced by something warmer, something more certain. Jisoo took a step closer, and then another, until there was barely any space left between you. Her free hand came up to cup your cheek, her touch gentle, almost reverent.

"Y/N," she breathed, her eyes dark with emotion. "I want this, too. I want you."

That was all it took for the dam to break. The next moment, your lips were on hers, capturing her in a kiss that was soft and tentative at first, but quickly deepened as the pent-up emotions between you spilled over. Jisoo's hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as she kissed you with a hunger that matched your own.

You could feel her trembling slightly, the mix of desire and nervousness evident in every touch, every breath. Your hands found their way to her waist, pulling her flush against you as the kiss grew more intense, more heated. Jisoo let out a soft, almost desperate sound against your lips, and it was all the encouragement you needed to take things further.

Without breaking the kiss, you guided her backward until she was pressed up against the wall, your body crowding hers as you deepened the kiss. Jisoo's hands were in your hair now, her fingers threading through the strands as she held you close, as if afraid you might pull away.

But you had no intention of pulling away. You wanted this just as much as she did, and you were determined to show her just how much.

Your lips trailed from hers to her jaw, then down to the delicate curve of her neck, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses against her skin. Jisoo's breath hitched, her head tilting back to give you better access, and you could feel her pulse quicken under your lips.

As your lips brushed against the sensitive skin of her neck, Jisoo let out a soft sigh, her hands tightening in your hair as if anchoring herself to the moment. You paused, pulling back just enough to meet her gaze once more. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes half-lidded, but there was a warmth in her expression that made your heart swell.

"Are you okay?" you asked gently, your voice barely a whisper.

Jisoo nodded, her lips curving into a small, reassuring smile. "More than okay," she murmured, her voice tender, filled with a newfound confidence.

You smiled back, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. The two of you stood there, wrapped in each other's warmth, the intensity of the moment settling into something softer, more intimate. You could feel her heart beating in sync with yours, a rhythm that spoke of possibilities yet to be explored.

"I'm glad we're finally here," you said, your thumb lightly tracing her cheek.

"Me too," she replied, her voice tinged with a sweet sincerity. "I was so scared, but now... it feels right. It feels like it was always supposed to be this way."

With a gentle squeeze of her hand, you stepped back, giving her the space to breathe, to process everything that had just unfolded. Jisoo took a deep breath, her eyes still locked on yours, and for the first time, there was no hesitation, no lingering doubt. Just the promise of something beautiful.

"Let's take it slow," you suggested, your voice calm and steady. "We have all the time in the world, and I want to enjoy every moment with you."

Jisoo's smile widened, a soft laugh escaping her lips as she nodded in agreement. "I'd like that," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "No rush, just... us."

The two of you shared another tender kiss, this one unhurried, savoring the sweetness of the moment. When you finally pulled away, it was with a sense of contentment, knowing that this was just the beginning of something wonderful.

Hand in hand, you walked out of the room together, ready to embrace whatever the future had in store, knowing that as long as you had each other, everything would be just fine.

[scrtxai]

PERFUME - (YANDERE JENNIE X READER) PREVIEW

"Can you smell it?"

Her Chanel branded perfume stung inside my nose, feeling so dizzy that making only a nod is the answer for the cat eyed woman above me. Her chuckle slightly heard and the traces of one of her fingers on my collar neck.

I've been thinking about what she had done to that drink she offered just a while ago?

That drink…

The drink that I can't control myself…

I'm paralyzed, can't move nor push this woman away from me.

Her smirks get wider, biting her bottom lips while her cat eyes look at me full of something that I can describe well…

"Instead of smelling my perfume… Can you smell my desire for you, Mon Cherié?"

She whispered, red lips getting closer to mine only just seconds, attaching it hungrily. My body is getting hot.

Oh god…

What happened to me?...

My vision is getting blurry..

Only to feel her lips keep marking my neck, my skin…

CTTO Tenor

FULL STORY ON MY WATTPAD 

https://www.wattpad.com/story/343453996-perfume-yandere-jennie-kim

[bitchiswild]

Clingy

Blackpink x F! Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1k

A/n: I’m kinda jet lagged, so I get sleepy at random times but! ☝️I will try to write the requests in my inbox, give me time🙏

Requested

Since all the girls had been occupied with their separate schedules, you finally managed to align everyone's free time for a long-overdue movie night. The excitement was palpable as Jisoo arrived first at your penthouse. The moment she stepped through the door, you attached yourself to her like a duckling, following her every move.

You trailed behind Jisoo to the kitchen, standing beside her as she prepared snacks for the movie. Your companionship even extended to the bathroom, but Jisoo promptly kicked you out, a move that spared her privacy momentarily. However, your attention quickly shifted as the sound of keys jingled at your front door. Rushing to greet the newcomer, you found Jennie entering. Without hesitation, you leaped into her arms, catching her off guard. Despite giggling at your antics, Jennie only managed to extricate herself when she needed to remove her jacket. Pouting, you reluctantly released her, but the moment she finished, you resumed your hugging spree not wanting to let her go.

Jisoo, having exited the bathroom, greeted Jennie and observed your clinginess. "She's really clingy today," Jisoo remarked.

"Maybe because we haven't seen each other in a while," Jennie replied, her affection for you evident. You were like her baby, and the feeling of missing you was mutual. Her heart ached from being away from her maknae for too long.

Turning your head, you noticed Jisoo again, and like a magnet, you gravitated toward her, hugging her as well. This prompted a sigh from Jisoo and a giggle from Jennie. "I was only gone for a couple of minutes, Y/n," Jisoo said, gently caressing your head.

You shook your head, complaining, "A couple of minutes too long," as you buried your head into Jisoo's chest, inhaling her comforting scent that brought you back to your trainee days. Jisoo had always been a source of comfort for you.

As the trio—consisting of you, Jennie, and Jisoo—headed towards the couch, Jisoo more waddled than walked due to your refusal to let her go. The sound of someone at the door suddenly caught your attention.

"Hello! Anybody home?" the voice called out. Excitement filled the air as you quickly let go of Jisoo, rushing towards the voice.

"Chaeyoung!" you exclaimed with pure excitement, rushing into her arms.

"Y/n!" she exclaimed back, dropping all the things in her hands to hug you tightly. "I missed you so much!" she continued, grabbing your face to observe you, turning it into a playful moment that left you looking like a fish, courtesy of her gentle squeezing. "My baby is beautiful as ever," she whispered, planting a sweet peck on your forehead.

Sighing in comfort, your face buried into her neck, and your legs wrapped around her waist. Chaeyoung didn't mind; she loved every moment of it, gladly carrying you to the living room where the other girls were.

Greeting them, Chaeyoung remarked, "Hey girls, Y/n is more clingy than usual, huh?" She questioned as she hugged them, even with you still attached to her.

"Yeaaa, she really misses us. She clung onto Jisoo and me for a while earlier too," Jennie updated Chaeyoung.

Chaeyoung settled in between Jisoo and Jennie, with you still comfortably on her lap. However, since Jennie and Jisoo were also around, you sought their warmth. You grabbed their hands and held on, sighing in comfort because almost all your favorite people were around you.

Just as you got comfortable, the sound of keys echoed near the door. Quickly letting go of Jennie and Jisoo's hands and getting off Chaeyoung's lap, you rushed towards the front door, excited that finally, all your favorite people were in the same room.

Lisa finished taking off her shoes, then noticed you opening your arms. "Y/n! My favorite member!" Lisa exclaimed as you ran into her arms, embracing her tightly. The rest of the girls in the living room chimed in with a offended "Hey!" Lisa giggled at their reply but still held onto you tightly as she made her way toward them, greeting each one. "Just to warn you, Y/n is very clingy today." Jisoo said.

"I can see that," Lisa replied, looking down at you in her arms and gently caressing your cheek.

"Y/n, are you ready to watch the movie?" Jennie questioned.

You hummed. "Wait, let me hug Lisa a little more," you said, eliciting giggles from the girls. Finally, you let Lisa go, and the movie began.

Throughout the entire movie, you sat in the middle, with Jisoo and Lisa on the floor, and Jennie and Chaeyoung on either side of you. You needed them to at least touch you in some sort of way, or else you would throw a fit. The girls understood you, and since you were their baby, they would do anything for you. While the movie played, everyone hugged your legs or arms, making you sigh contently in the warmth of their presence.

As the movie came to an end, everyone turned their attention to you, noticing your attempt to hold back tears. "Y/n, what's wrong?" Jennie asked with concern.

Tears fell as you answered, "I don't want you guys to leave yet."

"Oh, baby, it's okay. We'll sleep over, okay?" Chaeyoung reassured, attempting to comfort you as Lisa and Jisoo wiped away your tears.

"And we will cuddle with you all night long, okay?" Lisa added, making you nod with a smile.

"We love you, Y/n," Jisoo expressed, gently caressing your cheek.

"I love you guys too. Thank you for being here and dealing with my clinginess," you told them, feeling grateful.

The girls didn't mind. "You're our maknae; we would do anything for you," Chaeyoung said.

"Let's head to bed, yeah?" Jennie suggested, helping you up. The girls guided you towards your room, preparing for a cozy night.

"Can we hang out tomorrow?" you asked.

They all giggled. "Yes."

And with that, the girls entered your room, closing the door behind them, ready to enjoy a night filled with happiness and cuddles.

[regamoth]

Blackpink as your idol!gf (fem!reader)

⋆ Masterlist

⋆ This is only Headcanon.

⋆ Pairings: fem!reader x idolgf!BLACKPINK

⋆ Note: Let's go lesbians. Don't hesitate to send ideas! This hc is more about the way they would handle a relationship with a girl as the superstar they are. I'll probably do one about how they are in private.

Jisoo: She's probably the one who cares the less about haters. She even sometimes responds to people criticizing you and makes fun of them. She's a boss frr. She's quite discreet about you on Ig but she's proud to show you off from time to time. She loves when paparazzis take pictures of you too at the airport. Jisoo always holds your hand tight when you're walking together in public. She wants to do a badass photoshoot with you. Jisoo follows you and is ready to publicly put money into every project you have because she wants you to be the happiest. She's really careless, you can be proud of her.

Jennie: Jennie is already criticized about a lot of things, so she was very hesitant about making your relationship public. But now it's done, she's very, very happy about it. Fans grew happy about it too because since you're together, they've never seen Nini happier. You appear in half of her Instagram posts and stories. Her dogs love you too (that's a very important point to her). She brings you to EVERY event she goes to. Definitely does vlogs with you for her Youtube channel. The titles would be like «Making pancakes with my girlfriend» or, «Vlog in Paris with ❤». Medias love your couple, not as much as she loves you tho.

Rosé: Probably the most discreet of the girls about your couple on ig. She takes a lot of pics and videos of you but she keeps them private and waits for your engagement to make some of them public in a cute but sober post. She doesn't care about haters tho. She doesn't even read those kinds of bad comments. She said in an interview once that she's not going to apologize for who she is and who she loves, and that if people are not happy about it they can just block her and stop thinking about her. Your couple's life is almost normal thanks to her discretion.

Lalisa: She's the type to post silly pictures of you sleeping or just being goofy 😜 in her ig stories. Lisa is very sensitive so sometimes she's sad because she sees bad comments about your relationship, but then she sees you playing with her animals and she remembers what's really important: you (ooh- more cliché please). She definitely projects to write a song about you to put in the next Blackpink album (or in her next solo album if she ever gets one...). She hates when Dispatch is following you when you're on a date together. She once threatened a photographer to get him fired if he didn't let you girls alone. She also likes to bring you to events. She wants you to ✨shine✨

Found this on Pinterest 👀

[yawn-junn]

Hiii could you please do a blackpink reaction to meeting their fem s/o for the first time (also could the s/o have tattos and is slightly chubby, but also muscular)

Thank youuuu

♡︎How you meet♡︎

(:̲̅:̲̅:[̲̅:★:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) (:̲̅:̲̅:[̲̅:A/N:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) (:̲̅:̲̅:[̲̅:★:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)

for sure although I'm not gonna specify what the reader looks like so you can imagine that bit I wanna make it as inclusive as I can

(:̲̅:̲̅:[̲̅:★:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) (:̲̅:̲̅:[̲̅:A/N:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) (:̲̅:̲̅:[̲̅:★:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)

TW:

(:̲̅:̲̅:[̲̅:★:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)  (:̲̅:̲̅:[̲̅:★:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)  (:̲̅:̲̅:[̲̅:★:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)

𝓙𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓮♪

You and Jennie met on set for her solo 'Solo' you were the makeup artist for the shoot and of course working on Jennies face caused you two to talk before you could leave and pack up for the day to go home Jennie tapped your arm and asked for you number and if she could take you on a date that weekend of course you agreed

𝓙𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓸♪

You and Jisoo met when she was making her solo album 'ME' you choreographed the dance for Flower of course you had to teach her the dance Wich caused you two to spend a lot of time together you asked her for coffee a month later and she agreed which is how the relationship between you and her started

𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮́♪

You and rosé met when she was back in Australia you were visiting (unless your from there) and you two passed by each other on the street and had one of those cliché meetings of you guys accidentally bumping into one another and you spilling your coffee all over you she helped you clean it and offered to buy you a new one

𝓛𝓲𝓼𝓪♪

You and Lisa met before blackpink became a group everyone was still trainee's when you saw Lisa perform Infront of the staff from outside the door you fell in love with the way she danced so later that night you found her and asked her to help you improve on your dance luckily she was super sweet and you guys became friends then that friendship blossomed into love

417 𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼

6-8-23

[asapjens]

you guys i’m so sorry :((( i’ve been so busy but WE’RE SO BACKK!!!!! any request????

[fanfiction4sooya]

Crazy over you

Author's note: English is not my first language so please be kind and talk to me if you want to, I'm new here. Requests are open! :)

Just something I wrote long ago.

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She was acting rather strange today. At the beginning of the day she was her usual self; talking, glancing at you, smiling warmly. That flirty smile that never failed to make you want to bend her over and fuck her senselless.

Almost a year before she became your submissive. You were friends who worked together, two young business women in a sea of men and women with a lot of bad intentions, especially with you two.

She was freshly out of a relationship that, as she said, was good, but not satisfying in terms of sex. She needed more. Wanted more, but without the complicated part.

So when she suggested a glass of wine and a proposition, you hardly had to think about it, glad that she came to you for help, to introduce her to the BDSM world. Your world.

She was a fast learner, eager to understand, to comply. It was as if being your sub was her second nature, just like being her domme seemed to be yours. A puzzle, ready to fit in the most natural way.

"As friends, nothing more right?" She was always quick to say. And besides sometimes your heart saying otherwise you always agreed.

"Of course, honey"

It was a game of control but it was also about care. You cared for her as if she was yours and she did the same for you. You had rules and she wasn't allowed to break them, unless she wanted to be punished. Sometimes she'd broke one, like skip a meal, just so she could get her punishment harder. She knew you hated when she did that.

You always fed her after a long session, washing her, bathing with her, reassuring her. That was your inner domme, but deep down you knew you enjoyed more than anything seeing her close her eyes in comfort when you soothed her bruised thighs, kissed and caressed her abused wrists.

You had other subs before, but having Jisoo was a whole other world.

You only had eyes for her. And besides knowing that it wasn't the same for her, you stayed. And you kept falling over and over again...

You usually kept it outside of work, but a lot of the fun part was there, since you spent basically the whole day staring at each other throughout the glass walls of your office, yours right in front of hers.

But after your last meeting at work she was avoiding you, ignoring your glances at her. That bothered you, but nothing much since she was busy and so were you.

"Did you eat, pet?" You texted her after lunch, since she went without you.

You could see her looking at her phone, and also when she put it down and turned to her computer.

'One' You thought. It was a rule, she had to answer if she had eaten or not.

One hour later, after no reply, you knocked on her door.

"Come in" She was looking down, but you were sure she knew it was you.

"This is for you" You gave her a little chocolate. "You should eat it" You put it on her hand, but she made sure not to touch your skin, still looking serious.

"Thank you, Y/N" Her voice was void of emotion. "But I am not hungry" She put the chocolate beside her full glass of water, making you raise an eyebrow at that. 'What is she up to?'

"Drink some water then" You were still standing in front of her desk, your figure hovering over it.

"No. Not thirsty either"

'Two'

You locked your jaw. She lost her defying look a little, but kept looking at your eyes.

"Right..." You smiled at her, a warning smile instead of your usual one.

Turning around to leave, you stopped right at the door, your back still turned to her.

"Did you had lunch, Jisoo?" You asked, a low tone, dangerous.

"I don't even remember" She said, simply. That made your blood boil on your veins. 'Three'

"See you at home, then"

She was in trouble. Oh boy, she was in so much trouble.

During the rest of the day you didn't look at her. It was hard, because that silk blouse combined with that black skirt was making you want to rip it off of her body, but you couldn't do that. She wasn't supposed to get an award for that behaviour.

On your time "together" you witnessed her being bratty but not on that level. That wasn't her usual self. 'Maybe there's something going on', you thought to yourself. At home you would have a lot of time to talk about it. After eating.

Parting ways at the parking lot, no glance or word were exchanged between the two of you. You knew she would need some time to get ready and head to your apartment, so you went home alone, thinking about cooking something for her.

It was 19 pm, usually she was there way before that. That wasn't helping your temper.

20 pm and nothing. Starting to get worried, you texted her.

"Where are you?"

Nothing. No response at all.

You waited, and waited, wearing a simple black dress, with a full set of red lingerie underneath it. Beautiful, but it seemed to be suffocating you. Or maybe It was the thought of something happening to her.

Putting the food you made in a container, you grabbed your jacket and your car keys, heading to her house. A lot of speed tickets later, you were at her door, calling her.

"Yes?" She answered.

"Where are you?" Your heart was racing, blood boiling.

"At home. Why?" You sighed, relieved.

"There's a package at your door. Go get it" You said, turning off your phone. A few moments later, you heard her turning her keys, opening the door.

Her hair was still wet, and she was dressed only in a grey t-shirt that left little for the imagination. You didn't look at her body; Although you wanted to, you kept your eyes on her surprised face.

"What..." She gasped.

"Exactly, honey" You said in a dangerous voice, your hard look on her face making her exchange her weight from one leg to another a few times.

"I..." She looked at her bare feet. "It's cold. Come in" Biting her lower lip, she swallowed. "Please" And so you did, walking past her into her living room.

"I cooked this" You gave her the small container. "But it's cold now, because I made it almost four hours ago when you were supposed to meet me" She was looking at the container, shame written all over her face, it was easy to see. Calming yourself down, you took a deep breath. "Would you mind explaining to me what is going on?" You were still hard on her, but a little bit less.

"There's nothing going on" She shrugged.

"So you did this because you wanted attention?" You stated. "You didn't eat, didn't drink water, you ignored my texts, you disappeared for hours only to get my attention? Something that is already all yours, honey?"

"Is It?" She blurted louder, a mix of sadness and anger. You furrowed your eyebrows.

"Excuse me, what?"

"Is it all mine?" She put the container on the table, coming back to face you very closely. "Is your attention all mine as you say? It sure didn't seemed like this morning"

You were surprised. She was always so careful with her words, always very calm and collected. Seeing her like that was a first, for sure. You stood your ground, clenching your jaw so hard it hurt.

"What are you saying, pet?" She opened her mouth fast but you stopped her, before she said anything. "Don't say anything you'll regret later"

You could see anger, agony on her. That broke your heart a little.

"This morning..." Her voice was more calm, sounding more like her. "That woman in your office" You tried to remember. "Mrs. Joo-Hyun"

"She was so pretty, so easy going. It seemed like you knew each other for decades. You were laughing so freely with her, so close, holding her hand and all..." Your mind remembered the moments before Jisoo started acting out. She was jealous. "And when I thought it couldn't get any worse you closed your door and rolled down those things, shutting me off!"

"You mean the blinds?"

"Of course I fucking mean the blinds!" She said exasperated. That almost made you laugh. Almost. "All I wanted to do was break that door down and take you away from her. Far away from the danger"

"What danger?" You wanted her to say it.

"The danger of her taking you away from me" It was so soft, her voice a mere ghost of what it was minutes before. "I was scared of you finding someone new, someone better. I am..." She sighed. "I am scared of someone offering what you don't have with me" She was looking anywhere but you.

"And what is that, honey?"

"I don't know. Boring, sweet sex. Kindness" She looked ashamed, bitting her lower lip again. "Something I told you long ago I didn't wanted" She looked up, holding herself together.

"You mean a relationship?" You put a lock of hair behind your ear, waiting for her to say it. She just shook her head in a positive manner. Your heart skipped a beat, dancing on your chest. "I see" You looked at your watch, a little nervous, but didn't let her see.

"She was a funny woman" She gasped, looking offended. You put your hand in front of her, for her to wait until you were finished. "A very funny widow"

"Oh..."

"She was trying to not let it get to her, making jokes here and there but she just couldn't hold it for any longer" She closed her eyes, ashamed of herself. "I was laughing with her because I knew she was about to lose it, as she did; so yes, I held her hand in comfort. And when it happened, I closed the blinds so she wouldn't have to deal with anyone giving her funny looks" Jisoo was holding hard to the side of her t-shirt, embarrassed.

"I..."

"And about me wanting anything with anyone else... You made sure to tell me a lot of times that we would never be anything more than what we are" You swallowed.

"I know what I said, I just..." She looked at your face, building up courage to tell you. "I changed my mind"

"Did you?" You were serious, holding your reaction, holding your dancing heart so it wouldn't dance away from your chest.

"And I understand if our arrangement ends up here and now" She propped her chin up, holding your gaze. "But I couldn't pretend anymore"

You narrowed your eyes, breath caught on your throat.

"All of that, all day, because you were... jealous?"

You circled her like a predator. She was squirming under your gaze.

"I am sorry" She said. Embarrassed, shy. You didn't like that. She was sad, in pain. You wanted to take it all from her.

"I understand, honey" You stopped in front of her, looking her up and down.

"Are you going to punish me?" She asked sheepishly, looking down.

You took a deep breath, blinking a few times in consideration.

"No" She frowned at your answer, opening her mouth to protest, but you interrupted before she started to say anything. "I don't think that's what you need right now, Jisoo"

That caught her off guard. At home, you never called her other than baby, honey or pet. Her eyes teared up in sadness. She thought you were leaving her for real.

"Right now..." You took a step ahead, taking off your jacket and letting it slip off your shoulders. "Right now I am going to make sweet, kind, boring sex to..." You stopped and looked at her eyes. She had this big amused look on her face that only made you follow your path and say what you wanted to say for so long. "The woman I love"

You ghosted her lips with yours, almost as if waiting to see if she would disappear, but she didn't. Deepening the kiss with so much emotion that you could feel her body tremble, caressing her face slowly, observing her almost melt at your touch.

"Come here, love" You called her softly, pulling her to the couch, feeling her smile onto your lips, a whimper leaving her perfect heart shaped ones. She was sitting on your lap, her back pressed onto your chest while you left hot kisses on her neck, jawline, anywhere you could put them on, making her squirm, trying to tighten her legs to cause some friction. Her underwear started to get damp just from those little motions.

She moaned louder when you made her grind onto your leg at a killing slow pace, holding her waist, guiding her.

"This is just- So, so..." Another loud gasp while she shut her eyes made her stop mid sentence. She was driving you crazy with only that, but you didn't want to scare her. You really wanted to make her feel painfully wanted.

"God, I want you so bad" You (who wasn't the most audible person in the room) said to her ear. But again, anything for her, anything to make sure she knew it was mutual, that you were hers as much as she was yours. "I won't ever let you go" Saying that made your heart race.

Without your help, she started going faster, you could feel her juices on your bare leg, her nails digging on your arms. "You are so wet, so good for me..."

"Please" She turned her head to the side to get a glance of your face. "Please, let me cum for you ma'am"

She called your domme name, making you catch your breath. 'That's hot,' you thought.

"Tonight you don't have to ask, love" She stopped her motions almost completely, a questioning look on her face. "Tonight..." You made her get up and turn to you, only to sit her on your lap face to face now. "You can cum how many times you want to, whenever you want to" Your right hand pulled her panties aside, playing with her wet folds, her eyes rolling back when you pushed a finger past them.

"So warm..." Her breath hitched, she was slowly fucking herself on you. She kissed you, but it was different. Sweet, yet demanding. Slow, but exploring.

"One more" She said, biting your lip. You could feel the goosebumps, feel your body tremble in order to hold your wish to do as you pleased. It was different from your normal self. Her on top of you, looking at your eyes like that.

One more and she went insane, pushing herself on your fingers, each stroke more erratic, more erotically loud.

Your left hand went from her hip to her hair.

"Just like that" Jisoo hissed, her tongue tracing your lips, her arms holding your neck. "I- oh god" She gasped. Tears forming on her eyes, a mix of feelings and pleasure. "I don't want..." You curled your fingers, fucking her faster.

"Tell me, love. What do you want?" You said softly, searching for her wet eyes.

"I don't want us to end" You could hear the truth in her voice.

"We won't" You said, eyes almost glued to hers.

She was on the edge, you could feel how her wet pussy was clenching on your hand. Your heart was so fast, but you didn't care. Not when you could see the adoration in her eyes, not when she was so lost in you that you could almost see the shape of her love. Kissing her neck, breathing her scent, breathing her, you couldn't think of anything else.

"I love you" Three words. So small, yet huge to both of you. It didn't slip off your lips, you meant every word. Her eyes were soft but full of lust, passion.

"I love you, baby" You said it again but louder, for her to be sure of what she heard.

Unbound. That's how both of you felt. She was moaning on your lips, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Now let go, love. Cum for me" Your thumb on her clit finally made it happen. Three more strokes and she came screaming, squirting on your lap, wetting the couch, your legs, your dress.

Holding you tight as if she was afraid of letting you go.

You stayed like that for a long moment, her breath steadying slowly. Taking off your hand between her legs you held her waist, her face hidden on the curve of your neck.

You heard a few sobs, but you didn't understand them this time. Still, you waited until she was ready to talk, soothing her, caressing her back, saying sweet words for her to hear.

"Do you really love me?" Jisoo said in a small voice, face still hidden.

"Do you wanna look at me, love?" You said in the same tone, heart so tight it hurt. You knew she didn't cry in front of anyone. She fixed her posture, looking at you. You took her face between your hands, taking your time to appreciate her.

Eyebrows, beautiful brown eyes, perfect little nose, heart shaped lips. You kissed her tears and then her eyes, her chin.

"I meant every word" Your tone was serious, yet calming for her. "I am crazy over you, baby" She smiled so big, a pink shade displaying on her cheeks.

"I love you too" She hugged you in a koala hug; legs, arms, everything.

"I know" You held her tight. "But..." You pushed her to look at your face again, a finger under her chin. Worried eyes meeting warning ones. "I won't let it slip what you did today" She bit her lip, fake innocence in her eyes. "Not today. But don't you ever forget how good my memory is, pet".

She smiled, happy to hear that you would still be her domme after everything.

"I understand, ma'am" She squirmed on your lap, looking for a round 2.

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Mischievous Woman [1]

Kim Jisoo x Fem!reader

Word Count: 7545

Prompt: In exchange for “gifts,” the village of Asakoshi sends a man to marry the female Kumiho residing in the village Highlands. You, a humble florist, take your brother’s place and are sacrificed and forced to marry Jisoo, a Kumiho, who could care less you're a woman or that you deceived her.

A/N: So here’s this— it kinda gives me IOTBS vibes lol. My sister actually requested I make a story like this, so I hope you guys enjoy it! Sorry it took so long to get out! But the picture though?! ❤️

Shallow, superficial, frivolous- Asakoshi

The village of Asakoshi was full of liars, cowards, thieves, and rapacious elders.

It wasn’t always like this. No, not before, when the village was a prosperous paradise (there’s no such thing as paradise, is there?), when people were humble and got by with what they had and could, when people smiled and didn't ask for more. When hearts were thought pure, where order was respected, where hierarchy didn't exist prominently, when the very thought of using weapons made people distressed. But deep down, greed was slowly growing in their hearts. They weren’t satisfied. There was always a need for more, more, more— and it was slowly tearing the society apart.

Perhaps things had become too predictable, too monotonous, and they started looking for excitement. Unbridled, malicious ecstasy. This enthusiasm was deceptive, disguised as a problem that made the people crave power— because power was required to rise and change. The town got addicted to fighting; governments fell apart, kingdoms arose, weaponry became a means of control, and Asakoshi's nature became chaotic.

 In the midst of the chaos, the Kumiho appeared.

The Kumiho were nine-tailed, half-human, half-fox spirits that were dubbed “saviors'' when they first appeared. They ended the fighting, alleviated some of the village's suffering, and came bearing gifts. The concept of gifts was enough for the people to ignore the Kumiho's appearance or their ravenous hunger, their diet consisting solely of the intestines of humans, and rarely, animals.

The villagers were to pay a price in exchange for the Kumiho's offerings, which included money, knowledge, healing, and fertility. The cost was significantly more. The Kumiho were given a sacrifice, which was usually a young boy or girl, or a man or woman. The victim was then thrown naked into the Highland forest, and the Kumiho were said to hunt them for food. And by doing so every several months, the villagers could prevent the Kumiho from slaughtering villagers to satisfy their hunger.

Over the years, the village settled down and the Kumiho continued to bestow gifts, and the humans continued to routinely offer sacrifices. There was a bump in the road; sacrificing two humans once a month was taking a toll on the population. The Kumiho and humans came to an agreement. 

Instead of offering a sacrifice, they would marry with the intention of merging the two races. Human and divine spirits would coexist. This strategy proved contentious since not all Kumihos chose to sustain themselves from eating humans, and not all Kumihos who don’t eat humans like them enough to marry them.

The Kumiho that ruled over the village present-day, looked for another husband. Another, because every potential man sent to marry has disappeared. The village speculates the ruling Kumiho kills them. However, the agreement was still in place, and perhaps the men sent to marry died from unknown, natural causes. 

Nonetheless, every few years a man is chosen to be married to the female Kumiho who lived in the Highland’s mountain forests— the land above the clouds, they called it, because it’s claimed to be so high up you could “walk on clouds,” and this has caused a shortage of young men in the village. Many parents and struggling families were eager to send their sons off to the Kumiho for reputation and to be lavishly rewarded by the village elder, as their decision would result in a new round of gifts from the Kumiho. 

…

In a village like this, flowers were your only escape. 

You were the village florist. You owned a popular shop in the market district where you made floral arrangements for special events and occasionally took on gardening jobs for clients. At home, you were the older sister to your two brothers, U-Jin and Seung-Min. The three of you lived alone due to your parents passing three years ago. Meaning when you were at work, U-Jin was taking care of Seung-Min at home. You trusted U-Jin with your youngest brother, as he was more responsible for his age due to your circumstances.

You were at your shop tending to customers and flowers when you heard horses whinny, you looked outside the window and froze briefly. Stilled, because it wasn’t just horses whinnying, the sound was accompanied by carriage wheels rolling over brick and gravel, as well as a man with a rich accent yelling halt! at the top of his lungs: a carriage man. You knew the elder (or, the village lord) was present. The village elder– a senile, crooked-toothed, balding man in charge of the village and the Kumiho Trade. It was rare, but on some occasions he would parade through the village– you believe he comes when he’s feeling good about something; sometimes gifts, or when he is a drunk fool– collecting debts or…sacrifices. Nonetheless, anytime he was around it meant misfortune. 

He never came out of the carriage, and this is further proved when two herculean guards exit instead. The village elder’s guard were tall, beefy men with stone-cold faces and intimidating stances. They were shaped like warriors– thus the name herculean guards.

The carriage was parked in front of a first floor shop with the owner's home on the second floor. One of the guards stayed back while the other approached the shop. You found it strange that that particular shop has been closed for the whole week, but now you’re sure it was because they had something due and were trying to lay low. The guard rapped on the door and it opened a few seconds later. A rather drowsy-looking man opened it, and the clumsy smile on his face– ready to greet who was at the door politely– disappeared instantly. 

The guard and the man conversed for a few minutes, the man’s bodily motions becoming strained and seemingly angry as time passed. You saw the man shake his head, and the guard handed him a paper. “I can’t pay this– it's twice as much as before!” The man shouted, loud enough for spectators to hear.

The guard stood stiffly as the man pleaded desperately, unwavering. The man rubbed his temples, looking at the paper. “I can’t pay this at this very moment– but– but I can–”

“Insolence will not be tolerated. You have shamed the elder; you must pay.” the guard spoke, his voice clear and bold. 

The man stammered, looking distraught. “No, I’d never shame the Elder– I wouldn't think of it! I-I’ve just been in a tough spot this month–” 

“You know what must be done. You have four days to leave the premises,” the guard finished, and went to turn away only to be stopped by a hand taking hold of his bicep, eyes peering up at him.

“Just give me a few days, please! I swear I’ll — Agh!” In a matter of seconds the man was pushed and thrown onto the ground harshly. He was left writhing in pain as the guard continued to the carriage. 

The crowd that had formed began to whisper and gossip, making the man return to his feet faster. He was flushed red in embarrassment, having been publicly humiliated. His glossy eyes glanced at the spectators before they snapped back to his feet. “Dammit!” He yelled, wiping his tears harshly before storming back inside, the door slamming shut behind him. 

You could only imagine what he must’ve been told. What he owed, and how much of it.

The guard re-entered the carriage after the other, and it bobbed with his weight. He stuck his head out the small window and spoke to the carriage man.

You chapped your hands free of dirt, wiping them on your apron as you watched the carriage man yah! again and jerk the reins with a pit in your stomach. Just like many other viewers and shopkeepers, you had left the store and watched the carriage go to its next destination. You all wondered which unfortunate soul would be next, hoping it wasn’t yourself or family. 

The carriage continued down the street and to the bottom of the subtle hill and you crooked your head to get a better view. The carriage was heading in the direction near your home. Nerves began to make your fingers feel numb. 

You told yourself it would stop before reaching it, that they were just visiting a family near, yet the carriage continued.

It rounded the corner and crossed the rickety wooden bridge, and you could vaguely see its silhouette passing through the trees. When you could no longer see it you were scrambling inside your shop to flip the sign to “closed,” ushering customers out with apologies spilling from your lips. After you locked up, you ran as fast as you could to your house. Your heart thundered in your ears, fear gagged your throat, and tunnel vision clouded your judgment. 

You were one of the two homes in that section of the village. You had to get home. 

Why would they turn the corner and cross the bridge if they weren’t visiting you or your neighbors? You paid your debt for this month — so it doesn’t make sense why they’d visit you.

In the past, in a time of desperation and uncertainty, the month after your parents passed, you took a loan from the elder. A loan that would take you almost a lifetime to pay off if you didn’t have a shop or somewhat steady income. You paid a margin of your debt every month, routinely and sternly to keep the elder away from your family. And on top of that, the costs that come with running a business. Without fail. So why? Has another spontaneous cost been thrown at you that you weren’t aware of? Or was it something worse?

Your home shortly came into view. As you approached you saw that the carriage was parked in between you and the neighbors home, empty, and you were uncertain which home they visited. You prayed it wasn’t yours.

Ignoring the burning sensation in your legs and lungs, you threw open your front door. “Minnie? U-Jin?” You called out breathlessly and received no answer. You opened their bedroom door— empty. You checked in your room, which too, was empty. You peaked out the backyard and there was no sign of them playing. But as you got closer to the kitchen, you heard quiet sniffling from the living room.

“Minnie? Is that you?” You called again and entered the living room.

A small body ran into your leg and let out a cry, short arms wrapped around the limb with a tight grip. You looked down and your heart clenched. Seung-Min’s charcoal eyes swam with tears. “Minnie is scared,” he sobbed, bawling the fabric of your pants in his small fist, his lip wobbling. 

You kneeled down and wiped his tears, frowning at his distress. “Scared of what, Seung-Min? Where’s U-Jin?”

He buried his face into your chest and pointed across the room. Promptly, a surge of anxiety ran down your spine when you directed your attention to where he pointed. You took in a rather sharp breath, unconsciously holding your brother tighter to you when you met sharp, green eyes. They regarded you with mirth from across the room, and on the couch was the village elder’s wife, Dong-Woo. 

U-Jin was being held back by a Herculean guard to her side. You took a step forward, “U-Jin—”

“Not so fast, dear. How lovely of you to join us,” came her croaky voice from her scarlet-painted lips. She was adorned in jewels and garments, her presence even more overbearing with the two herculean guards at her side. How you managed to not notice them right as you walked in made you even more unsettled. “Do not be so tense, child.” 

You stood up straight. “What is this about? My shop?”

"Oh, (Y/n), this is not about your shop’s monthly payment, but slightly about your debt, perhaps. Although, it is good that you keep up with the dates." She chuckled. "Today, on behalf of my husband, I've come to see you and your siblings about your yearly sacrifices." You almost scoffed at that. You knew all about the sacrifices, it's hard not to when the village has a celebration each year based on the sacrifices made and the gifts received. "Thanks for another war-free year!" or "To thanks we've been blessed!" They’d say, and you think it's all nonsense.

You weren’t one of them, never will be. You avoided making sacrifices, having no need for the “blessings” or “gifts” the so-called god in the Highlands distributes. You don’t need wellness, fortune, or anything of the sort (even if such things could help with your debts, get your brothers proper education other than from you, and enable them to eat better). You’re quite satisfied with your life at the moment, despite it not being the best, and your brothers are too. 

"My yearly sacrifices? You've already made me offer one last month." You replied bitterly and Dong-Woo hummed, curling her bony fingers around her cane. "That's right, you have. But I need more from you."

"Then what is it?" You demanded impatiently, frustrated. You just wanted them to leave.

Dong-Woo laughed once more, this time lifting the wooden stick to point at your brothers. "Well, I had a word from one of my guards in the Highlands and it seems our god uphill is looking for a groom this year instead of a sacrifice."

"What does that have to do with U-Jin and Seung-Min?" You murmured to yourself, and then— then it hit you. You looked up with wide eyes, mouth agape. "You can't possibly..."

"Yes, it's exactly that. I am in need of a young man for their groom, and I immediately thought about your sweet brothers."

Your eyes snapped back to a tearful U-Jin and your heart dropped to your stomach. Your brother was chosen? “He is only fourteen,” you stumbled, your shock apparent in your mannerisms and expression.

“I’m aware.” She smiled. You felt sick to your stomach, nauseous at the onslaught of emotions you're going through; strong feelings such as fear and worry. “I’m sure you know we are running out of men of age? They’re all dying on the battlefield or have no debts to me— that’s while we’re looking into a new crop, despite how low quality this crop can be. Those of you in debt are taking on a new role: you are completely suspendable to the Kumiho Trade.”

“He’s still just a boy,” you said stubbornly.

Dong Woo sighed in exasperation. “Listen here, dear. I don’t care. I have a business to run, one that the village depends on. He will marry the Kumiho, and you have no say in the matter,” she finished sharply. Dong-Woo stood up and glanced at her guards. “Take him,” she ordered strictly.

On her command, the guards grabbed U-Jin. U-Jin struggled in their hold, and Seung-Min began to cry harder next to you. You had to do something— anything. “Please! Don’t do this!” You cried. You reached for Ujin desperately, eager to grab him before he went too far away as the guards dragged him away. “I promise I’ll work even harder to pay the debts, just— just don’t take him away! Please,” you struggled to grab his hand through the thick bodies of the herculean guards.

“Get lost!” One said gruffly, trying to separate you from U-jin. You were yanked to the floor, suffering a bad blow to your back. “Stop— please, just stop,” you cried. And then, as your brother struggled in the guards' hold and followed behind Dong-Woo, an absurd thought crossed your mind. “L-Let me take his place,” you whispered helplessly. 

Your quiet voice reached one of the guards, and he paused. In this moment of hesitation, you got up and pushed through them. You ran in front of your brother, hands outstretched in a protective stance. You stared past the guards at Dong-Woo who had stopped because of the commotion. “I will take my brother’s place!”

At your rather loud declaration, the guards froze, Dong-Woo turned around, and U-Jin snapped his head to you in shock. A few tense seconds passed, the air charged with tension.

“What did you say?” Dong-Woo asked, stalking up to you, her guards parting ways for her. She stopped right in front of you. Her green eyes were narrowed into slits that cut into your soul and you gulped. “Speak!” She yelled.

You took a deep breath, leveling your stare with hers. “I said— I said I’ll take my brother’s place,” you told her. Your tongue felt like lead and your heart threatened to break out of your chest, but you would get your point across firmly. 

U-Jin tugged on your sleeve, his head shaking side to side rapidly. Tears swam in his eyes. “No— no (Y/n), you don’t know what you’re saying— I can go. You don’t—”

“Quiet!” She yelled, eyes snapping to U-Jin with a fire in them. He jumped and shut his mouth, but his grip on your sleeve didn’t loosen. Dong-Woo turned back to you, scrutinizing your face and chest. “You, take his place?” She scoffed. Dong-Woo took your chin in her hand, her grip tight, tilting your head side to side. She then took a bundle of your hair. “Too long,” she commented, lips pursed. She dropped it and stepped back. “We’ll have to make some adjustments,” she mumbled. “Are you really going to take his place? No— are you prepared to marry a Kumiho?”

“Yes.” No, you weren’t prepared, not in the slightest. But you were not going to let them take your brother, or let him live in fear, miss all of his younger years, and burden him with marriage, with the worries of death or being killed. You would carry that weight on your shoulders, take all of it from him if you could. You clenched your fist at your sides. “Yes. But in exchange I want my brothers free from our families debts— your protection, your word that you will never put them into the Kumiho Trade. I want them taken care of by a good nanny: fed, clothed, bathed and kept warm, as I will be unable to do those things when I’m gone.”

Dong-Woo didn’t reply for a while. The silence was broken when a chuckle escaped her throat, followed by a surge of hearty laughter. She wiped her tears when she was done. “Amusing! You are so very amusing, you are. Even so…who are you to make demands of me?”

“I am nobody,” you replied simply, eyes trained on your brothers who watched the exchange with wide open mouths.

“Yes; A nobody!” Dong-Woo spat. She moved in closer, her face practically touching yours, and you had to suppress the urge to flinch. You held your ground, refusing to give into her intimidation tactics. She was stronger than you— much stronger. “I will comply, but just know, if you fail to be wedded to the Kumiho things will not go well for your family.”

You nodded.

Dong-Woo smiled crookedly. “But I suppose this could work— having a woman go in the place of a man. It will be an experiment; one that I will bet on— even if it’s absurd.” Dong-Woo retreated to the doorway, throwing her guards a look. “Send a Nanny over immediately. And take care of the rest of her demands; I keep my word. We leave for the Highlands at midnight. We will have to give our “groom” a makeover.” Dong-Woo left shortly, allowing you a few moments with your brothers.

Once alone, save for the guards at the door, U-Jin pulled on your forearm, frowning deeply. “(Y/n) you can’t go. How will I know you’re okay? That you’re not dead? What if they hurt you? I can’t lose you like mom and dad, please.” 

“I won’t let anything happen to me,” you promised, smiling shakily at him. You took his face in between your hands and brushed away a couple stray strands of his unruly bangs. Next to you, Seung-Min shook his head rapidly, his crying breaking your heart. “Minnie doesn’t want you to go,” he whispered. At this you leaned down and kissed his head. “I’ll try to contact you guys, okay?”

“But—”

“If I'm alive, I'll send a letter or come visit when I can within a month. If there's no sign of me or a letter...then I'm probably gone and the Kumiho killed me." You told them both, wiping Minnie's cheeks dry with your sleeve. He didn't say anything but sniffled lightly, nodding at your fifty-fifty reassurance. You pulled him and U-Jin into your embrace once more and then let out a shaky breath, biting your lip and squeezing your eyes shut as you felt more tears glide down your cheeks. In the background, one of the guards called out a timely reminder of one minute left. At that, you stepped away from them reluctantly, and when you pulled away and let your siblings go, you looked at each of them in turn.

Their faces were red, tear-stained and swollen from crying. Your lips threatened to upturn into a frown then, but you had to stay strong. "I love you both very much, and I'll miss you. Be good and stay safe while you wait for news. Don't worry too much either and make sure not to leave the house unless it's to attend the church or being with your friends." You started going over your rules and worries, things they should know and be prepared for. "And U-Jin, please watch your brother well, be with each other at all times. Right now, make sure you both eat and go to bed—"

"Get moving now!" Came the guard’s deep voice. 

You gave a fleeting hug to your little brother before the guards escorted you out the house. You then entered the carriage, and watched as your home got farther and farther with a pit in your stomach. Your legs shake heavily underneath you as you step out your house and onto the brick street, your eyes averted downward from the carriage you approach. Once you're near enough, the soldiers grab a hold of your wrists and tug you forward. "Come on girl. We don't have all day for this, you have a very important job." He growled, and before you knew it—you were being roughly pushed into the fabric-topped wagon.

…

This “make-over” Dong-Woo spoke of took place in public, just at the village's exit.

All you knew was that one second you were in the carriage, the next thrown out onto the cobblestone. Around you, male and female servants gathered, all holding objects and pales of water and such.

In a matter of moments, they began stripping you of your apron and clothes without a care about the temperature, or how you would feel—disgusted and embarrassed in front of their eyes. You swear there were a few taking you in, shamelessly checking every inch of your body when you were practically naked.

You were then pushed into a small chair, and a maid came up behind you with a pair of scissors. She was going to cut your gorgeous hair. “Don’t, please.” You said weakly. 

The rather old maid appeared startled at your voice before she glared at you. Without a word, she took the scissors and began to cut. With each snip your hair fell to the floor. The result was quite strange— seeing yourself without long hair. Your hair was shorter than before— cut just above your shoulders. 

After, they held you still while scrubbing at your body with harsh cloths, leaving your skin all red and raw, sensitive to the touch.

You squirmed, whined, and cried throughout the process because it was painful. Nothing came of it, of course, your protests and yells were ignored. You were practically tossed around like a doll belonging to a child who didn't know how to take care of it; tainted, changed, and ruined. What really broke you was the fact that they even cleaned, washed, and groomed you in places only your lover would be able to see—all right in the open. They violated you without care or consent, and if they did care, it was only about cleansing the filth from your body.

"You must make yourself presentable, you must be pure." The servants chanted over and over; again and again. It was almost as if they were possessed, really, or in this case mildly obsessed with getting a blessing out of your sacrifice, because even if you weren't accepted as a suitable bride they'd still get something out of it by offering you. Right after the cleaning, a few more of the village servants emerged holding garments, cosmetics, and types of accessories you’ve never seen before.

"Wrap her chest!"

"Attend to her hair!"

"Wash her mouth!"

By the end, they dressed you in male clothes: trousers, an upper garment, vest, and overcoat. A hat was put on your head and a short veil fell from the front, covering half of your face to distract those from the fact you were a woman. As it was custom, they made adjustments throughout and tailored the bridal clothes to make them easily accessible to be removed, or to put back on. (Something you didn't want to dwell on why.)

During the time they did this, they talked loudly about things. They talked about the wedding, of course, and the mysterious Kumiho residing in the highlands, but also about other events taking place during the ceremony. Some of them were scandalous. Others were highly improper. Nonetheless it all proved to make you feel worse. 

When you were done with the makeover, Dong-Woo appeared and you were back in the carriage, on the way up to the Highlands. It was pitch dark.

You sat across Dong-Woo, who was flanked by her Herculean guards. There was a silence after the carriage began to move, and you shifted around awkwardly. It was suffocating, sitting across from them and knowing you might never see your family again. 

Dong-Woo let out a sigh, looking at you. “I believe this might work. Other than your face, you could pass as a man. Besides, men can have pretty faces too,” Dong-Woo mused.

You looked at her and forced a smile, your eyes returning to the small window shortly. You were somewhat toned from yard work, your voice deeper than most women your age. You watched the carriage’s journey up the hill, the sun sinking lower and lower as time passed. As you got higher up, the greenery became more dense, and a fog rolled on the surface of the ground, becoming thicker and thicker. The temperature dropped quite a bit as well.

“It gets worse every year, doesn’t it?” Dong-Woo muttered, shaking her head. She noticed the troubled expression on your face. “Tell me; What is on your mind?”

“…How will I know where to go in this thick fog?” You asked.

“It is a test. You will find the Kumiho– or she will find you.” She said, a slow, grim smile spreading across her lips as she looked out the window. That is, if you survive in the forest long enough to be found. Perhaps if you are found, there was still a chance you’d be mistaken for a meal. It was unclear whether this Kumiho ate humans, after all. 

You nodded and clenched your fist in your lap, swallowing down a stubborn lump in your throat. You opted to not look at the window,  allowing yourself to save your energy for when you were really going to be challenged. You ended up falling asleep, however, it was not long before you were jerked awake by the carriage's shaky stop.

“We are here,” Dong-Woo informed. 

The carriage stopped in a dirt clearing, where a black flag was posted. 

“Out you go,” Dong-Woo said, throwing a dismissive hand in your direction.

When you didn’t move quick enough, one of the guards growled in warning. You left the carriage, and were immediately hit with the cool air outside. You shivered, looking around wearily.

You flinched when the door shut behind you with a clack and Dong-Woo moved to the other side of the carriage. In doing so, she saw the contemplation on one of her guard’s faces.

“What is it? Why the long face,” Dong-Woo scowled, looking at the guard to her right.

“What if the Kumiho becomes displeased with us if she finds out her husband is a woman in disguise.”

“…The Kumiho will accept our sacrifice.”

“But—”

“Hush! It is fine. If the Kumiho does manage to find out she is female– she will be ripped apart; it is but another meal for the god. Do you question me?”

“I wouldn’t think of it, mam.”

“Good. Now, let us go. I have much to do. Much to prepare. Gifts will be coming soon.”

You watched the carriage ride off into the fog with a heavy heart. Now you were truly alone. Left in the bitter cold; in darkness. You sucked in a breath and looked around. The forest wasn’t particularly inviting. The trees twisted oddly, and the branches reached out for you hungrily, almost beckoning you into their depths. The foggy mist made the forest seem alive, a part of nature itself; a living being, breathing. It seemed eerie, as though the forest was preying on you. A gust of wind rustled through the underbrush nearby, sending some leaves skittering over the path you had taken.

You chose to walk in a straight line, so you’d only have to turn around to go back where you started. 

That was the plan until it seemed like you were walking in a circle, each time ending up back where you started. The forest had to be enchanted by the Kumiho. Or maybe you just had no sense of direction in the fog. You simply did not have the patience or energy to deal with this situation calmly. In all honesty you were worried. You could be eaten or attacked by some wild animal, and for worse, the Kumiho finds you and kills you. You’d never have a chance to see your brothers again. 

You tripped on an exposed root, scraping your palms and bruising your knees through your trousers. You hissed, feeling tears threaten to fall. It sucked. It really did. 

Just when you were going to break down and give up, you heard voices. You stilled, listening to the crunching of leaves and twigs: someone walking, and the chatter of two individuals. The voices were child-like, and it soothed your nerves slightly.

 “...will be very angry with us if we don’t find him.”

“L-Let’s just keep looking, alright? I heard something over there…”

Their footsteps began to fade, and in desperation, you followed the voices. You ran in the direction you believed you heard them, but there were no more sounds. No voices, no footsteps, nor animals or crickets buzzing. It was an odd silence, and it made you tense. You continued to walk. Those people couldn’t have gotten that far, so where were they? Were you imagining things? 

The more you looked for the owners of the voices the more you believed you were going crazy. 

Drowning yourself in your thoughts, mindlessly walking, you were startled when two children simply appeared in front of you. A high-pitched yelp left you as you stumbled backwards in shock. 

“Found ya’!” The little girl giggled, clapping her hands as she bounced up and down. The bell in her hair jingled as she did so.

“More like he found us…” the boy muttered, hand wrapping around your own hand gingerly. 

You looked at him, speaking in a slightly lower tone. “Who…who are you two?”

“Ah — me? I’m Keo-woo!” The girl answered, taking your other hand. The girl had black hair, it was tied into a ponytail with a white ribbon. She wore a white mask that concealed her identity, and black lines — much like children scribbling — created a clumsy face: two black eyes and a smile. 

“Jiseul…” The boy answered quietly, peering at you through his dark bangs. He too, wore a mask, except it was cracked open on one side, allowing you to see part of his face and one of his black eyes. The mask was painted with seemingly random black circles and streaks, the color an off-white.

“We’re servants of the Kumiho, sent to find you,” Keo-woo said.

You nodded slowly, anxiety creeping into your bones once again. 

“We’re sorry it took so long to find you,” the girl said, dipping her head. “Jisoo wasn’t feeling…well. But now we’re here!” 

“Jisoo?” You asked. 

“The kumiho; her name.”

“Ah,” you said, nodding. You allowed the little kids to lead you wherever they pleased, they seemed to know where they’re going. 

“You’re oddly quiet,” Keo-woo mused, swinging your arms. “Don’t you have any questions?” 

“…I’m allowed to ask?”

“Yes, silly!”

“Does the Kumiho eat…humans?”

“I don’t know,” she answered. Your stomach lurched. 

You noticed a small trickling sound nearby, a water source. Through the fog, barely visible, it looked like a wooden house, its foggy torches creating a dull glow. 

The children stopped in front of it. “This is where we are to take you,” Keo-woo said. 

“Here?” You asked, slightly perplexed. This didn’t look like the stories you’ve heard, if it was the Kumiho’s home. It looked more like a servant quarters or a small residence.

“What a surprise that you aren’t dead somewhere,” a voice suddenly rang in your ears, far sounding. As the voice spoke, you noticed the Kumiho’s servants disappeared without a sound. They were no longer holding your hands, or anywhere in sight.

"You were crying, darling?" The voice spoke again. It seemed sweet, yet carried a hint of malicious amusement. "Is it because your clothes have been ruined? Fear not, I shall fix it soon enough, but it is nothing more than something to shield you." You tensed up at the sound, almost breaking your neck with how frantically you looked around for where it came from.

There was nothing more than trees and fog around you. But you didn't care about the clothes. Not at all. Although you cared who was speaking. Behind you, you felt arms circle your waist out of nowhere, and you were pulled back against someone's chest. 

When you tried to look behind, squirming in their embrace, a hand was placed on your neck, squeezing at your pulse lightly. A warning. They could snap or puncture your neck within a heartbeat, seemingly, and as you glanced down and noticed slim razor-sharp nails denting against the column of your throat. Not to mention the tips of their fingers were painted a dark maroon that trailed up their wrist. It looked awfully like stained blood.

You swallowed thickly, keeping your head forward. A light voice was heard then, all soft, undeniably sweet, and disgustingly carefree in terms of the moment at hand. "You're being obedient, and I like that. They spoke again, teasingly putting more pressure on your throat to the point you were scared their nails would puncture your skin. 

"I haven't got much time to play with you, sadly. Now, how about I take you somewhere better? I can't have my husband catching a cold. Humans are truly fragile beings." Now that the voice was closer it sounded smooth, slightly commanding, and you felt your cheeks warm up slightly from the alluring tone. In an instant, time seemed to slow and the world around them began to stretch vividly, almost warping, and you found yourself teleported to an empty room.

You fell to the floor once the warp was completed, feeling dizzy and unstable. You looked up, and staring at you was a figure wearing a fox mask that covered their whole face, and dressed in robes of black, gold, white, and red.  

The mask itself was white, and red marks and inscriptions sat below the eye of it, the eyes thin and slanted in a way that portrayed trickery, amusement, or a taunt-like manner. The muzzle of it protruded, and black-outlined lips curved upward into a sneering grin. 

Attached to the Kumiho’s dark hair was a pair of fox ears; white fox ears, and behind their back, nine white tails swished lazily. It definitely was a sight.

Your breath caught in your throat, and you backed up against the headboard behind you, lips parted slightly. 

The figure shook their head disapprovingly at your behavior, crossing their arms. "Why are you so scared, my love?" They asked, tilting their head.

When they took a step forward you grabbed the nearest pillow on the bed, holding it up in defense (even if you know it won’t do much). You didn’t respond, nor make any attempt to talk with how bad you were trembling, and because your voice could give you away. Yet, as soon as you realized this must be the “god,” and the thought of marriage came to your mind again, you released a pathetic noise, opening your mouth. “Please don’t kill me,” you spoke quietly, forcing an unnaturally deep voice that hurt your throat.

“Now why would I when you are my husband? Is that what you’re worried about?” You nodded rapidly, and they laughed. Their tails swished behind them out of pure excitement, almost like a dog wagging its tail. 

They brought their hands up, unclamping the mask and throwing it to the side. You watched it fall to the ground, and your eyes stayed there. Now you were even more scared, because what if their face was more frightening than their appearance? Nonetheless, as they took a step closer to the bed where you cowered, you glanced up at them— and it was a lot.

You were rendered speechless, unable to look away.

They weren’t ugly; they didn't have black, beady eyes. They didn’t have protruding cheekbones or major inhuman features. What they did have, however, was the normal appearance of a female human. Yet, at the same time it was something foreign to you, their beauty was out of this world.

She had dark brown eyes, almost black. Her hair was long and flowy, chestnut in color. Symmetrical beauty marks sat just next to the corners of both her eyes, and her facial structure was the perfect ratio, their skin smooth and honey-like. They had rosy, bow-shaped lips that stretched into a wide grin. If someone didn’t know better they’d call her an angel based on appearance alone.

It’s laughable, if those villagers must've been stupid to believe such, because standing here was nothing close to a deity— or angel for that matter. The only thing that relates is their powers, of course, but otherwise, they should be deemed as a demon; A Kumiho.

As you met their gaze, they smiled, their teeth displaying sharp canine fangs that made you visibly shiver. “It's a shame you think of me like that, because what you should be worried about instead is the condition of your body. “They’ve drugged you, haven’t they? I’m surprised you haven’t succumbed to the full effects yet,” she continued, nitpicking over you, and all the more so came closer till she was standing at the edge of the bed. 

Without warning, your ankle was grabbed and you were swiftly pulled towards the demon, her grip strong and unyielding. You tried to prevent it: burying your fingers into the bedsheets and clawing at them, but they were silk. Of course they were silk. The smooth fabric made it all the easier for the fox demon to slide you across the mattress because you couldn’t grip anything.

You found yourself face to face with the Kumiho. Another whimper left your lips, you were completely terrified. “Wait!” You gasped, dropping the imitated voice in the face of panic. “I was— just fine over there— please stop!” It began to sink in that you revealed your voice, and you froze.

The Kumiho faltered, raising their eyebrows at the change. She brought her hand up swiftly to lift up your veil, revealing your face that was so desperately covered. “Oh my,” she whispered, her voice containing more awe than shock. She was almost enamored, and you shrunk under her intense gaze. “Aren’t you just a pretty thing?” She said, taking in your features. You were mesmerizing, although you weren't the only thing that was. 

Your stomach dropped, and you had the urge, the sudden fight or flight instinct to run. Your hands twitched at your sides, and you were ready to shove— but you didn’t. The grip on your ankle was still there, warm and noticeable, and even if you worked your way out, how far would you even get? You could get lost, too.

Not to mention that the deity in front of you was someone all-powerful, with claws, sharp teeth, and most likely held powers other than teleportation that were unknown to you. Hence, there was no solution. You were really fucked.

Maybe this is truly where you die.

“I’m sorry for lying,” you blurted. “It was the village Lord— I really didn’t have a choice. I’m sorry, I’m really so sorry. I have two brothers to return to, and if I’m gone for too long or if you kill me they’ll get sold off or— who knows what,” you explained desperately. “I know I’m not a man, but please forgive me god—”

"Jisoo," The Kumiho interrupted.

"I’m sorry?"

"Call me Jisoo, if you say my name. Not god, that name is not what I am."

Yes, but what does that matter at the moment? You wondered. Is she taunting you? Making you say her name before you actually die?

"I—"

"Do you understand?"

"Yes, yes of course. I do. But…Jisoo, are you going to kill me now?"

"I already told you that I wouldn't." Jisoo reminds you, her eyes softening. "Do you wish for death that much, darling?"

You closed your mouth for a moment. You shook your head. “No I don’t,” you answered. “It’s just— I deceived you. Wouldn’t it be right for you to kill me?” You believe you should just shut your mouth, stop talking, but your mind is whirring and you're talking without any care. “You’re looking for a husband, a handsome man— and I’m not a man.”

"It doesn't matter what gender you are, nor how you look. You can still be my husband nonetheless. I rather like you, and I believe you're perfect for the role." Jisoo begged to differ. She reached out to caress your cheek, and you slapped her hand away.

"You know that's absurd." You scoffed, in disbelief.

The demon's fox ears flickered with irritation. "Is it really? Or is that just forbidden in your village?"

"It is," you answered quietly, "If you marry a woman you won't be able to be happy in any sort."

“Well, how do you know you can’t be happy with a woman? Have you ever done it with a woman?”

You bit your lip and looked to the side, eyes flickering everywhere except her. “Of course not,” you replied quietly. 

You had little knowledge on how it was done – as you've never done it before – and would rather keep it so. Being with a woman means you can’t have children; that you would be shunned; it’s considered taboo, and it’s just wrong.

Jisoo seemed to grin at that, much wider than before. She leaned in close, her hands moving up from your ankles before resting on your thighs firmly. “Shall I show you how it is, then, darling? Would you let me be the first to deflower you?”

Would you like to continue reading?

[insomniakisses]

Pegging You Reaction

Idol: Blackpink

Reader type: alpha, reader has dick but otherwise afab anatomy, g/n reader

Warnings/Notes: smut, omegaverse au, Alpha x alpha

Doesn’t want to fuck ur ass but does have toys

Has you sit on a vibrating dildo as she rides you

Makes out with you as she rides you

Either kissing you or marking your neck with kisses and bites

Your not aloud to cum till she says

She cums twice before she lets you finally cum

Once you do she’ll pull you into the shower and probably suck you off

Less fucking you more cockwarming

Makes you sit on her cock and lean into her as she holds a vibrator to your tip

Makes sure to jerk your cock with her other hand

Every time you moan extra loud she grinds against your ass

You end up a panting mess with cum everywhere shouting “mommy” as she pushes down on your tip with the vibrator, holding you in place by the base of your cock.

“C’mon puppy cum once more for me”

Has you kneel on the floor and suck her off as she stands over you first

“Make mommy cum and I’ll fuck your ass for you baby”

When she cums she pushes your head down to take her cock deeper

Only releases you when she comes down from her high

Then has you bend over the arm of the couch as she fucks into you

Calls the girls out to watch and tease you

If you cum before she says you can end up tied to a chair for the others to play with while she watches

So eager to try it

Buys plenty of lube for her big cock

Preps you with her mouth and fingers before sliding her cock in

Bottoms out and waits for you to adjust before picking up speed

Fucks into you hard and fast till your both cumming

Only stops when you’ve both got nothing left in ur balls

Runs you a bath to relax in and orders food after

[cool-fancier]

Between the Lines

Kim Jisoo x Female Reader

Synopsis: In the bustling halls of Seoul Arts Academy, two teachers—Y/N and Jisoo Kim—navigate playful rumors and buried feelings, discovering that love grows quietly, between the lines.

Word Count:2.8K

The beginning of the school year at Seoul Arts Academy always felt like stepping onto a stage, the same routine unfolding but with fresh faces and new stories yet to be told. You stood in your classroom, straightening a few stray chairs, taking a deep breath as students trickled in for your first history class of the day. The clattering of backpacks, the hum of low chatter—it was comforting, a reminder of why you chose this path.

“Ms. Kim, why do we have to study the past if it’s already happened?” a student, Min-seo, called out as she flopped into her seat.

You smiled at her. “Because the past has a funny way of repeating itself. If we don’t learn from it, we’re bound to make the same mistakes.”

The response was met with a few groans and chuckles, but you could see the gears turning in their heads, which was always a small victory. As the bell rang, you launched into your introduction for the semester, explaining the key events you’d be covering—revolutions, wars, peace treaties. The usual rhythm of teaching felt familiar, almost automatic.

But as you spoke, part of your attention wandered. You knew Jisoo was probably next door, handling her own set of students, the same light-hearted energy she always brought to her music classes making her students adore her. And, of course, feeding into the constant jokes from students and staff alike that the two of you were "Ms. and Mrs. Kim."

The teasing had started innocently enough. After all, you and Jisoo shared the same last name and had similar teaching styles—people always assumed there was more to your bond than simple friendship. At first, you laughed it off, but as time passed, those jokes began to linger, creeping into your thoughts during moments of silence.

— — — —

Lunchtime in the staff room was a sacred part of the day. It was where the teachers unwound, shared stories about students, and caught up on each other’s lives. As you pushed open the door, the usual suspects were already gathered—Jennie Kim sat scrolling through her phone, Lisa Manobal was leaning back in her chair with her feet up on the table, and Rosé Park was rifling through a stack of papers, no doubt grading last-minute assignments from her literature class.

"Look who it is!" Lisa called out, grinning as you walked in. "Mrs. Kim has arrived."

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips. "Very funny, Lisa."

Jennie looked up from her phone, raising an eyebrow. "Where’s your better half? Didn’t you two walk in together today?"

Rosé smirked from the corner, not even looking up from her papers. "Of course they did. They’re practically inseparable."

You grabbed your lunch and took a seat beside Lisa, shaking your head. "We don’t even live near each other. How do you all keep saying we arrive together?"

"Details, details," Lisa waved her hand dismissively. "But you’ve got to admit, it does look suspicious."

At that moment, the door creaked open, and Jisoo entered the staff room, her signature grin already in place as if she knew exactly what conversation she was walking into. She crossed the room with an easy confidence, dropping her lunch onto the table before sitting next to you.

"Am I late to the gossip session?" she asked, looking around at your friends.

"Perfect timing," Jennie said dryly. "We were just discussing your upcoming wedding with Y/N."

Jisoo let out a short laugh, her eyes sparkling. "Oh, yeah? When’s the date?"

You shot her a look, but Jisoo just shrugged, leaning in close enough that her shoulder brushed yours. It was a casual touch, one that might have gone unnoticed to anyone else, but you felt the warmth of it linger longer than it should have.

"Any day now," Lisa chimed in, winking. "We’ve already got the invitations ready."

"Great," Jisoo said, her tone playful, but there was something softer beneath it as she glanced at you. "I’ll make sure to wear white."

The conversation shifted after that—Rosé started ranting about one of her students who had tried to submit an essay full of song lyrics, and Jennie complained about how unprepared her third-year math students were. But even as everyone laughed and joked, you were acutely aware of Jisoo sitting beside you, the playful teasing that felt like it held something more underneath.

You weren’t sure when it started—this feeling that the lines between friendship and something more had begun to blur—but you couldn’t deny that it was there, simmering beneath the surface of every shared glance, every joke that lingered just a second too long.

— — — —

After the school day ended, the usual rush of students clearing out of the building was in full swing. You stood at your desk, organizing your lesson plan for the next day when Jisoo poked her head into your classroom.

"Hey," she said, leaning casually against the doorframe. "You doing anything tonight?"

You looked up, surprised by the invitation. "Nothing planned, why?"

Jisoo smiled, pushing off the doorframe and walking into the room. "I was thinking we could grab some dinner? I need to debrief after dealing with my first-years. They were especially chaotic today."

You laughed. "Sure, sounds good. Any place in mind?"

"How about that little Italian spot near the park? It’s quiet enough that we can actually hear each other talk."

"Sold," you said, packing up your things. The idea of spending more time with Jisoo, away from the students and the staff room gossip, felt like a nice change of pace.

— — — —

The restaurant was cozy, tucked away from the busy streets. Soft lighting and the smell of fresh pasta filled the air as you and Jisoo sat across from each other, menus forgotten on the table. The casual ease of your workday banter slipped away, leaving a quieter, more intimate atmosphere between you.

"So," Jisoo said, breaking the silence as she took a sip of her wine. "How are you really doing, Y/N?"

It was such a simple question, but the sincerity in her voice made you pause. You leaned back in your chair, thinking about how to answer. "Honestly? I’m okay. But this whole ‘Kim couple’ joke is starting to get under my skin a little."

Jisoo nodded, setting her glass down. "Yeah, I’ve been thinking about that too. It’s funny… until it’s not."

There was a weight to her words, something more serious than the playful tone she usually used. You felt your heart beat a little faster as she met your gaze, her eyes softer than usual, like she was trying to say something but holding back.

"You think we should… stop encouraging it?" you asked, not entirely sure what you meant by that.

Jisoo looked at you for a long moment before shaking her head. "I don’t know if we’re really encouraging it. I think they’re seeing something we haven’t figured out yet."

You stared at her, the words hanging between you. The playful, teasing Jisoo was gone, replaced by someone who was looking at you like they were waiting for you to catch up.

"Jisoo…" you started, unsure of how to finish.

She leaned forward slightly, her voice soft but steady. "I think we need to figure out what we are, Y/N. Because I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately, and maybe they’re right. Maybe we are more than just friends."

The admission was quiet, but it hit you like a wave, the truth of it undeniable now that it was out in the open. Your heart raced, a million thoughts running through your mind, but one thing was clear: this wasn’t just about the students' jokes anymore. This was real, and it was something you couldn’t ignore any longer.

— — — —

The days following that dinner felt different. The teasing from your friends continued, but now, there was something more tangible between you and Jisoo, something that made every glance feel heavier, every touch more deliberate.

One afternoon, as you sat grading papers in the staff room, Jennie, Rosé, and Lisa were lounging around, discussing weekend plans.

"Y/N," Lisa called over, grinning mischievously. "You and Jisoo coming to karaoke with us on Friday?"

You didn’t get a chance to respond before Jisoo walked in, overhearing the question. "Karaoke? Sounds fun," she said, dropping into the seat beside you. "We’re in, right?"

You nodded, unable to hide your smile. "Yeah, we’re in."

Rosé laughed, leaning over to whisper loudly to Jennie, "Look at them, already answering for each other. It’s like they’re married."

Jennie smirked. "Honestly, it’s getting kind of gross how cute they are."

Jisoo turned to you, her smile widening. "I guess we’ve been caught."

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help laughing with her. As much as the teasing still got under your skin sometimes,you loved it.

— — — —

The banter in the staff room that afternoon was light, filled with the usual laughter and teasing. But underneath it all, you couldn't ignore the subtle changes between you and Jisoo—the quiet glances, the comfortable silences, the way your conversations now felt deeper than before. It was like a new layer had been added, one that neither of you had fully acknowledged but was undeniably there.

Friday came quickly, and before you knew it, you were standing outside a small karaoke bar, the neon lights flickering overhead. Lisa, Jennie, and Rosé were already inside, picking songs and bickering over which genre to start with.

Jisoo nudged your arm, pulling your attention back to her. "You ready for this?" she asked, her lips curving into that familiar smirk that always made your heart skip a beat.

You grinned, pushing the door open. "As long as you don’t make me sing, we’re good."

The inside of the bar was warm, the low thrum of music filling the air. You could hear Lisa's voice echoing from a nearby room, already belting out an energetic pop song while Jennie and Rosé tried to harmonize through their laughter.

"Come on, we saved you the best seat," Lisa called out, waving you both over to the corner booth.

You slid into the booth next to Jisoo, the soft vinyl pressing against your legs as you settled in. The atmosphere was lively, but there was something grounding about being close to her, your shoulders brushing every now and then as you leaned back, listening to the chaotic but joyful sounds of your friends.

After a few rounds of terrible (but entertaining) singing, you excused yourself to get another drink. The cool air outside the karaoke room was a nice reprieve from the warmth inside. As you stood at the bar, waiting for your order, you felt a presence next to you before you even turned around.

"You’re avoiding the stage," Jisoo said, her tone teasing but soft.

"I told you—I’m not much of a singer," you replied, glancing over at her with a grin.

She leaned against the counter, her eyes lingering on you for a moment longer than usual. "I know. But you don’t need to be. It’s just for fun."

You smiled at that, but something about the way she was looking at you tonight—something more intent than before—made the air between you feel charged, like a quiet shift had happened without either of you realizing.

"Are you having fun, though?" she asked, her voice softer now, more intimate.

"I am," you replied honestly. "It’s nice… being here with you."

Jisoo’s smile softened, her gaze holding yours as if she was weighing her next words carefully. "I like being around you, too."

There it was again—that feeling. The weight of something unsaid between you, but instead of the usual teasing or playful banter, this moment felt heavier, more real. You could feel the words hanging in the air, waiting to be spoken. But Jisoo didn’t rush it, didn’t jump to some grand declaration or cheesy line. Instead, she just looked at you, her expression thoughtful, as if she was figuring things out right alongside you.

"You know," she started, her tone casual but layered with meaning, "I’ve been thinking a lot lately… about us."

Your heart skipped. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," she nodded, still looking at you, her gaze steady but not overwhelming. "I guess I just wanted to ask—do you ever think about… what this is? Like, what we are?"

It wasn’t the kind of big, dramatic moment that movies or books loved to paint, but it felt perfect in its simplicity. No over-the-top confessions, no grand gestures—just Jisoo being direct, honest, asking the question that had been lingering between you for weeks.

You took a breath, feeling the weight of her words. "I’ve been thinking about it, too."

A small smile tugged at her lips. "And?"

You hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words. "I don’t know exactly what this is, Jisoo, but I know that… whatever it is, it feels right."

Her eyes brightened at that, her shoulders relaxing as if she’d been holding her breath. "It does, doesn’t it?"

You both fell into a comfortable silence, the noise from the karaoke room distant in the background. There was no pressure to label things or rush into anything. It was just you and Jisoo, finally acknowledging what had been building for so long.

"So," she said after a beat, her voice lighter now, "what do you say we see where this goes?"

There was something so simple, so *real* about the way she asked—no expectations, no pretense, just a genuine offer to explore whatever this connection was.

You felt yourself smiling, your heart lighter than it had been in a long time. "Yeah. I’d like that."

Jisoo’s grin widened, and for the first time, the teasing, playful barrier between you felt like it had been lifted. It wasn’t some grand romantic scene with flowers or confessions under the stars, but it was yours. It was genuine, and that made it all the more meaningful.

"Come on," she said, nudging your arm with a grin. "Let’s get back in there before Lisa tries to sing another ballad. You know how dangerous that gets."

You laughed, following her back into the room, feeling lighter than you had in weeks. As you both slid back into the booth, the atmosphere between you felt different—not drastically, but subtly. It wasn’t just friendship anymore; there was an unspoken understanding, a quiet shift that made everything feel… easier.

— — — —

Monday came too quickly after the weekend, and as you walked into the school, you found yourself unconsciously scanning the halls for Jisoo. You hadn’t talked about what happened at karaoke since that night, but it hadn’t felt necessary. There was a quiet understanding between the two of you now, something that didn’t need to be spelled out.

In the staff room, Lisa was already there, drinking coffee and scrolling through her phone. "Morning, Mrs. Kim," she greeted with a grin.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the smile. "Morning, Lisa."

Jennie walked in shortly after, holding her laptop and looking stressed as usual. "Does anyone have extra coffee? My students are going to destroy me today, I can feel it."

Rosé followed behind her, holding a stack of papers. "I think you’re being a little dramatic, Jennie."

"Not dramatic enough," Jennie muttered, but her eyes flicked up toward you. "So, how was karaoke? You and Jisoo seemed cozy."

Rosé perked up at that, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Oh, *really*? Something happen?"

You hesitated, not sure how much to share yet, but before you could respond, the door opened again, and Jisoo walked in. She caught your eye, and there it was—that same soft, knowing smile from the other night. She didn’t need to say anything, but the quiet connection was there, unspoken between you both.

"Morning, everyone," Jisoo greeted, grabbing her coffee and settling in next to you, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Jennie glanced between the two of you, clearly suspicious. "Okay, something’s up."

"Nothing’s up," you replied, too quickly, earning a raised eyebrow from Jennie.

"Right," Jennie said, dragging out the word, her gaze darting between you and Jisoo. "Nothing at all."

Rosé leaned forward, grinning. "We’re just saying—it’s okay if something is up."

Lisa, ever the instigator, chimed in. "Yeah, because we all saw it the other night."

You felt yourself blush, but Jisoo just shrugged, casually sipping her coffee like she was completely unfazed. "What can I say? Y/N and I are just really good at making you all jealous."

It was the perfect deflection, light and playful, but even Jennie and Rosé couldn’t ignore the soft glances exchanged between you two. Maybe they didn’t need to push further. Maybe, like you and Jisoo, they knew that something had shifted—and sometimes, that was enough.

As the morning rush of students filled the hallways, you walked toward your classroom, and for the first time in a long time, everything felt like it was exactly where it needed to be. Not rushed, not forced—just unfolding at its own pace.

And maybe, just maybe, that was the best part of all.

[scrtxai]

SIMPLE MASTERLIST

BLACKPINK 🖤💗

OT4 SERIES

SINISTER 😈

SINISTER PROLOGUE

SINISTER  CH 1

JISOO

NOT AVAILABLE

JENNIE 

PERFUME (YANDERE ) 🔪🩸

PERFUME - COVER PHOTO 

THAT GIRL  🌧️

ROSEANNE 

ANONYMOUS 🌧️✉️

ROSE  🥵 🔥

LISA

NOT AVAILABLE 

[ts19009]

Seventeen Fic Rec's

(CONTAINS SMUT AND MATURE SUBJECT MATTER)

(Bold title means favorite)

(UPDATED: December 4th, 2023)

OT13

In Pursuit of Wedded Bliss (Updated Masterlist) (A Seventeen Regency!AU Series) @fantasyescapes17

seventeen fic recommendations

Kim Mingyu

In Soft Hands | Part 2 (Mingyu) @beahae (SingleDad!Mingyu x DaycareTeacher!Reader(f))

what’s your number?; kmg @nevernonline (synposis: after finding an online article about the number of sexual partners a woman should have, your day with your neighbor turns into him being lucky number eighteen. paring/s: model! mingyu x afab! reader, ft. little brother! chan.)

again and again ⟢(exes, fake dating, mutual pining, idol!gyu, vet!reader, mild angst, fluff, smut) @lovelyhan

creep (Halloween, ghost!mingyu, serial killer!mingyu, etc…) @smileysuh

Aphrodite (smut, friends to lovers, established relationship, fluff at the beginning) @highvern

Covert Desires (spy!mingyu x assasin!reader (fem!reader themes: spy au, mafia, enemies to lovers, fake marriage, mutual pining, spies, angst, fluff, killing) @etherealyoungk

Slowly; All At Once (fluff, best friends to lovers with Mingyu, boyfriend material!Mingyu, slight angst.) @gyuwoncheol

Hits Different (...'cause it's you) (1) (brother's best friend!au, brother!seokmin, fluff, angst, smut) @gyuswhore

His Smile(smut, fluff, slowburn, fake dating!au) @angelwonie

Parties, Yachts and Wishful Thinking (enemies to lovers, reader and Mingyu are rich, Mingyu is kind of an asshole but so is reader, parties, mentions of reader crushing on Wonwoo, drinking, cursing, tennis, yachts and pure filth) @ithinkilikeit-reactions

Other Mingyu recs @novalpha

we don’t usually hold hands (m) || kmg & reader (angst, fluff, smut, friends with benefits, idiots to lovers, sort-of-mean!oc, nice guy!mingyu, emotionally constipated!oc honestly) @gyukult

kim mingyu’s (unhelpful) guide to losing your virginity (smut, fluff, humor, college au, best friends to lovers au, friends with benefits au) @shuaflix

the very first night. (exes to lovers, roommates!au | romance, angst, smut) Link works on pc and through my reblog i think

OVER MY HEAD (brother'sbestfriend!mingyu, fratboy!mingyu, pining, friends to lovers, angst (only a little), reader's a chronic overthinker, slow burn, smut, f reader, oral (f receiving), penetrative sex, wonwoo's kinda absent </3, crying (blame mingyu), etc.) @hannieehaee

it’s all fun and games (mingyu x female reader ) @dontflailmenow

Hong Joshua (Jisoo)

Loverboy (regency era romance, historical, drama, slow burn, angst.) @starlightxsvt

cranberry concoctions (bartender!joshua x f!reader) @onlyhuis

Mr (not) so perfectly fine (Joshua Hong x Fem! Reader, not super relevant to the plot but, this is a Non-Idol AU, exes to exes with benefits, elements of angst) @hwanghyunjinenthusiast

the devil wears baby blue (mut (minors PLS dni!), strangers to fucking lol) @onlyseokmins

Virgin Killer (cheerleader!reader, nerd!shua, virgin!shua, he’s kinda cold in this but is lowkey still a soft boi, drinking, teasing, jealousy, reader has a little bit of a corruption kink, loss of virginity, oral sex (f and m receiving), unprotected sex, riding, multiple creampies, overstimulation) @wonusite

isohel (all time joshua fav) (slowburn, modern royalty au, angst, fluff) @toruro

mr. nice guy (, neighbor!joshua, joshua's muscles deserve their own tag tbh, oral (f receiving), alcohol consumption (NOT drunk sex), petnames (sweetheart mostly :pp), biting, spit kink, unedited as alway) @toruro

eyes meeting, hearts apart ⟢ (; bartender!reader, requited unrequited love, immense pining, angst, flowers, slow burn, smut (MINORS DNI)) @lovelyhan

Jeon Wonwoo

Jeon’s Anatomy - Cast (surgeon au) @hansols-yoda-boxers

Blown up love (gaming is all fun and... well, games, until you start crushing on the only person that takes pity on you and saves you from mobs.) @starsstuddedsky

I found love in your smile (doctor!wonwoo x lawyer!female oc) @wonlouvre

wonwoo reading list / fic recs part 3 ! @jeonride

meet cute of the century (meet cute, strangers to lovers, pining, discourse abt being an idol as a career, mild angst, smut) @lovelyhan

Licentious (babysitter au, cheating au, smut) @wonusite

to build a home (idol!husband! jeon wonwoo x actress!afab!reader) @tomodachiii

X + Y = YOU AND I ||( jeon wonwoo academic rival!wonwoo x fem!reader) @angelwonie

yoon jeonghan

just one day (fluff // angst // nonidol!au // brother's best friend // fake dating!au // they're idiots lmao // not edited nor proofread so pls bear w me lol // cursing and. two? kissing scenes.) @wonwoonlightligh

to live again (ime travel!au, childhood friends to lovers!au, slow burn, angst, some fluff, some humor) @viastro I WAS CRYING PLS READ

Pathetic Series @leejihoonownsmyhearthoonownsmyheart

Jeonghan’s Guide to Insurance Fraud (And Falling in Love) (fluff, angst, non-idol au, elementary school teacher!jeonghan, f2L, fake relationship) @starsstuddedsky

xu minghao

✧ the letter (slowburn, fluff, angst, childhood f2l) @toruro

✧ flight of the stars (mut (18+ / mdni), f1 au, brief high school au, angst, fluff) @toruro

✧ oh my! @toruro

fixer upper (s2f2l. “beg” minghao. LOTS OF PLOT with eventual smut. slow and i mean SLOW burn. some member slander(affectionate),) @seungkwansphd

Glacial Pace (fake dating au, friends to lovers, fluff, smut) @wonusite

To Keep You Warm @idyllic-ghost

Kwon Soon-young

My Best Friend's Mother (is the One For Me) — ksy (milf chaser!soonyoung, milf!reader) @rubyreduji

driving lessons for dummies (fluff, humor, smut, strangers to lovers au, college au) @shuaflix FAV ATM XD

be sweet (prince!hoshi x princess!reader) @heartkyeom

charity f*ck (virgin guy who lives with his parents!soonyoung, he’s not shy but he is very clumsy, a lot of texting so be prepared for that format for a lil bit (THIS IS NOT A SOCIAL MEDIA AU), facetime-sex, real life sex) @ncteez

[bscik]

JISOO - NSFW ALPHABET

A - Aftercare

If Jisoo is on top she will caress you and keep telling you what a good girl you are.  But if she is at the bottom, she will try to regulate her breathing and will most likely hug you and fall asleep.

B - Body Part

Jisoo loves your boobs.  She enjoys watching her boobs sway as she fucks you, or the boobs swaying on her while you fuck her just makes her feel even more wet.

C - Cum

Jisoo likes to cum on your face while she gets on you.  Afterward, she gets proud when she sees her own liquid on your lips and chin.  She likes you to cum on her fingers.  She will then look into your eyes and lustfully suck her fingers.

D - Dirty Secret

Even though she's been hiding it for a long time, Jisoo wants to have anal sex with you and has dreams of this kind.

E - Experience

An experienced woman has had sex with male and female partners before you, but she thinks you are the best, don't worry for nothing :D

F - Favourite Position

She likes many positions but she prefers missionary while she fucks you because she likes to see your face and tits.  She'll love the missionary position while you fuck her.  But also the scissoring position makes her very horny and hungry.

G - Goofy

It will be fifty fifty, half serious and half humorous.  In some cases Jisoo is 100% humorous or serious, the woman will be totally serious if you are punishment sex or rough sex.  She'll even frown and maybe spit in your mouth.  But if you're having soft morning sex, she'll totally make sweet jokes and make you smile while fingering your pussy.  (That woman is so hot omg)

H - Hair

She usually keeps her pussy clean as she likes to keep it clean.  Hair on her pussy is rare and she wishes her partner to be like that too.

I - Intimacy

Being romantic is part of it.  She loves you more than anything, and when you're done she'll kiss your forehead or wait for you to do.  During sex, she will hold your hand.

J - Jack Off

She will not have much time for this as she has a busy work pace.  However, she will sometimes do that.  She likes to spend time with herself and finger herself thinking of you.

K - Kink

She enjoys hardcore sex but she has a roleplay fetish and she also likes boobs.  There are dozens of nipple plugs for you and he loves to squeeze your nipples at all costs.

L - Location

She likes the walls and the bed, she'll want to fuck you over there, but she also wants to try having sex everywhere.  Bar toilets, parties, car etc.

M - Motivation

She loves when you look into her eyes and put your hands together in front of you.  That moment when you give her your full attention and don't give a fuck  the world... She will go crazy especially when you go and sit on her lap.

N - No

THREESOME!  She will never love, she will not love to share you with any man or woman.  She also hates things that seriously hurt.

O - Oral

She can eat your pink pussy every minute.  She is proud to give you oral sex.  She loves when you beg her for cum while she eats your pink juicy pussy like it's her last meal.  She'll definitely play with you and suck your clit until you cry and then say, "Not yet. Don't cum my little whore. "  She will pause and finger you like a maniac.  She also loves getting oral sex from you.  She wants you to do what she did.  But she will prefer to eat you. (Also she love eat your ass.)

P - Pace

She loves to fuck you rough and fast.  She'll choke your throat and rip your pussy in half with her strap as she confesses her love to you.  But she will still put her love into her work and kiss you with love.

Q - Quickie

She doesn't like them much, but she doesn't hate them either.  Even if she wants to fuck you for a long time, she will feel compelled to do it when she is busy and she will enjoy it.

R - Risk

She is open to everything, she wants to try everything with you, but after she does not like everything.  If she likes something, she continues to do it later.

S - Stamina

You are young and she is young too.  She will enjoy everything and will get at least 3 orgasms from you, and she will give as much.  Sometimes she will fuck you until morning.  (Lmao will do this by taking a break)

T - Toy

She has a 6 inch long pink strap.  She also has many different types of vibrators.  While she uses them all on your tiny pussy, she's got another 5 inch pink strap and dozens of different size anal toys for your ass.  Balls, spigots, anal vibrators etc.  She also has a dildo, which she often sticks to the floor with the sticky part.  With her, she wants you to take a doggy-style position on the ground and suck the dildo up your throat while she watches.  If you wish, she will do it too for you.  She loves sex toys.

U - Unfair

She will always make fun of you.  She'll keep saying you're her whore.  Sometimes she will do this to steal some information about you.  She will be glad to be able to get to know you more than you already do.

V - Volume

She moans quite loudly, not caring who will hear it.  Her voice is deep and strong.

W - Wild Card

She trembles when cum, its voice is high-pitched.

X - X-Ray

Her artificial cock is thick and long, and her pussy is pink and juicy.  You can feel the water dripping from her pussy as she rubs against you.  Her pussy will always be wet as a lake for your fingers and sweet as juice for your tongue.  She has the perfect pussy.

Y - Yearning

She has a very high sexual desire but has to manage it because of her busy job.  But that makes each of your sexes different and valuable to her.  That's the only thing she's grateful for.

Z - ZZZ

She feels tired and this triggers her sleep.  She will most likely fall asleep immediately and dream that she is fucking you again.

(ENDD)

{this is my first headcanon omg}

[0omillo0]

KIM SEUNGMIN X FEM! READER 𐙚₊˚⊹

a/n: pure fluff <33

syn: you and seungmin have been seeing eachother for some months. you were friends, yes, but you had feelings for him. ofc he didn’t like you back, did he..?

ᡣ𐭩

You had always wondered what it would feel like to be in love with someone who didn’t love you back. The kind of ache people wrote about in songs, or spilled into poems. You never thought it would feel quite like this, though—a slow burn in your chest that grew heavier every time Seungmin crossed your mind.

And Seungmin was always on your mind.

Your crush on him had been obvious for months, and although he was sweet, charming, and funny, he never made it clear if he felt the same way. You’d catch him staring at you sometimes, but he’d always look away, expression unreadable. You tried dropping hints, but Seungmin was impossible to figure out. After a while, you convinced yourself that he just didn’t like you the way you liked him. If he did, he would’ve said something by now, right?

Which is why you were sitting in a cafe right now with Jisoo. He was nice. Easy-going, and he’d made it clear early on that he liked you. So you thought, maybe if you gave someone else a chance, you could get over Seungmin. Maybe Jisoo could be the person to help you move on.

Your phone buzzed on the table, and you glanced down, unlocking it to see the message.

Seungmin:

Where are you?

read 18:40

You bit your lip, glancing up at Jisoo, who was rambling on about his plans for the weekend. He didn’t seem to notice that you were distracted.

You:

Out with a friend. Why?

read 18:42

There was a long pause. You could see the three dots blinking at the bottom of the screen, then disappearing, and then blinking again. Finally, his reply came.

Seungmin:

Never mind.

read 18:51

You frowned at the message. What was that about? For some reason, your heart skipped a beat, but you quickly shoved your phone back into your bag, determined to focus on Jisoo. This was good. It was a step in the right direction.

But that lingering feeling in your chest didn’t go away.

The next few days were strange.

Seungmin was everywhere, as usual—at mutual gatherings, in your group chat, sending memes to everyone except you. But there was something off. He wasn’t talking to you like he normally did, barely even acknowledging your existence. Every time you entered the room, he found an excuse to leave. When you tried to talk to him, he’d give one-word answers or act like he hadn’t heard you.

It stung.

By the third day, you were sure something was seriously wrong. Seungmin never ignored you like this before. Had you done something wrong? Said something that pissed him off?

Your phone buzzed again. It was a message from Jisoo, asking you to hang out tomorrow. You sighed, scrolling through your chat history with Seungmin, hoping to find a clue as to why he was acting this way.

But there was nothing.

Frustrated, you typed out a message to him, your fingers trembling slightly.

You:

Hey. Are you mad at me or something? You’ve been ignoring me for days. Did I do something?

seen 10:37

You stared at the screen, waiting for the three dots to appear. Nothing. Seungmin had seen your message, but there was no response.

Your heart sank. You tried to convince yourself that you didn’t care, but the truth was, you did. More than you wanted to admit.

That night, it rained. Hard.

You sat in your living room, the sound of raindrops pelting against the window almost soothing. The TV was on, but you weren’t paying attention, your mind too preoccupied with thoughts of Seungmin.

Your phone vibrated on the couch beside you, and for a moment, you thought it was Jisoo. But when you glanced at the screen, your heart stopped.

Seungmin:

We need to talk. Now.

seen 21:50

You blinked at the message, not sure how to respond.

You:

Okay? About what?

seen 21:51

This time, the response was immediate.

Seungmin:

About you. And Jisoo.

seen 21:51

Your chest tightened. Why would Seungmin care about that? Did he…? No. He couldn’t possibly—

A knock at the door interrupted your thoughts. Startled, you jumped up from the couch, heart racing. You weren’t expecting anyone.

But when you opened the door, there he was—Seungmin, soaked to the bone, his hair plastered to his forehead, water dripping from the edges of his jacket.

“Seungmin?” you gasped, eyes wide. “What are you doing here? You’re soaking wet!”

He ignored your concern, stepping inside without invitation. His dark eyes bore into yours, and for the first time in days, he wasn’t avoiding you. No, he was looking right at you, as if he’d been holding something in for too long and couldn’t take it anymore.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, his voice tight with frustration.

You blinked, confused. “Tell you what?”

“About Jisoo,” he spat out, like the name itself was poison on his tongue.

You stared at him, speechless. “What… What does Jisoo have to do with anything?”

Seungmin’s jaw clenched, and he ran a hand through his wet hair, his chest heaving. “Everything! How long have you been seeing him?”

His words hit you like a punch to the gut. He knew? How did he even—?

“That’s none of your business, Seungmin!” you shot back, feeling a surge of anger. “Why do you care?”

“Why do I care?” Seungmin laughed, but there was no humor in it. Just bitterness. “Because you’re seeing someone else. Because I thought you were—fuck, I don’t even know what I thought. But I didn’t think you’d just go off and start dating someone else.”

“You never said anything!” you shouted, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “You never showed any sign that you liked me, Seungmin. I’ve been waiting for months, hoping you’d do something, but you didn’t! So I moved on.”

Seungmin stared at you, his chest rising and falling rapidly. The rain was still pouring outside, thunder rumbling in the distance, but the storm inside your apartment was far worse.

“You don’t get it, do you?” Seungmin whispered, taking a step closer to you. “I liked you, Y/N. I liked you so much that it scared the shit out of me. But I didn’t want to ruin anything between us, so I held back.”

Your breath caught in your throat. He… liked you? This whole time?

“I thought you didn’t like me,” you said, your voice breaking. “You never showed it.”

“I thought I had time,” Seungmin admitted, his voice low. “I thought if I waited long enough, I’d figure out how to tell you. But when I found out about Jisoo… I realized I didn’t have time. You’re slipping away from me.”

You stood frozen, your heart racing as the weight of his words settled in. You weren’t sure how to process any of this.

“I was trying to get over you,” you whispered, not trusting your voice to be any louder.

Seungmin took another step forward, so close now that you could see the raindrops clinging to his lashes. “And now?”

You swallowed hard, your gaze flickering down to his lips before meeting his eyes again. “Now… I don’t know.”

Seungmin’s expression softened, and his hand reached out, gently cupping your cheek. The warmth of his palm against your skin sent a shiver down your spine, and your heart pounded so loudly in your chest you were sure he could hear it.

“Tell me to leave, and I will,” Seungmin murmured, his thumb brushing against your cheekbone. “Tell me to walk away, and I won’t bother you again.”

You opened your mouth, but no words came out. Instead, you found yourself leaning into his touch, your eyes fluttering shut for just a moment.

That was all Seungmin needed.

He closed the distance between you, his lips crashing against yours with an urgency that took your breath away. His hands were in your hair, pulling you closer, and you melted into him, your fingers clutching the fabric of his wet jacket.

The kiss was desperate, like he was making up for all the time he’d lost. And in that moment, everything else faded away—the rain, Jisoo, the doubts that had plagued you for so long. It was just you and Seungmin, tangled up in each other, finally giving in to what had been building between you for months.

When you finally broke apart, gasping for air, Seungmin rested his forehead against yours, his breath ragged.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ve been an idiot, haven’t I?”

You let out a shaky laugh, still catching your breath. “Yeah. You have.”

Seungmin pulled back slightly, his gaze searching yours. “So… where do we go from here?”

You hesitated for a moment, then smiled, your heart swelling with a warmth you hadn’t felt in a long time. “We figure it out. Together.”

Seungmin grinned, his dimples making your heart do a somersault. “Together, huh?”

You nodded, biting your lip.