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Moon Byulyi ✧ A Fine Taste

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Pairing: Moon Byulyi x Reader Genre: Smut Synopsis: With the late and disheveled arrival of your date, you are easily unimpressed by his demeanor and language. However, his lack of presence allowed you to engage in a flirtation with a woman across the bar- leading to heavenly wonders in the bar bathroom. Wordcount: 2.6K+ Warnings: Brian’s lowkey homophobic, all my homies hate Brian; Reader has F. Anatomy; Bathroom Sex; Eating Out; Fingering; Praise Kink; Exhibitionist; Cum Eating Note: This is honestly one of the best things I’ve ever written; Moonbyul is so hot in this and I don’t know if y’all will survive.

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“Sorry I'm late,” he says. 

As he briskly removes his jacket and shakes the rain from his hair, droplets fling onto the white tablecloth. A few land in the half-empty breadbasket, the contents of which are no longer steaming as they had been when the waiter first brought it to the table. 

“I’m Brian,” he says, extending his hand to you.

You scoff, rolling your eyes at the gesture—a bit too proper for someone who couldn’t even be bothered to account for the weather in rush hour traffic. Not to mention that he was interrupting wherever the night had been headed with the beautiful stranger at the bar, the one you had been eye-fucking the whole time you’d been waiting for him.

You shake Brian’s outreached hand anyway, hoping he doesn’t mistake the flush in your cheeks and cold sweat on your palms as a side effect of his presence.

“Y/N,” you say. For one horrific moment when he hesitates, you suspect he might bring your fingers to his lips, oblivious to your annoyance. Much to your relief, he releases his grip and narrows his eyes at the open bottle of wine chilling in an ice bucket between you both instead.

His brow arches. “Oh,” he says, frowning at the centerpiece, digging his wallet out of his pocket. “I see you’ve helped yourself. Not too expensive for a first date, I hope?”

It’s not just his words, but the screech of the chair and the stench of cheap cologne that makes you wrinkle your nose.

You don’t miss the way the brunette’s attention keeps drifting back to your table, her gaze flickering between you and your intruder.

You stifle a laugh. You weren’t invested in being set up with her mother’s colleague's son. But you do find it a little funny, now that he’s finally here, that he’s intruding on his own date.

Your admirer is clearly still interested, setting her sights now on your bare legs. Sucking in a breath, you steel yourself before crossing your knees. Your fingers twitch, but you fight the instinct to stop your skirt from rising to the side where the slit reveals your thigh.

“You’re in the clear,” You say, doing nothing to hide the sarcasm dripping from your tone. “It was a gift.”

His unkempt brows disappear behind his fringe. “Someone you know?”

Not yet. 

“Nope,” you reply, folding your arms, pointer finger tapping against your bicep.

He waits for you to elaborate.

Cocking your head to the side, you opt for playing dumb instead.

“Well, I guess we owe our mysterious onlooker a thank you,” he remarks after a moment of uncomfortable silence.

“My,” You correct.

His lips press together in a tight line. “What?”

“You were nowhere to be found,” you remind him. “So she is my mysterious onlooker, no?”

His pupils dilate, jaw unclenching. “She?”

You stiffen and nod, loathing how much you can anticipate his next response.

“Well, I guess I have nothing to worry about then.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” you counter, sighing at his baffled expression, “I’m not only into men.”

It takes a few seconds for your words to sink in and then, “Oh!” His face brightens, morphing into one of delight, as he glances around the restaurant, like a dog sniffing out his new favorite toy.

“Would you-”

“I need to use the ladies' room,” you snap, cutting off what was sure to be another request for a threesome from a straight man.

It’s not that you have anything against them- threesomes, or straight men in general. But you certainly won’t be entertaining anything with this one anytime soon, alone or with a partner.

Brian’s mouth opens and closes like a gaping fish washed up on the shore. You might have thought he was mildly handsome under different circumstances, but with the mere 5 minutes of his initial presentation, you were already tired of interacting with him.

You straighten your spine and walk tall away from your table. Your neck tingles as you pass the brunette woman, who is still nursing the same glass of whiskey, and her entourage. The sting of her eyes tracking your trajectory prickles every inch of your exposed skin.

You hasten into the bathroom and blow out a deep breath once inside. You blink at your reflection, fixing your appearance. Your palms linger, caressing and squeezing, imagining another pair of hands covering your own.

You could leave if you wanted. Just scrawl your number on a paper towel for your new crush and then sneak out the back. Then start a nice warm bath once back in your apartment, teasing yourself with your favorite vibrator. Dragging out your orgasm until you cum, fantasizing about those sunlit locks tangled through your fingers and soft rose kisses between your thighs. 

Your mother would be livid for ditching Brian, making it all the more tempting. 

With a sigh, you run the cold water into the sink, but just as you’re about to splash your flushed face, the door swings open, startling you. You glance up at the door through the mirror, the coffee-eyed beauty in holding eye contact with you as the door clicks shut behind her.

“Hello,” she says, calm and sweet with a soft hum of approval as her gaze lowers a fraction and your nipples harden beneath her stare.

Momentarily forgetting how to speak, your mouth snaps shut. The other woman’s lips curl into a soft grin, closing the distance to lean around you and turn off the faucet. 

“I’m Moon Byulyi, but you can call me Moonbyul,” she says, resting her hip against the counter, tugging her brown locks to one side to expose her neck, and angling her body towards you in the process. Your breath hitches, as you imagine running your fingers down Moonbyul’s clavicle.

You swallow. “Hi,” you say. Moonbyul arches a brow with such precision that you’re convinced she must have practiced that look at least a dozen times before. You clear your throat before adding, “I’m Y/N.”

“Hi, Y/N,” she murmurs, as a lover might from between the sheets. “It’s nice to meet you.” She doesn’t reach out to take her hand. Instead, she seems to be waiting for your next move. 

You wipe your palms on your dress, before wriggling them together. “You have a fine taste,” you murmur and immediately regret it. Moonbyul’s eyes light up, teeth sinking into her ruby-painted lip to stifle her laughter. “-in wine!” You finish quickly, blood rushing to your cheeks again. 

There’s a startling contrast between how controlled you are when men fawn over you, to how quickly you are reduced to a pool of mush when you’re caught in the sights of a pretty lady. Moonbyul licks her lips and all at once, the only thing you can focus on is how her mouth looks as inviting and red and sweet as the wine poured into your glass, empty and abandoned at the table.

Along with your date. 

There must be something in your expression that’s easy to read, because the next thing Moonbyul says is, “How long before you need to get back?”

You could tell her that you’re already planning an escape route, maybe even invite Moonbyul to come home with you. But the low huskiness of Moonbyul’s voice and the flash of danger in her eyes spark your curiosity past the point of no return. How far would you be willing to go here?

Your heart quickens, as you lift your chin and muster up the courage to say, “However long it takes.” 

Moonbyul’s eyes widen a fraction, apparently taken aback by this sudden forwardness. You wonder if you’ve made an awful mistake. 

You aren’t left wondering for long.

Time speeds up. One moment your feet are steady on the floor and the next your backside is pressed up against the sink while ridiculously soft fingers roam your torso, reaching upwards to trace your jaw, asking for permission. You release a shuddering breath and words escape you, before you’re frantically nodding into the kiss, hands skimming up Moonbyul’s silk blouse to knead her warm flesh.

You swallow Moonbyul’s moan as she moves to ruck up your navy dress. “Can I-”

“If you don’t, I will,” you admit.

Moonbyul beams at you and she melts into a puddle under your touch. “Up,” she commands and then adds, teasingly, “I want to see how fine my taste is.”

You bury your face in Moonbyul’s neck, sucking a mark onto her pulse point and nipping at her shoulder before obeying, hopping up onto the counter. A strangled gasp leaves your mouth when your bare skin hits the cool metal. 

Moonbyul shushes you, a gentle, “I got you,” passing her lips, breath tickling her chin.

Your stomach swoops as Moonbyul glides between your legs. She tugs the dip of your dress down like she’s unwrapping a present and swirls her tongue around your nipple like it’s her favorite flavor of ice cream.

You hiss at the sudden scrape of her teeth. “Wait-”

Moonbyul stills, instantly pulling back to check you over. “What’s wrong?”

“The door-” you pant. “Is it locked?”

Moonbyul’s smile is predatory. “Maybe,” she hedges, “if you want it to be.” Her lips brush against your ear. “But isn’t it hotter, not knowing if that inconsiderate boyfriend of yours will come barreling through here only to find my tongue buried deep in your cunt?”

Your moan is feral and yeah, maybe you should explain that Brian is most definitely not your boyfriend, but you’re not going to ruin this moment.

Your eyes meet again, mouth tumbling after. Moonbyul’s determination rolls off of her in waves, searching every inch of your skin, latching onto whatever sensitive flesh will make you shudder and gasp. Moonbyul rolls one of your nipples between her forefinger and thumb, sucking the other into her mouth with kitten licks and nips.

“You’re not playing fair,” you mutter, as Moonbyul draws her lips away with a pop, rewarding you with a seductive smirk.

“I don’t like rules.” The confession rolls off her tongue like it’s the world’s dirtiest secret. “But I do like keeping track of the ones I break.”

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” you groan while arching her back as Moonbyul slides your soaked lace panties down your legs and stuffs them into her purse.

“I’ll make up for it later,” she promises, the implication alone sending a thrill up your spine. Moonbyul sinks down to the floor. “Spread your legs for me, love.” 

Your head drops back and hits the mirror at the words. The ghost of a kiss finds the inside of your knee. 

“That’s it,” Moonbyul cues. Her praise does wonders to your body, sending a shiver straight to your clit. You briefly wonder if this is the work of some benevolent goddess, given that you were praying for this exact scenario not five minutes earlier.

You’ll worry about which religion to convert to later.

You look down just in time to catch Moonbyul in the act of sliding two fingers past her lips, sucking and coating them in spit. It’s probably not necessary, given that you’re practically vibrating with arousal, but Moonbyul makes a show of it and she’s such a pretty picture like this. 

Hell, you’re not going to stop her.

Moonbyul’s smile is coy when she catches you ogling her like she knows all the filthy thoughts running through your mind.

“Relax,” she says between quick breaths as she presses in closer. You grip Moonbyul’s free hand. Moonbyul flips it over lacing your fingers together, causing your heart to halt and stutter against her. “We’re both going to enjoy this.”

Moonbyul’s nose brushes up against your clit, breathing you in and sending small puffs of air over your center. Then, she pauses, leaving you wanting for a moment. She waits right up until you begin to squirm until a soft please leaves your lips. And then, as if that’s what she was waiting for, one long finger slips inside you with ease, the familiar pressure causing your eyes to roll back. 

It’s been too long since anyone has done this for you.

Moonbyul presses a chaste kiss to your clit before diving her tongue between your folds, humming and vibrating against you. You are up the wall with need, each new sensation igniting a white fire in your veins. She explores your cunt just like she explored the rest of you, thoroughly mapping your entire body with her mouth and tongue, and fingers. 

Moonbyul drags this out until you are dripping and pleading for her to return her attention to that bundle of nerves, before sliding another finger inside, curling at the knuckles, and playing your pleasure spot like a piano key. She learns fast, discovering where to apply more pressure each time you let out the most embarrassing noises, and exactly how much it takes to make you sing. Your toes curl as Moonbyul finds that sweet spot again and again.

“Hush,” Moonbyul murmurs from above your clit, causing you to jerk against Moonbyul’s mouth. “You don’t want anyone bursting in here to check on us now, do you?” You involuntarily clench down on her fingers and you feel Moonbyul’s smirk sweep across your inner thigh. “Or perhaps you do, naughty girl.”

With those words echoing in your mind, your orgasm builds inside you. Every thrust of Moonbyul’s fingers and every twist of her tongue brings you closer to release.

You thread your fingers through Moonbyul’s hair as delicately you can manage, but when they tighten and tug in spite of your care, Moonbyul’s movements grow more eager. She rolls her tongue harder against your clit, crooking her knuckles deeper.

There’s a sharp knock on the door and you gasp; the jump sends you right over the edge. You tighten and snap, riding out your orgasm on Moonbyul’s face, biting your fist to muffle your screams. Your vision whites out and your legs shake. Moonbyul slows her pace, gently licking around your folds as you come down from your high.

The deep voices behind the door grow louder and more urgent. You nearly panic but Moonbyul takes care of it. She pulls away far enough to shout, “Just give us a minute, we’re dealing with some girly issues if you catch my drift.”

You might have laughed if she weren’t so exhausted.

Once the footsteps fade away, Moonbyul rests her head against your thigh, looking through her lashes. “You good?” she asks softly.

You nod and smile back at her, standing to help Moonbyul fix her suit. You think about asking for your panties back but decide it would be better to save it as an excuse to see Moonbyul again.

You hop down and reach for Moonbyul’s hand, stilling yourself. “Will I be able to return the favor?”

Moonbyul cocks her head, licking the taste of you from the seam of her lips. You try not to, but you can’t help the shiver that travels up your spine at the sight. 

“Is that your way of asking for my number?” Moonbyul asks, coy.

Hesitating only a moment, you reply, “Actually I was asking if you’d like to come home with me.”

Moonbyul's smooth brow creases, eyes widening. “That’s rather bold of you.”

You bite your cheek to keep from snorting. “Not nearly as bold as fucking another person’s date on a public bathroom counter.”

“That’s fair.” She hums. “You’re going to break that poor boy’s heart, you know.”

Your nose wrinkles. “Doubtful, we’d only just met.”

“So did we,” Moonbyul counters.

You lean forward, lacing your fingers with hers. “And do I have the power to break your heart, Byulie?”

Moonbyul catches her grin between her teeth. 

“I think I’d like to find out, love.”

[4brrrr]

Yongsun pushed Byulyi against the bed, hovering above her as she gazed into her eyes, glistening in both surprise and anticipation. Her arms caged Byulyi's head, leaving a little space between the two women.

"Unnie?" She asked in confusion, her voice shaking and cheeks colored with beautiful red at the compromising position they were both in. She could feel Yongsun's airy breath brushing against the skin of her cheeks, making her look away in embarrassment.

Yongsun brought her lips to Byulyi's ear's, muttering lowly with her husky voice. "What do I do, Byul-ah? You're just too cute.." She watched as her ears began to redden, smirking in amusement before she leans in and leaves a kiss, coaxing a soft moan out of her lover.

[byulsgrease]

intercepted

(spy!au moonbyul x afab reader, ~1k words, from this req)

content: fingering, ruined orgasm but not intentionally so

“Why do you always get to drive?” pointedly moving your head to face the side of hers, shifting your body to dig your left shoulder into the back of your seat. Some stakeout you’re having tonight— you’ve been watching an unmoving hotel room door for hours now. Your limbs ache from the stillness but you’re prohibited from exiting the vehicle. Pretty basic principle in the whole “not blowing cover” situation.

“Because you’re a shit driver, that’s why,” Byulyi states with a laugh. “You’re the better shot, anyway.”

“Uh huh, and when was the last time we had a high speed chase?”

“Last week,” she deadpans.

“Exactly! I’m dying of boredom over here.” Your body teems with pent up energy, even though it’s well past midnight. You’d kill to stretch your legs. Almost enough to wish that your target would just flee on foot so you’d have the chance to run and chase her. But that would require a lot more lung capacity than you currently possess (or are willing to expend).

Your eyes continue to roam over your companion in the drivers seat. She sits upright with one hand on the wheel, impatiently fidgeting her thumb as she flits it over the dark pleather. You must let out quite the sigh because she lets out a humored rapid puff of air from her nose.

“What’re you looking at?” she poses cooly, maintaining her eye contact with the hotel door through the windshield.

“Anything but that damn door.” You can’t help but notice how her eyes flutter shut briefly, the subtle shake of her head as she laughs and rests her head in her hand, elbow of her left arm now propped up haphazardly against the drivers-side window.

“What to do with you…?” she trails off rhetorically. You dart your eyes back to the door for a split second before planting your hands on the middle console to lean over and kiss her on the cheek.

~~~

The first time you recall actually giving voice to any of this was your 4th time working together. Or maybe 5th. After so many it’s quite a drag to remember them all. But you remember the assignment, simple observation of a high profile socialite at an event they hosted.

Actually, the venue stuck out in your mind more than anything else. Lots of glass, crystal, and shiny decor far beyond anything you’d been accustomed to seeing. You’d dressed your best and so did Byulyi, standing near each other having what was supposed to look like a casual conversation on the job.

“Why do you think we always get assigned to these things together?” she asked with a lilt in her voice.

“Maybe ‘cause the higher-ups can’t deal with our unresolved tension?” you posed in a manner far too casual, cut short by your target having moved a little too close for comfort. You turned on your heel and walked swiftly in the opposite direction, suit jacket flaring out behind you in a flourish. An hor d'oeuvre sounded perfect right about now.

Byulyi realized why you moved, but remained frozen in place, stunned. “Wha— our what?” she hissed in a loud whisper as she started off after you.

You continued in your detailed observation once you stopped moving, laying out a mental map of the target as she moved around the room. Hostess duties. It would’ve been mesmerizing, her brilliant gown shimmering under the light cast from the chandelier— had you not been on assignment. But it made for a pleasant scene. You’d seen much worse.

“Tension? I’m not tense. If anything you make me tense,” Byulyi stressed quickly, jabbing a finger into the pointed shoulder of your suit jacket. You caught her drift without skipping a beat, staring straight ahead.

“Mm. But I think we know by now that you work better under pressure. So maybe the bosses are just looking out for you,” trailing off as you took a bite. “Also, I can tell you’re bluffing. So quit it,” swiping sauce with your knuckle from the corner of your smirking mouth. You met her panicked gaze with smug satisfaction and the slightest shake of your head. Any chance to poke fun at her helped these assignments feel marginally less boring.

She could berate you for this later, you both had a job to do. Although she didn’t understand how you devoted your energy to detailed observation while chewing that unceremoniously on whatever you were eating. She always got too antsy on assignment to eat, but would have subsequent lapses in judgement during high-stress situations, so you had to remind her to eat on duty regardless.

Of course, that didn’t stop Byulyi’s mind from wandering a little. She wondered if she was even allowed to catch feelings for someone who’s saved her ass more than once. Wouldn’t anyone have at least a tiny crush if their life was indebted to someone else? Encapsulated in totality by sheer admiration. She mostly put that aside for work, worried about the optics of being with a superior.

She was turning it over in her head for the tenth time when you cut in.

“Mm, I make you tense?” you questioned with your mouth half-full.

Alcohol? Byulyi thought to herself. Despite the many staff walking around with flutes of champagne on platters and an open bar, there was no way— she had been with you all night. She gave a subtle nod, wanting you to continue.

“But why?” you stressed more clearly, having finished whatever tiny bite of food you had plucked off the tray of a nearby staff.

Byulyi suddenly found it wildly difficult to meet your gaze. What was she supposed to do, admit it? You pivoted on your foot with confidence to face her, bending slightly at the knees to catch her downward gaze in yours. Stepping in closer, you pinched the lapel of her blazer, trailing a hand up the flap, stopping just around her heart. No need for spoken words to joke about her heartbeat as it pounded through her shirt against your knuckles.

“Scared?” you chuckled. “You really are tense, that’s for sure. We’ll have to work on that.”

“Mm… mhm,” Byulyi hummed affirmatively, words caught in her throat. To anyone else looking on, you may as well have been a couple sharing a moment in the ornate hall.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of. It’s just me, you know?”

She may as well have stopped breathing.

You found it endearing, elbows locked at her sides as to not envelop you in her embrace. Even having closed the distance in a breathless kiss, doing this, she managed to continually be so awkwardly uptight. Your fist involuntarily tightened against the lapel of her jacket, mentally patting yourself on the back when she gasped into your lips. You deepened the kiss automatically like a reflex, delicately bringing your fingers up to her cheek, feeling the heat build under her skin. All she did was take a hand to the curve of your waist before your mind began thinking about her hands being put to use in other ways. Never mind that she was a rookie on the job, but you could mentor her in more ways than one.

Chastising yourself for getting mildly worked up, you pulled away with whatever ounce of composure you had to spare. Byulyi’s face morphed from surprise to a dopey grin, smiling with her lips before they parted to show her teeth.

“What?” you deadpanned, playful sarcasm thick in your voice as you flattened out the creases from your shirt.

In one swift motion her fingers hooked around the back of your neck to bring her face back to yours. Finally, you thought. She learned something about the element of surprise. Although not necessarily in the context you expected. You made a mental note to rub that in later, something along the lines of how you’d been rubbing off on her. Except she stopped dead just before meeting your lips again.

Heat climbed up your throat in tandem with your heartbeat, a warm thumping overtaking your senses. The couple seconds of being face-to-face elongated into at least a couple minutes, mentally snapped back when she grinned again, mere centimeters from your face.

“Are you trying to kill me?” you murmured playfully. “I have a gun, you know.”

“Two can play at that game,” Byulyi countered, breath warm on your half-parted lips, sliding the other hand just above the holster on your waist.

“Mm, just because you have one doesn’t mean you know how to use it, newbie.”

“Guess I have a lot to learn. You’ll have to teach me sometime, won’t you?” she breathed, barely audible to anyone else, but deafening to you despite the blood pounding in your ears.

You gulped and wordlessly went back to observing the target, albeit not particularly closely from how flabbergasted she left you. The twinkling glasses of champagne being offered up by the waiters seemed particularly enticing after that ordeal, but alas. Work commands sobriety. Nothing else of note happened that night, just some close observation and an extravagant venue.

~~~

Anyway, it’s a welcome surprise when she kisses you back properly over the console. Her lips eventually attach themselves to the base of your neck, a strained complaint leaving your mouth, something about keeping her eyes on the target. Your tone isn’t particularly convincing. Your eyes flit back to the door you’re both supposed to be watching as Byulyi pulls skin between her teeth, the pleasant kind of pain that you know will leave a mark. You cradle her head, tangling a hand in her hair with an involuntary fist when she nips at your neck again.

“Ahh, how the turns have tabled,” she gloats, pulling back to her head on her palm, elbow resting on the middle console between you. “Remember back in the old days where I was scared of you?”

“Oh shut up, that’s not eve— fuck,” voice going breathy when she interrupts your response with a finger pressing in on your clit. Despite her insufferable cockiness after realizing her dumb little crush ventured into the mutual affection territory, it’s not a terrible way to kill time.

Your heels dig into the soles of your shoes as they subsequently slip against the floormat of the passenger seat, trying to push your hips up to meet her fingers. You’re trying your best not to whine or whimper too much, even though you could kill to hop over the console and have her fuck you in the drivers seat. The worst you can do is to come off as needy. But once again, you both have a task at hand, and unfortunately it’s not this.

“Now you might not wanna get too loud,” she warns, her purely overconfident smile ever-present in the tone of her voice.

“Don’t you— have a job– to do?” You manage to stutter out between pleasured breaths.

“Don’t you?” she laughs as a finger slips tantalizingly slow into your heat. Touché. Your eyes flutter shut momentarily as the back of your head digs into the headrest, hips rolling up readily into her hand. The wetness spreads up to your clit, aiding her movements.

As much as it hurts your pride to admit, there’s no denying that there’s something here. You’re suddenly flooded with thoughts of soft mornings, sultry whispers, and quiet moans enrobed in plushy bedsheets. Ugh, domesticity. If you really wanted that you wouldn’t have gotten into this line of work. Although, granted, you never expected to meet anyone quite like her on the job.

You’re getting lost in her touch now as she works you up more and more. It’s the worst when you can just hear her smirking from the little laugh that accompanies it. She lets up her pace and pressure ever so slightly, making you painfully aware of the mess you’ve created under your uniform. A groan and clasping your fingers around her wrist trapped between your body and the waistband serves as desperation enough, abandoning any sense of keeping your cool.

With this non-verbal plea you’re careening towards the edge again in no time— when she immediately yanks her hand out of your pants. She interrupts your barely formed complaint about edging with an punctuated “Oh shit.” Your eyes fly open to see that the motel room door is finally opening. You hold back from being dismayed at the absolutely terrible timing. Byul sucking on her fingers to clean them right before turning the key in the ignition makes your head spin, but you’re shaken out of it upon the rumble of the engine.

You sit up properly in the passenger seat, glaring hard at the woman who just ruined your fun as she slips into an awaiting car. Byul puts the car in gear to tail close behind as the other car pulls out of the lot.

[sexualmamamoosnaps]

daddy byul, can you please touch me? im so needy for you, i need you to fuck me rough like the little slut i am

“Such a dominant way to ask for what you want princess, I wonder if you can keep that going during sex. Since you want it so badly, you should get on top and ride me.”

-Moon Byulyi (Moonbyul)

[mashup-writing]

Alpha!Mamamoo accidentally knotting Fuckbuddy!Reader

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"Getting drunk in the mood."

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Kim Yongsun/Solar:

Level-headed

Yongsun's members had a great tendency to get themselves into trouble whether they were looking for it or not. So as a leader, she had over time developed keeping a calm mindset in the face of surprising events whether they're good or bad. Unfortunately for you two, this situation was more of a very bad kind of situation.

Once you both come down from the high and agree that this was a mistake, she would painstakingly ensure that she doesn't become a premature sire and that you don't end up pregnant. Sparing no expense whatsoever in rectifying the momentary laspe in judgement.

Moon Byulyi/Moonbyul:

Regret

You were both thrilled with living in the moment, acting on impulse and doing whatever it is that you both felt like doing right then and there. So when you pulled her into the cramped janitor's storeroom to unwind after a full day of shooting for their latest music video, Byulyi didn't hesitate for even a second to fuck you like there was no tomorrow.

Unfortunately passion tends to overrule logic and the likes, this fact only solidified by her rutting into you with reckless abandon with consequences non-existent in her current state of mind. Moonbyul afterwards would be regretful, apologetic, and set on a mission to be more careful with your sessions should you continue with this arrangement after this event.

Jung Wheein:

Forseen

Wheein is a person who plans for things, even if the scenario may seem a bit too farfetched. Like this one. Her knot slips into you by accident after a particularly hard thrust that leads to her going over the edge, with a string of curses falling from your mouth at the feeling of being filled as well as the nagging thought of "I'm screwed" in the back of your head, Wheein only buries her face in your neck because she's really got no other way of resting at the moment.

She reassures you that she's kept morning-after pills in the nightstand next to her bed ever since you've agreed upon this arrangement, and if you still weren't calmed then Wheein would promise you that she'd go with you to the doctors. Reputation be damned if she gets seen, she owes you for this slip-up.

Ahn Hyejin/Hwasa:

Panicked

You and her weren't stupid, but you both had a tendency to be impatient and that impatience often has consequences you both didn't take into account. The pent up stress in her body coupled with the starting stages of your heat led to the both of you losing control over your inhibitions. Desperation for that sweet release making you both forget that both of you had forgotten to take any sort of precaution or protection. The moment Hyejin realizes what she's done, it's too late. She's knotted you, an Omega in heat and a fuck buddy no less-

The next hour is spent with her panicking and apologizing, she's basically all nerves and no brain at the moment and she doesn't even notice you trying to find a way out of the shit show you've managed to get yourselves into. Forming a backup plan for a backup plan that's the backup plan of another backup plan.

[peachflamingotea]

moonbyul: i appreciate small tiddies too

solar to the audience: i don’t know why she said that

[girlgrouptrash101]

Mamamoo Reaction to Taking Care of Their Drunk S/O

Request: “mamamoo reaction to taking care of their drunk s/o. thank u!”

A/N: finally something other than a scenario,,, hope y’all enjoy the change sjdfssd

- C

Solar:

Switches between being a full blown mom and finding it the most hilarious thing ever. Whenever she knows you’re going out, she always waits up at home to make sure you get in safely. This often leads to her helping you to the bathroom, holding your hair out of the way when you need it, sitting on the bathroom floor with you while you have an impromptu therapy session or even her consoling you through those random drunk crying sessions you always seem to have for no reason. She does her best to take care of you, help you get changed and ready for bed, anything you need, but her resolve is gone as soon as you start dropping the cheesy pickup lines. You do her best to flirt with her, calling her an angel and trying to pull her into your arms as she smacks away your advances, just trying to give you some water and put you to bed. She always eventually gives in though, pressing a soft kiss to your lips that has your drunk self absolutely floating on cloud nine, always making Solar giggle at your overreaction to the gesture.

Moonbyul:

This one just thinks it’s the funniest thing ever. When you came home from dinner with friends, Moonbyul was just chilling in your apartment. She couldn’t help but laugh as you danced messily around the living room, screaming random song lyrics and trying to get your girlfriend to join in on your solo dance party. She eventually joined in, twirling you around and singing songs with you until you were tired out. When all the spinning and dancing got to your head, Moonbyul was there to catch you, helping you to the bathroom to get cleaned up and then helping you change into something comfier. She’d sit beside you in bed, entertaining your drunk, slurred stories and random jokes that you wouldn’t even recall in the morning. Expect to be texted some very embarrassing drunk videos of yourself that she’d recorded of you though, the sound of her laughter coming from behind the camera as she picks up on your ridiculous antics.

Wheein:

10/10 bestest and most caring girl. She knew your high school friends were back in town to visit for the night, so you had gone out to meet them and had a few too many drinks on the way. Wheein was just watching TV when you stumbled in the front door, throwing your girlfriend a lopsided grin and a lazy wave. She rushed over to you, helping you sit down on the sofa and getting you a big pint of water to help clear out your system. She’d help you to the bathroom if you needed it, and escort you through each room for fear you’d stumble a little too far and fall on the ground. She’d help you into your pyjamas and giggle at your drunk flirting, playing along as she helped you into bed. This girl would take such good care of you no matter what, even leaving out medicine and water for the inevitable hangover that would come for you in the morning.

Hwasa:

Girlie would probably be just as drunk as you if we’re being real here. The two of you had gone out to celebrate the release of her single, which led to the two of you getting absolutely plastered. You’d barely made it home in one piece, stumbling down the streets and giggling like schoolchildren. The next challenge was getting your key in the door, as the lock seemed to be moving away from you every time you got near it, making Hwasa laugh even louder at you, her drunk state turning everything into a comedy act. Eventually making it inside, you managed to get into your pyjamas - well, Hwasa put hers on backwards, but it still counts. Not having the energy to do much else, the two of you crashed onto the mattress and were knocked out cold as soon as your heads hit the pillow.

[sevlgi]

the special one

requested: yes

group: mamamoo

pairing: moonbyul x fem!reader

genre: fluff, angst

contents: vampire!moonbyul, bartender!reader

warnings: blood, weapons, vampires

synopsis: Moonbyul was always used to getting her way. So encountering an entire bar warned against her powers, and led by a surprisingly feisty human, wasn’t exactly on her bucket list.

a/n: lowkey wanted to wait for byul’s birthday to post this but i couldn’t wait :D enjoy!!

word count: 3.3k

As soon as she stepped into the bar, Byulyi could smell the thing she had been craving for the past month. Well, two things: blood, and some good alcohol.

She paid no mind to the hands grabbing at her as she slid through the crowd, skillfully evading being pulled into a dance circle by a group of admittedly pretty girls. Sure, they were easy targets for feeding, but there needed to be some alcohol in her system before she dealt with horny foreigners.

“A bottle of your finest soju, please.”

She smiled at the waiter who turned around, a girl probably barely 20 years old. A perfect target, then- someone who didn’t know the kinds of creatures that frequented the darker bars of Seoul.

It wasn’t even an egotistical thing to say that no one had been able to resist the allure of Byulyi’s gaze for centuries, and she never expected an almost teenaged girl to be the one to break that record. To her surprise, the kid looked down instantly, voice sounding odd as she polished the glass in her hands. “One second, ma’am.”

Pursing her crimson-stained lips, the vampire checked her clothing for the unlikely chance of bloodstains on the black fabric. Maybe it was the dark smeared eye makeup? But usually, all her looks did was draw more people in, even without using the power behind her eyes...

“Another one of you, eh?”

When her eyes shifted over to the staff door that the boy had entered, she found a defiant gaze, eyebrows cocked and hip jutting to one side. Unlike the earlier bartender, you stared right into her eyes without a change to your expression, no lust or euphoria seeping into cold irises. “I’m sorry, you are?” Byulyi asked, sending you a small smile. 

You remained unimpressed, flinging a dishrag onto the bar counter as you slammed your hands down onto the stone and leaned in closer. In close proximity, you were interestingly beautiful, the lack of sympathy attractive in some twisted way. “Y/N. Manager, and a strong hater of you vampires. See yourself out.”

The short-haired woman shrugged, leaning back in the barstool and crossing her arms. “I don’t think I will, manager. Tell me, did you train the kid how to recognize people like me?”

Taking a good look at the points of Byulyi’s nails and the glint to her teeth, you evidently decided not to fight her, gritting your teeth instead as you matched her stance. “Ryujin’s smart. She isn’t as strong as me, maybe, but she knows enough to not be caught in your trap.”

Every word spat out of your mouth sounds like a barbed and poisoned insult aimed right at the vampire’s heart, but they make no impact on stone skin. Still smiling, Byulyi waved a hand at the alcohol littering the bar. “Well, since you know not to fight me, how about that soju?”

You bristled at being ordered to do something, but set an ice-cold bottle of the soju down on the counter. “The most expensive in the house,” you hissed, shoving it over at her. “And you’re going to have to pay. No one else is coming to serve you tonight, now that I know what you are.”

“See you soon, manager,” she saluted, cracking the soju open with a simple flick of her wrist. Even if nothing else resulted from the night, she’d found another first.

You were going to be the first person that Byulyi won over by herself, without the influence of any powers whatsoever. And yes, she would win you over somehow. Eventually.

At first, Byulyi had been confused by the vendetta you seemed to have against vampires. It was true that she didn’t fit in with the clan system that most vampires in the city (or world) tended to adopt, but she didn’t think that anyone could be bad enough to make you quite so wary.

And it just so happened that the next time she dared to visit your bar, you were dealing with the difficult ones.

“I told you that we don’t allow vamps for a reason,” you scowled, eyes flicking between those of the five girls who stood with their arms crossed before you. “I may not be able to control you, but I sure as hell won’t let you feed on innocents.”

Irene exchanged a glance with Joy, who was just about to step forward when another voice interrupted the conversation. “Hey. Are you giving the manager trouble?”

You glared at Byulyi as well, though there wasn’t the venom that you directed at the clan. “Rogue. You’re going against us?” Seulgi asked, head cocked to a side. “Isn’t it in your best interest too to get rid of this... human?”

Strolling forward with her hands in the pockets of her pants, Byulyi sighed. “Look, manager here is stronger than you think. And if I want to remain in her best interests, be able to come to this bar sometimes, I’ll do what she asks. Including throwing you out.”

Despite the numbers of the clan, there was no possible way any of the five could match up to Byulyi’s sheer experience. She wasn’t violent compared to some, but she could certainly hold her own in a fight. You were silent behind the bar, but the stare you directed at the clan spoke volumes.

“Fine,” Yeri rolled her eyes, lips pinching together. “Come on. Survive another day, right?”

As they filed out of the bar, Byulyi’s eyes remained on them until the door swung shut. “You didn’t have to do that,” you said with your back turned, hands scrubbing at a bottle for no reason.

“Don’t worry, it was fun,” she grinned, sliding onto the barstool. “Is this why you dislike us vamps? Not all of us are like them, you know.”

You turned just to send her a half-hearted glare. “No, that’s not why. I always- I never liked you undead things, and being immune to your powers doesn’t help anything. But hoity-toity ones like them make it worse.”

The vampire leaned her chin on her hand, watching you work. The reddish glare of the bar’s lights only made the column of your throat look more inviting, but Byulyi wasn’t reckless enough to attack someone capable of resisting her. Besides, you were an interesting one. “I see. Well, if anyone tries to mess with you again, you call me,” she jested, smiling wider when you scoffed.

“Sure.” But contrasting your cold words, you slid a bottle of soju over to her, the same flavor that she’d liked best the last time. “On the house this time. But I don’t owe you anything after this,” you warned.

“Come on, a bottle of soju isn’t enough,” Byulyi pouted, laughing when you scrunched your nose. “You owe me a favor. I’m responsible, promise, I won’t ask for your blood or anything.”

You hesitated before agreeing, but finally allowed her to shake your hand. “Fine. A favor- geez, your hands are cold.”

She stared down at the pale skin once you had jerked away, a slight warmth from your human hands lingering. “I guess. I mean, I’m dead, what do you expect?”

“Dead, huh?” You almost look sympathetic for once, pouring out some soju for the both of you. “What’s that like?”

Byulyi raised an eyebrow as she clinked her glass against yours. “Being dead? Well, I don’t remember that. But now, it’s similar to being alive. My heart still beats, if that’s what you’re wondering. That’s what makes it hard for people to realize that we aren’t human too.”

“It still beats?” you frowned, scrunching your entire face at the taste of alcohol burning the back of your throat. “I always hear differently.”

She reached out for your hand, holding on loosely when you allowed her to hold it. “Come on, feel.”

You exhaled sharply when you felt the pounding at the pulsepoint of Byulyi’s neck, leaning in closer as if that’d allow you to hear it, too. When you looked down, though, you realized the position you were in. “If anyone looked at us, they’d think I was the vampire.”

“You’re right, aren’t you?” she smiled, only tilting her head more to expose her neck to you. “You could kill me right now.”

“Aren’t you already dead?” You bent down under the counter to hide the heat in your cheeks, your fingertips icy just from a couple seconds of contact. “How would I kill you?”

The vampire shrugged, “Wooden stake works on the weaker ones. Holy water, if you had any, but that one takes a lot to kill. For us older ones, the only thing that works is a sacred bullet; hard to come by for you humans, which is why you don’t know about it.”

Frowning, you looked over from the vault of good alcohol stored under the bar. “Huh. What else is fake?”

Byulyi scrunched her nose, looking remarkably like a cute and harmless hamster in a slightly bloodstained black outfit when she did. She was almost charming when she pondered your question, tapping blunt fingernails against her chin. “The mirror thing is, my friend Yongsun spends hours staring at herself. So’s the garlic allergy. I like garlic.”

“Good to know,” you chuckled when you stood up again. “Enjoy your soju, Byulyi  .”

She ghosted her own hands over your fingerprints marring the frosted glass of the alcohol bottle, bringing the entire thing to her lips. “I will.”

Seulgi’s grip was iron tight as she pulled your head back by your hair, your wrists straining against the duct tape holding them together as your scalp screamed. “I’ll ask you again. Where is she?”

Ryujin’s eyes were nothing short of terrified over the tape clamping over her mouth, but you remained firm with your chin jutting out. “I. Don’t. Know. I don’t serve vampires, and I don’t protect them.”

Scoffing, Irene scraped a fingernail against your cheek, the skin tearing under the serrated tip. “Don’t lie. She saved you from us last time, and Byulyi doesn’t risk her rogue status for just anyone.”

Glancing up at the ceiling, or the floor of your actual bar, Wendy mused, “I wonder if she’d hear you scream. If you mean so much to her, what would she give to save you?”

You sighed, going limp just to shake your head. “I told you. Byulyi protected me out of spite against you, not because she gives a shit about me. And I won’t scream. You can kill me in peace, as soon as you--”

Crashing into Wendy, the door to the basement slammed open with a kick from the very person you claimed to not give a shit about you. Byulyi finally looked like the vampire you feared her to be from the start, dark eyes ablaze with something that quite honestly frightened you. Her dark clothing swirled around her in the dusty air, pale brown hair glinting gold as her own nails cut the bonds holding Ryujin. “Go.”

She ran as told, too fast for Yeri’s claws to grasp onto the hem of her work jacket. “So it worked,” Joy smiled, cocking the slightly rusty pistol in her hand. Sacred bullet, you remembered, struggling more against your bonds when you realized what that bullet could do to the vampire glaring daggers at her opponents. “Stupid of you.”

In a sudden burst of strength, the duct tape ripped and you surged up, feeling at least a couple locks of hair remain in Seulgi’s fist. But in that rush, you tackled the tallest girl in the room, all breath knocked out of your lungs at the impact.

Scrambling for the gun, you screamed out at the feeling of sharp points sinking into your arm, hand faltering. “Let go--”

A harsh crack sounded by your ear when Byulyi’s foot stomped down on Joy’s ribs, her fangs pulling out just as your fingers closed around the gun. You panted as you twisted, blood dripping from your arm onto your face as you pressed the stone cold barrel into the girl’s pretty face. “Stand up,” you breathed, hands shaking as she eyed you. “Stand.”

The other four in her clan circled around you; despite the fact that you had no clue whatsoever about how to handle the weapon in your hands, you hoped that the fierce expression on your face was enough to convince them. Byulyi’s hand was surprisingly gentle on your shoulder, as was the expression on her face when she smiled at you. “Well. I believe you know what the blessed bullet in this gun does, and I’m sure you know better than to fight me on this.”

Irene hissed, fangs glistening under the dim lighting of the basement, “You don’t have Yongsun with you right now. What makes you think we can’t kill you, and your pretty human girlfriend too?”

Byulyi’s lips curved up in a smile as the cocking of another gun sounded by the basement door, Ryujin’s brow furrowed as she aimed. “Unlike this one, which I bet you only loaded one bullet into, that pistol over there has 4 bullets, straight from the hands of a priest,” the vampire explained with her hands behind her back. “More than enough to kill all of you, if I don’t get to you first.”

Yeri was already tugging at the wrist of Wendy, who stared futilely at the gun still pressed into Joy’s neck. Finally, Seulgi spoke up with a wavering voice, Irene not bothering to dispute as she asked, “What do you want? Money?”

“I want you to stay away from this bar, and with it, Y/N,” Byulyi gestured, deep voice smooth as she turned to you, sending a greasy wink that you rolled your eyes at. “And I’ll be telling all the other clans about this... incident. Sound fair?”

You breathed out a shallow sigh of relief when Irene nodded tentatively. “Good. Then get out, and don’t expect the pistol back,” you warned, waving Ryujin to get out of the stairway. “I don’t ever want to see your faces again.”

“I can’t thank you enough.”

Byulyi shrugged, clinking sojus with a grin on her face. She looked positively delighted, though she wasn’t the one with bite marks on her arm and a scrape on her cheekbone. “No need to. It was fun.”

“Fun?” you scoffed, downing the alcohol. “I wouldn’t call it that. But seriously, what do you want in return? That’s two favors I owe you now.”

“Is it?” she blinked. “I wasn’t keeping track.”

Looking out over the bar, you smiled at the sight of a vampire-free crowd, customers downing Ryujin’s specialty drinks as music boomed in LED speakers. “Yeah. Two favors. You better think fast, vampy.”

“There is one thing in mind.”

You raised an eyebrow and looked back over, head tilting when you realized that Byulyi wasn’t staring back like she usually did. “Yeah? What’s up?”

She cleared her throat suddenly, though you were sure that alcohol didn’t burn her like it did you. “I don’t want to use the favors for this, since I think that’d be immoral, but I... I want to be closer to you.”

Flicking your hand in the air between the two of you, you clarified, “What’s that mean? You wanna be friends? You wanna sit closer to me? Or sex--”

“No!” She held her hands out in front of her; to your satisfaction, you were sure that she’d be blushing if she was capable of it. “I may feel something for you. Not sexual, but something that I haven’t felt in a while. If I can, I’d like to use both my favors to call you my... girlfriend. Is that the term you use these days?”

“A girlfriend?” you laughed, shaking your head as you leaned forward in your chair. “That’s great and all, but you’ve barely known me for a month.”

Despite being a (not-so) human being, Byulyi visibly deflated. Without realizing it, your hand shot out and settled on her knee, thumb caressing the rough material of her jeans. “Okay. Then how about this: I will be your girlfriend. But it’ll be probational, like our alliance. As soon as you do something to piss me off, which I’m sure will be soon, I’ll decide if it’ll continue.”

She grinned, nose scrunching up as she offered you a toast. “Sounds perfect to me.”

The clink of the glass bottles was the chime of bells ringing in a new chapter, clear over the drunk energies of the night. Not wedding bells, of course- that wouldn’t happen for a good hundred more years. 

[ggreactionsandscenarios]

Moonbyul x Reader

Meant to be

Request by @obscurek : Can I request a moonbyul x reader, like moonbyul comfort the reader because the reader does not feel like they are meant to be and moonbyul reassure the reader

"I told you I don't want to go, just go alone."

"Come on it's just one night, I'm not going to go there alone. Can you just try for once please."

You swear that was the only thing you didn't want to hear, that you weren't trying.

"So that's it ? You think I'm not trying ?"

Your tone wasn't an upset one anymore but rather showed how sad it makes you.

"I never complained about how I have to put up with things I'm not comfortable with everyday to be with you but yet you really do think I don't make any effort ?"

Moonbyul was shocked, she thought it was just a little argument at first, she never in a million years thought you were hiding such a struggle from her.

She didn't know how to process fast enough to not let the silence answer you.

"Sometimes it just feels like we're not meant to be."

As you said those words you realized how much you meant them but you didn't see how much they break your girlfriend's heart.

Living with Byuli was not really easy, you didn't like the same things, the same people, the only thing that ever made you close was that you loved each other. But now you were doubting it was enough.

"We need to face it, we're too different."

You turn around ready to head to the bedroom, you knew Moonbyul didn't like confrontations so you knew she wouldn't even answer.

"I don't think being different is bad."

You stopped dead in your track, she was going to speak her mind for once. Maybe she understood it was important to you.

"We don't like going out the same way, we don't have the same type of friends and yes we don't even have the same taste in food or tv shows. So what ? I'm not going to let you believe that we are not meant to be because of that."

You turned to face your girlfriend saying you were dumbfounded would be an understatement. You didn't even recognized the look of pure confidence and determination that Byuli was giving you right now.

"Those are only details, how we love each other is the only thing that we need to have in common."

She came closer to you, never looking anywhere else than your eyes as she cupped your face.

"I know we have differences but it will never change what I feel when I'm with you.

How my palms become sweaty, how just a look from you and I'm feeling safe and happy.

You can't tell me we're not soulmates because I won't believe you. I can't believe it because I'm so in love with you that I wouldn't hear it even if I wanted to, my heart makes too much noise when I'm near you to let me hear this much nonsense."

She caressed your cheeks, wiping your tears away. Moonbyul do tell you she loves you often but she never made a declaration like that.

You fell in her embrace, you needed her to reassure you about what she felt for you and that's exactly what she did. Maybe you were perfect for each other after all she did understand what you needed right away.

Here it is hope you like it, I concentrated the story on Moonbyul telling the reader she loves them even though they're different and not comforting them by telling them they do have the same interests, hope it's okay. Do give me feedback and don't hesitate to request again 🙂 -Ael

[eunjidrabbles]

Mamamoo Masterlist

Mamamoo Reactions:

None yet :(

Solar:

None yet :(

Moonbyul:

None yet :(

Wheein:

Witch! Wheein with clumsy S/O

First snow

Hwasa:

Just one

[emeraldelysian]

Hey I justyour post about the blurbs.

If i`m not too late, could I request a most to least jealous for the Mamamoo girls?

♡︎ Hello love! Oh my gosh of course it's not too late. That's such a great recommendation, the Mamamoo girls always hold such a special place in my heart and I absolutely love writing for them. This one was so fun to write and I honestly think they all have a little bit of a jealous streak, haha. I hope you enjoy! ♡︎

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Kim Yongsun

Jung Wheein

Moon Byulyi

Ahn Hyejin

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Solar is very possessive of those she loves, and you're no different. She respects your boundaries but she also really just wants your attention on her when you're in public. She is very shy when it comes to PDA done in public, but she's also the type of person to leave marks on your collarbone just so people know you're hers indirectly. She's also the type of person to put her hand on your cheek and turn your face towards her every time you look away for too long.

Wheein is less obvious about her jealousy but it's there. She isn't afraid to be the type of person to say "ay, she's mine!" out loud, leaving you a blushing mess. Very openly possessive of you but not one to get jealous easily.

So at first, I had Moonbyul higher on the list. But then I realized, she is equally as much of a flirt. She doesn't ever get jealous seriously unless you're purposely trying to make her jealous. You know her trigger points, and you know what'll make her stare at you.

Hwasa is very jealous but not as much as the other three. You both have major power couple energy so there are not very many people that dare to try to flirt with either of you anyway. But she will not hesitate to glare at anyone that explicitly tries to go after you. Very much a "let me take a sip of my wine very slowly and seductively before a murder a bitch in one sentence" when she's jealous. Very much in control of the situation and knows it, essentially.

[4brrrr]

Real

They were trainees then, young but not naive. They were well-aware of the challenges life would constantly throw at them once they cross the wide one-way bridge that connects the life of a normal adult to the life of an entertainer. There's no turning back, they knew. Even so, they were determined to take the risk and stepped forward.

 The bridge shook. It was not an easy journey for the both of them.

 Byulyi was asked to choose between losing weight or giving up on her dreams. Yongsun, on the other hand had to audition for multiple companies.

 Eventually, as they continued to cross the unstable path to their desired goal, they met each other. They walked, hand-in-hand, as their other hands gripped on the railings on their opposite sides, making their journey a bit more stable now that they have each other.

 -

 They debuted, surprisingly, in the same group along with a cute dimpled girl and a fierce-looking baby.

 Mamamoo–that's what they're called.

 They were a group destined to lead the younger generations to a more open space. They were a group that screamed for equality, inspiring people from different age groups.

 Byulyi and Yongsun, they were closer than ever. They grew to be the support of one another. They silently vowed to protect or at least be there for the other as much as they could, knowing that things are going to be a bit harder than before.

 -

 It all started from the warm gazes the two unconciously send to each other. It was noticeable to anyone around them making it a normal occurrence that someone asks them if they were dating, which, of course, they answered no.

 They weren't. They were best friends.

(Yongsun watched in adoration as the younger girl twirled around the practice room, playfully dancing along with the maknaes. Her hair flowed at every movement of her body as she moved along the beat, making up the silliest dances but, somehow, still managing to look as graceful as ever.

 Her gaze fell on her smile, travelling to her cheek dimples. She admired how her nose scrunches when she laughed too much. She had been there when she cried about it, engulfing her in a warm embrace as the younger's sobs were muffled on her shoulder. She didn't understand how someone would even have the heart to tell her not to smile too much because "it looked ugly". No, it was adorable.

 Her thoughts were rudely interrupted when Byulyi called for her.

 "Yeba, stop standing in a corner and get your ass over here!"

 She feigned a scoff, bringing her hand to her face to hide her reddened cheeks as she made her way towards the group.)

 Apart from the weird feelings that seemed to grow as they spent more time in the presence of one another, they knew they were nothing but close friends.

 -

 Years later, they've become a bit more aware of their feelings, noticing the smallest things the other is able to make them feel. Byulyi noticed the way her heart seemed to skip a beat whenever her hand brushes with Yongsun's as they walk through the street leading to their company building. Yongsun noticed the way every weird quirks of the younger girl seemed to make her smile.

 They noticed the way they longed for each other's presence more than they should whenever they had to spend the day apart.

 With their years of friendship, they were comfortable enough to not bother covering up what they felt for each other, fully knowing that their feelings were reciprocated. Byulyi openly showed Yongsun affection, which the older didn't mind. They would also come over to each other's house (which, at the end of the day, always end up with one of them sleeping over) off-days.

 It's one of those days wherein the rapper decided to come over to Yongsun's apartment telling the older she was bored as an excuse for her want to, once again, admire her in her casual home attire. It felt a bit more natural… and domestic, she thought.

 Funny, though, how Yongsun was the one captivated by the younger girl's seemingly perfect features.

 (They were sitting across each other, Byulyi's eyes on the kimchi fried rice Yongsun has made for her just earlier on as she ranted about random stuff the older was barely even paying attention to. She was too distracted by the way the younger's brows seemed to furrow as she talked about her worries about her pet corgi getting a little bit fatter.

 "It's unhealthy." She heard her grumble, a small pout beginning to form on her lips.

 The more she stared the more she wanted to blurt out the words she's been meaning to say all these time. And she did.

 "Let's date."

 "Daeba-Huh?"

 "You and me. Let's date.")

 -

 Byulyi remembered secluding herself from her family and friends, locking herself up in her room for weeks. She never went out unless she needed to restock her cup noodles and beer she had been living off to since the day after her nasty break up.

 It was until her youngest sister, then 5 years old, grabbed her hand when she was about to enter the dimmed space, pulling her into a tight hug and burying her face into Byulyi's stomach. She sobbed, croaking out the words "Unnie, I miss you. Do you hate me? Why won't you play with me anymore?"

 She realized, she needed to pull herself together. She needed to move on.

 So when those two words left Yongsun's mouth, she didn't know what to do. She was elated, yet hesitant. In the end, she decided, maybe taking a risk for the second time isn't that bad.

 -

 Byulyi and Yongsun have been dating for a year now and the younger woman was more than happy. She never once regretted the decision she had made.

 (They were currently sitting on a nearby bench, taking a short break from their so-called "friendly" date as they ate their ice cream in comfortable silence.

 Byulyi's fingers gently slipped through Yongsun's, giving her hand a light squeeze as if to say "I love you" which the older responded to by rubbing circles at the back of her palm. Byulyi stared at their joined hands, smiling contently as she went back to eating her ice cream.)

 Friends. It was what they have agreed on dubbing themselves in order to avoid the unwanted attention of the public. It was going well until now.

 -

 Byulyi was back in her dimmed bedroom, heart pounding hard against her ribcage as she scrolled through all the negative comments aimed at her and her lover.

 "Disgusting lesbians! Get the fuck out of our country."

 "Bet you a thousand they're doing this for attention."

 "This is why I never stanned Mamamoo ughhh ew"

 "LMAOOOOO another problematic shit done by the so-called 'queens'"

 It was a huge slip-up on her side.

 (There is nothing more relaxing for Byulyi than being at her favorite place with her favorite person. Byulyi watched Yongsun's lashes flutter close as the latter took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh scent of nature. It was evening. Yongsun was standing by the railings of the bridge overlooking the Han River, with bright colored lights contributing to the romantic atmosphere. It was picture perfect.

 Yongsun opened her eyes, a wide smile painted on her lips as she stared at the beautiful view before her. It made her happy, knowing that she could spend this time with Byulyi between their hectic schedules.

 Seeing Yongsun's eyes twinkle in excitement, cheeks flushed red making them look more like a mochi, Byulyi couldn't stop herself. She gently took Yongsun's head into her hand, softly carressing her cheeks and eventually leaning in for a kiss.)

 Tears slid down her cheek at the memory. Who would've known a beautiful moment would be the cause of the downfall of both their relationship and career?

 She had always wished for their relationship to last longer. She was contented being with her, and was willing to stay through sadness and joy even though not being able to proudly show off their relationship to the public pains her. It could not be helped, being a public figure in a conservative country such as South Korea. Even so, she was willing to hide if it means being able to be together with Yongsun. Though, life does not always play by our rules. That's the reality.

 Just as the thought came across her mind, she heard a familiar ding, signaling a new message from her other half. Her hand shook as she attempted to reach for her phone. She pressed the power button, expecting for the worst case scenario. She was right.

 "Let's break up."

 Yeah. It was for the best.

Also posted on twt and aff -> @teddehber

[byulsgrease]

red

a/n: crumbs for the sub byul fiends. thanks @gominiljido for letting me have a love lane prompt 😗

It’s all red.

Or shades of it, at least.

“You just can’t get enough of me, can you?” looking down on her in serious disdain, swiping your thumb through her lipstick. The smear trailing from the side of her lips makes her watery-eyed desperation all the more prevalent. You trace down to her chin and knead at her puffy lower lip, smirking in snide satisfaction when she opens her mouth to take in your thumb.

It’s not like she needs to answer the question— both of you already know the answer anyway.

Brightly smeared lipstick, the assorted marks littering her neck, the matching lingerie set hugging her form, nearly the same shade as the hair brushing her upper arms. Quite the sight indeed.

She’s just lucky you love her.

[mamamoo-gay]

*Solar storms into the house with rage & throws her groceries onto the couch*

Wheein: I'll go hide the cornflakes... Just in case.

*Moonbyul walks into the living room eating from a box of cornflakes & sees the rest*

Moonbyul: What did I miss?

Wheein: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

[sexualmamamoosnaps]

byulyi, i think i need you to put me over your lap and give me a good spank, p-please i'll be a good girl, i promise

"Hmm, How about we do something a little better? I can spank you whine you're riding my strap on."

-Moon Byulyi

[peachflamingotea]

moonbyul: i’d love to be a gay penguin. raise leftover eggs. not face discrimination.