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leriexoxo · 9 days ago

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Call Me Noona

Sub! Jisung x Dom! Reader

Tags: smut, sub!Jisung, slow teasing, edging, oral (m receiving), power play, light dom!reader, accidental hentai discovery, striptease, friends-to-something-filthier, overstimulation, begging, praise & degradation, desperate needy Han Jisung, soft aftermath, unprotected sex

Word count: 8.3k

Summary: It was supposed to be a normal movie night—until you stumbled across Jisung’s well-hidden hentai stash. He tried to stop you. You watched anyway. And the way he squirmed beside you, all flushed and flustered, calling you noona without even realizing it?Let’s just say… you liked the way he sounded when he begged. Now you can’t stop pushing his buttons—and he can’t stop calling you noona.

This work contains mature themes, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

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You were sprawled across Jisung’s bed like you owned the place, one leg hooked over the other, fingers lazily tapping through his movie folders with the TV screen mirroring everything from his laptop.

“Seriously,” you muttered, eyes squinting at the endless rows of file names. “How do you even have this much downloaded? You single-handedly killed streaming culture.”

Jisung groaned from the floor where he was sitting cross-legged, elbow propped on his knee and cheek squished against his palm. “I like having options, okay? What if the internet goes out one day and I can’t access Crunchyroll?”

You rolled your eyes with a grin. “Yeah, because God forbid you go a day without watching someone scream about friendship mid-fight.”

He smirked at that, but didn’t argue.

You scrolled past a bunch of series titles in Japanese, barely glancing at the years or episode counts. Half of them looked like gibberish. Some had thumbnails, some didn’t. But one caught your eye. Simple title. Clean file. Just one episode.

“Ooh,” you said, clicking before he could react. “This looks artsy.”

“No—wait—no no no not that one—”

Too late.

The screen went black for a second, then faded into the opening shot. Nothing too wild at first. A girl standing in the rain. Very Studio Ghibli vibes. The camera panned up…

Then straight into her cleavage.

You blinked. Jisung scrambled to his feet, tripping over a hoodie on the floor in his rush to get to the laptop.

“I swear I didn’t mean—that folder wasn’t supposed to—just give me a sec—”

You held up a hand, stopping him. “Chill. It’s fine.”

He froze mid-crouch, staring at you like you’d grown three heads. “…Fine?”

You nodded, casually grabbing the popcorn bowl from the nightstand and tossing a few kernels in your mouth. “It’s just cartoon porn, right? You’re not gonna die if I see a titty or two.”

Jisung looked mortified.

The screen lit up with another scene—this time two characters way too close for a casual conversation, rain-soaked clothes clinging to animated skin. The girl made a soft sound as the guy leaned in. A second later, the moaning started.

You didn’t flinch. But you felt Jisung tense beside you.

You smirked a little. “I mean… not bad. Plot’s kind of dramatic, but I get the appeal.”

He was standing rigid, like he was bracing for impact. “We can turn it off. Seriously. It’s not—this isn’t—I didn’t think you’d ever—”

“You’ve watched this whole thing?” you asked, interrupting.

His ears turned red. “…Maybe.”

You tilted your head, giving him a once-over. He wasn’t even looking at the screen anymore—just staring at the carpet, fists clenched at his sides like he was holding back a scream.

Cute.

You patted the spot next to you on the bed. “Come on, Sungie. Sit. We’re already halfway in.”

He looked at you like you’d suggested committing murder. “You’re seriously gonna—?”

“Yup.” You popped the p and smiled. “Don’t be weird about it.”

He hesitated for a beat. Then, like his body was moving against his will, he slowly climbed onto the bed beside you. Not touching. Barely breathing.

You kept your eyes on the screen, but you could feel the heat radiating off him. The occasional twitch of his knee. The way he sucked in a breath every time the moans got louder.

You leaned in just slightly. Close enough to smell his shampoo.

“So… is this your go-to?” you whispered.

Jisung’s breath hitched. “I—uh—w-what do you mean—?”

“You know.” You licked a bit of salt from your thumb. “When you’re in the mood.”

He didn’t answer. Couldn’t. His eyes were wide, locked on the screen, but they weren’t really watching anymore.

And when the next moan hit—a sharp, needy whimper that echoed around the room—you noticed it.

The way his legs shifted. The faint outline beneath his sweats.

Oh.

This was going to be fun.

You didn’t say anything right away. Just let the silence stretch between you, broken only by the slick, wet sounds coming from the TV. The kind that would’ve been embarrassing even in porn—especially in porn—but in animation? It was somehow worse. More exaggerated. Intense in a way that felt… intentional.

Jisung was a statue beside you, barely breathing. One wrong move and he’d probably combust on the spot. He’d pulled a blanket over his lap, which might’ve been subtle if his entire soul wasn’t screaming embarrassment. You caught the way his knuckles tightened on the edge of it every time the moans on-screen got louder.

You glanced sideways, pretending to adjust your seat, and yep—there it was.

The faint twitch of his hips. The way his thighs subtly pressed together.

The way his hand shifted beneath the blanket like he was trying to nudge his hard-on into a less painful position.

Gotcha.

You smirked and leaned back a little, drawing your knees up and wrapping your arms around them, feigning nonchalance. “You know, for someone who begged me to come over and hang out, you’re awfully quiet.”

“I didn’t know you were gonna find that folder,” he muttered, voice tight, ears practically glowing red.

“Mmhmm. But you didn’t stop me either.”

“I tried! You clicked it too fast, noona!”

There it was—noona. Said in that panicked, pitchy whine that made your stomach flutter. A little desperate. A little helpless. You wanted to hear it again.

You grinned. “Okay, so let’s say hypothetically I’m sitting here watching hentai on your bed and your very respectable, totally innocent reason for owning it is… what?”

He groaned. “Don’t do this to me.”

“Do what, Sungie?” you asked sweetly, shifting your legs so one of your feet brushed his ankle.

He tensed.

“I’m just trying to understand,” you went on, voice dropping just slightly, playful but edged with curiosity. “You like this stuff, don’t you?”

“I didn’t mean for you to see it—”

“That’s not what I asked.”

Jisung looked like he wanted to melt through the floor.

His lips parted, but no sound came out. You could see him trying to fight the words—his pride, his shame, the fact that you were watching him crumble one flustered breath at a time.

You let the silence answer for him. Let the soft moans and wet slaps from the screen fill the space between you.

Then, slowly, you leaned forward, propped your elbow on your knee, and rested your chin on your hand—watching him with lazy interest.

“So what do you do when you watch this, when no one’s around?” you asked, voice low and smooth. “Do you jerk off right here in bed?”

He made the tiniest gasp.

Your eyes dropped, just for a second, to where the blanket twitched again. A helpless little shift. Like his cock heard you and flinched.

And god, he was hard. Painfully so, judging by the way his legs clenched when your gaze lingered.

You smiled.

“You’re really not gonna make it through this, are you?”

Jisung’s throat worked around a swallow, and when he finally looked at you—eyes wide, lips parted, hands death-gripping the blanket—you felt the spark of it. Control. A flicker of power. A crack in the tension that made your skin prickle with anticipation.

He was fighting it. So hard. And failing.

Exactly how you liked it.

You could practically feel it pulsing off him now—heat, tension, humiliation thick enough to taste. The moans from the TV were getting louder, wetter, the kind of exaggerated audio that would’ve been funny if not for the way Jisung was visibly suffering beside you.

He was still under the blanket. Still pretending like he was fine. But his chest was rising faster now, his hands clenched in his lap like if he let go for even a second, he’d lose the last thread of his composure.

You tilted your head and smiled sweetly. “So… which part do you usually come to?”

He choked on air.

“I—what—”

“C’mon,” you murmured, nudging his knee with your own. “You’ve obviously watched this before. You know the plot. What’s your favorite scene?”

“I’m not—fuck, I can’t—”

His voice cracked halfway through, and he covered his face with both hands, shaking his head like that would magically make you disappear. But it didn’t. And he didn’t move away. If anything, he was squirming closer, shoulders tight, thighs pressed so close together it looked painful.

You shifted, turning toward him a little, letting your leg brush against his under the blanket. Casual. Gentle. But deliberate.

He jolted.

You leaned in, voice low. “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

His fingers peeked down from his face just enough for you to see his wide, glassy eyes. “You—you don’t even like this stuff—”

“I like watching,” you said, gaze dropping again to the subtle, twitchy movement beneath the blanket. “Especially when you get like this.”

He let out a soft, frustrated sound—half breath, half whine—and bit down hard on his bottom lip.

You inched closer, your thigh now fully pressed against his. Your hand slid down to rest just beside his lap—not touching. Just hovering. Your fingers flexed ever so slightly above the blanket, like you might move. Like you could—at any moment.

Jisung stared at your hand like it was a live wire.

“You’re really hard, Sungie,” you whispered. “I didn’t even do anything.”

“That’s the problem,” he whispered back, voice trembling.

You almost moaned at that.

Instead, you let your fingers trail forward—just a little—brushing the edge of the blanket. “You’re throbbing.”

“I know,” he said through gritted teeth, shoulders hunching.

“Do you want me to touch you?”

His head snapped toward you, eyes wide in panic and hope and sheer, desperate disbelief.

But your fingers didn’t move any closer. They stayed right there, just above the spot where you could see him twitching. You could practically feel the heat of him through the fabric.

“Say please,” you whispered, lips curling.

He whimpered.

That tiny, high-pitched, completely involuntary sound that made your stomach drop and your thighs clench.

“Oh my god,” you breathed, grinning. “Did you just whine, baby?”

Jisung’s entire body curled inward. His face was buried in his hands again, voice muffled but still audible. “You’re killing me…”

You leaned closer, lips just inches from his ear. “You’re such a mess. All I did was sit next to you and press play.”

Another whimper. Slightly louder.

You could feel how close he was to breaking. No touching, no kissing, not even a hand under the blanket yet—and he was already leaking, hips twitching like he didn’t know whether to thrust or hide.

God, he was perfect like this.

And you weren’t done yet.

—

You hadn’t even touched him.

That was the part that was really driving him insane.

Your hand was right there, hovering above the blanket like a tease, so close he could feel the air shift every time your fingers moved. And he wanted it—God, he wanted it so bad he couldn’t think straight.

The worst part? You were calm. Like this wasn’t doing anything to you. Like you weren’t fully aware of the absolute meltdown happening next to you.

His hips shifted again—unintentionally, stupidly. A tiny jerk up toward your hand before he caught himself and froze.

You caught it.

You felt it.

And your smile turned downright cruel.

“Aw,” you cooed softly, “Sungie… were you trying to hump my hand?”

He gasped like he’d been slapped. “No! I— I didn’t mean—”

You leaned closer, your breath brushing his ear. “It’s okay. You can. If you want.”

A full-body shudder rippled through him.

“I can’t,” he whispered, and his voice broke like something inside him snapped with it. “I—Noona, I can’t.”

You froze.

Then smiled.

That little “noona” slipped out like a secret—unthinking, accidental, soaked in humiliation. A slip of the tongue wrapped in submission.

He was so far gone.

“I think you can,” you whispered, inching closer. “Or do you need help?”

He whimpered.

You let your fingers dip lower—still not touching, but now brushing the faintest hint of pressure against the blanket. Just enough to make him twitch again, like his cock had a mind of its own.

Jisung made the softest sound you’d ever heard from him. Barely a noise. Just a choked little gasp, like he was trying not to cry.

And then—so quiet you almost missed it:

“Please…”

You blinked.

He said it again, this time louder, voice wrecked and shaking.

“Please.”

Your breath caught.

“Please what, Sungie?”

His hands were fists now, gripping the edge of the blanket so hard his knuckles had gone white. He still couldn’t look at you. Couldn’t say it. Not that part.

But you weren’t letting him off that easy.

“Tell me what you want,” you murmured, fingers grazing the slightest pressure against where you knew he was throbbing. “Use your words, baby.”

He gasped again and shook his head. “I c-can’t.”

“You can,” you said softly, drawing circles with your fingertip on the blanket. “Or I’ll stop.”

His whole body jerked. “No! Don’t—don’t stop—please…”

You smiled. Sweet. Warm. Patient.

Then whispered, “Beg.”

And that was it.

Jisung broke.

“Please touch me,” he gasped, breath hitching between each word like they hurt to say. “Please, I—I’m so hard, I can’t—I need it, noona, please just—just touch me, I’ll be good, I swear, I’ll—fuck, I’ll do anything—”

You could feel it. The way he was straining under the blanket now. He was throbbing.

“God,” you breathed, just watching him fall apart, “you’re so fucking pretty when you beg.”

And he whined. Full-on, breathless, trembling and red-faced.

Completely, deliciously ruined.

“Please,” Jisung whimpered again, the word catching on the edge of a sob. “Please, noona, I’m—I need it, I’m so—fuck—please…”

He was trembling under the blanket now. Shaking like he was on the edge of something he couldn’t crawl down from. Eyes glassy, thighs clenched so tight he was probably cramping. You watched him fall apart and felt your chest swell with it—fondness, lust, power. All tangled together in one hot little knot low in your stomach.

Your voice was barely a whisper. “Okay.”

And then—finally—your hand slipped beneath the blanket.

He gasped.

Not a sharp sound. Not a surprised one.

Soft.

Like relief.

Like he’d been holding his breath for an hour and was only just now allowed to exhale.

You slid your hand over the tent in his sweats, slow and teasing, feeling the heat of him pulse through the fabric. He was hard. Rock hard. And so wet—the front of his pants soaked through with how much he’d been leaking.

You let out a low hum, stroking gently over the damp spot. “Poor thing…”

Jisung made a strangled sound—half cry, half moan—and his hips lifted slightly off the bed. He was trying not to thrust, not to grind into your hand like some desperate little thing, but he couldn’t help it. His body was moving before his mind could stop it.

Your palm pressed a little more firmly.

“You’re dripping through your pants, baby,” you murmured. “You’re really that needy?”

He nodded, frantic, panting against his fist like he was trying to muffle the sounds spilling out of him.

“Look at me,” you said.

He did. Barely. Just a flick of those wide, wet eyes up to yours.

You leaned in, stroked him again—long and slow this time, from base to tip—and whispered, “You’re such a good boy.”

He whined.

The sweetest, softest little noise, punched right from the center of his chest.

“You’re gonna let me take care of you, hmm?” you cooed. “Just relax and let noona touch you. You don’t have to do anything.”

“I’m—I’m gonna come,” he gasped, hips jolting into your palm, “I can’t—I’m gonna—”

“No you’re not,” you said sweetly. “Not yet.”

You pulled your hand back.

He cried.

Not loud—but enough to make your heart stutter. A choked little sound like someone had just pulled the rug out from under him.

“Shh,” you soothed, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “You’re okay. You’re doing so well for me.”

He nodded, trembling. He didn’t even realize his hands had grabbed the hem of your hoodie, clinging to it like a lifeline.

“Breathe, baby,” you whispered. “You’re gonna be good and wait for noona, right?”

Another tiny nod. Barely there.

“Good boy,” you said again, and god, the way he shuddered under your praise made you feel drunk.

You slipped your hand back under the blanket, just resting it there over the soaked spot in his sweats, not moving—just letting him feel you.

“Let’s try again.”

He didn’t speak.

Couldn’t.

Not with your hand cupped over him, warm and steady, applying the faintest pressure to his swollen cock through those soaked-through sweats. He was trembling too hard to move, thighs shaking from holding back, lips parted like he was still trying to beg but the words had been knocked clean out of him.

You dragged your hand in a slow circle, barely pressing—just enough for friction. Just enough to feel him twitch under your palm.

Jisung’s breath stuttered out of him like a sob.

“You’re so sensitive,” you whispered, lips brushing the shell of his ear. “I bet you could come just like this.”

He let out a choked moan, fingers curling tighter in the hem of your hoodie like he was clinging to you to keep from unraveling. His hips rocked into your hand with a slow, broken rhythm—tiny, desperate thrusts, as if he was scared to move too much but couldn’t stop himself either.

You smiled and stroked him a little more firmly. “Do you like it when I touch you like this, Sungie?”

He nodded frantically, whimpering, but you weren’t satisfied.

“I wanna hear it.”

His head dropped back against the pillows, throat tight, chest rising fast. “I— I love it. I—please—noona, it feels so good, I—fuck—”

Your whole body sparked at that.

The way he said your name—noona, in that breathless, broken voice like he was handing you every ounce of control he had left. Just giving it to you, willingly. Needing you to have it.

You rewarded him with a slow, deliberate stroke.

And he gasped.

Not loud. Not sharp. Just a soft, overwhelmed little sound—like relief, like pleasure, like he’d finally been given permission to feel it.

Your fingers slid under the waistband of his sweats, warm skin to skin now, and his body jerked. His cock was soaked at the tip, twitching against your palm as you wrapped your fingers around him for the first time.

He cried out softly, hand flying to cover his mouth.

You kissed the side of his neck, nuzzling into his skin as your hand slowly—cruelly—started to stroke him.

Gentle.

Measured.

Like you had all the time in the world.

“God,” you whispered, “you’re so pretty when you’re falling apart.”

And he was.

He was falling apart—legs shaking, hands trembling, mouth spilling the quietest, neediest little noises as you stroked him slow and wet, letting his pre-cum slick your hand.

He whined again—full-bodied, almost like he was about to cry.

“Please,” he whispered, voice cracking. “Please don’t stop. Please, noona…”

You smiled into his neck, never once speeding up.

“Just a little more,” you said. “Be good and wait for me.”

He sobbed. Nodded. Let you ruin him.

And you kept going.

Just enough to keep him on the edge.

You could feel it in the way he was pulsing against your palm—hot and thick and aching. He was close. So close. And still you kept it slow, your fist sliding along his shaft in long, measured strokes, just enough pressure to make him twitch, just enough rhythm to keep him teetering on the edge.

He was trying so hard to be good.

Trying not to buck up into your hand.

Trying not to sob every time your thumb swirled over the weeping tip of his cock.

You leaned over him, voice low and soft and cruel. “You wanna come?”

“Yes,” he gasped, hips jolting up involuntarily. “Please—please, noona, I need to—”

You cut him off with a sharp squeeze at the base of his cock.

He choked on a moan, thighs shaking beneath you.

“You need to what?” you asked, cocking your head. “You gonna be a good boy and ask me right?”

He nodded so fast it looked like it hurt.

“I want your mouth,” he whispered, voice shredded, “please—please suck me off, noona, I’ll—I’ll be good, I’ll do anything, just—just let me come, please…”

You exhaled slowly through your nose, heat pooling between your thighs at the sheer need in his voice. That desperate, raw edge that made your pulse pound.

“You think you earned it?”

He whined, hands fisting in the blanket now. “Yes—no—I don’t know—I just—please, I want your mouth, I want it so bad—need it—”

You didn’t make him wait anymore.

You slipped down the bed, pulled his sweats down to mid-thigh—and fuck, he was pretty. Red and flushed and dripping, twitching against his stomach like he’d explode if you so much as breathed on him.

And you did.

You leaned in, warm breath ghosting over his soaked tip, and Jisung shuddered so hard the bed shook.

You looked up at him from between his legs. “Gonna be a good boy and come in my mouth?”

He let out a wrecked little sound—half sob, half yes—and nodded again, barely able to hold eye contact.

You licked a slow stripe up the underside of his cock.

He screamed into his hand, trying to muffle it, but the noise still broke out of him, loud and wet and helpless.

You grinned, then finally—finally—wrapped your lips around the head, sucking him in slow and deep.

“Fuck—!” he cried out, body jolting like you’d shocked him.

You moaned around him, letting the vibrations ripple through his cock as you sank lower, swallowing him halfway, then bobbing up to suck just the head, tongue swirling around the slit where he was still leaking for you.

Jisung was gone.

Totally undone.

“Please,” he whimpered, a high, broken cry, “don’t stop—please, noona, I’m gonna—gonna come—”

You looked up at him again, your hand stroking what your mouth couldn’t reach, and gave him the softest, most indulgent look.

“Then come for me,” you whispered around the tip, lips brushing.

And he did.

With a strangled moan and a full-body jerk, Jisung came—hard, hot, all of it spilling onto your tongue as his hips stuttered and his thighs trembled under your hands.

You didn’t stop until he was whimpering, twitching, so sensitive it hurt.

Only then did you pull off slowly, licking your lips with a hum of satisfaction.

“Good boy,” you murmured, crawling back up beside him and cupping his flushed cheek. “You did so well.”

Jisung could barely breathe, eyes dazed and glassy, chest heaving like he’d just run a marathon.

You kissed his temple and smiled.

—

Jisung didn’t come out of his room for hours.

You didn’t bother knocking.

He needed space. Or at least, he thought he did. You’d seen the look in his eyes after he came in your mouth—glassy, overwhelmed, too stunned to speak. And now, judging by the silence down the hall, he was probably wrapped up in a ball of existential dread and leftover arousal, replaying every humiliating little whimper he made with his face buried in his pillow.

Which was fine.

You were in the kitchen, stealing his last packet of ramen.

He could sulk. You weren’t worried.

But Jisung?

Jisung was spiraling.

He’d taken one look at his reflection in the mirror after you left him wrecked on the bed and nearly short-circuited. His mouth had dropped open like he was looking at someone else. Some needy little version of himself who begged, and cried, and humped your hand like a virgin loser with a mouth kink and zero self-respect.

And you’d smiled. The whole time. Like it was cute.

Like he was cute.

It was making him insane.

He hadn’t even meant to say that. Noona. That slipped out like it was embedded in his nervous system. He only ever said it when he was flustered, embarrassed—helpless.

And now you probably knew that.

Now you knew everything.

He paced. Stopped. Paced again.

Then slammed his fist against the wall and groaned.

He had to say something. He couldn’t go back out there and pretend nothing happened. He had to clear the air. Get his dignity back. Reclaim a shred of pride.

He had to man up. So he did.

Sort of.

He came out of his room wearing a hoodie and shorts that hid absolutely nothing. Still red-faced. Still looking like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole.

And you?

You were sitting on his couch, sipping hot broth, completely unbothered.

You looked up when you heard him approach, smiled like you’d just remembered he existed.

“Oh hey. You good? That nap must’ve knocked you out.”

Jisung froze.

“…A nap?”

You slurped your noodles. “Mhm. You were all tuckered out, so I figured I’d let you rest.”

His jaw fell open.

You said it like you hadn’t wrecked him. Like he hadn’t come in your mouth and collapsed into the mattress like a short-circuited robot. Like he hadn’t sobbed into his own hoodie while your hand slowly jerked him off for ten full minutes.

Like that hadn’t happened at all.

You didn’t even look at him differently.

“I—” he started, then shut his mouth.

You turned to glance at him, calm, patient. “You okay?”

He stared.

Then looked away.

Then forced himself to meet your gaze.

“I need to talk to you about what happened.”

You blinked. “Okay.”

“…Earlier.”

“Yeah?”

“When you…” He paused, face reddening instantly, “…you know.”

“I sucked your dick,” you said plainly, watching him with an innocent tilt of your head.

He flinched.

“Oh my god—don’t say it like that.”

You shrugged. “I’m just saying what happened.”

“That’s the problem!” he burst out, hair sticking up like he’d just pulled at it. “You’re so chill about it, and I—” He gestured at himself, vaguely distressed. “I’ve been locked in my room for hours because I literally cannot stop thinking about how pathetic I was.”

“You weren’t pathetic.”

“I begged.”

“And it was hot.”

His mouth opened. Shut. Open again.

You sipped your soup.

“I can’t look at you,” he muttered, dragging a hand over his face.

You gave him a slow, cheeky smile. “But you can call me noona.”

His whole body went still.

You watched it land.

Watched the heat crawl up his neck like wildfire.

“I didn’t— I didn’t mean—” he stammered, ears turning scarlet, “That’s not—I only do that when—”

“When you’re embarrassed?” you offered sweetly.

He groaned, face crumpling into his hands. “Oh my god.”

You scooted closer on the couch, socked foot nudging his thigh. “You were really cute, you know.”

He whimpered.

“I mean it,” you said, softer now. “I liked it. You were so open with me. So honest about what you wanted.”

He peeked out through his fingers, still sulking, still red.

“…You’re not gonna stop messing with me, are you.”

You grinned. “Absolutely not.”

He groaned again—but quieter this time.

And he didn’t move away when you leaned into his side.

—

It’d been days since you touched him.

Days since you had him in your mouth, soaked and shaking, calling you noona like it meant something—like it slipped out from a place so deep he didn’t even realize it was there. You hadn’t brought it up since. Not even once.

But he’d been acting different.

You noticed.

You always noticed.

Jisung had a way of drifting toward you now. Sitting closer than necessary. Hovering in doorways when you were in the kitchen, pretending to be busy while his eyes tracked you from behind his bangs. He hadn’t looked you directly in the face since that night. Couldn’t. But he kept orbiting you like he didn’t know how not to.

And honestly? It was adorable.

So you decided to play with him.

The whole group was over at Chan’s place. A casual hang, nothing special—snacks, games, bodies flopped across beanbags and the floor. You ended up next to Jisung on the couch, thigh pressed to his, just barely.

You didn’t pull away.

He didn’t either.

You kept your voice light, playful, engaged in the group chat as usual. But under the surface, you started your game. Small touches. Innocent, on the surface. A light hand on his wrist when you passed him a drink. A brush of your knee when you shifted. Fingers ghosting over the nape of his neck when you leaned across him for the remote.

He flinched at that one.

You didn’t even look at him.

Just smiled to yourself and kept going.

He wasn’t saying anything—but the way he kept swallowing, the way his thigh twitched under yours, the way he kept adjusting the hem of his hoodie like he needed to hide—oh, he was feeling it.

And he had no idea how obvious he was.

You leaned in close at one point, pretending to inspect his phone screen. “You okay?” you murmured, quiet enough that no one else would hear.

He nodded too quickly.

“Yeah,” he said, voice a little too thin. “Fine.”

“Mmm.” You trailed your fingers down his forearm as you leaned back again. “You seem tense.”

You didn’t miss the way he shifted.

Didn’t miss the way his breath caught.

He didn’t respond.

You turned your attention back to the group.

Let him stew.

A few minutes passed. Jeongin was yelling about Felix stealing his banana in Mario Kart. Jisung hadn’t said a word. You could feel the heat coming off him like a furnace now, his leg trembling ever so slightly where it touched yours.

Then you dropped a piece of popcorn between his legs.

Deliberate.

You reached down to grab it.

Your fingers grazed his inner thigh.

Jisung made a sound. Barely a breath, but enough.

You heard it.

You smiled.

And then—slow, subtle, with only the two of you in on it—you leaned over and whispered, just for him:

“You missed me, didn’t you?”

He didn’t answer. Couldn’t. His face had gone scarlet, ears burning as he shifted slightly away—but not far enough to break contact.

Then, barely audible, like it’d been dragged out of him against his will:

“…Noona.”

You bit back your grin.

Because now you knew.

He wanted more.

And he didn’t even know how to ask for it.

You couldn’t stop the smirk that curled on your lips.

You’d been playing with him all night, and now you were done pretending. You knew what he wanted. You could see it in the way his eyes darted over you when he thought no one was looking. In the way his body tensed whenever you made a move, every touch sending an electric jolt through him that he was too embarrassed to acknowledge.

It was cute, how much power you had over him.

And you weren’t about to let that go.

The game was fun, but it was time to finish what you started.

As the group started to thin out—Felix and Jeongin arguing over who could carry the most snacks, Chan swearing he’d make up for the mess—your eyes never left Jisung. He was still sitting there, but there was a visible tension in his shoulders, a tightness around his jaw like he was holding something in.

You could practically hear his heartbeat.

You stood, casually walking toward him, the edges of your smile curling up with a dark, secret intention. You weren’t sure if he was aware, but his body was already reacting to you, the way his eyes tracked your every move, the way his breath hitched when you came into his space.

“Hey,” you said, voice smooth and innocent. “I need to grab something from my place. You wanna come with me? I’ll give you a ride.”

Jisung blinked, the hesitation flashing in his eyes before he nodded slowly, like he was too lost in his own head to come up with a reason to say no. His throat worked as he swallowed, fighting to control the panic that was starting to edge in. He didn’t want to go, but he couldn’t say no to you. Not anymore.

“Yeah, okay,” he muttered, his voice tight, like he wasn’t sure what he was agreeing to.

You could see the war in his mind. He didn’t know if he should resist. But he wouldn’t. Not when the tension between you both was too thick to ignore.

You led the way out of the apartment, your fingers brushing against his as you reached for your keys, feeling the buzz of anticipation thrumming under your skin.

The ride to your place was quiet, too quiet, but there was an underlying tension that made every second feel thick, drawn out. Jisung sat too stiffly next to you, and you could tell he was fighting himself—his body was practically shivering with need, but his face was doing everything to hold it in.

You pulled into your parking spot, and when you stepped out of the car, you didn’t wait for him. You were already moving, hips swaying in a way you knew drove him crazy.

By the time you reached your front door, you could feel him lingering behind you, his gaze almost burning into your back.

You turned just as you unlocked the door, catching the nervous flicker in his eyes. “You’re not leaving yet, are you?”

His gaze flicked to the ground, avoiding your eyes. “I—I wasn’t planning on it…”

“Good.” You smiled sweetly, opening the door and stepping aside, letting him enter first. “I thought we could have some fun tonight.”

His body tensed the second those words left your lips. You noticed the way his eyes widened, then narrowed as he processed your meaning. He didn’t have to say it, you could feel his reluctance, but you could also feel the way his body wanted to follow.

He took one step inside, then another, and finally, the door clicked shut behind him, leaving the two of you in the silence of your apartment.

You were in front of him in an instant, your fingers catching the hem of his hoodie and tugging it upward. “You look so good when you’re nervous,” you murmured, your lips close to his ear.

He inhaled sharply, unable to fight the shiver that ran down his spine. “Noona,” he whispered, low, his voice breaking with that same nervous energy.

“Shh,” you soothed, almost patronizingly, as you peeled the hoodie off his body, revealing the tight t-shirt underneath. You let your fingertips trail across his skin, watching the way his muscles jumped under your touch, how his breathing quickened with every inch of contact. “You don’t need to be nervous, Jisung. I’m not going to bite… unless you want me to.”

He stuttered, a low sound escaping from his throat that he couldn’t contain, and you could see him unraveling. The distance between you both was closing, every touch sending him closer to the edge of what he could handle.

“You’ve been so good for me,” you cooed, trailing a hand down to rest just above the waistband of his jeans. “And you know what happens when you’re good, right?”

His throat worked again, his fingers twitching as if he wanted to touch you but didn’t have the guts. “What… what happens?”

You didn’t answer with words.

Instead, you moved closer, pressing your body flush against his. His breath hitched as he felt your heat against him, and you took a moment to just bask in the way he was falling apart. He couldn’t even look at you directly anymore—he was too shy, too humiliated by how much he wanted this.

And you? You loved it.

You had the power. You held all the cards.

“Let’s see just how much more you can take tonight.”

The door clicked shut behind you both, and Jisung took a small step back, his fingers nervously twitching by his sides. He didn’t know where to look—anywhere but at you, really. The weight of what had just happened, the pressure of everything building up between you, was almost too much for him to handle. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, his thoughts scattered.

But you weren’t going to let him think.

You watched him, your eyes burning into his as you crossed the room slowly. He flinched slightly when you moved, but you didn’t care. You reached out, trailing a finger down the side of his face, lingering just under his jaw. The touch was soft, teasing, but it made his skin flush, his body already betraying him.

“Can’t believe you just let me lead you all the way here,” you purred, voice low, practically dripping with a dark satisfaction. You didn’t even need to say more for him to understand exactly what you meant.

Jisung opened his mouth, but nothing came out, like his voice had been stolen by the intensity of the moment. His hands fidgeted at his sides, shifting uneasily from one foot to the other.

“You look so cute like this,” you teased, stepping closer. “All flushed and nervous. Don’t tell me you’re scared now, Jisung.”

“I—I’m not scared,” he stammered, but there was no convincing it in his voice. You could see how badly he wanted to take control—how much he craved to prove himself to you, to show you that he was more than just a shy mess.

But you weren’t having any of that.

You closed the gap between you, pushing him lightly against the wall, your body pressing flush against his. He gasped at the sudden proximity, his breath hitching as his hands hovered around your waist, but he never quite touched you. His fingers trembled with restraint, as if he knew better than to act without your permission.

“Please,” he whispered, his voice desperate, but still so soft, so willing to let you lead.

“Please what, Jisung?” you purred, tilting your head, your lips curling into a wicked smile. “Tell me what you want. Tell me how badly you need it.”

His throat tightened, and for a moment, he seemed to freeze, caught between the urge to stay obedient and the overwhelming desire to let it all spill out. His eyes fluttered shut, and he bit his lip like he was fighting a losing battle against his own desperate need.

“Want you,” he finally mumbled, barely audible. “Want you, noona.”

You felt the power surge through you at the sound of him saying it, and you took your time. You didn’t rush it. You leaned in closer, letting your breath brush against his ear, your lips grazing his skin just enough to make him shiver.

“Want me?” you repeated, soft and taunting, as you let your hands slip under his shirt, your fingers dancing across his skin in a way that made his breath catch. “Is that all you want, Jisung? Are you sure?”

He nodded quickly, a sharp, needy sound escaping him as his hands finally, finally found the courage to rest on your hips, pulling you tighter against him. His body was trembling now, like he was losing control, and you could feel how badly he wanted it.

“Please, noona,” he begged again, his voice low, strained with the weight of his need. “Don’t tease me.”

But you didn’t care about his pleas. You could see the way his eyes darkened as he struggled, still too shy to take the next step but wanting to. He was so damn desperate.

You knew exactly how to handle him.

Reaching down, you undid his pants with slow, deliberate movements, just enough to drag it out. You watched his face twist with frustration, eyes flicking between your hands and your face, unsure what to do with himself. You teased the waistband of his boxers with your fingers, but you didn’t pull them down. Not yet.

“I think you’ve been waiting long enough,” you finally whispered, giving him the release he so badly craved.

Jisung let out a shuddering breath, his body finally relaxing in defeat as you took control, his cock springing free from the confines of his boxers. His eyes fluttered shut, and he let out a broken moan when your hand wrapped around him, just once—enough to drive him wild.

“You want it, don’t you?” you murmured, your voice like velvet, though you were far from gentle. “You want me to finish what I started?”

He couldn’t answer. He was too far gone, shaking under your touch as you stroked him slowly, carefully, watching him unravel under the pressure.

“Please,” he gasped, his voice barely above a whisper. “Please, noona, I can’t take it anymore.”

And that was all you needed to hear.

You leaned in close, your lips brushing his ear as you whispered, “What noona wants, noona gets, Jisung.”

His chest was heaving, his body trembling under your touch—and you hadn’t even started yet.

Still pinned to the wall, pants shoved halfway down his thighs, Jisung looked ruined already. His lashes fluttered, lips parted, his cock twitching in your hand as you gave him the slowest, laziest stroke imaginable. Just enough to keep him there, teetering, aching.

“You’ve been thinking about me, haven’t you?” you purred, your voice a soft blade. “Every time you touched yourself. Every time you watched one of those filthy videos.”

He whimpered. Literally whimpered. And it went straight to your core.

“I—I didn’t mean to—” he stuttered, eyes glassy, desperate. “I just—fuck—couldn’t stop.”

Your grin widened. Exactly the answer you wanted.

“Well,” you whispered, drawing back slightly, “I think it’s time I give you something better to fantasize about.”

You stepped back. Slowly. Intentionally. His hands twitched toward you like he couldn’t bear the distance, but you just tsked and shook your head.

“No touching,” you warned, voice firm. “If you want this—you watch. Hands behind your back, pretty boy.”

He swallowed hard. Then obeyed. Just like that. His wrists pressed to the wall behind him, his cock bobbing helplessly in the open air, flushed red and leaking already, the image of pure obedience and pure lust colliding in one trembling body.

And then—you started undressing.

Deliberately slow. You held his gaze, never letting him look away. Every piece of clothing peeled from your skin like a secret he wasn’t supposed to see. His breathing turned ragged. His thighs trembled. You hadn’t even touched him again yet and he already looked close to tears.

Your bra hit the floor. His knees buckled.

“Fuck,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “Noona—noona, please—”

You stepped closer. Your hands skimmed up your own body as you walked, swaying your hips with wicked intention. “You like this, baby? Like watching me take my time just for you?”

His mouth opened to answer, but only a broken gasp came out.

Then your panties dropped. And he lost it.

Suddenly his hands were on you, grabbing, clinging, pulling you back against him like his body had stopped listening to his brain. You let him. You let him.

You didn’t miss how hard he was rutting against your thigh, panting desperately, moaning into your skin like he was starved. His fingers fumbled across your waist, hips, ass, like he couldn’t decide where to touch first.

“I—need you,” he gasped, helpless. “Please, please, I can’t—I need—”

Your lips brushed his ear. “You want to fuck your noona?”

He whined.

Your fingers slid between your legs, slow and taunting, just enough to coat yourself. You grabbed his cock and guided him to your entrance.

“You get one chance to behave, baby,” you murmured. “Make it count.”

And when you finally let him in—

He broke.

Jisung cried out, a choked, wrecked moan as he sank into you, his arms wrapping around you like he was trying to climb inside your skin. His hips moved with frantic desperation, rutting into you like he couldn’t control himself, like his body was acting on pure need.

“F-fuck, you feel—you feel so good, noona—” he whimpered, hips snapping hard against yours, the sound of skin on skin echoing in the room. “Been dreaming—fuck—been dreaming of this—”

You kissed his neck, dragged your nails down his back, and he whimpered again.

His thrusts were erratic, messy, driven by pure instinct. He buried his face in your shoulder, clutching at you like his life depended on it. His breath was hot and ragged against your skin.

“Need you, noona—need to come inside—wanna come so bad—please—please—”

You shushed him, whispering filth into his ear, telling him how good he felt, how sweet he was when he begged. Every word made him moan louder, lose rhythm, his control slipping like water through shaking fingers.

You clenched around him—tight, deliberate—and he cried out, biting down on your shoulder as he came, hips jerking wildly, cock twitching deep inside you. His whole body went stiff, then soft, collapsing against you like his bones had melted.

You held him through it, even as he trembled, even as he whimpered into your skin, still whispering broken apologies between his breathless moans.

But all you did was smile.

Because this was just the beginning.

—

Sunlight crept in through your half-closed blinds, golden and lazy, washing the room in a quiet warmth that didn’t match the wreckage of the night before.

You stirred. Barely.

Your body ached in all the right ways. Limbs heavy, thighs trembling at the faintest twitch. You blinked up at the ceiling, lips parted in a breathless little sigh as the memories hit you all at once—his moans, his hands, the way he begged, the way he fucked you through every single orgasm you gave him permission for.

You felt like you’d been dragged through heaven, ruined by a boy with too much energy and not enough self-control.

And then—movement beside you.

Jisung.

He was curled up against you under the sheets, hair messy, lips kiss-swollen and still curved up in the faintest smile. One arm was lazily draped across your stomach, and the other curled under his cheek like he was the innocent one here.

He looked utterly blissed out.

You hated how adorable he was.

“Morning,” he mumbled, voice hoarse with sleep. His eyes cracked open halfway, still glazed, warm and dopey. “You alive?”

You groaned.

“Barely,” you muttered, unable to stop the grin pulling at your lips. “You’re insane. Who the hell fucks like that and still has energy to keep going?”

He giggled. Actually giggled. And you felt the vibration of it through your ribs where he was pressed against you.

“Guess I was just… really excited,” he whispered, rubbing his cheek lazily against your side like a cat. “You stripped for me, noona. You had me fucked up. I had to give it back.”

You rolled your eyes, shifting slightly—then freezing as your thighs protested the motion, sore and jelly-like. “I literally can’t feel my legs.”

His head snapped up, eyes wide, and then that soft grin stretched into something a little too smug.

“…Really?”

You narrowed your eyes.

He bit his lip. His ears flushed. But the pride in his expression was unmistakable.

“I knew I was doing good,” he mumbled, voice just the tiniest bit cocky through the sleepy rasp. “You were so loud. I was like, holy shit, this is real.”

“You begged the whole time,” you shot back, nudging his thigh with your knee—though the motion immediately made you regret it. “Don’t act like you didn’t cry on orgasm number three.”

He groaned and buried his face in your stomach, too embarrassed to argue.

“I was sensitive! You kept squeezing me—what was I supposed to do?!”

“You loved it.”

“…Yeah.” He peeked up at you with the softest little smile, all sheepish and clingy again. “I really loved it.”

You carded your fingers through his hair, letting your nails lightly graze his scalp, and he melted into your touch like butter. It was almost ridiculous, how this sweet, flustered boy was the same one who’d left you shaking just hours ago.

He kissed your hip gently. Then again. And again. Just soft little things, like he couldn’t stop touching you even if he tried.

“Can we stay like this all day?” he whispered.

You sighed, sinking further into the mattress, the ache between your legs humming in agreement. “We don’t have a choice. I literally can’t walk.”

He grinned. Absolutely beamed. Then cuddled up tighter against you, slipping his leg between yours, like he was trying to steal the last bit of warmth from your body.

“Then I guess I did good,” he said softly.

You glanced down at him. “Jisung?”

“Yeah?”

“…Next time, warn me.”

He giggled again, and your stomach did that stupid fluttery thing. His lips brushed over your skin, fingers trailing nonsense patterns over your side. He looked like the happiest boy alive.

And honestly?

You kinda loved that it was you who made him that way.

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Authors note: so this was a bit long and we arent really due for a jisung update yet but my friend really wanted a subby jisung fic so i had to write, kinda got carried away lol.

I hope you liked it still, it means a lot to leave me your comments and likes and reblogs! Thank you!

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The 2023 Yuri Guide - Anime

Your ultimate guide to the best Yuri content with over 200 curated titles from every genre and medium.

Adachi and Shimamura

• School • Slice of Life • Romance • Friends to Lovers • Slow burn

Adachi and Shimamura's days of skipping school offer a new world to explore. But as these delinquents bond, unexpected emotions begin to blossom. Now if they could just admit how they feel…

Streaming on Crunchyroll (Sub/Dub)

BIRDIE WING -Golf Girls' Story-

• Sports • Comedy • Drama

Eve is an underground golfer who supports poor street orphans with the money she makes from illegal golfing matches. But her life is about to change forever when she meets a young golfer who's just arrived from Japan...

Streaming on Crunchyroll (Sub)

The Executioner and Her Way of Life

• Action • Fantasy • Isekai • Enemies to Lovers

When Menou, an Executioner of deadly interdimensional “Lost Ones,” encounters a Lost One named Akari who can cheat death, she sets out on a mission to kill the unkillable girl — but her newly stirring feelings might get in the way of her blade.

Streaming on HIDIVE (Sub/Dub)

Flip Flappers

• Fantasy • Action • Magical Girl • Love at First Sight

Cocona’s world is turned upside down with the appearance of Papika. They set off on an adventure in “Pure Illusion.” In the pursuit of the “Shards of Mimi,” obstacles arise, and the shards enable them to transform.

Streaming on HIDIVE (Sub/Dub)

If My Favorite Pop Idol Made it to the Budokan, I Would Die

• Comedy • Music • Multiple Couples • Love at First Sight

Two years ago, super-fan Eripiyo was hypnotized by Maina Ichii and her pop group ChamJam. Now Eri dreams of seeing her favorite group make it big, to the Budokan arena! Her passionate desire consumes money and time—but no cost is too high. This is fandom!

Streaming on Crunchyroll (Sub/Dub)

Inugami-san to Nekoyama-san

• School • Slice of Life • Comedy • Multiple Couples

A mutual friend introduces Yachiyo Inugami, a dog-like girl who loves cats, and Suzu Nekoyama, a cat-like girl who loves dogs. The girls find themselves drawn in by their opposite traits and the most outlandish relationship starts to take form in this wild comedy that will have you barking (and meowing?) with laughter.

Streaming on Crunchyroll (Sub)

The Magical Revolution of the Reincarnated Princess and the Genius Young Lady

• Fantasy • Romance • Comedy • Isekai

When noblewoman Euphyllia is unjustly stripped of her title as the kingdom’s next monarch, the buffoonish Princess Anisphia takes it upon herself to right this wrong. Despite being taken for a fool ’cause of her silly antics, Anisphia is a magic genius, and she has a plan to help Euphyllia regain her good name. But little do they know—their encounter will alter the kingdom and the entire world! Streaming on Crunchyroll (Sub)

Maria Watches Over Us

• School • Slice of Life • Senpai/Kouhai • Multiple Couples

Students at Lillian Girls’ Academy become “soeurs” to support each other during their time at school. Shy Yumi Fukuzawa never thought she’d attract a soeur like the beautiful Sachiko Ogasawara, but Sachiko has unexpectedly set her sights on Yumi!

Streaming on HIDIVE (sub)

Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch from Mercury

• Sci-Fi • Mecha • Action • School • Drama • Marriage

A.S. (Ad Stella) 122― An era when a multitude of corporations have entered space and built a huge economic system. A lone girl from the remote planet Mercury transfers to the Asticassia School of Technology, run by the Beneritt Group which dominates the mobile suit industry. Her name is Suletta Mercury. With a scarlet light burning in her pure heart, this girl walks step by step through a new world.

Streaming on Crunchyroll (sub/dub)

Otherside Picnic

• Action • Sci-FI • Horror • Slow Burn

Moments from death, Sorawo is saved by the mysterious Toriko in the world of the Otherside. Entranced by its beauty, she discovers that this dimension is inhabited by monsters once thought imaginary. Joining with Toriko in her search for a missing friend, they set out to explore this nightmare realm and maybe make a little money. What they encounter could bring enlightenment—or drive them mad!

Streaming on Crunchyroll (Sub/Dub)

Puella Magi Madoka Magica

• Fantasy • Magical Girl • Horror • Tragedy • Fated Lovers • Multiple Couples

Madoka Kaname is an average 14-year-old girl who loves her family and friends. One fateful day, this all changes when she has a very magical encounter with a strange creature called a Kyubey. Kyubey have the power to grant one wish to chosen girls. However, in exchange, those chosen must become magical girls and use their powers to fight against witches, evil creatures born from darkness and catalysts of despair. Was this encounter by chance or fate? No matter the circumstance, this will surely change her destiny.

Movies Beginnings and Eternal retell this legendary and dark fantasy story with new and retouched animation and voice acting. The sequel film Rebellion follows Homura, unable to let her memories die, the magical girl continues to fight alone in the world that Madoka left behind, dreaming of meeting that nostalgic smiling face one more time...

TV - Streaming on Crunchyroll/Hulu (Sub) Films licensed by Aniplex of America

Revue Starlight

• School • Action • Drama • Weak Yuri

Childhood friends Karen and Hikari promised that they would one day become the next theatrical stars. Years later, the two finally have their chance during a mysterious audition, but they are not the only ones who have trained for this moment.

Streaming on HIDIVE (Sub/Dub)

Riddle Story of Devil (Akuma no Riddle)

• School • Action • Enemies to Lovers • Multiple Couples • Love at First Sight

Twelve female assassins are sent to a prestigious boarding school to compete against each other in a secret killing game. The winner will be granted anything her heart desires, but only one girl can come out on top. The mission is simple: send fellow student Haru Ichinose to an early grave. The task should be easy for heartless assassin, Toukaku Azuma – but everything changes when she finds herself strangely drawn to her naive target. Her decision to use her lethal skills to keep her new friend alive will raise the stakes of the game and push the girls closer together as the other beauties threaten to tear them apart.

Streaming on Funimation (Sub/dub)

Sakura Trick

• School • Slice of Life • Comedy • Friends to Lovers • Multiple Couples

Best friends Haruka and Yu are about to take their relationship from friendship to something more when they share a kiss! But when one kiss becomes two and three, how will their relationship change?

Streaming on HIDIVE (Sub)

Strawberry Panic

• School • Drama • Romance • Senpai/Kouhai • Multiple Couples • Love at First Sight

Nagisa has just transferred to a prestigious all-girls school that happens to share a campus with two other elite academies for young women. The new surroundings are overwhelming but Nagisa quickly adapts to life in Strawberry Hall with the help of her new friends. However, when Nagisa catches the eye of the mysterious Shizuma, the respected representative of all three schools, both their lives are forever changed. A bond beyond mere friendship develops between the two ladies amidst a chaotic school year full of heated conflicts, petty jealousies, and crossed boundaries.

Streaming on Crunchyroll/RetroCrush (Sub)

Sweet Blue Flowers

• School • Romance • Drama • Friends to Lovers

Fumi Manjoume enters Kamakura's accelerated high school - Matsuoka All-Girls High School. While waiting at the Kamakura station on the day of her entrance ceremony, she runs into an old childhood friend whom she had not seen in 10 years: Akira Okudaira. As their friendship is rekindled and they start falling back into the rhythm of friends again, it starts a delicate love story...

Streaming on Crunchyroll (Sub)

Volicia of Pluto

• Action • Indie • Sci-Fi • Mecha

In 2006, Akiko Hoshigami’s dreams of track-and-field stardom are dashed after a leg injury. She enters high school with her best friend, Ayano Umisoe, and between club activites and meeting new friends, the empty Akio begins to resember her former self. Until one day, Ayano suddenly dissapears.

Streaming on YouTube (Sub)

Yurikuma Arashi

• School • Drama • Sci-Fi • Enemies to Lovers • Multiple Couples

In a world divided between humans and hyper-intelligent, man-eating bears, Kureha attends an all-girls school and holds onto a simple wish—to spend the rest of her life with her classmate and soul mate, Sumika. But after a secret rendezvous ends in tragedy, Kureha vows to never back down on her love and put a bullet in any bear she meets.

Streaming on Funimation (Sub/Dub)

YuruYuri

• School • Slice of Life • Comedy • Multiple Couples

Four students decide to occupy the room of the defunct tea ceremony club, dubbing it the ‘Amusement Club.’ While the Student Council does its best to eliminate this club, their endless energy, happiness, and comedy will keep audiences smiling all season long!

Streaming on Crunchyroll (Sub)