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Sex Cage: Fame, Fun and Fire
Kwon Eunbi x Yujin x Male Reader
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part 1//part 2
You and Eunbi are seated side by side at the mall food court, each of you carrying a look of shared anxiety. Around you, the crowd is a tangled mess of shopping bags, kids running around, and people whoâve clearly never heard of headphones. But the noise outside is nothing compared to the storm within.
"So... are you nervous?" Eunbi nudges you, a teasing smile on her lips, trying to ease both your tension and her own.
"Just a little," you admit.
"Look, babe, you need to get used to this stuff. Sheâs just a girl."
"Not just any girl," you retort, frowning. "It's Yujin."
Eunbi shrugs, as casual as if meeting one of the biggest content creators of the moment were just another ordinary day. "So, sheâs famousâbig deal. She still puts on her pants one leg at a time, just like us." She looks at you, something warm and affectionate in her eyes. "Seriously, love, when she gets here, youâll see. It'll be like talking to anyone else."
As if the universe had a particularly cynical sense of humor, a voice chimes in from behind you.
"Found you!"
You both turn your heads so fast you might win an Olympic medal in synchronized movements. And there she isâYujin, in person, flesh and blood. Taller than you imagined, with an aura that seems to light up the entire food court. Sheâs dressed casually, a loose black knit sweater with a basic white tank barely visible underneath, and frayed denim shorts that add a laid-back vibe, matched with a studded belt. Sunglasses complete the look.
The brightness of her smile shatters any notion of âjust a girlâ into tiny, irrelevant pieces.
âHi... hi!â Eunbi finally stands, throwing herself into a hug with Yujin, desperately trying to keep her composure. Youâre still stuck on the bench, trying to convince yourself she didnât just step out of a fashion editorial.
Yujin steps back from Eunbi and looks at you, a smile that, if you werenât petrified, youâd swear had a hint of complicity. "And you, arenât you coming?" She opens her arms, waiting.
You stand, trying not to look like a complete idiot, and she pulls you into a casual hug that, in your head, lasts an eternity. âI was super excited to meet you both,â she says, pulling away and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
Eunbi, trying her hardest to act natural, replies, âWe were too. Youâre even prettier in person, honestly.â
Yujin lets out a lighthearted laugh. âOh, thanks, but look whoâs talking. Youâre so much more stunning in real life, too.â
Eunbi glances away, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks. âWell, I... thank you,â she stammers, unable to hold back a smile.
Yujin removes her sunglasses and glances at you, a curious expression on her face. âAnd you, honey, are cute too,â she says with a hint of amusement, âbut you look a bit tense. Nervous?â
"I... itâs just... itâs my first time doing this," you admit, trying to play it cool. You laugh, but itâs that kind of laugh that gives away every attempt at looking natural.
"Relax. Soon enough, weâll all be close. Want a decent coffee? I think we have a long day ahead."
Yujin leads the way to a quieter cafĂ©, and you and Eunbi exchange a lookâa mix of awe and satisfactionâas you follow her.
After all, itâs just another day.
Except it's not.
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The café is an unlikely refuge in the middle of the mall chaos. Unlike the food court, the lighting here is softer, as if the designers decided people spend more if they feel mysteriously cozy. Yujin, of course, looks perfectly at ease.
You place your orders at the counterâa cappuccino for her, an extravagant frappuccino for Eunbi, and a black coffee for you, because someone here had to add a touch of seriousness. With drinks in hand, the three of you find a table by the window, where you can watch the hurried tide of shoppers on the other side of the glass, as if observing a documentary on human behavior in its natural habitat.
Once youâre settled, Yujin turns to you both, firing off, âIâll admit, I didnât think youâd accept the offer. It took you a while to reply.â
You and Eunbi share one of those telepathic glances that only develop after years together. âWe were... going through some stuff at the time,â Eunbi answers, a bit awkwardly, as if trying to give a short answer to a question that deserves a thesis.
âAh, I get it,â Yujin says, with a smile that makes it clear she really does. âRelationships, huh? They always have their ups and downs.â
For a brief second, you and Eunbi glance at each other again, like two students caught off guard by a question in the middle of class. Explaining that, back in the anonymous video days, you were just friends feels like an odyssey no one wants to start. So you simply say nothing. Silence, after all, is one of the most efficient forms of communication.
Unfazed, Yujin continues, as if she has the supernatural gift of skipping over the complicated parts. âSo howâs it been, now that youâre not anonymous anymore?â
âFunny,â Eunbi begins. âThe first few weeks were... strange. I was afraid to go out, like, what if someone recognized me? But then I realized the world out there is a lot bigger than the view count on my screen.â
âOh, the ego hates this part,â Yujin comments, with a smile youâd classify as experienced. âBut donât worry. The worst that can happen is someone asking for a photo.â
She tilts her head, her eyes roaming over the two of you. âAnd your families? How did they react?â
You clear your throat, searching for the words. âWell, only my family knows. Eunbiâs parents... havenât found out yet, apparently. In fact, not even our friends found out. You know, it's not something you reveal with much enthusiasm. But eventually they'll get to the truth."
âReally? Well, I hope everything goes well when they find out,â Yujin says.
âMy family didnât take it too well at first, and maybe the fact that I revealed this to them when I was drunk contributed to that,â you admit, exhaling like youâre shedding a weight. âWe ended up taking a... break for a while, you know? But eventually, they called, and we were able to talk without drama. In the end, they came around.â
Yujin lets out a laugh, this time a bit more bitter. âParents, huh? Mine didnât accept it at all. But honestly? I was never a big fan of them anyway. These days, we kind of... donât talk anymore.â She shrugs, as if it were a small thing and not a complete family break. âSad, isnât it? But thatâs life.â
And then, right on cue, the drinks arrive. The waitress sets the cups down with clockwork precision, and Yujin holds her cappuccino as if itâs the most natural thing in the world to keep discussing family breakdowns while savoring milk foam.
You stare at the foam on your black coffee, maybe as a symbolic attempt to glimpse into the future. âAnd you... do you regret this choice?â
âMe?â Yujin raises an eyebrow and smiles. âNot at all. Today, I have my own life, I live super well, and freedom is priceless. By the way, what about you two? Any regrets?â
Eunbi shrugs, leaning over to grab her frappuccino. âNot yet,â she answers, looking at you for a moment as if seeking confirmation.
âSame here,â you add. âSo far, nothingâs really gone wrong. I quit my old job and now I have more free time to spend with my girlfriend, helping her with her business. But I confess that sometimes I find myself having some doubts about the future."
âDonât overthink it. As long as you two have each other, youâll get through any challenge.â She says it like someone whoâs navigated a fair share of rough waters and lived to tell the tale.
You and Eunbi share another look, and this time the smile you exchange feels like a silent pact, an okay, we can do this.
Yujin continues with a casual prophecy. âOh, and one more thing. This will also become your new normal. In five years, you might not even remember what the old life was like.â
Eunbi tilts her head, pretending innocence. âAnd is that a good thing?â
âOh, itâs very good,â Yujin replies, with a smile half genuine, half enigmatic. She takes a sip of her cappuccino, seeming to savor every drop, as if drinking directly from a magic potion. âFreedom can be a little... lonely at times. But honestly? Itâs the best thing there is.â
You and Eunbi absorb this in silence, but itâs not a silence that lasts long, as the cafĂ© door almost trembles when a group of girls enter, spotting Yujin. In an instant, the carefully cultivated tranquility of the cafĂ© goes right out the window.
âOH MY GOD, YUJIN!â one of them yells with the intensity of someone spotting BeyoncĂ©. The entire cafĂ© turns to look as you and Eunbi shrink in surprise. But Yujin only flashes that smile sheâs probably practiced in the mirror just for moments like this.
She gives a small wave, like a queen in her royal chamber, and the girls rush over, each with eyes sparkling with admiration and a genuine urgency, as if theyâre reporters interviewing a celebrity on the red carpet.
âIâm your biggest fan!â exclaims the first one, staring at Yujin like sheâs the last source of water in a desert. âI watch all your streams on Twitch. I mean, EVERY one. Even that stream that crashed because of your cat. That part was iconic.â
Yujin laughs, nodding. âAh, yes. He always thinks the keyboard is the best bed in the house.â
The second girl practically jumps with excitement. âYouâre like my fashion muse! I copied that blue hair you had a few months ago, you know? But the blue washed out after like three washes. Any tricks?â
âSure. First, get a good toner. Then say a couple of Hail Marys. Works every time.â
The third seems almost breathless with adrenaline, as if sheâs been preparing her whole life for this moment. âSeriously, youâre everything to me! I even follow your playlist on Spotify. Like, Iâm OBSESSED with your workout playlist.â
Yujin, now visibly flattered, raises an eyebrow. âAh, the workout playlist⊠a classic.â She turns to you and Eunbi, as if wanting to share a private joke. âIt has a certain vibe, you know? Who knew âDancing Queenâ could be so motivating for leg presses?â
Then one of the girls pulls out her phone, eyes alight with hope. âCan we take a picture with you, Yujin? And maybe you could say âhiâ on Stories? Just to prove this surreal moment actually happened.â
Yujin nods like a patient teacher. âOf course, letâs do it! Who wants to be first?â
Itâs chaos.
Each of them takes a selfie from a carefully studied angle, as if taking an X-ray, and Yujin smiles serenely in all of them, saintly calm. She says a quick âhi, everyone, Iâm here at the cafĂ© with these beauties!â on one girlâs Stories, while the girl herself looks ready to faint from sheer emotion.
Between selfies, one fan glances over at Eunbi, her eyes widening. âWait⊠arenât you Rubydden? Oh my God, I've seen some of your photos on Instagram! Youâre so beautiful, seriously!â
Eunbi gives a bashful yet proud smile. âOh, yeah, thatâs me. And this is my boyfriendâŠâ
âIs he also an influencer?â
âWell, in a way... yes,â Eunbi replies.
Another one elbows her friend, not-so-quietly whispering, âHey guys, now there are three famous influencers here! This cafĂ©âs getting a five-star Google upgrade today!â
Yujin, clearly amused, wraps up the photos and casually comments, âYou girls are amazing. Really. But now let me drink my cappuccino before it turns into iced coffee.â
The girls laugh, enchanted by how Yujin effortlessly combines a hint of farewell without losing any charm. They gradually back away, waving and sending another wave of compliments, promises to keep following everything she does, and even a lone âI love youâ from the back of the group.
Once theyâre gone, Eunbi turns to Yujin, looking fascinated, almost incredulous. âDoes⊠does this happen to you a lot?â
âDepends on the day,â Yujin replies, picking up her cup and taking a casual sip, as if fans were a weather phenomenon sheâs learned to predict. âBut lately, Iâve been seeing more girls following me. Ever since I started making content beyond, you know, just porn.â
Eunbi snaps her fingers, like sheâs had an idea. âHey, Yujin⊠do you think I should start streaming on Twitch too?â
Yujin looks at her over the rim of her cup, like sheâs evaluating a new piece of furniture. âShould you? Eunbi, thatâs not even a question. Itâs practically your duty! And I say that with no pressure, of course.â She smiles, but itâs the kind of smile that makes it clear the decision is practically made.
âBesides, you already have everything. Youâre charming, fun, and just mysterious enough to keep the audience hooked.â
Eunbi laughs, but you can see the idea starting to appeal to her. She turns to you. âDo you think I should try it?â
âDefinitely,â you reply. âAnd if you need, I can handle all the tech stuff. I can even set up notifications that scream âletâs fucking goâ every time someone subscribes.â
Yujin laughs, nodding, and takes another sip of her coffee. âThatâs it! People love that kind of silly stuff! Oh, and another thing, Eunbi: Twitch could be a gateway to other types of content. You can show youâre a whole person, you know? Talk about whatever you want. Books, music, I donât know, the best kind of teaâanything that makes people see youâre more than a pretty face and a name. Itâs marketing, itâs fun, and honestly, itâll protect you a bit from objectification. They wonât just see âEunbi, the hot girl from OnlyFans,â but âEunbi, the one who chats about everything for an hour and makes it interesting.ââ
Eunbi blinks, surprised. âDoes that actually work?â
âMore than you think,â Yujin responds with a mysterious smile. âAnd, over time, you wonât even need to explain youâre more than what they see. Theyâll already know.â
âSo⊠thatâs it,â Eunbi says, looking at you with an expression thatâs part excitement, part slight fear. âGet ready, youâll have a lot of work helping me set things up.â
Yujin laughs, shaking her head. âOh, itâs going to be great, sweetheart. And weâll definitely do some streams together. Weâll break the platform.â
You look at Yujin, a thought bubbling up in your mind. âSo, Yujin,â you start, as if about to ask the secret of the universe, âsince weâre talking about this spotlight thing⊠Whoâs the most famous adult content creator youâve ever met?â
Yujin doesnât hesitate for a second. Her eyes light up, and her smile widens like someone about to recount a legend.
âKarina.â
The word comes out with an almost tangible reverence, and both you and Eunbi lean in slightly closer, as if pulled by a collective magnet of admiration.
âKarina?â Eunbi repeats, curiosity shimmering in every syllable.
Yujin nods, with that distant look of someone whoâs seen the Mona Lisa or the Taj Mahal up close on a sunny afternoon. âKarina isnât just famous. Sheâs, like... an entity. Tall, graceful, perfect hair and skin, a flawless body, and a sense of style that could make anyone feel like a shabby peasant just by existing in the same room.â
âHmm, I see. So⊠sheâs pretty?â you ask, choosing the simplest word so itâs not too obvious that you already know who she is.
Yujin laughs, shaking her head. âPretty? Honey, pretty doesnât even come close. Sheâs stunning. Impeccable. The kind of person you look at and think, âWill my mom forgive me if I drop everything to devote myself to this woman?ââ
Eunbi lets out a small laugh, but itâs clear sheâs just as fascinated. âAnd sheâs actually nice to talk to and all?â
âOh, absolutely. Youâd expect someone like her to be arrogant, right? But Karina is sweet, kind. When she speaks, it feels like sheâs dedicating all her attention to you. She makes you feel like the most interesting person in the world.â Yujin sighs, as if reliving a pleasant dream. âSheâs polite with everyone, never makes anyone feel uncomfortable. Itâs almost surreal.â
âWow, she sounds like a myth.â Eunbi sighs.
âAlmost, yeah,â Yujin admits, leaning back. âSheâs a woman of class, you know? If I were to describe her... Sheâs like an old Hollywood movie star, but... updated for the internet age.â
Eunbiâs gaze slowly slides over to you, a hint of mischief in her eyes. âAnd you, babe, have you heard of this goddess?â
You clear your throat, trying to keep your composure, but your mind feels like itâs racing to avoid the tricky questions that are clearly coming. âWell... maybe Iâve heard of her... once or twice... around... on the internet.â
Eunbi raises an eyebrow, a smile beginning to form. âOnce or twice, huh?â
Yujin doesnât miss a beat, her gaze sparkling with mischief. âOh, Iâm sure he knows exactly who Iâm talking about!â
âI really donât know if I know her,â you reply, with the conviction of someone trying to dodge an unfair accusation.
Yujin laughs out loud, shaking her head. âOh, come on. Everyoneâs seen at least one of her videos. Sheâs practically a cultural landmark. Like... like watching The Godfather or something.â
âIâm not âeveryone,ââ you insist, trying to maintain some dignity.
But Eunbi and Yujin exchange glances and burst into a shared laugh, clearly amused at your expense. âOf course not,â Eunbi says, pretending an exaggerated innocence, while Yujin nods as if fully agreeing.
âRight,â Yujin says, with a wink. âYouâre totally immune to that sort of thing, for sure.â
âOkay, okay, but does she only do videos or... anything else?â you ask, trying to keep your tone casual.
âWell,â Yujin begins, âSheâs also an escort. And, well... they say her rates are higher than the national debt of a small country. But sheâs worth every centâat least, thatâs what those whoâve paid say.â
Eunbi scrunches her nose, as if trying to imagine the price and eventually giving up on the math. âSo, basically, sheâs perfect. Like... the adult version of Barbie?â
âAn adult Barbie mixed with the Mona Lisa and a dash of Cleopatra,â Yujin says, gesturing dramatically, as if her hands could illustrate such divinity. âBut seriously, I loved chatting with her. Really. We met at a party in Dubai, it was an incredible night, I even got nervous when I saw her, but she was so sweet and patient with me that I almost felt like her close friend.â
Eunbi and you look at each other, sharing a mixture of disbelief and fascination.
âShe sounds almost unreal,â you finally say, still trying to process the idea.
Yujin laughs, shaking her head. âShe is. And the best part? She knows it. But unlike many, she doesnât put on a show. She just... exists. And somehow, thatâs more impressive than anything she could try to be.â
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The apartment is bathed in the radiant light of early afternoon as you and Eunbi enter with Yujin, tryingâunsuccessfullyâto hide your nervousness under a casual façade. Yujin glances around, inspecting the space.
âWow, what a cozy place,â she remarks. âSeems perfect for a young couple. But who knows, maybe youâll, say, be able to expand things in the future, huh?â
Eunbi, smiling with a mixture of pride and discomfort, says, âMake yourself at home,â not quite sure what "at home" might mean for someone like Yujin.
âOh, I will,â Yujin responds, her tone so suggestive that you and Eunbi exchange a shared, nervous glance, caught between laughter and cold sweats. Yujin then casts an investigative look around the room before dropping the question. âCan I see where you two film?â
âOf course!â Eunbi replies, excited. You both lead her down the hallway to Eunbiâs former room, still decorated with vibrant trinkets and stuffed animals. Eunbi explains with a shy smile, âSince we started dating, I moved into his roomâitâs bigger. So this one became the studio.â
"You guys were living together before you were dating? That's wild!"
"We were actually roommates and best friends," Eunbi says.
"Oh, I get it! In that case, it's a really cute thing." Yujin examines the space with curiosity, nodding in approval. âAh, the room I see in the videos,â she says, as if sheâs stumbled upon the place where the Great Mystery unfolds. After a moment, she looks at Eunbi with a playful smile. âBy the way, can I borrow one of your lingerie sets, princess?â
You blink, confused, and the question slips out before you can think: âAre⊠we filming now?â
Yujin raises an eyebrow and laughs, as if sheâs dealing with a child asking why the sky is blue. âYes, darling. I have a flight later for a podcast appearance,â she says, patient, as if this were a common part of anyoneâs day.
Youâre still processing the suddenness of it all when you manage to ask, âWhat podcast?â
âSanaâs podcast. You havenât been on it yet, right?â
You and Eunbi look at each other, both trying to imagine the possibility, but Eunbi shakes her head, amused. âNot yet.â
âOh, but Iâll make a recommendation,â Yujin replies with a wink, like a mischievous fairy godmother ready to pull a few invisible strings. âSana is amazing. Hilarious, and she was one of the first to give us, adult creators, a place to speak, to give our opinions and combat insults. You guys should go. So many girls only got their break thanks to her support. Sheâs going to love you, Iâm sure.â
Eunbi, now more excited than ever, responds, âWow, itâd be amazing to do an episode with her.â
Yujin smiles like sheâs just made a promise to fate itself. âIâll make it happen,â she says, giving Eunbi a look. Then, with a casual gesture, she motions to you, as if giving a gentle hint.
âNow, sweetheart⊠could you give us a moment to get ready?â Yujin asks, more informing you than really asking, with a hint of gentle dismissal.
You feel your face warm, realizing this is your cue to step out. âOh, sure. I⊠Iâll wait in the living room,â you reply, trying to seem more confident than you feel.
She closes the door with a cheerful âSee you in a minute!â and you let out a breath you hadnât realized you were holding.
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Inside the bedroom-turned-improvised studio, Eunbi and Yujin glance at each other in the mirror, half-studying, half-laughing like two friends conspiring over some obscure secretâor in their case, a rather peculiar shoot. Eunbi gestures toward the closet with a kind of solemnity, inviting Yujin. âGo on, pick a lingerie set. Thereâs lots of colors. And styles,â she says, almost like sheâs offering a valuable gem.
Yujin, without hesitation, slips off her bra and underwear, moving around the room with the confidence of someone, well, perfectly at ease with their own body. She picks up a blue lingerie set and holds it up, examining it with an almost scientific gaze. âThink itâll look good?â
âItâll look gorgeous,â Eunbi replies, already picking a pink set and undressing, letting her clothes drop casually to the floor. Itâs funny how the situation feels both natural and tinged with a certain strangeness.
As she slides the lingerie on, Yujin glances at Eunbi from the corner of her eye. âYouâre lucky, you know? Having a boyfriend who supports you in this kind of work⊠thatâs rare.â
Eunbi nods, adjusting the strap of her bra. âHeâs really supportive. Heâs part of everything with me,â she says, smiling a little bashfully, which Yujin notices.
âA rare man,â Yujin remarks, looking at Eunbi for a moment, now that theyâre both in just lingerie. âMost guys panic at the idea of their girlfriend doing this sort of thing.â
She pauses, her gaze quickly tracing over Eunbi. âBy the way, let me just sayâyou look stunning like this, you know?â
Eunbi, surprised and a little shy, laughs and murmurs a âthank you,â adjusting her lingerie with a slight blush. Then, curious, she asks, âHave you ever dated anyone since you started creating adult content?â
Yujin lets out a sound thatâs almost a laugh, tinged with a bit of irony. âI tried.I've met a few guys who seemed promising at first, but none of them were looking for a committed relationship. Not with me, at least. My last boyfriend broke up with me when I started filming porn videos. Preferred a life without, well, international popularity.â
âOhâŠâ Eunbi makes a sympathetic face. âAnd you were okay with that?â
âBetter this way,â Yujin shrugs, almost indifferent. âThese days, I sleep with lots of amazing guys and girls. Life goes on just fine, thanks.â She adjusts her lingerie, looking in the mirror with a critical yet satisfied gaze. âOh, help me with the clasp back here?â
Eunbi steps closer to fix the clasp, still laughing at the comment, then asks with genuine curiosity, âDo you ever think about stopping one day?â
Yujin gives a conspiratorial wink. âWhen Iâm a millionaire, absolutely.â
Eunbi raises her eyebrows. âReally? And is that close to happening?â
Yujin looks at her in the mirror, a smile spreading. âCloser than youâd think, darling.â
She finishes adjusting the lingerie and checks herself in the mirror, turning slightly to see how it fits. âSo, how does it look?â
âBeautiful. Sensational. Sexy, even,â Eunbi replies, with a sincerity thatâs almost playful.
The compliment comes back quickly: âAnd you look like a goddess, darling. God, Iâd give anything to have those glorious breasts,â she sighs, with a dramatic touch of envy. âBut, now, a serious question,â Yujin continues, looking directly at Eunbi. âAre you sure youâre not going to feel jealous during the filming?â
The question makes Eunbi give a nervous laugh, hesitating before answering. âNo, no⊠itâs fine. We know itâs just work.â
But Yujin looks at her intently, as if she wants to be sure Eunbi really understands. âThis is purely professional, Eunbi. Heâs your boyfriend. Nothingâs going to change. When the cameraâs off, everything goes back to normal, I promise.â
Eunbi sighs and admits, laughing a little. âWell⊠maybe part of me will feel a bit jealous, but itâs nothing I canât handle.â
âTrust me, after the first time, youâll get used to it,â she says, moving closer, looking at Eunbi with that same piercing gaze. Then, in a softer tone, she says, âYou know whatâll help?â
âWhat?â
Yujin pauses for dramatic effect.
âKiss me.â
Eunbi freezes, eyes wide as Yujin leans in slowly, a half-smile playing on her lips, savoring Eunbiâs surprise. âRelax, itâs just a kiss,â Yujin murmurs, her tone a mix of tease and tenderness. She waits for a response, but Eunbi just stays there, eyes fixed on Yujinâs lips, the gloss catching the light in a temptation too hard to resist.
Then, as if her body decides before her mind, Eunbi closes her eyes and lets herself be drawn in. Yujinâs lips touch hers softly, making her exhale as if the air suddenly got heavier. At first, itâs a tentative kiss, almost testing boundariesâa gentle brush, the taste of sweet strawberry filling Eunbiâs senses. But soon Yujin becomes firmer, tilting her head to deepen the kiss with a confidence only someone assured could manage.
Eunbi feels a hand slide slowly to her neck, fingers weaving into her hair, pulling her closer, and Yujinâs whole body aligns, pressing against her. âBreathe,â Yujin whispers against her lips, not pulling away, as if sheâs guiding Eunbi to let go, to let control slip through her fingertips.
Eunbi releases a small sigh, something caught between nervousness and pure desire, her fingers trembling slightly as she holds Yujin by the waist, clutching there as if grounding herself. The taste of gloss, the soft scent of Yujinâs perfume, now so near, surround her, melding together and holding Eunbi captive, like a slow melody.
Yujin pulls away slowly, but not far, their faces still close enough for Eunbi to feel her warm breath. With that same mix of playful and affectionate smile, Yujin looks directly into Eunbiâs eyes, her fingers resting gently on the back of her neck. âSee?â she murmurs, voice low and firm, almost like a secret. âThe ice is broken now.â
Her thumb drifts to the corner of Eunbiâs mouth, where the gloss still glistens, brushing as if sheâs wiping away the last trace of the kiss, and lets out a soft, satisfied chuckle. âNo more tension, no more nerves. Now you know you can trust me.â
Eunbi just smiles back, heart racing, âI do trust you,â she replies, âand Iâm ready to start.â
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Youâre stretched out on the couch, scrolling absentmindedly on your phone when a gentle voice breaks the quiet. You look up to find Eunbi and Yujin standing side by side, hands intertwined. Theyâre draped in fine lingerie that highlights each curve, every detail crafted to allure. Eunbiâs pink lace against Yujinâs cool blue creates a sight so captivating youâre left speechless.
Eunbi tilts her head with a small, teasing smile. âWell, weâre ready. Just waiting on you.â She winks.
Yujin leans closer, one brow raised, a grin on her lips. âAre you going to sit there all night or join us?â she teases, her tone light but authoritative. Turning to Eunbi, she wraps her arms around her neck, and they exchange a conspiratorial glance before laughing softly together.
You get up, trying to keep your cool as you follow them to the bedroom. Every detail set, an intimate little scene for just the three of you.
Inside the room, Yujin doesnât waste a second. She watches you intently, her gaze that of a seasoned expert, and then commands, âAlright, just strip down.â
You hesitate, glancing at Eunbi for reassurance. She nods calmly, a soft encouragement. âCome on, babe. Just another video,â she murmurs, voice gentle but filled with affection.
One by one, you peel off each piece, stopping at your underwear. At this point, Yujin decides to break the mounting tension. She lets out a soft laugh, looks at Eunbi, and says, âLetâs just cut to the chase.â
Turning to you with a bold gleam in her eye, she says, âExcuse me, but Iâm going to kiss your boyfriend.â
The air thickens, feeling both heavier and lighter, like some invisible barrier is about to come down. As it should. Yujin steps toward you, each movement filled with confidence, her eyes trailing over you, taking in every detail with a gleam thatâs both professional and undeniably challenging.
She stops just inches away, her eyes glinting with intensity, a look that combines business with something raw and thrilling. âAre you ready, or do we need to spend all night convincing you?â Her head tilts, a smirk tugging at her lips, as she lifts a hand to your side, guiding it slowly to her waist.
Just a few steps away, Eunbi adjusts the camera on its tripod, trying to hide the flush in her cheeks as she focuses the lens, aligning the angle carefully. âJust so you know, Iâm finding this hilarious,â she says with a smile, though her tone carries an undercurrent of affection and maybe a touch of possessiveness. She leans over to check the focus, her gaze briefly meeting yours before she looks back at the screen. âBetter enjoy it⊠before I change my mind.â Her playful tone barely masks the blush spreading across her face.
Yujin chuckles, seeming to catch her drift. âDonât worry, EunbiâIâll take good care of your boyfriend,â she says, her gaze never leaving yours. And without another word, she slides her hands to your neck, pulling you closer. Her lips meet yours, the kiss starting soft, giving you a moment to settle into the feeling, the sensation, before her fingers dive deeper, slipping along the nape of your neck, as though pulling you even closer.
Your hand moves almost on its own, resting on her waist, where the soft skin meets the lace. Your fingers drift up her back, and the kiss grows bolder, both of you falling into an easy rhythm. Thereâs a charged energy there, a delicate balance of nerves and a shared sense of release.
In one smooth movement, Yujinâs hand slides down your side to your waistband. She presses against the fabric, feeling the hardness beneath, a playful smile curling on her lips as she kisses you. She applies a bit more pressure, gauging your reaction. You feel warmth spread over every muscle, a pulse of nerves mixed with expectation.
âOh, so this is how you respond,â she whispers, her lips brushing yours, voice barely more than a breath. Her hand tightens, confidence clear in her touch.
Eunbi, now finished setting up the camera (it's new, now your recordings will be in 4k), watches from a short distance, arms crossed, feigning impatience. âAlright, Yujin, I think thatâs enough.â
Yujin steals one last kiss before pulling back, smirking. âAlright, Miss Eunbi, all done here.â
âPerfect,â Eunbi responds. âNow, boxers off, and sit down on the bed, babe. Letâs get started.â
Trying to look composed, you strip off your boxers and take a seat at the bedâs edge. Eunbi hands you the camera, which distracts your mindâfocusing on capturing every moment makes it a bit easier.
Holding the equipment steady, you watch as Eunbi and Yujin kneel between your legs, each settling into position with a practiced balance of intimacy and poise. You adjust the camera, aiming to capture every detail as they lean in close. Through the lens, you see Yujinâs confident experience alongside Eunbiâs eager, intense sincerity.
âAlright, letâs begin,â you say, âOne, two, three⊠rolling!â
Yujin moves first, her hand wrapping around your cock with steady ease, her tongue tracing slowly over every inch, savoring each part while her gaze locks onto yours with a playful glint. âMmm, you taste so good,â she murmurs, tone teasing, confident.
Eunbi watches, her eyes tracing Yujinâs every move, soaking up each gesture and touch. When she canât wait any longer, she leans in, pressing a soft kiss to the base, her gaze intense, filled with adoration and hunger, like sheâs taking in every sensation, every detail.
"Like that, Eunbi, slowâmake him feel every second," Yujin whispers, a subtle smile on her face, watching as Eunbi tries to match her pace. Eunbi gives a barely perceptible nod, determined yet completely surrendered, as if there were nowhere else in the world she'd rather be. She drags her tongue along the base while Yujin takes the tip, alternating pressure, surrounding you with an intensity thatâs almost overwhelming.
"Are you enjoying this, love?" Eunbi asks, her voice soft, thick with desire. She meets your gaze, searching for the answer in your eyes. Her lips brush over your skin with a tenderness that contrasts with the heat of the moment, each kiss like a silent promise.
"More than you could imagine," you rasp, struggling to keep your focus on the camera.
Yujin laughs softly, pleased by the effect they both have on you. Without warning, she takes you deeper, her lips sliding firmly, rhythmically. Her tongue circles the tip, drawing slow, teasing loops before she pulls you in, creating a pressure that sends waves of tension up your spine. "I'm going to make you lose control, and Eunbi will help," she says, a teasing tone underlying her words, her eyes alight with purpose.
Driven by her own desire, Eunbi switches between soft kisses and playful licks, exploring every inch with quiet determination.
"Yes, just like that, but firmer," Yujin instructs, holding the base as Eunbi joins her, their faces close enough that their hair nearly tangles. The combination of Yujin's precise skill and Eunbi's gentle touch is mind-blowing.
They work in tandem, Yujin taking the head as Eunbi trails her tongue along the base, each motion coordinated, each touch a new peak of pleasure. At one point, Yujin lets a hand slip down to your balls, massaging with delicate care as her mouth moves with increased intensity. "Letâs get this cock dripping wet," Yujin whispers, her gaze never leaving yours, heat flooding your body.
Emboldened by the rhythm and intensity, Eunbi lowers further, kissing along your thighs, each touch warm and light, as though sheâs claiming the space. "Youâre so hot, baby," she murmurs, running her tongue over your balls, alternating licks and soft kisses, every motion like a declaration of her desire.
The camera catches every detailâthe looks, the touches, the mouths moving in perfect sync as Yujin and Eunbi work together, drawing you closer to the edge. Yujinâs eyes hold that knowing, wicked gleam, while Eunbi, lost in her own admiration and passion, gains confidence with each passing second.
They switch off, Yujin licking her way up your length as Eunbi focuses on the head, each pouring all their attention into every touch. In one moment of pure synchronicity, they glance at each other, smiling, and begin sucking together, Yujin lower, Eunbi at the top, her tongue teasing with playful swirls.
"Look at him," Yujin whispers to Eunbi, fingers brushing along Eunbiâs thigh for encouragement. "Show your naughty boyfriend how much you want this."
Eunbi follows her lead, lifting her gaze to meet yours, her eyes warm and inviting. She holds you firmly, her mouth hot and soft around you, sending a flush through your body.
"Now letâs play with your tits, princess," Yujin suggests.
Eunbi pulls away from your cock, her pink lips gleaming with saliva. Keeping her eyes on you, she reaches back and, with a graceful, deliberate motion, unhooks her bra. The fabric slips away, baring her firm, full breasts, her nipples already hard. She smiles, confidence and desire radiating from her every move.
Yujin watches intently, her gaze hungry. "I think weâll need a little extra help with this, donât you?" she murmurs, smiling with intent. Leaning toward Eunbi, the two share a conspiratorial look before each one lets a thin line of saliva drip down onto Eunbiâs breasts, warming the already flushed skin.
Eunbi bites her lip, her body reacting, and Yujin slides her hands over Eunbiâs chest, spreading the moisture slowly, her fingers caressing and squeezing. "This will feel even better for you," she murmurs, looking over at the camera, her voice low and sultry.
Eunbi shifts closer, pressing her breasts softly around your cock. The way they areâthe skin glistening with saliva, the hard, pink nipples, the slow, careful movementsâis perfection. Yujin smiles at you, dimples showing, her confidence somehow heightening the intensity of the moment.
Eunbi presses her breasts tighter around you, surrounding you in her warm softness. She begins to move in a measured rhythm as Yujin helps guide her motions, both of them keeping their eyes on you, capturing every reaction.
"Do you like it like this, love?" Eunbi asks, her voice low, full of affection and lust. She quickens the pace, alternating between sultry glances your way and shared smiles with Yujin.
You can barely respond, caught up in the sightâthe gentle, devoted touch of Eunbi contrasting with the predatory gleam in Yujinâs eyes as she takes in each detail, enjoying every moment.
Yujin catches the look on your face, a satisfied gleam in her eyes. "Oh, I think heâs loving it," she murmurs. Then she moves closer to Eunbi, licking her own lips before leaning in to kiss her.
Eunbi sighs against Yujinâs lips, her chest still pressed against you, her breasts soft and warm as she continues moving. "He loves watching us like this," Yujin whispers to Eunbi, a slow, wicked smile curving her lips. "Look how heâs reacting."
She turns her gaze back to you, eyes full of intent, and murmurs, "I love making you feel good, baby."
Yujin pulls Eunbi in for another kiss, deeper and more urgent. She whispers something in Eunbiâs ear, something you canât hear but that makes Eunbi smile and press even closer, her energy insatiable.
Her hands grip tighter, intensifying the rhythm, each stroke a heated slide against your skin. Beside her, Yujin slides a hand under her own panties, barely containing her own need as she watches, fingers getting wet as she slides them into her pussy, her eyes fixed on the two of you.
"You look so damn good between her tits," Yujin purrs, a wicked smile on her lips. She pulls her hand from her panties, fingers shining, bringing them to her mouth, licking them clean while keeping her gaze locked on the scene before her. "My panties are soaked just watching," she murmurs, a laugh escaping as she bites her lip.
Spurred by Yujinâs words, Eunbi picks up the pace, her breasts squeezing tighter around you, her mouth teasing as her tongue flicks over your tip. Each time she moves down, she presses closer, feeling every throb. "God, this feels so good," you groan, "I'm so fucking turned on, babe."
Yujin lets out a moan of her own, fingers circling faster against herself. "Oh, Eunbi, you're making your boyfriend feel so good⊠just look at him," she taunts, licking her fingers again before slipping them back between her thighs, her wetness echoing as she loses herself to her need.
Seeing the look of heated anticipation in Yujinâs eyes, Eunbi leans in closer, pressing her breasts around you in a tighter, more intense rhythm, her mouth quirking into a teasing smile. "You want him to fuck that wet little pussy of yours, donât you, Yujin?" she murmurs, voice low and provocative.
Yujin moans, biting her lip, her fingers digging into her own skin. "Yes⊠I want him. I want to feel him⊠all the way inside me," she whispers, her voice trembling with pure need, her eyes ravenous as they fix on you.
Eunbi chuckles softly, not missing a beat as she continues, pressing you even more firmly as she commands, "Then beg, Yujin! Beg my boyfriend, ask him to fuck you just like you want, you little slut." Her voice rings with a possessive edge that only intensifies her allure.
Yujin doesnât hesitate. She moans louder, fingers sinking deeper as her eyes meet yours, burning with desire. "Please, baby⊠fuck me," she pleads, voice nearly a whimper, her face an open invitation. "I need that thick, hard cock stretching me, filling me. Please, make me yours. I want every inch of you," she begs, her words broken by gasps as she keeps touching herself, her hips moving in rhythm, fully surrendered to you.
Watching them, the desire inside you grows with each word, each desperate movement. "I'm going to give you exactly what you want, Yujin," you murmur, voice promising, sending a shiver through her. "I'm gonna wreck that pussy."
âThen do it, baby,â Eunbi urges, pulling her breasts away from your cock. âRuin this little slutâs pussy.â
The tension in the room reaches a boiling point.
Yujin slips off her soaked panties, kicking them aside as she lies back, legs open, body utterly exposed and eager. Her eyes glint with anticipation as you position yourself between her thighs. Holding your cock firmly, you tease her entrance, just enough to feel her warmth but without fully entering. That light touch alone makes Yujin moan, her body arching, begging silently.
She glances over to Eunbi, eyes playful. âAnd you? Just going to stand there?â She smiles, taunting, face pure lust. âI want you here, Eunbi... want to feel you on my tongue.â
Eunbi chuckles, her laugh sultry and wicked, and without hesitation, she slips off her own panties, moving to Yujin. Smiling, she positions herself over Yujin's face, thighs spread, lowering herself just enough so Yujin can taste her as she wants. âThen make it good, Yujin,â Eunbi orders, voice low and powerful. âI want to feel every lick.â
Yujin doesnât need another word. Gripping Eunbi's thighs, she pulls her closer, her tongue diving eagerly between her folds, sucking with a nearly desperate intensity, her muffled moans vibrating against Eunbi's body.
Meanwhile, you press a little harder against Yujin's entrance, still teasing, letting her feel each inch but still not giving in. She arches, pressing herself up to meet you, pleading silently. âPlease⊠put it in,â she whispers, voice dripping with need as her mouth never leaves Eunbi, each lick growing more ravenous.
With a knowing smirk, you oblige.
Yujin writhes beneath you, adjusting her hips to take you fully. âOh god! Oh- Fuck yes! This is what I wanted!â she gasps, her voice thick with desire.
Eunbi, perched over her, grips her own breasts, fingers teasing her sensitive nipples. âYes, Yujin⊠keep eating me out,â she moans, voice trembling as Yujin's tongue circles, exploring every part, making Eunbi shiver on top of her. She meets your gaze, cheeks flushed, and grins wickedly. âYou like watching Yujin eat me out while you fuck her, donât you?â
âYeah⊠fuck, I love it, youâre both so fucking hot,â you breathe, voice barely more than a whisper.
Yujin squirms under Eunbiâs weight, moaning into her wet pussy, the sound muffled but enough to stoke your own arousal. âHarder,â Yujin murmurs between licks, âmake me feel every inch, donât stop⊠I want you to fuck this tight little pussy deep.â
You pick up the pace, your hips slamming against her with more force, feeling the pressure building around you. One hand finds Yujin's clit, rubbing in slow circles, and she bucks against you, a louder moan escaping her.
Eunbi watches, biting her lip, her body tensing as Yujin devours her. âYes, baby⊠keep going, fuck her deeper,â she encourages, grinding down, forcing Yujinâs mouth to work harder.
Your hand moves expertly, fingers tracing circles over Yujinâs clit while you thrust, feeling each tight pulse around your cock. With each thrust, her body arches, her face buried between Eunbiâs thighs, making her moan louder with each lick, every touch more intense.
Eunbi smiles at you, a mix of pleasure and taunt, biting her lower lip. âGo on, babe⊠fuck her good,â she whispers between moans, âI want to hear her scream for you.â Her words push you over, and you increase your rhythm, pounding her, Yujinâs body responding to each deep stroke. Her legs quiver, fingers gripping the sheets, nails digging in as her mouth stays busy between Eunbiâs legs.
Yujin, overwhelmed by the pleasure, lets out muffled moans, each sound vibrating against Eunbi, making her grind down, moaning even louder. âYes⊠donât stop, donât stop,â Yujin pants, her voice broken with pleasure as her body tightens around you, breath coming in gasps.
Eunbi looks at you, her voice soft, almost a whisper, full of encouragement. âThatâs it, babe⊠keep going⊠give her everything! Make her come, make her feel your cock in every inch of her,â she teases, her eyes bright as she presses down harder on Yujinâs mouth, lost in the sensation of her tongue.
You lean forward, increasing the pressure on Yujin's clit as you thrust deeper, your fingers moving faster, more insistent, the camera shaking in your other hand (youâll thank the image stabilizer later). Yujinâs moans grow frantic, her body arching again, every muscle tense. âYes⊠Iâm gonna comeâŠâ she cries, her voice breaking as her body shudders in climax, while Eunbi lets out a cry of her own, lost in the rhythm of Yujinâs tongue.
Yujinâs entire body shakes, muscles tight as she surrenders completely, her voice hoarse, almost shouting. âAh⊠donât⊠donât stop⊠itâs so good, so⊠ahhh, yes! Harder⊠more⊠IâŠ!â
Your fingers press down harder on her clit, stroking in time with each thrust as you sink deeper, feeling every pulse of her tight little pussy. Yujin bites her lip, a choked scream escaping as her hands grip the sheets, eyes squeezing shut, lost in ecstasy. âOh⊠my⊠god⊠Iâm⊠ahhh, Iâm coming, donât stop, please!â
Eunbi, still perched over Yujin, watches, eyes bright with arousal, her own moans heightening as she sees Yujinâs state. She urges you on, her voice soft but fervent. âYes, babe! Make this slut come on your cock⊠make her lose control!â
Then, Yujinâs body seizes, a sharp cry tearing from her throat as she squirts over your thighs and onto the sheets. âAhhhh! Yes⊠yes⊠ahhh! Iâm- Oh God! Mmm, Iâm comingâŠ!â Yujin practically sobs, her body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure ripples through her, surrendering fully to the overwhelming intensity.
Eunbi lifts herself, lips parted, watching Yujin with awe. âMy god, Yujin⊠look what heâs done to you,â she murmurs, barely holding back her own desire.
Still flushed and breathing heavily, Yujin laughs quietly, her cheeks pink, eyes half-lidded as she looks up at you, body still tingling from the aftermath. âFuck⊠that cock⊠made me come so good,â she whispers with a smile, gaze locked on you.
Eunbi, eyes alight with a mix of possessiveness and lust, gives you a provocative smile, biting her lower lip. âSo⊠now youâre going to fuck your girlfriend, arenât you?â Her voice is laced with challenge and excitement. She positions herself at the edge of the bed, on all fours, ass lifted toward you, offering you the perfect view, while Yujin moves up, legs spread wide in front of your girlfriend.
With a mischievous glint, she spreads her wet folds with her fingers, beckoning Eunbiâs face closer. âCome, Eunbi⊠lick me while he fucks you,â she whispers, her hand gripping Eunbiâs hair, guiding her closer. âYes, give me that tongue⊠show me how well you can eat pussy,â Yujin continues, moaning as Eunbiâs mouth begins to work on her.
Standing behind, you position your cock and slide slowly into Eunbi, feeling her hot, tight walls surround you. A groan escapes your lips as you sink deeper into her, each inch pulling you in. âFuck, Eunbi⊠youâre so wet⊠so good,â you whisper, lost in the intense pleasure.
Eunbi, gasping between licks on Yujin, pants. âYes, babe⊠fuck me⊠deeper⊠I want to feel you filling me.â She moves back against you, hips circling, each thrust pulling you in further, her ass trembling with each motion, every deep stroke drawing fresh moans from her.
Yujin, delirious from the feel of Eunbiâs tongue against her dripping cunt, grabs her hair, pulling just a little to savor every lick even deeper. âAhhh, Eunbi, just like that⊠keep going⊠Mmm, you're such a slut!â she breathes, her words slipping between moans, eyes squeezed shut as each brush of that soft, wet tongue over her sensitive folds drives her wild.
The tension surges as you thrust deeper, your hands gripping Eunbiâs hips tightly, each push pulling louder, needier sounds from her. âFuck⊠so tight,â you murmur, feeling her wetness, her warmth, tightening around every inch as you plunge in. Eunbi can barely keep up as she sucks Yujin, her own body trembling, pressing back against you, every move inviting you to go harder, deeper.
Yujin watches, her lips parted, a throaty moan escaping as she locks eyes with the sight of you taking your girlfriend. âMmm, fuck,â she chuckles between moans, âYou two are so fucking hot!â
Your grip on Eunbiâs waist tightens, her slick cunt clenching around you, and you lean close to her ear. âIâm taking that sweet ass next, babe.â She shivers, biting her lip, and breathes a shaky response. âYeah, do it⊠fuck my ass⊠I want it,â she whimpers, her voice thick with excitement and anticipation.
You guide yourself, pressing the head of your cock slowly against her tight little opening, watching her stretch to take you in. Bit by bit, you slide forward, filling her.
âAhhh⊠so tight,â you murmur, your breaths ragged as you film every inch with the new camera, capturing in 4K the way her snug ass opens around you. Eunbi lets out a loud moan, her head thrown back. âYes, take it⊠let him wreck that ass,â Yujin whispers to her, reaching down to touch herself as she watches.
âYes⊠yes, fuck my ass⊠fill me, go deeperâŠ,â Eunbi moans, her voice quivering, her whole body alight as you sink in.
Holding her hip firmly, you draw her back, your cock fitting fully inside her tight hole, feeling each part of her yielding to your slow, deliberate rhythm. She lets out a long, low groan, head thrown back, face twisted in a blend of pain and pleasure as she adjusts to the intense stretch.
âOhh, yeah⊠keep going⊠fill me up, I can take it,â she moans, eyes half-lidded, biting her lip, face flushed in pure ecstasy. Each thrust is a new adjustment, feeling her intense tightness, each slide bringing a fresh wave of sensation. âYou love this, donât you, you little slut?â you taunt, voice gravelly, pushing deeper.
Eunbi squirms, her body trembling with each thrust. âMmm, Yes! Fuck, I love feeling you wreck me⊠Keep using me, babe, keep- Oh! Like that, baby! Yeah!â she responds, voice shaky, cut off by erratic moans, completely surrendered. With each thrust, the wet, filthy sounds fill the room, bodies colliding in raw, unrestrained passion.
Yujin, still watching close by, runs a hand down her own dripping pussy, eyes fixed on the scene, filled with lust. âGod, look at her⊠youâre destroying her ass,â she whispers, her voice loaded with excitement.
Your firm grip on Eunbiâs hips pulls her back, every inch sinking deep into her tight little ass, feeling her muscles surrender to the slow, deliberate rhythm. She lets out a long, low moan, her head thrown back, her face mixing pain and pleasure as she adjusts to the intense stretch.
"Fuck, babe, watching you eat her pussy gets me so fucking hot," you growl, voice rough, thrusting even deeper. Your hand rises, landing a hard slap on her ass.
âOw, babe! Yes, slap me! Donât stop, wreck my little ass, fuck me good!â
Eunbi's moans fill the room, blending with the sound of your hips colliding with her body. Each movement is met with a sharp smack that leaves her skin tingling. âAhhh, harder⊠fuck, go deeper⊠break me,â she begs, her voice hoarse, totally lost in the intense pleasure as you keep pounding, every slap drawing a new moan, louder and dripping with lust.
Yujin, lying on the bed with her legs spread, holds Eunbiâs face firmly, guiding her back to keep licking. âYou two are going to make me cum just watching⊠keep sucking, baby⊠Mmm, yeah! Just like that! Iâm so close, donât stop!â Yujin moans, her voice trembling as her body arches, writhing with pleasure under Eunbiâs relentless tongue work. Eunbiâs mouth moves faster, sucking with fervor.
âYeah, Yujin, cum all over her mouth⊠let my girl taste you,â you say, watching the wild scene unfolding, slowing your thrusts to let Eunbi focus on making Yujin climax. Your girlfriend responds with a muffled moan, intensifying her movements, eyes shut tight in pure concentration, determined to bring Yujin to the edge.
Eunbi feels Yujinâs body tense under her tongue, each shudder racing through her like a live current, her moans rising until they turn into raw, guttural cries. âAhhh⊠yes, Eunbi⊠right there⊠make me cum, donât stop!â Yujin practically screams, her nails digging into the sheets, back arching, utterly lost in the moment. Her breaths come fast, each gasp a wave, as Eunbi continues licking with unwavering devotion, her tongue tracing and exploring every wet, trembling inch.
Eunbi, lips and mouth fully devoted to Yujinâs pleasure, mutters through a mouth full of desire, âCum for me, you dirty slut.â She grips Yujinâs thighs, pulling her closer, not letting any motion escape, savoring every drop. Yujin, utterly spent, sinks her head into the pillows, moaning as the waves of an overwhelming orgasm crash over her.
âFuck, Eunbi⊠ahhhh⊠Iâm cumming⊠cumming in your mouthâŠ!â Yujin gasps, lost in breathless moans and broken cries.
Eunbiâs tongue laps eagerly, drinking in every drop of the hot release that spills from Yujin. She swallows it all, low moans vibrating as she savors the rich taste. With her face still glistening, Eunbi leans back, enough to release a heavy sigh, feeling you sliding your cock in and out, slow and deliberate. âAhh⊠Iâm close too⊠almost there,â she whispers, voice thick with need. Yujin, still basking in the glow, laughs softly, a wicked gleam in her eye, as she slowly rises, hand reaching out to take the camera from you with a playful grin. âLet me handle this now⊠itâs time to make this sexy girl lose it.â
You pull slowly out of Eunbiâs ass, watching her shiver from the sudden emptiness. Now with the camera in Yujinâs hands, the heat in the room rises even more. âIâm capturing everything from this angle⊠from below, catching every detail.â She asks Eunbi to stand up, guiding you both to place a leg on the bed, opening up to the cameraâs raw, unfiltered view.
The two of you follow, adjusting your legs as Yujin instructed, exposing your bodies fully to the cameraâs keen eye. Breathing heavily, Eunbi steadies herself, half-closed eyes watching as you position yourself behind her, ready to continue. Yujin kneels just beneath her, angling the camera from the floor so it perfectly captures your cock lined up to press back into Eunbiâs ass, her face already anticipating the pleasure. âGo on, honey⊠I want to see you ruin her ass.â Yujin murmurs, her voice thick with desire.
With a firm grip on Eunbiâs hips, you press against her tight entrance once more, pushing slowly until youâre fully inside. Eunbi cries out, her head tilting back as Yujin looks up, licking her lips. âThatâs it, fill her up⊠I want to hear her moaning for you.â As the camera rolls, Yujin leans closer to Eunbiâs wet pussy, diving in hungrily, tongue exploring every part while the lens captures every second in vivid detail.
You clutch Eunbiâs hips tightly, thrusting deep into her tight ass, each stroke pulling raw, almost pleading moans from her. âThis is what you want, isnât it? To be fucked on every side like a dirty little slut,â you whisper, watching her face twist in pleasure, that wild glint in her eyes.
âMmm, yes⊠yes!â Eunbi cries, barely able to form words as Yujin, still on her knees between Eunbiâs parted thighs, eats her out with hungry intent, focusing especially on her swollen, sensitive clit, licking and pulsing rapidly. âYou love this, donât you?â Yujin murmurs against her wet skin, voice tinged with mischief. âHaving your man destroy your ass while I lick your wet pussy!â
âMmm, Yeah! I love this so much, I feel so slutty.⊠donât stop⊠fuck my ass harder, baby!â Eunbi begs, clutching her own breasts, every word punctuated by broken moans, Yujinâs fingers digging into her thighs, holding them wide open. You pick up speed, thrusting deeper, feeling her body tighten, her ass squeezing around your big cock as she surrenders completely, every inch of her body pulsing with ecstasy.
âSheâs almost there, honey,â Yujin says, looking up at you with a devilish gleam in her eyes. âMake her scream, baby, make sure she knows whoâs in charge.â
Eunbi writhes, half-closed eyes and face fully given over to pleasure, as you pound into her tight ass harder with each thrust. Her body quivers with each plunge, tense muscles, guttural moans spilling from her lips. Yujin, eyes fixed on Eunbiâs delirious expression, slips two fingers deep into her creamy pussy, moving with steady, firm thrusts, filling the room with the obscene, wet sounds of her every movement.
âAh⊠yes⊠yes!â Eunbi nearly screams, the sound choked by your relentless pace. Yujin leans down again, mouth capturing her sensitive clit, making a lewd sucking sound, her fingers sliding in and out of that creamy, soaking pussy, her hand slick with the hot juices flowing in response. Eunbiâs body arches, utterly surrendered to both of you, every nerve alive with intense, violent pleasure.
Then suddenly, she canât hold backâthe climax hits her like a tidal wave. Eunbiâs eyes roll back, seized by an orgasm that takes control of her, body twisting, clenching in spasms as she cries out, a release that nearly takes her breath away. Her pussy tightens hard around Yujinâs fingers, releasing waves of hot juice as her ass contracts around your cock, like sheâs trying to keep you inside, each pulsing contraction showing just how intensely she feels it.
âThatâs it, baby⊠cum for us,â you murmur, Yujinâs fingers still working quickly, every motion drawing more aftershocks until Eunbi nearly collapses, trembling uncontrollably.
You hold Eunbi close against you, feeling each spasm slowly easing, her soft tremors still rippling through her body as the final waves of her orgasm fade. Her sweaty, flushed face rests on your shoulder, eyes closed, a look of pure satisfaction on her lips as she feels you slipping out of her, inch by inch.
Yujin rises slowly, her gaze smoldering as she looks at both of you, her mouth still glistening with Eunbi's essence. She finally unhooks her bra, tossing it aside, and without a word, pulls you in for a deep kiss. Her tongue slides into your mouth, unashamedly sharing the salty, tangy taste of your girlfriendâs pussy, still hot on her lips. It's a slow, wet kiss, where she delights in teasing you, her mouth moving with a firmness that leaves you tense, craving more.
Eunbi, still catching her breath, practically purrs with desire, her half-lidded eyes watching the two of you devour each other. âI want some too,â she murmurs, her voice husky, almost a moan. Yujin smiles against your lips, then pulls Eunbi close, bringing the three of you together in a kiss dripping with lust.
Your tongues meet, sliding against each other in a hot, chaotic frenzy, the taste of Eunbi mingling between you all. The three of you breathe harder, each of you more ravenous than the last, devouring one another with no reservations. Yujin whispers something between kisses, her voice a mischievous murmur. âYou two drive me crazy... so delicious,â she says, her hand slipping to the nape of Eunbiâs neck, holding her firmly as she deepens the kiss, tongues tangling and teasing with each motion.
Eunbi moans softly against both your mouths, eyes closed, her fingers tracing along your thigh, slowly rising, each touch light and tempting. âYou and her made me cum so good, Iâve never felt anything like that before,â she whispers, her face so close you feel the heat of her words. âBut now, I want to see you cum for usâŠâ
Yujin joins her, âYes, baby, cover our faces with that hot cum.â The perverted tone in her voice only intensifies the heat pooling in your body.
âIf thatâs what you want, then both of you, get on your knees.â
Without hesitation, they sink down slowly, their eyes locked on yours, each movement a show of submission and desire. Eunbi kneels on your right, Yujin to your left, the two of them exchanging knowing looks and smiling, as if they already know whatâs coming. Both of their faces glow with anticipation, mouths slightly parted, hungry gazes that donât waver for a second.
You lean down, picking up the camera and angling it to capture every detail from above. The image on the screen shows Eunbi and Yujin looking up, lascivious smiles on their lips, eyes alight with excitement as they wait eagerly. âLook at you two,â you murmur, your voice thick with admiration and provocation. âMy girls, so beautiful and submissive, ready to take my load.â
Yujin starts first, gripping firmly as her tongue slides over the tip, already slick with pre-cum. âMmm... love your taste,â she murmurs, before opening her mouth and taking in the head, sucking slowly, feeling you throb against her tongue.
Eunbi watches, biting her lip, and soon joins in, leaning in to press soft kisses along the base while her hands caress your thighs and stomach, nails skimming your skin, leaving a trail of shivers. âGive us that hot load, baby,â she whispers with a voice full of desire, before licking slowly from the base to the middle of your shaft, leaving a wet trail as her eyes meet yours.
They take turns as if rehearsed, Yujin licking the frenulum with precision that makes you moan low, the tip of her tongue making slow, firm circles. Eunbi kisses along the length, making every inch wet and slick, creating a mix of warmth and moisture that leaves you harder than ever. âItâs so big⊠feels so good in my mouth,â she says, her hands stroking you as she looks up, that naughty smile on her face.
Yujin pulls Eunbi closer and murmurs, âLetâs show him how well we take care of himâŠâ Together, they begin running their tongues along the length of your cock, one on each side, meeting at the tip, exchanging a glance before diving back in, Yujin sucking the head while Eunbi gently sucks on your balls, her lips wrapping around them softly, alternating between kisses and gentle sucks.
âYouâre both going to make me cum like thisâŠâ you groan, unable to hold back the rising pleasure. Yujin looks up, her lips still wrapped around you, and mutters in a husky voice, âThen cum⊠we want every dropâŠâ
They both intensify, Eunbi now holding the base firmly while Yujin begins to stroke you.
You feel control slipping away and warn, âIâm closeâŠ,â your voice hoarse, each second bringing you closer to the edge. Yujin keeps sucking the tip, her lips pressing against the frenulum with calculated precision.
The pleasure builds, your whole body tense as Yujin and Eunbi wait, kneeling and ravenous, their beautiful faces filled with anticipation. Yujinâs grip tightens, her hand moving faster and firmer as she watches you, her gaze fixed on your face, studying every reaction with visible satisfaction. âThatâs it, keep going... let us feel everything,â she whispers, and increases the rhythm, sliding her hand with steady, relentless strokes, pushing you over the limit.
Eunbi watches each moment, licking her lips and sharing a provocative look with Yujin. âGo ahead, baby, donât hold back,â she murmurs, her voice soft but urgent, her fingers moving slowly over your balls, pressing lightly, matching the pace of Yujinâs strokes, both of them fully focused on taking you to the peak.
Feeling the imminent release, you give a low warning, âIâm... Iâm gonna cumâŠâ They both smile, faces eager and hungry, leaning in closer, offering their faces as canvases ready to receive every drop. The first spurt erupts powerfully, thick and hot, hitting Yujin squarely, dribbling down her cheek to her parted lips. She moans low, an expression of absolute pleasure as the cum slides down, licking the edge of her lips, savoring it slowly,âMmm, so fucking good!â she sighs, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. âCum more, baby, please!â
The second spurt lands on Eunbi, splashing across her forehead and dripping down her face. She moans loudly, closing her eyes and leaning forward for more, letting the cum glide down her skin with a satisfied smile. âGod... you came so much, baby,â she murmurs, licking her upper lip, tasting your release.
Youâre not done yet, the accumulated pleasure so intense that the third burst shoots out forcefully, landing right between the two of them. They look at each other, faces messy and glistening with your cum, eyes sparking with desire as each lets her tongue slide slowly, teasingly, toward the spot where the last drop fell. You hold the camera steady, capturing every detail: the hungry gaze they share, the tips of their tongues meeting right in the center of that thick, warm mixture.
Yujin is the first to lean in, her tongue moving slowly across Eunbiâs cheek, licking a trail of your cum dripping down her face, savoring every inch with deliberate care. âMmm, so good⊠hot and thick, just like I imagined,â she whispers, looking at you with a wicked smile before turning back to Eunbi.
Eunbi lets out a low moan, leaning in toward Yujin, her tongue finding drops at the corner of her friendâs mouth, and then her tongue slides a little further, sucking Yujin's chin, where there is a good portion of your cum accumulated. âYour cum tastes so good, baby,â Eunbi murmurs.
With the camera close, you capture the moment they start rubbing their tongues against each other, every movement intense, almost primal. Yujin chuckles softly, her hand caressing Eunbiâs face as she pulls her closer, lifting her own face slightly to spit onto Eunbiâs tongue, who receives it without hesitation. Yujinâs own tongue slides into Eunbiâs mouth with torturous slowness, mixing more of your cum with the taste of each other, low sounds of satisfaction echoing through the room.
Their mouths meet in a final, deep, wet, filthy kiss, licking and sucking everything away. The camera captures the final image: both of them with faces painted in your cum, eyes shining, wicked and satisfied.
You bring the camera closer, capturing every detail of their faces, smeared and glistening with the remnants of your pleasure. With a satisfied smile, you murmur, âFuck, you two look absolutely gorgeous like this, my perfect cumslutsâŠâ They look at each other and burst into laughter, a sweet, shared laugh, with that glint of someone whoâs gone all the way and loved every second of it.
Yujin, wiping a last drop off Eunbiâs brow with her thumb, looks straight into the camera and, with a playful grin, asks, âSo⊠did you enjoy this delicious experience? Was it worth it?â
You smile, nodding as the camera remains focused on their expressions. âIt was perfect. Better than I could have imagined.â Eunbi, still catching her breath with cheeks flushed, admits with a satisfied sigh, âI⊠had no idea it would feel this good. You two⊠it was indescribable.â
Yujin wraps an arm around Eunbi and says warmly, âI knew youâd love it! Thank you for trusting me and diving in. You were both incredible.â
âNow⊠how about a little farewell for our audience?â you suggest, your tone playful. The two exchange a glance, and without hesitation, they press their cheeks together, bringing their hands up in a cute little wave, blowing kisses toward the camera. âThank you for watching⊠see you next time!â they say in unison, an adorable tone that contrasts with what just happened, laughing softly as they say goodbye with their faces close, sharing light, carefree giggles.
You capture the final frameâtwo beautiful women, utterly relaxed, eyes still sparkling with excitement, completely caught up in the moment. With a final sigh, you end the recording, knowing you're one lucky fucking man.
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You step out of the shower feeling like a conqueror of the worldâor at least of your own little, unexpected corner of it. The coolness of the water still seems to dance over your skin, every muscle relaxed, every thought light, as if all the effort of the day had evaporated away. You throw on a T-shirt and loose pants and head into the living room, where the stars of the dayâEunbi and Yujinâare already settled in, looking comfortable, like veterans of many such adventures (and maybe, in Yujinâs case, thatâs not far from the truth).
Eunbi is curled up in a hoodie three sizes too big, looking perfectly cozy, while Yujinâs wrapped in one of Eunbiâs borrowed robes, savoring a generous spoonful of ice cream.
âSo, how are you two feeling?â you ask, the excitement in your voice almost dancing by itself.
The two exchange a knowing smile. âRelaxed,â Eunbi answers with a soft smile, her eyes still sparkling.
âAlive,â Yujin adds, pausing only to take another spoonful of ice cream. Then she turns to Eunbi with a casual look and a curious smile. âAnd the jealousy, honey? Howâd you hold up?â
Eunbi blushes, but she doesnât look away, accepting the question as a challenge. âYou know⊠at first, yeah. It was hard seeing him⊠connecting with someone else. But as I watched how much he was enjoying it⊠I donât know, I think I started enjoying it, too.â
Yujin laughs softly, clearly pleased. âNow thatâs the spirit. And can I just say? For your first time with a girl, you were amazing.â She regards Eunbi with playful admiration. âAnd Iâm not just talking about technique, you know? It was more⊠your enthusiasm.â
Eunbi blushes even more but doesnât lose her smile. âWell⊠you made it easy.â
Yujin turns to you with that look of someone sharing the worldâs most obvious secret, adding, âAnd you⊠I have to say, those guys who seem quiet and reserved⊠they always end up being the best. Must be something to do with⊠attention to detail.â
You chuckle awkwardly, trying to hide the satisfaction that still shows. âLook, I never⊠really imagined Iâd be⊠with two incredible women like this.â You try, but words donât seem to be enough.
âOh, and getting paid for it, no less! How do you manage it?â
âThe money and the adventures are great,â you begin, feeling a sudden inspiration, âbut seeing my girl happy is what really matters to me. Iâm just in this for her, and for as far as she wants to go.â
Yujin gives a playful look between you and Eunbi. âSee? You two have something special. Most couples wouldnât even consider this, but you? Youâre here, having fun, creating intimate and unique memories, just embracing it all. No bullshit.â
Eunbi, still smiling with a mix of pride and tenderness, sighs. âYeah⊠but honestly? I think what makes it work is that we⊠talk. Like, really talk.â
âYes,â Yujin adds, âthatâs rarer than it sounds. And donât get me wrong, sometimes just the⊠physical part is great, you know? But having someone who understands and supports you? Thatâs the hard part to find.â She gives a soft, almost sentimental smile before diving back into her ice cream as if it were the last of its kind.
âSo, is it time for your podcast with Sana now?â Eunbi asks.
Yujin nods eagerly. âYep, straight from a hot session with you two to the spotlight.â
You laugh lightly. âCanât believe we have a celebrity in our apartment. How do you handle all these commitments?â
She leans in with an exaggerated expression of importance, pretending to adjust an invisible crown. âOh, darlings, youâre in the presence of a businesswoman. Important, in-demand, and⊠completely devoted to this fantastic ice cream!â
Eunbi smiles, her eyes shining with admiration. âIâm going to watch the episode! Bet youâll steal the show!â
âYou⊠err⊠You two are just so sweet, you know?â Yujin murmurs, but her voice breaks, a sudden, unexpected emotion making her words stumble. Tears start forming silently in her eyes as she tries, comically, to keep devouring the ice cream as if nothingâs happening. She laughs, a clumsy sob escaping as tears fall without ceremony. âSorry, itâs just⊠you know, itâs so good. This ice cream⊠is emotionally very intense, I guess. It just caught me off guard.â
Eunbi, a bit alarmed, asks softly, âYujin, are you okay?â
âOf course!â Yujin laughs again, still mixing her shaky voice with humor to brush it off. âItâs just⊠itâs like everything hit me all at once, you know? Just⊠tired. But nothing serious.â She wipes her tears with the back of her hand, smiling. âItâs not depression or anything, okay? Just a bit of burnout. Something light. Normal.â
You watch the tension unwind from her face, layer by layer, and feel something more than curiosityâreal concern, that uncomfortable feeling of seeing someone who seemed unbreakable finally give way. You sit next to her, wrapping an arm around her with almost reverent care.
âYujin,â you say, your voice low and steady. âIf you need anything, anything at allâŠâ
Yujin looks up, a little surprised, then smiles. Itâs almost a painful smile, one that wonât quite admit that maybe, just maybe, she really does need that offer of help. She shakes her head. âNo, really, you two are sweethearts. Itâs just⊠you know, sometimes itâs all a bit too much. And then I forget. Forget to breathe. Forget to⊠I donât know⊠take care of myself a little.â
Eunbi watches her closely, as if trying to decipher every word, every nuance. âItâs okay, you know? If you want to cancel the podcast⊠Sana will understand. Itâs just one episode.â
Yujin takes a deep breath and shakes her head, this time with a determined look. âOh, no⊠Sana is⊠Sana is one of the good ones. I want to go. Itâll be fun, I just need a little⊠I donât know, pep talk, maybe?â She gives a short laugh, but sadness lingers there, lurking, and her hand still trembles slightly as she sets her ice cream bowl on the coffee table.
Eunbi, however, doesnât give up. She holds Yujinâs hand between hers, firm and warm, grounding her, and says with a soft but resolute voice, âYujin, no matter what happens⊠weâre here. For anything you need, really.â
For the first time, Yujin looks at you both without any of her usual masks, and you see a glimmer of something vulnerable, almost fragile. She opens her mouth, and for a moment, you think she might say something heavy, something real. But instead, she lets out a dry, melancholy laugh.
âLook at me,â she says, her voice trembling slightly. âHere I am, getting all emotional, babbling a bunch of nonsense. God, I can be so ridiculous sometimes! But now that's enough, no more crying here! And I'm sorry about this, guys."
She gives you and Eunbi a look full of tenderness, as if she wants to capture this moment, this presence, this support that maybe, she hadnât expected. She jokes, her voice still a bit shaky: âYou know what? What if the three of us just formed a throuple, huh? A modern fairytale, all ours.â
You all laugh, the tension finally melting away. She wipes the tears from her eyes, standing up with a renewed energy. âJust kidding, of course. You two are wonderful together. If I joined this story, Iâd probably just ruin the magic.â She shrugs, adjusting her borrowed robe. âBesides, I like having the bed all to myself. You know, no fighting over the blanket.â
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Later, in the dark bedroom, you're completely out, already dreaming about absurdly nonsensical things. But Eunbi is nowhere near sleep. Sheâs lying there, shifting restlessly, as if waiting for you to wake up and ask what's wrong; finally, she loses patience and nudges your shoulder. Once, twice, three times, until you make some indistinct noise halfway between a snore and a "huh?"
âAre you awake, babe?â she asks, like the repeated pokes hadnât already given her the answer.
âNow I am,â you mumble, still keeping your eyes closed. âNot like I wanted to sleep or anything.â
âStop being silly,â she says, but her voice is soft, almost hesitant. Thereâs something in it that makes you crack one eye open. âIâm worried about Yujin.â
You turn to look at her, blinking in the dark to focus. âHmm, Yujin? The same Yujin who posted stories just a few hours ago, smiling on the plane? The same Yujin who left our apartment on the phone about a sponsorship offer from a... vibrator brand?â
Eunbi sighs. âYes, I know. But still⊠that doesnât mean sheâs actually okay.â
You let out a tired sigh, remembering how Yujin wasâlaughing, having fun, brimming with an energy that seemed unbreakable. Until, of course, she randomly started crying. âYeah, that was⊠weird. But youâve done that too, you know? Iâve seen you start crying out of nowhere sometimes.â
âThatâs when Iâm on my period, you dummy,â she mutters, resting a light but âthreateningâ hand on your shoulder and giving you a gentle smack. âTotally different.â
You laugh, pulling her a little closer. âAlright, alright. But seriously, babe, Yujinâs an adult, you know? Iâm sure this isnât the first time sheâs had a moment like that.â
âI know, but⊠should I have insisted that she rest?â
âYou did more than enough,â you say softly. âShe knows we were there for her. And Iâm sure sheâs grateful for that, you know? Just because she projects that âIâm indestructibleâ vibe doesnât mean she doesnât appreciate the support. If she needs anything, sheâll text you or some other friend. Sheâs fine, donât worry.â
Eunbi sighs again, but thereâs a bit more ease in it this time. âMaybe youâre rightâŠâ
âOf course I am,â you say, pulling her in even closer. âAnd besides, weâre gonna see her again, remember? Weâre gonna film more stuff together. Weâll get used to her freaking out, laughing, crying⊠itâs all part of the package.â
Eunbi raises an eyebrow, feigning a jealous look. âOh, yeah? Who says weâre filming with her again? Did you like her that much?â
You chuckle, catching her playful tone. âObviously. All for your success, babe. Itâs just strategic thinking, you know?â
She laughs, giving your chest a light smack. âAlright, strategist. I'm just kidding. It was really fun, the whole⊠experience.â
âGood. Now, go to sleep,â you say, exhausted.
âYes, Daddy,â she replies, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
âOh, I like that,â you joke.
She rolls her eyes in the dark and replies, âDonât even start.â
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top 10 pokemon that are girls
'gender'.... much like 'animals' this is a concept from our world that has made itself present in the pokemon franchise. all pokemon began having genders (except for the ones that don't) in the second generation of games, in order to facilitate the pokemon breeding mechanic which has become a staple of the main series
you may think this means the issue of which pokemon are girls and which ones aren't is already settled. but do we really trust game freak to be the deciding voices on this one? i certainly don't. so here's a nonexhaustive look at some pokemon that are doing their best to be role models for young women everywhere who have been picking up and enjoying these games for decades.
#10 - NIDORANâ
Not only is Nidoranâ canonically a girl, she is the first pokemon to be canonically a girl as the gender distinction between Nidoran types predates the introduction of gen 2's breeding system that gendered all pokemon. she broke the glass ceiling, and for this we salute her.
#9 - KANGASKHAN
Both culturally and in media single mothers are subject to a lot of scrutiny and scorn, but kangaskhan breaks the mold. powerful, responsible, yet loving and joy-filled. the look on her baby's face tells us all we need to know; she holds on tight to the pouch, clinging to the safety she knows her mother can give her, but gazes awestruck and wide-eyed at the world around her, knowing its wonders will be there waiting for her as soon as she feels ready for it.
#8 - CELESTEELA
Technically, celesteela's gender is 'unknown', but it's obvious that celesteela represents what life can look like for a woman who truly has it all. As one of the largest and heaviest pokemon ever discovered, she's not afraid to take up space. she doesn't feel the need to soften herself to be more accepted by the world around her, but she's also comfortable enough with her feminine side to let it shine through where and when she wants. nobody tells her how to live her life but her and also she has big lazers
#7 - MISMAGIUS
Well she's not called MISTER magius now, is she?
#6 - LYCANROC
Perfect embodiment of the wolfgirl you knew (or, perhaps were?) in middleschool. There are many doglike/canine pokemon in the dex, but something about lycanroc's exaggerated unkempt mane and lanky, awkward posture evokes the physicality of a teenager who exists as a beast beyond the boundaries of her own body.
#5 - CHIKORITA
This saultry little binch...
#4 - RAYQUAZA
It's an uncomfortable truth in life that many women find themselves in the position of needing to play the mediator in order to stop the people around them from acting in destructive or harmful ways. But just because mediating conflict can be a difficult and unfair position to be put into, that doesn't mean it's a bad thing. Rayquaza just goes to show us all everywhere how a real woman can still thrive under these circumstances, doing her best to build a more peaceful world while not letting that push her into the shadows or make her take a back seat in her own life. she is a community leader and an innovator.
#3 - SALAZZLE
She's the archetypal femme fatale. A dominatrix. A baddie. Does she make me uncomfortable? Yes, absolutely. But I'm not a furry so I'm not really the target audience of what's happening here.
#2 - SLAKING
I know so many butches who look exactly like her. you love to see it.
#1 - MEWTWO
as one feminist philosopher has said: "I see now that the circumstances of one's birth is irrelevant, it is what you do with the gift of life that determines who you are."
I think any woman living in a patriarchal society can sympathize with mewtwo's story. enraged at being treated like the property of the people who created her rather than her own fully realized person, she goes on a rampage where it quickly becomes obvious that she is even more powerful than that what she was originally created in the image of. Although this takes her down a dark path, she eventually learns to self-actualize by working on herself rather than pointlessly lashing out at people who had nothing to do with hurting her. it's empowering stuff. doubly empowering because she killed all those clowns who DID hurt her
now, of course, there are plenty more pokemon that are girls than just what i've listed here today. but i hope youve learned a little something from this.
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.đ„ Ę Ë Voiceover .đ„ Ę Ë
âïž genre: fluff
âïž pairings: bf!bakugou x beauty influencer!reader
‿ what happens when you let bakugou do the voiceover for your grwm video?
YN, the beloved beauty influencer, has a large fanbase that eagerly waits for every tutorial and product review she posts. Her followers love her charm, precision, and the care she puts into her skincare and makeup routines. For her latest video, she decides to mix things up with a popular new trend: a voiceover challenge where someone else narrates her skincare and makeup routine. And who better to rope into it than her boyfriend, Bakugou Katsuki?
Bakugou, despite his grumbling, agreesâalbeit reluctantly. âFine, but donât expect me to know what half this stuff does,â he mutters, eyeing the neatly arranged products on her vanity with a mix of confusion and suspicion. YN just laughs, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before hitting the record button.
The video opens with YN introducing herself with a bright smile, followed by a little montage of Bakugou sitting in a separate room, headphones on, looking like heâs ready to tackle a difficult mission rather than a beauty video. He clears his throat, muttering something about how he canât believe heâs doing this, which already has viewers laughing. âAlright, listen up. Today, Iâm supposed to tell ya what my girlâs doing with all this⊠stuff.â He glances at a list of her products, clearly struggling with some of the names.
YN starts with her usual cleanser, massaging it into her skin. Bakugou narrates, âOkay, so sheâs using some foamy stuff⊠uh, probably to clean her face? Gotta get rid of all that dirt or somethinâ. Look, I donât know why sheâs doinâ it this way, but it looks kinda⊠relaxing?â
As she rinses and pats her face dry, Bakugou grumbles, âNow sheâs dabbing her face with a towel, all gentle like. Ya know, if I did that, Iâd be done in two seconds. But sheâs got this whole routine down.â YN holds in her laughter as she watches his face pop up in the little corner of her screen, totally serious and almost endearing.
Next, she reaches for her toner. Bakugouâs tone perks up. âOh, this is that⊠watery thing she slaps on her face all the time,â he says, clearly recalling her explaining it to him before. âItâs supposed to âbalance her pHâ or some nonsense. Yeah, donât ask me what that means. She just⊠pats it on like this and pretends sheâs at a spa or somethinâ.â
YN grins as she moves to her serum. Bakugou raises an eyebrow. âAlright, now this is, uh⊠some fancy oil-lookinâ thing? Sheâs droppinâ it on her face like itâs some kinda magic potion. Itâs supposed to âhydrateâ her skin or whatever, but honestly, it looks like somethinâ from a science lab.â
By now, fans watching can tell heâs trying hard to understand her routine, but his cluelessness is oddly charming. âAnd now sheâs doing the âpat-patâ thing again. She says it âmakes it absorb better,â but I think she just likes smackinâ her own face,â he chuckles, clearly finding some amusement in this process.
When YN applies her moisturizer, Bakugou sighs. âOkay, now sheâs puttinâ on this thick cream. Keeps her skin soft, I guess? Not that she needs itâher skinâs already damn perfect.â Thereâs a subtle admiration in his tone that he canât quite hide, and YN has to stifle a blush, feeling flustered hearing him actually compliment her.
Finally, she reaches for her sunscreen. âAh, this one I know,â Bakugou says, sounding more confident. âShe puts this on even if sheâs stayinâ inside. Says it âprotectsâ her skin, but I think she just likes coverinâ her face with more stuff. But whatever, it makes her happy.â
With skincare done, YN starts her makeup routine. Bakugou clears his throat, bracing himself. âAlright, now for theâŠpaintinâ part.â
She picks up her primer, dabbing it across her face. Bakugouâs voice comes back, deadpan. âNow sheâs smearinâ some kinda⊠lotion? Guess itâs supposed to make everything else stick to her face better. Yâknow, like glue. Genius, right?â
YN laughs, making Bakugou scowl playfully at the camera. âOi, stop laughing, Iâm tryinâ to focus!â
Next up is foundation. âThis oneâs⊠the stuff that makes her look all smooth and even,â he says, watching intently as she dabs the foundation with a sponge. âAnd now sheâs attackinâ her face with that squishy⊠thing. Itâs like a littleâŠpillow? Donât know what it is, but she sure loves hittinâ herself with it.â
YN moves to her concealer, adding a few dots under her eyes. âAnd now, war paint,â Bakugou says dramatically. âUnder the eyes, on the nose, chin⊠sheâs gotta look like sheâs goinâ into battle, but actually sheâs just coverinâ up⊠nothinâ. She doesnât even have dark circles!â
As she blends it in, Bakugou sighs. âMore pat-pat-patting. I think if I had to do this every day, Iâd go nuts. But sheâs committed, Iâll give her that.â
YN reaches for her eyeshadow palette, full of warm-toned shades. âNow sheâs got this⊠box of colors,â Bakugou says, slightly intrigued. âShe says itâs called âpumpkin spiceâ or somethinâ? Anyway, sheâs paintinâ her eyelids with it, like sheâs makinâ mini explosions on her face. Gotta admit, itâs kinda cool lookinâ.â
He gets a little quiet when she reaches for her mascara. âNow sheâs puttinâ this⊠black paint on her lashes. Looks dangerous. I swear one wrong move and she could poke her eye out,â he mutters, genuinely a little worried.
Then she moves to her highlighter, sweeping it on her cheekbones. Bakugou raises a brow. âAnd nowâŠsparkles? I dunno why her face needs to be shiny, but⊠itâs like sheâs glowinâ or somethinâ.â His tone softens as he watches her finish up, clearly impressed despite himself.
Finally, she applies a vibrant lipstick, and Bakugou nearly chokes. âOkay, now sheâs puttinâ on thisâŠred lipstick. Real bright. ItâŠmakes her look nice,â he mumbles, clearly flustered. âNot that I care or nothinâ.â
YN ends with a soft smile, blowing a kiss to the camera. Bakugou scoffs, but thereâs a hint of a smile on his face. âYeah, yeah, alright. Thatâs how she does it. Donât know how she has the patience, but⊠I guess she looks kindaâŠâ He pauses, swallowing. ââŠstunning.â
As the video wraps up, fans are absolutely delighted with Bakugouâs commentary. They adore his tough exterior melting just a little as he describes YNâs routine, his hidden compliments giving away how much he cares. YN posts the video, and it quickly becomes a fan favorite, showing not only her expertise but also the softer side of the explosive Pro Hero by her side.
Later, YN teases him, saying, âSee? You didnât do too bad!â
Bakugou rolls his eyes, though thereâs a slight blush on his cheeks. âYeah, yeahâŠdonât get used to it.â But the way he looks at her, even off-camera, says heâd be willing to do it all over again.
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I thought that the glass slipper was pure invention by Perrault, along with the fairy godmother. There's been a gazillion variations of the cinderella story, across thousands of years and almost every continent. Sometimes her slipper is made of gold, or it's just fancy and very tiny, or sometimes there is no dropped slipper at all. Sometimes the fairy godmother is a tree over Cinderella's mother's grave, or doves, or a talking fish, or the benevolent sister of an invisible man.
Anyway, I agree with OP's analysis, and I want to highlight this one, because OP
"Why didn't Cinderella save herself? Because in real life, abuse victims should not have to shoulder that responsibility, and usually can't. In real life, you need and deserve an external support system. Asking for help, in this kind of situation, is very important. She is saved by others because she is loved. Because she is not alone. Because she has friends who love her, and want her to be happy and safe and free. Because in real life, people who want to help someone who is suffering are like the mice. We can't pull out miracle solutions, but we can provide companionship and if we're in the right place at the right time, we can help the person find a better life.
After watching Cinderella (the original animated movie, which was my favorite as a child), it strikes me how it solves many common problems people have with this fairy tale. Like:
Why did they try to identify the mystery girl using her shoe size? Because the bullheaded king's only clue to her identity was the shoe the Grand Duke picked up off the steps.
Why didn't the prince recognize her by her face? Because his father wouldn't involve him in the process at all, and wasn't the one going around trying to find her.
Why did the prince want to marry a lady he only met that night? Because his father was going to force him to marry someone, and he genuinely liked this woman.
Why did Cinderella want to marry a man she only met that night? Because marriage was her best and most secure way to freedom. Fucked up, but you can't say it's unrealistic for the setting of a fairy tale. She also genuinely liked him.
If they're using the slipper to find her, wouldn't it be more sensible to search for the person with the other slipper? Yes. The King is purposefully nonsensical and the Duke is purposefully terrified enough of him to carry out his orders to the letter. Furthermore, they end up doing that in the end anyway, because the Duke's glass slipper is shattered, and Cinderella brings out the one she has to prove her identity.
Why didn't the stepmother and stepsisters recognize Cinderella at the ball? Because they were dancing too far away, and then left the party to dance in private, which was possible because the King wanted very badly for his son to hit it off with someone and tried to arrange the best conditions for that to happen.
Why didn't Cinderella save herself? Because in real life, abuse victims should not have to shoulder that responsibility, and usually can't. In real life, you need and deserve an external support system. Asking for help, in this kind of situation, is very important. She is saved by others because she is loved. Because she is not alone. Because she has friends who love her, and want her to be happy and safe and free. Because in real life, people who want to help someone who is suffering are like the mice. We can't pull out miracle solutions, but we can provide companionship and if we're in the right place at the right time, we can help the person find a better life.
Why didn't the fairy godmother save Cinderella from her abusive household, or try to help her sooner? Because she's magic, and magic can't solve your problems. Quote: "Like all dreams, well, I'm afraid it can't last forever." This (and Cinderella's dream of going to the ball) is a metaphor for pleasurable things in bad circumstances. An ice cream won't get rid of your depression, but it will provide you with momentary happiness to bolster you, as well as the reminder that happiness in general is still possible for you. Cinderella doesn't want to go to the ball so she can get away from her stepmother and stepsisters, or so she can meet someone to marry and leave with. She wants to go to the ball to remind herself that she can still have things she wants. That her desires matter. This is important because the movie does a very good job of illustrating Lady Tremaine's subtle abuse tactics, all of which invisibly press the message that Cinderella doesn't matter. While going to the ball and fulfilling her dreams may not be a victory in the material sense, it is still a victory against Lady Tremaine's efforts.
Why is Cinderella's choice to be kind and obedient framed as a good thing, when you are not obligated to be kind to your abuser? This one walks a very fine line, but I think the movie still makes it make sense. Lady Tremaine never acknowledges her cruelty. She always frames her punishments of Cinderella as Cinderella's fault. Cinderella is interrupting, Cinderella is shirking her duties, Cinderella is playing vicious practical jokes. Cinderella is still a member of the family, of course she can go to the ball, provided she meet these impossible conditions. Lady Tremaine's tactics are designed to make Cinderella feel like she must always be in the wrong and her stepmother must always be in the right. If Cinderella calls her stepmother out on her cruelty, or attempts to fight back, Lady Tremaine can frame that as Cinderella being ungrateful, cruel, broken, evil, etc. If Cinderella responds to her stepmother's cruelty defiantly (in the way she's justified to), she's not taking control out of Lady Tremaine's hands. Disobedience can be spun back into her stepmother's control. She wants Cinderella to be angry and sad and show how much she's hurting. So since Cinderella is adapting to her situation, she chooses to be kind. Not only because she naturally wants to be and it's part of her personality, but because it is a form of defiance in its own way, and it allows her to keep a reminder of her agency and value. Her choice to be kind is her chance to keep her own narrative alive: she is not obeying because her stepmother wants her to and she has to do what her stepmother does, but because she wants to. It's a small distinction, but one that makes all the difference in terms of keeping her hope and identity. (Fuck, I wrote a whole paragraph about how this doesn't mean you can't be angry at people who hurt you or that you need to be kind to deserve help, and then deleted it by accident. Uh. Try again.) Expressing anger and pain is an important part of regaining autonomy and healing. Although it is commendable to be kind while you are suffering, it is NOT required for you to get help or be worthy of help. If Cinderella's recovery was explored beyond "happily ever after" she would need to let herself be angry and sad to heal. Cinderella is not only kind because it comes naturally to her, but because it's her defense against the abuse she's suffering. Everyone's story and experiences are different, and one does not invalidate the other.
Bonus round for answers that aren't part of the movie:
Why didn't Cinderella run away? Where would she go? Genuinely, in hundreds-of-years-ago France, where would she go if she snuck out of the window with a change of clothes? With her step-family, she's miserable and abused, but she's fed, clothed, and in no danger of dying or being taken advantage of by anyone other than her stepmother and stepsisters. Even if she escapes and manages to find financial security, her stepmother might be able to find her and get her back.
Why didn't Cinderella burn the house down with them inside it/slit their throats in the night/poison their food/etc.? Because that's a revenge fantasy, and this story is a fantasy about being saved. There's nothing wrong with making Cinderella into a revenge fantasy. That's perfectly fine, as long as you acknowledge that the other type of fantasy is also a valid interpretation. (I mean, the original fairy tale features the stepsisters getting their feet mutilated and all three of them getting their eyes pecked out, so go for it.)
Why isn't Cinderella more proactive in general? Because she's a child who has been abused for the back half of her life, who has had to be focused on survival because. you know. she's an abused kid.
How did she dance in glass slippers? Gotta agree with you there man, that's weird.
#cinderella#story analysis#fairytales#folk tales#Cinderella is probably my favorite fairytale tbh#its so adaptable#I especially love Oochigeaskw and Yeh Shen#not to mention Bound by Donna Jo Napoli and A Cinderella Story ft Hilary Duff#And Ever After and Just Ella....#text post
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ENHYPEN SFW hyung line fanfic recs!
who am I? im just silent reader who enjoys fics and want to help others find some of my favorites! srry im hee + hoon biased so most are about them
short fic - 1-5k words long fic - 5k+
HYUNG LINE
the look of love by @won4kiss - (how they look at you when theyâre blinded by their love) - short fic
low power mode by @sungbeams - (when you get overwhelmed while you're out together) - text msgs
just a bet by @all4yoi - (after a few months of dating, you find out you were just a bet.) - short fic
HEESEUNG
sing me a song by @senascoop - (when you can't fall asleep and heeseung tries to help by singing you a song) - short fic
race to your heart by @coqhee - (lee heeseung who's always been a pro at racing takes on a change of pacing ; racing for your heart.) - long fic
uh oh im falling in love by @won4kiss - (you and heeseung have been rivals for as long as you could remember, constantly competing for the top spot in schoolâbasically everything. living next door to each other only added to the fire, the tension between you, especially when heeseungâs cocky aura never seems to waver. but one single encounter shifts the entire dynamic, leading to confusing emotions arising, jealousy, and new surprising revelations. what happens when rivalry starts to feel like itâs growing into something more?) long fic
a stoner's guide to starbucks by @jayflrt - (in which you work at the starbucks where heeseung is a regular at (and considered a public enemy). also he only goes when heâs stoned off his ass.) - smau series
she knows her sour patch kids by @allforhee - (living under the protective eyes of your older brother, park sunghoon, he thinks he knows you the best. but litte does he know that heeseung knows you love your sour patch kids more than you love his usual swedish fish.) - short fic
win one win me by @jaylver - (who knew being angry and impulsive can get the captain of the hockey team to notice you? cussing them out when they were losing wasn't the best idea, but it definitely made lee heeseung's head turn, leading to him making a deal with you to win a game in order to get your number. but that wasn't enough for him, he was determined to make you his.) - long fic
from screens to scenes by @enreveriee - (you decide to give online dating a shot but have never met your boyfriend in person, nor do you even know what he looks like. when your friends pressure you into finally asking him out for a real-life date, things take a surprising turn. what you expected to be a simple meetup becomes an adventure filled with unexpected twists.) - long fic
taste of life by @mygnolia - (heeseung is invisible to everyone, robbed of recognition as people pass through and never acknowledge him. to live as a shadow who observes is hardâheeseung sinks into corners and simply wishes for a chance to be a part of something. but when you finally come to the biggest halloween party of the year and see him, he canât help but be attached.) - short fic
bring the heat by @kairoot - (y/n has always disliked heeseung, the arrogant rising star of the racing scene. she especially dislikes him when he beats her brother in the cityâs street racing round and takes it upon herself to do a rematch and race him. but when she gets herself stuck in a predicament, her enemy is the only one who can save her. maybe thereâs more to heeseung than just his big ego.) - short fic
bjoux by @okikeu - (The fashion industry is difficult, so when the CEO of Korea's finest, luxury fashion brand, Le DĂ©sir, loses the most important ambassador of her career, her life is pretty much over. That is, until she finds a face that makes her previous fumble look like a simple marketing scheme.) - smau series
cliches are okay by @chogiwow - short fic
JAY
how you get the girl by @jaylver - (Beach parties are supposedly fun and exciting, arenât they? Wrong. Experiencing college parties is rare for you, but you decided to give this one a go after your best friendâs constant pleas. Things were alright until everything turned sour when trouble found you and eventually you were roped into a fight alongside the campusâ famous hockey playboy. As if that wasnât enough, the devil himself conjured up an idea that you found yourself being entangled in. It was all fun and games up until confusion arose, feelings being confessed and played, in the end, Jay had to learn how to get the girl, his girl.) - long fic
white corvette and lipstick by @okwonyo - (waiting for the cab with your boyfriend in the night.) - short fic
pictures enhypen send you of bf!jay by @ddksoo - fake texts
fast forward by @asahicore - (After yet another romantic disappointment in the form of one Jake Sim, you go to the well youâve always believed to grant wishes and ask for your one and true love to appear. That night, you go to sleep in your bed but wake up in a strange house. When you head downstairs, you find a man washing the dishes and telling you your favorite meal is waiting on the table for you. Youâve spent hours glaring at the back of that head, you could recognize it anywhereâit belongs to none other than Park Jongseong, your high school sworn enemy⊠and future husband, or so it seems.) - long fic
JAKE
bed chem by @cupidhoons - (your friend sets you up with a cute aussie boy at her party) - short fic
texts with bestfriend!jake by @silquids - text msgs
found you by @whjluv - (jake is very well known and loved by everybody on campus. equally popular was his relationship with the captain of the volleyball team, haneul. even more popular, sadly, is his breakup after more than a year. the months following the event take a significant toll on jake, who becomes unrecognizable. his once sweet, friendly and pure nature is replaced by a constant gloomy and somber aura. what happens when this new version of jake sim unexpectedly clashes with a very straightforward and quite intimidating member of the schoolâs podcast?) - long fic
SUNGHOON
deep honey by @paarksunghoon - (the last thing you want to do is interrupt sunghoonâs time with his friends, but your doting boyfriend has always said heâll be there whenever you need him. when a shift at work leaves you hanging by a thread, he and his friends are there to patch your soul back up.) - short fic
cafeteria confessions by @reinahwanggg - (everyone thinks you're dating your childhood best friend sunghoon. well, everyone including sunghoon because he confessed to you almost a year ago and you didn't exactly know it was a confession because of how casually he said it.) - short fic
sunghoon with a crush on you by @woniecore - smau
get well soon by @senascoop - (Youâve always considered yourself a good personâkind, forgiving, and patient. But Sunghoon tested every bit of that. One reckless, drunken drive was all it took for him to flip your life upside down, leaving you temporarily confined to a wheelchair. The inconvenience was more than just physical; it was a wound to your pride and independence. Sunghoon, however, refused to walk away from his mistake. Guilt-ridden and determined to make amends, he became a constant presence in your lifeâcovering your medical bills, offering you emotional support, and sticking around even when you wished he wouldnât.) - long fic
love on air by @pshbites - (two podcast groups, both equally popular on the internet, start interacting with one another. however it isnt how fans want it to be.. OR yn sees sunghoon hating on lauryn hill and accidentally starts an entire fanwar with him.) - smau series
the 24-hour dating challenge by @jaeyunverse - (being a famous youtuber isnât easy, especially when you have to constantly come up with new ideas to keep your audience entertained. and this time, your viewers want you to date park sunghoon, your best friend of nearly a decade, for the entirety of 24 hours.) - long fic
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Look after my friends
SUMMARY: You and Max have friends from the grid over for a nice family day when they decide to try a trend on you...it doesn't go exactly as planned. Part of the Verstappen Family Verse
WARNINGS: Super short. fluff.
A/N: Another tiktok inspired drabble that I uploaded over on wattpad a while ago ;)
"Hold on a sec can you guys look after the parents please." Lando walked in his phone facing him before he propped it in front of you and Max.Â
Both of you saw the red icon indicating it was filming you. You looked up as those around you began laughing at your confused faces.Â
"What is this?" You asked smiling at the joke you weren't getting.Â
Aside from many other things one of the small factors that made you and Max so perfect for each other was the way you both were so disconnected from the internet even before having Lea and Ivy. It was easy to play viral pranks on you because you both were simply never aware they existed.Â
"What are we supposed to do?" Max turned around to look for Lando who had disappeared.Â
"Is this live or something?" You furrowed your brows leaning closer to the camera.Â
"PAPA! Look at what I drew!" Lea ran towards her dad completely distracting you both from the filming phone.Â
Lea climbed up on her dad's lap with his help. She held up the drawing showing a childlike depiction of the current scene. Children playing in your garden and her parents, uncles, and aunts sitting around the long table.Â
"Oh my god Lea this is amazing." Max beamed proudly turning the drawing around to show everyone around the table.Â
"Wow!" Compliments flew in from all of Lea's favorite people making her shy away and tuck herself in Max's chest.Â
"Mama I dwaw too." Ivy who was in a faze of copying everything her sister did attempted to climb up your lap. You picked her up placing her on your lap.Â
"Let's see what you drew my darling." You encouraged Ivy to show you.Â
She turned around showing a pink circle and a smaller purple circle with a bunch of scribbles of different colors around it.
"Wow, Ivy is that you and Lea?" You asked her pointing at the pink and purple circles knowing pink was Lea's favorite colour and purple hers.Â
"YES Mama!" She got excited at the fact you recognized her. "This is wando, this is auntie wiwy, this is uncwe Ozzie, this is auntie awex, this is uncwe chawie, this is-" She pointed at every scribble and you were surprised to find she'd matched the color of the scribbles to what they were wearing.Â
"Wow Ivy good job." Max also complimented his youngest daughter. "I have such talented daughters." The pride in Max's voice made you look at him lovingly.Â
"Can you guys draw me something for my house?" Dani asked the girls.Â
"YES!" They both cheered excitedly before shimmying of your laps and running back to their coloring area.Â
"Me too please!" Charles called out.Â
"And me!" Oscar called after followed by the others.Â
Both you and Max turned to look at each other huge smiles on your face. "We might have two artists in our hands." You commented.Â
Max placed a sweet kiss on your lips. "Maybe a little racer is in here." Max placed a hand on your growing bump, your noses brushing as you both looked at each other in adoration.Â
"Ugh, you both are too in love for this challenge." Lando walked back to the garden picking up the phone you both had completely forgotten about.Â
Everyone burst out in laughter as once again Max and you both looked at each other confused.Â
It's safe to say the f1 world went crazy at the video, a fact you were also too oblivious to. Â
#f1 x reader#changetyre#f1#f1 imagine#f1 one shot#f1fic#formula 1#f1fluff#max verstappen x reader#Dad!Max Verstappen#Verstappen x reader#f1grid#f1multi
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when abby decided to put on a skirt for the first time, wanting to change up her style just a little, she never expected your reaction. cool, relaxed and nothing phases you, you. at first she was nervous about the idea, nervous about walking out into your shared living room, where she knew you were relaxing, just to show you her new purchase. walking out of the bedroom, and into the living room, abby shivers at the coldness hitting her legs and chews on her bottom lip nervously when she finds you sitting on the couch, fluffy cat slumped in your arms and eyes focused on whatever was on the tv. Itâs only when you catch her from the corner of your eye that you stop rubbing your catâs head and turn your head just enough to get a good look at her. âabbyââ âdo you like it?â she murmurs, fumbling with the fabric nervously. âlike it? i love it.â you cleared your throat, eyes zoning in on her long bare legs. âhm, yeah, i love it, babygirl.â the reaction you gave her was one she wasnât expecting, one minute you were just looking at how short it was, to her toned legs, and the next minute she was bent over the desk, shirt pulled off from how quickly you moved, tits pressed against the cold wooden oak, panties throw behind you for later and her skirt was bunched around her hips with your tongue moving feverishly over her clit, the ministrations had her hands gripping the desk tightly. âsuch a pretty pussy, looks so beautiful, so beautiful f'me, hm?â you chuckled before wrapping your lips around her sensitive clit again. abby squirmed relentlessly against the desk, moaning into the bend of her elbow, the feeling of you curling your fingers in her cunt had her eyes rolling into the back of her head, the feeling of your lips warmly wrapped around her clit had her legs trembling and the thrusts against that spot that had her seeing stars couldnât stop the way her hand flew off the desk, reached back and gripped your hair, tugging harshly. âright there, please, please.â abby whined, fucking herself back against your tongue and fingers. âsâgood, oh,â she panted, nails scraping at the oak harshly. âmâgonna cum,â her body squirmed more beneath your touch, hand gripping your hair a little tighter, hard enough to have you moaning against her cunt. abbyâs stomach tightens and flutters at each thrust âneed to cum, please?â you make a sound, abby isnât sure what, but she barely pays attention, how when her body tenses up, back arching up and she cums against your mouth with a whimper. âfuckâ baby, wait, shit.â your fingers continue to curl against that spot deep inside her, and you have the nerve to giggle into her cunt when out of nowhere her pussy clamps around your fingers before sheâs squirting. it drips down her thighs and coats your wrist as you fuck her through her high. âsâtoo muchâ abby pants, slumping her forehead against the table. not registering that you had just made her squirt. âalways knew i could make you squirt, wasnât sure when though.â you murmur, sinking your teeth into the fat of her ass lightly. âyouâre crazy.â abby gives you a breathless laugh before letting go of your hair. âcrazy for you, gonna let me make you squirt again?â âso you really love the skirt?â abby whines once youâre kissing her back. âmm, love it so much that i need to fuck you in it again.âÂ
#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson x you#abby anderson smut#abby anderson blurb#abby anderson#abby anderson tlou2#abby the last of us#abby tlou#abby tlou2#abby x reader
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#also i find the costume choices interesting #before rio takes nicky with her #she is dressed more 'innocent' if you like #but after she takes nicky? #after agatha starts hating her and thinking her cruel and evil? #her costume changes #she gets darker #she dressed for the way agatha saw her #a cruel dark being that doesnt have a care for anyone else #which couldnt be farther from the teuth #rio does care #she cares so deeply for agatha that she broke her own rules for her #even warned her that her time with nicky couldnt be forever #she would have to come for him #she cares enough to go into the fake reality to being agatha back to herself despite knowing agatha hated her #she didnt have to bring agatha back #she could have left her in the fake reality #even with billy interfering it was rio that got agatha to strip back all the fakeness #she once again broke her rules when she spared billy #just because once again agatha begged for the life of a boy she cares for #rio gave agatha so much special treatment because she is deeply in love with her #agathas death bought real actual tears to rios eyes #how many people can say that hold so much power over death herself to bring her to tears? #probably just agatha (via @agatharioscoven)
can we stop leaving these in the tags ??
She is my scar.
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completely random question, but what are evelynâs sisters like? e.g. their relationship to evelyn, possible dynamic with caleb, personalities, etcâŠ
i really enjoy the way you flesh out evelyn and caleb, giving them backstories and families of their own. theyâre all so compelling!
THE CLAWTHORNE SISTERS:
Wendy is conflicted between resentment and love. While Evelyn has always looked up to Wendy and admired her.
Bronwen moved out when Evelyn was still little, and with Ev having trouble getting friends, she was often shoehorned into hanging out with Wendy. Which Wendy hated. Wendy sought refuge with friends outside the home, and always being told to bring Evelyn only fuelled the annoyance.
Evelyn has always been an easy target for both bullying and being taken advantaged of. And Wendy has always stood up for her, and also shoved her out of her room.
Bronwen is a mediator between the sisters. When she was recently moved out (with then boyfriend, now husband) she was still visiting a lot to look after her sister's wellbeing.
Their mother plays favourite with Evelyn, which neglects the sisters in different ways.
- Evelyn gets put under too much pressure and can't say no, and thinks her purpose in life is to always be helpful: even at the loss of herself.
- Wendy gets put at the wayside, treated as Evelyn's chaperone and not somebody who has her own life or schedule. She's often told that "for the family" she has to drop everything, for Evelyn. She wouldn't hate doing it, if it wasn't forced.
- Bronwen and her parents never saw eye-to-eye. She has always been a rebel that questioned the way they did things. If she didn't want to do it like that, she wouldn't! And it was the cause of many fights. Bronwen rejected the pressures of becoming "important" early on.
Unfortunately, her fighting spirit only made Wendy not want to fight. She didn't like all the arguing, and instead opted to be compliant. Which only gave her a lack of autonomy in the end. While Evelyn never learned to choose herself at all.
Bronwen has a bunch of kids that becomes the founding seeds of the Clawthorne clan (alongside Evelyn & Caleb's kid, but they're a different branch of the clan.)
CALEB:
At first, the Clawthornes thought Caleb was a magic-less witch by the name Jasper Bloodwilliams. He was wearing a hat that covered his ears when he first visited the realm.
He made up the cover story on a whim that he and Evelyn bumped into each other as researchers in the human realm. That he, too, was interested in humans because (as Evelyn's reason also were) "Humans don't have magic and get by just fine!"
Wendy has never met another half-witch before, and is both happy and a little upset that this is Evelyn's friend. (she's a lesbian guys, don't worry, no triangle drama here.)
Once she finds out he's a human, though, she's upset at Evelyn. She thinks the reason Evelyn "researches magic-less solution" is because she's trying to find a consolation price for Wendy.
Caleb mends the bridge between the sisters by telling Wendy about what Evelyn has been up to in the human-realm. They have a heart-to-heart, bonding over being older siblings who have to give something up for the younger ones.
Bronwen and Caleb have a meaningful conversation about moving away from people you love. Choosing himself, choosing to let go of the past, that sort of thing.
Caleb, via the Clawthorne's, grows increasingly more self-aware of his situation with Philip and how it's not a very healthy one. Mainly on his part. And tries to figure out what he can do.
#toh#the owl house#clawthornes#ttocw#evelyn clawthorne#bronwen clawthorne#windywax wendy clawthorne#caleb wittebane#ttocw artemis
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BENEATH THE NOISE áŻáĄŁđ©
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x College!Reader
Summarize: Itâs hard to deal with deception when youâve given your best. Luckily, Rafe knows how to get to you.
Warning(s): self depreciation, a hint of anxiety.
A/N: Thank you so much for all the love in my works <3
The grade wasnât supposed to define you. Thatâs what everyone says: âItâs just a number, not a measure of your worth.â But as you sit staring at the email on your screen, the words blur, letters and numbers melting together until you can only feel one thing: failure.
The examâs grade - the one you poured sleepless nights, early mornings, and everything in between into â sits there in stark black and white, unchangeable, final. You canât look away, even as the panic bubbles into shame and then into the familiar, relentless self-criticism. Even as the salty tears begin to blurry your vision.
âHow could I have been so stupid?â you think, teeth pressing into your lower lip. âAll those hours⊠wasted. Whatâs the point if this is the result?â The thoughts spiral faster, slipping away from you. âMaybe Iâm not cut out for this. Maybe Iâm just fooling myself. Everyone else makes it look so easy.â
With a shaky breath, you shut your laptop and curl up on your bed, tugging the blanket over yourself as if it could shield you from the whirlwind in your mind, from the world and those mocking numbers. You feel your phone buzz, but you ignore it. Then it buzzes again, and again. Itâs Rafe, no doubt, checking in, but you canât bring yourself to reply. Youâre not in the mood for talking and pretending to be fine, or worse â the pity you know will be laced into his voice if he finds out how badly you did.
But Rafe isnât one to be easily put off. He leaves message after message, each one laced with growing concern and slight irritation.
âHey, baby. Just checking in. Howâd the test go?â
A minute later, âEverything okay? Call me when you get this. Youâre working me, baby.â
Another text, his humor slipping through: âIâm gonna assume youâre just taking a nap and ignoring the world like you usually do when youâre stressed.â
And then, finally, a call. You glance at the screen, seeing his name flash, but even though part of you aches to hear his voice, you canât bring yourself to answer. Instead, you turn off the phone entirely, sinking further into the blanket cocoon, feeling more alone and defeated with every minute that ticks by.
Rafe spends the better part of an hour trying to reach you. First, itâs gentle check-ins, then some light teasing, then a note of worry threading through his texts. When all his messages stay stuck on âdeliveredâ with no response, he throws on a jacket, grabs his car keys, and heads out the door. Heâs had enough off of it.
The drive is a blur, his hands gripping the steering wheel as he runs through what heâll say to you when he gets there. Heâd scold you for being a brat and making him worry when all you had to do was type some goddamn words on your phone. It wasnât so hard. He didnât even want to think about the possibility of something actually happening to you.
By the time he arrives at your place, itâs late enough that the lights outside are dim, casting long shadows across the driveway. He knocks once, twice in your bedroomâs door once your mom lets him in.
âSheâs been there for hours.â Your mom sighs, looking up at the stairs as she puts your untouched plate of dinner in the refrigerator. âThe results of her exam came in and well⊠You know how hard she can be with herself.â
Rafe rubs hand on his neck, he had completely forgot that the result would be today and he knew how hard youâve been studying.
He knocks on your door once and when thereâs no answer, he gently turns the knob, letting himself in.
Itâs quiet inside, save for the faint sound of your breathing as he steps into your room. He sees you there, huddled under the blankets, your back to the door, your shoulders slightly shaking. His heart clenches in pain and worry as you look so small hiding in the many blankets. Wordlessly, Rafe slips off his shoes, walking over to your bed. Without a word, he lifts the edge of the blanket and slides in beside you, his warmth immediately seeping through the layers of fabric that separate you.
For a moment, he doesnât say anything, letting his presence speak for itself. Slowly, he wraps an arm around you, pulling you into his chest. You stiffen at first, your pride fighting the comfort heâs offering, but then the dam breaks, and you lean into him, hiding your face in his shoulder.
He strokes your hair gently, his voice a soft murmur. âIâm here. You donât have to say anything if you donât want to.â He presses a light kiss to the top of your head, letting the silence settle for a few moments longer before he speaks again.
âWant me to talk to your professor?â he murmurs, a playful edge creeping into his tone. âBecause I could pay a visit, you know⊠straighten him out, remind him that no one messes with my girl.â He squeezes you a little tighter. âJust say the word.â
You canât help the small, broken laugh that escapes you, muffled by his shirt. You know heâs kidding â or at least, half-kidding â but thereâs a part of you that believes he might actually show up at your professorâs office if you asked him to. That thought alone lightens the weight on your chest, even if just a little.
âYou donât need to go after my professor, Rafe,â you mumble, a hint of sarcasm breaking through the sadness. âEven though⊠I wouldnât mind seeing the look on his face if you did, it wasnât his fault.â
Rafe chuckles softly, squeezing your shoulder. âIf you change your mind, Iâve got my car gassed up and ready.â
The laugh fades, and you fall silent again, the weight of the failure still pressing down on you. After a few moments, you pull back slightly, looking up at him. âRafe⊠what if Iâm just not good enough? What if Iâve been trying so hard for nothing?â
You wrap your arms around his torso, fingers absently tracing random shapes on his t-shirt as the words left your trembling lips. âMaybe I should just quit it. Spare myself all the deception.â
He keeps his hold on you, his voice staying low and gentle. âBaby, youâre one of the smartest people I know. This grade? It doesnât change that. Not even a little.â
You start to protest, but he shushes you, brushing a thumb across your cheek. âNo, Iâm serious. Youâre so hard on yourself, and I get it. But you need to remember that one test doesnât undo everything you are, everything youâve done. Itâs just one small thing in a million great things about you.â
The words come out softly and so certain, almost like a confession, and you see the shift in his expression as he meets your gaze. He lifts a hand, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his eyes soft and steady. âThen you try again, and again, if you have to. But youâre anything but ânot good enough.â Youâre brilliant, and hard-working, and stubborn as hell. Iâve seen you tackle way harder stuff than this.â
You shake your head, unable to accept the kindness in his voice. âBut I⊠I feel so dumb, Rafe. Like all this effort is just⊠wasted. Like Iâm not cut out for this.â
Rafeâs expression softens even more, and he tilts your chin up, making sure youâre looking into his eyes. âBaby, listen to me. One test, one mistake â none of that changes who you are or what youâre capable of. Youâre allowed to be human, to mess up sometimes. It doesnât make you any less amazing, okay?â
His words linger, breaking down the wall youâve built around your pride and pain. For the first time since you got the grade, you start to believe that maybe, just maybe, heâs right. You were being too harsh in yourself.
âThank you,â you whisper, your voice barely audible as you place a kiss to his cheek.
âAlways,â he replies, giving you a small, reassuring smile. âNow, letâs stay here as long as you need, but when youâre ready, weâll go grab some terrible takeout, or watch that show you like. Whatever you want. But for now⊠just let me hold you.â
You nod, settling against him, the rise and fall of his chest calming the storm in your mind. And as you lie there, surrounded by his warmth and steady heartbeat, the self-criticism starts to soften, the harsh thoughts fading, leaving only the quiet reassurance that youâll be okay.
As you lie curled up against him, letting his warmth seep into you, Rafeâs hand gently runs along your back in soothing circles. You can feel the steady beat of his heart, grounding you, pulling you away from the spiral of self-doubt. After a long silence, you finally lift your head, your face inches from his as you meet his gaze. Thereâs no judgment in his eyes, just quiet understanding, and something even softer.
Slowly, he reaches up, brushing a thumb across your cheek, and you feel yourself lean into his touch. His eyes flicker down to your lips, and after a beat, he leans in, capturing your lips in a kiss thatâs soft, gentle, like heâs pouring all his reassurance into you without a single word. His fingers slip to the back of your neck, his hold gentle but certain, as if anchoring you to the moment, grounding you in his presence and pulling you away from the loud thoughts in your mind.
He pulls back just slightly, his forehead resting against yours, and you feel his breath, warm and steady. âIâm here,â he whispers, his voice barely more than a murmur. âNo grade, no test can change that. Youâre more than enough, and Iâm not going anywhere.â His thumb grazes your cheek again, his eyes filled with warmth and conviction, and in that moment, the weight on your heart feels a little lighter, the storm in your mind a little quieter.
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25 Days Later â p.sh
minors do not interact!
pairing: ethical serial dater!sunghoon x fem!reader
genre: fluff, angst, smut, fake to real relationship trope
synopsis: For Park Sunghoon, relationships should remain uncomplicated. With life already filled with complexities, he believes that dating should only last for twenty-five daysâjust enough time to enjoy each other's company before parting ways. And thereâs Yoon Y/n, who was driven by her curiosity rather than romance, finds herself intrigued by Sunghoon's unconventional plan, prompting her to join him for these twenty-five days. Yet, beneath their playful interactions, an unpredictable tension hints that things may not be as simple as they appear.
word count: 39k (iâm sorry?)
warnings: protected sex (YES! PRACTICE SAFE SEX), Sohyun from triple S as Hoonâs twin sister (love that), reader has a bragger moment, mentions of corpses and dead people, mentions of accidents. I stopped putting indications midway cause i have already reached the maximum of ten photos per post thing (still donât know how this works). Grammatical and typographical errors ahead!
Day 26
Sunghoon just stared blankly at the screen of the laptop in front of him. His canvas was empty, and it seemed like he didnât know where to start with everything he had to do.
He knew he had to get to work. There was a deadline he needed to chaseâone website, a set of marketing materials, and cover studies for a book set to release three months from now. But damn, his brain just
wouldnât cooperate. There was only one thing on his mind since last night:
Yoon Y/n.
Sunghoon was confused. It shouldnât be like this. Heâd spent years perfecting his dating lifestyle, and heâd never messed up. Nothing like this had ever happened to him after nearly a month of getting close to a woman.
His heart pounded harder as his mind filled with thoughts of Y/n.
He roughly ran his hands over his face, even tugging at his hair in frustration. "Fuck! Is karma getting back at me?â
He looked up, staring blankly at the ceiling as he recalled Y/nâs beautiful faceâthe sweet smile, the lively laugh, the softness of her hair, the smoothness of her skin, and that nightâŠ
Then he remembered her tears, the sadness in her eyes, the words sheâd said that cut deep into his heartâŠ
He cursed himself repeatedly as he realized just how big of an asshole heâd been. He needed to do something to redeem himself and save the only romantic relationship he could describe as real. He saved his work, then shut down his computer. He quickly showered and got dressed.
He needed to talk to Y/n.
In just minutes, he was already on the road. If he could, heâd have flown his car just to reach her house sooner. He could already see her familyâs house when a motorcycle suddenly cut in from his side.
He swerved to avoid the rider, but even though he managed to dodge the motorcyclist, his car collided with a streetlight instead.
The screeching sound of tires and the crash of metal filled his ears. Then, darkness consumed SunghoonâŠ
Day 0
âAre you really listening to erotica?â His twin sister Sohyun teased, putting the earbud back in his own ear to hear what audiobook Sunghoon was enjoying.
Sunghoon laughed at his sisterâs mocking expression. âIs that what youâre listening to? No wonder you didnât hear me knocking on the door for the past ten minutesâ she exclaimed incredulously. âWow! I never knew you had this side to you, Hoon.â
âYou're over exaggerating,â the male chuckled. He turned his attention from the cover of a young adult fiction novel and glanced at his brother. âFirst of all, youâre overreacting again. Second, you have a key, so you didnât need to knock. Third, Iâm doing this to drown out the music from the neighbors.â There was a wedding resort next to his apartment, and he often heard the wedding march two to three times a day. During June or December, it could reach five to seven times, and he was already fed up with it. âAnd fourth, Iâm working, so of course, I need to concentrate.â
âYeah, right. Just admit itâyouâre only focusing on the love scenes in that audiobook,â Sohyun smirked.
âFifth,â he continued as if he hadnât heard his sisterâs interjection, âThis isnât erotica. There was just a love scene, and you happened to catch me at that part. It's not even that explicit; the sex is just implied.â He didnât want to sound defensive, but thatâs exactly how it seemed based on Sohyun's smirk.
The woman settled on the sofa in his small apartment, which he was still paying for with his income as a freelance web developer and digital artist.
âI have a date later. I found a physical copy of this book in her bag, so I searched for the audiobook. Of course, I need some ammo in case our conversation turns in that direction.â
âOh.â His sister shrugged. âWell, you're practically an authority on what women want. Iâm sure you know what youâre doing.â
That was sarcasm. Even though his sister's way if delivering the statement didn't make it obvious, Sunghoon was sure of it. He laughed. âIs it really an exaggeration to call me an authority? Iâm not an expert. I donât know everything that women want, dear sisterâjust some things. Honestly, I think your kind is too complicated to fully grasp. I just happen to know a few bits.â
His twin snorted. âIt doesnât suit you; stop pretending to be humble. I know the story about how youâve supposedly spent years studying the perfect dating formula.â
She took a sip from her paper cup and shifted the conversation. âAnyway, speaking of dating, who are you seeing now? And how many days has it been?â
He smiled. âAre you interested now?â
She rolled her eyes, but his grin widened. âHer name is Daehi. Yoon Daehi. I met her at Jay's birthday party,â Sunghoon explained, referring to a friend. âSheâs a high school teacherâsmart, a bit immatureâwhich is understandable since sheâs still young, kind of boring, and weâve only gone out once. Tonight is our second date.â
âYou call her boring, yet youâre still pursuing her?â
âItâs bearable. Plus, you know I prefer that they break up with me before twenty-five days, right? Iâm a gentleman like that.â
Sohyun snorted again. âIâm quite surprised that youâve managed to convince a lot of people with that 25-day theory of yours. I heard a TV show even contacted you, saying that they wanted to feature you.â
âI declined,â he replied with a proud smile. âIâd like to keep my life private, thank you very much. I told them that if they really wanted to feature me, I could consider discussing my theory with them, but they shouldnât include me in the feature. They agreed.â
No, Sunghoon wasnât a celebrity. It just so happened that he and many of his acquaintances had been in multiple relationships, allowing him, at twenty-four, to calculate the ideal duration of a romantic relationshipâtwenty-five days. It could be shorter, but it shouldnât exceed twenty-five days, because after that, the thrill is gone. The romance fades, and thereâs a boredom factor that creeps in between a couple.
And it seemed that many of his friends who had tried this approach agreed with him.
He had also been offered interviews with magazines several times, but he turned them down. He did want to inform people to help them, though.
Sunghoon believed that if everyone followed his formula, many would be spared from heartbreaks and unrealistic expectations. Many would enjoy life more and be happy.
Of course, there were those who disagreed with himâthe traditionalists, the religious folks, the ultra-feminists, the sentimental romantics, and those who turned a blind eye to reality. But why should he let them affect him? His life had been free of heartaches since he started practicing the 25-day dating method three years ago. There was one time he had to file a temporary restraining order against a woman who wouldnât leave him alone, and there were two or three others who still contacted him, unable to move on. But generally, things were good! He had never been this happy before, and dating had never been this fun.
Sunghoon glanced at his sister, who was merely three minutes older than him. âIf I were, I would follow my own advice, and I bet you wouldnât be sad right now.â Sohyun raised a hand in protest. âOh, no. Donât involve me in your nonsense. Iâm happy being the single, strong, and independent woman that I am, so no thanks.â
âSo, you donât have plans on getting married?â he pressed.
âIf I do, then I do. If I donât, then I donât,â she replied nonchalantly. âWhat matters is that Iâm not at risk of getting HIV, unlike you.â
Sunghoon laughed. âIs that what you really think of me? Of course, I practice safe sex. And for the record, I didnât sleep with all of them. Out of the fourteen, it was only about five, maybe six, or even seven.â
âWell, good luck to you then. I hope karma doesnât catch up with you and slap you with some sexually transmitted disease, or that so-called true love that others talk about, or just a dose of your own medicine, or whatever.â He laughed even harder. âTrue love, huh? You still believe in that?â
Sunghoon guessed that his sister was still a virgin, unlike him. He hadnât met any of her boyfriends, although she had admirers. It was also impossible for her to be a lesbian since she would blush over Kim Soohyun and other handsome, muscular K-actors. He suspected that his twin sister had been disheartened before but just didnât talk about it. Or maybe she simply had high standards.
Sohyun shrugged and took another sip of her coffee. âMy dear brother, just because we havenât experienced something doesnât mean it doesnât exist, right? Besides, I didnât come here to discuss your theories on loveâs existence.â
He pretended to furrow his brow at her. âOh, so you just missed arguing with me?â
âWell, thereâs a bit of truth to that.â He caught a glimpse of a smile forming at the corner of his sister's lips. âAnyway, I just wanted to mention that I have a friend whoâs interested in testing your theory. She wants to date you.â
His eyebrows raised. Someone volunteered?Interesting. This was only the third time something like this had happened. âAlright, how old is she?â
Her sister shot him a look of disbelief. âReally, Hoon? Thatâs your first question?â
âWhat?â Sunghoon shrugged.
"Sheâs a year older than us. She said she was curious about your theory. Also, youâre dating her younger sister, and she wants to spare her from the upcoming heartbreak, so sheâs stepping in to date you instead.â
âHuh?â he asked, confused.
âSheâs Daehiâs older sister, and she wants you to apply your 25-day dating theory with her.â
âIs this... friend of yours also a sociologist?â He asked as his sister had a doctorate in that field.
She shook her head. âSheâs a classmate of mine from the writing workshop I attended last month. We got close after meeting up for coffee regularly.â
âSo sheâs a writer wannabe too?â he asked, still puzzled.
âUh-huh. And sheâs also a teacher, patissier, sculptor, surfer, future architect.â
Sunghoonâs eyes widened. âWow, she must be really dedicated to her studies.â
His sister just shrugged. âSheâs had a lot of jobs. She says she was born curious.â
A slow smile formed on Sunghoonâs lips. He had a feeling he knew the real motive behind this womanâs interest. Maybe she just wanted to study him, being the friend of his sister. âHmm... so whatâs her name?â
âYoon Y/n.â
âHmmmâŠâ he said, pondering. âSo this Y/n... is she pretty?â
Her sister rolled her eyes. âWow, I didnât know you actually had standards.â Sunghoon chuckled as he scratched his nape.
Sohyun reached into the large bag beside her and pulled out her phone, scrolling and tapping on the screen. Then handed the phone to him.
It was a group picture of the women at the coffee shop. His sister zoomed in on the girl next to her, who was holding a book that he recognized as A Little Life by the cover. She had long, wavy brown hair, fair skin, beautiful sharp eyes, and a lovely smile, and a cute mole right below the side of her left eye.
Beautiful. There were other words he could use to describe her, but they would all be synonymous with that one wordâbeautiful.
âHmmm,â Sunghoon said, trying to ignore the sudden flutter in his chest and stomach. âSo when are you going to give me Yoon Y/nâs number?â
His sister's grin widened. âI knew that sheâs your type!â She handed him her phone, where the details of his new date were displayed. âJust donât hurt her, okay? If you do, Iâll be the one to beat you up.â
âOf course not. No crying; weâll just have fun.â he teased.
In his mind, Sunghoon was already planning his next moves. He would probably break things off with Daehi tonightâin a sweet, memorable, and romantic way, of course. Then, heâd gently break up with her. Heâll then contact her older sister, whoâs more attractive and seems more challenging.
â
Your sister's face was in a deep scowl as she came down to your workplace, which was just below your house.
"Is it true that you'll be going on a date with Park Sunghoon?" Daehi demanded without any preamble.
It seemed sheâd already talked to the guy sheâd been seeing lately, and judging by her look, things hadnât gone well between them. She was still dressed for her last date with Park Sunghoon, wearing a black maxi dress and a fully made-up face. You just nodded, continuing to put on your coat, gloves, and mask as you prepared to meet your new clientâsomeone who, apparently, had only been dead for an hour. Yes, your client was indeed deceased. The family business provided funeral and mortuary services, and you often worked as an embalmer as a side line.
"Why are you doing this, Y/n?" she snapped. "What's your damn point?"
You forced yourself to stay calm, keeping your tone steady. "My point is to spare you from getting your heart broken by a man who clearly doesnât have good intentions for you."
"I'm not that vulnerable!" she insisted, her voice rising.
"Keep it down, Daehi. You might wake the dead." You smirked, glad you had your mask onâseeing you smile would only fuel her anger.
"This isnât a joke, Y/n. Youâre stealing my date," she snapped. "Why do you have to be such a⊠a homewrecker?!â
"Iâm doing it for your own good, Daehi. And seriously, stop being so dramatic. Itâs not like you were about to marry him. Heâs a serial dater; he wonât take you seriously."
"You donât know his heart well enough to say that!"
You burst into laughter. "Oh my god, Daehi! Just stop. You sound like youâre in some soap opera. Are you planning to get into acting?"
She stomped her foot in frustration. "But I like Sunghoon!" Her voice cracked, on the verge of tears. "He's funny, sensible, cute, and I'm falling for him. How could you do this to me?"
You rolled your eyes. A week into knowing him, and she was already âfallingâ? Over-the-top.
You finished putting on your work gear and faced her. "See? This is exactly why Iâm doing this, Daehi." You pointed at her. "Look at yourself. Youâre too emotional, childish, gullible, and you canât keep your emotions in check. Especially when itâs for someone who has no intention of truly caring for you and will leave within weeks. Youâre choosing to put your heart at risk! And yet, youâre mad at me for trying to protect you? Whereâs the logic in that, Daehi?"
Her eyes filled with tears, taken aback by your bluntness.
"Iâm not a kid, Y/n. Iâm twenty-two; I donât need your protection. I can handle myself."
You shook your head. "Thatâs a bit of an overstatement."
She glared at you, her tears starting to fall. "Well, I hope he breaks your heart the way you just broke mine," she said before storming off.
You sniggered to yourself. Your sister really was dramatic.
With a shrug, you walked into the prep room, where you spent the next two hours cleaning, draining the blood, removing the internal organs, injecting formaldehyde, dressing, and applying makeup on your client, a fifty-five-year-old woman.
As you were singing along to the Backstreet Boys' I Want It That Way playing over the speakersâa rather ironic choice given your situationâyour phone rang in your pocket. Ignoring it at first, you finally checked when the caller proved persistent. The number wasnât saved in your contacts.
"Hello?" you answered, not bothering to remove your mask.
"Hi! Is this Y/n?" The voice on the other end made your eyes widen and your heart skip a beat.
Damn, eargasmâŠ
"Uh, y-yes."
"This is Sunghoon, Sohyunâs brother."
"Oh," you said, a bit taken aback. "Hi."
"She told me you were interested in dating meââ
You paused mid-stroke as you applied lipstick to the deceased woman in front of you, finding his words a bit odd. "Uhmïżœïżœwell, Sunghoonâ"
"Oh, please, donât tell me you're backing out. I acted like a jerk tonight and told your sister I found you interesting, and nowâŠâ
Your eyes went wide again. "Wow, that was quite harsh!"
You heard him sigh. "Iâm really sorry. Sometimes, no matter how much I try to say things well, they just come out wrong. But I do mean well for your sister. Sheâs sweet, and she deserves someone better. We actually just talkedâthink weâre on good terms again. Anyway, would you like to meet up tomorrow?"
You stared at the body in front of you. "Uh, wait, Sunghoon... I'm kinda in the middle of something right now. Could you message me the details? But yes, I'll definitely meet you tomorrow."
"Thatâs great!" His deep voice was filled with excitement. "Okay, Iâll message you. See you tomorrow, Y/n."
"Bye." You quickly ended the call, tucking your phone into your pocket while pressing a hand to your chest.
Good lord, that voice could easily narrate an erotic novel.
After taking a few deep breaths, you got back to work. Once you finished, you cleaned up your supplies and stepped out of the room. You encountered one of the staff members and told them that the body was ready to be placed in the coffin.
You removed your lab gown, mask, and gloves, disinfected yourself, and headed to your parents' office.
âIâm going home now, Mom,â you said to your mother, who was busy at her computer, seemingly lost in calculations. As a Certified Public Accountant, she managed the funeral home's accounting books. "Where's Dad?"
"He just took your sister home. She was crying when she came here and wouldn't stop. She said she's going to lock herself in her room toâher wordsâcry properly."
You chuckled at the newly found information. Your sister could really be the next big K-drama star.
Your mom looked at you closely. "What happened? Did you two have a fight?" You snorted and sat in the chair across from her large oak deskâthe one you used whenever you helped with office work. You explained your sisterâs infatuation with a notorious serial dater and how youâd tried to keep her from getting involved. Youâd learned about this guy from one of her close friends. Apparently, your sister had gone out of her way to befriend one of Sunghoonâs friends just to get introduced and ask him out.
You werenât sure if she was influenced by your own adventurous streak, but you knew your younger sister well enoughâshe wasnât as detached as you were. She was sentimental, naive, and far too trusting. If you let her go through with this dating scheme, sheâd end up crying and heartbroken for sure. "I only want to protect her, Mom. Itâs really for her own good."
Your mom laughed. "Youâre always like this with Daehi. Youâre more overprotective of her than your dad and I are."
You shrugged. "Well, look at your daughter.â Itâs like she doesnât have a brain, you wanted to add.
"But why did you have to volunteer to take her place?" Your mom raised an eyebrow. "You actually want to get involved in that twenty-five-day whatever?"
You scratched your temple. "I just thought it might be easier for him to let go of Daehi if he already has a new date. And, honestly, Iâm curious, too, Mom."
Your mother watched you carefully, concern evident in her eyes. "Are you sure you can stay objective while dating that guy? What if you end up falling for him and get hurt?" she asked, worried.
You laughed. "Mom! The man is practically a robot. He has no heart; he plays with women and drops them after twenty-five days. Thatâs it. How could I ever fall for someone like that?" You almost added, Do you think Iâm that foolish? If you didnât fall for the decent suitors youâd had before, why would you fall for someone like him? It would be a waste of your Business Management degree and your soon-to-be degree in Architecture if you did.
"I hope so. I donât want to see you get hurt, Y/n."
"Donât worry, Mom. I know exactly what Iâm getting into. This is nothing personal, just like my other little misadventures. Iâm just curious."
Her expression softened into a smile. "I was just like that when I was young, too. Itâs okay to be free-spirited, dear, but donât forget to take care of yourself, okay?"
You gave a playful eye roll but smiled. "Mom, if I werenât careful, would I still be coming home in one piece after everything Iâve done?"
Youâd already done a three-day mountain trek, cared for tigers at a zoo, gone skydiving, and much much more.
"Sometimes, sweetheart, no matter how cautious you are, life can still surprise you," she said with a knowing smile.
"Alright, head on home before I end up using todayâs earnings just to pay for your overtime." You chuckled. "Youâre exaggerating, Mom." You stood up and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Good night."
"Good night, dear. Iâll be home soon, just need to finish up a few things here."
Day 01
If Sunghoon had been less self-assuredâif he didnât have confidence in himselfâhe might have felt small under the scrutiny he was receiving. It was a stark contrast to the obvious admiration heâd seen on Daehiâs face when they first met. But since he was well aware that he didnât look bad, he simply held your gaze, studying your features just as carefully as you did.
The night before, he had made his last date with Daehi extra special. Believing that honesty was the best policy, heâd told her about what her sister had said and admitted his interest. Sheâd walked out, ignoring his repeated calls until, finally, around ten, she picked up.
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"I feel like a jerk for doing this to you, and Iâm really sorry,"
he had said.
"Good that you know!"
she replied.
"I really am sorry."
He heard her sigh on the other end.
âItâs fine, Hoon. I appreciate your honesty. Honestly, my sister is more interesting than me."
"No, no, thatâs not what I meant, Daehiâ"
"And,"
she cut him off,
âIf Iâm being honest with myself, Iâd admit that there wasnât much spark between us anyway. Sure, I had a crush on you, but it was more like we were just siblings agreeing to go out on dates."
He exhaled in relief.
âMaybe I just wasnât the right guy for you. Youâre a sweet girl, Daehi; you deserve someone better. Someone whoâs not a jerk like me."
"I know, right?"
She laughed on the other end.
He found himself smiling, too.
âSo, have you already met my sister?â
There didnât seem to be any bitterness in her voice anymore.
âIâm calling her tonight."
Daehi giggled.
âNow that I think about it, you two might actually be a good match."
â
He hadnât fully understood what that meant until he finally got to call you. Your voice sounded muffled, as if there was something covering your mouth while you spoke to him, but he quickly noticed that you didnât seem like your sister, who was sweet, fun-loving, and romantic. From your tone and demeanorâeven though he could barely hear itâSunghoon could already sense you were more direct, even strict.
Now, facing you in person, his impression was slightly different. You looked like⊠a scientistâa scientist who was carefully studying some microorganism under a microscope. And he was that microorganism.
To his surprise, you were far more stunning in person than in the photo his twin had shown himâwho had even called him earlier to wish him luck. And every part of him that could heat up practically did when he saw you up close.
You werenât dressed in anything revealing. A simple white satin dress and sandals with a slight heel, not overly curvy or busty, but you radiated an undeniable sex appeal. Sunghoon didnât know if you had this effect on every man, but on him? If he couldâif he really couldâheâd grab you, steal a kiss, and whisk you away somewhere private. But, of course, that wasnât an option. He wasnât raised that way, after all. Plus, he wanted to get to know you⊠and stare a little longer. Your face was stunning, such a pleasure to look at.
"You look⊠okay." It took a moment for Sunghoon to register what youâd said.
"Hmm? Excuse me?" he replied, a bit confused.
You shrugged. "I said you donât look bad.â you rephrased your statement from earlier, yet, it still sounded unpleasant to his ears.
Wow, who does this woman thinks she is? and what kind of men does she interact with? Models or celebrities, perhaps?
Sunghoon had never met anyoneâwhether a girl, boy, or someone from the LGBTQ+ communityâwho called him ugly. Never. The worst comments heâd received were about his skin being too fair, or that his teeth were too white, or that his nose was too perfect, but no one had ever said, or even hinted, that he looked bad.
He couldn't take his eyes off your face. "What do you mean? Am I ugly?"
You laughed. "If youâre ugly, then what do you call an average person?"
Sunghoon exhaled and smiled. Okay, maybe he just panicked and exaggerated a little bit. It seemed that you werenât being harsh after all. He was just about to open his mouth to thank you when you continued speaking.
"Iâm just curious on why youâre doing this. You donât seem disillusioned. With your looks, you donât look like someone who would reject someone heartlessly." His smile widened. "Thank you. You donât look bad yourself."
It seemed like you didnât even hear what he said and continued your statement. âUnless you have a really terrible personality," you added, which made him frown again. "Or maybe you have smelly feetâ"
"Hey, hey, hey, hold it." Sunghoon raised a hand to stop you. "My personality isnât bad, and my feet definitely donât smell. Iâm doing this 25-day dating thing because itâs effective."
"Says who?" You raised an eyebrow at him.
"Says my three-year record, my unbroken heart, and my happy, stress-free life," he replied confidently. "And a lot of my friends agree with me."
One corner of your mouth lifted in a smirk, and he hated how cute he found that. "Really? Is that so?" Hoon grew serious and crossed his arms. You were confusing him, honestly. He couldnât tell if you were interested or not. While you became more attractive in his eyes, he was also starting get annoyed by your comments.
"So, what do you want to say?" He shrugged. "Why are we here now?"
"Because I'm curious."
He had a feeling that wouldnât be the first time that word would come up between you.
"Okay. So youâre willing to do this with me just because youâre curious?" You nodded. "Youâll be wasting twenty-five days of your life just to satisfy that curiosity."
You took a sip of iced coffee from the plastic cup you were holding. "Thatâs fine. Iâm naturally curious. Iâve made most of my big decisions out of curiosity." He didnât quite believe you, but he decided not to say anything.
He took a deep breath and explained like he was some kind of a tour guide, "So we'll date for twenty-five days, and then weâll go our separate ways. No hard feelings, no regrets."
"I know that," you nodded, as if you were one of his clients negotiating about projects. Very professional of you.
He sighed, clearly frustrated. "This is so weird."
"Why?" you laughed lightly. "Your dates know the rules too, right? Youâve surely briefed them about it."
"Yes," Sunghoon agreed, "but never like this. They didnât come in with another motive. They just wanted to get to know me genuinely."
"I actually want to get to know you too," you replied. "What do you mean?"
"It just feels so⊠unromantic. Impersonal, you know? Like weâre making a business deal."
You laughed again, and damn, why did he find that so cute? He really shouldnât be feeling that way anymore. "Because this is sort of a business deal, right?"
"Thatâs not completely true!" he insisted. "If thatâs how you think, this isnât going to end well."
"I'm willing to cooperate," you said seriously.
He scratched his neck. "It doesnât feel like weâre on a date. It feels like youâre conducting a social experiment, and Iâm your subject."
"In a way, thatâs correct. I want to get to know you and understand why youâre doing this."
He was getting really annoyed at this point. "Why does that sound like you think I'm some second-rate person just because I chose to handle my love life this way?"
"I'm not judging you, Sunghoon," you replied calmly, which helped keep his irritation in check.
"Youâre definitely an interesting person, and I know itâs not just because of this 25-day dating method. But I guess you canât blame me if I focus on that aspect, right?" You clenched your jaw, trying to avoid saying anything too harsh. "But please donât take it personally. My curiosity led me to that writing workshop where I met your sister, to continue my studies, and to create that long list of job experiences. So?"
How could he explain this? The theory was meant to be objective to avoid heartache, but the people involved shouldnât be too detached either. How could you both enjoy your time together if, in the back of his mind, he felt like you were analyzing him? And if you were constantly looking for flaws in his theory, how could he genuinely like you?
"Like I said, Iâve made plenty of decisions just out of curiosity, so this isnât really different from those."
Oh, really?
He almost voiced his thoughts. Why did it seem like you had ulterior motives? Was it that you were out to disprove his theory? Irritation flared up inside him. Well, you were in for a surprise; he was determined to make you like him so much that youâd forget this whole dating experiment was merely about curiosity.
"Okay, deal," Sunghoon replied.
Your smile was captivating, and for about two point three seconds, he found it hard to breathe. Yet, he was also annoyed because your smile felt like a challenge. You were quickly turning into a mystery for him.
Ah, now he was becoming curious about you too.
How could he feel both frustrated and attracted to one person?
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"So what do you think?"
Your friend Sohyun asked from the other end of the phone. You had just come home from your meet-up with her brother and had barely stepped into your room.
"I think weâre perfect for each other,"
You replied, deliberately being dramatic.
You could hear Sohyun gasp from the other line, which made you laugh.
"You sound surprised,"
You remarked.
"Now that I think about it, you and Hoon do seem perfect for each other. Heâs a guy whose commitment lasts only twenty-five days, and youâre a girl who gets attached only until her curiosity is satisfied. You both seem to have perfected the art of moving on. It works."
"I know, right?"
you replied as you settled down on your bed.
"I think this will turn out well since weâre both objective and not into drama. Thereâs a chance we could be friends afterward. Though, he seemed a bit taken aback by me earlier. I guess heâs never met a girl who's not romantic or sentimental."
"Our kind is becoming extinct."
You both shared a delightful laugh before Sohyun probed again.
âSo what do you think of him? Do you think heâs cute?â
Cute? The word horrified you. What does "cute" even mean? My gosh, he wasâ
âOkay. He was okay.â you replied, an understatement of the century.
What do you even mean by "okayâ ? You didnât even know how to pretend that you werenât affected by the manâs presence earlier! Your act was top-notch.
From the tips of his neatly gelled hair to his ridiculously handsome face, his tall and poised frame, the way he carried his simple white button-up long sleeve, black trousers, and Prada loafers, his deep, resonant voice, his piercing gaze, the way his hot canines would show when he smile, and the scent that lingered...
God, did you really need to keep going with those thoughts?
And It didn't help that whenever he looks at you, it felt like he was taking in every feature of your face. You wanted to feel self-conscious and blush fiercely, but thankfully, you weren't really the type to blush. Your earlier image of being a 'confident and detached woman' was almost fading... along with your other pantiesâŠ.
Wait, what!? NO! Y/n, you are an intelligent woman and donât give in to physical urges that easily!
"You didn't find him attractive?"
Sohyun asked, sounding skeptical from the other end of the line. It seemed she didnât believe your description of her twin brother, and she was right to doubt it because it wasn't entirely accurate.
"Of course I did,"
You confessed.
âCome on, do you think I'm blind? I maybe in serious need of prescription glasses, but I can still recognize genuine good looks.â
Your friend laughed.
"That's great!â
You briefly pulled the phone away from your ear, surprised by the tone of Sohyun's voice. Was this really your friend on the other line? It sounded like she wanted to play matchmaker, and you, of all people, for her brother? That seemed like a bad idea.
"So when's your next date?"
She asked as you pressed your phone back to your ear.
"Tomorrow. Weâre just going to the park so we can talk better. Wednesday works for both of us since weâre free all day."
"Well, good luck to you both. I really hope everything ends well. I hope in the end, you both become wiser, happier, and better people. Because if either of you gets heartbroken, Iâll feel like itâs my fault."
You laughed.
"Come on! I volunteered for this situation. Plus, you know Iâm not the type to get heartbroken. You even said Iâve perfected the art of moving on. And itâs not like Iâm going to fall in love with your brother while doing this. He knows Iâm just curious about it, so itâs not really datingâitâs more of a social experiment."
Your friend's response was a heavy sigh.
âI hope so."
Which made you a bit nervous.
"Anyway, what are your plans for the last week of the month?"
She changed the subject.
"We're planning to go to Jeju. Do you want to come?"
You frowned, wishing you could join them. You missed going to the beach, but it seemed like you wouldnât be able to go until your semester break.
Day 02
âWhat's your favoriteâŠâ Sunghoon paused, rummaging through his mind for a word to complete the question, ââŠmovie?â
You two were at a public park, just a short car ride from where you live. You both spent the past hour walking, sitting, snacking on random food, and asking each other questions. And honestly, it was boring him to death.
You wore a light blue short dress with white shoes, looking cute as ever. Sunghoon had been holding himself back from leaning closer to give you a kiss very oftenly. His hands were practically glued to his pockets, trying to resist the urge to reach out and feel the softness of your smooth skin.
Maybe he was getting bored because he had something else on his mindâsomething that wasn't exactly appropriate for a first date, especially not in a public place like âthe parkâ.
Your lips puckered a bit as you thought, andâgoddammit!âhe was once again feeling that strong urge to taste them.
âStop! Donât answer that!â Sunghoon blurted out suddenly, startling you.
He sighed. âIâm going to die of boredom if we keep doing this like this.â
âLike this what?â you asked, a slight crease forming between your brows that he couldnât help but find adorable. He wanted to smooth it out with his fingertip. Maybe in the days to come, heâd get the chanceâand the rightâto do just that.
âLike thisâŠâ He gestured between the two of you. âItâs boring. It feels like weâre filling out a slum book, only verbally.â
You watched him closely, listening intently.
âWe need to do this⊠more naturally.â
You shrugged. âWell, youâre the expert here. Whatever you come up with, Iâll cooperate.â
Maybe we should just make out?
His inner voice teased. But of course, he didnât act on it. He was a gentlemanâat least, outwardly.
âLetâs go.â Sunghoon reached for your arm, guiding you toward his car. He drove the both of you for a few minutes to a nearby mall.
âWeâre going shopping?â You looked slightly disappointed.
"No, weâre just gonna try something different," Sunghoon said.
Moments later, you both stood at the movie theater ticket counter, scanning the list of films. "Instead of just asking each other what our favorite movies are, I thought this would be more fun. Weâll watch as many movies as we can today, then discuss them over dinner. Sounds good?â he suggested.
There was a sparkle in your eyes as you smiled at him. âDoesn't exactly match the formula for a second date you mentioned in that magazine article I read.â
He grinned. âWell, thatâs true. But letâs give it a shot. Who knows? It might actually be better.â
A slow smile crossed your face, making Sunghoon feel something fluttering once again.
"Consider yourself lucky you asked someone who loves watching movies.â
He laughed. âSorry, this is pretty unplanned.â
âItâs fine. Itâs more thrilling this way. Trust me, I know.â You flashed him another charming smile. âSo, which one do we start with? Iâve seen that one,â you pointed to a poster, âbut I wouldnât mind watching it again. The lead actorâs pretty hot.â
Sunghoon chuckled, aside from other things, thatâs the thing that heâs starting to like about you: your spontaneity. You both decided to buy tickets for the whole dayâthree movies, with only a few minutes in between each and all close by. You stocked up on snacks before heading to the first showing, ready for a full day at the movies.
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"You could definitely work as a movie reviewer if you ever get tired of your job.â you commented that evening as the two of you sat down for dinner at a cozy Korean spot. You had spicy tteokbokki, while he opted for kimchi jjigae, and you shared a plate of Korean fried chicken on the side. You had just wrapped up discussing your thoughts on the films you watched, and though not every movie had been great, you couldnât help but be impressed by his sharp insights.
"Oh, thank you,â Sunghoon replied, pausing to take another bite of his stew. "I just really like watching movies, so I guess that's why my reviews sound so... extensive." He even used air quotes on the word reviews.
You watched him, thinking. "You know, Iâve never had a date quite like this. Do you usually go all out like this with other people youâve dated?â
You asked as he flashed you a smile that shows his beautiful canines. "Not really. Actually, this is the first time Iâve tried anything like this. Normally, itâs just one movie on a date, and never before the fifth date. I mean, bringing someone to a dark theater too soon could give them the wrong idea."
You couldnât help but feel pleased. The man had been on his best behavior in the theater. There were a few moments when your hands brushed in the popcorn tub, and heâd flash you a little grin, like heâd won some small victory. But that was the extent of it.
"Oh, really?" You gave him a skeptical look, clearly showing you didnât completely believe him.
He chuckled. "Come on, Y/n, give me a break. Iâm not just sweet-talking you. Sohyun told you already⊠and youâve read about it too. My 25-day dating theory has a strict plan. This was just a small exception."
You raised an eyebrow.
"Alright, maybe I didnât break any rules exactly. Letâs just say I loosened up a bit today."
"Is that so?" you said with a playful tone. "Guess Iâm pretty lucky. I almost thought youâd planned all of thisâto have us discuss movies so you could impress me with your reviewing skills." He laughed, eyes narrowing with amusement as his dimples deepened. He looked so handsome when he laughed that you found yourself tornâshould you pinch his cheek or just kiss him?
"I swear, I didn't plan it," he said, still grinning. "So, I guess I managed to impress you?â
You smiled back genuinely. âGood enough."
He let out a soft chuckle, shorter than before, but still cute.
âBut really, why are you doing this?â you asked as you turned serious.
"You mean the movie reviews?"
You shook your head. "No, Iâm talking about your whole... cause. Being a serial dater. Whatâs the reason behind it?"
"Youâre starting sound like a journalist with all these questions." A smile crept back onto his face.
You shrugged. "Iâm just curious."
"You really love that word, donât you?" he said with a smirk.
You shrugged again. "Don't bother keeping track of how many times I say it; youâll lose count."
After a brief moment, Hoon focused on twirling his pasta around his fork before looking back at you. "I want to live a life free of heartache. If only everyone could be like me. Thatâs what I truly want."
"Well, Iâve managed to avoid heartache for years, Sunghoon, even before I learned about your method."
His eyes widened in disbelief. "Seriously? Are you saying youâve never had a boyfriend? Because Iâd genuinely think somethingâs off with every guy youâve encountered."
You took a moment to process before laughing, finally understanding his point.
"Youâre such a flirt; do you realize that?"
You noticed him trying to suppress a grin. "Iâm serious." Your smile dimmed a bit.
His compliment flattered you, even if you recognized it as mere flattery. "Iâve had boyfriends before. Twice."
"And youâve never been heartbroken?" He sounded astonished.
You shrugged with a touch of pride. "As your sister have said, Iâm an expert at moving on."
"Is that for real? How do you manage that?"
"I just donât care too much. I donât give a lot of f*cks," you replied quickly. "I think thatâs the real secret to relationships. Donât assume, donât expect too much, and just let things flow in the way that they should." Sunghoon laughed. "I think youâre just saying that to make me doubt my theory."
"I mean, itâs not a secret that I donât really believe it, right? Letâs just say Iâm conducting some research, which is why weâre spending time together. Something like that."
"You know what I think?" He set down his chicken and looked at you intently. "Weâll just go in circles for twenty-five days. Iâll do something to prove my theory, and youâll do something to disprove it. Thatâs all. Nothing will come of it; weâll just be wasting our time."
You adopted a serious tone. "What do you mean?"
Is he really going to wrap this up now? Itâs just their first official date!
"I have a suggestion. Can we set aside our biases about how long this date will last? We both know it will end after twenty-five days, so why not enjoy ourselves?"
"If you donât insist on your theory, I might not argue with you," you teased.
He smiled back. "I genuinely find you interesting, Y/n. I want to get to know the real you, not just this detached and defensive persona you show." Your heart skipped a beat at his words. "Can we go on a date without any hidden motives in the back of our minds?"
You paused to consider. "So, like a genuine date, then?"
Sunghoon nodded. "You mentioned you're curious. Letâs make it real. No hidden agendas, just authentic companionship while we learn about each other. How does that sound?"
You felt a twinge of nervousness, but agreed nonetheless.
Day 05
âWhoa! Your family has a funeral home?"
You couldnât help but chuckle at Sunghoonâs surprised expression when he picked you up from work.
This was your third date. Over the past few days, your schedule had been packed, and Sunghoon seemed busy with his projects too, so you had settled for chatting, texting, and calling. This was the first time you were going out again.
âDidnât Daehi mention it to you?â you asked in return.
âWe only went on one date; we didnât get that far in our conversation that night. All I know is that heâs still a student and that his parents are businesspeople. The second date ended in disaster because I told him we should break up.â You shrugged as you settled into the passenger seat of his car. Daehi wasnât too proud of the type of business you had, so he generally didnât share much about it with acquaintances and friends.
She wasnât used to peopleâs reactions when they found out about the family business. Usually, people were either frightened or overly intrigued, leading to too many questions.
Your sister has never set foot in the morgue because she was afraid. When you were in high school, your dad took you there to explain the embalming process. He believed it was important for the both of you to understand everything about the business since you would eventually inherit it. However, your sister got traumatized when the corpse's eyes suddenly opened while your dad was cutting into its neck. No scientific explanation from your dad could convince her to pursue Mortuary Science after that.
âSo, where are we headed now?â you asked, changing the subject. Sunghoon hadnât said anything when he called you last night, just that you should dress casually and avoid skirts or white clothing if possible.
He smiled playfully while keeping his eyes on the road. âDo you like drive-in movie theaters?â
Your eyes widened as you realized what he meant. âOMG, donât tell me?â
He was referring to the popular drive-in movie spot near your town.
Sunghoon laughed, probably because of the excitement in your expression. âYep. Unfortunately, the VIP tickets that include a free dinner are all sold out. Weâll just have cheeseburgers, fries, and popcorn.â
You felt like jumping for joy. âOh, thatâs totally fine! Iâve been wanting to go there for so long, but I could never find someone interested.â You smiled at him. âThank you, Sunghoon.â
He briefly glanced at you and returned your smile, making your heart race again. âYouâre welcome, Y/n.â
You fell silent for a moment during the drive, but soon, your curious companion asked again, "So... are you involved in your familyâs business?"
You nodded. "Uh-huh. I often help out when weâre understaffed," you replied without elaborating.
"Meaning, you also do embalming?"
You burst out laughing at Sunghoonâs expression. "Of course! Youâre talking to a licensed embalmer here."
"Really?" He still seemed in disbelief.
"You have a problem with that?"
He shrugged his broad shoulders. "Aren't you a bit too pretty to be an embalmer?"
You were grateful that you didnât blush easily. If you did, you would be bright red from the handsome compliment. "You're exaggerating. So, you think only unattractive people should be embalmers?" you said with mock horror.
He shook his head. "You know that's not what I mean. I just think youâd be better suited to be a model or an actress."
You paused for a moment before breaking into a wide smile. "Seriously? Is that how you talk to all the girls you date? Did that work for them?"
"Seriously," he replied, pretending to frown at you. "Anyway, I'm still curious. Do you like your job? Aren't you uncomfortable working with dead bodies?"
You examined Sunghoonâs arms for goosebumps, but there were none. You explained, "I have no choice but to like it. Come on, it has been my family's cause of living. My parents built it from the ground up long before I was born. All these years, those bead bodies have been what supported our family." You paused for a moment. "Wait, that sounds wrong. Did I just say that dead bodies support our family?" You both laughed. If taken literally, it sounded like they were zombiesâbrought back to life by the dead.
"Sorry if my reaction offended you," Sunghoon said after your laughter faded.
You waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, itâs nothing! Iâm used to that. Your reaction is totally normal, I tell you. It is pretty morbid, though." You decided to change the subject. "So, do you enjoy being a freelance digital artist?"
"Yes." He answered simply.
âIs that it?" you probed, wanting to hear more of his thoughts.
Sunghoon chuckled, a glint of enthusiasm lighting up his eyes. "Well, it's challenging. I see every project as a challenge, and I rarely get bored.â
"Sohyun told me you also design book covers. Do you get to read all the books you work on?" As a bookworm yourself, that thought thrilled you.
"Sometimes," he said with a shrug. "More often than not, clients provide just a synopsis. If they want a mysterious vibe, theyâll only mention the themes. Some clients have a specific idea of what they want for the cover, which simplifies things. But I really enjoy having more control over the whole process; it adds a certain thrill."
"I assume you take your own photos?"
"Sometimes. But that usually raises the cost. Most of the time, I either purchase stock photos or draw them myself."
You took a moment to reflect, appreciating how the conversation flowed since it felt comfortable and engaging. "But what if the cover doesn't match the book? Like, if the cover looks flawless but the content is awful? Does that bother you?"
He shook his head, concentrating on steering the car as he made a right turn.
"But isnât that misleading? Doesnât it seem like false advertising?"
"Not my concern," he said casually. "My job is to design a cover that boosts sales. Thatâs it. It doesnât matter if the book is bad; the cover just needs to look appealing enough to attract buyers."
"Oh no, I donât agree with that," you replied after a pause.
"What donât you agree with?" Sunghoon asked, genuinely intrigued.
"The false advertising part. Iâll always choose honesty, even if itâs brutally honest, over any kind of deception."
âOuch!â Sunghoon clutched his chest as if he were in pain. âThat hurts! Did you just call me a liar?â
You couldnât help but laugh at his exaggerated reaction. âCome on, I didnât say you specifically. And donât take it personally; I can be a bit opinionated sometimes. Thatâs just my perspective; it doesnât mean Iâm right. I know that sometimes we canât avoid lying to others. The truth can hurt, and if we want to spare someoneâs feelings, we have no choice but to hide certain truths.â You took a deep breath, feeling slightly drained from the amount you just expressed. âAnyway, what movie are we going to watch now?â
Sunghoon's expression brightened as he began to explain where you would be headed next.
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âWell, isnât this such a romantic scene,â you teased, laughing lightly.
You had just wrapped up the first movie of the double feature, and now it was intermission before the next one. A local band was serenading the audience with a popular love song while you both lay on a plush mattress in the back of his F150, gazing up at the stars. Hoon turned his head to catch a glimpse of you, who was lost in the beauty of the night sky, filled with twinkling stars. A playful grin crept onto his face as an idea struck him.
âItâd be more romantic if you scooted a little closer and rested your arm on mine,â he suggested. âThen I could lean in toward youââ
You burst into laughter. âIn your dreams, Park.â
His smile grew wider at your reaction. Hearing you laugh filled his heart with warmth, and he silently vowed to always give you reasons to smile. âYou really come off as someone whoâs anti romantic when you laugh like that at those certain things, you know?â he teased, inching closer until your shoulders brushed against each other, savoring the sweet scent of your hair.
âDaehi also told me that I donât have a romantic bone in my body. What does that even mean?â
"Aww. Your suitors must have it tough since youâre not easily swayed by romantic gestures."
You shrugged. "I don't know why either."
"So, you're probably not sentimental either?" he asked, curious.
"Well, I get sentimental about family, movies, things like thatâthose kinds of stories make me tear up."
"Really?" Sunghoon propped his elbow on the grass, resting his head on his palm so he could look at you instead of the sky. Somehow, the star beside him seemed to shine brighter than the ones above. "No wonder you didnât cry during Eye for an Eye,â he pointed out, referring to a movie youâd watched on your second date.
You shifted to mimic his position, a sparkle of amusement in your eyes. "You were the one who cried!" you teased. "Did you think I didnât notice you sniffing?"
That made Sunghoon smile in embarrassment, and he couldnât resist playfully pinching your cheek. You swatted his hand, but he simply held it gently and planted a quick kiss on the back of it. You seemed a bit too stunned to react, and his smile faded for a moment.
"I don't remember enjoying conversations this much with any of my ex-dates. They were never this fun or this easy to talk to," he admitted seriously.
You felt a little flustered and looked away, but managed to crack joke, "Oh, so you're using seduction as a technique now, huh?"
Sunghoon reached out and gently held your chin, bringing your gaze back to meet his. "Itâs called honesty, Y/n. You said you appreciate honesty, thatâs why Iâm telling you.â
Your mouth opened as you thought of something to say, but before you could respond, the host's voice came through the speakers, announcing that the next movie was about to start.
"Come on, letâs get up," you said.
"Wait a sec," Sunghoon replied, pulling out his phone and holding it up above you. "Let's take a pic first."
You pretended to strangle him for the photo.
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You couldnât quite explain the feeling as you lay in bed that night. A smile lingered on your lips, and there was a lightness in your chest that wouldnât fade.
You closed your eyes, trying to drift off, but then Sunghoonâs face would pop back into your mind from when you both had been together earlier.
Out of everyone youâd dated, he was easily the most handsome; no question about it. But you werenât the type to fall for just a pretty face. Sure, Sunghoon was easy on the eyes, his whole presence was. But that wasnât the only reason you felt drawn to him. You both shared a laid-back approach to life and relationshipsâno unnecessary drama, no over-the-top seriousness.
You liked his voiceâdeep and soothing to the ears. If you werenât mistaken, âmellifluousâ was the right word for it. You had a feeling itâd sound amazing if he ever decided to sing. You also liked how he spoke his mind, how his eyes always glinted playfully, and how his mouth would curve into a restrained smile. It just made it harder to breathe whenever he did both while looking at you with those beautiful eyes.
A soft giggle escaped you as you recalled how it felt like fireworks had gone off inside you when Sunghoon kissed the back of your hand and told you he enjoyed your conversation.
You shook your head. No, you were just amusedânot smitten. Who were you kidding? You knew this wasnât anything long-termâscratch that, association was probably the better term. So why let yourself get swept away?
Your train of thought was interrupted when your phone chimed, signaling a text. You picked it up and couldnât help but smile when you saw Sunghoonâs name.
Park Sunghoon: Just got home. Quick drive, no traffic.
Park Sunghoon: You asleep?
You briefly debated ignoring it and pretending to be asleep, but your fingers had already started typing.
You: đŽ
He replied instantly.
Park Sunghoon: Oh, you look pretty when youâre asleep, Y/n.
You were about to respond with Only when Iâm asleep? when your phone rang, startling you so much you almost threw it. The ringing wouldnât stop, though, so you answered it.
âHi, gorgeous."
A pandemonium erupted in your chest.
Just like the first time youâd heard Hoonâs voice over the phone, you thought heâd have made a great telephone operator⊠or maybe an audiobook narrator⊠or someone youâd call when you wanted a little phone fun.
Huh?
âY/n?â
He called out again, snapping you back to reality.
âI told you I was asleep, didnât I? So whyâd you call?â
You asked, pretending to be annoyed. He only laughed in response. And oh, that laughâso rich, so masculine, and so dangerously seductive.
You bit your bottom lip to hold back a giggle.
âAre you free tomorrow? Itâs the last day of the Hot Air Balloon Fest, and I was hoping to take you,â
He said out of nowhere, making your heart pound.
Seriously, no segue? Did he have no mercy on your poor heart?
You were about to say yes when you remembered the date.
âOh, sorry. Midterms are on Monday. I need to review tomorrow.â
âHow about we go in the morning so you can study in the evening?â
You sighed.
âI wish I could say Iâd be able to study three subjects with just a few hours.â
âIs that so?â
You could sense the disappointment in Sunghoonâs voice, and you felt like kicking yourself. Why hadnât you reviewed yesterday or earlier today to lighten your load for tomorrow? Honestly, why did you sign up for a new course when you already had a degree in Business Management and an embalming license? Why did you fill up your calendar so much that it made it hard for Sunghoon to take you out on a proper date?
âYouâre way too busy, a student and an embalmer, huh?â
He laughed, which made you smile.
âYeah, Iâm also a patisserie chef, a licensed aromatherapist, an ex-surfer, a former high school teacher, a photographer, an average mountaineer, and a sculptorââ
âWhoa!â
Sunghoon exclaimed.
âYouâve studied all of that?â
âYeah.â
âBut why? I mean, aside from just being interested.â
He asked, clearly curious.
"That's just how I am. I enjoy learning new things, visiting new places, and experiencing different things,"
You explained, chuckling at his response.
âDo you like to travel as well?"
"Uh-huh. If I didnât have to help out at the funeral home, I wouldâve traveled more and tried out different things."
"With all the things you want to do, I guess starting a family isnât in your plans yet?"
"I'm only twenty-five, come on."
"But what I mean is, is it part of your plan? Or are you also like Sohyun? Just trying you ignoring that aspect of life?â
"Well, finding the right person is tough. You can't really plan on falling in love with someone and wanting to marry them. Love doesnât come with a timetable,"
You said with a laugh.
âThat was cheesy, Iâm sorry.â
He chuckled softly.
âBut itâs true.â
You shrugged even though he couldn't see you.
"And besides, we're dating, right? Who knows, maybe I'll end up liking this 25-day dating method of yours and follow your lead. At least it doesnât come with too much commitment."
There was a moment of silence on his end.
Then he shifted the conversation.
"Anyway, do you want me to help you review?"
Uhm, hello? And how are you supposed to study when there's a tempting distraction right in front of you?
You let out a soft laugh.
"Thanks, but how about we just go out on Monday night instead?"
"But there won't be a Hot Air Balloon Fest then; tomorrow is the last day."
You felt a pang of disappointmentânot just because you also wanted to experience the hot air balloon ride, but because Sunghoon seemed genuinely sad about your refusal.
"I'm sure there are plenty of other places we can check out."
Sunghoon exhaled thoughtfully for a moment before laughing.
âOh, I had just the perfect idea. Alright, Iâll see you on Monday."
"Okay,"
You responded, trying to sound shy. But goodness! Why were you getting excited already? You had just parted ways!
âItâs a date.â
You hummed and nodded in agreement.
âSo, Y/n,â
Sunghoonâs voice lowered an octave, sending a thrill through you.
âWhat are you wearing?â
You felt your cheeks flush. Oh god, his incredibly sexy voice sent shivers down your spine, leaving you breathless. Your face felt warm all over.
âPark Sunghoon!â
You scolded, realizing what he was doing. He laughed heartily, clearly enjoying the tease.
Day 07
"You look happy. Iâm guessing youâre going on a date again, right?" your classmate Yunjin nudged you, clearly teasing.
As you all headed out of the college building, carrying your bags after finishing three tough exams, you smiled at her. Since you were pursuing a second degree, she was younger than you, which reminded you of Daehi.
âIâm just glad the exams are finally over. Now I only have my thesis and finals left to tackle.â
âAlready? Youâre such a downer. Why donât you come with me and Kaz to karaoke tonight,â she suggested.
You remembered your conversation with Sunghoon on Saturday night before you fell asleep. He had mentioned he had a surprise for you later.
"Ah, I have a prior commitment, sorry."
Yunjin clicked her tongue, though she was smiling. "I knew it, you have a date with Dracula's son."
Something inside you reacted to what you heard. Thatâs what your friend calls Sunghoonâlike a vampire. Because of how the guy looks (in a good and hot way), and you couldn't disagree more with that.
Since early Sunday morning, he had checked up on you a few times and checked how your review was going. You only responded to him twice to avoid showing how much you missed him more than you should have.
You shrugged while concentrating on the path to the train station. âJust a pretend date. You know I'm just trying it out. And he wants to convince me to do the same 25-day thing heâs doing."
"Well, for someone who's pretending to date, you two are pretty convincing. It doesnât seem like itâs just pretend, with the sparkle in your eyes when you mention him. It looks like you're genuinely attracted to him. And who could blame you, right?" She teased. "Oh my God, just his eyebrows alone make me swoon." Your friend was practically gushing.
You laughed. "Really? His eyebrows?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying! His eyebrows alone are enough to make anyone swoon. Just imagine if we talk about his eyes, his nose, his lips, his jawline... Oh my gosh! And his body!" She practically squealed again.
You smacked your friend lightly. "Hey, stop that! You look like you're having a seizure.â
She paused and you saw her gaze fixated on something in the distance, a wide smile spreading across her face. You followed her line of sight, and there he was. Butterflies and worms were stirring in your stomach. Oh wow, Park Sunghoon really does look like a walking wet dream.
He was standing by his car, wearing a simple blue-and-white striped button-up, beige trousers, and his favorite loafers, looking like he had just gotten a fresh haircut. But what truly made him look even better was that broad smile and bright expression when he saw you.
You both had planned to meet for dinner later.What was he doing here on campus?
"My God, Y/n, if you wonât take him for real, I swear Iâm going to steal that panty-cream of yours and keep him for myself,â you heard Yunjin say with a mock squeal, giving you a playful shove.
"Get over there before someone else beats you to it! Iâm leaving so you two can have some privacy and so I wonât be tempted to kiss someone else's date. Bye!"
You shook your head and laughed at your friend, who had stayed back in her spot, just watching you and Sunghoon.
Your heart raced as he walked towards you. "How did your exams go?" he greeted, his sweet smile still on his lips.
You shrugged. "It was okay, though I almost bled out from the level difficulty," you joked. "Why are you here so early? Donât you have work today?"
He raised a hand and brushed away some stray strands of hair from your forehead and temple. "I finished everything last night so I could see you earlier. I missed you."
You pretended to roll your eyes, but a wide smile broke through. The jerk was flirting with you again, and you let him don it anyway.
"You donât have any classes, right? Do you have somewhere else to go?" Sunghoon asked, sizing you up.
You shook your head. You were just planning to have a beauty rest at home while waiting for your dinner date. But now that the object of your beautification was right in front of youâŠ
"Then, letâs go!" Sunghoon took your hand and pulled you toward his car.
"Where are we going? Itâs still too early for dinner."
It wasnât even two in the afternoon yet.
"Itâs a surprise," he said with a grin as he opened the door for you. For a brief moment, you felt the urge to kiss his lips just to see if that smile was as sweet as it looked.
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He had been restraining himself, curious about whether your sweet smile really tasted as delightful as it appeared. Although you were dating, it didnât feel entirely like one, leaving him uncertain about whether he had the right to kiss you whenever he wanted. In the back of Sunghoonâs mind was the reason you were together at that moment: your insatiable curiosity.
Regardless, he was enjoying your company.
He watched you as you soared through the air, gripping tightly while paragliding with the guide. Your gaze was fixed on the scenery, especially the setting sun illuminating one side of the mountains.
It would have been more enjoyable and more romantic for him if he were the one gliding with you, but he wasnât an expert at it yet, so it wasnât possible. Nevertheless, he enjoyed himself even while gliding separately. The sound of your laughter and squeals filled the air, bringing a light and sweet emotion to his heart.
He saw you ran over to him as soon as you got out of the harness and greeted him with a tight hug. "That was so much fun! The sunset is beautiful. Thank you, Sunghoon." He returned the hug and lifted you slightly off the ground, making you squeal in surprise.
All traces of regret over not gliding together earlier faded away. He set you down and stepped back a little to see your face. Sweat glistened on your skin, but you looked radiant with beauty and youth.
He couldnât hold back any longer and leaned down to give you a quick yet firm kiss on the lips.
âWeâll do it again, I promise. Next time, Iâll make sure Iâm good at this so I can glide with you,â Sunghoon said directly, trying to mask the impact that kiss had on him. God, his knees felt weak, and it had nothing to do with the activity they just did.
He gently caressed your cheek. "Come on, itâs getting dark."
That was when you seemed to snap back to reality, pulling away from him in surprise. He felt a rush of happiness knowing he wasnât the only one affected by that innocent kiss. He took your hand, squeezing it gently, and pulled you closer to your group.
A few hours later, feeling satisfied with what you both had eaten, you were on your way home, chatting cheerfully about various topics.
"Do you have class tomorrow?" Sunghoon suddenly asked as he noticed that you both were getting close to your house. He wanted to gaze at you, but that wasnât safe since he was driving.
"No, but I have work," you replied, referring to the funeral home. "Why, are we going on another date?"
"Just a dinner, maybe. Is that okay?" He shot you a cute look, trying to deceive you into agreeing with him. What annoyed him was that you didnât know how to blush; he couldnât tell if his moves were working on you.
You gave him a playful glare. "Is this how you are with your past dates? Do you really go out every night? That must cost a lot."
No was the right answer to your question. Sunghoon only took his dates out once a week because they both had jobs. But he wasnât ready to admit that this was different from his past dates. He even recalled how you laughed when he told you that you were the most enjoyable person to talk to among all his dates. He shrugged and feigned confidence, saying, "You know that I could easily get a sugar mommy, right?â
"Oh my god!" You playfully hit his shoulder while laughing. "If we go out every week, I might get tired of seeing your face, Park."
He pretended to wince, âOuch?â
You laughed even louder. "Iâm just kidding!â
You pinched his cheek. "Stop acting cute. Alright, come over to my place so we can save some money. I can teach you how to embalm."
The young man smiled. You were wrong when you thought that the he would refuse your offer. He was already starting to come up with a strategy; he would keep his focus on you the entire time you were at the morgue. That way, if anyone else was there or if the corpse did something unexpected, he wouldnât notice.
âYou can also join us for dinner.â you added. "Iâll cook you some japchae, kimchi fried rice, and kimbap."
He couldnât help but grimace, but that quickly faded into laughter, making his reaction even more apparent. A warm feeling spread through his chest as he listened to your voice and observed your expression.
To Sunghoonâs dismay, you both had already reached your house, and it was time to say goodbye.
"But you really should get home before eight tomorrow because I have another exam the day after," you reminded him.
He quickly brainstormed. "I could help you study for that."
"Yeah, but you might end up distracting me from my review even more."
He shrugged. "Alright, I promise I won't smile or smolder too much so you can focus."
You laughed at what he said. "That's not what I meant, Park.â
"I'll behave, I swear. Come on."
You looked at him, weighing your options. You weren't sure what other reasons you could use to discourage him. Sunghoon raised a hand and tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear. "If you haven't noticed, Iâm going to spell it out for you: I'm just making up reasons to spend more time with you, Y/n. I just want to be with you more, so please donât make it hard for me."
You froze, your eyes wide as you focused on him. After a moment, you playfully punched him on the shoulder.
"Such a flirt," you chuckled.
He secretly frowned. This seemed to be the issue with your situation; you took everything he did as a joke or just an act. "Well, you said you appreciate honesty," he shrugged.
You observed him for a few moments, trying to gauge on whether he were serious. Then, you flashed a sweet smile. "I think it's time for you to meet my parents. Come on in."
He was surprised as he watched you step out of the car and walk in front of his window, knocking on it.
"You coming or not?" you asked when he finally opened his door.
âComing!â he shortly replied, quickly hurrying to follow you into the house. All the while, it felt like there was a hyper drummer keeping time in his heart.
Day 11
Sunghoon found himself distracted as he worked on designing a website for a Christian foundation. His gaze kept shifting to his phone, waiting for a reply from you. He missed you, and if he could, heâd fast-forward through the days just to see you again.
His mind wandered back to the day after your paragliding adventureâŠ
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A big smile had spread across Sunghoonâs face the moment he woke up that morning. Heâd started his work early to get as much done as possible before heading to your place later.
He enjoyed spending time with your parents. And, without sounding too confident, he could tell they liked him as well. Meanwhile, it seemed that Daehi had already moved on from him. She spent a bit of time chatting with the rest before she headed upstairs, saying she was expecting a call on her cellphoneâmost likely from her suitor, who, judging by her smile, she liked too.
Anyway, he had a great time with Yoonâs. Your parents were hardworking, down-to-earth, and wise in conversation. They took pride in their work, honoring the departed with respect and dignity. They didnât let him leave right away, so it was around ten when he finally said goodbye. Later, lying in bed, you exchanged a few more chat messages before officially calling it a night.
By the next morning, all he could think about was none other than Y/n, Y/n, Y/n. He was eager to see you again, but work got in the way. By eight in the morning, he couldn't take it any longer and finally gave in to the urge to call you.
The call connected after two rings. "Hi! Good morning!" he greeted brightly. But what answered was a sniffle. "Sunghoon..."
Concern quickly filled him. "Are you crying? What happened? Is something wrong?"
"M-my grandmother... She p-passed away," you stammered before breaking into sobs. Between shaky breaths, you explained that your fatherâs mother had been found unresponsive at her home in the province. She was eighty-four, had been a widow for a long time, and lived with the family of one of her children.
"I'm sorry, but we wonât be able to meet later. Weâre packing right now since weâre flying out to Busan this afternoon. Dadâs assistant will handle things at the funeral home while weâre gone."
Sunghoon felt a wave of disappointment but kept it hidden. âI could drive you and your family to the airport."
"No need. We donât want to trouble you. Weâll just take an Uber." You sniffled again. "She was so full of life when she celebrated her birthday in October."
Sunghoon sighed. "Y/n..." He wished he could be right there beside you, to hold you and offer comfort.
"I'm sorry, I have to go. I need to finish packing quickly. Iâll call you later, okay?â
"Alright," he replied quietly. "Take care on your trip."
"I'll see you in ten days, Hoon. Bye."
"I miss you already," he murmured, but you werenât able to catch that.
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Now, four days later, Sunghoon was feeling lost and out of sorts. Their nightly calls were the only thing keeping him sane. His distracted gaze left his phone when he heard a door opening. A moment later, the door cracked open, and his twin sister's face appeared.
"Hey! How's my devilishly charming brother?" Sohyun greeted him with a quick kiss on the cheek. "How's Y/n? I heard her grandmother passed away."
He explained the situation to her.
"So, she wonât be back until next week?" she asked, surprised. "Sheâll have a lot of classwork to catch up on."
"Yeah, I knowâŠâ he replied, not paying much attention to his sister.
Sohyun gave him a knowing look, but he didnât notice, his eyes still glued to his phone.
âThat explains why you look like that. You miss her already,â she teased.
He turned to her, frowning, and swallowed before answering, âJust a little.â
Sohyun laughed loudly, wrapping an arm around his head and patting his hair. âAw, my poor brother.â
Annoyed, he pulled away.
âYou guys are talking on the phone, right?â she pressed on.
âOf course. Whenever she doesnât have visitors to entertain and when she has signal connection.â He hadnât meant to sound bitter, but it slipped out, and Sohyun hugged him again.
âHave you met up with Jake and the others recently?â
He was confused by her question. Since when did his sister take an interest in his friends? âAbout three weeks ago, why?â
She shrugged. âI just think you should go out with them sometimes. Might keep you from being too⊠heartbrokenâI mean, bored.â
He scowled at his sister, "Cut it out. I'm not in love with her."
She just laughed at his obvious lie and gave his shoulder a pat. He thought he mightâve heard her murmur, "So defensive."
Before he could reply, she added, "Mom and Dad were asking about you, by the way. Thatâs why I came by. You can meet up with Jake and the others tomorrow instead. Come with me to see themâtheyâve been missing us. Shut down your computer, and letâs go visit them together so we can both get the âwhen are you getting marriedâ talk.â
Sunghoon agreed, feeling that he missed their parents too, along with the great food and warm, cheerful atmosphere at home.
"Please tell me you've found her, son."
They had just finished lunch togetherâa rare occasion now that both him and his sister had moved out. They really cherished these moments, and their mom had even prepared a special meal, complete with dessert. Now, he and his father were on the porch, enjoying coffee where it was shaded and cool even in the midday heat. Sunghoon watched his father thoughtfully. To him, his dad had always embodied gentle strength, integrity, and inner peace. He admired him deeply for his loyalty to family, especially to his mom. Sunghoon aspired to be like him, but it was one thing to say it and another to live it.
Just finding a woman he could love for life was already proving difficult.
He smiled at his father. "Almost there, Dad.â
His fatherâs eyes sparkled with warmth. "That's good to hear. Itâs better than your usual answer of ânot yet.â Thatâs progress." He gave him a meaningful look. "Have you met someone?"
Sunghoon hesitated, considering whether to mention you. Yes, you were different from anyone else heâd dated, but he didnât want to raise his dadâs hopesâor his own. It still felt like you both were just testing the waters.
It wasnât serious at all. It felt more like a casual friendship between him and you, an agreement to meet and get to know each other over twenty-five days. That was all there was to it. It was unrealistic to expect anything more.
Besides, he wasnât really in love with you. He liked you, cared about you, and enjoyed spending time together. He felt attracted to you; he lusted after you. That was it.
He shrugged. "Same old same, Dad. Just casual dates."
His father patted him on the shoulder. "You said itâs getting closer. Thatâs good enough for me. Just make sure to introduce her to us, okay?" Sunghoon nodded. "Your mom and I are getting older, and I really want to have a grandchild while I can still carry and chase one around."
The younger man took a sip of coffee from his mug. "You still have Sohyun, Dad."
"It seems more likely to happen if itâs you Iâm counting out on."
Sunghoon just smiled. He wondered if his sibling was also like him when it comes to this love thing, pretending to be indifferent but secretly searching for the kind of love their parents had found.
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"I think Y/n would really like parasailing. We could go to the nearest beach here. She has a lot of lessons to make up for due to her absences. Can I have the contact number?"
They were able to meet up that evening after he returned from his parents' house. Sunghoon glanced up at Jake from his phone, waiting as he took his time dictating the numbers. He noticed his friends staring at him with amused expressions.
He furrowed his brow at them. âThe fuck is wrong with you guys?" he asked.
Jay grinned. "You."
Sunghoonâs frown deepened. "Huh?"
"Bro, we're hitting our favorite bar to catch up, talk, and have some drinks," Jay explained. "And if you used to look at these outings as opportunities to find your next date, now all you seem to talk about is 'Y/n this, Y/n that.' Damn, are you in love or something?" He laughed as if to annoy him.
And it indeed annoyed him.
"Did I say something wrong?" Sunghoonâs voice raised slightly.
They had been friends since college and were known as those typical playboys who would change their girlfriends faster then they would change clothes. Now, they were all married, leaving him as the only single one. They knew each other's quirks, but sometimes, small misunderstandings would crop up, especially when they shot him those odd looks.
"Relax, Hoon." Heeseung said. "Weâre just a bit thrown off by you, but youâre good. Go on and tell us more about this Y/n and how she brought some color to your otherwise dull and meaningless life." He added a dramatic hand gesture, as if performing a piece of poetry, and that made the guys laugh at their youngest.
Sunghoon scowled. âIâm not in love with her, okay? Whatâs wrong with you guys?"
"Bro, trust me. You sounded like you were just minutes away from marrying her earlier," Jay interjected. "Itâs like youâre just like us now. Everything you used to fight for, youâve completely forgotten."
He paused, his beer halfway to his lips. "What do you mean?"
"Hoon, to us, youâre the definition of a carefree and independent guy. Youâre just chill with your career, love life, and familyâenjoying everything without any pressure. You donât commit to anyone, so youâve been heartache-free all this time, right? You even take pride in your serial dating. You donât need a girl, and youâre not shedding any tears over them. Youâre single, and you love it. You were the man, Hoonâat least, you used to be," Heeseung explained. "But now, look at youâconstantly talking about your Y/n. You seem really attached to her, and you sound like a completely different person. Itâs like youâre in love."
He paused for a moment, trying to regain his composure. "Youâre just imagining things, Hyung."
His friend shook his head. "Thereâs nothing wrong with being in love, though. Weâre happy for you, of course. Weâre just a little surprised."
He forced a smile. "Fuck off. Iâm not in love." But even to his own ears, he sounded pathetic, which made him feel uneasy.
Day 18
"Well somebodyâs got a different glow today," Daehi commented, watching you in the mirror of the room you were using at your grandmotherâs house. It was the same room you used to stay in eight years ago, before you moved to Seoul for college.
You smiled at her. "Liar. Look at how huge my eyebags are."
Daehi moved to stand beside you at the vanity mirror, staring at both of your reflections. "Your eyes are sparkling, I swear. It's like youâre excited to go home or something." She grinned mischievously. "Maybe someoneâs waiting for you at the airport? Someone youâve missed a lot?" She even pinched your side, making you playfully frown at her.
"Look whoâs talkingâyouâre the one with a new guy," you teased, hinting at her frequent phone calls lately. "Whatâs his name again?"
"Yuno," she said, steering the conversation back to you. "And how are things with Hoon? Should I start addressing him as my âbrother-in-lawâ now?" she asked with a grin.
You shrugged nonchalantly, even though just hearing his name made your heart race. Ten days of only seeing him through your phone made you miss him even more. You couldnât wait to see, smell, and hold him again.
You sighed. "Same as always."
"Liar," your sister scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Come on, Ican see that sparkle in your eyes. Stop denying it."
You took a deep breath. "Daehi, what weâre doing is just a kind of experiment, not an actual relationship. Itâs for research. He just wants to prove heâs right, which is probably why heâs being a little flirty. And I canât let myself fall for someone who I know wonât reciprocate my feelings. That would be like walking straight into heartbreak. And Iâm not stupid.
Your sister's face wrinkled in thought. "Canât? Sis, I donât think anyone can decide not to fall in love. It just happens. Sometimes you realize it, but more often, it sneaks up on you⊠especially when you're busy denying it and convincing yourself itâs all just an experiment."
Her words made you uneasy, but you quickly thought of a comeback. "Oh, really? Since when did you become a love expert? Whose post did you steal that from? Send me the link; Iâll study it."
She rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on. You act like I do nothing but scroll online all day." A smirk spread on her face, hinting she was joking. "And for your information, it wasnât a post. It was a tweet from my favorite writer."
âYeah, sure.â You both laughed together.
After a moment, you glanced at your wristwatch. "What time are we leaving? The check-in line might be long."
"We're about to leave. We're just waiting for Jiwon. He was the one who wants to tag along, yet heâs taking his sweet time as if no one is waiting," Daehi complained. "So full of himself, too. Itâs annoying that heâs on our flight."
You chuckled; Jiwon lived just across the street and had been trying to win you over since high school. Now, he was a lawyer based in Seoul.
âJust let it go. His flirting is harmless, soâŠâ You shrugged.
âBut when you and Sunghoon break up next week, donât you dare give that arrogant guy a chance, okay? Heâs gross,â Daehi replied, making a face.
You stopped short, only registering the first part of her statement. Oh, right, today marks Day 18 of your ârelationshipâ with Sunghoon.
Seven days left before you part ways...
A heavy feeling settled in your chest.
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"It's fine for us to just take a taxi, Jiwon," your father said to the playful puppy accompanying you toward the arrival area.
"No, I won't allow that. I'm sorry, Mr. Yoon. We have a car that can fit all of us and our luggage. Why would you want to commute? It's safer to know who will be driving you, right?"
You couldn't help but jump in. "We have someone picking us up, Won. Sorry." You turned to your parents while tucking your phone into your pocket, where you'd been speaking with your ride. "Sunghoon is waiting for us."
"Oh, good," your mother replied.
Your father beamed widely, and Daehi even clapped. It seemed like they all preferred Sunghoon over the lawyer.
As you stepped outside, an SUV pulled up right on cue. Sunghoon got out and greeted you with a broad smile.
"Welcome back," he said, moving to lift one of the suitcases into the car. You couldnât take your eyes off him; you really missed him. You were snapped back to reality when he approached you and, as usual, brushed a few strands of hair away from your face. "Ready to go?" he asked softly.
Only then did you realize that all your things were already loaded into the SUV, and your family was seated inside. You glanced back at Jiwon, who stood behind you with a frown.
"We'll head out first. Bye!" You climbed into the passenger seat next to Sunghoon.
As soon as you closed the door, your companions started chiming in, all complaining about the lawyer.
Luke couldnât help but smile. "You guys really donât like him, huh?"
They all chimed in with their complaints again.
The guy laughed outright. "He seemed fine when he introduced to me earlier." You were taken aback by that. Had the two guys already met while you were zoning out? Was he meaning to say that you stood there like a fool for a good few minutes?
"Well, maybe he was intimidated by you," your dad joked.
âOther than being a neighbor, what else is your connection to him, if you donât mind me asking?â Sunghoon asked.
âHeâs Y/nâs suitor since high school, and heâs still trying to win her over, even after getting rejected for at least ten times now.â
âDaehi,â you interjected, hoping to prevent any further comments.
âDonât worry, Sunghoon doesnât seem like the jealous type at all,â your mischievous little sister teased, laughing.
Your parents chuckled. You glanced at the guy mentioned; he just smiled, seemingly unfazed.
âHow was Busan, by the way?â you heard him ask your family in the car.
âIt was okay. Many people came to visit and mourned for Mama; itâs clear she was loved by many,â your mom replied. She wasnât teary-eyed anymore when talking about the elder, unlike during their early days in the province.
âMy condolences. I wanted to fly to Busan, butââ
âOh, thatâs really not necessary, Sunghoon. We know you care; youâve called us several times and even sent flowers, and thatâs enough. You donât need to travel all the way here. It would just be too much of a hassle for you,â your dad said with a smile.
âAnyway, whoâs up for some Korean barbecue and bibimbap?â Your mom and sister both raised their hands. You joined in. âWell, it looks like the majority wins, Hoon. I hope that works for you?â
âSounds great,â he replied, keeping his eyes on the road.
Soon enough, the others in the back began chatting among themselves. Sunghoon turned to you and flashed a smile. âHi,â he said it cutely, almost in a whisper so that only you could hear.â
âHello,â you answered.
âHow was Busan? Is it the breeze there that made you look even more stunning?â
You grinned at him. âYouâre still as flirty as ever,â you whispered back to keep it between the two of you. âBusan was alright. How about you? How have you been?â
âIâm alright. Itâs not like i almost died from how much Iâve missed you.â
"Good thing you managed to hold back your laughter, or else your family might have wondered about how loud you were. You discreetly pinched his arm.
"Youâre so infuriating," you whispered.
"I missed you,â he replied, earning a sweet smile from you.
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Sunghoon looked at you while drying the dish you just rinsed. "Are you tired?"
He smiled, and despite your initial hesitation, you found yourself replying, "You've asked that question seven thousand three hundred seventy-eight times. No, Hoon. Iâm not tired," you laughed.
He playfully pinched your nose. "I'm just concerned since you just came back from a trip."
"Maybe I'm suffering from jet lag? Is that it?â you replied sarcastically while handing him the last plate.
He laughed, and the sound resonated with you. "How would I know? Maybe the time zone in Busan is different now," he quipped.
You watched as he finished drying the plate. "You might be the one who's tired. You drove, helped with the groceries, chopped ingredients while Mom and I were cooking, and now you're helping me wash the dishes."
They had snacked at a restaurant before stopping by the grocery store to pick up dinner items while still in his company.
After he finished, he looked at you with a serious expression on his handsome face.
âIâm just trying to find a reason to be close to you. I missed you, you know that already.â The excitement hit you unexpectedly, and even though you recognized how cheesy it sounded, you couldnât help but grin. âYou really have a way with those lines, donât you?â
He made a pout. âCome on, Yoon Y/n, what am I supposed to do with you?â Sunghoon took your hand and dried it with the hand towel resting on the kitchen counter. He also put some sanitizer on both your hands. His touch was gentle, as if your hands were fragile.
He slowly lifted one of your hands to his lips and kissed the back of it. You could feel warmth spread to his face, but you realized you werenât blushing. It felt like you were just staring at him, completely mesmerized.
With his other hand, he gently caressed your cheek. "Alright, I admit it. I missed you so much that I'm trying to make up for it now."
Your throat felt dry, and you swallowed hard. Without realizing it, you ran your tongue over your lower lip. You noticed that Sunghoon was watching your every move, and he let out a breath as he took in what you did Your knees felt weak when you saw the expression on his face; there seemed to be a fire in his eyes, and his jaw muscles tightened. He leaned closer to you, and your breathing quickened as the distance between you closed.
"God, Y/n," he murmured, almost breathlessly.
Your heart raced as you closed your eyes, waiting for what would happen next.
"Hey, Y/nâ,â
You both jumped at the sound of Daehi's voice. You pulled back from Sunghoon, releasing his hand and turning to look at your sister, your eyes wide with surprise.
Daehi paused for a moment, observing you both. After a beat, she broke into an apologetic smile. "Oh, Iâm sorry. I didnât know."
You felt your face heat up, but you pretended to act casual. "D-do you need something?"
Your sister's teasing gaze lingered on you. "Momâs looking for her tablet. Did she leave it with you?"
"Ah..." Goodness, your mind seemed to have tangled up, making it hard to think straight. "Yeah. It's in my handbag," you finally replied as your memory kicked in. "Hold on, I'll get it."
You didnât even glance at Sunghoon before leaving; you just werenât ready to meet his eyes yet. Shaking your head, you left the two of them behind and headed upstairs to your room, where your bag is located.
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Sunghoon watched as you walked away to retrieve what your mom needed. He couldn't hide his happiness. The atmosphere in the Yoon household reminded him of his parents' home, and he found himself not wanting to return to his own apartment. He was aware that you could see how he acted like a clingy boyfriend who couldnât step away from you. Everything he said was genuine, and if he could, he would stay by your side until next week.
He heard Daehi giggling softly and turned to look at her. She was watching him with a playful smile.
"Youâre really smitten," she remarked, and she didnât seem offended by what she had just seen.
He smiled back but didnât argue with her.
"I can tell the feelings are mutual. Iâm really happy for you both. The more I see you together, the more convinced I am that youâre a perfect match."
Sunghoon chuckled. "Thanks, Daehi."
"Anytime, brother," she replied with a laugh. She gave him a light hug and playfully nudged him. "Letâs go wait for Y/n in the living room. Mom is already there."
Sunghoon spent hours chatting with your family about various topics while gradually feeling sleepy.
"What I've learned from this business is that life is short. No one is invincible to death, and no one can escape when their time is up," Mr. Yoon said. "I've heard so many stories from those who lost loved ones, regretting not having told them how much they loved them before it was too late."
"I still remember my first client, a twenty-one-year-old man who was about to graduate as the top of his class in just a month," you shared. "His mother was devastated because he was their hope. They were struggling; his mother was a seamstress, and his father was a plumber. Companies were already lined up to hire him upon graduation. But suddenly, while walking on their street, he was hit by a car driven by a drunk driver, and that was it." You shrugged. "All of his family's dreams went up in smoke. I can never forget that."
A moment of silence fell over the group as everyone absorbed the gravity of what they had just heard.
"And we must also remember that we can't take any material possessions with us when we die," your mom chimed in. "That's why I always remind Y/n about this."
"Mom," you said with a calm tone, widening your eyes slightly, as if already guessing what she was about to say.
"She doesnât need to keep studying, working, and building up wealth," your mom continued as though she hadnât heard you. "She canât take her diplomas or money to the grave. What he should really focus on is finding a life partner."
Sunghoon chuckled as you groaned, hiding your face. "Mom, pleaseâŠ"
"What? Am I wrong?" she protested. "Look at you, you treat dating like itâs just another adventure. Itâs a good thing you met her, dear," she said, turning to Sunghoon. "At least I know thereâs someone decent whoâll care for him if something happens to us."
"Mom, you and Dad are still young. You're not going anywhere," you objected. "And Iâm only twenty-fiveâthereâs no need to rush.â
Amused by how cute you looked, Sunghoon couldnât resist pinching your cheek.
"When I was your age, I already had two kids," your mom remarked, glancing at your dad, who had his eyes closed. She sighed. "Alright, Iâm heading upstairs. It looks like your dadâs already out for the night."
âIâm still awake,â your dad mumbled.
âOh, come on, itâs time to get to bed,â your mom said as she stood to give Sunghoon a quick hug. âWeâll leave you two now, dear. Thanks for picking us up at the airport and spending the day with us. Make sure to come back more often, alright? Good night!â She turned to your dad. âCome on.â
Your dad gave Sunghoon a smile as they walked toward the stairs. âLeaving you in the care of my two girls, Sunghoon. Iâm ready to call it a night.â
âNo problem, sir,â he replied.
âIâll head up, tooâYunoâs calling me,â Daehi added, giving you both a quick peck on the cheek. âIâll leave you two love birds alone. Enjoy!â
Now, it was just the two of you. Sunghoon looked at you. âAre you tired?â
âDo you want to head home?â you asked back.
Honestly, heâd prefer to just stay here if he could. But he shook his head. âIf youâre not tired yet, Iâd like to stay. Just kick me out when youâre ready to call it a night.â
You smiled. âLetâs hold off for a bit, then.â
âAlright, letâs talk.â He moved a bit closer, gently taking your hand.
âYou know, I think I live by the same âlife is shortâ motto your parents mentioned. I get that life is brief, so Iâd rather make the most of it. No sense in wasting it on worries.â
Absentmindedly, you played with your entwined hands. "For me, life is indeed short, but itâs also an adventure. Itâs brief, so Iâm reaching for all my dreams while I still can⊠while thereâs still time."
He turned to face you. âYour fatherâs right. We should tell people how we feel while we still have time,â he said, making you pause, eyes widening. âSo let me say this: I missed you, Y/n.â
Some emotion flickered across your face before you smiled. Was that disappointment? âI missed you, too.â
Sunghoon gazed at you, taking in your features. Your face looked radiant in any light, your smile bright, eyes sparkling. Your heart pounded in your chest, a fluttery feeling rising in your stomach.
He cleared his throat, as if heâd just decided something. âAnd because life is short,â he said in a low voice, âIâm going to take this chance while I still can.â He gently cupped your face and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.
He had expected you to pull away, maybe even push him back, but your reaction surprised him. You kissed him back, your lips moving perfectly in sync with his.
Sunghoonâs knees nearly buckled, as if all his strength had drained away. He leaned in, deepening the kiss, and you allowed him without a second thought, matching his every move. He let out a soft, deep sound. You tasted faintly of the creamy coffee you'd had earlier⊠and something sweet he couldnât quite place. Your lips were incredibly soft, and the smoothness of your cheek beneath his fingers only heightened the experience.
If only he had known it would feel like this, he would have done it on the very first day you both met.
Reluctantly, he broke the kiss and opened his eyes to look at you. Your eyes were still closed, lips slightly parted, as if you were waiting for more. And who was he to say no? He leaned in again, kissing you once more. It took him a moment longer before he finally managed to pull away.
He rested his forehead against yours. "I think it's time for me to go," he said, still catching his breath.
"Wait, what?" you replied, a bit stunned as you pulled back to look into his eyes. "I thoughtâ"
"If I don't head out now, I might just do something impulsive," he said with a knowing smile.
Your eyes widened, and though he couldnât see the blush, he felt the warmth radiate from your cheeks through his hands.
He pressed a firm kiss to your forehead before reluctantly stepping back and getting to his feet.
Day 19
"Tough luck, huh?â you said as the rain suddenly poured down while you both were on your way to Incheon.
The night before, you had walked Sunghoon to his carâŠ.
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As he opened the door, he smiled at you. "Iâll see you tomorrow. Letâs go out."
You hesitated. "Iâve got a research paper I need to finish. Itâs a special project my professor assigned as a substitute for the exams I missed last week."
He paused for a moment, thinking, then grinned. "Alright, how about we just go to a nearby beach? Maybe Eurwangni, near Incheon. You can work on your paper by the shore, and Iâll even help you out. Sound good?"
You smiled, endeared by his persistent charm.
"Alright, fine. See you then."
With a final kiss on your lips, he got into his car, leaving you with a smile as he drove off.
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And now, here you were. The rain poured down like a storm, with strong winds accompanying it, prompting him to turn on the radio. It was then that you both found out a typhoon was on the way.
"Hmm, is this a sign that we should just go back and cuddle instead?" Sunghoon joked, grinning at you.
At the twinkle in your eyes, your cheeks flushed, and your imagination raced with various scenarios of Sunghoon lying in bed with you. You mentally scolded yourself; you had been like this since last night, with all sorts of thoughts suddenly surfacingâsome of them rather steamy. It was partly his fault, too. That kiss he had given you before you parted ways had stirred up those thoughts. You had barely slept for two hours because of it.
Now, sitting beside him, your awareness of his presence felt intensified, as if the warmth radiating from your body was reaching out to him.
Your mouth felt dry, and your heart raced every time your eyes met his. Youâd rather not think about the sensations stirring between your thighs.
This is getting out of hand.
"Y/n?" You felt Sunghoonâs gentle finger tapping your cheek. "Are you okay?"
You met his gaze while pretending not to notice the familiar sensations you were experiencing.
"Huh?" you replied, a little flustered. "Y-you were saying something?"
He furrowed his brow but didnât comment on your odd behavior. "I was saying, do you want to work on your research at my place? Itâs closer than heading back to your house. I think by this afternoon the storm will have passed, and the rain wonât be as heavy."
You couldn't answer right away. You knew that the guy lived alone, which meant you would have the place to yourselves. Plus, the weather was chilly because of the storm.
And there goes your naughty imagination once again...
You shut your eyes, trying to control your feelings.
"But if you're not comfortable, we can just go back to your place," Sunghoon said.
"W-we might get stranded on the road. Letâs just go to your pad. You can drop me off later when the rain eases up. Iâll just call my mom so she won't worry.
"Alright then,â
You nodded in response. And just within a few minutes later, you finally arrived at his place and started drying off. You had gotten a little wet from the rain when you exited the car.
âHere, wear this while we dry your clothes,â he said, handing you a towel along with a white t-shirt and boxer shorts. Which you gladly took from him.
âThanks,â you replied. âIs it okay if I go to the bathroom first?â
âOf course, go ahead.â
The bathroom was clean and featured a modern, minimalist design that was just right for a young man like Sunghoon. You quickly dried off and changed into the clothes. The t-shirt was quite big, but the fabric felt comfortable against you.
When you stepped out, you saw Sunghoon in the kitchen, checking what was inside the refrigerator.
âIs there anything to eat in there?â you asked.
He turned to face you, and a look of appreciation lit up his eyes when he saw you. âWow! That looks great on you,â he said, gesturing toward the clothes you were wearing.
Feeling a bit self-conscious, you glanced down. âThe fabric feels really nice. Can I just keep this shirt?â
âSure, go ahead,â he replied, then added quietly, âYou've been taking my sanity since day one, anyway, so what's a shirt?â
You lifted your head, surprised by his comment. âWhat was that?â
He shook his head and quickly changed the topic. âI have ingredients for kimchi jjigae here, minus the tofu. Is that okay with you? Or would you rather order lunch instead?
âYou can really cook?â you asked as you moved closer to look inside the refrigerator.
He took out a bag of kimchi and set it in a bowl. "Well, I havenât experienced being confined to the hospital because of my cookingâat least, not yet." he said with a shrug and a smile. âI wanted to impress you and make something fancy, but this is all I have in my fridge.â
âWow!â you laughed. âItâs fine, thereâs always a next time. You can impress me another day.â
You were about to step beside him to help when you remembered your research project. âOh, sorry. Iâd love to help, but I just remembered my research.â
âItâs alright.â He gave you a light kiss on the top of your head and began slicing the green onions. âGo on, get to it. Iâll call you when the foodâs ready.â
For the next few minutes, the two of you focused on your own tasks while the rain continued to pour outside. Every now and then, youâd steal a glance at him, amused by how absorbed he was in his cooking when a knock on the door interrupted both of you.
âIâll get it,â Sunghoon said, quickly moving to open the door ahead of you.
âHoonie, I really need your help!â came an overly dramatic painful in the ear voice.
âYuri!â he said, surprised. âWhatâs wrong?â
You watched them curiously from a distance.
âThereâs something making a creaking noise on my roof, and youâre the only person I feel close to here,â she said, grabbing onto his arm. She was wearing shorts so short they looked like underwear and a tight shirt that hugged her noticeably full chest. âCould you take a quick look? Iâm worried it might blow away with this storm. Is that okay?â
Sunghoon looked back at you with a questioning expression.
âOh, you have company,â she said, waving at you in an overly friendly manner. âSorry about that! Iâm Yuri, Hoonieâs neighbor and friend.â
"Hi, Iâm Y/n," you replied with a polite smile.
"Is it okay if I borrow him for a bit? I really need his help," she said in that same high-pitched tone that was beginning to grate on your nerves. So, you just nodded quickly, "No problem." Then you looked over at Sunghoon and smiled. "Iâll keep an eye on your cooking too.â
âIâll be right back!â Hoon had said before being pulled away by the woman, whose presence somehow left you feeling a bit annoyed.
It wasnât that you had any issues with women who dress a bit provocativelyâitâs their choice. But there was just something about this one that got under your skin. She seemed to have a flirtatious edge in everything she did and said. And yes, even the way she dressed felt like it was designed to grab Hoonâs attention.
Youâre overthinking things, Y/nâŠ
You told yourself.
Still, you couldnât shake off the sense that, if Sunghoon were to start dating someone else after youâre done with this 25-day dating thing you had with him, Yuri would be the first to jump at the chance.
You pushed away the negative feelings and stood up from the couch to check on Hoonâs cooking. Everything was simmering nicely, with the heat on low to keep things from overcooking. You also noticed the rice cooker was on, and it looked like he had started preparing dessertâgiven the slices of fruits he had set aside along with a can of Sprite. Impressive for someone you considered your âpseudoâ date; he wasnât just all handsome but also knew his way around the kitchen. Whoever ends up marrying that guy will be damn heck of a lucky woman.
You went ahead and continued setting up lunch.
Just as you finished, the door opened, and Sunghoon stepped inside, shirtless and soaked from the rain.
What a comboâŠ
You quickly ran to grab the towel he had used earlier and handed it to him. "What happened to you?" you asked, feeling your breath hitch as you took him in.
Your eyes couldn't help but wander over his bare form, dressed now in only his shorts. His body was lean and muscular, his skin glistening with rainwater. He looked hard everywhereâfrom the sharp lines of his jawline to his shoulders, pecs, arms, and absâŠ
Honestly, just looking at his torso made you feel full. Lunch suddenly felt optional.
You decided not to let your gaze drift any lower from his abs; no need to find anything else that might be, well⊠hard.
"Sorry, I took a while. Turns out there was more to fix on Yuriâs roof than I expected." Without seeming to notice your gaze, he handed you his wet shirt and began drying himself off. "Are you hungry?"
Then he looked at you, really looked at you, and there it wasâthe realization. His smile faded, and a spark ignited in his eyes as he noticed the effect he was having on you.
You swallowed unconsciously, feeling your breath hitch. He mustâve seen a different kind of hunger in your eyesâprobably noticed that your hands were itching to touch his chest, his abs, his arms. Your heart pounded even harder as he took a slow, deliberate step toward you. Your knees practically turned to jelly under the weight of his intense, half-lidded gaze.
He raised a hand, lightly brushing his thumb across your cheek. But before you could even react, he brought his thumb to his lips, tasting whatever he had wiped away from your face.
"Condensed milk? What kind of dessert are you making?" His tone was casual, but his gaze burned as it lingered on you.
JerkâŠ
"Uh..." You swallowed, trying to keep your composure. "Itâs⊠itâs nothing. You can try it later."
"Canât wait," he murmured, though the way he looked at your lips suggested he had something else in mind heâd like to taste. "Iâm gonna go shower again."
He left, and you finally let out a breath. It was only then you realized the wet shirt in your hands was now soaking your legs. With a sigh, you went to the laundry area to dry it up.
When Sunghoon returned, he mentioned feeling cold, which was obvious given he was wrapped up in a thick sweatshirt and jogging pants. Having a meal together and some hot soup seemed to help him feel a bit better, and he really enjoyed the hwachae dessert youâd made.
But soon enough, he was back to feeling unwell, lying on the couch next to you under a heavy blanket. Youâd already given him some medicine for the flu.
Gently, you ran your fingers through his hair. "Why didnât that Yuri just call a carpenter?" you muttered irritably. "Now lookâyouâre sick because of her."
"She couldnât get a carpenter out there in this storm," he replied, voice slightly hoarse.
"Thatâs exactly my point! Itâs storming, and she still had you go up on the roof! What if a lightning struck you?â you scolded.
Sunghoon opened his eyes, giving you a playful smile. âI donât think it was her intention to get me hurt or sick. I think she just wanted to see me soaked, with my shirt sticking to me. I even took it off for her sake. Poor girlâs been trying so hard with her charms.â
You playfully tugged his hair. âYouâre such a flirt. You knew exactly what she was doing, yet you still played along.â
He chuckled. âIâve made it pretty clear to Yuri in plenty of ways that Iâm not interested. She just doesnât give up, so I let it go.â You felt a hint of satisfaction at that, though you tried not to show it. âBut why not? Sheâs beautiful, has smooth skin, and, well⊠sheâs got curves.â
He gave a subtle, meaningful smile. âIâm a lot more drawn to a certain sexy embalmer.â
Your cheeks warmed, leaving you momentarily speechless.
"Just let me know if you want to go home. I can still give you a ride," he murmured, his gaze soft on you.
You shook your head as you finished packing up your laptop. "No, Hoon. I donât want you taking any risks.â
âNo, really, Iâll drive you.â
âShould I call Sohyun? Maybe she can come over so youâre not alone.â You remembered Sohyun lived nearby.
He closed his eyes, looking a bit sleepy. âSheâs out of town with her fellow teachers. She wonât be back until next week.â
âOh, right,â you said. âI called home earlier, and Mom warned sheâd shave my head if I left you here alone while youâre still unwell.â
âReally?â He let out a soft laugh. âDonât tell me you two are already planning on trapping me into marriage?â
âWow, the ego,â you chuckled as he shifted closer until his head rested in your lap. âIâd be up for it⊠just not when Iâm this defenseless.â He took your hand and held it to his cheek. âJust wait until the medicine kicks in, then Iâll give you my full cooperation with the whole marriage plot.â He closed his eyes, finally settling in.
You chuckled softly. "You're really something."
For a few moments, you let yourself simply stare at his face as he lay there, eyes closed, resting his cheek in the warmth of your hand. A soft smile appeared on your lips. There was a sense of peace within you. You felt content, happy to be someone he neededâeven if just for now, even if only for today. But that happiness was tinged with sadness, knowing youâd have to step back soon, and someone else might take your place, offering the comfort you could only give for a limited time.
That thought settled heavily in your heart, bringing a quiet ache you were already feeling now.
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Day 20
Sunghoon woke up in the early hours feeling significantly better. And his mood lifted even more when he opened his eyes to find your face inches from his, both of you tucked together tightly on the sofa. The air was still chilly from the rain that drizzled outside, quieter now than the night before.
"Go back to sleep, it's only a little past two," you murmured, brushing a hand gently over his hair.
He furrowed his brow, hearing a slight edge in your tone, and his eyes searched yours more closely. "Have you been crying?" he asked, concerned.
You shook your head with a faint smile, but that didnât ease the worry in his gaze. Something felt off. He started to rise, wanting to get a better look at you, but your hands held his face tenderly.
âYour feverâs gone. How are you feeling?â you asked, your voice soft.
He took a moment to assess himself. "Better. Thank you for staying with me."
You smiled before pulling his face down, kissing him. The moment his lips met yours, his body reacted instinctively. He could feel heat spreading through him. You deepened the kiss, your lips brushing softly against his, until he parted his mouth and your tongue slipped in, drawing a groan from him. Sparks seemed to ignite along every nerve.
You shifted to pull him closer, one of your hands roaming under his sweatshirt, skimming over his chest with warm, gentle strokes that had his breath hitching. He was overwhelmed by the softness of your touch.
He pulled back, panting, trying to regain control, but you just trailed your lips down his jaw and to his neck. "We need to stop," he whispered, though his hands betrayed him, tracing down your back and sides. You felt so warm beneath his touch, every inch of him aching to feel more.
"Sunghoon..." you murmured, lifting the edge of his sweatshirt. "Please."
He finally gave in to you and himself. He reached for your face and kissed you again on the lips. Every movement was heated, and it felt like there was something he wanted to say. He pulled away slightly from your lips. You groaned, protesting.
âY/N, donât do this, baby, please. I might do something weâll both regret.â He nuzzled your neck and gave it a playful lick. You bit your lower lip, but a moan still escaped as you arched your back, giving him space for what he was doing.
Breathless, he lowered his head and traced your collarbone with his lips and tongue, moving back to your neck and jaw. You moaned aloud.
And shit, he was aroused like he had never felt before. And it had only been a few kisses that you shared in that moment.
âY/NâŠâ he whispered in your ear before giving it a small bite. âTell me to stop. Please.â He needed you to refuse, to push him away and act uninterested. But your reaction was the opposite. You were responsive, so sweet, so soft and warm...
You reached for both sides of his head and gazed at him from beneath your heavy eyelids. âI wonât regret anything, I promise,â you murmured, caressing his lips. âPlease, Sunghoon. I need this. I need you. Kiss me.â
The throaty quality in your voice did it. Or maybe it was your soft, fragrant body splayed over him. Or the hazy desire in your eyes. Or your scent. Maybe it was your zeal despite the innocence in your kisses. It could also be everything about you.
The rain continued to pour outside, but neither of you felt cold.
Sunghoon moved to stand up, quickly carrying you to his room. He kissed you on the lips and allowed the two of you to tumble onto the bed. You bumped into each other a bit and burst into laughter. But your smiles faded when you locked eyes. He caressed your cheek. âAre you sure you know what weâre going to do?â
You rolled your eyes and punched him in the arm. âWhat do you think I am, five?â
You laughed, but it sounded differentâtense, full of desire that was desperately trying to escape you. âIâm just making sure. Are you really sure about this? You can still back out. Just say the word anytime.â
You looked at him, a soft, heart-wrenching emotion in your eyes. âIâm sure. Stop being annoying. I want this. I want to be yours tonight. I want to make love with you.â
It was like gasoline that ignited the fire within him even more. His knees shook, and his heart raced.
âOh, God,â he said, almost moaning.
He was sure he did not do anything to deserve this.
â
A spark lit up in Sunghoon's eyes when he heard you. Then, he was on youâkissing your lips, your neck, your jaw; his hands roaming, pressing against your chest over the fabric of your shirt, gripping your waist and hips. Neither of you even remembered the storm raging outside. You were both too lost in the heat you were creating, the passion between the two of you.
He tugged at the bottom of your shirt. "Let's take this off. I want to see you." You sat up, helping him lift it off, along with your bra.
Lying back down, you bit your lip, but couldn't suppress the soft, inviting sound that slipped from your throat as he traced his hand down from your neck to your stomach, stopping at the waistband of your shorts. He slipped them off, gazing at you with a searing look. âOh, God,â he murmured, breathless. âYouâre beautiful.â
Your back arched instinctively under his heated gaze, an involuntary response. âSunghoonâŠâ
Feeling your urgency, he reached behind his neck, pulling his sweatshirt over his head.
He stood up, removing his joggers and boxers, then reached into a drawer, grabbing a foil packet and placing it on the side table
The bed creaked as he lay back down on his side, cupping your face to kiss you again. You let your hands drop to caress his chest and shoulders. He felt hot and firm everywhere, making every feminine part of you tremble in anticipation. He kneaded your breast, taking one peak into his mouth, and your body shuddered as you moaned his name. It felt like every inch of you was vibrating, heating up. You cradled his head to pull him closer as he teasingly slid his tongue over the skin of your breast before taking the other stiff peak into his mouth.
Good lord, you werenât prepared for this.
It was too... divine.
You gasped when you felt his other hand exploring between your thighs, where you were wet and eager. You tried to squeeze your thighs together, but he gently pushed them apart. Then he was touching your most intimate area, sliding a finger along your drenched slit.
âOh, my God, SunghoonâŠâ you called out, unable to explain what you were feeling. It was as if you were about to melt or explode.
âSo sweet, so soft. I want to lick you all over,â he murmured in your ear. He kissed you passionately as his hand continued to move.
You tore your mouth away from his and moaned loudly as you felt his finger gently slipping inside you. Your body moved on its own, trembling with pleasure. âOh fuckâŠâ
Breathless, he lowered his head back to your chest. He captured one peak and lightly bit it, causing a low shout to escape your lips. Then, his hand moved faster, and every muscle in your body tensed at the delicious sensation.
Your eyes widened as you stared at Sunghoonâs face, watching him with a hot, serious expression. He looked so fucking hot. And this same gorgeous man was touching you intimately... and he seemed to be enjoying it.
âFuck, Sunghoon!â you called out.
âYes,â he whispered, his gaze locked onto you, his jaw clenched as he held back his own desires. You let go, your mouth opening in a silent gasp, but no sound came out. Your entire body trembled in fulfillment.
Before you could recover, Sunghoon kissed you hotly. His hands moved to put on what was needed to protect you both. He was determined to take you completely. He kissed you passionately while gently making his entrance, and the pleasure-pain brought tears to your eyes.
âYou okay, baby?â he asked, stopping immediately. There was a sense of pride in his voice, knowing he was the first person you had completely surrendered to. âCan you handle more?â
âW-wait,â you replied, filled with emotion. This was the moment. You had fully given yourself to Sunghoon.
âYou feel so good,â he said, showering your face and neck with kisses. âItâs never felt like this before.â His lips trailed down to your chest, kissing you before you could even respond. Your muscles twitched, and beads of sweat formed on your skin. Then, you felt him nibbling at your flesh.
You called his name in a breathy whisper.
He groaned and took one of your stiff peaks into his warm mouth. A long moan escaped you as your body arched, matching the way your internal muscles squeezed around him. Sunghoon let out a loud groan. âShit, Y/n! Donât! Youâre driving me crazy,â he exclaimed, feeling himself stiffen against you, struggling to maintain control.
âSunghoon,â you called out, unsure of what to say. âJust get on with it!â
Despite the slick sweat and the effort it took to move, he chuckled. âSo bossy,â he teased in a raspy voice. You smiled, but it quickly vanished as he moved slowly inside you, showering your chest with kisses while whispering your name.
Breathless, you tightened your legs around his waist. You shuddered with each movement he made, letting out sounds you would usually find embarrassing, but right now, you didnât care. Sunghoon let out a low, rough breath, and you thought the sound was incredibly sexy. Desperately, you called his name, almost begging him to give you what you neededâand he did.
Your hands clung tightly to his shoulders, your muscles tensing as you finally reached your peak. Colors exploded behind your closed eyelids, warmth spreading through every fiber of your being. He kept moving for a few more moments, then reached his own climax. Catching your breath and covered in sweat, you slowly returned to reality.
When you opened your eyes, you were greeted by Sunghoonâs smiling face. âAh, Y/n. Youâre going to be the death of me.â
âThat was amazing,â you murmured with a smile.
Something about your words must have ignited something in him because you saw the fire in his eyes reignite. Your eyes widened as you felt him begin to harden again inside you.
âFuck, Y/nâŠâ he whispered, before covering your mouth with his in a deep kiss, not giving you a chance to say anything else.
â
It was nearly noon when Sunghoon woke up, hours later than usual. The first thing he did was reach over, searching for you beside him. But when his hand touched only mattress and blankets, his eyes flew open. You were nowhere to be found.
Panic rising, he got up quickly and checked the bathroom. Empty.
He stepped out of the room. âY/n?â he called, but there was no sign of you in the kitchen or the living room. Even your bag and laptop was gone. Grabbing his phone, he dialed your number, but no one answered.
It was Sundayâmaybe you were attending church and had your phone on silent, which would explain why you hadnât noticed his calls. With a sigh, he set his phone aside and went back to the bedroom. Youâd probably left early to ease your parentsâ concerns. He decided heâd just drop by your house later to invite you to dinner. For now, he needed to focus on his work, confident that heâd see you soon. Just a little more patience.
All day, Sunghoon kept trying to reach you with calls and texts, but there was still no answer. He thought maybe it was a network issue or perhaps your phone had run out of battery.
Either way, he reassured himself heâd see you soon.
With anticipation, he showered, dressed carefully, and bought a bouquet of roses matching the color of the dress you wore when you first met, along with your favorite chocolates. While in traffic, he called a nice restaurant to reserve a table for two.
Tonight, he was going to ask you to date him exclusively, officially. He figured you might be taken aback, but heâd explain that he didnât want any time limits on being with you anymore. Excitement filled himâuntil it quickly turned to worry when he arrived at your house, and you werenât there. Your mom told him youâd gone out of town but didnât say where.
Sunghoon tried to stay calm, reasoning that youâd return soon. You had school, and it was too early for you to miss more days, especially since youâd just come back from Busan.
Yet a deep, sudden fear settled inside him.
âââ
Day 24
âSomething othering you?â Sohyun called out as she approached Sunghoon from behind.
Sunghoon saved his work and turned to look at his twin.
âI didnât hear you come in.â
âYouâre being way too serious over there.â She came closer to check out the drawing of a woman for his current erotica book project. âThatâs cute! Whatâs the title?â
âThe Ethical Manwhore. Itâs your typical plotâ the main character is a player who meets a naive girl and falls in love with her.â
Sohyunâs eyes lit up. âThat actually sounds interesting since heâs described as ethicalâmeaning he has some standards. Let me know when itâs out; I want to buy a copy.â
In a way, his sister's banters lightened the weight he was feeling.
âI brought you a little something; you and Y/n can share it.â And just like that, his small joy vanished into thin air.
âT-thanks,â Sunghoon replied with a smile. But if his sister werenât so perceptive, she wouldnât have noticed that his smile was forced. They were too close, i meanâtheyâre practically twins, for her to miss that.
âYou look troubled. Is something wrong?â He turned to face his computer, trying to avoid her gaze.
âJust stressed about work.â
She didnât respond, and he heard her walk over to the sofa, her favorite spot facing him.
âHowâs Y/n?â
There it wasâthe question he had been dreading to answer. He shrugged.
âDid something happen?â
He hesitated before answering, âI donât know,â he cleared his throat before he continued, âI havenât seen her in four days. She might have gone out of town.â
âReally?â Sohyun went silent. When he glanced over her, she was already busy with her phone. With a sigh, he returned to his work from the previous days; that was all his life revolved aroundâhis work and trying to contact you. He had nearly given up on the latter yesterday because he felt like a fool.
He had visited the Yoon house several times but never caught you at home. According to your mom, you were busy with a group project, which is why you were always away. He couldnât even count how many texts he had sent you or how many times he called. He knew you were a free spirit and loved to be spontaneous, traveling everywhere, but if he meant something to you, couldnât you at least send a reply?
Sunghoon was feeling frustrated, sad, and worried. He was missing you badly.
âOh, wait. Seems like sheâs in Jeju,â Sohyun suddenly said, interrupting his thoughts. âSomeone tagged her on IG.â She was about to show him the phone when she quickly pulled it away. âOh, waitânever mind. Mustâve overlooked it.â
His brow furrowed. âWhat was that? Let me see.â
âForget it,â his sister said, keeping the phone out of reach.
âCome on, Sohyun! I just want to see.â He reached for her hand, but she dodged him and stood up from the sofa.
âForget it, Sunghoon!â
âSohyun, please just let me see,â he urged. He didnât have an Instagram account, so he couldnât check it himself.
âSunghoon, stop it! Itâs not for you to look at.â Her tone reminded him of their childhood when their parents would cover their eyes during romantic scenes in movies. Especially when it involved kissing. This only made him more curious. âWhy not? What is it?â They engaged in a playful tug-of-war over the phone.
But since he was taller and stronger, he managed to overpower her. He shot her a glare and glanced at the screen, where he saw a picture of you in a black bikini top and denim shorts, holding a surfboard, with a picturesque backdrop of sand, sea, and sky⊠and Jiwon beside you with his arm wrapped around your shoulder.
It has as caption that says,
Learning surfing is way more fun when your instructor is this gorgeous. đ©
And below it was a mention,
my @yo.on_y/n đ
Which the post received at least a thousand likes and numerous teasing comments. He checked the date of the postâit was from Sunday, the day he had started losing contact with you.
Frustrated, he handed the phone back to his sister.
âI told you not to look at it,â she said.
Without responding, he left her on the sofa and turned his attention back to his computer.
âYour twenty-five days together are over, right?â she said after a moment. âSo, youâre probably not jealous that sheâs with someone else, right?â
Sunghoon closed his eyes to keep himself from snapping at his sister. He was starting to take back what he said about her being perceptive when it came to him; clearly, that wasnât true.
âJiwonâs fine, though. Iâve met him, actually. Heâs mature, not commitment-phonic, and heâs liked Y/n for a long timeâsince high schoolâ.â
âYeah, Iâm thrilled for them. Excuse me, but I have a work to finish.â He put his earbuds in and turned up a loud song to drown out anything else his sister might say.
âThereâs some leftover ramen in the fridge. Just heat it up if youâre hungry,â he added.
â
Sunghoon stood up from the sofa when the door of your house opened, and you stepped inside. Heâd been coming by every afternoon for days, waiting for a chance to see you, and finally, heâd caught you.
You were dressed in a plain t-shirt, denim shorts, sneakers, and carried a large backpack. The surprise was clear on your face as you saw him. âOh, hi,â you greeted him.
âThe tan suits you,â he managed to say. âHow was Jeju?â
âIt was okay.â You set your bag down on the coffee table, keeping your eyes lowered. He could almost see you struggling to find the right words.
He wanted to confront you. Was group project for now a code for surfing in Jeju with a guy thatâs pursuing you? or worse, dating you? how the fuck would he know?
âCan we talk?â he asked.
You looked at him for a moment.
âLetâs go to the cafĂ© nearby,â you finally agreed. âIâll just tell Mom.â
You went to the kitchen, where your mother was preparing a snack for you. Sunghoon took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He couldnât explain his feelingsânervous and tense, as if something was squeezing his chest and throat, making it hard to breathe. He was beyond anxious.
Soon, you returned without changing or even freshening up.
âLetâs go,â you said, avoiding his gaze.
The short drive to the cafĂ© was silent. You only spoke once you were seated with your drinks, exchanging an awkward greeting. You mentioned that you had returned from Jeju since Monday and had just come from a groupmateâs house to work on a project.
He only gave a slight nod in response.
It felt as though you two had turned back into strangers, and for Sunghoon, it was like a knife piercing his heart.
âS-so,â you eventually spoke up, breaking the awkward silence, âwas there something we needed to talk about?â
Something burst within him, and he couldnât hold back the bitterness any longer. âWell, I thought youâd at least have the decency to break things off with me properly,â he said.
You flinched as if heâd struck you, then gave him a bitter smile. âDo we really need an official ending? Isnât it automatic after the twenty-five days are up?â
âItâs not twenty-five days yet, Y/n. Do you need a calendar? Weâre only on Day 24.â
You let out a dry laugh. âOh, so weâre supposed to break up tomorrow? Sorry, I guess I lost track on my counting.â
Sunghoon felt his frustration rise at your tone. Why were you being sarcastic? Why did it feel like you were the one whoâs upset here?
âYou left me after Day 20. You owe me four more days. You need to date me for those four days.â He knew he sounded childish, but he didnât know how else to bridge the gap between you two. You might think heâd lost his mind by now, but he didnât care.
âWhat?â you laughed, clearly confused. âSunghoon, those are just the technicalities. We were going to break up anyway; that was already decided. What difference does it make if itâs Day 20 or Day 2? We would still end up breaking up.â You suddenly stood up, and he instinctively grabbed your arm before you could leave.
âNo, Y/n, we canât just end it like this.â
âWhatâs wrong with you?â you snapped, then, realizing you were in public, you lowered your voice. âFine. You want a proper breakup? Here it isâIâm officially breaking up with you, Park Sunghoon. Goodbye.â You yanked your arm from his grip and walked out without a backward glance. He was stunned as he watched you leave the cafĂ©. He frustratedly slammed his clenched fist onto the table.
He knew heâd said something wrong. He was sure of itâŠ.
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I'm feeling a tad bored, so I'm going to apply this to 4 characters from the Blood of Eden series by Julie Kagawa.
1- What does your character do when they think no oneâs looking Allie: Reading a book Zeke: Reading The Bible/sleeping Jackal: I would like to think he secretly reads books when no one is watching. Conducts science experiments. Kanin: Looking for a cure to the virus he accidentally released
2- Whatâs the one thing your character would save in a fire (beyond the necessities)? Allie: Zeke Zeke: Allie Jackal: Himself Kanin: Everything
3- Whoâs on speed dial? Allie: Zeke, Jackal Zeke: Allie Jackal: Azura, secretly Allie Kanin: No one
4- Your character gets turned down for their dream job. Whatâs their second choice? N/A
5- What would they tell their ten-year-old self? Allie: You will get through this. Just keep going, you can do it. Zeke: Eden exists. And, you'll fall in love with a vampire. Jackal: You're going to become a monster and love it. Kanin: I cannot remember being 10.
6- Where would they want to go on a first date? Allie: A library/bookstore (abandoned, as they all are in their universe) Zeke: Some adorable boat ride with a picnic. Maybe to find a new place. Would end up saving humans before the date is over, forgetting that it's supposed to be a date. Jackal: Nah. Maybe some blood sport event or killing rabids. Kanin: N/A
7- Whatâs the best advice theyâve ever received? Allie: Something something you aren't facing your grief and just burying it. You will kill people, you just need to figure out a way to live with it. Zeke: You're a monster. Decide what kind of monster you want to be, but just make a decision. Jackal: (in the books that we know of) You do know your raiders are just going to back stab you, right? Kanin: I guess in book, Allie's pep talk in the sewers
8- Whatâs the worst advice theyâve ever received? Allie: You're a monster, you just need to accept that. Zeke: All vampires are evil, soulless creatures that don't care about humans Jackal: To leave the group Kanin: To trust Jackal's words and intentions
9- Whatâs one physical detail theyâd change about themselves? N/A, I'm not answering this one
10- When was the last time they were held? By who? Allie: Well, Sarren tried to kill me. So did my brother. Oh, you mean like hugged? Cuddled? Zeke. Zeke: Allie <3 Jackal: You don't want to know. Kanin: It's been awhile, Allison. Do not linger in the past.
11- Whatâs their favorite thing about their favorite season? N/A, I'm pretty sure Zeke would like summer/fall for the food on trees. I don't think Allie really cares much, other than not freezing (which she can't anymore). And Jackal seems too disconnected to really care. Okay, adding Kanin to this, I don't think he really cares.
12- Their wallet gets stolen. What do they do? Allie, Jackal: Kill the person who stole their wallet/stuff Zeke: Offers the thief food, water, medicine. Kanin: Takes his wallet back, probably finds a way to make the human have a better life
13- Prioritize: Love, money, power, knowledge? Allie: Life. Knowledge. Love. Zeke: The human race being okay. Love. Jackal: Power. (Familial) love. Already seems to possess a lot of knowledge to become powerful. Kanin: Knowledge of how to undo. Has power. Tossed love out the window. Money doesn't really apply in this world
14- Whatâs something nobody knows about them? Allie: Is allowing herself to forget about being human Zeke: Maybe how jealous he was of Jackal until he found out Allie and Jackal were siblings? Jackal: Has a heart Kanin: He cares about all his children. All of them
15- Whatâs in their fridge? Blood.
16- What (creature, object, substance) are they most disgusted by? Allie: Rabids, vampires (especially ones torturing humans/being cruel to humans) Zeke: Evil vampires, Sarren, himself Jackal: Bleeding heart vampires, sewage Kanin: Vampires viewing humans as nothing but food (even though he does the same).
17- Whatâs their second worst habit? Second worst? Alright... Allie: Worst is trying to save everyone. So I guess forgetting the world for Zeke? Or opposite. Worst habit is forgetting the world for Zeke, and second worst is trying to save everyone at the cost of her own life. Zeke: Worst is probably his self hatred / hatred of vampires. Second worst is his desire to stay attached to specific humans / revenge without knowing Jackal's side Jackal: His worst habit is probably his love of killing those that are important to others. So his second worst is probably killing randomly/being so detached. Kanin: His worst is probably putting human kind above his family. His second worst is probably thinking he knows everything.
18- What are the victory conditions for their life? Yeah, maybe best if I skip this one
19- In the end, your character fails to save the day. Assuming they survive, what do they do? Allie: Fall apart, go for revenge, pull herself together, save the day Zeke: N/A. Probably is kidnapped by the villain. Jackal: Pretends to betray everyone just to betray the betrayal and save everyone. Kanin: Picks himself up, tries again.
20- Your character is charged with a crime they didnât commit. What do they do? Allie: Accept it. Pretend to leave. Protect the humans. Zeke: Allie argues his innocence. He just hangs his head and accepts that he's probably the villain they think of him. Jackal: "Lol, I'm a monster, so?", proceeds to kill anyone in his way Kanin: Accept it. He feels like he deserves it.
21- Your character is charged with a crime they did commit. What was the crime? Murder.
22-25- How would you describe your characterâs life in one sentence?What important statistic would they want displayed above them?Whatâs the first thing they would buy if they won the lottery? What profession do they most respect? N/A
26- What childhood injustice did they never get over? Allie: Being left to starve. Her mother's death. Zeke: Not able to face a hoard of rabids and save everyone. Jackal: Not so much childhood, but almost being killed by his vampiric father Kanin: N/A
27-35- How would they handle having a panic attack? Your character is burdened with an inconvenient superpower. What is it? If they died and could come back as any person, animal, or object, what would they be? Whatâs the best meal theyâve ever had? Where would they stand at a dinner party? Who would they invite to the dinner party?What makes a perfect day for your character? If given the opportunity, would they want to know how and when they died?Whatâs the one thing theyâve always wanted to do? Why havenât they done it yet? Mostly N/A, or already covered in the book
36- What do they tend to joke about? Allie: Being a monster. Not being a monster. Zeke: Not much Jackal: Killing others. Betraying others. Being a cruel monster. Kanin: Not much. He left his sense of humour behind centuries ago.
37- Whatâs off limits? Allie: Someone dying Zeke: Harming humans Jackal: Being predictable Kanin: His past.
38- Whose wedding would they cross the world to attend? Whose funeral? Allie: Wedding- Jackal's if he decided to get married. Maybe Azura. Caleb and Beth's. Funeral- Caleb. Beth. Jackal. Zeke: Wedding- none. Funeral- Jackal, but he'd be the one killing Jackal so... awkward funeral. Jackal: "My sister" Kanin: N/A. Probably Sarren's funeral. Maybe Allie-x-Zeke's wedding. Allie, Jackal and Zeke's funerals. Possibly Jackal, but he'd ensure no one knew he was there.
39-43- What impossible choice did they make that turned out to be the right one? The wrong one? Your character has someone to hype them up. What would they say to get everyone excited about your character? What recurring dream does your character have? What is the meaning of life to your character? What book does your character pretend to have read? Skipping
44- Someone takes undeserved credit for your characterâs work. What do they do? I don't think they really care too much. Jackal might try to kill whoever stole the credit, or remind them of the shared credit (to his sister). Kanin would probably not care too much.
45- What controversial belief or view does your character hold? Why? Do they hide it? Allie: Humans do matter. Doesn't hide it. Zeke: His love for a vampire at the beginning. His love of blood at the end. Jackal/Kanin: I'm not sure.
46- Your character is at a theme park. Where do they go first? N/A
47- Whatâs your characterâs favorite name? Discussed in the books
48-50- Whatâs the biggest compliment theyâd give themselves? How does your character feel about bugs? If your character could hit a reset button on their life, would they? N/A
Character Development: 50 Questions
What does your character do when they think no oneâs looking?
Whatâs the one thing your character would save in a fire (beyond the necessities)?
Whoâs on speed dial?
Your character gets turned down for their dream job. Whatâs their second choice?
What would they tell their ten-year-old self?
Where would they want to go on a first date?
Whatâs the best advice theyâve ever received?
Whatâs the worst advice theyâve ever received?
Whatâs one physical detail theyâd change about themselves?
When was the last time they were held? By who?
Whatâs their favorite thing about their favorite season?
Their wallet gets stolen. What do they do?
Prioritize: Love, money, power, knowledge?
Whatâs something nobody knows about them?
Whatâs in their fridge?
What (creature, object, substance) are they most disgusted by?
Whatâs their second worst habit?
What are the victory conditions for their life?
In the end, your character fails to save the day. Assuming they survive, what do they do?
Your character is charged with a crime they didnât commit. What do they do?
Your character is charged with a crime they did commit. What was the crime?
How would you describe your characterâs life in one sentence?
What important statistic would they want displayed above them?
Whatâs the first thing they would buy if they won the lottery?
What profession do they most respect?
What childhood injustice did they never get over?
How would they handle having a panic attack?
Your character is burdened with an inconvenient superpower. What is it?
If they died and could come back as any person, animal, or object, what would they be?
Whatâs the best meal theyâve ever had?
Where would they stand at a dinner party?
Who would they invite to the dinner party?
What makes a perfect day for your character?
If given the opportunity, would they want to know how and when they died?
Whatâs the one thing theyâve always wanted to do? Why havenât they done it yet?
What do they tend to joke about?
Whatâs off limits?
Whose wedding would they cross the world to attend? Whose funeral?
What impossible choice did they make that turned out to be the right one? The wrong one?
Your character has someone to hype them up. What would they say to get everyone excited about your character?
What recurring dream does your character have?
What is the meaning of life to your character?
What book does your character pretend to have read?
Someone takes undeserved credit for your characterâs work. What do they do?
What controversial belief or view does your character hold? Why? Do they hide it?
Your character is at a theme park. Where do they go first?
Whatâs your characterâs favorite name?
Whatâs the biggest compliment theyâd give themselves?
How does your character feel about bugs?
If your character could hit a reset button on their life, would they?
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â â â â â â LITTLE MISS PERFECT
synopsis : getting homosexual tendencies for her best friend? absolutely not!
note : i just started playing tlou2 again and my love for abby and ellie blossomed again. naughty dog knew what they were doing
ft. : questioning homosexuality, internalized homophobia, non-apocalyptic au, implied smut but not that descriptive, ellie already has a crush on reader but itâs not really described until they kiss and what not.
you search through the rack of bras, lazily looking for one that at least looks fitting. you huff, starting to lose hope. your hands stop at one. a black lacy one, which if your wore, would cover nothing. it reminded you of that erotic video you found went internet surfing.
two women alone together, exploring each otherâs bodies. their tongues acting like a paintbrush and their bodies were canvases, covered in saliva.
you press your lips together, trying to push down the tingling in your body. you canât be gay. you literally have a crush on that ABC news host.
â[name], honey? did you find one yet?â your mother asks, messing with the displayed jewelry. âno, thereâs nothing here.â you sigh, hiding the bra in the rack.
you had no problem with homosexuality. hell, your whole search history is the complete opposite of heterosexuality. your best friend is a lesbian. but there is no way youâre gay. thatâsâŠjust not you.
after many of those âare you gayâ tests, your answers remain the same. âyouâre most definitely a lesbian, babesâ.
you lay on ellieâs bed, blindly flipping through one of her many comic books. you blow raspberry, getting bored a little. âwhat?â she diverts her eyes from her TV for a second before tending back to her game.
ânothing.â you flip a few more pages until your eyes land on a certain panel. two girls in close proximity, lips ghosting over each other. you swallow a large lump, trying to push away the thoughts again.
but now you can only think of you in that situation. curled up next to a girl, her hand rubbing softly on your waist.
you try to picture what she would look like, only seeing your best friendâs face. you groan, rolling on your back.
âellie?â she hums in response. you fiddle with your thumbs before asking the question. âhow did you know you were gay?â
her game pauses. âwhat?â she looks at you before her eyes travels to her opened comic book. âooooh.â she laughs, picking up the book. âyou picked the one i didnât want you to get.â she closes the book, stuffing it under her bed.
she leans back, propping herself up with her arms. â i dunno. i justâŠâ she shrugs, ânever pictured myself with a guy. and you know, boobies.â
you softly hit her, making her laugh. âiâm serious, ellie. i think i might be gay. lesbian, bi-i donât know!â you groan, stuffing your face in your hands.
âi mean, why donât you?â she lays on her side, looking at you. âthat ABC news host.â
âDavid Muir?â
you nod, making her scoff. âdo you have a crush on any guy at job?â she twirls a strand of your hair in her fingers. âgod no. they all look like troglodytes.â you grimace at the thought of liking them.
âcan you picture yourself marrying a man for the rest of your life?â
that question made your stomach drop. you feel bile pile up in your throat. âyes, you canâ you try to convince yourself.
âno, i guess not.â you give a slight frown at your answer, looking down.
âhey, itâs normal. not everyone is straight. and you sure arenât.â she laughs. âoh shut it!â you huff.
she stops laughing after a while. âwell, letâs kiss to see if you are gay.â she suggest so nonchalantly. kiss? your best friend?
âuhhhh..â âif you donât like it, we donât have to ever talk about it.â
you look at her, contemplating whether you should go through with this. you couldnât deny that ellie was very attractive. you could say that she was your âgay awakeningâ. they way she was naturally flirty with you was the beginning of the questioning phase for you.
âletâs do it.â you sit on your legs, waiting for her to kiss you.
she gives you a soft smile, getting up.
âyou sure?â she questions, not wanting this to go wrong. you nod.
she takes a deep breath, putting her hand on your cheek to pull you in.
your skin ignites. this is what youâve dreamed of. intimacy with a woman. natural intimacy. not like those forced erotic videos you watch in your free time.
her lips press on yours, her eyelashes tickling the apple of your cheek. you reciprocate the affection, putting a hand on her cheek.
a moan slips from your lips, your eyes fluttering shut. the hand on your cheek falls to your hips, her hand squeezing for a few moments to tell her that this is real; this is actually happening.
in a flurry, her body is pressed on top of yours, her tongue exploring every crevice on your mouth. her hands slipped under the hem of your jeans, fingers brushing over the seat of your panties.
you card your hands through her auburn hair. âelsâŠâ you call to her as she pulls away, a string of saliva connecting from hers and your bottom lip.
âyou okay, princess?â she moves her hand at an angle, her thumb drawing tight circles on the pearl of your cunt. you arch into her, making her chuckle.
you nod, a moan slipping from your lips again.
âyeah, youâre definitely gay.â she giggles, stuffing her face in the crook of your neck, making you laugh too. âshut up and use your hands, ellie.â
âoh, i know something better than my hands.â she leaves your neck for a moment, digging under her bed.
she pulls out a harness. one not built for your shoulders. the purpose accessory catches your eye, making you widen them. âis thatâŠâ
âi havenât used it yet.â she smirks. âyour call.â
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Can I request a Leah x Alessia x Reader please???
Something to do with captain Leah because there's no way that wouldn't bleed over into their private life
a/n: yeah I'm super into this request, but I'm breaking it up into two parts. I'm getting delirious I'm so tired so I'll finish part two tomorrow. ohh and Chapter 1 of Be My Baby (my Leah Williamson x Athletic Trainer!Reader series) should be coming out tomorrow as well!! so stayed tuned haha. enjoy this for now. feedback is greatly appreciated, thank you and happy reading!!
Leah x Teammate!Reader x Alessia part 1/2
content: Top!Leah, Bottom!Reader, Switch!Alessia, strap on use (R receiving), pussy eating (Alessia receiving), nipple play, overstimulation, slight impact play,
warnings: HEAVY dom/sub themes, calling reader a slut/whore like once or twice, vibrating strap, Captain used in a sexual manner, slight intoxication while fucking but they're all consenting
synopsis: Captain Leah likes to take her roll off the pitch and into the bedroom.
word count: 2.0k
!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!
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The energy is still high inside the flat as you all three stumble in, hands gripping each other in a buzzed thrill. Leah talked both you and Alessia into leaving the club earlyâ sneaking out into a taxi before the others even had time to notice you all gone. Youâd shared some shots at the bar with the team, celebrating a new win with Leah back from her injury. Sheâd been touchy all night, running her hands over all the places she knows drives you crazy. The alcohol only fueled your desires as the two blondes sandwiched you between them on the dance floor. Their mouths on either side of your neck as their hands explored over the tiny dress covering your body.
Now you're making out in the entryway of your shared home, clothes being tugged off as you moan into their mouths. Itâs a mess of tongues and youâre starting to get dizzy from them passing your mouth back and forth. You never get a chance to get a breath in, if one is gone the other is stealing the air from your lungs in a bruising kiss. Itâs a vicious cycle that leaves your legs starting to shake, relying on the girls pressed against you to hold you up.
âMmmâ letâs move this to the bedroom,â Leah gets out between clashes of your mouths, Alessia panting as she watches the two of you consumed in each other.
You canât find the words to speak, nodding your head into the liplock as you feel them leading you up the stairs. You donât separate until you reach the door, Leah pushing you both away as you whine at the loss of her added warmth. She smiles at you both, a hidden danger underneath the sweet looking gaze. âLess go lay on the bed, baby. Back to the headboard.â
Alessia flushes a little, but compiles nonetheless. A quiet "Yes Cap," leaving her lips. It's so low you don't even hear itâ but Leah does. Something so small but so significant that lights a fire in her veins. Alessia climbs up to the head of the bed before turning herself around, placing a pillow against the cold wooden surface behind her. She places her hands in her lap as she looks back up to see you two, awaiting further instructions. Leah grabs your forearm, pulling you against her chest as her lips linger on your earlobe. Her breath sends chill bumps across your skin at the closeness. âNow go lay between her thighs as I get ready. Ass up face down, darling.â
You find yourself nodding again, still not able to find words as your mind races. But as you go to move onto the bed you feel a hand pull you back. It wraps around your throat from the back, gripping the sides as a quiet moan is ripped from your lips. âUse your words, sweetheart.â
âYes maâam!â You let out a cry as her other hand comes down to land a spank onto your sensitive clit. Slick from your pussy connecting with her fingertips as a string forms between them. âCome on, love. You know thatâs not my name. Yes, who?â
A matching whine can be heard coming from both you and Alessia at her words. So thatâs the kind of mood sheâs in tonight? Itâs not often Leah likes to completely dominate you both, but when she does? Lord pray for the neighborsâŠ
âYes, Captain!â
Youâre met with a pleased hum at that, her hands freeing you as they push you towards the bed. You bring your bottom lip between your teeth as you start crawling towards Alessia, grabbing onto her thighs as you lower yourself into position. You can hear Leah opening the closet, grabbing the box, and oh. That soundsâŠdifferent. You avert your eyes up to Alessia to gauge her reaction. And oh god her mouth is hanging open. âI-Is that?â she starts to let out as her cheeks get even redder, but the older of the two cuts her off. âDonât spoil the surprise, Less! Thatâs half the fun.â
Then youâre feeling the bed dipping behind you, a hand landing a slap to your ass before it runs down your back. Next thing you know itâs pushing down, forcing your arch deeper as her voice cracks out above you, âYou can do it better than that, Y/N. Donât play stupid with me tonight. I wonât be very nice if you do, love.â
Your pussy aches from the way sheâs treating youâ from the words coming out of her mouth to the way she man handles your ass up higher, presenting your pussy to her just the way she likes. You swear you get wetter as you feel her fingers run up into your hair, creating a makeshift ponytail as she yanks your face to Alessiaâs pussy. âNow make her cum like the good little bitch I know you can be.â
Your mouth latches onto her cunt as you suck on her clit.You can feel Alessiaâs hand come down and tangle with Leahâs into your hair, you look up and groan into her pussy at the sight. Alessiaâs chest is rising up and down as her brows draw together in pleasure. Her mouth is dropped open as the prettiest sounds fall from her lips, enchanting you to keep your eyes locked on her.
You're so lost in the pleasure you're giving her you don't even notice Leah's hand moving from your hair or the way she's spreading your ass cheeks apart. You do notice the brand new strap entering you though. The burn of the stretch and the curved ridges running along it foreign to you. You moan into Alessia's cunt as Leah starts bottoming out in yours, a heavy hand coming down to land on your ass as she starts thrusting into you. "Fuck yourself backâ there we go, darling. Just like that."
Your hips start pushing back into hers before she can even get the words fully out. Your pussy having a mind of it's own as you chase the new euphoric feeling she's giving you. You moan out every time you meet her thrusts, the tip of the strap slamming into your G-spot perfectly. You're so lost in the pleasure Leah's giving you that you forgot about your original task. Alessia's humping up into your face at this point, having come to terms with the fact you're too busy taking dick to do anything except moan into her pussy right now. Until you feel a familiar tight grip in your hair, knocking Alessia's hand away from head. She yanks you up until your back is flush against her front, breasts smushed to her back as she brings her lips against your ear.
"I thought I told you to make her cum? So fucking do it." She's shoving you back down now, her hand on the back of your head never leaving as she guides your face back to its rightful place. "Lessi baby, play with your tits for me. I'm sorry you've been neglected, my love," she picks up her pace again before she continues. "But you know how much of a whore she can be."
"Thank you, Captain!" it's moaned out of Alessia's mouth as she tweaks at her nipples, stomach starting to twist up as she gets closer to the edge. A chuckle falling from Leah's lips as she leans over your body, sending the strap impossibly deeper inside of you. Your face gets pushed flush against her groin as your nose buries into her clit. Leah uses one hand to steady herself on the bed while the other reaches for Alessia's neck pulling her into a heated kiss. You hear them making out above you, but you can't see it. Too busy fucking yourself onto Leah's dick as your eyes roll into the back of your head. Your tongue's fucking into Less's hole now, drunk off the cream that leaks out of her. You start grinding your nose forward a bit, giving her clit some added stimulation as you bring one of your hands up to join the party. A finger slips in beside your tongue, curling it as you make a come hither motion. Alessia's hips start spasming against your face as you hear her muffled sounds of pleasure, her pussy squeezing around you to signal her end nearing.
"Can I cum, Cap?" it's said between kisses, Leah barely giving her a second to pull back to get the words out. She separates herself for a second as she slows her pace, kissing Less on the nose before she gives her an answer, "Yeah, go ahead, love. Make a mess on our baby's face so you can clean it up."
She doesn't waste a second, moans tumbling from her mouth and a tightening grip on your hair telling you all you need to know. You moan into her pussy, the added vibrations making a cracked whine break out of her. Her hips start bucking up into your face, riding the pleasure as she keeps you cemented into place. You suck up all the cum she gives you, not letting a drop escape as you lick her pussy clean. The hand holding you in place quickly turns to push you away and give her a much needed break, but you ignore it. Tongue still pumping into her overstimulated hole as your finger comes out to rub at her clit.
You quickly come to regret that decision when Leah's pulling out of you and yanking you down the bed with her. A squeal of surprise comes out of you at the action. She doesn't stop until her feet are touching the hardwood floor and your knees are dangle off the edge of the bed. She flips you over effortlessly, a show of her strength as she asserts her dominance.
"You know what my problem with you is? You can never listen too long, can you? Always gotta break the rules or push the boundaries for your own gain. It's fucking selfish," she throws your legs over her shoulders as she settles in closer between your legs. "So now you're gonna let me use this pussy however I want, for as long as I want."
She slips in at that, bottoming out instantly as she slams her hips into yours. She pauses as she brings a hand down to the base, a darkening laugh leaving her lips as she locks eyes with Alessia. "You wanna do the honors, baby?" Your brows furrow in confusion as your eyes try and see what she's covering. You start leaning up on your elbows to get a new angle before Leah's pushing you back down, a hand on the middle of your chest as she growls out at you. "Be patient!"
Alessia is at the edge of the bed now, leaning over your body as she reaches for the harness. They share a passionate kiss, Leah telling her to go get the hitachi wand after she's done helping. Alessia nods before stealing one more kiss, pressing in the button before disappearing to the closet. Your back arches immediately as you feel the strap inside you come to life with vibrations.
She's setting a rough pace from the start this time, skin slapping filling up the space of the room. There's no adjusting period this time aroundâ oh no. Leah's fucking you with a purpose now, to remind you of your placeâŠwithering underneath her. Alessia never gets her this riled up. Always following orders and doing as she's told. But you? You always fight her, talk back, or straight up ignore what she does tell you.You like to tell yourself it's because you're independentâŠbut you all three know it's really because you crave this. To see the pinch between her brow and hear the octaves in her voice get lower. You crave to have her pick you up and hold you down as she reminds you of who she is: your Captain.
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motherâs love | p.sh
summary - yearning for warmth in a cold home, sunghoon finds solace in his kind stepmother y/n. as their bond deepens, he wrestles with the bittersweet clash of his own reality.
pairings - sunghoon x fem!reader
genre - smut, porn with plot, sort of angst(?), stepson!sunghoon x stepmom!reader, dom!sunghoon x sub!y/n
warnings - taboo themes, unstated mommy issues, minor unintentional pining, sunghoon calls reader mommy once, unprotected sex (wrap it up guys), cheating, arguments, protective!sunghoon, slight voyeurism(hearing), marking, breast play, clit play, fingering (f receiving)
belleâs notes - MDNI this is 18+ content, creds to @heekilrvs aki loml for proofreading this <3
wc : 1,6 ++
sunghoon had never known the warmth of a motherâs love; his own mother had left him to navigate a lonely childhood without her comforting presence. by the time his parents divorced, he felt more relief than sorrow. he realized he hadnât truly lost anything, only a fractured family that had never come together in the first place.
so when his father eventually announced he was remarrying, sunghoon felt a familiar caution rise within him. the last thing he wanted was to see his father endure more pain or disappointment. but the first time he met y/n, his skepticism faded. she was much younger than his father, radiantly kind and effortlessly beautiful, with a warmth that seemed to draw him in. her presence stirred something inside himâa comfort and care he hadnât known he was missing. the way she noticed the little things about him, paid attention to his interests, and treated him with all sorts of love, it all felt new, unfamiliar, yet deeply precious.
quickly y/n became a steady presence in his life. she was there at all his soccer games, cheering him on, and she stayed up late with him while sharing snacks and conversations that filled spaces heâd long accepted as empty. there were quiet moments when heâd catch her looking at him with her doe eyes, which happen to be his favorite features of hers. her kindness, patience, and nurturing nature anchored something heâd never experienced beforeâa sense of family that didnât feel forced or fragile.
but as perfect as y/n seemed for him, sunghoon couldnât ignore the way his father treated her. at first, their arguments were quiet; murmurs exchanged behind closed doors, but they soon grew louder, spilling over into raised voices and sharp words. each fight chipped away something inside of sunghoon, and it hurts to see the sadness in y/nâs expression. he couldnât stand it; more often than not, he found himself stepping in to defend her, only to have his fatherâs frustration turn on him, cutting him down with the same harsh reminder, âsheâs not your real mom, sunghoon. donât forget that.â
he despises those words, yet they only fueled a new sense of protectiveness within him. over the months, his loyalty to y/n grew, along with a connection that sometimes left him feeling conflicted. but more than anything, sunghoon knew he wanted y/n to feel valued, cherished, and loved. if no one else would make her feel that way, he was determined to do it himself. he knew she deserved the best and nothing less.
during nighttime, he would hear y/n and his father making up, their arguments turning into muffled love sounds that filtered through the walls.
sunghoon who was lying awake in the dark, could hear it allâthe sighs, the faint gasps, the strained moansâbut also the lack of chemistry when it was over. he noticed the way she emerged from their bedroom afterwards, her expression a mixture of sadness and resignation. he knew then that she was never truly satisfied, not with his father and not in the life she had found herself in.
the unfairness of it all shattered every emotional barrier heâd ever built, leaving him caught in a turmoil of forbidden feelings. sunghoon felt himself inching closer to a choice he wasnât sure he could resist any longer, teetering on the edge of a line he never thought heâd consider crossing. he had tried to hold back, to stay respectful of his father, with hope that things might change. but each instance of his fatherâs unloving action towards y/n scratched away his restraints.
he couldnât stand by as she suffered quietly, watching her hold back tears, trying to stay strong even when he could see how much it hurt her. the feel to protect her deepened every time he saw her forced smile, and the more he witnessed his fatherâs mistreatment, the less he cared about consequences; he would risk it all if it meant giving her the love and attention she deserved.
the house was filled with tension from yet another argument; his father had come home late, irritated and dismissive. as they argued, sunghoon saw the weak gaze in y/nâs eyes while she made an attempt to fix their relationship.
his father stormed out, leaving y/n alone in the silence, and sunghoon couldnât hold back. he stepped into the living room, his face darkening as he took in her defeated posture and the lingering pain in her expression. she looked up, surprised but grateful, offering him a soft, weary smile.
âwhat happened?â he asked quietly, his voice tinged with concern. she explained the argument, her words halting as she tried to hold back her emotions. sunghoon listened, his jaw clenched, anger simmering beneath the surface. âi canât believe heâd treat you like that,â he murmured, the intensity in his gaze catching her by surprise. âyou deserve so much better.â
she looked at him, shocked by the intensity in his gaze. for a moment, his face softened, his eyes filled with a tenderness that made her heart ache. he stepped forward, his presence comforting and grounding her.
without another word, sunghoon crossed the room, gently taking the wine glass from her hand and setting it aside. his fingers brushed against hers, a small touch that sent a spark down her spine. âiâm always here for you y/n,â he said, his voice soft yet firm. his eyes held hers, and in that moment, the years of kindness and warmth sheâd shown him felt like they were finally reaching a point of no return.
and before she could respond, he leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss that held all the bottled-up feelings heâd harbored. it was a kiss filled with longing, something heâd always felt for her but could no longer keep hidden.
breaking the kiss, sunghoon rained playful yet savage kisses along her jawline and down her slender neck, leaving visible marks of possession with every suck and nip of his hungry lips. his hands found her heavy breasts, and he marveled at their fullness. he cupped them, massaging them with his palms, feeling the weight and softness of her luscious globes. her nipples already hard and erect from the attention, as she begged for more.
with deliberate slowness, he lowered his head, taking one taut peak into his hot mouth. he teased it with his tongue, licking, sucking, and gently biting, causing y/n to cry out in pleasure as her hands tightened on his shoulders. he lavished attention on one breast while his dexterous fingers rolled and pinched the other, making her squirm with desire.
the pleasure was overwhelming for y/n, who had been starved of such intimate attention for far too long. her body reacted fiercely to sunghoon's skilled touch, the aching emptiness between her thighs screaming for relief. as if reading her mind, sunghoon switched his attention to her other breast, giving it the same treatment while his hand slid down her body, eventually reaching her wet core.
he teased her through the lace panties, rubbing her swollen clit in circular motions, delighting in how drenched she was for him. y/n's breath came in short, desperate gasps, and she rocked her hips against his hand, imploring him for more. he slid his fingers under her already ruined panties, making direct contact with her slick folds, causing her to moan loudly.
"sunghoon..." she breathed his name like a prayer, threading her fingers through his hair, urging him on.
he added another finger, stretching her, preparing her for what was to come. his fingers worked her rhythmically, building her pleasure to an unbearable crescendo. she writhed under his touch, her lithe body a vision of raw, untamed lust. with a final flick of his fingers against her sweet spot, y/n's body shattered, convulsing in an intense orgasm, her cries filling the silent night.
but sunghoon was far from done. he wanted to mark her as his and plant his seed deep within her. with a growl, he stood up, quickly shedding his clothes, revealing his chiseled body and hard-strained cock. y/n's eyes widened at the sight of his impressive length, already glistening with pre-cum at the tip.
she reached for him, taking him in her hand, stroking his length, admiring how he throbbed and twitched under her touch. "i need this inside me," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire.
sunghoon didn't need any more invitations. he positioned himself between her legs, his cock nudging at her entrance. with a single powerful thrust, he impaled her, burying himself deep within her moist heat. y/n's eyes rolled back as she felt every inch of him stretching her, filling her in ways her husband never could.
he set a relentless pace, pounding into her, his balls slapping against her ass with each thrust. the force of his possession drove her to new heights of ecstasy. her breasts bounced rhythmically, the nipples rubbing against his sweaty chest, providing additional stimulation.
sunghoon leaned forward, capturing a sensitive nipple in his mouth, sucking strongly as he continued to ravage her body. "fuck mommy, you feel so good," he grunted, his breath hot against her skin.
y/n's hands dug into his back, her nails scraping his skin as she urged him to go harder, deeper. the house echoed with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, their moans, and the wet lewd sounds of their coupling.
sunghoon felt the familiar tightening in his balls, signaling his impending release. he wanted to mark her and claim her in a way that even her beast of a husband couldn't ignore. with a final frenzied thrust, he spilled his hot seed deep inside her, filling her womb as he groaned her name.
spent, he collapsed onto her, his cock still twitching inside her. y/n held him close, running her hands through his hair, whispering words of adoration and thanks. they dozed off on the couch, naked and sated, finally finding solace in each other's arms.
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"If he had merely left, I would've had nothing. He wouldn't have needed to kill me, I would've perished. I would've remained in madness, hated and alone until I had the decency to end it all. He was the wicked wind that scattered the ashes in the ruins of my life. It was a life worth ruining; I admit that freely. But it was still my life.
"I carried on in misery, stalwart, standing fast at the post to which I was appointed. And it kept me alive, Mina. The coven kept me alive. If it weren't for Lestat's mercy, you would not have my hand to hold.
"For one hundred years, I cared for my coven and they clung to me. I gave them my strength and my wisdom." He shook his head, laughing at himself under his breath. It hardly seemed like wisdom now.
"And their need to be led carried me when I had no will to go on. But I became a pale shadow, pushing papers and enforcing curfew. I was a ghost for a century, still heartbroken. Because in my defeat, I'd fallen in love with Lestat."
You don't say.
"Without him, there was no light in my life. No meaning or desire. No understanding, nor concept of time. I trudged through our history like a key-turned toy. A music box that was winding down.
"But then I found him. My handsome criminal. Louis arrived in Paris and it seemed all the Great Laws broke to his touch. He was Lestat's fledgling -- of course, he was. And to our utter disbelief, he had been taught nothing of our world by his maker. He was made weak, ignorant, and defenseless in a world that would devour him.
"He traveled with a child vampire, Claudia, whom he'd helped to make. Together they'd killed their maker -- or so they thought -- and Claudia recorded her history, her mad crimes, in diaries unguarded. They left corpses in open ground for humans to find. And Claudia would find a mortal pet and tell her everything.
"But before we'd learned any of this, it was my chore to bring them into the fold. Claudia was thrilled to join, so much so that she swore herself to oaths she had no intention of keeping. Like Lestat, nothing was real or sacred to Claudia. She would lie to us in a heartbeat.
"But Louis refused us at every turn, traumatized by the tyranny of Lestat's love, and if I could not persuade him, I was obligated to destroy him.
"So I followed him. I gently fellowshipped. I turned our every conversation down the path of conversion. He wouldn't have it. Instead, he cast his spell on me. Stripped me bare with every wicked, knowing smile. Pinned me down with every penetrating stare.
"And the more he forced me to look into his eyes, the more the thought of destroying him became impossible. I hadn't the power to move against him. He had my heart in his hands and worked it like a bellow. And I felt myself split in two: one alive and in love and enslaved, the other a criminal, living in shame and hypocrisy.
"My coven began to demand Louis' head. It was my duty to them, and to the laws that were supposed to protect us. He was a danger to us, I knew that he was, and yet I gave him special treatment. For two years, he did as he pleased.
"He despised and mocked and lied to the coven. He kept me for pleasure, too frightened to give me more. Frightened that I would become his new Lestat. He used me, humiliated me, and made my weakness and betrayal plain to the coven. The light had returned to my life, so brightly did he shine that my world was burning again..."
Mina knew that when he told her he would tell her everything, there was a possibility that she would hear everything. Still, to hear him take it as far back as when he met Lestat was a bit of a surprise.
Mina knew the great laws, that was a story that she'd already told Armand when they first met and he was surprised she knew them, but she still let him continue.
She knew Children of Satan was a cult, but the way Armand still framed it was like in a way he almost missed it. "thier love' 'they kept me from suicide', that wasn't something you listed as something you completely hated.
But Armand had been treated so badly by everyone in his life.
"It doesn't sound very merciful to me," she still offered, still clutching his hand tightly. Sounded like fucking mindgames to her. Sounded on par with reviews of the books for what he was like
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