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seulgiwifeee · 7 months ago

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What Shall I Do || Wendy

♡ Member: Gangster*Wendy x Nerd*Femreader

♡ Theme: Fluff, SOME angst (like the TEENIEST bit)

♡ Warning: Cussing, Wendy low key likes to be praised ? :0, she just wants to impress you :(, detailed make-out session (hehe), <<<a TAD bit suggestive during it, slow burn I guess? But it's worth it I promise ⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄ o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝

♡ Description: The troubling girl that Wendy is has found herself falling for the girl who couldn’t be anymore opposite of her. She decides she wants to act upon her feelings, but she doesn’t know how she’ll be able to successfully approach you until she walks past that tutoring flyer that’ll change everything.

Word count: 9.2k (I got carried away..LOL)

(Genuinely didn’t know what to make as the title so I just put the title of a song I thought would go good with reading,, #stream What Shall I do by Hoody and all of her other songs ɞ̴̶̷ ·̮ ɞ̴̶̷)

All idea credits go to the amazing @wendyslegalwife ‘s request ⸝⸝ɞ̴̶̷ ·̫ ‹⸝⸝ ♡ !!

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How could people so polarly opposite ever make things work out between them?

Wendy questioned that each time she'd catch herself staring at the beauty of Y/N, muttering stubborn curses at herself when she'd realize you were making her lose focus and blush in front of her clique for simply existing around her.

They would try to poke sly teases at Wendy, asking her whom she was giving 'lovey-dovey' eyes to, as they'd say, but the sharp turn of her threatening eye was enough to shut them up and make them uninterested quickly.

But anyway, the question still stands—what was so enticing about you?

Why did Wendy have to like you?

You, Y/N L/N, out of everyone in this school?

There was nothing special about you.

You were just a huge distraction and if anything Wendy shouldn't have even been acknowledging your existence.

You're a nobody!

She had better things to focus on and you're not even her type!..

..Or so that's what all her stubborn mind used to tell her.

Now, there's no denying the heady effect that your presence alone has on her each time you enter the classroom. Wendy's the first person to even notice your appearance, and without fail each time, her eyes stay glued onto your figure until her conscious snaps her out of it or if one of her friends nudges her to back to reality.

Was it the way you spoke with your honey-sweet voice any time you answered a question?

The alluring look you'd unknowingly eye your teacher with when you were focused on the information she would share during discussion?

Or how Wendy thought you looked so nerdy-cute from how your large glasses would sit propped down on your nose, practically sliding off, and how your tongue just slightly poked out from the side of your mouth each time you were fixated on completing an assignment?

Or maybe it was all? (It was)

Despite whatever reasoning it could've been, all that Wendy knew in conclusion was that she wanted— No, needed you. Badly.

But she's the most feared girl at the school, along with her little gang. Everyone, plus the teachers and staff members, is scared of or intimidated by Wendy. Yes, including you too.

How could Wendy get with someone who flinches every time she walks past them or nervously looks away when they dare to steal a glance at her for any longer than a split second?

It's not like she's some kind of bully or has ever done anything to you; she'll only become aggressive if someone purposely does or says something to her or her friends to piss her off, and that is when things can get scary, so other than that Wendy's nothing more than a harmless (-ish) troublemaker if no one tries to mess with her.

But unfortunately, the damage of her aggressive and intimidating past actions has left too much of a dent into the school's atmosphere for people not to be uneased by her, and all the fear that's been instilled in everyone's minds is practically irreversible for her to suddenly try acting all soft, thinking that could make people in any way forget the girl she's shown herself to be for last few years.

And aside from the rough image she has to put up with, she knows that you on the other hand probably wouldn't even try giving her a chance to date you.

Like come on, you, Y/N, the girl who makes straight A's, never skips class, avoids drama at any cost, actually cares about her studies, and is probably the sweetest person in this school just to end up with Wendy; this little delinquent she knows that you probably portray of her as who can flip the mood just by walking into a classroom with the wrong look on her face? Not a chance.

But that dismissive thought doesn't deter Wendy because no matter what, she will still do what she can to show you, to prove to you that there's more to her than just the edgy facade she shows on the outside.

It's just.. how will she be able to show it?

She already knows that she can't casually walk up to you because either you would take that as a threat and run away before you'd allow her to get a single word out, or she wouldn't last more than two words into the conversation before you'd run away from the bubbling fear and anticipation. So either way you're going to end up running away.

Okay.. so how will Wendy be able to approach you that doesn't end up with you running away?

Maybe she could find someone who could give her your number and then you two could try messaging?

Never mind, she knows that would just creep you out even more.

Okay, no message, now what?

With each new idea Wendy comes up with, she has to scratch it out because it's either bound to not work or there's just that one flaw that completely ruins it.

Soon, that brain fog kicks her in the ass hard and she can't figure up any new ideas. It doesn't break her determination, of course, she's too prideful for that, but she's definitely losing her patience.

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Wendy walks down the hallways with her usual mean mug, clearing the path of nervous and startled people just by walking near them.

She steps past the bulletin board filled with posters of the school's weekly news, not minding any business to them until she suddenly pauses and makes a rewind back to a little certain flyer that catches her attention from the corner of her eye.

"After school tutoring with a buddy!" is printed in bold blue letters on the poster.

Wendy takes time to read more into it, finding out that the school's top students have joined together to host this little tutoring program to bring students with struggling grades to stay after school so they can get help on understanding their course better and getting their grades up. The person signing up can also choose who they want as their tutor and, surprise surprise, you just so happened to be one of the top students involved with this.

This is perfect. If you end up tutoring Wendy then she can finally have an excuse to approach and start some form of conversation with you, and you wouldn't even have any choice but to talk with her!

But the only downside to this is that you're tutoring for the math section. Wendy can't stand math for the hell of it, that's by far her weakest subject and just one look at her grades can be backed up as evidence to prove it. Also, the spots are very limited since it's only around fifteen students who'll even be tutoring, and there's also another student who's tutoring for math, so it's not even guaranteed to Wendy that she'll end up with you as her tutor if someone doesn't get to you first or if she'll even manage to turn her papers in time before all the tutoring spots, in general, are taken.

And again, she just doesn't want to deal with anything math-related.

But.. whatever it takes for her to talk to you.. she'll just have to push herself through it and risk these chances.

Once she gets the papers, she fills them out and turns them in as quickly as she can, determined to seal her spot with you, and impatiently lives the day on and she waits for the upcoming Friday to find out whether or not she makes it in.

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The exact moment as Wendy arrives home from school that Friday afternoon, looking down to check her phone as the time changes from 4:59 pm to 5:00 pm on the spot, she grins widely once that confirmation email pops up in her notification bar, letting her know that she's eligible for the tutoring and that you've been assigned to be her tutor.

Well.. Of course, Wendy got accepted so easily, it would've been incredibly stupid on the school's part for her not to be; the second the administrators received her filled-out papers she was the first student they even signed up for the program. And really.. if the school could've, they would've tried to sign her up for more tutoring other than just math.

Wendy's small moment of happiness, though, is lifted momentarily once the sheer realization dawns on her, the remembrance of certain things said in the tutoring flyer and the things she'd have to face that she didn't take into account earlier all floods back into memory.

She's in tutoring. Tutoring.. meaning she's going to have to be associated with a bunch of other dumbos and idiots.

Also, tutoring sessions are supposed to be happening after school in the cafeteria.

Everyone.

All at the same time.

It doesn't matter to her that the tutoring is one-on-one or if everyone's going to be spread out in their own "private" section of the cafeteria, she can't be seen in front of all these people receiving help. She knows she doesn't actually plan on taking the tutoring seriously since it's just a tactic to get closer to you, but no one's going to catch on to that from the bare eye! They're just going to see Wendy as a weakling!

She can't let that happen.

She hurriedly types out an email to Mrs. White—the vice principal and head person in charge of this program—asking if there are options to tutor somewhere else, and not too long after, she responds back suggesting that you two could tutor separately from everyone else in one of the empty classrooms, but that solution is not good enough for Wendy.

She needs the two of you to be alone, somewhere more private than that.

Matter of fact, she doesn't even want to be on school grounds when you two are having your sessions.

Wendy writes again, asking in desperation if it's possible she and you could work off campus, but all Wendy's told is that the first session has to be done on school grounds, just so everyone can be monitored and can be seen if there needs to be any switching around and other nonsense Wendy didn't care to finish reading about.

Although.. Mrs. White at the end did say that after the second or third session, she'd see what she could do for you two regarding this, but Wendy knows that "I'll see what I can do" bullshit 99% of the time usually means there's nothing that can be done.

Well, that's great.

Wendy's nowhere near satisfied with this, but again, if she wants to get closer to you, then she'll just have to deal with this nonsense.. she supposes..

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Sooner than Wendy can even realize, the day finally comes.

She never realized how much she'd really been anticipating this day until the final dismissal bell of the day rang, her heart dropping as everything suddenly hit for her to process; she can't tell whether she's more excited or nervous.

As she exits the classroom, her little gang is confused once they see her creeping the opposite way of the exit and all begin to question her.

She makes up a quick lie along the lines of needing to go to the bathroom and that all of them could just go ahead and leave since she'll catch up with them later. And like the airheads they are, they somehow believe her, not even giving her any further questions before they go on and leave campus.

Wendy lets out a sigh of relief and once they're far out of her peripheral, Wendy quickly speeds down the hallways, not caring one bit if she bumps into anyone, and hides around a secluded corner in the science building. She makes sure to keep herself hidden from any lurking eyes, continuously checking the time on her phone to see if it's anywhere close to the time yet for the tutoring.

"Hurry up.." she mutters impatiently looking down at the time and tapping her finger on the wall behind her as she keeps an alert eye out to make sure no one's walking near her.

The slow minutes tick by and it only serves to heighten Wendy's anticipation, but after what feels like forever she looks back at the time and sees that it's just five minutes past the time tutoring was officially supposed to begin.

She finally curves out from the corner, quickly peeking her head out to make sure the coast is clear before she marks her way toward the cafeteria doors. She takes in a deep breath, clenching her fists to her sides before she brings herself to open the doors.

As Wendy steps inside, she looks around at all the people inside getting situated with each other. Lingering near the entrance, some people sitting around spot her there and a quick change of emotion from their once cheery, talkative expressions is noticed—Fear.

Of course..

Wendy rolls her eyes at them, unbothered, and walks towards an area where there's a group of people sitting, assuming that's where she should be sitting too.

She sits at the end of the table and immediately buries her head into her phone, not wanting to draw any attention to herself, which honestly she knows is pretty useless since her classmates can very well still see her and are very well terrified and confused about why she's here.

Wendy feels an abrupt shift in the table as she watches her phone and looks in the corner of her eye to notice everyone scooted further away from her. She scoffs, putting her attention back to her phone and muttering under her breath, "Losers."

Everyone around Wendy joins with their tutoring partners as she restlessly continues to wait for you. She can feel cold sweats trickling down her forehead as her hands begin to shake. Wow, you were the one making Wendy nervous. Only could you ever do that to her.

She continues to distract herself scrolling through her social media until she notices a pair of feet approaching her and hears a small voice speak out. "Uh.. Wendy?"

Wendy looks up, her heart skipping a beat as she meets eyes with no one other than you. But her demeanor clearly doesn't show her nervousness, seeing as you cling tighter to your notebook in a tense stance.

Wendy quickly softens her features once she notices your uneasiness and tries her best to play a sort of soft, inviting smile instead. "Y/N?"

You nod your head hesitantly, not fully trusting the sincerity in Wendy's smile, and look down at your notebook.

"So.. looks like I'm tutoring you," you mumble with a blatant tone of awkwardness, placing a piece of hair behind your ear as Wendy nods along.

"Which table would you like to work at?" you ask, trying your best to mask the edging fear layered behind your voice with a fake smile.

Wendy's eyes spark up and she suddenly stands up from the table, causing you to flinch and instinctively take a step back.

"Actually, I was told that we were allowed to study alone in one of the unused classrooms."

Your pupils dilate instantly just at the mere thought of being trapped alone with Wendy. It was already bad enough that you were chosen by her to be her tutor buddy, but now she wants you two to be isolated from everyone just to where she could do god knows what, whether it's something to you or someone else? This is like asking for death.

"Uhh.. are you sure you wouldn't just like to study over there somewhere?" You gesture your finger towards a different direction in the cafeteria in hopes of changing her mind, but her plan stays firm as she shakes her head.

"And be stuck seen in here with these losers? It's already degrading enough for me just having to sit at this table, you're real funny if you think I'm staying over here any longer." Wendy walks past you without warning, heading towards the exit.

"B-But.." you call out weakly as she walks further away. You mutter a curse under your breath, holding in a deep breath before you push your legs to reluctantly follow after the troubling girl.

You guys walk down the empty hallways in silence, an awkward tension very noticeably stirring up between you two as you try your best to avoid eye contact, maintaining a fair distance while Wendy struggles to think of how she can spark up a flowing conversation.

After a few turns searching around the hallways, you two find a vacant classroom. You open the door with your key, but Wendy still somehow manages to get a hold of the door before you, holding it open as her hand gestures for you to go inside. You quirk a brow but nod your head in a simple gratitude as you step inside. The further you walk inside, the more you start to regret signing up to do this tutoring program.

You really don't want to be alone with Wendy. You don't understand— Well, you do understand why you're so unsettled around Wendy because of obvious reasons, but it's not like Wendy's ever done anything to you specifically. She's never hit you, threatened you, or given you a dirty look.. Shit, you're not sure if you've even spoken to her other than today.

And if you're being honest with yourself, you know you're only scared of her because of all the rumors that's been passed around. Because truth be told, you've never really seen her in action before with your own eyes.

So why is your body giving you symptoms that make you seem like you're so terrified of her?

Why is your heart beating in erratic patterns even while she's not doing anything to you?

Maybe you don't trust her?

Yeah, that's it. You just don't trust her.

You sit at one of the tiny desks and Wendy pulls a chair out from another desk, setting it across from you. As she pulls out her phone you look back down at your clipboard. "Alright, so you need help with algebra 2 I see.." you mutter and Wendy hums unenthusiastically.

"Do you have any homework assignments that we can look over?" you ask, but she shakes her head muttering a quick "nope."

"Well, do you have any note—"

"Nope," Wendy says bluntly, interrupting you before you can barely finish your sentence.

"Do you have anything algebra-related in your binder?"

Wendy shuns you with another sharp “no.”

You sigh with disappointment, though you're not surprised, mumbling an awkward "okay" and flip through your work folder. "Well, that's okay because I have some worksheets in here that we can work on together, so—"

"—Hey," Wendy cuts in again, a little more aggressively than she had intended. Your ears perk up from the sudden, harsh interruption as your heart begins to gradually pick up its pace again as you hold your breath. "Yes?"

"You know, this is our first day of sessions. Don't you think we should get to at least know each other better so that we can get more comfortable working with each other?"

Oh, you're pretty sure you know Wendy well enough.

"Um.. I guess?" you mumble with uncertainty.

Wendy smirks and leans back into the chair, grunting as she stretches out her arms. Your eyes narrow down for a split second, noticing the shiny belly piercing adorned on her toned stomach as her dress shirt slightly lifts. Cute.

"So.. I already know we have each other's names established by now—me, Wendy, you, Y/N," Wendy says and you nod.

"So then, Y/N, tell me some things about yourself so that I can get to know you better."

"Just anything?" you ask and Wendy nods.

What is this, an interrogation? Why would Wendy care anything about you? Was this all just a distraction so that you two couldn't start on any work? (Yes, it definitely is)

"Um.. Uh.." you don't know what to start with or say first because, well, what are you supposed to say when you're put in such a sudden and awkward position?

"Come on. Just tell me the basics, like what's your favorite color?" Wendy says trying to help by giving you some ideas.

"Umm, my favorite color is blue."

Wendy nods, biting her lip. "Me too.. What's your favorite candy?"

"I like any sour candy," you state simply.

Wendy hums with the subtle nod of her head again. You continue for the remaining minute answering Wendy's questions about yourself, but you suddenly begin to stumble on your words, avoiding eye contact each time you speak as her piercing gaze bores into you in a somewhat intimidating way.

"Yeah, I have a younger sister and she.. she.." Wendy's resting bitch face is in full play and it does nothing but intimidate you. Her dull eyes pierce into the depths of yours, an impassive look's glued to her face as the corner of her lips is hung downturned.

Wendy's clueless about your fear because this is only her focused face, she's taking the time to study each and every one of your intricate features. She can't control the way her features curve, she doesn't even notice her facial language looks threatening in any way right now, but once she sees how uncomfortable you've suddenly gotten she quickly realizes and softens her expression again.

You still don't say much, avoiding eye-to-eye and staring down in your lap.

Wendy frowns and taps her acrylic in front of you to grab your attention. You look up, breath slightly shaky as you lock eyes with her once again.

"Hey, I know this is kinda awkward having to work with me n' stuff, and I know you're probably scared of me, I can't really blame you, I guess, but I swear I won't do anything to you.

Besides, it's not like you've ever done anything to piss me off, so there's nothing to even worry abbot. I promise I won't bite." There's a hint of humor to her words.

You look into her softened eyes and for once, you seek a little comfort. You notice your muscles have tensed down and you sense a small truth to her words. Still hesitant, you mutter an "okay" before you and Wendy continue this little get-to-know-each-other thing, you gradually loosening up and getting more comfortable the more you talk with her.

You and Wendy end up not getting any worksheets done or even starting on anything.

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You sit alone in the classroom, your patience gradually wearing thin as you wait for Wendy to arrive for your next meet-up.

It's nearly been seven minutes past the time the session was originally supposed to begin and Wendy still hasn't shown up or answered any of your questioning text messages regarding where she was.

You lean back in the chair, your feet propped up on the desk as you scroll through your phone to pass the time quickly. After another three minutes or so, Wendy finally arrives with a plastic bag in hand.

She sits in the seat already propped out for her and places her belongings down. "Hey!"

"Hi," you mumble. "You're twelve minutes late."

"My bad, my bad. Just had to go to the store real quick." She lifts the plastic bag, pulling out two water bottles and two bags of candy.

She slides one of the bags and a bottle over to you. "Here."

You never asked her to bring you anything.

You look down and see a bag full of blue raspberry gummy bears all coated in that sour sugar.

Coincidence?

Wendy brought you a bag of blue, sour candies right after you told her the other day that your favorite color was blue and your favorite types of candy were sour?

Maybe you're thinking too much into it since Wendy also bought herself the exact kind of gummies, but your intuition was right because Wendy was, in fact, doing this on purpose. You didn't know it, but this was her subtle way of showing her affection towards you.

You soon noticed a pattern as your sessions continued; Wendy would distract you with questions about yourself, never letting the two of you do any real work, and then the next session she would gift you small things that were or resembled your likings you would've mentioned the day before.

She would be slick about it too because she would never bring attention to the gifts, she would just hand them to you, never bring it up afterward and then continue her distraction question any time you would even think about saying the word algebra.

You can admit, you do appreciate the small gestures from Wendy, but you did not sign up for the two of you to just sit around hanging out and doing nothing productive.

You only volunteered to tutor, not to waste an hour out of your day making conversation with someone who's not even your friend. You might not be scared of her anymore now but you're just barely starting to settle your comfort around her.

You two have already had four sessions now and haven't gone far with anything. The most "work" Wendy's probably done so far is glance at a worksheet..

But you have to hurry up and get some sort of progress in because if the principal finds out you two have just been dilly-dallying the entire time then they won't hesitate to remove you from the program.

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Wendy makes her appearance very known as she busts into the classroom with a mischievous smile, late as usual, and plops down into her seat haphazardly. "Hey, so what's your—"

"We're doing work today."

The charm in Wendy's eyes darkens and her smile fades almost instantly from your sudden interruption. "What?.."

You slam your folder in the middle of the desk and slap a blank worksheet on top of it. "I said, we're doing work today."

Wendy narrows her eyes at you, quirking a brow. "Okay well, it's Friday. So that means today's technically a free day so really we can just start working on assignments next week—"

"—No, Wendy!" you state firmly, making sure to amplify the harshness in the tone of your voice. Your eyes widen slightly as you surprise even yourself with your use of assertion, it's a foreign concept to your usual sweet nature, but you narrow them down back seriously. "If you continue to goof off instead of completing any of your assignments then I'm going to have no choice but to cancel our sessions and find another person to tutor for."

Wendy's taken aback slightly by your change in tone, her impassive expression slightly making you uneasy since you can't tell what she's thinking or how she'll take this, but she doesn't try to fight your words and just ends up sighing, resting her cheek into her palm as she looks off with disinterest. "K.."

Concealing your feelings with a smile, you nod as a wave of relief washes over you, inhaling a jagged deep breath after you had unknowingly held in your breath again and pointing to the first problem on the sheet.

"This is a pretty simple problem to start with. Do you think you can try this out for me?" you ask with a forced tone of enthusiasm just for Wendy to shrug nonchalantly. "I guess."

You hand Wendy one of your pencils and slide the sheet closer to her. "Remember, I'm here for a reason, so whatever step you may get stuck on just ask about it."

Wendy gives you a single nod without looking up at you and stares down at the worksheet, all the numbers and wacky symbols already giving her a headache. Math.. God, the one thing she was trying to avoid doing.

After a minute of Wendy just staring at the paper, not even attempting to jot anything down, you tilt your head. "Do you need any assistance?"

Wendy groans. "No.. No. I'm fine! Just.." She grits her teeth, airing in aggressive breaths as her grip on your pencil intensifies until she punctures the sharp tip of the pencil into the paper, the lead slightly crumbling underneath the force as a tiny hole is formed. Oh no, she's getting stressed.

"Wendy seriously, I—"

"—I got it. Okay?!" she snaps, smoke practically blazing out from her ears. You flinch back from the aggressive tone, just nodding and deciding to stay silent, not wanting to irritate her any more than she already is.

You watch closely as Wendy sketches random lines and numbers, erasing them all and rewriting different ones just to erase those ones as well. Her mind cascades into a whirlwind of panic as the pressure starts to weigh down further on her, beginning to hurriedly jot down random stuff in the hope it will form some sort of sense and refresh her memory.

Wendy doesn't know a single thing she's doing. She never pays attention in her classes, especially not math, so this girl can't even grasp an idea of how to start these stupid equations.

And now she's in front of you, looking like a dumbass as she struggles with a problem that's supposedly supposed to be one of the easiest.

Wendy knows most people look down upon or think lowly of her when it comes to her smartness and knowledge in the core subjects, and of course, she's been one to never give a fuck about their opinions because she can just fight anyone who dares to speak about it, but it's different now that she's stuck in front of you struggling on basic problems, feeling your piercing eyes never leave her.. It makes her feel smaller. Dumber.

Heat radiates off Wendy as her cheeks flush a bitter, crimson red, and her face contorts into a grimace as her mind turns foggy. She's absolutely reached her limit now. She throws your pencil across the room, you ducking sideways just in time, and she buries her face into her palms, groaning in almost a screech and roughly pulling down on the sensitive skin of her face.

"Wendy? What's wrong? What are you struggling with?" you quickly glance down at her paper, seeing all the eraser markings and random numbers.

"Fuc— Everything! I don't fucking know any of this x and y shit!" Wendy blurts out, panically running her fingers through her hair as her face hues a darker red from stress and embarrassment, maybe even shame. "I—I—"

"—Wendy, calm down. Look at me."

She hesitantly lifts her head until you two lock eyes. You bore your vision far into the depths of her dark eyes, frustration clearly displayed outside, but there's also a newfound look of vulnerability you notice as you search deeper—something you've never seen Wendy express.

"I feel so stupid, Y/N.. I-I just don't know what to do," Wendy admits sheepishly, her eyes wavering as she looks down with a burning shame.

"Wendy.. it's okay to not know everything. That's the reason why you were put in tutoring in the first place—so I can help you. (Well..)

There's no need to push yourself down." You reach out to lightly place your hand on her arm but quickly pull back once she stares at you again with her sharp gaze.

Man, now you're talking to Wendy like this? Never has she felt so little, showing this side of her vulnerability to someone, especially to you. But in a way, despite how bashful she may feel right now, there's still a comfort she feels in admitting her weakness to you.

"Come on, look at me," you encourage. She looks back at you and sighs.

"I'll promise to go easy on you and make sure you understand this well enough, you just have to stop avoiding it."

Wendy tenses down and nods. "Okay.."

You smile and pull out your folder again. You pull out a note packet and place it in front of her. "Okay, let's start with refreshing our memory with the basics."

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To both of your surprise, there was a upgrade in progress from Wendy after the next few tutoring sessions.

No, it wasn't and still isn't an easy flow teaching Wendy when you're basically starting from the bottom, but at least you could tell she was actually trying, putting in some kind of effort. Although she still managed to sneak in some distraction questions to steal some minutes of your time; there was just no way Wendy was going to make it through an entire hour doing nothing but work, especially in her most hated subject. Even if it's with you.

She also continued to give you small gifts of the things you liked at the beginning of your sessions and you would still humbly accept them.

"Is this right?.." Wendy asks as she nervously slides the worksheet toward you.

She bites her tongue in anticipation as she watches you inspect her work. You look back over to her with a soft smile and nod. "Mhm, you did this perfectly!"

Wendy's eyes immediately light up, biting her lip as she tries to suppress a smile.

You've also been very observant of Wendy recently. Very.

Her actions, and the way she reacts to certain things.. One thing specifically you've noticed was the way her eyes perk up anytime you're pleased with an equation she solves correctly. She genuinely gets so giddy and smiley, it's almost like she's happy to make to proud.

Or the look of contentment on her face whenever you'd flash her an assuring smile, letting her know that it was okay for her to make mistakes whenever she'd start to become hard on herself.

You've also noticed other things.. Like her piercing obsession.

Both of her ears are pricked with piercings from the bottom to the very top; it almost seems like there's a new one placed in every other session! She has a belly piercing that you've already noticed during earlier meet-ups, a nose piercing, a lip piercing, a tongue piercing?!

And sometimes when she.. free balls it, you catch yourself looking down at her chest and noticing piercings in a little certain area you're too ashamed to admit you enjoy staring at. But hey, you only stare back when they look at you first!

As more time went by, you started to realize that even on days when you two weren't having your sessions, all the images of Wendy's piercings stayed engraved in your mind.

You weren't shy to admit, they were sexy and you did believe they made Wendy more of an attractive person.

But maybe that wasn't the only thing that you felt made her attractive..

Maybe it was the flow of her husky voice every time she spoke, the plumpness of her dark red lips moving keeping you transfixed.

Or maybe it was all the silver rings adorned on her slim fingers clacking against one another.

Or the comforting vanilla musk that trailed her every which way she went, although you did think it didn't really match her vibe.. But maybe that was what you thought made you find it more attractive.

Maybe it was the curve of her slender nose or the contour of her defined cheekbones. Her perfectly smokey makeup or the thick bangs that just barely covered the edge of her eyes as she carefully gazed at you with that look she'd shoot you with each time she was focused on listening to you talk.. the way she'd slowly lick her lips and ever so lightly bite the bottom of her lip.. every 'mhm' she hummed and the gentle nod of comprehension that'd come right after when you would ask her if she understood what you said..

Maybe.

Maybe.. you not only thought these qualities made her an attractive person.. but that these were the specific things that made you attracted to her.

Maybe the flutter in your heart every time you would catch yourself around her all this time wasn't actually out of fear or of not trusting her, but because deep down you were falling for her and that you subconscious was just trying to dismiss those feelings..

And just maybe.. you need to stop thinking 'maybe' to all of these things when you know it's all true.

You can't even try to deny it.

There's no 'maybe' anymore.

You are crushing hard on Wendy.

And normally you would shame yourself for having these feelings, falling for someone like Wendy out of everyone, but there's something about this side of her she's been showing you for the past few weeks and her charms that doesn't make you feel any regrets for feeling this way and only drags you deeper into her love trance

You and Wendy are basically flirting with each other in your sessions now.

She tells you jokes to make you blush, you stare at her in ways that you know will get a bright flush out of her, you two give footsies under the desk, you two bring each other snacks, sharing them, you two just blush at each other when you're not even doing anything!

There really is no hiding it, at this point.

Anyone with vision can clearly see you two want each other.

And you weren't stupid, though maybe a little obvious at first, because as more sessions went on you quickly caught on and realized that all of Wendy's gestures since the very beginning were all planned out and were done with the intent to win you over. And it was working.

Wendy on the other hand still wasn't sure whether or not you were feeling her.

Obviously, she could see the difference in your comfort level with her from the beginning of your sessions to the present, but what if you were only seeing her as friend material at most?.. which of course isn't true because you know you like Wendy, but as long as you don't confess it to her then she won't ever be sure.

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"Okay, solve this last problem for me, and then we'll be done for today," you tell Wendy as you point to one of the unanswered problems sitting on the worksheet.

Wendy nods, beginning to write away, and after no more than two minutes she hands you back the sheet. "Is this right?"

You scan her work and with a simple smile you lift your gaze back to her, humming a gleeful "Yup!"

Wendy blushes and applauds mini claps as she grins widely. "Finally. We're done!" she celebrates, springing up from the seat and picking up her bag.

You follow along with her, gathering all your belongings and putting them up before you throw your bag over your shoulder and follow Wendy out of the classroom, promptly locking the door afterward.

"So, where are you headed to once you leave?" Wendy asks as the two of you strut down the empty halls side by side, barely an inch of distance between you two.

You roll your eyes slightly with a chuckle. "Why do you ask me this every day when you know what my answer's going to be; home."

"Oh yeah.." Wendy mumbles as you roll your eyes again playfully. "So, what are you gonna do when you get home?"

"Study," you tell her simply and she fake gags, muttering "nerd" which results in you playfully shoving her side as you two fall into a mirth of laughter.

As you two exit the building, you feel a sudden buzz come from your phone. You look down and immediately frown, seeing as your mom just now had given you a heads up that she wasn't available to pick you up from school today.

Wendy hears your groan and turns to you. "What?"

"My mom can't pick me up, now I have to order an Uber.." you mutter, crossing your arms.

"Orr.. you could just let me take you home," Wendy blurts in a suggestion, holding her hands up as she holds a shrugging stance. "Just saying."

You shoot her an unsure look, not because of the idea of her wanting to take you home, but because that would mean you would have to ride on her motorcycle. And for someone who's never stepped foot near a motorcycle having someone like Wendy be the first person to drive them on one is kind of a terrifying thought.

"I don't know.."

"Oh come on, it won't be that bad," Wendy assures rolling her eyes.

You narrow your eyes at her. "Sure.."

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You cling around Wendy for dear life as you scream the entire fifteen minutes on the ride to your house.

Wendy giggles and continuously jokes with you throughout the way, teasing you with scares by randomly swerving or stopping in the middle of the road to tick you off.

As soon as she pulls up to your house you let out a huge sigh of relief. With how she was driving, you thought you weren't going to make it out alive.

As she parks, you continue to keep your head leaned on her shoulder, your arms still wrapped around her waist, squeezing tightly onto her abs.

Starting to blush from your action, Wendy jerks her head, clearing her throat to catch your attention, and you quickly widen your eyes in realization, letting go of her now feeling embarrassed once you see how you remained around her.

You unbuckle and pull off your helmet, handing it back to Wendy and she lazily hangs it on the steering handle. She rotates her body to the side and turns only her head to you as she watches you pull off your backpack and reach inside for your glasses.

You place your glasses on, slipping back on your backpack before looking over to Wendy, immediately locking into her gaze. "I guess I'll go now.." you announce unenthusiastically, prepping yourself to sit up from the motorcycle, but yet you don't find yourself moving.

"Alright.." Wendy says lowly, continuing to stare at you as she waits for you to make your move, but you don't budge. Not even an inch.

You continue to sit, motionless, held in a standstill gazing at Wendy as she shoots you an equal gaze.

She bites the corner of her lips hungrily, you unknowingly wetting yours slightly. The buzzing tension between you two grows as you subtly inch closer to each other; the unknown force between you is practically impossible to resist and the way Wendy's staring at you is so much more different than usual.. The burning intent behind her eyes is unspoken, yet you can understand it so well. And Wendy can see all the desires floating in the pearls of your unwavering eyes, letting her know that you're feeling the same thing she is.

The both of you can already sense what's coming next.

The thumping in your heart beats quicker as you inch closer to the point where both of your legs are pressed against each other. You two continue and continue to hold your hungry gazes until you finally crash your lips together in a heated kiss full of need and longing.

Your hand explores the back of her head, her hand cupping your cheek tightly as the kiss gradually deepens. Her tongue slips past your teeth in search of yours, dancing all around in your mouth and you softly moan at the action.

You two are kissing like you've done this thousands of times with each other.

After a few seconds you two finally pull back breathlessly, your chests heaving up and down and faces red.

"Oh.. wow.." Wendy mumbles, biting her lip as she eyes your numb lips that are now stained with her cherry lipstick.

You feel your cheeks burning, not even knowing what to say, and dart your eyes between Wendy and your house. You stare at her, wrapping your arms around her waist as you pull yourself in impossibly closer against her.

"I want to do that again."

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"Anddd done. Is this good?" Wendy asks, looking down at you with a simpering smile and holding out the sheet with her completed equation.

You take a few seconds to inspect it before placing it on the desk and warmly smiling up at her, silently already letting her know what your answer is. "Yup, you got this correct too!"

Wendy grins, holding her arms tighter around your neck and adjusting herself more comfortably as she sits in your lap. "Woo! You know, that was the fifth one in a row I've gotten correct. Don't I get my reward now?" Her palm rests under your chin, the tips of her fingers gently tilting your head back so your eyes only meet with her gaze.

You hum with a nod and lean in, softly pressing your lips against Wendy's. Your hands continue to hold tightly onto her waist, your nails gently digging into her back while Wendy keeps your head firmly propped up in her hold.

What's supposed to be a quick, innocent kiss quickly escalates into something a little more. You part your lips slightly, allowing her greater access to mingle her warm tongue inside with yours. Her breathy moans against your lips buzz throughout your body and you can taste the metal of her piercing as her needy tongue swirls all around your mouth.

Wendy squeezes her thighs around you tighter, clutching onto your hair in her strong grip and you moan slightly, lifting your eyelids as she gently bites down on your bottom lip. "You've been doing such a good job today." The gentle praise vibrates against her lips, sending needy chills up her spine and eliciting a sheepish giggle to bubble out as her cheeks flush a rosy pink. You smile smugly at the way you can make her shy so easily and lick her bottom lip into another messy kiss.

Yeah, uhh.. so you two do that now.

Ever since that afternoon of you guys' first kiss, a new relationship has been blooming between the two of you.

You're not officially dating, but you know you two have made it way past the friend stage now, and by this point, you two do know you like each other.. so why aren't you together?

That's a very good question that neither of you can answer.

Aside from trying to figure out this complicated relationship, you two are incredibly flirty and touchy with each other now, clearly.

Of course, though, only during the tutor sessions; you two act like no more than strangers during the school day, but sometimes during the one class you two share, Wendy will discreetly slide you little trinkets or candies as she walks past your desk.

Also, to bring context about that abrupt make-out session.. a method that you two have thought up to help encourage Wendy, even more, to complete her assignments and get them done correctly is treating her with a kiss for each equation she solves correctly on the first try. And this strategy has worked like a charm.

Like, of course, Wendy will do everything to try her very hardest so that she'll be able to share a kiss with you and hear the sweet praises you love to sneak in between that you know drives her crazy. How could she pass that up?!

You two continue to messily moan into each other's mouths, your hands eagerly exploring all around each other's bodies and the kiss becoming sloppier and losing more meaning as you two melt further into each other.

Right as Wendy's hand slides down to your lower abdomen, daring to try taking this heated make-out session into the direction of something further, she's interrupted as two firm knocks are heard from outside the door.

Now, who would be trying to come in here at this time?

Wendy groans, lazily pressing a series of kisses against your lips until she finally pulls back. She looks down at you in a daze, a smile quickly lifting the corners of her lips as she notices her lipstick smudged all over and around your lips. She places her thumb over your soft cheek, swiping away some of the lipstick before she pushes herself off of you and heads towards the door.

Wendy opens the door, her expression flipping like a light switch as a mean mug already plays on her sharp features, but she softens up just slightly once she sees it's only Mrs. White outside. "Hello, girls!"

As Wendy says her greeting, the older woman notices both of your faces, seeing that deep red stained messily all around your mouths.

She furrows her eyebrows in question but quickly shakes it off knowing she'd rather mind her business and not know what you two had been doing prior.

"What brings you here?" you ask as you discreetly try to wipe your mouth, Wendy's lipstick staining brightly onto the back of your hand.

"I'm just here to check up on everyone's progress, to see how well we've all been doing." She walks towards the desk you're sitting at, tapping her pen against her clipboard and clicking her tongue as she turns to look at Wendy. "And I especially need to check up on this one."

Wendy rolls her eyes while you cover your mouth in a silent chuckle.

"Yeah yeah, whatever." Wendy lazily flops down back in her seat as Mrs. White leans against the teacher's desk.

"Wait, so what are we supposed to show you?" Wendy asks, folding her arms under her chest.

"Just try your best to solve some problems on your own. And you," Mrs. White looks over in your direction, "ask her some questions about what you two have been working on so far to see how well she can answer them."

You nod in response and grab your folder, pulling out a sheet of notes. You and Wendy shoot each other one last preparing look, letting out a sigh before you two begin.

Mrs. White is astonished once she sees Wendy actually answering your questions correctly and solving these equations all by herself without even asking or looking over to you for any assistance. Yes, she might've gotten some wrong, but looking at the fact a majority of the problems she solved were correct was just enough for Mrs. White to put a smile on her face.

"Wow, Wendy. I can't believe you've improved so much! I'm seriously so proud of you."

Well, Wendy definitely can't say she hears that "proud" word told to her often. Wendy rolls her eyes, playing a smug smile as she blushes. "Yeah, you should be proud of me!"

Mrs. White shakes her head with a sigh and turns her focus over to you. "And you, Y/N. You've done an excellent job at tutoring Wendy; I don't think I've ever seen growth this significant in such a short time. I'm proud of you both."

You smile coyly, sharing your words of gratitude before Wendy groans and starts to shoo her off. "Okay this is getting too sappy for me, you can get out now."

Mrs. White holds up a pointing finger at Wendy, pursing her lips as she fights to stay professional with her words before she shakes her head, fanning off Wendy, and waves her last goodbye at you as she exits the room.

Once the door closes, Wendy looks over to you, grinning wildly seeing how your arms are already spread out for her.

She steps around the desk, straddling back into your lap and places her hands on your cheeks.

"Now, where did we leave off?"

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As more weeks go by, Wendy only progresses more and more.

If someone had seen her after not knowing who she was a few months ago, they would've never guessed this math genius was the same person.

She's improved so well to the point that it seems like she didn't even need the last few tutoring sessions she had just because she was that good! The grade in her algebra class has skyrocketed to percentages that no one would've believed she could ever achieve, and not only that, but you've also motivated her to take her other classes seriously too!

Of course, they haven't succeeded in advancing as well as her math grade, but at least she was finally turning in her work on time for once in all these years.

Also, Wendy's been so distracted in wanting to impress you, to please you, and to make you happy that she hasn't stumbled herself into any trouble or drama! No fights, no skipping, no detentions, no suspensions. None.

Wendy never expected to go this far with math, let alone any other subjects! It's so crazy for Wendy to think all she needed to take school seriously and become a (sort of) changed woman was to drag a hot, nerdy girl into her life.

The two of you sit on the bench outside the front of the school after you guys finally finish your last tutoring session of the year.

Your head comfortably lays on Wendy's shoulder as you two stare off into the orangey-pink hues of the nearing sunset. As she gently rubs on your thigh continuing to stare off into the sunset, she can't help but want to express the thought that's been lingering in the back of her mind for a while now. She turns over to you, barely parting her lips.

"Are we dating?"

Your ears perk up at the sudden question, turning only your head to her. "Are we?"

You two, after all these weeks and months, still haven't confirmed anything between each other. Why??

Why do you two have to be so complicated??

"I mean, we touch each other like we're a couple, we gaze at each other like we're a couple, and we definitely kiss like we're a couple.."

You turn the rest of your body to her and smirk, placing your hand on her waist and scooting in closer to her. "Well, then I guess you've found your answer."

Wendy blushes and looks down before she meets back with your gaze. "Well, can we go ahead and, you know, confirm it with each other—make it official? Our whole dynamic is going to confuse me even more if we don't put any official label on each other soon."

You giggle coyly and tilt your head. "Alright then. Will you be my gir—"

Before you can finish the sentence, you feel a finger forced onto your lips. You furrow your brows while Wendy shakes her head.

"No, I want to be the one to ask you it!"

You pull her finger down and shake your head slowly as you try to hide a laugh. "Alright then."

Wendy holds onto your hands, interlocking your fingers and squeezing you tightly.

"Y/N.." Wendy starts with a shaky breath, the intense blush on her cheeks taking over as she struggles to not stray her eyes away from you out of shyness. Wendy.. being shy. Once again, only you can do this to her, make her feel like this. "Will you.. be my girlfriend?"

You squeeze her hands tighter, your knuckles turning whiter and flashing her a bright smile. "As long as you'll be mine."

And with that left off as the final words, you two lean in, sealing your relationship with a gentle but strong and promising kiss.

i REALLY hope you guys enjoyed this..

— Seulgiwifee ໒꒰ྀི♡˵ᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈ ꒱ྀི১

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sassyjoy · 1 year ago

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once again

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part 1: paradise

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"do you think everyone knew already?"

"knew what?"

"peaches? that thing happened in the storage room?" you said hastily.

"why would everyone know that we had sex?" joy laughs.

"because someone saw us? i definitely heard the door closing. is this situation funny to you?"

"if you're that anxious, you should have gone back to the city when you had the chance."

"what?"

joy looks at you, "your aunt's already back. you were only supposed to work here for a week, remember?"

"and besides, don't you have a job back home? why did you extend your visit here when you originally planned only to stay here for seven days?"

"to worry if someone has seen us screwing in that secluded area of the storage room?" you immediately covered joy's mouth upon hearing what she said. you looked around if anyone was near, nervous that someone caught the words slipped past her lips.

she removed your hand on her face and asked, "are we done? can i continue doing my job now?"

"aren't you afraid of the idea that someone might saw us? aren't you afraid of that news being known by everyone? aren't you close with them? aren't you worried that your 'godly' image will be tainted?" you asked consecutively that made her look at you with furrowed eyebrows.

she took one step closer to you and said, "i am not afraid if someone saw me getting railed. i don't really care if that 'person' spread that news to everyone. i mean, who cares? what's wrong with having sex?"

"stop worrying over nothing. you're just overreacting." joy said when she gave you a playful smack on your arm to ease your mind.

"was that sex too good for you to be concerned?" joy laughs before fleeing the place. she did not even look to see how dumbfounded you are to her remark. she's being cocky when you're about to lose your mind.

you've been annoying her for days now since you had sex with her in the storage room, but she's just giving you her displeased look, obvious that she's not amused by what you're saying.

you extended your stay in the province for another week and your auntie was more than pleased to hear that. she thought that you enjoyed doing farm work, but what she didn't know is that you had more fun doing joy. you can't seem to forget that day. she was great; you loved every second with her during that moment.

you were actually more worried by the idea that someone has seen joy naked in that cold room instead of you being seen doing the actual deed. the moment you saw her nude body, you knew that it shouldn't be shared with others and that it shouldn't be seen by anyone except you. most of the workers in the farm were men; they would probably imagine her flesh as they jack off. that's what you believe in since you had already done that just by thinking of her.

you wanted to have sex with her again, but you couldn't find the perfect timing. every time you were about to ask her, someone would talk to her about something nonsense. you were about to think that everyone approaches her wants to get in her pants.

one time, you were assigned in cleaning the dining area together as your group finished lunch when someone came to get her so you were all alone doing the dishes. she clocked out early because of that. is that person someone important to her? that she left her job in the afternoon to be with him for the rest of the day? when you asked your co-workers who that was, they said it's the veterinarian whom joy is close with. his name is youngwoo.

the following day, youngwoo came to visit the farm again. he kept chatting with joy and for some reason you find that very annoying. you haven't even had a chance to talk to her in the morning as youngwoo wouldn't leave her side for a minute.

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it was your day off, but your aunt asked you to give a deliver a package somewhere. she said it was urgent so you immediately left the area to take it. the drop off place isn't far, probably a 10-minute walk from where you are staying? you pressed the doorbell and to your surprise, it was joy who opened the door. so this is where she lives.

"what are you doing here?" she asked as she opened the door. she was wearing this white shirt that almost reached her knee and maybe shorts underneath it? you're not sure since she's wearing an oversized tee and you can't see her outfit fully.

you handed her a small parcel, "my aunt asked me to give you this." you were about to leave when joy called your name.

"hey, wanna come inside?"

her place is small, but it's perfect for someone who lives alone. you could tell that she loves scented candles as there were some placed on the table. you were amazed at how clean her home is. her books are arranged and her plants have their designated spot and not just they were placed around in the room. there is a huge stuffed toy beside her bed and you wonder if she has ever used that to please herself.

you were just looking around her unit minutes ago and here you are letting joy sit on your lap. you were kissing each other, obvious how thirsty you were to one another. her legs were wrapped around your waist, and her arms around your nape, not wanting to let you go.

the kissing session went steamy. both of you were touchy. you kept caressing her back down to her butt over her shorts to squeeze it. joy, on the other hand, kept on grinding her clothed sex on your bulge. she's wearing black shorts with thin fabric so she can feel how hard you are in your pants.

"your lips are so soft." you whispered in her ear, trailing the kisses to her neck that made her eyes shutter close. your hands traveled inside her oversized shirt and made its way to her breasts and to your surprise, she isn't wearing a bra. joy cupped your face to kiss you again. she nibbled your lower lip as you play with her nipples beneath her shirt. you just love how perfect her breasts were in size. it feels like they are made just to fit in your hands so you can play with it.

you were about to remove her shirt when a sound of the doorbell was heard. the two of you quickly pulled away from each other, surprised at what you had just heard. joy pulled down her shirt as she went off your lap. she hurriedly fixed her hair before opening the door.

"youngwoo? hey, what are you doing here?" joy asked youngwoo who came unannounced. you went near the door that made joy push you onto the side so you won't be seen by her guest. the door is still partly opened, and you're guessing joy doesn't want to let him in. the idea of joy not wanting youngwoo to come over inside and you being invited makes you laugh.

"you forgot this at my clinic yesterday." youngwoo said and you can see a paper bag being handed to joy. she looked at what's inside and her cheeks turned red that made you curious on what she received.

"i think you pushed that under my table when someone came in yesterday."

joy threw the bag away, but you were quick to catch it. her eyes went big at what you did, nervous that youngwoo might see you.

"i still can't believe you just pulled down your skirt and left without your underwear." he chuckled. you dropped the bag on the floor upon seeing what's inside. you scoffed when you realized what was happening.

"what's that noise?" her unwanted guest asked as he tried to look inside her apartment. but joy was swift to cover his view.

"uh, nothing!" she signaled you to move back to your hiding spot.

"hey, i'm really busy right now- i'll call you later. bye!" joy said before closing the door. youngwoo wasn't even able to bid goodbye when the door was shut. joy quickly picked up the bag on the floor and before she even placed it somewhere, you found yourself kissing and pinning her on her door.

you haven't heard any footsteps leaving joy's unit. you knew that youngwoo is still there outside. maybe he's waiting for joy to come out again? is he expecting that he's fucking joy tonight? that their 'unfinished business' yesterday will resume? well, too bad. you're the one fucking her today. he must've done everything to her when he had the chance.

you hurriedly pulled down her shorts and underwear to only see her pussy already wet. you're only kissing, but she's already this wet? you wonder if youngwoo has the same effect on her.

you didn't think twice and just shoved your mouth on her core. it was smooth and plump, and you love every part of it. joy is pleased with what you are doing to her. you could tell that you are doing a great job eating her out when she started grinding on your face. you held her waist to be in place. she moaned loud when you suck her hard. you love how she tastes.

"is that all you can do? fuck me with your mouth?" joy said as she held your hair as if her life depended on it. you went back to her lips and she could taste herself from your mouth.

"why? hasn't youngwoo fucked you good enough?" you inserted a finger inside her dripping pussy that made joy open her mouth out of surprise. she didn't see that coming.

"is he that bad? that you invited me inside so we can fuck?" you added another finger causing her to hold onto your shoulder for support. her knees weaken as you continue to hit her spot inside her cunt.

"or you just wanted me to fuck you until you can't walk again?" you said while joy shut her eyes tightly. you felt hot liquid on your fingers, and when you looked down, you saw her squirt. she released a heavy sigh when you pulled out your fingers.

"just... just fuck me already." joy said breathlessly. you made her suck your fingers coated with her cum and you find her pretty as she gladly tastes herself off your fingers.

joy watched as you remove your pants and briefs. she saw how your dick sprung out of your underwear, hard and with veins poking out. she momentarily forgot how big you are and how she had a hard time walking after you had sex.

you made her face the cold wall of her room and without any warning, you filled her hole with your long and thick cock. this position is definitely one of her favorites. doggy style. she matched your thrusts with moans. you gave her ass a slap and you saw the mark it left on her right cheek. your left hand is on her waist, steadying her as you fuck her, while your right hand wander over her body.

"please... please fuck me harder." joy says as you continue to pound into her fat ass. your hand reached for her breast beneath her oversized shirt and gave it a light squeeze. joy removed the remaining fabric she's wearing making you smirk as you don't have to tell her what you wanted to do.

"you're so fucking tight!" you slapped her butt causing her to whimper. you leaned forward and placed soft kisses on her shoulder. as you continue to rock your pelvis on her ass, you held her dark long hair in your fist and yanked it downwards. joy could hear the slapping sounds from her behind as you kept pounding deeper and deeper.

"touch me... right there." joy moaned when you cupped her breasts and played with her hardened nipples. her eyes were about to roll behind because of the pleasure she was feeling. you loved how messy she looked when you fucked her last time, and it just turns you even more now that you're seeing that version of her again.

"does he fuck you like this?" you whispered in her ear as you punctuate each word with a hard thrust. you shoved your cock more, hitting a certain spot that made her moan loudly.

"no- shit!" joy answered before tucking her lower lip under her teeth. you love the way your cock slips in and out of her cunt easily. you're addicted to how tight her hole is. this is probably the reason why you have decided to extend your stay in the province. you can't get enough more of her body.

"joy?" a loud knock was heard from outside of the door. you both knew it was youngwoo. he's been there for minutes already. you wonder if he already has the idea that joy is getting railed in her apartment.

youngwoo kept calling joy but the latter couldn't care less. the only thing joy cares about is how hard and good you're drilling each inch of your thick dick inside her and that how rough you're fucking her.

"seems like i'm not the only one who likes your body, huh?" your pelvis slaps against her ass, making her perky breasts, butt cheeks and thighs jiggle. other men in the farm would definitely do anything just to be in your position right now. it's visible that they're lusting over joy's sexy body whenever she's working with them. it's funny how they've been working with her for months already, but you got to fuck her before them and you're just staying here temporarily.

"fuckkk!" few more pumps and joy orgasms first. you felt her clench around you as you keep thrusting into her. you placed your hands on her waist, too focused on filling her with your cock. her legs are shaking, feeling weak as you keep crashing onto her pussy. you've resisted for as long as you can until hot spurts of cum were released from your cock. joy felt your cum dripping down to her legs when you loaded it inside her cunt.

she lied down on the floor, her pussy still throbbing from the intense activity. her hair was all around her face and you could tell that she got tired as she was still breathless and some sweat dripped from her chest.

"let's clean up first." you chuckled when you didn't get a response from joy. you picked her up like she weighs nothing, and she was too surprised by your action that she quickly held onto your nape.

"what? you sore?" she slaps your chest upon hearing what you said.

"isn't it obvious?"

"sorry, can't help but to fuck you hard." you laughed, knowing you did that because you knew that there's a chance that youngwoo heard both of your moans. maybe if he heard that he'd stop pestering joy and you'll be able to have her all on your own. and speaking of youngwoo, it seems like he left midway your intercourse. it's funny how you fucked joy too well that she forgot that he knocked when you're having sex earlier.

you entered the bathroom and gently placed her down. you proceeded to open the faucet of the shower to clean her. you were telling the truth when you said that you'll clean her up, but an idea just popped into your mind.

“shit- stop…” joy moaned when she felt your finger teasing her pussy. you kissed her shoulder and her nails dug on your skin as she started to lose her senses again. “just my fingers, i promise.” you whispered. she bit her lower lip, which you find very hot, then you added another finger and started fingering her faster.

#red velvet joy smut #red velvet smut #girl group smut #park sooyoung smut #joy x male reader #seulgi smut #kpop smut #girl group x male reader #joy smut #irene smut #kim yerim smut #yeri smut #wendy smut #son seungwan smut #kang seulgi smut #bae joohyun smut #kpop smut fic #kpop fic

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kyuusberry · 4 months ago

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set up — bae joohyun (irene)

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 :: 𝘆𝗲𝗿𝗶 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝘁 𝘂𝗽 𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝗴𝗼 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹.. 𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻’𝘁 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹

𝗶𝗯: 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝘆 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝘆 @/𝗿𝗼𝘀𝗶𝗲𝗵𝗿𝘀

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seullovesme · 8 months ago

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Thinking about giving g!p wendy head while her big veiny hand pushes your head down so you can take in her entire length 🫠 - 🍯

ohmygodohmygod yes yes yes yes yes

wendy is clearly aware of how much you love her hands, especially the size of them 😍 babe has got some big ass hands... she has you on your knees, fully undressed with her cock in your mouth as she's thrusting up tryna chase her high. once she's close, she puts her palm on the back of your head, forcing you down on her and the lewd noises of your gagging just makes her more and more eager to cum. at this point, she's basically using you as a toy 😵‍💫 oh and the way she pushes your head all the way down until your nose meets her lower abdomen, her tip hitting the back of your throat, completely ignoring the tears streaming from your eyes because she's entirely lost in the pleasure of your throat contracting around her length and your breath tickling her. you just sit still with your mouth filled her cock as she shoots her load, and all you can do is watch as she throws her head back, her eyes rolling back. with she string her cock spurts, her body twitches and she lets out a deep moan. when she's done, she lets go and you spring up quickly to breathe, swallowing the spit and cum. wendy is drained and she's just leaning back with her head resting on the back of the couch, panting like a dog. you're glad she was satisfied.

and yes i did go based that one part of her live....

#seullovesme » replied!#anons » 🍯#wendy smut #wendy x reader #wendy red velvet #son seungwan x reader #red velvet smut

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purecantarella · 2 years ago

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Red Velvet Reaction : Almost First Kiss

i thought to do this on a whim and i think it'd be rather cute so i hope you all enjoy!! i do base everything on the first meeting so if there are bits of confusion you can read it but its not necessarily needed red velvet members x reader disclaimer/s : a few curses but in terms of content we're good. fluffy and angsty content, wbk.

Bae Joohyun / Irene

Social cues weren’t exactly the oldest member of Red Velvet’s specialty. Of course she was intelligent and very aware of her own social image when it came to her idol persona. But she was still often lost when it came to relating to others.

You loved that about her, but also it made being her girlfriend an uphill battle.

Like during your first getaway as an official couple. It had been a perfect night, you and her having a quiet night going from food stall to food stall. Her dietary restrictions shot to hell with her wrapped in your arm as you walked by the cool ocean.

Once she was feeling tired of walking, you halted and placed your overcoat on the sandy beach. Irene felt a rush of heat flood her cheeks as you plopped down and opened your arm to her with a loving and warm smile on your lips. The crashing of the waves against the shore relaxed the singer to no ends, your warmth only adding to the sensation.

“I think you needed this, with all the performances and dealing with the girls,” Irene giggled beside you as you imply her members are more mischief than their worth. “You haven’t had much time to unwind and be yourself.” You place your lips on the crown of her head.

Irene says nothing for a moment, only moving to wrap her arms around your waist. “All of that was fine…” She whispers quietly before shyly pressing her nose into your neck. “I just hated being away from you.” You smile and pull her closer to you as the night moves in front of the both of you, enjoying the calm it brought.

Irene soaks in the moment, bliss was the only thing on her mind. You on the other hand, can’t you’re your eyes off her lips, wondering just how they would feel against yours. If when you two did kiss would it be warm like she’d always imagined or if when she smiled you would too. You breathe a shaky breath before you clear your throat and pull away slightly, much to your girlfriend’s dismay. Evident by the complainant whines.

Unable to hide the smile on your face, you lift your hand, brushing the stray hairs from her face. The charming smile on her face only makes your heart soar even higher than it already had. “You are the most amazing and perfect person I’ve ever come to know, and I’m so glad you chose me out of everyone who came your way.” You gush making the older woman smile even brighter.

Before you can lean in or do much of anything, something shoots up from a distance, illuminating the sky with a series of brightly colored lights. You both gasp and your quick to cover her ears from the sound. You look back down at her, the serenity of the moment shattered, but the childlike glee on her face makes you forget anything else.

“Look at that, N/n!” She says with an unbridled sense of joy. You feel a sense of hope, maybe you could salvage this. But once again, the mood is ruined as she squeals in shock and fear from another firework shooting up in the sky. You smile and shake your head, covering her ears further and pulling her closer. “I’ve got you, Joohyun.”

It wasn’t long until you both made your way back to the hotel, Irene needing some rest after the long day of walking around and spending time together. While you went into the bathroom to take a shower, Irene excitedly told her members about your day spent together as a couple.

“Then there were literal fireworks! It was magical and Y/n…” She sighs dreamily, “Y/n was absolutely amazing. Gosh I’ve never felt this way before…” Yeri giggles and takes the phone from where it was propped up in the kitchen. “Oooohh, somebody’s in loooove!” She teases in a childish manner. Irene blushes and rolls her eyes before the phone is snatched from the youngest member.

“Wait. Did you two kiss?” Seulgi asks with a teasing smile. But Irene’s expression quickly shifts into one of confusion. “…No…? Did she want to kiss me?”

There’s a silence before a loud whine comes from the phone, most definitely from Wendy. Snatching the phone from Seulgi, the vocalist was now the focus of the camera. “How could you have not wanted to kiss her?!” She pauses to laugh ridiculously. “The ocean, what she said, the serendipitous fireworks?! It was straight out of a movie, unnie!”

The realization of the romance of the moment suddenly dawns on Irene and she feels the need to smack herself in the head. “Shit.” Irene mumbles, amusing her members on the phone.

“You really are clueless, aren’t you unnie?”

Kang Seulgi

Seulgi liked you, a lot. But more than that, she liked getting involved with your life, friends and family, and most of all, your work. Popping into your bakeshop so much that patrons thought she was the manager, thankfully they weren’t aware of her identity or fame.

Her days off were spent there, tirelessly watching you in amazement and adoration. Today was no different. You began frosting the tops of your order’s cupcakes when you realize your girlfriend’s subtle gaze. You giggle to yourself before shooting her a playful glare. “Stare at me any longer and I’ll have to ask you to pay a fine.”

Seulgi merely smiles and props her cheeks up on her own hands as she continues to stare at you lovingly. “I’d happily pay millions to see that smile every day.” You roll your eyes before placing the piping bag down and motioned for her to come close. She stands upright and places a hand on her chest, feigning confusion to which you laugh and beckon her to hurry.

"If you're going to be here as often as you are, you can at least help." You complain jokingly. She looks at you nervously before tentatively picking up the bag filled with icing. You watch, holding back laughter, as she sloppily iced the top of your cupcakes. Feeling a twinge of guilt when you hear Seulgi wince when she squeezed the bag too hard.

Quickly and carefully, you take her hands in yours, guiding her movements in a fluid motion. Your lips press gently against the shell of her ear, innocently whispering, "Take it slow, there's no need to rush it."

Your girlfriend blushes and silently follows your movements until there's a clean swirl atop the pastry, confidence from moments ago melted away. She turns to face you and is flustered to see you as close as you were.

Only a mere breathe away.

Seulgi looks down at your lips, the light sheen from your lipgloss and the scent of cherry made her head spin. Her eyes look for yours, which are glued to the cupcakes bellow the both of you. The warmth of your radiant smile and general body heat made the dancer even more flustered.

Realizing she hadn't spoken since you stepped in to help, you refocus your attention to Seulgi. Your smile brightens as you watch her gazing at you, so flustered and so cute. You lean in to brush your nose against hers.

"There you go again with the staring, Seul." Your girlfriend smiles as she inches closer, until your noses are pressed against one another. Her eyes find yours as yours watch her lips.

Before your lips can really connect, the bell of the bakeshop rings out, your client's voice pulls you both out of the moment, "Y/n? Are the cupcakes ready?"

Your eyes widen before panic runs through your veins. You pull away from the dancer to prepare the boxes. "They'll be out in a few! I'm sorry for the wait."

Once again, Seulgi watches as you dash around the kitchen with admiration oozing from her eyes. She continues to ice the cupcakes beside her carefully. Her mind lost in imagining what your real first kiss will be like.

(you and me both seul)

Son Seungwan / Wendy

"You've been hauled up in here for days..." Wendy mused as she leaned against the doorframe of your office. Your head shot up and your glasses fell down the bridge of your nose. A low laugh falls from the singer's lips as she approaches you. "Were you really not going to pay me a visit?"

You chuckle, staring hopelessly at your laptop. The draft of your unedited chapter staring at you, taunting you for it being left uncompleted for as long as it has. Your attention is pulled from the semi-blank page when Wendy plucks your eyeglasses from your face.

The singer pouts before propping her head on her hand, staring up at you with soft puppy dog eyes. "Can't you take a break? Even for a few minutes?"

You chuckle softly before taking her free hand in yours, "Editors want these chapters by the end of the week." Squeezing her hand in yours apologetically, you look down back at your screen. Much to Wendy's dismay.

Half an hour flies by, inspiration slipping away from you, but Wendy only sat there, either on her phone or roaming around your office. Patiently waiting for your attention like a pup. You look at the time on your screen, a flourish of guilt building in the pit of your stomach. You wanted to give her as much attention as she needed.

You breathe a soft sigh, before pushing yourself out of your desk, catching your girlfriend's attention. Her eyes brighten as you smile up at her, "I could use a break. After all who better to spend my day with than my muse." You stand and walk over to Wendy, who can barely contain her joy of being called your muse.

You place a soft kiss on her temple before wrapping your arm around her, pulling her into you. She smiles up at you and begins to ramble on about the things she wants to do with you, your mind wrapped around the look of her lips as she does.

Realizing that you were zoning out, she places a hand on your cheek, thumb brushing your cheekbone gently as she stared up at you with adoration and love in her eyes. Your heart felt like it would combust in your chest.

"You alright?" The singer asks, her English accent sending another wave of bliss over your body. You're unable to say anything or hide the smile that creeps up on your lips. You place your hand on hers, leaning into her touch.

Then a stroke of genius hits you.

Your eyes burst open and you abruptly pull away, and laugh madly to yourself. "That's it! That's what I've been trying to find." You plop yourself back into your desk chair and begin typing madly, the blank page filling almost instantly. You smile up at her proudly, seeing only a look of confusion on her face.

You smile even brighter, "Go get ready, baby. We're going out tonight, and we'll do everything you want and more." She approaches with a warm expression, one that only overflows your heart at this point. "I just need to send this over to my editor..." You pause, reaching over the desk, caressing her cheek lovingly.

"I really would be lost without my muse." Wendy merely blushes and turns a heel before skipping happily over to your closet in hopes to find some clothes she'd left at your house while you excitedly type an email to your editors.

All the while, you can't stop thinking about Wendy and just how much you were going to kiss her later that night.

Park Sooyoung / Joy

Three months more of absolute torture and Joy still couldn't fine it in her heart to break-up with her boyfriend. Each time she tried she was met with immense guilt or something got in the way before she could end it with him.

None of that irritation could really make up for you though.

You were somehow more and more insufferable every time Joy saw you. A cocky smirk, a passing snide comment, and on the rare occasion, flirtatious actions that made the singer question her own morals. You were an absolute pain in the ass, but she couldn't get enough of you.

"Are you actually going to do it this time or are you going to chicken out like you did last week?" Irene chastised over the phone as Joy pushed her way into her soon-to-be ex-boyfriend's apartment. She scoffs at her leader's sarcasm, "After last nights 'date' I don't think I can stand another minute dating him, unnie. It has to end today."

The conversation doesn't last for too long after that given Joy needed to ride the elevator up. Her mind raced at what she was going to say to him, what he would feel. Another pang of guilt rings in her chest as the rickety steel doors open for her. Walking in, she presses the floor number and leans back on the metal frame before pulling out her phone again to feed her boredom.

As the doors begin to close a hand thrusts itself through the metal, making Joy squeal in terror. Only for the doors to slide open to reveal you, grinning proudly at the chaos you'd ensued. "Hey there, pretty girl." You pause, taking an almost playful step into the elevator with her, "I like you screaming like that, you should do it more often in front of me." You tease, the shit-eating smile still very present on your face.

It pissed Joy off to no end. She had no idea why though.

She crossed her arms and forces herself not to look at you. From the corner of her eye though she sees you looking at her shamelessly, grin still prominent on your face. Joy looks over at you, eyes dripping with frustration. "Are you just going to stare at me the entire time?"

You laugh and push yourself from the metal railing of the elevator, "I could do much more if that's what you're asking me, Joy." You tease, her name slipping from your lips in the most irritatingly attractive way she could imagine.

"Please, like you could." The singer snaps, only goating you on. You laugh heartily before leaning uncomfortably close to her. She remembers how you did something similar the night you first met her and her heart rushes as the smell of your earthy perfume reaches her nose. Your smile falls, a sense of seriousness looming over your expression.

The foreign expression on your face makes her nervous. You press your lips firmly together. She watches as your eyes fall from hers to look down at her lips. "I've told you before, Joy." You pause, your voice firm, "Don't test me. I might not be able to control myself."

You inch closer, testing the waters. Joy was conflicted, you were so annoying to her but she couldn't help but wonder how your lips would feel against hers.

A sort of magnitism she figures.

"You're trouble." Joy whispers before a small smile etches on her lips. You mirror her expression, leaning in closer. "So I've been told."

You hesitate as her breathe hitches. Your eyes find hers, desperately looking for an answer to the questions you had from the moment you first laid eyes on her.

Slowly, but with conviction, she nods, giving you the go ahead. Before your lips can meet though, the elevator dings pleasantly as the doors slide open. Your brother standing on the other end of the steel frame, eyes down on his phone as Joy squeaks and you jump away quickly.

Your brother looks up and smiles, "Joy! Y/n! You two just get here?"

Joy sputters as you simply stare at him, ashamed of yourself. Guilt reeks from you as you laugh awkwardly. "Yeah, I saw Joy a couple blocks down and decided to drive her here. Make sure she's safe." You rush out before stepping out of the suddenly hot metal box.

Your brother quirks a curious brow before you usher him to his unit, "Give me a second, I left something in the car, I'll be right back, oppa."

Not thinking much of it, he shrugs and walks to his unit, leaving you and Joy alone again. You breathe a sigh of relief as Joy laughs nervously. "I guess that was a close call, huh?"

You don't speak. Only brushing past her gently. You hold the elevator doors open as Joy turns to speak flustered. "I uh...look I didn't mean for things to get too far and I hope you don't think badly of me-"

You cut her off, all brightness in your voice instantly evaporated. "It was just as much my fault. Don't worry about it." You pause before looking her sternly in the eye. "If you don't want to be with my brother. I suggest you make that obvious to him."

"I-"

"And until you've figured that out...I think it's best I don't show my face." Joy hesitates at your words but she hears a slight tremble in your voice. "I would have never done this to my brother but you...you have some sort of pull on me, Joy. And I can't stop myself around you."

In attempts to lighten the mood, Joy whispers, "Bad girl has a heart?"

You laugh bitterly before reaching out to caress Joy's face, bringing her an odd sense of comfort. One she'd never felt with her boyfriend. You bite your lower lip and look down, "Go back to your boyfriend, Joy." Pulling your hand back, and locking eyes with her as the doors shut.

"Bye Joy."

The door closes and Joy takes a moment to recollect herself as she finds herself in front of her boyfriend...your brother. He looks over his shoulder with a warm and kind smile. Upon seeing her confused face, he approaches her and places his hand on her cheek.

It was cold and foreign to her. Her mind races, wondering why she ever got together with him in the first place when you were there, just waiting for her. You could be everything she'd ever needed.

"Are you alright, sweetie?" His voice breaks her focus, and she sees his warm smile...the innocence in his eyes. She smiles up and shakes her head. "Just a little tired."

All the while you sit in your car for a couple minutes, hoping she'd walk out of the elevator and come looking for you. You close your eyes and breathe out your disappointment.

"That's karma for you, N/n..." You whisper to yourself as you start your car and drive off.

Kim Yerim / Yeri

You felt her eyes on you the entire evening, at first it was rather flattering. But then as the night wore on, you began being worried and a little insecure about yourself.

Finally having enough of it, you look over to your girlfriend with a exasperated expression. Yeri's taken aback and begins to flush as you look at her. You chuckle at her expression before reaching for the TV remote, pausing the movie on screen.

Adjusting yourself to face her better, you lean on your shoulder as you smile at her sheepishly. "Everything alright on that side of the world?" You ask jokingly, making her giggle and shuffle towards you.

You can tell she's thinking hard and it's bugging her. "Hey..." You pause, placing your hand on hers, weaving your fingers into hers, squeezing and offering her a bit of comfort. "What's wrong?"

Yeri hesitates, jolting forward but pulling back. Her member's words reverberating in her head.

Earlier in the week, her members and her were enjoying a break from their rehearsals. While they drank water and picked up some light snacks, the youngest member immediately pulled her phone out and giggled to herself. Her member's stare at her curiously before she waves them off, "Y/n just sent me a funny picture of her when she was younger."

Wendy and Irene share a look as Joy and Seulgi giggle to themselves, playfully kissing the air to tease the young woman. She simply rolls her eyes and continues to type away at her phone and smiles so brightly. It makes her groupmate's hearts melt.

"So just how serious are you and Y/n?" Irene asks, motherly instincts kicking in. Yeri flushes a deep red before putting her phone away, playing with the case. "I don't know exactly...I like her though." Unable to repress her smile, she shyly turns on her own axis, "I really like her."

Before any of them could tease her though, she began, "But..." The girls watch her intently. Wordlessly, she lifts her hand up to her lips. A chorus of gasps pull from the girls's lips before a barrage of questions flow between the five women.

Suddenly feeling the pressure to show you her affection, Yeri decides to text you asking if you want to sleep over soon.

Back in the moment, she hesitates and practically rocks back and forth. You watch her eyes, gazing down at your lips. You smile and raise her hand to your mouth, placing a delicate kiss over her soft knuckles. One on each finger before you stare up at her with a warm smile.

"There's no rush Yerim...It can wait." You pull her closer, wrapping your arms around her shoulders, leaving feather light kisses over her shoulder, the corner of her jaw, "I can wait, alright? I like you a lot, and I want our firsts to be special...not out of compliance."

Yeri pulls away and smiles at you, shifting to leave a lingering kiss on your ever redenning cheek. "You're a gem, N/n..."

The smile on your face brightens before she curls up into your lap, grabbing the remote from you to play the movie from the beginning. In spite of your complaints, you settle down quickly and pull her impossibly closer, savoring the feeling of the young woman in your arms.

why did joy's come out the longest ? HAHAHAHA i hope you all enjoyed!! i love you all and see you all vv soon!! byeeee 💖 oh and if there are any filo fans here who are going to the itzy or mamamoo or blackpink concerts in the Philippines, let me know and we can meet up maybe. - r

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garbinge · 6 months ago

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Snow Angel

Wendy Case & F!Reader Nero Padilla & F!Reader Jax Teller x F!Reader 30 Day Fic Challenge

Word Count: 3.5k words A/N: This is a really heavy fic. Inspired by the song Snow Angel by Renee Rapp

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, DEPRESSION, ADDICTION, ABUSE, SELF HARM, DRUGS, ALCOHOL, MAIN CHARACTER DEATH, INSINUATES READER DEATH, this is an extremely heavy fic, like probably the darkest, heaviest fic I’ve ever written. This is everything not to do when coping and grieving.

SOA Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics (have been a bit inactive on tumblr so this might not be up to date, if you'd like to be added to my SOA taglist please shoot me a message!)

After Jax’s funeral you left California. You were sure that there were whispers around Charming about you, that you were running away, not facing your destiny, not stepping up. But none of that mattered to you. The entire state weighed too much on you, the memories, his memory, it was like a feeling that hit you when you entered state lines. When you left, you thought the feeling would fade, that maybe you could go back to normal, back to who you were two years ago before you met Jax, before you fell in love with him. Unfortunately for you, that wasn’t the case. You were 3,000 miles away but shortly after your first week back out east, you realized that even though Jax’s memory was littered all over California, he was here with you too. Most people kept that thought close to their hearts, it offered comfort to most who were mourning, the idea that no matter what someone is always with you in your heart, but with where you were at in the grieving process, you wanted nothing to do with the memory of Jax Teller.

That was the first month.

The second month was the opposite. You searched for anything that reminded you of him. The regret of leaving the one place where you’d be able to find him anywhere, where you’d be surrounded by so many opportunities to reminisce was drowning you. It pained you so much that you made a memorial for him in your backyard. It wasn’t much, a small 12x6 stone with his name, birthday, and death day engraved on it. It was placed in the dirt right in front of the only tree in your yard, it allowed for flowers to be placed along with any other mementos you wanted. You visited it everyday, you sat in your yard while the leaves turned orange, and even though the days blended together, you made sure to fill each day with a phone call to Wendy, Nero, and the kids, a backyard chat with Jax’s memorial, or making your home feel more like home with pictures from your time in Charming.

The third month was…different from the ones prior. The leaves had left the trees completely and everything felt empty. You were barely home, out with people you barely knew, using alcohol as a suppressant. You stopped returning most of your calls, only answering Wendy’s on occasion to talk with Abel, but truthfully, every time her’s or Nero’s name popped up on your phone, your heart dropped, you felt it in your gut every time. You were never fully coherent when the calls came so you weren’t sure if your gut sinking feeling was the heaviness of being reminded of your past, what you knew would be disappointment from them of your current actions and state, or because deep down in your drunken subconscious you thought it’d be Jax every time you felt your phone go off.

The fourth month was a combination of all the months before it. The trees were still just as bare, the air was a bit more chill. You hated Charming just as much as you missed it. On your walk to work, you’d see Harleys on the street and smile despite knowing none of them would ever be the one biker you wished. After work, you’d go to happy hours with your coworkers, now it seemed that small talk and two strong martinis could numb a lot of the emotion. On your way home from it all, you’d talk to Wendy, the kids. But never Nero, you knew he’d bring you back to a reality that you just couldn’t face currently. The other thing you avoided was the memorial. Like clockwork, you wrapped up your call with Wendy as you walked up your back steps and made sure your eyesight never fell on the stone, never fell on the single oak tree.

The fifth month, this one felt like the month where it was unacceptable to feel anything anymore. All your new friends who never experienced loss the way you had were probably tired of being around someone that carried a cloud with them. Wendy had invited you to one of her family’s parties close to where you lived. You knew she had family out east, but when she had shared the invitation with you, it was shocking to see just how close. It’d be your first time seeing everyone, and to your surprise, you were looking forward to going, to be around people who understood your grief. What’s misery without company, right? You were the first to arrive, the only others being there were those who were living or staying in the house, Wendy being one of them. Despite her smile and embrace making you feel better for just a millisecond, it was quickly washed away when you saw how normal everyone was acting. Sure, half of Wendy’s family wasn’t neck-deep in depression over the man they never met, but Wendy was, well, she was thriving. There were no signs of drugs, she was drinking ginger ale all night, not a drop of alcohol, her laughs were echoing in your head. You tried to mimic it as you stood in the same conversation as her but you felt your breath hitch in your gut and nothing was coming out. It was a strange feeling to be happy for someone while also being insanely jealous of them as well. But despite any of that, you were still the last to leave the party.

After hugging Wendy goodbye, you grabbed your coat, ready to leave. As you skipped down the steps of her aunt’s building, you stepped on the sidewalk, hands in your pocket as the cold shivered down your spine. Looking up, you saw how the sky looked dark but light at the same time, a sign that snow was coming, and you were right. A few flurries fell and it was followed by more heavy ones. They’d make a great addition to the snow that was already on the ground, but that silent 2AM snowfall was the real hero of the night. It was peaceful, calming, after being in a room where it was hard to breathe, the crisp, cold air filling your lungs in the silence of the winter night was everything you needed.

As you approached your house, your hand moved to unlatch the gate to enter your backyard. It was like muscle memory, just an automated movement of coming home late in the night, head down in your thoughts before making it up the steps to your backdoor. But something about this night was different, maybe it was the silence of the night that moved to your head, it wasn’t consumed in thoughts which is why your muscle memory failed you. Your eyesight moved over to that one tall oak tree in your yard, and something deep red–almost brown below it. If it had been 20 minutes later the snow would have made it impossible to see, but it caught your eye. With a deep breath, you took a step down and made your way over to the memorial. As you got closer, you realized what caught your eye was a bouquet of dead roses, realizing that a lot of time had passed since you had stood here in front of the stone you put here to remember Jax.

Squatting down, your hand extended out and brushed the snow off to read the words etched into the stone. Aside from his name and the dates, you forgot that you had etched in one of the things he had said to you, and likely written down in one of his many journals a year before he took his life.

Find your own truth. It will lead you to the things you love.

Reading it, it took you a minute to hear it in his voice, and truthfully that broke you a little bit. There was a time where you heard Jax’s voice in your head everyday, but somewhere along the way you stopped talking to him, stopping looking for him in your thoughts, in your day, and apparently that meant you had startecd to forget his voice. But when it suddenly filled your mind, you smiled and moved to sit down in the snow. Despite the smile, and the irony that you were quite literally sitting on ice, you felt the cold bring the rawness of your grief to the surface, thawing out after all these months of hiding it away.

You went from squatting to completely laying in the snow now, sprawled out staring at the sky next to the memorial.

“Been a minute.” You spoke up, talking to the sky. But it felt off, obviously you weren’t going to get a response but looking for him there just felt… empty. Your head turned to look at the memorial and your mind suddenly just pictured him there, laying next to you.

“Still pretty as ever, darlin’.” His voice wasn’t the only thing filling your head, your imagination or maybe the couple drinks you had, were letting you visualize that trouble-making smile and baby blue eyes you could drown in.

“What truth did I find?” You asked him, knowing that something had to have happened when you read the words on the stone. Something lead you to him.

“That you can’t run from it.” He answered almost immediately.

“You did.” Instictually, your eyes moved back to the sky, avoiding wanting to look him when you said those words.

He didn’t answer right away, but when he did, he was changing the topic.

“How’s the east coast treatin’ you?” You could hear the smile in his voice, like he knew that you probably hated it.

“You know I fuckin’ hate it.” Your head snapped to look at him and the smile filled your face immediately as you saw him staring at you with a grin.

“And yet, you’re lying here in the snow.” His eyebrows raised and his shoulders shrugged.

You both knew why you were doing it. Why you were suffering through the pain just for a small moment of content with him.

“I’ll make it through the winter if it kills me.” You said it more as a motivation, like you needed to hear the words to convince yourself of it.

“Finding things that make you happy shouldn’t be hard.” His voice was serious, and it was the one you had come to know very well in the years of knowing him. That light and comedic personality was one that was rare and unfamiliar to you. It was what you tried to hold on to in these moments but it never stayed long.

“I have things that make me happy.” Another statement where you were trying to convince yourself.

“Drinking doesn’t count.” The smirk was back on his face.

You were going to argue, tell him he wasn’t in the position to call the shots but instead you laughed. Because laughing made you happy.

“Look, I’m trying.” With the sigh came the visible exhale of your breath and with it, the image of Jax in your head began to fade.

“I know, darlin’.” His hand was extending out but then the memory of him faded in your head.

Without giving it another second, you stood up, brushed the snow of of your back and forced herself inside. It took everything in you to go because with the overflow of emotion you were feeling, you knew what you had to do. It began with taking down most of the photos around your house, memories from Charming, pictures of you and Jax, pictures of you in the clubhouse, with the kids. You left some, a couple of photos of the past would seem acceptable, something to pass small talk over when new friends would come over. “Oh yea, that’s when I used to live in California, seems like a lifetime ago!” You knew you’d never mention that your ex-boyfriend was dead, that he drove his bike into a semi-truck on the 580 just like his late father. That really tended to put a damper on small talk, just like the abundance of reminders you had of this life in this house.

You were rushing to clean it all up, if you sped through this maybe the healing would come just as quick. But that never worked. Speeding up the grief never did anyone any good, and maybe there was a piece of you that knew that, but there was another part of you, the part that tended to take over, that was hopeful, that was grasping at whatever you could to try and feel normal again. It was obvious you weren’t okay, if the tossing of memories into the depths of your closet in trash bags wasn’t enough of a sign, the washing down of your anti-depressants with a bottle of Jack was. But you were trying, wasn’t that enough to ask of you?

You woke up the next day on the couch, not sure if the sun or the headache was what woke you up so early but one thing was sure, you needed coffee. You trudged to the kitchen and poured what was left over in the pot into a mug and took a sip. Immediately you made a face and stuck your tongue out, moving to dump the mug and pot into the sink and put on something fresh.

As you moved to put on a fresh pot and try and get the disgusting taste of stale, cold, coffee out of your mouth, there was a knock at your back door. Any other day you probably would have been a little more aware, look through the window to see who it was, hide and pretend no one was home, but instead you just added opening the back door to your many movements of swinging around the kitchen.

As the door swang open, the person on the other side just stood on your back step as they watched you move around the kitchen. He wasn’t the type of person to just walk in without an invitation so he just stood there.

“Early bird gets the worm, huh?” The sound of the man’s voice caused you to freeze.

After what felt like eternity you turned to see Nero standing at your wide open back door, his arm perched on the frame as he waited patiently.

He looked inside, down the hallway-like kitchen you lived in, his way of asking to be let in.

“Uhm, hi, come in.” You moved to the side and waved him in.

“Wasn’t able to make it to the party last night, I told Wendy I’d stay with the boys while she saw her family but I wanted to stop by and see you before we headed back home.” He didn’t make the move to hug you as he walked by, just let his hand sit on your shoulder for a few seconds before taking a seat at your kitchen table.

“You want coffee? I just put on a fresh pot.” At the mention of the kids you wanted to scream. You just worked hard to push this part of your life away and here it was banging on your door. Okay exaggeration, knocking, knocking on your door.

“Yea coffee’s good.” Nero nodded, looking completely comfortable in your kitchen like this was a common event.

The pot was still brewing so you just stood there watching the coffee drip into the pot.

“How’d you like it?”

“How are you?”

You both spoke at the same time. Nero thought it was funny while you stood there feeling sick to your stomach.

“However you make it is fine.” He smiled.

“I put a shit ton of sugar in mine.” You reached to grab it from the counter above the machine.

“That’s fine.” He lifted his hands up nonchalantly.

“So, how are you?”

“I’m good, got this job downtown, I go to meetings and happy hours, put data in powerpoints.” You normally would speak this so sarcastically because you hated every second of it but you wanted to be convincing to Nero and that meant smiling and brushing off his questions of concern.

“Guess that’s why I haven’t talked to you in a while, you’re busy living the American Dream.” He teased.

“Yea sorry, life just been so crazy, I try to call the boys once a week.” The pot was finally done and you started to pour the liquid into two mugs.

Truthfully, you stopped talking to him because it’s easier to lie when you don’t have to say anything. You continued to bullshit your way through this conversation with him.

It was your average boring catch up conversation, until he said the words that caused you to snap.

“Jax wouldn’t want you living this way.”

The words echoed in your head, they bounced against your brain just like his voice from last night. “Finding things that make you happy shouldn’t be hard.”

“Well maybe he shouldn’t have killed himself if he wanted me to consider his opinion.” You snapped at Nero.

Nero didn’t speak so you continued.

“I’m trying, so hard, I left Charming, I’m eons away from where I was when I first got here. You have no idea, I was a wreck, I’m functioning now.” You started naming off all the things you’ve worked through. “And you know, you have no room to come here, to my home and tell me Jax wouldn’t want me living this way. You have no idea what it’s like to meet someone who broke your heart. I blame him because it’s easier that way, but I still fucking look for him in everything, I look for him in myself.” Your finger slammed into your chest as you pointed to yourself. “Despite my desire and wish for things to be the way they were, I can’t even think about it without hating it. What I used to love, I hate now. Motorcycles. Charming. Care-free living. Do you know what it’s like to look in the mirror and not even recognize yourself?” The tears were flowing from your face as you screamed. It wasn’t really meant for Nero but he was on the receiving end of it all.

Your head buzzed from the yelling that abruptly stopped as you just stared at Nero. Your voice was a whisper now. “Some days I wish I went a different way, a life where I never met him, never loved him, never lost him, or maybe even had an opportunity to change it, right, but I know if I got the chance I’d do it all the same. I know I’d never been able to stop him, no matter what I did.”

Nero stood up and reached out to you and much to your surprise, you let him. The embrace was something in those few seconds that he was making his way over to you that you looked forward to, one that you felt was going to provide just a bit of comfort, but when he wrapped his arms around you the feeling fell short. Because it wasn’t him. The one thing that would help you was impossible to obtain.

“I’m okay.” The coldness washed over you, the feeling of just letting so much off your chest and sobbing so much just to be left numb was like a veil falling over you.

“I’m okay, um, we should get dinner later tonight. I promise I won’t yell.”

Nero let out a laugh. “It’s good to get out, figured you weren’t talking about it much when you stopped answering my calls.”

“Pick me up later?” You asked and he agreed, moving to the backdoor.

“You sure you’re good?” His hand was on the knob as he stood back on the step before shutting the door.

“Yea, I promise, I’m good.” A smile forced its way on your face.

Nero nodded and left which led you to bring yourself to the bathroom to clean yourself up. Staring in the mirror at your red, swollen eyes.

“I’ll make it through the winter if it kills me.” The words were said at such a whisper as you stared at yourself, convincing yourself to push through the pain. Your mind wondering why despite all your hurried effort time passing went so slow.

You barely recognized yourself as you stared in the mirror. It was one thing to feel it, so disconnected from who you thought you were, but right now you felt like you could see it. It made you wonder if you really took the time to look at yourself over the last 5 months, and despite every hardworking effort, not only could you not see yourself, but you couldn’t see Jax anymore either.

So you let your eyes go dark and imagined the one thing that maybe would bring you closer to him.

#Jax Teller #Jax Teller Fanfic #Wendy Case #Nero Padilla #Jax Teller x Reader #SOA #Sons of Anarchy #SOA Fic #soa fanfic #sons of anarchy fanfic #garbinge #my writing

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insomniakisses · 2 years ago

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Dont cum

Short drabble ;) “dont cum”

Alpha sub wendy x alpha dom reader

“Your cumming already?” You laugh completely ignoring her whines and protests as you squeeze the base of her cock, your other hand rubbing the tip of her cock. Successfully ruining her orgasm and torturing her already sensitive member.

Pulling away you smile mockingly at her the look along causing her to swallow nervously, eyes widening when she hears the metal jingle of the cock cage.

“No! Alpha please!”

But its to late your pinning her down again, pushing her tiny cock into the cage and securing it. Making sure to lock it before giving it a warning tug, silently telling her to behave.

“You better be a good girl and not cum, or ill leave u locked up until youve learnt your lesson”

Yelping she cant help the needy whimpers escaping her lips when you flip her over, cock hitting the mattress as you land a harsh slap to her bare ass.

Reaching into ur boxers you free your rock hard length, pumping it a few times with a low moan that has her ass clenching in anticipation. Teasing her puckered hole with the tip you give no warning before slamming into her, hips taking off at a rough pace.

“F-fuck!” She moans when you reach around to grab her throat, spanking her with ur other hand. Her arms loose support as she falls flat on the bed, cock aching from sensitivity she cums. Breath hitching when she feels u stop and ur grip tighten.

#red velvet #red velvet smut #red velvet imagines #red velvet reactions #red velvet x reader #alpha red velvet #alpha reader #alpha x alpha #son seungwan #wendy #wendy smut #wendy imagines #wendy x reader

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d-dalladalla · 2 years ago

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how would g!p wendy be like in bed?

<3 WENDY!!!!!!!!!!!

SO WHINEY!

humming, groaning and low moans

so so gentle

holds you the entire time

so big, has to make sure your pussy is soaking before fucking you

hips rolling into yours

likes to spread your ass so she can watch how well you take her cock

praises you constantly and how good you are for her

moans get higher as she approaches her orgasm

holds off as long as she can

dirty talking you, hips rolling faster and fingers reaching around to play with your clit and push you over the edge to orgasm

loves watching you cum, your face, listening to your moans, the way your clench down on her cock

immediately triggering her own

empties into for so longgg

cum leaking out and staining the sheets beneath the two of you

long and low groans the whole time

#Gp!Redvelvet #Red velvet smut #Wendy x female reader smut #Son seungwan x female reader smut

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revnjo · 10 months ago

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WEREAHOTMESS #2HOT4TV

SERIES BY REVNJO

REDVELVET X 6TH! FEMALEREADER

- Reality TV show about the infamous girl group Red Velvet! Sure they may seem like they’re the nicest angels ever until you put cameras in their homes where they show their true colors! Prepare for petty fights and infuriating moments with your favorite cake girls!

WARNINGS: cat fights, sexual tension, sexual themes, death threats, mentions of stalking, dark themes revolving around abortion, murder, cursing, physical violence, drug use, exploitation, abuse of power, and more

NONE OF THIS IS REAL

MASTERLIST

S1 EP1-20

EP1- PILOT

EP2- CUM$LUT XP!!

EP2- WORST DAY OF MY LIFE!

EP3- DOES THIS HAIRSPRAY MAKE ME LOOK FAT?

EP4- WHAT DID I TAKE? IDC IDK!?

#red velvet x female reader #bae joohyun #irene red velvet #joy red velvet #kpop gg #kpop red velvet #seulgi red velvet #son seungwan #wendy red velvet #kang seulgi #park sooyoung #yeri red velvet #kim yerim #men dni

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fanfiction4sooya · 1 year ago

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Addictive

Just something about ms Wendy bc she is on my mind lately and her abs are out of this world I can't-

Smut, porn without plot, +18, pussy licking, praising (we all know wendy knows how to eat pussy idc)

You were stepping out of the shower when you heard the front door open and shut. Knowing your wife just got home you smiled to yourself, waiting for her to call you as you knew she would. Except she didn't.

You frowned and went looking, finding Wendy without her shirt sitting on your couch. 'Hello, abs' you thought.

"Babe? Is it anything wrong?" She looked at you, a pained expression on her ace. You immediately rushed to her side, sitting down. "Wendy?'

"I'm thirsty" She pouted. You slapped her arm, lightly.

"Wh- why didn't you tell me? You scared me!" You slapped her again and she laughed. "I'll get you some water" You were about to get up when she held your wrist, pulling you to her lap.

"No need, I'll drink from between your legs in a minute" Her playful demeanor was still there, but you knew she meant business when she hugged your waist staring at your lips.

"Oh" You blushed. "That kind of thirst" You circled her shoulders with your arms as she kissed your lips next, pulling you impossibly close to her bare abs and making you whimper.

"I've been craving you all day, fuck" She kissed your collarbone as you gripped her short hair (your favorite her style for her). "You smell so good, baby"

"I just got out of the shower, of course I smell good" You playfully rolled your eyes. She laid you down on the couch, your bare pussy already getting wet because of the look of complete adoration on her face.

"No" Kissing you one more time, she massaged your tongue with hers swallowing your moan and completely dominating the kiss. "You always smell so good it's insane" She dipped a finger in your entrance, making you close your eyes and a moan rip out of your throat.

"look how wet you are already" She brought her finger to your lips and you sucked on it, rolling your hips looking for some friction.

She trailed a few kisses down your body, knowing very well she didn't have to wait a lot for you to get turned on by her. You observed every move, completely enamored by her. She kissed your patch of hair, admiring your cunt.

"You look so pretty" You clenched at that, she knows that praising you is the fastest way to get you going.

Kissing your clit you jolted with the contact, smiling down at her; Her tongue entered your slit first and you grabbed the couch, bucking your hips and she held them down, humming at your taste and nosing at your clit. Licking softly in an up and down motion she tasted you one more time, stopping at you clit and sucking on it.

You were so horny that you couldn't even hold your moans, being louder than you usually was, bucking your hips onto her face.

She kept that pace, looking at your flushed face, your parted lips, your tummy and those beautiful breasts of yours, swallowing your whole image as one more of your sacred moments together. You were her holy grail and she would always adore you as such.

"Babe, please" You pleaded, opening your eyes enough for you to look at that image one more time before spilling you juices right there on her pretty face. "I'm coming, fuck" She only hummed acknowledging and reassuring you that she knew it very well.

Your legs were trembling around her head, your pussy violently clenching with each suck of hers on your swollen clit but you knew she wouldn't stop so soon. It was her little ritual of making you cum and then cleaning you up licking you some more until she got satisfied.

Were you crazy enough to complain? Of course not.

After a few minutes she kissed back the little trail she did before and then kissing your pretty lips, you moaned as you tasted your own arousal.

"You taste amazing as always, my wife" She stated looking at your eyes, her face glistening with your wetness.

"Babe, you say this for about four years already" You blushed.

"Well four years, two months and..." She did a little math on her mind. "Nine days" She smiled, kissing your lips again and nudging you cheek with her nose.

"You are crazy" You laughed, hugging her.

"Not crazy" She laughed. "Addicted? Yes, definitely. And I have zero fault on you being so addictive" She stated with a more sultry tone, making you shiver while kissing your neck one more time, definitely going for a second round...

#son seungwan #red velvet wendy #wendy smut #wendy x you #wendy x reader #red velvet smut #wendy's abs live on my mind rent free #gxg smut

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seulgiwifeee · 8 months ago

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In a sad mood so can we get wendy comforting sad reader

♡ Member: Wendy x Femreader

♡ Theme: Fluff

♡ Warning: None

Word count: 2.3k

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Two light knocks are heard outside your bedroom door followed closely with a voice you weren't expecting to hear so soon. "Hey, Y/N?"

Wendy.

Knowing that it's just a few hours past noon, you assume that Wendy must've figured a way around her schedule to arrive home early from work today. You can't deny, you're of course glad about this, but still, not even your lover's presence or the gentle call of her voice can excite you enough to lift the continuous sadness that caves over your mind. All you can muster out is a sniff and sink your head deeper into your pillow.

Wendy presses her ear against the door after struggling to hear an audible response from inside, but eventually after a few more silent seconds she just turns the doorknob, pushing open the door and stepping inside to the scene of you sunken beneath your sheets, curled up closely to the wall with your back facing her. She leisurely walks towards the bed, giving herself time to examine your figure while hearing your occasional sorrow sniffs and whimpers.

Wendy was already sensing dull vibes after walking into a dead silent and empty house and standing outside your bedroom, not hearing any signs of life come from inside although she knew very well that you were in there. But this is just the cherry on top, she can clearly tell that you've been rotting motionless in that same spot for at least a few hours now, wallowing in your secluded emotions, and the pitiful sight of you only causes the joy in her heart to weaken in sorrow even more.

You can feel the mattress weigh down beneath you as she sits on the edge of the bed and rests a gentle hand on you, soothingly rubbing up and down your back while she continues to let you sulk for another good thirty seconds. "What's wrong, babygirl?" she asks with a frown. (Sorry, you can't convince me she wouldn't call her girlfriend babygirl)

You don't respond. Instead, burrowing your head further into the comfort of your pillow and tucking your knees closer into your chest.

Wendy sighs, twisting the top of her body around to meet your curled figure. "Baby?"

Again, not a word is said from you.

Wendy pouts at you, fully climbing onto the bed and laying behind you. She wraps her arms around you and pulls you in close for her to spoon you. Her breath is warm against your neck, sending a wave of chills up your spine as she whispers again. "Talk to me, Y/N. What's up?"

You slip your hands up from beneath your head and bring them down to hers, intertwining her soft fingers with yours. You hold your laced hands close to your chest and sigh as you shake your head.

You swear, you're not intentionally trying to ignore or be difficult with Wendy. In fact, you do want to spill everything that's been bothering you in that jumbled mind of yours, you really do, but despite all that, your stubborn little mouth just won't allow you to execute them into physical words.

She nudges her head against yours. "Come on, Y/N.."

You don't understand why you're not talking.

"Do you just not want to talk about it right now? Will you at least tell me later?"

You give a single nod.

Wendy frowns, but like the amazing girlfriend she is, she still hums understandingly, not wanting to push your patience any further with all these inquiries and snuggles her face closer against your nape, purring slightly.

"Should I leave you alone for now then?" she asks but you quickly shake your head. You might not be in the mood for venting, but you sure don't want to be left alone again to deal with all these invading thoughts. You need her touch and scent so you can at least stay sane to some extent.

She slightly peaks over you. "Well, since you want me to stay with you but aren't going to use your words with me can you turn to me so I can at least see your pretty face? I've barely seen you all day!"

You restrain yourself from moving at first, anxious about how Wendy will react once she sees the mess your face has been shaped into, but eventually you give in and weakly roll over to her, though your lids remain clenched.

You feel the tender touch of a hand cup your flushed cheek, a thumb swiping a lone tear. "Open your eyes for me, love," Wendy directs oh so sweetly.

You sigh, but oblige, fluttering your lashes open until you're making immediate eye contact with Wendy, revealing your all to her.

Now, Wendy can see you clearly, noting your red eyes, the puffiness of your swollen cheeks, the now dried mascara tear stains tattooed down your face, your rosy nose and all your hurt, being so much more apparent to her now.

"Aw my babyy," Wendy whines in her tiny voice, jutting her bottom lip out and staring at you with those big puppy eyes she knows you can never resist.

Wendy leans in, pressing a chaste kiss to the tip of your swollen nose and rakes her slender fingers through your disheveled hair. She leans back, continuing to analyze you with a frown and swipes a loose hair from your forehead. "I hate it when you look sad. I mean, you somehow continue to look adorable even like this, but it's still hurting my heart," Wendy says, sneaking in a tease in an attempt to crack a smile on your somber face, but it goes overlooked as you only focus on her other words, your guiltiness being fueled more and you instead frown.

Making Wendy sad is the last thing you wanted.

"My bad," you mutter, flaking your gaze down in guilt as Wendy finally hears your broken voice for the first time this day.

Wendy scrunches her eyebrows and quickly shakes her head at you. "No no no no no! Shh!" She smushes two fingers against your lips to hush you up while staring you down with a stern look and her lips pursed, continuing to firmly shake her head. "Don't you dare apologize to me for anything. All you need to do is stay here laying your pretty body down while I do everything I can until I can cheer you up and make you give me a genuine smile."

"You really don't have t—"

Wendy cuts you off, forcing those two silencing fingers to your lips again as she whistles another aggressive and long 'Shhhhh.'

"Don't.." she trails off with clenched teeth, cocking an eyebrow as she glares at you with one of her playful, exaggerated faces. Her eyes rapidly look you up and down and she failingly hides a smile, struggling to even take herself seriously. You can't lie, her expression almost stole a chuckle from you too.

"Now, baby," she starts, her tone softening again as she lowers her fingers, "do you want to go out somewhere or shall we just stay home for now? I'll do whatever makes you happy."

You look off into thought. You do want to go out with Wendy and have fun, really, but again, you simply just don't have the right energy built up to. "Here."

Wendy nods, trailing her fingers down your cheek and slightly lifts your chin. "Alright then, but first before you or I think about saying or doing anything else, I need to freshen you up. A clear face will be the start of a cleared mind." Wendy's thumb rubs over your smudged mascara.

You nod, getting ready to sit yourself up, but Wendy gently pushes you back down as your back's just barely risen from the bed, waving her finger as she shakes her head again with a disapproving hum. "No. Let me be a gentleman." Wendy scoots up quickly from the bed, grabbing onto you and dragging you by your waist to the end of the bed, completely taking you by surprise and picking you up as you gasp, carrying you bridal style.

Wendy giggles looking down at your startled face and exits the room, walking into the bathroom.

She places you on the sink counter, keeping her hands on your hips as she smirks up at you. You roll your eyes, your lips stubborn though a low, sarcastic remark still manages to slip past. "Oh, what a gentleman you are, Wen."

Wendy grins, feigning a blush as she places a hand over her mouth, pretending to get shy and twists a wavy lock around her finger. "I know right?! Aren't you just so lucky to have me?"

You shake your head looking away from Wendy as you fight to suppress the smile that's trying to creep onto your lips. Wendy whines with a playful pout and pinches your cheek. "Oh come on! I almost had you there! Just smile for me, pretty girl!" Her hand goes under your chin, squishing your cheeks upwards like putty to force a smile with your stubborn lips.

In her other hand, she wets a rag and begins to clean your face in gentle strokes. You both stare at each other silently, Wendy's tender gaze and a smile never leaving her, leaving you feeling all want warm and fuzzy inside just like every other time she's affectionate with you.

"Done!" Wendy announces pridefully once she wipes over your cheek one last time and places the rag down. She places both hands on your silky cheeks forcing you to look down at her and smiles contently. "Smooth just like baby skin now! Don't you already feel so much better now?"

You nod quietly.

Wendy grabs a nearby brush and combs through your hair to get all the tangles out and brushes it high up into a bun. She pinches your cheek again.

"Come on," Wendy gestures holding out her arms. You scoot closer off the edge, wrapping your legs around her small frame and scoot completely off the counter, clinging your arms around her neck as she holds you tightly. She giggles some more as she walks out of the bathroom carrying you and mumbles with a grunt. "My big ole baby."

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You and Wendy silently lay on the couch. She's settled beneath you as you lay on her chest, your eyelids resting closed as you're lulled into relaxation listening to the pattern of her heartbeat and the sensations from her skilled fingers massaging your head. You can feel yourself nodding off.

Well, until you hear a sudden knock from the front door. You're pretty sure you don't remember inviting anyone over or ordering anything.

But Wendy on the other hand gasps, her eyes gleaming with a childish joy and gently but swiftly sits the both of you up. Well, clearly it seems like she knows what or who's out there.

"What's that?" you ask lowly but Wendy doesn't answer as she continues to skip over to the door.

Your body stays limp as you continue to lay flatly on the couch, although this position does give you a disadvantage of seeing who Wendy's speaking to as she thanks them for whatever she's received and then closes the door.

"Y/N!" Wendy coos, moseying on behind the couch with her hands held behind her back suspiciously.

Your eyes slightly cross looking up as Wendy towers over you, cheesing down widely at you. She removes her hands from her back and reveals a large bouquet of assorted pink and white roses above your head. "For you, my love."

You gasp, immediately sitting up from the couch to get a better look at them.

She hands you the flowers and you happily accept them, looking down and admiring them in shock. Just by the size and neatness with the way they're arranged you know they had to have been one hell of an expensive buy!

"What in the world, baby?! These are so pretty!

Are they really for me?" You place your hand to your melting heart as Wendy nods in confirmation.

"When did you even buy these?" you ask smelling the sweet earthiness of the bouquet.

"While you were busy laying on me I wanted to get these for you to cheer you up because I mean it's flowers! Who doesn't love flowers? I picked out the ones that I felt were as beautiful as you and made sure to buy the fastest same-day delivery they could do.

Just know, I might've bought the prettiest flowers, but they still could never come close to your beauty!"

Oh, you can't take it anymore, she's officially gone too cheesy! You can already feel your teeth molding in cavities from the tooth-aching sweetness of her actions, and the heat is unavoidable as your cheeks flush a deep crimson. You shield the lower half of your face in a failed attempt to hide your shyness. "Thanks so much, Wen. Really."

"It's nothing," Wendy shrugs, giving you a smug look as she flicks her hands over her shoulders to mimic brushing away dust.

She continues to look at you, a smirk held proudly while she slightly tilts her head looking at you with a certain look In her eyes like she's expecting something else to be added.

"What?"

"I don't know why you're purposefully holding yourself back from doing it," Wendy says crossing her arms.

You tilt your head, even more confused from her vague wording. "Holding myself back from what? What are you talking about?"

Wendy places her hands on her hips, tilting her head at you.. as if she expects you to be able to read her mind. "You know what I'm talking about.."

You stare at her completely clueless.

"Come on! You know.." Wendy crosses her arms.

After a few seconds of sharing confusing eye contact, you soon catch on to what she's insinuating, pressing your lips into a straight line and looking up with a defeated sigh. Fine, she wins.

Finally, you give in to her and smile coyly, covering your mouth as you giggle quietly.

Wendy does a mini celebration, cheering a "yes!" and pulls you in tightly in victory for finally being able to crack a smile out of you.

"Finally! Now, there's the smiley Y/N I've been waiting all day to see!"

I mean come on, it's flowers. I feel like flowers can instantly make anyone's mood better! And hopefully this cheers you up too anon,, Also FINALLY.. I have a Wendy fic posted

— Seulgiwifee ໒꒰ྀི♡˵ᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈ ꒱ྀི১

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sassyjoy · 1 year ago

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back to you

genre: smut

word count: 609

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"i fucked you once and ever since i can't stop thinking about it." you said breathily when joy pulled away from your lips to kneel down to face your crotch.

your friends said it was fun paying someone to have sex with, but you didn't believe them until you experienced it. you just wanted to try it since it was the thing everyone kept blabbering about. with your friends, you went to a club and you saw this woman and it was the first time that your eyes laid on someone that is insanely beautiful. you find her graceful as she moves on stage and perform a lap dance on one of the male audience. the bid on her was high, and you knew you had to triple the amount the other people were offering. and finally you won. you have the night to have sex with the hottest performer in the club, and her name is joy.

she is even more gorgeous without her clothes on. looking at her curves leaves you in awe. joy has the body that everyone wants to fuck nonstop. she's fuckable. your first experience with her was phenomenal. it was the best sex you have ever encountered. that is why you find yourself coming back for another session with her.

joy is kneeling before you as she slowly held your dick with her hand and pump it. joy couldn't even hold your dick completely in her hand because of its thickness. she looked up to you as she put your dick inside her mouth fully until it almost reaches her throat. you reached for her hair and held it up as she bobbed her head faster.

"fuck, babe. you suck me so good." some of your pre-cum released from your slit. joy produced gagging sounds as she sucks you faster. it's obvious that she's taking her time with you, making the dollars you're paying her worth it, but her pace was slow for you. you were getting impatient, so you began fucking her pretty mouth.

you kept thrusting your cock and her noises were getting muffled as her nose kept hitting your pelvis.

"ahh… shit!" you pulled out as thick squirts of cum shoot down her neck and chest. joy looks even more beautiful with your cum on her body. you noticed how messy joy now looks. her red lipstick is smudged, she has a drool, your cum and her saliva all mixed on her lips and chin.

you made her position on all fours. you gave joy's huge ass a good slap that made her whimper. her eyes rolled back as you slide your thick cock in her little hole. you kissed her shoulder and played with her right breast like a stress ball.

"you're so fucking tight!" you groaned, giving her butt another slap that echoed the room.

"fuck me harder, please!" joy moans, then biting her lower lip hard.

"your ass keep making me back for more, fuck..." every word hit her sweet spot, making her clench around you every time you thrust. your hips slam into her roughly, making her eyes shut tightly as she can't take the pleasure.

"fuck, i'm coming!" you said as you pound into her faster and deeper.

"cum in me," joy said as she stutters with every thrust. she felt your dick twitch as you release hot spurts of cum from your cock. joy whimpered upon feeling the white substance in her pussy. cum slowly dripping on her legs and you watch it as you pull out your dick. you knew you drained the shit out of her when she lie on the bed.

#red velvet joy smut #red velvet smut #park sooyoung smut #kpop smut #joy smut #girl group x male reader #girl group smut #joy x male reader #irene smut #seulgi smut #yeri smut #wendy smut #son seungwan smut #bae joohyun smut #kang seulgi smut #kim yerim smut

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seullovesme · 11 months ago

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by luck » kang seulgi

the velvet

seulgi ⥬ '94, most active out of the unnie line, talks to the gc abt literally all her problems even though its usually completely irrelevant, RIZZ??????, shes literally the cutest thing ever but unintentionally the most charismatic at the same time

irene ⥬ '91, she may not be as active but shes watching 👁️, always lost on social media (probably just scrolling through useless content instead of posting), babies everyone or wants to strangle everyone theres no in between

wendy ⥬ '94, seulgi's best friend and her emotional pillar, deals with the groups bs because irene needs the help 😪 lowkey apart of the groups bs tho, trying to stay sane but at the same time keep everyone else sane..

joy ⥬ '96, chaotic evil if it was a person, likes to tease the hell out of her members as a form of love, the most active (along with yeri), tries to be seulgi's cupid but it's def not going well

yeri ⥬ '99, most active user and also joy's minion, talks to other idols like it's not gonna cause a random scandal because she doesn't care 😇, loves her members to death, the closest member to the aespa girls

masterlist

(open) TAGLIST: @lyninabin @badasgirlfriend

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justximagines · 1 year ago

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Warning: g!p; teasing; foreplay; spanking; mentions of angels and demons; mentions of blood

Genre: fluff; smutt (heavy)

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Loneliness

A little imagine

demon wendy x female reader

Summary: After your wealthy family kicked you out and your best friend left you sleeping on the streets, your life was filled by this lonesome feeling. Until you met her.

2011

Your eighteenth birthday was right around the corner but, unlike most teenagers, you had hoped you wouldn't have lived long enough to see it happen. Now that you were becoming a young adult, your parents only became more controlling over your life.

You had just gotten home from school, it was around half past eight, the sun was long gone and the moon lighted the sky. You were exhausted, with no will to eat or shower whatsoever, all you wanted was to collapse in your bed and drift off to sleep after the long, tiring day at school. Classes had ended at four in the afternoon but you had your after-school activity until seven. Dance club.

Kicking off your shoes and changing into your flippers, you were ready to head straight to your bedroom but your mother had different plans.

❝Miss Lee, your mother wishes to see you in your father's office.❞ one of your family's many maids said with a bow and you sighed before flashing her a friendly smile.

❝Thank you for letting me know, miss Ji.❞ you bowed before dragging yourself towards your father's office, knocking before you were told to enter. Pushing the door open, you entered the dimly lit room. ❝Mr. Lee. Mrs. Yoo.❞ you bowed, your backpack in hands, as your father sat at his desk with a disgusted look on his face and your mother stood by his side, her hand on his shoulder.

Yes. You were extremely forbidden of calling them mother or father and the only acceptable way of calling them would be formally, as if they weren't your parents at all.

You hated it.

❝Where were you?❞ he coldly asked, not bothering to face you as his eyes continuously scanned the paper set on his desk.

❝At the library, Mr. Lee.❞ you quickly lied. You knew well your parents disapproved of the arts and you doing anything related to arts was extremely forbidden so you had been lying for the past two years about your whereabouts.

Your father slammed his hands on the desk as he rose to his feet, startling you as you jumped back in fear, ❝You pesky little liar.❞ he hissed through gritted teeth as he furiously stalked towards you and you dared not to make a single movement knowing it would only make things worse for you. Soon, your eyes filled with tears as his heavy hand slapped you across the face. ❝As of today, you are no longer my daughter. I want you out of my house by the end of the night.❞

❝You never once treated me like your daughter!❞ you cried out before running out of the office and packing your clothes and belongings into a suitcase, loud sobs escaping your lips as you tried to figure out where to go.

❝Eomma! Appa!❞ you heard your older sister's voice echoing through the hallway right outside your door. You couldn't help the involuntarily roll of eyes as you closed your suitcase, wiping away your tears and stuffing your iPad, wallet, chargers and essentials into your backpack before putting it on and grabbing your warmest jacket.

You changed into your sneakers once you got to the front door, grabbing your car keys and rushing out of the house, not wanting to see them.

❝Dear, you're home!❞ you heard your mother's voice before you could close the door, making you turn your head to see her embrace your older sister and you felt the tears threatening to escape once again so you rushed out and once next to your car, you stuffed the suitcase into the trunk and entered the car, driving away to god knows where.

As you eventually decided to park, you dialed your best friend's number with soft sniffles escaping.

❝Yuna... H–Hi.❞ you sniffled out, ❝Could I stay the night there today?❞

❝Sorry. He's staying over tonight. Talk to you tomorrow.❞ she said, hanging up the phone before you could even tell her what had happened.

You broke down crying, you had only enough money with you for the rest of the week to feed yourself.

How were you supposed to live after that?

It was only getting darker, there was no one around, no sign of life so you sighed, moving to the backseat of your car and laid down trying to get some sleep. For once you were glad you had bought a car with tinted windows.

Morning came and your alarm went off. You carefully sat yourself up on the backseat of your car and rubbed the sleep off your eyes. It was no later that half past six in the morning. You stepped out of the car once you made sure there was no sign of life whatsoever and opened your suitcase, picking an outfit for the day before hopping back inside the car. You struggled to change in such tight space but you finally managed. You fuxed your hair, brushing it and allowing your long brunette locks to fall over your breasts.

You moved to the driver's seat, checking yourself in the mirror. With a soft sigh, you drove to your school, parking and stepping out with your backpack and rushed towards the nearest, empty restroom to wash your face and take care of your skin before you went back to your car and took out whatever you had that wasn't for school before locking your car and walking to your locker.

❝Heyo!❞ your best friend exclaimed out stalking in your direction but instead of greeting her like you usually do, you closed your locker and walked away from her. ❝Yah! Stop!❞ she ran after you. She was taller so reaching you didn't take long and she grabbed your arm but you jerked it away, not saying a single word. ❝Seriously? The fuck is wrong with you?❞

❝Just go collect your boyfriend and leave me alone.❞ you retorted once she turned you to her. Although your tone was cold, your eyes showed nothing but hurt.

❝You know what fine. But don't talk to me ever again.❞ she stated and started making her way back to find her boyfriend.

❝Were you ever my friend? You left me sleeping on the streets and didn't even care.❞ you yelled out, making sure she heard you before storming away as she froze in place turning to face you but you were already long gone.

You stormed your way into the classroom, sitting at the desk in the back, at the corner of the room pulling out your notebook and pencil case. You focused on your class, allowing it to distract both your brain and your heart from the mess that your life was.

As the end of the day came, you sighed rushing to the library and sitting at the very first computer you could find unoccupied. You struggled at first but after a few long minutes you had finished your curriculum vitae and rushed out to get to dance club, to which you were already running late.

❝Mianhae(sorry)!❞ you bowed a few times in apology as you rushed to your position.

❝Y/N, you know practice is crucial, you can't be late. We have a presentation in a few weeks. It is important you arrive on time.❞ the leader scolded and you nodded, apologizing once again to her before you turned to apologize to the rest of the students.

❝It won't happen again, I promise.❞ you quickly said before everyone started from the beginning and so did you.

As soon as dance practice was over, you drove around from place to place to hand over your CV in hopes of getting at least a part-time job to feed yourself.

❝Jagi, hurry! We're gonna be late!❞ you cried out at the front door, sliding your feet into the beautiful white heels while your hands held two fistfuls of your matching white, designer dress, careful enough not to wrinkle it as you pulled it up.

❝I’m coming, I'm coming!❞ she shouted from the other side of your shared penthouse. You could hear the loud thuds of her feet rushing to the front door to meet you.

❝Why do you insist so much on doing these things by yourself?❞ you asked her, fixing the shoulder straps of her equally beautiful dress before placing your hand on the small of her back as soon as she stopped by your side and pressed a light yet tender kiss to her cheek.

Ah, your wife. Oh, how head over heels you were for her. But it hadn't always been like that.

It had already been a year since your parents kicked you out of the family and you still hadn't found a job. You had lost your car to get some money for food so you carried your backpack and suitcase around, with nowhere to sleep.

You sat at a bus station when a slender figure seemed to make it's way towards you. You quickly reached for the sharpest think you carried with you and pointed it at whomever it was only to hear a laughter that made you shudder and your entire body tense at the atmosphere settled with it.

❝W–Who are you?❞ the fear was obvious in your voice but you couldn't help it. That's when the slender figure finally revealed itself from the shadows, stepping into the dim light of the streetlight hovering over your heads. You sighed in relief as you saw a female instead of a man. But perhaps you had sighed too soon.

❝My name does not matter for now. I have a deal you might not be able to refuse.❞ she stated, making you raise a brow. It is true her beauty had caught your breath in your throat with her pale skin and beautiful white blonde locks of hair that barely reached her breasts.

❝A.. deal?❞ you asked after a brief moment of silence and she nodded, taking the spot besides you on the bus station.

❝Sell me your soul and I'll make you the best, worldwide renowned dancer.❞ her voice was distorted as she didn't seem to try to hide her true self any more but you couldn't help the laughter that escaped your lips. You had been an atheist your whole life, you didn't believe in heaven nor hell.

❝Pfft. That was funny. Now for real, what's the deal?❞ you said but the way her eyes fixated on your made every hair in your body stand up before your eyes widened at the beautiful brown irises of hers were replaced with pure black hues. ❝H–Hell is real!?❞ your shocked question made the demon chuckle with a nod.

❝Oh yes, extremely real.❞

❝Shouldn’t I have summoned you then? Isn't that how it works?❞ you asked in confusion, you had never once tried to summon a demon but your best friend had been pestering you to help her with it in the past, before you had cut ties with her.

She merely shook her head in disagreement, ❝Just like people have a guardian angel, there's always a demon keeping an eye on you.❞

❝Guardian angel my ass. If I had one I wouldn't be living in the streets. That incompetent angel ain't no guardian.❞ you rolled your eyes and the corner of her lips twitched up into a smirk.

❝Let me help you.❞ she spoke, her dark and heavy gaze fixated on yours, ❝I promise you won't regret this.❞

❝You know what? Fine. As long as you get me off the streets.❞ you stated and she held her hand out asking for yours. As you placed your hand in hers, your palm facing upwards, her long, sharp nails slashed your soft skin open twice making you yelp in pain as blood gushed from the wound. She took your hand back into hers before her other hand pressed its palm against yours and a burning feeling against your sliced skin made you whimper.

As she released your hand, the would had suddenly became a scar in the shape of an X. You had been marked. But only someone who had made a deal with the devil would know the meaning of your healed injury.

❝We will meet again, Y/N.❞ and with that, she disappeared into the shadows.

❝Hm? Huh?❞ you were brought back to the present by your wife as she tapped your shoulder.

❝We're here, silly.❞ she chuckled, pecking your cheek before stepping out of the car as you did as well, walking over to your side. You took her hand and she intertwined your fingers before you entered the tall, luxurious building and a worker led you to your table.

Your wife sat on one end of the table as you sat beside her. On your other side sat Seulgi accompanied by her stunning wife, Irene, Taemin and Momo who had come solo and at last but not least, Yeji and her beautiful wife Ryujin. This wasn't the first time you met them. Taemin, Momo, Seulgi and Yeji were just as renowned dancers as you and you had been paired quite a few times. Whether it was for dances or simply sitting at the same table.

Throughout the award show, you either leaned in towards your wife to whisper sweet nothings into her ear or simply lay your head on her shoulder or you would quietly chat with everyone.

❝And the award for the World's Best Dancer of the Decade goes to...❞ she paused, slowly opening the golden envelope in her hands and pulling the card out reading the name to herself, ❝Do Y/N!❞ she finally exclaimed into the microphone.

Everyone rose to their feet clapping their hands as you bowed a few times as a thank you before making your way to the stage after sharing a hug with those at the table with you. You took the award with a bow before stopping in front of the mic stand, your eyes analyzing the crowd in front of you.

❝I would like to start with asking my wife to join me up here.❞ you said, holding your hand out and you could see the link hue suddenly cover her cheeks as she stood up and made her way up to the stage and towards you, taking your hand. You pulled her closer and she latched herself to your side, arms tightly wrapped around your waist as her face immediately buried into the crook of your neck. You smiled, looking down as a failed attempt to have just a small glimpse of her beautiful face. Your free hand was placed at the small of her back as your thumb rubbed little, soothing circles on it and the crowd awed at the sight. ❝I would like to thank my wife for saving me ten years ago when I was living on the streets. I wanna thank her for making this possible and for sticking by my side after everything we've been through. I know I can be a lot to handle but she never once lost her patience with me and she was always very caring. Always there to make sure I don't overwork myself to exhaustion. Always bringing me food when I'm in practice.❞ you involuntarily pulled her closer to you. ❝I also wanna thank the staff working with me for putting up with my stubbornness. A huge thank you to my fans, your support means the world to me. Thank you for all of your votes. It is truly an honour to have received this award tonight. I couldn't be happier to have been able to share this moment with all of you but specially my wife standing here on this stage with me.❞ you finished before saying a few thank yous and bowing before you led your wife back to your seats, sitting down.

She slapped your arm a few times, huffing and puffing. ❝Why would you do that?❞ she whined, pouting with those puppy dog eyes as she stopped hitting you. It was moments like these that made you fall head over heels for her. Moments when you knew she shared the same human emotions as you did.

❝Because.❞ was all you answered before leaning in and pecking her cheek before whispering in heer ear, ❝You looked too beautiful to leave you there on your own.❞ you teased.

She rolled her eyes at you, shaking her head beforee she hispered in your ear, ❝I'm so proud of you.❞ she stated and you knew exactly what those words meant, leaving you anxious to go home.

It had finally came to an end and you and your wife bid your goodbyes before heading to the black limousine awaiting to take you home. It was a twenty minutes drive that was driving you insane. Speacially when your wife's hand slid under your dress through the opening on your leg, suggestively rubbing circles on your inner tight, a little too close to your core. And you knew exactly what she was doing but you dared not to stop her.

There you were, standing n the middle of the stage as you bowed over and over thanking the applauding crown in front of you. In that moment, you forgot about everything else, including the deal you had made wth the devil over a year ago on that bus station. You stepped out of the stage only to be congratulated by your manager and best friend, Kim Yerim. She was a few years younger than you, being in her early twenties, but no one did a better job at managing your career thn her, she knew exactly what you wanted and liked and she made sure you would always be comfortable around the staff surrounding you.

❝Let's celebrate today's huge success❞ he exclaimed out excited but your body craved rest. You had nearly killed yourself practicing for tonight's performance so you apologetically smiled at her.

❝Mianhae, Yerimie. I'm not sure how much longer my body cn keep itself functioning.❞ you chuckled softly earning a faux scoff from her, who crossed her arms over her chest, ❝I promise I'll treat you to a celebratory dinner tomorrow.❞

❝Alright, alright.❞ sh chuckled, shaking her head as she unfolded her arms. ❝I'll take you home and let you you rest then. How does that sound?❞

You nodded, ❝Perfect.❞ and with that said you two headed to her car as she drove you home. It was an hour and a half long drive, leaving you drifting on and off of your thoughts.

❝So, when are you getting yourself a girlfriend now that your first big performance was a huge success?❞ Yeri teased and you roled your eyes.

❝Not any time soon.❞ you retorted and soon she was parking the car in front of your small yet cmfortable home. ❝Thank you.❞

She playfully rolled her eyes, ❝Yeah, Yeah. Just don't forget our dinner tomorrow.❞ she chuckled.

❝Never.❞ you chuckled as you rose your hand to your chest before she took off as you bid your goodbyes and you headed inside. You kicked yoru heels off, sliding your tired feet into your comfortable slippers not bothering to turn on the lights as you headed straight to your room, ready to get off the dress and collapse in your bed. Until a voice echoed through the house.

❝Y/N, Y/N, Y/N... How nice it is seeing you again.❞ the familiarity in that voice made your body tense as you stopped on your tracks. Every hair in your body had raised. You could feel the temperature of your body rise as sweat began to cover your smooth skin.

❝A-Already?❞ you nervously stated out looking around in the pith black darkness.

❝Oh no, dear. Not yet.❞ she stated with a distorted laughter befalling her lips.

❝Then why are you here..?❞ you asked, your oice trembled with fear as you heard the thuds of her feet hitting the floorboards as she stalked towards you, her long nails dragging along your jawline careful enough not to draw blood from your precious soft, human skin.

❝I've come to speak to you. I see you've bought yourself a home, however, why would you opt for a place like this when you can afford much better things?❞ she asked, her voice distorted making you shudder as the nail of her index pressed below your chin, lifting you head up to face her. You could barely see her features due to the darkness surrounding you but she coul see you just perfectly.

❝I don't need more.❞ you stated sure of yourself.

❝Your parents were so desperate when they went bankrupt. Their greed scared even my father who they sold their soul to. Oh but you, you were so small back then and never once did Ithink they'd mistreat a daughter like that. I had never seen my father that bothered.❞ she started off and your eyes widened.

❝W-What?❞

❝We're demons, but family is a very important thing to us. We might not understand human emotions but we are not fully emotionless. We punish those who deserve to be punished..❞ her voice was soft, making your body somehow relax to her heavy presence. ❝Anyways... Let your desire and greed you take you higher. Let it lead you to great success. Sin as you have already been condemned.❞

You stood there, blinking rapidly for a brief moment. ❝I will never become like my parents. All I wanted was a roof over my head and food doing what I love the most.❞ you retorted, you had never been more sure of yourself.

❝And that is exactly why you should climb higher in the ladder of success. Get yourself the most beautiful things in this world and give them a tste of their own venom when they lose their money. Because it will happen.❞ she said, leaning closer to you and you could feeel the hot breath of hers brush against your lips before she pressed hers against yours. Savouring your lips for an instant. You dared not to reciprocate the kiss, you wanted to push her off of you but your body had becomee motionless as her hand gripped your hips and her nail held your chin up. ❝I'll be seeing you again.❞ she stated, licking her lips as she pulled away and just like that she vanished into thin air.

❝What a bitch.❞ you grumbled, your body had seemingly regain its energy duee to heer presence so you headed into the shower allowing the cold water to wash off the sweat from your bare skin.

❝How dare she kiss me like that? As if I'd ever kiss her back.❞ you scoffed, washing your hair. ❝Just because she's the devil, what right does it give her? I sold my soul, until then this body is mine and I decide whoever gets to touch it.❞ you continued to mutter and grumble as you put on your pajamas before collapsing into the soft fabric on her bed before drifting off to sleep almost immediately.

You hated her.

It had already been nearly another year since your last encounter with her and your success had only escalated. You haad just gotten home from your celebrtory dinner with the staff and your best friend after your yet biggest performance of the year.

❝Welcome home, Y/N.❞ the same distorted voice spoke the second you slid the door open, making you immediately turn on the lights and shut the door close as you kicked off your high heels and put on your slippers. Her preesence, somehow, didn't seem to bother you anymore, amazing the devil.

❝Is it time? What do you want now? Another kiss? Cause that won't happen.❞ you asked as you walked past her.

❝I'm here to make you a deal.❞ she stated making you turn around to face her.

❝Does it involve slicing my hand again? If so, forget about it.❞ you stated and she chuckled, shaking her head in denial. ❝Alright then, proceed.❞

❝Let me see the human world with you.❞ she so bluntly said, making your eyes widen in surprise as she seemed to be asking for permission before you scoffed.

❝And how is that supposed to work?❞ you asked as your arms folded perfectly across your chest.

❝I'll be your girlfriend from now on.❞ her answer made you burst out laughing.

❝I'm afraid you don't get a saying n this matter, honey. You're mine since the day you made a deal with me.❞ she chuckled and for a moment you stumbled backwards losing your balance. She was quick to catch you but the contact of her flamming hot skin burnt the bare skin of your arms making you yelp in pain.

❝OUCH, OUCH, OUCH! Aish... If you're gonna be living as a human you better as well control your body's temperature.❞ you hissed, checking the small burns on your skin. Her hand hovered over your burnt skin and as soon as she pulled it away, the burns were gone as if it had never been there.

❝How the– Right... You're the devil.❞ you scoffed with a roll of your eyes.

❝I'm not the devil. That's my father, the king of Hell.❞ her honest answer made you let out a sarcastic chuckle.

❝Right, not the devil. Just the devil's daughter.❞ you began to walk away and she let you, making herself at home. ❝Why would you want to see the world anyways?❞

❝I haven't seen the world in over centuries. I've been forbidden to come to the surface unless I was collecting souls ever since one of your kind killed one of our own.❞ she shrugged and you looked at her.

❝Right. Cause a human would totally manage to kill a demon.❞ you laughed.

❝We're not that hard to kill... And a human found out how to get rid of us centuries ago and summoned a demon to kill it. He intended to get rid of us all so we had to get rid of him.❞ she said, her voice suddenly soft.

❝Wait.. you're actually not joking? I could kill you right now if I wanted to?❞ you expected her to shake her head no but instead the devil’s daughter nodded. Your eyes widened in surprise at her absolute honesty.

❝I don't want to talk about this...❞ you watched her sway her hips as she walked to the couch, sitting down as she made herself at home. ❝You wouldn't really kill me, right..?❞ she seemed.. afraid. She had trusted you with information no other human had knowledge of for their own safety.

❝We'll see how this girlfriend thing goes. Then I'll give you an answer.❞ she didn't really like your answer but nodded. ❝Since I have no choice but to agree with this nonsense, I have a few rules to set.❞ you stated watching her head tilt to the side, ❝There will be no physical affection between us so keep your lips to yourself. Oh. And you'll be sleeping on the couch.❞

❝Geez, you sure are an interesting mundane...❞ she chuckled, nodding her head. ❝I cannot count how many times I've had humans hit on me and trying to get into my pants. But you, you sure are something else.❞

❝I don't like you. You may be hot and all that but visuals aren't everything. Regardless of this stupid country's ideals.❞ you stated about to leave her there.

❝We’re buying a new home.❞ she stated so nonchalantly from the couch, ❝This place won't do.❞

❝Wha— What's wrong with this place?❞ you asked offended.

❝As I've mentioned before, you are worthy of better things. The most beautiful things.❞ she stated and with a snap of her fingers the latest model of the Samsung's phones appeared in her hand while an identical phone yet white, replaced the old one in your hands.

❝Yah! Geez, you sure are greedy.❞

❝It isn't greedy, I simply appreciate the beautiful things in life and beautiful things happen to be the most expensive.❞ she shrugged, ❝So, what kind of house have you ever dreamed of owning?❞

You rolled your eyes, ❝A penthouse.❞ you jokingly spoke only to soon regret such decision as, with a snap of her fingers, she teleported you two as well as all your belongings to the highest, most expensive penthouse located in the heart of Seoul. You found yourself at the front door, mouth agape as you stared at the spacious entrance of your new home. ❝I wasn't for real!❞

❝Well, for real or not. This place is officially under our name.❞ she shrugged as if it was no big deal whatsoever. The house was black and white themed with gold details such as the stairs’ rail to the picture frames adorning the walls.

❝Wait. If you're gonna be my girlfriend, shouldn't I know your name? How am I supposed to call you?❞ you asked, turning to her.

❝Son Seungwan.❞ she quickly answered, ❝But I prefer Wedny.❞

❝Is that your real name? Son Seungwan?❞ you asked out of curiosity and she nodded. ❝Is that your original form?❞ your question caught her off guard but she didn't hesitate to answer.

❝No. This is my human form.❞ she said with such sincerity it lured you.

❝Can I see it? Your real form that is?❞ you bluntly asked, surprised with yourself.

❝Not yet. Maybe someday.❞ she spoke, hesitating at first. You nodded your head. ❝If I show you now.. it might scare you to death.❞

You nodded once again before you left her at the entrance, exploring the penthouse. She quietly followed behind you, her arms crossed as she watched your every reaction. Your fingers would trace the gold adorns on the walls and surfaces before you entered the spacious kitchen, your fingers tracing the white and gold marble counters.

Now that you had it, you didn't want to go back to that small place. You could feel your greed grow and so could she, feeding off of it.

❝Welcome home, Miss Lee. Miss Son.❞ an elder woman spoke with a bow. Her hair was greyish, stating her already old age. She was wearing a knee high black dress with a white apron and her grey hair tied into a bun leaving you no doubt that she was a maid of yours.

❝You– I–❞ she chuckled at your adorable reaction.

❝Thank you, Mrs Hwang. Could you tell the other maids to give us some privacy, please?❞ she requested, offering the woman a warm smile. She was good at this whole pretending thing. The elder nodded, excusing herself with a bow before walking away.

❝Let me show you around.❞ she stated, holding out her hand for you to take it but you scoffed, rolling your eyes as you walked past her. She let out a sigh, almost as if saddened. If you didn't know better you'd say she was hurt by your actions. ❝Or I guess you'll find it yourself...❞ she mumbled to herself, walking to the living room as she allowed you to explore on your own, sitting on the couch.

She stared at the black screen of your huge TV hanging on the wall, head tilted as she tried to figure out how it worked. Meanwhile, you had entered one of the rooms on the second floor, exploring the penthouse in its entirety. Opening the closet, you found multiple, tidied up clothes. Some of them you knew were yours and others you had never once seen before.

Once you had seen everything, you headed back downstairs only to stop in the middle of the stairs watching as the demon struggling to understand something as simple as turning on the TV. It's patience running thin. You sighed, going down the rest of the stairs and heading to her side as she started to lose her temper. You reached for her wrist as she rose to her feet only to immediately regret it as a sizzling sound was made heard due your skin burning to the touch of her flamming hot skin and you yelped in pain.

She immediately calmed down, widening her eyes as she reached for your wrist to pull your hand up, ❝미안해!❞ she cried out, worry written all over her dark eyes and you couldn't help but gaze into them as she looked at your hand, hers hovering over yours for a moment before your hand was fully healed with no scar whatsoever. And you were lost in her eyes, there was something about her that lured you in. Not in a carnal desire but a more intimate need of affection.

She was giving you her time and love, refraining from taking your soul to the depths of Hell and yet you had been nothing but an asshole to her. You were well aware of her demonic origins but you couldn't help but wonder, was she making you her girlfriend simply for her to see the world? Or had she a deeper reason?

No. You must've lost your mind.

❝Y/N..?❞ her voice was so soft as she avoided your gaze, holding your hand in hers. You simply hummed in response, ❝Can I be honest with you..?❞ her tone seemed hesitant but you nodded, ❝I know I said wanting to see the world was the reason to make you my girlfriend... And it is part of the reason but.. that's not just it...❞

You stood there in complete silence, she looked so.. vulnerable somehow. So you broke your own rules as your hands grabbed her jawline to kiss her. She was taken aback, unable to respond to the sudden change in your demeanor until you pulled yourself away, clearing your throat out of nervousness but she grabbed you by the hips, crashing your body against hers as her lips connected with yours again, her tongue gliding across your lips before tasting yours as they danced together. You felt her sharp nails dig into the skin of your hips through the fabric of your dress but you couldn't care less as you wrapped your arms around her neck, your fingers playing with the ends of her locks. Her lips, her tongue, her mouth. Everything was so addicting.

Neithe did you dared to pull away from the heated kiss until your lungs burnt for oxygen, panting breathlessly as you met her gaze.

❝I–I thought you said no physical affection.❞ she breathed out and you rolled your eyes, kissing her again as if to make it obvious those rules were no longer applied. ❝Oh.❞ she smiled from ear to ear as if you had just made her the happiest she'd ever been.

❝We should get some sleep. Or at least I should.❞ you said and she nodded, her hands retracting from your hips and you started walking to your room. But, when she didn't join you, this cold feeling made you shiver and you grumbled going downstairs but she was no longer there so you checked the other room only to find her in her undergarments, trying to understand how clothes worked. You couldn't help the soft giggle that escaped your lips regardless of your blushed cheeks from the beautiful sight in front of you.

In a jolt, she turned to face you, ❝Yah! Don't laugh!❞ she pouted with.. were those puppy dog eyes!? Oh, this woman knew exactly how to make you weak.

You sighed, walking up to her and taking the pajamas from her hands only to dress her yourself as if you were dressing a small child. ❝There you go.❞ you offered her a smile, starting to walk out of the room until you realized she wasn't following you. ❝Yah! Come join me.❞ you grumbled with crossed your arms as if it was obvious before holding your hand out for her.

She hesitated at first, only to happily skip towards you, taking your hand making you chuckle.

❝I wasn't aware demons could be so childish.❞ you teased, leading her to your room. Truth is, she wasn't like every other demon. She cared. Sure she could be cruel. She could kill. But she'd always protect those she feels close to.

❝Yah! I'll take your soul straight to Hell!❞ she grumbled only to pout. Something you'd soon learn she does a lot. You chuckled and gave her cheek a soft peck before you let go of her hand and crawled into bed, tapping the empty side for her to get in. She quickly did so and you snuggled into her. You'd never admit it but you enjoyed cuddles a little more than you should, perhaps it had been the lack of love and affection growing up or maybe you were just weird but you didn't care. You snuggled into her, burying your face into her chest like an infant, her arms wrapped around you while her hands rubbed soothing circles on the small of your back.

You quickly drifted off to sleep in her arms, who watched you peacefully sleep through the night until morning came and you awoke to an empty bed pouting to yourself as you sat up, rubbing the sleep off your eyes. Swaying your legs to the side, you brought yourself up to your feet before dragging yourself out of the room to look for her still half asleep.

Had it all been a dream?

❝Babyyy.❞ you whined, following the smell of something burning. Your eyes half shut, still adjusting to the bright lights as you whined again. ❝Babyyy, where are you?❞

Had you woken up fully and you would have never addressed her that way but you had no idea what you were doing whatsoever, all you craved was her safe embrace. And you finally found her in the kitchen, unaware of her doings you stumbled up to her, wrapping your arms around her waist and allowed your head to rest against her back.

❝Mrs Hwang!❞ the demon cried out before the fire spread any further, sighing in defeat as the maid quickly extinguished the fire and was about to throw out the food.

❝No! I'll eat it anyway.❞ you sleepily mumbled making everyone's eyes widen. ❝She tried her best for me so I should at least take a bite.❞ you stated groggily.

❝Yah! You can't eat that!❞ she quickly grabbed your wrist as you reached for the burnt pancake on the hot pan. ❝Nor can you grab it like that! Are you out of your mind? You could've gotten hurt!❞ she scolded, turning around to face you checking your hand just to make sure you hadn't touched the pan before she stopped you. ❝You may throw that out, please. And make her something to eat.❞

❝What about you, miss? You must be hungry.❞ the maid questioned and she simply shook her head with a smile.

❝I am quite alright. I don't really have much of an appetite in the morning.❞ she lied and the maid nodded softly as your girlfriend led you to the dining table.

❝Wait, when did I get here?❞ you asked, rubbing your sleepy eyes.

❝So.. baby huh?❞ she teased you and you could feel your cheeks feverish, becoming tainted by a pink hue.

❝Shut. Up. I was sleepy.❞ you grumbled crossing your arms.

❝Mhm. Sure, you were dear.❞ she chuckled reaching over the table to grab your hand. You liked this odd feeling of safety she gave you. Even though her presence had been heavy at first, you learnt that demons aren't all that evil like people portrayed them in the books. They cared for people regardless of their greed. Or at least, she was like that. Perhaps it wasn't like that down there, perhaps they are evil, burning souls for an eternity. But you got lucky to meet her. You felt this strange sense of gratefulness for having given your soul to her. Even if at the time you were simply desperate for a way out of the streets.

❝We can't tell anyone...❞ you suddenly blurted out and her whole smile seemed gone at once. ❝Wait, no. It's not like that Wendy-ssi!❞ you quickly exclaimed, holding her hand with both of yours. ❝If people find out we're living together and not married.. my career will be over.❞

❝Oh– Your world has one too many rules.❞ she huffed in disappointment, shaking her head as her eyes adverted from yours to your joined hands and a small smile formed again upon her lips.

❝Don't I know...❞ you sighed when the maid brought you your food. You sat up properly, holding onto the demon’s hand with one of yours while the other collected the utensils to eat the kimbap now set in front of you. As soon as you took a bite, you watched your girlfriend's face twitch as if the food looked bad making you chuckle. ❝What? You never tried and you're giving the food such a disgusted look?❞ you teased and her eyes widened.

❝Yah! You know I don't eat human food.❞ she grumbled giving you the pout.

❝But can you try it? Or will it harm you?❞ you curiously asked, looking up at her with concern.

❝No idea. I've never tested to see how it goes. But I can try it now.❞ she said with a shrug and you widened your eyes, pulling your food closer to you. Not for a selfish reason but perhaps because you cared for her wellbeing. And if something was to happen, you knew nothing on how to save a demon from vanishing.

❝Yah! Are you stupid? There is no way I'm letting you try human food if there are chances you can just, dissipate into thin air!❞ you angrily scolded, slapping the hand that tried to grab some. And there it was once again, the same pout as she rubbed her hand. You sighed and stood up walking over to her to sit on her lap, ❝If something was to happen, what was I supposed to do? I can't and do not have the means to save your dumb ass.❞

❝But if something did happen, you'd get rid of me and no one would own your soul anymore.❞ she said with a frown, confused as to why you seemed to suddenly care so much for her wellbeing.

❝Yah! Pabo-ya! Don't you think I would've already gotten rid of you if I wanted to?❞ you grumbled slapping her shoulder at her ridiculous words. They weren't ridiculous, not for other humans, but for you? Getting rid of her would only cause you heartache but you'd never admit to that.

❝Aish.. stop hitting me!❞ she rubbed her shoulder with a grumble, you sighed in defeat taking her hand and giving her shoulder soft pecks as an apology.

❝Don't you ever say ridiculous shit like that.❞ you spoke once you rose to your feet and were about to walk back to your sit but she pulled you by the hand, making you stumble and fall back onto her lap.

❝Stay...❞ her voice was tender as she swung her finger and your food moved across the table to you. Your eyes met hers for a long precious moment, the corners of her lips twitching upwards as you didn't seem to fight her desire to hold you. And you didn't you turned to face your food and quickly finish it making her giggle. ❝Is it that good?❞

❝Mhm!❞ it came out muffled since you spoke with your mouth full and she shook her head.

❝Aish... No manners.❞ she teased with a chuckle before you swallowed your last bite and turned to her.

❝So.. I have a press in two weeks...❞ you started making her tilt her head as to why you seemed suddenly nervous, ❝I was thinking... Maybe we could...❞ you sighed, nervous fidgeting with your fingers. ❝Aish... Wait... Let me start again.❞ you stated before you took a deep breath. ❝Marry me.❞ you blurted out and her eyes widened at your sudden words.

❝Omo... Y/N... Are you sure that's what you want?❞ she asked softly, her eyes bore into yours with a glint of hope.

❝I–If you don't want to we don't have to.. I just thought – Nevermind...❞ you stuttered out, raising to your feet immediately and rushing out of there.

Rushing into the bathroom, you locked the door behind you smacking your forehead over and over again, ❝Aish.. Y/N how could you be that stupid. Of course she doesn't want to marry you. You're a mere hu—❞ you were grumbling to your reflection in the wide mirror on the wall when a soft knock on the door interrupted you.

❝Let me in, please...❞ her voice trembled, was she crying? No, it couldn't be. She's the devil's daughter. ❝Y/N...❞ she knocked again and you could feel the tears immediately swarming your eyes, staining your cheeks as they rolled down.

❝Go away...❞ your voice was weak as you sat on the tiled floor.

❝I can't do that...❞ she sighed, snapping her fingers to get herself inside the bathroom. Her eyes immediately widened at the sight of you crying on the floor. ❝Wha– Why are you crying..?❞

She quickly squatted down to wrap her arms around you only making you sob harder, ❝I shouldn't have said that...❞

❝Woah, shhh. I didn't say I didn't want to.❞ she rubbed soothing circles on your back and you lifted your head to look at her, ❝I just wanted to make sure you weren't rushing just so people wouldn't judge you.❞ she softly explained, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You shook your head, ❝I just wanted to be able to tell the world that I'm not available... But I can't do that...❞

❝Won't you regret marrying me in such a rush? Won't you resent me for it?❞ she asked, looking down at you with a concerned look on her face.

❝I could never... I just want you...❞ you let out through soft sniffles, admitting to your truth, ❝I–I think I'm in love with you...❞

Her eyes widened as she froze, she knew it would happen eventually but she had never expected it to be this soon. ❝Then let's get married.❞ she stated, pulling you up with her before wiping the tears away.

❝Y-You want to?❞ you stuttered out, looking up at her.

❝Of course I want to.❞ she didn't hesitate for a second, her answer was almost as if at the tip of her tongue. And it was. She wanted to marry you just as much as you wanted to marry her. Perhaps for different reason or merely because she didn't understand what she felt towards you.

As the car came to a stop, you immediately rushed out of it waiting for your wife to do the same but instead she thanked the driver and slowly yet, with such grace, exited the limousine. You yanked her to you, hungrily pressing you lips to hers who responded to your kiss immediately, her hands falling upon your hips as she led you to the entrance, never really parting your lips.

In that moment, you couldn't care less if your neighbours saw you basically eating each other's faces off on your way to the elevator that'd take you to your penthouse. And neither could your wife who so desperately pressed the key card to call the elevator.

It was a long way up to your house on the 230th floor, there wasn't any floor above yours and the elevator was empty although it was of glass, letting you enjoy the beautiful view of the city lights of Seoul. Well, in other occasions of course, because in this occasion the only thing you absorbed was your wife's saliva. The elevator finally came to a stop and you two stepped out, panting for oxygen as your lungs desperately begged for it. She took your hand and rushed the both of you to the front door of your penthouse, entering and kicking your heels off as the maid closed the door behind you.

You quickly got rid of your jacket as well as your wife's, handing them to the maids before Seungwan spoke in her authoritive tone, ❝Do not bother us.❞ before leading you up the stairs between giggles and heated kisses until you entered your private quarters and before you know it she had you pinned against the silk fabric of your bed.

Her lips quickly assaulted your exposed neck as her hands slid down the thin straps on your shoulders from the white dress you were at the gala, biting and sucking at your pulse point making an anticipated moan befall your lips. Your hands reached behind her back to unzip the beautiful dress that hugged her figure so perfectly.

❝So beautiful...❞ you heard her raspy whisper as her hot breath brushed against your skin before you felt her nibble and bite at your earlobe. Your legs wrapped around her waist to pull her body closer, and perhaps for some friction as your core pulsed from anticipation.

❝Please...❞ you begged as her mouth continuosly assaulted your collarbone seemingly ignoring your desperate pleas as she marked her territory. Her hands finally rid you completely off the dress you wore before her lips travelled down to your chest and she latched to your nipple allowing her tongue to flicker with it here and there as she sucked in it while her free hand grabbed your breast and trapped the nipple between her index and middle finger. You bit harshly on your lower lip as an attempt to suppress your moans, ❝Baby...❞ you whined and she released the nipple trapped between her perfectly white teeth with a pop.

Sitting herself between your legs, smirking down at you. Her hands reached for your inner thighs, rubbing circles on them having her hand brush gently against your sensitive skin through the fabric of your panties and you whimpered. ❝Tell me, baby...❞ she pressed her thumb to your covered clit and you bit harder on your lower lip, ❝What is it that you need?❞

❝Y-You...❞ your voice low, barely audible as you tried your best to hold in your moans but your answer seemed to satisfy the devil between your legs, at least for the moment, as her digits travelled up to the waistband of your white laced panties.

Taking her sweet time to drag them down, she spoke again ❝What is it that you want me to do to you, princess?❞she trailed off until your undergarment were completely off your smooth legs and threw them somewhere to the side.

And just as your mouth opened to answer her question, she dove right between your legs and her tongue teased your entrance making you let out a moan in anticipation instead. She smirked devilishly at the sound, having received exactly what she wanted before she gave your needy cunt one long lick before she pulled away just enough to look up at you, the warmth feeling of her breath brushing against the sensitive skin between your thighs nearly sending you over the edge as you bit down on your lower lip.

❝Seungwan... Please...❞ you let out a desperate plea, hoping it'd make the devil between your legs give in. Oh but how wrong you were. Her pleas only made her want to tease you more, enjoying it every time you squirmed at her gentle touches wanting more of her. Her index and middle finger pressed against your clit, the cold touch sent shivers down your spine as a whimper escaped your lips. And just as you were about to beg her once again, you gasped with a loud whine befalling your lips as she abruptly pushed her two fingers into you. The sudden penetration hurt yet you did not complain.

She rose, not just from between your legs but from the bed and only then had you complained before nibbling at your lower lip as you watched her strip of her clothes and your eyes wandered up and down her beautiful body. You wanted a taste of it... You wanted to touch her every part. You shut your legs tight as the needing feeling only grew with the sight in front of you. She knew how to torture you, there was no doubt in that.

Pulling yourself up as you sat against the headboard, your hand trailed down to your core, your digits reaching down to push their way into you but before you could, ❝Yn.❞ her tone was stern, warning. And you immediately stopped yourself, pulling your hand away with a sigh as you looked down. She sat on the side of the bed before parting her lap for you to lay. And you obeyed, laying down over her legs. A whimper escaped your lips at the harsh impact of her hand on your butt cheek. And she smacked it again and again as you whimpered with each painful impact until both cheeks were reddish and her hand printed on them. That's when she stopped, giving your ass gentle rubs to ease the burning feeling. ❝I'm sorry, baby. But you know the rules.❞ she said with such softness in her voice and all you could do was nod.

❝I won't touch myself again.❞ you said, whining yet again. You were so needy and she knew it so she finally caved in, her hand sliding down from your ass to your wet core, cupping it to get another whimper out of you before she spit on her fingers and you soon felt them press against your entrance, pushing their way inside your tight hole. You moaned out, laying across her legs with nowhere to hold for support as she started pumping her fingers in and out of you. And the more you whimpered and moaned the faster she went, curling her fingers inside you every once in a while. You threw your head back as you felt your walls tightening around her fingers as she hit your gspot over and over again until you couldn't take it anymore. ❝Ah! Wendy! I-I'm gonna cum!❞ you cried out and she smirked, pulling her fingers fully out of you.

❝Raise.❞ her distorted voice came out and you tried your best to stand up on your shaky legs. She pinned you against the nearest wall, her lips hungrily crashing into yours as her hand gripped your waist and the other rose your leg up to her waist. You wrapped it around her only for her hand to help position herself at your entrance. Before she pushed in as you desperately hoped she would, she dragged her tip up and down your wetened folds, making you whimper.

❝Baby...❞ was all you managed to get out in a pleading tone. And she complied, you felt her tip press against your entrance before

CLAP!

She slammed right into you making your bodies clap and tears to form in your eyes as you cried out in both pleasure and pain. She didn't dare to move, allowing your insides to adjust to her full size inside of you before she started to thrust her hips back and forth at a fast pace.

Your moans and the sound of two bodies clapping filled the dark room. Your hands, by hers, pinned against the wall right above your head as she fastened ther thrusts. A loud scream would escape here and there between your moans as you felt yourself tighten around her, who groaned at the feeling of her cock being squeezed. You could feel her throb inside you and it drove you crazy. ❝F–Fuck! Ah! Baby! I-I'm gonna cum!❞ you cried out and she pulled out one last time before slamming right back into you as her juices filled every inch of your cunt as you came undone all over her throbbing cock.

She stayed still, buried deep inside you, allowing you to ride off your high, your cum dripping down her member to the floor, creating quite a sticky mess. But she wasn't done with you just yet, picking you up and wrapping your legs around her waist, the petite female slowly bounced you up and down on her cock as she carried you to bed, laying down with you. Well, hovering over you, as she began to thrust in and out of you making your back arch as your hands gripped the bedsheets to the point your knuckles were turning white.

By the end of the night, your skin was covered in black and purple marks, her back was covered in reddish, vertical lines from your nails nearly skinning her back. Your hair were sticking to your faces due to the sweat as she laid next to you, both of you facing the ceiling and panting, trying to catch your breaths.

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