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goquokka00 · 17 days ago

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Perfect Masterpiece

Summary: Hyunjin had asked if you'd make a sex tape with him for when he's gone and away on tour. He had assumed that you'd say no due to you being a rather introverted and private person. But you had surprised him by saying yes.

Pairing: Hyunjin X Reader (F!)

Genre: Smut (18+)

Warnings: Reader's wearing a night gown lingerie thingie, video recording sex (pornography), fingering, sucking fingers, Oral (M! Receiving), praise, Hyunjin's a sweetheart and a gentleman, penetrative sex (wrap it before you tap it!), Reader rides Hyunjin, honestly it's Hyunjin and the reader having erotic sex while filming it and it's really hot in my opinion, 100% 18+ (seriously like if you're a minor don't read pls and thank you <3)

Word Count: 1.8K

"Say hi, beautiful." Hyunjin couldn't help but smile as he watched you wave to the camera. You were beautiful...a cute little silk night gown with noodle straps, gentle lace at the bottom. Your cheeks were slightly flushed, capturing even more beauty than Hyunjin could've ever imagined.

"Hi..." Your voice was soft, delicate. Your hand gently waved to the camera as Hyunjin zoomed in on your features, causing another giggle to leave you. And when your eyes found his behind the camera, you covered your mouth as you felt nerves flow through you. "I'm nervous now..."

"You're nervous? You were excited before..." Hyunjin laughed a bit with you, watching you nod as you moved your hand to reveal that shy smile he loved so much.

If Hyunjin was being honest, he would've never expected you to agree to making a sex tape with him. You were shy, private about sex life. Any time sex was brought up in conversation, you'd hide your flushed face in his chest, trying desperately to get Hyunjin to switch the conversation.

So when Hyunjin brought up the idea of recording the two of you being intimate, he had expected you to politely deny. Claim that you didn't feel comfortable recording the two of you, that you didn't want the video getting leaked. Not that Hyunjin would've gotten mad. He respected you and the decisions you made, never wanting to push you once.

But to his surprise, you had agreed, saying that you wanted to give him something while he was away on tour so he wouldn't be so alone. Besides, it was better than him stealing dirty panties that reeked of semen after being away on tour for so long.

And so now, the two of you were on the bed, you looking like an angel sent down from heaven as Hyunjin recorded you on the bed, his eyes soft as he reached forward to cup your cheek.

"It'll be okay...just pretend that it's me and you. This camera isn't here." Hyunjin's voice was raspy, but it was gentle. And while you weren't confident in bed, it did make you feel more comfortable.

"Okay..." Hearing your soft response made Hyunjin smile, the man reaching forward to run his fingers along your jaw, down your neck to your collarbone, only to gently grab the plush of your breast.

"Wanna show me how beautiful you are, baby?" Hyunjin's eyes glanced up from your chest to your eyes, staring deep into your soul. You nodded, smiling as you moved to take the nightgown off, revealing your silk panties with the tiny little pink bow, your breasts now bare.

They looked absolutely incredible on camera...soft and smooth, your nipples slightly perky. Hyunjin hummed as he ran his hand along the curve of your right breast, the camera capturing every second of admiration Hyunjin did in real time.

"You look so beautiful...like a goddess, my love." Hyunjin then moved down your body, the camera getting a view of your stomach and belly, all the way to your waistline. "Your body's so, so perfect...like a gift from the heavens."

Hyunjin's words made your heart soar in the clouds, your thighs rubbing together as Hyunjin moved to grab the soft flesh. Your skin was so smooth under his touch, so supple and perfect. Hyunjin didn't ever really think he could get enough of it.

And then, his eyes met yours again.

"Can I take them off now? Or do you wanna wait?" God, he was going to be the death of you. But you shook your head, spreading your legs a bit so Hyunjin could get better access to your panties.

"Mm-mm...take them off." And with that consent, Hyunjin helped you spread your legs a bit wider, one hand slipping into the side of your panties while the other pointed the camera towards your cunt, wanting to get this moment captured perfectly...even if Hyunjin was shaking from anticipation.

And once he pulled your panties to the side, he couldn't help the groan that left his lips. God, your lips were puffy and beautiful, your labia perfectly folded with your clit just barely peeking out of it's hood. A small string of arousal kept your cunt connected to your panties, only for it to snap softly and land on Hyunjin's finger.

"God, you're absolutely perfect...god, you're so, so perfect. Spread your legs wider for me....please?" Hyunjin was saying it over and over like a mantra, helping you spread out wider so he could get a better view of your pussy. And the wider your legs spread, the more your pussy spread, giving him an even better view of the pink flesh. "Fuck..."

You simply watched as he recorded your pussy, your boyfriend too focused on capturing the beauty between your legs. Your cheeks were red, your eyes hooded. It was like your boyfriend was hypnotized, unable to bring his focus anywhere else.

Eventually, after spreading one labia and then the other, he ran a finger along your slit, making you whimper. He loved when you made sounds...he loved it even more that they'd be recorded for him to hear whenever.

"Make more sounds for me, beautiful...I wanna be able to hear you." Hyunjin trailed his finger between your slit again, his pointer finger bumping into your clit which made your hips roll, a soft moan slipping out from your mouth. It was music to Hyunjin's ears.

And it didn't take long for his pointer and middle finger to slide into your entrance, curling against your g-spot, making you moan louder for him. It was like your body was an instrument, and Hyunjin had practiced playing it for years. Nothing could beat it.

"That feel good, my love? I bet it does...you sound so beautiful...so so beautiful." Hyunjin's eyes found yours again as he watched you squirm, your hips rolling into his hand before he eventually slid his fingers out, bringing them to your lips. "Taste how good you are...for me?"

And you did. Hyunjin groaned as he watched your lips wrap around his fingers, his brain filling with the imaginative idea of his cock being there instead. And the way his cock throbbed when he thought that...he knew he couldn't resist bringing that idea into reality now.

"There you go...such a good girl..." As Hyunjin praised you, he slid his fingers from your mouth, his soft eyes staring into yours. You had him entranced. Mesmerized. "Let me film you sucking me off...can I do that? Please?"

You couldn't help but smile, getting up from your spot so the two of you could shift around. You went to lay on your stomach between Hyunjin's legs, all the while Hyunjin laid on his back, your hands going into his sweatpants to pull out his cock.

The second your plush lips kissed his tip, Hyunjin swore he was going to bust.

He loved your mouth. He loved all of you. A lot. So, so much. What he loved most was how you reciprocated that love, keeping your eyes on his as you moved your head up and down his length, sucking so perfectly while moving your tongue along his shaft. It felt good, but it made him feel even better with the emotions behind it.

"That's it...just like that, beautiful. Your mouth's so pretty when it's around my cock..." Hyunjin zoomed in on your mouth, wanting to be able to see it up close when he would inevitably watch the tape back. Your small hands wrapped around the base, one sliding to his balls to gently grab and massage...your mouth joined not too long after, sucking and gently biting down.

He wasn't gonna last. You were too perfect.

"God, I'm gonna cum if you keep that up, baby..." Hyunjin groaned as he sat up, guiding your head off as he panted. You only giggled, your eyes watching his as you pressed soft kisses to his dick.

"Do you wanna cum? It's okay if you do, I don't mind." Even sucking him off so well, your voice was perfect. How? Hyunjin had no idea.

"No, no...I wanna at least be inside you for a bit." Hyunjin just needed a moment. That was all. Just a few seconds to recover so he could really go and meet God after being inside of you. "You'll ride me, right? Give me a show?"

How could you possibly say no to that?

"Mhm, I can." And with that, you climbed up his body, pulling your panties to the side once more before lining your cunt up with Hyunjin's dick, gently rubbing his head against your slit to get him lubed up just a bit more. And after a tiny bit longer, you sunk down.

Ah, there was God. Hyunjin swore he saw his hands reaching out as you took his dick to the hilt, filling yourself up completely. One hand found your thigh, gripping it like an anchor while his other hand recorded you grinding against him, your body sitting so perfectly on his.

Just seeing you above him like that was enough for him to bust. But he wanted to last. Needed to. He wanted to capture the beauty of your body on top of his, your hips rolling and your breasts gently bouncing as you started to get your rhythm together. You were an angel. A goddess, one that Hyunjin didn't feel worthy of being with.

And yet, he managed to score you.

"Fuck, yes...god, you feel so good, my love...you feel so, so good..." Hyunjin was panting as he watched you moan and use his body to please yourself. He knew that wasn't what you were trying to do. You were trying to make him feel amazing. But you were getting close too, he could feel it. "God, you're gonna cum, aren't you? You're clenching so much, beautiful...you're gonna cum so hard, right?"

"U-Uh huh..." You nodded, your voice going from moans to whimpers. You were right there. And Hyunjin was capturing it all.

"Let me see how beautiful you look when you cum...please, baby..." He didn't have to say anything else. It took one more bounce for you to shudder and fall apart above him, a shrill cry leaving you as your pussy clenched and quivered. Your back arched, unintentionally pushing your breasts just for Hyunjin's camera to catch.

That was all Hyunjin needed to cum himself, filling you up with a groan of his own. His hand gripped your thigh for dear life, his hips pushing up into yours before slowly relaxing, feeling his high leave him peacefully.

He looked up at you, watching you pant before he smiled, carefully maneuvering you to be underneath him before he got on his knees and pulled out, the camera focused on where the two of you had been connected.

"Let me see how much I filled you, baby." He gently pushed your legs up, causing you to whine before your pussy pushed out some of his cum, the white fluid falling between your legs and onto the bed. It was perfect.

Completely and utterly perfect.

Hey! Firstly, thank you so much for reading this post, and I really hope you enjoyed! If you did, please like, reblog, or comment so I can see how I'm doing with writing and getting feedback! I hope you have a lovely day! Sleep well, stay in good health, and eat something if you haven't! ❤️❤️❤️

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hedwig221b · 3 months ago

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I'm looking for some Sterek with soft Derek and happy endings. You know, the perfect mushy read after something dark and angst-ridden.

Okay, settle in for Everything is Beautiful and Nothing Hurts time

Physical Touch by mybestfriendsarebooks

Scott has noticed that Derek isn't big on physical affection. Scott and the others had made peace with that and knew when not to push or back away quickly. One person seems to be the exception. Scott notices the progression of this affection over the years.

The Words You Speak by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

Stiles just stared at her. “Derek’s a Werewolf, why the hell would he be in the hospital?” Melissa gave him an odd look, then turned to Scott for help, who looked just as lost. At least it wasn’t another one of Stiles’ oblivious moments, though considering Scott’s IQ, it wasn’t exactly hard to be down at his level. Melissa turned back to Stiles, still looking confused. “Whenever Derek has a bad day, he always goes to the postnatal ward at the hospital. He likes being around all the babies, and he’s actually really good with them. The women up there love him, he can get the crying ones to stop in a second. Not sure if it’s a wolf thing or a Derek thing, but it’s very sweet.” Derek did what now? “Did you both not know this?” Melissa turned to include Scott in her inquiry. “He’s been doing this for well over a year, I figured you knew.”

Ain't Nothing so Good as the Cake and Eating it by sofonisba_found

Derek thinks he's doing alright in life, with his family at his side and a job he loves. Despite his family's concerns he remains adamant that he doesn't need a mate, afraid to take the risk of letting anyone close enough to try to hurt his family again. That is until he realizes that his true mate has been right under his nose for years, and that now through his inaction he may lose him.

what a big heart i have (better to love you with) by crazyassmurdererwall (smartalli)

Stiles has a massive thing for Derek Hale. This is not news. Stiles, after all, has been carrying a torch for Derek ever since they bumped into each other at a taco cart at the start of his freshman year. But what is news? With no hope of ever capturing Derek’s attention, Stiles is thinking it might be time to let that torch go. Try to let it burn out. (Derek might have something to say about that.)

Three Lost Kids, Two Minute Noodles and One Hot Mate. by MysticEdge

Stiles is leaving a local store and he notices a toddler wandering the parking lot by himself. worried for the childs safety he rushes to him to discover the child had wandered away from his mother’s mini van. Doors are wide open. Upon closer inspection looks like there are 2 more kids in the car crying because the mother is laying face down in the back. Like she passed out after putting 2 of the 3 kids in the car. Frantic he calls his father while checking to see if the mother is breathing. The mother is Laura Hale. No Hale fire, Derek is still weary with people as Kate attempted to set the fire but was thwarted. Stiles meets Derek for the first time when he’s called to the hospital for Laura and the children.

Little Promises by crossroadswrite

Derek doesn’t really know what happened. He just knows there was a lady and she was pretty but she was also really mean and she was trying to hurt his friends. “Holy fuck,” Erica mutters and is harshly shushed by Isaac. “Don’t swear in front of the kid.” “It’s not a kid,” Erica counters. “It’s just-“ “Derek?”

You Fit Me Better by Rena

Five times Stiles and Derek ended up wearing each others clothes on accident, and one time it's deliberate.

Of Puppy Piles and Sugar Dreams by StarShineForMe

In which Isaac and Scott get de-aged, the pack must learn to bond and protect their own, and Derek ("Dewek!") and Stiles ("Sti-ewes!") are mates…even if it takes them forever and two toddlers to realize it. “Oh, God.” Stiles buries his face in his hands, water dripping down his wrists. “What? What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Derek whips out a towel, wrapping it around Stiles’ forearms, pulling them away from Stiles’ body so he can look them over. “I’m fine,” Stiles says, a little blankly. Erica and Boyd have set Issac and Scott back onto the floor, tickling them both into fits of giggles. He huffs out a noise that’s not quite a whimper, not quite a laugh. “Just wondering when the hell I ended up in my very own episode of ‘Teen Mom’.”

Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me? by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

So if his dad hadn’t been the one to come home and get him into bed properly, and was now making him breakfast, then who…? Seriously, his embarrassment level couldn’t get any lower at this point. It was bad enough to imagine it was his dad, but to know Scott had come to take care of him was worse. But not nearly as bad as the absolute horror and astronomical levels of embarrassment when Stiles walked into the kitchen and found Derek at the stove making French toast. Because of course it was Derek. If someone was going to see Stiles naked and passed out cold on his bed, why wouldn’t it be Derek? His long-time crush and provider of fap material? Sure, why not, life wasn’t horrible enough yet, might as well make it downright dreadful!

The by kaistrex (weishen)

Snippets of the lives of four-year-old Derek and baby Stiles as they grow up together.

Finding Home by captaintinymite (augopher)

To teach them a lesson, a pair of mischievous pixies hit Derek and Stiles with a spell that makes them six years old again. Neither of them remembers anything about their lives beyond that age. What happens when the pair of them become immediate friends and declare that when they grow up they will get married? Will they remember anything when the spell wears off?

A Slight Problem by kaistrex (weishen)

The Hale family dog takes a shine to seven-year-old Stiles.

Are You the One? by Venrajade

Derek's sister works for a television network with a dating show that claims that they are able to find someone's True Mate. Cora steals a scent sample from Derek and matches him to an Omega applying to the show with a 99% chance of them being mates. Which means Derek is now a reality dating show star. Shit.

Sometimes Not Seeing Is Believing by FeelingFredly

Stiles gave him a lopsided grin. “I wouldn’t poison you, Der.” His grin turned sharp and sharklike. “At least not much. I just need to test it on you to make sure it will work on other weres.” Derek snorted. “And you didn’t think Peter would be a better target for your experiments?” That got him a shrugged shoulder. “He offered, but I didn’t think it was a good idea.” ---or that time when an invisibility potion helped Derek see things a lot more clearly.

Slugs, and Snails, and Puppy Dog Tails by yodasyoyo

kid!Derek being super taken with kid!Stiles. And their interactions.

We're Like Milo and Otis by tabbytabbytabby

Stiles and Derek meet each other before they can even talk. With Claudia being the Hale family Emissary, Stiles spends most of his time with the Hales. Stiles and Derek are immediately inseparable. Stiles learns early on that his magic reacts to Derek more than anyone else and because of that he is able to shift into a fox and go on adventures with Derek. Those adventures aren't always safe but one thing is certain, they'll always look out for each other.

Five Times Stiles Needed A Crash Course On Wolfy Behavior and the One Time He Figured Shit Out by 1lostone

Pretty much what it says on the tin. Written for hungrylikethewolfie (ladyblahblah) who had a bad day and requested possessive!Derek and Oblivious!Stiles.

Lying (By Omission) by redezon

College fic where Stiles has an adorable girlfriend. Only ‘D’ isn’t adorable. Or his girlfriend. Or: Five times people talk about Stiles’s mysterious significant other, and one time they actually see them.

and i'll just keep on stumblin' (right now it feels too humblin') by dee_lirious

Derek Hale is pretty much the worst person in the world to hypothetically develop a crush on, being a murder suspect, a dangerous werewolf, a weirdo who stalks people from the treeline, and also living in a train car, Jesus Christ. (In response to jennova's prompt: Five times Stiles tries to make Derek smile and one time he succeeds but doesn’t notice because kissing or something.)

Loud Love

There wasn’t a single moment when they weren’t touching. They didn’t notice anyone — obsessed with each other, they were blind to all jealousy. The circle of one another’s arms encapsulated their world. Close, tight, inseparable. They didn’t care if someone watched them, both lost in each other, entrapped.

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guliexe · 4 months ago

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━━━TOKYO 18+

2Hollis x Female!Reader

.ᐟwarnings/tags: friends to lovers, virgin!reader, loving sex, very corny, soft dom!hollis, fluff, confessing, dry humping, oral (f receiving), use of y/n, love bombing, p in v, creampie, choking

♡ you go to tokyo to film a vlog for your friends, feelings are confessed, things heat up.

.ᐟw/c: 5.0k

You’ve been best friends with Nate and Hollis for years, ever since you were teenagers. You’ve shared countless memories and done almost everything together but you were too shy to be on camera with them.

So when they invited you to join them on a trip to Japan with two other guys you had only recently met, you hesitated, but eventually agreed. Now, here you are in Tokyo, surrounded by four men who seem to have made it their mission to annoy you all day long. Originally, they planned to hire someone to film their YouTube vlog, but since you didn’t know what else to do as the only girl in the group, you offered to take on the task yourself.

“Yo Y/N, grab the camera!” Nate calls out as you all prepare to leave the hotel room and head to the car. You take the camera in your hands and start filming.

“Welcome to the ‘boylife in Tokyo’ vlog yall” Nate exclaims.

“Well, boylife…plus a random girl, actually” Hollis adds teasingly, causing you to laugh, your voice picking up on the camera. You make your way to the car and sit in front of the others so they’re all in frame. Minutes pass as they talk about random stuff, laughing and joking with each other.

"That wasn’t a freestyle, that was SHEDIM,"

Hollis says, glancing down at his phone.

"But y’all ain’t OGs, so..." he adds with a

grin.

After arguing over who’s an OG and who’s not, you can’t help but laugh at their ridiculousness.

“Y/N, you can talk too, you know. Don’t be shy” Hollis says, glancing at you.

“It’s fine,” you say quietly, your voice picking up on the camera as you chuckle.

“You’re a part of this too, you can’t hide,” Nate adds jokingly.

After stepping out of the car, you and the group began wandering through the vibrant streets of Tokyo. Neon lights illuminated every corner, casting colourful glows in all directions, while hundreds of people filled the bustling streets and crowded storefronts.

You kept filming them for a couple of hours as they goofed around in different stores, tried strange street food, and shopped for clothes. But as the night went on, everyone started to feel a bit worn out and agreed it was time to head back to the hotel and chill.

Just as you were about to put the camera away in your bag, Hollis stopped you, swallowing hard.

"Hey, we don't have to go back if you don't want to. We can keep filming—I’m not tired" he said softly.

"Oh, sure, no problem. I’m not tired either" you replied, turning the camera back on to capture him.

He grinned at the lens, his energy still surprisingly high. "So, everyone else left—I know, sad—but it's alright because I'm here with the beautiful Y/N, and we're gonna stay out some more." You felt a warm blush rise to your cheeks from the compliment but quickly pushed the thought aside.

After wandering around for a while and filming Hollis ramble about minecraft, the two of you started to feel a bit hungry. You spotted a small, cozy restaurant across the street and decided to take a break there. Setting the camera on the table so it only captured Hollis, you both dug into your meals.

"Y/N still won’t show her face, but I’m gonna film her when she doesn’t know it—just watch me guys" he joked, glancing mischievously at the camera before looking over at you.

"Shut uuup" you mumbled through a mouthful of noodles, and reach your finger to the camera to stop it from recording further, which only made Hollis giggle at the sight.

Every time you were with him, it felt peaceful and fun—like nothing else mattered. This almost felt like an unofficial date, just the two of you chatting about random things, enjoying delicious food, and sneaking glances at each other every now and then. You couldn’t help but wish it could always be like this between you—and that he thought about it the same way too.

After leaving the restaurant, you stopped by a big arcade before heading back to the hotel. The room was packed with colourful machines, and loud Japanese music blared from the speakers. You wandered around, trying out different games and messing with the gacha machines, laughing at Hollis’s excitement over each prize.

Eventually, Hollis spotted a giant claw machine filled with adorable plushies and immediately zeroed in on a big bunny inside. You held up the camera, capturing his determined expression as he struggled over and over to get it out.

"I'm trynna win this for Y/N, but it's really tricky" he grumbled, glancing at you with a sheepish smile before focusing back on the machine. Hollis let out an exaggerated groan, throwing his head back dramatically.

“This shit’s rigged, I swear” he complained.

“You’re gonna spend all your money on that bunny” you teased, still filming him. He shot you a playful glare.

“It’s for you, so it’s worth it.” he turns his gaze back to the machine.

Your heart fluttered at his words, and you tried to ignore the way your cheeks warmed up. Eventually, after a few more failed attempts, Hollis finally managed to scoop the bunny up, and this time it didn’t slip.

“Let’s fucking go!” he exclaimed, and picked the bunny up from the prize chute.

“For you, pretty” he teased and turned over to you, placing the bunny in your hands. You couldn’t help but giggle, hugging the soft plush to your chest, and eventually turning the camera off for the night. “You’re ridiculous” you mumbled, but the smile on your face was impossible to hide.

Just before heading back to the room with the others, you and Hollis stepped outside the hotel and wandered to a nearby bridge. The city stretched out before you, vibrant neon lights glowing from every corner of Tokyo’s center, as the moonlight reflected off the water. You couldn’t help but take a deep breath, soaking in the beauty of it all while hugging the plush bunny close to your chest.

But the view that mattered most to Hollis wasn’t the city—it was you. Remembering what he’d said earlier that night, he pulled out his phone and started filming you. Your hair was swept back by the night breeze, your eyes fixed on the mesmerizing sight ahead.

You turned to him, a slight blush dusting your cheeks. “Hollis! What the fuck!”

He just laughed, lowering his phone a bit but keeping his gaze on you. “Couldn’t help it. You just looked... really pretty right now” he admitted, his voice softer than usual.

"Isn’t she pretty, y’all?" Hollis said, grinning at his phone before finally stopping the recording and slipping it into his pocket.

You shot him a glare, your tone serious, but your cheeks red.

"Don’t put that in the vlog, Hollis."

He just smirked, clearly enjoying teasing you.

"Oh, I definitely will."

You rolled your eyes, fighting back a smile. "Whatever. Let’s just go back."

You headed back to the hotel room with the others, keeping the camera rolling as they danced and lip-synced to random songs, jokingly fought eachother, and chatted excitedly about tomorrow’s show.

Eventually, everyone started winding down, collapsing onto the bed and couch. Laughter still echoed through the room as Nate and the others scrolled through the footage you’d taken. Hollis flopped down on the bed next to you, his shoulder brushing yours as he glanced at the screen.

“You got some good stuff today” he murmured, a lazy smile spreading across his face.

You chuckled. “Yeah, it was very fun filming you guys”

He nodded, his eyes still fixed on the screen, but you could tell his mind was somewhere else. After a moment, he looked over at you, a hint of seriousness softening his usual playful demeanor.

“Thanks for sticking around earlier. I know you could’ve just headed back with everyone else.”

You shrugged, trying to play it cool. “I didn’t mind. Besides, it was fun…just the two of us hanging out together.” you said softly, your cheeks blushing. Hollis's smile grew a little wider, and he glanced down, almost like he was trying to hide his own blush.

“Yeah... it was,” he replied, his voice quieter than usual.

For a moment, neither of you said anything, the noise of the others fading into the background. You could feel your heart pounding a little harder than before, caught off guard by how close he was and the way his knee still brushing against yours.

Just then, someone shouted Hollis’s name, snapping both of you out of the moment. He cleared his throat and pushed himself up with a grin, throwing you one last glance before joining the others. As he walked away, you couldn’t help but wonder if he felt the same way you did—like there was something unspoken between you two the past few months, especially tonight.

It was around 1 am, and you stood out on the balcony, your hands resting on the glass railing as you lost yourself in the peaceful atmosphere of the city. The others were in the room, chatting and working on a new song, their voices muffled. Suddenly, the sound of the sliding door caught your attention, and you turned to see Hollis stepping out onto the balcony.

“Are you alright?” he asked, giving you a soft smile as he joined you by the railing.

“Just needed some air. It’s nice out here” you returned his smile.

He nodded, leaning his elbows on the glass next to you. For a moment, neither of you spoke, just listening to the distant hum of the city and the muffled laughter coming from inside. Your heart started beating faster at his presence, and his perfume lingering in the air made your mind hazy.

It wasn’t the first time you’d felt that spark between you two. Lately, it seemed to happen more and more—stolen glances, casual touches that didn’t feel so casual, and the way his voice softened whenever he spoke just to you. You couldn’t help but wonder if you were imagining it or if he was just good at hiding how he felt because he wouldn’t want to ruin your friendship.

You glanced at Hollis, your expression thoughtful. "Everything okay?"

He hesitated before answering, his gaze fixed on the city lights. "Yeah, I’m good. Just... thinking, I guess."

Gently, you nudged his shoulder, your touch sending a small jolt through him. "You know you can talk to me, right? Tell me what’s wrong."

He let out a soft, nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "Nah, it’s nothing. I just... really enjoyed our time together tonight. I mean, I always do, but this was different. I just... I wanna spend more time with you like this... alone" His voice faltered, and he swallowed hard before finally looking at you, his eyes full of a vulnerability you hadn’t seen before. You felt your heart flutter, your cheeks warming at his words. Gathering a bit of courage, you took a small step closer, your fingers brushing against his.

"I’d like that too" you admitted softly and he moved his hand on yours.

"Yeah?"

You nodded, “Yeah, i like being with you…just us” looking up at his tall frame.

Hollis’s lips curved into a shy smile, his confidence wavering just a bit as his eyes flickered between yours and your lips. Taking a shaky breath, he leaned closer. For a moment, he hesitated, as if giving you a chance to pull away—but when you didn’t, he closed the distance and pressed his lips softly to yours.

You leaned in closer, deepening the kiss as your hands slid up to rest against his chest. Hollis responded by placing his hands on your waist, his thumb gently caressing your side, making your heart flutter. The kiss grew more confident, both of you lost in the warmth and softness of the moment.

Just then, the sound of the balcony door sliding open made you both pull apart, your faces flushed and breathing a little uneven. One of your friends poked their head out, completely oblivious to what they had just interrupted.

“ Yo, we’re ordering food—any preferences?” they called out, not noticing the way you and Hollis quickly stepped apart, trying to act casual.

Hollis cleared his throat, glancing at you with a small, sheepish smile before answering. “Uh... no, I’m good with anything.”

Your friend nodded and slipped back inside, leaving the two of you standing there with matching grins and hearts still racing.

After finishing your food, the tension between you and Hollis still lingered in the air, subtle yet unmistakable. Every now and then, your eyes would meet across the room, and a quiet thrill would race through you before one of you quickly looked away.

Eventually, everyone called it a night, saying their goodbyes before retreating to their rooms. You settled into bed, but sleep wouldn’t come easily. Your mind kept replaying the kiss, the feel of his hands on your waist, and the way he’d looked at you with that soft, vulnerable expression. No matter how much you tried to calm your thoughts, your heart wouldn’t stop racing, leaving you sleepless.

“Bro, come on, we’re gonna be late!” Nate called out to one of the guys to hurry.

You held the camera steady, capturing the chaos as everyone scrambled to get ready for Hollis’s show. Since last night’s kiss, nothing else had happened between you two. You’d been surrounded by the others all day, and although you couldn’t help but steal glances at Hollis whenever he was nearby, there hadn’t been a single moment alone together.

You sat in the VIP section of the venue, making sure to get the best angle for the vlog. The energy was electric—your friends on stage giving it their all, the crowd going wild with every song. You couldn’t help but get caught up in the excitement, a proud smile on your face as you filmed the unforgettable moments.

“That shit was crazyyy, bro!” Nate yelled into the camera, grinning from ear to ear as he threw his arm around one of the guys. The show had ended some minutes ago and everyone was backstage.

You panned the camera to catch Hollis as he fixed his earrings and wiped the sweat from his forehead, still catching his breath. When he noticed you filming, he shot you a lopsided smile and walked over, his eyes bright with excitement.

“How was it?” he asked, his voice a little raspy from performing.

You lowered the camera just enough to give him a genuine smile.

“Amazing. You killed it out there.”

His grin widened, and he hesitated for a moment before reaching out to squeeze your hand briefly, giving you a look that made your heart race all over again.

“Glad you were here to see it.”

Your cheeks warmed at the brief touch of his hand, and you barely had time to process it before someone called his name from across the room. Hollis gave you one last smile before walking over to join the others, who were already talking about heading back to the hotel.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your heartbeat as you continued filming the chaos backstage—everyone sharing stories, laughing, rapping and still buzzing with adrenaline. A little while later, when most of the guys had moved on to pack up their gear, you found yourself in a quieter corner, reviewing some of the footage on the camera.

Suddenly, Hollis appeared beside you, leaning against the wall with a casual, tired grin.

“You really got everything, huh?” he teased, nodding toward the camera.

You smiled back. “Yeah, pretty much. Gotta make sure the vlog captures it all.”

He hesitated for a second, looking around to make sure no one was listening. “Hey,” he said softly, his voice dropping to that gentle tone he used when it was just the two of you.

“About last night...I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you looked up to his eyes.

“Me too” you admitted, your voice almost a whisper.

He rubbed the back of his neck, looking a little nervous despite his usual confidence.

“Can we maybe... talk later? Just us? I just... I don’t want that to be a one-time thing.”

A smile tugged at your lips as you nodded. “I’d like that.”

Relief washed over his face, and he shot you a smile before going back to packing his things.

“Born to do the most… forced to do the least”

Hollis said to the camera, doing a silly expression before breaking into a grin, making you laugh out loud as he lay on the bed, reviewing the footage for his “style” video clip.

After an hour or so, everyone eventually went to their rooms, calling it a night. You hadn’t gotten a chance to talk to Hollis alone, and the anticipation was starting to eat at you. You sat on the edge of your bed, absentmindedly scrolling through your phone when a soft knock sounded at your door.

You quickly set your phone down, crossing the room to open it. There stood Hollis, looking a little disheveled, his hair messy and his shirt slightly wrinkled, but you loved it.

“Hey” he whispered, glancing over his shoulder to make sure no one else was around.

“Nate’s finally knocked out. Mind if I come in?”

You stepped aside to let him in, your pulse quickening as he slipped inside and gently closed the door behind him. A shy smile tugged at your lips as you spoke.

“I was hoping you’d come”

He turned to look at you. “Yeah?…I really wanted to see you”

Hollis took a hesitant step closer, towering your short frame.

“Y/N... I feel so good when I’m with you” He said softly, his gaze locking onto yours.

“Lately, you’re all I can think about. I was kinda scared about kissing you—I didn’t want to mess things up between us—but... I really fucking enjoyed it.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, and without thinking, you reached up and cupped his cheek. You looked him in the eyes, a soft, sultry look appearing on your face.

“Kiss me again, then” you whispered.

He didn’t hesitate this time. His hands found your waist, pulling you closer as his lips met yours in a kiss that was deeper and more intense than the last. Your fingers threaded through his hair, and he let out a quiet, contented sigh against your mouth.

When you finally pulled apart, both of you were slightly breathless, and he rested his forehead against yours with a lazy, satisfied grin. His eyes softened as he looked at you, brushing his thumb along your cheek.

“I want more... with you,” he whispered, his voice low and sincere.

“I love you.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and a smile spread across your face as you cupped his face in your hands.

“I love you too” you whispered back, your voice full of honesty and warmth.

He couldn’t help but smile, his arms tightening around you as he kissed you again—this time slower, savoring every second. You took a deep breath and whispered.

“Can you sleep here tonight?”

“Yeah” he replied without hesitation.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

A wave of relief washed over you, and you couldn’t help but smile as he pulled you closer, his hands tracing gentle patterns on your back. You leaned into his embrace, resting your head against his chest as his fingers brushed through your hair.

For a moment, you stopped talking, just soaking in the quiet intimacy of the moment. You felt his heartbeat under your cheek, steady and comforting, and it made you realize how safe you felt with him.

“Feels so good being able to say how i feel to you now”

You nod, then soon after, you leaned up and kissed him again, slow and unhurried, like you had all the time in the world. Your hands moved from his shoulders to his chest, feeling the warmth radiating through his shirt. His grip on your waist tightened, and he pulled you even closer, his hands sliding down to rest on your hips. Your bodies pressed together, and a soft sigh escaped your lips.

The kiss grew hungrier, his hands roaming up your body as if he couldn’t get enough of being close to you. Your lips trailed down his jawline to his neck, leaving sloppy, heated kisses along his skin. You could feel him shiver under your touch as you sucked gently, leaving marks that made him let out a low, breathless groan.

His grip on your hips tightened, pulling you even closer, and you could feel his growing tent poking you. You moved to his ear, your lips brushing against it as you whispered,

“I want you”

A shaky breath escaped his lips, and he pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark and filled with desire.

“want you more”,

he whispered back, his hands sliding under your shirt to feel the warmth of your skin.

His lips found yours again, more desperate this time, as if he couldn’t hold back anymore. He guided you to the bed, his body pressing against yours as his hands explored the skin under your shirt, never breaking the kiss. He sat on the edge of the bed with you on his lap, leaving open mouthed kisses on your jaw and neck, making soft whines escape your mouth.

The sounds you made only making him harder, he put his hands on your hips, pushing you down on his erection. You slowly start grinding on him, moaning in his ear from the way his hard dick feels on your pussy.

“H-Hollis, wait” you stammered, suddenly gathering your thoughts and pulling back just enough to catch your breath.

He froze instantly, concern flashing across his face as he looked at you, his hands still resting on your waist. “Mh? What’s wrong?” he asked gently, his voice soft and reassuring.

You bit your lip, feeling a little embarrassed but knowing you needed to be honest.

“I just... I’ve never done this before,” you admitted, your cheeks burning.

His expression softened, and he cupped your cheek with one hand, his thumb brushing tenderly over your skin. “I know, baby” he whispered, the pet name making your heart flutter and your pussy wetter. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss on your cheek.

“We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for. I’ll be gentle”

“Okay…” you whispered softly, the nervousness melting away as you looked into his eyes. Then, without a second thought, you closed the distance, crashing your lips onto his with a newfound confidence. He responded immediately, deepening the kiss as his hands slid down to your ass, firmly squeezing it. You start grinding on him again, wrapping your arms around his neck. You panted and moaned as he moved your hips on him faster. His hands moving to your shirt pulling it off of you, revealing your bare chest.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, makin’ me, mhp…so hard”

You whined in his ear, and he kissed your collarbone, pushing you harder against him, as he gently squeezed your tit, his fingers playing with your nipple.

“I’ve fantasized about this for so long” he admitted, caressing your ass.

“Mmh,fuck…need you—ahh…so bad” your small moans and whines filled the room.

“…‘m so close” you panted, your voice shaky as your hands gripped his shoulders tightly. He leaned close, kissing you, and suddenly picked you up and placed you on the bed, hovering on top of you. He placed soft kisses on your jaw, his hands moving to your sides.

“Let me take care of you, princess” he softly whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

He moved his hand under your shorts and panties, placing his fingers on your heat. You gasped at the feeling, arching your back. He smiled at your reaction, kissing your neck and biting on the marks he left before. He started moving his fingers on your clit in a circular motion, moans leaving your mouth as you held him close to you.

“mh, so wet ‘f me, baby” he muttered, feeling your wet folds.

He took his hand out of your panties, making you whine from the loss. He sat up, and placed soft kisses on your tummy, positioning himself between your thighs. He held onto the hem of your shorts, sliding them down with your panties, throwing them somewhere in the room.

“Such a pretty pussy, baby”

He wrapped his arms around your legs, leaving soft kisses on your inner thighs. You flinched under him, your breath quickening as you try to close your legs together from your embarrassment.

“Relax , princess, let me make you feel good, hm?

“O-Okay..” you stuttered and nodded, slowly opening your legs for him.

He went back to kissing your thighs, until you felt his slender fingers on your soaking cunt. He spread your folds, feeling your wetness, as he leaned closer and put his warm tongue on your clit, making you gasp and slightly pull on his hair. His mouth slowly moved faster, sucking and licking on your pussy. Your grip on his hair tightened as you arched your back, moaning and whining from the intense pleasure.

“You taste so good, princess…mmh” he whispered, his mouth vibrating on your clit. Suddenly, he slipped two fingers in your hole, stretching it out, his mouth never stopping, as you bit your lip trying to hold your moans from escaping. He moved faster and faster, devouring your swollen pussy, bringing you closer to your climax.

“ S-Stop–ahh…Hollis…”,

you managed to gasp out, your hands moving to his shoulders as you gently pushed his head away.

“Hm?”,

he asked softly, looking up at you, his tone full of worry. His hands eased their grip on you, giving you space as he searched your face for any sign of discomfort.

“Don’t wanna cum yet, wan you to fuck me” you whined.

Your words made his dick twitch, his eyes widened and breath quickened.

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna do any—“

“Yes Hollis, fuck me…please, i need you” you immediately cut him off.

He swallowed hard, taking his shirt off in a swift motion, then his pants, and he hovered over you, kissing your lips softly, his hard bulge pushing on your pussy through his boxers.

“Want you…in me” you whispered in his ear, moving your hands to the hem of his boxers tugging on them.

“So eager for my dick, princess?” he cooed, as you whined and nodded fast. He then took his boxers off, his hard cock hitting his abdomen, making you drool at the sight. You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him hungrily, as he grinded his bare dick on your heat, taking in his hand and rubbing it up and down your soaked folds.

“Mhp..fuck” you moaned.

He put his tip on your entrance, slowly pushing it in, not wanting to hurt you. You gasped from the sudden pain, tightening your grip on his back.

“Is this okay, baby?” he softly muttered in your ear, his voice gentle and full of care.

You swallowed back a shaky breath, your hands gripping his shoulders and you nodded.

“Y-Yeah... keep moving,” you reassured him, pulling him closer to you.

His lips brushed against your neck, planting soft kisses as he continued, his movements slow and careful, until he filled you up completely. Soft whines left your mouth, as you tried to catch your breath, adjusting to his size. He started moving again, carefully, going in and out of you, the pain you felt slowly turning into pleasure, and the tears forming in your eyes fell on your flushed cheeks.

“so tight ‘n warm”

His pace quickened, bringing your leg around his wait so he could thrust deeper into you. You panted and moaned uncontrollably, as he wrapped his hands tightly around your throat, lightly squeezing it, and kissing you passionately. His other hand moved on your clit, circling it with his thumb, still pounding into your tight hole.

“Ahh, ngh…feels s-so good” you whimpered, trying to speak properly as his hand squeezed your throat. Feeling overstimulated by his dick and thumb, you suddenly felt a tight knot in your tummy, and you tugged on his hair.

“mhh…’m gonna cum”

“Cum for me, princess…make a mess on my dick” he whispered in your ear, kissing your jaw.

And just by hearing that, you came, moaning his name, creaming his cock, your legs trembling as his thrusts became slower.

“Hold on a little more baby, fuck, i’m so close”

You squirmed under him. He gripped your hips, pushing them firmly on the bed, his fingers bruising your soft skin as he sloppily fucked your dripping pussy.

“Cum in me” you bawled.

“What?!You sure?”

“Yes, please…I love you”

And with a few more thrusts, he finishes in you, “Fuck…”, filling you up with his warm white liquid.

“I love you so much, fuck, my pretty girl”

He presses a soft kiss on your lips , and collapses onto you. For a moment you didn’t say anything, just trying to catch your breath, his cum leaking from your hole. He sits up, and puts his boxers back on.

“Let me clean you up, hm?”

Hollis slipped out of bed and made his way to the bathroom, returning with a towel. Gently, he cleaned your abdomen, his touch tender and careful, never breaking the comfortable silence between you. As he worked, he pressed soft, affectionate kisses along your stomach and up your body, making you giggle softly at the ticklish sensation.

Once he was done, he tossed the towel aside and climbed back into bed, pulling you into his arms. You nestled against his chest, feeling his heartbeat slow and steady beneath your cheek. He pressed a lingering kiss to the top of your head, his voice low and full of warmth.

“You okay?”

You nodded, smiling sleepily.

“More than okay” you whispered, looking up to meet his gaze.

He grinned, brushing a few stray strands of hair away from your face.

“Good...I love you” he murmured, his thumb grazing your cheek.

“I love you too” you replied, leaning up to kiss him one more time, slow and sweet, before drifting to sleep in his embrace.

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CALL IT WANT YOU WANT — yu jimin x f!reader

the self-on kode with karina had boosted your popularity as a solo member immensely. you find yourself invited to another show; nothing much prepared. yet, you weren’t exactly alone this time.

TAGS — fluff, lesserafim member!yn, flirty!karina, continuation of magnetic, lee youngji’s show, lowk crack

WORDCOUNT — 2.3k

your manager drops you off in front of an apartment complex. waving goodbye to him, and with a promise to not stir up any trouble, you enter the apartment building, nerves trembling. reaching the lobby, you press on the call button, dialling in lee youngji’s apartment number.

“hello!” you greet as youngji’s face comes into view.

“oh my,” youngji gasps, “hurry up before i leave!”

“this is your house though?” the video ends abruptly. you laugh as you enter the lift.

the lift slowly brings you up, a stranger eyeing you weirdly. pulling up the mask closer to your face, you resist the urge to run away.

the lift dings, and you exit, turning corners to finally reach her apartment. pressing on the doorbell gingerly, you start to remove your shoes. you hear youngji’s rapid footsteps as she approaches.

“y/n-ssi!” youngji shrieks. cheers resound from the small crowd of staff. cameras and lights form a semicircle, capturing your every move. you smile shyly at everyone, waving your hand.

“welcome to my house!”

“Is this your actual house?” you ask, “not like a set?”

youngji laughs, “what makes you think i can afford a set like this? of course it’s my actual house!” you nod, grin plastered on your face as you sit down on the cushion. youngji immediately starts introducing the various food items she prepared for you.

yet, when she points at a certain plate, your eyes widen in recognition as she states, “that’s for our other guest, she likes tonkatsu.”

“other guest…?” you repeat, “my manager didn’t say anything about another guest.”

youngji grins at you apologetically, “because we didn’t inform him about it! no worries, you should be well-acquainted with her!”

the staff laughs at your reaction, glaring at youngji who paces around the room.

the webcam rings again. you try to soothe your nerves by slurping up the noodles youngji had prepared. acquainted with you? and someone who likes tonkatsu? you couldn’t believe it. could youngji really manage to get..?

“karina unnie! welcome back to my house!” your heart drops.

the familiar idol peeks around the corner.

“y/n?” jimin gapes. you share a similar reaction. youngji claps gleefully at the interaction.

“welcome back my favourite unnie and my newest unnie!” your eyes narrow while jimin’s crinkle into an eye smile.

“please take a seat next to y/n unnie!” you tense up before shifting slightly to accommodate for the unexpected arrival. jimin grins, sitting down with her humongous bag. “hi, nice to see you again. you haven’t replied to my message yet.”

“i was busy,” you reply in a low voice. jimin only rolls her eyes and moves in closer. you feel your throat constrict at the closeness.

“youngji, can i have water please?” you ask. the girl mentioned immediately brings out a large bottle from the fridge, placing it on the table. she clears her throat, “okay, now that we are all settled! today we have y/n-ssi and karina-ssi!”

you cheer awkwardly along with the staff.

“this is the first time we have two people from different groups!” youngji exclaims, “unnie, of course, has been here before and y/n is here for the first time.”

youngji turns to you, “have you watched unnie’s episode?”

“ah… no i haven’t…” you glance at jimin apologetically. the idol turns to you, affronted.

“y/n, that’s so hurtful!” jimin pouts. you look away, coughing to mask the choking sensation caused by her big puppy eyes.

you take a large gulp of alcohol, youngji laughs at your expense.

“have you watched any of y/n-ssi’s content recently then?” youngji prompts.

jimin sighs, hands going to massage her temples exaggeratedly, “of course! i watched her vlog to japan and her dazed interview.”

you try to hide your red face behind the glass of alcohol, eyes darting from jimin’s piercing gaze.

“y/n-ssi, did you hear that? unnie has been keeping up with your content!” your ears flush maroon.

“sorry… i’ve been busy with stuff,” you defend yourself. jimin giggles, sipping on her miniature cup. her posture seems relaxed and calm, of course, since this would be her second time appearing on the show. meanwhile, you sit upright, meekly staring at youngji.

“how have you guys been? aespa’s having a comeback, right?”

jimin brightens up, “yes, it’s our first full album. we have a pre-release single called supernova and our title track is armageddon! please show lots of love since it will be our first time promoting a full album!” the staff breaks out in applause. you clap along.

“y/n-ssi!” youngji calls out, “are you going to buy their album?” you gape at youngji, “uh, sure!”

“shouldn’t you ask unnie for a signed copy?”

“ah… uhm, karina-ssi—”

jimin pouts at you, “call me unnie and i’ll give it to you!”

you feel faint at the close proximity of her beauty.

“unnie…”

the idol laughs, patting you on the back, “youngji, isn’t she so cute? her reaction is the opposite of minjeong but they’re both so funny.”

“what’s your mbti? wait no— i’ll guess!” youngji shrieks. even before she opens her mouth a second time, jimin swiftly answers, “istj!”

“oh, sorry, but even if you’re older than me you can’t just interrupt like that,” youngji deadpans. you choke on the water you were drinking. jimin only swats at the host, “i was helping you. you definitely couldn’t guess her mbti.”

you cough, “jimin is correct.”

“unnie, you’re istj? wow!”

“i think it’s quite obvious, no?” you ask, pointing at yourself. jimin shoots you a smile.

“how do you guys feel about your episode on self-on kode reaching five million views? it’s one of the most popular videos now. please say something to the camera,” youngji asks. jimin nudges you while she takes a bite out of the tonkatsu. you blush thinking about the video.

“i’m thankful for all of jimin’s fans who watched the video and enjoyed our interaction. it was my first time appearing solo and i was worried that my personality would be too timid and shy. but i’m glad our fans liked the video,” you smile at the camera, “to all the mys and fearnots, i love you all.”

youngji sighs, “unnie.”

“yes?”

“should we just get married? i think i should pay more taxes to witness your smile.”

jimin interrupts again, cheeks puffed with food, “no!”

the subtitle underneath would read, ‘in a fight between whales, the shrimp is the one that gets hurt.’

“y/n is mine,” jimin says after swallowing. you just stare at her incredulously.

“unnie, you can’t just claim people like that! what if y/n unnie doesn’t like you!”

“i don’t care, i met her first.” you think this side of jimin is incredibly childish. and cute.

youngji frowns but then bursts out into laughter, “okay let’s say, we share y/n unnie.”

jimin shakes her head.

“okay, pick between, no shin-chan or no y/n— let’s play a balance game!” your eyes widen as youngji yells. maybe too much energy was a bad thing.

“three, two, one, answer!”

jimin huffs, “no y/n…”

you chuckle, of course jimin’s love for shin-chan would prevail. you roughly remember the boo keychain she had given you last time after the shoot ended, thankful that you dealt with her nonsense.

you didn’t bother telling her you had fun. she could probably tell from the smile on your face.

“lee youngji, jay park or y/n? three, two, one—”

youngji slams the table, scoffing, “unnie, let’s just continue the shoot without you.”

jimin claps gleefully. as the idol laughs, her hand comes striking down on your back. you yelp in pain, surprised by the forcefulness of her slap.

“—oh! i’m sorry!”

you narrow your eyes at jimin, “was that on purpose?”

“i would never slap someone like that on purpose!” jimin was such a liar. you’ve been her victim many times.

“unnie, even y/n unnie is scared of you,” youngji says, bringing out a candy ring from her pocket, “that’s why, y/n unnie should marry me instead.”

you laugh loudly, reaching out your hand to receive the ring.

“hey, didn’t you give me a shin-chan ring?”

“that was in the past, it is all about the future—”

“i’m going to slap you next!”

while the two bicker, you slip on the ring, yet it doesn’t fit quite as snug as you hoped. a little loose around the edges, jimin notices your call for help. deft fingers wrap around yours, trying to tighten the ring. a snippet of her tongue pokes out, eyes focused on securing the ring. your eyes flicker to her face. it’s adorable how jimin is so concentrated.

“there,” her eyes shone, “it’s secure now.”

you look back at her, mumbling, “thank you, jimin.”

a voice breaks your eye contact, “i’m sorry, but is this a blind date? am i interrupting? should i leave?” youngji stands up.

you hastily try to pull her arm back to sit down, “no!”

“yes!” jimin nods. you glare at jimin, who pouts again. what was god thinking when he made jimin? did he not consider how many heart attacks her pout would cause?

“ah, young love,” youngji sighs, lamenting as she sits down again, “unnie has mentioned you countless times on bubble.”

“oh, really?” you turn to jimin, in disbelief.

jimin scowls, “lee youngji, don’t buy my bubble just to tease me.”

“i didn’t buy your bubble!”

“ah, you bought mark’s one, right?” you ask, remembering the episode with twice. youngji nods excitedly, “you watched nayeon and chaeyoung unnie’s episode?”

you nod, “i’m a once, it was a very fun episode.”

“unnie, flatter me more and i’ll ask them to text you.”

laughing, you shake your head, “it’s okay, i’m happy being a once and watching their content.”

“i heard you were a fan of got7 too.”

“yes, ahgase was actually my nickname in the self-on kode episode.”

“jimin unnie, you said you liked older women in the episode,” youngji asks, “how did you feel when you found out y/n unnie is younger?”

“of course i was still happy! i liked y/n ever since lesserafim debut,” jimin says, “and park y/n, you watch twice but not aespa content?”

your eyes widen as you shake your hands in front of you, denying, “no, i watched twice’s episode a long time ago! i didn’t have time to watch yours!”

“what if it was minjeong who came? would you watch it?”

at this point, jimin was just having fun teasing you.

“i really didn’t have time,” you whine. jimin sighs dramatically, “maybe i’m the only one putting in effort in this friendship.”

“jimin unnie, i think you should consider acting,” youngji says out of the blue, “like a first love turned ex type of drama.”

jimin laughs. you could definitely imagine jimin acting. but maybe for the sake of your sanity, she shouldn’t act in any romance drama for now.

“have you guys met recently after the self-on kode episode? all your fans have been wondering and ah! did you see the article about y/nrina’s outing?”

you roughly recalled such an article. chaewon had showed it to you. it was a few weeks after the episode had aired and jimin wanted to go out. you had agreed, and unbeknownst to the two of you, there was a fan who took a photo of you at the restaurant.

“we went to a photobooth, and to the arcade. i think fearnots may know but jimin won a plushie there, the cute cat one that i posted on weverse. then we went to go eat.”

youngji pulls out a piece of paper, the photo printed on it.

“lee youngji, what is this prop?” jimin asks.

“newest edition to our show!” youngji says proudly, pointing at the two familiar figures, “can you explain this photo?” it was the trending photo of jimin and you fighting over the bill before jimin ended up handing her card to the waiter, happily smiling at you.

“jimin wanted to pay the bill and i disagreed, wanting to split half-half,” you explain, “we played rock paper scissors and jimin won, so she paid.”

jimin grins, looping her arm through yours, “but next time y/n is paying!”

“next time, will you guys invite me too?”

“sure!” you exclaim, “we can go eat pork belly. let’s shake on it!” you extend your hand, grasping youngji’s and shaking in a firm grip.

youngji pulls back, eyeing her hand as she says, “i’m never washing this hand again.”

“lee youngji—”

“ah, unnie, isn’t it time for you to go home?” youngji perks up. jimin shakes her head, “i wanna stay here longer.”

“unnie, don’t make me call your manager,” youngji turns to you for help.

you sigh, grabbing jimin’s humongous bag and trying to get her to stand up, “jimin, please get up.”

jimin resists for a few seconds. you smile shyly at her. she finally relents.

turning to the camera, you grin, “thank you for inviting us today, youngji! i had a lot of fun and so did jimin.”

“thank you for coming!” youngji smirks, “and thank you for dragging unnie home! let’s stay in contact y/n unnie!”

you wave goodbye at the crew and drag the frowning jimin out of the apartment. after successfully reaching the door, you put on your shoes. jimin’s arms wrap around your back as she sighs, “y/n…”

“hm? what is it?”

“i want a kiss.”

you smack her shoulder, “no, get off me.”

“please y/n! i didn’t even tease you that much this time! and if youngji can ask for your hand in marriage, you should allow your girlfriend to ask for a kiss!”

“on the cheek.”

“no!” jimin points at her lips, “here!”

glossy, red and plump. your eyes zero in, but you shake your head, “no, jimin. control yourself. we’re still outside youngji’s apartment.”

jimin huffs, sulking as she puts on her shoes.

“in the lift,” you say, “i’ll give you a kiss in the lift.”

your girlfriend perks up, tying her shoelaces with a speed unknown to mankind. you giggle at her eagerness.

“y/n, hurry up!” jimin yells, pulling your arm towards the lift lobby.

nothing has really changed. you still can’t find yourself denying yu jimin. even after she’s become your girlfriend.

#aespa #aespa x reader #aespa x fem reader #karina x reader #karina #yu jimin x reader #jimin x reader

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muletia · 18 days ago

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✧˖° 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 — 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

mer!optimus x human!reader

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 // 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

word count: 4800

You're not sure how much time passes before you regain control over your body. Time slows down, stretching like overcooked noodles, giving you a chance to escape, which you’re currently unable to take.

The only thing your body knows how to do at this moment is freeze more efficiently than the cold, wet stone beneath you. To go completely still, allowing the merman to win the reflex race, giving him a perfect opportunity to devour you whole. You almost expect teeth as sharp as machetes to sink into your soft flesh with the ease of a knife sliding into a stick of butter forgotten on the counter.

The feeling from yesterday returns, from your first encounter. That disgusting, paralyzing anticipation of being eaten alive.

But this time, you look your killer straight in the eyes. Tired, yet gentle eyes, unique white pupils branding their burden into the folds of your brain, just behind your eyes.

They're beautiful — you think, because your heart, pounding like a jackhammer, drowns out every other thought. He’s beautiful, all of him.

And enormous. Only now, experiencing his size up close, do you truly comprehend what that means. His face alone is as long as three-quarters of your entire body.

Serene, yet unmoved. Melancholic, yet joyful for some reason that brings him delight. Full of contradictions, just like his entire existence is to the human concept of what is known and safe.

Majestic is a good word. No other could capture what he truly is to a fragile human.

But he’s also a threat. A killer and an apex predator. And most of all, he’s far too close to you — a creature with nothing to defend itself, surviving only by his mercy. And even though the fact that you’re still alive continues to surprise you in a good way, it doesn't change the status quo that has reigned on this planet for billions of years.

He is an apex predator, and to survive, you must maintain your distance.

The reptilian part of your brain jolts awake as another powerful breath from the merman plays at being your hairdresser, sending your hair fluttering backwards.

Screw that suitcase, screw everything. You have to run. Now!

At last, you regain control over your body. You cut the invisible strings spun from fear and controlled by the merman, and you do what you should’ve done the moment you made eye contact with him from such a close distance.

You scream and flee.

Though… it’s hard to call it a "flight" when it’s more like rolling backwards off the rock and falling flat on your back into the shallow water. Liquid swallows your dry clothes whole, and with it comes a rush of strategic clarity, finally allowing you to fully wake up. Suddenly, all your senses are tuned to every rustle, every movement, and every scent. The splashing of water behind the rocks in front of you and the worried chirp reach your ears as if they’re coming from inside your brain.

This time, you don’t freeze like a deer in headlights. You spring upward like a loaded spring just as the merman blocks your view of the horizon. He braces himself with his arms against the rough surface of the rock, miraculously not crumbling it under the weight of his power. His face is worried, tinged with concern.

Maybe he does look friendly, maybe he really was worried you’d hurt yourself from the fall, but that’s not enough for you to feel safe when such a fragile distance still lies between you. You scramble back in panic, not daring to look behind you, which sends you landing on your butt again, this time not in water, but warm sand, clinging to your clothes like breading on a chicken cutlet. An unpleasant sensation, but you’d rather suffer through that than feel the merman’s teeth sinking into your flesh.

A gentle, guttural chirp escapes him. Soft, leaving you with no illusions that he had any intention of pouncing on you in a moment of weakness. He only pierces you with his gaze, scanning your body for… wounds? Scratches? You’re not sure, but you can guess when he slumps down flat against the rock, pressing his chin into the stone’s hardness. No longer a towering mountain holding your fate, but a quiet hill — an observer trying to seem as harmless as possible.

You look at him for a moment, still unsure what you're supposed to do in a situation like this. And he looks back at you, white pupils relaxed, covering a greater portion of his azure iris. In the distance, you hear a soft splashing sound, like behind the rock he’s lying on, but that’s not what concerns you most right now.

“You didn’t eat me,” you say, still not fully believing that this is what reality looks like.

The merman gently raises his head, letting you know he’s listening closely, even if the meaning of the words is blurry to him.

“You could’ve attacked me,” you continue, unsure if you're speaking to him or yourself “Eaten me when you had such a good chance. But you didn’t, did you?”

In response, you get only a confused chirp.

Of course. You’re not going to get anything meaningful out of him.

You blink a few times. You’re alive. You are alive.

Suddenly, you want to take a huge, deep breath. To fill your lungs to the brim, which you do. But you can’t quite bring yourself to exhale and lie down on the sand, basking in the relief of still having your limbs intact. One moment of not being turned into a toothpick isn’t enough to convince you to lower your guard.

You run a hand through your greasy hair, tugging gently at the roots near your scalp, and glance back at the merman, still comfortably perched on the rock. Unlike you, his gaze is focused solely on one thing.

On you.

You should take a page out of his book if you want to survive. Maybe this time he chose not to eat you, but that’s not enough to earn anyone’s trust.

But you are alive. You felt his warm breath on your face, got closer than your comfort zone should ever allow, and you managed to survive.

A complicated string of clicking sounds snaps you out of your moment of survival celebration. The merman watches you with concerned eyes, the fins on both sides of his head pressed tightly to his body. You can only guess what he wants, too many potential questions or requests racing through a mind you still don’t fully understand.

So you shake your head and say, “Nope, we still don’t understand each other.”

He tilts his head slightly, then sighs subtly, deciding to scan you once again from head to toe, down to your uncomfortably soaked shoes.

Is he… worried about you?

But why would he be?

You watch him for a moment as he crosses his forearms, returning to that elegant, relaxed pose, trying in vain to decipher his intentions. Until, between wild theories, a small but crucial thought pops into your mind.

The suitcase!

You idiot, how could you forget?! A cold shiver slides down your entire spine, and the hair on your forearms stands on end.

The suitcase…

How are you even supposed to get it back now? Shit, what if the merman crushed it with his body?

No, you don’t even want to think about it. You’ll kill him with your bare hands if that happens. The suitcase has to be intact. Now you just have to figure out how to reach it…

You lean side to side, trying to spot the familiar gleam of metal between the rocks, but the merman’s body is so massive, it blocks your entire field of view. Honestly, it’s a miracle he even fit in that "gap," the sides of his gigantic tail pressing against the rough, uneven rock walls on both sides.

It didn’t look comfortable...

The idea of how to get what you want without having to get any closer to the merman hits you like a speeding truck.

"Erm," you begin, a sudden, unexpected shyness momentarily paralyzing your ability to express yourself. The merman, however, offers a faint smile, encouraging you to continue even if he has absolutely no clue what you're trying to say. "Could you, uhh, could you move back a little?"

You ask the crucial question while simultaneously stretching your arms out in front of you, elbows bent, and pushing them forward a few times, making it fairly clear what you want him to do.

For a moment, he just stares at you, analyzing the message. His scaly black brows furrow, revealing the mental gears turning inside his crest-adorned head. And then, at some point, his smile… disappears. It’s replaced by sorrow, a tinge of hurt, emphasized by a single pathetic, raw chirp — the kind you’ve heard countless times when he called out to you.

But this one carries a different motivation in its tone. He didn’t like the idea of moving?

Still, before you can label the attempt at communication a failure, the merman rises on his arms and gracefully pushes himself backwards, the scales along his tail scraping coarsely against the rock. The mound of his massive, living body shrinks and lowers until it's level with the water. The splashing that marked his movement subsides. The sound of waves kissing the shore drowns out any further clues as to what the merman is doing now.

You don’t waste time, not this time. You immediately scramble back onto the rock closest to the untouched suitcase, screw the scratches and the blood, and stretch your arm out as far as it will go like you’re trying to rip it out of its socket.

No luck.

“Shit,” you mutter, helplessness mixing with rage.

You’re ready to swim for it, to plunge into the merman-infested waters just to finally reach your cornucopia, when the merman’s head rises from the water a few meters behind the suitcase, his nose hidden below the surface.

You freeze, but this time the shock doesn’t last. Oh no, we are not going through the same bullshit again.

And yet… suddenly, the idea of bathing in salty water no longer sounds as inviting as it did just seconds ago. You try again under the merman’s watchful eye, but your third attempt also ends in failure.

His head lifts higher now, revealing his entire face, pearly drops of water carving slow trails over scarred skin. Once again, that same concern greets you, punctuated by a dimmed click.

You sigh furiously, fist pounding against the rock’s surface as you glare — first at the merman, cursing his presence, then at the suitcase. You almost start cursing the fact that you ever even noticed it, because so far, it’s only brought you frustration and trouble, if not for the fact that your anger is too layered to direct at just one creature. It’s not like you won’t manage to get the suitcase into your arms eventually. You will, today even. The real problem lies in patience — an iceberg melting with every second spent without that precious find.

Summoning the last of your determination, you try once more, but when you almost tumble into the cool, crystal-clear water, you're forced to give it a rest for a moment.

The merman looks from you to the suitcase before clicking a few times, the intonation hinting at a question you can’t begin to answer. His sharp, thick claw pointing at your mystery box doesn’t help.

Your complete lack of response prompts the merman to shorten the distance between you, and for a split second, you’re sure he’s about to snatch the suitcase and dive back underwater. Cold sweat trickles down your lower back, but thankfully, your paranoia never becomes reality. The merman surprises you by holding out the suitcase to you on his outstretched palm like it’s nothing heavier than a pebble.

“Okayyy,” you mumble. “Thanks?” and grab the find. The merman instantly increases the distance between you again, though he still stays close.

You had mentally prepared for the struggle of taking the suitcase, for a sudden weight dragging your entire body into the water, but your body betrays you anyway when you nearly let the prize slip right back into the sea. The merman stirs, ready to help, but somehow you manage to handle it.

Clutching the heavy suitcase to your chest with both arms, you slide off the rock, impatience, and the need to see what’s inside urging you on. You ignore the scratches, the wet shoes and underwear, the splashing, the scraping of scales behind you, and drag yourself onto the beach.

You give the suitcase a moment of freedom only when you reach dry sand, where you drop it carelessly, ignoring a curious chirp from behind. The world narrows to just the suitcase. But not for long. The moment you open it, it expands across hundreds, thousands of kilometers.

Oh, it was worth the risk of a close encounter of the third kind. Your recklessness and stupidity finally paid off.

The first treasure to greet you upon opening the suitcase is a bottle-green towel. Wet and stinking of saltwater, but you wouldn’t dare complain. You’ll take anything that’s in there. The towel, as it turns out, is heavy and very thick. You toss it to the side, aiming it toward the brush to keep it from getting caked in sand. Deeper inside, clothes catch your eye. All sorts of Hawaiian shirts, each at least three sizes too big, shorts, a few pairs of boxers and socks, and flip-flops, again, too big to be of real use. At the very bottom of the pile awaits a massive hoodie. Perfect for colder nights… not that you’d ever need it.

You swallow down all your pessimism when it’s finally time to check the small black toiletry bag. Your smile dims slightly when your eyes land on a proudly labeled “3-in-1” dark bottle of shower gel, but then you remind yourself you have no right to complain. And really, there’s no reason to, not when you see the toothbrush.

Never in your life have you felt such overwhelming, almost euphoric relief at the sight of a plain toothbrush. True, its absence had only started bothering you this morning, but still finally, something to scrub the fruity candy off your teeth.

Inside the bag, you also find nail clippers, a razor, and sunscreen. The razor has a blade. If you manage to break it apart, you’ll have a makeshift little knife. The excitement cools when you realize how small the blade is. It’s mostly good for slicing leaves or painfully slow, inefficient fish gutting. Meat’s useless without fire, and you’re not sharpening a few sticks without slicing yourself open in the process. And that’d be the end of your survival chances.

But your good mood returns the moment your eyes roam back across your other finds.

“I can get clean,” you say aloud, your eyes instinctively searching for a listener.

In this case, the curious merman, lying on the same rock as before.

“Get that? I can finally clean myself, ha!” you declare, still grinning.

In response, you receive a happy, soft trill.

“I know it’s dumb ‘cause you won’t understand anyway, but thanks, seriously. For handing over the suitcase, I mean. Heh, now I’ve got something to brush my teeth with.”

“Assuming you’ve got some fresh water around here,” your enthusiasm dips at the thought of digging through bug- and spider-infested vegetation in search of drinkable water, but for now your mood is too good to be spoiled. “Thanks again.”

The merman churrs cheerfully, a sound eerily similar to the ones you’ve heard tigers make in random internet videos. Behind his rock, you once again hear soft but rapid splashing.

Maybe it’s the excitement, the sheer joy tied to the suitcase, but suddenly the merman doesn’t seem so terrifying. Suddenly, he looks friendly. Endearing, even. Genuine.

Still predatory and monstrous, but also gentle. Contradictory, just like everything about him.

He invites a response to his contented smile, and you give it, watching for a moment as his eyes widen and the fins at the sides of his head perk up in brief surprise, before his large, webbed hands begin to knead the air in that same delightfully odd way he was kneading the sand this morning.

"Pfff," you let out a soft laugh under your breath.

Okay, fine, he could be cute. You're not sure what his behavior implies, or why he overreacted to such a simple gesture from you, but suddenly, the aura of dread, of sharp claws, teeth, and Herculean strength melts away.

It gives you hope for greater freedom. The possibility of moving around the island without fear that a single wrong step will lead you straight into his stomach. It’s just the seed of warmth in your chest, a foretaste of autonomy while you await rescue, but it already makes you feel lighter.

Clinging tightly to that feeling of lightness, you stuff the saltwater stinking findings back into the suitcase, zip it up, and grab the handle to drag it back to your temporary base. After taking a few steps, and hearing one confused, slightly pleading chirp the siren seems to follow you, which proves to be true when halfway there you catch sight of his head poking out from above the restless waves.

Soon the suitcase joins the lonely life vest and untouched fish. You carefully spread all your wet clothes out on the grass, choosing the sunniest spots you can find. The ones least battered by seawater you drape over your shoulder, along with the heavy towel, and shove your toothbrush, toothpaste, and that damned 3-in-1 shower gel into your hands.

You glance over your shoulder, searching the horizon for the outline of ships or planes, but the only thing you see is the siren’s massive body blocking the view to infinity. His face twisted in a silent plea that… what? That you stay with him? Won’t go where he can’t follow?

But why, for what, what’s the reason? Why has he become so fixated on you? Loneliness? Madness?

His need for contact unnerves you, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel a faint twinge in your heart, especially after how helpful he’s been to you.

But it’s not enough to convince you to stay.

You search the distance again, looking for the shape of ships. Still nothing. No sign of civilization.

For the last time, you hold eye contact with his large, sorrowful eyes. Then disappear into the foliage.

After one too-close encounter with a tarantula, walking into a branch you spotted too late, and two stumbles over overly well-hidden dry roots, you finally manage to find your source of fresh water. A small, shallow pond with remarkably clean water, freshly fed by a timid little waterfall, small, but quite tall just begging to be explored later.

You resist the urge to drop to your knees and gulp down water like there’s no tomorrow, the remnants of your common sense manifesting as a faint, quiet voice reminding you that drinking still water is a bad idea if you ever want to sleep in your own bed again. With the last shreds of self-control, you manage not to make one of the most basic mistakes a castaway can make, congratulating yourself for not being a complete idiot.

The thirst gnaws at you, but you find the patience to take off your sneakers and socks, then your clothes and underwear, before stepping into the cold water. You shuffle towards the waterfall, the deepest part where the water only reaches your knees, and waste no time catching the falling water in a cup formed by your hands. You silence your remaining doubts, and at last, your taste buds remember what water is supposed to taste like.

You drink greedily, filling one hand-cup after another until your throat stops begging for more, refreshing you with an overwhelming sense of comfort. You stand under the waterfall for a while, letting the water do its job and wash away the dirt, sweat, and tears.

The effect is immediate. suddenly, you no longer feel disgusting. You’ve regained a piece of what was taken from you, a sliver of normal life you plan to cling to for as long as you possibly can.

You close your eyes, and the sound of running water becomes indistinguishable from the one you’ve heard a million times while taking a shower. You mentally return to that exact moment, though you feel as if it’s not water droplets touching your skin, but tiny icicles, irritating you with their chill.

Maybe you just wanted to freshen up after an exceptionally hot day? The AC broke for the third time this week, so you were forced to take a cold shower just to feel human again. Mhm, that’s exactly what happened.

Unfortunately, you’re not allowed to enjoy this comforting illusion for long. Just as your mind starts to believe everything’s okay, the safe little bubble is pierced by the siren’s sorrowful yet beautiful singing. Similar to the melody he unknowingly treated you to during your first encounter, but you could swear it’s different now, more clicks in the “verses,” a shift in tone. As if he changed the incomprehensible words, creating a new song.

The sadness returns, along with your compassion for the siren, for the grief and bitterness carried by his song, but also for the loss of your own peace and quiet. For feeding yourself lies that everything’s fine, all to preserve your fragile human mental health.

But nothing is really fine, is it? And nothing will be until you make it safely home, no matter how poor it is, infested with cockroaches, with broken AC and dangerous neighbors. Maybe you’re no longer confined by four walls of civilization, seduced by freedom from fast, consumerist life but what does it matter, when the freedom you’ve been offered is nothing but an illusion?

“I want to go home,” you whisper again, though the cold water no longer bites as harshly as before.

When the siren finishes his song, you try to return to your safe little bubble. You squeeze your eyes shut tightly, letting your thoughts drift to the refreshing feeling of a cold shower on a hot day. And for a moment, you really are in your bathroom. Familiar and safe.

Until the siren starts singing again.

You only have enough strength to hug yourself tighter before stepping out of the flowing water and moving to the very edge of the pond, standing naked on the wet moss. You’re not exactly keen on polluting your possibly only source of drinkable water with chemicals from your shampoo.

You use very little, squeezing out just a drop onto your open palm to catch a mere hint of real freshness, and lethargically, using only as much water as you can gather in your hand-cup, you wash the shampoo from your body. You brush your teeth the same way — conservatively and away from the pond — but the effect of such a simple act is overwhelming.

The Hawaiian shirt hangs off you and the excess fabric of the boxers and shorts has to be tied in a tight knot so they don’t fall off your hips. But it’s still better than wearing the same underwear for the third day in a row. The implication that these clothes likely belonged to a now-dead person gets shoved deep to the back of your mind.

Following the symbols carved into the trees, you return to the campsite. You’re not surprised by the sight of the beached siren, nor the smile heavy with relief he gives you. Or the sweet little clicks that still make no sense.

What breaks the illusion of routine is the fish he holds in his hand. It seems bigger than the one he caught yesterday, and the one still lying on the sand from today. Its scales are a different color too, shimmering yellow and gray in the last rays of the setting sun.

At first, you assume it’s his dinner. Granted, the fish still looks comically tiny in his huge hand, but maybe among fisheaters it’s considered a snack? That’s at least how you try to justify the fact that he bothered to catch it at all.

The siren quickly proves you wrong. As it turns out, after laying the fish on dry sand, patting it a few times, and retreating safely back into the ocean, several good meters away from his catch, it’s neither a snack, nor a bite, nor dinner.

“For me?” you ask, pointing to yourself.

The siren’s nod cuts off your breath halfway to your lungs.

“But... why?” you point to the earlier offering “Thanks, but I haven’t even eaten the last one yet.”

You can’t stand the moment of heavy silence.

“What exactly is this about?” you ask, deciding to accept the gift, sticking to the plan of not pissing off the creature that could kill you with a flick of its fingers “Why are you being so nice? Do you have some kind of motive behind all of this?”

No answer.

Only when you place the fresh fish next to the one you received this morning does the siren inch a little closer, still keeping a distance you’re comfortable with. He watches you with hope, glancing back and forth between you and the fish, but when you don’t meet his expectations, he sighs heavily and returns to what he’s been best at so far: looking majestic and elegant.

“Sorry, but I’m not eating it raw,” you explain as if he could understand you. “Let me know when you find me a pocketknife, then we’ll talk.”

That’s where your tangled, primitive conversation ends.

The rest of the day drags on painfully slow. Aside from going out to fetch dinne r— namely, two papayas — worrying that your fruit supply is vanishing a little too quickly in your stomach, giving the siren your papaya peels again (whom you should probably leave alone with the remains once more), drinking a coconut, and going for a refill of fresh water stored in its hard shell, you accomplish nothing remotely groundbreaking.

Watching the sea and sky for ships or planes before night swallows the horizon ends in miserable failure, leaving you overwhelmed by a longing you can’t seem to shake. And even though you managed a successful interaction with the siren, scored a clean change of underwear, and found a source of drinkable water, you still don’t feel victorious.

Because so what, if this wasn’t your home?

You’re still stranded on a deserted island. Hungry, exhausted, worn out.

You’ve had enough.

The siren chirps softly in distress when he hears your sobs, but all you can manage is to turn your back to him. Your entire body shakes as the crying drains the last of your energy, until your mind finally escapes into darkness. Even in your sleep, you taste the salty sting of tears on your tongue.

This time, you wake up knowing exactly where you are. There’s no illusion of rushing to work, no mental calculation of how many sacred minutes of peace remain before the devilish sound of the alarm rips you from bed.

You wake up hungry and tired, like you only closed your eyes for a few minutes in a quick nap, rather than finishing a whole day to carefully regenerate for the next one. The salty stench of fish hits your nose, and the sound of waves, still calm for now, shakes the grogginess off you. You’d love nothing more than to sleep a few more hours, hoping to recover from the fatigue, but you know you can’t afford such a luxury. What if you miss a ship gliding across the ocean? Or a small plane searching for that one castaway?

Finding the last bits of strength, you slowly push yourself upright, brushing grains of sand out of your hair that snuck in during the night.

I’ll have dreadlocks soon, you think bitterly, failing to comb through your hair with your fingers.

Then you hear an unusually loud breath coming from the beach and you react with cheetah-like speed, immediately flattening yourself back against the ground. Your heart races as your brain processes the signal of a possible threat, heart lodged in your throat, but the panic doesn’t last long.

It’s just the siren. He’s far from you, he won’t hurt you — you calm yourself.

But spotting familiar shapes beside the siren makes your pulse spike again, this time from excitement.

You step out from behind the bush, now free to observe the beach and freeze.

The siren beams when he sees you, flaring his fins and smiling wide. He greets you with a low, morning chirp, but your brain doesn’t have any room left to register the sound.

Because right in front of him lie two large suitcases.

#muletia writes #for the singing and dreaming #merformers #merformers x reader #mer optimus #optimus x reader #optimus prime x reader

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authorhjk1 · 1 year ago

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Fantasy

(Kwon Eunbi X Winter X Male Reader)

"How was school today?"

Minjeong looks up from her plate.

She still feels a little weird around her mother. The two of them never talked about what happened last night after Eunbi left her room.

"It was alright..."

Minjeong glances at her mother as she leans down to capture the noodles between her chopsticks, before they fall back into the bowl. Her eyes stop at her cleavage. Her mother's chest looks as amazing as always. If Minjeong....

She shakes her head. Yesterday was a one time thing. She is glad her mother helped her out. But it was embarrassing nonetheless. No one has seen her naked since she can remember. She feels this weird tingly sensation whenever she thinks about last night.

The buzzing of her phone makes her realize that she was staring at her mother a little too long. Minjeong quickly checks the message she got.

Like she said, her day was alright. Which can't be said for her friend. Karina just broke up with her boyfriend today. Or rather he broke up with her. Via text. While sitting in the same class.

Minjeong never expected him to be such a selfish coward. Karina left quickly after she read the text and the two girls stayed together for the whole day, Minjeong trying to comfort her friend.

"When are you coming over?"

"Mom, can I stay at Karina's over the weekend? She is having a hard time."

"Sure, sweetie. But don't you want to spend time with your brother?"

"That's why I'm leaving tomorrow morning and not now. And he is gonna stay a while anyway."

"Alright."

Eunbi nods, giving her permission.

She herself is still very aware of what happened the night before. She is happy that she was able to help her daughter out. And yet, she knows she crossed a line. A line which a daughter and a mother usually shouldn't cross. She somehow feels a little guilty. Should Eunbi have stayed out of it and let her find out on her own?

The two of them keep eating in silence and clean the table afterwards. They are both thinking of the night before. Wanting to keep this relationship like it was, no one is bringing it up. It might be best to just forget it happened.

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You get up when you finally reach the station. The several hour train ride gave you more than enough time to think. After moving away and finishing high school somewhere else, you started studying medicine. Struggling with studying and projects for a year now, you do have to admit that medicine might be too much for you.

You are now looking around after getting your bag out of the train. You are trying to find something different. You do know that time is running out. You do have to settle for something eventually. But medicine is just not it. You furrow your eyebrows. You can't see her anywhere.

Eunbi can't help but let out a loud sigh as she sits down. She just bought herself a cup of coffee at the train station while waiting for you.

The things she did with her daughter just won't leave her mind. She feels guilty. As if she just corrupted her own daughter. But did she really?

Eunbi takes a soulless sip of her coffee. She just wanted to help her out. Even if she did go a little far, it was only with good intentions. Right?

The guilt just doesn't want to leave her body. She feels shame at what she has done. Her daughter should have these kind of experiences with her boyfriend. But then again...

Eunbi leans against the back of her chair, letting out another sigh. This feels like one of the most challenging moments, since she become a mother. She used to always know what was right and what was wrong. But this is different. It's a grey area. It might be controversial in society, but is it really wrong? Is it really wrong to help your daughter out?

You walk through the station, surprised you don't see her anywhere. Your stepmother told you she would pick you up. You expected her to wait on the platform, since you told here where you'd arrive, but it seems like she is running late. Or she got lost. You found out when you were younger that she has a really bad sense of directions.

But you do find her eventually. She is sitting at a table near a cafe. She looks oddly worried. As if something really important is bothering her. You walk up to her, approaching her from her right.

"What is a beautiful young lady like you doing in a place like this?"

Eunbi looks up at you with a frown on her face as she hears your weird pickup line. But a smile quickly follows, when she recognizes you.

"You are finally here!"

She jumps off the chair to give you a tight hug. You feel her warm body press against yours. You hug her back, having missed her for quite a while now. After a couple of moments, Eunbi takes a step back to look you up and down.

"You've become quite handsome yourself, young man."

She winks at you, while playfully hitting your chest.

"Thank you, mom."

You can't help but feel embarrassed. Every guy can agree that his mom, telling him how good he looks, is embarrassing. Especially in public. If it's true or not is a different matter. But Eunbi isn't even your real mom. You call her that, but you both know you are basically not related. Apart from her being your father's wife for a short time, the two of you are just a woman and a man.

"How are you doing? I haven't seen you in a while."

"Just tired. Studying just isn't for me. School was already hard enough."

"Don't worry. Everyone finds their path eventually. I'm sure, you will too."

During your ride home, you pass by a couple of places you remember from your childhood. After failing school, you moved out of the house. You had to get away from your parents' place. Eunbi is becoming more and more chatty the longer she drives, wanting to catch up with you. Looking outside the car window, you realize you were gone for quite a while, but nothing seems to have changed here. There is the store you used to work at. The grocery store Eunbi goes to almost every day. And your sister's school. You used to go there too. Your grades were bad and you know you can only blame yourself for that. But there were more factors than your family's history.

You remember a certain teacher as you drive past her house.

"Miyawaki Sakura"

That's what her doorbell nameplate says. You know it, because you've been here once or twice before, hoping to catch a glimpse of her after school.

She was the hottest teacher at school. Probably still is. She always wore tight dresses and more daring outfits than the other teachers. It distracted you from studying, whenever you sat in her class. And Math was never your strong suit from the get go. It's not like you blame her for failing her class, but she definitely made it harder to concentrate.

She is also the reason for your interest in older women. It started out with Ms. Miyawaki. You realized that she looked way better than the girls in your class. More mature, more experienced and so on.

You never had a girlfriend. But if you would be looking for someone, you would be looking for a mixture of Ms. Kiyawaki and your stepmother.

Eunbi is your ideal of the perfect woman. While your teacher was more of a fantasy, limited to nothing but her hot body, Eunbi was and still is the person you would want to settle down with.

You get why your father liked her, despite him being an asshole. Eunbi has it all. Her charisma, her humor, her caring side, even her strict side, all of her qualities draw you towards her. She is mature and dependable. At the same time also independent, while being able to raise two kids, she also managed to get her dream job.

For a couple of moments, you wonder if there is another person like her. With a personality like hers. While you keep daydreaming about your possible future girlfriend, you realize Eunbi's car is entering the driveway.

"And that's why I told her 'No, thank you'."

Eunbi laughs at the story she just told you. You can feel your cheeks heat up a little in embarrassment. You didn't catch a word of what she said.

When she looks at you, you grin at her, pretending to have listened.

"Oh gosh, look at the time."

Eunbi glances at her watch.

"That's your fault. You always drive so slow."

You avoid getting hit as you jump out of the car.

After getting your bag out of the trunk, you follow Eunbi to the front door. You step inside, looking around. Everything looks the same. Just like two years ago. Just like the last time you visited.

"Is she still awake?"

"I sure hope not. I told her to go to bed. You know, because of school."

"Right."

You have a history of long nights with Eunbi. She stayed awake after working and all, trying to get you through your math class. But having a hot teacher at school didn't make it easier at all. And you also remember the arguments you had with Eunbi about dropping out of school. The back and forths on the pros and cons. You are still very aware that Eunbi felt kinda betrayed as you decided to leave. But that was over two years ago. And you were able to convince her that it wasn't her fault, which she started to believe at the beginning. You are very glad to have a woman like her in your life.

"But, why is it so hot in here?"

"What?"

While Eunbi is only wearing her top, you are still wearing your jacket. But it isn't just that. It really is very hot.

"Not again!"

Eunbi disappears into the basement. You wait in the living room, taking your food out of your bag. After studying medicine, you realized how important it is to take care of yourself.

You place your protein powder on the kitchen counter, just as Eunbi comes back up the stairs.

"Is something going on?"

"The heater has been broken for a week or two. And no company I called can send someone to fix it, because they all have so much to do already. They said it's gonna take at least another week."

Eunbi rubs her forehead as she sighs. Maybe that's why she looked so worried while she drunk her coffee earlier.

"Let me take a look at it tomorrow."

"You would do that?"

"Sure. I learned how to do it, while I worked at the garage."

"Ah, yes. I remember. While you were graduating."

You nod.

"I'm tired now, though. So I will sleep now and have a look at it tomorrow."

"Are you not hungry? It's late, but I can make you something."

"It's fine, I'm not hungry."

You smile at Eunbi, before heading to your room. The truth is, you are hungry. But you are afraid you would do something stupid right now, if you didn't take care of the situation you have.

Once you lock the door, you get on your bed and take your pants off. Closing your eyes, you see pictures of your former math teacher in your mind. Just thinking about her makes you hard. You remember the last time you saw her. In class. With that ridiculously low cut dress. And how tight it was. It was so tight you thought it was gonna rip as she picked up the pencil she dropped, while she walked through the room, checking everyone's work. No way that drop wasn't on purpose. You had a full view of her ass as she bend down, the outlines of her panties visible through the thin fabric.

Eunbi sees that you turned the lights off as she exits the bathroom. She smiles, just happy that you are back. At least for a while. Walking past Minjeong's room, Eunbi doesn't hear any noise inside. She wonders if her daughter is now able to take care of her needs probably and knows what a catch she is. She still can't believe her daughter thought she isn't pretty enough. If she had a boyfriend, all of her insecurities might go away. Or at least have her first time. It might make her more comfortable and make her more aware of how precious and beautiful her body is.

Eunbi sighs as she steps into her own bedroom. But where would she find someone whom Minjeong finds interesting? This would be a very special moment for her. She can't just pick a random guy off the street. Eunbi's last relationship ended a while ago, so she can't offer Minjeong her own boyfriend. But wouldn't that be weird? All the men she dates are at least as old as her. Which means they are way too old for her. It would be best for Minjeong to find someone her age. Maybe someone at school? A classmate? Eunbi shakes her head at that ridiculous thought. As if she would go to school and ask boys to sleep with her daughter. Because she knows too well, that Minjeong wouldn't dare ask herself.

Lying in her bed, your stepmother is still awake, thinking about the situation. This is starting to really bother her for some reason. She hates to see her daughter be insecure and sad. She doesn't want her to be afraid of getting intimate with someone else. If she doesn't help her now, it might become a problem in the future. What if Minjeong is never going to find the right person?

Eunbi shakes her head in disbelief. That couldn't happen, right? Her daughter really is a good person. And, despite her thinking otherwise, pretty too. She feels her eyelids growing heavier as she starts to drift off to sleep. Eunbi still feels weird, thinking about her daughter's sex life. But she just wants her to be able to love herself. Any mother would do the same. Right?

Eunbi escapes a loud yawn as she leaves her bedroom. Her throat is dry and she is dying of thirst. She is suddenly blinded by the kitchen light as she walks around the corner.

"Argh! Who left the lights on?"

"Sorry, mom."

Eunbi jumps as she hears your voice.

"It's three in the morning. Why are you up?"

"Couldn't sleep."

"What were you doing?"

"Just looking around. Trying to find something I want to do."

You hear her sigh as she takes a glass out of the shelf behind you.

"You don't have to do that in the middle of the night. Why are you putting so much pressure on yourself?"

As she fills her glass with cold water, you shrug your shoulders.

"I need something to do. Something to earn money, you know? Medicine isn't for me. So what am I supposed to do next? Start studying something else?"

"Would be worth a try."

Eunbi sits down on the other side of the table.

"Like what?"

"I don't know. That's what you have to figure out. What are you interested in?"

"Nothing."

You sigh as you lean back.

"That's not possible. You must have something. Maybe you just don't know what it is yet."

"I don't have time to look around everywhere to find something. I need to start soon, if I want to study."

"Have you talked to anyone about it? You can't be the only one who doesn't know what to do."

While Eunbi drank her water, the two of you kept talking for a while. Eventually, Eunbi convinced you to maybe try an internship. Or ask people you meet why they chose their job.

After she left, you move from the kitchen table to the couch. You keep scrolling online. What would interest you? After a couple more minutes, that question still lingers in your mind as you start to doze off.

"Oppa!"

You almost fall off the couch as you hear her scream. A second later, Minjeong is all over you. You can't get up, because she is lying on top of you, hugging you tightly.

"I missed you so much."

You hug her back, knowing how heartbroken she felt, when you moved out.

You are eventually able to get her small body off you after a couple of minutes.

"How is school?"

"It's alright. I'm staying over at Karina's place over the weekend."

"I see."

You've met Karina before, but that was maybe two or three years ago.

When Minjeong stands in front of you, you realize how beautiful she is. Not in a weird way. More like, you as a brother acknowledge that your sister is beautiful. Nothing else.

Her white headband keeps the blonde hair out of her face. Her sweet smile makes you smile back. Her pink and white jacket covers her otherwise standard school uniform. You can't see her white blouse with her name tag, but her blue skirt jumps up and down as it's owner does the same.

"I'm so happy you're back!"

Minjeong skips into the kitchen, ready to make herself breakfast.

You chuckle as you stand up and follow her. You've never seen her this excited about you being home. Maybe it's just because she hasn't seen you in quite a while.

For the second time today, Eunbi enters the kitchen, while you sit at the table. You are not alone though. Your stepmother smiles as she sees you and Minjeong laughing together. She knows her daughter missed you very much. She is glad you are back and lifting Minjeong's mood a little.

Eunbi sighs as that thought enters her mind again. Her daughter's insecurities made her stay up later than usual. And she can't get that night out of her head. Should she talk to Minjeong again? Maybe it helped her more than she lets on.

Eunbi's thoughts are interrupted by you, telling Minjeong a joke. Your sister laughs out loud, almost tearing up. Eunbi chuckles, always surprised at how you are able to make her laugh like that. It seems like you are the only one who can do it.

Remembering that she still has some work to do before the weekend, Eunbi makes her way towards the basement, leaving the two of you to yourselves. Heading towards the washing machine, Eunbi realizes how nice the temperature is. For the past weeks the heater went crazy for some reason. Sometimes it was too hot and sometimes it was too cold. But now it seems perfect. Eunbi takes a closer look, realizing that someone fixed it. It must have been you. Probably before she got up for that glass of water.

Your stepmother can't help but feel proud. You've become a very well mannered, good looking young man. Despite not knowing much about your dating life, Eunbi is sure that you would make a perfect boyfriend. Your girlfriend would be happy. If only she could find someone like you for your sister.

Eunbi starts to put the dirty clothes into the washing machine. If Winter would have her first time with someone like you, she could be sure that it would be a very nice experience for her. You would be kind, patient if she wants to go slow, and caring and loving. You are the perfect person to do this.

As if lighting struck her, Eunbi's eyes widen as her whole body freezes. What did she just think? You are the best person? For-For taking her daughter's virgnity?

Eunbi shakes her head. What is going on with her? First, she helped her daughter to an orgasm, showing her how to pleasure herself, and now this? How could she even think of both of you that way?

Her cheeks are still a little warmer than usual as Eunbi walks into the kitchen again.

"Quick. You have school soon."

"What's going on?"

You gulp as you and Minjeong get caught red handed. Your sister quickly tries to hide the undone math homework from her mother.

"N-Nothing."

Eunbi is pretty laid back most of the time, but not when it comes to school.

"Is this your homework for today?"

Minjeong nods in defeat.

"It's just a one time thing. I swear."

She looks down at her feet, not brave enough to look at her mother. Eunbi's squinted eyes focus on you.

"I was just trying to help her."

You always feel like a little boy, whenever she looks at you like that. Her voice becomes a little colder, then. More stern.

"You have ten minutes, until she has to go to school."

You don't get why she is angry at you. Shouldn't Minjeong be the one that gets scolded?

Eunbi leaves the room quickly. Why would Minjeong do something like this? She was always doing well in school. Why is she slacking off now?

Is it because of...

"Stop it."

Eunbi says to herself.

"Not everything is about sex."

She suddenly feels bad. She didn't want to take her concerns for Minjeong out on you. That was wrong of her. But the thought that she had earlier made her a little dizzy. How could she think about the two of you like that?

"Start thinking like a normal person again, Kwon Eunbi."

Once Minjeong left for school, you decided to help around the house a little. You've been gone for quite a while and since you quit studying medicine, you don't have much going on right now anyways. That's why you are busy with mowning the lawn right now. And that also makes you the witness of Eunbi's stunning catwalk along the small path in the garden.

You smile at her, happy to see her this relaxed and healthy. Since you and Minjeong are more than capable enough to take care of yourselves now, Eunbi is able to live her own life. Her job enables her to work from home, although you still haven't figured out what it is exactly that she is doing.

"You don't have to do this, honey!"

Eunbi yells at you, while the loud engine of the lawnmower almost drowns out her voice. You come to a hold, turning it off.

"It's alright, Ma. I like doing physical stuff like this."

"You don't need to do so much. Just relax. Figure out what to do."

"I will."

Eunbi nods, satisfied with your response.

You watch her walk towards one of the big sunbeds, her laptop in one hand and a plate with her breakfast in the other. Once she got comfortable, you don't pay much attention to her anymore, wanting to give her her space to work productively.

"It's hot, isn't it?"

You are done mowning the lawn and busy with watering some of Eunbi's plants.

"Yeah. And it's not even the middle of summer."

The water jet of the hose in your hand is aimed at a couple of white roses and a small apple tree.

"Right? It's unbelievable. I wish I could cool off in a pool. But we don't have one."

Eunbi sighs in disappointment. After having put the laptop on the table, which is standing at an arms length next to her, she rises her sunglasses with both hands, letting them rest above her forehead.

"Do you really feel that hot?"

"You don't?"

Eunbi laughs, enjoying her time with you.

"I'm sure I can do something about that."

Before she can react, a jet of cold water barely grazes her body.

"Yah! Don't!"

You take a step closer, a huge grin on your face.

"You said you want to cool off."

"Not like that!"

Eunbi half laughs, half yells, before another stream hits her left leg.

"Don't! I'm serious!"

She quickly gets off the chair, the skin on her wet leg glistens in the sun.

"Relax, mom. Enjoy it."

"Yah!"

Eunbi ducks away as you pretend to aim for her head, the jet of water hits the wall of the house behind her.

"How am I supposed to enjoy this?"

You laugh at her, trying to avoid the water, before you turn it off.

"Like this."

You take your shirt off, which is sticking to your skin and is already drenched in sweat anyway. You put the garden hose into the small apple tree, trying to find the right angle. Once you do, you turn the water back on.

"See? Now get in here."

You open your arms, ready to cool off as you step underneath the self made shower.

Since your eyes are closed, you don't know what Eunbi is doing. When you open them again, you see her standing in front of you.

"This is really nice."

She smiles up at you, water cascading down her body. Soon, her hair, her green top and her denim skirt are drenched.

"Dance with me."

Eunbi wiggles her eyebrows at you, before she starts to jump up and down with joy. Her happy smile makes you smile. Her jumps make you jump too. The two of you start to dance in the water, while you get wetter by the second.

After a couple of minutes, you stop jumping, wanting to calm down. You look at Eunbi who just keeps going. As if she can't get tired.

Your eyes rest on her happy face. Since you were young, you've always wanted to see her this happy. You wanted to make up for what your father did to her.

Without being able to stop it, your eyes travel down her body though. The skin on her neck is glistening with sweat and water. Her naked shoulders look equally nice. You suddenly have the urge to kiss her. To place your lips on her wet skin.

Your eyes finally find her chest. The wet green top sticks to her skin and stretches above her tits. You can see the outlines of her bra, now that her top seems tighter. Her jumps make them bounce up and down. They start to hypnotize you. To draw you in. Up and down. You unconsciously reach out to her, your hand already halfway there. Up and down. Up and....

You shake your head. What the hell is wrong with you? This is your stepmother. You can't think of Eunbi like this. No way. You shake your head again, trying to get rid of the thoughts you just had.

In the meantime, Eunbi has drained her energy. All the jumping has left her breathless. As she finally looks at you again, she could swear you were staring at her. But it was just for a brief moment. Probably a mistake. Why would you stare at Eunbi?

She shrugs it off and is about to step out of the water, when she remembers the thought she had this morning. The right guy for her daughter?

"Thank you, honey."

Eunbi gets on her tiptoes, kisses your cheek and walks out of the makeshift shower, towards the house. You watch her walk away. Instead of just looking after her, your eyes travel along the lines of her body. You catch the sway of her hips, the way her skin sparkles in the sun...

And then she is gone.

The refreshing shower and your thoughts about your stepmother were fuel enough for you to spend the rest of the day in the garden. Cleaning up the stone steps leading towards the front door, cleaning the windows of the living room, getting rid off the reeds, cutting the flowers and bushes properly... It took you quite a while.

In the meantime, Eunbi went grocery shopping. Her mind was only on you the entire time. The thought she had this morning, how you helped Minjeong with her homework, the way you joked around with Eunbi in the garden and...

She can feel her cheeks reden a little as she puts a couple of tomatoes into her shopping cart. ... and the way you took your shirt off, just before stepping into the water. Yes, yes, yes. Eunbi has seen you half naked before. She is your stepmother. She almost raised you. And yet, Eunbi can't help but notice, how you look now. Fully grown, your upper body definitely showing signs of working out, even your hight makes her bite her lip unconsciously as she thinks about it.

Even this morning, she still thought of you as a boy. As her stepson. Nothing more. But now, Eunbi has finally come to realize, that you are much more than that. You are much more than just her stepson.

As she stands in line, waiting to pay for the stuff she is buying, Eunbi's mind wanders. Are you really the perfect man for this? For her daughter? Would it be a good idea to at least try? Maybe it's even for the best?

Eunbi nods her head, almost completely convinced by now. But what about you? Eunbi is pretty sure you've never had a girlfriend. And while you might have the characteristics for being a great lover, you might not have the necessary skills. Maybe she should teach the two of you at the same time?

No no no. That wouldn't work. Hell, she doesn't even know if the two of you would be willing. The two of you are siblings after all. Well, step siblings.

When she enters her car, Eunbi is working out a plan. She would have to convince you first, before she can convince Minjeong. Plus, she has to know if you really are this great.

Eunbi suddenly feels a specific part of her body tingle at the thought. She has never been with someone who was that much younger than her. And especially not with someone who was her stepson.

But this is for the best, right? It would help you and Minjeong. Eunbi is convinced and has it planned out as she enters the driveway. She sees you, still with your shirt off, working in the garden. She bites her lip at the sight.

She has to fuck her stepson.

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