warnings: unprotected sex, oral sex (m,f), fingerings, step-cest, cheating. donât like then block me.
heeseungâs brother decided why not introduced you to his little brother. turns out it was a bad idea.
jake just loves this position. being able to thrust up into your tight little hole when youâre out of energy.
jongseong playing you like one of his guitars
deciding to give your step-brother heeseung the perfect christmas present
you and your momâs new boyfriend had been playing eye tags for god knows weeks now⌠so when your mother left you alone with her boyfriend hoonieâŚ.
rough dom sugar daddy hoonie
morning lazy rough sex with jake is always the best
aftermath of being used by sunsun
punishment from step-dad hoonie for being such a bad and needy girl the whole week so why not play with you hole for a week
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â flowers for the spring time. :: 3.330+ words. ..á°.á
⢠little love letter :: sometimes, during a bright sunny day out within the forest, you and your mate, soobin, have an urgent need to fuck like the bunnies you are⌠. âż
warnings :: (18+) mdni. smut â bunny hybrid! ěľěëš x bunny hybrid afab!reader ⌠soft dom!soobin, cottagecore au, public sex, doggy style (?), overstimulation, exhibitionism, size kink, sensory play, reader is very sensitive, petnames, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), breeding kink, feral/primal play, sex in a garden, mentions of other hybrid!txt members, lots of symbolism, messy and feral bunnies đ
sticky note :: one of my fav fics, perfect for the spring season. freak soobin, my fav topic, bunny soobin, my fav topic. this is not proofread, iâll do so after my nap đŞ thank uuu for reading >.<
the fresh smell of the earth invades your overly sensitive nose, reddened tip twitching at the potent twinge of geosmin and light hints of petrichor from last nights rain showers.
itâs the new mixture of freshly picked floral petals that invades your olfactory perception, strong and aromatic in your muddled senses.
you felt like you were going to melt completely, right here on the thick moss your nails clawed into and knees slightly scuff against as you desperately seek some sort of grounding from the merciless snaps of his hips.
this wasnât the type of grounding you expected.
never did you think you would actually be pressed against the natural greenery of your backyard garden, get your soul snatched when anyone in the vicinity of the area could just witness this without trying to find you. yet here you are, the side of your face tainted in rich soil as green flecks of moss littered over your squished cheek and soft locks. your fur-balled tail twitched higher in the air as his fingers ran dangerously closer around the skin of your lower back, but thatâs all you can realize before he hooks his grip on the crease of your thighs and hips, hands wrapped around your plushed hips in a tight vice.
the back door of your cottage was right there, just an arms length out of reach and so close to the softness of your blankets, so so close to the warmth and comfort of your nest, but the hybrid is never patient enough when he wants you for himself.
heâd rather take you right where he personally loved seeing you, attending to your various flowers in the garden he formulated for you years ago. it is considered your second safe space, one you loved sharing with him either by picking out his favorite lily and tucking it over his ear or simply informing him on new changes you made for better growth of your plant babies.
he knew how much you valued nature as a bunny hybrid, wanting you to feel as if your cottage was your natural playground, wanting to ensure your happiness and connection with the green nursery.
he had the same innocent thought before he appeared behind you, simply gazing at your seated frame as you tend a patch of lilies planted by the edge of the back porch. his lovely rabbit; legs and feet tucked underneath your body, long, pin straight ears forever sensitive and twitching at the sound of your own tone as you hum a soft song he recognizes â completely unaware of his presence until he made it known, thought now melting into sweet desire.
and you definitely werenât opposed to it eitherâŚ
he was so happy to see you preen all too happy when you allowed him to press you into a presenting position with a soft hand on your back, pull your cotton panties taut to the side with his other heavy palm and let his flicking tongue do as it pleases onto your syrupy, slicking flower for a while. he is so eager, parting your petals open with gentle licks and wrapping his lips around your swollen bud, ignoring your bubbling whines and lapping until your eyes rolled shut and your liquid nectar coated his entire lower face in a wet splash, for a second timeâŚ
and yet you still had the gull to ask him in that soft voice, if you two could do this inside, like normal humans. it was confusing.
he paused and looked at the perfectly ruined sight, validating his conclusion that there was no way was he going to stop now.
not when he knows you clearly donât mind if you were letting him suckle on your cum just seconds ago, your ass still high in the air after he practically ripped off your soiled underwear and puffy tail lifted towards the sky to not hinder his ease of licking you clean.
not when your skin looked so alive against the vibrant array of colors that glimmer in your garden after he pulled off your sheer black babydoll, pretty face cushioned against your arms beneath you and limp, folded ears laying flat against his favorite flowers, rosy lilies.
absolutely no way. you are staying right here.
itâs all natural, so why not do it in the rawest way possible?
the birds above the tall pine trees chirped in a hymnal melody youâve grown fond of, the rays of sun painted a golden glow onto your skin and heated your back as your spine arched further, body elongating and decompressing with each rock of his hips.
you appeared as soft as you felt, and he couldnât get enough of the way you tremble despite there being no wind within the still forest, straight adoration dilating his pupils as they gaze upon the ruffle your tail does when he snaps his hips into a specific angle.
he molds himself onto your body and he doesn't hesitate to whisper sweet nothings into your long ears, calling you all the honeyed names he could think ofâ or maybe even the worse one that gets you mewling into the grassy plain below, his sweet bunny.
he couldnât care about the fact that any of the other hybrids could easily return back from their hunt and see him take the bunny in this way, no.
but how could he, when heâs incredibly deep into you? watching as his cock disappears deep in your fluttering pussy and marvel at how wet he glistens every pull out, gaze darkening as his tip catches on your opening with your hurried clench. he plunges deeper until his base squishes against your reddened rump and his balls kiss your puffed button of sensitive nerves, reveling in the sound of your weak whimpers.
he had to pause to gaze dreamily at the sight. the swell in his heart grows bigger upon the pretty sight, your arched figure framed by green wisps, flowers spreading out and bowing under your weight, jolting along with you with each press of his hips.
the thickness of your plush thighs, a bunny trait he could never not love. muscles strong and sturdy enough to keep you in this position, and catch some of the impact of his thrusts with audible plaps. the way moans fall freely from your trembling lips as you press against his thick cock, using your legs to thrust yourself back and meet his quick pace.
and thatâs when he could tell you were getting closer, that you couldnât hold on any longer, his long body bending over yours easily and hands snaking around your front. he lifts you off the soft petals, warm palms walking up your frame as if they were tracing over a delicate art piece, remembering the ridges, curves and small marks on the smooth plains of your skin. they walk over the swell of your breast and hike over your shoulders, pulling you upwards into his body because he wants you pressed closer. wanting to feel the trembles of your orgasm wash over you against his heated skin.
he falls in love with how pliable and small your features are in his hands, how much he can grip and hold onto within just one palm.
dirt digs deeper in the crest of your claws as your elbows lock and straighten, arms slightly shaking as you uphold your upper body. he lifts your head up with a hand underneath your jaw, craning your neck until your ears flap back over your messy heap of frizzy locks, draping over your upper spine. dirt brushes against his lips as they peck along your temple, strands of his messy bangs picking up more soil as his head tilts for his lips to reach lower onto your dropped jaw, your moans ringing high into the sunny skies.
theyâre noises of love, appreciation, echoing throughout the billowing trees and he knows heâs giving you everything you need right now, despite how messy, how unconventional.
youâre so messy, but this is how he knows youâre supposed to be. fulfilled and taken care of in every way, your primal needs satiated with pure joy at the act of mating in the comfort of raw nature â just like a true bunny.
kisses so soft, showing his affection and appreciation to the art that is his bunny, it contradicts the tough snap of his hips that punch moans out your hoarse throat, implementing his need for ruining you as well. youâre so close, mind buzzing as loud as the bees that often visit your garden during the spring season.
and his praise doesnât stop; your jaw still gripped in his hand, he pulls your attention towards him as his lips utter soft murmurs and meet yours occasionally between lazy syllables, wholeheartedly eating your noises of satisfaction as if they were the sweetest treat.
his teasing nature doesnât stop either.
âmy sweet bunny, so sweet, you even let yourself be mounted in your garden where anyone can see,â his airy light taunts aim to weaken your already softened bones into a melted puddle of warmed milk, voice low and soft against your love-bitten pout. âkitties have sharp eyes, bunny. what if tyunnie saw you like this, hm?â youâre pliable within his embrace, whimpering in response. it takes a while for you to actually form syllables pass those trembling lips, but when you do, it rocks his world.
ân..no.. donât say that,â
his moan puffs out as soft as yours just from hearing the sound of your meek, breathless tone.
he clearly saying this because he knows how much you love sharing your comfort space with the feline as well, and the shock he would experience upon seeing the full act on such a sacred space would definitely be fun to see.
âwhy not? but what about jjunie, his prurient curiosity would be cured if he finally witnesses your true mating desires,â you attempt pulling away from his hold at the mention of the fox hybrid, head twisting but he doesnât allow you to, your muttered curses choking as he wraps his fingers tighter around your upper jugular, keeping you still as he continues.
a low hum, almost a purr. âwould you let him watch you this messy and sticky, playing on dirt?â
âd-donât be so explicââ
âwhat about beommie?â he hums thoughtfully as he feels you clench tighter around his throbbing length upon hearing his words. a smile rest of his lips; yes, your pretty bear, he hums again before continuing on with the mission of making you fall apart in his arms, âwould your cub like the smell of your garden tainted with our sex?â
you couldnât respond to that at all, but he knew what you wanted to say.
itâs clear at this point that you wouldnât mind anything anymore, whining mindlessly in that candied voice of yours, since youâre so caught up on the mind clouding sensation that slowly builds into a breaking point within you. all you felt was his small chuckle puff against your cheek before he pulls away completely, hands falling back onto your hips and lower back as he continues his pace.
âsssssssâŚâ is all you could hiss through your clenched teeth, shut eyelids clenching tighter as you fail to formulate the syllables of his name before your head hangs again and youâre sliding back onto your forearms, face just inches away from a rose petal underneath your drooling lips.
just the sight of you falling apart so gently was enough for his own release to build up, his eyes locked on the way your ears flop forward when your neck falls limp, admiring how your shoulders hunch higher from the ecstatic feeling that coursed through your nerves and tenses your muscles.
âyouâre such a soft little thing, falling apart on these pretty flowers,â his voice washes over your floppy ears in a sweet lullaby, sweetened and dripping with pure admiration. the fluffy tips were almost as red with heat as the peonies jolting underneath your stomach and you feel the affects of his praise burning your skin as your face nuzzles into your forearms, your muddled moans vibrating against your tainted flesh. he coos at the mental image of your reddened nose twitching, like it always does when youâre overly sensitive from the pleasure. âgonna cum on the camelias?â
âyes please, binnie.â
he melts at how desperate your shaky plea sounded, itâs almost exasperated and all he wants to do is give you what you need immediately.
you donât have to tell him twice for him to already get the idea.
the saccharine sound of your croon pushes a wanton moan from his bobbing throat before he could hide it. he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth as he pumps deeper, realizing your silence afterwards was due to the same reason for his.
itâs something common between you both,
when all your attention is focused on chasing that building pleasure, neither of you want to prolong the time any longer. you fall silent upon the sudden rush, mind zeroing in on the pressure. the heat seeps in underneath your skin and melts into liquid adrenaline as his hips piston impossibly faster, and all you could do was just brace longer against the smushed petals. your spit-slicked lips puff, parting around your own forearm as your fanged teeth sink deeper into your skin, holding your breath from the force and pace of his thrusts.
just the sound of the swaying branches surrounding your cottage and the raw noises of your love making was the perfect reminder of your feral desires, sinfully beautiful in your twitching ears. his choked whimpers hide behind his pursed lips, barely audible underneath the viscous squelches of your connected sexes, and youâve both realized the longer and louder it gets, the harder it was fighting back these inevitable noises.
the restraint grows harder as he fucks you closer towards the sweet release, your eyebrows furrowing in blissful agony, rising like the edge of your impending orgasm.
the lightheaded feeling was euphoric and youâre merely a shaking leaf by the time the pleasure attacks your body in an unexpected pop of pressure, the only thing ringing in your ears being the wet smacks of skin.
then your mind reels in; nerve ending sparking as you focus on everything thatâs gotten you into this point, how his slightly rough push and pull feelsâ
heâs thick, stretching your walls taut around his girth in a heavenly manner- filling you in perfectly, fitting comfortably as each pump fills clouds your mushy thoughts with desperate desire, almost feral. a sudden flipped switch rendering you speechless at the feeling of your boyfriend satiating your need, itâs almost purely animalistic.
itâs when he angles further down and the head of his cock pets over your g-spot that you finally crumble. he grazes over your sweet spot over and over again, until a high cry fills in the empty spaces between each audible smack of skin, jaw completely slacking as your held breath empties your lungs in a raw, unrestrained moan.
and once you come undone, heâs hissing through his fanged teeth, hands gripping tighter and fingers pressing bruising indents into your supple flesh as he feels the constricting vice of your walls tightening around his cock. he tastes metallic iron on his tongue when he lowers his gaze back onto your hips, his lip bruising between his bared teeth.
wet and glistening in the sunlight, you felt a chill overtake your body as your body falls boneless just like he wanted, thighs fully shaking as slick liquid squirts outwards everytime he pulls his hips away before rutting back in.
he follows not long after, his hands planting flat on the ground by your head and nails clawing into the dirt as his rhythm spasms with the help of your sticky release. from the ground, your blurry eyes flutter open and gaze upon a shadow of his frame, his lax ears flopping forward and broad shoulders blocking your back from the sun as he leans closer. his hips snap once more before his jaw slacks with a deep moan, releasing his load in shallow pumps, thick ropes painting your walls and rimming around his base as he nudges impossibly closer.
you feel overwhelmingly full everytime with him, but he stays there to make it stick.
god, he wants it to stick, so fucking bad.
he prays to the orchid petals that rest underneath your drooped ears.
there was so much of his seed that it bubbles out from where heâs still sitting comfortably deep inside you, trickling down the veins underside his length and drips down to his balls, seeping further down with gravity until itâs clinging onto the tip of your twitching clit. you can feel it collect on your sensitive flesh until it was heavy enough to fall onto the soil below your hips as a droplet, stringy like fruit nectar.
and none of you move an inch for a while, giving you an opportunity to bask in the moment.
you wish to stay like this forever, nuzzling into the pressed flowers that litter everywhere underneath your arched figure, connect with nature and get courtedâ mated in ways youâve been yearning for, for weeks. the earth thrums underneath your palms, pulsing like the accelerated beat of your heart and in rhythm of his light ruts. itâs dirty in every way, ways that would even be a bit skeptical for the other hybrids.
but can you truly be at blame?
youâre just merely a bunny.
and he knows you.
with a long string of whispered curses and tender praises, he milks both of your releases with shallow grinds for long enough before it reaches the brink of unbearable overstimulation, watching as you fall out of that high and into a cloud of fuzzy haze.
a beat of time froze as the birds continue to chirp loud and clear.
soft pants and audible whines were all that was left of you both, falling limp, your knees sliding easier against the now dampened dirt as his hips press flush against your ass, rutting deeper and pushing you further down onto the bed of flowers. he can feel your tail ruffling with satisfaction against his lower navel as he drapes his lean body over yours, littering pecks onto every inch of your spine as you bask in the post glow, preening and nudging deeper in response to your rising purrs.
itâs true, he knows how to take care of his bunny, because itâs what you both need.
he knows itâs what you both wanted and what you both desired, down to the most primal instinct.
he knows that sometimes itâs necessary to let loose and fall prey to your animalistic traits, satisfy the feral feeling for a moment.
the breaking point before a reset.
soobin was itching for this, yearning, waiting for the right moment and catching it on timeâ when he knew you were pining, craving it too.
he knew from the moment you blinked at him with rounded eyes right as the last hybrid locked the front gate and waved him goodbye, running off after the others for their hunt and leaving you both alone,
the only two bunnies.
his own puff-ball tail ruffles with glee as pride overrides all other emotions within his hormones, his hands kneading your soft skin, soiling the tan flesh with more dirt from his palms.
he wants for you to have a simple life, live happily in the warmth of your shared cottage and heâs always in dire need to show his love for you. itâs an overwhelming need, and what better way than to express it by connecting in the best way possible on these flowers?
donât think he didnât know the meanings of each flower youâve planted in your garden. of course he was going to catch onto your subtle signs, being the attentive bunny youâve fell in love with.
trigger warning: panty stealing & licking, mentions of jacking off, mentions of babytrap thoughts, r-pe thoughts, eventual noncon, somno.. noncon? hint of future pregnancy, kidnapping, pervy creep behavior, virginity taken (also p!links at the end for visualization âĽď¸) DDDNE!
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Depraved!pretty bsf who silently drools as he watched you bent over and the way your pants hugged your ass so curvaceously.
Depraved!pretty bsf who had secretly sneaked into your house just to steal your used panties and used them to jack his dick off and lick em' while imagining he's doing it straight to your pussy.
Depraved!pretty bsf who act quite normal when other ppl complimented his looks, while the truth was his eyes had been staring for the past 15 minutes onto your cleavage.
Depraved!pretty bsf who tried his best to hide his salacious mindset from your gaze, but sometimes cant help but wondered if you'd be turned on by him confessing those very same thoughts.
Depraved!pretty bsf who would often 'accidentally' brushed his hands over your thighs.
Depraved!pretty bsf who kept an entire photo album filled with your naughty, nude body all completely bare just for him.
Depraved!pretty bsf who kept thinking about wanting to babytrap you.
Depraved!pretty bsf who felt disgustingly rock hard when thinking about noncon-ing you.
Depraved!pretty bsf who decided to take your virginity by force while you were half-sleeping, trying to normalize what monstrous action he's doing as he delivered sweet voice to you.
Depraved!pretty bsf who made sure you're not on your birth control just to make sure his baby batter will eventually hit your eggs <3
Depraved!pretty bsf who saw you ranting and asking help to escape him on social media and decided to kidnap you and makes you forever his lovey dovey doll âĄ
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its ok if as long as it's not inside, right? ᥣ anal + toys ᥣ backshots ᥣ cuddlefuck ᥣ this ᥣ riding ᥣ deeeeep breeding ᥣ (tw) ghostface ᥣ somno ᥣ stuck! ᥣ fingering both holes
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kisses between thrusts ᥣ he won't let you play your game... ᥣ doggy position ᥣ titty fuck ᥣ dryhumping ᥣ thigh fucking ᥣ more thigh fucking ᥣ reverse cowgirl ᥣ ripping your panties
somno pt. ii ᥣ cuddles ᥣ fingering ᥣ this ᥣ mutual masturbation ᥣ more fingering ᥣ tummy bulge ᥣ using you as stress relief after work ᥣ princess treatment ᥣ riding and breeding ᥣ new position ᥣ anal
riki buries his face between your thighs and doesn't come up for air.
pairings: nishimura riki x reader
ââââ wc: 945, munch riki, oral (f receiving), face riding, overstimulation, tongue piercing play, size difference, my materlist
Riki's tongue piercing clicked against his teeth again, that metallic tick you could hear even over the low hum of the air conditioner in your bedroom.
He was sprawled between your spread thighs, elbows digging into the mattress on either side of your hips, dark eyes staring up at you with that dangerous kind of focusâthe kind that said he wasn't going anywhere until he got what he wanted.
His large hands gripped the backs of your thighs, fingers splayed wide enough to nearly span their full width, holding you open like a present he planned to unwrap slowly and thoroughly.
"You're staring," you said, voice breathier than you intended.
Your fingers twisted in the sheets beside you, trying to anchor yourself against the heat building low in your belly.
He smirked, the silver ball of his tongue piercing glinting as he ran it across his lower lip.
"Can you blame me?" His breath fanned hot against your inner thigh, close enough to make you twitch. "You look fucking delicious."
Heat flooded your cheeks, but you didn't look away. Couldn't. Not when Riki was looking at you like thatâlike he was starving and you were the only thing that could satisfy him.
6 '1 " of lean muscle, sharp jawline, and those massive hands that could pin you down or pull you apart with equal ease.
You'd been together long enough to know every inch of him, but the way he ate you out never failed to unravel you completely.
He pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to your inner thigh, teeth grazing just enough to sting.
"Been thinking about this pussy all day," he murmured against your skin, voice low and rough. "Wanted to skip practice and come home to it."
"Rikiâ"
"Shh."
Another kiss, higher now, closer to where you ached most. His nose brushed the edge of your folds, and you gasped, hips jerking up instinctively.
His grip tightened, holding you still. "Let me taste you first."
Before you could respond, his mouth was on you.
Flat tongue licked broad strokes from entrance to clit, slow and deliberate, like he was savoring every drop. The piercing dragged cool metal against your heated skin, a stark contrast that made your back arch off the bed.
He groaned into you, the vibration humming through your core, and sealed his lips around your clit, sucking gently while his tongue flicked the sensitive bundle with precision.
"Fuck," you whimpered, hands flying to his hair. His dark strands were soft between your fingers, but you gripped tight anyway, pulling him closer.
He loved it when you did thatâloved the sting, the control you tried to take only for him to steal it right back.
Riki pulled back just enough to speak, lips shiny with your arousal. "Tastes so fucking good."
Then dove back in, hungrier now, tongue spearing inside you without warning.
The piercing bumped your entrance as he thrust in deeper, curling against your walls, fucking you with his mouth while his nose ground against your clit.
Wet sounds filled the roomâlewd, obscene, perfect.
Your thighs trembled around his head, but his hands kept them spread wide, fingers digging bruises into the soft flesh.
He was relentless, alternating between deep thrusts of his tongue and quick flicks over your clit, the piercing adding textured friction that had you seeing stars.
Pressure built fast, too fast, your hips rocking against his face desperate for more.
"Rikiâgonna cumâ"
He hummed approval without stopping, the vibration shattering you.
Orgasm crashed hard, walls clenching around his tongue, slick gushing into his waiting mouth.
He groaned like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted, licking you through every wave, not letting up even as you writhed and tugged his hair hard enough to hurt.
When you finally sagged boneless against the pillows, panting, he pulled back slowly. His lips glistened, chin slick, piercing shining wet.
He licked his lips deliberately, eyes dark and hungry locked on yours. "Good girl. But I'm not done."
Before you could protestâoverstimulation already prickling sensitive nervesâhe flipped positions.
Large hands gripped your hips, dragging you up his chest until you straddled his face, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his head. His eyes burned up at you, hands sliding to cup your ass, squeezing hard enough to leave marks.
"Ride my face," he said, voice muffled slightly. "Want you to fuck yourself on my tongue."
Heat flooded you fresh despite the aftershocks. You hesitated half-secondâthen sank down.
His tongue speared you again immediately, piercing dragging inner walls as you ground against him. Hands guided your hips in tight circles, then up and down, controlling the pace even as you rode him.
Nose bumped your clit perfect pressure; tongue fucked deep relentless. You moaned loud, head thrown back, fingers braced on the headboard for leverage.
"So fucking wet," he mumbled against you, words vibrating core. "Dripping down my chin. Love this pussy."
Overstimulation burned deliciouslyâevery flick of his piercing against your clit sent sparks, almost too much.
Thighs quaked around his ears; his grip was iron though, keeping you seated. Second orgasm built faster than the first, pressure coiling white-hot.
"Rikiâfuckâagainâ"
"Cum. Soak my face." He said in a muffled growlâthen sucked hard on your clit, his piercing flicking rapid.
You shatteredâsquirting a mess of clear jets that flood his mouth, chin, neck. Body convulsed; he held firm licking every drop, groaning like a starved man.
You collapsed forward, hands reaching for the headboard, trembling. He licked you clean, slow and worshiping youâpiercing bumping with aftershocks that spark the oversensitiveness again .
Pulling off finally, his lips swollen red and shiny, his chin drenched and his eyes glistening with pride.
"Perfect," he rasped thumb swiping his chin. "Perfect girl."
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yes iâm back and IM FREAAAKYYYT!!!!! i would lauv an audio of jake like maybe the same mythosva genre but idc if itâs dom or sub! whatever u choose pwincess
after three months i finally get to this asks đ i hope itâs to your liking!
yes iâm back and IM FREAAAKYYYT!!!!! i would lauv an audio of jake like maybe the same mythosva genre but idc if itâs dom or sub! whatever u choose pwincess
after three months i finally get to this asks đ i hope itâs to your liking!
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Pairing: popular girl!Wonyoung x popular girl!reader
Word count: 2K
Warnings: none
A/N: what's better than Miniskirt by AOA? wlw Miniskirt by AOA! Femme x femme nation please rise up, I feel like there's always little representation about this kind of couple, but I love it (as a femme I love femmes). I also love loserish Wony and slightly bimbo reader. This is absolutely for myself, but I hope you too will enjoy it <3 (I think sometimes tumblr drops the quality of my banners, but I hope it's only on my device)
You're beautiful, absolutely stunning, both pretty and hot.
Both boys and girls have always liked you and that made you proud. The feeling of power that came with holding everyone's hearts in your hand was something you liked to get high on. The thrill of never really breaking them but also unavoidably crashing them each time was your favorite thing.
The popularity that came with it was something you didn't take as a given. You spent time and money into crafting your reputation and upholding it, always wearing high brand clothes the right type of revealing, going to the best hairstylists and beauty centers to maintain your beauty. But also working your ass off to be one of the top students all the while being socially active in the best groups of people.
Everyone loved you and you wanted it to stay that way.
Of course, sometimes you gave yourself to someone.
You only had a couple relationships in your life, but you were never the first to approach. Usually, the person would be brave enough to pursue you and after a long courtship you'd give in if you found them attractive enough.
But you hadn't been in love yet.
When you enrolled university, not even a week in you were the talk of the campus. The new celebrity. While many were curious about you, most wondered if it meant the queen was going to be dethroned.
Jang Wonyoung was similar to you. The perfect popular girl.
You didn't search for competition, didn't believe in it. The two of you didn't need to cancel each other, you could perfectly exist at the same time and shine each on her own.
That's what you told people when they asked what you thought about her.
And it was the truth. But also, you never met her, so you didn't really have an opinion on her.
When you did met her, things changed a bit.
How could someone so perfect be human? She was an angel, right? Or some sort of deity. Being in the same class as her felt like a blessing, breathing her same air felt like a sin. She was unattainable, yet you couldn't not want her.
Was this how other people felt about you?
It had been only a week since you started taking the same class as her and Wonyoung had become the center of your thoughts. You didn't even know what the lessons were about anymore, you showed up only to watch her.
On the second week, you gathered your courage to talk to her. As the class was dismissed, you walked towards her, putting on your best smile and friendly attitude.
"Hi Wonyoung, I'm... y/n"
You stood baffled in the classroom, a crack making its way across your heart.
"She didn't even spare me a glance! She completely ignored me!"
"Maybe she didn't hear you"
"I really hope so, Jake, because if she did it on purpose I might go crazy"
You pressed your face into your pillow, which muffled your frustrated scream. Beside you, Jake giggled.
"What's so funny? There's nothing to laugh about, this is a tragedy"
"It's just... it's the first time you're on the other side, it's entertaining to see you so worked up"
You huffed, dropping your head on his shoulder. The people who liked you really had a rough life if it was like this. The people who liked you...
"Jakey, you've been my first boyfriend, so you were able to conquer me. How did you do it?"
"Ah, don't remind me, it was the hardest quest of my life and I still ended up friendzoned"
"Don't lie, you love being my best friend. Come on, tell me, maybe it might work for me"
"Alright, fine. Well, you didn't really notice me at all until I started putting more effort into my appearance"
"Great! I can do that! Time for selfcare day"
The next lesson of the course you shared with Wonyoung, when you walked in all eyes fell on you. Every step you took brought the attention to the clicking of your stilettos, and then your black stockings until they landed on the miniskirt.
Soon enough, a crowd of guys surrounded you, complimenting your attire and flirting with you. You played into it, laughing at their jokes and flaunting your new attire like a peacock does with its tail.
But when you looked towards Wonyoung, she wasn't paying attention at all. Her head was turned in the opposite direction as she talked with her friend Gaeul.
You didn't let it affect you, though. Acting nonchalantly, you passed by her seat, slowly, giving her the chance to look at you, even glancing her way to check if she noticed.
"Nothing, I tell you, nothing!"
By how many times you paced on the same spot there will be a hole in your fur carpet.
"Maybe she was just too distracted by other things, don't let it get you down"
Jake patted the spot on the bed next to him, welcoming you in his arms when you sat down.
"You're y/n. Since when you give up on a challenge without putting in your hard work?"
"You're right. I'm y/n, there's nothing I can't do if I want to"
After two other tries you accepted that only dressing up wasn't enough. So you forced proximity.
"Hi! Is that seat taken?"
You smiled prettily while pointing at the spot next to Gaeul.
Finally Wonyoung raised her head and looked at you. Yes! But... why did she shoot you a icy glare?
"No, it's free, you can take it"
At least Gaeul was nice to you.
The lesson was spent with trying to not make yourself obvious while stealing glances at her. She didn't seem to feel your eyes on her at all, though.
As soon as the class ended, you tried to talk to her, but before you could even finish saying her name she was dragging Gaeul away with her. Gosh, she was driving you mad.
"Wony, why did you run away like that?"
"Because she was clearly about to start a conversation!"
"So? Wouldn't that be good? It was your chance to talk to her"
"Unnie, you know my brain shuts off when the girl I like speaks to me. I would have only made a fool of myself"
Gaeul giggled at how cute her friend was. Everyone else only saw her cool side, some believed her to be heartless. In reality she was an awkward endearing bunny who didn't know how to act when she had a crush.
Really, she had been talking Gaeul's ear off about y/n. And in the last week it had gotten worse, even since she started putting on miniskirts everyday, making sure to walk in front of them each time.
You two were both so obvious and oblivious. What a perfect match.
"You know that if you want to get her you'll have to talk to her eventually, right?"
"Yeah, I know... I'm just not ready"
Wonyoung pouted, knowing that somehow she had to put herself together as she watched you walk out of the classroom with a defeated look.
Yes, you felt defeated, but you didn't give up. You kept sitting next to Gaeul every lesson. Wonyoung might have kept ignoring you, but befriending her friend was still a step forward, you were learning a lot about your crush through her. Plus, the girl was actually really nice and fun to be around.
However, you needed a more structured plan. That's why you invited both Jake and Gaeul to lunch.
"This is getting ridiculous. Just go tell her you like her!"
"Well, it's not that easy. Wonyoung might actually run away without saying anything"
"Ugh, I'm gonna grow old before I get to make a move on her at this point"
You buried your head in your arms, leaning on the table. You were trying your hardest, but if she kept slipping through your fingers you might've given up sooner than later.
"Uh, Wonyoung is here"
Immediately you shot your head up, hurriedly looking around the place until you found her. Your smile soon dropped, though.
"Who is the girl with her?"
"That's Yujin. They were together, but now are just friends"
"Oh, so like us- hey, y/n, where are you going?"
"Wony! What a coincidence! Are you waiting for someone else?"
"No, we're having lunch alone-"
"Perfect, we can join you!"
You slid into the seat next to Wonyoung, waving to Jake and Gaeul to also come over.
"Have you decided what to order yet?"
"We come here often, we'll just have our usual jjapaguri"
"Oh, but Wonyoung's cutting on carb lately, right?"
You stared at her expectantly while she wondered how you knew.
"Yes, I am"
"You should get the LA Galbi instead, it's so good, you'll love it"
Yujin looked between the two of you, noticing all the details you yourselves probably weren't even aware of. How your body was twisted in Wony's direction, giving her all the attention and staring at her with heart eyes. How Wonyoung's blush deepened the moment you arrived, how she fidgeted and stole quick glances at you.
Turning towards Gaeul, the friends started communicating with gestures. She asked her help to get you together. Yujin knew what to do.
"Wony... I actually wanted to talk to you in private, but since I don't think that will be easy I'll just say it in front of everyone. Let's get back together"
"What!?"
"No, you can't!"
Panic settled onto both of you. Wonyoung was confused by it all, while you believed it was now or never. So you took her hands in yours, not caring anymore about sounding desperate.
"Wonyoung, please, don't get back with her. Give me at least a chance before. I really like you!"
Now she even more confused. Her head was spiraling, trying to understand everything that was happening.
"You... you like me?"
"Yes"
"I like you too"
"Really?!"
Wonyoung just nodded, but it was enough for you. A second later you had your arms around her, hugging her close to you.
"Yujin, back off, you heard her. She's mine now"
"I knew it'd work. Congratulations"
Both you and Wonyoung gave her a questioning look.
"It was so painfully obvious you like each other. And that you were jealous. I just gave you a push"
"So... you don't want to get back with her?"
"No, we're just good friends"
"Oh thank God, that scared me so much"
Finally you let go of Wonyoung, slouching against your chair, relaxed now that there wasn't a threat anymore. But you snapped back up when you realized that you just declared to Wonyoung and she did too.
"Wait, you really like me? But then why were you always avoiding me?"
"I was scared of messing up. You're literally perfect and my brain gets fuzzy when you're close"
"Y/n is not perfect, you should have seen her crashing out-"
"Jake, shut up! I'm having my romantic moment. Were you saying?"
"I become too awkward when I have to talk to girls I like. I didn't want you to stop getting close, but didn't know how to get closer. I'm sorry"
"Gosh, you're so cute. So we can become girlfriends?"
"And we hugged and organized our first date and that's how I met your mother"
"Yes, please"
"You know that Marie can't understand you, right?"
"Don't say it out loud! She might get offended"
You covered the cat's ears while you reprimanded Wonyoung, which earned you a giggle from her. Oh, how you loved hearing her laugh.
"We were really stupid. How didn't we understand it before, that we liked each other?"
"You're the one who should have understood it. I was putting in so much effort, meanwhile you treated me like the plague"
"I know, I'm sorry. But your efforts weren't for nothing, I couldn't think of anything else when you showed up in a miniskirt"
"I can't deny I'm really sexy in them. That's why I keep wearing them for you"
Leaning in, you captured her lips in a sweet kiss, which was followed by another and another as Wonyoung couldn't get enough of you, even after a year together.
ââââ ( đŞ ) after a highâstakes live broadcast error lands you faceâtoâface with kâpopâs âperfect' idolâ, jang wonyoung, you discover the terrifying reality behind her manufactured smile: a ruthless, iceâcold persona more monstrously real than any stage performance, dragging you deeper into the industryâs predatory core where ambition devours innocence.
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the last brushstroke of foundation tapped against your cheek, a featherlight touch that still felt monumental against your skin. you let out a sigh, long and slow, a weary expulsion of breath that fogged for a fleeting second on the mirror before dissipating. your eyes, expertly lined and shadowed, met your own gaze, and you saw not the vibrant, energetic idol plastered on billboards, but a ghost. a highly paid, meticulously styled ghost.
âperfect, (y/n)!â chirped chaewon, your lead stylist, beaming at your reflection. she stepped back, admiring her handiwork, a spray bottle of setting mist held aloft like a victorious trophy. âabsolutely stunning. youâre going to shine tonight!â
another agenda. the words echoed in the hollow cavern of your mind, a monotonous mantra that had been playing on repeat for weeks, perhaps months. another schedule. another performance. another photoshoot. another interview. another variety show. and now, another mc gig. each chime of your alarm clock felt less like a new day dawning and more like the tolling of the bell for another round in a neverâending boxing match against your own fatigue.
your body was a collection of aches and strains, a symphony of minor complaints that had long since escalated into a fullâblown orchestra of pain. your shoulders, perpetually hunched from hours of choreography, throbbed. your feet, accustomed to heels and relentless practice, felt like lead weights. even your jaw ached from the constant forced smiles, a muscle memory so ingrained it felt like a permanent fixture. sleep, when it came, was a fitful, restless thing, punctuated by the anxiety of missed alarms or the phantom sound of a manager calling your name. you yearned for the deep, dreamless slumber of childhood, a forgotten luxury in this glittering, demanding world.
mentally, it was worse. the constant need for perfection, the scrutiny of millions of eyes, the endless stream of comments â positive or negative, they all chipped away at your essence. the pressure to maintain an image, to be perpetually cheerful, effortlessly talented, and endlessly grateful, was a suffocating blanket. every waking moment felt like an audition, every public appearance a highâstakes performance where a single misstep could lead to a digital storm. you yearned for the quiet, for anonymity, for a few hours where you didn't have to be â(y/n), the idol.â you just wanted to be... you. whoever that was anymore.
chaewon, sensing your lingering silence, moved closer, her bright smile faltering slightly. âtired, huh, jagi?â she murmured, her voice softening, a rare moment of genuine empathy breaking through the professional facade. she reached out and gently squeezed your shoulder. âitâs been a crazy week. three music shows, two variety appearances, then that brand event⌠anyone would be exhausted. ut think of all your fans! theyâre so excited to see you.â
eunji, the hair stylist, chimed in, adjusting a stray strand near your temple. âjust a few hours, (y/n). youâll be fantastic. we even packed your favourite energy bar for after the show, and pdânim said heâd try to keep the postâshow meeting brief.â
they tried. they always tried. their kindness, though genuine, felt like a faint whisper lost in the roaring gale of your exhaustion. you managed a weak, lopsided smile, a precursor to the real one youâd have to conjure in moments. âthanks, unnies.â you mumbled, pushing yourself up from the chair. the world swayed for a moment, a brief dizzy spell, before you steadied yourself. just a few hours. you repeated it, hoping to convince yourself.
the costume was already laid out â a dazzling creation of sequins and structured fabric, designed to catch the stage lights and give the illusion of effortless glamour. you slipped into it, the cool fabric a temporary respite against your clammy skin. each movement felt heavy, each adjustment of the microphone pack a chore. the weight of the intricate beading felt like a physical representation of the burden you carried.
as you walked towards the wings, the distant roar of the crowd began to filter through the thick walls of the backstage area. it was a sound that usually ignited a spark within you, a rush of adrenaline that pushed away the fatigue. but tonight, it felt like a distant, impersonal hum, a reminder of the performance you were about to deliver, a million expectant eyes waiting to consume your energy.
your heart wasnât in it. not truly. but your body knew the drill. your muscles, trained to perfection over years of grueling practice, would carry you through. your voice would hit every note, every inflection. your face would adopt the perfect, radiant smile. it was a performance even before the stage lights hit. a performance of happiness, of energy, of being everything they expected you to be.
âready, (y/n)?â a voice, sickeningly sweet and perfectly modulated, cut through your thoughts. You flinched, not just from the suddenness, but from the person it belonged to.
jang wonyoung.
you turned, forcing the corners of your lips upwards, the preâprogrammed smile kicking into gear. she stood there, already micâd and ready, looking impossibly pristine. her outfit was a match for yours, equally dazzling, but she wore it with an air of inherent superiority, as if the clothes themselves knew they were gracing a goddess. and perhaps, in her mind, they were.
âwonyoungâssi.â you greeted, trying to inject warmth you didn't feel into your voice.
she offered a small, knowing smirk, not quite a full smile, but a hint of condescension. âlooking a little... tired, (y/n)âssiâŚâ she said, her eyes flicking over your face, a critical assessment in their depths that made your blood run cold. despite your flawless makeup, she managed to make you feel like a crumpled piece of paper. âremember, we need to bring energy tonight. the audience expects it. especially after last weekâs ratings.â
oh, trust wonyoung to start with a jab. she was the other mc, yes, a necessary evil, but one you dreaded working with. she wasnât just ânot niceâ; she was condescending, manipulative, and relentless in her pursuit of the spotlight. every shared stage felt like a subtle battle for dominance, a passiveâaggressive war of words and gestures. she was an expert at making you feel small without ever raising her voice.
âof course.â you replied, your voice cool, masking the simmering irritation. âiâm ready.â
she didnât miss a beat. âgood. and remember what pdânim said about your opening lines? too slow. we need to hit them with impact. really project.â she airâquoted the word âprojectâ as if you were a novice who didnât understand basic stage presence. âand when we do the segment with the fan questions, try to maintain eye contact with the camera. you tend to look down a lot when you're reading. it makes you seem⌠less confident.â
you bit back a sharp retort, the words âiâve been doing this longer than youâve been aliveâ forming on the tip of your tongue. youâd been an idol for years, a professional performer for longer than wonyoung had been out of elementary school. you knew how to project. you knew where the cameras were. her âadviceâ was thinly veiled criticism, designed to undermine your confidence and assert her supposed superiority. it was her signature move.
âthanks for the reminder, wonyoung-ssi,â you managed, your voice tight, a thin veneer of politeness barely concealing the steel beneath. you could feel your exhaustion morphing into a potent brew of annoyance. it was almost a relief, a different kind of pain to focus on.
a stage manager approached, his headset mic crackling. âfive minutes, mcs! get ready for your cue! stand by at entry a!â
wonyoung nodded at him, then turned back to you, her expression hardening just slightly, a flicker of true condescension. âand smile, (y/n)âssi. a real, bright smile. like this.â she demonstrated, her lips stretching into an impossibly wide, dazzling grin that seemed to generate its own light. it was perfect. it was fake. and it made you want to scream. âyou tend not to use your teeth much, but that doesnât look pretty. well, at least on you.â
again, she always with her "sweet" words full of poison. you hate being with her because she always manages to piss you off even with the stupidest or simplest comments. while itâs not always about what she says, her unbearable tone of voice is often what makes everything worse.
âgot it,â you said through gritted teeth, forcing your own muscles to comply, mimicking her exaggerated cheerfulness. it felt like your face might crack.
the roar of the crowd intensified. the lights brightened overhead. the stage manager gave the final signal.
âand going to live in... three... two... one!â
the world dissolved. the exhaustion, the aches, the mental fatigue â they were shoved deep down, buried under layers of professional conditioning. the fake smile solidified, bright and unwavering. your eyes sparkled with artificial energy. you were no longer (y/n); you were â(y/n), the mc.â
you strode onto the stage, the spotlight hitting you with a familiar warmth that usually invigorated, but tonight felt merely hot. the cheers were deafening, a wall of sound that vibrated through your chest. wonyoung was beside you, already radiating a confidence that bordered on arrogance. she held her mic gracefully, a picture of poise, her every movement calculated for maximum impact.
âhello, everyone! welcome to the 2025 star music festival!â she boomed, her voice perfectly pitched, echoing through the stadium, a full halfâsecond before your own cue.
you chimed in on cue, your voice effortlessly bright, âwhat an incredible night we have in store for you all! are you ready to make some noise?â the crowd roared its approval, and you instinctively raised your free hand, waving to the sea of lightsticks.
the opening patter went smoothly, or so it seemed to the untrained eye. internally, it was a constant tightrope walk. youâd deliver a line, and out of the corner of your eye, youâd catch wonyoungâs gaze, a subtle narrowing of her eyes, a minute shake of her head that only you would notice. it was her silent critique, her way of telling you that you werenât quite meeting her impossible standards. when you gestured to the audience, sheâd gesture wider. when you laughed, sheâd laugh longer and brighter.
during the introduction of the first group, a momentary lull in your dialogue, she leaned in, her voice low enough for only you to hear, yet laced with an icy edge. âyour posture is a little slumped, (y/n). stand taller. youâre on national television. it looks bad for both of us. iâm surprised to see you like that when youâre always the face of an important and prestigious magazine.â
you straightened imperceptibly, your jaw clenching. every fiber of your being screamed in protest, urged you to respond, to tell her to mind her own business, to perhaps trip her with your heel. but you couldnât. not now. not on stage. the show must go on.
the first few segments passed in a blur of forced enthusiasm and thinly veiled passive aggression. wonyoung had an uncanny ability to hijack the conversational flow, to pull focus back to herself with a perfectly timed anecdote or a sparkling laugh. if you started a sentence, sheâd often finish it, or subtly interject with a stronger punchline, always ensuring she got the last word or the biggest reaction shot. it was a constant dance of one-upmanship, and you were too tired to lead, too exhausted to fight every microâbattle.
during the fan interaction segment, where you were meant to read questions from a teleprompter, wonyoungâs âadviceâ became more overt. you picked up the mic, ready to ask the first fan question, when she suddenly stepped slightly in front of you, positioning herself to take the central camera angle, her body language subtly pushing you just out of the frame.
âah, this next question is for our lovely rookie group, kiiikiii!â wonyoung announced, preempting you, her voice resonating with an exaggerated cheerfulness. she gestured grandly to the teleprompter, as if she were reading it for the first time herself. âit says here, âif you could collaborate with any artist, dead or alive, who would it be and why?ââ she looked directly into the camera, her smile dazzling, completely ignoring your position and the fact that you were just about to read that very line.
you felt a surge of pure, unadulterated frustration. your hands, hidden behind your back, clenched into fists, your nails digging into your palms. you were a prop, a glorified mannequin. you stared at her, your smile frozen, as she took over, engaging the guest group with practiced ease, giggling at their responses, monopolizing the interaction. you could feel the exhaustion seeping back in, heavier now, compounded by resentment and the bitter taste of helplessness.
eventually, she turned back to you, a performatively apologetic look on her face, her eyes holding no true remorse. âoh, (y/n)âssi, i got ahead of myself! my apologies. you take the next one.â her tone implied you were slow, that you needed her to prod you into action, that she was merely helping you along. she gestured, with a flourish, to the spot where you were meant to stand, as if guiding a child.
you took a deep breath, forcing the air into your aching lungs. you looked at the teleprompter, then at the camera, then back at the guest group. âno worries at all, wonyoungâssi,â you said, your voice remarkably steady, betraying none of the internal turmoil. you then turned to the next guest, deliberately making eye contact with them, rather than the primary camera wonyoung had dominated.
the words on the teleprompter glowed back at you, a sentence youâd rehearsed, a line so simple it should have been muscle memory. but the exhaustion, the pounding in your head, the white noise of a million screaming fansâit all conspired against you.
you blinked, once, twice, and in that fleeting second, a word slipped out wrong. a syllable twisted. a name mispronounced. the kind of stumble that was nothing to an ordinary viewer, a blip easily forgotten. but in this world, it wasnât nothing. not to you. not to her.
a ripple moved through the crowdâlaughter, a cheer, that collective gasp of an audience latching onto any imperfection. you caught it instantly, the sound like glass shattering inside your ribcage.
and beside you, wonyoung didnât miss a beat.
her laugh rang out, crystalline and practiced, the perfect cushion for your mistake. she clapped her hands together lightly, as though sharing a private joke with the audience. âah, so cute, (y/n)âssi! always so cute when you get nervous when weâre together! you could say that jang wonyoung has an effect on you~â she beamed, her voice carrying warmth that didnât reach her eyes. she turned her head just enough, catching the nearest camera, ensuring every viewer at home saw her indulgent smileâhers, not yours. âlive shows always keep us on our toes, right?â
but you saw what the cameras didnât. the sharp flicker of her eyes toward you, the way her tongue pressed against the inside of her cheek as if she were holding something back. she bit down lightly, jaw tense, the tiniest motion of restraint. it wasnât nerves. it was control.
because wonyoung wanted to scold you. you felt it radiating off her like heatâthe impulse to lean in and cut you down with that perfectly honed, icy sharpness she kept for moments like these. to hiss a correction in your ear like a femme who relished the role of disciplinarian. but she didnât. not here. not now.
instead, she swallowed it whole, turned it into honey, and flashed a smile so dazzling it made the crowd roar louder.
you forced your own laugh, brittle, thin. âyes, thatâs right,â you managed, trying to sound unshaken.
still, when her eyes flicked back to yoursâgleaming, restrained, dangerousâyou knew the reprieve was temporary. the bite of her tongue was only delaying the inevitable.
âshall we move on to the next question?â she chirped brightly, her voice sweet enough to rot your teeth. she swept her arm towards the screen as if nothing had happened, as if she hadnât just bitten back the urge to remind you, in no uncertain terms, who truly held control on this stage.
the cameras stayed on her a beat longer than they should have. and you knew, in that extra second of spotlight, she was winning. again.
the cameras cut away, the crowdâs roar dipping into a low murmur as a pre-recorded vcr lit up the massive screen. technicians and stylists flooded the stage, rushing with props, checking cables, re-pinning mic packs. to the viewers at home, it was seamless, glamorous. to you, it was thirty seconds of borrowed airâthirty seconds that should have felt like reprieve.
but wonyoung didnât waste them.
she didnât step back, didnât give you space. instead, she sidled closer, her sequined shoulder brushing against yours, her perfume wrapping around you like an expensive leash. she looked straight ahead, still smiling faintly, as though speaking to you were an afterthought.
âthat little mistake, (y/n)âssi,â she began, her voice low, almost singâsong. âyou really think the cameras wonât notice? you think theyââ she tilted her chin toward the glowing phones in the audience. ââwonât clip that, slow it down, loop it, call you unprofessional? you could go viral on social media, yes, but for not being professional.â
her tone was sugary sweet, but her words stung sharper than any slap.
she tilted her head, eyes flicking to the teleprompter being reset for the next cue. âreading. literally your one job as an mc. and still, you stumble.â she let out a tiny hum, soft and scornful, as though amused by a childâs clumsy drawing. âyou know whatâs worse? you dragged me down with you. that kind of sloppiness reflects on both of us. and i donât like that.â
her manicured fingers ghosted up your arm, as if brushing imaginary lint from your costume. to anyone watching, it was affectionate, a caring gesture. but you felt the pressure of her nails dig, just faintly, reminding you she could leave a mark if she wanted.
âstand up straighter,â she murmured, and before you could react, her hand flattened against your back, pushing lightly between your shoulder blades. âgod, do you even know how small you look when you hunch? like youâre apologizing just for existing up here.â
your muscles locked tight.
âand that voiceâŚâ she gave a tiny laugh, perfectly timed for the sound guy who happened to glance your way. it looked charming, like the two mcs sharing a joke. but her words, pressed just under that laugh, were venom. âdo you think mumbling is cute? because itâs not. itâs amateur. youâre supposed to project, remember? or did you already forget pdânimâs note? no wonder they keep adjusting your levels in postâproduction.â
she leaned closer still, lips hovering near your ear, a parody of intimacy. her breath was warm against your skin. âyou make my job harder, (y/n). and the truth? i hate when people make my job harder.â
the knot in your stomach twisted tighter. you wanted to step away, but her body angled just so, her long frame blocking you neatly from sight of the crew bustling past. to everyone else, it looked like wonyoung was guiding you, two professionals syncing up before the next live cut.
inside the cocoon of her presence, though, it was suffocation.
âyou know whatâs funny?â she went on, her tone lilting, conversational, though her nails pressed harder into your arm with each word. âif i wanted, i could make you look incompetent without even trying. cut you off midâline, take the camera, exaggerate that sweet little stutter of yours. the viewers would eat it up. âpoor y/n, always overshadowed, always the mess next to perfect wonyoung. too bad sheâs not good enough for mog like wonyoung always does without even trying.â.â
she pulled back just enough to meet your eyes. her smile was angelic, flawless. her gaze was ice.
âbut i donât.â she said, lowering her voice to a whisper so soft it was almost kind. almost. âi save you. over and over. do you even realize that? i smooth it over, i laugh, i take control so you donât drown. you should be grateful. you should thank me. if it were up to you, this whole mc segment would be crap.â
her hand slid down your arm until her fingers circled your wrist, a brief, possessive squeeze. just enough to remind you who had the power. then she let go, patting your hand lightly, like a benevolent sister. âthere. better posture already.â
âmcs, fifteen seconds!â a crew member shouted, rushing past with a headset.
wonyoungâs face lit up instantly, flipping back to her stage persona like a switch had been thrown. she tilted her head toward you, smile dazzling. âready?â she chimed, loud enough for the nearby staff to hear, dripping with manufactured camaraderie.
and then, softer, with that same condescending lilt, only for you:
âdonât trip over your own tongue again, darling. i wonât be so forgiving twice.â
the red light blinked on. the crowd screamed.
she released you fully, stepping forward into the spotlight with the poise of someone born to it, her smile brighter than the stage lights.
and you followed, because what else could you do?
the lights flared again, the cameras returning, the show roaring back to life as though nothing had interrupted it. wonyoung raised her mic, her voice crisp, clear, intoxicating as she hit her line with practiced ease. you followed a beat behind, your own words mechanical, your smile carved in porcelain.
she radiated joy, but under it, you could still feel the burn of her earlier words seared into your skin. every step you took beside her felt dictated, like you were moving to her rhythm, her stage.
the next act was announced, dancers flooding the stage as spotlights swung wide. the audience erupted, the camera panning away from the two of you, lingering instead on the idols performing. it was your briefest reprieve.
and wonyoung used it.
without ever letting her smile falter, she leaned in just enough, her lips barely moving as she spoke through the side of her grin. her voice was so soft it didnât even register on her mic, but it cut through you sharper than anything that had come before.
âweâre going to talk after the show, (y/n)âssi.â
the words chilled you instantly.
her eyes never left the stage, her expression bright, innocent, every bit the perfect coâmc. but the curve of her lips sharpened into something dangerous, predatory, meant for you alone.
âbecause clearly,â she continued, sweet as syrup, âyou need to be reminded how to stay in line. youâre sloppy. careless. and i canât have that. not when my name is attached to yours. you canât ruin my reputation. i wonât allow it.â
your throat went dry, the microphone suddenly heavier in your hand.
âyouâll smile until curtain call,â she added, swaying slightly to the beat of the music, the picture of youthful radiance. âyouâll bow, youâll laugh, youâll keep up that little doll act you do. but when weâre off this stageâŚâ her tongue flicked against her teeth, quick, deliberate. â⌠youâre mine.â
the crowd screamed louder as the music hit its chorus, drowning out the blood rushing in your ears.
then, just like that, she pulled back a fraction, still smiling, waving at the fans as though nothing had been said at all. her hand brushed yours lightly, a fleeting touch, but in it was the weight of a promiseâone you couldnât escape.
the show marched forward, and every second from then on wasnât about the performance, the cameras, the fans. it was about what waited once the lights went out.
the night dragged itself to its glittering finale, a haze of acts, choreographed crowd chants, and bright speeches. you hit every cue, every bow, every laugh. but you didnât hear half of what left your own mouth. you were a marionette, pulled along by instinct and survival.
what you did feel was the constant weight of her beside you. wonyoungâradiant, untouchable, flawless. her every line was like a knife polished until it gleamed. her every gesture somehow eclipsed yours. and laced under all of it was her promise, echoing in your skull: weâre going to talk after the show.
it became a second drumbeat beneath the roar of the crowd, thrumming harder as the minutes ticked down.
when the final confetti cannons exploded and the lights dimmed for good, the mcs gave their closing thanks. you bowed, smile still painted on, your spine aching from the effort of holding it all in place. the red lights on the cameras winked out one by one. the curtain fell.
and just like that, the show was over.
but for you, it wasnât.
backstage was chaos: staff darting about with clipboards, idols filing past to waiting vans, stylists already stripping hairpieces and mic packs from their charges. you tried to blend into the motion, to let yourself disappear among the current of bodies.
you almost made it.
but then her handâcool, deceptively gentleâcurled around your wrist. not a yank, not enough to draw attention. just a firm, quiet claim.
âhere,â wonyoung said brightly to a passing coordie, her smile blinding, her tone casual. âiâll help (y/n)âssi with her mic. weâll catch up in a moment.â
the staffer nodded without question and disappeared down the corridor.
wonyoung tugged once, effortlessly, steering you away from the dressing rooms where others clustered. she guided you down a side hall, quieter, dimmer, the air humming faintly with the leftover buzz of stage equipment cooling down.
only when you were both out of sight did she let the mask slip.
she didnât drop her smile completelyâno, wonyoung was too skilled for thatâbut it sharpened into something else. her eyes, so wide and innocent on stage, narrowed like a blade drawn from its sheath.
âyou really made me work tonight,â she said, her voice still soft, but now stripped of its sweetness. the words landed heavy, deliberate. âdo you have any idea how exhausting it is to cover for you and carry the show at the same time?â
you opened your mouth, maybe to apologize, maybe to defend yourselfâyou werenât sure. but she didnât let you.
her fingers slid from your wrist to your forearm, nails grazing just enough to sting. she leaned in, towering, her perfume cloying in the stale backstage air. âno, donât even try. donât you dare give me excuses. you misread a name on live television. do you know how that makes us look? how that makes me look?â
you swallowed, words catching like splinters in your throat.
her grip tightened, and her smile widened in mock sympathy. âpoor little y/n. always tired, always stumbling, always dragging her feet. do you think the viewers donât notice? do you think the fans donât compare? every second you fumble, iâm right there next to you, perfect. do you get it now?â
she tilted her head, eyes glittering with cruel amusement. âyouâre not my partner on stage. youâre my burden. and iâm very, very patient, but even my patience has limits.â
the hallway was too quiet. the kind of quiet that presses against your ears, that makes every little sound louderâthe buzz of a fluorescent light, the echo of distant footsteps, the faint rasp of fabric as you shifted under her grip.
wonyoung hadnât let go of you since the curtain fell. her hand was still firm around your arm, long fingers wrapping just above your elbow like they belonged there, like they had every right to keep you in place.
she hadnât raised her voice, not once. she didnât need to. the silence between her words was punishment enough, each second of it making your stomach coil tighter.
when she finally spoke, her tone was maddeningly soft.
âyou think i didnât notice?â
her smile never faltered. that same crescent curve she wore under the stage lights was still carved across her face, perfect, dazzling, untouchable. but here, up close, it looked sharper. more dangerous. like a blade hidden in velvet.
âevery stumble,â she went on, tilting her head slightly as if she were studying you like a specimen, âevery little pause where your voice lagged, every time your eyes drifted like you werenât even present.â
her nails pressed lightly into your sleeve, enough to leave a ghost of pressure. âsloppy.â
the word landed heavier than a shout.
you tried to look away, but she was faster. her fingers slid higher, catching your chin, tilting it up until your eyes were forced back to hers. up close, her gaze was unbearable. pretty, yesâdevastatingly soâbut laced with something far crueler, something that saw every flaw you thought you could hide.
âand the worst part?â she whispered, her smile widening just a fraction, âis that you expect me to cover for you. again. like iâm here to fix your mistakes. like itâs my job to carry you when you canât even be bothered to keep up.â
the words cut sharper for how calm they were. no heat, no angerâjust cold assessment, mercilessly precise.
your mouth openedâan instinct, a reflexâbut the moment you drew breath, her nails dug into your skin just enough to sting. not enough to leave a mark, not yet, but enough to silence you.
âdonât.â her voice dipped lower, colder, almost a hiss. âdonât insult me with excuses. do you know how many times iâve bitten my tongue out there? how many times iâve swallowed the urge to call you out in front of everyone?â
her smile faltered then, just slightlyâtoo sharp at the edges, too tight to be anything but controlled rage. she leaned closer, lips barely moving, her perfume wrapping around you like a chokehold.
âdo you know how much effort it takes,â she whispered, âto keep the cameras from seeing what a mess you are?â
the words sank in, heavy, impossible to shake.
her grip shifted againâless like she was holding your arm, more like she was anchoring you there, like letting you go wasnât even an option. she didnât blink, didnât look away, her gaze locking you in place with the same precision she delivered her lines on stage.
âthatâs your problem, (y/n),â she continued, voice curling low, dangerous. âyou think apologies will save you. that if you bow deep enough, smile sweet enough, itâll erase the fact that you keep slipping. that youâre careless.â
the silence that followed was suffocating. her fingers on your chin tilted higher, forcing your face up until there was nowhere left to look but at her. her lips were parted just slightly, her breath brushing your cheek as she leaned in closer.
âi donât want to hear another sorry,â she said, each word deliberate, unhurried. âi donât need your promises. i donât need you to swear youâll âtry harder.ââ
her smile returned then, slow, deliberate, cruel.
âwhat you need,â she whispered, her voice silk stretched thin over steel, âis to be taught.â
she lingered on the word, savoring it like a promise.
her thumb brushed your jaw, deceptively gentle, before the edge of her nail pressed just enough to remind you how sharp she could be.
âyou need to be reminded how to behave,â she said, tone almost tender now, which only made it worse. âyou need to be reminded of your place.â
her lips curled higher, perfect and merciless.
âyou need manners, (y/n).â
she leaned in so close her breath grazed your ear, her voice dropping into a whisper that was all poison, all sweetness.
âand iâm going to show you.â
her grip on your wrist was unrelenting as she steered you down the hallway, the crowdâs residual noise fading until it felt like the world outside had been swallowed. each of her steps was measured, slow, deliberate, a silent assertion of control. your own feet barely seemed to touch the floor, pulled along by a force you couldnât fight, a force that whispered with every click of her heels that resistance was pointless.
she didnât speak for several steps, but her presence was deafening. the heat of her perfume pressed against you, suffocating and sweet, curling around your senses like a trap. every inch you moved felt guided, as if your body had ceased to be yours.
finally, she glanced at you. the faintest tilt of her head, a casual brush of her lashes, but it carried all the weight of a scolding. her voice, low and velvet, cut through the silence:
âyou think you can get away with being careless?â
you swallowed, your throat tight, unable to form words. she didnât wait for a response.
âevery stumble, every tiny slip, every time you let yourself lagâi notice it. iâve noticed it the entire night. do you understand what that makes me?â
her eyes glittered, sharp as diamonds. âit makes me responsible for your mistakes. and i am not someone who forgives sloppiness lightly.â
the corridor narrowed around you. your chest felt pressed inward as if the walls themselves had conspired with her to trap you. her fingers flexed lightly on your wrist, a reminder, a pulse of dominance.
when the dressing room door finally appeared at the end of the hall, slightly ajar, it was a promise and a warning all at once. she opened it without hesitation, the soft creak of hinges sounding like a signal of inevitability.
âinside,â she instructed, almost casual, but the undercurrent of command made it feel like a law.
you stepped in, the air cooler and dimmer than the hallway, empty except for the faint scent of hairspray and polished wood. the silence pressed down, heavy, and when she closed the door behind you, the click echoed like a verdict.
wonyoung leaned back slightly against the vanity, arms folded, posture impeccable, every inch of her radiating calm authority. her gaze swept over you slowly, not admiring, not indulgent, only measuring, assessing.
âyou really donât listen, do you?â she said softly, like she was scolding a child. âi spent an entire show biting my tongue, holding back words i wanted to say in front of everyone. and yet, here we are.â
her eyes followed your movements, slow and deliberate, catching every tremor in your stance, every flicker of hesitation. you felt exposed before her, raw, your exhaustion and anxiety laid bare.
she stepped closer, the faint click of her heels punctuating each move. the space felt smaller, your own breath shallow. her hand lifted almost unconsciously, brushing a stray strand of hair from your faceânot gentle, not soft, just precise, the kind of touch that reminded you how small and under her power you were.
her voice dropped, the silk of it wrapping around steel:
âdo you know what you need?â
you barely shook your head.
âinstruction. correction. discipline. behavior. manners.â she emphasized each word, slow, deliberate, the syllables sinking into you like nails.
her gaze didnât waver, unwavering and piercing, until she finally gestured toward the center of the room, her long fingers pointing with surgical precision.
âstrip. now. donât make me repeat my words.â she commanded.
the word landed like a hammer. the room felt smaller. her eyes never left you, sharp and patient, and in that moment, the silence itself became part of her control.
âlesson oneâŚâ she continued, her voice softer, almost teasing, but with an edge that made it cut, âis obedience. when i give an order, you obey. there is no debate, no hesitation, and no excuses. do you understand me?â
her arms folded again, posture regal, her smile cruel in its perfection. the lights above flickered slightly, catching the sequins on her outfit, throwing shards of light across the walls as she waited, every inch of her commanding, every second stretching the tension until it was almost unbearable.
âand iâm going to show you,â she added, each word a promise, deliberate and heavy. âi will make sure you remember your manners, (y/n). from now on, there will be no slips. no mistakes. only me⌠and your obedience.â
she stepped back, grabbing a chair and positioning it in the center of the room. âdid you not understand my words? are you deaf or something? i gave you an order; strip.â she commanded, her gaze never leaving yours. ânow. and then i want you to kneel in front of me, like the naughty girl youâve been.â
wonyoung smirked as she watched you, waiting for you to follow her orders. she could see the hesitation in your eyes, the way your fingers trembled slightly as you reached for the zipper of your princessâlike dress.
âdonât make me wait, angel.â she warned, her voice taking on a dangerous edge. âyou know the rules. when i give a command, you obey. now be a good girl and strip for me.â
wonyoung leaned forward, her elbows resting on her knees as she watched you intently. her eyes flashed with a mix of annoyance and dark promise as she tapped her fingers impatiently against her thigh. âI wonât ask again, pretty girl. take off that pretty dress. now.â wonyoung watched you squirm, enjoying the way your cheeks flushed a pretty pink as you reluctantly began to unzip your dress. she could see the hesitation in your eyes, the way your fingers trembled slightly as you slowly peeled the delicate fabric from your skin.
âthatâs it, doll. nice and slow.â she purred, her voice dripping with dark promise. âi want to watch every inch of that perfect body of yours being revealed. you have such a gorgeous figure, angel. itâs a shame you didn't showcase it better on stage today. if you donât have enough fans for your talent, you could have them for your body if you knew how to use it.â
as more of your soft skin came into view, wonyoung licked her lips, her eyes roaming hungrily over your curves. she could feel her own arousal beginning to build, the heat pooling between her thighs as she anticipated the delicious punishment she had in store for you.
âyou know, iâve been wanting to get my hands on you all day.â wonyoung murmured, standing up from the chair. she stepped closer to you, reaching out to trail a finger along your collarbone, down between your breasts, and over your stomach. âwatching you up there, so poised and perfect, it made me want to ruin you. to make you mine.â
she grabbed the dress, yanking it down and off your body in one swift motion. it fell to the floor with a soft whisper of silk, leaving you bare before her. wonyoung took a step back, drinking in the sight of you â your soft breasts, the dip of your waist, the flare of your hips. whe could feel her mouth watering at the sight of you, so gorgeous and vulnerable.
âbeautiful.â she breathed, circling you slowly. ânow, get on your knees. show me you understand the gravity of your mistake.â
wonyoung watched intently as you slowly sank to your knees before her, the plush carpet of the dressing room soft against your bare skin. she could see the way your chest rose and fell with each anxious breath, your nipples hardening under her piercing gaze. the sight of you kneeling at her feet, bare and exposed, sent a dark thrill through her.
âthatâs a good girl.â she praised, reaching out to stroke your cheek almost tenderly. âsuch an obedient little idol, so quick to follow orders. i like that in a girl like you.â
her hand slid down to grip your chin, tilting your face up to look at her. wonyoung leaned in closer, until her lips were a mere breath away from yours. âbut donât think for a second that this is enough to make up for your mistake.â she whispered, her voice a dark purr. âoh no, angel. youâre going to have to work much harder than that.â
wonyoung released your chin and stood up, towering over your kneeling form. she slowly unbuttoned her own dress, letting it slip off her shoulders and pool at her feet, leaving her in nothing but a lacy black bra and matching panties. the dark fabric contrasted starkly with her creamy skin, drawing the eye to every dip and curve of her body.
she kicked the dress away, stepping out of it until she stood barefoot before you. wonyoung hooked a finger under your chin, tilting your face up to look at her. âyouâre going to worship me.â she commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument. âwith your hands, your mouth, your body. youâre going to show me just how sorry you are, and maybe, just maybe, iâll forgive you.â
she guided your hands to her waist, placing them on the soft skin there. âtouch me.â wonyoung ordered, her voice low and breathy with anticipation. âmake me feel good, and maybe iâll give you the release you so desperately crave. do a good job, and i might even let you come on my fingers like the desperate slut you are.â
wonyoung shuddered as your soft hands began to explore her body, your fingers gliding over the smooth expanse of her skin. she could feel the heat of your touch, the gentle pressure as you mapped out every curve and contour of her figure. your hands slid up her ribcage, over the swell of her breasts, cupping the heavy mounds and squeezing gently.
âyes, just like that.â she breathed, arching into your touch. âdonât be shy, angel. i want to feel those pretty hands all over me.â
wonyoung grabbed your wrists, guiding your hands higher until they were framing her face. she leaned down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that stole the breath from your lungs. her tongue invaded your mouth, claiming you, possessing you in a way that made your head spin.
when she finally pulled back, your lips were swollen and tingling, your chest heaving with ragged breaths. wonyoung smirked down at you, a wicked glint in her eyes. âyou taste even better than i imagined.â she purred, licking her lips. âsweet and perfect, just like the rest of you.â
she stepped back, breaking the contact of your hands on her skin. wonyoung turned around, presenting her back to you. she looked over her shoulder at you, her expression expectant. ânow, put that clever mouth of yours to good use.â she commanded, reaching back to unclasp her bra. the lacy fabric fell away, revealing the smooth expanse of her back, the dip of her spine, the tantalizing curve of her ass.
wonyoung looked at you, one brow arched. âworship me, angel.â she said, her voice a dark purr. âshow me how sorry you are. and maybe, just maybe, iâll give you what you need.â
wonyoung gasped as your lips made contact with the smooth skin of her back, your mouth trailing hot, openâmouthed kisses along her spine. she could feel the gentle scrape of your teeth, the flick of your tongue as you tasted her, and it sent shivers racing down her body. she could feel your breath ghosting over her flesh, the gentle puffs of air making her shiver with anticipation. your hands slid around her waist, your fingers splaying over the soft skin of her stomach as you pulled her closer, pressing your face more firmly against her.
âfuck, your mouth feels amazing.â wonyoung moaned, her head falling forward as she arched her back to give you better access. She could feel the heat of your breath, the gentle suction of your lips, the teasing flick of your tongue â it was almost too much to bear.
wonyoung arched her back, pushing her ass more firmly against your face. she could feel the heat of your breath, the way your nose brushed against her skin as you inhaled deeply. Tthe scent of her perfume filled your senses, the floral notes mingling with the natural musk of her arousal.
your hands slid higher, cupping the heavy weight of her breasts. you could feel the way they overflowed in your palms, the soft flesh spilling between your fingers. wonyoungâs nipples hardened under your touch, the pebbled peaks pressing against your hands urgently.
wonyoung shuddered in pleasure as your hands kneaded and massaged her ample breasts, your fingers sinking into the plush flesh. she could feel the blood rushing to her nipples, making them swell and strain against the confines of your palms. low, breathy moans spilled from her lips as you teased and tugged at the sensitive peaks, rolling and pinching them gently.
âyes, just like that.â wonyoung gasped, her head falling back as she arched into your touch. âtouch me harder, angel. i want to feel that fire in your hands, that hunger. show me how badly you need my forgiveness.â
she reached back, tangling her fingers in your hair and tugging you more firmly against her ass. wonyoung ground her hips in slow, sensual circles, rubbing her bared slit against your face.
âkeep worshipping me like this.â she purred, her voice low and heavy with lust. âand i might just give this needy little body what itâs been craving. i know how desperate you are, pretty girl. i can feel it in every touch, every kiss, every breathless little moan. you want to be a good girl for me, donât you?â
wonyoung let out a sharp gasp as your fingers found her dripping slit, your digits sliding easily through the slick folds. she could feel the wet heat of you, the way your fingers glided through her arousal like a knife through butter. wonyoungâs hips bucked forward, pressing herself more firmly against your hand, silently begging for more of that delicious friction.
âyes, fuck yes.â she hissed, her voice tight with pleasure. âdonât stop, baby. keep touching me just like that. i need to feel your fingers inside me.â
wonyoungâs hands gripped the edge of the chair tightly as she felt one long finger push past her entrance, sinking deep into her tight, clinging heat. she could feel every ridge and contour of your finger as it stretched her open, the slight burn of the intrusion quickly giving way to pleasure. her walls fluttered and clenched around the invading digit, drawing you in deeper, silently begging for more.
wonyoung head fell forward, her dark hair falling in a curtain around her face as she panted softly, her chest heaving with each breath. she could feel the heat of her own arousal, the way it pooled between her thighs and coated your fingers with her essence. the scent of her desire filled the air, the musky aroma of her sex mingling with the sweet perfume of her skin.
as you pumped your finger in and out of her dripping cunt, wonyoungâs free hand slid down her body, her nails raking over the soft skin of her stomach. she circled her clit with the pad of her thumb, the hard nub swollen and sensitive beneath her touch. soft, breathy moans spilled from her lips as she rubbed herself in tight, sensual circles, the pleasure building with each pass of her fingers.
âthatâs it, angel.â wonyoung gasped, her voice ragged and raw with lust. âkeep fucking me with your fingers. i want to feel your fingers dripping with my cum as i ride out my orgasm. donât you dare stop.â
wonyoungâs body tensed, her muscles pulling taut as she felt the coil of pleasure tightening in her core. she could feel the pressure building, the heat of her arousal burning hotter and brighter as her climax approached. her hips jerked and shuddered against your hand, grinding her clit against your fingers as she chased her release.
âfuck, iâm so close.â she gasped, her voice high and breathless. âdonât stop, baby. keep touching me, keep fucking me with your fingers. ineed to come so badly, angel.â
wonyoungâs hand moved faster over her clit, her fingers rubbing the sensitive nub in hard, tight circles. she could feel the tension in her body ratcheting up with each pass, her thighs beginning to tremble and shake as she teetered on the brink of ecstasy.
âyes, yes, fuck yes!â wonyoung cried out, her voice rising in pitch and volume as her orgasm finally crashed over her. her cunt clenched and spasmed around your fingers, the velvet walls fluttering and gripping you like a vice as she came undone.
wonyoungâs body shuddered violently, her back arching as she rode out the waves of her climax. her arousal gushed over your hand, coating your fingers and dripping down your wrist as she gyrated her hips, grinding herself against your palm. the scent of her sex filled the air, the musky aroma thick and heady as she marking you with her pleasure.
slowly, wonyoungâs movements began to still, her body going limp as the aftershocks of her orgasm rolled through her. she slumped against the chair, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. wonyoung looked back at you over her shoulder, her eyes glazed and hazy with satisfaction.
wonyoung shuddered as your fingers continued to pump in and out of her fluttering, sensitive cunt. she could feel every clench and spasm, the way her velvet walls gripped your digits like a hot, slick fist. a low, breathless moan spilled from her lips as the intense sensations began to subside, her body going pliant and relaxed in the aftermath of her climax.
she reached down, pulling your hand from between her thighs. wonyoung brought your coated fingers to her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick them clean. she could taste the salt of her arousal, the tang of her essence exploding on her taste buds as she sucked your fingers into her mouth.
âmmmh, i taste so fucking good.â wonyoung purred, releasing your hand with a soft pop. she turned around to face you, her eyes dark and heavyâlidded as she looked down at your kneeling form. a wicked smile played at the corners of her mouth, her expression one of deep, smug satisfaction. âand you taste even better coated in my cum.â
wonyoung grabbed your chin, tilting your face up to look at her. she leaned down, until her lips were a mere breath away from yours. âyou did so well, angel.â she praised, her voice low and husky. âsuch a good girl, worshipping me like that. i think youâve earned a reward.â
she crashed her lips against yours, kissing you deeply and filthily. wonyoungâs tongue invaded your mouth, claiming you, possessing you as she plundered your mouth. she could taste herself on your lips, the musky flavor of her arousal mingling with the sweet taste of your own mouth.
her eyes raked over your naked form, taking in every dip and curve, committing them to memory. she could see the way your chest rose and fell with each ragged breath, the swell of your breasts heaving as you panted softly.
âbeautiful.â wonyoung breathed, reaching out to cup the soft mounds in her palms. she could feel the weight of them, the way they overflowed her hands as she squeezed and kneaded the pliant flesh. wonyoungâs thumbs brushed over your nipples, the hardened peaks straining against the rough pad of her fingers.
wonyoung could see the desperate need in your eyes, the way they followed her every movement, drinking in her every word like a starving woman. she could feel the heat of your skin, the way your body trembled slightly as she touched you, your nerves alight with anticipation.
âdo you want to come, angel?â wonyoung asked, her voice a dark purr. she circled one of your nipples with the rough pad of her thumb, the calloused skin scraping deliciously against the sensitive peak. âdo you want me to touch this gorgeous body until youâre writhing and begging for release?â
her other hand slid down your stomach, her fingers splaying over your hipbone before dipping lower, teasing along the edge of your thigh. wonyoung could feel the heat radiating from your core, the scorching desire that had your thighs clenching and shifting restlessly.
âtell me.â she demanded, her fingers dipping teasingly closer to your dripping slit. âbeg me for it, angel. beg me to touch this pretty little pussy until youâre screaming my name and coming undone. i want to hear how badly you need it.â
once again, wonyoung knew how to use her words to manipulate you and make you act just the way she wanted. it seems to be more than a personal charm of hers, always knowing how to use her words and behave to have everyone at her feet, and you are no exception!
â... please wonyoung-ah.â
wonyoungâs eyes flashed with dark triumph at your needy plea. she could see the desperation written all over your face, hear it in the breathless way you spoke her name. the knowledge that she had reduced you to this state of wanton desire sent a thrill of power rushing through her veins.
âthatâs it, baby. beg for it.â wonyoung purred, her fingers still teasing along the edge of your thigh, maddeningly close to where you needed them most. she could feel the heat of your arousal, the way your thighs trembled and shifted restlessly beneath her touch. âi want to hear how badly you need my fingers buried inside this greedy little cunt.â
slowly, torturously, wonyoung let her hand drift higher, her fingers brushing against your slit. she could feel the slick, swollen folds, the way they fluttered and clenched at the barest touch. wonyoung circled your clit with the pad of her thumb, the hard nub throbbing and sensitive beneath her touch.
âtell me what you need, angel.â she breathed, her lips brushing against the shell of your ear. wonyoungâs other hand continued its relentless assault on your breasts, kneading and squeezing the soft flesh, tweaking your nipples between her fingers. âi want to hear you say it, pretty girl. tell me how you need my fingers fucking this desperate pussy until youâre screaming my name.â
she could feel your hips rocking against her hand, your body silently begging for more of that delicious friction. wonyoungâs own arousal spiked at the sight of you, so desperate and needy, aching for her touch. she wanted to feel you come undone, wanted to watch you shatter in ecstasy as she brought you to the heights of pleasure.
wonyoungâs fingers drifted lower, teasing along your entrance. she could feel the wet, silky heat of you, the way your body welcomed the intrusion of her digits. slowly, torturously, she pushed one long finger inside you, feeling your velvet walls stretch and clench around the invading length.
âfuck, youâre so tight.â wonyoung groaned, her voice rough with desire. âi can feel how much you need this, angel. how badly you crave my touch.â
wonyoungâs finger pushed deeper, sinking into your tight heat until she could feel the rough patch of your gâspot. she rubbed against it firmly, making your back arch and your toes curl at the intense sensation. at the same time, she pinched and rolled your nipple between her thumb and forefinger, the mix of pleasure and pain sending jolts of electricity shooting through your body.
âyes, thatâs it.â wonyoung purred, feeling your inner muscles clench and flutter around her invading finger. âthis greedy little pussy is sucking me in, like it never wants to let me go. youâre so fucking hungry for it, arenât you angel?â
she began to pump her finger in and out, setting a steady rhythm that made your hips rock and grind against her hand. wonyoung could feel your arousal coating her fingers, your slick juices dripping down onto your thighs. the obscene sound of your wetness filled the room, the lewd squelching and schlicking of her finger fucking your cunt echoing off the walls.
wonyoung leaned in closer, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered. âiâm going to fuck this needy pussy until you canât take anymore. until youâre a shaking, mewling mess, begging me to stop. but i wonât stop, baby. iâll keep going, keep pushing you higher and higher until youâre screaming my name and gushing all over my fingers like the desperate slut you are.â
she could feel your body tensing, your muscles pulling taut as your pleasure began to crest. wonyoung curled her finger just right, rubbing against that special spot inside you that made your eyes roll back and your toes curl.
âcome for me, angel.â wonyoung commanded, her voice a dark, seductive growl. âlet me feel this greedy cunt spasm and clench around my fingers as you come undone. i want to feel your release flooding my hand, marking me as yours. do it, baby. come on my fingers like the wanton little whore you are.â
wonyoungâs fingers pumped faster, plunging in and out of your dripping cunt with a fervor that stole your breath. she could feel your body tensing, your muscles pulling taut as your climax approached. her thumb rubbed tight circles over your clit, the rough pad scraping deliciously against the sensitive nub.
âyes, thatâs it baby. let it happen.â wonyoung urged, her voice a low, seductive growl. âi want to feel your pussy gripping my fingers like a vice as you come undone. i want to feel your release gushing out of you, marking me as yours.â
she could feel your hips jerking and shuddering against her hand, your body desperate for more of that delicious friction. wonyoungâs other hand continued its relentless assault on your breasts, kneading and squeezing the soft flesh, tweaking your nipples until they were hard, aching peaks.
wonyoungâs fingers curled inside you, rubbing against that special spot that made your toes curl and your back arch. she could feel your walls fluttering and clenching around the invading digits, your body desperate for release.*
ânow, angel.â wonyoung commanded, her voice a dark, demanding growl. âcome now, pretty girl. let go and give yourself to me completely.â
with a final, hard thrust of her fingers and a particularly firm press of her thumb against your clit, wonyoung sent you hurtling over the edge. your body convulsed, your hips bucking and jerking as your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave. a scream of ecstasy tore from your throat, your voice raw and ragged as you came harder than you ever had before.
wonyoung could feel your pussy clenching and spasming around her fingers, your release flooding out of you and coating her hand. she worked you through it, her fingers pumping and stroking your fluttering walls until the last aftershock had passed. finally, she slowly withdrew her hand, bringing her coated fingers to her mouth.
wonyoung licked them clean, savoring the taste of your essence. âmmmh, you taste divineâŚâ she purred, releasing her fingers with a soft pop. âi knew you would be a screaming, writhing goddess when you let go.â
she pulled you close, crushing your naked body against her own. wonyoung crashed her lips against yours in a searing, passionate kiss. she could taste your pleasure on your lips, the salt of your sweat and the sweetness of your release mingling deliciously. her tongue plunged into your mouth, claiming you, possessing you utterly.
breaking the kiss, wonyoung nipped at your bottom lip, tugging on it gently with her teeth. âsuch a good girl.â she murmured, her voice low and husky. âyou took your punishment so well, angel. iâm proud of you.â
she pressed her forehead against yours, her breath mingling with your own as she looked deeply into your eyes. âand now, i think youâve more than earned a reward.â wonyoung purred, a wicked gleam in her eye.
slowly, teasingly, she lowered herself down your body, her lips and tongue painting a fiery trail over your skin. she paused at your breasts, lavishing attention on the sensitive peaks until they were red and glistening, aching for more. then she continued her descent, her breath hot against your stomach, your hips, your thighs...
wonyoung settled herself between your legs, pushing them further apart until you were splayed open before her. she looked up at you, her expression one of pure, unadulterated lust as she took in the sight of your dripping, swollen folds.
âlook at this pretty pussy~â she breathed, running a finger along your slit, feeling the wet heat of you. âso pretty and perfect, and all mine to devour.â
without warning, wonyoung leaned in and ran her tongue along your slit in one long, slow lick. she could taste your arousal, the tang of your essence exploding on her taste buds and making her moan in appreciation.
âdelicious.â she purred, her voice vibrating against your sensitive flesh. âi could eat this sweet little cunt for hours and never get enough.â
she sealed her lips around your clit, sucking the sensitive nub into her mouth. at the same time, she pushed two fingers deep inside your fluttering, slick channel, pumping them in and out at a steady, driving rhythm.
wonyoung could feel your fingers tangling in her hair, gripping the short strands tightly as you held her against your aching core. she could feel your hips rocking, grinding your dripping slit against her mouth as you chased your rapidly approaching second climax. the obscene sounds of her slurping and suckling filled the room, the wet, filthy noises of her devouring your cunt echoing off the walls.
âyes, just like that baby.â wonyoung purred against your flesh, the vibrations of her voice making your toes curl. âride my face, use me for your pleasure. i want to feel this greedy pussy coming all over me again.â
she could feel your muscles tensing, your thighs beginning to quake and tremble as your pleasure crested. wonyoung doubled her efforts, sucking hard on your clit as she pumped her fingers faster, curling them inside you to rub against that sensitive spot that made you see stars.
âcome on, angel.â wonyoung urged, her voice a low, seductive growl. âi want to feel your release flooding my mouth, marking me as yours. give it to me, pretty girl. let go and come for me.â
she could feel your body stiffening, your back arching as your climax approached. with a final, hard suck on your clit and a particularly firm thrust of her fingers, wonyoung sent you flying over the edge. your pussy clenched and spasmed around her invading digits, your release gushing out of you and filling her mouth with your essence.
wonyoung moaned in appreciation, swallowing every drop of your offering as she worked you through your intense orgasm. she could feel your body shaking and trembling above her, your fingers gripping her hair tightly as you rode out the waves of your pleasure on her tongue.
finally, as the last aftershock passed, wonyoung slowly withdrew her fingers from your fluttering, sensitive folds. she looked up at you, her expression one of deep satisfaction and dark promise as she licked her lips, savoring the taste of your release.
âmmmh, you taste even better the second time around.â she purred, her voice low and rough with desire. âi could get addicted to the way you come apart on my tongue, angel.â
wonyoung crawled back up your body, trailing kisses and nips along your soft skin. she paused at your breasts, lavishing attention on the sensitive peaks until they were swollen and aching, straining towards her touch. then she continued her ascent, her lips and tongue painting a fiery path up your neck, your jaw, until she was hovering above you, her face mere inches from your own.
she could see the hazy, sated look in your eyes, the way your chest heaved with each ragged breath. the sight of you, naked and boneless beneath her, filled wonyoung with a deep sense of pride and possessiveness. she had done that â reduced you to this state of blissed out, fucked out ecstasy. the knowledge sent a dark thrill rushing through her veins.
âyou did so well, baby.â wonyoung murmured, her voice a low, husky purr. she reached out, cupping your cheek in her palm, her thumb brushing softly over your kissâswollen bottom lip. âtaking your punishment like a good girl, coming so beautifully for me. iâm so proud of you, angel.â
she leaned in closer, until her lips were a mere breath away from yours. wonyoungâs eyes flashed with a wicked, triumphant gleam as she looked down at you. âand now, i think itâs time for my apologize due my bad attitude towards youâŚâ she purred, her voice dripping with dark promise.