#dahyun imagines
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red or black
kim dahyun x f!reader
synopsis: two colors, two instances, two sides.
warnings: smut ; thigh riding ; strap-on usage ; degrading ; some praise ; reader giving/receiving ; dahyun giving/receiving ; switch dynamic? ; some sub/dom discovery? ; mean dahyun ; sahyo pairing ; small datzu crumbs ; not proofread (latter half of this was written on my phone :P)
a/n: finally on spring break! more dahyun content from me as always :)
in vegas, they say the house always wins.
when it comes to rolling on the roulette wheel, there are only two outcomes: red or black. a winner and loser. you either win it all or walk away empty-handed.
red and black however, can be applied to many things; in the context of opposites, a battle between two clashing egos, two different colors, contrasting ideals or philosophies. or better yet,
a safe word or preference that’s used in the relationship between you and dahyun.
it first started out to be more of an experiment of sorts. limit testing the possible theory of how one would handle the other. an interchangeable dynamic, the good ol’ switcheroo. dahyun was the one who was forward with the idea, you being hesitant because at the time you didn’t figure out what things you liked/not liked in the bed, turn ons/offs, or anything that wasn’t limited to a degree for that matter.
“so? what do we think?!” dahyun asks you one night out of the blue, laying on your thigh while sitting on the couch.
“what do i think?” you say, “i’m not sure, dubu. i don’t know how i feel about the whole…well…you know.”
“but it’ll be interesting!” she beams, sitting upright on her knees and eyeing you like a little kid waiting for their toy. “besides, sana has been telling me to check out some of the different categories that she’s been experimenting with jihyo and momo.”
“well dahyun,” you reply back at her enthusiasm for curiosity. “it’s still all new to me…” voice trailing off as you try to scan around the living room, not willing to meet dahyun’s eager eyes. “i would consider it but i’m just worried about how it’ll affect our relationship going forward.”
dahyun presses a comforting kiss to your cheek, embracing you with her infectious bubbliness that even makes the other girls fall a little bit more in love with her when it comes to hanging out in a group setting. this side of her was more reserved for you, exclusively.
“trust me,” she starts. “the sex that we’ve been having is good, amazing, just—you can probably describe it more better than i can.” you can’t help but laugh at the countless nights and endless times you found yourself sunk to your knees, kissing every single parts that you know all too well at this point, worshiping the wonderful body created on dahyun to your liking.
“this won’t be any different, just a new approach to having fun!”
“you and i have two very different definitions of having fun.”
a brief pause hangs your tongue, pressed against the inside of your cheek while you’re staring at the simple (but deadly) smile dahyun offers. considering, and you might still ponder this at different times but until then, you say,
“alright. i’m in.”
dahyun lunges forward for a hug, nose nestled in the underside of your neck where your jaw meets and lips tickling the area below it, humming gleefully.
“thank you, y/n. really.” she replies, giving you a quick peck before she swipes her laptop off of the coffee table, clicking on the keyboard and tapping to an open tab for you to see what she was talking about. “now i just want you to skim through this website for me, and answer this. what color would you like to be?”
—
(so that’s how it begins, to some sort of extent. for anyone that’s curious enough to even bother ask about a backstory, here it is:
the connection with dahyun really just came out of nowhere. you stumble into a new class that was heavily focused on group work. typically, momo was the first person that you would try to spot out to save yourself from the trouble of hitting the usual checklist of icebreakers that make you on the inside cringe from embarrassment.
luckily, the social butterfly that minatozaki sana was, swooped you in before the professor could even say a word to you.
she brings you to this small huddle of about 4-5 people, the list as follows: park jihyo (her girlfriend), miyeon (the day one bestie and also her other ‘girlfriend’), myoui mina (the rich, cool girl that appears used to being approached by all the top modeling agencies given with her appearance).
and lastly, dahyun. who was more of a wildcard in the grand scheme of things (or so you thought.)
brief introductions are shared; getting to know the basics of favorite song, food place, boba order, and a superficial hint of what they like in a girl is all being bounced around while you catch yourself stealing glances between you and dahyun all throughout the class activity. small talk was the first wall, but once that was over, everything that followed seemed to come along as a breeze.
you’d have to give credit to sana though, playing the role of matchmaker to speed up the process.
eventually, from moving through the ranks of acquaintances to friendship to calls and texts sent back and forth between each other. waiting after class and getting a quick bite at the nearest cafe cart brewed towards “something more.” few dates follow more frequently, and you have the courage to pop the golden question to dahyun one friday night before heading out to the club (we already know what the answer is so why bother telling it?)
a month passes, then a few months after. which brings us up to now. that’s it, nothing more.)
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the first instance that comes is red.
dahyun was finishing up her studies while living on campus in one of the nearby dorms. you lived in one of the nearby apartments that was only a few minute drive and around the corner, so distance wasn’t really a big problem for either of you.
it’s nearing the end of the semester, and people are cramming everything into their books and laptops in the last corner of the academic year. cafe’s are being filled up, counselors are giving last bits of advice to students who need it, and dahyun has no issues with her classes whatsoever.
speaking of issues, there was one slight problem: you were kinda banned from seeing your girlfriend.
while jotting down notes on the desk, dahyun looks at her phone that had a few notifications from you that were images of smol cats doing random activities. the last message you sent was about what to eat for a study break. dahyun gave you a few options that were around campus and there was a nearby food spot close to her dorm, anything to get closer to her even if you were put on unnecessary suspension.
she gets startled when there’s a sudden sound coming from outside of her fire escape on the second floor, opening the curtains to see a black silhouette squatting down to match the level of the window. the eerie presence puzzling her for just a moment before she sees a light shine on a face.
you.
without a moment’s hesitation, dahyun opens the window for you while the hood is unsheathed from your head. there's a shuffle around the small space in the middle lane with both ends occupied by two beds, but dahyun closes the window, raising the lamp upward facing the ceiling before returning her gaze to you.
her eyes see you sitting on the edge of her bed, legs crossed over and both hands in the pocket of your hoodie. the thicker clothing on top of the hoodie was a leather aviator jacket that made it look like you were right straight out of that one top gun movie, but you lean back slightly, never changing your upright position.
“sorry to scare you like that, hope you were on your study break.” you say with a low tone tilting your head towards her, patting down the open space next to you on her bed.
“are you crazy?” dahyun asks you, ignoring the sudden heat flushing through her cheeks as she makes her way towards you, patting down her thigh to ease her bit of nervousness. “you know you’re not supposed to be here, even when yunjin said—”
“she says that, but doesn’t mean it.” you reply, taking off your aviator jacket while dahyun sits next to you, putting a leg over and letting her arms fall on your shoulders. “besides, her and i just had a small…disagreement.”
dahyun arches a brow while you’re flashing a gooey smile, smirking after when you’re tapping her knee cap over your leg. “uh huh.” she says, remembering the little bust up with your team captain yunjin at lacrosse practice at the beginning of the week. since she was dahyun’s roommate, it was more of a lenient punishment because of the overcompetitiveness almost affecting the team. so, you weren’t allowed to see dahyun until the whole ordeal blew over, knowing that you wouldn’t listen—here you were in her room.
“well, i guess you can stay for a bit.” dahyun says, “i still have to review before yunjin—”
“she’s not coming back.”
“what? why?!”
“yunjin’s hanging out with kazuha and chaewon. my best guess is that they’re just talking about some lacrosse team stuff, nothing too serious.”
you lean your head on dahyun’s shoulder, fingers tracing along the perfect skin on her thigh, just stopping right before her ass. giving a quick look with the eyes, you smack your lips, “don’t tell me you’ve been studying here all day, have you?”
“well– i– i mean…”
sighing out confirming the suspicion, you lift dahyun’s leg, shifting it over yours, and she’s straddling your lap—her arms never moving on your shoulders once she’s all settled in. “since you’ve been hitting the books while i’ve been napping, why don’t you tell me what you’ve been going over so far?” hand moving along the underside of her thigh, you take the hint that she’s not wearing any underwear beneath her shorts. “sleeping for a bit would be a perfect solution for you over that reading that you’re always doing.”
“you don’t want to hear what i’ve read.”
“just like, one thing. for me dubu?” you ask, hand on her hip, lightly moving dangerously close to the growing wet spot between her legs.
dahyun knows that she’s being worked over with the amount of short, hitched breaths being let out in frequent succession. “i was just reading about– fuck, how w-we as humans are more prone t-to be more impatient in psycholog- baby that’s–”
“hmm,” you hum with your moving hands on her hips, looking up at your flustered girlfriend riding you, dahyun trying to neglect the friction and growing heat very poorly. “patience huh. maybe you could teach me a thing or two about that more, right?”
all you hear is a small whine being sounded while you’re smiling, dahyun’s face looking a little more out of it with her slacked jaw, eyes half-lidded and nearly closing. “think you can teach me some patience baby?” hands continuing to move at a consistent pace, dahyun’s clit rubbing against the fabric and your leg making her twitch slightly, the sensation now rising up throughout her body as time passes.
“y-yes, but–” her words are jumbled up agaisnt her teeth. “i wanted to see you…”
“i did miss you too, honey, and i'm right here, don't worry.” your voice is a bit deeper now, continuing to roll dahyun’s hips on your leg while she clutches the hood of your jacket more tightly. “maybe you can shower me with a few compliments, to get your mind off of studying for a bit.” you whisper in her ear as you carry on moving her hips back and forth.
dahyun’s moans coming out of her leaves you in pure adoration, sputtering different aspects of you that you’ve heard before, not while she’s rocking on your leg to the point where the sentences are sounding more run-on than usual. the small mumbles of god- please- more- yes- followed by more yeses. you can feel the wetness seeping past dahyun’s shorts and onto your sweatpants.
“my baby’s working so hard in school, she deserves to have a nice break, hmm? all of the other girls wishing they were in my place with you riding my leg like this?” you say into her chest, leaving feathery kisses to the upper profile below her clavicle.
“y/n– you’re– shit, so fucking– god– the way you speak to me like t-that,” she tries to say to you, head dipping down near your collarbone, speaking nonsense. “i love- everything about y-you baby. the way your hands– fucking fuck me up so good–”
“there we go pretty.” you say, nicking her chin up so that you can meet her eyes, adjusting your leg slightly by lifting it higher to make it look like she’s sliding down. her pants are making you lackluster, dark, the struggling breath riling you up as well the more she’s trying to stay upright on your leg.
“i can feel you close for me dubu, you wanna cum just like this? grinding on my thigh until you fucking get off?” you’re gripping the back of her neck with your left hand while the right one rolls her hips more into you.
“s-so fucking close, god. y/n, baby—”
“shhh,” you comfort her, “you’re gonna look so good cumming for me baby. let it go, i’ll take care of you. i always do.”
dahyun lets out a whimper of appreciation when you’ve given the go-ahead, the grip on her ass becoming more tight as the slick coming out of her leaves your leg completely soaked. she has her arms around your neck now, closely, allowing your free reign to leave nibbles across the unmarked canvas of her throat while she’s moaning in your ear, causing you to grunt from the infectious lust growing between you two.
“cum for me baby. i need to hear it, need to feel it.” you growl, bruising her skin.
she hears your voice down her ear, and it’s all too much. your large hands clutching to her waist. dahyun lets you have your way with her body, riding out the chain reaction of whines and moans and all sounds of the pleasure that consumes her, the sensation of her cumming to the point where she’s reduced to whimpering into your hoodie.
you steady the pace soon after, short exchanges of breaths are now filling the room as dahyun slowly grinds her sopped, worked core, still wanting more, but that’s for later.
“stress relieved?” you ask, smiling against her warm face. you can feel her breath tickle your neck as she lets her hands roam across the plane of your back. sometimes you’re still in disbelief that this woman you love has a near perfect waist the way your hands just link around it so easily.
“i-i should go back to studying,’ dahyun answers. “but i do feel better y/n, thank you. ”
“i have a new idea.”
dahyun is then flipped over the bed, shorts now discarded exposing her swollen pussy lips to you, taking off your hoodie that shows a sports bra that made your breasts appear even larger—and dahyun can’t help herself to stating, biting her lip at the potential site for more marks to be made.
“we should study each other’s bodies again, deal?!”
you wonder if you can hear dahyun swallow the moment you dive down for her again.
—
the second instance, black, comes a bit later and completely out of nowhere.
you’re not even prepared for what was about to occur.
to bring it up to speed: you’re shit-faced drunk. mumbling and humming noises that sound like a boxer in a comatose state. the pattern on the floor looks familiar—giving an indication that you were at your apartment (or at least on the way back).
dahyun was hobbling your wasted ass back into your apartment, hands and legs clearly uncoordinated, stumbling and propping up on anything that was in close proximity around the place with her carrying you back into your room, carelessly tossing you on the bed while she slammed the door harshly behind her.
you may or may not have had some -too many- shots in your system, the count already lost a while back—the more apparent elephant in the room is brought back to you when dahyun clutches your shoulders, eyes filled with rage, sitting you straight on the edge of the bed.
“what in the fuck were you thinking!?” she asks you, clutching the delts of your body with an iron grip, your neck keeling your head over causing dahyun to rake your hair in pulling back up, her hand now clutching the collar of your shirt that reeked of the booze you mindlessly spilled on you while drinking. “you’ve gotta be out of your mind for kissing my ex in front of me earlier.”
“who? oh! you mean tzuyu?!” you say, speech slurred, giggling at the sentence passing through your lips. “shit, i musta forgot, silly me—”
dahyun’s hand is quick around your neck, stopping your act and letting the proper thought of rationalization combating the effects of alcohol in your brain for a slight second, airflow halted with a harsh choke, tongue reeling back into your throat the more her fingers gripped around it.
“my fucking ex.” dahyun seethes out, grabbing your cheeks and leaning in closer against your cheek. “you crossed the line with that one.” she pushes you away, slipping off her jacket that revealed a black compression shirt underneath, the hints of muscles here and there from her arms to her shoulders.
she paces around in front of you, strategizing what to do with you while you sit there with hands fiddling with the end of the comforter below you. your heart is racing from the impending rage that was unraveling, wondering what dahyun will do next. the way she’s not even making eye contact from your lowered position makes you look up like a pleading child asking their parents for something.
keeping yourself together like this was near impossible, not when dahyun looked so good with this kind of attitude, something that momo and the others have said they were afraid of, but not you.
“where is it?”
“what!?”
“don’t make me repeat myself.” dahyun says sternly, pulling on the peak of your chin, “show me where she left it.”
“i don’t know what you’re—“
“the fucking hickey, y/n. show me where she marked you.” her tone sending a shiver down your skin while you tried to resist the urge to squirm under the touch. “you’ve already got me with your little stunt this morning, but you’re not getting away a second time.”
you and dahyun hardly fight over something in the relationship. most of your arguments are just disagreements that didn’t really spell anything too serious. this changed when dahyun turned down your imitations for sex three times because of a dumb mistake you did (not worth remembering what it was because the punishment was worse than the supposed crime).
after those failed attempts, this made you snap on the inside. satisfying the high sex drive you had was the only thing in your head, and you were gonna do whatever it takes, even if it has to make dahyun completely lose control. kissing her ex tzuyu that you saw at the party earlier was the last push that you needed, making eye contact with her in the crowd while you were smacking on the girl’s lips and letting her mark you front of dahyun.
the second reminder comes back, you edging out dahyun while she was getting ready this morning for an important meeting with one of the clubs that she was a high ranking board member in, the hushed curse of your name being moaned out while you relentlessly pounded and licked up her helpless cunt, her fingers raked around your head when you perched her on the bathroom sink. she didn’t want to give in to the pleasure, but she does, always does.
once you left her high with no release, you were sure that dahyun wouldn’t go throughout the day without having a single thought about you. in a doubled down effort, you sent her pictures of yourself in underwear at different times during her schedule to ensure that the thought would stay fresh in her mind. needless to say, it worked.
“clothes off.” dahyun says. “don’t make me repeat it a second time.”
all you did was just shake your head, dahyun lets out a ‘tsk’ slapping you in the face, forcing you to look away with one eye closed, cheek stinging from the contact of her hand.
“baby,” calling you while she soothes the light red mark on your cheek with her thumb. “show. me. the. mark.”
you comply, pulling the collar of your shirt to show a stark red hickey across your collarbone. dahyun sighs out while looking down, pressing the bridge of her nose before muttering something to herself. along the lines of what a fucking idiot you were.
dahyun’s strength surprised you at times and before you even knew it, your back was against the headboard of your bed, staring up to the ceiling while she slid off your pants. hers also came off, hand trailing up your leg to the seam of your panties, noticing a hint of wet in between the threads.
“you’re fucking wet? wanted to see me being rough with you? fucking little slut’s enjoying too much of this.”
you’re whimpering when she’s leaving more marks up your neck, holding both of your wrists. thighs rubbing together of built up sexual frustration that you were the catalyst in creating, but the thought and lust filled aura dahyun was possessing blinding you with delusion that you’d get what you want.
“dahyun…please—“
“now you’re begging?!” she scoffs out, snickering while she holding your face up again. “some audacity you have, bitch.”
you feel dahyun’s fingers hook on the elastic of your panties sliding off, then nails moving upward on your legs. in a futile attempt to wiggle out from dahyun’s touch, she stops herself, gets up from the bed and walks over to a corner in your room to grab something. she pulls out a box in her hand that makes your eyes roll at what she has.
the throbbing sensation rises between your thighs, closing your eyes again, brows knitting together from the euphoric false belief that dahyun would let you off easy.
a shift of weight in the bed presents itself when you open your eyes again after a few moments, the sight alone makes your cunt throb and your heart quicken.
she has a purple silicone strap-on. the one that you bought with your own money about two weeks ago to use on dahyun—-the first proper use of it being on you now.
dahyun shifts towards you on the bed. compression shirt now boldening with tense muscles and her underwear was off replaced with the plastic cock, unsure of what do with it, but clear of who to use it on, straddling your waist again before scorching up to your chest, the tip lightly poking your chin.
“spit.”
ever the good listener, you spit on the plastic tip, dahyun lightly stroking it lightly to get the saliva around the shaft more.
“suck.”
the commands are coming simple and easy, the only thing you’re able to do is just follow and submit, opening your mouth to let the purple tip in, lightly bobbing just past the tip while dahyun supported the back of your head with her hand, pushing you to go a bit deeper each time.
“so pretty with a cock in your mouth, even better when my slut is taking mine.” she laughs out, pulling away to slap her cock on your wet, pouty lips. you’re looking at her with pleading eyes, stroking your cheek again, dahyun drinking in the sight of you being like this for her.
she slaps it on your mouth a couple more times before moving off, leaving you harsh kisses from your lips down to your neck, to the chest, down to the waist, and—
“please, just fuck me. let me have— i just want you.”
dahyun seems to understand what your desires are, pulling you from the hips so that you’re laying on the bed now. parting your legs wider to put herself in the middle, teasing your folds with her cock slightly slapping it before slipping inside just past the head—the sound that leaves your lips is so low, breaking.
you’re clutching onto her wrists as she’s bruising your skin at the hips with her nails. the tightness too hard to bear when dahyun sinks deeper, flushing the whole plastic toy inside you.
“o-oh my fucking god.”
she pulls out and snaps her hips back in, leaving you no time adjust. a few locks of her hair falls over her forehead as she gets picks up her pace, the tempo gradually increasing until she couldn’t contain herself, going all the way—full send.
“w-wait babes, sta—nngh! fuck—it hurts…”
the slick sound of your fucked pussy on top of the symphonic tones of your breaths and moans combined fill up the room, fulfilling the fantasy that you’ve dreamed of doing to dahyun, almost.
“i don’t care if you’re in pain, not when i see a slut get frisky with my fucking ex.” she’s having fun with this also, taking out the frustrations and anger that you created throughout the day earlier.
dahyun puts in two deep strokes into your cunt, causing you to arch your back from the pleasure, before pulling out and flipping you over, raising your hips to match hers before inserting inside again.
the pace of thrusts pick up again, dahyun’s hips now meshing with your ass perfectly. holding at the right angle to as she continues to pound and pound and pound and pound—
“does it hurt, baby? the way my cock is taking your slutty pussy like you deserve it hm? wanting me to fuck you like this for so long?!”
from you, barely, “god, yes.”
she then pushes you deep into the comforter, mercilessly thirsting to no end at the new angle to take you deep. the throaty moans and fucked out sounds getting to the best of you, clamping down her strap more and more as dahyun runs a hand through her hair—you imagine her doing it the same way that’s just insanely hot from the simple action.
“i wanna hear you say it bitch. who am i to you?” she’s growling over the nape of your neck and into your ear, never letting up her speed.
you’re half-sobbing-half-growling into the sheets, gripping onto the pillows for dear life, brain too far gone to answer right away.
“ah—mmph y-yours, fuck i’m all for you.”
reveling in the vibration of skin to skin contact, the both of you are nearing exhaustion. the way that your hips are shaking beneath dahyun as she pounds all of the noises she likes out of your pretty little mouth.
“fuck-you’re so perfect like this. i can see you getting close—“
you’re yelling into the soft cushion of the pilllow, dahyun not amused at the act of playing it safe. she pulls you by the hair, lifting you upright with her, the strap becoming more and more difficult to move as you’re clenching hard around it.
“don’t shy away from me, slut.”
you liked the idea of being dominated, and that was the apparentness being brought clearly in this moment. dahyun had times where she got protective/possessive with certain things, but this was a brand new avenue that you probably prefer than previous occasions. to be fucked through with no remorse as she shoves your head back into the sheets, leaning over when you’re at the highest point of the night.
“da-fuck, please harder- fucking, ‘m gonna—cum—shit. baby god—don’t sto—“
“cum all over this cock baby. i’ll take care of you. i always do.”
the sentence alone was a silver-lining, and a daunting parallel.
“dahy—ah!” you cried out as dahyun fucked you through your (deserved?) orgasm. pleading and babbling and begging while you feel your body shut down, half drunk after being used.
dahyun slows her pace, hips bucking with every lethargic stroke, sliding the silicone cock out of your fucked cunt while she leaves light kisses down your back. she massages your red-marked ass while you just hum in satisfaction against the mattress.
you roll over on your back, the soft sounds and breaths matched with the simple movement of the lungs. in, out. in, and out. dahyun tosses off the wet slick strap, tending to your care with kisses and glances of love now shown—the possessive aura washed away completely.
just before your vision fades to black, she helps you lift your shirt up slightly, kissing down your body to the sensitive area between your legs. but before she does that, she goes back to your face one last time, planting a kiss to your cheek before whispering,
“my messy girl, let me clean you up.”
summarizing, we’ll leave it off with this: caught with a red flag at the party, blacked and fucked out by the end of it.
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how would alpha!twice react to their omega saying "is too big..." ? 🫠
Twice reaction “its too big…”
Idol: OT9 Twice (Alphas)
Reader type: G/n, Omega, AFAB
Warnings/notes: NSFW, MINORS DNI, OMEGAVERSE
NAYEON
“Its too big baby no!”
She hums agains your neck as she pushes deeper anyway, cock twitching at your pleas. Gripping your hips and fucking into you albeit a little slower.
“You can take it baby, your so wet for me like a good little slut”
With a snap of her hips shes balls deep groaning into your neck when your tight walls clench around her cock.
“Fuck baby, love your tight pussy on my cock. Mhm so good”
Jeongyeon
“Its too big baby” you whine pushing at her shoulders.
She stares down mouth agape unsure of how to respond as she stares at where your joined. Eyes glued to to where your connecting seeing your pussy stretch wide around her cock. Barely having pushed 2 inches into you and your cum is leaking down her shaft as her hips still.
She lets a needy whine out and rubs at your clit, feeling you clench as she begs you to let her push deeper.
Momo
“Ba-aby ah! To big-g fuck!” You yell out as she thrusts deep into you, her balls slapping at your ass.
She simply growls and pushes you into the bed, thrusting harder and deeper with a growl. “You’ll fucking take it! Take your alpha like a good little slut!”
She unloads when you clench around her, your pussy getting too tight for her to move. Nipping and sucking at your neck as she pumps you full. Leaving you a moaning whimpering mess. Mumbling how full you are and how deep she is.
Sana
She stands mouth agape as she looks at the sight below her, you on your knees hand jerking her slightly as you slap her tip against your tongue.
“Mhm baby look like such a good slut for me”
You open your mouth wide taking her tip into your mouth and sucking. Eyes watering as you take her half an inch more before pulling away with a gasp.
“I-i cant daddy its too big” you whine.
Her eyes roll to the back of her head at the name, hand reaching to place her thumb on your lip pulling it down as she sucks in a gasp. Picking her cock up she runs the tip along your mouth spreading her pre.
“Open that pretty mouth, let daddy use you”
Jihyo
“Are you sure?” She asks hips stuttering as her lubed cock lays in her hand, tip threatening to poke into your puckered ass hole.
Her eyes are wide when you beg for her to push in, tell her how needy your are for your alphas cock. She gives it then, pushing in all the way in one thrusts, not thinking, gasping in realisation when you yell out in pain.
“AH! It’s too big!” You cry tears falling onto the bed as you cry.
She rubs your ass and whimpers apologises fighting her every urge to grab your hips and fuck you at a bruising speed.
Mina
Kissing your jaw gently she moans as you grind your core against her cock, coating it with your slick. You let out a whimper when her hot throbbing cock slips between your folds, she bites into your lip as as her tip shoots a spurt of pre that ads to the wetness coating her cock as you continue to grind on her.
“You want it baby?” She coos, “want me to push into your pretty pussy and fill you with my cum?” Kissing along your jaw as as she whispers hoarsely.
Lifting your hips she helps your sink on her cock, smirking against you as your babble incoherently.
“Problem baby?” She rocks your hips against her smugly knowing exactly whats wrong with how tight you are and how shes stretching you out.
“Its too big” you whine against her neck and she chuckles deeply, bucking her hips up so that her tip kisses your cervix.
Dahyun
“Its too big” you gasp staring at her twitching cock that shes jerking in front of your face. Her cheeks ablaze with a hot blush.
“Baby-“ she whines when you grab her cock, hand jerking her tip as you suck at the base of her cock.
“So so big, such a great alpha” you mumble against her swelling knot.
She moans when you lick from her balls to her tip making a show of it. Squeezing her tip so that a drop of pre lands on your tongue causing a pleased hum to escape your lips.
“Mm baby so tasty, if only i could fit all of you into my mouth”
Chaeyoung
Walking into her room you smile when you see her at her desk sketching her latest piece of work. She smiles over to you reaching her hand out and pulling you onto her lap.
“Omg baby-“ you shriek when you feel her cock poking through the hole in her boxers.
“What baby?” She smirks innocently as she slips your underwear to the side, running her cock along your folds. “Don’t want to sit on my cock?”
“Baby your know its too big, cant take you all way” you whine as you nuzzle into her neck, causing a coo to slip from her lips as she kisses your temple.
“Thats exactly why your gonna cockwarm your alphas cock, stretch your perfect pussy out to fit my cock”
Tzuyu
She gasps and moans as she struggles to push her cock in, the tip slipping halfway in before you clench and she slips all the way out again.
“Baby please its to big” you whine as she growls and pushes in again this time harder and groans when her tip slips in with a pop.
“Fuck baby” she moans as she pushes deeper and deeper ignoring your whines and moans that shes too big.
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⠀ dahyun ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ت ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ instagram
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dahyun [ twice ] lockscreens ☆
#twice dahyun#gg moodboard#ggs icons#ggs packs#gg packs#ggroups icons#gg lockscreens#ggroup kpop#lockscreens#gg icons#gg layouts#dahyun#dahyun lockscreens#dahyun layouts#dahyun lq#dahyun icons#dahyun imagines#dahyun instagram#dahyun packs#dahyun moodboard#dahyun messy moodboard#dahyun wallpaper#dahyun edits#dahyun gif#twice long locs#twice layouts#twice#twice moodboard#twice messy icons#twice imagines
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Chocolate Heart
« A strong, sweet love. »
Dahyun x gn!reader
Fluff
synopsis - confessing to your crush on valentines day very rarely goes as planned anyway
wordcount - 3K
T/W - Food, young love, crushes all that good valentine’s stuff, soft cuss word
A/N - shoutout @saiiidahyunee its as long as it took for me to write about Dahyun im so sorry💀
“Congratulations!”
The cheerful word caused you nothing but chills and fright. You blinked at the two class presidents standing before you, grinning as though disturbing your nap was the most fun thing in the world.
“For what?” You mumbled half asleep. Unless you were out for months, it wasn’t your birthday yet. Neither had you accomplished anything worth celebrating.
“For possibly going on a date in the next few weeks!” One of them cheered once more while the other revealed a pen and paper from behind her back.
“What?”
The girl ignored the utter confusion on your face and shoved the pen into your hand before sliding the paper accross the table you were so comfortably napping on a minute ago.
“Do you have a crush?” Her co-president asked, and you could tell his tone went beyond the required professionalism. Just plain nosy.
You sighed as you finally realized what this ambush was about: the whole Valentines Day love campaign your school loved to put up every year in order to help fund whatever was in need.
The concept itself was fun and harmless: class presidents chasing their classmates down the halls, offering to confess to your crush for you in exchange of a couple bucks.
Deal of the year for a lot of high-schoolers, and it wasn’t even done badly. The whole thing was cute; a fresh, red rose they delivered anonymously on your behalf on D-Day. While they filled the school’s pockets, you got to see your crush smile at least once thanks to you. To a young teenager foolishly in love, the sight was priceless.
Even if you drew the shortest end of the deal—a.k.a your crush not giving a damn—they’d never know who it was from anyway. Saved you a lot of embarrassment, which in all honesty was just as priceless.
“No, I don’t have a crush.” You answered him, and the way his features noticeably fell was particularly satisfying.
“Do you now? Don’t you think we’re a little too old not to notice these things?” The girl wiped the small smirk off your lips and you blinked. “We’ve been in the same classroom all week for four years, we’ve seen the way you treat the new girl.”
The seat suddenly felt uncomfortable underneath your legs. “What does that even mean—I don’t treat her any different than I do you guys.” You chuckled, nerves unfortunately too clear for the guy not to revive his own hope.
“Sure you don’t.” The girl smiled, the pull at her lips borderline fake. “But you haven’t walked any of us home yet, have you?”
You shifted in your seat once more. “We happen to live in the same neighborhood. If you’re jealous just say that.”
The girl’s smile seemed to falter for a second, dropping only to stretch itself wider and brighter than before. You caught her clutching the small stack of paper tighter against her chest, causing you to knit your eyebrows together.
You weren’t oblivious. At least not more than she claimed herself to be. You had your fair share of secret admirers across the years, a few roses sent your way; but it was no secret that you never pulled on any of the strings thrown your way by the bravest of them.
“As if.” She shrugged off and you nodded, appreciating how she stuck to her role.
There was never any want nor need on your end. A relationship was never an idea on your mind, but it doesn’t mean you couldn’t and didn’t have a harmless thing for someone here and there.
All unrequited, as per the majority of high-school love, but you managed to find the fun of it. Silly jokes and random eye-contact rushes were satisfying enough.
Until she came along.
“Anyway—”
“So do you like her or not?” The boy cut her off, saving you both from an uncomfortable moment only to send the three of you into a silence of that same nature.
You hoped your lack of answers would get them off your back, but the longer it lasted, the more it proved their suspicions to be right.
You could see the delight on the boy’s features grow as much as the frown on the girl’s. You ignored the latter for as long as it took for her to cover it up before she tapped the paper in front of you.
“It’s our last year.” She spoke up. Her voice was softer than you were used to. It caught you off guard. “You might regret not participating at least once.”
Whatever, you thought, looking down at all the names already written down. Might as well, she won’t know anyway.
You gripped the pen, following your hand as your fingers painted the name of the girl you’d come to care so much about.
Kim Dahyun - Senior Class B
“Here.” You slammed the pen against the table. “Happy?”
“The two dollars.”
You looked up at them and sighed once more.
“Kind of a scam but okay…” You mumbled, reaching into your pockets for the remaining change of your allowance.
The bill was inconvenient. Sure it wasn’t much, but when you’ve been cut off for the next two months because of a silly prank… Might as well say you’d bet your whole fortune on this crush. It sounded cool anyway. Your grandkids would eat this up.
—
Valentine came around quick, and you spent all day watching people receive roses in all corners of the school.
Young love filled the air, time was nothing if not stuck in this carefree atmosphere roaming with still naive and hopeful spirits. As much as you would have liked to be cool about it all, you weren’t an exception. You couldn’t help but wonder whether Dahyun had received hers or not.
Maybe in sixty years you’ll probably laugh at the memory, but in the moment it didn’t feel half as funny.
From eight in the morning, all you could do was stress over whether she’d accept it or not. Would she even like it? If she had, did she smile as brightly as you wanted her to? Had it made her as happy as you hoped? Granted she wouldn’t know who it was from, but you hoped the gesture would actually make her smile. Your heart couldn’t stay still in your chest, eager yet nervous to see her.
You waited all day to see her, looking out at every corner of each room and hallway you walked in for a glimpse of her pretty, dark and long hair, fair skin, and cute nose appreciating whatever scent was left of that cheap flower.
By 4pm, she was still nowhere to be seen. Was she avoiding you? Did she even get that dang flower?
The bell rung the end of your last classes for the day, and you took out your frustrations out on your poor locker. You hadn’t opened its door this aggressively since you got detention for sleeping in class. Something very infuriating in failing at what you usually master.
Whatever, at least you helped the school.
You got your bag off your shoulder, glancing inside the locker for your books only to find… a rose? Had she sent it back to you?
You winced at the thought, the pinch in your heart taking you by surprise.
So this is heartbreak…, you sighed reaching for the flower. If that wasn’t painful enough, one of the thorns poked your finger and you almost laughed at life’s comedic timing.
You watched the small wound on your skin as it reddened slowly. It’ll heal fast enough. Couldn’t say the same for the one in your chest though.
This was the stupidest idea ever, why did you even give in to their pressure…
You wiped your finger on your shirt, a small stain you’d come to regret later but held very little importance in your eyes when a small card fell to the ground.
The book you’d grabbed felt heavier with each second you took to identify where it had come from. The only logical answer was your locker, but how had you not noticed it?
Shoving the homework material in your bag, you bent down to pick it up before closing your locker. Your eyes were glued to the writing on the folded paper, widening as all sense suddenly hit you.
Your name… the careful and precise calligraphy… The rose… It was her.
Maybe she hadn’t given the flower back to you. Or maybe she did, but her gesture meant something entirely different.
Your fingers were hesitant on the card’s edges, grazing and ghosting papercuts as you gathered enough strength and composure to open it.
You pulled out what you had rightly guessed as a letter, handwritten by the cutest of them all. Your eyes were eager at the thought of unveiling her thoughts, brushing past every single one of her words before finding the ones you wanted to see the most.
« I hope you actually like me, Y/n. You’ll regret it if you don’t. »
Okay, maybe this wasn’t the way you’d wanted them, but it was enough to pull a giggle out of you. It was a running joke, it was known across the school how no one should mess with her. Rumors of her song at the talent show being about an ex, those did a great job at spreading the word. Whether or not they were true, her songwriting was good enough of a threat for anyone who might have dared to.
Judging on the speed of your heart alone, she had nothing to worry about in that regard. Her written confession had you a mess, you couldn’t wait to meet her for more.
You wanted to hear her say all those things to you. How she liked your eyes whenever they were on her. How she liked your smile whenever you tried to see hers. How she liked your laugh whenever you tried to hear hers. How she fell for you and could only hope you’d catch her.
You were soon running through the streets, rose in hand as you ran past people, leaving bits and pieces of that love and hope behind for the nosiest of them.
You sprinted to the nearest park, the one you usually parted ways at on your way home from school. Why didn’t she wait for you today? It would have saved you the extra gym class.
“Dahyun!” You yelled, way too loud for the remaining distance separating you from her, but at least you caught her attention.
The way she turned around… You could have tripped at how beautiful it all was; the scenery that drew itself around her.
The grass looked beautiful, fresh and green at her feet as if her standing there only did the opposite of killing it. The sky, the clouds, the sun all indecisive over the weather, like her presence was enough to throw them off balance. Only the wind seemed to stand its ground, carrying those dark strands of hers as gently as it could. A present for you, offering you a chance to picture her perfect charm in your mind.
It was an instant, she turned to answer your call and faced you with eyes as sweet as ever while your lungs fought to keep themselves and yourself alive a little longer. Breathtaking had just taken a whole new meaning.
You could only hope it felt as cinematic on her end, but the way she laughed into the wind, carrying the sound all the way to your ears as you ran towards her significantly reduced that hope by at least 50%.
Oh, well. At least you made her smile.
“Is this yours?” You asked, holding up the rose as you slowed down, finally close enough to her.
You waited for her answer, breathless as you took great care in stopping before bumping into her. You made sure to leave enough space in between the two of you, but the air that filled it was suddenly heavy with anticipation.
“No.”
Your breath hitched in your throat. There went that pinch in your chest again. This wasn’t something you wanted to get used to. “What?”
“I think it’s yours.” She said, pulling out another one from her back. “This one’s mine.”
“Wh—Huh?” You grimaced, eyebrows furrowing together as you glanced back and forth between the two roses. “Then what’s this?”
“I guess someone has a crush on you.” She said, her voice soft. You barely heard it, but the slight loss of light in her eyes was enough to make you piece it together.
She wasn’t joking around. She really wasn’t the one who’d put that rose your locker.
“Oh.” A nervous chuckle escaped you as you glanced at the rose. You had an idea as to who it was from, but you couldn’t care less at the moment. You weren’t going to let this ugly miscommunication ruin your chances. “Well, here. Two for one.”
You handed her the rose in hopes of bringing back the glow that suited her features so well. It was never too long until you managed to do so, and this time was no exception.
“Are you seriously recycling someone’s love right now?” She chuckled and you shrugged. You actually were thinking of it as a proof of only having eyes for her, but alas…
“You’re never too green for the planet.” You joked out of habit. “It’s the least I can do to thank her for these beautiful flowers.”
“For the planet.” She nodded, grabbing the stem carefully as to not hit any of its thorns. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” You smiled, and the heavy air turned awkward.
You eyed the space in between, making out every single unspoken word in the short yet frightening distance. Both of you were aware of them now, yet neither dared to cross it.
“Why didn’t you buy me one?” You asked, suddenly curious. If she had planned to confess today of all days, it only seemed logical for her to do so.
“I did. Just not the ones from school.” She said, bringing up the small gift bag she’d been holding on all this time.
Your face lit up and you stepped forward to look inside, something that made Dahyun’s heart pick up the pace. “Oh my gosh, you did!”
How lovely was your smile from up close. Overwhelmingly so. “I made you some chocolates too.” She mumbled as you struggled to keep still.
“No way!” You held onto the baby sized rose in your hand, digging inside the bag with the other to pull the small box at the bottom. “You didn’t…”
Dahyun only nodded, hiding herself behind the sudden need to tell you all about the day she’d spent planning her small confession.
You smiled all the way down to your heart, listening to every one of her words. She’d spent a whole afternoon in the kitchen to make sure everything came out perfect. Her evening was spent writing out her feelings for you, erasing and rewriting every word as she tried to find the right ones only to spend her night tossing and turning in her sheets, nervous and excited about sharing it all with you today.
“Dahyun they’re so good, thank you so much.” You hummed as you tasted one of her chocolates. “Did you have some?”
Dahyun only giggled, glancing down at the ground to avoid your playful ones. It never lasted too long though, only a second as she couldn’t fight the way her eyes were so easily drawn to you.
“Here have one.” You offered, holding what seemed to be a dark chocolate one to her lips. “Come on.” You insisted when you noticed she was hesitant, which only lead you to a playful fight as she resisted you trying to feed it to her. “Please enjoy it! You did all this for me, and I only got you a cheap flower, how does that make me look?”
“I don’t know.” She laughed as your hold on her loosened, defeated. “I mean…”
You cleared your throat at the sudden feeling of your arm around her waist.
“Right now you’re looking very pretty.”
Maybe it was the proximity that reassured her; that gave her enough confidence to confess those thoughts of you. How close you were to her, it felt as though you could only catch her if she jumped that distance.
So she did. She jumped, but failed to close it. Her lips were still and shy near your own, so you brought a hand up to her chin, guiding her towards the smile she’d caused.
Again, it was only an instant. A soft press of your lips, capturing each other’s in a gentle and warm feeling you discovered for the first time together.
It was funny, how she could taste the sweet chocolate on your lips despite herself. And not to pat her own back, but she did a great job.
It was addicting.
Or was it your lips? She couldn’t quite tell just yet, but surely she’ll have time to figure that out.
“So you knew?” You grinned, unable to hold back the happiness you felt.
Dahyun nodded, pressing her lips together as a sign of nerves still high. “Did you know too? About me?”
“Well, I definitely do now.” You chuckled, pulling away to hold her card up, still smiling at the words it contained. She blushed at the same thoughts. “You’re a very talented writer, Dahyun. You make me sound much better than I actually am.”
You joked yet again, suddenly remembering your beloved “class-clown” title. You weren’t exactly proud of it, but you did take pride in bringing joy into this class. That’s what made you so popular, what allowed you to break out of your own shell and make friends with about anyone.
“No. That’s just how good you are to me.”
You took care in making sure no one was ever left behind, especially the quiet and smart ones like Dahyun—often despite themselves—by pulling everyone and anyone into your banter.
As the new kid, Dahyun purposely sought a lack of attention. She kept to herself, but you caught her laughing along with everyone. Maybe that’s exactly what caught your attention at first, and you were surprised she didn’t push you away the first time you approached her.
That’s what usually happens when an academic ace and a class clown are paired together.
“Glad my efforts didn’t go unnoticed.”
“I mean, it was hard not to notice them…”
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Thoughts Of You
-fluff, hangover, dahyun acting like a hopeless lesbian!! implied relationship
: hangover or not Dahyun's mind never ceases to stop racing, especially about you
words 684
non-idol!dahyun x fem!reader
Through the open window, a soft breeze wafted into the room, it welcomed a nice shine of light which gladly took its place, laying a sunny streak over Dahyun’s sleeping face. As pretty as she looked with the sun shining on her face, she didn’t seem to like it much. If the groan was anything to go by, and the whine as she turns to face the other way, shifting around on the bed.
Fuck the sun. I’m tired n wanna sleep. Head hurts. Where is she?
A giggle rings through her head, the sound pounding off the walls of her brain. Another groan, and although her eyes are closed she feels around the bed, looking for something or rather someone. Another giggle echoes in her head, and Dahyun has to adjust her eyes, taking in the empty white sheets around her.
Mmmm, actually this breeze feels nice. But, where is she???
She turns back over, and her head hurts, it aches terribly, but she wants you first. You’re sitting next to the same damn window that woke her up, in a plain white tee and a pair of light gray sweatpants. Criss-cross on a large beanbag, work laptop on your lap, with your reading glass on. You tilt your head at her, waiting for her to come to her senses, even if it was just a little bit.
Shit that’s hot for no reason. Say something, c’mon, say something.
“Good Morning” Dahyun mumbles, more like grumbles, into silence, this time you hold back your laugh, biting your lip. Getting up and walking towards her, you softly run your hand through her tangled hair. Dahyun leans closer towards the touch.
“Good morning to you too,” you whisper softly, “even if it’s four in the afternoon”. Dahyun huffs, closing her eyes to bear the pain grunting as you help her sit up against the headboard. You place a glass of water against her lips, and then hand her some painkillers. Dahyun’s eyes furrow, she swallowed the pills with difficulty, tilting her head back felt horrible and when she did it felt like her brain moved in her head, worsening this already unbearable ache.
Never drinking again, ever. Not happening, no matter what. But this treatment is to die for… a pretty girl, with pretty hair, n pretty eyes, my pretty-
“I know baby, it aches, but you did such a good job,” you praise her and leave a quick kiss on her cheek. She smiles, almost in bliss, she thinks that if she gets enough kisses from you, you’d be able to cure this horrible hangover.
More please, kiss me more, praise me more. M’like it, more please.
“I’ll get you something to eat, be right back,” you assure her before stepping out of the room.
nooooo come baaaack
And you do, holding a bowl of warm Miso soup, you sit on the edge of the bed, you mix the soup with the spoon, before lifting it up to feed Dahyun. The girl blushes, and she lifts her hand, “It’s okay, you don’t have to feed me”. You smile, your eyes pointing towards her lifted hand, it’s shaking, “oh”. And Dahyun quickly puts her hand back down, her blush reaching her ears.
That was so fucking embarrassing.
“You’re cute,” you mumble, feeding her. Dahyun has to grip the sheets to brace herself.
No u.
“Where did you order the soup from anyway?” Dahyun tries to make light conversation, but your sudden frown makes her want to bury herself. “Doesn’t taste good enough?”
Fuck Dahyun, you desperate gay freak! You made her sad!
“S-sorry! It’s just really good! Like the best soup I’ve ever had! Literally at the top of my list now! Just wanted to know where you got it cuz it’s that good-” Dahyun truthfully rambles. You blush, looking away, a soft smile on your lips as you tug a piece of hair behind your ears. It’s like Dahyun is falling more in love with each passing second. “I made it myself, actually; I’m glad you like it,” Dahyun beams.
Dahyun, you smart bitch!
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Oii Dadai boa noite, se nao for incomodo pode fazer Wallpapers da Dahyun versão natal???
twice [ dahyun ] lockscreens ♡
#dahyun lockscreens#dahyun layouts#dahyun lq#dahyun moodboard#dahyun gif#dahyun icons#dahyun instagram#dahyun imagines#dahyun twice#dahyun#dahyun messy moodboard#dahyun wallpaper#twice dahyun#twice lol#twice lq#twice lockscreen#twice layouts#twice low quality#twice long locs#twice moodboard#twice icons#twice imagines#twice instagram#twice messy icons#twice packs#twice incorrect quotes#twice wallpaper#dahyun edits#dahyun packs#lockscreens
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whisper
kim dahyun x gn!reader // angst
summary: you call out in a silent question and dahyun answers.
you have never claimed to be different, nor have you ever presented yourself to dahyun as someone that could be different. you suppose it isn’t really your fault that dahyun had hoped for far more than you could ever really give her, that dahyun had claimed you were different — that this time was different.
but, you suppose, you had never claimed otherwise as well.
(perhaps you had liked the feeling of someone thinking that you could be the one, that you could be a second chance, a new beginning, a hopeful start.)
///
your love is a quiet one. it’s filled with unspoken words, affectionate touches, word-heavy glances, and heartbeat songs.
you’re not one for many words, and dahyun likes to listen.
(you should’ve known, back then, that it would have never worked, because neither of you would’ve ever talked.)
///
your love starts softly, gently, silently. it’s a shadow in the night, a monster under the bed, a light drizzle from the sky.
it creeps up, slowly, slowly, slowly, silent and unnoticeable—
you don’t notice at first. you don’t notice the way you start looking at dahyun with love songs tattooed in your eyes. you don’t notice how your hands always seem to look for dahyun’s, always wanting to touch, to hold, to keep. you don’t notice how your tongue ties itself even more when you’re with dahyun.
it’s quiet, dangerous, and gentle as it creeps up into your heart, and into your thoughts.
(dahyun, dahyun, dahyun.)
it settles itself into your rib cage, making it home for affection and for dahyun, and you don’t notice at all. it’s slow and silent, and then it happens all at once.
///
dahyun is soft.
her hair is like silk, her body is all flesh and bending bones, her skin is open, and her eyes are soft.
you touch her carefully, carefully, carefully. you imagine a sign written on the top of dahyun’s flesh, stitched into her skin.
(warning: fragile, handle with care.)
you trace her features, going over the curves and edges, cautious around the sharper parts, staying over the bridge and ridges of dahyun’s rib cage.
you outlined the area where you think, and feel, dahyun’s heart would be. you feel silent heartbeats against your palm.
///
there are no love songs about the two of you, for the two of you, and in the two of you. the only song you both have is one with the verses filled with glances, stares, and looks, and the chorus nothing but softly spoken promises, confessions, and words, words, words, and the bridge would be something like the way dahyun would pepper you with ghost kisses, barely there, but there nonetheless, and somewhat quiet and fading, fading, fading.
you’ve never liked love songs, anyway.
///
there’s something about them that is hard to grasp. there are no jaunty lines or crooked edges. there are no nooks or crannies to hold on too.
something about your love is somewhat fading. not gone, but barely there. but it’s always been like that. it’s always been shadow touches, ghost kisses, and silent promises. it’s a love song that’s not played or heard, it’s a love that’s not said but felt.
it’s quite easy to let go off, and sometimes, you wonder if you and dahyun will one day.
it’s quite difficult to hold, to grasp, to see sometimes. look at the fine print. read between the lines. find the needle in the haystack. it’s not easy.
but, you think, good things are never easy anyway.
///
the two of you work, surprisingly, really well together. Irene's purple whispers and dahyun’s white laughter somehow mixes together to make a dull, bleak, gray.
it’s strange how dahyun’s bright energy, that can lift a room into space, that can light sparks in the hearts of many, that is bright white blaring and screaming with hope and kindness, could ever mix with your subtle, sweet, soft purple and make something as unnoticeable and blank as gray.
between your purple smiles and dahyun’s white giggles is a gray area that composed of your kisses, hand holding, and interlocked hearts.
gray is a color you can learn to like.
///
your fights are quiet too.
like all relationships, there are arguments, misunderstandings, hurt feelings, and mistakes made. it’s normal. every functioning relationship between two humans have always needed a little strain to keep it growing and evolving and moving.
you and dahyun fight in silent ways. dahyun’s normally a noisy person, but with you she is quiet, much like your love.
your fights are waged in hands that refuse to touch, in glances that are fleeting, in words that are low, sharp, and filled with poison.
and somehow, it hurts more.
///
the two of you make up and come together silently as well. like two ships in the night, you both drift pass each other, and suddenly, suddenly, suddenly, your hearts will scream “home!” and a compass and lighthouse will guide you both to each other.
the two of you come together as quietly as two puzzle pieces fit against each other, as a key goes into a lock — filling in the spaces, slotting next to each other with apologies, and like magnets, like planets with orbits around each other, the two of you are fine and still very much in love.
///
the two of you start to fall apart as quietly as the two of you fell in love.
it’s teardrops falling from the sky, it’s promises never spoken, its hands left cold by shadow touches, its lips gone dead from ghost kisses.
the two of you fall apart as silently as the two of you had come together, moving away from each other like two silhouettes in a dark alley, with paths meant to cross but never intertwine.
your purple starts to separate itself from the gray of your love, and dahyun’s white starts to escape. your touches are rare, your kisses non-existent, and your silent promises find no replies or truth in it anymore.
you suppose that it would have never worked out from the start. you suppose you should have known. silence is deadly, and neither one of you have ever spoken up to break it.
and in turn, your hearts break instead.
///
desperate, palms pressed against dahyun’s chest, wanting to feel the heartbeat that had sung silent songs to you, you will yourself to speak up.
you call out a silent question.
(does your heart still sing a silent song for me? is it a love song?)
dahyun’s chest cavity whispers out a hollow answer.
you pull your hands away and allow gentle tears to fall from your eyes.
the song you feel from dahyun’s broken heartbeats is a tragedy. not a love song.
///
(can you whisper, as it crumbles and breaks?)
///
the buildings inside your heart crumble, and dahyun’s fragile, fragile (handle with care) heart breaks.
it all starts in silence and ends in silence. there are whispers, and broken heartbeats, and answered questions that were better of left unanswered.
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🧁 ♡ 🧸 ♡ 🎀
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obsession
kim dahyun x f!reader
synopsis: echoes of the past haunts you for years, hiding from the girl that you loved dearly. but now she’s found you, staying in control is worse than the current nightmare.
warnings: dark concept!!! ; bit of angst ; reader is a vampire ; dahyun works for the fbi ; violence towards reader ; blood play ; implied smut ; flashbacks in italics ; written in one take ; might not be proofread
a/n: the first (and only) time i've written a fic in one sitting :O i'm never doing that again my brain is mush
the soap stung against your hands, palms already rubbed dry with the previous twenty times you’ve rinsed them.
you rub your face furiously, but nothing that you do is enough to shake off the image of blood dripping from your mouth.
her blood.
tears are welling up in your eyes, choking sobs wrenching from your gut. it all started innocently enough.
well-
not quite innocent, because that wasn’t the word you would use to describe the position that you were in, with your fingers buried inside dahyun, your mouth nibbling delicate trails down her neck.
you only remember her moans, her breathless commands for you to go harder, faster, deeper, the way she opened up so beautifully to you, her legs spreading so eagerly for you.
the scent, however, you don’t even remember how it overcame you, the heady aroma of her arousal and the blood, thrumming hard and fast in her veins. you remember even less when your teeth tore into dahyun’s skin and tasted her for the first time, a taste so exquisite, it would haunt you for the rest of your life.
“y/n…”
you look up to see the reflection of your father in the mirror, jaw set in a grim line.
“she’s gonna make it, right…?”
you haven’t heard yourself this weak since the early years of grade school. not since losing to the new girl at the park left you in tears,
every.
single.
day.
now, that same girl, older now, the same one you held so many times, was in the hospital, battling for her life…and it was completely, entirely, your doing.
your father just nods, knowing that the words will serve no purpose here, because you’ve already become broken, too damaged by the truth of your own nature to be consoled by the petty words.
“we need to leave, y/n.”
knowing what your father meant, that he wasn’t talking about leaving the bathroom, or the hospital, or even to go visit dahyun…he was talking about leaving town…forever.
“you can’t expect me to just leave her like this,” you cry, “she needs me,”
the stinging sound of a slap rang loud and clear across the stalls of the bathroom.
“let’s not forget the reason she’s in the hospital, in the first place.”
and all you could do was hold your cheek gingerly, tears burning the red imprint of your father’s hand across your skin, because those words were a much needed reminder. even though guilt ripped through you for what you done, a small part of you, stubborn and child-like, still longed to be at dahyun’s bedside, to hold her hand till her eyes opened again.
“i will only say this once,” your father murmurs somberly, “and you will do well to listen.”
“she is better off without you.”
—
most people say that medical anesthesia induces a deep, peaceful, dreamless sleep. but instead of the black nothingness that was supposed to surround her, dahyun rememberonly red, swelling around her like pretty petals falling from the sky…and a voice.
“dahyun…?”
“oh god, no please wake up dahyun, please…”
she can hear soft sobs in the background.
“what have i done…dad? what’s happening?”
“why won’t she open her eyes?!?!”
there is pain, heavy, scathing in this voice, and she wants to go to you, to the voice that’s crying for her.
but she can’t, for the love of you, seem to open her eyes.
—
when dahyun does finally wake, to the dull, throbbing pain of having one too many tubes stuck in her body, she sees jeongyeon, her eyes lighting up as if in slow motion.
“dahyun,” jeongyeon mumbles, hugging her gingerly, “i was so worried…what happened to you?”
her hands feel stiff, like lead, but she lifts them to her head anyway, rubbing her forehead slowly. “i don’t know…”
dahyun would’ve asked where she was, but her consciousness had revived to the point where she could recognize the conatst beeping and the bottles of liquid hung over her head.
she was in the hospital.
“your parents just went to grab a bite…they’ve been here for the past ten hours, waiting for you to wake up…”
“jeong…” dahyun speaks slowly, her tongue hurting to even speak, “where’s y/n?”
jeongyeon gulps, the brown in her eyes crinkling with regret.
“she…” jeongyeon hesitates, not knowing how to tell her that when you had called her, there was no answer, and that when you had run over to her house, frantic, pounding on her door desperately, nobody had opened the door either. “y/n has gone away…for a bit.”
—
working for the bureau has taught dahyun a host of things. of these life lessons, the most important is to always be prepared. with a job that has such high amounts of risk involved on a daily basis, being prepared for the worst is a lifestyle that she has adapted to. be it an explosion, a knife at her throat, or being held at gunpoint, dahyun’s seen it all and come out unfazed.
but standing here, across the room from a woman she hasn’t seen in years, dahyun is definitely not prepared for the impatient scowl spreading across your sharp features.
“how did you find me?”
contempt oozes out of your words, thick and poisonous, flowing onto her and leaving their sting, but dahyun doesn’t show it. it’s a trait she’s mastered over the years.
“i work for the bureau,” dahyun says impassively, “we have our ways.” ways that have been useless for the past seven years, she wants to add, but elects to keep quiet.
you stare at dahyun for what seems like hours, angry flashes of dark into her warm brown. you are visibly seething and a part of dahyun is smiling inside because after seven of not knowing if you were alive or dead, she was ready to give anything to just look at you, angry or not.
“did it ever occur to you that maybe i didn’t want you to find me?” you hiss, tone rising.
every day, dahyun thinks somberly. she was never under any illusions. she realized within the first one year of your devastating disappearance from her life that you didn’t want anything to do with her.
“i needed to know that you were okay.”
that you were alive. happy.
before dahyun’s well trained eyes could register it, you were in front of her, pinning her against the wall. your presence is everywhere, all around her and she can barely breathe. dazedly, dahyun wonders when you learned to move that fast.
you grit your teeth, eyes gleaming menacingly. “well here i am, dahyun.” you hover right above her, face barely inches away. “do i look okay enough for you?”
dahyun nods mutely, crushed by the power of your hold to make her feel so vulnerable. “i thought you were dead,” she whispers, looking into your bright verdant orbs, still reveling in the fact that you weren’t dead, you very much alive and standing right in front of her.
the fear, that undeniable dread in her voice as she utters those words is so powerful, you were this close to breaking down, the heady scent of having dahyun in your arms making you completely weak.
backing away, knowing that this kind of proximity, the nature of this very conversation is heading down a dangerous path for the both of you and so you step away, giving back her breathing space.
pinching the bridge of your nose, you steel yourself, working up the courage to say the words that are the very opposite of what you so desperately want. “you need to leave.”
desperation washes over, fuelled by the withdrawal of having you so close to her. “i’ve never stopped looking,” dahyun says, looking away. “not once.”
“you weren’t supposed to be looking for me,” you mutter, but it’s futile, you knew perfectly well how she worked.
“there were no traces of you anywhere,” dahyun continues bleaky, “not until you contacted jeongyeon.”
a moment of weakness. when you learned that jeongyeon was getting married, you had fought every fiber in your body to ont get onto the first plane back home and share this moment of happiness with her. so you did something almost as stupid. you left a voice message.
“congrats on the wedding day! i hope that you and jihyo share a wonderful life ahead!”
you had taken enough precaution to use a public phone, but you should’ve known that there was no stopping dahyun.
“she told you,” you mutter, wondering why you’re even surprised, it was the obvious course of action. “that bitch…”
“she’s the only one who’s ever understood,” dahyun whispers, and it’s then you see her properly, for the first time this evening. you see the helpless look in her brown pool and guilt washes over you like a tidal wave. “i came back from the hospital and you were gone.”
you don’t say anything, not even looking at dahyun–you can’t—not with the memories of what left her in the hospital playing so vividly in your mind.
“y/n?” dahyun’s voice wavers, but she powers on because she’s lived for seven years without any answers, all her memories shaken, ever since that day. “tell me what happened that day?”
you mumble a curse. it was everything you never wanted, to relive those memories—and even worse— recount them to the girl who’d almost died in your hands.
“you don’t remember anything?”
dahyun shakes her head. “i remember we were in your room…we were,” she blushes at this point, because the sight of her at that moment, so lost in her own pleasure would have made anyone blush, “and the next thing i knew, i was waking up in the hospital.”
“convenient…” you mutter, irrationally angry with dahyun for only remembering the pretty, happy moments, while you were cursed to live with the guilt.
“well,” you whisper, a slight evil glint in your glowing eyes, “let’s help you remember then.”
you walk toward dahyun slowly, dispelling your jacket, and unbuttoning the top two buttons. it was such a loose, effortless motion, and dahyun knows that on some level this was what she desired, but for some reason she takes a step back.
soon, dahyun finds herself pressed up against the wall, with nowhere to run or hide, not knowing why she’s thinking of that all of a sudden, with you looming over her, the beautiful eyes she remembers all dark and stormy.
“why so scared, dahyun?” you ask, mockingly, “you don’t remember anything anyway.”
it makes no sense, these tears welled up in dahyun’s eyes, because she’s dreamt of you for so long, of you like this, close to her. but something feels different, more sinister, and it makes her edgy.
“shhh,” you whisper, as the first tear drop rolls its way down dahyun’s cheek, guilty on some level that you’re scaling her, but she’s so close to you, her heartbeat pouding so loud and alluring in your ears, that you were beyond just simply turned on. “i just want to pick up where we left off.”
dahyun’s mouth responded eagerly to you despite her fear, body pressing up against you the way it remembers, lithe muscles against your slightly larger frame.
you weren’t sure of what kind of seduction you were aiming for, because it felt like you were the one melting, your objectionable heart like putty in her hands, so lost in the exquisite sweetness of her mouth, that you think you’re quite willing to forget all of the threats you’ve just made, as long as she stayed like this, dahyun wrapped in your arms for eternity.
“dahyun,” you groan, as dahyun’s legs rub together against the one leg put in between, testing your control further.
“i missed you…” dahyun mumblers, in between kisses, unwilling to let go of your mouth for these much needed words.
it was somewhere at this point, when you were so lost in this shameless gyrating, that you’re nipping on her lower lip roughly, willing herself to give into you, tongue sweeping into hers, that you were aware of the cold, metalice tinge of something in the kissand you don’t even need to think twice about what it really is.
you stagger back, desperate to get away from her, away from the mistake that threatened to repeat itself all over again.
you see dahyun’s eyes recover slowly from their glaze, her breathing still uneven.
she probably didn't even realize.
but the panic seizes you, making you crumble to the floor, voice pleading “you need to leave, dahyun…please.”
dahyun’s lips tremble, the undeniable feeling of rejection flooding through her. “is there…” she hesitates for a second, because it’s the only thing she could think of. “someone else?”
it had been seven years after all. maybe dahyun really didn't have a place in your life anymore.
there was something about the way her words hit you, deep and accusing, and so very broken, that the precious string of control was holding you steady, snapped.
“is that what you think?” you whisper, wondering just how dahyun could deny the truth even after so long.
“look at me, dahyun,” you say hoarsely. “i’m a monster.” because despite living among your own kind for the past seven years, you could never see it any other way.
“this place you stumbled into, its filled with the whole lot of us filthy vampires. you’ve stubled right into the goddamn hellhole and i can hardly protect you from myself…” you take a deep breath. “how will i protect you from the others?”
dahyun reels her head from your admission. yet, on some level, she can’t deny that she had harbored a suspicion, especially when she had found evidence of your residence in this area.
“i don’t need your protection, y/n. i can hold my own, i–”
“i almost killed you, dahyun,” you grit out, anger flashing in your bright eyes, like it always does, when she thinks she doesn’t need you, “that’s what happened seven years ago.”
dahyun’s eyes widened, shock coursing it way through her.
“and do you know why?” you ask bitterly.
“because i wanted you. and here you are, right in front of me, and all i can think of is taking you. possessing you, all over again.”
because that was the truth, that’s all you can think of, the softness of her lips as it brushed against yours, the tentative flick of her tongue, her sweet breath mingling with yours….
and the delicious scent of her blood, pumping through her veins.
and all you want to feel them all…all over again.
dahyun’s eyes fall to the floor, tears streaming freely now. she knew what you were trying to do.
but you would never understand, that for dahyun, you could say anything and it would never be enough to scare her away,
because in dahyun’s eyes it was all the same, lifelessness, or a life without you, knowing that you hurt for her too, wants her in whatever twisted way that you do…it was just too fucking painful.
and dahyun had already lived seven years of this hell. you were here now, in front of her, and she wasn’t willing to give up this glimpse of paradise, no matter how fucked up it was.
she bit into her already split lip, the blood only too happy to be relieved of its container, smearing all over her lip. dahyun watched as your pupils dilated, blown by the sheer arousal of her act, and it was probably downright depraved, but she was pretty sure that if you kept looking at her like that, she would be alright.
“if this is all you want,” dahyun whispers, walking toward you, the blood dripping in a beautiful red trail down to her chin as she sat down astride you. she angled her chin so that drop would fall perfectly into your waiting, parted mouth.
“then take me.”
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Being Twice’s Omega
General hcs;
- they fight over you
- well, bickering mostly
- only cause momo is possessive af and wants u all the time
- literally growls at them id they try to take u
- u just learn to live with it
- jihyo has to give her THAT look
- the look that says “share our gf or i take our gf”
- literally works for about a minute before momo is pouting and making grabby hands
- why is she so clingy and possessive?
- 1) she just loves you so much
- 2) you know that moment she got eliminated from 16 and thought she was never going to see you again? Yeah thats why
- it hurt so much and was such a scary feeling she never wants to feel that again
- thats why the girls put up with her behaviour
- they never want her to feel like she doesn’t have you
- usually u wait till momo is sleeping and sneak into another members bed
- nuzzle into them or lay kisses to there skin till they wake up
- face goes from confusion to the brightest smile in seconds
- so happy to finally cuddle and kiss you
- then scents the heck outta u
- HOWEVER
- Momo will wake up the next morning and yank you outta whoever’s grip and scent u with a smirk before pulling away
- after long talks and easing out of behaviour momo calms down
- everyone gets cuddles in
- momo still hogs u a little
- You have the MOST respectful alphas
- always checking in on you and if your okay
- they know when there being too much for u and will back off
- never come into ur nest uninvited no matter what
- they don’t even go near it when they need to talk to u opting to call or text u since a nest is a personal safe space and should smell and feel as u like it not of them because they barge in
- always have their arms around you in public
- SO IN LOVE (with u and eachother)
Heats + Ruts;
Nayeon
- likes contol
- fucks you from behind
- mostly over furniture
- the second she smells u in heat shes gonna fuck u right then and there
- slaps ur ass
- fucks you in doggy with ur hands tied and legs pinned
- loves that u trust her enough to take complete control of u
Jeongyeon
- subby baby
- your in control
- you spend heats either riding her and milking her for all she has
- or sitting on her face making a mess of it with your juices while your jerk her off
- likes when u do this and either overstimulate or edge her
- when shes in rut then she also likes it if u peg her or play with her ass.
Momo
- POSSESSIVE
- if shes in rut ur hers till she says so
- fucks u for hours
- scent marking
- bites
- scratches
- spanking
- knotting over and over again
- in your heat she is such a tease but eventually gives u what she wants.
Sana
- soft dom
- rubs her cock against ur clit for SO long
- gets it all red and leaking precum before pushing into u
- ur a whimpering mess by then
- just how she likes it
- fucks into u slow and deep
- or hard and fast
- there is no between
- thick cum but not alot of it.
Jihyo
- average in roughness
- definitely nit the roughests
- wants u to get pregnant
- purely for her lactation kink
- 🤫🤫🤫
- also cause no one thinks shes gonna actually get u pregnant and if she does she can rub it in their face
Mina
- she gets hard ALL THE TIME
- highest sex drive
- always down to fuck u
- lowkey has a thing for fucking u in public
- jerks of on lives and outside all the time
- probably subtly fucks u on live too
- cums ALOT but its not all that thick
- growling and quiet moans
Dahyun
- service top
- kinda a shy baby tbh
- lays ontop of u, face buried into ur neck as she thrusts into you softly
- kisses and nibbles at ur neck
- face hot and blushing
- less thrusting more humping tbh
- best for pre heats and after heats when u dont need rough sex
Chaeyoung
- rough and kinda needy?
- she litterally just wants to fuck u every second
- isnt too focused on breeding u or mating u
- just on the pleasure you can both feel
- low key isnt fussed about u getting pregnant or not
Tzuyu
- shy 90% of the time but when it comes to her rut or ur heat
- then she is relentless
- fucks you into the mattress for HOURS
- relatively quiet moans
- but she curses ALOT
- scents the heck outa u
- lowkey kinky af
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Broken Image
im going to pretend that this was posted yesterday soooo, happy day 11 of kinktober my lovelies!! i hope you all enjoy this!!
kim dahyun x reader
disclaimer/s : smut. i suggest going to look for fluffier or angstier content.
When you met Dahyun, you were well-aware there was an age gap between the two of you. She was 22 and you were rounding around to 26, only meeting by chance at a bar.
You found her adorably innocent, whispering to the bartender her drink order only for a much larger man to swoop in and tower over her, you assumed to be, trembling body. Immediately, you down your drink, make sure she wanted your help before you stormed towards her.
Telling the man to mind his business before making sure the young rapper was alright. Your heart skipped a beat as she smiled up at you with the most innocent smile.
The rest was history.
Your relationship with Dahyun was the softest one you'd been in since you were in highschool. No fits of jealousy and fights were scarce and far flung between. Your girlfriend was an absolute angel but you couldn't help the primal urge to taint that purity.
It didn't help that you were her first serious girlfriend and she had no idea what an innuendo meant. This left you high and dry for months, but you didn't want to hold it against her, so you never said a word. You loved her too much to let a massive strain be about sex, you thought of her more than just that.
But at the same time, when they look and dance the way Dahyun does, there's only so far you can hold yourself back from.
It had been your weekly date night, the girls were out and about, giving you two you're deserved privacy. Dinner turned into a movie, then a movie turned into Dahyun straddling your lap, lips tangled amongst one another while the movie she'd put on dulled behind you both.
Her breathe labored against your lips as her hands tangled into your hair, tugging you closer. Your own breathe hitched when you felt your girlfriend's chest press against your own. Rather boldly, and in complete need, Dahyun's hands shakily fell atop yours. Guiding you to touch her ass.
You pull away with a smirk on your lips, your girlfriend's eyes downcast and her mouth is slightly agape. Emphasizing your touch by tightening your grip on her fleshy butt. She stifles a moan, biting down on her lip. You lean forward, pressing your lips to the corner of her lips, "Is there something you want, angel?"
The rapper stares up at you, flushed cheeks only making your smirk grow wider. "I...Y/n..." You push her hair behind her shoulder, trailing your lips along her shoulder to the pulse point on her neck, sucking and licking her skin.
Another groan, louder than the last, her hand falls onto the back of your head again, forcing you closer. You kiss up to her ear, nibbling on the shell, only arousing more soft and muffled noises from Dahyun's lips. "I know what you need..." You pause, slipping your hand from her ass to the outer lip of her center, roughly taking her cunt in your awaiting hand.
Dahyun finally releases an uninhibited cry as you tutt against her ear, "My pretty little slut, sounding so fucking needy." You pull away, forcing your girlfriend to look at you, her eyes are dilated in a way you've never seen before, only furthering your joy. "Ohhhoho, my angel's not all that innocent is she?"
Your hand continues to rub against her cunt as your other hand slips past the hem of her shirt. Touching and pawing at her clothed breast gently. You lean forward, catching her lips between your own as your hands get move in tandem for her pleasure. You're surprised to feel just how wet she was from outside her shorts, you smirk against her lips before pulling away.
"You've really wanted this, haven't you? Little slut..." Dahyun shakes her head. "Oh? Then should we see how wet you are under these?" Your hand readjusts itself, finding itself on the hem of her shorts.
"Y-Y/n wait, we should at least head into the room! I don't want unnies to— Aaaaaahhhh! Oh my Goddd!" Dahyun screams as your hand slips past her pants, rubbing her raw center. Your eyes don't leave her lust ridden face in amazement.
The innocent features you had come to know are tainted in the pleasure that covers her features. She bites her lip as her hips continue to rut against your waiting hand. You move lower to leave your mark on her pale skin only making your girlfriend's cries become more desperate, more depraved.
You pull your hand away from her needy center only making Dahyun whine and try to force your hand back to where she needed you most. Again, you roll your eyes before landing a light slap on her bottom, catching her by surprise.
You place your hand behind her head, forcing your lips onto hers. Dahyun, moans against your lips desperately, her arms wrapping tightly around your neck as she grinds down on your hips. Working hard for her release. You growl softly before taking her waist in your hands, throwing her on her back onto the couch.
She is shocked but her eyes are hooded as your hands tug her shorts down and toss her soiled bottoms behind you. "Look just how wet you are from a bit of teasing, Dahyun." You lean down, leaving a sloppy and wet kiss on her knee, trailing up to her center.
Writhing around and a sense of embarrassment filling her chest as you pressed your nose onto her engorged clit. Inhaling the musky scent of her juices, it makes you smile wickedly. "I never thought my precious angel would break the image..."
Dahyun looks down at you with an intense sense of want. "But you have never been fucking hotter baby." You don't move as her hand caresses your cheek, the sense of innocence returning for just a moment. "Please, Y/n...Please."
Without a second thought, your tongue pushes into her dripping pussy. Dahyun's back arches and her hand clutches your hair and the arm of the couch.
It wouldn't be long until Dahyun was screaming and creaming on your tongue. The image of her innocence shattered, but you wouldn't have it any other way.
a little rushed but i actually like how it turned out personally!! i won't be able to double update today due to some time contraints but i will make up the day i missed, i promise my lovelies!!
i hope you all enjoyed and i will see you all tomorrow!! i love you all vv much :>>
- r
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hello nyúl, am here to request a foreigner (spanish) reader who is in Korea for Uni and starts dating school president dahyun but a year into a relationship reader starts missing home and dahyun ends up calling readers parents to help her make all of readers hometown food or foods from there childhood and when reader gets home they are surprised by this gestured by ends up loving it of course, then you can make it even fluffier by dahyun giving YN 2 tickets back to Spain for the summer holiday as a surprise present
Hey! How are you doing? <3
You always send me good ideas and request for fics, thank you very much 🥺🩷 I know I still have some of your requests pending, and I'm slowly working on it! In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this ( ◜‿◝ )♡
There is no place like home
School president! Dahyun x Spanish exchange student! reader
tags: College AU! fluff.
notes: fem pronouns used!
For someone born and raised in Mojácar, a small city in the province of Almería, embarking on the exciting experience of studying in Korea, particularly in the vibrant and enormous Seoul, was practically a dream.
So shortly after your arrival, the immensity of said culture immersed you in an absolutely unknown world, where the main difficulty had been from the beginning the language barrier (because let's be honest, at the beginning you couldn't pronounce annyeonghaseyo correctly not even to save your life), although soon, between classes and new faces, you caught the attention of Dahyun, the class president.
And well, how could you not catch her attention? You always seemed like a lost puppy hanging around the hallways, speaking a language practically unknown to her, and for god's sake, it surprisingly made you look adorable doing it.
But again, and just as from the beginning, the language barrier presented itself as a challenge, so the interactions between you and her were mostly simple greetings and smiles. Because you couldn't speak Korean to save your life, nor could she speak Spanish. However, as the days went by, the spark overcame problems as earthly as a linguistic obstacle, through patience and friendly gestures, dissolving the difficulty of her first encounters.
Because beyond that, you and Dahyun had learned to communicate through gestures, shared laughter, and genuine expressions. The connection grew day by day, turning their friendship into something deeper and more meaningful. And of course, over time you learned one or another Korean expression or sentence, purely through the process of adapting to the environment, but it was no longer crucial. You told each other everything, without saying a word.
And as your friendship intensified, excitedly sharing your Spanish roots with Dahyun, as well as the tenderness of discovering Korean traditions together, the sum of each and every one of those experiences strengthened their connection.
Which wreaked new havoc on you.
So after some time, you felt trapped in a whirlwind of emotions. The attraction grew, and every moment with Dahyun was a rollercoaster of sensations: you felt fascinated by Dahyun's vibrant energy, her infectious joy, and the way she lit up any place with her presence; You felt anticipation for her text messages, or you got giggles and butterflies in your stomach when you looked at each other.
All of that was, according to you, the worst and at the same time the best that could happen to you. You loved being by her side, but you also feared the always possible probability of a one-sided love.
Except it wasn't a one-sided love.
Although you didn't know it yet.
Because the turning point came on a starry night, during one of the now routine night walks through Seoul, when Dahyun, with a special shine in her eyes and her heart beating strongly against her ribs, confessed her feelings for you. It was a moment full of nervousness, because the words were different, they were another language, but the sparkle in your eyes revealed those same passionate feelings and finally, love resonated clearly.
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But after a year of shared laughter, walks around the city, and mutual support, you began to experience a quiet melancholy. You were nostalgic for your home in Spain, longing for the familiar streets of Mojácar, as well as the aromas of your mamá 's cooking and the comforting meals she prepared in your childhood, remembering how she used to say that 'the cuisine of Mojácar is the best exponent of the gastronomic tradition of the Costa de Almería'.
And for Dahyun, who never took her eyes off you (because deep in her heart, she still associated you with the image of the adorable lost puppy wandering the college hallways, which was what she saw when she met you for the first time), she clearly observed the melancholy in your eyes and didn't need to ask anything about it. Sje just knew it.
And with ingenuity and determination, Dahyun decided to take action. So while she was slowly laying out a plan that she hoped would cheer you up, one day while you two were sharing a quiet walk around campus, Dahyun took your phone with a mischievous smile.
“Would you mind if I took your emergency number? You never know when we might need it,” Dahyun said, playfully.
Without even thinking and with a giggle, you gave her the phone number she had asked for. Anyway, you thought it was always good to have someone other than yourself have your emergency contact, just as a precaution. You never know, right?
And of course, what you didn't know on that occasion was that Dahyun was planning something special. That night after Uni, Dahyun discreetly left to make an international call.
"Hola, es esta la casa de reader? Uhm, soy Dahyun y, uh, su hija y yo hemos estado saliendo por un año y poco más. Llamé porque me gustaría conversar una situación con ustedes" Dahyun explained respectfully, using the Spanish she had learned.
So, after a pleasant conversation (and less difficult than Dahyun expected, given her little knowledge of Spanish), she shared her idea with your parents. Together, they created a plan to transform your dorm room into a piece of Spain. Your parents' help was very useful for Dahyun, being able to recover numerous family recipes, details about your home, and anecdotes that only your true friends could know.
So with information in hand, Dahyun gave free rein to her efforts for the surprise. Since you and Dahyun did not coincide in all classes, since academically you had different interests, consequently you two had different class dismissal times. And that day, after the end of her classes, Dahyun had run to your dorm room while you would still be engrossed in your studies for about two more hours.
You had a kitchen in your small dorm room, but you didn't usually use it, since you had little or practically no time to cook something decent, and therefore, you tended to eat with Dahyun outside or heat up microwave dinners; so at that moment, Dahyun had your entire kitchen to herself and she was ready to get to work.
The first task that Dahyun set himself was to prepare Ajo Colorao, a typical dish in almost the entire province of Almería, including Mojácar, your hometown, and which you had stated more than once that you loved to eat. So in the kitchen, and with the ingredients scattered all over the counter, Dahyun immersed herself in the process. First she prepared Ajo Colorao, a dish that, according to your parents had explained to her during the phone call, is made up of a puree that has the consistency of a salmorejo and where cooked potatoes are combined with desalted cod, chorizo pepper, garlic, tomato and cumin, and that you particularly liked to accompany with bollo de panizo, a typical bread from Almería.
Then, the second masterpiece on her gastronomic list was Patatas in ajopollo, a dish that reminded you of Sunday lunches, characterized by family reunion and togetherness, as well as shared laughter. Dahyun remembered that your parents had told her that the trick for this recipe was to first brown the bread, almonds and garlic in a frying pan with oil at low temperature until it turned golden brown, and then mash everything in a mortar until it was obtained a a soft, but thick mixture. Soon she understood that this pasty mixture was 'ajopollo', and that it accompanied the potatoes.
The aroma that filled the kitchen while Dahyun prepared your favorite dishes evoked the homely memories of your childhood in Mojácar and while now she was cooking the papaviejos —a typical dessert from Almería, preferred by the little ones, and whose ingredients simply consisted of potatoes, milk , flour and sugar—, she reflected on the connection she had built with you since you two had been dating, more than a year ago. Dahyun had the feeling that with each ingredient that fell into the pan it not only seemed to carry with it the very essence of your hometown, but also your happiness. She had noticed how homesick you had been lately, and this surprise was intended to do just that.
Make you happy.
Because if Dahyun loved something about you dearly, it was your smile.
With that in mind, Dahyun checked the clock, taking note that it was almost time for you to return to your room after classes. And it was just in time, because a few minutes later, she heard the slight struggle while you inserted the key, and then a 'click' when removing the lock. You paused for a moment, noticing a familiar scent hanging in the air.
And then, as you opened the door, the sight of the unfolding in front of you, left you speechless. Dahyun had transformed your modest room into a corner of Mojácar in the heart of Korea.
Dahyun, with a nervous and anticipatory smile, was waiting for you standing next to the table. Her eyes shone with a mixture of excitement and anxiety, while she held an apron that revealed her as the author of this surprise feast.
"Welcome home!" Dahyun exclaimed happily when you entered. Your eyes met and the knowing glow between them conveyed the affection and dedication she had invested in this surprise.
Your heart skipped a beat when you saw the incredible surprise Dahyun had prepared for you. In turn, your face lit up with a mixture of surprise and excitement, and your eyes shone as you recognized every detail that evoked your distant home.
"Dahyun, how...?" You murmured, not finding the right words to express your gratitude.
The table was decorated with details reminiscent of Mojácar, from small flags to photos of local landscapes. Dahyun had learned a lot about your culture and wanted you to feel a piece of home in that moment.
"Do you like it?" Dahyun asked, her eyes shining with hope while pointing to the plates.
You nodded, unable to contain your excitement. You approached the table and looked at each dish in awe, and Dahyun, with her apron on, began to describe each dish excitedly, revealing how she had contacted your parents for authentic recipes and cooking tips.
The table was full of delicacies, from succulent Patatas en ajopollo to the Ajo Colorao that you remembered with nostalgia. There were even papaviejos, your favorite childhood dessert, perfectly golden and sprinkled with sugar.
And as you ate each dish, you felt your eyes filled with tears of gratitude. Every bite reminded you of home, your mother's kitchen, and the family meals you had missed so much. Dahyun, carefully observing your every reaction, was satisfied to see that her surprise was achieving the desired effect.
But just when Dahyun couldn't feel happier and prouder of her small achievement, and after finishing dinner, you got up to hug her tightly.
“I can’t believe you did all this for me,” you said, your voice filled with emotion. "You're amazing, Dahyun."
Dahyun reciprocated the hug, feeling your heartbeat. “Your happiness is mine,” Dahyun whispered. "And even though we are far from Mojácar, I want you to feel like you have a home here with me."
But the surprise didn't end there! There was more!
Because while Dahyun shared with you a handful of churros, which she had personally gone to buy at a Spanish place in the area, she handed you an envelope containing tickets back to Spain for the summer vacation.
"I want you to have the opportunity to hug your family and enjoy meals from home in person," Dahyun expressed, her eyes shining. She then came up to kiss you gently on the forehead, on the nose, on the cheeks. She practically drew a map of kisses on your face, and you let her do it.
And so, between traditional dishes and affectionate gestures, another chapter of your story with Dahyun was woven, a story that transcended borders and demonstrated that home is not always in a physical place, but in the shared heart.
Dahyun was your home.
And that being the case, there is no place like home.
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Body aching, and tears brimming your eyes. Today has been one of the worst days. All you wanted to do was collapse in bed and stay there.
Pulling your key out, you got ready to unlock the door when you heard something from inside your home. Freezing instantly, you leaned forward, placing your ear against the door. Faintly, you heard footsteps and the sound of talking.
Leaning back, you hesitated. You weren't sure what was going on. You were certain Dahyun said she was going to be working late.
Taking a deep breath, you decided to open the door. Instantly, the noise stopped as you made your way inside your home.
That's when you saw something that you hadn't expected.
It was your family.
Before you could react, they were rushing over to you and hugging you. There were many things being said all at once, but you couldn't make it out of your shock.
Finally, everything settled down, and you managed to gather your thoughts. "What's going on? I thought you guys were going to stay at home for the holidays."You asked.
Dahyun stepped forward and said, "Actually, that was my doing." She began. "I knew how sad you were because you couldn't go home because of work, so I called and arranged for them to come to you." She explained.
Once she was done, you didn't realize that you were crying. After such an awful day, you were given an amazing surprise.
Walking towards Dahyun, you pulled her into a hug. She rubbed your back as you cried in an attempt to comfort you.
"Thank you." You muttered.
"Anything for you." She replied.
The rest of the night was filled with laughter and some embarrassing childhood stories about you. You didn't mind, though; all you could think about was how perfect it was to have those you love most with you.
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Thoughts Of You: Prequel
-fluff, tiny itty bit of a suggestive thought, before reader and Dahyun started dating!! decided to make a part 2 of this only because I find gay panicking Dahyun cute
: Dahyun's mind is full of one thing and one thing only, her crush
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non-idol!college student!dahyun x fem!reader
“Okay, I think I get it now, metaphase comes before telophase, right?” You ask Dahyun who sits next to you. Dahyun, however, just stares at you. “Uhhh…Dahyun?”
You’re so cute when you stare at me like that…
You bring your hand up to her face trying to catch her attention, she jumps back in surprise. “Huh? What? I mean! Yes you’re right! Super correct!” Dahyun blurts out, placing her hand on her heart.
Okay, Dahyun calm down. Calm down, deep breathes.
The two of you were studying at your apartment, on the floor because your couch had yet to be delivered. Your roommate had gone out to spend time with their girlfriend, which meant that Dahyun was with you. The two of you were alone. Together.
“Are you sure you’re okay, Dahyun? You’ve been acting a bit off since you got here” You ask placing your hand on top of Dahyun’s rubbing your thumb against her soft skin.
Off? Of course I’m acting ‘a bit off’! I’m in front of a person sculpted by God! Ahhh! She’s touching my hand! She’s! Touching! My! Ha-
“I’m fine, today’s just been a long day that’s all” Dahyun nervously chuckles. You raise an eyebrow at her before getting off the floor and stretching your arms over your head.
Even the way you stretch is so cute!
“Let’s take a break then, I’ll get us something to drink,” You smile at her before walking over to the kitchen and bringing over two water bottles. You sit back next to her with a sigh and another stretch. Your phone goes off and you tilt your head, “who could that be?”
“Oh Dahyun, my roommate said that they won’t be coming back tonight. Apparently the rain is gonna be stronger than anticipated, there’s storm warnings going around”. You get back up and move the curtains to take a peak, the rain was coming down hard, and dark storm clouds covered up the sky. Dahyun walks over sticking her head next to yours to take a look herself, instead she finds herself staring at you instead. “It’s raining heavily, Dahyun. Do you have anything important to do tomorrow?” You turn to look at her, your faces an inch apart.
Ack! Too close! Too close!
“I umm– nooo, nothing important” Dahyun mumbles stepping back a little.
You beam as if a brilliant idea suddenly popped up in your mind, “then you should stay over! Spend the night here and leave tomorrow! Would that be alright with you, Dahyun?”
The way you say my name is just soooo ahhhh-
“I could—I mean yeah sure, I didn’t bring an umbrella with me, I’ll stay yeah…yeah” You chuckle at the response, “okie dokie! I’ll bring you a set of pajamas, and you could take a shower in my bathroom”. You place your hand on Dahyun’s shoulder before leaving to get her a set of clothes.
Her shampoo and her soap— HER SCENT!
Dahyun’s heart is doing flips right now as she dreamily lathers the shampoo on her head. She feels like she’s on cloud nine right now, her thoughts going crazy.
I wish she was here right now…I want her to touch me…lather the soap over my bod- wait- get those thoughts out of your head Dahyun! Ask the girl out first you hopeless romantic!!! Wait is that a Hello Kitty sugar scrub?!?!?!
“Huh?” Dahyun’s eyes are wide when she comes out the bathroom, and sees you setting up your bed.
“I hope you don’t mind Dahyun, my roommate doesn’t want anyone sleeping in their room and our couch still hasn’t been delivered yet… soo we could sleep on the bed together?” You were nervously playing with your fingers, your eyes trained on her feet rather than her eyes.
This is your chance Dahyun take it! Take! It!
“Yeah! No, I don’t mind” Dahyun says with a nervous smile, and the way your face lights up has her stomach doing flips, the good kind.
Soft mattress, soft pillows, soft clothes, everything feels so soft and comfy.
It’s been two hours and Dahyun still hasn’t fallen asleep, lying stiffly on her side, her back facing you. It was only about an hour after the two of you had tucked in when Dahyun had heard your quiet breathes.
Just turn around, she’s asleep, nothing bad could happen, absolutely nothing bad. right?
Dahyun prepares herself, thinking that everything will be fine, she closes her eyes and turns around. She lets out a quiet sigh ready to look at your back before opening her eyes.
Ahhhhhhh!!
Your face was barely an inch from hers, just like when the two of you were looking out the window earlier. A soft groan leaves your lips, “Dahyun…” you mumbled under your breath.
OH MAY GAWD SO CUTE I’M GONNA DIE—
“Y-yes, Y/N” Both of you inched a little closer.
“It’s cold…is it okay if we snuggle up?” An eye-closed mumble.
“I don’t mind…” And you’re even closer to her now, wrapping an arm around her as Dahyun laid her head a breath away from your neck.
“Hmm…tis feels nice”
I AM CUDDLING WITH HER I AM CUDDLING WITH HER IM CUDDLING WITH—
“Thanks for coming over for the study date Dahyun, i really appreciate it”
This… was… a…date?
“Dahyun? Dahyun? Did you fall asleep?”
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