#gaeul fanfiction
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Paradise
Male Reader x Kim Gaeul
Length: 4646 words
Tags: non-smut, story heavy drama, angsty, best friends, young love, looking for paradise
TW: to avoid spoilers, assume all trigger warning apply (I promise nothing sexual!)
Inspiration: "Paradise" by Coldplay (I love that song. Others have inspired me as well e.g. "Clocks" but this is THE one).
(A/N: Happy Anniversary to me <3 fricking 2 years since y'all had to read my first fic. Thanks for all the support! Enjoy this fic that means a lot to me. @firagaarmor, this ones for you too!)
“Can you tell me what paradise is?”
You raise your eyes over the sharp edge of your book, your mind still lost in the adventures of a young sailor, trying to make a name for himself and fighting with the deadly, dark blue sea and the temptation of strong liquor. He’s a brave man, firmly gripping the loose end of a rope to hold the sail steady while a thunderstorm makes his life seem defenseless, fragile, miniscule. The book is too tense, too captivating to stop now!
But then you continue to look past all the letters on old, yellowed paper, straight to her face. Feel her strong gaze grab you and freeze you in place with nothing but softness and innocence. Suddenly, the meaning these words had on you evaporates; the capturing story is nothing but a hallucination you experience while staring at them. You are not hallucinating now. She is here, she is real—and she is absolutely gorgeous.
“Paradise?” you sum up her question in a rather uncertain whisper, Gaeul nods nonetheless.
“Yes!” her eyes beam with thrill and she closes the gap between you and her on the couch. Usually, the two of you leave some space on the worn-out, white sofa, with you reading in one corner and Gaeul resting in the other. It’s rare for her to be this close; it makes you trip up and drop the book on your chest. “Tell me all about it.”
“Well it’s… simple, yet also very complex, you know?” You scratch the back of your head and avoid her face. Straight brown hair frames her soft features, puts a stark contrast between dark beauty and pale beauty, while every nook and cranny on it is just flawlessly carved—you’re red now.
“You need to tell me everything!” Gaeul insists.
“F-fine. Paradise is the place that we go to after we die. We of course don’t know if it’s real or not or if we have to do something or believe something to get in it. Maybe it’s guarded by angels, gods or titans! Maybe it’s just something we tell ourselves to feel better about what death might be: just nothingness. Sometimes people imagine heaven to be this overwhelmingly marvelous forest, where everything is in harmony. Sometimes they see it as a golden gate with everything perfect and beautiful behind it. Sometimes people just call some place on earth paradise.”
“Why?” Gaeul asks, her ears twitching but not really twitching. She is just excited to listen to you, probably. “Where is this place?”
“Well, uhm,” you mutter and scratch harder. Surely you’ll find an answer that will satisfy her. “I think you need to find this place yourself. Like I said, everyone thinks paradise is something different.”
Gaeul nods with the eagerness and naivety of a child. She still possesses this deeply rooted innocence, this greed for knowledge and finding new things. All these years of school could not squeeze it out of her, no belittling, no bullying, nothing can break her spirit. You adore her for it, you envy her for it.
“Paradise,” she says and returns to her original position. “Paradise, paradise.”
She smiles.
“I want to see it with you.”
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Gaeul and you are stuck to each other like glue. God put this glue on you from the very beginning. Gaeul was born seventeen days after you, in the same hospital, and grew up in the same street, in the same town as you. You’d always meet her at the playground and from wordlessly playing with her in the sand to fighting and hating her, you felt every emotion towards her every day for all those long kindergarten days.
In school, it was more or less the same. Other people were always interesting for Gaeul, but she kept them at a distance, unlike you, who she never ignored or turned down. You were a bit more difficult back then, frankly, the teasing from the other boys about her was annoying, but you got over it the day you found out she liked the same songs.
“Seventeen?” she chirped when you mentioned their debut track. “You like Seventeen?”
“Well, yes. This song sounds very… nice,” you whispered, phone in hand, eyes on the pavement.
“Do you know all their names?”
“Ha, no way! There is like so many of them.”
Gaeul grins and grabs your hand. Triumphantly, she announces: “I know all of them, all thirteen! I guess I’m smarter than you!”
“Pah, I-I was born seventeen days before you. I’m older and I’m smarter!”
“No~”
The bickering made you bond, while the fantastic songs of Seventeen drowned out all foreign criticism. You found more and more things to like and dislike about each other, which made every day spent together worth it. Be it playing games together, preparing food (let’s be honest, you mostly just tried mixing random ingredients and had her mom save it in the end) or just chilling on the couch—it never got boring.
It was about a year ago when you noticed that she had these long phases where she just did nothing. Her small body was positioned on the couch, always the same way on the same spot, and then she would look into nothingness. You wanted to tease her for it, for being a daydreamer, someone who spaces out and drools while doing it, yet you stopped.
She is so pretty.
You admired her. There was no drool, no dumb, mindless dreaminess in her eyes. She was in her own world, thinking of something so incredible, it made her beam with life. Her eyes were like orbs, set ablaze by golden light. Movies could never get her attention and admiration for this long—movies could never get your attention and admiration for this long. You were the one staring, you were the one drooling over how everything about her is just so flawless—you still do.
This was the day you noticed you liked her.
Seventeen days later came the day she asked about paradise.
That was the day she stole your heart.
…
Today is the day a cruel devil came to smash it into pieces.
Being friends with Gaeul for almost twenty years, it is only natural that her parents would inform you as soon as possible. You dropped your phone as the words left the speaker, it’s smashing on the floor goes unnoticed by you. Seconds later, you’re already on the street, on the run, straight to her parents’ house. You didn’t need to ring, her father wordlessly held the door open and pointed to her room.
She sits on her bed, her lower body tugged in a blanket, her back against the wall, her eyes… shut. You look at her mother, a mess of tears and snot; it’s not yet on her face but the moment she looks at you it, the dams break. Her knees unstable, she walks out of the room into her husband's arms.
“Gaeul, I—”
You look at her again. Her eyes are open, focused on the opposing wall, the sparkle of life, wonder, joy still strong, but it’s slowly getting drowned in this puddle of tears that glisten in them, a stain on her that you can’t bear to see. So you kneel down, reach for her hand and watch her leave whatever world she tried to escape into.
“Gaeul, I-I’m sorry,” you stammer out, your hands the ones shivering more, though you’d love to think that you’re strong and she is the one folding.
“It’s not your fault, dumbo,” she semi-laughs, semi-sighs. Then she rasps: “Nothing you can do about it.”
“I-I know… and I hate it.”
Silence. You look at her chest, slowly heaving up and down in a rhythmic cycle, gently increasing when you squeeze her hand and she looks down on it. Gaeul cracks a small smile, a smile so full of pain, every second you look at it is sending daggers to your chest.
Rage is building up inside you. Feel it creep up every limb, every toe, every finger, up to your head where you imagine the cruelest things you could do to the devil or deity who let this happen, no, who made this happen. They are a devil, and you will go down into the depths of hell to make them suffer for eternity.
How could they do this to her? What did she do? She doesn’t deserve this!
And you don’t deserve this either. What did you do, to see pain and horror like this? What did you do to hold a warm hand soon to be cold? What did you do, to see the love of your life become nothing but ash and dust, buried somewhere in the ground, forgotten in two generations, a life too short, too cruel to even call it that?
I’ll—
“Do you remember,” Gaeul suddenly asks, her voice soft and calming, like the wonderful, nostalgic wife you never had, you never will have. “The day I asked you about paradise?”
“Of course I do!” you blurt out, voice a bit hoarse. You could never forget the day you fell in love with her.
“You said that people can find paradise here on earth,” Gaeul starts. “I know I should probably go look for it myself but… can you go with me and show me paradise?”
The tears she held back in her eyes must have found their way to yours. Your vision is all blurry, your voice barely registers, but you are certain she hears you and knows what you're saying. You would never let her down, and in this moment, no feeling could be stronger.
“Of course, Gaeul. A-anything for you.”
#
You have only heard of cancer from these dramatic movies that people watch and then cry. Maybe somewhere in the news or a documentary, but then it was usually older people, not young and youthful spirits—those who don't think that a tragedy is right around the corner, waiting to rip apart their bodies, souls but first of all, their dreams.
Gaeul’s condition got worse rapidly. For the first two weeks, Gaeul’s mom would call you every other night because something seemed to be up. She was throwing up, had a high fever, the doctor was late, she didn’t respond—some of them were clearly only in the head of Gaeul’s mother who started to smoke again, the butts of cigarettes soon littering the tiled kitchen floor.
You’re not at all better though. Every time the phone rang, you ran over to her; throughout all other seconds of the day, you were frozen in place. Like a puppet, you sat on your bed, blankly staring at the wall and into nothing. Your body is perfectly fine, nothing hurts or is out of place yet everything feels agonizing in its meaninglessness.
You can’t even light up this tiny, simmering flame you always see in Gaeul’s eyes when you enter her room. It has not faded, no tears, no vomit, no painful breaths, nothing has put it out. It’s remarkable, beautiful, it’s the only thing that rids you of your agony for a moment.
When she was just a girl, Gaeul expected the world to tell her everything, to the minutest of details to the broadest of concepts. She sucked it all up like a sponge and let the mechanisms in her small, pretty head work with it for hours. Now it’s about to fly away from her reach in a cruel race where the world might only be jogging, but Gaeul legs are literally withering away under her tiny weight.
Yet you see the dreams in her eyes. She will not relent until she has—
Paradise.
Not even past the door frame, you drop the backpack to the ground. Gaeul jumps a bit and smiles at you in confusion. Your expression must be bewildering, funny, but she has no idea with what conviction your heart is finally urging your stupid brain to get going.
“Hey, what’s up? You alright?” she asks.
“Gaeul.” You reach for her hand, down on your knees to be level with the small, bedridden girl. “I’m going to look for it.”
“Hm? What do you mean?”
“I will look for it and find it! A-and then, I’m going to take you there, I promise!”
Gaeul looks at you funny, her free hand pushing away your torso in a playful gesture. A coughing fit interrupts her initial chuckle. “You’re playing around, talking weird stuff. But it’s funny.”
“No, I mean it—
“Paradise, Gaeul, I’m going to look for it—and I will find it for you.”
“Really?”
Really?
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Early in the morning, the sky is still more dark, navy blue than anything else, you stuff whatever you might need into your backpack. Long forgotten and unnecessary are those school books and pens; you’ve not lost a thought about that in weeks. Frantically, you replace them with snacks, some water bottles, a map, a book, a phone, a towel, a shovel and a pocket knife. No dehydration, no getting lost, no boredom will prevent you from undertaking a journey to—
Where to, you wonder. The compass on your phone points in directions, probably the right ones, but it’s meaningless, useless. The correct route to paradise has to come from your heart. Your heart has already embedded its needle in the magnetic field that is Gaeul, now all you need to do is feel in which direction it points.
On the calm streets of this town you walk, along pretty houses which were always the start to all of yours and Gaeul’s games and adventures. It never ended here however. The two of you were always drawn to what's beyond the tarmac, the stones, the plastic. It all changes, quickly blurs to a mix of brown and green, every color in between, on this spectrum. On the soft soil of the forest underneath your feet, mixed with crunchy leaves and crunchier twigs, your adventure continues.
You might be closer, but this is definitely not yet paradise. Beautiful, but you can find it elsewhere equally as beautiful. Without second thoughts, you march on, deeper into the woods towards the pull. Gaeul’s magnetic field has this tendency to swirl off the main road. Suddenly, you find yourself in between thick bushes and young trees that make walking through them quite challenging.
Some plants wrap themselves around you like vines trying to hold you back. Slash them with the knife, bite into an apple and don’t stop for nothing. Soon, you find parts of the forest completely unbeknownst to you. The green looks darker, sunlight is a bit sparse and more animals run through your field of view. Bird, mice, dear, they all seem to look at you and when you hush and look back, it’s—
Peaceful. A piece of heaven, of paradise?
Though this spot may fill you with wonder and calm your heart, it's not yet paradise. It's all fleeting; the animals jump at your first motion, all it takes is a single cloud blocking the sun and its soft, faint rays are gone as well. You have to move onwards, past the mushrooms and moss, the deepest you have ever been in this forest.
Thousands of steps later, the dryness in your throat and the hole in your stomach force you to take a break. In midst all the tall, blooming trees you find a patch of grass, a glade, untouched by man. A perfect resting spot for the wild life, unbothered, untouched beauty. You feel a bit out of place, but you won't deny that it's a privilege to just sit down and take a breather.
You quickly down sandwiches and the water, realizing that both are not enough to quench your hunger and thirst. The sun is barely visible from here—how long has your adventure lasted until now? At some point you need to turn around, find your way back; thank God for phones and Google Maps, otherwise you'd be lost forever.
Amongst all of nature's sounds, you suddenly hear the splattering of water, probably in a small creek nearby. You grab your things and move closer to the source. The splattering gets louder and louder, oh, what you would give for the water to be clean and drinkable.
Uneven terrain and bushes block your way, but you can see the sun bursting through small gaps in between branches. You find an angle, with less thorns and stinging nettles and cut your way through it. Feel your heart throb in excitement, even when nature tries to resist you. There is something behind this, and now you are free to—
Close your eyes, because this cannot be real.
A picture before you, beautiful drawn, everything perfectly decorated, yet it cannot explain the stunningness of the sight before you. A wide open cliff gives you a perfect view of the entire forest and the lake in its middle. To your left, the outskirts of the city, only a couple of streets with both a school and hospital in sight. To your right a miniscule waterfall, fueled by the aforementioned creek. Everything is overstimulating, yet absolutely coherent in both its vibrantness and peacefulness.
Best of all, above a small rock overhang along this cliff, a pair of butterflies seem to happily dance around each other, blissfully unaware of the steep fall below them. No, they just love each other. Both swing their colorful wings to their own rhythm, not caring if someone sees, not allowing anyone to disturb them.
You carefully step towards their overhang, take a look down and see that it might be a dangerous fall, but you don’t feel any danger in this place. It is cozy, relaxing and quiet. There is nothing to fear, not even boredom. There is unlimited adventure and excitement amongst these gigantic trees, they embrace you with their twigs and tuck you in with their leaves. You can stay here for eternity, in fact you almost want to.
But not without Gaeul.
“I think I found it,” you’ll tell her. “I think I found paradise.”
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“Gaeul is in the hospital.”
Your mothers first words when you return from your trip. The strain on your muscles, your back, your hands; they fade into the background the moment you realize what might be happening.
“What, why?”
“Her health has been… rapidly declining the last two days,” your mother says and urges you to sit down. You do not. “At some point, I could hear her scream from across the street, she… she has to be in so much pain.”
“A-and then?” You can barely stand standing around and not being by her side.
“They came like two hours ago, took her to the lake-side hospital. Her mother is—”
“I’m going there,” you say, drop your backpack and turn on your heels. Your mother sighs, deeper than ever. There is tears and misery in her eyes.
“I… don’t want you to go. You shouldn’t see this.”
“Mum, I will go. Why would you stop me? I need to be there; I can’t leave her now!”
Your mother stands up. You watch her reach for a cup of tea and drink the entire thing. Maybe it wasn’t tea. Maybe she needed some strength right now. This strong woman has never looked so vulnerable to you. She reaches for your hand.
“Okay… I’ll drive you.”
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“You came,” Gaeul whispers, her voice hoarse, her eyes puffy, her skin pale. Well, she has always been quite the pale girl, but now her skin is rivaling snow in terms of whiteness. You push away a doctor and a relative or two and reach for one of Gaeul’s fragile hands.
“Of course I did. I’m never not there.” You smile.
“There you go, saying silly things again.” Gaeul smiles.
This is where you lose yourself in her eyes, those deep brown marbles, like bitter yet sweet chocolate—fitting to the overall mood in this hospital room. While you continue to stare into Gaeul’s dreams, the people around you go through all those stages of grief in front of the doctors, their powerless deities. Denial in her fathers voice, anger in the way her mother grabs her brother, they are bargaining, well onto their way into depression.
But Gaeul is still right there. She is still breathing. She is still breathing, even after they all leave the room. You stay by her side, long after midnight and most of the time, you just listen to her breath. Weak and shallow, but enough to keep her going. Then it starts to rain.
“Did we play in the rain back then?” you ask, looking out through the window into the dark clouds and the impending torrential downpour.
“Once or twice for sure,” Gaeul responds. You feel her eyes in your neck. “We should have done it more often.”
“Yeah, but only when the rain is warm.” Caress her knuckles. Gaeul sighs.
“Then I could have seen paradise in the rain.”
Feel a rush of excitement run down your spine when you turn to her.
“Gaeul, I think I found it. I found paradise! It’s not far from here. Let’s go there tomorrow or the day after—”
“Y-you did?” Gaeul suddenly squeezes your wrist tightly. “Where is it?”
“Near the lake, secluded in the forest. It’s beautiful—I’ll show it to you.”
“C-can we go now… please?”
Your eyes widen, your breath quickens. Someone has a belt wrapped around your chest and gradually tightens it. It’s as if there is poison in the air draining your life. This can’t get to you—no, it cannot be true. All the dreadful thoughts, you push them to the side, though they sink into your heart like the pointiest of knives. In your turmoil, you forget to answer.
Gaeul props herself up and stretches her arms out.
“Take me there, please.
“I want to see it tonight.”
No matter how much your heart bleeds, you find a way to work. For your best friend, the childhood love, the—current love. You easily pick up the thin girl and she finds the strength to secure herself on your back. She is light and heartbreakingly weak. Everything falls on you now.
“I don’t know if I’m strong enough,” you hiss when you piggyback carry the girl out of the room and quietly sneak her out through the fire exit. “But I’ll try my best to be your hero, Gaeul.”
“Don’t be some hero from your book,” Gaeul whispers, her lips right on your earlobe. “Just be you, that’s cool enough already.”
The rain is worse than you expected. Thick droplets a plenty make all colors of the quite illuminated town blurr. You just know you have to run away from them, towards the forest. There the roof of leaves will protect you from getting more soaked—which is not possible. After only a hundred meters, both you and Gaeul are two human sponges, drenched in heavenly water.
“It’s warmer than I thought,” Gaeul croaks as you sprint down the final street where the trees finally start. “Let’s play in this rain.”
“S-sure,” you grunt through gritted teeth, your exhausted legs barely keeping you upright. At the first tree, you take a breather. “But let’s get to paradise first.”
“How long is it?”
“About a kilometer. Can you hold my phone?”
Gaeul grabs it, the faint light showing a messy hill with a hundred reasons to doubt that you can carry her up there. Worriedly, Gaeul clings onto you stronger than before.
“Isn’t this too steep?”
You smile and adjust Gaeul, the friend on your back and take away all of her doubts by marching onwards, into the mud. Soon your legs are all covered in the heavy mixture of dirt, leaves, twigs, a couple of bugs, some plastic—it’s almost impossible to lift your legs over the taller roots breaching through the ground.
“Sorry that you have to carry me,” Gaeul murmurs, her face sunken into your back. The wind whips above the trees, their tips shake and you get showered in pine needles. You pause for a second, then laugh.
“Look at this mess! Mother nature is really playing with us tonight.”
“I-I’m sorry, I can’t—”
You pull a couple of needles out of Gaeul’s short, muddy, messy hair. In the faint light of your phones’ lamp. She looks like a ghost with barely lit eyes. God, it hurts to see her like this… but you will never deny that she isn’t drop dead gorgeous. The flame in her eyes hasn’t faded yet either. No matter how much fucking water the clouds above you pour down, they burn and they burn into your heart.
“Gaeul,” you say with confidence and unbridled determination as you take the first step on your final surge up to paradise. “Don’t be sorry. Don’t be sad. We are almost there. Hold onto my shoulders and you’ll be fine.”
Gaeul quietly sniffles into your thoroughly wet t-shirt, only a few tears, yet each of them is like a waterfall and adds to the weight of the most water you have ever seen in your life. Not even the oceans can compare to whatever mother nature has decided to unleash onto this area. If this is what it takes to get Gaeul to heaven, you will swim through it.
Again and again, until the end of time. And then you’ll still do it.
A bush brushing over your bodies, its evil thornes piercing your skin. You don’t feel it. Your hand shelters Gaeul, before pushing away the final branches of a familiar oak tree. There it is. Your heart skips a beat. You sink to your knees.
“Hey! Hey, are you okay?” Gaeul shouts, then she looks ahead. In this exact moment, a miracle: a lightning bolt in the distance, bright and wide, hits a far away field. Everything is illuminated, the ridiculous beauty of paradise visible in the middle of the night—for your best friend to see.
“What do you think?” you ask, out of breath and smiling brightly, brighter than the lightning. Gaeul has gotten off of your back and her weak legs carry her towards the overhang. The visual is impeccable, epic on so many levels, it’s like the grand finale to the universe:
Gaeul, the love of your life, looking at her paradise. It should be impossible, but she stands there. What might her face look like right now? You don’t need to see it to know.
Suddenly, she turns back around and sinks down on the floor. You try to catch her. A second to late, all you can do is prop her back up, shake the collar of her hospital gown. Her eyes are barely open, her lips tremble. You hug her tightly, not caring about the mud below you.
“Gaeul… no!”
Lying underneath the stormy skies, the only thing holding her in this world are your arms underneath her. Gaeul stretches out her pointer towards the horizon.
“I know the sun will rise.”
Her voice is but a whisper in the downpour, quieter than even the waterfall of tears running down your face—but it’s powerful enough to pull a single, all illuminating beam of sunlight from the edge of the world. In a final, painful but infinitely freeing breath, Gaeul says it all:
“This could be… you could be… no—
“You are my paradise.”
“Gaeul, I love you!”
As if to say ‘I love you too’, she puts her cold lips on yours a final time and flies away, forever. You hold her forever, kiss her forever, love her forever while the strongest gusts of wind don’t feel like anything. Gaeul is in your arms, looking so alive with her closed eyes and peaceful smile; but it’s all not true.
You decide to fall
faster than the rain drops,
faster than the waterfall
and then meet her;
for she is your paradise.
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First fic of 2024!!! I'm happy to be squeezing out something, finally.
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You’re definitely not getting back to work for a while.
Movie scripts are hard work—words might not flow, scenarios don’t make sense, plot holes inadvertently happen, and coincidentally, all of that just happened to merge together into one massive problem ten minutes ago. You’re glad for the distraction that Gaeul provides—your girlfriend knows when to pull you out when you’re too immersed in work, too deep into writers’ block to progress anything. Right now, the distraction she serves is extremely welcome. You’re seated on your shared bed, shirt and pants discarded courtesy of Gaeul herself, boxers sporting a prominent bulge, and your girlfriend tugs her tube top off her body, arms crossed, fingers at the hem as she unwraps herself like she were a gift. She carelessly discards her top to the side, and you feast your eyes on your now-topless love, her cute, petite breasts exposed for you. You can’t help but palm your bulge, groaning at the relief it provides, and Gaeul reaches over to tug at the waistband of your boxers, a soft giggle escaping her lips at how needy you looked.
“This is a good distraction, isn’t it?”
“Fuck… yeah.”
When Gaeul tugs your boxers off, she gives your cock a few soft strokes, which leads you to softly groan and hiss in pleasure. She silences you with a short kiss, then she pulls away to finish undressing. You keep your eyes locked on her, staring with lust as she pushes her shorts off her, inch after inch of skin slowly being revealed at first, then all at once when the garment falls to the floor. Gaeul’s pussy glistens with her slick, and you can’t wait to get a taste of her. However, you’re mildly confused when she wheels over her huge mirror.
“What’re you…?”
“Oh, um…” Gaeul gives a shy grin, “Remember when we watched that porn clip together?”
You know the exact one—Gaeul had showed you a video of an amateur couple having sex in front of a mirror a week ago, and both of you had ended up getting off to it together. She’d mentioned that she’d like to try, and you were more than happy to agree.
“You wanna try it now?” You can’t help the grin that is plastered all over your face—that video was hot as hell, and so was Gaeul admitting she wanted to try it then.
“Mhm, I wanna watch us having sex.”
When Gaeul finishes positioning the mirror, she gets onto the bed with you, and you meet her in the middle for a kiss, your hands roaming the expanse of her body. One hand reaches to fondle her left breast, and the other kneads her cute ass, your tongue and hers swirling in a hot, openmouthed kiss. Gaeul doesn’t keep her hands free either—she reaches downwards to stroke your cock once more, her other hand wrapped around you for stability. Both of you moan into the kiss, vocalizing the pleasure you draw from each other’s touch.
“Fuck, Gaeul, baby, wanna fuck you already.” You softly groan your wish against Gaeul’s ear when you break the kiss, your hands latching on to your love’s hips and pulling her down closer to you. However, Gaeul has other plans.
“Not yet, babe.” Your girlfriend grabs your arm to stop you, and the suggestive, coy grin on her face promises that what she has in store might be better than your wish. “We have the entire afternoon, let���s take our time, mm?”
“What do you propose, baby?” You leave a soft peck on her lips, and Gaeul returns you one as well.
“You’ve always said I look so pretty when I cum. Show me, finger me and let me see how pretty I am when you make me cum.”
The anticipation and lust only builds as the both of you get into position. Gaeul rests comfortably between your legs, your hard cock pressed against her back, and she leans against your chest. You stare with unbridled lust as your girl begins to spread her legs. Bit by bit, she exposes herself fully to you through the mirror, and you devour the erotic image right in front of you. A blush dusts Gaeul’s cheeks as she fully opens her legs, and you look below to see her clit exposed from under the hood. Slick runs down her skin as she pants in anticipation, and you can’t help but run your hands over Gaeul’s body, down her arms, across her chest, and over her inner thighs. You pay special attention not to touch her core—you don’t want to give her what she wants just yet.
“God, fuck, you’re looking so fucking hot for me, Gaeul, baby.” You plant soft kisses on your girlfriend’s shoulders up to her neck on both sides, before nibbling her earlobe.
“I feel so fucking hot.” Gaeul can’t help but release shaky breaths and moans as you fondle her. “Please touch my pussy, babe?”
“Mm, okay.” You smirk, and you draw your hands closer to her core. You make use of your middle and ring fingers to spread the slick beneath your fingers across her skin—you collect what drips from her sex, careful not to touch her pussy, and you rub it around her nether lips. Gaeul softly groans as frustration builds, and you whisper in her ear, “Patience, baby.”
“Babe, please.” Gaeul attempts to shift her hips to catch your fingers, but you use your free hand to press her hips back down onto the bed. You can’t help but smile at the whine she releases, and you tease her even more as you draw your free hand up to her chest, ghosting over a taut nipple, then circling over her areola as you whisper in her ear, “Look, baby, look at how pretty you are all needy for me.”
Gaeul moans out loud when she looks into the mirror. She looks absolutely wanton—her body all exposed for you as you tease her even more by kneading her breasts. You can’t help but pull her in for a hot kiss, one which you keep brief. You reach below with your free hand, and when both of your hands reach her nether lips, you begin to spread them open. You put Gaeul’s pussy fully on display in the mirror, your cock twitching against her back as you stare at her wet hole, clenching and leaking, her slick staining the bed sheets beneath her.
“Open your eyes wide, baby. Look at how sexy you are, all spread out for me.”
“Mmgh, fuck, I…” Gaeul bites her lip, a crimson hue spreading across her face. “Babe, I’m shy… I look so naughty~.”
“Yes you do, baby.” You sporadically leave kisses on Gaeul’s cheeks, chin, and neck. “You’re my naughty girl who wants to watch herself have sex with me.”
“I hate you.” An embarrassed whine leaves Gaeul’s lips at your filthy words. “But I… I’m feeling so sexy right now.”
“Good.” You kiss Gaeul on the back of her neck. “You’re my sexy girl, my best girl. I love you.”
“I love you t—mmgh!” Gaeul’s reciprocation of love is interrupted by the one thing she’s wanted all along—your fingers on her clit. You leave her no chance to finish her reply as you slide two fingers over her erect nub, and you rub circles over it as your girl writhes under your touch, moaning out loudly and wantonly as pleasure courses through her veins. A few rubs of her clit sends more slick rushing out of her pussy, and you watch as the stains on the sheets beneath her grow in size. Gaeul can’t resist herself any more—she begins to knead her breasts herself with both of her hands, her eyes glossed over with pleasure as she helps you stimulate her even more. However, you’re not satisfied yet—you give Gaeul two more rubs of her clit before you reach below with your right hand, your middle and ring fingers easily penetrating her slick, wet, warm cunt.
“Oh, my God, fuck~!” Gaeul doesn’t expect the surprise, and you don’t give her a chance to process it—you thrust your fingers into her cunt, thoroughly coating your digits in her slick. Your love can’t hold her moans back—with every upstroke of your fingers deep into her hole, she whines, gasps, groans, whimpers. Each sound she makes only fuels your lust further.
“Fuck, you look so pretty, baby.” You admire the reflection of Gaeul in the mirror—the girl squirms under your touch as she actively thrusts her hips against your fingers. Gaeul is just as eager for pleasure as you are to please her, and you’re nothing short of pleased as well watching your typically composed and shy girlfriend drop her walls, blatantly putting her inner sexual desires on display for you. You grab one of her hands, still kneading her chest, and you pull it down to her clit. “Touch yourself for me.”
Your lust for Gaeul only burns brighter when she follows your word, and you take the only outlet that you can to express it—you push your girlfriend’s chin up, and she meets you in the middle for hot, openmouthed kisses. At the same time, you curl your fingers inside her, seeking the spot that drives her insane. Gaeul’s slick drips all over your hand—your fingers and palm are drenched in her arousal, and you swear she’s never been so wet before. The girl can’t resist moaning with every curl of your fingers inside her, and when she breaks the kiss to cry out in pleasure, you know you’ve got her where she wants it.
“Fuck, that’s right, baby, moan for me. Look at how naughty you are, wanting to watch yourself have sex, watching yourself getting fingered like that. Look at you, all needy, masturbating for me to watch. You’re such a naughty girl, Gaeul, my naughty girl.”
Your dirty talk only adds on to the haze of pleasure that Gaeul enjoys. In between “I’m so naughty”, “Fuck”, and “Please”, wordless moans and the occasional “Babe” make it through, but you interrupt her stream of words with kisses too. The intimacy you share with her only adds to her pleasure, and when you feel her pussy begin to tighten, more slick flowing from her hole along your fingers, you begin to speed up your thrusts in her. Gaeul rubs her clit in time with your fingers, and you pull her close to you with a hand over hers on her chest.
“Baby, fuck, I… mmgh, I’m close, I’m so close, I’m so—” Before she can finish, you whisper right in her ear, “Let it all go for me.”
It takes you two thrusts to take Gaeul to her peak. Your girlfriend gasps, and with a loud moan, her back arches, then she convulses in your embrace. You can’t help but loudly swear when a strong jet of clear liquid gushes out of Gaeul’s cunt, and you pull your fingers out to furiously rub her clit. Her cries of pleasure increase in volume and frequency as more and more jets of her cum splatter all over the mirror and the floor. Both you and Gaeul keep your eyes locked on the distorted reflection in the mirror—the sight of your girlfriend squirting as she orgasms drives you insane. Gaeul can’t stop squirting either—she drenches her feet in the air as she shakes and shudders with each gush of girl cum, every jet of her juices hissing audibly as she continues wetting the sheets, mirror, and floor with her juices. She doesn’t stop moaning throughout—in fact, she gets louder and louder the harder she cums. It takes what feels like an eternity before she calms down, her orgasm finally subsiding, and she deflates into your embrace, her eyes glossed over in a deep haze of pleasure. You pull her tight into a hug—you need to process what just happened too.
“Babe, I squirted…” Gaeul’s exhausted voice draws you out of your trance. “I… I’ve never done that before.”
“Fuck, I know, you were so hot. You must’ve been so horny.” You hug Gaeul even tighter. “I love you, baby.”
“I love you too.” Your girlfriend pants in exhaustion, her body limp after such an amazing orgasm. “And you’re right—I do look fucking pretty when I cum.”
Gaeul rests comfortably in your arms, and you embrace her tightly. Through all of your lust, you’re patient enough to wait, even though you want to have sex with your love already. The intimacy between you and her is something you will never get enough of, and you take the time to leave kisses across Gaeul’s shoulders, neck, and back while she catches her breath. However, you catch some movement in the mirror—Gaeul is rubbing her clit again, her fingers teasing her opening once more, shaky breaths punctuating every pleasurable move.
“Babe,” Your love sighs in pleasure, before her lips rise into a slight grin. “I’m ready again.”
You watch as your girlfriend pushes herself off the bed, out of your embrace. She turns around to press you back onto the mattress, her free hand pulling a pillow for you to rest your head on. You bite your lip and stare in unadulterated lust at Gaeul as she straddles you, and she leans in to kiss you softly. Her hand reaches between your bodies, and she wraps it around your cock to give it a few strokes.
“It’s my turn to please you.”
You can’t help but groan when Gaeul’s kisses begin to travel—your girlfriend is amazing at using her mouth during foreplay, and over that, she’s the best at making you want her, need her. Down your neck she leaves a trail of kisses before her tongue swipes over the trail she left, her hot breath right against your ear when she opts to leverage her soft, sultry voice against you.
“Fuck, baby, so hard, and it’s all because of me.” You can’t help but whimper at how sexy Gaeul sounds. “I love it. I love you.”
“Shit,” you groan, “I love you too.”
Gaeul smiles against your skin at your reply, and she kisses her way down your body. You watch with need as she teases your nipples with her tongue, and she even giggles at your whimpers—she hasn’t stopped stroking you. Her fingers spread your pre-cum all across your length, and more dribbles from your tip as she stimulates your perineum with her fingers.
“Fuck, baby, oh my God…” You can’t help but swear at the pleasure of Gaeul’s touch, and she raises her head to meet your eyes, the mischief and satisfaction in her gaze making you groan. Your love strokes your shaft slower as she kisses down your chest and tummy, and when she reaches your cock, she replaces her hand with her lips, planting kisses all over your slick cock.
“Mm, you always taste so good.” Gaeul licks your pre-cum off her lips when she kisses you right on your tip. You can’t help but buck your hips when she uses her tongue on you—she pulls your foreskin back and licks all over your tip, paying special attention to your slit. “I love using my mouth on you.”
The moan that escapes your throat when Gaeul takes you into her mouth might be louder than normal, but you don’t care. You love it when she blows you—her hot, wet mouth pleasures you so well, and her skill with her tongue is unmatched. Right now though, you can’t help but stare at the mirror, stare at Gaeul with her head between your legs, her ass up in the air, putting herself on display for you to ogle. She has two fingers inside herself, masturbating again, and you’re mesmerized. You’re mesmerized by the way Gaeul clenches around her fingers, how her ass tightens and loosens, how much of her slick drips down her fingers and wrist to the bed below. Gaeul’s soft moans only add to your pleasure as well—she’s got herself on a steady pace, bobbing her head on your shaft as she services both herself and you.
“Shit, Gaeul, fuck, you’re so fucking hot, oh, fuck…” You place a hand on your girlfriend’s head as you rest on one arm, eyes darting between the visual treats in front of you. Gaeul has her other hand fondling your balls now, adding more pleasure into the mix, before she swaps places with her hand. Now, she jerks you off as she takes your balls in her mouth, her tongue tenderly gliding across your sensitive skin. She’s rewarded with more pre-cum that dribbles from the tip, which she spreads thoroughly over your already-wet shaft.
“Fuck, baby, I… I’m getting close.” You can feel the familiar pressure below your tummy—the desire to erupt, to release just under the surface. Your cock twitches under Gaeul’s touch, and she slows down on jerking you off. She rises from between your legs, and she leans in to kiss you right at the corner of your lips.
“Can you hold it for me, baby?” Gaeul pants in pleasure ever so often. “I don’t want you to waste it like that.”
Your girlfriend leans in, her voice right at your ears again.
“Not when you should be cumming raw inside me.”
“Oh, fuck…” Your cock twitches hard at Gaeul’s words, and another dribble of white pre-cum runs down your length. Your girlfriend admires how needy you look, and she leans in for a kiss on your lips this time, one which turns into a quick makeout with tongues swirling. Gaeul moans into the kiss, and when both of you break it up, a string of saliva hangs briefly between your tongues before breaking and dripping below.
“Babe, I feel so good right now.” Gaeul is moaning right in front of you, her hand between her legs plunging deep into herself. You grab onto Gaeul’s hips as she continues masturbating, and you take your chance to admire your girlfriend pleasuring herself up close in front of you. “I feel so hot, so fucking sexy, showing you how I touch myself in the mirror and in front of you like this…”
Gaeul raises her free hand to support herself on your shoulder, and you keep her steady with your hands on her hips. She gives you a mesmerizing smile, before she whispers, “Watch me cum.”
The next few moments feel like a fever dream, but it’s all very real—Gaeul gets herself off right in front of you. You swear the mirror’s taken off every bit of shame and restraint off her, and you’re more than happy to have a front row view of it. Your eyes rake over Gaeul’s body, but you end up staring at her face, at her expressions. Gaeul bites her lip as the pleasure builds between her, and she doesn’t bother hiding how good she feels—she moans your name out loud, she tells you to keep your eyes on her, and finally, you get to hear the words you’ve so wanted to hear.
“Fuck, baby, fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!”
A short “Oh, fuck!” precedes Gaeul’s orgasm. The next moment, your love’s nails dig into your shoulder, and her hips buck in your hands as her release hits her. A huge gush of squirt sprays all over your abdomen, your cock, and your thighs. You don’t bother holding back the swears that leave your lips, and neither do you stop staring at your girlfriend, as well as the reflection of her in the mirror. Spray after spray of girl cum wets your body and sheets as Gaeul shudders, her eyes rolling back in pleasure with each jet of her squirt that she drenches you in. With each warm spray of cum on your cock, you feel the familiar urge build in you again, and you try your hardest to stave it off, just as she requested. However, you’re not able to hold it off completely—three spurts of hot semen spray onto your tummy as your cock pulses, mixing with her cum on your body. The involuntary mini-orgasm has you groaning—clearly, Gaeul isn’t the only one visibly affected with this new experience.
When Gaeul’s orgasm comes to an end, she leans in to give you a short peck on the lips. However, she notices your cumstained cock and skin, and she giggles.
“Heh, I thought I told you to hold it, baby.”
“I’m sorry, babe.” You kiss her on the lips again, then give her a wink. “You’re too hot.”
Gaeul’s reply is to smirk. You bite your lip when she turns around on top of you, making it a point to push her ass towards you, softly swaying her hips to keep your attention on her.
“Now, hold it just a little while longer, okay?” Gaeul’s soft voice has you reluctantly tearing your eyes away from her ass. “I want the rest of that all in me, and I’m going to ride it out of you, baby.”
The groan that leaves your lips at her words only gets louder when you feel her sink down on your cock. Your hands instinctively shift to Gaeul’s waist to guide her down on your shaft. Inch by inch, her warm, wet walls envelop your hard cock until she has you hilted in her. Not even a second goes by before she’s lifting her hips already, pulling herself halfway off your shaft before sinking back down. Once, twice, and on the third time she does that, you meet her in the middle with your own thrusts to form a rhythm. Both you and Gaeul don’t bother holding back any moans of pleasure—the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh as well as vocalizations of pleasure merge to form an erotic score that basically is music to your ears. The visuals only add to the experience: not only do you enjoy Gaeul’s moans of sexual relief, you get the best of both worlds in watching her not only fuck herself on your cock right in front of you, but you also get to see it in the mirror. You’re not the only one who’s watching though—Gaeul admires herself as well. She arranges her messy hair and preens in the mirror, partially for herself, and partially for you.
“You look so fucking pretty like that, babe.” You subconsciously begin to thrust harder. “I love you so much, and I love fucking you so much too.”
“I love you too, baby, mm~!” Gaeul’s whines of pleasure break her sentence up, and you’re grinning at the pretty sounds she makes. “You’re right, I… I do look pretty fucking myself on your cock like that!”
“Mm, that’s right, you’re my pretty babe, my lovely girl.” You shift your hands up and Gaeul leans back, using her feet and arms to support herself as she continues to fuck herself on your shaft. Your hands reach up to tease her nipples, and the groan that Gaeul releases has you grinning even more. You sneak a peek in the mirror, and Gaeul has a hand on her clit now, rubbing herself to add to the pleasure. With this new angle, you find yourself hitting her G-spot over and over, and Gaeul only gets louder, wetter, tighter with each stroke of your cock rubbing against her walls. The sensitivity from her previous two orgasms is the catalyst that brings her close to her third, and you’re getting close to orgasm once more as you twitch deep inside her.
“Babe…” Gaeul’s soft term of endearment is all you need to know what she wants. You start to ramp up your thrusts, and so does she. Both of you drive each other closer and closer to orgasm—she drenches your cock with more of her juices, and you’re leaking copious amounts of precum in her as well. Every thrust pushes both of you towards the precipice, and—
“Gaeul, babe, fuck!” Your cry of pleasure heralds your orgasm. Immediately, your cock twitches and you’re firing stream after stream of thick hot cum into Gaeul. Almost immediately, Gaeul shudders under your touch as her hips buck, her pleasure bursting out of her in streams once more. Once again, your love makes a mess of you and the sheets, just as you make your own mess deep within her walls, just as she wants it. You level thrust after thrust deep into your love, hell bent on fucking your cum deeper into her, hell bent on keeping both your pleasure as well as hers, going for as long as possible. Eventually, both of you come back down from your respective highs. Gaeul collapses next to you in exhaustion, a sweaty but ultimately satisfied mess. She snuggles close to you. “Cuddle?”
“Sure.” You wrap an arm around her. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” She wraps her arms around you, and both of you bask in the intimacy and each other’s company. You smile as you plant kisses on the crown of her head.
“You were so sexy being all confident like that.”
“Really?” Gaeul grins. “We should do this again. It was hot.”
“You’re right. We should. Thank you for the distraction and the experience, baby.”
“You’re welcome!”
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There was a lot to look at.
Her hair, for one thing - that wavy, light blue tussle atop her head that struck just the perfect balance between perfectly styled and I just rolled out of bed like this; the adorable striped top that showed off just enough of her cute little tummy; the knee-length black socks that leant her otherwise casual outfit a touch of class and put-togetherness.
It was the skirt, though, mostly.
It was barely a skirt - more like a tube top for her butt and hips, truth be told. Tight and gold and so ridiculously short, it was no doubt what captured most, if not all, of your attention, to say nothing of the attention of most male passersby.
She watches your eyes give her a head-to-toe scan, and doesn’t miss the way they settle on her hips and the short length of gold fabric wrapped around them. The corners of her lips curl up into a sly little smile - the kind of smile that appears on the lips of someone watching their plans come into fruition.
“Come on now,” she says, casually, as she nears the bench you were sitting on. She didn’t even bother with a greeting, didn’t even bother with giving you more than a cursory glance. “The movie’s starting soon.”
She saunters right past you, making her way towards the theater’s front entrance without breaking her stride. You would’ve been content to sit there all day and watch the sway of those hips and the wiggle of that butt as she walked away, to say nothing of the delicious sight her creamy thighs made with each step. That skirt was so short, so ludicrously short, that the bottom of her butt cheeks were almost visible - and you found yourself quickly wondering what she was wearing underneath it, if anything at all.
You might’ve stayed rooted to that bench watching your girlfriend walk away from you for the rest of the evening had nothing forced you to move - and so you’re thankful when she turns around and waves towards herself with a come hither movement, palm down, the same way an owner would summon a pet.
And just like the obedient little mutt her skirt had transformed you into, you get up off the bench and follow her.
You beat her to the theater doors, reaching them just in time to swing one open for her. She smiles sweetly at you, that perfect round face and the adorable features atop them reminding you that for all of her seductive, sly charm, Kim Gaeul could also be ridiculously cute.
As she walks through the open door she gives you a quick peck on the cheek before bringing her lips to your ears.
“To answer your question, no, I’m not wearing underwear.”
Gaeul enters the theater. It takes a few moments for you to gather yourself before you manage to join her.
---
It was admittedly a little difficult to focus on the movie.
Something about blue aliens fighting against human colonists, or something along those lines. It was pretty to look at, but hard to focus on given the other visual temptations that lurked just beyond the edges of the movie screen.
Gaeul’s legs, in full view thanks to the length of her skirt, made for quite the distraction in your peripheral vision. And she knew it too, judging by the way she was constantly squirming in her seat, slipping one leg atop the other slowly, casually running her fingertips up and down her exposed thighs, putting on as much of a show for you as the computer generated blue aliens on the screen.
At one point she leans close to you, wrapping her arm around yours as she dips her hand into the comically large tub of popcorn on your lap.
You turn your head to look at her, momentarily surprised to find that her eyes were already on yours. There is a cute, warm smile on her lips - although there is a hint of mischievousness lurking in the corners of her mouth and in her half-lidded eyes. This was all a game to her, one that she’d signed you both up for the second she picked that damned skirt out of her closet.
Her tongue slips out between her lips, wet and slick and long. She places the kernel on the tip of it, draws it into her mouth, and chews on it slowly. Her lips curl into that smile again.
She brings her lips to your ear. When she speaks it is softly, almost a whisper. Not nearly loud enough for any of the crowd around you hear, but more than loud enough for you to hang on every syllable.
“You know what I can’t stop thinking about? The way you ate me out last week. Your tongue on my clit. Your fingers inside me. I hope I tasted good when I came on your mouth. Fuck, I came so hard. I was so wet! I loved feeling you slurp it all up.”
Her mouth leaves your ear, and she gives you one last look - sexy and sultry, and it’s there for only a second. She turns her head towards the movie screen, where the blue aliens are discovering the power of love or something. Her face changes completely, as though a seductive, sensuous curtain were being drawn away from her face to reveal a mature, composed young woman beneath.
“This movie is so pretty,” she says, as she reaches into the popcorn tub and pops another overpriced, artificially buttered kernel into her mouth.
---
An hour had passed since the movie had ended, and had someone put a gun to your head and demanded a synopsis of it you supposed you’d be a dead man. How could anyone focus on anything other than the filth their girlfriend was whispering into their ear?
Gaeul had thankfully decided not to tease you any further - something you were thankful for given the potential awkwardness of having to hide an erection in a public space. She’d returned to her composed, mature persona for now, it seemed, and you were happy to let her.
“I think I’ll have the spaghetti,” you state as you browse the menu at the Italian place you’d both found yourselves at for dinner.
“Hmm, a good choice, a good choice,” Gaeul replies. Her index finger traces a path down the menu before she taps her lip with it, her brain analyzing the list of pasta-based delights laid out in front of her.
You find a smile appear on your lips as you watch her ponder her order. While you were certainly a fan of her more seductive side, she could certainly be a plain old cutiepie when she wanted to be.
“I think I want three loads tonight,” she says, her tone flat and casual, her eyes not leaving the menu, as though she were naming potential pasta orders and not utterly wrecking her boyfriend’s composure. “One in my mouth, to start things off. The second - the main course - I definitely want in my pussy, and I want it after a good hard fucking. I want you to leave my cunt nice and creamy. The third one can wait until the morning, I guess, because you know how fucking horny I am in the morning. I suppose you can decide where that load goes. Maybe you can paint my ass with your cum, considering how much you’ve been staring at it all night.”
It’s at that moment that the waiter arrives.
“Have we had time to decide what we’ll be having today?” he asks, oblivious to the considerable damage the young woman at the table had just done to her partner’s countenance.
“Yes, we are!” Gaeul replies, bright and cheerful, smile wide, eyes beaming at the waiter. “We can start with the melon and prosciutto - I love having sweet things in my mouth to start things off.”
Her eyes find yours as the waiter jots down her order. Her tongue darts out between her lips, slides across them quickly.
“Of course. And for your main course?”
“I think I’ll have the pasta alfredo. With extra sauce, please? I want it nice and creamy.”
“A good choice. And for you, sir?”
It takes you a moment to make sense of your thoughts. You begin to order, but your words leave your voice in a high-pitched squeak. Gaeul smiles to herself, wickedly. She raises her glass of wine to her lips and takes a sip as you stumble out your order.
“The spaghetti and meatballs, please.”
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“So I was thinking three nights in Tokyo, three nights in Kyoto? Did you still want to go to Osaka?”
“Sure,” you reply after swallowing another mouthful of your spaghetti. “I’m always up for the food in Osaka. Maybe we can go back to that yakitori place we went to last time?”
“Mmm, totally!” Gaeul answers around a half-mouthful of her alfredo - something you might’ve found rude in anyone else, but definitely adorable whenever she did it, because she only did so when she was enthusiastic about your conversation. She hurriedly swallows her pasta and begins to collect her next mouthful with her fork and spoon before replying.
“Hey, you know what else I was thinking - tonight, I want you to fold me in half like you did last Saturday. I want my knees touching my shoulders while you pound me into the bed until I cum on your cock. Once I’ve cum, you can fuck me however you want until you cum in me. Maybe start thinking about how you want to take me, okay?”
“Gaeul-”
“How are the first few bites?” comes a voice, and it takes you a few moments to realize that the waiter has reappeared at the table. He is polite and cheery, as all good waiters are, but at that moment you wanted nothing else than to tell him to go far, far away.
Gaeul, mouth full of pasta, takes a moment to lick some stray sauce from her lips, those devious eyes of hers locked on yours all the while. She smiles as she takes another sip of her wine, forcing you to answer the waiter’s question.
“Delicious,” you tell the waiter, forced smile on your lips.
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“So let me guess, you’d like a full day in Akihabara and I’m going to spend it following you around and carrying your shopping bags?”
“Well, yeah,” you answer between bites of the cheesecake you were sharing. Gaeul sighs, but it is exaggerated and cute and not at all a judgment of your intense interest in Tokyo’s geeky sector, especially considering she had plenty of equally geeky activities lined up herself.
“Okay fine, but no complaining when we get to the bookstores and I dig for my manga.”
“Of course not,” you say. “Have you thought of which ones you want to go to?”
“Yup!” she says, face brightening. She reaches into her bag and pulls out her phone, unlocking it and bringing up her maps app. She places the phone between you so you can see all the little yellow stars she’d placed on the map of Tokyo. You both lean in close to the phone’s screen.
“So have you thought about how you want to cum in me?” she states, and you realize quickly how easily you’d fallen into her trap. Her eyes stay locked on her phone, her fingers dragging and pinching and zooming the map in and out, looking for all the world like an enthusiastic girlfriend showing her boyfriend all the places she wanted to visit in the Japanese capital. “I want to ride you first, but I think I want you to cum while you fuck me from behind. When you’re taking me from behind you get so fucking deep - I swear I can feel you in my stomach. And when you cum, fuck, it shoots so deep inside me.”
“Fuck, Gaeul-”
“How’s dessert?” comes a voice, and you need a moment to compose yourself before turning to face the waiter with the worst timing on the face of the planet.
“It’s wonderful,” you answer, with a forced smile on your lips. You turn to Gaeul to find her still focused on the map, but with those lips of hers curled into that same wicked smile. “But I think we’ll take the rest to go. We’ll have the bill, please.”
“Of course. I’ll be right back with a box for your cake.”
“I want to go to this bookstore in particular,” Gaeul says the second the waiter leaves, her eyes not once having left the digital map of Tokyo on the screen of her phone. She has tapped one of the yellow stars on the map to bring up details on one particular bookstore. Her tone is bright and enthusiastic. “It’s got all these old volumes that came out a few years ago that I missed…”
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For as wonderful as Gaeul’s verbal teasing was, it was darkly satisfying, if you were being honest, to have finally found a way to shut her up.
To her credit, even with her lips wrapped around the shaft of your cock and with her mouth full of you, she still found a way to tease. She did it with her eyes now, mostly, looking up at you as she cleaned your cock of semen and saliva.
She made for quite the sight - naked now and on her knees, that damned gold skirt tossed into some dark corner of your bedroom. Cum drips from a corner of her mouth and down her chin, a missed remnant of the load you’d just left in the back of her throat moments before; the rest of it was now sliding down her throat and into her stomach. The rivulet of stray semen glistens in the low light, all that remained of the first of the three loads you’d promised her.
She gives you one last, long lick from base to tip, placing a soft kiss on your very end, seemingly proud of herself for having brought you back up to full stiffness so quickly.
“Are you ready to fuck me now, daddy?” she states, voice all sexy and husky, low, almost a growl. Her hand pumps up and down on your shaft, those round, bright eyes of hers still locked on yours.
You hadn’t been a daddy kink kind of guy before Gaeul. In most ways Gaeul was mature and reserved; except for when it came to sex, when she became something and someone else entirely. There was no denying that her level-headed personality combined with her particular choice of submissive kink that made her utterly irresistible.
You answer her question the only way you knew how - the only way she deserved. She’d been teasing you all day, and now, finally - the time for sweet revenge had come.
You reach down, grabbing a handful of that tussle of blue and silver hair, pulling up, bringing her to her feet - before shoving her, none-too-gently, onto the bed next to you.
She lands on her back, her impact on the bed giving her small, round breasts the most delicious looking bounce. Even before you pounce on her she is already spreading her legs, already preparing herself for what was to come.
But you surprise her - kneeling atop the bed and reaching for her spread thighs, pushing them up and against her torso, leaving her pussy helplessly exposed. Before she can so much as yelp in surprise you are already giving her cunt a long, deep lick, lapping up her dripping juices, delighting in the strangled cry of surprise that escapes her lips and the way it turns into a sultry moan as your tongue circles her clit for a moment.
You consider eating her, devouring her pussy and making her squirm beneath your tongue - but you are impatient, itching to be truly inside her. Judging from the way she is squirming and writhing beneath you, even as you push her legs against her torso, folding her in half like she’d wanted, she was just as needy as you were.
“Fuck me please, daddy, fuck me please,” she hisses as she reaches down between your bodies, grasping your shaft and placing your tip at her dripping entrance. Such a far cry from the eloquent, well-measured teasing she’d done earlier in the day. So needy now, so wanton. She is yearning. She is aching, slave to her needs.
And so you oblige her, sliding inside her wet, hot cunt, filling her to the hilt.
She cries when you fill her - lets out a moan so loud and sultry and sexy that you know you’d never heard anything so utterly erotic in your entire life. This moment was the culmination of an entire day’s teasing and planning, and it lived up to every expectation she had of it and then some. She wants to say something the way she’s been saying things all evening, wants to articulate how completely you fill her, but the words don’t come, and instead all she can do is moan.
You take a moment to watch her face, that perfect face, round and cute, with her flushed cheeks and shut eyes and mouth slightly ajar as she moans her pleasure into the night - and you watch, with no small amount of satisfaction, as it twists into something wicked when you start to fuck her.
You fuck her hard, and fast, and deep - hammering her into the bed, nailing her defenseless pussy with a pace that you would have thought was rough and callous were it not for the fact you knew this was exactly how she wanted it. With her legs folded against her chest and pinned there with your hands beneath her knees all she can do is hang on, grasp your upper arms with her hands as you take your liberties with her body, fucking her as hard as you can, as deeply as she can take it.
The bed protests, the mattress objects - but you hear none of it. You hear only the sharp sighs of pleasure that leave Gaeul’s lips, and the wet slap slap slap of your crotch as it hammers her cunt again and again and again, your cock drilling her, pounding her, making her yours.
“Oh fuck!” she finally manages to say. “Oh god, yes, daddy!” she manages to spit, shortly before she devolves again, all mental faculty stolen from her by the cock pumping in and out of her tight little body. She surrenders herself, gives up any thought she had for forming any further coherent sentences, letting the wordless drawl of moans that leave her mouth and the tightening of her pulsating cunt communicate everything she needed to you.
You took no small measure of satisfaction at having turned Kim Gaeul into a moaning, whimpering mess. You loved the girl to death, but it was satisfying to have finally shut her up.
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The mirror was perfectly placed.
In its reflection you could see every bit of Gaeul perfectly as she rode your cock, back turned to you. Her head is cast back, allowing her throat to open up and let her sighs and moans reach a new peak in volume. Her arms, pulled behind her by your own hands on her wrists, thrust her chest forward, letting her soft little tits bounce hard with each thrust she makes onto your cock.
Best of all, the mirror gave you a perfect view of her spread lips of her pussy as they take your glistening shaft in and out between them.
“I’m gonna fucking cum daddy I’m gonna fucking cum daddy I’m gonna fucking cum daddy,” she hisses, unable to do much more than repeat the same five words, unable to come up with witty teases or sly double meanings the way she had all evening. And you can tell from the way she feels that she is telling nothing but the truth - her pussy is tightening and pulsating and drenching you. She repeats her erotic mantra over and over again, repeating those same five words like some lewd prayer, until mercifully, they are answered
Her entire body goes rigid when she cums, her arched spine pushing her bouncing breasts out. She quivers and trembles atop you and within her she pulsates and squeezes so tightly you think she might tear your cock off - not that you would’ve given a damn, because having Kim Gaeul cum on your cock would’ve made all the pain worthwhile.
You watch her reflection in the mirror - mouth ajar, frozen in a silent scream as her orgasm courses through her body, her moans and sighs finally cut out by sheer pleasure. Her entire body quivers and trembles violently atop you.
After a few long moments she finally falls forward, and you release your grip on her wrists so she can just barely brace herself with trembling arms atop the bed. You reach down, grasping the full cheeks of her ass, kneading and squeezing the soft, warm flesh, relishing the way it filled your palms and fingers. You spread her cheeks, and she sighs, bending forwards slightly to allow you a better view of her cock-filled pussy, fully impaled with your shaft.
Her juices lather your cock. She’s made a mess of you both. With an open palm you give her butt a spank, leaving a flushed red imprint of your palm on her butt and eliciting a sharp yelp from her throat. She’s so consumed by her post-orgasm haze, so utterly drained of energy, that she can manage nothing but a whimper as you reach down and let your thumb slide between her ass cheeks, playing softly with her asshole as you wait for her to recover.
Making her cum on your cock was another way to shut her up, it seemed.
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A part of you wishes she’d kept the skirt on.
It would’ve made a perfect handle for you to grasp as you fucked her from behind, like the impromptu reins of some wild mount. And it would have given you some satisfaction to fuck her with it on given she’d worn nothing beneath it the entire evening, even while she teased you and played with you and whispered filth into your ears.
Not that you were complaining.
At least its absence made for a clear view of her hips and butt as they bounced back and forth against your crotch, your cock pumping away between her full cheeks as you thrust again and again into her wet, slick cunt. Gaeul’s pussy post-orgasm was always amazing - she was always slick and tight, but even more so after having cum herself.
Her post-orgasm clarity had also managed to revitalize her ability to speak again; thankfully, she did less teasing and more goading, more motivating.
“Fuck, daddy, you’re so fucking deep, so deep inside me, just fuck me and use me and cum in me please!” she hisses, words tumbling from a mouth that drooled saliva and the remnants of your cum from its corners.
She was so messy, so disheveled and slick with sweat and cum and her own juices, the once carefully considered, carefully chosen words that left her mouth having long been replaced with such filth - and it was darkly satisfying, in a way, to know you’d turned the mature, composed young woman into a mewling, writhing mess. It was revenge for the relentless teasing. It was payback.
And so you take your liberties with her, hammering her from behind, pounding her needy little cunt and relishing in the way she yelped and moaned with each thrust, each hilt-deep entry and exit you made from her body. Her arms collapse, finally giving up, and so with her ass up and face down all she can do is take you, fists grasping handfuls of the sheets, mumbling and sighing and cursing into the mattress.
“Gonna fucking cum in you Gaeul,” you spit. “Daddy’s gonna fill your tight little cunt with his cum.”
“Yes!” she hisses, lifting her face from the mattress and turning her face to the side, doing her best to look over her shoulder at you. “Please daddy, please, please fill me, give me all of it, please cum inside me, please daddy fill me with cum!”
For as much as you loved having reduced Kim Gaeul into the needy little cum-starved thing she’d become, even you had your limits, and the way she begged, pleaded for your cum was what did you in.
You give her tight little body a few more thrusts before you bury yourself inside her, filling her with thick, long spurts of warm semen. She moans and sighs and whimpers with each rope that fills her, the long string of profanity and filth that had been spilling from her mouth up until that point suddenly cut out by the warm, wet stickiness that you’d filled her with.
She collapses onto the bed again, face down, as you finish filling her.
You weren’t sure how long you spent there, frozen, buried hilt-deep inside Gaeul. The orgasm seemed to last forever, seemed to have rendered the concept of time meaningless. But when you come to, when your senses finally begin to slowly return, all you are aware of is the tight slickness of her body still wrapped around your cock. She’s wetter now, messier, creamier, the way she’d wanted to end up.
You begin to thrust in and out of her messy cunt. You look down and find your semen already appearing at her filled entrance, gathering at the base of your cock. You feel her juices and yours drip from your slick bodies and onto the sheets.
“Fuck your cum into me, daddy,” she says. “Fuck it so deep inside me, daddy please.”
You do just that, thrusting in and out of her body, slowly, softly, each thrust pushing your cum deeper and deeper inside the young woman’s helpless cunt. She turns her face into the mattress, groaning and sighing into the white cotton sheets. The only sounds that leave Gaeul’s mouth are soft whimpers and cries. You barely hear them over the muffling of the sheets and the slick, wet sounds of your cock sliding in and out of her creamy, cum-filled, well-fucked pussy.
Another way to shut her up.
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When it’s over, and when you are both cuddling beneath the sheets and preparing for sleep, that’s when Gaeul finally rediscovers the ability to speak.
“God, that was amazing,” she says, head against your shoulder and arm draped over your chest. You bring her closer with the arm you’d wrapped around her. Itt seemed the calm, mature girlfriend that she was 95% of the time had reappeared.
“It was,” you agree. “Felt pretty good to finally get back at you for all the teasing.”
Gaeul smiles against your chest.
“For now,” she says. “You did promise me a load in the morning, remember?”
“I did,” you say with a smile.
Gaeul raises her head from your chest, giving you a soft, sultry smile before bringing her mouth to your ear.
“Make sure you leave the third load in my pussy, too. I want to make sure I can make you a real daddy. I want to make sure you leave a baby in my tummy. I want to make sure you breed me, daddy.”
Without a further word, Gaeul returns her head to your chest, nuzzling her face against your skin until she finds a comfortable position. After a couple of minutes, she drifts off to sleep, leaving you lying there, speechless.
She shut you up, in the end.
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Author’s Note: Every writer has those moments when a single pic suddenly motivates you to write an entire piece, and for me, this was one of those moments. I’m not even a particularly big IVE fan - all I know is that I saw Gaeul in that gold skirt and knew I had to write her, so here I am.
…I guess I’m an IVE fan now. Gaeul bias, of course. Obviously.
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Arranged Marriage (Gaeul)
"Hey did you know that Sang-Hyuk got married?" One of his friends told Y/n.
"Really?" Y/n asked in surprise.
"Yeah! I heard he had a really naughty first night with his bride! You should get married soon too! Haven't your parents arrange you a blind date yet?" His friend asked.
"Well, mine is tomorrow... Hopefully I am able to choose a woman that I like... Hearing you guys talking about the juicy details of the sex with your women and all. I wonder if it will be the same experience for me as well." Y/n wondered.
"Well, I'm sure it will be good. You want to know a tip? Choose someone who looks fierce, and then you will tame her after marriage. Those who are fierce and hot women tends to be really naughty and sexy. Once you tame them... I promise you they will satisfy you!" His friend whispered to him.
That night, Y/n laid in bed, wondering what kind of women will there be in the blind date. He just hope that he gets someone who can be a soul mate for him and not just someone who is supposed to satisfy his sexual needs.
The next day, he woke up and dressed up neatly. Assisted by his servant, a middle aged woman who practically raised him up as his nanny.
"Do you think that I will like one of the girls that will be coming here? I need to choose one who will be my wife..." Y/n asked for advice.
"Young master, I'm sure you will like one of them at the very least. Your family is well-off and this helps you have a lot of choices for a wife. Even then, you can always have a second wife and everything." His servant said, helping to make sure his attire is neat and he is handsome.
"But I..." Y/n was about to say when his father called him.
"Y/n! Come out. The girls are here." His father called.
Y/n walked out of his room where he sees 8 girls standing and waiting for him to see each of them, whether he liked any of them.
Y/n sees all of them and was particularly mesmerised by this one girl. She was pretty and had a decent figure for his taste.
He couldn't keep his eyes off her, she could sense his attention but was trying to avoid eye contact.
Y/n sat down and his father had every girl introducing themselves to him. He couldn't be bothered by any of the other girls, all he wanted to know is that girl's name....
When it's time for the girl to introduce herself, she said with a gentle tone, "My name is Kim Gaeul. My age is 20 this year." Then she continued about her speciality which seem to be just being able to clean up the house.
Gaeul might not have as much skill specialties as the other girls who seem to be able to cook, sew and everything else.
Y/n whispered to his parents, "I want that girl, Gaeul."
"Are you sure?" His parents asked.
He nodded with certainty.
And his parents decided to choose Gaeul as their son's wife, Gaeul was nervous and surprised as she got chosen while her mother who was waiting for the results was particularly happy.
However, Y/n was the happiest.
That day after the wedding ceremony which happened later that week, Y/n and Gaeul moved to a new small mansion, a gift for their wedding and for them to start a new marriage life and family.
That same night, Y/n was excited to have his first ever sexual experience, with a girl that he so much liked since the first sight.
He entered the room where he sees Gaeul sitting on the bed and waiting for him. She was looking down and very shy.
As he sat beside her and attempts to take off the veil. He sees her beautiful face, and smiled.
Gaeul's were biting her lips and her mouth was shivering. "It's ok. I won't hurt you." Y/n said, trying to comfort her as he slowly tried to undress her.
Gaeul looked up to him and asked. "Will you have other women as your secondary wives in the future?" She asked, worried.
"Why? Y/n replied, asking as he continued to gently undress her.
Just then, he had undressed her dress down to her shoulders. And he see bruises on her shoulders.
"Your shoulders... there are bruises! What happened?" He asked, shocked and worried.
"Nothing. I fell down and got bruises." Gaeul answered in denial.
Y/n was shocked and check her wrists and legs. It was also full of bruises. "What's this!?!?" Y/n demanded to know.
"Please. Don't send me back to my family. She will not be happy!" Gaeul pleaded, crying.
"That 'she'. Is it your mother?" Y/n questioned her.
"She's not my mother..." Gaeul said, before continuing to explain her family situation.
She was a girl who was born to her father's second wife. However when she was a teenager, her mother died and the first wife has been abusing her ever since, longing to make her get married and be gone from the family.
Gaeul burst into tears, inconsolable. Y/n then helped to dress her back and hugged her tightly, patting her back.
"Sshhh. It's okay. I promise you that I will treat you well. Is that why you asked me if I have other woman as my secondary wives?" Y/n said as he was hugging her and trying to calm her down.
"Y-Yes.... So will you?" Gaeul asked, looking at him while tears still flowing down her cheeks.
Y/n smiled at her, "Then tell me that you want me to be yours only and that I'm not allowed to have other women."
Gaeul hesitated but said exactly what she was told to say.
Then Y/n held her hands softy and pulled her closer, looking at her in the eyes and said. "Since my wife have said it. Then I shall obey her command. You will be my only woman." Kissing her hands, making Gaeul smile.
Y/n then pushed her down to the bed softly and smirked. "Is it time? For us to consummate our marriage." Making Gaeul blush and extremely shy.
"I'm not sure I'm ready..." Gaeul confessed.
Y/n leaned closer to her. "But my dear wife... I'm ready for this..."
"But..." Gaeul hesitated and was starting to feel scared.
Y/n sighed in defeat. "I won't force you. Let's just sleep." He said as he got up and changed into a comfortable sleeping pyjamas.
Gaeul too got up, took her clothes and was preparing to change. When she noticed Y/n staring at her back, "Are you going to watch me change?" She asked shyly.
"Do you not want me to watch? You are my wife, I want to admire your naked body." Y/n said, making her bite her lips.
Gaeul then took off her clothes, letting a man for the first time see her naked. Y/n took a look and was mesmerised.
Damn, he wanted to just take her right there and there, fucking Gaeul and claiming her as his. But he controlled himself, he promised to treat her well.
After changing, Gaeul laid down on the bed beside Y/n and was getting ready to sleep. "May I hug you while sleeping?" Y/n asked.
Gaeul nodded, making Y/n smile and allowing him to wrap his arms around her waist as they slept for the night.
The next morning, Gaeul woke up and felt something poking her on the butt. She turn around to see Y/n sleeping, still having his arms wrapped around Gaeul and close to her.
She looks down to his pants having a bulge and the bulge poking her.
'Is this what they call a penis?' Gaeul wondered, as she slowly got closer and pulled down his pants, exposing his cock and morning wood.
'Wow...' She thought, before trying to touch and feel it. Then Y/n woke up and see what's going on.
"Damn... an angel in my bed." Y/n said sleepily, complimenting her.
"What are you doing to my cock hmm?" Y/n asked, his voice still sleepy.
"No... I just wanted to see... cause it was poking me earlier...." Gaeul said timidly.
"Do you want to touch it?" Y/n asked, smiling gently and looking at her.
"Can I?" Gaeul asked, turning toward him.
"Do you know what's a handjob?" Y/n asked, thinking if a girl who looks as innocent as her knows something like that.
Gaeul blushed, and nodded. "I heard about it from the other girls who have been married. They do it often for their husbands..." she said slowly, telling to Y/n about what she have heard.
"Do you mind doing it for me?" Y/n asked her, hoping she would do it.
"Sure..." Gaeul then slowly wrapped her fingers around Y/n's morning wood and slowly stroke it up and down.
Y/n closed his eyes and enjoyed the current situation. As Gaeul continued doing it and started doing it faster, Y/n can't help but moaned.
"Yes! That's it! Continue!" Y/n said, wanting more.
Gaeul then continued doing it with fast strokes before Y/n soon shouted, "Yes! I'm about to cum!"
Gaeul was then surprised as Y/n's penis spurted cum on to the bed sheet and messing the bed.
Y/n let out a satisfied sigh and looked at Gaeul who looked back at him worriedly.
"I'm sorry! I wanted to put your... your penis into my mouth so that you will cum in my mouth and not mess the bed but-" Gaeul wanted to explain but was hushed by Y/n.
"It's okay... that was very very nice, Gaeul. Thank you for this. I know you are not ready to consummate our marriage." Y/n calmed her down.
"As for the bed, I will arrange for servants to come and clean this up. Don't worry about this." Y/n smiled at her, not blaming her.
They both then got up and washed up, showering. Y/n then go back to his old home and asked for some servants to come over, clean up and cook breakfast.
His ex-nanny came over with some food and some servants who helped to clean up the place.
His servant, helped to take out the good and plate the table for Y/n and his wife.
Gaeul pick up a bowl of rice and tried to pick up some good but accidentally dropped the bowl of rice.
*CLANG* The sound of the bowl crashing to the floor could be heard around the house.
Y/n quickly put his hand out to calm a shocked Gaeul but she suddenly put her hands up in self defense stance and cried out. "I'm sorry!!!" She said, almost bursting in tears.
Y/n was surprised by this and slowly put her hands down. "Gaeul... it's okay... I won't hit you. No one will hit you. Don't worry." Y/n said, trying to calm her down.
"Young master, I will clean this up and please wait in the living room while I do so." His servant said.
"Gaeul. Come with me." Y/n said, helping her up and going to the living room.
"Did you thought I'm going to hit you?" Y/n asked her with a gentle soft tone, not wanting to scare her.
Gaeul nodded with tears. Y/n looked at her, feeling sad for her.
Y/n pulled her close for a tight hug. "It's okay... you are now here. No one will hit you again." Y/n said as he patted her back, then kissing her on the forehead.
Gaeul could feel his body heat during the hug, it was warm and comfortable. And when he kissed her, she could feel his love and affection for her.
"Young master and lady, please come and enjoy your breakfast." The servant called for them.
"Let's go and eat breakfast okay? No more crying." Y/n said, looking at her teasingly. Gaeul wiped her tears and smiled weakly, nodding.
They finished their breakfast without any further trouble and then suddenly his parents came to visit them.
"My son! How is it to be married?" His mother asked.
"It's fine. Gaeul is a lovely woman." Y/n said, smiling and holding her hands.
"I'm expecting a grandchild by next year!" His father joked.
"Anyway, I'm thinking that I should send some young girl servants. First, they can help to take care of the house, allowing me and your mother to not worry. And second, a young man like is now in this era where he has a lot of... 'energy' so..." His father suggested.
Y/n looked over to Gaeul, who was worried and held his hands tight.
"Dad, I'm fine with my old nanny as my servant taking care of the house. It's only me and Gaeul here. We don't need much servants here too. And... Gaeul is enough for me..." Y/n said, making Gaeul put out a small smile.
"Well, if you say so. How was last night by the way?" His father excitedly asked, earning a pinch from his wife.
After a scolding, his father then called for the old nanny. "Ga-Young!" To which the servant replied. Then Y/n's father commanded.
"From today onwards, you will come to Y/n's house everyday and take care of the house. Cooking meals for him and his wife while tidying up the place. Is that fine?" He said with a stern voice.
"Yes. Old Master." To which Y/n was happy to still have his old servant with him.
After his parents left and Y/n was alone in the room with Gaeul.
Y/n laid down and looked at Gaeul, who was daydreaming as they both had sat at the bed for awhile and not saying anything.
Gaeul then woke up from her daydreaming and sees Y/n smiling and looking at her. Gaeul wanted to speak but then Y/n suddenly sit up and pinned her to the wall.
"My dear wife... you are making me crazy. You know that?" Y/n said, his eyes looking at her intensely.
Gaeul nervously tried to look down and avoid eye contact but Y/n pulled her chin forward and made her look back at him.
"There's nothing more than I would be willing to do right now than making love to you. Making sweet love to you." Y/n said, repeating his last sentence and appealing to her.
Gaeul then said, "But... we haven't got to know each other much..."
"How bout... let's take off our clothes and we can get to know each other more..." Y/n whispered to her ears as he leaned closer, his hot breath felt by her.
Just then, his servant called from the living room. "Young master! Your parents in-laws are here!" Y/n groaned in annoyance.
They both greeted Gaeul's parents who were waiting for them at the living room.
"Hello! Y/n, my son-in-law! I hope my daughter was up to expectations." Her father said.
Y/n smiled politely and answered, "Don't worry, sir. Gaeul is a beautiful woman, I really like her."
Then her step-mom asked for a private conversation with Gaeul and they went into a room to talk.
Her father then changed face and confided in Y/n, "Y/n, Gaeul has had it tough back in her family. I hope you treat her well, in place of me."
Y/n then assured him. "Don't worry, sir. I promise to treat her well and make her happy and smile everyday."
Y/n then talked with his father in law and about his future plans with Gaeul. Then as he was about to leave, Y/n went to call his mother-in-law and hear her scolding Gaeul, wanting her to send back some money every month to help pay for her half-sisters.
Just as she was about to hit Gaeul, Y/n barged into the room and shouted at her. "Stop that!"
Making both Gaeul and her step mom shock, "Gaeul is my woman! My wife! Get out of my house!" Y/n shouted, not willing to tolerate anyone to humiliate his wife.
The stepmom angrily walked out of the house followed by her husband.
Gaeul look at Y/n and it felt nice to have someone to protect her. "Y/n. Thank you for protecting me." She said while hugging Y/n.
Y/n calmed down and smiled at the sight of her beautiful face. "Will you reward me then?" Y/n said jokingly.
To which, Gaeul closed the door and gently pushed Y/n down to the bed, surprising Y/n.
She then slowly undressed and exposing her naked body to him. Coming closer to Y/n, she walked shyly, "How is this for a reward?"
"Yes! Definitely. I love this reward." Y/n said as he put his hands softly on her butt and pulled her close to him. He then slowly caressed her body and kissed it.
She felt pleasure as Y/n gently kissing and sucking on her body softly.
As he held her breasts and put his face into her cleavage, she moans and pushed his head gently into her.
Soon after, Y/n pinned her down to the bed. "Are you ready for what am I about to do to you?" He asked.
Gaeul then confessed, "At first... I was worried that you might not be faithful to me and you were not reliable. But now... knowing that you will protect me and is a reliable man. I'm willing to give myself to you."
Y/n took off his clothes and they both slowly started kissing each other, initiating foreplay. Y/n eating Gaeul out before she returned the favour, sucking his member.
Soon, Y/n starts sticking his cock inside Gaeul and thrusted inside her, filling her slowly. Gaeul moaned as her husband's cock entered her, "Are you okay?" Y/n asked worried.
"Just... just continue. It feels good but overwhelming." Gaeul said, explaining herself.
Soon, Y/n starts fucking her fast, thrusting his dick inside Gaeul quickly and hard. Gaeul moans loudly and her legs wrapped around him, her moans encouraging Y/n.
Soon enough, Y/n cummed inside Gaeul and he laid down beside, exhausted after his first ever sex.
"Damn... that was nice." Y/n said, gasping for breaths of air. Gaeul looked at him and smiled, "I enjoyed it too... I'm now your woman and you claimed me..."
"Should we continue this later tonight?" Y/n asked, smiling at her as he held his hand out and touched her body.
Gaeul could only blush and nod.
That night, as soon as they both got into the room. Y/n kissed her passionately and Gaeul wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to the table in the middle of the room.
The room was heating and she could feel the lust and love of Y/n as they both kissed. Soon, they both got naked and started fucking.
Y/n bend her over on the table and started thrusting his dick inside Gaeul's pussy quickly.
"Yes! Y/n! Continue doing it please! Fuck me harder!" Gaeul shouted as she held on to the table for support while Y/n held on to her hips and thrusted his cock inside her enthusiastically
Soon after the amazing sex session where Y/n cummed inside her, they both rested on the bed, cuddling to sleep before continuing their activities the next morning once they wake up.
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Btw I'm not glorifying arranged marriages or anything as not all arranged marriages turn out good.
This is just a story. Thank you for reading
#gaeul x reader#gaeul#kim gaeul#ive gaeul#gaeul ive#kpop fanfiction#kpop fanfic#ive#kpop smut#kpop x reader#kpop fluff
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✿ The Princess Owns You ✿
> A Kim Gaeul x Jang Wonyoung story <
Rumors are going around that IVE is going to be disbanded and when an invitation to Jang Wonyoung to debut as a soloist became public, the members start to suspect that the future of the group is uncertain. However, Wonyoung promises to stay and to do everything to keep the group alive if and only if the girl everyone thought she disliked, Kim Gaeul, accepts her dark proposal.
WARNING: BLACKMAIL AND DUBIOUS CONSENT.
In the last evening of January Liz, Rei and Gaeul were hanging out at a karaoke, Liz and Rei were having a great time, Rei took the time to show some J-pop classics from her childhood to her friends, the three of them were smiling and kind of singing on beat, however even with the disco illumination of the room the eyebags below Gaeul’s eyes were still noticeable. The song ended, Liz jumped to pick the next song, but Rei tried to intervene and pick something she wanted, Gaeul lowered her head trying to ignore the playful fighting of the other two.
"Ok what if just this once, we pick one of our songs?" Said Rei pointing at the screen.
"Ugh, ok but which one?" Replied Liz rolling her eyes
"What about Love Dive?"
"Oh! yes it's been a while since we don't do that one just for fun," Liz replied, then she looked at Gaeul "Also I remember that unnie loves to sing Wony’s parts."
Gaeul almost screamed, "No." The joyful expression of the girls disappeared.
"Unnie, are you ok?" Asked Rei, Gaeul squeezed her eyes and used her hands to avoid being seen almost crying.
"Excuse me, I'll meet you outside." Gaeul left the room.
Gaeul stepped on the street, some people were passing by but none of them recognised her. A chill air brushed her face while she was staring down at her phone’s screen ––3 missed calls from Yujin ––. The girl unlocked her cellphone and took a deep breath just before she looked up and saw on top of a building across the street, a massive billboard adorned with Jang Wonyoung’s face. She clenched her jaw but her eyelids started to quiver, finally found a release throwing her cellphone in the direction of the billboard landing just a few steps from where she was.
"Fuck you!" Gaeul screamed trying to find some relief. Tears began to pour out of her eyes, just a few seconds later Rei and Liz came out giggling from the karaoke, just to witness her friend and unnie curbed down in the sidewalk crying.
“Gaeul!” Quickly Rei helped the crying girl to stand up and comforted her with a hug.
"What's happening?" Asked Liz while Rei was using her hands to brush Gaeul’s hair back into shape.
"No-nothing," she said, still stuttering from the crying.
"Oh unnie, your mobile." Liz went to retrieve the device, she lifted from the floor a cellphone with a smashed screen, unresponsive to her attempts to make it turn back on. Liz hummed confused, then looked up and saw the same billboard that made her unnie rage out, it was from a pretty famous makeup brand, but Liz understood what was happening just by looking at the model. The girl looked back at her group mates, only Rei stared back at her.
"Um, Gaeul unnie," whispered Rei, trying to sound as soft as possible.
"Do not tell this to Yujin," said Gaeul, separating herself from her bandmate.
"Come on unnie it's important–."
Gaeul interrupted, "Please, I’ll explain it to her, later, but she was trying to call me, she must be worried."
"Yes she was, but she called me just a bit ago, it’s all ok, but we have to come back to the dorm," Interjected Liz.
"Why? it’s not even that late" Asked Gaeul with a hopeful glint in her eyes.
"Well—.” Liz hesitated to continue“—You-know-who, is finally coming back."
"Oh, it’s her," Gaeul replied with a dry tone "Call our chauffeur or something," said while plucking her broken cell phone from Liz’s hands, she continued "Oh right, they don’t have those for us anymore," before walking a couple of steps away from her group mates.
Rei reached for Gaeul’s shoulders from behind and softly said, “Unnie we can wait a little bit here, there is no need to rush.”
Gaeul joined one of her hand’s with Rei’s, and said, “If Yujin needs us to come back, we must come back”.
Rei tried to protest, “But you–.” However she was interrupted by her unnie.
“I’m fine!” Gaeul then looked for her other bandmate, “Liz?”
"Right, I’ll call a taxi," said Liz. The trip back to the dorm went pretty silent.
— — —
When they arrived at their dorm, there was no one waiting for them, they removed their shoes and then they noticed sounds coming from inside Wonyoung’s room. Gaeul stared terrified, was Wonyoung already waiting for them?
“Oh sorry, hello everyone! I was hoping you would take a bit longer," said Yujin happily, coming out of the room with an empty plastic bag and wipes. Gaeul, being the shortest, fell back so she could hide behind her group mates,“I was just making sure her room was squeaky clean." The trio saluted her back.
“Yujin unnie, is she really coming back today?” Asked Rei looking at the time on her cellphone.
“Yes Wonyoung is on her way here, so we need to—," said Yujin getting close to the trio, “—what happened?” Asked in a serious tone when she noticed Gaeul’s eyebags and red eyes.
“Sorry I- I fell yeah," murmured Gaeul lowering her head. “Excuse me," she said, leaving the rest of the cliche and going inside her shared room. Yujin stared down at Liz, who simply shook her head.
Gaeul entered the room and found Leeseo putting some makeup on their shared secretter, the youngest member of the group was listening to some music, oblivious to the oldest, who decided to gain her attention by quickly poking Leeseo’s shoulders. The girl flinched scared.
“Sorry!” Said Gaeul, almost laughing.
"Unnie! Hello! How was the karaoke?” Replied Leeseo, taking out one of her airpods but still looking at the mirror, barely glancing at the other one.
“Not as good as I hoped for, hey are you preparing to welcome Wonyoung?” Asked Gaeul while taking off her jacket.
“Yes! I’m so excited, as her favorite group member I have to look the prettiest!” Said Leeseo, almost dancing to her own words.
“That’s nice of you." Gaeul came closer to the side of her younger bandmate and said, “Hey, does it bother you if I hug you for a bit?"
“Not at all! Come here unnie." Leeseo moved towards Gaeul, finally noticing her face, “Oh, unnie?” The oldest slided her arms under Leeseo’s, and hid her face inside the soft embrace. "Unnie is everything ok?'' said Lesseo, just before Gaeul started to sob, quietly.
“I don’t want her to come back."
Leeseo started to look around the room, confused about what to do now “I'm sorry," quietly said in her unnie’s ear, she then raised her voice carefully to not shout too close to her friend, “Yujin unnie, please come in!” An affirmative response was barely audible from outside the room.
“Is she—” Questioned Yujin just entering the room, but she stopped at the sight of her unnie looking back at her not only crying but also angry, still embracing the youngest member of the group.
“What do you want now?!” Screamed Gaeul back at her. Yujin just nodded in silence, then exited the room for a moment, just to come back with a cup filled with water. When she came close to the oldest girl, she made a gesture so Leeseo moved back. When Gaeul looked up, she was met by a splash of cold water, leaving her dripping wet. “What the heck!” Gaeul shouted.
“Les, could you leave us here alone for a moment? I really need to talk with our unnie." After hearing Yujin, Leeseo complied, took her makeup palette, and left the room. Once the girl left, Gaeul gained back her composure and looked back at Yujin, brushing to the sides her soaking wet hair.
“There is nothing to talk about, you all can easily welcome the princess without me,” said Gaeul.
“No. I can’t let you do that. We are a group, remember?” Said Yujin.
“What are you talking about? We are barely a group anymore, it’s been weeks since the company has called us to do anything about IVE," reproaches Gaeul, pointing at the group leader, “Besides, you know that she and I. We always hated each other."
“You don’t know that!” Said Yujin, followed by a frustrated sigh“I guess you have seen the rumors that are going around," continued, she then took a sit on the bed of Gaeul and asked, “Please sit," She complied while Yujin kept explaining, "Unnie, you once told me that you would do anything and everything for this group to work."
“Yes, I danced, I sang, I rapped, I took care of Leeseo. I did everything that was asked of me. I know I had always been far from the best but—," Gaeul got interrupted by Yujin who grabbed her face by the chin.
Yujin pleaded looking into her unnie’s eyes,“Please Gaeul, just. One last time."
Gaeul moved away from Yujin and complained,“I don’t understand why it is so important that I welcome Wonyoung."
“It’s not only that, today when she told me on the phone that she was coming back, she asked for you, and—."
“Shut up, that can’t be true," interrupted Gaeul in a raised voice.
Yujin wrapped Gaeul with one of her arms and explained,“Listen to me unnie, she asked for you to cook something for tonight, she loves that Steak Au Chocolat that you made for her birthday."
“She didn’t say that when I gave it to her," murmured the oldest, then looked Yujin back in the eyes to ask,“If I say hi, fake a smile and cook her meal would you all stop bothering me?”
“Yes."
— — —
Gaeul dried her hair and tried her best to cover the eyebags, they could have looked better but time was running out so she decided to prioritize the cooking. Unfortunately Steak Au Chocolat is a dish that takes quite a while to get done. She picked that recipe from the interweb just some months ago, when she was still comfortable with unconsciously obsessing with Wonyoung to the point to search for a meal with the girl’s two favorite things, chocolate and beef. And then making it over and over until all the other members were sick of chocolate but she was confident that the dish at least was ‘good enough for Wonyoung’.
Sadly during Wonyoung’s last birthday, just like every other time she came back from a long time working outside the dorm, she was pretty tired, so she barely ate that magnificent Steak Au Chocolat and went straight to her room to sleep. That memory was clouding Gaeul’s mind, making it difficult for her to even concentrate, obsessing that it would happen all over again, then all of the sudden she felt a sharp pain. The girl confused tried to pull herself back from the images of that last August, just finally looking down at the cutting board. A tiny canal of blood was oozing from her index finger, she had slipped while cutting shallots.
While the rest of the dorm was moving pretty fast, 4 girls scrambling around trying to get ready, Gaeul quietly contemplated her wound. She played with it for a moment, relishing the pain, until she managed to move on to find a bandage to envelop her finger. Once her wound was covered she watched the kitchen full of skillets and pots, a lot was already done, but the meal was really far from being ready.
The girl took a deep breath, and muttered to herself, “Come on Kim Gaeul, just one last thing, and you will not have to put up with her— her pretty face ever again," she covered her face with her hands “I won’t see her pretty face ever again,” she stomped her way back to the kitchen and started chopping shallots again, a single teardrop, unnoticed by her, runned down her face, leaving marks on her fresh makeup.
While the rest of the girls were still getting ready, Rei came to help Gaeul, making sure she finished the dish on time, until she noticed "Unnie, you have been crying again.”
“No I haven’t!” Gaeul covered her face just to make sure. Rei took a napkin and got close to her, gently cleaning the marks the tears left on her makeup, she then softly whispered “Thank you.”
Both girl’s faces were just a couple of inches from each other, Rei said,“Please don’t forget about me, no matter what happens today, you can always count on me.” Right before Gaeul could mutter any word, the doorbell rang, both girls flinched and they separated, with nothing else said, Rei approached the door, the short girl gained focus once again, just to realize that the now chopped down beef was still raw.
— — —
Jang Wonyoung entered the dorm, looking flawless but at the same time, just a little bit casual, “Heyo everyone! I missed you!” Yujin helped Wonyoung with her logging while she was one by one hugging and greeting each of the members of the group.
“How was your trip Wony unnie?” Leeseo asked.
“Pretty nice! I ate some peanuts on the plane, but I'm a bit tired," said Wonyoung, and for a moment looked over the heads of her bandmates, “Girls, where is Gaeul unnie?” The tall girl stepped inside the dorm’s living, and heard the sizzling of beef. She watched Gaeul finish the beef for the dish, and made a big smile.
“She is preparing what you asked for," said Yujin, and then conducted Wonyoung to the kitchen bar.
“Smells really lovely!” exclaimed Wonyoung sitting on the bar.
Gaeul hadn't looked at Wonyoung or greeted her yet, until she rotated towards the bar, placed the perfectly cooked beef on top and then poured the chocolate salsa. Finally with the help of a pair of thongs she prepared a portion. Once the plate was done, she almost threw it towards Wonyoung accompanied with a pair of chopsticks, “I hope you are hungry” said the girl in a hostile tone, barely audible from the ruckus the plate was making against the tabletop.
She was preoccupied with preparing other portions when Wonyoung quietly said “Hi unnie, won’t you hug me?” The short girl stalled for a moment but finally placed the thongs down and came close to her taller bandmate.
“Of course, sorry I forgot." While Gaeul was beginning to wrap her arms behind the taller girl, Wonyoung was already pressing her body against her, forming a tight embrace.
“Thank you," whispered Wonyoung into Gaeul’s ear.
“No, thank you."
Yujin tried to avoid looking towards her friends hugging, meanwhile Liz came close to her and quietly asked “Hey it’s ok if we just go to our rooms to eat?”
“It’s ok, I need to talk only with Wonyoung anyway” Whispered back Yujin.
Gaeul separated from Wonyoung, both girls were clearly flushed, “Sorry” said the shorter girl, “Liz, you and the girls also want beef?”
“Yes please!”
Gaeul started serving some other portions, Wonyoung took her chopsticks and finally had a bite of the Steak Au Chocolat, her face contorted in a weird smile and liberated a small pleasureful hum. The oldest finished serving beef, passed the last plate to Yujin, and grabbed hers,“I think I’m going to excuse myself too," said, trying not to glance at Wonyoung or Yujin.
“Yes, thank you unnie," answered Yujin, but before taking another bite, Wonyoung glanced at Yujin with a worried expression.
“Can’t she stay?” Pleaded Wonyoung.
Gaeul winced her eyebrows into a frustrated expression as she heard Yujin say “Sure, Gaeul unnie can you please stay with us?”
“Okay." The shorter girl sat in the stall beside Wonyoung.
“Thanks for the beef, this is so good!” Said Wonyoung while eating at a faster pace.
“Sure."
“Really this is the best meal I had in a long time!”
“Glad you liked it."
The rest of the meal went pretty silent until Wonyoung asked,“Did you girls do anything fun today?”
“I stayed here catching up with some dramas," said Yujin. Wonyoung then stared towards her unnie, waiting for an answer, until Yujin interjected, “Also Liz, Rei and Gaeul went out to a new karaoke."
“Oh! Really! How was the karaoke unnie?” said Wonyoung to her unnie.
Gaeul stalled for a bit until she answered,“It was good, I had fun until Rei wanted to sing Love Dive and—” she looked away trying to hide her face from the stare of her bandmates, “—And then they mentioned you Wonyoung, so I just ran outside but you were still there, in a billboard —" The girl’s voice started to crack while speaking”—And I saw you, and I didn't know what to do, so I threw my phone up in the air, trying to hit you." Almost unable to speak, finally muttered, “But I broke my cell phone, and for nothing."
“Why? Unnie, are you mad at me?” Asked Wonyoung, getting closer to Gaeul.
Gaeul placed her hands in the bar, tilted her head down and muttered,“I don't know, but I heard some things that really hurted me."
Wonyoung reached one of the girl’s small hands and reassured her,"Unnie, those rumors are not real." Gaeul, with tears in her eyes but a glint of hope in her pupils, stared back at Wonyoung, just before she clarified, “It’s all fake, I’m not dating anyone."
“What? No, I’m not—" Almost crying, Gaeul pulled back her hand from Wonyoung’s grasp.
Yujin grabbed one of Wonyoung's shoulders and pulled her while ordering,“Enough, Jang Won-young, we need to talk. Privately."
“O-ok," nervously replied Wonyoung. Yujin took Wonyoung inside of the latter’s room, leaving Gaeul alone at the kitchen bar.
— — —
Gaeul checked the oven’s clock and estimated that 15 minutes had passed. Then she noticed on the reflection of the surface that tears were running down her face, without even realizing that she had been crying this time she tried her best to clean her face with some napkins. She was just about to enter her shared room when she started hearing muffled screaming, coming from Wonyoung’s room. Gaeul got near the door when the door was slammed open, Wonyoung pushed Yujin out of her room.
“Get out, I don't wanna talk with you If you are going to be this rude," said Wonyoung in an unstable voice, right before shutting her door.
“What happened?” Asked Gaeul.
A defeated Yujin said, “Seems like the rumors are true, Hybe is offering her to be a soloist, even trying to help any contractual issue."
The older girl insisted, “And she said…?”
“She is still thinking about it," explained Yujin while sitting back in the kitchen.
“Thinking about it?!” Said Gaeul, raising her voice.
Yujin let out a sigh, and replied, “Listen, the company has been waiting for this to get— a resolution, before they start giving us more work, with or without her."
“And you are not going to do anything about it?”
“There is no need, I believe, no— I know that we could work out just the five of us," said Yujin.
Gaeul grabbed her leader by the collar of her shirt and said“So you are not even going to try to convince her?!”
The leader hesitated to answer but she gave up,“I-I just can't, ok?”
“What do you mean?! Are you not her best friend?!” said Gaeul, then she walked close to the entrance to Wonyoung’s room, “It's fine, doesn't matter."
Yujin standed up and closed her distance to her unnie while asking, “Wait, what are you doing?”
“You asked me to help you one last time, so I'm doing that," explained Gaeul, while grabbing the handle of Wonyoung’s room door.
Yujin just stood there, watching Gaeul enter Wonyoung’s room, uninvited.
— — —
Gaeul peeked inside Wonyoung’s room, it was the first time she ever looked inside, she took a moment to look at the sober yet cute decoration, glancing at everything except the bed that was just a few steps from her.
“Gaeul unnie? What are you doing here?” Wonyoung asked the girl, forcing her to finally take a look at Wonyoung’s bed. The taller girl had an upset expression, while laying down just beside a big Cherry plushie, however her arms were wrapped around a Dal-E plushie, the one based not on Wonyoung herself but on Gaeul.
Gaeul replied calmly “I just want to talk with you."
“Ok you can come in, but please make sure to close the door after you."
Gaeul thanked her and entered the room, while Wonyoung changed her posture into a sitting one, but still caressing her Dal-E plush. “Hey, I'm really sorry from before, I shouldn't have been so mean to you." Said the older girl, just nearing the bed of Wonyoung, who then made a gesture inviting her to sit beside her.
She took a sit at the edge of the bed, pretty close to Wonyoung, who said, “It's fine, I understand now what was happening, sorry If I misunderstood your feelings” Wonyoung hugged her Dal-E tightly and added,“But you are not longer mad at me aren't you unnie?”
“I wasn't even mad," said Gaeul, reaching out and grabbing the Cherry plushie, she continued, “I was just hoping that you would stay with us."
“Why?”
Gaeul hugged the plushie based on Wonyoung’s likeness and answered,“I heard that you may debut by yourself, pretty far from this dorm and band, but I think that we need you."
“I just wish we had more time to get closer," said Wonyoung, putting down her Dal-E.
“So are you really going to do it?”
“I’m not sure, but unnie, my life is currently a mess, I don’t have time for my family, my friends, myself, not even time for all of you, the ones I depend on the most," said Wonyoung standing up. Once she was a couple of steps away, and not facing her unnie, she continued, “I love being an idol but my life could get better if I was just alone, I would lose all of you yes. But maybe it’s a good thing, it’s not fair that we are a band and I can pick and make big decisions but the rest of the time I’m just tending to other responsibilities."
Gaeul stayed in silence for a couple of minutes. Hiding her face in the plushie, finally said, “Seems pretty cut and dry, why don’t you just say yes to them?”
“So you really want me to be gone, don't you unnie?” Quietly muttered Wonyoung.
“Maybe. I don’t think we ever liked each other that much, but I’m sure you will stay in contact with the rest of the girls. So why don’t you just leave?”
“You are confusing me because, well—," said Wonyoung, her words started to come out slowly. “I heard you say one time that you would do anything and everything to keep IVE working. is that true?”
“Yes I said that.”
Wonyoung said in a frustrated tone, “Then why are you not trying harder to convince me not to go?” Finally facing Gaeul.
“Maybe IVE doesn’t need you and—” On the verge of tears the shorter girl said, “I can’t help you reach the comfortable life you deserve. Leaving looks like the only option."
“Oh dear. But there is another option," whispered Wonyoung right before she quickly walked towards her unnie and pushed her all the way into the bed until her tall body was on top of the small Gaeul, moving the plushies away so their bodies could feel each others warmth,”You just don't want to give it to me."
“What are you doing?!” Said Gaeul, her lips quivering just by feeling Wonyoung’s breath.
“Would you still do anything—?” Asked Wonyoung, who then took both of Gaeul’s hands and pinned them down over her head, leaving the smaller girl at her mercy.“For me?”
“Any-thing," said Gaeul, almost tasting the words.
“Then I will do everything I can to keep IVE together, but I want you to take care of me. To cook for me, to listen to me, to just be there for me at any time I need you. I want you to worry about me, I—," begged Wonyoung, getting her face even closer to Gaeul’s,“I want you to be mine."
A blushing Gaeul turned her head away and protested, “Why are you playing with me like this? It’s obvious that you hate me."
Wonyoung squeezed the smaller hands and whispered to Gaeul right into her ear, “No, you are the one that hates me, but I don’t care how you feel about this. There never was another option for us, so now. Answer me!"
Gaeul stared directly into Wonyoung’s eyes and in a burst of joy said,“Y-yes, I-I’m yours, you own me now."
“Wait unnie, did you—!” Said Wonyoung, her severe expression became a wide smile. Wonyoung freed the small hands, and wrapped her arms around her unnie’s neck tightly hugging her. Before Gaeul could embrace Wonyoung too, the one on top realized in which position they were. Wonyoung rose until she was sitting on top of her hips. Aware of this the girl on top excused herself, “I'm sorry” and completely flushed, dismounted, and went back to sitting on the edge of the bed.
Gaeul looked at Wonyoung, disappointed. Then she also moved down to the edge of the bed, “Don’t you want this?” said, and joined one of her hands with Wonyoung’s hands.
“I wasn’t prepared for this, you actually said yes," said Wonyoung.
“I would have always said yes to you,” whispered the older girl, finally being honest.
“Did you–” The taller girl felt blood rushing to her head, confused, tried to find other words and kept caressing the smaller girl’s hand… "Unnie did you cut yourself?” Wonyoung grabbed Gaeul’s hand and moved it closer to her face, staring at the bandaid.
“Yes I did, it happened while I was chopping some vegetables for your beef."
“But you're the best at cooking, what happened?” Wonyoung let her unnie's hand go.
She explained, “I was overthinking— believing things would go like your last birthday. And you would simply ignore me and my efforts."
Wonyoung’s voice started to crack when she explained, “I’m sorry, on my birthday, I worked all day, when I came back, I was a mess and–”
The smaller girl placed her wounded finger on the model’s lips and calmed her saying, “Shh, I understand," The model answered by enveloping the finger with her hands and giving it a soft kiss. Then both girls got lost in each other's eyes for a moment, until finally Wonyoung threw herself at Gaeul and their mouths connected on a passionate kiss.
Wonyoung quickly pushed Gaeul back into the center of the bed, she was getting comfortable on top of her unnie, when suddenly the small hand’s of the other girl grabbed her by the hips and reversed the position, the smaller girl was now on top. She then grabbed Wonyoung’s hands and pinned them on top of her head. The tall girl, now drunk with desire, looked at the dominant girl with her eyes wide open and said, "Gaeul wait."
“Shhh, you just have to tell me when to stop," reassured Gaeul to her owner.
“But I want to hug you” asked the girl at the bottom, the smaller girl let her hands go, Wonyoung embraced Gaeul very tightly and they started to kiss again.
Gaeul never slept again without her owner, Wonyoung.
The end.
#kim gaeul#jang wonyoung#wonyoung x gaeul#gaeul x wonyoung#danjangz#wlw#wlw sfw#wlw ship#dubious consent#emotional blackmail#slow burn#angst with a happy ending#light angst#pretend relationship#haters to lovers#caretaker#originally posted on ao3#wonyoung#gaeul#ive wonyoung#ive#ive leeseo#ive yujin#ive rei#ive liz#english is not my first language#envy#sfw#fanfiction#ao3 fanfic
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Notice me (smau summary)
Wonyoung x fem!reader
Wonyoung already has a boyfriend... I guess that ruins y/n's chance with her. But all y/n wants is for her to notice her, but apparently she's the background character in Wonyoung and her boyfriends story.. for now.
(ft. Winter from aespa, beomgyu from tomorrow x together, sunghoon from Enhypen, Taehyun from tomorrow x together, huening kai from tomorrow x together, Jake from enhypen, Jungwon from enhypen, Yeji from itzy)
Status: ongoing
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Y/n's face claim (ulzzangs)
#hwang yeji#jungwon#sunghoon#lia#winter#beomgyu#gaeul#ive liz#kang taehyun#hueningkai#jake enhypen#sunoo enhypen#wonyoung#nishimura riki#kpop fanfiction#high school#wonyoung smau
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Gaeul — Midnight Love
ft. Jang Wonyoung
[male reader]
kim gaeul.
gaeul and you have lived next to each other for almost your whole lives. it all started almost 10 years ago, when she moved into the house next to yours in the neighbourhood. since then, you’ve been friends with her.
there was one thing special about gaeul’s friendship with you. every saturday, gaeul and you would hang out in a field of grass a few hundred meters away from the neighborhood. there, gaeul and you just did whatever both of you wanted to do. sometimes it was a night-time picnic while watching the sky, sometimes you would read books together, even if it was hard to read in the dark. and sometimes, gaeul and you would just talk. gaeul—being older, naturally had more life experience than you, so sometimes she would just listen to your stories and dish out advice.
gaeul had always liked the fact that you really cared for her. being that she’s not the most outgoing person, finding more friends was a challenge for her. but that didn’t matter to her, since she had you. her best friend.
…but at the same time, she absolutely despised you. she hated how you always made her feel. she didn’t like how your fingers would accidentally brush up to hers, how her shoulders would occasionally bump into yours, how you would give her flowers from your mom’s personal garden; it all made her sick to her stomach. it made her feelings for you grow stronger every passing week. at some point in time, you weren’t just her ‘little brother’ anymore. nevertheless, gaeul would always act as normal as possible around you.
— just a biker
it was a friday, just like any other. gaeul had woken up for her sleep at around 6 o’clock in the morning. she did her daily routine— which would include her screaming out her window (which was right next to yours). once you woke up, you would quickly get ready and wait for her outside her house. gaeul would take a bit longer than you to get ready for school; mostly because she’s a bit of a slow eater.
today, though, she went to your house.
“ya, why are you taking so long?!” gaeul shouted in front of your house.
“wait! hold on,” you replied hurrily. you step out of your front door, chewing on the breakfast your mom had made you.
“honey, be careful! gaeul, take care of him for me, okay?” your mom asked gaeul.
“okay!” gaeul replied. gaeul had always been close to your mom, her practically going over to your house almost everyday.
as you both were walking to school, gaeul had noticed something on your face; a small grain of rice from earlier.
“wait,” you stopped in your tracks.
“what’s up?”
she tiptoed on her feet, almost reaching your height. gaeul reacher her arm out to your face, brushing over the small grain of rice.
“there we go.” gaeul smiled.
gaeul and you continued walking. deep inside her heart-rate was skyrocketing, even though she was playing it off well.
“why is your face red?” you nonchalantly ask.
the panic in gaeul’s face was evident. “oh, uh, it’s just.. i’m a bit tired. i pulled an all-nighter.” she didn’t of course, but she’d never tell you that.
“oh! here, let me carry your bag then,” you said. “you shouldn’t pull an all-nighter too often, you know. what if you’re too tired for our saturday night?” you shrug off one strap of your bag, grabbing gaeul’s and putting the strap on your free shoulder.
gaeul’s blush was only getting stronger. “y-ya, just leave it be, i’m fine—“
she was cut off by you pulling her in for almost a hugging position. if not for your bag, your bodies would have been touching.
gaeul’s heart felt as if it was going to pop out her chest. ‘wh-what? why did he—‘
“jesus christ, are you okay? are people riding bikes really that stupid?” you scowl. the biker that had just passed by started biking faster, leaving you, with gaeul in your arms.
she bit her cheeks. it was just a crazy biker. nonetheless, she was happy you saved her. “i’m okay.” ‘i’m not,’ she thought. ‘no more skinship, please.’ she internally squealed.
you sigh. “okay. let’s go, noona.”
gaeul nods. the rest of the walk to school was filled with gaeul silently staring at you.
the school bells ring, signaling school has ended. gaeul picked up her bag, leaving her class. you, being a few years younger than her, weren’t in the same class as her. you stood in front of gaeul’s class.
“oh, wonyoung noona! hi!”
“oh, hi! you’re picking up gaeul, right? she’s packing her stuff.” wonyoung replied nonchalantly.
“oh, and also,” you turn your head around, facing her. “i’ll make some tonkatsu for you on monday. i hope you’re gonna like it.” she whispers to you. you gave her a thumbs up and a smile.
“ya! i’m done!” gaeul shouts at you from inside the classroom.
“bye!” wonyoung waves goodbye at you, and you reply with a big, happy smile.
“what’s up?” gaeul approaches you, curiously.
“wow, wonyoung noona is so cute,”
gaeul frowns at you, nudging you with her elbow. “i’m kidding! anyway, maybe tomorrow we should bring some new books! let’s read in the field, i’ll buy some new
books tomorrow morning,”
gaeul’s sour face turns into a smile. “that’d… be fun, actually!” she replied.
the following walk home was filled with you and gaeul talking about which snacks to bring for saturday.
— saturday night… love?
saturday night. 10 P.M. gaeul was getting ready just for you.
‘what should i… wear?’ she thought.
it had just dawned on her that she’s started overthinking about the little things, like the outfit she wears every saturday, or how good her hair looked, or how red her lips should be, just in case you pay even a bit of attention.
her parents have gotten used to the weekly meetups, even encourage it (gaeul once cried about not having many friends), happy that their daughter was hanging out with a friend that they trusted completely.
on the other hand, you were busy packing the books you had bought earlier in the mall. you were broke now, but that didn’t matter. it was all to spend time with her. you had bought several different books, mostly of the romance genre, since you knew it was gaeul’s favourite.
after a while gaeul had left her house, walking to yours. she entered your house with a spare key that your parents gave her. she walked up the stairs, leading her to the door of your room. she was about to begin knocking, until she heard something from the other side of the door.
“….do i like her…?”
gaeul was speechless. ‘was he talking about me…?’ she smiled.
‘but…. what if it’s not…?’
suddenly, the door opens; revealing you. gaeul’s eyes flickered, her thoughts suddenly interrupted.
“oh, noona, you’re here! are you ready? let’s go.” you began picking up a big bag, filled with new books.
“o-oh, uh.. yeah, let’s go,” gaeul was conflicted.
gaeul and you began walking to the field where so many memories were made between you two. but she was obviously distracted. something was in her
…were you talking about her?
maybe you were just talking about someone else you liked. after all, you were younger than her. what if you liked younger girls, instead of someone 2 years older? even if you liked older girls, could it be her?
for one, gaeul has never been confident in herself. she had always perceived you to be the more outspoken out of you both. who knows? maybe you do like her. but in her head, she thought it was unlikely that her annoying feelings for you would ever be reciprocated. her unwelcome thoughts were overstaying its welcome.
without realising it, gaeul and you had arrived. she was still spacing out, though. you immediately put the bag down, sitting beside it on the grass.
“tonight’s really pretty,” you mused. “c’mon, sit, noona!”
“o-oh.. yeah,” gaeul snapped out of her trance, sitting beside you. you started zipping open the bag, taking out a book.
“what’s the book we’re reading?” gaeul peered from the side of your shoulder. “she likes spring… i prefer.. winter?” she thought it was an interesting title.
“it’s about someone who has a crush on this girl. his friend is trying to set him up with her”, you explained. “it’s apparently supposed to be friends to lovers.” gaeul choked. while she wasn’t trying to set you up with anybody, she was curious about the ‘friends to lovers’ trope. she had seen similar things happening in her favorite netflix romance shows. similar to the certain scenarios gaeul had made up about you.
“ahem,” you cleared your throat, gaining gaeul’s attention once more.
you started reading the book that you had picked up. while listening to you though, she couldn’t help but once again gaze at your features. she had always thought the details of your face weren’t things that were easy to ignore.
“i can keep you warm ‘til spring comes,”
hours passed by, with you just reading the book; finally finishing it. you look to your side, seeing gaeul putting her head on your shoulder, struggling to stay awake. gaeul yawns. you hear a notification from your phone, prompting you to pick it up. it was a message.
“who’s that…?” gaeul had noticed that you were smiling like an idiot, staring at the phone. “um.. it’s.. no one.” gaeul frowned. “don’t lie to me now,” she snatched the phone from your hand, seeing the contact name ‘zzang wonyoung noona’ on the screen. her face began to turn sour. “oh.. you talk with her now?” you were a bit confused. “yeah. i do. it’s nothing serious though.” gaeul sighed. “whatever. i’m tired.”
after a bit of peaceful silence, she began to yawn again. “noona, scoot over for a bit,” you start taking out two sleeping bags, for you and her to sleep here. even if it wasn’t that far away from home, it was nice to just sleep in a bit of nature.
you laid down the sleeping bags, gaeul getting into one of them. you specifically brought the pink one, her favorite color.
“good night, noona,” you were about to drift off to sleep.
gaeul though, suddenly remembered what happened earlier in front of your door. “good night.”
minutes pass by in silence, yet gaeul couldn’t shake away the thoughts. it was eating at her inside. maybe she had misheard you?
“….still awake?” gaeul asks you, in a sort of whisper-shout. “..yeah. what’s up?”
“well..”
“what’s wrong, noona?”
“this might be a weird question, but… do you have someone you like? just… tell me. if it’s a girl.. or maybe a guy, if you swing that way.” gaeul hesitantly asks.
it took you a while to think up a response. “i think i do, actually. just.. not sure if she likes me back. you might or might not know her. what about you, noona?” as you turn your head to face her sleeping bag, you see gaeul with both of her eyes nearly closed, lips just shy of curling up to a frown. you gently move part of her hair covering her face, smiling. you go back to a laying position, getting ready to fall asleep.
“..i do.” you hear gaeul mutter in her sleep. tears were building up in her eyes. that part though, you didn’t see.
— i can’t be your midnight love.
the weekend came and went by just as fast. monday had arrived, and with it— school.
gaeul couldn’t stop thinking about the events that had happened 2 days prior. she couldn’t get her mind off of the fact that you had a crush;
‘and it probably isn’t me.’ she thought.
“gaeul noona!” you shouted in front of her house, gaining her attention. “hold on!” she replies with equally as much energy.
she lazily got out of bed and went to her bathroom, getting ready. after eating some of her mom’s cooking, she went out the door, greeted with fresh air and your smile.
“let’s go, noona!”
the following walk to the school was quiet. far from awkward, though; atleast in your opinion.
the reality was gaeul didn’t know what to say. since saturday she’s fallen even harder for you. the way you tucked her into bed, the way you read out the romance book— it was starting to drive her crazy. but in her mind knowing that you probably didn’t like her was going to drive her insane.
arriving at school, gaeul and you went your separate ways for now.
at school, gaeul tried her best to distract herself. ‘something’s gotta work,’ she thought. but the truth was her mind kept wandering back to the way your eyes glowed in the moonlight. knowing it was pointless, gaeul gave up.
“kim gaeul!”
gaeul jumped. her history teacher walked to her desk, face frowning.
“y- yes, miss?” gaeul hastily replied. “why have you been spacing off so much lately? what’s on your mind? your grades have been consistently dropping, you know.”
“i-is that true, miss..? i’m sorry.. i’ll try to do better from now on,” gaeul was incredibly embarrassed. not only was she caught spacing off, her grades had been dropping too. “i would hope so; you’re gonna need those grades, kim gaeul.” the whole class had begun staring at gaeul, making gaeul shrink into her seat. tears were threatening to fall. her cheeks started heating up and her fists unconsciously started to clench— this was her worst fear; being called out in front of people.
“y-yes… miss…”
the school bell suddenly rang, practically saving gaeul. class was dismissed; giving her room to breathe. before the teacher left, she decided to give gaeul one last stare, as if to warn her. she sighed in her seat. sweat dripping down her face, a single tear fell. she was terrified. she tried to keep herself composed, standing up from her chair. she walked to the restroom to wash her face.
coming out of the restroom, her stomach growled. needless to say, she walked to the cafeteria to get some food. after all of that, she thought she deserved it. she wanted to eat in the roof of the school, to get away from everybody for a while— you included. her thinking about you was the reason she got into this mess, afterall. she thought she could have some time for herself.
well, that was until gaeul found you in the rooftop with her classmate, jang wonyoung, feeding you her homemade food. you looked pretty happy too, smiling while wonyoung’s food entered your mouth. gaeul almost dropped her tray of food. her legs became weak. almost falling down herself. she put down her tray on the ground and began slowly back off to the stairs, making sure you and wonyoung didn’t notice her barging into the scene.
walking down the stairs, gaeul felt tears dropping down her face once more. she swiftly wiped her tears with the sleeve of her uniform. perhaps it was the fact that you, her ultimate crush, was hanging out alone with a girl gaeul barely knew that made her cry. or maybe it was the fact that you had unintentionally made her day absolute hell. and yet she knew none of it was actually your fault— you didn’t know her mind was always thinking of you, distracting her from school. you didn’t know she liked you that much that the sight of you with another girl pained her heart that much. gaeul chalked it up to all of it being her fault. the fact that she liked— no, loved you.
with her crouching on the ground, hands wrapped around her head, she decided on something; to try and stop loving you. it was beginning to get too troublesome for her. ‘it’s not right to like your own best friend anyway,’ she thought.
after school ended, gaeul rushed out of school, trying to get back home as soon as possible.
“noona!” she froze. she almost turned her head to face you, just out of habit.
but she decided she didn’t want to face you after… earlier. she ran away, not even looking back at you. you were obviously confused. she had never done that before. you two used to always go to and from school together. in your 10 years of being friends with her, she had never acted such a way before. you chalked it up to her maybe being tired. you walked back home, kicking tiny rocks down the road, feeling a bit… sad.
the next day wasn’t any better for you. when you walked to her house, gaeul’s mom told you she went to school earlier, alone. confused, you began walking to school alone again.
you texted gaeul to no response either. with how her profile picture disappeared, it seems like she had blocked your number, confusing you even further than before. you thought of what you could have done wrong, finding nothing of significance. for now.. you thought of simply giving her space.
— i hope that the right time one day arrives.
it was friday and things didn’t even begin to get better. gaeul was still ignoring you, and pretending that you didn’t exist. she even told her mom that she didn’t want to talk to you, so barging into her house was something you didn’t consider an option. you were starting to get annoyed, though. 10 years of friendship and she didn’t want to talk about what the problem was? it wasn’t like you were kids anymore. even back when you both were kids if there was a problem, you’d simply talk it out with her and make up. this, though, was a whole different beast. it was like she was doing everything in her power to push you out of her life and you had no. idea. why.
“ya! you’ve been blanking out a lot lately. are you okay?” wonyoung called out to you.
“…i don’t know. i think my best friend hates me now,” you didn’t know why you were telling her this, but you felt like you needed to tell someone.
“gaeul? from my class, right?” wonyoung gave you a small smile. “yeah. are you friends with her?”
“well… not exactly. it’s not like i don’t want to be friends with her, she just didn’t seem like the person who wanted friends, per se. anyway, what’s the deal with you and her?”
“we’ve been friends for 10 years. but then suddenly she doesn’t talk to me for a week? does that even make any sense? we used to talk to each other about problems. she’s not.. usually like this.” you sighed.
“it’s okay.. eventually you two will talk. um.. let me know if there’s maybe something i can help with!” with a small laugh, she held onto your hand with hers. “no, it’s okay noona. this is my problem.” you reassure her, grinning. “thank you, though.” she stares into your eyes with a shy smile on her face.
“anyway, i brought some food again today. you wanna try? i made jjajangmyeon for you today,” she took out a container out of her school bag, chopsticks tied on top of it with an elastic band. she opened it, taking a small portion with her chopsticks, aiming it at your mouth. she motions with her other hand, telling you to open your mouth. you oblige.
“ah- that’s really good, noona!” you ate the spoonful of jjajangmyeon with a big smile. wonyoung tried to hide her blush, looking down on the ground. “thank you, i tried a new recipe for you today,” she smiled. she picked up her fork and fed you another bite.
while she was feeding you, though, a thought popped into your mind. “but… wonyoung noona, why do you keep bringing me food and taking me to the rooftop? it’s been a while,” you asked curiously.
she took a moment to think. “umm.. i’ll tell you if.. you tell me something first.”
“okay… shoot me a question.”
“do you… have a crush?”
you blush. you thought back to the question gaeul asked almost a week ago. “well…. i do.” you squirm. “now, for my question, noona!”
“no fair! who is it?!”
“that wasn’t your question! just answer mine now.”
wonyoung began to purse her lips. she put down her chopsticks and sighs.
“listen.. i think.. i really like you. do you want to be mine?”
you choked on the food she gave you.
“oh no! are you okay?” wonyoung took out her bottle of water, and gave it to you to drink.
“ugh.. sorry.. that.. took me by surprise,” you were obviously shaken by her sudden confession, but you did your best to act it off.
after a moment to breathe, you decided it was time to reply.
“noona, can you… give me some time to think about it..?”
“of course. i thought it was… pretty sudden anyway,” she blushed once more, her heat reaching almost up to her ears.
the atmosphere, of course, began to quickly become awkward.
“n-noona, why do you like me, though..? i’m just me and, well, to be frank, you’re one of the most popular seniors in our school.”
“…well, i can’t exactly point out why i like you so much. but.. you just make me feel some type of way. when i’m with you, in this rooftop, it just feels like all of my worries go away. i just feel.. comfortable with you. you’re like.. my home. hehe.”
wonyoung takes your hand, making you take a sharp breath.
“i hope you feel the same way. if you don’t.. then i’ll just make you feel the same way. eventually.”
“..okay, noona.”
the bell rings, interrupting the intimate moment— saving your heart from even more trouble.
“let’s go back to class.” she helps you up, taking your hand into hers.
the school day ends with you saying goodbye to wonyoung in front of the gates.
while walking home, you caught a glimpse of the person that’s been avoiding you this whole week. your own bestfriend, kim gaeul. you waste no time by dashing all the way to the other side of the road.
“gaeul noona! wait!” you hold her arm, stopping any chance of her escaping your grip. she kept trying to run away. eventually, she gave up, knowing there was no point in trying to escape.
“noon-“
“i know. i know that you probably have a lot of questions. but, please... i’m not ready yet.” she holds your arm, pulling it off of hers.
you sigh. “okay, tell me when you’re ready to tell me, okay? just like when we were kids.”
“i wish we could go back to when we were kids.” she whispers.
“noona, please, tell me everything tomorrow. you know the place and time.”
gaeul just walks away, leaving you alone.
— i keep going back for more when there’s nothing from before.
saturday. 11 P.M.
you put on a hoodie and walked over to the field of grass where you and gaeul would always hang out in. on the way, you took notice of gaeul’s house. how her room’s curtains were closed, when they would usually be open. you looked at the moon, the only thing that knows everything, all 10 years of events that took place in that field of grass. it accompanied you and gaeul as you two grew into high school students.
as you arrive, you wait, in the hopes that gaeul would show up. you stare into the night sky, waiting. eventually you open your phone, checking the time. 12 P.M.
“hey,” you turn around to see the person you’ve been waiting for. “noona,”
she sits down on the grass beside you, but keeping a bit of distance. it was as if an invisible wall had suddenly appeared between you and her.
“noona… why haven’t you been talking to me this whole week? did i do something wrong?”
“no, you didn’t.”
“then why are you—“
“i don’t know.”
“please, noona. just tell me what’s wrong!” you were beginning to get angry. “just tell me why you’re so angry at m—“
“you wanna know why i’m fucking angry? i love you, okay? and you like wonyoung!”
you froze.
“noona.. i… don’t like wonyoung!”
“it didn’t seem like it when she was feeding you her homemade food in the rooftop!”
you stayed quiet.
“i knew it.”
“gaeul noona.. i don’t know what to say….”
“then don’t say anything.” you grabbed her arm.
“noona, wait… please don’t leave me…”
she turns around to face you, tears building up in her eyes, reflecting the moonlight.
“you… you like wonyoung.. don’t you..?”
“noona.. i don’t know…. she confessed to me yesterday.”
gaeul suddenly felt her legs go weak. she falls down, unable to contain her sadness. this was what she had dreaded so, so much— losing you to someone else.
“noona,” you crouched down, attempting to comfort her. you had never seen gaeul in such a state. after 10 years, you didn’t expect to see something new from her.
“please… i love you.. don’t leave me,”
“noona, i..” she begins to hold your hand, hugging you.
“i love you.”
gaeul’s eyes began to widen. she had just heard the 3 words she had wanted to hear for so long.
“but.. gaeul noona, i don’t love you like that.”
you give her a sad smile.
her heart pains hearing you finish the sentence. in the end, the 3 words she always wanted to hear is but a part of a sentence that she feared so much. she was devastated. and yet— she was relieved. she had atleast gotten an answer, even if it wasn’t one she wanted, but she did expect.
she took a deep breath. “..i know,” gaeul let go of your hand.
“i know that you like wonyoung, not me. i knew that i never had a chance. but i’m glad i atleast… got the chance to confess.” she paused for a few seconds.
“can we.. still be friends.. after this?” she was nervous.
“only if you want, noona.” you smile at her, with melancholy. “but i’m sorry that i don’t feel… the same way.”
“no, it’s okay. i understand now.” she took a while to stare at the moon, which was a full circle tonight. beautiful— exactly like you, in her mind.
“can we just… stay like this for tonight…?”
“of course, noona.” you stay with her, gaining a new understanding for your… best friend.
— close, but not your favourite.
monday comes once again, this one…
different than the rest.
but now you think you know how to respond to wonyoung’s confession.
you do love her.
last saturday, gaeul told you that she wanted a bit of space, just for her to move on. but after that, you and her will go back to normal. ‘hopefully.’ that was the word she used. it saddened you a lot— but what else could be done?
you walked to school alone, even if it felt weird. even after all that, you still missed gaeul. arriving exactly as the bell rang, you sprint to class.
recess begins, and as as the teacher starts to leave; you see the face you’ve been dreading to see the most today— jang wonyoung; as of today, the love of your life.
“ya! let’s go! i made some kimbab for you today!”
you smile. “okay, noona.”
“say aaah,” she picks up a roll, feeding you. you chew, fidgeting while at it.
“hmm.. something’s off. you’re a bit quiet today. did something happen..?” she looked a bit worried, making you flutter a bit. truth be told, this was what made you fall for her.
“..noona, can i tell you something..?”
“of course! what is it?”
“gaeul noona… confessed to me on saturday.”
she dropped her chopsticks she was holding. she looks down, thinking she had lost you to her.
“…ah..? is that so?” her face coloured with disappointment, it was obvious she was sad. but you— you’re smiling. “but, noona.. i rejected her.” she looks up in surprise, yet painted with curiousity. you held her hand, which was trembling.
“noona, the one i love is you,” you smile. “…can i be yours..?”
her face gradually beams with a big smile. she hugs you tight, tears of joy building up in her eyes.
“y- yes! of course, i… i love you!”
gaeul looks up to the sky, sitting on the ground with her back on a tree, knowing she’s the one who lost. she could hear wonyoung’s screams of joy from the ground— that’s how happy wonyoung was. she lays her head on her knees. her tears were building up in her eyes too— for a different reason. after 10 years of being your bestfriend, she had never felt so distant from you.
knowing she really did have no chance anymore, she sighs.
‘i couldn’t be your midnight love, even after all the time we spent together.’
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Today's random fic rec comes from the Favorite(band) fandom, Before the Floodlights Come On which has been orphaned.
Chapters: 1/1
Words: 1,096
Fandom: Produce 101 (TV), Favorite (K-pop), A.De
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Park Haeyoung/Park Gaeul
Characters: Park Haeyoung, Park Gaeul, Alex Christine, Yu Sua, Lim Jungmin, Lee Chaeyeon, Nakano Ikumi, Go Yujin
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Graffiti
Series: Part 5 of 30 ways to hold
Language: English
Summary: haeyoung/gaeul + in the dark
#fanfic rec#fanfiction#fanfiction recommendation#fic rec#random#random fanfiction#random recs#fanfic#ao3#ao3 fanfic#Produce 101 (TV)#Favorite (K-pop)#A.De#Park Haeyoung/Park Gaeul#Park Haeyoung#Park Gaeul#Alex Christine#Yu Sua#Lim Jungmin#Lee Chaeyeon#Nakano Ikumi#Go Yujin#Alternate Universe - High School#Graffiti
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One Year!
One year ago today, at 2:05 AM Philippine time, I made my Tumblr writing debut with Midnight Moans. It was my first ever fanfiction that I dared publish, and one of the first pieces of writing I made besides defense papers. Right now, it stands at over 400 notes, and is listed alongside 62 other fics that feature other 10 girl groups!
I was also able to meet an incredibly kind and welcoming community. I have to admit that I was scared to talk to people here in fears that I would come off as rude or unapproachable, but when I finally took the opportunity to do so, I did not regret it. This community led me to a world full of talented writers and unique fanfictions, and introduced me to K-pop girl groups I was not familiar with before.
So, even with my detoriating consistency in publishing diverse fictions, I want to say thank you. Thank you to anyone who has read, liked, reblogged, and followed! Thank you for appreciating what I write! I promise there will be much more exciting stories to look forward to.
I give a lot of thanks to the following people:
@fillinforlater, for always supporting me, submitting my first request, and for always releasing such excellent fictions (love you Smito);
@kaedewrites, for inviting my cowardly self to the Discord server, sparking my first Minjoo fic, and being a good friend in general;
@friskyriskywhisky for your fun asks and coaxing me to cheat with Gaeul (not that those rumors of my disloyalty are true);
@eunbisrabbit for being my fellow Eunbi breeder and birthday twin;
@brokennightmares01 for collaborating with me and being my favorite Chaeyeon stan...
And a lot more! I can't list every person I'm grateful for because I can't even tag more than six without the formatting messing up, so if you're a writer or reader, know that I'm incredibly grateful for your friendship and talent. I love you guys! ❤
Some stats because everyone is doing it at the end of their posts and it seems fun:
As of 1:55 PM October 4, I have 3,193 followers
Consequences is my fiction with the highest notes at 1,065, with WINTER-010101 being the second at 996 notes
My fic with the lowest notes is Parallel Universe, with 67 notes
Thank you so much! I love you guys and appreciate you! 😄
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I’m a Writing Blog and I Take Requests!
Hello world! On this blog, I’ll be going by the name Nana. This used to be a hair band blog but I’m not really into those anymore so I’m giving this blog a makeover! It’s been a while since I’ve written fanfiction so I thought this would be a great way to practice! Here are the franchises I’m currently taking requests for:
Obey Me! Shall We Date?
Ouran High School Host Club (SFW Only)
My Hero Academia
Doki Doki Literaturę Club (SFW Only)
Haikyuu!!
Kamisama Kiss
Way of the House Husband 
What We Do in the Shadows
One Piece Live Action
I’ll also be writing for Kpop! Here are the groups/artists I’ll be writing for:
ATEEZ
BTS
Tomorrow x Together
Cravity
Stray Kids
Seventeen (one unit per request, 13 members is a lot to write for at once!)
EXO
SuperM
SHINee
Wonho
KARD
Twice
Red Velvet
Mamamoo
Itzy
(G)I-DLE
Everglow
IVE (SFW only for everyone but Gaeul and Yujin)
Cherry Bullet (SFW only for May)
IU
Girls Generation
Jessica Jung
I know this isn’t a lot compared to some other blogs, but I might add more once I get more confident in my writing skills.
Please limit one piece per request, it gets kind of hard to organize my asks when things are grouped together :)
I’ll only be writing x reader pieces, no character x character or idol x idol please.
As for guidelines, the only hard rule I have is I will not write any suggestive or NSFW content for characters under 18 or idols under 20. And I will make it very obvious which posts contain NSFW content. If you are not 18, do not interact with it.
I’m not exactly sure which topics I’m comfortable or uncomfortable writing for, but I promise if you request something I will be polite about it! I might ask for further clarification or just say that I’m not sure I could do the topic justice. It’s not to be mean, I’m just figuring out my writing style!
I will try my best to include every trigger warning possible. If I miss something don’t hesitate to tell me, and I apologize if I do.
Also, everything will be written with a gender neutral reader unless requested otherwise, that way everyone can feel included. If you would like any specific pronouns with your request, just let me know! However for NSFW requests I would like to know the preferred anatomy of the reader. Smut is kind of hard to write gender neutral :/
I think that covers everything, so send in the requests world!
love, nana <3
#obey me x reader#bts fanfic#ateez imagines#twice imagines#itzy imagines#seventeen imagines#exo imagines#bts imagines#red velvet imagines#txt reactions#txt imagines#bts reactions#my hero academia#haikyuu imagines#kpop scenarios#requests are open#kpop reactions#kpop headcanons#anime headcanons#obey me imagines#obey me headcanons#wonho x reader#everglow imagines#mamamoo imagines#girl group imagines
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languages: eng | ukr | rus | jap ꒰ i’m half-ukranian, half-ingushetian, so english is not my native language and my grammar can be off sometimes, sorry. ꒱ྀི
dni: everyone who is uncomfortable with nsfw in their fyp | homophobes, racists etc. | my blog is not minor-friendly because i do repost a lot of nsfw stuff so sorry 🥹 we can still interact under sfw content, but i’d appreciate if you didn’t note or comment on my nsfw posts!
fandoms and biases: xdinary heroes ꒰ jooyeon, jun han and seungmin ꒱ྀི, enhypen ꒰ jake and jay ꒱ྀི, ive ꒰ wonyoung and gaeul ꒱ྀི, stray kids ꒰ chris and felix ꒱ྀི, newjeans ꒰ haerin and minji ꒱ྀི, fromis_9 ꒰ jiheon and hayoung ꒱ྀི, xg ꒰ harvey, maya and cocona ꒱ྀི! ex-nctzen and ex-army, so sometimes there may also be fanfics with these groups!
hope that my blog can become some kind of archive, because i’m trying to sort out everything that i reblogged by members and groups! i am also open to chat in dms if you want to be friends or moots! stay safe and love yourself!
yours, pearl.
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𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐀𝐘: IVE random icons!
#yujin icons#gaeul icons#rei icons#wonyoung icons#liz icons#leeseo icons#ive icons#ive#120x120#120x120 icons#icons 120x120#spirit icons#icons spirit#spirit fanfiction#spirit fanfics#arco-icons#with psd
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Preview of the 8th chapter of my #soeul #fanfiction The Rival: looks like #gaeul needs to be certain about her feelings there ! Brace yourself #yijung ! Fanfiction published on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/29417364/chapters/83674936 #yijungsunbae #yijung #yijeongsunbae #yijungandgaeul #chugaeul #soyijeong #gaeulandyijung #gaeulyijung #boysoverflowers #kdramacouple #boysoverflowersdrama #boysoverflower #soeulmates #soeulcouple https://www.instagram.com/p/CSwd5p7rV6t/?utm_medium=tumblr
#soeul#fanfiction#gaeul#yijung#yijungsunbae#yijeongsunbae#yijungandgaeul#chugaeul#soyijeong#gaeulandyijung#gaeulyijung#boysoverflowers#kdramacouple#boysoverflowersdrama#boysoverflower#soeulmates#soeulcouple
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you know what time it is pooks
(d is dom, s is sub. i made it shorter so i could write more)
#kpop fanfic#fanfic#kpop imagines#fanfiction#kpop gg#kpop smut#smut#kpop x you#kpop x reader#kpop girls#twice x reader#twice smut#twice mina#ive#ive smut#twice#ive gaeul#twice momo#twice sana#le sserafim#le sserafim smut#le sserafim kazuha#le sserafim yunjin#sana smut#yunjin smut#kazuha smut#mina smut#momo smut#gaeul smut#wlw smut
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IVE with a model s/o
Yujin
Proud of you, supports your fashion style and will take your fashion advice. Supports your passion and will help you along the way. Loves it when you do her nails.
Wonyoung
Another model, expect to take selfies with her every 5 minutes, loves showing you off. Will wear your clothes. Loves going to your events and cheer for you, your #1 fan.
Rei
Protective, she knows you have a lot of creepy fans, she would shoo them away while you shine. Will not let anyone ruin your mood. Whenever she walks with you she would hold your hand.
Gaeul
Tries to mimic you, always ends with a few laughs. Will not tolerate creepy fans, she's not kidding when she says she'd beat them up.
Liz
Looks up to you, youre her idol. Copies you and admires you, if a camera focuses on her and you kissing or holding hands she'd hide behind you.
Leeseo
Straight up sprints from the paparazzi, would try and drag you with her, always weary that someones watching you guys. Nonetheless supports your career.
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- Welcome to my blog! -
→ HAN—he/him—16
(ALL FANFICS SFW)
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if you’re visiting my blog, welcome! you can call me by my username, or just han. i’ve been writing k-pop fanfics for a while now, just didn’t even think of uploading them until my friends convinced me to do so. writing has been a hobby of mine for some time, and writing fanfictions for my favourite idols is a fun activity!
for my hobbies, as i said i really like writing. but my other hobbies include: reading, dancing, singing, and exercising.
i don’t know if anyone will be reading my fics, but if you do, it’d be greatly appreciated!
[posts will be pretty inconsistent.]
masterlist:
IVE
Liz
Cozy
Gaeul
Midnight Love (ft. Wonyoung)
Kep1er
Xiaoting
Love Galore
Itzy
Yeji
I lost my number, could i borrow yours? [short]
Aespa
Winter
She likes spring, I prefer winter
Karina
when i fall for you.
Le Sserafim
Chaewon
Sober
Red Velvet
Wendy
Honey
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