#twice dahyun
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Love Amidst Persecution
Son chaeyoung x farmer female reader
Synopsis- loving someone even though its forbidden
Warning- takes place in the 17 century, mention of hanging, fuck chae father in this story, mention of homophobia
A/n- happy chae day
In the small, idyllic town of Springfield, nestled amidst the lush, rolling hills of the countryside, the air was thick with anticipation. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden light over the fields, where the crops swayed gently in the breeze. A sense of peace and contentment filled the air, as if everything was as it should be.
The people of Springfield went about their daily routines, oblivious to the events that was about to unfold in the future . Young lovers strolled hand-in-hand through the cobblestone streets, children laughed and played in the town square, and merchants busily set up their stalls, displaying their wares for all to see.
Seo y/n was a 17th century farmer girl, her hands calloused from the soil and her cheeks permanently flushed from the sun. Her home was nestled in the heart of the town, surrounded by lush fields and chattering streams. Life was simple, yet fulfilling, as she tended to her crops and cared for her livestock.
As she walked through the rows of corn, wheat, and potatoes, she hummed a cheerful tune, her basket swinging gently at her side. Suddenly, she heard a rustling nearby and stopped in her tracks. There, in the distance, she saw a figure approaching. As they drew closer, Y/N realized it was Son Chaeyoung, the daughter of the head of the town. She looked flustered and out of breath.
"Y/N, I-I'm so sorry to bother you," she panted. "My father sent me to fetch you. He needs your help with something important at the town hall." Y/N raised an eyebrow, skeptical. Chaeyoung seemed genuinely nervous, and she rarely ever saw her in the countryside. "It's nothing bad, I promise. He just wants your expertise on...on some crops that aren't doing well." Y/N hesitated, but eventually nodded. She knew Chaeyoung's father valued her knowledge and skills as a farmer. Perhaps this was a chance to strengthen their tenuous relationship.
She followed Chaeyoung back into town, her heart racing with a mixture of anticipation and fear. The town hall was bustling with activity, townsfolk rushing about, delivering messages and supplies. Chaeyoung led her to her father's garden . He looked up as they entered and smiled warmly. "Ah, Y/N. I'm glad you could join us. I'm sure you can help us figure out what's wrong with these crops."
Y/N nodded, trying to hide her unease. As she examined the wilting crops , she noticed something strange about them. "It looks like they're infested with aphids," she said, pointing to the tiny insects that were sucking the life out of the crops . Chaeyoung's father looked surprised. "Aphids? I've never seen them this far south before. Thank you, Y/N. You've been most helpful."
He gestured for her to sit down beside him, and they spent the next hour discussing farming techniques and strategies for dealing with the infestation. Y/N was surprised to find that Chaeyoung's father was actually quite knowledgeable about the subject, and they shared many stories and experiences.
When it was time for Y/N to return home, Chaeyoung walked her back to the edge of town. They stopped at a picturesque spot overlooking the valley, and Y/N offered Chaeyoung some freshly picked apples from her orchard. As they sat there, talking, enjoying the view and the crisp autumn air, Y/N felt a strange connection with Chaeyoung. It was as if they had known each other for much longer than just a few hours.
"You know," Chaeyoung said softly, breaking the silence, "my parents... they don't understand. They think that same sex relationship is wrong. That we should be with someone of the opposite sex. " Y/N looked at her, surprised. She knew what it was like to be different, to be misunderstood.
"Well, they're wrong," she said, offering Chaeyoung a reassuring smile. "You're special, and you should be with someone who sees that." Chaeyoung blushed and looked away, playing with a stray strand of hair. "I just wish... I wish they could understand." Y/N squeezed Chaeyoung's hand gently. "Time will change things, I'm sure of it."
They sat in silence for a while longer, enjoying the peacefulness of the moment. Finally, Chaeyoung stood up, brushing the dirt from her skirt. "I should get back. Thank you again for your help today, Y/N. It means a lot." She leaned in and kissed Y/N's cheek before walking away.
Y/N watched her go with a smile, feeling a warmth in her chest that she hadn't experienced in a long time. As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting the world in a golden glow, she couldn't help but feel hopeful. Maybe things would change between Chaeyoung and her parents. Maybe they would come to understand that love had no boundaries, no rules.
She gathered up the remains of the picnic and started back towards her home, lost in thought. The image of Chaeyoung's face, the way she smiled and blushed, filled her mind. The way chaeyoung looks so effortlessly gorgeous.
As she neared her orchard, the setting sun cast a warm glow over the apple trees, turning their leaves into a symphony of reds and golds. She stopped for a moment, taking in the beauty of the scene, and realized that perhaps this was what love was all about. It wasn't just about being with someone you cared for, but about finding beauty and joy in the world around you.
The next few months passed by in a blur of activity. Y/N spent every spare moment helping Chaeyoung's father tend to their crops. After that she would meet up with chaeyoung. where they would shared stories, laughter, and even a few tears. Each time they parted ways, they promised to see each other soon, their words filled with hope and longing.
Despite the challenges they faced, they found solace in each other's company. They talked about their dreams for the future, about the places they wanted to visit and the things they wanted to achieve. Y/N found herself inspired by Chaeyoung's determination and resilience, while Chaeyoung admired Y/N's strength and independence. They were, in many ways, complements of each other.
One afternoon, as they sat beneath the shade of an ancient apple tree, talking about accident that their friend dahyun made, Chaeyoung leaned in and kissed Y/N. It was a soft, tender kiss that left them both breathless. For a moment, they forgot about everything else and were lost in the moment. When they finally pulled apart, they looked into each other's eyes, their faces flushed with emotion.
"I've wanted to do that for so long," Chaeyoung murmured, running her fingers through Y/N's hair.
Y/N smiled and leaned in, kissing Chaeyoung tenderly. The sunlight filtered through the leaves above them, dappling their skin with shadows and light. The warmth from Chaeyoung's body felt so right against hers, and Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over her. They kissed for what seemed like hours, lost in the moment, the world around them fading away.
Eventually, they pulled apart, breathless and flushed. Y/N reached up to brush a strand of hair from Chaeyoung's face, her fingers trembling slightly. "I feel the same way," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the rustling of the leaves. "I've wanted this for so long."
They lay there for a moment, their hearts racing, the world around them seeming to slow down. Chaeyoung traced the line of Y/N's jaw with her finger, marveling at the softness of her skin. "I never thought I'd find someone like you," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "Someone who understands me, and who I can be myself around."
Y/N smiled, her heart swelling with love for Chaeyoung. "And I never thought I'd find someone who could make me feel this way," she replied, reaching up to run her fingers through Chaeyoung's hair. "Who could make me forget about everything else and just be happy."
They lay there for a while longer, lost in each other's company, enjoying the simple pleasures of their love. The sun began to sink lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the orchard. Eventually, they sat up, brushing the grass from their clothes. Y/N glanced around, noticing how the trees seemed to sway gently, as if they were moving to some unheard melody.
"Come with me," Y/N said, taking Chaeyoung's hand. "I want to show you something."
She led Chaeyoung through the rows of apple trees, the evening air cool against their skin. As they walked, the branches overhead swayed gently, creating a natural canopy that cast dappled shadows across their path. They emerged from the orchard and found themselves at the edge of a small meadow, dotted with wildflowers and tall grasses. A small stream trickled nearby, its waters sparkling in the fading light. grasses swaying in the gentle breeze. The sky above was a deep, vibrant blue, speckled with puffy white clouds.
"This is my favorite spot," Y/N said, her voice soft with affection. "I used to come here when I needed some peace and quiet. It's where I felt closest to nature, and to myself."
Chaeyoung smiled, her eyes taking in the beauty around them. "It's beautiful here," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the sound of the stream. "It's like a secret oasis, hidden away from the world."
Y/N nodded, feeling a sense of peace wash over her as she looked out over the meadow. "I used to come here when I needed to clear my head, or when I just wanted to feel close to something bigger than myself." She glanced at Chaeyoung, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I never imagined I'd find someone who could make me feel this way, though."
Chaeyoung smiled, stepping closer to Y/N. "Neither did I," she replied softly, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from Y/N's face. "But I'm so glad we found each other." She paused, her gaze meeting Y/N's. "Because now I feel like anything is possible."
They stood there in silence for a moment, the sounds of the meadow and the stream providing a gentle background hum. Y/N leaned in, their breath mingling as she pressed her lips to Chaeyoung's. The kiss was tender and sweet, a perfect expression of the love they shared. As they pulled apart, Y/N's heart swelled with happiness, and she knew that no matter what challenges they might face in the future, they would face them together.
They stood there in the middle of the meadow, basking in the glow of their love, as the sun dipped below the horizon. The air grew cooler, and a gentle breeze rustled through the trees, carrying with it the scent of autumn. Y/N wrapped her arms around Chaeyoung, feeling grateful for the warmth and comfort she provided.
"Do you remember the first time we met?" Y/N asked, looking up at Chaeyoung with a smile.
Chaeyoung laughed softly, her cheeks flushing. "Of course I do. You were so quiet and shy, but you had this way about you that just drew me in. I couldn't help but want to get to know you better."
They stood there for a moment, lost in their memories, before Chaeyoung turned her attention back to the present. She looked around the meadow, feeling grateful for the peace and serenity that surrounded them. "I never thought I'd find a place like this," she said, her voice barely audible. "A place where I could be truly happy."
Y/N squeezed Chaeyoung's hand, her grip firm yet gentle. "You are my happiness," she replied, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Chaeyoung's cheek. "And I'm yours. No matter what the future holds, we'll face it together."
Their time in the meadow seemed to stretch on forever, the hours passing unnoticed as they reveled in the comfort and love they shared. As the last rays of sunlight disappeared beyond the horizon, the stars began to twinkle in the darkening sky. A chill crept into the air, prompting them to move closer together for warmth.
Y/N leaned against Chaeyoung, her head resting on the girl's shoulder as they gazed up at the stars. "Do you have a favorite constellation?" she asked softly, her voice barely audible above the rustling of the leaves in the trees.
Chaeyoung shrugged. "I've always liked Orion's Belt," she replied, her breath tickling Y/N's ear. "It reminds me of when we first met. It was like fate, you know? Like the stars were aligning just for us."
Y/N smiled, her heart swelling at the mention of their meeting. "That's a beautiful way to think about it," she said softly. "I think I'll always remember that night too. It feels like a dream sometimes, being with you like this."
As they continued to watch the stars, the sounds of the forest began to fade away, replaced by the soft rustling of leaves as a gentle breeze picked up. The air grew colder still, but neither of them seemed to notice or mind. They were content just being together, wrapped in each other's warmth and love.
"Do you ever wonder what it would be like," Y/N asked, her voice barely audible over the whispering of the trees, "if we could travel to each of those stars? To see the worlds they're part of, the people who live there?" She felt a shiver run down her spine as she imagined the vastness of the universe, the endless possibilities that lay before them.
Chaeyoung paused for a moment, considering the question. The stars above them seemed to dance in the darkness, their twinkling light casting a soft glow over the meadow. "I think it would be incredible," she finally replied, her voice tinged with awe. "But I think the best part would be coming back here, to this place. To know that no matter where we go or what we see, we'll always have each other. And this place will always be our home."
They sat in silence for a while, lost in their own thoughts and the beauty of the night. Y/N felt her heart swell with love and gratitude for Chaeyoung, for the life they shared together. She knew that their love was special, that they were meant to be together. As she looked up at the stars, she made a silent promise to herself: no matter what challenges they might face in the future, she would always fight for their love. She would never take Chaeyoung for granted, and she would do everything in her power to make her happy.
Eventually, the chill in the air grew too intense for them to ignore, and they stood, stretching their limbs and yawning. "You should go back home ," Y/N said, her voice husky with sleep. "It's getting late. And I don’t want you to get in trouble”
Chaeyoung nodded in agreement, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She knew that the night couldn't last forever, but she didn't want to leave this place. She didn't want to leave the feeling of peace and contentment that came with being wrapped up in Y/N's love. But she also knew that if they get caught there will be consequences.
As chaeyoung was sneaking back home, she didn’t notice her father siting on the chair in the dining room.
“Where were you… let me guess out sucking the face off that bloody witch.”her father said. Chaeyoung was shocked. “Why so shocked? You thought I wouldn’t know, I have eyes on you everywhere.” he added.
“So you was spying on me, where’s the trust in that father.” Chaeyoung said. “You broke the trust as soon as you kiss that witch” he responded quickly.
“ oh bloody hell so what I like y/n what wrong about th-” she got cut off with a slap by her father.
“ you don’t like that thing, you don’t even know what love is. She must had put a spell on you to make you believe that .” he said angrily. “ she needs to pay for what she is doing to your mind” he said then went over to grab a torch. He walks out of the house. That’s when chaeyoung realizes what he means by that a rush to y/n cabin.
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"Chaeyoung," y/n whispered, her voice barely audible. "What are you doing here? Your father gonna kill me if he found you here."
Chaeyoung knelt beside her, her eyes wide with fear and desperation. " you need to get out of here , my father is ordering the town to find you ." She wiped the tears from her face, as she gently brushing her knuckles against y/n cheek. "Please, y/n, get out of here, while you still can."
But it was too late. The sound of footsteps approaching echoed through the field. The townspeople had found them. They encircled them, their faces twisted with anger and hatred. They had found y/n, the witch who dared to love another woman especially the daughter of the town . They grabbed her roughly, tearing at her clothes, pulling her away from Chaeyoung. As they dragged her away, she struggled, desperate to reach Chaeyoung one last time, to tell her that she loved her, that it would all be alright.
"Witch! Witch! Hang her at the stake!" they cried, their faces twisted with rage and fear.
Chaeyoung followed, tears streaming down her face, her heart breaking with every step. She begged and pleaded with them to let her go, but they ignored her. They forced her to watch as they hung y/n from the gallows, her body twitching and jerking with each agonizing breath.
As y/n's life faded from her eyes, she looked down at Chaeyoung, her love, the only thing in the world that made her life worth living. "Chaeyoung," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I love you. And I will never ever stop loving you. No matter what happens to me right now, it would never destroy my love for you." With those final words, y/n's soul left her body, as she was hanging from the tree. Chaeyoung screamed, her voice echoing through the fields, the sound of her anguish piercing the very heavens.
The townspeople, satisfied that justice had been served, turned their backs on Chaeyoung, leaving her alone to grieve. But even as they walked away, they could not escape the haunting image of the two lovers, torn apart by a world that could not understand their love. And so, their story lived on, a tragic testament to the enduring power of love, even in the darkest of times.
The sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of red and orange, as if the heavens themselves were weeping for the loss of y/n. Chaeyoung remained at the foot of the gallows, her body racked with sobs, her heart shattered into a million pieces. She clutched at the dirt, refusing to let go, as if somehow she could bring y/n back. But she knew deep down that this was not the end. There was something still pulling her forward, some unspoken promise that their love would find a way to survive.
Night fell, and the stars twinkled in the inky black sky. Chaeyoung's tears finally dried up, leaving her chest heaving with the memory of each sob. She looked up at the stars, searching for some sign, some hope that they would find a way back to each other. And as she stood there, gazing up at the heavens, she swore an oath: she would spend the rest of her life seeking out others like them, those who dared to love against the tide of public opinion. She would fight for their right to be together, to live their lives as they saw fit, free from the judgment of a world that could not understand.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Chaeyoung's determination only grew stronger, her resolve unshakeable. She became a symbol of hope for those who found themselves in her situation, a beacon of light in the darkness. And though y/n was gone, her spirit lived on through Chaeyoung, guiding her every step of the way.
Years passed, and the world began to change. Slowly, but surely, people began to see the error of their ways, to understand that love knew no bounds, no gender, no race. It was a victory of the heart over the head, of compassion over fear. And as Chaeyoung watched this transformation unfold before her eyes, she knew that her love for y/n had not been in vain. She had made a difference, however small, and for that she was eternally grateful.
Eventually, Chaeyoung found herself standing before a great crowd, addressing them with a voice that rang clear and true. "We must never forget the sacrifices that have been made for our freedom," she said, her gaze fixed on the sky, as if y/n were standing there beside her. "We must honor their memory by continuing to fight for justice, for equality, for love. For as long as there is one person left who dares to love against the tide, we will be there to fight by their side." And with that, a roar went up from the crowd, a testament to the enduring power of love and the indomitable spirit of those who dare to follow their hearts.
The years passed, and Chaeyoung grew old, but she never stopped fighting. Her story became legend, a reminder to all who heard it of the incredible strength that can be found in the human heart when it dares to love truly and fiercely. And though y/n's body was gone, her love for Chaeyoung lived on, etched into the very fabric of history, a testament to the power of the human spirit to endure against all odds.
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Fashion Show (Dahyun)
A/N: Dahyun's fashion show smut! BBC, Gangbang, piss involved lol. Please enjoy
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In a hotel in New York, a horny scene was taking place on the bed. The fair-skinned Dahyun was sandwiched between two tall black men like a sandwich. Dahyun was lying on her back with small and sexy lips. There was a white trace of semen hanging from the corner of her mouth. As her little mouth opened and closed, Dahyun let out a seductive moan. Her long hair was draped loosely and messily on both sides of her shoulders, several strands of sticky semen dripping down from her hair.
The gold mini dress on Dahyun's body was pulled down to her waist, revealing a pair of tall, white breasts underneath, with a shallow cleavage squeezed out in the middle, which swayed as a black man thrust, As full of flesh as two spring-loaded grapefruits, the two small nipples were covered with mucus, as dazzling as two crystal rubies.
Dahyun herself held her two plump and tender thighs and spread them widely apart on both sides, assuming a lewd posture, and her glistening lower body was currently having two large-sized cocks going in and out, fucked out of the ground.
The black man on Dahyun's body is bald, with eye patches on his eyes, and his appearance cannot be seen. He spreads his legs and squats, holding Dahyun's ankles with two thick hands to support his body. Underneath his eight-pack abs, the eggplant-like big cock was thrusting up and down Dahyun's slimy pussy like a pile driver. The two egg-sized balls hit Dahyun's tender flesh with the thrust, making a "snap" sound.
The black man under Dahyun has curly short hair that sticks to his scalp. His big hands tightly wrap around Dahyun's slender waist, fixing Dahyun's body to prevent her from rocking back and forth. His thick black hard cock is struggling Fuck Dahyun’s little asshole.
The two cocks in Dahyun's lower body were turned on at full power and he was fucking her in and out. Judging from the thickness and length of the cocks, even the tall European and American bitches couldn't bear it, even this petite one? A thin Asian female idol, compared to the tall black man, Dahyun, who was being fucked hard between two black men, was like a junior high school student being fucked and raped by two adults.
The room was filled with constant sounds of "slapping, banging..." and "squeaking..." thrusting sounds, as well as Dahyun's excited "Ahhh...fuckme...ah...fuckme..."
Dahyun's lower body was in a mess, and the thick black pubic hair was covered with mucus. It was unclear whether it was semen or vaginal fluid. The entire hair was wet and greasy, and her small clitoris was like a small soybean that had absorbed water. Crystal clear and translucent, two long and thick eggplant-like dicks were thrust in and out. As they were thrusting in and out, semen and nectars continued to seep out of Dahyun's pussy, and Dahyun's two labia majora were fucked to the ground. The wetness tightly wrapped the thick cock, like a small mouth tightly sucking the long black eggplant; and Dahyun's little asshole was now like a blooming chrysanthemum, with the black man's big cock The cock was thrust open and closed, and white mucus seeped out from the crack of the asshole. It seemed that Dahyun's asshole had been filled with cum just now.
The sound of "Puff, Puff, Puff..." in the room became more intense, like the sound of stepping on mud, and the sound of "snap, snap, snap..." of flesh could be heard incessantly. All that's left is the heavy breathing of several bodies. Dahyun moaned lustfully, both Korean and English, "Ahhhh… I am dying...fuckme...ahhhhhhhhh".
This fucking scene lasted for nearly ten minutes. The thick cock inserted in Dahyun's little asshole was thrust hard and hard several times. Finally, the black man yelled "fuck...fuck...", this thick cock inserted hard into Dahyun's ass, and the semen was poured into Dahyun's body one after another.
After thirty or forty seconds, the black man under Dahyun pulled out his still-hard cock from Dahyun's asshole. At this time, Dahyun's little asshole was open like a small black hole, and the Large balls of semen flowed out from the black hole, accompanied by Dahyun's crying moans.
Three bodies with obvious black and white contrast twisting on a big bed, and the sheets on this big bed are already mottled and messy. The black man who just ejaculated moved away from Dahyun, and the one who was still fucking Dahyun was holding Dahyun's pussy, moved Dahyun's legs above her head, which raised Dahyun's ass high. It looked like if he pressed it down further, she would be able to fold Dahyun in half.
Dahyun's flexibility is really good, and now the big, sinewy cock like a black donkey's cock is still violently fucking Dahyun's pussy up and down, and Dahyun's pair of tender white breasts are like little leather balls, bouncing up and down, constantly slapping Dahyun's face. Dahyun's slender and well-proportioned arms rested softly on both sides of her head as if surrendering.
“Ahh! Ahh! Ummm… Fuck me! Ah…” Dahyun's obscene screams continued to come from the bed. Now there is a layer of fragrant sweat on Dahyun's body, and there are spots of white semen on his fair body and black hair, and there are at least three black men in the room who are surrounding Dahyun while stroking their thick cocks beside.
As the thrusting continued, Dahyun's screams became more and more lewd. Every time the black man's thick and big donkey-like cock was inserted hard into the glistening pussy, Dahyun let out a sharp scream. "Ah..." The sound was like the big cock suddenly hit the switch of Dahyun's pronunciation.
Dahyun's lustful screams were rising and falling in response to the frequency of the black man's cock being thrust in and out. A stream of semen seeped out from the cracks of the pussy that was being fucked so hard, and flowed all the way down Dahyun's flat abdomen. It flowed onto the bouncing breasts. As the pair of elastic little balls swung up and down, the semen was scattered around, and a few drops even landed on Dahyun's face.
In this way, Dahyun was surrounded by several black men and gangbanged. Dahyun 's tender body was even more white and shiny in the contrast with the black men. She was folded in half like a shrimp. A tall black man covered in greasy sweat was erecting a penis that looked like a black donkey’s cock was thrusting into Dahyun's wet pussy.
As the thrusting continued, Dahyun's crying moans became more and more intense, "Ah...ahhh...ah...coming...coming...ahhh..."
In the end, Dahyun's whole body tense up, her mouth wide open as she screamed silently, and her body began to shake violently. What was even more unexpected was that as Dahyun's intense climax came, she actually spurted out from her lower body. A stream of urine, and this crystal clear urine sprayed onto Dahyun's face and breasts. Accompanied by the sound of "squirting..." was the sound of "gu dong gu dong..." and the sound of Dahyun swallowing her own piss. The black men let out a laugh.
"Fuck, this Dahyun from Twice is so slutty."
"If this kind of slut comes to my hometown, she will be taken to the village square and fucked to death by all the men in the village."
"Hey, this slut is so durable, she can still squirt after being fucked for so long."
"Edward, where did you find this slutty idol?" a black man asked Edward who was standing aside.
"Hehe, I won't tell you this, but she has been fucked by our people these days. You also know how strong our young man is. This Dahyun is not only physically sensitive but also very resistant to fuck. I'm really sorry for not selling her out. Why? So, if anyone comes to play next time, the price will still be the same, one thousand per person, discount for more people."
"Haha... of course. You also know that people with big cocks like us are usually not willing to find prostitutes to play with. With this slutty K-pop female idol who is willing to be fucked, of course many people will come."
"Thank you very much, haha." At this time, Dahyun had finished peeing, and only a small amount of urine was left. As the dick was inserted again, it gushes out of the urethra. It flows down the belly to a pair of plump breasts bouncing up and down. Dahyun's body and face were covered with glistening traces of urine, sliding down his skin drop by drop.
"Does it taste good? Little slut, Dahyun." Edward asked with a smile.
"Ahhh... so... delicious... ahhh... fuck Dahyun to death... ah... ahhhh... again... ahhh... fuck Dahyun..." Dahyun gasped and moaned, speaking dirty words in a slutty tone, her two small hands as slender as green onion grabbed her big breasts and rubbed them.
"Fuck, your bitch Dahyun, ah...fuck...ah..." The black man who was working hard on Dahyun's pussy gasped and made the final thrust. With the thrust of the thick cock covered with black veins, Dahyun's moans became more lustful.
"Ahhhhh... big cock... I want to...ahhh... fuck me to death...ahhhh... ah Dahyun...ahhh..."
"Puff, puff, puff..." Dahyun is only responded by harder thrusting.
Finally, as the black man gasped heavily, "Heh...heh...", the ugly and thick cock was inserted deep into Dahyun's vagina, and a large amount of semen was injected into Dahyun 's vagina wave by wave.
"Ah... um..." Dahyun let out a long moan, pinching her bright little nipples with her tender white fingers.
The black man pulled out his wet and semi-hard penis. Dahyun's little hole was wet, like a swamp after a storm. The hole was slightly open, and white semen slowly flowed out. Before Dahyun could take a breath, another black man inserted his large cock into Dahyun’s pussy, which was still leaking semen, made a sound of “Puff, puff, puff…”
Dahyun's voice became even stickier, as if she had been inserted into a ball of paste. During the thrusting, semen was continuously squeezed out from the joint between the two, and flowed drop by drop onto Dahyun's pink little asshole, and then it flowed down the groin and onto the already wet sheets.
Another strong black man pressing his big cock against the fair-skinned Dahyun and fucking her continuously. After thrusting for a while, the black man suddenly picked up Dahyun and then turned Dahyun over to a kneeling position, the black man clamped Dahyun's two fair and plump thighs on both sides of his waist, pushed Dahyun to the bed while thrusting, and then asked Dahyun to get off the bed with his hands on her hands.
"Ahhhhh…Urghh… Ahhh… mmmmm… Ahhh…" Dahyun whined and moaned as she was being fucked, while the black man thrust hard with his big cock, pushing Dahyun towards Walking towards the door, during the thrusting and moving process, semen and semen kept pouring out of Dahyun's pussy, dripping down to the floor like broken beads. She even saw several black men around her, stroking their large cock.
Then the door was opened, and the black man pushed Dahyun into the brightly lit living room. The sound of the weather forecast could be heard in the room. In the living room of a presidential suite, where people reunited warmly after having a meal. Dahyun, who was covered in mucus, with her long black hair spread on her smooth and shiny skin, her tits was shaking like a bitch , while being pushed up by an ugly black man who was tall, strong and full of power. A cock as thick as a wine bottle was thrusting and pushing towards the sofa step by step. The banging sound of "pah pah pah..." did not stop for a second. Dahyun's moaning like crying aroused the Endless desire of men.
The black man was fucking Dahyun in front of the sofa like a doggy. Dahyun's pair of boobs, which were as elastic as water-filled balloons, were dangling in the air, with rippling breasts, and he was fucking her fiercely. It went on until Dahyun's hands could no longer support her and her body went limp. She was only supported by her two breasts. The black man picked her up and sat on the sofa.
At this time, Dahyun was sitting with her back to the black man on the large cock that was constantly going in and out of her pussy. The black man grabbed Dahyun's slim waist with both hands and lifted Dahyun up until the entire wet and shiny cock was exposed, and then held it with one hand. He aimed his dick at Dahyun’s little asshole and inserted it all at once without any resistance.
"Ah..." Dahyun let out a low and suppressed moan. Then another black man came over with a thick cock. The egg-sized glans was still dripping with mucus. The black man lifted Dahyun’s legs and pressed the large cock against Dahyun’s vagina. Slowly push the whole egg-sized glans into Dahyun's cunt, which is flowing with semen and semen. Two petal-like labia opening like flowers, and the clitoris on the flower is the size of a soybean, appears more crystal clear.
Then, the black man inserted his entire cock into Dahyun’s vagina at once, and Dahyun let out a moan of pleasure.
As the fucking continued, more black men joined in. One of the black men sat on Dahyun's waist and used Dahyun's breasts to hold his own thick black cock and thrust it. The other two black men took turns to fuck their cocks, inserting it into Dahyun's mouth, the black man's cock was too big for Dahyun's small mouth. Only a third of the whole big cock could be inserted before it could no longer be inserted, but Dahyun was still swallowing and sucking desperately. As if eating a delicious lollipop, Dahyun's two thin white hands were not idle either, each holding a big cock and stroking it up and down.
Dahyun, just like a human semen sucking machine, constantly being fucked by the huge black cocks. Every time someone ejaculated in Dahyun's pussy, there would be another one as hard and thick as a wine bottle goes in again.
"Oh... uh... uh... uh... uh... uh..." Dahyun's lustful moans were suppressed in his throat. The sound of "slapping, banging, banging..." and the sound of "puff, puff, puff..." never stopped for a moment. Various insults from black people like "fuck... shit... dirty girl..." were heard from time to time.
During this period, a black man even ejaculated his fishy urine into Dahyun's mouth, and Dahyun swallowed it greedily. Every time she was fucked to climax, more urine spurted out from Dahyun's lower body, and then the black guys just thrust harder.
As the thrusting continued, the entire sofa became wet. The black men lifted Dahyun to the ground and continued to rape her. Until it was almost time to leave for the fashion show, Dahyun was still moaning and crying as she was being fucked by the thick cock.
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TWICE 8TH ANNIVERSARY MD Behind - DAHYUN
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you get me
kim dahyun x f!reader || fluff
synopsis: dahyun was just looking forward to another normal day at school, only to be called over by you waiting for her at the street in front of her house.
warnings: highschool au! ; cursing ; mentions of food ; reader has a bad rep ; dahyun is top of the class student ; steamy makeout sesh ; unrequited dahmo ; some of degree of 2wice pairings ; some suggestive content (dahyun getting a lil horny) brainrotting fluff that's so sweet it will have you in intensive care ; not proofread ; anything else i left out
a/n: bowl :)
“dahyun!”
she recognizes your voice immediately, though it’s muffled by the low whirr of your bmw roadster. she stops in place, and as she turns, you pull up next to her, your arm resting alongside the driver’s side door. her eyes meet yours, and dahyun’s heart pumps harder in her chest.
“y/n. hey.” dahyun’s voice sounds breathless through her own ears.
your hair is in a messy knot, and you’re wearing some old, ripped band tee that dahyun doesn’t even recognize. with your eyes on her, dahyun’s pulling at the sleeves of her cardigan, looking down and feeling disheveled, suddenly self-conscious of the off-white bustier dress and white sneakers she put on this morning.
“need a ride?” you ask and nick your head towards the vacant passenger seat.
“sure.” dahyun responds. she darts across the front of your car, the dress fluttering across the bottoms of her thighs. once she gets in and buckles herself into the seat, you take off down the road, the car zipping along as it hits the suburban speed limit.
“it’s been a while since i last saw you. a few weeks no? whatcha been up to?” you start, eyes flicking over to her and back to the rear view mirror.
“oh, um….just…stuff with school, that’s all. it has been busy lately these past few weeks.” dahyun answers, pushing a piece of hair behind her ear and casts a sideways glance over to you, catching the angle of your jaw. she looks away when she feels the squeeze in her chest again and decides that it’s safer to focus on the contouring ridges of her hands and fingers.
“right…you’re probably busy with AP classes, being captain of the tennis team, and the extracurriculars that you’re knee deep in,” you respond, half teasing, half exasperated, your mouth pulled into a grin.
a blush spreads across dahyun’s cheeks because it’s true that she’s busy with all those things, and she feels a bit embarrassed over how uncool it sounds coming from your mouth, and she’s not sure how you even know any of that about her in the first place.
the last time that dahyun ever spoke to you was short, and it was just you at the front door of her house delivering something from your mom to hers. all of the interactions were brief because dahyun finds herself too nervous or embarrassed to keep up a conversation with you after the summer between freshman and somphomre when you’d gone away for basketball camp and came back with a huge growth spurt, toned all over, and riddled with rumors that you scored big with an older girl.
dahyun doesn’t want to blame the distance between you and her entirely on your good looks, though. even before that same summer, the friendship between you two had been growing apart. since the start of high school, she was pulled away from the daily meetings with you and chaeyoung because she wanted to fit in and spend more time with her other female friends.
you, on the other hand, kept getting into all kinds of trouble that she would hear about from others, but you’d switch to a different topic to avoid speaking about it whenever dahyun asked.
the hours spent together daily turned into interspersed weekend meetings and quick greetings, eventually to small waves passing classes. you were probably in and out of relationships with other girls more than actual conversations with dahyun over the past two years.
“sorry,” dahyun apologies, glancing at you and then back at her hands, still unsure of what else to say. she’s uncoformtably aware of her every nerve ending right now, the way your leather seats are sticking to the backs of her knees, the sound of her exhalations, and the strands of hair that she can’t keep out of her face.
the car turns a corner as you let out a light chuckle at the sudden apology. “i’m just teasing you dubu, don’t worry.”
“oh. sorry.” she inwardly cringes at the way her voice squeaks. she’s trying to get more words out of the mouth, but her brain can’t come up with any, and she’s trying to remember what in the world you and her used to talk about all way when you were kids.
“well, my life has been great too, thanks for asking.” your tone is sarcastic, though still smiling. “don’t apologize again.” you add in, right as dahyun’s mouth starts to form another ‘S’ sound. she presses her lips together and peaks over at you again to see you already looking back at her.
your eyes meet hers for one quiet moment. then an easy laughter breaks through the awkward space, and dahyun’s shaking her head, feeling silly and ridiculous for being so weird.
when the laughs die down, dahyun feels herself smiling. “you don’t need to remind me how boring my life is, okay? what’s been going on with you?” she ask, but she already knows.
you’ve started seeing some pretty sophomore girl from the year below after breaking up with your previous girlfriend last month. you still play basketball in the park across from the cul de sac regularly at night or on the weekends, but you hang out with jeongyeon and her little posse nearly every day after school.
quite the troublemaker you were taking up vaping for the past few months, and when dahyun goes to the restroom during fourth period, she sees you standing behind the portables near the fences where the security guards doesn’t check, a small pod is in your mouth with same group of girls when she knows that you have a history class and not socializing time.
“it’s been the same for me, nothing too significant to note really.” you reply, coming to a stop at an intersection, and you’re nearly there to the parking lot. dahyun hums in agreement as she watches the other students from their school cross the street.
“i know that it’s prom season so uh…are you going this year?” you ask, eyes trained on the road as the light in front of them turns green. dahyun lets out a light giggle through her nose.
“y/n, that’s two months away. and no one’s gonna ask me anyway, so i don’t really have a valid reason to go. weren’t you gonna ask…sullyoon?” dahyun wonders out lod, remembering the name of the sophomore girl.
your head snaps over to her and your expression is rather surprising, “why do you think i’d ask sullyoon?”
“um…” dahyun bites the inner portion of her lip, wondering if she accidentally exposed too much what she’s noticed and heard about you. your love life was a regular let alone a hot topic of gossip in all social circles throughout the school, but she’s never heard anything about it directly from you. “aren’t you guys, like, dating now?”
“that’s what people are saying?” your brows scrunch together. you’re pulling into the parking lot, but it’s still about ten minutes before the first bell rings. “i’m not dating sullyoon. like, not at all. i’m not dating anyone right now, actually.”
“i didn’t mean to assume. i just heard…”
“she confessed to me last week, and i turned her down.”
“oh.”
dahyun feels an uneasy feeling in her stomach, the slurry of guilt and cringe at the words she just spoke. another apology starts bubbling up out of her throat again when you say–
“people are stupid sometimes, but not you. i mean. don’t listen to what they say.” you sigh while shifting the gear into park, and dahyun nods, gathering her bag into her lap and reaching for the door handle.
“thanks for the ride, y/n,” she replies softly. the door swings open, and just as she’s about to step out of the car, she hears you again.
“wait! dahyun…we should hang out more. i mean like, if you want of course. it’s been a while and i don’t want to sound off as weird, but yeah that’s all.” your hands are on the steering wheel, and your face is rather…open and inviting.
“sure! yeah, okay. i’d like that actually.” dahyun smiles, nodding at you. “i’ll see you around then?”
“i’ll text you!” you yell out after when she steps out and closes the car door.
it’s fourth period, and you text her. it comes off as a surprise, and dahyun half thought you were joking when you suggested hanging out with her again. you were just asking if she was free today, and she is, but she takes ten minutes just to breath before replying to you.
why would you suddenly want to hang out now? what are they going to do? what’s there to talk about? should they invite chaeyoung? tzuyu? suzy?!
in the background of her thoughts, she can hear ms. jihyo’s spirited lecture in biology, but even the teacher’s enthusiasm can’t pull her out of her own head right now.
you hadn’t mentioned chaeyoung this morning, and now when she thinks about it, she can’t remember the last time the three of them hung out together despite the fact that she sees chaeyoung in class everyday, so she replies.
dahyun:
okay, should we invite chaeyoung?
your response buzzes her phone instantly after her message.
y/n:
nah, she’s probably busy with mina
confusion is struck through her. mina…myoui? the new transfer student from misamo academy? what could chaeyoung possibly be doing with her? dahyun shakes her head free of the disjointed idea and decides to ask you about it later. she tilts her head down to look under the desk to type out another response.
dahyun:
so what do you wanna do later?
y/n:
meet me at my car after school.
momo’s knee knocks into dahyun’s from under the table, and she looks up over to her, surprised. just as she looksup, ms. jihyo starts over to their side of the room.
“miss kim, did you hear what i asked?” the teacher looks at her over the sea of heads sitting down. “can you define the three type of cell transportation for me?”
“ah…” dahyun’s eyes go wide with the realization that she hadn’t been listening at all to today’s lecture.
“simple diffusion, facilitated diffusion, and active transport, ms. jihyo,” momo responds in her place.
ms. jihyo glances between momo and dahyun, both red in the face for different reasons. “very good, miss kim.”
when the teacher continues on with the lecture, dahyun shoots a grateful look over to momo and mouths thank you, which she responds to by look away and rubbing the back of her neck.
at the end of the school day, dahyun stands next to the well waxed coating of your passenger door with her school binder wrapped tightly to her chest for no good reason other than to have something to do with her hands. her last class is near the exit, so she watches students spill from the main and side doors of the building.
it’s just you, she repeats to herself. the same you she used to hold hands with on their walk to school in the first grade. the same you she used to stick band-aids on after you came back from crapped and bloody. the same you who played dress-up barbie with her before she had any other friends. the same you who’s lived down the street from her for over a decade.
but finally, when she sees you push past the exit doors, backpack hung over one shoulder and tangled up in a group of people who seem much cooler and more popular than she is, she gulps down the memories of who you were before.
she sees you notice her, and gives a simple wave of the hand, gripping your backpack before turning back to say goodbye to your friends. dahyun holds her binder tighter to her chest as she watches you. nothing about the girl 20 feet in front of her feels familiar, from your messy bun to the somewhat built frame that has everyone batting eyes at you in your direction.
dahyun’s a little bit in her head staring at you for a little longer than she initially expected, but she couldn’t help herself about it so she keeps staring.
you extract yourself from the group with fist bumps and handshakes. your smile is bright as you walk up to dahyun, pulling her into a full-bodied hug that she can only half reciprocate with the binder in her arms. the press of your torso was enough to intoxicate her, the warmth seeping through her skin. her face was also right at the crook of your neck, and you smell like the ocean and coconuts.
when you pull away, dahyun notices you glance over your shoulder where the crowd of people are, but your shoulder also obscures her view of what exactly you’re looking at.
“ready to go?” you ask, stepping forward to open the door into the passenger seat.
“yep.” she nods and gets in.
you pull up at an ice cream shop about five minutes later, and dahyun can’t control the grin that breaks across her face.
‘suga’s’ ice cream parlor? when was the last time we came here together? she says, reminiscing over the white and pistachio colored swirls and blue snowflakes that were pasted on the storefront window.
the store was down a couple blocks from where they live, and it hasn’t changed at all in the years since your moms used to walk them down there together on a hot summer afternoon.
you smile back at dahyun, the canines of your teeth catching on your lower lip, “like i said, we haven’t seen each other in a while.”
the both of you make your way into the store and stand in front of the glass screen with all of the specialty ice cream flavors laid out in freezer tubs before them.
“are you gonna try anything new? i already know what i’m getting.” you say, glancing down at her. standing side-by side with you reminds of how tall you were now. dahyun remembers when your head would barely reach the bottom of the glass, and you would have to tip-toe in order to gaze at the rainbow of ice cream flavors.
“i think i’m just gonna get my usual,” dahyun replies as the worker in a blue apron walks over to them.
“what can i get started for you guys?” the girl behind the counter asks.
“i’ll have a double scoop of chocolate on a waffle cone, and she’ll get a single scoop of raspberry please and thank you.” you shoot the worker a smile as she nods while getting the orders ready,
you pay for dahyun’s ice cream as well, deciding to sit at one of the tables outside to enjoy the warm, spring air. already licking your way down the dessert, you start biting the cone with your teeth, the chocolate dripping over your hands and bits of the solid parts still smeared a bit on your mouth.
dahyun giggles on to the spoon pressed to her tongue and grabs a napkin from the stack on the table and hands it to you.
“how the heck do you still eat ice cream the same way at 7 and 17?” she asks, smiling, and you grab the napkin from her, crumpling it up in your fist.
“it’s better if you eat it my way,” you respond, taking a couple more bites into your waffle cone. you eye the trash can next to you two, tossing the napkin while eating seamlessly. to be fair, you were the basketball team’s best shooter.
you and dahyun sit there at the table, not speaking but eating quietly, letting the sun hit the concrete pathway into dark a bright tone. when finished with the ice cream, dahyun throws her trash in the can next to you away. when she came back to sit down across from you on the table, you had your arms folded across your chest with your face appearing pensive.
“so dahyun, i’ve been meaning to ask,” you start of saying, tilting your head off to the side while dahyun looks at you with wide eyes, wondering what you were going to ask of her as she hums with a tug at the corner of her lip.
“why aren’t we friends anymore?” you keep starting ahead as you say this. the question startles her as much as the stoic tone does, and then there’s the pang that shoots throughout dahyun’s body at the implication that you don’t categorize her as your friend.
“what do you mean? of course we’re still friends, y/n.” she responds, though she’s unsure of the status either.
“we’re not friends like we used to be.”
dahyun takes a breath and tries to decide what you were expecting her to say. it’s true that you and her aren’t friends like before, but isn’t it obvious as to why you’re not? it’s different now. you’ve grown from being kids. there’s no time to run around on wacky adventures or watch tv in your living room together like they used to.
“we just…don’t hang out as much. that’s all.” dahyun shrugs and tries to put on her most convincing smile to reassure you, but the turn of your gaze cuts right through her act.
“i wanna hang out with you more.” you state, the tone coming as gentle, but it feels more of a command. dahyun thinks if you did want to start running around doing crazy shit or just stay inside all day then she would do that, too, because you wanted it.
“okay.”
the next few weeks pass by and those hangouts happen more and more often. at first, dahyun is unsure of how they’ll do it, if you wanted to get ice cream and stare at an empty parking lot with passing traffic for an hour then it’ll definitely make her feel awkward about it, every time.
but it wasn’t like that. you tell dahyun that you’ll take her to school the next day and drop you off, and the day after that. with those rides, you and dahyun talk about anything; from classes, to the weather, even nothing. you send texts throughout the day to see what she’s up to or ask if she’s free after school. on most occasions, dahyun would have tennis practice or after school meetings, but on some of those days, you wait for her.
in those off days that dahyun has from practice or meetings, you chill at the park together. dahyun reads some of her class notes and textbooks while you nap or look at the clouds in the sky rambling about how basketball practice was boring to some extent. either that or she would come over to your house and your mom would bake her favorite snickerdoodle cookies. dahyun would ask to watch scary movies together bcause despite how cute and sweet she seems on the outside, she’s actually a tough girl that apparently has no fear whatsoever.
(you pretend to not be affected, but dahyun catches you gasping at the scares while she pretends to not notice.)
throughout all of those days spent together, dahyun never mentions chaeyoung despite the little inkling of guilt she feels in her gut over excluding their old friend. she’s not sure why, but she knows that it would be different if chaeyoung was with them, and she becomes strangely possessive about the time she gets to be with you.
you don’t actually see each other much during school because your schedule is different than dahyun’s, and there’s no circle of friends that overlap each other between the two of you, but in those moments between classes when they can catch a quick glimpse, you always give the same smile and trademark wave with a hand raised in the distance.
it hadn’t been that long, but there were days where you tell dahyun that you’d be hanging out with your other friends instead, and she knows it shouldn’t gnaw at her insides so much knowing that you’ll be around that circle of friends that were clearly a bad influence on you.
but it does, and on those days where you’re not with her, dahyun uses all of that mental energy to focus on her schoolwork she had written in her planner. once finished with everything she had planned in advance, she realizes that it was a mistake when there was nothing else to occupy her mind but you.
dahyun’s passing through the hallway to one of her last classes when you told her that you won’t be waiting for her after she hears her name bounce off the lockers.
“y/n’s been hanging out with that one girl lately.”
at the mention of you, dahyun slows her steps to get a better ear on the two girls’ conversion. she doesn’t know them personally, but they were probably from jeongyeon’s group that you usually hang out at school.
“da-ha? dahun? dun? or whatever her name is right?”
“yea. the other day, elozin told me that she saw them ice cream together at her work, and she paid for her.” one of the girls snorts and waves her hand like she’s brushing off what her friend just said.
“it’s whatever. i bet she’s just the rebound like how y/n is with everyone else.”
dahyun’s face heats up at the idea of you playing her like the other rumors she’s heard of you before. it was a sinking feeling in her heart and stomach, and she pushes past them to rush down the hall. even in the distance, their hushed voices are still reverberating in her ears.
“shit, that was her. you think she heard us?”
dahyun’s backpack clunks on the floor, dropping into her seat. she can feel wetness swelling in her eyes, but she squints to keep the tears from falling. the chair next to her scrapes across the floor as tzuyu arrives at her seat, and dahyun turns away from her.”
“eonnie! you would not believe the lunch i had today. my mom forgot that she put the bread in the fridge and it was stale. i could’ve sworn my teeth were cracking when i bit through my sandwich earlier.”
dahyun hums a response, still turned away from her friend, pretending to shuffle through her backpack. when she blinks, a few drops land at the side of her feet, and she’s quick to wipe her eyes before straightening up in her eat.
“there was something else i wanted to tell you, but i’m blanking out now…” tzuyu continues, scratching behind her ear.
dahyun continues to avoid looking directly at tzuyu, knowing that she’d be instantly worried if she saw her crying. instead, she lets a few steadying breaths calm her while she focuses on writing her name over and over again.
-dahyun
dahyun
d a h y u n
da-ha
she scribbles over the stupid name on her notebook. da-ha? really?! she shakes her head at the unreal attempt to pronounce her name in her head.
the late bell rings soon after, and all the other students find their seats, chatting amongst one another while the teacher is setting up to start class. dahyun looks up to see momo and chaeyoung sitting in the front row, and they turn back to give her and tzuyu a wave, which the pair returns.
“hey, will you come to my track meet today after school?” tzuyu leans over and gives dahyun a pouty look. “momo and chaeyoung are coming to support me.”
dahyun looks over and really smiles then, “of course i’ll go tzuyu. i wouldn't miss it.”
tzuyu beams back at her, and the teacher starts calling for their attention. dahyun shakes her head, clearing her thoughts of anything that doesn’t have to do with mathematics or excitement for tzuyu’s track meet.
at the end of class, tzuyu waves goodbye to dahyun and rushes to the locker rooms to get changed and ready. she the approaches momo and chaeyoung, still sitting in their seats and chatting animdately about how to answer the challenge question the teacher posted for their homework as extra credit.
“dahyun!” chaeyoung exclaims when she sees her. “what did you get for the problem today?”
she giggles and looks over to momo, who’s probably red in the face the way she’s covering her face with fingers in a V for her eyes to get a better view after arguing with chaeyoung about whose answer is correct.
“chae, you know i don’t do the challenge problems,” dahyun replies, and she gives her a soft look when she pouts back at her. “you guys are going to the track meet today, right?” can we go together?”
they agree to go with her, and she waits for them to pack up their stuff. they all walk out of the building and out toward the field. the sun is beating down on them today, and it’s a reminder that their few weeks of the enjoyable spring is about to transition into summer and that the middle of the semester is transitioning to the end of the year when all the big events in the school calendar are coming up.
“dahyun, are you going to prom this year?” momo asks. now it’s just over a month away, the entire student population is buzzing with conversations and whisper about the dance as well as who’s going to ask who.
“i don’t think anyone’s gonna ask me, so probably not,” dahyun responds nonchalantly.
momo and chaeyoung exchange a look, and she wonders vaguely whether momo and chaeyoung will be going to prom this year or if they’re planning on asking anyone. despite that, her and momo have half their classes together and are involved in all the same extracurricular activities; she's never seen her look too interested in other girls.
maybe momo and chaeyoung could take each other to prom. that would be cute, dahyun thinks.
“you never know, dahyun. maybe someone will surprise you,” chaeyoung says, smiling, uncharacteristically picking on her. she laughs in response, shaking her head.
mostly, dahyun doesn’t feel too bad about the prospect of not going to prom. she imagines that she’d be the type of girl who sits at the table watching all her friends dance like in the movies. and then at the end, her friends pull her to the dance floor, and she has a fun time, regardless of not having a date. but she still has next year for that scene to play out, anyway.
dahyun isn’t also sure whether sana or tzuyu will be going this yea, though she can’t imagine that sana would be lacking in promposals. tzuyu might go just to eat, drink, and dance, always wanting to have fun. without her permission, her mind conjures up an image of you, hair slicked back and in a pretty dress or suit depending on your taste, placing a pretty flower corsage on some ridiculously gorgeous girl who isn’t her.
the trio comes up onto the bleachers and file into a row somewhere in the middle. dahyun sits in between momo and chaeyoung, listening passively as the two girls talk back and forth about which runners they think will win awards or set new record times for their school. the meet is pretty small and not glamorous, just between their school, tdoong high, and misamo academy. the campuses are a short drive apart, so students from either school are filing into the light crowd while the runners are doing their warmups on the track.
after walking all the way to the field in the afternoon heat, she can feel the start of sweat pooling under her arms, so she pulls off her sweater to reveal her cami underneath and lays it down on her lap and over her skirt.
“how do you think mina’s gonna hold up against her old friends, chaeyoung?” momo asks with a smirk.
immediately, chaeyoung’s face heats up, and she presses her lips together, eyes directed toward a raven haired figure in the distance. “she’s been training really hard, so i’m sure she’ll be fine.”
dahyun’s head tilts. she remembers back a few weeks ago when you mentioned that chaeyoung would be too busy with mina to spend time with them, but she had forgotten to ask for more details.
“is there something going on between you and mina, chaeyoung?” dahyun chimes in.
“huh? me and mina?” chaeyoung’s face flames up into a bright red, and dahyun wonders how much of it is from the heat of the sun.
at her other side, she hears momo snicker. “oh, it’s nothing, dahyun. chaeyoung just ‘tutors’ mina every tuesday and wednesday after school,” she says, wagging his brows and making air quotations around the word ‘tutor’ as she does so.
chaeyoung groans and covers her face in her hands, mumbling at momo to be quiet and mind her own business. dahyun smiles at how cute her friend’s acting, even if she can’t imagine how sweet, girl-band grunge chaeyoung would be with someone as quiet and alluring as myoui mina.
“you guys know that nayeon is competing in a sprint too?” dahyun asks momo, hoping to spare chaeyoung any more embarrassment. momo nods excitedly, pointing her finger over to where nayeon and tzuyu are standing, jumping up and down looking like they’re giving each other pep talks.
across the field, a whistle is blown to get everyone’s attention as the first event is about to start. at the same time, dahyun’s phone dings in her lap, ahd her heart skips a beat, hopeful.
y/n:
i see you.
dahyun’s head whips around, searching the crowd for you face. when she spots you across the bleachers, you’re waving at her. her entire body vibrates as she puts up a hand to wave back at you. she sees you type something on your phone with your other hand and hers dings again.
y/n:
come sit with me.
dahyun’s sure that her face is as bright as chaeyoung’s a few minutes agaon when she reads your words and looks back at you. when she notices that you’re sitting in your usual group of friends, she sees the two girls from earlier back in the hallway with you too. she makes eye contact with you again and does an exaggerated motion of shaking her head.
dahyun:
i’m scared of your friends
y/n:
LOL
she sees you get up, say a word to your group, and start in her direction. the girls look shocked as they watch you walking away. despite that the runners are lining up at the starting line now, most of the crowd’s eyes were on you, and dahyun can feel their gaze turn to her when they start to realize where you were headed. dahyun wants to shrink into herself and disappear. she wishes she had kept her sweater on because she has never felt more exposed than at this moment.
“y/n! hey, are you sitting with us?” chaeyoung asks, her mouth widening into a smile as your figure forms before them.
“sup, yeah i am.” you and chaeyoung share a quick hug before she makes space between her and dahyun. her eyes go open as you sit down between them, and the bare skin of your arm grazes hers.
then, your face goes blank as you lean over.
“momo.”
“y/nnie.”
for a moment, you and momo look hard at one another. dahyun doesn’t understand what they have against you and momo, but she thinks she might suffocate sitting in the middle. just in time, another whistle goes off, and she exhales when everyone turns to watch the relay race.
over the course of a few hours, as they watch the different events and cheer on their friends, dahyun learns first that you had come to support jeongyeon and her friend miyeon who also hangs around with you on the weekends after basketball practice. you didn’t realize that dahyun had friends in track and field, so you didn’t invite her because you didn’t want her to come just to be bored.
so you ask dahyun about nayeon and tzuyu, and chaeyoung cuts in to tell you about their two wacky friends and all of their funny antics. momo, for the most part, is quiet for the entire time, except for when tzuyu and nayeon are racing, and she stands to cheer them on.
all of the events today were so close, and dahyun didn’t realize that some teenagers run on a circle would be so nerve racking. in the end, tzuyu’s relay team comes in first. mina sets a new record in the school, and nayeon places third in her own event. jeongyeon and miyeon compete against one another in the 300 hurdles, and miyeon beats out jeongyeon by a slim margin, leaving the crowd hysterical.
while everyone was filling off of the bleachers, your hand rests gently on the curve of dahyun’s lower back to keep her from drifting too far from you into the crowd.
“do you wanna come say hi to my friends before we leave?” you ask from behind, as you’re making your way off the bleachers. your minty breath makes the hairs on the back of her neck stand.
“um…are you sure?” dahyun turns up to try and read the expression on your face, but you’re already waving at a group of your friends from below, farther off into the parking lot.
“don’t be scared, they’re nice.” you reassure, distracted and unaware of the anxiety scratching inside her. your hand presses into her back just slightly, urging her forward.
you two reach the bottom of the stairs, and before parting ways, momo grasps dahyun’s arm. she can almost feel the glare from behind her, even if she doesn’t see it directly.
“i want to talk to you about something tomorrow, okay?” she speaks in a low tone into her ear. dahyun notices that momo’s cheeks were red, and she nods. they agree to meet in the courtyard before tennis practice tomorrow after shool.
when dahyun steps back over to where you were waiting, your amrs were crossed over your chest, face still starkly dark. and your eyes were firing daggers at momo’s retreating form.
“still wanna say goodbye to your friends?” dahyun asks, pulling your attention back to her. your expression softens, and you lead her to where your group is, all sitting or standing around the open trunk of someone’s car with music blasting from it. they’re all joking around and laughing as you and her approach them, but they quiet down when they see dahyun join the group behind you.
“y/n, where the fuck have you been?” jeongyeon’s tone is casual, despite the agressive language. she’s leaning on the back of the car all sweaty and tired looking, you just flash a smirk at her.
“congrats on the race by the way,” you say giving her a brotherly dap, “if it were me though, i would’ve won that.”
“yeah, yeah, fuck off, asshole.”
“i’m actually about to head out, but i wanted to introduce you guys to my friend, dahyun.” you step aside to reveal her from behind. “dubu, this is jeongyeon, if you haven’t figured already. jihyo, sana, casey, and doona.”
dahyun looks up at everyone’s faces as you name the off, giving a small smile and awkward wave of her hand to each of them. she recognizes jihyo and sana as the girls in the hallway earlier and feels herself shrinking when their eyes appraise the entirety of her.
“it’s nice to finally meet you, dahyun.” casey says, shooting her a welcoming smile. even though he was the one of two guys in the group, he was pretty tall and well built. his face is all sharp angles, but eyes and tone of voice are warming. next to him, eunwoo, a boy with a two-block haircut and fair cream skin, flashes another smile with a nod of agreement.
“yeah, now we know who’s been stealing good ol’ prime time over here after school,” jeongyeon adds in with quirk of her lip. dahyun knows she meant it as a joke, but her eyes were half serious.
“heh, sorry about that. it’s nice to finally meet you guys,” dahyun responds, looking down, her voice soft and shy in her own ears.
sana steps forward to her, twirling a strand of dahyun’s hair.
“dahyun, love that name. and your hair. so pretty.” sana’s voice is saccharine sweet, and she smiles with her eyes too, but it looks a lot more sinister despite the happy appearance.
dahyun inadvertently takes a step back from her, wrapping her arms around herself. the other girl, jihyo, breaks into a giggle and tugs her friend back to ease the tension in the air.
“be nice, sana. she looks terrified of you.”
“what? i was being nice.” sana shrugs then turns back to dahyun. “you are so pretty.”
dahyun’s face suddenly flushes, and she mumbles out a quiet thanks. she looks back and forth from sana to jihyo. each of the two girls have similar features but the height difference is what breaks the two. both brunettes with sana having straight hair while jihyo’s was a little wavy. both also have well structured faces along with fair skin and pouty lips, eyes striking but with so much softness behind them.
when she doesn’t know what else to say, dahyun turns to you with a pleading look.
“alright, we’ll be taking our leave now. i’ll see you guys later,” you say, nodding your head at the group. as they turn to walk away, jeongyeon yells after them.
“dahyun! come to the party this saturday. my place.”
you look back at jeongyeon and then back at dahyun.
“maybe!” you call back, pulling dahyun away from them.
by the time you’re pulling out of the parking lot, it was getting late. the sun is nearly setting in the hroizion, and the world around you two is darkening into a blue tint.
“that was really weird,” dahyun states, resting her head on the knuckles of her fist, elbow against the window.
you blow a short laugh through the nose. “yeah, kind of. you don’t have to hang out with them again. i just thought it’d be weird if they didn’t know who you were.”
she peeks over at you, eyes tracing over the angle of your jaw, the point of your nose, the way the loose strand of hair frames your achingly beautiful face.
“why would it be weird if they didn’t know me?” dahyun asks, closing her eyes and singing to herself.
“you know…’cause you’re my friend. and you said they scared you,” you reply with a title of your chin, keeping eyes trained on the road but what you’re saying is straightforward and obvious.
“they still scare me.”
“yeah, well, i tried. it’s not my fault you’re shy.” you tease and reach over to rattle her shoulder. dahyun opens her eyes then and lets out a giggle. whe you pull your hand away, she rethinks her choice of words.
“i know i’m awkward. sorry.” she bites the inside of her cheek, feeling stupid at how anxious she is around people.
“no need to apologize dubu, i find it cute that you’re like that.” you say, lips quirking up at the sides. you glance over her, and dahyun could put money on the fact that what you just said can make her face blow up with pink all over. luckily for you, it was working how dahyun’s cheeks were betraying her.
the rest of the short drive back home, it’s a comfortable silence. when you pull into the driveway of her home, dahyun stalls getting out. it’s between eight to nice, and the only light left is the reflection of your headlights from her house’s garage door.
she nearly spent five hours with you today, and still, she doesn’t want to leave. she imagines getting out of the car into the cool air would sting as much as ripping off a bandaid and letting the wound bleed right through completely.
dahyun looks at her skirt and plays with a loose thread at the end of the. she can feel your eyes on her, probably waiting for her to say something or leave, but she doesn’t think she can do one or the other for that matter.
“dahyun?”
“hmm.?”
“you know we’re here, right?”
dahyun looks up to the sky at an angle, hiding her tugged smile, “i know.”
she looks down and up at you again, eyes meeting. no matter how many times she sees you, the intensity of your jewel toned irises send a shock down her spine. her gaze flickers down to your lips, and she wonders for a split second what they would feel like against hers.
“dahyun.”
her name is whispered with a plea as you lean forward, placing your hand on the back of her neck to pull their faces within mere inches of one another. she’s intoxicated by the blow of your cool breath on her lips.
your eyes fall closed, and dahyun leans forward, kissing you.
the feel of your mouth on dahyun’s is searing. your hand is at the back of her neck, hodling her firmly in place as your lips are moving against one another. this new feeling burns at dahyun’s insides until she’s left with a molten, aching center, yearning more and more of you.
she presses her hands to your shoulders, pulling you closer. you’re nipping at her bottom lip with your teeth, lapping it over with your tongue to soothe the firm pressing, and dahyun can’t help but let out the whimper that escapes her mouth. her hands then slide down to your chest, crumpling up the fabric of your shirt—everything in her body is catching on fire of this wanting.
the hint of anticipation licks at her skin, and she’s hoping that you’ll do something more, touching her, feeling her, to not stop at making her feel this way. instead, you pull away, and dahyun tries to fight down the whine from the loss of contact. your foreheads are resting against each other, and she’s drinking up the breath from your lips and into her face. you’re still holding the nape of her neck, and the other hand is clutching to hers, fist on chest, squeezing her hand ever so slightly.
nothing happens for a minute, but in that little pocket of space where it’s just you two in the car, away from the world, the desire burning inside dahyun cools into a sudden rush of anxiety. she just kissed you. she just kissed you, and she liked it so much.
did you like it? is this how you were in your other relationships? i don’t even think i’ve ever been kissed this way before…?
dahyun then thinks back to what jihyo and sana said earlier today. “i bet she’s just the rebound like how y/n is with everyone else.”
“dahyun…” you whisper again, before placing another chaste kiss on her lips and pulling away from her completely. she leans back into the cushion of your car seat and looks back down at the thread of her skirt that she was picking at before, feeling shy and embarrassed at her lack of experience. if a kiss could make her feel this way, then how would everything else she thought would happen really—
“hey, look at me.”
she’s caught off guard by your words, and she’s unable to deny anything from her mind. “was that okay?” you ask, brows slightly crinkled with a worry, expression full of concern with what you two just did.
dahyun nods slowly, then looks down again, now clutching her thigh. your hand freely swoops over to grab hers, and you pull it over back to you, clasping it with the other over your leg. “please, tell me what you’re thinking.” you say gently.
“y/n…” dahyun hushes out, still trying to find the right words that can convey her emotions the best. “shy did you suddenly want to hang out with me again?” she asks, the doubt creeping through her face.
“i–” you close your mouth before taking the lump in your throat downward. “i missed you. i just wanted us to be friends again.”
“and that’s the only reason? you just wanted us to be friends?!”
you take a moment to gather your thoughts, your eyes landing on dahyun’s face yet again, hers searching for any sigh of dishonesty and ambiguity. looking out the window into the coolness of the night, you let out a deep breath that rattles your teeth, lips finding the arches of her knuckles kissing them. “i wanted to be in your life again. i want to be whatever you want me to be.”
dahyun looks at you, the uncertainty in her eyes while yours was carried with a vulnerability that she hasn’t seen from you in a very long time. her desire for more of you and the natural reflex of her to hide, to keep herself safe, a tumultuous war within her.
you win, of course, because you’ve already let dahyun surrender herself to you at a point where it’s so badly needed.
“do you want to come inside?” dahyun asks you, but really, she’s begging. a pause is in the air after she asks you, and the emotions are splayed across your face, but you settle on one and an answer behind it.
“i don’t think i should,” you answer softly, breaking a smile, but it there was a tinge of pain under it—your hand still clasped with hers.
“please.” she whispers, almost fooling herself that you didn’t hear the desperation in her voice. you look out the window away, scrunching your eyes closed before dipping your head down, pulling her hand close to you again for another kiss.
“i really want to. i do, believe me.” you mumble, eyes trained on her as her small hand is nestled with your cheek. “i’ll see you tomorrow instead, okay?”
your rejection stings, and dahyun looks away from you. she didn’t want to see your apologetic look that you’re giving her, the pouted face that she knows that you make whenever you two would argue over something. the immensity of her feelings for you hangs on her neck like it might strangle her, and it hurts to think that you don’t feel it too. regardless, she nods and pulls her hand away.
once you said goodbye to her at the door and a skincare regimen later, dahyun lies in bed staring at the blinking light of the smoke detector in near complete darkness. it was way past her bedtime, and she should be asleep by now, but every time she closes her eyes, she pictures your lips on her, your hand holding the back of her neck in place. she pictures your twinkling eyes, so bright and filled with a universe within those irises, running over the bare skin of her shoulders.
there’s a weight pulling at the center of her, full of something that belongs to you. she rubs her thighs together, trying to soothe the sensation that would definitely keep her up at night. it doesn’t help her case however, she can’t stop imagining what it would be like if you had come in earlier, next to her on the bed, if you were on top of her right now. her hand slithers down the waistband of her shorts, sliding it away soon after of the hope that would come true to her.
“y/n…” she whispers into the darkness, and drifts off soon after that.
dahyun gives you the usual goodbye as the bell rang for the first class of the day. the ride to school was more casual than she expected it to be, neither of you bringing up the kiss from the day before. she was lacking too much sleep to really hold a conversation with you, and you didn’t say much either, other than saying that you’d be waiting for her to finish tennis practice.
it’s passing period, and dahyun is opening the combination of her locker when a pair of dainty hands come up behind her to cover her eyes, obscuring her vision.
“guess who?!” a chirpy voice calls from behind. dahyun laughs and turns back to see chuu, hands up and framing his face as if to present herself. “it’s your other best friend that you never talk to!” she exclaims cheekily.
“hi bestie.” dahyun replies, rolling her eyes. she and chuu had nearly been inseparable freshman year when chuu was new to the school and town, having moved to the suburban sides from the city. chuu was the one who taught dahyun the wonders of mascara and lip gloss, and in return, dahyun introduced her to tzuyu. the three of them used to slather face masks on each other and giggle about nonsense in sleepovers friday nights.
it wasn’t until recently when dahyun had seen much of chuu. they didn’t have classes together this semester, and her friend had branched out more socially in the past couple years than dahyun was ever interested in. it didn’t help that chuu was also busy, except with the student board, tennis, and a few other clubs around school.
still though, it was still a point to acknowledge their closeness when they did see one another.
chuu grabs dahyun’s shoulder, pressing the locker door to mask their conversation away from the bustling hallway. “i heard from half the school that you’re having a little fun with y/n.” she accuses, her whisper breath hot on dahyun’s ear.
dahyun snaps up, gasping. “huh!?!” a few heads turn to look at them, suspicious eyes from all directions. chuu glares at the people surrounding them, then pulls at dahyun’s sleeve to lead her down the hall where there was a vacant corner.
“so? is it true? how is she?” chuu demands in a hush, her bright brown eyes twinkling with a hopeful answer.
“do you really believe what you’re hearing around here?” dahyun responds, shaking her head.
“oh, yeah? then why did you get out of y/n’s car this morning like you haven’t slept a single wink?”
“well–” dahyun flushes, her imaginings of you from last night flashing through her head. “i just couldn’t sleep, and y/n lives two houses down from me, so we’ve been…carpooling.” she explains, the defense was reasonable, but it sounds not really convincing to her own ears.
“right, right. and that’s why she ditched her friends to sit with you at tzuyu’s track meet.” chuu retorts, and dahyun’s mouth falls open.
“how do you even know that? you weren’t even at the track!”
“word travels fast, dub. especially with miss rubber band around here.” chuu says, her face is entirely too serious.
miss rubber band!? at dahyun’s sudden choked expression, chuu continues. “you know. because how she’s bouncing around relationships.” she adds, matter-of-factly.
“what the actual…no, well–i’ve heard but i don’t believe that to be true at all, chuu.”
“sure, and it looks like it’ll be your turn, sooner or later?” chuu suggests, smirking up at her friend. dahyun’s entire body might shut down at this moment. the idea that half the school thinks she’s next in line for a potential rebound was a little overwhelming for her.
the first bell rings, saving her from any more embarrassment.
“i’ll come find you, we’re not done with this conversation.” chuu says, her index finger pointing at dahyun’s face as she turns to walk away.
that entire day, dahyun’s head is spinning with words that people might be saying about you and her. was she being a ‘rebound' right now? did the kiss from last night even qualify as that? did someone see them yesterday? how closely have people been watching her interactions with you? if any of those are true to the case, what happens next? were you just gonna move onto the next girl to fall for you? does touching herself at the thought of you being on top of her also relevant to this issue?
everywhere she turns in the halls, dahyun feels the pool of eyes on her, staring into her soul, listening to the words in her head. she imagines people murmuring her name at the sight of her just simply walking down. whenever someone would speak, she’s afraid she might hear her name from their mouths.
in an attempt to avoid any suspicion or speculation, she tries to sit in the back row for class today, focusing solely on taking notes. she hunches over with eyes downcast, hoping that if she doesn’t see anyone, then no one can see her. walking between classes, she avoids your pathing, not wanting anyone to see the intimacy of your waves at her.
when it’s the last period of the day, dahyun’s mentally and emotionally exhausted. so when tzuyu walks in, panting, eyes wild, saying,
“eonnie, i remembered what i was supposed to tell you yesterday.”
she looks at her loving friend, sighing an exhausted breath. dahyun doesn’t think she has any remaining capacity for any more information.
“can you tell me later? i’ve had enough of hearing today as it is.”
“no. you need to know right now. like, i really, really need to tell you right now.” tzuyu implores, eyes flickering over to the door and then back to dahyun.
“if this is about miss rubber band, then i already know.” dahyun replies, exasperated. she throws her head down on the dsk, laying against the crook of her elbow.
“miss who now?!” tzuyu throws a bewildered look but shakes the idea from her head, apparently having more important matters to discuss. “momo is going to ask you to prom. today.”
dahyun perks up, the monolids now turned to double eyelids, and exclaims loudly, “what!?!?!?”
for the second time today, her reaction elicited strange looks from the people around her.
“shhhhh!” tzuyu slaps her hand over dahyun’s mouth. “she’s gonna be here any second.”
right on cue, momo and chaeyoung enter the room, looking like they’re engrossed in conversation. dahyun grabs tzyyu by the collar and pulls the girl against her face.
“why would she do that?” she cries, quiet enough for only tzuyu to hear. her friend shoots her another look that says, really?
“uh, maybe because she’s in love with you?”
dahyun’s brows scrunch together, and she opens her mouth to respond, but before she can say anything, the late bell rings and everyone takes their seat. their trigonometry teacher starts the class and begins writing notes on the overhead. dahyun is about resign herself to focusing on the lession when tzuyu pokes her with the back of her pencil to get her attention.
she looks up at her, and tzuyu is holding up her notebook with the words, what are you going to do?? scribbled onto the page. dahyun shakes her head and mouths, “i don’t know.”
her eyes drift toward the front of the room to stare hard at the back of momo’s head, wondering what tzuyu meant when she said that she was in love with her. she probably feels bad that no one will ask her and doesn’t want her to feel excluded when the rest of their friends are at the dance. her heart squeezes a little in her chest. she’s the type of girl who’s kind enough to look out for her like that.
but as always, her thoughts circle back to you. what would she think if she agreed to go to prom with momo? would you even care? she’s just the rebound like how y/n is with everyone else. dahyun frowns as the words echo in her mind again. you and her might have kissed yesterday, but that doesn’t mean you’re interested in her beyond anything physical.
even then… if that was all you wanted from her, she thinks she would give you that much.
her phone buzzes in her lap, and she looks at the screen to see your name pop up.
y/n:
are you mad at me?
another buzz, just two seconds after.
y/n:
im sorry about yesterday
you probably regret that kiss. maybe you didn’t want to cross that line with dahyun after. you said that all you wanted was to be in her life again, and dahyun was the one who would get out of your car, who stared, starved, at your lips, who kissed you first.
dahyun:
what are you sorry about?
another buzz.
y/n:
can we talk after class?
dahyun:
i have to meet up with momo after class
y/n:
see me first
it’ll be quick
dahyun:
okay
the rest of the class goes on learning how to graph trig functions and explaining conditional identities while dahyun’s brain works overtime trying to connect the dots and solve her own convoluted problems. she doesn’t understand how she got into this mess in the first place, and she can’t seem to figure a way out of it.
one hour later, and her brain talks itself in circles. is momo really going to ask her to the dance? what would she say if she does? does she want to go to prom with momo? does she want to go at all? what do you want to talk to her about today? do you even know what other people are saying? should she apologize to you? should she apologize to momo?
the questions swirl in dahyun’s mind until eventually, the school day is nearly up and the teacher gives them the last few minutes to talk amongst themselves. she sees momo turn back with a smile and give her a shy wave, which she returns, despite the chaos inside her.
momo stands, putting on her backpack, then starts over to them. tzuyu gives dahyun a look before turning and smiling back at momo too.
“hey, tzu.” momo says, looking at dahyun. tzuyu greets her back, but the words fall on deaf ears. “we’re still meeting before tennis practice today, right?”
dahyun nods slowly, wondering whether meeting her is still a good idea when she doesn’t know if she would want to go with her to prom. “yeah, um, actually i have to do something before, but i’ll meet you there.”
“cool.”
she tries to smile, to hide her uncertainty, and momo smiles back, distracted. the final bell rings, and she waves at the two of them, mumbling, “see you in a bit, dahyun,” before walking out. she looks around the room in search of chaeyoung, but she seems to have left already, which is unlike her.
dahyun and tzuyu leave the classroom together. she picks up her phone to text you asking where they should meet, but just as she enters the hallway, her nose bumps into a broad chest covered in a black t-shirt. dahyun jumps, startled, about to pull back and apologize to whoever she just ran into, but your hands come up to her sides and stabilizes her.
when she loks up, your name falls out of her mouth in recognition. you smile down at her sweetly, and your lips form the shape of her bame. somehow, she feels both relief fill her chest and nervousness slosh around her ears at the sight of you.
she turns to see tzuyu’s mouth gape open at the two of you. you wave a hello to her as dahyun waves a goodbye, and tzuyu continues on her way, probably deciding to interrogate dahyun on the juicy details later.
you lead dahyun down through the crowd of people rushing to leave school, and just like every other time she’s been with you, she can feel the prying eyes leering over again. she doesn’t know if she could ever brush it off so easily, the way you seem to.
eventually, you arrive at a small, grassy plot at the back of the school where few people go, and dahyun lets out a breath when she finds there’s no one else there to eavesdrop on them. regardless, you and her stand behind a tree, using the trunk and sagging branches to shield yourselves just in case.
she sees your frown and has to tamper down the urge to kiss at the wrinkles on your face, to soothe whatever was upsetting you.
“i’m sorry for kissing you yesterday.” you start, looking away from her. it’s one of the few times dahyun has ever seen you blush.
“y/n, i—”
“i really like you, dahyun. i like you so much. but i don’t want to force you into anything.” you interrupt her. dahyun’s eyes widen, and she can feel her own face heat up. she thinks she should say something, anything right now, but she doesn’t have the words. you grab hold of her hands and continue on.
“i asked to start hanging out with you again because i heard a while back that momo was planning on asking you to prom. and i realized how little i knew about what was going on in your life. and i…i couldn’t stand the idea of you going to prom with her.” you confess, looking down at your hands. the vulnerability in your face reminds her of the girl she’s known all her life.
dahyun still can’t find the words, so instead, she tiptoes, reaching up to hold your face and presses her lips against yours. you let out a surprised noise before sinking into her, wrapping your arms around her waist to pull her closer to you. this time, the kiss feels more like a sigh, like relief. this time, dahyun has to be the one to pull back and look at you, her hands still holding your face.
“do you really mean that? you really like me? you just don’t wanna…” dahyun hides herself in the crook of your neck, “...use me as a rebound?” she mumbles the lsat bit under her breath, feeling embarssed for asking at all.
“i don’t just want to what?” you gape, seemingly offended by the words she used. “did you say use you as a rebound? where the fuck did you hear that, dahyun?” you pull back from her to look at her face, gripping her arms. anger flashes through your eyes.
dahyun’s eyes widen, lower lip quivering. jihyo and sana’s faces flash through her mind, but she swallows the memory.
“chuu told me that people have been saying we’re getting toegher and…” dahyun whispers into your chest, unable to look at you.
“ugh, fuck.” you groan out, wrapping your arms around her again, pulling her into you. “i don’t know what people’s obsession with walking about me is, but they’re really fucking stupid.”
dahyun watches your jaw clench and unclench, like you’re trying to contain yourself. guilt squeezes in your gut. she presses a kiss to your shoulder, wanting to calm you.
“i’m sorry. i know you already told me not to listen to the rumors, but i…” she trails off, unable to describe the insecurity that rattles through her.
“no, i'm sorry. people can say whatever the fuck they want about me, but have nothing to do with it. i’m sorry for dragging you into this.” you sigh again and rest your chin on the top of her head, inhaling her scent like she’s an infant.
“dahyun, do you like me?” you whisper, still holding her to you. “because i like you so much.”
her heart is rattling in her chest, and she knows her feelings for you are more than she can say. but she responds to you how she thinks she should.
“i like you, y/n.” the words muffled in your chest. she hugs your abdomen tighter, scared and embarrassed. so you stand there, holding each other, and for a moment, the anxious voices in dahyun’s head quiet. in your arms, she’s safe.
then, her phone chimes, and she remembers where she’s supposed to be.
“oh god. it’s almost 3. i think momo is going to ask me to prom right now.” she says, covering her mouth with her hand, unsure of what to do.
“don’t go.” your voice is soft, but the intensity of your gaze on her is commanding. “tell her you’re busy.”
you squeeze her waist, arms holding steadfast around her. dahyun leans her head down onto your chest and thinks that if she goes to see momo, she’ll have to be away from you, even for just a short time. the thought turns her entire body into protest.
her phone chimes again, and she thinks about momo, and the kindness she’s always shown her, the kindness she would be showing her by asking. she thinks about how she’s arlady agreed to see her today, and the obligation nearly tears her from you.
but then, you whisper, “please.”
what can she do to appease you?
“okay.”
dahyun texts momo back, apologizing to her for not being able to make it, and then you and her run hand-in-hand to your car, giggling like two kids in love because they are.
when you get into your car, her lips find yours again. they become a mashing of teeth, a tangle of limbs, the sliding of two tongues, a mixed songs of pants and moans. and when that isn’t anough, you ask dahyun if she wants to come over to your house because your parents had left for a weekend getaway this morning. dahyun can’t agree fast enough.
the entire tide back is about eight minutes long, but you’re gripping dahyun’s thigh, squeezing every so often, as to remind her of how much she wants you, as if she could forget (not ever). dahyun feels a burning sensation within her, the ache of a dense ball for you, squashing out any nervousness she might have.
you glance back and forth with each other, not speaking, tension weighing too heavy for words. you’re past her house, and briefly, dahyun wonders if her parents are home. but the next second after, it’s at the driveway of your house, and you’re throwing the car into park, yanking the keys form the ignition slot.
both of you try to walk casually to the front door, in case of any neighbors watching. dahyun’s become too aware of where her body is in relation to yours, following directly behind you, nearly stepping on the backs of your heels.
once the door was unlocked, and it’s been countless times before, it still feels like the first time with the way the kitchen is empty of your mom, the way you lead her up the staris with an arm around her waist, the way you pull her through the door of your bedroom, slamming it shut, pushing her against it.
your hot mouth is on dahyun’s neck, fingers pushing up against the fabric of her outfit, digging into her waist. it’s all too much for her as she’s flustered, whimpering quietly.
there’s a shift of movement from your door to the bed when you’re sitting dahyun down, you give her another delicate kiss before kneeling in front of her, hodling one of her hands with your pair, looking up at her like she’s the goddess of your shrine.
“dahyun,” you breathe out, almost like a prayer. “i’ll take it slow, i promise.” you kiss her knuckles, eyes squeezing shut as you do so. when you open them again, the expression is almost too severe. “just promise that you’ll stop me if something’s wrong or if there’s anything you don’t want to do.”
she nods, but you shake your head unconvinced. “i need you to say it, dahyun.”
“i promise. i’ll stop you if it’s too much.” even as she says the words, she knows that there isn’t much she wouldn’t be willing to do with you, for you.
“okay, now where was i?” your voice was low enough to make her tremble. she reaches out to you ascending from your kneeling position, catching your lips with her, and she pulls you on top of her.
just your weight bearing down on her is enough to make dahyun light headed with want again. you kiss her softly, slowly. your mouth is full of sweet, whispered affirmations, warming her skin with how much you like her, how beautiful she is, how she’s the only one for you as you trail around the shell of her ear, then her neck and shoulders. she might find comfort in the level of care you put into this moment if she weren’t so needy for more of you.
she’s pulling you back to her mouth, deepening the kiss, and running her tongue over yours, sucking on your lower lip. her hands trace over the defined lines of your midsection, riding up your shirt, your breath hitching from the sudden coolness of her nails against your skin.
“dahyun.” you look down at her face for a moment, and she’s looking back up at you with a whole-hearted trust and surrender.
“y/n.” she quietly whines out, tugging at your shirt, hands grazing over where the top part of your hip meets the fabric of your cargo pants. “get rid of this.”
you’re ripping the shirt off to show a white sports bra, throwing it over you like it was offensive. turning back to dahyun again, the distance zeroed in with a new purpose.
the cylindrical line of her neck is where your lips are planted, sucking hard. you have one hand holding her cheek while the other is palming her breast through her bra. a moan through her lips to yours was the implication of approval with what you’re doing, and dahyun is loving it.
dahyun’s arm slithers around your waist while you perch back up to kiss her again with both hands on her face, this time the contact is a lot more intimate than before, the both of you are taking your sweet time compared to the sudden urgency at the doorway of your room and even in your car. each lip lock filled with much more care and love behind it before you’re pulling away with eyes fluttering open.
it’s all a mess, lips are parted, breaths are heavy, heart rates have been accelerated to over mach 10, but it was so worth it and the both of you knew that. you plop over to her left side on the bed while dahyun makes herself comfortable in a spooning position with your arm over her waist. a much deserved place for dahyun—one that was waiting for her all this time.
“you’re so pretty.” you mumble softly, moving a wisp of dahyun’s hair away from her forehead before giving another light kiss to her cheek then resting your head against the nook of her shoulders.
“i like this.” she whispers out, feeling your breath against her clavicle as the sudden wave of sleepiness takes over you two.
dahyun was the first one to wake up, and the first thing she notices is how safe and warm she feels. your arms are encircled around her completely, the comforter over you and her as well.
there’s a light orange of light filtering through the blinds that shows it’s sundown, and the nap she took with you could be for an hour or more. she tries to move only to be restricted by your arms tightening around her.
she twists herself around to look at your face, innocent and soft in sleep. on another day, in another life, dahyun might want to spend the entire day sleeping in your arms. but for right now, she presses her lips to your cheeks and chin.
“y/n?” dahyun speaks lightly, shaking your shullder just slightly, trying to wake you up. your eyes flash open and you’re inhaling deeply with a hand over your face to scrub the tiredness away.
“dub, how long have we been asleep?” you ask, voice husky, stirring something inside her.
“i think for an hour or so.” she replies, so you give her another chaste kiss, then untangling yourself from her body sitting up, putting your hands in your face again to get you awake. when you’re cracking your neck and rustling your hair, dahyun keeps her gaze locked onto you as you stare up at the ceiling before meeting her eyes again.
“you okay?” you chuckle out, “why are you—”
dahyun then catches you off by surprise when she sits herself on your lap, naturally placing your hands on her hips as dahyun embraces the high ground advantage. you lips are parted as her face is inches away from yours, studying your features. she notices the hit of your puffed lips from the earlier makeout sesh while you study the subtle marks you put on her neck—they weren’t noticeable, but it’s there.
“hm?” you sound off with closed lips, “what’s the next move?”
“shh.” dahyun orders and her hands shift your head upwards with the space between your mouths filled with your faces. this time it was your turn to be on the receiving end of this, groaning slightly at the newfound surge that dahyun was possessed by, her fingers getting tangled in your hair as your hands are under her shirt, feeling the small dip of her spine and her snatched waist.
dahyun’s hair falls onto one side as her hand finds itself on you neck, her other arm wrapped around the back of it as you hum with delight with how she’s handling you like you did with her. she thought that she’d be nervous, but if it’s with you, then she could care less about how to make you feel.
your hands lock themselves on the back of dahyun’s hips, pulling away to see the flushed chceks and wide pupils in all of it’s glory.
“this is nice. god, why didn’t we do this before?” you ask breathlessly.
“maybe because you’re an idiot.” dahyun responds, laughing lightly as she dips her head to meet yours. her fingers are fiddling with the roots on the back of your head, rubbing your neck as you give her a soft smile of approval. you pick up where you left off pouting your lips for another kiss when there’s a sudden vibration on the nightstand.
it takes about two rings for dahyun to answer her mom on the other end of the phone. “hello?”
“dahyun, where are you? it’s almost dinner.” her mom asks.
“i’m at y/n’s house right now, we were just…studying.” she answers, trying to keep herself composed when you come up behind her on the edge of the bed, kissing the hanging earlobe and area behind it.
“oh, you’re with y/n? you could ask her to come along and have dinner with us!”
“sure, i’ll be there in a bit.” dahyun replies, hanging up the phone after.
“studying, huh?” you say into her ear, teasing with a smile against it.
dahyun looks over at you, face bright red while you have a shit faced grin stretched all over. if her mom knew what she was actually doing over her, she might never see the light outside of her house again.
“you’re annoying!” she exclaims, falling back into the bed as you crack a snicker. after a second, you lay next to dahyun, resting your upper body on your elbow. you stare into dahyun’s eyes, and the single second stretches into another tender moment.
dahyun is about to lean up to kiss you again when you shift your head up at the last second to touch your lips with the tip of her nose.
“we should get going. i’m hungry anyway.”
you’re walking together in the fifty feet that it takes to get from your house to dahyun’s, unable to stand being even an inch apart from one another. when you two get to the door, you stall for just a second.
“okay, just be chill about it. the last thing i want your mom to assume that we’re messing around.”
dahyun nods. chill. should be simple anyway. you look at her, eyes soft, and pull her hand up to press a kiss to her knuckle before letting go. you open the door first and let dahyun in and the smell of jokbal fills the air.
“dahyun? is that you?” her mom’s voice calls from the kitchen.
“yeah! i brought y/n with me!” she responds, as you take off your track jacket and shoes at the door before stepping more into the house. her mom pops her head out to see you two, and her face lights up at the sight of you before walking over.
“y/n! oh my gosh it’s been so long!” dahyun’s mom pulls you in for a loving hug with a kiss to your cheek, pulling away and grasping your shoulders. “what have you been eating? you look so good and healthy.”
you laugh, putting a hand over the back of your head. “thanks for inviting me over mama kim. you’re literally the best.” you say, smiling, and following her and dahyun into the kitchen. “is that–”
“yours and dahyun’s favorite!” and you're letting out a big whoop out your mouth shaped ‘o’ at the sight of the jokbal set at the dinner table. “you shouldn’t have. do you need any help?”
“just get the plates and utensils. dahyun can you get the japchae behind me?” to which she nods at her mom before swiftly moving around the kitchen to get the dish.
few minutes pass and the four of you including dahyun’s dad are all at the table digging in, chatting back and forth with the usual questions about school and how your parents are doing—all the fun stuff to share since it has been a while that you’ve seen dahyun’s parents. the conversation dulls over to all of the times where you would knock at the door for dahyun’s mom to greet you asking if dahyun’s in her room or if you can come inside.
“did you forget when chaeyoung with the—”
“and when dahyun got all scared about–”
the whole table bursts out into laughter, and dahyun chuckles at the embarrassment she feels over her parents having to retell stories from their childhood in front of a much more coller and well matured version of you when dahyun feels like the same girl you’ve seen her as for most of your life.
“say, what’s up with chaeyoung? it’s been a while since i’ve heard about her too.” dahyun’s mom asks.
“well, she has a new girlfriend so she’s been busy with that and with school as well.”
“good for her, i hope she’s treating her girlfriend well knowing her.” dahyun’s mom adds.
“what about you, y/n? are you in a relationship right now?” her dad asks suggestively.
dahyun lets a quick air out of her nose before tapping the table. “dad! don’t ask her that.” she says, upset at the sudden switch of people.
her dad laughs, putting up his hands in surrender. “sorry, didn’t know it was a sensitive subject.”
“it’s just a little weird, that’s all.”
you laugh awkwards to ease the energy, looking over at dahyun, “dahyun, it’s fine. to answer your question, i do like someone at the moment, so i’m hoping they feel the same way.”
dahyun’s face heats up again, and she glances up to see her mom’s eyes darting back and forth between the two of them.
“well, i hope that you get some good luck with that.” her dad responds with a sincere smile.
at the end of the dinner, you and dahyun help clear the table, and her dad tells you two that he’s got it under control, so dahyun walks you out into the night to say goodbye.
once the front door closes, you look at her from the steps with your hands in the pockets of your track jacket, smiling at dahyun over the hanging light. “good thing you were chill about it.”
dahyun exhales sharply before pressing her face to a frown, earning another laugh from you as she taps your shoulder urging you to stop. soon after, you’re reaching out to caress the skin on her face with your thumb.
“it’s okay. i think your dad is very supportive of me still.” you say, looking down at her when dahyun reaches the end of the small steps.
the only light out now is the one bulb on the front porch, and dahyun feels an annoyancee at how you can still look so beautiful with the dim light and poor quality. then, that feeling settles in ehr gut as something more aching. she closes the distance between you, tilting her head up to kiss you. you smile against her lips, but after a few seconds, pulling away with hands on her arms.
“your parents are literally inside past the door. do you really want me killed by them?” you whsiper, and dahyun sighs, disappointedly.
“good night, y/n”
“good night, dahyun.” you respond, letting go of her. “i’ll text you after basketball, okay?”
dahyun nods before seeing your off, heading inside after.
“honey, i know there’s something going on with you and y/n.” her momo says, standing with her arms crossed in dahyun’s bedroom door frame.
“ma! no, there’s not!” dahyun groans out, hiding her face in her pillow. she hears her mom step over to her and sit down on the side of the bead. her mom places a gentle hand on her back.
“i’ve seen the way you look at her. i know something happened between you two.” her mom’s voice was deliberate, but she had a point. dahyun holds her breath, hoping that if she’s silent enough, her mom will take the hint and leave.
“y/n is a good kid, we’ve known her for years, but i just want you to be careful okay?” dahyun sits up from her bed as her mom gives her another look with a smile.
“you two kissed outside our house didn’t you?”
“mom!”
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Until you come back home
Minatozaki Sana x reader
Synopsis: Sana meets you when you come to Seoul to present her company's new American shareholders, falling for you immediately. You get married and have plenty of ups and downs until your marriage finally seems to get happy and stable. That is, until she realizes her son looks exactly like her best friend and shareholder, Momo.
Warnings: g!p Sana, g!p Momo, cheating, toxic relationships, drinking, pregnancy, children (?), cursing. they’re all little shits. if any of that doesn’t appeal to you pls don’t read it.
Word count: 6.6k
Notes: this is v messy, but I wanted it to be messy. it was written in a different style, but that’s because I wasn’t supposed to explain reader and sana’s entire relationship... I understand this can be an unpleasant topic so pls remember it’s only a work of fiction; I don’t condone toxic relationships or any type of cheating. Also I wanted to say this was supposed to be 600 words long n i do hate myself
Sana knew you were special from the first time you entered the room. You were tall, lithe, and imposing—your presence immediately making everyone’s eyes dart around your curves and exquisite appearance. You entered the company—her company, like you owned the place, making it your personal runaway as you paved your way through the hallways, bored eyes critically judging each and every spot of the building like nothing you’d see there would ever surprise you.
Their attention was all on you, from the moment you placed your papers on the table to the last minute of the conference. There was something about the way you held yourself: as if no one was worthy enough of more than a few seconds of your attention. You’ve barely given her a proper look, which fueled a fire within Sana. How could you not immediately fall on your knees for her? She was The Minatozaki Sana, after all: CEO and biggest shareholder of JYPE Entertainment. People fought for a single second of her attention, a mere look of her making them immediately do anything she’d command. Yet, you didn’t pay her anything further than a polite, professional conversation, as if she gave a fuck about the meeting. It hurt her pride to have you look so uninterested in her presence, your posture perfectly contained as you took whatever criticism she’d made about your presentation with a neutral face. Of course, you’d exposed your points with excellence, but that wasn’t in the matter anymore: Sana wanted to bring a reaction— anything, out of you… and if she had to use humiliation to get it, then she’d gladly do it.
It was on that very moment, once you were done with your lecture over the potential American shareholders for her Korean-japanese company, that she decided to have you to herself.
Sana had to admit she was a complete jerk, though, being too harsh with you as she gave you her immediate feedback. However, it wasn’t like she was the one to blame for that: it was you who provoked her, trying to act all indifferent and unbothered. You deserved it.
Deep down, Sana knew this wasn’t the simple game she was used to playing whenever people wanted her attention. You genuinely couldn’t care less about her— yes, she was ridiculously hot, but so were thousands of people in your life. Besides, she was too full of herself to your liking.
That aroused her. Secretly pleased her, too.
Still, you didn’t indulge her obvious offense at the conference room, simply nodding and waiting for her employees to leave so you could too.
“I will make sure to take your words further to the shareholders, Mrs Minatozaki. Have a pleasant evening.” You told her, returning her smile with an even more poisonous one.
She could go fuck herself for all you could care.
And so you left, leaving Sana urging to get under your skin and your sheets, the image of your disdained face etched in her brain.
-
Minatozaki Sana made the transactions to the shareholders way more troublesome than and they should have been. The woman made sure you (and she accepted no one else) flew to Seoul a ridiculous amount of times over months to gather little documents, deliver signatures or simply discuss frivolous contract lines that could’ve been solved with 1 hour long online meetings. It delighted her to see you in tight pencil skirts, discussing whatever she problematized as if Sana wasn’t being the biggest bitch on earth. Not once did you complain — not to her, not to her employees, who you’ve made acquaintances with from how often you saw them. Instead, you played along in her game, returning her poisonous stares with equal fire. You were getting paid to travel, attend luxurious hotels and work significantly less, since your bosses had assigned you to focus solely on this specific matter. Sana might be a bitch, but you could sure benefit from it.
In fact, the unbuttoned shirts and the low necklines you wore were all for her. You enjoyed how worked up she got with the minor things you did. You weren’t stupid: you knew she wanted you, and you partly enjoyed teasing her, too. It was only a matter of when. Which was why, when the woman finally asked you out on a date, you shrugged, agreeing on it without much excitement. The contract was almost closed, and you’d finally be free of this terrible city. You hated Seoul: the cold bothered you too much and the people were much more reserved to your liking, a clear contrast to your beloved San Francisco.
She took you to a fancy restaurant (since, naturally, Sana only went to the best.), and you were surprised, perhaps a bit bitter, too, to know that she was a surprisingly interesting woman— not quite the shallow bitch you first thought. She liked art, nature, movies and she listened to you attentively too, not like people would usually do. It was like she actually listened, and you felt completely exposed at her gaze. Soon enough, you’d spent hours talking to her freely, finding yourself enjoying the evening. It was a pleasant surprise, to have a nice night in Seoul for once. Besides, it was only for some fun, and you were pretty convinced she only wanted to get under your panties because you didn’t pay her that much attention ever since the two of you met. You’d soon go back home and forget about it, so why not? She was a pretty and successful woman, after all.
Besides, Sana did know how to fuck a woman, you got to give her that. You let her drive you safely to your hotel, so it was only natural you invited her over for some fun. She fucked you senseless, her big cock thrusting hard and without mercy onto you until your throat was raw from screaming and moaning her name for hours. You hated to admit, but it was indeed the best sex of your life. Only because of that, you decided to accept her request for a breakfast date before you parted to the airport, surprised she was not disinterested after getting the attention she so desperately wanted. Hadn't she proven her point, already?
Thankfully, you’d soon return to San Francisco, and the little rendezvous would soon be just a fun story to tell your friends on a night out. You said your goodbyes to the woman (and of course, you fucked again; as if you’d ever waste the opportunity of having a good fuck. The café’s bathroom was a bit too small, but you made it work. You fell apart at her cock just the same, the intense orgasm shuddering you.) and made your way back home, feeling content to be back.
-
You should’ve known a woman like Minatozaki Sana was not one for leaving things behind. Before you knew it, she was coming to your company personally (to discuss critical matters, she explained, as if you were stupid enough to fall for that), and you found yourself under her once again. You quickly learned the two of you were just about the same: proud, cocky, impatient and spoiled women, both used to getting things your way without much effort. Which was what got her so into you, you think. The chase, the game. Sana enjoyed chasing you, but —and she hated to admit that— she also loved how, you always provoked her back.
You were both fire, fighting just as much as you fucked. Sana was too possessive for her own good, making sure no one even paid you such thing as a light stare. She spared no efforts into humiliating and firing anyone who dared to do so, anyway: You were hers. Her jewel, most prized possession. And she’d make sure every single person knew it. That you were hers only to toy with, love and ruin.
All to herself.
On the other hand, you were just as possessive, engorging her with your bratty and insufferable persona. You just had to have things your way, and you made sure Sana gave you just that. Battling lashes, sweet looks, lusty promises… You’d give her anything to have her completely under your mercy. Every so often, it worked: she’d quickly oblige and do whatever it was that you wished her to. Other days, however, she’d shut you down, making you gag on her cock until the only thing on your mind were a series of phrases that made sure you were reminded of who owned you and who fucked you best.
You were always quick to make Sana the crazy one in your fights with your manipulative persona, rambling to your friends about how possessive she was, as if you weren’t just as crazy. After all, being snobby, full of yourself, impatient and spoiled were all traits you never denied having. You were a menace, a nightmare hidden by long, soft curls and an angelic face. You knew what you wanted, and you’d always do anything to have it. At least Sana made her personality clear, no gaslighting involved. You, on the other hand, thrived on it. On making her look like the crazy one (not that she wasn’t; you just weren’t the angel you so painted to be, either).
She offered you a crazy salary to have you working for her firm, which you repeatedly denied — even if the zeros kept adding. Again, you weren’t fond of Seoul, and the thought of leaving everything behind: your friends, your sisters, California… she’d have to do better than simply coming to your firm and fucking you crazy good until she had to go back to her normal routine, if she wanted you to follow her to a whole other continent.
To which, of course, she did. Sana would spend as much as needed to have the things she wanted, and currently, she wanted you.
After months of romantic getaways, taking you to balls and ceremonies so you’d get to know her employees and investors, massive bouquets handed by your doorsteps daily, talking to your friends and family (the hardest part out of all of it, Sana would always say) so they’d convince you to try out the new opportunity, secretly begging you to join her in Korea every time you were just about to reach your high whenever you fucked… You’ve made her work for it, surely.
Eventually, she won: within a year or so, you had a fancy ring on your left hand— since you’d told her it was either marriage or nothing, and Sana was quick to comply. — and you found yourself moving all the way to Seoul, to join your fiancée and her company.
You finally got to meet her friends and shareholders: they were wary of you, naturally, but were still pretty polite and welcoming. Not that it bothered you; you had better things to worry about than seeking Sana’s childhood girlfriends’ approval. If they didn’t like you, they’d have to talk to Sana about it, and nothing would be done, since the woman was crazy about you. In the end, it didn’t matter.
You did get close to Nayeon and Momo as time went by, though. You worked in the same section, and would often gossip in fancy cafés after work. They were the only ones you genuinely liked in this cold city, the only ones interesting enough for you to listen to. It pleased Sana, to see you putting an effort into being close to her friends, which you enjoyed, too, since you loved to please your fiancée.
Things were working out just fine: you were still adjusting, but slowly learning to enjoy your current life and the newly made changes.
-
It was only natural that you fell into a routine. A few months into the marriage, you and Sana were both too stubborn to sit and talk things out, only presenting each other with confrontations and cold shoulders instead of communicating.
You were constantly mad at her for spending so much time at the company, flirting with her coworkers and being such a whore when she was yours already. Everything irritated you: from the whole floors she’d let you redesign, the outdated furniture and, mostly, all the bastards that worked there and had you competing for her attention, just as you knew she liked it. She was such a bitch, thriving with the feeling of being wanted by many and loving the attention.
Not even having Sana fire her old secretary (that fucking whore who was always presenting herself to your wife) had made that uneasy feeling leave your guts. No matter how hard you worked, how many new places you saw, the itch in your skin wouldn’t go away, never allowing you to truly rest and relax.
So you distracted yourself with other things, much to Sana’s dismay.
In response to getting on your nerves daily, she’d shower you with gifts and affection until you were satisfied enough for your fake pout to go away. You’d fuck, sleep, and the cycle would restart on the next morning.
Only enough, you found it comforting. You knew Sana would indulge your wishes, regardless of what other people though about it, and your dynamics provided you with the stability you so desperately—and unknowingly, craved, even if it wasn’t exactly healthy.
-
“I want a child.” You told her one day, sitting idly in her lap as you rearranged the pens on her desk. They were always messed up, stacked in the wrong color order and in the wrong place; too close to Sana’s computer, just waiting for her clumsy hands to drop them.
Sana’s brows furrowed. “Excuse me?”
“I want a baby.” You repeated, scoffing. Sweetly enough, your hands traveled through her neck and hair, trailing wet kisses against her jaw. “Your stupid accountant is even in a license after his wife popped out one. I want it, too. Give it to me.”
Sana laughed at your comment, lifting your chin so you’d look at her properly. She knew it wasn’t good to indulge such behavior, specially since you could be even worse when you wanted to, but she couldn’t deny it: she loved it. Sana could feel her cock getting harder by your pettiness; the way you were always immediately extra sweet to her after being mean to everyone else. All hers, indeed.
“Can’t you wait a little more, love?” She asked you, twirling a strand of hair out of your face. You rolled your eyes even harder, pushing her shoulders to get off her lap. If she wasn’t going to do what you wanted her to, then there was no reason for you to waste your time being in her office at all. Her strong hands flew to your defined waist, though, keeping you in place. “It’ll be summer in just a few months, and you know how crazy things get around here with promotions and overnight meetings, to decide the groups’ comeback strategies.” Sana’s hands squeezed your thighs, making you whine. “Come on, princess. Don’t be mad, ok? I just want to dote on you the best I can. I can fill you up now, though. You’d like that? Want me to breed you full?”
You nodded, eager to have her cum. Soon enough, she had you completely stretched for her; your long, acrylic nails scratching her back without care as she pounded on you so hard her desk ornaments all fell to the ground, the sound of her thrusts echoing loudly through the room. You didn’t care— if anything, you wanted all of her employees and coworkers to know she belonged to you just as much as you belonged to her, too. You hummed with satisfaction as you felt her cum welcome your insides, your pleading forgotten for now.
You’d handle it later. It wasn’t like she ever said no to you anyway.
-
Your wishes died soon enough.
As summer came, Sana’s workload got her so immersed in her job you barely saw her anymore; she left home early and arrived late, always murmuring she was too tired to even talk to you about anything. You knew she wasn’t that busy— you still worked at the same company, no matter how shorter your work hours were compared to hers. She made little to no effort to go to your daily lunch dates, and didn’t even seem fazed by your cold shoulder.
“You should just talk this through.” Nayeon told you, fixing the papers in her desk as she listened to your rambling. “Tell her what’s bothering you, Y/n. I know she’s playing into your game, but Sana’s not an oracle either; you have to tell her how you’re feeling if you want it to work out.”
You sighed, knowing your friend was right, but didn’t follow her advice either way— too proud to talk to your wife. Her indifference stung, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. She refused to indulge in your usual little fights and arguments, too busy with work to focus on your relationship.
You still fucked like rabbits, even though you refused to moan her name— knowing how she specially liked how vocal you were, and she insisted on marking you a little too harshly. It was a tiring cycle, one of not speaking to each other at all, not even about work related stuff, but none of you seemed willing enough to solve it out.
You noticed her coming home even later than usual, disheveled hair and smelling like different perfumes each time. You weren’t stupid: the almost unnoticeable lipstick stains in her shirts were clear evidence of her heavy “work” load. Still, you refused to simply ask for a divorce and move on with your life. You loved Sana, and you’d stay with her, whether it was good for both or not.
She belonged to you, you’d soon remind her of it. Even if it were to make her life a living hell.
-
You didn’t keep your promise. Eventually, your energy drained out, and you were no longer interested in playing the coy game. Nevertheless, you were far from your friends and family, living in a cold, harsh city you openly hated. Without Sana’s warmth, you felt fragile and alone, not quite knowing what to do in your massive—yet empty apartment when you left work each night.
That’s how Momo found you: alone in your living room, a cheap wine in hands and smudged makeup. Momo had never seen you like this, not since you’ve become somewhat friends, sharing the same workplace. She was so used to your confident, manipulative persona she forgot you had feelings as well.
It was on that moment she realized it was all a façade, carefully made to protect your sensitiveness.
You threw yourself in her arms, sobbing on her shoulders for hours before your cries were finally resolved to tiny whimpers and your heartbeat was steady again. Your head hurt badly, and you felt like your body was going to explode, but Momo was patient enough to wait for you to calm down a bit more before talking to you.
As she ruffled your hair to soothe your deep nerves, you took a deep breath before telling her everything: how your relationship was going downhill, how much you hated Seoul and missed California, how lost you felt, and specially, how you couldn’t let Sana go, no matter how much you wanted to. You hadn’t realized how much you simply needed for someone to see completely through you until you felt Momo’s comforting embrace, her soft questions and hums as you just kept on talking and talking.
She was a good listener, letting you talk your heart out before saying how strong-willed you were and how she was pretty much inspired by your powerful aura. Momo told you to take your time with everything— including Sana, and take little steps. Everything was going to turn out just fine, she assured. You nodded at her small speech, thankful to have her by your side, and truly not knowing what you would’ve done if she hadn’t come to your apartment that night.
Which, now that you thought about it further, was pretty odd. Odd of her, to visit your apartment on a late Friday night, knowing you were all alone.
She blushed violently when you pointed that out, stuttering to explain she had noticed the change on your behavior and wanted to make sure everything was alright.
However, you weren’t thinking straight anymore. Pulling her by her necktie, you kissed Momo hard and urgently. She tried to resist it, at first, grabbing you by the shoulders and reminding you this was wrong: you were her best friend’s wife, for God’s sake. You only sighed, though— too lost in pleasure, with your head light and hazed.
You murmured she was right, because she was: this was so dirty, so wrong, but it wasn’t like Sana was not doing the same thing out there, either. You weren’t stupid, and that’s what you reminded Momo, who tried to keep you still in her lap as you pressed your butt into her already hardened cock.
It was the first time you openly acknowledged your wife’s escapades, and you knew Momo was aware of them since the beginning— and still hadn’t told you. You understood, of course: before being your friend, she was Sana’s childhood soulmate and shareholder. She would always be first in Momo’s priorities.
But it gave the raven-haired woman no right to say anything about being in the wrong.
And you were so needy and fucking horny, you couldn’t even think straight. If Momo didn’t fuck you at that very moment, you’d surely get out and find your fun elsewhere.
Her eyes darkened as you told her just that, hands interlocking your wrists above your head as she pinned you down on your lavish sofa. Momo allowed you to slip your tongue in her mouth, moaning when you kept pressing yourself on her, giggling as you taunted her. She gave in, fucking you messily and with a whole amount of guilt as she made your cunt her own personal cumdump.
You felt so good, though. Just as she dreamed of ever since she’s had her eyes on you, on that very first meeting Sana had claimed you as hers. It had been impossible not to.
No matter how much Momo loved and respected her best friend and your relationship, it never kept her from jerking off at the thought of fucking you in every position possible. Not when you always went to work in those shirts that evidenced your perfect breasts, or when you wore shorter, revealing skirts simply because you could, pulling it off flawlessly and with much elegance.
It was so wrong, but she jerked off hard to her dirty thoughts every time.
At this point, Momo’s body moved on its own, desperate to breed and take care of you. She was blinded by pleasure, both hers and yours— with your loud moans and pleads. She knew there would be consequences, but she wouldn’t take it back. Your pussy felt too good, hot and welcoming for her to worry about that.
It could wait. All of it.
At least you though so, rolling your eyes as you reached your high for the first time of the night.
-
It was clear something had changed after that. If you weren’t speaking to Sana before (as you often did, whenever you played your twisted little games), you were actively avoiding her, now; Your eyes would never meet hers, and you’d mumble an excuse to leave the room as soon as she entered any place. You and Momo hadn’t talked about it, either. Neither of you wanting to acknowledge said episode.
What surprised you was your wife’s attentiveness, as she suddenly wanted to clear it all up, calling you to her office after lunch break.
“Something’s wrong.” Her tone was sharp, as she stared right through your soul. You sent her a look just as sharp, eyebrows furrowing in disdain. Long gone was the crying, broken woman of days prior: your impeccable self was as strong as ever.
“Something has been wrong for fucking months, Mrs. Minatozaki.” Sana clenched her jaw at your way of addressing her, your voice dripping venom. However, she knew better than to pick on little things when there was still so much to unravel. So she gulped, trying to stay calm.
“Busy months, indeed.” She answered, with a neutral face.
You rolled your eyes, getting up from your chair. “So I’ve seen.”
“I didn’t give you permission to leave, Y/n.” She said, just as you reached for the door, making you clutch your fingers to keep them from scratching her face nastily.
God, she knew how to get under your skin.
“I don’t need your permission, Sana.” You muttered, gripping hard on the doorknob as you turned around, facing her front. Your bodies were close, making you instinctively try to get some distance, failing as you were already pressed to the door.
“You don’t?” She feigned innocence, her grip tight on your neck like a collar; not yet keeping you from breathing, but her long fingers were sure threatening to do so, running lazily through your neck. “It’s Mrs. Minatozaki to you, dear.”
You left her without an answer, storming out of the room before you had the chance to give in to lust and just fuck your problems out, like always.
-
It surprised you to see her home so early, a nonexistent occurrence in the last few months. Still, you said nothing as Sana entered the bedroom and took out her coat, placing it in her closet. Your eyes are trained on the TV, even though you were no longer paying attention to the program playing— your body was all tensed up, watching her every move from the corner of your eyes.
“So you do know your way home before midnight.” You teased as she turned the tv off, staring at you in the middle of the room with crossed arms, “And here I was, questioning your intelligence.”
Sana scoffed, sitting beside you. She took a deep breath before starting, eyes locked on the ground.
“Those months have been busy at the company. I know I’ve been neglecting you, us, and I’m sorry.” She turns to look at you, and you surprisingly see sincerity in her eyes. “I’ll do better.”
It wasn’t exactly an apology, but you knew it was the best acknowledgement you could get out of her, currently. So you hummed, tracing her clavicle with your fingers.
“I want a better apology, then.” You demanded, even though you allowed her to scoop you up on her lap, trailing kisses through your neck. Your guilt was eating you alive, but you only gulped in hopes to swallow it away; you wouldn’t say anything unless she did it first. “Apologize for leaving me here all alone, when you promised not to.”
You hated how your voice quivered, betraying you to announce to your wife how hurt you truly were. You’d rather to have never met her— this way, you wouldn’t be so heartbroken. By her betrayal, by her broken promises of never leaving you on your own in this new, terrifying city.
Most importantly, you hated how ardently you loved her.
“I’m so, so sorry, my angel.” Sana muttered, kissing you deep each time. Her hands cupped your breasts and you could only think about how much you craved her touch—starved for it for so long, and how much it burned. “I missed you so much. That fucking company will never keep me too busy for you again, I’ll make sure of that. I’ll just fucking remind them who owns it when they start to get on my ass again.”
Her words were filled with sincerity, you could feel it through the way she held you: hard and urgently. You couldn’t stand it anymore, though. It was suffocating, poisonous. You forced yourself off her lap, pushing your body towards the end of the bed as much as you could without falling.
“You’ve been with others.” It wasn’t a question, and Sana knew it. She didn’t deny it, either. The older woman knew you, and you wouldn’t say something like that if you weren’t sure of it.
“I have.” She nodded. It hurt like hell to have her finally admit it, but again: you were no saint, either.
You closed your eyes, playing with your shirt to avoid her gaze. She was staring at you vividly, now. “I have, too.”
The room went quiet, and Sana could swear all the wall colors were red. To think someone had touched you skin, your thighs… your cunt, her cunt. It made her want to burn the whole city down.
How dare someone to fucking touch you, her angel. Her fucking wife.
“Who?” She asked just as quietly, but you knew better than to be relaxed at her passiveness. You knew how Sana’s cold, calculating posture was a hundred times worse than her explosive tantrums.
You are to blame. you wanted to yell at her, shaking her by the shoulders until you lost your energy.
I know. she’d answer. But so are you.
A broken marriage, indeed.
“Momo.” At least you felt like you were a thousand pounds lighter, even though Sana’s stare was strong enough to set the whole Seoul on fire. You waited for her to say something, anything, but the silence remained. “Are we over, then?”
Your tone was frail, filled with uncertainty. Despite it all, the last thing you wanted to do was let go of her. Your eyes were glistening with tears as you felt her arms embracing you again, trying to take deep breaths to keep yourself from crying. If the first tears fell, you knew it wouldn’t be long until you were sobbing hard.
“I was serious on our wedding day, angel.” She said, her tone calm as she caressed you hair, ever so gently. “I’m not letting you go, and this won’t break us apart.” Sana kissed your tears away, murmuring against your neck. “We’ll start again, ok? With no lack of communication, distance or cheating between us. I’ll commit to you, completely, just as you’ll commit to me, too. I won’t fail us anymore.” She looked you in the eyes, lifting your chin up. “What do you think?”
Your hiccups could be heard through all the apartment as you nodded, kissing her with love. Your relationship was doomed and so very broken, but you were determined to fix it up.
And you knew Sana was, too.
“I’d like that, yes.” She smiled as you shared another kiss, with her almost swallowing you whole as she whispered how much she loved you and how hard she missed you.
You fucked until morning, and for the first time in what seemed like forever, you were glad to wake up to your wife by your side. Your heart no longer burned with her absence or with guilt, and you were both determined to fix all of the mess with new beginnings.
Sana would have to talk to Momo about what had happened, though.
-
“I have something.” Sana looked at you from her desk, confused. You were smiling brightly, which made her relieved, but she still couldn’t figure out what was going on.
Months passed since you had decided to give your marriage another chance, and it was actually more than ok. You were putting an effort into telling her whenever something made you upset— no matter how small and frequent the situations were. You were spoiled and one prone to conflicts, after all. — and Sana cut her work hours significantly after summer ended, with the plans for JYP’s groups’ comebacks being successfully concluded. Her flirting resumed, too, as did your provocations with her coworkers and employees. You were trying, both of you.
And you were finally happy after so many gloomy months.
“Ok…” She asked, turning her computer off as she motioned for you to continue. You placed a small box in front of her, giggling like crazy.
“It’s a gift.” You clarified, with Sana inspecting the box like it was going to explode at any given moment. It was rare for you to gift her something: she was usually the one doting on you constantly, just as both of you loved it.
“For me?” You were getting impatient with her shaking and feeling up the damn box, but let her have the moment.
“For us,” With your brows furrowed, you corrected her, “Although it was something I asked you for long ago.”
Finally, Sana opened your gift, revealing a small pair of shoes and a stick with two red lines marked up. Her mouth hung in a perfect “O” as she stared at your stomach, looking for a bulge that was still too small to notice.
“That’s…” She was still at a loss for words as she got up to hug you, lifting you up form the ground. “Are you happy, my angel? Is it what you want?”
You laughed, suffocated by her kisses. “I’m very happy. I’ve really, really wanted this for a long time, Sana.” You stopped her mouth from brushing your skin again to take a proper look at her face. God, she was so gorgeous. “Are you happy? Because if you don’t want a baby right now that’s ok, we can—“
“I’m in heaven, beautiful.” Sana gave you her brightest smile, glowing as much as you were. Her hands were evolving your waist, and she leaned to mutter against your belly. “I can’t wait to start a family with you. I love you so, so fucking much.”
You hugged her again, happy to have her by your side.
“I love you, Mrs. Minatozaki.” You teased her, laughing freely as she twirled you around her massive office.
“I love you more, angel.”
-
“Ben, please don’t run—agh!” You yelled at the energetic little boy. Four and a half, almost five years old, now. He pretended not to listen, though, trying to wriggle out of your touch to go back to terrorizing the guests. “Baby, please tell him not to run? He’ll fall like that, and it won’t be pretty. You know it.”
Sana smiled at your whiny voice, pecking your lips as she ruffled the little boy’s hair (earning herself another hard glare. You’d spent so long fixing his raven hair with gel at home.) with affection. “You heard your mom, bud. Save your energy for later, ok? We can play videogames when we get home if you manage to stay awake.” Your son’s eyes sparkled at the promise, making you roll your eyes and Sana giggle. He obviously wouldn’t make it, but the thought of being allowed to do something that was usually strictly forbidden was enough to get him to calm down, steady in his mother’s arms.
It was JYP’s New Years’ event, the big ballroom adorned with white and grey ornaments. Everyone seemed to have attended, this year: the place was already massive, yet it seemed cramped with the amount of people. Workers, idols, partners… everyone was apparently enjoying themselves, with lots of food and a sweet, along with some calming background music to soothe the nerves.
Sana walked around the place, greeting and making small talk with so many people she lost track of time. Being the CEO and biggest shareholder had its perks, surely, but having to waste such time she could use to be with her little family wasn’t one one them. The woman only relaxed when Dahyun scooped to her side, allowing her to sigh in relief.
“Not having fun, unnie?” She teased, nudging her friend.
“I don’t know how you do this so flawlessly, Dahyun-ah.” She complained, eyes darting around the room to look for you. Sana smiled when you tossed her your champagne glass from afar, on the other side of the ballroom chatting with a very excited Nayeon and Momo.
“It’s one of my many qualities.” Dahyun shrugged confidently, making them both laugh.
The woman caught sight of her son once again, now accompanied by a few of her employees’ children as well, as they ran through the waiter’s legs and almost made the poor man fall to the ground. They muttered apologies and extensive bows, but soon returned to run and giggle as the waiter dismissed them.
“He’s so tall already,” Sana complained, scrunching her nose. “I swear he’ll be taller than me before he even turns ten.”
“He will.” Her friend agreed, smiling at the little boy. “If he doesn’t get too tall, though, then he’ll have at least one thing similar to you.” Dahyun teased, smiling. Sana smiled back, too, even though hers didn’t quite reach her eyes. Dahyun didn’t seem to notice. “With his hair dark like this and that sneaky smile, he looks so much like…” she paused, trying to think of someone. “like Momo! Oh Sana, don’t you think? He’s exactly like her, all distracted and clumsy but so caring and loving. One would think they’re the ones related, instead of you or Y/n.”
Sana’s mouth tasted bitter, with her thoughts running inside her head at a hundred miles per hour. Dahyun couldn’t possibly know, but it wasn’t like she was lying, either. If Sana thought about it further, her son looked exactly like Momo, specially at this age. They all grew up together; of course Sana remembered her friend’s appearance and mannerisms.
And they were the copy of her son.
“Yes,” She answered, taking two drinks from the nearest waiter and downing them in one gulp. She tried to look for you in the crowd once again, but you were long gone, lost in the sea of people gathering in the middle of the dance floor. “You’re completely right, Dahyun.”
Momo had some explaining to do. And you did, too.
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Precious dahmo 💖
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hold me tight - bts | kim dahyun
summary: maybe cupid could save us
pairing: dahyun x fem!reader
themes: angst, fluff, tension, use of flashbacks in italics, marriage counseling, reader insecurity, past physical violence (against original male character, not any member of twice), implied sex, some of twice!
wc: 7.2k
polished silverware, two table napkins, two sets of forks, and knives. a draped tablecloth, and the long wooden table stretching down the dining room. on two ends are two lost souls, once connected with bountiful joy and prosperity. now sat farther apart than the two ends of a colossal ship. barely stitched together by unspoken words and exhaustion.
"what time?" you dig into your steak, back and forth sliding it down the tender meat.
"2pm tomorrow. should i call your assistant?" dahyun digs at her roasted potatoes, a little sweet, just the way she likes it.
"no need, i'll be there." you counter, stabbing the slice of steak, digging into it. pushing the green peas a bit to the left, and sipping the wine. a delicacy truly.
"good." she says quietly, "pass me the pepper?" you look up, the bottle is in the middle.
the dmz line, you lean foward, grabbing a hold of the glass bottle, placing it into her hand.
"here."
"thank you."
the rest of the dinner is followed by the sounds of silverware, and only silverware.
--
dr. yoo jeongyeon, phd, lcpc
you stare at the plaque, gold serif lettering, bold face on top of a black rectangle, sitting directly in the middle of the edge of her desk. your loafers gently tapping the carpeted floor, in time with each tick of a second.
she looks confident, shoulders back and sinking into her leather chair. glasses perched on her nose, a montblanc in hand. eyes a little empty, but inviting, a little too inviting.
"thank you both for joining us today, first time?" dr. yoo starts, eyes taking a slow drift from dahyun to you.
dahyun's legs are tucked together, low heels and a brown suit. she leans forward at dr. yoo's question. "yes, first time."
a simple nod, and a scribble along her notepad. you tilt your head to the right.
"each session with me runs fifty minutes, no longer. if needed, it can be cut short." she says, placing some files away, shuffling paper away, and fixing her glasses. you both nod at the terms. "lovely, could i have you both introduce yourselves?" she continues, eyes back on you and dahyun.
you stare at dahyun.
"i'm dahyun, 26, a fashion designer and a wine enthusiast, lovely to meet you." dahyun stands up, offering a handshake. dr. yoo smiles lightly and shakes it.
"and you?"
"i'm dahyun's wife, 26, ceo and founder of future consultants llc, and a tennis enthusiast."
dr. yoo's eyes stare at you, but her pens moves quickly along the page.
dahyun stares at you, before looking back at her folded hands.
"thank you both, now could you both explain why you are here?" her eyes come back up, those glasses hanging so low is making you mad.
dahyun coughs into her hand.
"we need help." a little unsure, but a desperate plea. your foot stops tapping on the carpeted floor.
dr. yoo scribbles along a new line.
"and you?" the doctor stares at you. you sit up, fixing the buttons on your blazer.
"we're...not the same as we used to be." you say, pulling one leg over the other. dr. yoo nods at that, another line filled.
"alright, now, let me give you some insight on me. i'm dr. yoo jeongyeon, did my phd in human psychology, masters in counseling and bachelor's in neurology. and i'm a lcpc: licensed clinical professional counselor. you can say i'm a people enthusiast." she smiles lightly, dahyun laughs under her breath.
your foot goes back to tapping.
"let's get into it." she sets down the notepad. "could you tell me how you both met?"
--
"what's the maturity date for a treasury bond?"
"20 - 30 years, you seriously have to try harder, sam." you laugh, taking another sip of your beer. sam just grins and flips over a new flashcard.
"okay smarty pants, what are floating-rate notes?" sam taps the index card on the bar table. eyes a little playful, he always did like making you work for your reward.
"they're-"
"stop it ryan." behind you is the voice of a woman, her back hitting yours, nearly spilling your beer. you turn around, a man towering over her, hand on her wrist and his firm grip, stopping her. no matter how hard she tries to pull.
you signal sam.
"take your hand off her." you press down on his wrist, holding his arm in place. the woman stares at you and sam, bewildered eyes and still pulling against ryan's hold.
"fuck off." he spits in your face.
"yeah? let's see how your face looks after this pretty boy." you slam into his chest, him tumbling backwards, foot hitting the barstool and a loud thud hitting the floor. you spot the submariner on his wrist shining under the bar light, fuck.
sam's at the ready, hand on a switchblade, you signal him back, not him.
the woman gasps, hand immediately shooting her sore wrists, shit it looks bad. ryan's still on the group, and then he shoots up. hands at the ready to land a punch, weak form though. you sidestep him, letting him fall forward.
"daddy can't pay to fix your crooked nose?" you smirk at him, taunting him to do anything. his eyes ablaze as he tries again. what a foolish boy.
you let him try and land a left hook, before you start punching his jaw, one good liver punch and he topples over. damn, your jaw hurts too, men like him throw too much of their power into their punches.
"fuck, sam." you groan to your friend, hand trying to pop your jaw back into place. you do, letting out a low shout, before getting your stuff.
stay too long and then he'll call the cops, the last thing you need is another fine print on your academic file. you stumble forward, feeling blood dripping down the side of your head, cheeky bastard, he had rings on.
you barely manage to push the bar door, string of curses falling out of your lip, the cold air immediately frosting your breath. damn it all, and you left your beer half finished.
"excuse me!" the woman's voice carries from the door, and you can see her, urgently trying to get to you. "thank you so much back there."
she's trying to offer you some napkins from her clutch, all you can do it hope that liver punch suckered him to stay on the ground long enough for you to dissapear.
"you have anyone safe?"
"safe?"
you gesture a bit. "like a friend maybe? did you come alone?"
you lean to the side trying to get a glimpse of pretty boy, but he's no where in sight. a good thing. you can see sam though, shoving bills at the bartender, and grabbing jackets.
"no friends, i came with him." her hand goes back to her bruised wrist, yeah that looks awful. you're very glad you stepped in.
"listen, i need to leave now. i would love to do the whole 'thank you, you're welcome' pleasantries, but I don't know how long he'll stay down before he calls the cops."
you explain, seeing sam opening the bar door, urgent eyes calling for you to disappear into the night.
"could you take me home, i really have no other way to get back." you stare into the bar, oh pretty boy's up, shouting at a bartender. you need to exit NOW.
"okay, let's go. i know you're wearing heels, but keep up." you offer a hand, and disappear into the back alleyway. by the time you just turn around the corner at the end, you can hear the distant voice outside the bar.
you're finally in sam's beater car, an old hand-me-down from his grandma, with the girl from the bar in the backseat.
she keeps watching you from the mirror.
"where do you live?" you pull out of the back lot, she's still soothing her bruised wrist.
"eleanor court, upper east side." damn shit, of course she's rich too, loaded with daddy's money just like that dude you suckered punched. how you always manage being at the hands of rich people, you hope to find out soon, because this sucks.
the drive's pretty silent, sam's got his old 80s mixtapes playing from the car radio. and he's humming along as he taps on his passenger door, you're glad that at least one of you has a car.
"woah..." sam brings you out of your thinking. woah is correct, even sam can see it.
colonial style homes the size of manors down the perfectly paved roads. long outdoor lamp lights lining the street. lush bushes and trees lining the sides of the house. not a single police car in sight, you can even see fountains spouting water from a statue.
what a bunch of crap.
"dude, she's asleep." sam taps your shoulder, you quickly put his car in park. looking at her from the rear view, damn she is asleep, jacket covering her torso but her head leaning against the window.
damn, damn, damn.
one wrong HOA member being curious, and you can easily be thrown in jail for the rest of your life. you open your door, rushing to the backseat. opening the door, and placing your hand against her head to keep her body from falling out of the car.
"miss, we're home." she just curls into your hand. "sam, help me hold her up." he nods, using his bodyweight as a rest for the girl's body. you begin searching through her clutch, hopefully she has an id inside.
"kim dahyun.....501 eleanor court." you shove the id back into her clutch. "sam move." you grab a hold of her body, picking her body up. wrapping the jacket and clutch over top of her.
"stay in the car. i'll bring her in." you began walking down the eerily quiet neighborhood, goodness rich people are so pretentious. you struggle to open the gate. then you hear a low mechanic voice.
"hello, who are you?"
"hi, i'm just here to drop off a kim dahyun. she had an issue with some guy at the bar, and she needed someone to take her home." you speak into it, a clicking noise and then the metal box goes silent.
the large metal gates open, you step in, walking up to the front porch, pillars lining the wide entrance.
goodness, you need to get out of this neighborhood. the large wooden door opens and you see two people, a suited man and a maid. of course.
"miss dahyun?" the maid begans fussing over her, hand on her cheek, "oh my!" a loud gasp at the bruised wrist. you drop her into the leather couch.
"what happened?" the butler asks you, offering a towel at your dried blood.
you try your best to keep yourself from dirtying the house, both of them keep staring at you though.
"uh, some guy at the bar, ryan. he kept bruising her wrist, so i had to step in." you point at your head. the butler nods, and the maid begins inspecting the bruise.
"i told miss dahyun to stop seeing him." the butler explains, placing the jacket to cover her.
you nod, so this wasn't even the first time. the maid returns with soothing cream, applying the ointment over her bruised wrists. you stand idly by the couch, a little confused with what to do here.
you stare at dahyun's face, she's rather pretty is what you land on, before the man's voice brings you out of your focus.
"let me offer you a new shirt." you look down, and it does look like you just got into the ring with rocky, blood-dried splotches all over. the butler disappears before you can even say no.
with a folded new shirt, linen and italian, goodness these people have too much money, you shuffle into a bathroom.
changing into it quickly, eyeing all the towels and expensive soaps on the counter. you fix yourself up and exit, seeing the butler and maid still crowding around the girl.
"i, i really should leave. i'm sorry." the butler and maid are still trying to get you to stay, to offer some reward, but really all you want to do is leave this hellscape. unfamiliar faces, with unfamiliar mannerisms, its all too much.
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"she saved me from a sleazy guy at a bar." dr. yoo jots it down.
"and you?"
"i, i guess i did?"
"you guess?"
"i, yes, i saved her from the sleazy guy." dr. yoo nods.
the ticking sound comes back clearer in your ear. the repetitive ticking feels like tumbling down a hill, imminent and quick swift death.
"let's move on then, how did you two start dating?"
"dahyun was insistent on paying me back for the bar, kept telling me she needed to." you offer.
dr. yoo nods, another scribble along the notepad. then she pulled the file from her desk, and two separate questionnaires werefilled out.
"and it says here, you both attended the same university." ever since dahyun found out you two attended the same university, she began urging you for dinner.
you tried very hard to say no, but in the quad, down the main academic path. she just kept finding you, like a needle in a haystick, she always managed to pick you out from the hundreds of students.
if she wasn't so nice about it, you might have considered it creepy.
"yes, brown." you nod.
"lovely school, my friend's alma mater." dr. yoo comments and lifts her head once more from the notepad.
"how's your sex life?"
you see dahyun's feet uncross and cross again. while you start tapping your foot again.
"we haven't done it," dahyun begins, "in a long while."
dr. yoo nods, and turns to you. "how does that make you feel?"
"i'm not sure."
dr. yoo nods again, dahyun's feet uncross and cross again. the clock's still ticking on the wall.
you are sure it's non-judgmental, it just makes you aggravated, like you're being lectured on how to love.
dahyun can't remember the last time you two have cherished each other. dinner's filled with delicious food, to cover the absence of enticing conversation.
being married to the point of small talk, has drained you both more than you wanted to admit.
"this is still the first session, so let's start with simple exercises. try and vocalize your appreciation for each other. this can be as simple as: i appreciate you doing the dishes today. remember, speaking the unspoken words can change your relationship for the better." dr. yoo stands up, offering you both a handshake and walking you both out her office.
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"i have to get back to work." you comment, letting dahyun walk in front of you. she nods at that, you both are busy people, even though it's important to try and fix your breaking relationship, you both have jobs to do.
"i'll see you for dinner?" she says as you open her car door, holding a hand over her head as she sits.
"yes, dinner." she nods at you, wanting you to say more. you want to as well, a little unsure.
"thank you, for being here today." she starts, staring up into you, you smile lightly back at her, dahyun's still got that warm eye smile that makes your heart burst.
"you as well dahyun." you lean your head down a bit, "charlie, get her to her office safely." he nods from the rear view. and with that you close her door. watching the car roll away from the sidewalk.
it's weird to have to see a professional for marriage counseling, but in your heart, you do want to fix things with dahyun.
sweet dahyun who is always so concerned with everyone's wellbeing; often neglecting her own. the rest of the afternoon, you try and focus on work, feeling downright awful about how your relationship has disintegrated.
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"dahyun? i'm home." you enter the brownstone, a little more excited to be home. she's in the kitchen, an adorable brown bear apron over top.
"hey, i'm making pasta tonight." she's smiling.
"need help?"
"no, i should be good. could you set the table?" you leave the kitchen, entering the wine pantry, grabbing one that you know she loves. as well as two glasses, a gift from her parents.
dahyun's walking out with bowls of pasta, surprised to see the bottle in hand.
you begin pouring them into the two glasses, passing one to her, she thanks you quietly, placing down the bowls, and returning to the kitchen. you follow after her, grabbing knives and forks and napkins.
she's busy with another dish, and you hum to yourself, cleaning the silverware while waiting for her.
"damn it. fuck fuck fuck." dahyun's hand jerks back against the pot, her hand instantly going to hold it. you drop the silverware in the sink, quick strides towards her. she burned herself with the pot.
"dahyun, let me see." there are tears in her eyes, and she's shaking her head, she's always been so dismissive of her own pain. you take her hand gently, looking at it. it's definitely bad, red skin over top, hot to the touch. "let's run it under cold water, okay?"
she nods, even though there's tears in her eyes, and all she wants to do is just shrink into herself.
you run the water cold, feeling for it before letting it run over her burned finger. the tears in her eyes are still there, threatening to spill out.
then dahyun cries out. "i'm so stupid, i can't even cook a simple dinner." her tears are falling, much like the water over the hurt finger. like letting the pain rain out from her heart.
"oh dahyun, no you aren't stupid, you never were." you hug her tightly, letting her head fall to your shoulders, quietly crying against your shirt. she cries even harder at that, an anguish cry out for help,
you feel your own tears spring up. how you hate seeing dahyun cry.
"how is it?" you ask, pulling her away, looking at the finger under the water. it's less red, still there but it looks better.
"hurts." she pouts.
"let me go grab some ointment, stay here okay?" you leave, turning down the hallway to the bathroom, rummaging through the medicine cabinet for ointment cream to sooth the pain.
you return quickly, gently dabbing the cream over her finger with a q-tip. letting out a low hiss, and you apologize quickly, letting her relax a bit before continuing to spread it around.
"okay?" you step back, throwing away the q-tip.
"it's good, thank you." then she slips away to finish dinner. you stand by letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding, with every bit of your heart, you hope that dahyun wants to work this out as much as you do.
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"hello, come on in." dr. yoo's now a familiar face, always a warm if not stoic face. never showing signs of disinterest or much of an opinion, you begin to wonder what it takes to be a professional therapist.
"thank you." you let dahyun ahead of you, her sitting in the left armchair, while you sit on the right. fixing your blazer as you sit with one leg over the other. eyes watching dr. yoo in anticipation.
"how are you both doing?" she starts, that same montblanc in hand, a new shirt, dark blue and glasses hanging on her nose.
dahyun looks to you.
"we're doing okay." you offer, a little smile on your face.
"and you?" dr. yoo turns her head towards dahyun.
"we're doing better." dahyun fiddles with the band-aid over her finger. your eyes linger on it, a reminder of the small act of affection.
"lovely, last time you both mentioned that sexual intimacy had not happened in some time. has that changed since our last session?"
dahyun coughs into her hand, sinking into her armchair. you look away from her.
"no, it hasn't changed." dahyun speaks softly, like she's confessing a sin. you fold your hands over each other.
dr. yoo nods, another line written.
"how is work-life balance for you two?" dr. yoo stares into you, you sit up again.
"it's fine, the normal 9-6pm work day." dr. yoo jots that down. the clock continues to tick in your ears.
"what about you?" dahyun stares at the floor.
"it's okay, usually after work i'll unwind with some wine or television series." dahyun's always been so absorbed with her dramas, often asking you to join her to watch them. you often decline with the pre-tense of overflowing work from the day.
"ah yes, you mentioned you are a wine enthusiast." dahyun nods, wine has always been something she indulged in, you don't share the same love for the drink. finding it all a bit too much for yourself.
"could you tell me how that started?" your eyes go wide a bit, you never bothered to ask dahyun that, just assuming she's always enjoyed it.
"my late father used to own a winery, when i was able to start drinking he started training me as a sommelier." you knew of mr. kim's obsession with wine.
multiple wine cellars across his basement, walls lined with rows of wooden aisles, each row lined with bottles filling the basement. often times you snuck into the basement with dahyun sharing kisses and giggles away from the prying eyes of her parents.
"sorry to hear that mrs. kim, that's lovely to hear that you still has a passion for wine." dr. yoo continues, letting the words fly across the notepad. you uncross and cross the other leg over.
"and you mentioned you were a tennis enthusiast, how did that start?" dr. yoo's eyes are still on the notepad, pen quickly running across the page. you lean forward a bit.
"my friend sam, used to sneak us into the tennis bubble after work, when all the people left the country club. and we would play for hours." dr. yoo nods, more lines filling across the page.
"you never told me it was because of sam, you said it was just a hobby you had." dahyun comments, eyes on you, a little suprised at the conversation.
"i couldn't afford tennis equipment, too expensive." you explain.
dr. yoo continues to write as you and dahyun talk.
"but all those times you came to the country club, you offered to pay for the tab." dahyun leans into you a bit, you let your eyes wander over the name plaque on dr. yoo's desk.
"had to work overtime to pay it off." dahyun sinks back into her chair.
"and dahyun, you seem suprised, how does this make you feel?"
she looks back at her hands.
"i feel awful, i didn't know it costed that much for you." you return your gaze to her, watching the anguish in her eyes.
you wish you didn't feel ashamed about your financial situation, but every second spent with the kims was another jab at your own social status.
"i'm sorry dahyun, i kept it from you because i didn't want you to treat me differently." you shrink a bit, pulling the blazer a bit tighter. eyes falling to the floor naturally.
"and i'm sorry too, for never noticing." dahyun speaks it softly, you barely register the words.
you just nod, letting her hand hold yours. you can't bring yourself to look at her, too ashamed that you feel like you have to hide yourself from the woman you devoted your life to.
you begin to think about the early days of dating dahyun, days filled with anticipation of seeing her. constantly checking your account for how much you could expend on your paycheck, often stretching it for a simple date.
often on the weekends, the kim's visited the country club, the managers all fussing over them, pampering them with free items, as if the rich needed more free item, it used to make you angry.
but never dahyun, a sweet girl built upon integrity and honesty, always offering to pay. treating you with respect that most members of the country would never do, them often throwing towels or other trash at you to pick up. and with gritted teeth, you always do, remembering you needed this job.
"so you both met often at the country club?" dr. yoo cuts into your thinking, pulling you out of your memories. one's that are filled with happiness and anger, all in the same bunch. anger at the rich, but happiness at seeing that beautiful smile in person.
"yes, i worked there, and dahyun's family were well known members there." you explain, squeezing dahyun's hand in yours.
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"2 o'clock, the kims." your head snaps up from the tennis magazine you're reading. and there you can see your supervisor and your supervisor's supervisor crowding around the kim's.
especially dahyun's mother, she was always more prone to fawning at the attention that the staff would shower them in.
"stand up!" you read from your supervisor's mouth, then he goes back to smiling fakely at the kim's probably hoping to pick at their pockets later when they're far too tipsy from all the champagne they bathe in.
"one day i'm going to strangle him." you side whisper to sam as you both bow at the family.
"not if i get to him first." sam side whispers back, smiling at the kim's. continue to bow at them as they walk across the lobby to the courts. squeaky new tennis shoes on the marble floor.
"hey! you work here!" that familiar voice., you've been trying to avoid her since she found you in the quads hanging out with sam. insistently trying to get you to let her pay you back for the bar.
"hi miss, glad to see you are doing better." sam walks away, citing a need for a bathroom break, but you know better with the way he playfully walks away.
"you still haven't said yes to letting me pay you back."
"because you don't have to pay me back, i just did a nice deed."
"and you should be rewarded." you just sink back into your stool. letting her lean over the desk. "well as kim dahyun, a prized patron here, i order you to follow me to the courts."
"the courts?"
"yes, i want to play." you stand up, heading into the back to get that signature tennis racket that she loves so much, specific engraving of her name etched on the neck of the racket. "grab another one!" she shouts from the desk. you grab a generic one, one that still costed way more than a month's paycheck. placing both racquets under your arm.
"here's what we're going to do, three games, if i win three, i get to pay you back for the bar, dinner on me.
"miss dahyun, that really isn't neccessary."
"it's my wish, and you can't deny a patron's wish here."
so you get beaten, pretty badly, 0 - 3. with you sweating and falling on your back, breathing heavy as dahyun grins from the other side of the court. letting out a loud laugh.
"dinner on me, i'll drag you there myself if i have to!" dahyun's still bouncing a tennis ball with her racket while you recover your breath, all you can do is lift an arm to give her a thumbs up.
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"well i am afraid our time is up for today, please schedule a session again soon." dr. yoo offers a light smile, and walks you both out of the door. letting the heavy door close behind you. you look at dahyun, she hasn't looked at you since the confession.
you walk her to her car, "dahyun, i really am sorry for hiding it from you. i just didn't want money to affect us."
she stares at your blazer, it's buttoned, the same button she stitched on a couple weeks ago.
"but it does, doesn't it?"
"money?" you stop to think about it, as much as you tried to let it not be a determining factor in your relationship with dahyun.
it really does bleed into your relationship, leaving you paralyzed with fear that she'll leave you.
when you first met the kim's for an official dinner introduced as dahyun's girlfriend, you spent hours with sam trying to find a decent hand-me-down outfit for the dinner.
they were not impressed to say the very least, you had no proper dinner manners. confused your soup spoon with the dessert spoon. nearly knocking wine onto mr. kim.
"i think it did, for a very long time." you open the door for dahyun, letting her in, hand covering her head as she sits inside. you walk over to the driver's side, sitting inside. "i wanted to prove myself to your family, but mostly to you."
"you didn't need to prove anything to me." she says, hands gently grabbing yours. you feel your heart sink a bit.
"it sucked, seeing all your friends get gifted lavish trips and designer bags, while all i could afford to do was cook you homemade dinners." you explain, thinking back your university days, meeting dahyun's friend.
"but that's what they didn't have." she counters. "all the homemade gifts, it was just gifts with enough value to hold each other over."
you really did try your best, with limited budget and often asking for favors. you did your best to offer the best anniversary, valentine's, and birthday gifts.
all of which were intended to express your love for her, spending hours decorating homemade cakes, learning how to cook dinners for two. renting cars to go on road trip, all of which you happily experienced with dahyun.
"i wanted to be someone you could confidently show off to your friends." you think back to dahyun's birthday parties.
open bars, waiters and a massive table filled with gifts for her. all you could do was stare in wonder at the exuberant gifts, all the while you would shrink into yourself, trying to hide your embarrassment watching her open your gifts.
"do you? did you...resent me for it? having money i mean." dahyun drops the question you've been trying so hard to ignore. it's been plaguing your mind lately, how you think about how hard you tried, giving your all into your work for an ounce of validation from the kim's.
validation that you never seem to get.
"no, never. never you, you were the only person i didn't resent." you smile at her, genuinely, and she smiles back. you're glad you met her, even if the circumstances have made your life complicated.
"for the record, i was always confident in showing you off, because i knew who you were in your heart." you give her hand a squeeze as you drive home.
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"another hour please, i'll pay triple." you say, staring at dr. yoo.
"i'm sorry mrs. kim, but i have another appointment." she stands up, trying to walk you out of the room, and when the door opens, there stands two woman on the other side.
"sorry for the delay, mrs. and mrs. park."
"no worries, dr. yoo, sana and i don't mind." the two woman nod at you, before sitting in the same chairs that you and dahyun were sitting just seconds ago.
"i'm sorry mrs. kim, but really, we don't have more time today, schedule another appointment soon." and dr. yoo closes her heavy wooden door.
you nod solemnly, "dr. yoo, i'm sorry for my behavior." you explain, a bit embarrassed now.
"no need, i understand. go check up on mrs. kim." she just nods and gives your shoulder a pat, closing the door again.
now you stand in the office lobby, with a crying dahyun in a chair.
you sink to your knees, eyes staring up at her. her hair like curtains to her face, concealing the quiet sniffles and sobs that she's letting out.
"dahyun, darling?"
the tears keep falling, staining her dress pants, you hold her shaky hands. as she speaks to you, holding her breath here and there to control her emotions. "you never told me."
"i know, i didn't want to burden you." rubbing at her hands to sooth the pain in her heart.
"but isn't that what we're here for, to shoulder each other's burdens." she cries louder, a couple in the office look over, but you don't care right now. you brush the tears away.
"we are, i just, i didn't know how to tell you."
"but he, he did all that to you, and you didn't tell me. he's my own father."
"i know, i am sorry."
"let's go home please, i want to talk at home." you nod, letting her walk to the car, following her footsteps closely.
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dr. yoo welcomes you both into her office, getting familiar with the diptyque roses candle burning lowly on the desk.
"mrs. and mrs. kim, please have a seat." dahyun smiles as she sits down, a new pair of glasses hanging on her nose.
"new glasses?" you ask.
dr. yoo smiles at that, pushing up the glasses. "yes, new! just got them yesterday. you smile, dr. yoo has become a familiar and friendly face with you and dahyun. almost like she's a friend, almost.
"shall we get started?" she looks up at you two, that same notepad in hand and the montblanc.
you both nod in sync.
"so, how have you both been?"
"good." dahyun smiles a bit, letting her arm lay along the armchair, eyes brighter than usual. you smile at that.
"and you?"
"we're doing better, i'm happier." dr. yoo write it along a new line, a light smile on her face.
"that's lovely to hear, could you explain why?" dr. yoo picks her head up, watching you explain how life has been. there's been a shift at home, dahyun and you having more time to go on dates instead of tensed dinners filled with the sounds of silverware.
"we spend more time together, having lunch together, and dinner's have become fun to cook together." dr. yoo nods at that, more words written along the notepad, you share a warm gaze at dahyun. her eyes smiling in that way you love so much.
"i haven't asked this before, but how are the in-laws?"
you immediately frown, thinking about the pretentious man that was dahyun's father. a dicator in the family, ruling with an iron fist and often giving you trouble for growing up "different." as he so nicely put it.
you often remember dinner's with the kims filled with biting your tongue and just letting snide comments go by, even dahyun's mother had no say whenever he made uncomfortable jokes.
"i don't think dahyun's parents liked me much, especially her father." you sit back, continuing your thoughts about the demanding man.
"could you expand on that?"
"i didn't grow up rich, which was the biggest thing he disliked, he didn't think i was a good fit for dahyun." you explain, often remembering the side comments that her father would make when dahyun couldn't hear.
"and did you know about this?" dr. yoo turns to dahyun.
"yes. he was adamant about me breaking up with her but i never did." that you didn't know. you always assumed that it was just sly comments towards you, but never did mr. kim outward display his disdain towards you to dahyun.
you button up your jacket. dr. yoo continues to write across her page, leaving you both to sit and think about dahyun's words.
"understood, do you think dahyun's parents affected your relationship with dahyun?" you think about the question, how loaded it all is, you cannot even begin to explain how suffocating being around him was.
family dinners spent trying to escape into the bathroom so he would stop pestering you about your business ventures, or the capital that you had under your belt. you just shudder whenever it becomes holiday seasons.
fearful of the power that mr. kim had over you, one of his last wishes before he passed away was upending his entire gambling debt onto you.
it had become a hold over you, that he would only support the love that you had for dahyun if you were able to help pay off his debt. it became a huge burden on your shoulders, conjuring up a plan to reach financial freedom and success without hindering dahyun's future.
one that you wanted to support from day one, pushing her towards her goal of becoming a fashion designer, every day you suffered at the hands of her father, letting his debt take over your life, all to prove your devotion to dahyun.
and it hurt, to shoulder this weight alone, you always had shouldered the weight of the world on your shoulders to begin with.
"yes, unfortunately. dahyun's father, he. he told me that by taking on his gambling debt before he died, that he would allow me to marry dahyun." you explain, feeling your shoulders release tension.
dr. yoo continues to write fervently, eyes on the page, but a slight nod here and there. you can feel dahyun's gaze on your face, one in disbelief and utter shock. you turn to look at her, meeting her blank eyes.
more than anything, you beg for dahyun to understand, to really understand where you are coming from. a whole life you lived having to make opportunities for yourself, little to no support from others. fighting tooth and nail just to prove that you are worth it. that you are deserving of success and love.
"were you aware she took on your father's debt?" dr. yoo looks to dahyun, not missing a beat or letting any inflection slip in her tone.
"i wasn't. i wasn't even aware he had debt to begin with. what? sorry. um, what? no sorry, how much?" dahyun turns to you, trying to understand all the information that has just been dumped onto her.
"50 million." you sigh, just thinking about the figures. spending late nights calculating interest, and ways to even pay off the large sum of money.
"50? million?" dahyun stands up suddenly, you stand up too. watching her bewildered eyes scan across the room, trying to control her breathing, watching the clock, watching the blue in the reds in the carpet. holding herself as she walks out of the room.
you stare at the open door, the sight of dahyun turning and sinking into a chair.
dr. yoo stands up.
"mrs. kim, perhaps we should end this session here today. dahyun seems to be shutting down."
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you and dahyun are standing on both ends of the table, her eyes filled with tears as she glares at you.
"you don't think i recognize money-obsessed? you think i can't recognize my father turning you into him? that's all i can see! our marriage is falling apart and you have become my father and i've become my own mother!"
"dahyun, please, all i wanted was to marry you, he forced his hand, i didn't know what else to do." you can feel yourself shaking a bit, your heart racing as you both stand on opposite ends of the room.
"you should have told me." dahyun arms are crossed as she stares you down.
"i didn't want to tarnish the image of your father. i just wanted to love you, and if that was the final condition to marry you, i would do it.." you throw your arms around, frustrated with all this confrontation.
"his gambling debt costed us years of our marriage, can't you see? all this time you wanted to prove yourself to him, he just used you to fix his own problems." dahyun uncrosses her arms, voice reverberating around the large dining room.
"i thought, i thought it would, make him okay with me." your hands drop to your face as you cry into your hands. dahyun stops and walks over to you, wrapping her arms around you, holding you tightly.
"oh darling, i wish you didn't care so much for him opinion." she softly rubs your hair, rubbing circles into the back of your chest as you cry freely. for the first time in a long time, you feel the exhaustion, sadness, yearning all come crashing through your body.
"i wish i didn't too." through long cries in between you finally vocalize it.
"but you love me? isn't that why you did all this?" she questions, a thought thats been plaguing her mind. do you still love her? do you still have the same passion for her you once declared openly to the world? do you still mean each vow you said to her as your hands held hers?
"i do, more than anything else in the world, i love you. my words can only show so much of it." you lift your head up, wiping her tears as she wipes yours.
a small smile on her lips, it's all so stupid.
"show me." she stops crying for a bit, eyes glimmering with hope. she stares at you, in that way you love so much.
"show you?" you try and stop the tears, getting a clearer view of her face.
"show me how much you love me." she says crashing her lips into yours, pulling you forward, your feet nearly stumbling as you wrap your arms around her waist. "show me."
she whispers against your lips, like a spell, you nod and grab a hold of her, rushing you both into your bedroom. you try and show her, that the passion you have for her has always been there, and always will.
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"mrs and mrs. kim!" dr. yoo invites you in, a warm light shining into the room. you both get seated, while dahyun lets go of your hand.
"i know last time, we had a bit of an outburst, how has that been?" dr. yoo stares at you both, notepad in hand.
"we resolved it." dahyun says confidently.
"resolved it?" she stares at dahyun. dahyun just nods.
"and you? what do you think?"
"we resolved it." you nod back, smiling at dahyun.
"alright, that's lovely to hear. so to follow up, how is sexual intimacy going?" dr. yoo notes the light blush on your faces, unwilling to look at her or even each other.
"it's, it's um, it's good." dahyun starts and coughs a bit, shuffling her feet.
"and you?"
"it's good. very good." you reply, and dahyun slaps your arm, trying to get you to shut up.
"oh i see." dr. yoo writes along a new line of her notepad. eyes reviewing her notes so far, comparing previous sessions with this one.
"is there more we should discuss?" dr. yoo comments, eyes lifting off the page again, a light smile upon her face.
"no, i don't think so." dahyun nods at your words, you smile at her. and she shares that same eye smile that you love so much right back.
"right then, well, these sessions are on a as-needed basis. so let me say this in the nicest way possible. i hope we never have to meet in this room again. although my door is always open." dr. yoo gives you both a wink as she ushers you both outside. you wrap your arm around dahyun's shoulder, a little smile on your face.
you hold onto dahyun just a little tighter.
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a/n: genuinely had so much trouble with this fic, but it has come to fruition so i'm happy regardless! had to do research on marriage counseling and i hope it is obvious but this is fictional and i am not a licensed therapist so there will be inaccuracies. also shoutout to @cry4mina who listened to me word vomit my troubles with this fic <3 please listen to the song as well as look up the meaning of the song!! stay safe and stay healthy everyone!!
to @saiiidahyunee this fic is for you, hope you enjoyed <333
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[SMUT] TWICE Dahyun x Male Reader - "Conquered By An Abomination"
Here's my final one-shot for this year which is another smut fic featuring Dahyun. I want to say that I'm pretty proud and impressed at myself for being able to catch up on the 4th quarter after being too busy during July-October.
This fic has got to be one of my experimental and unique works that I decided to try writing, because the concept that you're about to see here was never been done by me before, meaning that this my first-time writing it. Please understand and pardon me if this one turns out to be not suitable to the liking of some, as I feel like this might not be everyone's cup of tea.
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TRIGGER WARNING: contains R+18 mature content, smut
WORD COUNT: 4,500+
TAGS: abduction, aphrodisiac, tentacles, rough sex, monster fucking, gangbang, breast play, deepthroating, ass filling, creampie
On Friday, November 13, astrophysicist Dr. Kim Dahyun and her research team went from Busan to Seoul to visit a location where they were tasked with conducting a comprehensive examination.
Based on radar data from their headquarters, it was seen that around midnight yesterday, an object that seems to be a fragment of an asteroid or comet crashed into the vicinity of Seoul.
Their chief professor and mentor at the research lab gave them the order to report any unusual sightings they came across there before calling the military and defense squad to seize control of the area and place it under lockdown, keeping everyone outside of the sector out.
Dahyun and her group entered the hidden area through their vehicle, bypassing the main road and making their way to the designated site. They made the decision to park close to the danger zone as they were leaving the road so they could more easily reach the astronomical devices inside.
"So what's this anomaly of yours supposed to look like?" One of her intern graduated to SNU, YN LN asked her after arranging all the panels around the van.
"It's almost the same as what we used to find from the sky, but this one was the first to do the unthinkable." Dahyun answered, wiping her eyeglasses. "The record says that it's like a small shooting star that emerged from the sky, but the impact it left when it came contact here almost triggered a mild earthquake."
"So that's why the sent us in." He responded, nodding his head understandably.
Dahyun turns her head around, acknowledging her other assistant who is testing some devices that they will equip on their hands outside. "Uhm, Minyoung excuse me for a sec will you?"
"Yes, Miss Kim?"
"Can you grab for me that gloves beside the first cabinet?" She pointed at the direction. Minyoung saw it and unhesitantly passed it to her. "Thanks."
"Are you guys good now?" She checked on her accomplices. They signalled her with a positive note. "Okay, let's take a look what they have in store for us."
After getting out of the van, they began to swing the tall leaves that were obstructing their view and path on the verdant field. They weren't even gone from their car for that far when they observed something startling.
The three researchers were welcomed with a bald area on the top portion of the field, which was produced by a big crater on the land. The leaves that were impacted by the collision scattered across the hole.
"This looks huge." YN exclaimed with a gasping mouth. "Are you all sure it's just a thin shooting star-like that appeared yesterday?"
"It is. They even presented it to me." Dahyun explained. "The anomalies here would be always associated to the geological condition here. I have a chart that describes everything we have encountered for these past few years and I've never seen anything like this that an unknown object also gave us a hard time dealing with a quake."
"We better get starting now because to be honest, this is getting really unpredictable to the minute and I couldn't understand what's going on as long as we see it ourselves." Minyoung suggested. Dahyun and YN looked at her and they were both convinced. YN planted a huge nail beside the crater and wrapped a rope around it that will serve as their handle when going down to the crater.
As the three of them made it below. They began to look around and observe deeply the surfaces. Minyoung kneels down and poked a stick on a gross material, forming a disgusted expression on her face. "Uhh guys, take a look at this."
Dahyun and YN came towards her. "Does this remind you of something?" Minyoung said as she twirled and flipped it around, almost like she's playing on it.
"Is that an eggshell?" YN asked, furrowing his brows at the black and velvet-colored thin piece swimming at a pool of gooey substance.
"Could be. Just look at the fluids around that probably came from this." Dahyun said, mentioning the slime. They garnered their eyes more at their surroundings, there were even bigger ones that what Minyoung has found and they were also mostly covered with a slime.
"Get away from that, Minyoung-ah. Don't you see how disgusting it is?!" YN scolded his friend. He started to cover his nose too with his shirt. "And do you guys smell that?"
"Yeah, it's bad." Dahyun clenched her face in dislike. "Feels like there's a rotting organ in here."
"Wait, so are we gonna conclude right away that we just discovered a cracked egg?" YN said. He scoffed and rubbed his face. "Am I correct at what I think this might mean?"
"No, YN. We're just getting started here. We are researchers we came here to finish our task and not do it in rush just because we're in an unsettling situation right now." Dahyun protested. "We don't jump into conclusions right away."
"S-sorry, Prof." YN bowed his head. "It's just.. I'm sensing something wrong in here."
"YN, let's just wish it would not happen at all. Okay?"
YN looked at Dahyun's comforting and calm demeanor. He nodded shyly. "Yes, Ms. Kim."
Snapping a few photos of the scene, Dahyun gave Minyoung and YN the order to take everything out of the van that would be necessary for them to make a report and gather any evidence that they would find here. Dahyun borrowed a tracker and used it to glide around the crater's borders while they did so.
The tracker bumped against a tall leaf, and the alarm began to sound loudly. After receiving an alert, Dahyun was perplexed as to what it had discovered. Before she caught anything, she inspected the dirt and leaves in the area.
The leaves did not have sharp, pointed ends. Rather, it appears as though the flower has grown directly onto the leaf, utilizing it as a stem or something unexplainable. Dahyun thought it was rather strange to see a flower extending through the body of the leaves itself.
She stepped back to wipe the dust off her face as the flower burst some sprinkle of nectar on her face as she reached out to touch it. She held her tracker again while she coughed, but she quickly figured out that it was unresponsive.
"There's got to be some power or equipment malfunction" Dahyun hissed on the device as she carried it. "Minyoung! YN! I need a help on-"
Dahyun was about to walk back on the van when suddenly she went out of balance and slipped through the crater. When she was about to get up, she saw the van fleeted upwards to the sky, a hole was formed on the bottom of the vehicle before it splitted in half when it crashed on the ground. Her heart shattered she heard it explode.
She wasn't devastated because of the vehicle, but because of the fact that two of her colleagues were inside that van when it exploded. "NOOOOOOOO!!!!" she shouted at the horrific sight from outside the crater.
Dahyun ran through the ropes and hurriedly climbed but she started getting drowsy and lightheaded, her body losing it sense until it managed to get her out of the grip from the rope, sending her unconscious inside the crater.
Right after she snapped out, the ground she's laying at started to flow like waves.
Dahyun woke up hours later, but not without a clue on her, as her mind was still rebooting from what happened to her earlier. Her eyes opened, and there she witnessed herself sitting in the middle of what it seems to be a cave.
She slowly risen up to her feet, her feet stumbled a bit as she felt a dull ache on her head once again. Rubbing it to ease it off atleast, Dahyun breathed deeply before returning back her attention on her current situation of getting stuck.
She couldn't find any light that would provide her to a clearer vision of everything around her. Nervous and desperate to find a route to escape, Dahyun had no other choice but to walk around and explore for a route way out.
"HELPPP!!! ANYBODY OUT THERE CAN HEAR ME?!" Dahyun pleaded as loud as she can reach on her voice. "MINYOUNG? YN? WHERE ARE-"
She paused as she recalled earlier seeing their van where her two assistants were staying in. Her emotions overtook her, releasing teardrops across her face. She also began to feel guilty, thinking that she should have ordered them to go back inside and fetch all of their equipment on her behalf.
Maybe if it wasn't for her, she wouldn't led both her friends on their own demise. Dahyun sobbed heavily as she repeated calling their names in agony.
She slammed her hand accidentally on some surface. Dahyun probably guessed it a wall where she could support herself while trailing along the cave. She took the opportunity, caressing and patting it.
However, Dahyun noticed something different. It was rough, soft, and quite sticky as she could describe. She tried to smell it, and it brought her to a familiar rotten organ smell she, Minyoung, and YN had depicted earlier.
"Huh? What is this?" Dahyun questioned herself where she is also the only one who could find the answer. With one more pat onto the strange wall, she noticed the entire area start to glow including the one where she is touching.
She roamed her eyes around, and it made her tensed to learn that she does indeed correct on her being stuck inside a cave right now, but rather everything that blocks her from the possibility of escaping is covered with unidentified type of organs.
There was a dark area on the far end just right in front of Dahyun's direction. She could swear that she had a glimpse of something that just moved there and disappeared from the shadows in a few second. "WHO'S T-THERE?!" she shouted as she started having suspicions in her mind.
Taking few steps ahead to check out what it is, a loud roar put her into halt before she was about to scream in terror. She fell on her butt and her breathing goes faster, wondering what kind of a monstrous noise she just heard.
She then saw something emerging from the drak shadows. In her utmost bewilderment and panic, an abomination has appeared in front of her, standing tall with its bulbous, humungeous and very disfigured appeareance.
It's size is like almost half of the space of the cave they're occupying, and Dahyun was in complete disbelief that the fear of YN he was trying to refer a while ago has unfortunately manifested into reality. A beast from the space or in other term made by humans ourselves, called aliens- are real in Dahyun's universe.
"D-don't come closer to me!" Dahyun tensefully said as she starts to crawl away from the monster. It blabbered some unusual noises that almost formed some inaudible words while shaking its head madly, and after that, Dahyun saw something popping out of its body.
Two slimy tentacles just came out from each sides and began crawling through Dahyun to reach each of her ankles and get wrapped. She then felt her body being dragged closer to the monster and Dahyun repeatedly yelled, begging for it to stop while tugging the tentacles with all the force she could apply to yank it off, only to end up with no effect.
As Dahyun was placed almost inches away from the gigantic alien creature, she has finally accepted her fate of being helpless and in danger. Tears filled with nothing but negative emotions streamed out of her eyes before the monster blew out some gas that has a color similar to the nectars that were sprayed on her by an infected plant earlier.
After she smelled it, she soon finds her body growing into a sense of arousal that urges her horny feelings to activate. She tried to endure it but she could swear that her skin were releasing more sweat and her pussy and her nipples are starting to become sensitive.
The tentacles must've found the lustful sensation brewing inside of her, and they took the perfect timing as one of them starts to slid through her pencil skirt and lift it up her tummy before it traces her pussy through the soaked panty. It's partner focused on her clothed breasts, bumping it and feeling its softness as it bounces.
Several more tentacles were released from the creature, but this time with various sizes and colors. Some were lighter or darker, some where thicker or thinner. The thin ones snaked through her sleeve and forcefully spreaded her top, revealing her white strapped bras containing her milky tits.
The rest then helped to remove her skirt, exposing her into half naked with her matching pair of white bra and panties. "NOOO! PLEASE, DON'T DO IT!" Dahyun pleaded until she unexpectedly released a sultry moan when a fast tentacle moves through her cheek and rubs itself on her skin.
All the tentacles starts to wrap around on her meaty thighs and slender arms in order to suspend her in mid-air. Their touch becomes even more satisfying and felt relaxing to Dahyun despite how denial the words coming out of her mouth.
Being half-naked and spreaded in front of the creature's ugly looking face, the tentacle then moved from her cheek to her lips as it continues to rub across Dahyun's pretty face. Her lips starts to pucker and the effects of the strange gas which was probably aphrodisiac as Dahyun guessed, made her more susceptible as it clouded her mind with lust and temptation.
She starts kissing the tentacle before it slid through her mouth, she sucks on it like it was a cock entering on her.
The other tentacles started to become bold also. They tugged and remove her bras and panties, finally making her naked. There's these suction cups- like tentacles went to crept up on her torso to her underboobs, feeling her perky tits bounce on their motions before its lips opened and sucked on her hardened pinky nipples.
Thinner tentacles spreaded her walls, assisting the thicker tubular object crawl and enter her tight pussy. It effectively brought another relieving feeling on Dahyun's aroused body, moaning in rhythm to the tentacle's barging on her constricted hole.
Their movements became faster and rougher, including the suction cups almost biting her nipples then returning to lick on it like there were supposed to have milk leaking out of Dahyun's breasts.
Due to the sudden increase of pace, it also din't allow more time for the tentacles to reach their limit. Despite her little efforts and strength to shake them off their body, Dahyun uncontrollably welcomes their slimy liquid that probably resembles to a man's cum, into her warm throat and womb.
She lets out a poor groan and whimper, sniffling in fear of what it could bring her after when she watched the odd colors and thickness of their cum flowing out of her. She hoped it would not cause her to get pregnant, especially if it would mean that she would breed an abnormal hybrid that sets aparts from what a normal baby should look like.
Desire is what Dahyun could just accept within her, disturbing and letting out the pleasure she has long kept to seek any solutions for it. First load wasn't enough for the tentacles howsoever, as she felt the tentacles changing their hold on her limbs to prepare her for a next position.
Still hanging from the mid-air, Dahyun's body was forced to bend, with her backdoor being the one facing the beast. The tentacles spreaded her legs, causing her cheeks and puffy pussy to open a little.
With her arms around her back, Dahyun endured all the harsh slaps of the thicker tentacles to each of her curvy asscheeks. She lost the count of how many times they played on it, too obsessed on how soft and big enough for it to give comfort on these creatures.
Funtime didn't lasted longer as they went already to the next move. She felt the girthy pair pounding both her asshole and pussy, fucking them simultaneously. Her body went back and forth at their movement.
The suction cups returned to play on her breats, tugging on her nipples and stretching them as farther her endurance could take. Dahyun hissed in a mixture of pain and pleasure only because it aided the abuse her tits were being applied at when she felt something gliding through her entire back.
She turned her head around and witnessed the alien sticking out its wide and long tongue slurping the taste of of the sweat forming across her back view.
The thick tentacles reached their climax, exploding a second amount of load to her love holes. Dahyun huffed at the unmatched energy of these active creatures using her body for pleasure.
As they release from her ass and pussy. She was repositioned again. She was now facing the monster completely before she gulped when she realized what she was about to suffer next.
A huge- like literally- gigantic cock, probably measuring around 14 or 15 inches in size unbeatable to any men's size around the world, is ready to explore Dahyun's innards.
Dahyun wiggled her legs, afraid that she might break from being unable to take his girth.
But again, she is outnumbered with numerous tentacles attached to her body, imprisoning her from any attempts of escaping, even though she has no other palns anymore as the aphrodisiacs are still in full effect on her.
Their strength pressed Dahyun's body to the awaiting cock. Due to its massive size it struggled to enter Dahyun's tight little pussy before it succeeded, only for the poor scientist to scream and grit her teeth in a shocking pain while the creature twitched and produced more creepy noises.
Thankfully, it didn't last long as the impressive pleasure began to take over her body when the monster started ramming his cock on her pussy, demolishing her womb inside. She went crazily bouncing on its crotch. Dahyun's eyes are completely white, with her pupils now rolled at the back at the intense pace of fucking she's receiving.
Her mouth began to lustfully agape, with her tongue sticking out as the monster cock continues to push deeper across Dahyun's walls. Her ass starts to create loud claps around the cave as it hits the alien's crotch repeatedly.
The giant cock stuffed into her pussy then pulsated, as it erupted a terrifying amount of dirty white cum almost inflating Dahyun's stomach like she is about to be mistakenly identified as pregnant, before it slowly slid out of her pussy, allowing the rest of the load to explode out of her abused hole.
The tentacles lets go of her body, releasing Dahyun on the ground, which gave her time to rest for a while. She panted heavily and speechless at the rough fucking she just had with the monster alien. She couldn't deny that there might be no other man she would ever met that would match the performance of what this monster has showed to her.
All of the tentacles and the bulbous cock slowly erected again the more the creature stares at Dahyun's messy and sticky nude body lying on the floor. They decided to proceed with the last action, as they focus once again on her nether regions.
Lifting her up, they spreaded her arms and legs again and faced her closer to the creature. The suction cups slowly crawled on her back then cupped her full breasts from behind. Dahyun whined and moaned at the relaxing and tickly feeling it gives. One tentacle went through her tongue, a pair goes back to her pussy and asshole.
There was a twist added again coming from the idea of the monster. Wanting to give every single part of her body that could provide a purpose of satisfaction to this monster's desire, they let go of Dahyun's hands and two tentacles caressed her fingers.
Dahyun sensed their hidden message for doing that and finding out the answer, she formed a fist and gripped the tentacles, stroking them like she would do to a male cock.
All of her body and now functioning properly following the monster's command. Dahyun's mind is full of sex. She has been hypnotized and manipulated too much by the pleasure and sensation that the creature has been passing through her using its ability to fuck her senseless and take her breath away.
The thick tentacles had her overpowered and weak from the way they drill through her holes as deeper as they could get. Dahyun felt her neck bulging as the tentacle gave her a deep throat, her clit being scrubbed by a tentacle with a brush-like end on it to add more pleasure, and the other tentacle wiggling around her ass.
They all began to pull the trigger of increasing the speed while they all moved in unison, their grip on her skin went tighter as they felt this familiar tightness in their system, approaching the climax of their endurance. Dahyun squirted her juices again and spasmed at her own orgasm, resulting to her walls clamping on the tentacles more.
Few more waves, pumps and strokes they gave and finally they executed their final blow, releasing their cum flowing through her throat, ass and pussy simultaneously, as she switches through gags and moans. The two other tentacles enwrapped on her fists splashed their warm sticky liquid on her arms and side of her face.
The rest of the tentacles joined, painting Dahyun's entire body with the rest of the cum flowing and leaking out of its ends. As they finished, the tentacles crawled around Dahyun's skin, giving her body a nice calming massage to ride out their lengthy session of sex and intense orgasms they shared.
Dahyun couldn't opened her eyes wide anymore as she knew she's completely drained now. The creature slowly laid her back on the ground with her body entirely covered with cum. She also weakly spitted and coughed out some from her mouth after unable to swallow all of the load down to her filled tummy.
Now that she can have her rest, Dahyun slowly shuts her eyes as she went unconscious, while the tentacles continue to caress her hair gently and massage her body, especially her addicting round tits, as they wiped away all the stuffs around her pearly skin.
When she woke up again from her long slumber, she found herself lying on a hospital bed with her body now clothed in a hospital gown.
Realizing that she is now in a hospital and two familiar people sleeping with their head resting beside her bed, she concluded that after everything that happened to her, she was now free and safe from that creature she encountered.
She gasped and shuddered as she remembered what it did to her, it awakened her parents and quickly hugged her in response to her fine state. "Oh thank God you're okay.", her mother said.
"How are you feeling, daughter?" Mr. Kim checked up on her. "It's been days you were confined. We were really worried that something worse could happen."
"I-I'm alright… I'm just… still tired." Dahyun said in a weak tone. Her eyes became watery when she remembered Minyoung and YN. "Mom… Dad, we-… we got ambushed. They didn't make it, it's my fault." she said as her lips trembled.
"No, daughter. Don't blame yourself, we know you can't do such bad thing with whole intention. I know you." Mrs. Kim said, rubbing her palms to calm down her poor daughter.
"We heard what happened to you and your team, Dubu. We're sorry." Her father stated in sympathy. "But we couldn't help ourselves to be thankful that we have been given a miracle to have you still here, safe and sound."
"I missed you, Mom… Dad." Dahyun holds her mother's hand and looked them in the eyes tenderly. "I thought I wouldn't make it."
"Oh, by the way. If you may be wondering how did we managed to get you here, it's all thanks to your workmates. They sent a rescue on the location where they found you lying on a grass field with your…. dress torn up covering your body." Her father gulped and lowered his head in regret at the last words. Dahyun just furrowed her brows, couldn't recall that part.
Dahyun saw her mom getting choked up on her emotions. She pressed her hands on her own and stared at her eagerly. "Dubu, answer me with all honesty. Okay?"
Dahyun just listened attentively on what her mom's about to ask. "W-who did this to you?"
Their conversation were interrupted when the door opened. Two men appeared in a room, in which Dahyun speculated that it's a doctor and the other one works in the military.
"Pardon to interrupt, Mr. and Mrs. Kim but this gentleman right here is taking a visit and… to ask for a request for the both of you." The doctor said. He looked at his patient, his face lightened in relief. "Oh, you're Miss Dahyun right? Good thing that you're awake. How are you feeling?"
"Fined, doc." Dahyun replied.
"Is there anything you need from us, sir…?" her mother asked.
"General Knight Yoo of the Seoul Military Army. Greetings to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Kim." the military man introduced himself to the family, performing a salute gesture. "Yes, I actually would like to speak with your daughter."
They all looked at Dahyun who became curious at the acknowledgement. "For what, sir?"
"It's regarding to that research that your team embarked near outside Itaewon." Knight elaborated. Dahyun's eyes widened in astonishment as his words struck those memories of her on that given time to repeat in cycle on her mind, including that one awful experience that she had.
"Your faculty cooperated with us in order to seek help when they lost their line to your team. We went through an investigation at that site and we found something… threatening, and we assume that since you're the only survivor in the incident confirmed yet, we would like you to enlighten us as we interrogate you about what actually happened."
Dahyun pursed her body forward slight from leaning on the bed, her face showed a puzzled expression. "Wait, what do you mean 'yet'?"
General Yoo maintained his intrigued stare at the patient. "Ms. Bae Minyoung's remains were found by the forensic team but your other accomplice, Mr. YN LN is still nowhere to be found but some of his torn out clothing were seen inside a cave. We will give it one week before we rule him as deceased."
Dahyun's switched looks at the four people gathered around her before she lured away her eyes filled with hope for her friend's disappearance from them.
Her traumatic experience of being conquered by an abomination should've brought her instantly to cooperate with the armed forces as they requested for her to stand up as the witness and part of the evidence in this important matter.
But rather, she's conflicted about what she should consider telling to them.
The idea of the alien monster who also amazingly pleasured her beyond the edge, disregarding the actual peculiar possibility behind the monster's odd behavior when she was held captive which failed for Dahyun to intepret; made her think twice on the decision she has to unveil.
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Dahyun’s Birthday Sex
Smut and fluff (rough sex, deep penetration, creampie)
Chapter 199
3.4 K Words
(OC celebrating Dahyun's 21st birthday.)
“Babe wake up, babe” you feel a slight nudge in your arm as you are half asleep. Opening your eyes, you see Dahyun next to your bed. “What’s going on, Dahyun?” Knowing you’re now awake, she sits on the bed next to you, “Do you want to go on a morning walk with me?” You look towards your window, see it’s still dark out, and ask, “What time is it?” She looks at her watch, “It’s five in the morning, perfect for a morning walk.”
You think to yourself that it's way too early to have a walk, but it’s been a while since you accompanied her in one, “Okay, I’m up for it; what about Daeun?” She turns towards you and lowers herself, “She’s right here,” showing you a sleeping Daeun in a satchel semi-awake. You stand up and kiss her, “Good morning, little princess.”
“Okay, let’s go on that walk.” Dahyun waits for you downstairs and hands you a small sling bag for you to carry. You hold Dahyun’s hand and have a pleasant conversation as you walk down the side of the road.
Once you get back, you and Dahyun get ready for your date. “I’m going to bathe Daeun and take a shower myself. Meet you down again in an hour.”
You go to Dahyun’s room and knock on the door, “Can I come in?” “Come in!” You open the door and see a Dahyun sitting with Daeun, who is breastfeeding. “Come and sit down. I’m just feeding Daeun before we leave.” You sit and watch a semi-sleeping Daeun suckling slowly on Dahyun’s cream-white breasts.
“She’s getting bigger as the months go by, huh.”
“Yes, before you know it, she’ll say her first words and play with the rest of her sisters.”
“I can’t wait for it to happen, already.”
When Daeun is done drinking, Dahyun changes her diaper one last time before taking her to Sana, who is excited to watch over her while the both of you are gone. Dahyun gave some last-minute instructions to Sana before the two of you headed out. You give her one last goodbye kiss before getting inside the car.
“Are you ready for your birthday date?”
“Yes, I’m excited,” and start the car and wave in Daeun’s direction. Sana holds Daeun up and waves her little hand goodbye.
You arrive at the location and park the car in a nearby parking lot. “Where are we going, oppa?”
“It’s a surprise. You’ll like it, though.” You exit from the car and open the door for Dahyun. She puts on a cap to cover her pale skin. You lead her to the shop, and she immediately jumps from excitement when she sees multiple types of chocolate in front of the store’s window. “Are you going to buy me some chocolate?”
You open the door, letting her in first, and say, “We are going to make it ourselves.”
“Welcome to Penguin Chocolate store. Are you the 9 am reservation?”
“Yes, for a party of two.” The older lady walks the both of you into a separate room, “This is the room we use for chocolate-making classes. Today we will be making two types of chocolates.”
You can see the excitement in Dahyun’s eyes, and she begins to ask questions to the older lady. You look through the booklet on the table on the types of chocolate you can make in class.
The older lady introduces herself as the instructor for today’s session and talks about what both of you will do for the today. An excited Dahyun selects different types of chocolates and designs she wants to make.
The class continues with the both of you mixing melted chocolate and adding multiple ingredients before pouring it into metal designs and placing it on a large metal sheet. The chocolate is set in a special oven and heated as you and Dahyun have a small break on the outside patio.
“How do you like the class so far?” With her chocolate shake in her hand, she says, “I loved it. Didn’t know it took so much, but it’s fun. We should do this again.”
“We can, maybe, once the tour is over.” With a smile on her face, she finishes off her drink and hurries back to the store to check on her chocolate.
“You both box your chocolates in multiple small boxes and wrap a nice red ribbon on it. Dahyun writes small notes while you place them in a larger container before having them shipped to the house for the rest of the members.
“Thank you for choosing us,” the lady waves the both of you goodbye as you exit the door. Once you're in the car Dahyun opens the small box, “Oppa, say ahh.” You open your mouth, and she puts a piece of chocolate into your mouth. “How is it?”
“It’s good. You should become a chocolatier once we retire and open a little shop.” She looks at you and laughs, “Haha, I’ll think about it. By the way, where are we going next?”
“You’ll see” as you drive towards a small airport. Once you arrive at the gate entrance, you insert a code that allows you to enter the gate and head to one of the many hangers. “Make sure you grab your stuff once we get out of the car, okay.”
“Sure, but tell me where we are going first, I really want to know.”
“It’s a surprise.”
The flight attendant closes the plane’s door and announces, “Our flight today will be a short thirty minutes to Jeju Island. Once the plane takes off, you two are more than welcomed to walk around and enjoy the amenities,” and walks back to her section.
Dahyun looks at you with a large smile, “Are we really going to Jeju?” You grab her hand, “Yes, I remember you said you wanted to relax and enjoy a good view, so I made a reservation.”
She hugs you and kisses you on the cheek, “Thank you!” The plane takes off, and Dahyun moves around the plane, trying to get some good views to take pictures. You laugh and enjoy watching Dahyun act like a child around you.
The plane arrives at the small airport, and you are led to your rental vehicle. “Are you ready to go?” “Yes! Let’s go!” Dahyun looks out the window and takes a video as you drive on the windy road to your rental home.
“Where are we going, oppa?”
“We are going to stay in Samantha’s vacation home. She said I could use it when I visit Jeju, so we are heading over there right now.” It doesn’t take too long for the both of you two arrive and park at the driveway. You insert the code at the front entrance and place your bags in the front.
“Wow, it’s so pretty,” says Dahyun as she begins to look around. “Right. Seems like she has some good taste.”
Dahyun walks and opens the sliding door that leads to the backyard and the view of the ocean, “Omg, I want to live here. Please, oppa, we should really get a beach house, please…” rubbing her two hands together. “We’ll see what we can do. Maybe after building the first house.”
“Haha, it doesn’t hurt to try. Anyways how about a snack?”
“What do you want?”
“Hmm… some sandwiches would be nice.”
“Okay, let me check the kitchen and see what we have.”
“Sounds good, let me change, and then I’ll help you.” Dahyun goes upstairs and changes into a thin tank top and loose shorts.
You’re making cutting some vegetables and taking out other ingredients and feel Dahyun’s chest rubbing on your back. You turn around and see Dahyun wearing a semi-transparent tank top that leaves nothing to the imagination, “Wow.”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
She grabs some peanut butter and jelly from the lowest section of the fridge and bends down, giving you a nice view. You say to yourself, “Fuck, no panties,” and turn your head to get a better view. She grabs the two items and brings them back to the kitchen counter. You can help but stare at her ass cheeks that are spilling out of her shorts. “Oppa, can you help me and open the jar for me?”
She hands you the jar, and you go stand behind her; she presses her butt against your cock, teasing you. She can feel you getting hard as it presses her back; she loves the feeling. You instantly remember that day when she did the same thing after her first time, and you can’t control yourself any longer.
You pull down your shorts, grab your cock with one hand, and with the other, you pull down Dahyun’s shorts. You slap her on her ass cheek, causing her to yelp but give her no time to react as you quickly find her entrance and insert the tip of your cock. You can feel her lose her footing as she falls into your cock, taking your whole length in one swipe.
Dahyun immediately cums from your length and soaks the floor, “Oh no… I… I came.”
“Don’t think you’re going to get off that easy,” you pick her back up and push her against the kitchen counter. You begin to fuck that living shit out of her, making her moan loudly. “Oh my god! Oh my… You’re too big! I can’t take…” you pull out and give her a hard thrust, lifting Dahyun’s small body up in the air. Her feet dangle in the air as she supports her upper body on the kitchen counter. The both of you feel a sense of euphoria, a tingling sensation in your core that makes you want to explode, which you do.
Dahyun’s toes curl, and she spasms as she feels a sudden rush overtaking her womb, filling it with pure baby batter. Not having tasted your seed so long, it welcomes it and tries to milk you for all you’re worth. “Fuck Dahyun, your cunt is sucking me dry; it really has been it while. Since you want it so much, here, take it all,” as you press your body tighter to hers, causing Dahyun to cough out loud from the pressure.
The tightness of your core lessens, and you pull out your cock and see a large amount of cum oozing out and staining the floor. You set dahyun back on the floor, but she has no energy in her legs and stumbles as she tries to balance herself but slips. You catch her mid-way and pick her petite body back up with minimal effort. “You’re so light, Dahyun, just like a feather, haha.”
“Shut up, oppa. I can’t feel my legs, and you’re here making fun of me?”
“Haha, sorry.”
You walk her to the living room, and you’re about to place her on the couch, but right when you’re about to sit her down, she wraps her arms around your neck, “Don’t.” You see the desperation in her eyes, yearning for more. You know what she wants, what she needs. You take a sit in the middle of the couch and sit her on your lap; your heart races as you see Dahyun struggle to get up and work her way on top of you, grabbing your length and aligning it to her puffy slit. She gasps as she penetrates herself with your thick, long cock, lowering her tiny body to someone so massive. All you hear in the anticipation, a heavy breathing from Dahyun as she takes your whole length, her pussy tightening around your length, welcoming it back home.
She stops momentarily, adjusting herself unlike before, and looks you directly into your eyes. Your hand moves to your breast, giving it a nice squeeze, and you see her precious milk dripping down to her tummy.
You can’t wait any longer and take her breast into your mouth, milking her of her precious liquid meant for your child. The taste is sweet, something you can’t explain. Dahyun moans to the milking of her tits as you switch back and forth. She tilts her head back from the pleasure; you see her reaction and collect as much milk as you can, softly tilt her face and kiss her. She’s startled when you suddenly feed her own milk down her throat, it’s something that she hasn’t down before, but it turns her on. Both your tongues twist and turn, exploring every inch of each other's mouths before separating.
The milk you shared with her gives her the energy to ride you. She pushes you onto the couch and begins to ride you. The sight of her small figure, her breast bouncing, and her puffy lip rubbing against your pelvis feels amazing. You just sit there and enjoy the view of her riding you until the both of you cum together.
After the sudden session, the two of you end up taking a nap on the couch. You don’t notice how long you slept but see that Dahyun is gone. “Where is she” then hear a faint sound coming from upstairs. It’s Dahyun, and she’s singing in the shower like always, “I thought you would have woken me up.” She laughs, “Sorry, you seem so comfortable, and I didn’t want to bother you, so I took a shower first.” “How about I join you?” Right when you’re about to step inside, she turns off the water, “You’re too late,” and sticks her tongue out, mocking you.
When you are finished with your shower and get dressed, you hear Dahyun call out for you from downstairs, “What’s up?”
“Here, the sandwich we ended up missing because of our little play,” giving you a slight smirk. You grab the sandwich and take a bite before she steals it back and finishes it. “You only get a piece for surprising me.” “That’s fine, I can always eat later,” glazing at her body. “You’re such a dog, oppa. What am I going to do with you?” “I don’t know, but we can talk about it later; our dinner reservation is in an hour. We need to head out.”
The two of you enjoy a nice dinner at a restaurant near the beach and reminisce past memories together of Daeun. She thanks you for taking her out on this date since she’s been wanting to relax after the Fancy album release. “You deserve a break, especially today.” “Haha, I do. Daeun has been a handful, but you and the members have made it manageable. I don’t know what I would do without you guys.”
You try to cheer her up, “Come on, how about we finish you and have a little bit of fun.” “What do you have in mind?” “Not sure yet, but let’s figure it out as we go.” She agrees, and you ask for the check, pay and head out.
What you did after dinner must have worked because you entered the room in a rush as you and Dahyun kissed wildly passionately. With her legs wrapped around your waist, she tries to undress you before getting to bed. You throw her onto the bed and say, “I’ll be right back; just wait…”. You rush down the stairs, open the fridge, look around, grab the first few items you see, and rush back upstairs.
When you open the door, you see a Dahyun in provocative lingerie, black laced bra, and black panties. “Wow.” Dahyun looks at you with a smile, “What do you think?” Walking towards her, you can’t help but be in awe; her creamy-white skin and the black-laced lingerie are a perfect contrast. “You look amazing,” as you bring her closer to you and place one hand on her hip and the other on her ass. You give her ass a nice smack which makes her yelp, then a good squeeze, “You have an amazing body. No one would guess that you’re a milf.”
Dahyun’s smile turns into a smirk, “Do you want to play with this hot milf?” as she rubs the midsection of your pants. “Yes, I want to fuck the milf that’s right in front of me, especially when it’s her birthday.” She continues to rub and says, “Well, I see you brought me my birthday present, I can’t wait to unwrap it.”
You can’t wait any long, and you pick her up and toss her onto the bed, “Come on, fuck me with that big cock of yours, I want to enjoy my present to the fullest.” As you unzip your pants, your cock springs out from your trousers; Dahyun turns around and gets on all fours, then smacks her butt, “Come on pretty boy, you want to see my ass jiggle as you fuck my tight little cunt?”
There is no response as you grab her by the waist on pull her as close to the edge of the bed, and smack your hardened cock on her right ass cheek. You pull her panties to the side and trace your tip against her entrance, “I want to hear you moan my name, Dahyun.” “Yes, everyone is going to know that, my little pus…” she isn’t given the opportunity to finish her sentence as you shove your whole length at once. “Fuc… fuck!” You see Dahyun’s cheeks bounce when you crash into them. You raise your hand above her cheeks and smack it multiple times until it’s red; every time Dahyun moans out your name, “Slap it harder, make my ass red. I want to have the imprint of you hand on my perfect little body.”
You can’t help but get excited, the idea of marking her cream-white cheeks red from your spanking is making you hard. Suddenly you feel her cunt getting tighter and see Dahyun turn and smile at you, “Do you like that, oppa? Jihyo taught me that move. She said you like it when her pussy chokes your cock.” “Omg, Dahyun, you’re the best.”
“Then fuck me with that big present you gave me.” No more words are needed as you grip her petite waist with your big hands, you can feel how small her body really is compared to yours, smaller than some of the other members.
You begin to thrust your cock into her rapidly, causing her to lose balance and fall. With her ass in the air, you give it one more hard spank that makes Dahyun cry out in pain. She turns around, and you see her mascara completely ruined from the tears, “Don’t stop, oppa, keep on fucking me, please.”
“Okay, but don’t regret it.” She nods happily, and you grab both her arms and pull them tight towards you. With her body suspended in the air you fuck her ruthlessly. All you hear is a combination of moaning and crying as you admire the view of her back and her butt as it jiggles from your thrusting. It doesn’t take long for Dahyun to reach her climax, her pussy tightens up, and you feel a strong stream of liquid straying on your member.
There is a burning sensation in your core; you know that you’re also at your limit, “Dahyun, I’m going to cum!” You fix your position as you grab her from her upper arms, releasing your gates and flooding Dahyun’s womb with your seed. You can feel your energy draining from your body as it pours inside Dahyun. With your head tilted back and a slight jerk, you lose balance, and you let go of Dahyun’s arms. Instead of Dahyun slipping off of her cunt has a tight grip on your cock, pulling you down and falling on top of Dahyun.
You're on top of Dahyun’s petite body, your whole weight on her as pump of her cum. She could feel her womb being filled to the brim, and she surrendered herself to you. Once you regain composure, you get off of Dahyun and see your thick cum oozing out of her small cunt.
“How was it? Did you like your present, birthday girl?”
“Yes, I loved it.”
“Want to go for another round?”
Dahyun turns around with her back against the back and spreads her legs, inviting you for another round.
The two of you end up having multiple sessions throughout the night, only stopping when you collapse from exhaustion.
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@chaeneuu 𝜗 💿 ֶָ ׅ 나의 예쁜이 ᨶᯃྀི✿
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NAYEON JIHYO DAHYUN ❀ WITH YOUTH FOREVER VERSION SCAN
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Thank you, Family (Dahyun)
A/N: Old drafts during my break, don't wanna waste it. Enjoy Dahyun gangbang by Mina's family.
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Nishinomiya City, Japan.
I hold my girlfriend Mina's hand and return to Nishinomiya's home with her and her teammate Dahyun.
As soon as she entered the door, Mina's mother greet her warmly: "Welcome back! Thank you for your hard work."
"Hello, aunt. we are back to visit you and uncle." I say politely.
Dahyun also greets him: "Hi auntie, hello uncle!"
"Come on, come on, come in and have a rest." Mina's mother enthusiastically led us into the living room and serves us tea.
Dahyun and me sat on the sofa while Mina goes to the kitchen to help prepare meals. After a while, Mina's father also comes back from outside.
"Oh, my good daughter is finally back! And this lovely guest, please sit down for a while while I wash my hands and we can start dinner."
"Stop working so hard. Let's sit down and have a rest together." Mina's mother advises.
As we chat, the topic change from work to their idol life, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.
After a while, Mina's parents bring all kinds of carefully prepared dishes to the table one by one. The aroma is overflowing, the color and fragrance are all perfect, and we are all salivating after seeing it.
"Okay, let's get started!" Mina's mother says happily.
I started eating delicious food, chatting, and joking while eating. Dahyun came alone, but she was very excited to reunite with Mina's family.
After lunch, I decided to go out for a walk in the park to rest.
After arriving at the park, we took a walk on the path under the shade of the trees. The breeze blows on my face, the birds sing, and the flowers smell, making me feel relaxed.
Mina, hold my hand and whispers: "It's great to be with you."
I look at her affectionately and hold her hand tightly: "I will always love you, Mina."
Dahyun smiles mischievously and joined our conversation from time to time. The three of us spent the afternoon happily talking to each other.
I tried to have sex with Mina, but she was still a little reserved at her parents' house.
'No, mommy is just next door. We will do it when we go back to Seoul, Ok?' Mina hugs me tightly, trying to comfort me.
I didn't force her, you just hug her gently and then fall asleep.
Later that night, I get up and go to the bathroom. When passing by the guest room, I vaguely hear some strange noises inside. Out of curiosity, I quietly walk to the door. The door was not completely closed, leaving a small crack exposed. I took a closer look and was surprised to find——
In the guest room, Dahyun was naked and kneeling on the bed. Mina's father stood by the bed, inserting his thick penis into her little mouth; while Mina's brother stood at the end of the bed, inserting Dahyun's vagina from behind. Dahyun's body shook under the impact of the two men, and he let out intermittent moans.
"Little Dahyun, your little mouth is so great, it makes Daddy feel so comfortable." Mina's father gasped, holding down Dahyun's head and thrusting hard. "Baby, relax and let daddy's big cock enter your deepest part."
"Hmm...ah...slow down...it's too deep..." Dahyun tried to open her mouth wide, trying to accommodate the man's huge penis.
At the same time, Mina's brother was also working hard behind Dahyun, hitting Dahyun hard every time. "Dubu, you are so good at clamping here, you are going to clamp off your brother's cock!" He pumped hard while squeezing Dahyun's elastic buttocks.
"Ugh...I don't want it anymore...I really can't do it anymore..." Dahyun was forced to tears by the double stimulation before and after, but her body honestly secreted a large amount of love juice.
Seeing this scene, I also got hard and couldn't help but put my hand into my pants and started masturbating. The way the three of them interacted together was very exciting, and Dahyun's gasping voice also made me even more excited.
"Little Dahyun, call me daddy and I will reward you." Mina's father ordered. "Come on, how many times can you call me husband?"
"Husband... um... slow down, hubby..." Dahyun did as she was told. When I heard her calling her husband, I felt jealous.
"You're so naughty, little dubu. Then you have to serve your husband well." Mina's father grabbed Dahyun's hair and thrust into her mouth harder. "Fuck! I'm gonna cum!"
"Hmm...ahem..." Dahyun choked on the sudden flow of semen, but still swallowed most of the liquid obediently.
"Awesome, little Dahyun. Take your husband's things." Mina's father patted Dahyun's cheek with satisfaction, "Now it's my turn!"
"It's my turn to fuck you, little slut!" Mina's brother turned Dahyun over, who was still in the afterglow of orgasm, raised her legs on her shoulders, and once again penetrated her wet pussy. . "Uh...it feels so good...Dahyun, there's so much water inside you..."
"Ah...oppa...slow down..." Dahyun was unable to resist and could only endure another sprint.
I couldn't stand it any longer, so I opened the door and walked in: "Dahyun, what are you doing? How can you go fuck with your teammate's family?"
The three of them were startled. Mina's father and brother quickly pulled up their pants, feeling embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, I seduced them first." Dahyun explained with a blushing face.
"Forget it, since you are also my girlfriend now, let's continue." I said pretending to be generous.
"Huh? But..."
"No buts, you are mine tonight." I couldn't help but take Dahyun's hand and put it on my crotch. "Touch and see, your boyfriend is already hard."
Dahyun shyly caressed my lower body and soon made me excited.
"In that case, then come and taste a real big cock." Mina's father puffed out his chest and walked towards Dahyun. "Lie down, I'm going to fuck you from behind."
"Yes, daddy." Dahyun lay obediently on the bed, with his round butt raised high.
Mina's father held the thick penis that was erect again and slowly inserted it into Dahyun's moist vagina. "Fuck, it's getting bigger again, little Dahyun. Your little mouth is so powerful."
"Hmm...it's so big...slow down..." Dahyun felt the feeling of being filled again behind her and couldn't help twisting her waist.
At this moment, Mina's brother suddenly climbed up on the bed and put the meat blade that was ready to go against Dahyun's mouth. "Dubu ah, the other side can't be left out in the cold, right?"
Dahyun opened her small mouth obediently and took Mina's brother's huge penis into her mouth. "Uh... um..." She struggled to swallow, her cheeks bulging and fluid flowing down the corners of her mouth.
"Yeah babe, use your little tongue to serve me well." Mina's brother held down Dahyun's head and began to thrust into her mouth. "Fuck fuck, I'm going to die in your mouth!"
"Uh...uh huh..." Dahyun's little mouth was filled to the brim and he could only whimper.
"Okay, okay, let's change positions." Mina's father pulled out his penis, turned Dahyun over, and let her lie on her back on the bed. "This is like a good girl."
Mina's father raised Dahyun's legs and inserted into her soft pussy again. "Wow, you're already wet down there, have you been waiting for us?"
"Um...ha...because you guys are so big...I can't stand it..." Dahyun admitted.
"I see, then we must satisfy you." Mina's brother lowered his body, pulled out his penis from Dahyun's mouth, quickly stroked a few times, and then cummed directly on her face.
Dahyun was surrounded by three of us and fell into a lewd situation.
Mina's father held the thick and long penis, slowly inserted it into Dahyun's pink pussy, and began to thrust vigorously. "Mmm... Daddy's big cock is coming in... It feels so good..." Dahyun moaned softly.
Mina's brother inserted his cock covered in precum into Dahyun's little mouth, held her head with one hand, and began to move in and out of her mouth. "Fuck, Dahyun's little mouth is good at sucking...a little harder..."
I crawled to the head of the bed, inserted my fingers into Dahyun's anus, and circled around the tight entrance. "Relax, I'm going in." Before Dahyun could react, I slowly inserted my hard penis into her. "Hmm...the ass...is so swollen..." Dahyun felt a little uncomfortable.
"Don't worry, you will get used to it soon." I said as I started to thrust slowly. With all three holes filled, Dahyun was quickly immersed in pleasure. "Hmm...ah...slow down a little...I can't bear it..."
"Don't worry, we have all night." Mina's father increased his speed, pushing to the deepest point with every thrust. "Dahyun, tell daddy, whose big cock do you like best?"
"Well...I like them all...but I like Y/N the most..." Dahyun replied with a blushing face.
At the same time, I also found the rhythm and rubbed Dahyun's sensitive points accurately every time. "Relax, we need to be comfortable together."
Mina's father put Dahyun's legs on his shoulders and continued to forcefully move his lower body in and out, brushing against the sensitive G-spot every time.
"Little Dahyun, tell daddy, do you want daddy's cum?" Mina's father gasped and asked.
"I want...I want daddy's semen..." Dahyun replied with blurred eyes, and streams of honey secreted from the depths of her heart.
"Good girl, then daddy will give it all to you." After saying that, Mina's father slammed into the deepest part of Dahyun, and all the hot essence spurted out, straight into the cervix.
"Ah... it's so hot... there's so much daddy's semen..." Dahyun felt the heat pouring into her body, and his whole body seemed to be floating in the clouds.
At the same time, Mina's brother also increased his speed, hitting Dahyun's throat harder and harder.
"Dahyun, tell oppa, who do you belong to?"
"I...I belong to oppa...please use me as much as you like..." Dahyun was completely addicted to lust.
"Very good, then I'll give it all to you!" Mina's brother growled and poured all the hot liquid into Dahyun's mouth.
I felt the contractions in Dahyun's ass becoming more and more frequent, and I knew that she was almost reaching her limit. So I speeded up, hitting the sensitive points hard every time.
Under our attack, Dahyun quickly reached the peak, a large wave of nectar surged out from the depths of her heart, and her whole body couldn't help but tremble.
"No...no more...I can't bear it anymore..." Dahyun screamed and begged for mercy.
"Hold on a little longer, let's do it together!" I shouted, and after dozens of rapid thrusts, I finally released all the hot cum into Dahyun's body.
The three men all fell beside Dahyun if they were exhausted, but Dahyun was too tired to move, and allowed the white turbidity to flow out of her three small holes.
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is it possible for you to do lesbian kpop nsfw links for twice?
nsfw x links | twice edition
🚫: links below contain 18+ content.
[link] you always get handsy when in bed with nayeon and we all know what that leads to.
[link] this is how jeongyeon likes to have you —underneath her, looking all pretty for her as she plunged her fingers into you.
[link] momo is one nasty little whore who loves to lap up your cum, liking how you tasted on her tongue when you’d cum on her mouth.
[link] sana always liked to have you on the table where she could have all of you so easily, all splayed out on the table as she pleased you.
[link] it was a new discovery when you found out you liked to be tied up so you asked jihyo who happily did it, tying you up whenever you asked for it.
[link] mina always liked to stream but she didn’t tell you what type of streams, but when told she needed to invite someone, she thought of you.
[link] dahyun wanted to look all pretty for her live so she got you and her dressed up in pretty and slutty pieces of lingerie.
[link] whenever chaeyoung was over, she would immediately get on her knees just to see your pussy up close as she rubbed and fingered you until your legs shook.
[link] tzuyu is your pretty girl who just likes to have her mouth latched on your nipples, licking and biting it as if she was your baby who lapped up your milk.
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red or black
kim dahyun x f!reader
synopsis: two colors, two instances, two sides.
warnings: smut ; thigh riding ; strap-on usage ; degrading ; some praise ; reader giving/receiving ; dahyun giving/receiving ; switch dynamic? ; some sub/dom discovery? ; mean dahyun ; sahyo pairing ; small datzu crumbs ; not proofread (latter half of this was written on my phone :P)
a/n: finally on spring break! more dahyun content from me as always :)
in vegas, they say the house always wins.
when it comes to rolling on the roulette wheel, there are only two outcomes: red or black. a winner and loser. you either win it all or walk away empty-handed.
red and black however, can be applied to many things; in the context of opposites, a battle between two clashing egos, two different colors, contrasting ideals or philosophies. or better yet,
a safe word or preference that’s used in the relationship between you and dahyun.
it first started out to be more of an experiment of sorts. limit testing the possible theory of how one would handle the other. an interchangeable dynamic, the good ol’ switcheroo. dahyun was the one who was forward with the idea, you being hesitant because at the time you didn’t figure out what things you liked/not liked in the bed, turn ons/offs, or anything that wasn’t limited to a degree for that matter.
“so? what do we think?!” dahyun asks you one night out of the blue, laying on your thigh while sitting on the couch.
“what do i think?” you say, “i’m not sure, dubu. i don’t know how i feel about the whole…well…you know.”
“but it’ll be interesting!” she beams, sitting upright on her knees and eyeing you like a little kid waiting for their toy. “besides, sana has been telling me to check out some of the different categories that she’s been experimenting with jihyo and momo.”
“well dahyun,” you reply back at her enthusiasm for curiosity. “it’s still all new to me…” voice trailing off as you try to scan around the living room, not willing to meet dahyun’s eager eyes. “i would consider it but i’m just worried about how it’ll affect our relationship going forward.”
dahyun presses a comforting kiss to your cheek, embracing you with her infectious bubbliness that even makes the other girls fall a little bit more in love with her when it comes to hanging out in a group setting. this side of her was more reserved for you, exclusively.
“trust me,” she starts. “the sex that we’ve been having is good, amazing, just—you can probably describe it more better than i can.” you can’t help but laugh at the countless nights and endless times you found yourself sunk to your knees, kissing every single parts that you know all too well at this point, worshiping the wonderful body created on dahyun to your liking.
“this won’t be any different, just a new approach to having fun!”
“you and i have two very different definitions of having fun.”
a brief pause hangs your tongue, pressed against the inside of your cheek while you’re staring at the simple (but deadly) smile dahyun offers. considering, and you might still ponder this at different times but until then, you say,
“alright. i’m in.”
dahyun lunges forward for a hug, nose nestled in the underside of your neck where your jaw meets and lips tickling the area below it, humming gleefully.
“thank you, y/n. really.” she replies, giving you a quick peck before she swipes her laptop off of the coffee table, clicking on the keyboard and tapping to an open tab for you to see what she was talking about. “now i just want you to skim through this website for me, and answer this. what color would you like to be?”
—
(so that’s how it begins, to some sort of extent. for anyone that’s curious enough to even bother ask about a backstory, here it is:
the connection with dahyun really just came out of nowhere. you stumble into a new class that was heavily focused on group work. typically, momo was the first person that you would try to spot out to save yourself from the trouble of hitting the usual checklist of icebreakers that make you on the inside cringe from embarrassment.
luckily, the social butterfly that minatozaki sana was, swooped you in before the professor could even say a word to you.
she brings you to this small huddle of about 4-5 people, the list as follows: park jihyo (her girlfriend), miyeon (the day one bestie and also her other ‘girlfriend’), myoui mina (the rich, cool girl that appears used to being approached by all the top modeling agencies given with her appearance).
and lastly, dahyun. who was more of a wildcard in the grand scheme of things (or so you thought.)
brief introductions are shared; getting to know the basics of favorite song, food place, boba order, and a superficial hint of what they like in a girl is all being bounced around while you catch yourself stealing glances between you and dahyun all throughout the class activity. small talk was the first wall, but once that was over, everything that followed seemed to come along as a breeze.
you’d have to give credit to sana though, playing the role of matchmaker to speed up the process.
eventually, from moving through the ranks of acquaintances to friendship to calls and texts sent back and forth between each other. waiting after class and getting a quick bite at the nearest cafe cart brewed towards “something more.” few dates follow more frequently, and you have the courage to pop the golden question to dahyun one friday night before heading out to the club (we already know what the answer is so why bother telling it?)
a month passes, then a few months after. which brings us up to now. that’s it, nothing more.)
—
the first instance that comes is red.
dahyun was finishing up her studies while living on campus in one of the nearby dorms. you lived in one of the nearby apartments that was only a few minute drive and around the corner, so distance wasn’t really a big problem for either of you.
it’s nearing the end of the semester, and people are cramming everything into their books and laptops in the last corner of the academic year. cafe’s are being filled up, counselors are giving last bits of advice to students who need it, and dahyun has no issues with her classes whatsoever.
speaking of issues, there was one slight problem: you were kinda banned from seeing your girlfriend.
while jotting down notes on the desk, dahyun looks at her phone that had a few notifications from you that were images of smol cats doing random activities. the last message you sent was about what to eat for a study break. dahyun gave you a few options that were around campus and there was a nearby food spot close to her dorm, anything to get closer to her even if you were put on unnecessary suspension.
she gets startled when there’s a sudden sound coming from outside of her fire escape on the second floor, opening the curtains to see a black silhouette squatting down to match the level of the window. the eerie presence puzzling her for just a moment before she sees a light shine on a face.
you.
without a moment’s hesitation, dahyun opens the window for you while the hood is unsheathed from your head. there's a shuffle around the small space in the middle lane with both ends occupied by two beds, but dahyun closes the window, raising the lamp upward facing the ceiling before returning her gaze to you.
her eyes see you sitting on the edge of her bed, legs crossed over and both hands in the pocket of your hoodie. the thicker clothing on top of the hoodie was a leather aviator jacket that made it look like you were right straight out of that one top gun movie, but you lean back slightly, never changing your upright position.
“sorry to scare you like that, hope you were on your study break.” you say with a low tone tilting your head towards her, patting down the open space next to you on her bed.
“are you crazy?” dahyun asks you, ignoring the sudden heat flushing through her cheeks as she makes her way towards you, patting down her thigh to ease her bit of nervousness. “you know you’re not supposed to be here, even when yunjin said—”
“she says that, but doesn’t mean it.” you reply, taking off your aviator jacket while dahyun sits next to you, putting a leg over and letting her arms fall on your shoulders. “besides, her and i just had a small…disagreement.”
dahyun arches a brow while you’re flashing a gooey smile, smirking after when you’re tapping her knee cap over your leg. “uh huh.” she says, remembering the little bust up with your team captain yunjin at lacrosse practice at the beginning of the week. since she was dahyun’s roommate, it was more of a lenient punishment because of the overcompetitiveness almost affecting the team. so, you weren’t allowed to see dahyun until the whole ordeal blew over, knowing that you wouldn’t listen—here you were in her room.
“well, i guess you can stay for a bit.” dahyun says, “i still have to review before yunjin—”
“she’s not coming back.”
“what? why?!”
“yunjin’s hanging out with kazuha and chaewon. my best guess is that they’re just talking about some lacrosse team stuff, nothing too serious.”
you lean your head on dahyun’s shoulder, fingers tracing along the perfect skin on her thigh, just stopping right before her ass. giving a quick look with the eyes, you smack your lips, “don’t tell me you’ve been studying here all day, have you?”
“well– i– i mean…”
sighing out confirming the suspicion, you lift dahyun’s leg, shifting it over yours, and she’s straddling your lap—her arms never moving on your shoulders once she’s all settled in. “since you’ve been hitting the books while i’ve been napping, why don’t you tell me what you’ve been going over so far?” hand moving along the underside of her thigh, you take the hint that she’s not wearing any underwear beneath her shorts. “sleeping for a bit would be a perfect solution for you over that reading that you’re always doing.”
“you don’t want to hear what i’ve read.”
“just like, one thing. for me dubu?” you ask, hand on her hip, lightly moving dangerously close to the growing wet spot between her legs.
dahyun knows that she’s being worked over with the amount of short, hitched breaths being let out in frequent succession. “i was just reading about– fuck, how w-we as humans are more prone t-to be more impatient in psycholog- baby that’s–”
“hmm,” you hum with your moving hands on her hips, looking up at your flustered girlfriend riding you, dahyun trying to neglect the friction and growing heat very poorly. “patience huh. maybe you could teach me a thing or two about that more, right?”
all you hear is a small whine being sounded while you’re smiling, dahyun’s face looking a little more out of it with her slacked jaw, eyes half-lidded and nearly closing. “think you can teach me some patience baby?” hands continuing to move at a consistent pace, dahyun’s clit rubbing against the fabric and your leg making her twitch slightly, the sensation now rising up throughout her body as time passes.
“y-yes, but–” her words are jumbled up agaisnt her teeth. “i wanted to see you…”
“i did miss you too, honey, and i'm right here, don't worry.” your voice is a bit deeper now, continuing to roll dahyun’s hips on your leg while she clutches the hood of your jacket more tightly. “maybe you can shower me with a few compliments, to get your mind off of studying for a bit.” you whisper in her ear as you carry on moving her hips back and forth.
dahyun’s moans coming out of her leaves you in pure adoration, sputtering different aspects of you that you’ve heard before, not while she’s rocking on your leg to the point where the sentences are sounding more run-on than usual. the small mumbles of god- please- more- yes- followed by more yeses. you can feel the wetness seeping past dahyun’s shorts and onto your sweatpants.
“my baby’s working so hard in school, she deserves to have a nice break, hmm? all of the other girls wishing they were in my place with you riding my leg like this?” you say into her chest, leaving feathery kisses to the upper profile below her clavicle.
“y/n– you’re– shit, so fucking– god– the way you speak to me like t-that,” she tries to say to you, head dipping down near your collarbone, speaking nonsense. “i love- everything about y-you baby. the way your hands– fucking fuck me up so good–”
“there we go pretty.” you say, nicking her chin up so that you can meet her eyes, adjusting your leg slightly by lifting it higher to make it look like she’s sliding down. her pants are making you lackluster, dark, the struggling breath riling you up as well the more she’s trying to stay upright on your leg.
“i can feel you close for me dubu, you wanna cum just like this? grinding on my thigh until you fucking get off?” you’re gripping the back of her neck with your left hand while the right one rolls her hips more into you.
“s-so fucking close, god. y/n, baby—”
“shhh,” you comfort her, “you’re gonna look so good cumming for me baby. let it go, i’ll take care of you. i always do.”
dahyun lets out a whimper of appreciation when you’ve given the go-ahead, the grip on her ass becoming more tight as the slick coming out of her leaves your leg completely soaked. she has her arms around your neck now, closely, allowing your free reign to leave nibbles across the unmarked canvas of her throat while she’s moaning in your ear, causing you to grunt from the infectious lust growing between you two.
“cum for me baby. i need to hear it, need to feel it.” you growl, bruising her skin.
she hears your voice down her ear, and it’s all too much. your large hands clutching to her waist. dahyun lets you have your way with her body, riding out the chain reaction of whines and moans and all sounds of the pleasure that consumes her, the sensation of her cumming to the point where she’s reduced to whimpering into your hoodie.
you steady the pace soon after, short exchanges of breaths are now filling the room as dahyun slowly grinds her sopped, worked core, still wanting more, but that’s for later.
“stress relieved?” you ask, smiling against her warm face. you can feel her breath tickle your neck as she lets her hands roam across the plane of your back. sometimes you’re still in disbelief that this woman you love has a near perfect waist the way your hands just link around it so easily.
“i-i should go back to studying,’ dahyun answers. “but i do feel better y/n, thank you. ”
“i have a new idea.”
dahyun is then flipped over the bed, shorts now discarded exposing her swollen pussy lips to you, taking off your hoodie that shows a sports bra that made your breasts appear even larger—and dahyun can’t help herself to stating, biting her lip at the potential site for more marks to be made.
“we should study each other’s bodies again, deal?!”
you wonder if you can hear dahyun swallow the moment you dive down for her again.
—
the second instance, black, comes a bit later and completely out of nowhere.
you’re not even prepared for what was about to occur.
to bring it up to speed: you’re shit-faced drunk. mumbling and humming noises that sound like a boxer in a comatose state. the pattern on the floor looks familiar—giving an indication that you were at your apartment (or at least on the way back).
dahyun was hobbling your wasted ass back into your apartment, hands and legs clearly uncoordinated, stumbling and propping up on anything that was in close proximity around the place with her carrying you back into your room, carelessly tossing you on the bed while she slammed the door harshly behind her.
you may or may not have had some -too many- shots in your system, the count already lost a while back—the more apparent elephant in the room is brought back to you when dahyun clutches your shoulders, eyes filled with rage, sitting you straight on the edge of the bed.
“what in the fuck were you thinking!?” she asks you, clutching the delts of your body with an iron grip, your neck keeling your head over causing dahyun to rake your hair in pulling back up, her hand now clutching the collar of your shirt that reeked of the booze you mindlessly spilled on you while drinking. “you’ve gotta be out of your mind for kissing my ex in front of me earlier.”
“who? oh! you mean tzuyu?!” you say, speech slurred, giggling at the sentence passing through your lips. “shit, i musta forgot, silly me—”
dahyun’s hand is quick around your neck, stopping your act and letting the proper thought of rationalization combating the effects of alcohol in your brain for a slight second, airflow halted with a harsh choke, tongue reeling back into your throat the more her fingers gripped around it.
“my fucking ex.” dahyun seethes out, grabbing your cheeks and leaning in closer against your cheek. “you crossed the line with that one.” she pushes you away, slipping off her jacket that revealed a black compression shirt underneath, the hints of muscles here and there from her arms to her shoulders.
she paces around in front of you, strategizing what to do with you while you sit there with hands fiddling with the end of the comforter below you. your heart is racing from the impending rage that was unraveling, wondering what dahyun will do next. the way she’s not even making eye contact from your lowered position makes you look up like a pleading child asking their parents for something.
keeping yourself together like this was near impossible, not when dahyun looked so good with this kind of attitude, something that momo and the others have said they were afraid of, but not you.
“where is it?”
“what!?”
“don’t make me repeat myself.” dahyun says sternly, pulling on the peak of your chin, “show me where she left it.”
“i don’t know what you’re—“
“the fucking hickey, y/n. show me where she marked you.” her tone sending a shiver down your skin while you tried to resist the urge to squirm under the touch. “you’ve already got me with your little stunt this morning, but you’re not getting away a second time.”
you and dahyun hardly fight over something in the relationship. most of your arguments are just disagreements that didn’t really spell anything too serious. this changed when dahyun turned down your imitations for sex three times because of a dumb mistake you did (not worth remembering what it was because the punishment was worse than the supposed crime).
after those failed attempts, this made you snap on the inside. satisfying the high sex drive you had was the only thing in your head, and you were gonna do whatever it takes, even if it has to make dahyun completely lose control. kissing her ex tzuyu that you saw at the party earlier was the last push that you needed, making eye contact with her in the crowd while you were smacking on the girl’s lips and letting her mark you front of dahyun.
the second reminder comes back, you edging out dahyun while she was getting ready this morning for an important meeting with one of the clubs that she was a high ranking board member in, the hushed curse of your name being moaned out while you relentlessly pounded and licked up her helpless cunt, her fingers raked around your head when you perched her on the bathroom sink. she didn’t want to give in to the pleasure, but she does, always does.
once you left her high with no release, you were sure that dahyun wouldn’t go throughout the day without having a single thought about you. in a doubled down effort, you sent her pictures of yourself in underwear at different times during her schedule to ensure that the thought would stay fresh in her mind. needless to say, it worked.
“clothes off.” dahyun says. “don’t make me repeat it a second time.”
all you did was just shake your head, dahyun lets out a ‘tsk’ slapping you in the face, forcing you to look away with one eye closed, cheek stinging from the contact of her hand.
“baby,” calling you while she soothes the light red mark on your cheek with her thumb. “show. me. the. mark.”
you comply, pulling the collar of your shirt to show a stark red hickey across your collarbone. dahyun sighs out while looking down, pressing the bridge of her nose before muttering something to herself. along the lines of what a fucking idiot you were.
dahyun’s strength surprised you at times and before you even knew it, your back was against the headboard of your bed, staring up to the ceiling while she slid off your pants. hers also came off, hand trailing up your leg to the seam of your panties, noticing a hint of wet in between the threads.
“you’re fucking wet? wanted to see me being rough with you? fucking little slut’s enjoying too much of this.”
you’re whimpering when she’s leaving more marks up your neck, holding both of your wrists. thighs rubbing together of built up sexual frustration that you were the catalyst in creating, but the thought and lust filled aura dahyun was possessing blinding you with delusion that you’d get what you want.
“dahyun…please—“
“now you’re begging?!” she scoffs out, snickering while she holding your face up again. “some audacity you have, bitch.”
you feel dahyun’s fingers hook on the elastic of your panties sliding off, then nails moving upward on your legs. in a futile attempt to wiggle out from dahyun’s touch, she stops herself, gets up from the bed and walks over to a corner in your room to grab something. she pulls out a box in her hand that makes your eyes roll at what she has.
the throbbing sensation rises between your thighs, closing your eyes again, brows knitting together from the euphoric false belief that dahyun would let you off easy.
a shift of weight in the bed presents itself when you open your eyes again after a few moments, the sight alone makes your cunt throb and your heart quicken.
she has a purple silicone strap-on. the one that you bought with your own money about two weeks ago to use on dahyun—-the first proper use of it being on you now.
dahyun shifts towards you on the bed. compression shirt now boldening with tense muscles and her underwear was off replaced with the plastic cock, unsure of what do with it, but clear of who to use it on, straddling your waist again before scorching up to your chest, the tip lightly poking your chin.
“spit.”
ever the good listener, you spit on the plastic tip, dahyun lightly stroking it lightly to get the saliva around the shaft more.
“suck.”
the commands are coming simple and easy, the only thing you’re able to do is just follow and submit, opening your mouth to let the purple tip in, lightly bobbing just past the tip while dahyun supported the back of your head with her hand, pushing you to go a bit deeper each time.
“so pretty with a cock in your mouth, even better when my slut is taking mine.” she laughs out, pulling away to slap her cock on your wet, pouty lips. you’re looking at her with pleading eyes, stroking your cheek again, dahyun drinking in the sight of you being like this for her.
she slaps it on your mouth a couple more times before moving off, leaving you harsh kisses from your lips down to your neck, to the chest, down to the waist, and—
“please, just fuck me. let me have— i just want you.”
dahyun seems to understand what your desires are, pulling you from the hips so that you’re laying on the bed now. parting your legs wider to put herself in the middle, teasing your folds with her cock slightly slapping it before slipping inside just past the head—the sound that leaves your lips is so low, breaking.
you’re clutching onto her wrists as she’s bruising your skin at the hips with her nails. the tightness too hard to bear when dahyun sinks deeper, flushing the whole plastic toy inside you.
“o-oh my fucking god.”
she pulls out and snaps her hips back in, leaving you no time adjust. a few locks of her hair falls over her forehead as she gets picks up her pace, the tempo gradually increasing until she couldn’t contain herself, going all the way—full send.
“w-wait babes, sta—nngh! fuck—it hurts…”
the slick sound of your fucked pussy on top of the symphonic tones of your breaths and moans combined fill up the room, fulfilling the fantasy that you’ve dreamed of doing to dahyun, almost.
“i don’t care if you’re in pain, not when i see a slut get frisky with my fucking ex.” she’s having fun with this also, taking out the frustrations and anger that you created throughout the day earlier.
dahyun puts in two deep strokes into your cunt, causing you to arch your back from the pleasure, before pulling out and flipping you over, raising your hips to match hers before inserting inside again.
the pace of thrusts pick up again, dahyun’s hips now meshing with your ass perfectly. holding at the right angle to as she continues to pound and pound and pound and pound—
“does it hurt, baby? the way my cock is taking your slutty pussy like you deserve it hm? wanting me to fuck you like this for so long?!”
from you, barely, “god, yes.”
she then pushes you deep into the comforter, mercilessly thirsting to no end at the new angle to take you deep. the throaty moans and fucked out sounds getting to the best of you, clamping down her strap more and more as dahyun runs a hand through her hair—you imagine her doing it the same way that’s just insanely hot from the simple action.
“i wanna hear you say it bitch. who am i to you?” she’s growling over the nape of your neck and into your ear, never letting up her speed.
you’re half-sobbing-half-growling into the sheets, gripping onto the pillows for dear life, brain too far gone to answer right away.
“ah—mmph y-yours, fuck i’m all for you.”
reveling in the vibration of skin to skin contact, the both of you are nearing exhaustion. the way that your hips are shaking beneath dahyun as she pounds all of the noises she likes out of your pretty little mouth.
“fuck-you’re so perfect like this. i can see you getting close—“
you’re yelling into the soft cushion of the pilllow, dahyun not amused at the act of playing it safe. she pulls you by the hair, lifting you upright with her, the strap becoming more and more difficult to move as you’re clenching hard around it.
“don’t shy away from me, slut.”
you liked the idea of being dominated, and that was the apparentness being brought clearly in this moment. dahyun had times where she got protective/possessive with certain things, but this was a brand new avenue that you probably prefer than previous occasions. to be fucked through with no remorse as she shoves your head back into the sheets, leaning over when you’re at the highest point of the night.
“da-fuck, please harder- fucking, ‘m gonna—cum—shit. baby god—don’t sto—“
“cum all over this cock baby. i’ll take care of you. i always do.”
the sentence alone was a silver-lining, and a daunting parallel.
“dahy—ah!” you cried out as dahyun fucked you through your (deserved?) orgasm. pleading and babbling and begging while you feel your body shut down, half drunk after being used.
dahyun slows her pace, hips bucking with every lethargic stroke, sliding the silicone cock out of your fucked cunt while she leaves light kisses down your back. she massages your red-marked ass while you just hum in satisfaction against the mattress.
you roll over on your back, the soft sounds and breaths matched with the simple movement of the lungs. in, out. in, and out. dahyun tosses off the wet slick strap, tending to your care with kisses and glances of love now shown—the possessive aura washed away completely.
just before your vision fades to black, she helps you lift your shirt up slightly, kissing down your body to the sensitive area between your legs. but before she does that, she goes back to your face one last time, planting a kiss to your cheek before whispering,
“my messy girl, let me clean you up.”
summarizing, we’ll leave it off with this: caught with a red flag at the party, blacked and fucked out by the end of it.
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