Imagine If Jeongie Just Panics And Turns Into Her Puppy Form Mid Convo And When She Shifts Back To Human

i swear after my finals i'll publish that fic i spoiled

sour grapes.

band au! le sserafim x fem!reader

summary — four girls, four very cliché romance tropes, one band + your matchmaker of a sister. what could possibly go wrong? (alternative summary: in which you watch a performance by a band made up of members who all love you.)

general warnings — strong language (mostly by either yunjin or chaewon), a lot of pining, a potential slowurn lmfao

things to know before reading — no, this is not an smau - i don’t think i have the time and energy for that lol. yn is an ‘98 liner, so she’s the same age as sakura, and chaewon, sakura, and yn were all in i-zone before it disbanded

featuring — le sserafim (seraphim), newjeans (bunni), some iz*one members (i-zone)

chapters —

0 — backstage

0.1 — love at first sight

0.2 — ????

tba…

we need to hear the wony plushie thoughts 😪

wony brainrot is real :( her coming to visit you and showing up with that big version of cherry, so happy and you’re so happy too, she looks so cute holding that thing, literally her in a bunny form 😭

she refuses to let it go so when you sit down to watch a movie it’s obviously on her lap and as she moves around to get comfier against you, it’s leg somehow brushes against her pussy :( and she’s so touch starved and needy, her schedules not giving her time to sleep, imagine touching herself or having sex with you, that is enough to make her breath hitch and her clit ache :( poor thing feels so pathetic, tries to ignore it.

except it doesn’t work cause a few minutes into the movie and she’s finding a way to position it between her legs and moving very, very slowly to not catch your attention, barely feeling anything but just the thought that she is doing it is enough to make her hornier. stopping on her tracks when you suddenly ask “wonyoung… what are you doing?”, her head snapping to look at you and you’re staring at her in such a intense way, making her realize that you did notice everything, she was not that subtle. she gets so shy, tries to explain herself but only makes it worse cause how is she supposed to explain?

so whiny when you start teasing her for it but also taking hold of the plushie and pressing it closer to her core, her hips moving on their own, pretty thing holding your arm and moaning so sweetly :( and when you see she is really close, dropping the plushie and sliding your hand inside her shorts, her being so slick your fingers find no resistance to slide inside her, nothing more than a few seconds needed to make her come :(

also, imagine fucking her in the dorms and she desperately looks around for something to muffle her noises and only finds the plushie like… pretty girl biting at its ear while you eat her out :(

*wets my panties*

I'M GOING FERAL

G!P YUJIN in this fit while she fucks you in the forest

she had the world | ive jang wonyoung x female reader

amidst the bustling cityscape of seoul, y/n, an inquisitive traveller from jeju, stumbles upon an art gallery.

✩ warnings. angst, mentions of affairs, strangers to friends with benefits, painter! wonyoung au, unrequited feelings, angst with unhappy ending

✩ word count. ~3k words

✩ playing﹒ she had the world [panic! at the disco]

their first encounter was serendipitous, as if the universe itself conspired to bring them together. y/n stood before wonyoung's painting, her eyes locked onto the colors that seemed to whisper untold secrets.

with a nervous yet determined heart, wonyoung approached, her voice barely above a whisper as she introduced herself as the artist. "hey, um— i'm wonyoung—the artist behind this painting. is there anything you'd... like to ask about this painting? or some feedback would be nice!"

y/n's smile was like sunlight breaking through storm clouds, illuminating her face with a warmth that sent shivers down wonyoung's spine. "wonyoung, what a beautiful name," y/n replied, her voice soft and melodic. "your art speaks to me on a level i can't quite explain. it's as if each brushstroke holds a piece of your soul."

wonyoung blushed, feeling a mixture of bashfulness and exhilaration. "thank you," she stammered. "your words mean so much to me! i-i put a lot of emotion into my art, and to know that it resonates with someone else... is the greatest compliment."

y/n extended her hand, a gesture of friendship that felt like an invitation into her world. "i'm y/n. i'm new to this city from jeju and i came to this gallery looking for something that could speak to my soul. i think i found it in your art."

as they shook hands, an electrifying connection surged through wonyoung's fingertips, leaving her breathless with anticipation. she couldn't shake the feeling that their meeting was no mere coincidence, but a tapestry woven by the hands of fate itself. the bustling gallery around them faded into a mere blur as they delved into a passionate discussion about art, life, and the inexplicable forces that intertwined their paths.

y/n's eyes, like pools of liquid amber, held wonyoung captive, drawing her deeper into their depths. each word that flowed from y/n's lips was a symphony, each laugh a melody that resonated within wonyoung's soul. she hung onto every syllable, cherishing the way y/n's voice danced in the air, a sweet serenade that intoxicated her senses.

days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, as their friendship blossomed amidst the city's backdrop. wonyoung found herself yearning for the stolen moments, the stolen glances that held a world of unspoken longing. she reveled in the small gestures—a brush of their hands as they walked side by side, a lingering touch that sent shivers down her spine.

but as the days stretched into a delicate tapestry of shared experiences, wonyoung couldn't help but feel the weight of unrequited love settle upon her shoulders. the tenderness in y/n's gaze, the warmth in her smile—it was a language that wonyoung longed to decipher, a love that she yearned to be reciprocated.

in the quiet corners of her heart, wonyoung weaved dreams of what could be. she imagined stolen kisses beneath the moonlit sky, whispered promises in the hushed sanctuary of their shared secrets. she envisioned a future where their worlds would collide, their lives intertwined like brushstrokes on a canvas.

the seasons danced on, their footsteps echoing in tandem with the rhythm of wonyoung's heart. spring blossomed, painting the city with hues of pastel dreams, while autumn whispered secrets of change in the crisp air. through it all, wonyoung remained by y/n's side, a silent witness to the ebbs and flows of their intertwined lives.

'twas a cool autumn evening, as the leaves rustled underfoot, y/n and wonyoung found themselves strolling along the riverbank. the water shimmered like liquid silver under the moon's tender gaze, mirroring the shimmer of unspoken emotions that swirled between them.

y/n leaned against the railing, her eyes fixed on the horizon. "isn't it beautiful, wonyoung?" she spoke, her voice carrying a hint of wonder. wonyoung continued in staring at the oblivious woman. "it is," wonyoung replied softly, her heart fluttering like a thousand butterflies in her chest.

as they strolled along the cobblestone path, wonyoung's heart beat a frenzied rhythm, her every word and touch infused with unspoken longing. "y/n... there's something i've been wanting to tell you," wonyoung ventured, her voice trembling with vulnerability.

y/n turned toward her, eyes brimming with curiosity. "what is it, wonyoung-ie?" she asked, her tone a gentle caress against wonyoung's fragile heart.

summoning her courage, wonyoung whispered, "these stolen moments we share... they mean more to me than i can express. you've become the compass that guides my every step, the light that illuminates the darkest corners of my soul."

a gentle breeze carried her words, intermingling with the symphony of rustling leaves. y/n's smile remained soft, the flicker of recognition barely registering in her eyes. "wonyoung, you're such an incredible friend. i treasure our bond more than you know," y/n replied, her words painting a painful melody that echoed within wonyoung's chest.

yet hope, a cruel mistress, refused to relinquish its grip on wonyoung's heart. she convinced herself that y/n's response held a glimmer of reciprocation, a silent invitation into the depths of an affair woven with stolen glances and moments of intimacy.

their encounters became clandestine meetings, hidden from prying eyes, their shared secrets whispered in the sanctity of moonlit gardens. wonyoung, her heart awash with both joy and torment, surrendered herself to the rapture of their stolen kisses, cherishing each stolen touch as if it were the last drop of an elixir she craved.

but in the shadows of their affair, y/n remained oblivious to the depth of wonyoung's love. her affectionate gestures, once interpreted as signs of reciprocation, became tainted with the innocence of friendship, blurring the boundaries between what was real and what wonyoung desperately wished to be.

wonyoung sat in her studio, surrounded by the remnants of her artistic endeavors. the room was filled with the scent of paint and the soft strains of music that mingled with her thoughts. she brushed a streak of vibrant red onto the canvas, her movements betraying the turmoil within her.

yunjin, her wise and caring friend, entered the room, her presence offering a fleeting solace. she glanced at wonyoung's creation, a mix of vibrant colors and raw emotion.

she raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile tugging at her lips. "hey there, picasso. pouring your heart out on the canvas again?"

Wonyoung offered a half-smile, appreciating Yunjin's attempt at making the atmosphere more lighter. "more like trying to make sense of the chaos inside," she replied, her voice tinged with vulnerability.

yunjin settled down on a nearby stool, her eyes filled with concern. "you've been a little distant lately. is everything okay?" wonyoung took a deep breath, but remained silent. "... it's about that y/n girl again, huh?"

Wonyoung took a deep breath, hesitating before she spoke her truth. "It's Y/N. I can't stop thinking about her, Yunjin. Every time she smiles at me or brushes against my hand, it's like fireworks exploding in my heart. I want to tell her how I feel, but I'm scared of what might happen."

yunjin leaned forward, her expression serious yet understanding. "look, wonyoung-ah, i get that love can be a rollercoaster of emotions. but before you go pouring your heart out, consider if you're ready for the consequences. what if things change between you two?"

wonyoung sighed, her gaze fixed on her trembling hands. "i know it's a risk, but i can't keep this bottled up any longer. it's eating me alive."

yunjin reached out, placing a reassuring hand on wonyoung's shoulder. "i'm not saying you shouldn't go for it, but just be prepared for any outcome. and remember, your friendship is precious. you don't want to lose that."

wonyoung nodded, appreciating yunjin's straightforward advice. "you're right. i just wish i could know what she feels without putting our friendship on the line."

yunjin reached out, placing a reassuring hand on wonyoung's shoulder. "i'm not saying you shouldn't go for it, but just be prepared for any outcome. and remember, your friendship is precious. you don't want to lose that."

wonyoung nodded, appreciating yunjin's straightforward advice. "you're right. i just wish i could know what she feels without putting our friendship on the line."

wonyoung nodded, her heart heavy with the weight of unspoken desires. she watched as yunjin left the studio, leaving her alone with her thoughts. the silence enveloped her, and she found herself drawn to the canvas that stood before her—a painting of y/n.

the colors on the canvas danced with an ethereal grace, capturing the essence of y/n's spirit. wonyoung had poured her heart into every stroke, every brush of paint. in the painting, y/n's eyes were pools of stardust, a captivating glimpse into the universe she hid within. her lips curved into a soft smile that held a thousand untold stories. wonyoung had painstakingly spun the stars on her fingernails, each one a testament to the boundless dreams she saw in y/n's eyes. yet, despite the beauty she had immortalized on the canvas, it couldn't bring her the happiness she yearned for.

days turned into weeks, and wonyoung found herself lost in the depths of her emotions, yearning for a love that existed only in the fragments of her dreams. every stolen glance, every brush of their hands became a lifeline, fueling the fire that consumed her heart. but y/n remained blissfully unaware of the tempest brewing within wonyoung's soul, her gestures of friendship shrouded in innocence.

one evening, as the sun painted the sky in hues of fiery orange, wonyoung's phone buzzed, interrupting the solitude of her studio. a message from y/n flickered on the screen, inviting her to meet at their favorite cafe. hope surged within wonyoung's chest, intermingled with an undercurrent of nervous anticipation. little did she know that fate had prepared a cruel twist in the tale.

arriving at the cafe, the air crackled with a mixture of warmth and tension. wonyoung's heart pounded against her ribcage, its erratic rhythm echoing the storm raging within her. she spotted y/n, a vision of serenity amidst the bustling crowd, her smile a flicker of sunlight breaking through the clouds.

"hey," y/n greeted softly, her eyes holding a myriad of emotions as they met wonyoung's gaze.

wonyoung returned the greeting, her voice trembling slightly. "hey. what did you want to talk about?"

y/n's gaze flickered, her fingers nervously tracing the rim of her coffee cup. "i've been doing a lot of thinking, wonyoung. and i think it's time we stop... this."

wonyoung's breath caught in her throat, her world spiraling into chaos. she fought to steady herself, clinging to the last vestiges of hope. "stop what?"

y/n's eyes filled with regret, the weight of her words pressing heavily upon them. "our affair. i care about you deeply, but i can't ignore the fact that there's someone else in my life now."

time seemed to stand still as wonyoung's heart shattered into a million fractured pieces. the colors of the cafe faded, leaving behind a monochrome reality. she forced a smile, her voice strained as she tried to mask the devastation that threatened to consume her.

"someone else?" wonyoung repeated, her voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid to acknowledge the truth.

y/n nodded, her gaze shifting to the floor. "his name is yunhan. we've been spending time together, and i think it's time to give our relationship a chance."

wonyoung's eyes burned, but she refused to let the tears fall. she clenched her fists, the pain radiating through her like a searing flame. it felt as if the world had conspired against her, weaving a tapestry of longing and heartbreak.

"i'm sorry," y/n murmured, her hand reaching out hesitantly, only to be met with wonyoung's withdrawal. "i never meant to hurt you."

wonyoung forced a smile, her voice tinged with a mixture of acceptance and resignation. "it's not your fault, y/n. we... can't force ourselves to love or not love someone.."

as the café's ambiance whispered tales of love and loss, wonyoung felt a silent plea escape her lips, carried away by the currents of time. she knew she had to release the hold on her unrequited love, to let it drift away like a leaf on the wind. it was a bittersweet acceptance, for in surrendering her heart, she set herself free from the chains of longing, even as the ache lingered deep within her soul.

the days that followed y/n's revelation were etched with a sorrow that clung to wonyoung's every breath. the weight of her unrequited love bore down upon her like an invisible burden, suffocating the vibrant hues of her existence. the unfinished painting of y/n, a testament to the fractured fragments of their temporary affair, seemed to mock her from its perch upon the easel.

one evening, in the depths of her despair, wonyoung stood before the painting, her hands trembling with a mixture of anguish and rage. the colors that once whispered secrets of love now appeared to taunt her, their vibrant dance a cruel reminder of the shattered dreams that lay in ruins. she contemplated tearing the canvas apart, obliterating the memories that held her captive. yet, in the end, she couldn't bring herself to do it. the painting held too much sentimental value, encapsulating a chapter of her life she couldn't entirely let go of.

with a sigh that echoed with resignation, wonyoung picked up her brush and faced the canvas. as her strokes danced across the surface, she poured her heartache into every brushstroke, the raw emotion bleeding onto the space. it was an act of defiance, a silent rebellion against the pain that threatened to consume her. she channeled her sorrow into art, using the colors as a language to express what words couldn't convey.

her fingers traced the contours of y/n's face, a mixture of sadness and longing clouding her eyes. "why couldn't you see how much i loved you?" she whispered, her voice carrying the weight of unspoken words and shattered dreams.

years passed, and wonyoung's perseverance bore fruit. the painting, born from the depths of her despair, gained recognition in the art world. its haunting beauty touched the souls of those who beheld it, a silent testament to the pain and longing embedded within its layers. wonyoung's name became synonymous with a tragic love story, her art an expression of the human experience.

one fateful day, amidst the hallowed halls of a museum, wonyoung found herself drawn to an ethereal presence. her gaze fell upon a child, their innocent eyes fixed upon the painting that had become her legacy. the child's fascination mirrored her own, a reflection of the profound connection art had the power to forge.

wonyoung's heart skipped a beat as her eyes fell upon the child. in that fleeting moment, she saw the ghost of y/n in the innocent gaze of the young girl. a bittersweet smile adorned wonyoung's lips as she nodded in understanding.

lost in a moment of bittersweet contemplation, wonyoung's reverie was interrupted by the child's mother, her voice tinged with worry. "haerin, where are you?" she called out, searching the vast space.

startled, wonyoung turned to face the source of the voice, and in that instant, time seemed to stand still. standing before her was y/n, a ghost from the past, now adorned with the grace of motherhood. their eyes locked, the unspoken words of their shared history hanging heavy in the air.

"mommy! mommy! look! this painting looks like you!" little haerin pointed at wonyoung's painting as y/n carried the small girl.

in that poignant reunion, the weight of their unfulfilled love reverberated through the silence. wonyoung's heart trembled, torn between the joy of seeing y/n once more and the painful reminder of what they could never have.

y/n approached, her voice tender and filled with regret. "wonyoung, it's been so long," she murmured, her eyes brimming with emotions left unsaid.

wonyoung's voice quivered, her heartache blending with a fragile glimmer of hope. "yes, it has. i never thought i'd see you again."

y/n's gaze shifted to the painting, her expression a wistful mix of nostalgia and sorrow. "your art has touched so many lives, wonyoung. it's a testament to the beauty that exists within your soul."

wonyoung's heart tightened at y/n's words, her voice heavy with unspoken pain. "do you know, y/n? this painting... it's you."

y/n's eyes widened, disbelief and longing flickering within them. "me? but... how?"

wonyoung's voice quivered, laden with the weight of unrequited love. "every stroke, every color... they are fragments of memories, of the love that bloomed within my heart. you were my muse, my inspiration. and yet, you never knew."

tears welled in y/n's eyes as she reached out to touch the canvas, as if trying to grasp the intangible emotions that permeated the artwork. "i never realized... i never knew."

wonyoung's heart shattered into a thousand pieces, her voice filled with aching vulnerability. "i wanted to tell you, to show you how much you meant to me. but fear held me back, and our paths diverged. now, all i have left are these brushstrokes, a portrait of a love that was never spoken."

y/n's voice quivered with a mixture of sadness and resignation. "wonyoung, i wish things could have been different. but life has its own way of guiding us. i've found happiness in a different path, one that doesn't intertwine with yours."

wonyoung's tears mingled with the colors of her masterpiece as she whispered, "i'm glad... i'm glad you've found happiness, even if it's not with me."

the weight of their unspoken emotions hung heavily in the air, the gallery a silent witness to the tragedy of their unfulfilled love. time seemed to stand still as they stood there, caught between the echoes of what could have been and the reality of their separate lives.

with a trembling breath, wonyoung turned away, her heart splintered but resolute. the pain of letting go mingled with the knowledge that their paths were meant to diverge, like two shooting stars blazing across the night sky before fading into obscurity.

what do u think about g!p sub!yuna waking up horny and using the reader’s hand (or pussy) to get off while whispering how sorry she is about being naughty (even though you can’t hear her)

i think that's a fever dream and nothing but my tiny alarm clock at 5 could wake me up not even thunder or a fire alarm going off so...i'm fine with this idea-

yuna would be having a wet dream about you and then wake up frustrated because you were about to suck her off when the alarm of your phone went off and you had no plans on turning it off, she'll reach across the bed and silence it watching you sleep in peace while she has a boner because of you, rubbing her dick inbetween your legs she sees that you aren't waking up and decides to take advantage you turning to face her with a soft snore as she guides your hand to her member and makes you grab it to pump herself guiding you all the way as she bites back a moan at the feeling before stopping once you stir a bit in your sleep, mumbling how sorry she is for being so naughty to you while you're sleeping she'll make you let go and pull your shorts and panties down to slip herself inside you and let you squirm and bounce around getting use to the feeling before she starts to thrust in you slowly enjoying the little faces you make thinking this is all some vivid wet dreaming you're having with her

only when she cums in you your eyes open and you find a very embarrassed yuna that needs to be taught a lesson about self-control by her mommy

jaemins little cute and sexy stepsis loves him soooo so much and only trusts him because jaem always reminds her that with him, shes “safe”… brainwashed her into thinking that jaems the only good guy for her everytime someone tries to make a move on her and she knows she gotta be a good girl for big bro jaem coz she gets to have jaems big dick inside her and shes soo sooo addicted to it even tho she doesnt have the slightest idea that shes being manipulated and she never dared tried to do something jaem wouldnt like in exchange for big brother jaemins cock :(((

RRRRRRRRAAAAHHH give me a second to breathe tw // stepcest, manipulation

you’re the easiest to manipulate when he’s already balls deep inside you and you’re going dumb just off of the feeling of his cock pressed to your guts, because it feels so good even if it shouldn’t, and you can’t stop cumming… jaemin makes sure that you cum a lot, too, just to ensure you’re extra braindead while he croons the nicest things into your ear, his tone featherlight and saccharine :( your opinion of him is so high! you think he’s such a sweetie, he’s never mean to you unless you make him mad and even when you do make him mad, you blame yourself, because jaemin’s the best guy in the whole world, you’re sure of it, so if he’s mad at you then it must be your fault. doing anything to calm him down because you feel so guilty when he’s upset, so when he tells you to suck his dick into your mouth, you don’t disobey him… even when he starts to fuck your throat and tears prick your eyes while you gag on his cock because it’s too big and he’s moving so fast, but you still try your best and swallow all of his cum, because you know that’s what he wants and you just want to make him happy!!!

it’s rare that you make him angry though because you’re more than happy to bend to jaemin’s will whenever he wants, however he wants, and he knows that… you’re like a little doll 😵 he recognizes that there’s probably not anything you wouldn’t do for him, considering how hard he’s conditioned you into being his girl. if it hurts a little when he fucks you, you take it because you love him. when he’s mad and takes his anger out on you, you allow it because you feel like it’s what you’re supposed to do, even if it hurts and breaks your heart when jaemin looks at you like that, like he hates you, because you love him! doesn’t he love you? babbling about how much you love him when he stuffs you full of his cock, how good he makes you feel and that you just wanna be his…jaemin kissing you and telling you that he feels the same, but he mainly just talks about how you milk his cock. you can’t really tell the difference between his love and his lust so you just take it as 100% reciprocation and it makes you so happy that you’re all :D which jaemin finds so cute, swears he’ll kill anyone that tries to take you from him

*umiyak*

𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚃𝚘𝚘 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 (𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛) 𝙿𝚝. 7

Synopsis: you got fed up by Bada constantly seeking you out so you finally confront her in hopes that she would stop.

Warnings: angst, cursing, reader revisits the trauma and pain caused by Bada

(A/N: writing this hurt my heart because damn, this story is a wild ride)

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 |

Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

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As the show progressed, you would've expected Bada to stop bothering you but you were definitely wrong. Not only did she actively seek you out but she'd do everything just for you to notice her and talk to her which annoyed you to no end. You just wanted to live your life in peace and do your work in peace but she's definitely not gonna give you that. You're honestly tired and just wanted to move on so one afternoon, you dragged her outside so you could talk in private. You caught Yeni's eye on your way out and she gave you a thumbs up which made you smile and calmer on the inside. Things with Yeni have been doing great, that you would say. She's the complete opposite of Bada but you told her that you weren't ready yet, not until you're finally sure that you're over with Bada and it will only happen if you guys talk, which is happening right now.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! Does it cause you excruciating pain whenever you see me happy that's why you always try and ruin it?! Look, you've already won three years ago. You already broke me down, you already made me lose myself while loving you so what more do you want?! I've given you everything! Gave you all my love, gave you all of me but it wasn't enough for you. It wasn't enough.. Always not enough.." you felt all of the pain came crashing back again as you're alone there with Bada. You were crying but you stood your ground.

"Y/N- It's not that.. I just wanted-" Bada started but you cut her off. You have so much anger that's been pent up for years and you just wanted to let it all out on her. You want her to feel the pain you felt all those years from what she did to you.

"Of course it's gonna always be what you wanted.. Have you ever thought about what I wanted? Have you ever thought about anyone else other than yourself? Fuck! I thought I was okay already. I thought I was healed from all the pain you brought but I was damn wrong.. Our past still haunts me to this day, did you know that? I couldn't bring myself to love someone new because I'm scared all of them will end up like you! Someone who just takes me for granted and takes my love for granted.. Why did you do that to me, Bada? Why??" you asked and Bada just looked at you, her own tears falling as she watched you cry in front of her, asking her why she did those things to you.

"Y/N please.. Listen to me. Even just this last time. I swear I'm not gonna bother you anymore. I know what I did has no excuse. I played with you, I hurt you, I took you for granted. I was an asshole. I thought I could get away with everything because I was rising to the top. But when you went back to the states, I realized how much of an idiot I was because at that moment I lost the one real thing I've ever known which was your love. I know my apology won't be able to fix this, sorry will not take back the pain I caused you. That it won't magically turn back time so I could make things better and take away the trauma I have caused. But please, even if I have to beg and kneel in front of you, please at least let me make it up to you.." Bada then proceeded to kneel in front of you, crying as she held your hands and continued to ask you for a chance to make it up to you even just as your friend. The once proud Bada Lee is just crying and begging, much like you did three years before.

Your own knees gave out as you continued to cry. You resent her for doing all those things to you but you also wanted to forgive her so you can also move on with your life. You know you won't be to love someone truly if you keep the baggage of the past and hold you down. You need to let go of it, forgive Bada and yourself for the things that had happened between you.

You were so lost in your own thoughts that you didn't notice you and Bada were hugging each other, crying and her apologizing to you repeatedly until she was hoarse. Team Bebe had to get her and Yeni brought you to Wolf'Lo's hideout so she can take care of you and make sure you're okay. She had admitted that she's in love with you and that she's willing to wait for you until you're ready to love once more. She supported you, showed you that love can also be a beautiful thing. Yeah it can hurt sometimes but it doesn't have to be all of the time. She's been nothing but patient and caring for you and you feel so bad that you can't reciprocate the feelings she has for you. You just can't bring yourself to love her back especially when you still haven't fully let go of the pain Bada caused.

"I'm sorry, Yeni.. I'm really sorry.." you sobbed as she cuddled with you on the couch. She just kisses the top of your head and rubs your back in a comforting manner like she always does when you cry.

"Jagiya.. There's nothing to be sorry about. I know you're hurting, I know that the wounds of the past haven't fully healed yet but I'm still gonna be here. I won't go off to love someone else when you're still healing. I'm gonna be with you until the day comes you're ready to share your life with me." Yeni says and you just hugged her. If only you met her sooner then none of this would've happened. You're thankful to have her by your side and you couldn't ask for anyone better.

"Thank you, Yeni.. Thank you for not giving up on me and for loving despite all this.. I just hope you can still wait for me." you said as you finally fell asleep from how exhausted you felt from all that crying. Yeni smiled a bit and pressed a kiss on your head.

"I'll wait for you Y/N, no matter how long it takes." she says and just lets you rest.

Meanwhile, Bada had to be attended to by medics. She passed out from how much she cried. Her guilt from seeing how pained you were by her actions three years before just became too much. She regrets everything and just wishes to be able to at least make it up to you, or take all of the pain she inflicted so you could find love again because everyone knows you deserve that. Bada knows you deserve to be loved, to be cherished and to be taken care of. You didn't deserve to be hurt, to be abused, to be taken for granted. You didn't deserve any of that. You were way too good, you were way too pure and Bada wasted all that.

"We should've seen this behaviour years ago.. I thought they were okay. I never knew that Y/N endured so much behind closed doors." Lusher sighs, they heard everything as they were looking for Bada to consult on a routine earlier.

"I hope they both find happiness and that they both forgive themselves from the things that happened between them since no one could change the past.." Tatter says as they watched the medics telling Bada to breathe and to not think of anything else as she began crying again. It was a heartbreaking sight but no one could do anything about it. Only you and Bada could fix this.

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Ahn Yujin - The best one

Pairing: Ahn Yujin x Female Reader

Fandom: IZ*ONE / IVE

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: Request: G!p Ahn Yujin with virgin reader

Summary: You never told your girlfriend that you were a virgin so when she found out, she decided to make your first time the best one.

Warning(s): Smut, 18+ content, G!P Yujin

A/N: I am weak for this idea🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ Thanks for requesting <3

3rd's POV

You couldn't be more lucky right? You had a family who loved and supported you, friends who accepted you, a career, lovely fans and of course an amazing girlfriend who always respected you, loved you and tried to make your everyday better. You were lucky to have Ahn Yujin as your girlfriend.

You met her through the leader of your own group, Chaewon. Knowing how big of a fan you were of Yujin, Chaewon decided to have you tag along when she was meeting Yena and of course Yujin. At first you were shy in front of your favorite idol but her fun and easy personality soon made you relax and enjoyed the meeting. At the end of the night you both exchanged numbers and promised to call each other when you got to your respective dorms.

Your friendship soon turned into a serious relationship that both your groups were happy about, especially Chaewon who always reminded everyone that if it wasn't for her then you wouldn't get together (She's still very happy for you and Yujin and supports you two the most). Despite being together for 2 years you never got intimate with her, of course you wanted it since you were sure that Yujin was the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with but there was one problem that scared you.

You never had sex before.

Your inexperience made you fear getting intimate with Yujin because you were scared that you would mess up or that you wouldn't pleasure her enough. Yujin would understand and you knew it but you still had your fears, that's why you tried to stall it as much as you could until you decided that it was time to stop being afraid of it.

After your promotions ended you invited Yujin to your dorm to spend the night since all your members were out. She accepted it and showed up at your dorm with some snacks that she knew you loved. You let her in and just as you were closing the door you felt her arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you into her chest. You smiled turning around and hugging her back. You stood there just enjoying each other's presence until Yujin pulled away a little and looked down smiling widely at you, soon her eyes moved down to your lips and before you knew it, she connected them in a sweet kiss.

The longer your lips moved together, the messier the kiss became and soon you felt Yujin's hands going underneath your shirt. Panic rushed through you as you quickly pulled away "W-Wait-" Yujin looked at you surprised but still pulled away from you fully to show you that she didn't wanted to cross your boundaries "What is it? Did I go to fast? Because if you want we can just watch a movie" You looked down thinking if you should just tell her your worries. Sensing your nervousness Yujin slowly took your hand and gently rubbed it with her thumb.

Feeling more at peace thanks to this small gesture, you took a deep breath and looked back at Yujin. Her eyes were full of worry and you felt a little guilty for making her feel like that "No, I want it, I really do but... I've never done this before" Embarrassed you looked away from her while Yujin processed your words "So it's your first time?" You nodded. Yujin smiled and gently pulled you into her "It's alright, if you really want it then I can help you with everything. I'll make this time the best one you could've ever have. Is that alright?" Smiling you nodded.

Yujin connected your lips in another kiss as her hands went back under your shirt. Every kiss with Yujin was special because everytime you kissed you could feel her feelings through it but this one felt even more special. The feeling of her hands rubbing lightly against your skin made you crave more and more as you started lightly pulling on Yujin's jacket. Smiling against your lips your girlfriend let you take her jacket off before tugging at your own shirt that was actually one of the many you stole from her.

You let Yujin take it off along with your bra and for a few seconds she just admired your chest. Her eyes were dark, full of lust but you could also see love in them and it made you even more sure about it. You wanted Yujin to be your first and second and your last. She looked in your eyes looking for even a little bit of doubt but when she found none she immediately started sucking on your boobs, leaving marks everywhere her lips landed on. Soft whimpers left your mouth as you lightly tugged on her hair making her moan in your chest. Soon she came back up and kissed you again.

She lightly pushed you backwards until you fell on your couch. Her kisses lowered as she started sucking and marking your neck as well, consequences of it be damned, how could she not mark you when your moans were so sweet? Her kisses once again went lower and lower until she got between your legs. She pulled your pants down in one swift motion along with your panties and started circling your clit, immediately feeling how wet you were "So wet already? We didn't do much though" Her teasing made you whine as she chuckled at your reaction. Going back to your clit she gave it a long lick, the new sensation caused you to throw your head back with a moan.

Yujin continued sucking on your clit at first slowly but soon her movements became faster. Your moans encouraged her to continue so she did but just before you could come, she stopped. You whined as Yujin came back up and kissed you before her hand came back to your clit. She gave it a few rubs before pulling away from you and pulling her pants down along with her boxers. Her dick came out slapping against her shirt that she still had on and you were shocked. You've never seen a dick in real life before so you didn't had any knowledge about sizes but that was definitely not a small one. Not only it was pretty long but also thick.

Noticing that you were staring at it Yujin smirked "You want to touch it?" You nodded wordlessly as Yujin took your hand and placed it on her dick, you wrapped your whole hand around it, earning a small grunt from Yujin as she slightly closed her eyes at the feeling. Feeling a little bolder you got on your knees and putted the tip of her dick in your mouth, your tongue started licking it in circle motion. The feeling made Yujin moan as her hand found its place on your head, helping you get more of her dick in your mouth. Soon you started bopping your head on it, Yujin praised you the whole time and it gave you a confidence to take her fully, lightly gagging on it and erupting the biggest grunt you've heard that day from Yujin.

Before she could come though you pulled away. Shocked from the abrupt stop Yujin looked down at you just to see you smirking at her "You didn't let me come then I just repay the favor" Before you knew it, you were pushed on the couch again as Yujin hovered above you, her tip grazing your clit a few times earning whimpers from you. Without much thought she spit on her dick to lubricate it more before entering you slowly. She got half of her length in before stopping and looking at you for your reaction. Your eyes were shut as you tried to ignore the pain you felt. You nodded giving Yujin a sign to put in more, so she did. She started entering you again until her whole length was in you. She stopped to let you get used to it before starting to move slowly.

You moaned because of the pleasure and pain you felt at the same time but the more she kept going, the more pleasure you felt. Seeing that, Yujin sped up her thrusts, watching as her whole length disappeared inside you. Your walls clenched on her so well that she didn't wanted to stop. Feeling that you were close Yujin sped up even more and soon she felt you clenching on her dick as your juices started leaking out of you and down her dick. You moaned loudly as you reached your climax, tugging at Yujin's hair a little.

Feeling her own orgams coming Yujin pulled out and started jerking off quickly before cumming on your stomach, grunting as she watched you get covered with her cum. Seeing something so dirty made her feel aroused again and her dick to go hard again. Smirking she looked back at you "Wanna go for a round 2 immediately? A movie night can wait" Smiling you nodded and accepted her kiss as she hovered above you again.

You didn't regret a thing because Yujin was right, this was the best first time you could've ever have.