Clementine&fiji

ahaha i forgot to add the pic and only remember when i’m cleaning my gallery👉👈

warnings: slight somnophilia, pet names (kitten)

idk about you guys but to me short hair karina screams sugar mommy who loves to spoil her baby. you live with her in her apartment because you’re lowkey a broke college student😭 she loves to take you in though, easier ’contact’ she says, iykwim. coming home to you snoring on her bed is the best because then she can fuck you right away! quietly unbuttoning your shirt along with your jeans, hands creeping up under your t-shirt... ”h-huh? jimin-unnie?” you eventually wake up from how hard she’s squeezing your boobs are. ”hi kitten, had a nice nap?” without pausing, she gently positioned herself in between your thigh, giving your clothed cunt a long, slow lick. ”hmmh... uhuh...” shit, you both know you couldn’t resist her even though you’re beat up by the assignments your professors had given you today. ”good- because i’m not letting you- sleep tonight- all the meetings- i had today- was awful...” with every pause, she gives your bundle of nerves a kiss, your hand is already nestling on her hair. ”you like my haircut kitten?” you can only nod because rina’s starting to slip her tongue inside your puffy cunt :((( you try to hold in your moan but of course, rina had to add two fingers making it impossible to keep quiet. ”awww, you’re so cute when you’re all whiny and messy like this, kitten~” oh! don’t forget the excessive marking and biting on your neck because she’s obsessed and need everyone to know that you’re most likely not single. yeah, just sayin’... ahaha first time posting something short like this🙈 defo gonna turn this into a full fic tho...

tease me, mommy

pairings: stepmom!aeri x virgin!yn

warnings: oh shit i forgor, choking, fingering, face sitting, a lil bit of scissoring, cum eating?, LOTS of nipple play, also this counts as stepcest right lmk if there’s more, excessive use of sweetie i believe :|

a/n: woohoo your favorite writer is back! i swear this took me a while to finish because life has not been good to me😭 but i’m okay now :) btw 'i’m so bad at synopsis so no more synopsis. hope y’all enjoy!

”what?!” you stormed into aeri’s study after she called (yelled) out your name a couple of times. you had been sorting through your father’s belongings, something that should’ve been his responsibility, but of course, he was too busy. the room wasn’t very big, only half the size of your father’s office, yet aeri seemed perfectly at home behind the sleek mahogany desk, going through stacks of legal documents.

aeri had married your father two years ago, and though people whispered about her being a gold digger, you knew better. she didn’t need his money—she already had plenty of her own. what she wanted was status, influence, the kind of power that came with having your father’s last name. it wasn’t love, but an arrangement that worked for them both: your father got a beautiful, young wife to parade around at charity galas, and aeri got a seat at the table of one of the most influential business families in the country.

”i need you to sign here for your shares in the company, sweetie.” that smile again, that sweet-but-poisonous smile. ”your dad finally decided to hand them over, and i must say, i’m a little jealous of how much power you’ll have now.”

wow. she was right—it was a lot. more than you expected. aeri handed you her pen, but you took one out from your right pocket instead.

”i have my own,” she chuckled lightly as you leaned against her desk, steadying the paper to sign. ”there.” you didn’t hate her presence openly, but aeri always found ways to annoy you—like now, sitting herself on your lap the second you put your pen back on your shirt pocket.

”aeri, get off me.” you said, voice low.

”what? don't like sharing space with your stepmom? you know your dad’s leaving on a business trip right?” she teased, plucking your pen out of your pocket and slipping it down her cleavage with a smirk.

you tried not to stare.

this wasn’t the first time she pulled shit like this. ever since your 19th birthday, her teasing had only gotten worse. it didn’t help that you were only seven years apart in age. did she marry your dad for you or what? you wondered oftentimes.

”aeri... give it back...” you divert your gaze somewhere else, her nightgown slightly ajar. but she’s persistent, putting her thumb on your lips and letting her hand cup your cheek, pulling your face to the front.

”what’s wrong, sweetie? can’t take it by yourself?” her voice dropped an octave, you got up the courage to look at her. lips crimson, eyelashes curled, cheeks pink. you noticed a bead of sweat on her forehead, under her bangs.

”don’t fucking play with me aeri, i got a class in thirty minutes.” you get up, lifting aeri and putting her down on her desk before getting your head yanked to the back. ”what the fuck!?”

aeri’s grip on your hair tightens, her hands proceed to roam under your shirt as she pulls you closer. you can feel her hot breath on your nape, teasing you more than ever. she presses her boobs against your back, sending a jolt through your body.

”you’re so easy to tease, sweetheart.” she let go of her grip on your hair, moving that hand to circle your waist, and holding you still against the desk.

”you think i don’t see how badly you want me? the last time we all had dinner you were basically eye-fucking me, honey.” her hands got braver, playing with your bra strap and taking forever to unclip the hook. fuck, you don’t want to admit that you want this but your body reacts to every single of aeri’s touch.

”ooh, a sensitive girl i see...” she unhooked your bra (finally), quickly taking it off along with your shirt. her palm hovers just a few milimeters above your hardened nipples, the anticipation made you whimper.

”plea- don’t fucking do that aeri.” ”not gonna touch you until you say please.” she retreats her hand from your boobs, taking a step back and slowly made her way to the door, locking it. you stand still, staring with your mouth agape—you didn’t realize—as aeri slowly took off her night robe and put it on a coat hanger across the room. and oh my god, it’s as if aeri knew what is about to happen because she’s wearing a satin, lacy lingerie. you can see her panties as the satin part of the dress parted at the front when aeri walked to the sofa that was just beside the coat hanger, sitting with her legs crossed.

”come here.” you never let someone command you ever but somehow you obliged, wondering what would she do to you next. your legs faltered towards her, as you stand in front of her awkwardly—don’t know what to do.

aeri’s smirk grew wider before she grabs your wrist, guiding you to sit on lap. ”you must be cold, look at your nipples...” oh, it’s all hard and sensitive. you bit your lower lip as aeri fixes her glasses, then puts her middle and index finger inside your mouth. you instinctively suck it as aeri plays with your nipples. the tingling sensastion makes you whimper, hips jerking for friction.

”look at you, all cute and obedient for me.” you want to deny, but aeri's hand that started to creep up your inner thighs leaves you silent. after all, your blushing face was enough for confirmation. aeri chuckled softly, wanting to do a ’little experiment.’ she picks you up and lays you down on the coffee table by the window, you could clearly see the gardener adding some fertilizer to your mother's flower pots. while you were trying to distract yourself, aeri slowly pulled down your shorts and threw them across the room.

”relax pretty.” your breath hitched as aeri moves closer into your core and begins kissing your inner thighs while playing with your increasingly aroused nipples, slowly, her kisses turn into tiny licks. her mouth begins to tease your leaking cunt, thumbs stroking your sensitive bud gently. your legs tremble, feeling aeri’s finger on your entrance.

”may i teach you how good this could feel cutie?” she lift her face from between your thighs, lips ghosting over your heated skin as her teeth teasingly tugs at the hem of your panties. your breath hitches, too embarassed to meet her gaze, but you still nods—heart pounding with anticipation.

”hey, look at me.” aeri crawls up to meet your face—eyebrows furrowed, eyes watery from the pleasure, lips swollen from how much you bit it to hold in your moans. that’s when aeri knows, she gazed at you intently, her smile slowly widening as her awareness grew. her hand reached out, touching your face, which burned beneath her fingers.

“oh my gosh, sweetheart. you are a virgin.” you could only let out a soft whimper, her voice dropping an octave, something thrilling in the way she spoke. her thumb brushed against your flushed lips, then trailed down to your chin, holding it in place so you’d keep looking at her. “no one’s ever touched you here, huh?” she asked, though her tone sounded more like a statement than a question.

you resist answering, but she already knows. the expression on your face, the way your body trembles under her touch—are all enough for an explanation. aeri let out a small sigh, like she’s holding herself back. her hand goes down further until it touches your chest, she squeezes, fondles, and pinches your tits while still keeping her eyes on you. this time, her gaze is softer, her touch gentler. you're still trying to hold in your moans when aeri finally breaks the gaze and settles her warm mouth on your nipple.

there is no part of your tits that is missed by the sweep of the aeri tongue, the warm sensation of her mouth mixed with saliva makes you tremble violently, as you hold your body to stay lying on the now entirely messy coffee table. ”emmh... aeri...”

”yes sweet girl?” her eyes gazing full of control, you can now clearly see aeri’s face-a little sweaty, and a little tense. her makeup becomes a little messy, but her face still unexplainably pretty.

”i-it feels so good...” you manage to let out, holding onto the sides of the table. ”i know,” aeri starts tracing your neck and leaves some marks while stroking the mound in the middle of your legs, ”and it's about to get better.”

aeri shifts her position, she kneels in front of you and positioning her hands on your legs to keep them apart. she makes the first lick along your slit, long and slow to make sure you feel it. you let out a long whine as your back arches from the sensation, eyes shut, and lower lip bitten. you throws your head head back, and aeri starts to raise her speed.

your arousal drips down into aeri’s mouth and overflows until it drips onto the table, aeri hums—chuckle—the vibration from the hum makes it feel even better. she decided to stick her tongue inside your cunt when she thinks you’re unable to control your moans anymore. you’re getting more desperate, and aeri struggles to keep your hips stay still because you keep wriggling it for more friction.

”you like it?” she asks, even though she knows for sure you love it, you let out another lustrous moan as an answer. aeri smirks and gets up, the excess arousal flows down her chin. she gather some on her fingers, ”woah, you’re really... aroused. you know?” she licks it off clean shamelessly and moves closer towards you.

”come sit back up.” she grabs your jaw gently and crashes your lips together, you voluntarily open your mouth for aeri to slip her tongue inside your mouth and lets you savour your own taste. she hums in satisfaction as she let go of her grip and puts her palm against your nape, pushing you forward to deepen the kiss. the kiss gets more desperate, sloppy, and rough as aeri lets you take control of the kiss. actually, you didn't hate her that much, you were mostly jealous, but it feels like those feelings just dissipate into thin air right now, otherwise why would you let yourself be all submissive under your stepmother’s touch?

slowly, without letting go of the kiss, aeri starts to lower her hands down, one hand settling on your left breast, the other on the mound between your legs.

”you’re so wet...” she hissed in between kisses, toying with your bundle of nerves. letting go of the kiss—you unconsciously follows her mouth—she hugs you. confused and dazzled from the stimulation on your clit, you just follow her lead.

”do you ever pleasure yourself?” aeri whispers, her breathing heavily against your ear. being the nerdy loser virgin you are, you answer, ”of course, i had some experiments, but i never really-” aeri's laughter cut you off mid-sentence.

”let me rephrase the question. do you ever have sex?” you pushed aeri back and shriek.

”what? no! i will never let anyone touch me, ever!” ”yet here you are, reacting at every of my touch,” aeri lets out a giggle, ”but seriously? a freshman like you? the senior used to always went out for cute freshmens like you, y’know?” aeri teasingly asks.

”no, fuck, my class.” suddenly, you were snapped back into reality. what the fuck are you doing right now? shit, your embarassment grew when you realize that aeri’s fully clothed while you’re naked. you were about to get your shirt back, but aeri holds down your waist, pushing it back against the table.

”relax sweet girl,” aeri cooed, she grips onto your waist tighter, you’re sure that a red mark would be seen, ”we’re not done.”

”but my class-” ”oh plese, you’re late anyway. besides, pfft, you really think i would let you go so easily after tasting you?” you nod, ”... adorable.” you squeal, feeling more and more aroused as aeri guides you to the brown sofa and push your back so that you can watch her undress. her movements are slow, almost careful, aeri’s hand slowly make its way to the ribbon knot on her shoulder and with a small tug, the fabric that covered her chest drops. aeri bit her lower lip and watches your reaction, clearly amused.

”like what you’re seeing?” aeri let the clothing fell to the floor and walks up to you then positioning your thighs in between her legs, then sat, you can sense clearly when her arousal are starting to spread all over your thighs.

”feel it baby? feel my cunt on your thigh? see how much i want you too?” aeri went for your ear, licking and biting while simultaneously grazing her hard nipples on your chest.

”ah... hnggh...” you hold both of her shoulders, attempting to push her back, but she only smirks, unfazed by your weak resistance.

”hmm... needy, aren't we?” she teases, sitting back on your thigh and starting to move her hips back and forth. she guides your hand to rest on her hip, placing the other on her chest with a deliberate touch.

”come on, don't be shy, do whatever you want.” her words ignite something in you, and without hesitation, you start putting into practice the things you’ve seen in porn. you start by playing with her nipples—pinching, caressing, licking, until her pussy is begging for attention too.

”hnggh.. yn... please- here, touch me...” you carefully slide your middle finger inside her, watching her face for any sign of hesitation before adding another one. her hips starts moving again while you’re still trying to find the pace of your fingers. with every touch on her skin, aeri gets more needy and desperate until she decides she couldn’t take it anymore. your fingers aren’t enough.

she pins you down on the carpet and grabs a fistful of your hair gently while positioning her pretty cunt on your mouth, a few of her arousal drops onto your face before she lowers her body to feel your warm tongue lapping her sweet cunt.

”shit- yn, sorry i- haven’t- got fucked- this good....” she immediately moves her hips frantically. you instinctively tease her bud with your left fingers as the right hand massaging her bubble ass, ”mmh, am i doin’ this right?” your mumbles sent out a vibration that made aeri’s body tense up, ”fuck you’re gonna regret letting me taste this sweet cunt of yours aeri.” you can feel that she’s close by the way her walls are clenching around your tongue.

”yes you’re doing so great baby,” your hand that were previously on aeri’s butt lowers down, finding your own pussy soaked, aeri’s movements gets more and more desperate when you hear a loud pornographic moan. afraid that anyone hears it, your first instinct were to grab her neck and kisses her roughly as she rides out her high.

”wait-” as aeri try to catch her breath, you quickly take the advantage to crash your cunts together, grinding it harshly as you feel your high is about to come too.

”fuck aeri please let me use you, ’m sorry, fuckfuckfuck...” it really didn’t take you long to reach your high after tasting aeri’s sweet cunt. you collapse beside her, both of you panting, bodies slick with sweat. aeri's hand finds yours, fingers intertwining as she turns her head to look at you with a lazy, satisfied grin.

”not too bad for a virgin.”

THIS IS SO ME OMGGGGG😭😭😭😭

EVEYRYOJE SHUtup MINJI JUET coveredLAUFEY SHE DUD THIS TOR ME OHHHH IM GONANKISLDKMYAELF😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

warnings: age gap, fingering, kisses obvi

a/n: y'all i did not plan this to be this long😭😭 this was meant to be a short thought but ok ig i'll write a full fic later😔

imagine older-sister's-bestfriend!minjeong that secretly keeps an eye on you whenever she comes over. breath hitching everytime you walk into the room with shorts just waaaaay above your thighs, or catching gazes at your exposed stomach when you reach for something on the higher cabinets. so, let's say you're jimin's lil sister, always look presentable, cute, sweet. but hmmm, you might've had a not-so-innocent-imagination, especially minjeong is around. the thought of cotrupting her plays over and over again in your head whenever minjeong's giving you extra attention when the three of you are baking, or when she sleeps over and comes out fresh out of the shower smelling like your scent because she said she likes how you smell.

”excuse me,” in the kitchen, minjeong puts both of her hands on either side of your hips, passing behind you to get something from the cupboard. and ARRRRRRGGGHHHHH same as minjeong, you secretly steals a glance on her toned abs, but quickly back to stirring the cookie dough because jimin catches you staring and is about to tease you.

at last, you two finally meet up without telling jimin-unnie in a secluded cafe outskirts and she is so giggly!!! telling you she had been crushing on you for everrrrrrr, holding your hands and all that sweet shits. she brings you flowers, buys you gifts, cuddles you (in her apartment), kisses you everywhere, so sweet i might get a toothache myself🥺🥺

guess what? jimin-unnie eventually finds out by herself because you two are not being very subtle with the "accidental" touching and glances, and oh my did she become a complete ass about it. literally teasing you to the point you want to shove her mouth with raw cookie dough (you threw flour to her face).

you were the first one who initiated you want more than just holding hands and brief kisses (heh bold), minjeong turns so red you're afraid she might get a fever! but she nodded, fumbling with her fingers and not knowing what to do. you finally asks her to undo her shorts and OH MY GOD HER FACE TURNS TOMATO RED, ”unnie, if you don't want to do it just say it,” you jokingly said to which minjeong replied with shaking her head, ”n-no, i want to do it...”

with minjeong basically-half-naked in front of you, you slowly guides your hand to touch her nape, then kisses her lips slowly but surely before lowering your hand to her waist and the other to cup her breast. she squirms when you squeezes her boob and brushed your thumb over her clothed nipple. unhooking her bra with ease, and pulling it up along with the shirt, minjeong is naked at last.

”unnie, can you spread your legs? it's hard to-” you haven't finished your sentence when she spread her legs abruptly while bringing her arms to cover her face (still red), slowly dipping your fingers after drawing lazy circles on her clit as you simultaniously whisper praises in her ear.

you also call her 'puppy', 'good girl', and various other nicknames but you can feel her cunt clenches around your fingers tighter when you call her 'minjeong' without unnie, ”oh? you like that minjeongie?” her cunt just cleches harder.

that went on for several minutes because minjeong cums all over your fingers soon after you undress and grinds your cunt on her🩷

bad things come at midnight

vampire!haerin x fem!reader x vampire!minji

synopsis: yn’s escape from a cruel orphanage leads her to the grand castle of two mysterious sisters, minji and haerin. as secrets unravel, yn discovers she is the reincarnation of minji’s past lover, a revelation that ignites dangerous desires and bitter jealousy. caught in a web of immortal love and betrayal, yn must decide if her new life is truly a blessing—or a curse that comes with the night.

warnings: mention of blood; mild violence; past character death(?); implied past trauma; slightly suggestive; intended lowercase; not proofread i ain't have time for that🤪

a/n: should've made this into a two part series but meh🤷‍♀️ i didn't have a lot of time to write so it may be great at some parts but shitty at some parts😔😔

it was a stormy night, the wind howling as the rain lashed against your body. cold seeped into your bones with each step, your hands trembling as you made the final delivery of the night—a warm meal from the restaurant downtown. you shivered as you fumbled with the heavy iron gate of the grand gothic castle, a place that looked like it had been frozen in time since the 16th century. the owner had been a regular for months now, ordering the same meal at the same time, always asking for it to be left on the table in the center of the lobby.

you knew the routine by heart: the towering arches, the dim lighting, a few candles flickering amidst weak bulbs, and that unsettling dust-covered tarp draped over a massive portrait you’d never dared to look under. tonight, however, something felt different. your instincts prickled, the hairs on your neck rising. you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched.

as you set the mushroom soup down, the steam rising in comforting curls, you felt it—a pair of unseen eyes scrutinizing your every move. high above, hidden among the shadows of a grand chandelier, a bat stirred. its sharp gaze traced over the bruises and cuts littering your arms and legs, remnants of your life outside these walls. it noticed everything.

you flinched, your mind flashing back to the orphanage. the place you had called "home" for as long as you could remember. ever since the kindly former owner had fallen ill and her cruel sister had taken over, life had become unbearable. you and the other children had been turned into unpaid laborers, your meager earnings siphoned off to fund the new owner’s lavish lifestyle. as one of the older children, you took it upon yourself to steal bread from the restaurant where you worked, enough to share with the youngest in the orphanage, ensuring they didn’t starve.

but tonight, as you prepared to slip out and head back to the orphanage before curfew, you froze. a voice—a voice like silk draped in steel—cut through the air.

“you, child.” you whipped around, your heart leaping into your throat. standing before you were two women—no, not women. their pale skin gleamed in the dim light, their eyes too sharp, their bodies too still. one was tall, almost statuesque, her beauty cold and regal. the other, shorter, with an air of restless energy, her feline-like eyes gleaming in the shadows.

“sit,” the tall one commanded, her voice smooth yet laced with authority. instinctively, you took a step back, but her piercing gaze seemed to hold you in place, compelling you to obey. you felt the chair beneath you as if it were a trap, pulling you closer to them.

“good girl,” the shorter one smirked, her voice carrying a playful menace. “it’s much easier this way.”

you glanced at the table where you had left the soup, your mind racing. “what do you want?” you managed to stammer, your heart pounding like a drum in your chest.

“we want to know about you,” the tall one replied, her eyes studying the bruises on your arms. “i’m minji, and this is my sister haerin. we’ve been watching you.”

“watching me?” you echoed, disbelief mingling with fear. “why?”

“because you’re interesting,” haerin purred, tilting her head. “you’ve got spirit, and we admire that.”

“and you’re alone,” minji added, her tone softening slightly, though the chill in her eyes remained. “you don’t belong in that orphanage. it’s a wretched place, isn’t it? we can offer you something better—a life free from suffering.”

the weight of her words hung in the air, thick and suffocating. you recalled the nights spent huddled with the younger children, stealing bread to stave off hunger, and the feeling of despair that often settled in your chest. “what do you mean by ‘better’?” you asked cautiously, curiosity creeping into your voice.

“you’d be safe here,” minji said, taking a step closer, her presence both alluring and intimidating. “we have everything you could ever need. food, shelter, freedom. no more curfews, no more cruelty. just… comfort.”

“comfort?” you scoffed, still wary. “how can i trust you? you’re… different.”

haerin chuckled softly, her laughter echoing in the empty hall. “different, yes, but we are not monsters. we’re offering you a chance to escape a life filled with pain. think about it. the choice is yours.”

“i don’t want to be a prisoner in some castle,” you shot back, but doubt crept into your mind, nagging at you. “what’s the catch?”

“no catch,” minji reassured you, her voice almost hypnotic. “just the opportunity for a new beginning. you’ve survived alone for too long; let us show you what it’s like to be cared for.”

as the weight of her words settled, you felt a flicker of hope—a tantalizing possibility of belonging. it was so tempting, and yet…

“why me?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“because you’re resilient,” haerin replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “and we like resilience. you’re not like the others, are you? you’ve got a fire in you that deserves to be nurtured.”

“imagine it,” minji urged, her gaze penetrating. “you could be part of something extraordinary, a life filled with adventure and mystery. we’ll teach you everything. you won’t have to hide anymore.”

you hesitated, feeling the storm outside rage on, a mirror to the turmoil within you. the allure of their offer was strong, yet fear held you back. “what if i regret it?”

“you won’t,” haerin said, a smile playing on her lips. “i promise you’ll never look back. we’ll protect you. besides, if you don’t like it, you can always leave.”

“but where would i go?” you replied, your voice barely audible as reality settled in.

“that’s the beauty of it,” minji said, a hint of a smile creeping onto her face. “you wouldn’t need to go anywhere else. this could be your home.”

the warmth in her words felt like a balm to your weary soul. you looked at them, their expectant gazes piercing through the darkness. the thought of escaping the orphanage, of finally finding a place to belong, was intoxicating.

“i… i don’t know,” you admitted, wrestling with your fears and hopes.

“take your time,” minji said gently, her demeanor shifting to one of patience. “but we’re here, waiting for your decision. whenever you’re ready.”

as you sat there, the flickering candlelight casting shadows on the walls, you realized that this might be the chance you had been yearning for—a chance to escape a life of pain, to embrace something unknown yet enticing. but as the thought settled in, doubt gnawed at the edges of your mind. was it really that simple? could you just walk away from everything—into the arms of two strangers who seemed far too perfect, too predatory?

your eyes darted to the chandelier, the bulbs dying to light the room. everything about this place screamed danger, from the eerie silence to the sisters’ unnervingly graceful movements. and yet, beneath that fear, a different emotion stirred. curiosity.

"how do i know you're not just trapping me here?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, but the words heavy with the weight of your mistrust. "everyone promises something better, but it's never real. how are you any different from the people who made me promises before?"

minji’s expression softened, her gaze turning almost empathetic. "you’re right to be cautious," she said, her voice like velvet in the air, soothing but still sharp enough to cut. "the world has been unkind to you, but we’re not here to offer empty words. we offer something real, something tangible."

"and what is that, exactly?" you countered, your suspicion hardening again. "you talk about a better life, but what do you even want from me? people don't offer kindness for free."

haerin’s lips curved into a smirk, her sharp eyes gleaming in the dim light. "you're clever. i like that." she leaned forward, resting her arms on the table, her movements feline and calculated. "we’re not asking for much. just… loyalty. you’ll find that in time, it’ll be mutual."

"mutual?" you repeated, the word sounding foreign in your mouth. "and what happens if i decide i don't want to stay?"

"then you leave," minji answered smoothly, her voice a serene melody, though her eyes flickered with something darker, more possessive. "but trust me, after you’ve seen what we offer, you won’t want to."

their words draped over you like a fog, thick and seductive, but still, something nagged at you. you had learned the hard way that promises often concealed something sinister. every adult in your life had betrayed you in some way, from the orphanage owner who claimed to take care of you, only to bleed you dry, to the people who pretended to care, only to vanish when it mattered most.

"i'm not like the others who come through here, am i?" you asked, testing the waters. "you’ve had other people… visitors."

minji’s smile thinned slightly, but her composure remained flawless. "none like you."

"what makes me different?" you pressed, leaning forward. "why me?"

for a moment, silence stretched between you. haerin’s eyes narrowed, assessing you, while minji seemed to be weighing her next words carefully.

"because you're already part of our world," haerin finally said, her voice lower, more dangerous. "you just don’t know it yet."

the hairs on the back of your neck rose, a shiver running down your spine. "what do you mean?"

"you’ve been surviving on scraps and shadows your whole life," minji added, her tone delicate but firm. "the world you’ve known is just a sliver of what’s out there. you’re different because you’ve been forged by hardship. we see potential in you."

"potential for what?" you asked, your voice trembling slightly. "to become like you?"

"perhaps," minji said, her eyes glinting. "in time. if you choose to. but for now, all we offer is safety, shelter, and a way out of the life that’s been choking you."

you could feel your heartbeat in your throat, each thud echoing louder than the last. the weight of their offer pressed on you like a storm cloud, and yet… there was still a small voice inside, warning you, screaming at you to run. but run where? back to the orphanage where starvation and abuse awaited? back to a life where your only escape was through stolen bread and the brief, bitter moments of freedom when you were alone in the streets?

you stood, your legs shaky, but you didn’t back away. “i don’t want to be a pawn in someone else’s game,” you said, voice firm despite your pounding heart.

minji rose as well, graceful and composed. “you won’t be,” she promised, stepping closer, her hand reaching out but stopping just shy of touching you. “you’ll be a part of something greater, something far beyond what you can imagine.”

haerin stood, moving to the side like a shadow. "the question is, do you trust yourself enough to take that step?"

your breath caught in your throat. trust yourself? did you? every instinct in you screamed not to trust them, not to believe in the honeyed words of two ethereal creatures who barely blinked. but beneath that fear, there was a whisper, a tiny voice asking—what if this is real? what if you finally had a chance to escape?

you glanced from minji to haerin, their eyes fixed on you, waiting. the candlelight flickered, casting elongated shadows that danced on the stone walls, and you realized there was no clear answer, no certainty in either path. but the thought of going back to the orphanage, to that suffocating misery, was enough to make the decision for you.

with a slow, shaky breath, you nodded. “fine. i’ll stay.”

minji’s smile returned, soft and triumphant. “good choice,” she said softly.

haerin’s eyes gleamed, her smirk deepening as she let out a low, satisfied laugh. “you won’t regret it. welcome to your new life.”

after showing you around the house and talking about each of your backgrounds while sipping warm tea and nibbling on cookies, minji and haerin finally asked you to choose one of the rooms you liked. "just pick one, it doesn’t matter. i’ll ask someone to send you clothes and other things you need."

you frowned when minji mentioned 'someone,' but quickly brushed it off. while you were weighing which room suited you best, haerin excused herself to head to her own room.

"ah, don’t worry about her. she’s an introvert, probably ran out of energy for interaction," minji shrugged, gently placing a hand on your shoulder. "so, have you decided?"

you nodded, pointing to the room across from minji’s—not too large, but its window facing the garden stretched beautifully upwards. "aha! a good choice, i think we’ll make great partners."

though you had many questions about minji’s choice of words, you didn’t dare voice your curiosity. minji left you alone in the room after wishing you goodnight. "welcome to your new life, yn."

after cleaning yourself up—getting out of your rain-soaked clothes, taking a warm bath for the first time in years, you finally went to sleep. that night, you dreamt of a fragment of your past. your parents came to pick you up from the orphanage, taking you for a bike ride in the city park, and then sharing your favorite chocolate ice cream. you smiled in your sleep.

***

the next morning, your body's automatic alarm kicked in. just as the clock struck 4 a.m., you woke up. you turned to the window; the day was still dark—of course. rather than continuing to sleep and lazing around, you decided to get up, clean the dust and cobwebs hanging from the ceiling, and maybe even make breakfast. minji and haerin hadn’t shown their faces yet; they were probably still deep in slumber in their respective rooms.

after the brief tour minji and haerin gave you last night, you were fairly familiar with the layout of the grand castle. ‘turn right, then go straight,’ you repeated in your mind as you walked toward the kitchen. upon arriving, just as you suspected, the kitchen was a mess—it seemed minji and haerin had never cooked before since there was only a lump of bread that looked like it had been made ages ago and a… dead rat? you jumped slightly as you mentally mapped out how to clean this cursed kitchen.

with nothing else to do, you decided to head to minji's reading room—she had allowed you to read any book you liked, except for one red leather-bound book protected by a glass case as clear as water.

as you entered the grand library, time seemed to stand still. the books in this library looked more extensive than those in the city library! wow, from one end to the other, all you could see were books! you cheered inwardly, the doubts that had lingered in your heart last night vanished. even without the luxury they offered, you would want to stay here, surrounded by your favorite things: books.

without you realizing it, the sun began to rise. its bright light made you squint. you hurriedly closed the book, returned it to its place, and rushed back to the kitchen—you needed to start tidying up; you couldn’t act like an unruly child.

“oh, so you’re up, I see? i was just sending haerin to wake you,” minji said, wearing a knee-length floral dress, her hair down, illuminated by the warm glow of the hanging lamp as she prepared an omelet in the once-messy kitchen. even the latest modern tools were neatly arranged.

“do you like it? haerin and i just ordered it, but it arrived so quickly, right?” you nodded at both questions, walking over to minji—her tall figure towering over you. “do you need help?”

“you can set the plates on the dining table.” her gentle gaze met yours, and it took just a moment for you to nod, promptly carrying out her request.

as you carefully placed the plates on the long, ornate dining table, the distant sound of minji humming from the kitchen filled the air, her soft voice weaving through the silence of the grand castle. there was something strangely comforting in the way she moved through the house, her presence always bringing a sense of calm. you finished arranging the silverware, trying to focus on the task, but the scent of freshly cooked eggs and the warmth of minji’s voice were hard to ignore.

minji emerged from the kitchen, carrying a tray with practiced ease. her movements were graceful, almost too perfect for such a simple task. “you’ve set everything so beautifully,” she remarked, her dark eyes meeting yours briefly before she set the tray down. there was an intensity in her gaze that made your heart quicken, though her tone remained gentle.

you busied yourself with adjusting a plate, your fingers fidgeting under her watchful eyes. “thank you... you make everything look so easy,” you murmured, trying not to let your voice tremble. minji chuckled softly, her eyes never leaving you. “i’ve had a lot of time to perfect the little things,” she said with a cryptic smile, her words hanging in the air. time—what did she mean by that? the question lingered, but before you could ask, she gestured toward the chair beside her. “come, sit with me.”

as you sat down, your thoughts still swirling with uncertainty, haerin appeared at the entrance of the dining room, her eyes narrowing slightly as she took in the scene. “i was looking for you earlier,” she said, her voice low but pointed. you glanced at her. “sorry... haerin-unnie,” you mumbled, eyes downcast. she approached, her fingers brushing lightly over your shoulder, a fleeting touch that sent a shiver down your spine. “don’t do it again,” she whispered, her lips barely curving into a smile before she turned to join her sister at the table.

with both sisters seated on either side of you, the tension in the air was palpable. minji’s calm, steady presence contrasted sharply with haerin’s quiet intensity, leaving you caught between their different energies. as minji served the food, her movements so close you could feel the warmth of her arm, you couldn’t help but wonder—how long could you stay balanced between them?

you tried to steady your breath as minji poured tea into your cup, the delicate clink of porcelain breaking the silence between the three of you. her movements were elegant, precise, like everything she did was part of some silent performance. you found yourself staring at the way her fingers wrapped around the teapot handle—long, slender, but there was a quiet strength in them that both unsettled and intrigued you. she caught you looking and smiled faintly, a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“you don’t have to be so nervous, you know,” she said, her voice low and smooth. “you’re safe here, yn. as long as you follow the house rules.”

haerin, who had been quietly watching from across the table, let out a small huff, leaning back in her chair with an amused smirk playing on her lips. “minji, you always scare them with that ‘house rules’ speech.” her tone was light, but there was a sharpness behind it. “besides, it’s not like we bite… at least, not without permission.”

your eyes darted between them, unsure how to respond. minji shot haerin a brief glance, her expression unreadable, but you could feel the tension simmering just beneath the surface. haerin's teasing words lingered in the air, and though you laughed nervously, you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was truth hidden in her jest.

minji reached out, placing her hand lightly on your wrist. the touch was gentle, but it held you in place, drawing your attention back to her. “don’t mind her,” she said softly, her thumb brushing over your skin. “you’re our guest, and we’ll take care of you. isn’t that what you wanted?”

the question caught you off guard, pulling at the thoughts you had been trying to suppress since you arrived. was this what you wanted? the quiet luxury, the sense of safety, the promise of something more? your life had been nothing but chaos, a constant struggle to survive, and now here you were—caught in the orbit of these two enigmatic sisters, both offering something you hadn’t known you craved. and yet, the unease remained. could you really trust them?

before you could answer, haerin stood, her chair scraping softly against the floor. “i’m going for a walk,” she announced, casting a final glance at you. “if you decide you want some fresh air, come find me.” she didn’t wait for a response, disappearing down the hallway with her usual silent grace.

left alone with minji, the air felt heavier, more intimate. she still hadn’t let go of your wrist, her touch lingering longer than necessary. when she finally withdrew her hand, her gaze softened, as if she could sense the storm of emotions churning within you.

“take your time adjusting,” she said, standing and gathering the empty plates with practiced ease. “this place… it’s not for everyone, but i think you’ll come to appreciate it. and us.”

she smiled again, that same enigmatic curve of her lips, and with that, she disappeared back into the kitchen, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

***

after a few days living there and wanders through all the rooms, you found yourself with nothing left to do. the silence of the house felt strange and a little unsettling after the business of the orphanage. you weren’t used to having free time, and you weren’t sure how to spend it. at first, you thought about going back to the library, where you felt comfortable, but the nice weather outside caught your attention.

a walk in the garden sounded nice.

then, a new idea came to you—flowers. the garden could use some color, and maybe minji would like that too. feeling excited, you decided to skip the library and instead made your way to minji’s room. you knocked on the door gently, a little nervous but hoping she’d agree.

"come in, i didn’t lock the door."

you stepped inside, and the sight before you took your breath away. minji was in her room, draped in soft fabrics that hugged her form in all the right places. her hair cascaded around her shoulders, framing her face in a way that made your heart race. the dim light filtering through the curtains created a warm glow, emphasizing her delicate features. she looked ethereal, almost otherworldly, and you couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement at the sight of her.

“what brings you here so early?” minji asked, her voice smooth like velvet. there was a softness in her gaze that made you feel both comfortable and exhilarated, as if she could see right into your thoughts.

you hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words. “i was thinking... the garden could use some flowers, and i thought you might want to come with me to pick some.”

minji’s expression shifted slightly, her playful demeanor softening. “oh, sweetie, that sounds lovely,” she replied, her tone warm. “but i really need to rest and i have to be ready for... other things.”

you felt a pang of disappointment, but you understood. “right, of course. you need your rest.”

“but,” she said, leaning closer, a teasing smile playing on her lips, “you’re welcome to go on your own. who knows, maybe you’ll find something beautiful out there.”

you swallowed hard, feeling a rush of warmth at the way she was looking at you. “maybe I will,” you replied, trying to sound casual even as your heart raced.

“just remember, if you find something special, you’ll have to show me when you get back.” her gaze held yours for a moment longer, a spark of something electric passing between you.

“i will,” you promised, your voice barely a whisper. as you turned to leave, you couldn’t shake the feeling of her eyes on you, a lingering warmth that stayed with you as you made your way to the garden.

stepping outside, the fresh air washed over you, but the image of minji lingered in your mind—her beauty, her laughter, and the way her presence made everything feel just a little more intense. you took a deep breath, determined to find the perfect flowers, even if it meant doing so alone.

***

the path to the market felt very familiar. back at the orphanage, you were often sent by the chef—who still had a conscience and didn’t report you when you stole some snacks from the kitchen—to shop. your mind wandered again. is this really okay? leaving them suffering in that orphanage alone? but you quickly pushed those thoughts away. when an opportunity arises, you must take full advantage of it.

you encountered a few acquaintances—the market vendors—who were taken aback by your appearance. “uh, yeah. someone rich adopted me!”

upon arriving at the flower shop, you spent a while selecting and inhaling the scents of the flowers. you approached the owner and asked them to send someone to plant flowers in the castle garden—with minji and haerin's permission, of course. you settled on white peonies and cherry blossoms for minji, and black dahlias with dark purple orchids for haerin.

you hummed softly on the way back, deciding to stop by the bakery you used to visit with your parents when you were little. ha… the interior of this bakery hadn’t changed at all, and the smell was exactly as you remembered. after ordering a pain au chocolat and a cup of cappuccino, you chose to sit by the window, watching people go by.

your family used to be very wealthy until a problem caused your parents to divorce, losing their fortune and abandoning you on the streets. you pushed those memories far away, even though you still lived in the same city as them—wondering if they still remembered you after the issue ended five years ago. maybe you could visit other places with minji and haerin later. this time, you went straight home after finishing your food and drink.

as you made your way back to the castle, your mind raced with thoughts of minji. the flowers in your hands felt like a bridge between you, a gesture of gratitude for the kindness she had shown you. but beneath that gratitude lay a hint of confusion. could it be that minji saw you differently than you intended? you shook your head, dismissing the notion. she was a figure of strength and beauty, almost like a maternal presence, someone who offered you solace in a world that had shown you little kindness.

when you entered the castle, you found haerin in the living room, her feline grace contrasting sharply with the imposing architecture. she looked up, her gaze assessing. “where were you?” she asked, an edge of concern lacing her tone.

“the market,” you replied, holding up the bouquet as if it would validate your actions. “i got flowers for you and minji.”

her expression shifted slightly, a flicker of something unreadable crossing her face. “you didn’t tell me you were going out. you should have asked first.”

“i—”

“it’s not about that,” she cut you off, her voice softening. “just be careful. you never know what could happen out there.”

your mind raced as haerin’s words sank in, but something still didn’t add up. the timing, the way she spoke—there was more to her confession. you weren’t naive; it wasn’t just a warning. something darker, something bitter, lingered beneath the surface of her words. jealousy. you could feel it, even though she hadn’t said it outright. haerin wanted something—no, someone—that wasn’t hers.

you took a shaky breath. “why tell me all of this now, haerin? if you’re trying to protect me, why make it sound like you’re... bitter?”

she gave a small, sharp laugh, her eyes narrowing slightly. “you think i’m bitter?” her tone was mocking, but there was a flicker of something real behind it. “maybe you’re right. but it’s not because i’m jealous of you.”

a chill crept over you. “then what?”

haerin stepped closer, her voice low as she spoke. “it’s because you’re not who you think you are, yn. you’re playing a part you don’t even know about. this isn’t some fairytale where you get adopted by a rich woman and live happily ever after. you were brought here for a reason.”

“what reason?” your voice came out sharper than you expected, frustration edging into fear. “what are you talking about?”

she hesitated, her gaze hardening as if weighing her next words. then, with an almost dismissive shrug, she dropped the bombshell: “we’re vampires.”

the room seemed to tilt for a second, your breath caught in your throat. it couldn’t be. vampires? it sounded ridiculous, impossible—but the look in her eyes said she wasn’t lying. the blood drained from your face, your hands shaking slightly.

you backed up, trying to process the words, but before you could respond, the door swung open with a force that made your heart lurch. minji stood there, her usually calm face twisted in fury. “haerin,” she growled, voice sharp as ice, “what the hell did you just do?”

you saw it then—minji’s eyes, no longer just a deep brown, now gleaming with something unnatural. anger. hunger. her gaze flicked to you, and for the first time, you felt fear crawl up your spine. she was taller, more imposing in that moment, her presence dominating the room.

“you weren’t supposed to know yet,” minji hissed, stepping toward you, her movements too fluid, too quick. “you weren’t ready.” the rage in her eyes flickered with something else, something primal. you stepped back, your heart pounding in your ears.

“i—i didn’t—” you tried to form words, but they wouldn’t come. your back hit the wall, and suddenly, minji was inches away. her eyes darkened, and you could feel her breath on your neck, the air shifting as she leaned in closer, too close.

you froze, terror gripping your chest as you realized what she might do. her lips brushed your skin, cold and soft, and for a moment, the world narrowed to just her touch. then her teeth grazed your neck.

“minji!” haerin’s voice cut through the tension like a whip, snapping minji out of whatever trance she was in. she stepped back, blinking as if waking from a dream. for a second, her face softened—then the fury returned, but this time it wasn’t directed at you.

“you did this,” minji snarled, turning to haerin, her voice low and dangerous. “she wasn’t supposed to know yet.”

you gasped, stumbling away from them, your hand clutching your neck where you could still feel the ghost of her touch. the fear and confusion twisted inside you, but there was something else—a deep sadness, a realization that maybe this great opportunity wasn’t what it seemed. everything was unraveling so quickly.

as you backed away from them, memories of your past flooded back—your family, the life you had lost. it was all connected, somehow. the reason you’d ended up in the orphanage, the secrets your parents had kept from you. they hadn’t abandoned you because of money or misfortune. no, it was something more twisted. your parents had once been part of a world like this, a world of power and darkness. you were caught in the middle of something far older than you had known.

you clutched the side of your head, the memories flashing too quickly. your mother’s distant eyes, the arguments late at night when they thought you weren’t listening, the day they left you at the orphanage, telling you it was for your own safety. everything clicked into place.

“i should’ve known,” you muttered under your breath, looking back at minji with wide, terrified eyes. “this wasn’t a coincidence. i look like him, don’t i? your husband.”

minji’s gaze softened, but the sadness in her eyes was undeniable. she didn’t deny it.

and in that moment, you realized this was much bigger than you could have ever imagined. maybe you were just another piece in their long, immortal game—used to fill the void of their eternal loss.

as the warmth of minji's bite coursed through your veins, the world seemed to shift. a flood of memories that didn’t belong to you rushed into your mind—fragments of another life, another time. you staggered slightly, clutching minji’s arm as flashes of faces, voices, and emotions overwhelmed you. one face in particular stood out—a man’s, someone who felt strangely familiar. his voice echoed in your head, filled with love and devotion... for minji.

“i remember him,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “i remember... being him.”

minji’s eyes widened in shock, her grip tightening around your arm. there was a flicker of recognition, of something deep and ancient between you. “it can’t be,” she murmured, her voice trembling. “you’re... you’re him, reincarnated.” her words were barely above a whisper, but the weight of them crushed you. the memories, the feelings—they weren’t just fragments; they were yours.

it made sense now. the pull you’d felt toward minji, the unexplainable connection, the way her face had felt so familiar, like something out of a dream. you had been her husband, a lifetime ago. the man who chose mortality over immortality.

“he didn’t want to live forever,” you muttered, piecing it together. “he refused to become what you are.” the revelation hit you hard, and you looked up at her, searching her eyes for answers. “that’s why he left, isn’t it?”

minji’s expression shifted, sorrow filling her eyes as she nodded. “he couldn’t bear the thought of eternity. he chose to live a normal life, to die. but he promised... he promised he would find me again, somehow.”

the air in the room thickened with the weight of those words. you had been brought back to her, against all odds, against time itself. and now, you were standing in front of her once more, caught in the web of fate.

haerin’s gaze flickered with a mix of emotions—jealousy, frustration, and something deeper, a bitterness that had built up over years. “you always win, don’t you, minji?” her voice cracked, the mask of coldness slipping away to reveal the hurt beneath. “even after all this time, even after everything... you still get what you want.”

minji looked at her, pain in her eyes, but there was nothing she could say to soothe her sister’s wounds. “haerin…”

“no, don’t,” haerin cut her off, her voice hollow now. “i need to go.” she turned away from the two of you, her steps deliberate but heavy. “i can’t stay here anymore.” she paused at the door, her silhouette framed by the dim light of the castle’s hallway. “take care of her,” she whispered, almost too softly to hear. then, without another word, she disappeared into the night, leaving the castle quieter than it had ever been.

you stood there, unsure of what to say, unsure if there was anything to be said. but minji’s hand found yours, squeezing gently, grounding you in that moment. her eyes, once filled with rage and hunger, now only held a quiet sorrow.

“i’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, the weight of her confession heavy in the air.

weeks passed, the castle settling into a new rhythm without haerin’s presence. and soon, everything started to fall into place—your memories, the truth of your past. you weren’t just some random girl caught in their world. you were the reincarnation of minji’s husband, the one who had chosen death over the curse of immortality. you had been given a second chance, a chance to live again, but fate had brought you back into the very world you had tried to escape.

and yet, this time, you didn’t run.

three months later, the castle felt more like a home. the cold, stone walls were softened by the warmth of life within them. the garden bloomed with the flowers you had planted, a mix of color and life that mirrored the changes in your own heart. the past no longer felt like a burden—it was part of you, and part of minji.

one evening, you sat at the long dining table, minji by your side, your parents across from you. the room was lit by soft, golden light, the warm glow of candles filling the space. laughter echoed through the halls as you shared stories and memories, the tension of your earlier days here forgotten.

minji’s hand rested on yours, her touch familiar and comforting. your parents, who had been lost to you for so long, had accepted this strange, new life you had found. the weight of the past had lifted, replaced by a new beginning.

you looked at minji, and she smiled—a smile that carried a hundred years of longing and love. and for the first time, you felt truly at peace. this was where you were meant to be, not just as minji’s eternal love but as part of a family once more.

and haerin? wherever she was, you hoped she found her own peace, away from the shadows of the past.

as the night went on, the warmth in the room grew, not just from the fire crackling in the hearth, but from the love shared around the table. for the first time in your life, you felt truly whole.

and in that moment, everything felt right.

it’s giving this (¤—¤)

midnight magic

aeri uchinaga x fem!doctor!reader

synopsis: It's aeri's birthday, and while her members celebrated with her at midnight, you had something a bit more thrilling in mind. a private escape to your place quickly turns into an unforgettable night as the two of you get lost in each other’s arms.

warnings: explicit sexual content; smut; roleplaying; oral sex (aeri receiving)

a/n: idk how tf i even come up with this lol, this is the first time i ever write smut so bear with me. it’s pretty short and ACTUALLY rushed because i forgot to check the date... funfact: my mom’s birthday is the same is aeri. anyway, ENJOY🥳

the clock struck two, and the SM building was finally quiet. after a long day of meetings and photo shoots, aeri was wrapping up her work in the company building, exhausted yet excited for her birthday celebration with you. her members and a few staffs had surprised her as the clock struck midnight earlier, but your surprise is always the one she wait for every year. as soon as aeri reached the dorm and said good night to her members, she reached for her phone, searching your contacts among the numbers in her phonebook.

you quietly slipped into her room as she dial your phone, an anticipating smile on her lips. “hey, birthday girl,” you whispered on your phone, leaning against the doorframe, “i’m sorry for being a little late, the surgery went a little overtime. ready for a real celebration?”

aeri looked up, clearly surprised by your presence but her eyes sparkling with intrigue. “of course, pretty.”

“let’s go to my place.” you replied, extending a hand.

with a mischievous grin, aeri took your hand, excitement bubbling in her chest. you quietly made your way through the empty halls, careful not to alert anyone that probably had already dozed off. the cool night air greeted your faces as you slipped outside, the stars twinkling above.

after a brief drive from aespa’s dorm, you reached your apartment. as soon as the door opened, the space between the two of you vanished as you closed the distance, lips crashing together in a heated kiss. it was electric, full of the longing and love you’ve shared over the years, igniting a fire within. the world faded away as aeri melted into you, hands roaming here and there, bodies pressing closer, the soft sounds of the city outside drowning out everything else. time seemed to stop, and in that moment, nothing else mattered but the two of you, lost in their own little world.

after what felt like an eternity, you pulled away, breathless and smiling. aeri’s cheeks flushed, her eyes sparkling with mischief before pulling you into the bedroom.

“doctor yn, can you please check me up here? it feels hot and burning...” aeri layed her back on the bed, spreading her legs. you took a moment to observe the way the faint moonlight made her skin glows, her oversized top and short wrapping her body perfectly.

“hmm, let’s see. does it feel hot... here?” you pressed her stomach softly, teasing smile tugged your lips. you lowered your right hand as the other make its way inside her bra, fondling her hardened nipple.

“or here?” your right hand pressed her clit delightfuly, causing her body to lift up and leave her cunt crazy for any friction.

“ehm... yes, right there. what do you think i should do, doc?”

“strip.” and in a seductive manner, she undoes each piece of her clothing one by one. aeri’s eyes gleamed as she slippes out of her oversized top, letting it fall to the floor, followed by her shorts—which she kicked aside aside with a grin. she pulled you closer by your arm, and her breathing quickened, her gaze never leaving yours.

“such an obedient patient,” stepping even closer until there’s no space left behind aeri, you adjusted your stethoscope, pretending to be fully in character. you leaned in, brushing your lips over her collarbone as your hands traveled up her sides. “now, let me make a thorough examination.”

her breath hitched as you traced slow, warm kisses along her neck, pausing just below her ear. she shivered under your touch, fingers clenching the bedsheets as you pressed your stethoscope on her chest, playing along with the teasing.

“mm, heart rate’s elevated,” you whispered, “but i think we know what’s causing that.”

she giggles, her cheeks flushed, but her voice was a little breathy,  “maybe you should check it again, you know, just to make sure.”

“i’ll be as thorough as you need, ma’am,” your hand glided down, settling on her waist, fingers pressing gently. slowly, you guide her to climb up your face, settling down onto it. your nose nudges her clit, releasing a pornographic moan from aeri. you place your arms around her figure, wrists dangling from her waist. aeri grinds down onto your face, moans from you vibrating against her warm cunt. you tease her clit gently with your lips, then trail your tongue up her slit. her hips begin to move faster, responding eagerly to your touch. aeri lets out a string of curses, struggling to hold herself back from pressing down on you—she doesn’t want to overwhelm you. a whine escapes her lips when you pull away, leaving her wanting more.

“yn? why did you-” aeri’s words got cut off as you slide in two fingers inside of her, watching her reaction when you start to curl it just right to hit her g-spot. you start a rythm, fingers moving in and out, with aeri starting to grind her pretty cunt on your mouth again. you feel her gummy walls clenching your fingers, leaving a mess on your hand. sensing her release approaching, you pick up the pace and with a gasp, waves of orgasm hit her. her body collapses onto yours, begging for her to kiss you through her orgasm.

as she comes down from her high, aeri leans in, lips meeting yours once again with a tenderness that contrasts the intensity of just moments before. her kiss is soft, almost shy, like she’s savoring every second. you feel her body relax on top of you, her breathing slow but warm against your cheek as she nuzzles closer.

“you have no idea how good that felt,” she murmurs, voice laced with lingering satisfaction and a trace of playfulness. you smile, brushing a strand of hair from her face and letting your fingertips trace down her back, relishing the calm that settles between you.

“good,” you reply, “because that was just the start.” a smirk tugs at your lips as you pull her closer, fingers grazing her flushed skin. her cheeks deepen in color as she raises an eyebrow, intrigued.

“just the start, huh?” she teases, catching her breath. she presses another kiss to your lips, her hand slipping to your waist as she shifts, eyes glinting with anticipation.

CAME ACROSS THIS AHAHA WHAT

i miss home (but this is home)

kim minjeong x fem!reader

synopsis: when you step into the house, the smell of your mother’s cooking greets you, as if reminding you of all the memories long buried. but behind your warm smile, there’s a voice in your heart whispering, ‘this isn't the home you wanted.’ even though you’re here, your soul longs for the place you left behind—a place where you felt free and full of hope.

warnings: implied cheating; angst; mention of food; i wrote this in 5 hrs and i’m sleep deprived so it may not make sense at some parts; the story is set in japan (mostly) but i didn’t know much japanese idols so please ignore my character selection🙏; i forgor abt amari at the end.

a/n: i actually proofread this one once yay👍 actually got this idea while listening to NIKI’s split a d reading tbhk comic volume 8. #i'm grindimg yoo🔥🔥🔥 forgot to say that the story is mostly taking place in japan😭

exactly four years ago during winter, after you’d finished your daily task of shoveling snow from the driveway, a silver sedan parked at the house across from yours. that house had been empty for a long time; its last residents were an elderly couple—mr. and mrs. jones. your family had become quite close to them after being neighbors since the day your parents moved into the house. by the time you and your sister were born, they were like a third set of grandparents, often inviting you over to play. unfortunately, they decided to spend their old age in europe when you were nine.

though you were curious about the new residents, you decided not to watch the movers unload boxes—or their child, gleefully carrying their own box—after hearing your mom call you for dinner. only after everyone had gathered—your parents, your older sister karina, and the family’s beloved doberman, amari—did you mention what you saw earlier. “hey, did you know someone moved into grandpa jones’ house?” everyone turned to you in confusion.

“yn, sweetheart, did you forget or were you not listening to what i told you yesterday, huh?” karina playfully pinched your cheek, which you allowed. after a moment of thinking, you slapped your forehead.

“ah! i totally forgot. it’s, uhh, mr. and mrs. jones’ son and daughter-in-law, right? when are we visiting them, dad? i want to give their kid a present!” without waiting for a reply, you said enthusiastically, “oh, they have a kid?” your dad replied in the same cheerful tone.

“yeah, looks to be about my age.”

and that’s how you found yourself in this situation, punching the face of a school bully notorious for picking on new kids—especially the ones who looked timid and helpless.

“wow, wow. looks like someone wants to be a hero…” yunjin, their leader, sneered at you, wiping the blood dripping from her lip. she ordered her twin, yujin, to fight back, but before she could swing, you grabbed the new kid’s wrist and took off running.

after escaping through the school gate—the guard was stupidly asleep—and stopping once you felt safe, you let go of her wrist. you went in search of the nearest convenience store for drinks, and she followed you quietly.

“pick anything you like, it’s on me!” your positive energy seemed to surprise her a little, but she didn’t say much after you both chose drinks and you paid.

“thank you..” she said softly after you both sat down on a swing in the park just a stone’s throw from your house.

“no problem! uh...”

“minjeong. my name’s kim minjeong..” her soft voice spoke again.

“ah! so you’re korean too! i’m yn, kang yn! nice to meet you, minjeong.” you switched to speaking korean, extending your hand. and in that split second, you both somehow knew you’d quickly become inseparable friends.

“don’t go anywhere without me, okay? yunjin’s gang is known to be… well, you saw, right?” you shrugged, making sure minjeong was safely inside her house before heading back home.

“whoa, dropping off your girlfriend, huh?” your nosy sister (who was about to leave for her evening class) teased when you got home.

“no! just a friend. besides, i’m old enough to get mom’s permission to date, right, mom? i’m fifteen this year.” your mom just hummed in agreement.

the next day, as you requested, minjeong waited for you in front of her house to walk to school together. “morning, minjeong!!” you waved your hand energetically with your full energy at the early hour.

at school, you didn’t run into yunjin’s gang; your classes were on completely different floors. they were in class F, while you were in class B—not bad for someone a little lazy. unfortunately, minjeong hadn’t taken her class placement test yet and was temporarily assigned to class F. when you learned this, you were worried to death, but minjeong assured you she’d be fine, so, reluctantly, you let go of her arm—and you swore you heard yunjin’s gang’s mocking laughter.

at lunch, you let your friends know not to wait for you in the cafeteria since you’d brought lunch from home, and then you sprinted to minjeong’s classroom. “minjeong-ah! let’s eat lunch together!” you yelled unashamedly, causing a teacher passing by to jump a little. you both picked a spot under a big tree near the soccer field to have lunch together. “how’s class? did yunjin’s gang bother you?”

“no, i threatened them. told them i’d make them pay if they messed with me. i told them i was actually a taekwondo expert, and they didn’t dare touch me.” you burst out laughing at minjeong’s story, “ha! oh my god! my stomach hurts! they’re so gullible?” wiping tears from your eyes.

and so went your high school days, with minjeong—who quickly became close to your group—you, ningning, and kazuha, though you ended up closer to minjeong because of how close you lived. sleepovers, movie nights, and study sessions filled your evenings—and your sister’s pranks. you didn’t realize it then, but your understanding of home started to change because of the person eating ice cream beside you.

winter passed by quickly, and summer came with all its love stories. minjeong, who was once calm and gentle, began to pick up some of your traits, cheerful and spirited. once again, you found yourself in minjeong’s room.

“got any plans for summer break?” you asked, lying on her bedroom floor while she sat on her bed, playing her nintendo.

“uhuh, spending it with you.” it happened again, your heart rate suddenly spiking, and your face flushing red, “i mean— to, uh… what are you planning to do?” you stopped fanning yourself.

“i dunno, whatever you wanna do, i’m in.”

turns out she wasn’t lying. you decided to help at a local eel farm for harvest season! minjeong, who absolutely hates eels, hesitantly dipped her feet into the muddy pond full of eels, and as soon as one coiled around her ankle, she screamed and fell right in (in the end, you were the only one helping with the harvest, but at least minjeong agreed to forgive you and keep you company under the shade of a tree after you bought her two handfuls of ice cream). with clothes full of mud, you two spend the rest of the day cycling through the entire village—with minjeong being your passanger princess. a few days later, you both visited some high school festivals with food stalls and arcades before attending the big event together with your families—the tanabata star festival.

“are you ready?” your dad's head popped in from the front door. he and your mom were wearing matching yukatas, as was your sister with her girlfriend giselle, and you...

“minjeong!!!” after getting out of your respective cars, you quickly returned to minjeong's side, linking arms with her.

“remember, you need to be back by 9 sharp if you don’t want to walk home alone,” your mom reminded you again.

and so began the great snacking adventure at the stalls with minjeong! you started with classic food, takoyaki. the steaming, round snacks tempted you to eat them, and you devoured them hot. minjeong reached out her hand, and you reflexively spit a round piece of takoyaki into her palm. she tossed it into the nearest trash can and washed her hands three times with soap before you both bought melon soda at the adjacent stall. after that, the tanabata star festival wouldn’t be complete without playing goldfish scooping and shooting games! you successfully got the teddy bear you wanted, but seeing minjeong's disappointed face when she couldn’t win the bunny plush she desired, you decided to trade yours for it.

“what did you write for your wish?” the night grew late, and the fireworks show was about to start. even though it was already 9:30, you and your sister agreed to go home together in your dad's car after your parents were too tired to continue and headed home first. “you better not turn on do not disturb!” your sister shouted before her girlfriend pulled them away for a photo.

“...it's a secret.” minjeong covered her tanzaku paper.

“hey, i gave you my red tanzaku!” ah, there it was; your childish side hadn’t fully faded yet.

“fine, but show me yours too.”

bingo. minjeong wrote, ‘i hope i can always be with yn,’ and you wrote, ‘i hope minjeong can always be with me.’ you quickly exchanged your papers and then laughed awkwardly—at least you got the green light. after hanging your tanzaku on the large bamboo tree, you climbed a hill a bit away from the crowd, spread out a blanket, and laid out the food.

you sat under the starry night sky, enjoying the scattered lantern lights around the festival. minjeong glanced at you, who was busy finishing the takoyaki you had earlier—both of you had agreed to eat while sitting. after a moment, minjeong smiled and began to tell a story.

“you know, yn?” minjeong started, her voice soft, almost like a whisper. “this tanabata festival actually has a really romantic story. it’s about two stars, ori-hime and hiki-boshi… they are a couple living in two different worlds, separated by a great river called ama-no-gawa—which we know as the milky way.”

you paused from putting food in your mouth and looked at minjeong; of course, she knew. your siater’s japanese girlfriend had told her about it at the tanabata star festival three years ago. but you tried to maintain a look of amazement.

“they can only meet once a year, on the night of the tanabata festival,” minjeong continued, gazing at the sky as if searching for the two stars. “that’s why people like to write their wishes on tanzaku, hoping their love can be as strong as ori-hime and hiki-boshi’s. even though they’re separated, they keep looking for each other… they believe that one day in a year is enough to strengthen their love.”

you smiled softly, a bit shy. “that sounds like an unforgettable love story.”

minjeong nodded slowly, then looked at you with a gentle gaze. “yeah… there’s something beautiful about people who are willing to wait, right? they both remain strong and faithful, even though they have to be apart for so long.” minjeong paused for a moment, as if savoring her own words. “maybe true love doesn’t always have to be together every day. sometimes, just waiting for each other and believing that in the end, they will meet again is enough.”

you felt your heart race at minjeong’s words. slowly, you smiled as if you understood the hidden meaning behind the story. you both looked up at the sky again, each with a wish tucked away in your hearts (which were actually the same).

as the moments leading up to the fireworks display drew closer, the atmosphere around you became increasingly tense and filled with anticipation. the sound of people whispering filled the air, while the lanterns flickered in the night breeze. minjeong looked at you with sparkling eyes, as if she wanted to express something that had long been buried.

“yn,” she said softly, her voice almost drowned out by the crowd around. “i… i feel like there’s something more between us. ever since the first time we met, my heart has raced whenever i’m with you.”

a gentle smile formed on your face, your heart beating faster. “i feel it too, minjeong. you make me feel comfortable and happy like never before.”

time seemed to stand still as minjeong leaned closer, the distance between you narrowing. the fireworks began to adorn the night sky, bursting forth in stunning colors. in that magical moment, you locked eyes, ignoring the commotion around you.

“do you want to share our wishes tonight?” minjeong asked, her face trembling with hope and tension.

“of course, i do,” you replied, feeling your heart race with excitement. before you realized it, the fireworks exploded above you, casting bright lights that made the night even more dazzling. amidst the cheers and awe surrounding you, minjeong leaned in and gently touched your face before her lips found yours in a soft, heartfelt kiss. as the fireworks erupted in the sky, their colorful lights created the perfect backdrop for that moment—the moment when two hopeful hearts finally united.

after that night, you officially became the subject of teasing in your household. returning home with slightly messy lip tint, both of you were immediately put on the spot by karina and giselle in the car. “did you just kiss?” checkmate. no one dared to speak, but your flushed cheeks answered their question. your parents of course knew right away because the first rule in the house was: ask for permission if you want to date! and it shouldn’t affect your grades.

but oh, it’s true that summer and seventeen are inconvenient times to fall in love. your dad was reassigned to the us after spending 19 years in japan. three months before your departure back to the us, he finally told you. it was the first major fight.

after hearing the news about your father's move to the us, you feel worry creeping into your heart. mixed emotions fill your mind—happy for newfound love, but also afraid of loss. that night, you decide to talk to your mother in the kitchen, a place that has always felt comfortable for you.

“mom,” you say, your voice soft. “what should i do? we're leaving, and i… i don’t know what will happen with minjeong.”

your mom pauses for a moment, looking at you gently. “honey, i know how you feel. love can be strong, even when separated by distance. i experienced something similar with your father back then.” she reminisces, a nostalgic look filling her eyes. “we had to communicate, trust each other, and do our best to stay connected. love won’t disappear just because of distance.”

her words offer a little relief, but the worry still lingers in your mind. after that conversation, you feel a bit calmer. and surprisingly, minjeong doesn’t even cry when you tell her about the news—or perhaps she’s just accustomed to staying calm in all situations.

the night before your departure, minjeong takes you to your favorite spot, where the night sky is filled with stars. there, she has a little surprise for you.

“yn, i want to give you something,” she says, pulling out a beautifully decorated tanzaku paper. “this is our hope for the future.” you open the paper and read: ‘may we always be together, no matter the distance that separates us.’

your heart races as you see it. “minjeong, this… means so much.”

minjeong then gives you a small bracelet made of colorful threads. “this is a reminder for you, so you know i’m always with you, no matter where we are.”

you both exchange warm hugs, feeling the emotional moment as the stars shine above.

“can we write letters to each other? even though we can also text every day...” you suggest, the idea making you feel more at ease.

“of course,” minjeong replies with a smile. “every month we’ll exchange letters. it’ll be our tradition.”

as you write down your hopes and dreams on the paper, the atmosphere feels full of warmth and love. when the letters are exchanged, you feel the bond between you grow stronger. even though distance will separate you, you believe this love can endure.

but oh, you are wrong again. in the early years, you and minjeong did exchange messages every day, writing to each other every month, but suddenly all that stopped. you both got busy with your respective studies, especially with graduation day approaching. you, studying law, were busy helping to handle cases at the firm where you interned.

time passed, and the messages that once filled your days began to dwindle. at first, you hoped everything would be okay, but without realizing it, distance and busyness gnawed at your relationship. the longing was there, but no words came out. one day, as you returned to the city where you first met during your semester break to visit your sister who continued her studies and lived with her girlfriend there, you decided to visit the famous tanabata festival again. the atmosphere felt nostalgic, reminding you of all the beautiful memories with minjeong. you almost wanted to call her but changed your mind, wanting to surprise her by picking her up on the bicycle you used to ride to the eel farm. even though your relationship over the past two years was unclear, your status was still girlfriends—or at least that’s what you thought, and you hoped to see her (hoping those feelings still existed).

upon arriving at the festival, the lively and festive atmosphere reminded you of the moments with minjeong. you strolled around, observing the lanterns shimmering in the night, hoping to feel her presence. suddenly, your ears caught sound of a familiar chuckle.

minjeong.

she stood near the bamboo tree, surrounded by a crowd, but something was different. as you approached closer, your heart raced. minjeong looked radiant in a beautiful dress, her face is still pretty as ever but the lines of her face have grown to be more... mature.

“i feel like i’ve known you forever! you’re so easy to be around.” she said as she laughed with someone standing beside her, your heart felt a deep ache. it felt like time stopped for a moment as you stared at her. however, as her gaze shifted to the person beside her, you felt something was off. when she reached out for the person’s cheeks, you finally noticed the sparkling ring on her finger. ah, you were too late, it seemed. you’re pretty sure that the tanzaku you and minjeong once wrote were still hanging at the tree because look, you are together right now. how funny, you should’ve been more specific. you turned around with a chuckle, decided to go home and pack for the earliest flight to US. unbeknownst to you, minjeong catch glimpses of you when you were stopping by the kiosks. she made a mental note to visit you after she’s done with her date.

as minjeong and her ‘date’ wrapped up their evening, her thoughts kept drifting back to that glimpse of you she'd caught at the kiosks. she couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something was left unsaid, unfinished. after parting ways, she decided she couldn’t wait any longer and headed straight to your place.

meanwhile, you’d already started packing (karina was at her girlfriend’s). the memories were overwhelming, and each item you placed in your suitcase felt like a little piece of the life you were leaving behind. just as you zipped up your suitcase, you heard a familiar knock on your door. surprised, you hesitated, debating whether you should ignore it. but then you remembered her smile, the tanzaku you’d both written, and the promises whispered under the stars. with a sigh, you opened the door.

there she stood, slightly out of breath, eyes searching yours. she seemed hesitant, almost as if she was second-guessing herself.

“are you…going somewhere?” she asked, her voice soft as usual.

you nodded, trying to keep your composure. “the earliest flight to the US,” you replied. a moment of silence passed between you, filled with all the things neither of you had said. her gaze dropped to the ring on her finger, then back to you.

“look, i…didn’t know how to tell you,” she whispered, the weight of the moment evident in her tone. “but when i saw you today, something just…clicked. i couldn’t stop thinking about us, and how we were—”

you cut her off gently, a bittersweet smile on your face. “you don’t owe me anything, minjeong. i’m happy for you. really, i am.”

but she stepped closer, not letting you finish. “maybe not, but i owe myself the truth. and the truth is…there’s been someone i’ve been seeing since you left-” she glanced down, biting her lip as if debating whether to say more.

“then why did you…” your voice faltered as you glanced down at her ring, a painful reminder of how things had turned out.

“i was- i love you yn, but it’s hard for me to consistently giving love to someone who’s not present.” she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. her eyes searched yours, guilt and longing all wrapped into one.

frankly speaking, you wanted to beg for her to love you one more time, you want to throw that ring across the continents but you two remained silent. your gaze fell down as you told her, “i loved you too, kim.”

kim minjeong was your home after all.

i tried writing angst and it got a little personal and i end up crying🥹🥹🥹🥹 should i post it tho...

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