THE SHINNING IDOL ⸻ INDEPENDENT, MUTUAL EXCLUSIVE AND SELECTIVE BLOG FOR ORIGINAL CHARACTER HAN SERIN/ CIERRA FROM K-POP DEMON HUNTERS. BASED ON THE NETFLIX'S HIT MOVIE AND ON HEADCANONS AND DISCARDED LORE. WRITTEN AND CURATED BY CALI. GMT+3.
associated with the lore of: @jvnha / @jaeshn / @scionshadow / @damndhymn
CARRD. PROMPTS. BIO. STUDY. GRAPHICS. PROMO. IMPORTANT ABOUT SERIN'S BLOODLINE.
▐║ ♡ ┊ 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆, circling her erect nipple as she holds still enough for Serin to tie up her hair. Lips clamp over a mouthful of flesh once more, sucking before she pulls away slowly, breast dragging free from her mouth with an audible pop. ㅤ❝ Aw, but I love to tease you, Seri; you're so fun to play with. Look how wet you are for me, ❞ㅤ she pouts mischievously, curling her fingers inside of Serin to reach that sensitive spot she loves so much. ㅤ❝ You've made such a mess already, dripping all over your sheets before I've even made you come. Do you really need it that badly? ❞
ㅤㅤㅤㅤJunha flips her newly-tied ponytail over her shoulder, laying her cheek against Serin's breasts as she presents her drenched fingers for the other to see. It surprises her when Serin takes them into her mouth, licking away the taste of herself, and the sight is enough to make Junha bite at her own lip. ㅤ❝ I don't know, it depends, ❞ㅤ her lips curl teasingly, rising again to place a kiss upon the other's, her tongue slipping into her mouth to share her taste. ㅤ❝ Are you gonna be good for me? ❞
ㅤㅤㅤㅤShe doesn't wait for an answer, crawling down beneath the sheets until her head rests between Serin's thighs. Her fingers start first, parted between the second and third digit as they stroke upwards against her cunt, then down, then up once more. They spread her folds apart, pressure given to isolate her swollen clit, leaving it vulnerable for Junha's mouth to claim it. She greets it with a kiss, soft and gentle, then wraps plump lips around it, her darting tongue swiping against the bundle of nerves hidden within. ㅤ❝ Such a pretty pussy, Seri. It needs kissed more often. ❞
She stifles a moan with her lips, teeth biting into the flesh of her mouth to stop the sound from coming in fear of waking up the rest of the girls. "You been teasing me so much, Junni. It's your fault." And Junha loves to drag it out. Serin can't help but to love it , though, the way her body grinds against expert fingers and the way sweet tongue swipes over her nipple, her body kneeing and desiring more of her. "Hm. So good, Junni. I'll be good." But Junha is already spoiling her by going down her body and Serin adjust her body so she can watch her descend, elbows propping her in the mattress so her eyes watch with delight at the sight.
Mouth gapes open in anticipation, first fingers and then, mouth over her heated cunt. Serin's body is set ablaze and a shake of her body tells her she is too needy. "Kiss it then. You can kiss it and fuck it all you want."
She adjust a little, her leg bending over slightly so she can offer Junha something to press against and off herself as she feels expert tongue swipe over her, a free hand coming to help her spread herself ripe for the taking, while the other plays with her own full breast, chasing after the aftertaste of Junha's lips. "Give it another taste. Please."
@crystaserin ⊱ 𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝙶𝙸𝙵 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂
10FF because they were room mates 🙂↔️
▐║ ♡ ┊ 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏, Junha focuses on the quiet moans that rumble through Serin's lips. Pretty little sounds, captured by lazy kisses shared, and Junha can almost swear she tastes the other's pleasure in each one. She toys with her slowly, slender fingers dragging deep strokes between her slit, agile as they shape themselves against the sensitive bloom within and feel the slickness grow beneath them. Tucked away behind the privacy of a locked door, they don't have to worry about intrusion. But noise is another issue. God, how she'd love to hear her loud and free, but they can't let anyone else know what they're up to in here. Sometimes, you just need someone who can make you feel good. Someone who can know your body and be trusted to keep its secrets.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ We can't let them hear us, Seri, ❞ㅤ she whispers to remind her, tongue swiping against Serin's lips. Junha makes sure to capture them in a deeper kiss before she makes her next move, a finger circling Serin's entrance before sinking inside. This time, she finds herself moaning as well, pleased by the warmth that envelops her digit, and soon she slips a second inside to join it. ㅤ❝ Is this what you've been needing, yeppeuni? ❞ㅤ Junha purrs against the corner of Serin's mouth, drawing lower, dragging playful nips of teeth down her jaw, her neck, going until she is able to claim a mouthful of her breast, her tongue wrapping around her nipple as she sucks the supple skin.
She feels entirely vulnerable by her side and yet, trusting her completely. Her eyes struggle to remain open as they follow the movement of dangerous digits as they tease her, and Serin has no excuse as to why she is as wet as she is in that moment. Moan muffled by claiming lips as hot breaths come out of her watching as Junha descends upon her breast.
"You are teasing me to much and I cant handle it anymore." Hands move to blond rosy hair and with care and hidden lust, brings a hairtie to make a ponytail with Junha's hair. Hips roll on their own as she feels the warm of fingers inside her and she begins to seek that rush, something tense coiling inside of her wanting to explode. Its embarassing how wet she is, the mess she would make with the sheets enough to make her blush under the others touch. "Are you giving me your mouth tonight, Juhnni? Please?"
Serin is still foreign with being with another woman but Junha makes her feel bold, as she brings fingers that had been inside her to her lips, mouth wrapping around them to taste herself, eyes never leaving her." And then can I ride you? I want to feel you."
▐║ ♡ ┊ 𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐒. After years of being in this industry, she's developed a thick enough skin to stay professional, even when something is nagging at her. And she'd almost made it to the end. Almost. But she can't bear it anymore. Not when she can smell him. Jaeshin. His cologne. It's too engraved into her memory to forget it, and with her new heightened senses, impossible to ignore. No, it's more than that this time. The smell of his skin, his sweat. No one else would notice, of course; she's the only one that has a vampire's nose. And it drives her fucking crazy, pretending like she doesn't notice where it's coming from. That it's Serin wearing his shirt, barely able to hide the purple marks on her skin that peek from beneath the collar.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤShe never had an issue with Serin and Jaeshin's friendship. This game they play with the fans, teasing them. It was all just that, according to Serin: a game and nothing more. Jaeshin's nothing to her now anyway, so why should she care? Why do her eyes feel like they're burning as soon as she realizes who gave Serin those marks? It's been three years. She doesn't care. Shouldn't. She shouldn't be wiping her eyes so fiercely, finding them wet with every swipe, unable to tell if what she feels is sadness or anger. Mostly the latter. And of course, it just had to be Serin that follows her out. Kind, caring leader Serin. Her best friend. Her sister. The girl that just fucked her ex boyfriend and expected her not to know.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ Don't ! ❞ㅤ Junha all but growl as she spins around to face her. ㅤ❝ Don't you dare have the audacity to ask me what's wrong! ❞ ㅤ Teeth bite down on the inside of her cheek, one last attempt to bite back her own words before they erupt. ㅤ❝ I can smell him on you. I can see this — ❞ㅤ she grabs the collar of Serin's shirt, pulling just enough to expose the marks on her collarbone. ㅤ❝ Did you really think I wouldn't make the connection? ❞ㅤ There's a long pause, Junha's mind swimming with a torrent of emotions. What's worse is that she's not sure who she's truly angry at, or why. She shouldn't be angry. She shouldn't feel anything about it at all. ㅤ❝ You lied about it all just being a game with you two. You lied about just being friends. And I want to hear you say it yourself. ❞
There is no way Jae told Junha. And she had been extra careful enough to not show anything regarding their time together. It seems somehow, the news broke, at least just with Junha and she feels herself panicking at the thought that this would ruin their friendship, after so many hardships. But didn't she move on? Serin had seen how Juhna behaved with Mr. Namkyu, even with Sei, there was no way that she would still want him. Surely. . .she would understand. The exposed skin is now faced with shame when Junha pulls the shirt down, to reveal the marks she had told Jaeshin to not leave on her ( either he had been jealous or he just does that, it's not like Serin discourages him ).
"Junni. . .please." She is not sure what she is begging for but she wants to reach back and hold her. Serin is not so sure that would be a good idea so she stands there, her hand moving to shift the shirt back to cover the purple marks, almost as if ashamed of herself. "It was a game!. . .at first it was. We just wanted to tease everyone for even thinking about it." It had been a game. It was meant to be a joke for everyone. Jaeshin had been with her when Junha left, they been each other's landmark when they were lost and through the process, they just became better friends. She is not sure she can even explain herself to Junha without sound like she is making excuses. When did her feelings shifted from friendship to something else?
"It just. . .happened." It sounds so stupid , doesn't it? Tears struggle to keep themselves on her eyes as she breathes through, trying to gather up her thoughts. "Please. I didn't meant to hurt you. I would never. You are with Mr. Yi and it's been so long and he was such a good friend to me when you were gone. . ." She reaches out then, hoping that years of friendship and sisterhood will be triumph over this. Even if its her own fault. "I'm sorry."
▐║ 선태연 ┊ 𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄. All these carefully curated images, projections of what the fans want them to be. Taeyeon has always hated that. It felt like being in Cheonggyesan again, having to play the part of his father's perfect prince. Why anyone would willingly live that way is beyond him. And yet, here he is, wrapped up in an industry where everyone is like that. Maybe it's his way of rebelling, how he shows too much to the wrong people. How unabashedly his lips press against her wrist, not a single consideration given to who might see. All he cares about is that drumbeat he feels burn against his mouth, her skipping pulse that grows faster the longer he lingers there against her skin. Can she really blame him for enjoying himself a bit too much when this is how she reacts?
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ I shouldn't have done that, ❞ㅤ Tae agrees with a shake of his head, but the glimmer in his eyes and the undeniable smirk that spreads broadly across his features show no regret. Even after he pulls away, he still holds her wrist. Gently, his thumb brushes over the tender spot his lips had graced with a touch almost obscenely intimate. His eyes flicker, green flecks shining as he looks into her own, as if daring Serin, ㅤ❝ So why aren't you pulling away? ❞
"You are way too cheeky. It will get you in trouble." The shake of her head is giving to a lost cause but he really doesn't seem to care and for her years in this industry, the attitude is somehow refreshing. Though she hates how easy it is to get her to react. Eyes shift toward the hold on her wrist, still pressing on, and she frowns, he really is playing a game there , uh? It feels like those touches she had seen in period dramas, where a man would touch upon a woman' s wrist as if it was the most intimate act.
Serin now realizes why they do it. "I was here first. You are the one who should pull away." Its the stubborn side in her, and perhaps the rather childish excuse she uses to keep herself in that state. She won't admit she likes the feeling of his touch, or how her body seems to react so easily. Has it truly been that long since she felt that kind of affection? "You don't care about the rumors, uh? Perhaps that's what you want. "
▐║ ⏾ ┊ ❝ 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔. ❞ And he knows he doesn't have a right to say that, to interfere in her love life at all. Not after what he did. It was cruel of him, to have her for a single night and then leave her, but one night was all it took to show him how dangerous this has become. Serin deserves a happy life with a man who can give her everything she wants, not a vampire who can't even bear to tell her what he really is. And yet, he can't stand the way he notices the eyes of other men follow her, what he hears them whisper about her, the way he can feel some of their hearts skip at the sight of her. How many of them have good intentions, and how many are just animals excited by the sight of something they think they can have?
ㅤㅤㅤㅤIt's her choice to date who she wants. Sleep with who she wants, whether they're decent men with good intentions or not. But he just can't fucking stand the thought of it. They could hurt her. Use her. Break her heart again. It sickens him, the idea that she might be spending her nights in the hands of men that won't cherish her how she deserves. But that's the more chivalrous part of him that thinks that. The deeper, more selfish part of him is angry that anyone else might stand a chance at all, and he will never be able to call her his.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ Is this what you do now? Flirt with your ex and pretend that he didn't hurt you? ❞ㅤ Hypocritical of him to say, he knows, but it leaves him before he can hold himself back. The truth is he's reaching for any excuse at all to talk her down and coming up empty. There's no reason for her not to go for this guy. Not if she really wants him. And really, it would be karma for Jaeshin to watch it happen right before his eyes, how he's chased her into another man's arms. It wouldn't be the first time he's done so, but he's not sure if he can bear to watch it happen again. All his flimsy arguments fall apart so quickly, and all that's left is the obvious truth in his eyes of why he's all but pleading with her now not to leave the party with Yuhwan — the fear that she'll fall for her ex-boyfriend all over again, and Jaeshin will be swiftly forgotten. ㅤ❝ Don't go with him. Please. Just let me drive you home. ❞
It's easy to just fall by the order of old habits. Yuhwan was perhaps the one ex that had hurt her but he had also been the one whose relationship had marked her youth. Crossing paths with him is easy because of the industry they live in and they fall into the habit of talking. He doesn't seem to have anyone around him and while she noticed Jaeshin across the room looking at them, she also remembers his words. He had been clear that they cannot be together and that he doesn't want her. Even after the night they spent together, even after he made her feel like she was on fire, he had refused her enough for her to consider Yuhwan again. He doesn't say he won't hurt her again, or go with someone else, but she reads his queues because they are familiar. The brush of a hand on her waist, the way he leaned in to whisper back through the noise and shift her hair from her shoulder. When she is finally on her own, a quick break, it's when she crosses paths with Jae again.
"I don't pretend. I know he did. But at least he is honest about it." Serin breathes back, the words hurt her more than they should, and his presence affects her more than she wants it. She thought that distance would make her forget about it but it seems it hasn't. "You said I should not seek you out. Go out with someone. That's what I'm doing." And Yuhwan is familiar. Because dating seems to be failing her and she prefers the familiarity. His plea hits her more than it should, eyes scanning over the floor to where she sees Yuhwan casually checking his phone, maybe checking a hotel room. The dorms and apartments weren't really safe, and she is certain he is thinking she will go with him.
If Jaeshin hadn't shown up, perhaps she would had. She fell back to old habits when Junha left, and it seems this is the rock she falls on, as hurtful as the rock is. "I can't. . .I don't want you to drive me home because I know I would want more. I know I will ask you to go upstairs with me." And she knows she will plea with him like she did the other night. She wants him so much it hurts inside. "And you don't want me."
@taeyn asked:
[ wrist ] a tender kiss on the inside of the partner's wrist
He has been nothing but a flirt the moment they had met. Often teasing her, both equally as a jab and a flirt, mastering that type of chemistry and dynamic after a few moments. And he should be aware that Idols should be careful with how they work, who they see and talk, so his actions are what baffle her. When he raises her hand and brings it toward his lips, and she senses the flashes of unknown cameras around them.
Serin cannot help her pulse raise , heart beating harder against her chest as he kisses the inside of her wrist. Lips seem to linger on the skin there, leaving a warm imprint that lasts longer than it should. "What do you think you are doing?" Serin asks, once her voice returns to her and she almost scoffs at the smirk he will likely sport after getting a reaction out of her. "You shouldn't have done that."
▐║ ⏾ ┊ 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐀 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇, the slightest pull into an expression that cannot quite be called a smile nor a smirk. Darkened eyes match the intentions of that treacherous curve of lips, pleased by what he hears, ravenous at the imagery she crafts in his head, and hardly able to be contained. Teeth graze against the skin of her neck, avoidant of their sharpest peaks, adding to the painted shades of red and violet that spread across Serin's neck and collarbone from the claiming marks of his mouth.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ Everywhere, ❞ㅤ Jaeshin repeats; not a question that he needs answered a second time, and far too urgent to be a tease. More like a declaration. His eyes, drawn to Serin's, linger with an intensity sharp enough to pierce through her as his lips hover over her own, feeling every shifting, strained breath shared between them. He lets her guide his hand until it glides over lace, down until he can feel the dampened shape of her mound between her thighs. It's enough to make his mouth go dry, lips tightening, wetting them with his tongue as he lets his forehead rest against her own. The muscles of his hand squeeze ever so slightly, cupping palm massaging against her outer folds. And then, the pressure of his middle finger, pushing harshly against the fabric until it slips between them, stroking just beyond the boundary of her slit.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤShe has no idea how deadly her request is, he thinks to himself, because he has every intention to see it fulfilled. ㅤ❝ Be careful what you ask for, ❞ㅤ he warns her, his hand retreating, but only enough to find the top of her panties and work his way inside them. With nothing left between his limb and her cunt, he invades further, his ring finger joining the middle as they rub vertically between her folds, letting her warmth engulf them. ㅤ❝ You're already dripping, and I've barely even touched you. ❞ㅤ Jaeshin's grin takes a more solid shape, his lips brushing against her own. He can feel her heat, her arousal, the slickness that grows with every well-placed stroke and forms dripping streams down his digits.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ Stay right here, just like this. Don't you dare move, ❞ㅤ Jaeshin demands; not because he needs her to, but only to see if she will obey. Intrusive digits change their pattern, moving in circular motions when he feels her clit begin to swell and reveal itself for his touch. A third finger joins, spreading her folds wide as his pace and pressure both increase, the dull sounds of slick friction drawing a rumble from Jaeshin's throat. ㅤ❝ When's the last time someone touched you like this? ❞ㅤ His lips press against the corner of Serin's mouth, voice low and gravelled, all the while his fingers broaden their motions, every downward stroke deviously teasing her entrance. ㅤ❝ I know what you want, Serin. Ask me for them. ❞
Serin’s back arched off the wall, a sharp gasp ripped from her throat as Jaeshin’s fingers found their mark. The gentle, textured lace of her panties was a feeble barrier, and she felt the exact moment his middle finger pushed through, the blunt pressure of his touch against her swollen flesh sending a lightning bolt of need straight to her core. His lips were at her neck, teeth grazing, and the soft whines from her lips can barely be contained in that moment. Her hips jerked, seeking more contact, but his other hand tightened on her waist, pinning her. Her mind was a white-hot haze of want. The pad of his middle finger circled her clit, a maddening, perfect pressure that made her toes curl in her shoes. “Jaeshin,” she pleaded, her voice ragged.“A long time,” But she does not want to think of her exes in this moment, fingers grasping on his clothes, seeking more contact, as if to signal him she wanted more but he seemed intent on torturing her, making her a mess right in front of him.
“Your fingers,” she gasped. “Inside. Please.” The wet, filthy sound of it filled the air. Her inner muscles clung as if trying to pull him deeper with each withdrawal and teasing touch. She needed to touch him, needed to give back some of this devastating pleasure. Her fingers trembled, clumsy with urgency. Finally freeing the buckle, her hands diving past the waistband of his trousers. She found him, hard and hot and straining against the confines of his briefs. She wrapped her hand around his length, her thumb swiping over the leaking head. Her vision swam, her legs buckled, and only his body pinning her to the wall kept her upright. But her touch began to match the tease. He did asked for her thoughts and fantasies after all. So she lets him in.
“And then you, your cock. I thought about it. Deep enough I feel it in the morning, Jae.” An ache inside is felt at the emptiness and she wants more, her body shifting from the wall trying to arch into his touch. “God, Jae. . .your mouth too. And I would do the same to you, because I'm a good girl, yes? I would do it for you.” Her lips reach for his own, mess of hot breath against hot breath until her mouth captures his own in a lazy kiss, teeth pulling on his lower lip, sucking it slightly. "Please give me everything."
[ peck ] a quick, light kiss on the partner's lips or cheek
[ french ] a deep, passionate kiss with the use of tongue
[ forehead ] a gentle kiss on the partner's forehead, conveying care and affection
[ spiderman ] an upside-down kiss, just like in the movie
[ mistletoe ] a playful or romantic kiss under a mistletoe
[ hand ] a chivalrous kiss on the back of the partner's hand
[ lingering ] a long, slow kiss filled with emotion and desire
[ neck ] a kiss or gentle sucking on the partner's neck
[ nape ] a kiss placed at the nape of the partner's neck
[ teasing ] a light brushing of lips against a partner's skin without fully kissing
[ earlobe ] a light nibble on the partner's earlobe
[ tango dip ] a kiss shared while one partner is dipped backward
[ celebration ] a joyful and exuberant kiss to celebrate an achievement or milestone
[ stolen ] a quick, stealthy, and impromptu kiss snatched in secret
[ bite ] a playful kiss that involves some light biting
[ goodbye ] a heartfelt kiss when parting, showing affection and fondness
[ rain ] a romantic kiss in the rain
[ scars ] a gentle kiss on the partner's scar(s)
[ injury ] a careful kiss on a partner's wound to make it all better
[ wedding ] a romantic kiss shared during a wedding ceremony
[ comfort ] a tender kiss to provide comfort or reassurance
[ sunset ] a kiss shared during sunset, often romantic and serene
[ butterfly ] a light fluttering of eyelashes against the partner's skin
[ seductive ] a deep, slow, and deliberately intense kiss filled with passion and desire
[ shoulder ] a tender kiss on the partner's shoulder
[ knuckles ] a kiss on each individual knuckle of the partner
[ slow motion ] a kiss in slow motion, accentuating every moment and sensation
[ reunion ] a longing kiss shared after being apart for a while
[ passionate ] an intense and fiery kiss, expressing raw desire and strong emotion
[ underwater ] a kiss shared while submerged in water
[ wrist ] a tender kiss on the inside of the partner's wrist
[ wake up ] a loving kiss to wake the partner up
[ apology ] a kiss offered as a way to apologize or make amends
[ hummingbird ] a series of light, rapid, and fluttery kisses on a small area
[ trail ] a trail of kisses along the partner's jawline or collarbone
[ blowing ] a kiss in the air and send of the gesture towards the partner
[ surprise ] a sudden kiss to catch the partner off guard
[ hickey ] a kiss that's supposed to leave a mark on the partner's skin
[ single lip ] a sucking or nibbling of one of the partner's lips
[ nose ] an affectionate gesture where partners rub their noses together