⤿ 𝐬𝐡𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 ★ i had this silly idea and so i hope y'all enjoy it. it's really short , but i liked it <3
MINJU first saw the pinkish building while walking out of her company, it's comfy and welcoming design got her inside the place without even meaning to. she just wanted to take a quick look inside and maybe order a piece of chocolate cake. but once she saw you, her body froze, and for a moment she couldn't speak. you were so pretty. minju only managed to speak once she heard your—oh so beautiful—voice asking what did she wanted to order. that was the first time she forgot her usual order, saying the first thing her mind came up with before timidly walk back to a seat.
WONYOUNG can be a flirty girl. it's not uncommon to have the idea of her being extra smiley around someone she may be wanting to see more than not. but it was even worse once she heard of you. there was just this... cute aura in you that made wonyoung want to get closer. when she ordered for the first time in your bakery, she couldn't keep herself from occasionally sending you a few smiles, her heart beating faster once you smiled back.
LIA heard about the bakery when one of her group members, yuna, mentioned it. the way people have been talking about the place got her curious, leading her to lia going there after a long day of practicing. she was enchanted from the moment she stepped inside, your eyes meeting hers as you greeted her with so much kindness. lia accidentally spent five minutes talking to you until someone else was behind her and she had to walk away, but as she waited for her order, she'd make sure to tell her members about this place as well.
MIYEON is a very loud and extroverted person, so when her friends begun talking about this lovely bakery with the cutest owner ever, she just knew she had to go there and see with her eyes. to say she liked it was an understatement. miyeon stayed in your bakery for about two hours, ordering small snacks so she could spend most of her time talking to you when you weren't doing anything in particular. she is so coming back here.
GEHLEE wished she had known about this bakery way sooner, especially because of you. she wasn't even caring to hide the flirtatious tone in her voice as she talked to you, asking for a pudding, something you could make that was fast, but also gave her a reason to sweet talk to you. gehlee has just found you so adorable, she couldn't help herself, she needed to see your reactions on everything she says.
WINTER was hesitant to go to your bakery at first, especially when karina herself has said things about how you're so, so sweet to everyone. but her experience there was beyond good. winter couldn't keep her eyes off of the cute baker who always flashed a smile to every person who showed up. and maybe she's giving herself false hopes, but she is very sure your smile was a little bigger than the others when it was directed at her.
KAZUHA was excited to finally see for herself what her friends were talking about. the bakery itself was amazing on it's own, however, her attention's fully on you, working so gracefully while talking to people. she doesn't know how do you manage to be so happy all the time. it's not even like a persona, you're just... friendly. and kind. kazuha had to talk to you in person and know more about this lovely bakery.
baby, it's 3:00 am. had you on my mind and it's not the first time...
— you had recently broken up and anton found himself in another anguished bout of insomnia, his clock reading 3:00 am as he caught himself rereading old messages.
... every night at late night he returns to your old messages like a wound he refuses to close...
Notes: soft but painful exes trope because i have issues <3
Anton found himself once again in his bedroom, wearing his usual sweatpants and a black shirt. He could say he was going to sleep, but his clock read 3:00 a.m., and beneath his eyes, dark circles were visible, showing it wasn’t the first, second, or even third time he had found himself in that state.
It wasn’t simple insomnia from a twenty two year old young man. It was more than that. Something that wouldn’t be solved just by sleeping.
Especially because y/n used to sleep beside him...
She would run her fingers through his soft strands, place kisses on the nose she loved so much, and always ask Anton to play a melody on his bass resting in the corner of the room.
The moon illuminated the bedroom, kissing the white sheets with its dense rays of light.
The American downed a glass of water, swallowing a sleeping pill with it — but he knew it was pointless. He only took it so he could doze off before work and before going to college.
When he finally lay down, his phone was in front of his face, glowing dimly, and his irises caught that familiar blue from the messaging app. There he was again.
Listening to old voice messages, reading unfulfilled promises, random pictures, and even more heated conversations between the two of you. A faint smile appeared on his lips, but he couldn’t smile as if you had only gone away on a round trip.
“Breaking up with me was so cruel, y/n. I hope you’re doing well. I love you…”
he whispered to himself before setting the phone aside on the charger and finally letting his eyelids close to sleep.
Or at least convince himself he had slept.
(...)
You and Anton attended the same university, but you always avoided walking the same paths as him. You stopped going to the swimming club where he sometimes trained and competed, and cut short any conversation that involved the boy’s name.
Distracted in a corner with your friend during lunch, you caught sight of your ex-boyfriend’s silhouette from afar.
Handsome as always.
He looked tired, dark circles under his eyes, and even so he walked across campus as if there weren’t a labyrinth behind him, one that always led him back to the same anguish late at night.
“Hey, y/n, are you listening to me?” your friend called for your attention. “Earth to y/n!”
You blinked frantically, as if trying to steady yourself back into reality, and looked away from the one who no longer belonged to you.
“Oh, Lia! Y-yeah. I am...”
Lia narrowed her eyes and looked in the direction you had been staring before, finding Anton now standing still, scrolling through his phone.
“You said you were over him, y/n.” The girl crossed her arms, turning back to you.
A heavy sigh left your lips.
“Look, I am over him, okay? But it’s not that simple sharing the same space as him.”
“It’s not that simple, or you don’t want it to be simple? Look at yourself, sweetheart. You care more about Lee than you admit to yourself.”
“That’s not true, Lia...” you tightened your grip on your bag strap. “He just... looks unwell. Really unwell. He didn’t have those dark circles before.”
Lia took a deep breath.
“That is being worried, y/n. You still care about him. But remember, you broke up with him without giving an explanation.”
“You... think I was harsh? I tried to make it a gentle breakup...”
“There’s no such thing as a gentle breakup! They’re all painful and confusing all the same.”
You knew Lia was right.
Your breakup with Anton was something not even outsiders understood. You were a sweet, affectionate, attentive couple, and then suddenly Anton shut himself off, even from swimming.
Everyone thought you had cheated on him or broken up because of something wrong Anton had done — but we’re talking about Anton Lee.
He would never hurt you. Not physically, psychologically, or through words. He loved you too much.
And still does.
Distracted by his phone, Anton lifted his head for a moment, trying to find a friend somewhere on campus, and his gaze landed on you talking to Lia.
At another time, he would have walked up to you with a smile, a cup of sweets in hand, greeting you with a shy kiss. But now he had to settle for this almost unnecessary distance.
But what actually happened? Well, that’s a common question.
There was no argument. No fight. No hurtful words. You didn’t break up with him because you wanted to.
The truth is...
“I didn’t know how to tell him about it, Lia. How do you think he would react? It would be three times worse!”
“y/n... Anton has every right to know you’re leaving the country.”
Yeah. Money isn’t infinite, and staying somewhere more expensive than your home country weighed heavier than it seemed.
Anton’s biggest fear about dating you had always been this.
And you knew it. That’s why you chose to break up, because you thought the pain would be easier to bear.
A lie.
You didn’t want to lie to Anton, not at all. But you also couldn’t bear to hurt his heart any more than you already had.
It was so complicated.
Later, Anton was jotting down a few things in his notebook when his earbud was carefully removed, and soon Wonbin’s voice made itself known—his best friend.
“Why are you here in the library? You said you hate the smell in here.”
Anton turned to the Korean, who was already sitting beside him, resting his face against one hand and frowning at the sight of Anton.
“Wow. You look terrible, you know that?”
“Thanks, Wonbin. That’s exactly what I needed to hear from my best friend.”
Wonbin ignored Anton’s sarcasm.
“Couldn’t sleep again?” he sighed. “Anton, this isn’t good for you.”
“And what exactly do you want me to do?” Anton shot back. “y'n won’t get back together with me, and I can’t move on because it feels like… it feels like the breakup was forced!”
“Forced? Why does it seem forced? Didn’t she say why she was breaking up with you?”
Anton took off his earphones completely and let them hang around his neck, running both hands over his face before dragging them through his hair, gradually messing it up.
“The only thing she said was that she didn’t want to hurt me and that someday I’d understand why she did that. But honestly? It feels like she’s hiding something.”
Wonbin nodded slowly, not taking his attention off his friend.
“I get it… why don’t you try talking to her? Like, I don’t know. y/n has always been easy to talk to and mayb—”
“She changes environments every time I’m around or takes another route if we’re walking down the same hallway. Do you think she’ll stop to listen to me?”
“Ah…” the Korean adjusted his posture. “In that case, I suggest you let me step into this mess between you two.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s simple. I talk to her about something random, ask for her help. I make up some excuse saying she has to meet me at the end of the day, and instead of me, it’ll be you waiting for her. It’s a good idea for you.”
Anton raised an eyebrow and looked at Wonbin with an indignant expression.
“Definitely not. Have you lost your mind, Park? She’ll freak out if that happens and think I’m an idiot who hasn’t gotten over the breakup!”
“But you are an idiot who hasn’t gotten over the breakup. Use that to your advantage, Anton Lee. Think about it.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Wonbin.”
“But I do. So? Do you want to know the truth once and for all, or would you rather spend another sleepless night drowning in your own sadness?”
...
Against Anton’s will, he was at that very moment frantically bouncing his left leg while waiting on a bench in a plaza near campus.
Yes, he had allowed Wonbin to put his plan into action, and now he had to be part of the process, overwhelmed by an anxiety that seemed to take over every vital organ in his body.
He sighed, took deep breaths, and his mind wouldn’t stop dwelling on the possibility of you getting angry. He didn’t want you to think anything wrong about him.
Even though he was happy his friend wanted to help him, he was still apprehensive.
What if he was reading everything wrong and, in the end, you really had just wanted to break up with him?
But he was sure he had seen your eyes glistening with tears the day you broke up with him. That expression you made whenever you didn’t want to leave after a date or leave his house.
He knew you well enough to notice details that perhaps even you hadn’t realized yourself.
“Where’s your signal, Park Wonbin…?” he muttered quietly to himself, unlocking his phone screen.
And in that very second, a notification from Wonbin appeared.
Message: She’s heading to you!
So the plan had worked.
Anton’s eyes widened slightly, his heart pounding hard against his chest, causing a faint ache in his ribs.
The thought of having you this close again sent a rush of euphoria through him.
Did you still wear the same perfume? The same shampoo?
What kind of look would you give him?
Lost in so many questions, he didn’t notice you approaching. But the moment that familiar fragrance reached him, Anton felt trapped in a dead end.
You were there.
“…Anton?”
Your breath hitched. Your fingers trembled around your phone, and the melody of his voice seemed to make your body come alive again from the inside, after days of drowning in your own sadness.
“Hmm… I… should’ve known this was a setup,” you said, clutching your bag. “I-I think I should—”
“Wait!”
Anton stood up in one swift motion, forcing his mind back to reality, and for the first time in seven months since the breakup, your eyes met again.
He remembered well how beautiful you could be, and for a moment, he let himself take in every little detail of your face once more.
It was like the moon kissing the sea.
And Anton couldn’t have been more certain.
Your eyes were still hiding something.
“I-I… ignore Wonbin’s stupid plan! I-I need to talk to you! And please, forgive me for this, but it was the only way I could have you close to me again.”
You listened to everything attentively, your eyes slightly widened as you looked at Anton.
“y/n, I need you to explain. I-I know you didn’t break up with me because you wanted to. I need to kno—”
His words were suddenly cut off by a sudden movement from you, rising a little onto your toes because of the height difference and pressing your lips against Anton’s.
He had no initial reaction.
It was as if all his problems had slowly begun resolving the moment his lips were pressed against yours.
Anton felt his hands tremble as he moved them to your waist, wrapping his arms around you, allowing himself to feel your warmth again, your scent, and the gentle way you touched his face and sealed your lips against his.
Seven months apart from each other’s touch.
When you pulled away, your eyes were brimming with tears, and the moment Anton noticed, he gathered enough courage to hold your face.
“y/n… you’re hiding something, aren’t you? And I know it must be hurting you even more than it hurts me.”
You took a deep breath and held the hands tracing over your face.
“I didn’t want to break up with you, Anton. I didn’t want to hurt you. And I ended up hurting you anyway. I’m sorry…”
“Baby, I believe you. I could tell from your eyes—you didn’t want to leave.”
“I never did. I love you! But…” You inhaled shakily again, your heart pounding harder. “Let’s sit down first, hm?”
Anton nodded and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before lowering his hands to hold yours, feeling how nervous you were.
He couldn’t imagine what it could be. He prayed it wasn’t something involving your health—he had even wondered if you were sick.
But the thought of you truly leaving had never crossed his mind.
Until now.
“So…” you began, sitting down on the bench. “My parents contacted me, and even though I live alone, can support myself here, have you and college… they want to move back to our hometown.”
Anton’s heart lurched in immediate shock.
“I knew you were insecure about that, and I thought breaking up with you would… make it hurt less. But after seeing how you were, I felt like the worst person in the world.”
And then Anton’s mind cleared.
All this time, you had been trying to protect him, even if in a painful way. You were still thinking about his feelings, and Anton had never felt so overwhelmed with emotion.
The idea of you leaving and abandoning him behind terrified him—because he had never once imagined it.
“Honey… you… you suffered alone all this time because you acted out of panic. I’m the one who owes you an apology…”
By then, both of your eyes burned with tears, and your hands never disconnected; the fear of never touching each other again hurt you both.
“And when are you leaving?”
“In two weeks…”
It hurt.
It hurt so much.
Still, Anton held back his tears and nodded, squeezing your hand tighter.
He gently pulled you toward him, leaning close again to press a tender kiss to your lips. That shy affection you had missed so much.
And would miss even more.
“…Can’t you stay with me? Or I could try to go with you! Just don’t leave me alone, y/n… life without you is gray and dull. Isn’t there any other way to convince them to let you stay?”
You slowly shook your head, lifting a hand to brush away the strands falling over his face.
“I tried convincing my father to let me finish college, and he was firm when he said he wouldn’t let his daughter stay alone in a country like South Korea.”
“But you’re an adult! We’re twenty-one, y/n. That doesn’t make sen—”
You silenced him with another kiss, this one lingering longer, letting yourself be carried away by the feeling of kissing the boy you had loved most in your entire life.
Maybe you would never see each other again, even if you kept in touch.
So if you were going to spend your last days breathing the same air as Anton Lee, it would be in the comfort of his arms and against his lips.
“Promise me you’ll live well, stay healthy, and find a beautiful girlfriend who’ll take care of you the way I couldn’t.”
“Baby…”
“Promise?”
Anton sighed and, after a long pause, nodded hesitantly, a single tear slipping down.
You smiled too, reaching the edge of your own tears.
“I love you, my silly boy. So handsome, so charming,” you murmured, caressing his face. “Let’s spend our last days together like it’s our first time, hm? You still haven’t taken me to buy junk food at a convenience store in the middle of the night.”
Anton let out a weak laugh through his sadness and pulled you into a tight embrace. The moon bore witness to a love that had every reason to work, but fate can be cruel when it wants to be.
Soulmates are meant to find each other, but not always meant to stay together.
“I love you, my little ray of light.”
You nestled into the boy’s warm embrace and whispered back,
“I love you even more, my silly boy.”
Maybe Anton would have to endure a few more sleepless nights.
Still, he felt a little relieved knowing he had two weeks left by your side.
No night without sleep could change the ache of swallowing the fact that he would no longer have you in his arms.
And forever Anton would remember the girl who loved his insecurities, encouraged his dreams, and hurt herself trying to protect him.
Forever, you would be his girl.
And he would do anything to find you again.
Even if it was at late night, Anton would search for you.
Your father couldn’t stop him from boarding that plane with you.
And that thought toyed with the boy’s mind as he smiled into the embrace, pulling you even closer.
Prompt: The script said one kiss, the drama showed one kiss. But the leaked behind-the-scenes footage? Hmm...
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Yeji
The Fiercely Protective, Slightly Possessive Lead
gritty action-romance drama
Yeji plays a former detective trying to leave her past behind
until you, the one person she swore to protect, get dragged into danger
the kiss is supposed to be one desperate, fleeting moment
just a brief press of lips before she pulls away, torn between duty and love
in the leaked behind-the-scenes clip tho…
Yeji doesn’t pull away
She tilts her head, deepening the kiss just slightly
her hands tightening around your waist like she’s completely lost in the moment
“CUT!”
Yeji doesn’t move immediately
her forehead was still pressed against yours, her eyes flickering down to your lips
"Are you okay?" she asks softly, voice barely above a whisper
you nod, feeling breathless
she smirks
"Good. We should practice this scene again later."
the fans LOSE IT, I mean wtf
"‘We should practice again later’ GURL WHAT"
"oh Yeji wasn’t ACTING, she was FEELING that"
"So when are WE getting protected (and kissed) by Hwang Yeji?"
in an interview, Yeji just grins, her eyes twinkling
"I take my roles very seriously."
Lia
The Soft-Spoken but Surprisingly Bold Romantic Lead
classic second-chance romance
Lia is your ex-girlfriend-turned-unexpected-roommate
the tension? absolutely unbearable
the kiss is written as a shy, hesitant peck, full of unspoken feelings
but in the leaked clip???
Lia doesn’t just kiss you
she lingers, her breath warm against your lips
and she goes in again, softer this time
“CUT!”
Lia still stays way too close, blinking at you like she’s only just realized what she did
"Oops," she whispers, laughing nervously
"Guess I… got a little carried away?"
fans instantly go FERAL
"LIA WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘OOPS’??"
"bro that second kiss wasn’t even subtle, she just WENT for it”
"SOMEONE CHECK ON Y/N, SHE HASN’T SPOKEN SINCE"
when asked about the extra kisses, Lia turns bright red and fidgets with her rings
"I-It just felt natural, you know? Like… real."
Ryujin
The Effortlessly Cool, Too-Smooth Lead
friends-to-lovers
Ryujin is the charismatic best friend who has secretly been in love with you for years
the kiss is meant to be one casual, quick peck
yknow nothing dramatic
but in the behind-the-scenes footage??
Ryujin leans in again
this time slower, more deliberate
then, after the second kiss, she smirks against your lips, tilting her head playfully
"Oh? Was that too much?" she teases, voice way too smug
“CUT!”
she doesn’t even pretend to be embarrassed
she just winks at you before casually strolling off set
the internet explodes
"RYUJIN PLS SHE KNEW EXACTLY WHAT SHE WAS DOING"
"‘was that too much?’ BABE WE SAW YOU GO IN FOR A THIRD WHAT"
"Y/N just got rizzed up in 4K HD"
when asked about the extra kisses, Ryujin shrugs
"I was just in the moment. Can't help it if it felt right."
Gurl. Bye. 😭
Chaeryeong
The Sweet, Blushy Lead Who Accidentally Exposes Herself
heartfelt, coming-of-age love story
Chaeryeong is your adorable childhood best friend who finally confesses after years of pining
the kiss is supposed to be a soft, innocent moment, filled with emotion
but in the leaked video???
Chaeryeong FORGETS to stop kissing you
after the first kiss, she nervously kisses you again, like she just can’t help it
then, realizing what she did, she hides her face in her hands, giggling uncontrollably
"Oh my God, that was… um. A lot."
"SHE PANICKED AND KISSED Y/N AGAIN HELPPPP"
"Chaeryeong, bestie… the scene was one kiss, not three"
"She’s so embarrassed but also SO IN LOVE"
during an interview on her sister’s channel, Chaeryeong squeals and covers her face
"I-I don’t know! I just kept going! It felt… natural?"
her members immediately start teasing her
Chaeryeong.exe has officially crashed
Yuna
The Shamelessly Flirty, Scene-Stealing Lead
high-energy romcom
Yuna plays the overconfident playgirl who falls hard for the one person who resists her charms — you
the kiss is scripted to be one dramatic, show-stopping moment, before she pulls back, smirking like she owns the world
but in the leaked video??
Yuna doesn’t just stop at one kiss
she peppers soft, playful kisses along your jawline, her laughter barely contained between each one
“CUT!”
Yuna winks at the camera before turning to you with a teasing smile
“Ah, Yuna-ssi…”
"What?" she says innocently. "I was improvising."
the internet goes INSANE
"YUNA MA’AM YOU WERE HAVING TOO MUCH FUN"
"She kissed Y/N like they were already dating, I can’t."
"‘I was improvising’ — NO YOU WERE ENJOYING YOURSELF"
"plsss even the director was speechless"
when asked about the extra kisses in Hyell’s Club, Yuna just giggles and flips her hair
You’re walking back to your home after work, you had decided to drop your car off at the garage after an embarrassing car mishap. Leaving you to walk to and from work. Luckily the walk wasn’t hard with the help of a short bus ride.
You’re pretty new to the city, you relocated here for work and the city was treating you alright. Coworkers and supervisors were all old and treated you like their work kid, the apartment you lived in was decent as well. The only thing missing was someone to keep you company but surely it’d come sooner or later.
As you’re walking although it’s not the best idea or the smartest you’re on your phone, and sure enough your shoulder meets someone else’s. “God, I’m sorry. I wasn’t even watching where I was going.” You haphazardly say, shoving your phone into your pocket. You notice the person you bumped into was a girl and unfortunately she wasn’t able to maintain balance after the human collision. She’s on the floor with what looks like an entire mountain of books all over the sidewalk.
You immediately start picking them up while she fixes her skirt, which reveals her plump thighs. Not that you meant to stare or even notice. “No, it’s alright. I mean I don’t know what I was thinking about carrying all these books to the point it’s over my head.” The two of you laugh, and you notice there’s a small bookshop close by. Quick thinking gives you the solution of helping out the cute girl.
“If it’s alright with you. Would it be okay if I helped take these with you? It’s the least I could do after sending you flying.” You joke picking up a large pile of the books, leaving two or three for the woman to hold. “If it’s not a bother, I would love that. I’m Lia by the way.” You nod your head and introduce yourself as well.
By the time you reach the bookstore all the two of you could say we're introductions. “You can leave the books on the table, thank you so much.” Carefully you place the books down and you take a moment to look around.
The bookstore was quite different from others you had seen. It was neat and organized for the small space it had and had zero books on the floor. Either Lia was a clean freak or just had a natural talent for organization. But other than that, this was your moment. You definitely had an attraction towards Lia and you couldn’t just leave now.
“Would it be possible that you have ‘The woman in white’ in your store?” Thinking of a good book, so you could create some form of conversation. “Oh yes! I love Wilkie Collins. It should be somewhere in the back, come with me.” You watch the way her eyes light up as she speaks, you follow along.
“‘The woman in white’ is one of my absolute favourites. Anne’s story was tragic, to be locked up and be exploited her entire life.” She speaks as she pulls out the book from the far right of the shelf. “And if you were a character in the book, who would you want to be?” You ask, you’re not sure why you did or what you expected her answer to be but you did anyway. “I think I would want to be Marian.” You’re a bit taken aback by her answer.
“Marian? I was thinking you'd say Laura. Although, Marian was the smartest character in the book. She had to constantly take care of Laura. She never fully got her own happy ending either.” You say as Lia places the book in your hands. “Well, I’d love to tell you all about that but I’m closing the shop in around… 5 minutes.” Lia checks her watch and you nod your head. You’re strangely smiling at the situation.
“Well, now I know where your store is, so I’ll definitely drop by to hear the rest.” You say, taking the book. For a moment, it’s quiet, a comfortable silence, maybe it’s something that you haven’t heard or felt in a while.
Lia nods her head, and you both part ways. Suddenly walking home doesn’t feel like too much of an inconvenience.
——
You’re working through some client files that you received from your boss. It seems like a pretty small project and it’s within the city, so you’re grateful you don’t have to travel anywhere.
All you have to do is create a proper blueprint for the building and send it over to the engineers to work out, and finalize some other things. All in all, the project doesn’t seem like so much of a hassle.
Although, you do wish you could get it done as soon as possible. You’ve been so occupied with work, you don’t even have enough time to even think about dropping by on Lia and her bookstore.
Your coworkers are even noticing you go through your work faster than usual, trying your best to finish everything before overtime. Even when you do, the bookstore isn’t open like it’s regular time.
You don’t even know why you’re in such a rush to go see her, you wonder if it’s because you told her you would or perhaps you're attracted to her. You can’t figure it out right now but you’re almost certain if you see her one more time, you’ll know.
You feel a small tap on your shoulder, waking you from your thoughts. “Hey, sorry to bother you but could you help out this new client?” One of your coworkers asks, pointing at one of the rooms down the hall. You comply thinking that refocusing on work might help you clear your head.
“Hi there, I’ll be helping you with the blueprinting.” You introduce yourself, extending your hand for a shake. To which a soft hand greets you. “Long time no see.” It’s Lia, her soft voice ringing through your ear.
You’re jolted from your relaxation and your heart beat is now racing. “Oh, yeah hey. How uh have you been?” Struggling to get the words out, as Lia takes a seat in front of you.
“Didn’t know you worked here.” She smiled, placing her hands neatly on her knees. A small smile filled her face as she looked around the board room. You sit across from her, and you drink in her appearance.
Neat, and practically perfect, far different from your loose tie and the fact you weren’t wearing your blazer jacket. You felt even more conscious of your appearance when Lia rested her eyes on you.
“Yeah, I relocated here from another office so I’m not surprised you haven’t seen me.” You awkwardly laugh out, putting the dossiers on the coffee table that was keeping a distance between you and the librarian.
“Right, so how about you take a look at the few blueprints we have ready and you can tell me which one you like or if you have any changes to make.” Thankfully, you managed to sound like a normal employee speaking to their client.
Lia picks up one of the blueprints, her eyes running over the paper, taking in the details and checking her notebook to see if it meets her expectations. For some reason, she feels a bit different from that girl you had bumped into on the way home.
Mature, sound and more charismatic all without losing any of her charm. “This looks good but I’m worried about the allotted space I have in the new building I own.” Your thoughts are interrupted with the sound of Lia’s voice.
“Right, we already have the address and we can go check it out for you. See if we can make it work.” You say, calmly pulling out your work cell and sliding it towards Lia.
“I’m actually heading there right now, why don’t you just come with me?” Lia mentions while putting in her number. For a moment, you doubt you’d be the one going with her but you’re supervisor just tells you to not forget to take measurements.
The new building was very close, only around a 5 minute walk. “So did you enjoy the book?” Lia asked, something more than just curiosity dripping off the gorgeous woman’s lips. “Oh I loved it, any Collin’s book is always a great read.” You smile at her, taking in how pretty she looked.
“Very true, you know your stuff.” Lia complimented, a hand sliding over the back of your arm. You blush at the action, hoping your enjoyment of the touch is horribly obvious. She was practically toying with you with how she joked,and led the rest of the conversation. At times like this you wish you were less of an introvert.
You mutter something back to her a few times, which always manages to earn a giggle from Lia. She found you cute, entertaining even and she was curious about you. “Oh here it is, I think this key should work for it.” Lia says, as the two of you land at the building. She picks out a key hanging from a very cute pink keychain.
“I know that keychain, pink versions are hard to get.” You mention, your eyes looking at the keychain that fills up her small hands. “Is this a hobby of yours? Getting pink keychains.” Lia teases, placing the keychain in your hand.
“No, my sister just likes them, that’s all…. Although I do think they’re cute.” You say, denying the teasing jokingly. You fidget the keychain in your hand a bit, going over the pink fur on it.
The rest of time together, the two of you are working, joking around and getting to know each other better. By the time the two of you wrap up the rain starts pouring hitting the glass windows. “Gosh, it’s coming down like cats and dogs.” You mention staring at the outside. “My car is close by so I’ll grab it and come back.”
“No, don’t worry. I’m just going to wait it out. My house is pretty far even by car.” Lia shakes her head. You reason out that it might be a good chance to maybe take things further.
“Would you like to come over to my house then? It’s not far.” Lia smiles at your words. “If you don’t mind..”
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“So the entire reason you’re here is because you poured the wrong oil into your car?” Lia says, laughing. “You know I’m slightly regretting telling you that. You can’t even blame me, I'm an office worker not a mechanic.” You try to rest your case but you can’t stop yourself from laughing either.
Lia’s phone gets a notification with a small ding. “Oh wow, I didn’t even realize how late it was. I should get going.” She says and you can tell that she’s feeling like she overstayed her welcome. “No, it’s already late so why don’t you just stay over. I told you how my sister stays over when she’s back from university so why don’t you use her room? Besides, I’m the one who invited you. Please?”
Your pleas work and before either of you know it, Lia is borrowing your shower. You’re still on the couch in some comfortable sweats with a glass of wine in your hand. You hear the shower door open, and a slight steam of hot air surrounds Lia. She’s drying her hair with a towel but you're barely noticing that. Your eyes are stuck on what she’s wearing, you were never the type of guy who enjoys a girl wearing his shirt but you’re starting to think that could change.
“Sorry, that was the smallest shirt I had.” You say, not too sure of what else could come out of your mouth. “No, it’s fine. I like it.” The room was quiet, you’re both sitting on the couch now. You pour Lia a glass of wine as well. She sits a bit closer to you to reach the glass. You’re not sure why you didn’t just pass it to her but you're thankful you didn’t. Her thighs are exposed and close to your legs.
“Are you… I don’t want you to think I’m just talking to you for this but are you single?” For a moment you thought that came out of your mouth but surprisingly Lia was the one who asked that.
“Yeah, and you are too?” You ask back, slightly smiling. She was obviously making it clear that she was into you. “Yep, I don’t think I’d be here if I wasn’t.” Her hand slides on top of yours. You respond to her touch by interlocking your fingers, your thumb rubbing over the back of her hand. You smell your body wash on her and for a moment it’s all you can think about.
You put down your wine glass, still holding her hand. You face half an inch away from hers and you lean in carefully watching to see if she’ll move away and she doesn’t. Your lips land on hers, softly pressing. You can feel her soft tongue enter your mouth. Lia raises her hand and holds it over your chest, beckoning you to lay her down.
Her head falls on the couch, laying on her back and the only source of light being the moon encourages her beauty even more so. Lia’s fingers hold the helm of your shirt and drag it up, you do the rest. Letting the piece of cloth fall to the floor with no consideration.
“Fuck, you’re everything.” You whisper gently in her ear. Lia’s breath hitches, a mix of nervousness and excitement fills her.
Your hand holds the soft skin under her thigh, for a few moments you're just caressing the softness. “Take them off for me.” Lia whispers, hiking your shirt that she’s wearing up, revealing her panties.
Your jaw clenched at the sight, you doubt you can hold yourself back after this, you slide her panties down her long legs and toss them somewhere. Your hand cups her soft pussy, letting a finger land in between her wet slit.
Your fingertip rubs over her clit inciting moans from Lia. You can feel her juices spread over to your palm when you slide a finger into her tight cunt. You add another finger, feeling her velvet walls clamp down on you.
Lia’s hands wrap around your shoulders, her fingers pressing down on your back. “You want more? Tell me.” Lia looks up at you, her lip placed between her teeth. She nods her head slowly, hoping it’s enough for you.
“No, use your words.” You tease, pressing your thumb against her clit. Lia’s back arches and her head is thrown back. “Plea- please, put in more!” She begs, her voice breaking up as her soft moans escape.
“Good girl, you know what good girls get for doing a good job? A reward.” As you promised, you add in a third finger, making sure she’s adequately stretched out.
Your fingers pump in and out of her pussy, the wet sounds fill up the room and Lia can no longer contain her moans. “You like that? Getting your pussy stretched out?” You ask, but Lia can’t even focus on you, her head almost dizzy from the pleasure.
Your finger pumps out of her cunt, your thumb rubbing over her clit, almost repeatedly. Her hips gyrate in pleasure as her arms grip your shoulders. Her chest rising and falling with sharp breaths as her eyes tightly shut as if she was trying to distract herself. Lia latches her hand around your wrist signalling you for what’s coming.
“N- no! Gonna cum, please!” She almost screams, her thighs shaking as she orgasms. Your fingers drenched with the young woman’s juices. “Get on your stomach, baby.” You say, patting Lia’s thigh, and she does what you say.
Propping herself up with her ass in the air and her head down. Her ass was nice and round, soft to the touch and perfect for you. Your hands grip the soft skin of her ass and you aim your hard cock at her entrance.
“Fuck- you’re so wet.” You exclaim, the tip entering slowly.
You can barely hold yourself back from fully entering Lia’s warm cunt. “Don't hold back, please.” She begs, almost sending your hesitancy to hurt her. You bottom out in her, letting her velvety walls wrap around you so perfectly.
Your hips thrusts rough yet slow, letting deep long strokes send chills up her spine. Lia’s back arching as she takes your hard shaft. She’s so tight around you and her soft whimpers only encourage you to continue.
Your hand grips her ass cheek softly as you pull apart the skin just to see how well her pussy was taking your girth. “Taking me so well, fuck.” You curse out seeing how her pussy lips almost sit on your pelvis when you enter her deeply. Lia can barely respond, so full of your cock that she can’t put thoughts together.
“Pleas- faster.” Lia lets out soft pleas for you to go faster, your teasing driving her crazy. Her words slur as you grant her wish. Your hips are thrusting faster than before. Her cute ass jiggling every time you enter her fully. Before you even know it, she squirts all over the couch.
“So- sorry, I’m so- uhn sorry.” Lia sobs out, burying her head into the soft fabric of the couch. “I don’t think you're sorry if you’re still moaning so loudly.” At your words her hands slap over her mouth quickly. You find it adorable how well she listens to you. Her willingness to obey your every word.
“Good girl, you’re doing such a good job. Isn’t that right princess?” She nods her head vigorously, delighted to receive high praise from you. Her pussy tightening even more around your cock as she feels every moment even more clearly. The overstimulation from just cumming makes Lia so shaky, her hips jittering with every thrust you make.
Lia, too scared to upset you, doesn’t complain and takes the overstimulating pleasure as you stuff her full. Your cock twitching within her tight gummy walls. You know you’re close.
“You want me to come inside you? Get my pretty client ready to be a mommy?” You whisper, Lia throws her head back, her eyes rolling back. “Come on, say it, baby. Tell me what you want.” Embarrassment crawls up onto Lia’s face. Swallowing her pride she turns her head sideways to try and face you. “Plea- please fill my womb up, breed me.” Her words choke out, struggling to complete her sentence.
“Good job, baby. You did so good for me.” You groan, your hips stuttering as your balls tighten before letting your hot semen spill into the gorgeous librarian.
“Are you mine from now on?” You whisper softly into her ear. “Yes, yes please.” Lia murmurs, the back of her hand pressed softly against her lips.
I rarely see any lia fics and I was wondering if you could write a gp!lia where she’s super needy, whimpering mess and begging the reader to ride her, please? 🥹
also I love your work sm!! 🫶🏼
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» » pairing: g!p lia x fem!reader
» » fic type: smut oneshot
» » what's in here: consensual sex, desperation, riding, creampie and profanities
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You watched her squirm in bed, she urgently pulled you closer into her as you straddled her laps. Lia's lips deeply kissed yours as she firmly pressed her fingers against the skin of your waist. Bare, only skin to skin in her bed. Heavy breaths mingling. Lia's cock rubbed against the lips of your pussy—eliciting a sigh from your lips, the precum was leaking and mixed with your wetness.
“Please,” Lia begged.
She's always been needy, but tonight it's overwhelming and her breaths come in short, desperate pants and her eyes plead with you.
“I need you so bad. Ride me... fuck, just sit on my cock. I can't take it anymore.” Her fingers dug into your thigh, trembling and she lets out a soft, broken sob when you tease her by brushing your fingers along her length.
Sinking down onto her, you take her inch by inch, her cock stretching you perfectly. Lia's head fell back, a guttural moan escaping as her hands grip your hips. “Fuck, you're so tight... move, please, ride me hard.” She's a mess already, tears pricking her eyes from the intensity, her body shaking beneath you.
You start rolling your hips, lifting and dropping steadily. Each thrust made her cry out, her whimpers mixing with begs. 'Harder... don't stop, I need it.”
Her nails bit into your skin as she thrusted up to meet you, desperate to bury herself deeper.
The pace built, your bodies slapping together, her cock pulsing inside you. Lia's a whimpering wreck, babbling nonsense between moans.
“I'm close— Fuck, please, let me cum inside you.” You grind down harder and she is shattered, her release flooding you hot and thick, sobbing your name, clinging to you like she'll break without it.
You and Lia had been friends since high school, back when neither of you had any idea what life would have in store. She had been the new girl, fresh from Canada, with a soft-spoken voice and an air of quiet confidence that intrigued everyone, including you. You’d been assigned seats next to each other in English class, and what started as casual small talk soon grew into a friendship you hadn’t expected.
Lia, or Jisu as she’d been known then, had dreams even back then that set her apart. While most of your classmates were focused on cramming for college entrance exams or deciding what clubs to join, Lia was already chasing something bigger: a career in music. She was always humming under her breath, jotting lyrics in the margins of her notebook, and rushing off to auditions after school.
When she finally became a trainee, it wasn’t a surprise, but it did mark the start of a more distant phase in your friendship. She spent most of her time at the company, training long hours, while you finished school and moved on to university.
Despite the distance, you kept in touch—texts here and there, occasional coffee meetups when she had a rare free day. When she debuted with ITZY, you were one of the first to congratulate her, your heart swelling with pride as you watched her music videos and performances from your tiny apartment.
Even as her life grew more hectic, Lia never let go of your connection. Whenever her schedule allowed, she’d call you up, sometimes late at night, her voice exhausted but warm as she asked about your day, complaining about the pressures of idol life in the same breath. She was still Jisu to you, your old high school friend, even as the world knew her as Lia.
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It was one of those late-night meetups—a rainy evening in her cozy Seoul apartment—that changed the dynamic between you. Her space smelled of vanilla candles and faintly of jasmine tea, her usual go-to after a long day. You sat awkwardly on her beige couch, holding a mug that was almost too hot, watching her as she lounged on the floor, cross-legged in an oversized sweater and shorts.
“You’re always so tense,” Lia said suddenly, her voice cutting through the soft patter of rain against the windows. Her damp hair fell in natural waves around her face, framing her features in a way that was almost disarming. This was not the poised, camera-ready idol the world saw. This was the Lia you knew—barefoot, casual, real.
You chuckled nervously, unsure where she was going with this. “Work’s been crazy, I guess.”
“That’s always your excuse,” she teased, setting down her mug with a soft clink. “But honestly, you’ve been like this since high school. Always wound up. Always overthinking.”
“Well, sorry for being consistent,” you shot back, a smile tugging at your lips.
She smiled too, but there was something different in her expression—something calculated yet sincere. “You know, we could help each other out.”
Your brow furrowed. “Help each other out… how?”
Lia tilted her head, studying you with an intensity that made your pulse quicken. “I don’t want anything complicated,” she began, her tone careful but confident. “No drama, no commitments. Just… something easy. For both of us.”
The words felt surreal, hanging in the air between you. “Wait, are you saying…?”
“I’m saying,” she interrupted, her voice softer now, “that we’re both stressed. Both stuck in our own routines. And you’re… safe.”
“Safe?” you echoed, unsure whether to feel flattered or insulted.
Lia rolled her eyes, laughing. “You know what I mean. I trust you. You’re not going to do anything stupid like fall in love with me. And let’s be honest—you’ve never been great with relationships.”
“Wow, thanks,” you muttered, though you couldn’t deny the accuracy of her words. Dating had never come easily to you, and Lia knew it better than anyone.
“I’m just saying it makes sense,” she said, her smile softening into something almost reassuring. “We’ve known each other forever. We trust each other. And I need… an escape, you know? A way to blow off steam without it becoming a mess.”
You hesitated, turning the idea over in your head. “I don’t know, Lia. Stuff like this—doesn’t it get messy?”
“Not if we’re honest with each other,” she said simply. “We set boundaries. We stick to them. And if it doesn’t work, we stop. No harm, no foul.”
Her words were logical, almost too logical, and the idea of being close to someone you trusted—someone who understood you without the usual complications—was more tempting than you wanted to admit.
“I… guess,” you said finally, your voice tinged with hesitation. “If you’re sure about this.”
Lia’s smile widened, a spark of relief and something else—satisfaction?—in her eyes. “I’m sure.”
And just like that, the boundaries of your friendship shifted. You told yourself it was perfect—a way to connect without risking anything deeper.
The first few times were… great. Better than great. There was an ease to it that neither of you had anticipated, a natural rhythm that made it feel less like a new arrangement and more like something that had always been there, waiting to be discovered. The way your bodies fit together was effortless, as though they’d been designed for this connection, every touch and movement aligning perfectly. It wasn’t just about the physical pleasure—though that was undeniable—it was the comfort of being close to someone who understood you in a way no one else did.
Lia had a way of melting into your arms, her laughter and sighs carrying a vulnerability that made the moments feel intimate even in their simplicity. You liked similar things, and exploring that together felt easy, seamless. The way her breath hitched against your skin, the way she responded to every touch with a soft moan or a shiver, made it feel less like an arrangement and more like a quiet escape for both of you.
When she reached for you in the stillness of her room, there was no hesitation, no awkwardness—just a mutual understanding that you could let go with each other.
It was everything she had promised: no drama, no complications. It was a release, a way to step outside the stress of your individual lives and find solace in each other. You told yourself that this was enough, that it didn’t need to mean anything more. And for a while, it didn’t.
But then, one night, everything shifted.
The atmosphere in Lia’s room felt thick with the unspoken, a cocoon of warmth and intimacy as the world outside faded away. The soft scent of jasmine and the lingering notes of her perfume were a quiet contrast to the faint tension in her voice as she spoke.
“It’s been… such a day,” she said with a sigh, leaning back against the headboard, her oversized sweater slipping from one shoulder. Her fingers idly played with the hem, a distraction as she tried to put her thoughts into words. “I feel like everyone wanted a piece of me today. The schedules, the cameras, the smiles—they don’t stop.”
You nodded, sitting close enough to her that the faintest brush of her knee against yours sent sparks up your spine. “You don’t have to explain. I can see it,” you said softly, meeting her eyes. “You’re always carrying so much.”
Her lips twitched into a small, tired smile. “Sometimes, I wish I could just turn it all off. Just… for a little while.”
“You can, here,” you offered, your voice steady despite the way your heart was racing. “You don’t have to be anything but you.”
Her eyes softened, and she reached out to touch your arm, her fingers grazing your skin. “That’s why I asked you to come tonight,” she admitted, her voice quieter now, almost fragile. “I need this. I need you.”
The weight of her words hit you with a force you weren’t entirely prepared for, but you nodded, leaning in slightly. “I’m here,” you said simply, your hand finding hers and squeezing gently.
The next moments unfolded slowly, deliberately, as if neither of you wanted to rush. Her sweater slipped further, pooling around her elbows as she lifted it over her head and let it fall to the floor. Her body, bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, was breathtaking. She looked up at you, her eyes steady but vulnerable, as if daring you to say something, to break the spell.
“You’re beautiful,” you murmured, the words escaping before you could stop them.
A soft laugh escaped her, and she reached up to brush your cheek. “You’re such a sap,” she teased, though her voice was warm, her expression soft. “But I like it.”
You leaned in to kiss her, your lips meeting in a slow, deliberate connection. It started tenderly, a gentle brush of warmth, but quickly deepened, your hands finding her waist, her hips, exploring the curve of her body. She gasped softly against your lips, her hands sliding under your shirt to tug it off, the cool air of the room making your skin prickle as she traced patterns along your chest.
Guiding her back against the bed, you hovered over her, her hair spilling across the pillow in soft waves like a dark halo. The soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminated her features, her flushed cheeks and slightly parted lips evidence of the moment’s growing intensity. Her hands found your shoulders, her touch steady but eager as her breath quickened. The feel of her bare skin against yours, the warmth of her body beneath you, sent a rush of heat through you.
Before moving further, you paused, reaching for the small foil packet on the bedside table. Lia watched you, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths, her gaze steady yet filled with trust. You slipped the condom on quickly, her hand brushing lightly against your arm in a silent gesture of reassurance.
As you align yourself with her, you paused again, your gaze locking onto hers. “Are you ready?” you asked softly, the weight of your question hanging in the quiet space between you.
Her lips curled into a faint smile, and her legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. “Absolutely, I need this,” she whispered, her voice barely audible but filled with unmistakable longing. “I need you.”
The moment of joining was slow, deliberate, her body tensing slightly as you pressed into her. A quiet gasp escaped her lips, her fingers tightening on your shoulders, her nails faintly digging in as she adjusted to the closeness. You paused, giving her time, your heart pounding in sync with hers. Her breaths quickened, each rise and fall of her chest matching the rhythm you were beginning to create. The heat of her skin against yours was all-consuming, grounding and electrifying all at once.
You began to move, slow and measured, each motion deliberate. Her soft moans and quiet gasps filled the air, small sounds that spurred you on, each one sending shivers down your spine. Her hands roamed your back, nails occasionally dragging across your skin, her hips lifting instinctively to meet yours. The connection between you was unspoken but undeniable, a rhythm building that felt less like something physical and more like a quiet surrender.
Her lips parted as she whispered your name, her voice soft and trembling, a plea that made your chest ache. The way she looked up at you took your breath away. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes fluttering open and shut, and the vulnerability in her gaze made you falter for a moment. You’d always thought Lia was beautiful, but here, now, she was something more—raw, open, and completely unguarded. Every quiet sound she made, every brush of her hands against you, seemed to weave a thread between you that went far beyond the act itself.
Your pace deepened, becoming more deliberate as you leaned down to capture her lips. Her response was immediate, her mouth opening to you as her hands slid into your hair, pulling you closer. The heat between you grew, a symphony of gasps, moans, and murmured words filling the space. Her legs tightened around your waist, her body pressing into yours as if to pull you even closer.
You pulled back slightly, your lips trailing down her jawline to her neck, brushing over the delicate curve of her throat. Her skin was warm and flushed beneath your touch, and you felt her shiver as your mouth moved lower, pressing kisses behind her ear. The spot you’d discovered during your time together—the one that always drove her wild. Her reaction was immediate, a soft gasp escaping her lips as her body arched into you.
Her hands clung to your shoulders as your lips continued their path, down her collarbone and toward the swell of her chest. You paused for a moment, letting your tongue flick gently over the sensitive skin there, before capturing one of her nipples between your lips. Lia let out a low, trembling moan, her nails digging into your back as you lavished attention on her. You alternated between gentle kisses and firmer, more deliberate nips, her body responding to each one with a sharp intake of breath or a soft cry.
Your free hand roamed over her body, sliding along the curve of her waist and the dip of her hips. You teased her other breast with your fingertips, rolling and brushing against her skin in time with the rhythm of your lips. Her body writhed beneath you, her hips lifting instinctively as if to draw you closer, the heat between you growing with every touch.
From her chest, your lips traveled downward, leaving a trail of warmth across her stomach. Lia’s breathing grew heavier, her hands tangling in your hair as you moved lower, savoring the way her body reacted to every press of your lips, every flick of your tongue. Her quiet whimpers and soft moans filled the room, a soundtrack to the intimacy building between you.
You moved back up, your mouth returning to the curve of her neck, brushing kisses along her jawline before finding her lips again. The kiss was deep and consuming, her hands pulling you closer as though she couldn’t get enough of you. Her legs tightened around your waist once more, her body pressing into yours as the rhythm between you grew more urgent, more deliberate.
Her reactions—each shiver, each soft cry, each whispered plea—fueled you, blurring the line between physical connection and something deeper. You knew every spot that made her tremble, every touch that left her gasping, and you used them all, the intimacy between you growing with each passing moment. It wasn’t just her body you craved—it was her trust, her surrender, the way she opened herself to you completely, leaving you breathless and wanting more.
Her voice broke through your focus, her breathless words trembling as she gasped, “You feel so good… Don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” you murmured, your voice hoarse and strained, barely able to contain the emotions coursing through you. Her flushed cheeks, the vulnerability in her gaze, the way her body clung to yours—it all struck you in a way you hadn’t prepared for.
The tension between you built steadily, every motion pulling you both closer to a precipice. Her moans grew louder, breaking into desperate cries as her body moved in sync with yours. Her hips met you with an urgency that matched your own, and her hands tightened their grip on your shoulders, her nails dragging against your skin.
“I’m so close,” she whimpered, her voice trembling and raw in a way that sent shivers through you. Her head tilted back, her body arching beautifully beneath you as she clung to you like you were her lifeline. “I—oh my god, I’m cumming… I love it, don’t stop, please.”
The words hit you harder than you expected, the raw need in her voice breaking through every wall you’d built around your feelings. Her climax overtook her in a wave, her body trembling violently as she cried out, her voice unguarded and desperate. The sight of her face, twisted in pure ecstasy, sent a jolt through you. Her name fell from her lips like a prayer, her body shuddering as she reached the peak, clutching at you with a force that left no doubt of the depth of her release.
And then, it hit you—seeing her like this, so open, so completely undone, you realized something you couldn’t ignore. You wanted to be the only one to give her this feeling. The thought struck like lightning, leaving you trembling even as your own release loomed. It wasn’t just about the act—it was about her, about how much you wanted to hold onto this moment, this connection, this vulnerability that was uniquely hers.
Your climax followed, surging through you in powerful, unrelenting waves as you buried your face in her neck. A guttural groan escaped you, your body trembling with the intensity of it. The warmth of your release pooled into the condom, each pulse carrying with it the weight of everything you’d been holding back. The sensations were overwhelming, magnified by the realization that this wasn’t casual for you anymore. Maybe it never had been.
Even as the waves subsided, you stayed close, holding her tightly against you. Her fingers traced lazy, soothing patterns along your back, her touch grounding you as your heart pounded against hers. Her breaths were soft, mingling with your own in the quiet aftermath. The intimacy of the moment was almost too much, yet you didn’t want it to end.
Finally, you pulled back slightly, your heart still racing as you pressed a kiss to her damp forehead. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips curved into a faint, tired smile, her eyes fluttering open to meet yours. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence between you filled with unspoken emotions that neither of you seemed ready to name.
You leaned back carefully, slipping out of her with a quiet groan as her body shuddered at the loss of closeness. Reaching down, you removed the condom, tying it off as you moved to the side of the bed. Lia’s gaze followed you, her cheeks still rosy from the exertion, and when her eyes landed on what you held, her lips quirked into a teasing smile.
“Wow,” she said, her voice still breathy but laced with playful amusement. “You’ve been… pent up, huh?”
You couldn’t help but chuckle softly, the tension between you easing slightly at her tone. “Yeah, maybe a little,” you admitted, your voice still low and rough from the intensity of the moment.
She laughed, a soft, light sound that made your chest tighten again, her fingers brushing over your arm as if to reassure you. “I’ll take it as a compliment,” she said, her smile widening slightly as she leaned back against the pillow, her gaze softening.
In that moment, as you looked at her—flushed, vulnerable, yet teasing—you couldn’t ignore the shift that had happened. Whatever boundaries had existed between you before were gone, and the weight of that realization lingered, pressing gently against your heart.
You stood, disposing of the condom in the bathroom, your mind still reeling from everything that had just unfolded. The intensity of the moment lingered, but it wasn’t just the physical closeness that consumed you—it was the emotions swelling in your chest, threatening to spill over. You tried to push the thoughts aside as you cleaned up, focusing on the simple motions as a way to steady yourself.
When you returned to the bed, Lia was already nestled under the blankets, her cheeks still faintly flushed, her hair spilling over the pillow in soft waves. She looked up at you, her eyes warm and inviting, and without a word, she lifted the blanket in a silent invitation. It was a gesture you’d grown accustomed to—a familiar rhythm that had followed these nights together. But this time, something about it felt heavier, weighted with an unspoken shift between you.
You climbed into bed beside her, the mattress dipping slightly under your weight. She moved closer almost instinctively, her body curling into yours, her head resting against your chest as her arm draped across your stomach. The warmth of her, the way she fit so perfectly against you, was both comforting and terrifying.
Her breathing began to slow, her body relaxing as if this was the most natural thing in the world. And it was—for her. For you, though, the usual ease wasn’t there. You lay stiffly, staring up at the ceiling as a moment of dread washed over you.
You’ve broken the rules.
It hit you with the weight of a confession you’d been avoiding for weeks, maybe months. You’d convinced yourself this was fine, that you could keep things casual, that it was just a way to connect without getting too close. But tonight had shattered that illusion. You weren’t just drawn to Lia—you’d fallen for her.
Your chest tightened as the realization settled in. The way she laughed, the way she trusted you enough to let her guard down, the way she made you feel seen in a way no one else ever had—it wasn’t just something you could brush aside anymore. It was real, and it was terrifying.
You glanced down at her, your heart aching as you took in the soft curve of her lips, the peaceful expression on her face. She looked so at ease, so content, and you couldn’t bring yourself to disturb that. But the weight of your feelings pressed heavily against your chest, threatening to suffocate you.
Lia shifted slightly, her arm tightening around you as if sensing your tension. “You’re quiet,” she murmured, her voice drowsy but laced with curiosity. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” you lied, your voice barely above a whisper as you forced yourself to relax beneath her touch. “I’m fine.”
But you weren’t fine. Because as much as you wanted to stay in this moment—her warmth, her closeness—you knew that everything had changed. You’d crossed a line you couldn’t uncross, and now you weren’t sure what to do.
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The weeks that followed were an emotional minefield. Every stolen glance, every shared laugh, every moment Lia curled up beside you after an intense night—all of it dug deeper into the growing pit in your chest. It wasn’t just about intimacy anymore; it was everything. The way she smiled at you, her guard let down for just a moment. The way she playfully mocked your quirks, grounding you with the ease of someone who knew you better than anyone. You craved her in ways that went beyond physical. You wanted all of her—her bad days, her hopes, her fears, and everything in between.
But you couldn’t say it.
The rules had always been clear: no emotions, no strings, no complications. Lia had built walls around herself, walls you understood were necessary given her chaotic life. Your arrangement was her sanctuary, an escape from the pressures of her career, her fame, and the unrelenting expectations placed on her shoulders. You told yourself that being her safe space was enough. It had to be.
That night had started like many others, but it carried a weight you couldn’t ignore. As the moment reached its peak, Lia shifted downward, her lips trailing across your skin with a deliberate slowness that sent shivers coursing through you. When her mouth finally enveloped you, a deep groan escaped your lips, your hand instinctively tangling in her hair.
Her movements were teasing but purposeful, each flick of her tongue measured to drive you closer to the edge. Her eyes flicked up to meet yours, glinting with mischief yet laced with something softer, something deeper. “You’ve been so stiff lately,” she murmured, her breath warm against you before continuing, her voice low and sultry as her tongue worked with maddening precision.
The intimacy overwhelmed you, her familiarity with your body leaving you utterly undone. She knew exactly how to unravel you, to find the places that made you tremble, the rhythm that pushed you to your breaking point. When your release finally overtook you, it was overwhelming, waves of pleasure crashing through you with an intensity that left you trembling. Your fingers tightened briefly in her hair as a hoarse gasp escaped you, the heat of the moment leaving you breathless.
Lia pulled back gently, her lips curling into a satisfied smile as she wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. She moved back up to lie beside you, her body fitting against yours with an ease that should have felt comforting. But this time, it didn’t. This time, it felt different.
She settled against you, her head resting on your chest, her breathing steady and calm. Her hair tickled your skin, her warmth both soothing and torturous as a quiet dread began to build in your chest. It wasn’t just physical anymore—this was heavier, filled with emotions you couldn’t keep bottled up.
Before you could stop yourself, the words rose in your throat. “Jisu,” you began softly, her name catching in your throat.
She hummed in response, her eyes still closed, a faint smile playing on her lips. “Hmm?”
“Do you ever think…” You hesitated, the words feeling too heavy, too dangerous. But they pushed forward anyway, your voice barely above a whisper. “Do you ever think this could be something more?”
Her eyes opened slowly, the smile fading as her expression shifted into something unreadable. She propped herself up on one elbow, her hair falling in soft waves around her face, the sheets slipping slightly off her shoulder. Her gaze met yours, searching and cautious, and the seconds stretched into an eternity.
“Why are you asking?” she asked softly, her tone carrying a mix of curiosity and caution.
Your heart raced, panic rising in your chest as you scrambled for a response. “I was just thinking,” you lied, the words tumbling out too quickly. “It’s nothing. I don’t know, just… a thought.”
Her expression didn’t change, her gaze lingering on yours for a moment longer before she sat up fully. Wrapping the blanket around herself like a shield, her voice was calm but resolute as she said, “Hmm, no, I don’t think so. The reason this works is because it’s casual. If we start complicating things, it’ll ruin everything.”
Her words hit like a punch to the gut, sharp and cutting in their finality. You nodded slowly, forcing a smile you didn’t feel. “Oh… yeah… You’re right. Forget I said anything.”
She smiled faintly, but it didn’t reach her eyes. She lay back down, resting her head on your chest again as if nothing had happened. Her breathing evened out, her warmth against you a cruel comfort. But for you, everything had changed.
The words you’d been holding back, the feelings you’d buried, wouldn’t stay quiet anymore. They clawed at you, louder with every passing day, until the very thought of continuing like this felt unbearable. You had broken the rules, and the weight of that truth suffocated you in ways you hadn’t thought possible.
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Over time you tried convinced yourself to accept her boundaries, telling yourself that being with Lia on her terms was better than not having her at all. But that fragile resolve cracked wide open the day you saw the article.
It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, the kind of day meant for doing nothing. Sunlight spilled through your apartment windows, painting the floor in golden streaks as you scrolled absently through your phone. Outside, the faint hum of the city mixed with the rhythmic ticking of the clock, a peaceful backdrop to your aimless thoughts.
Then your phone buzzed, pulling you from the haze of routine. Without thinking, you tapped the notification.
The headline hit like a physical blow: "ITZY’s Lia Spotted on a Romantic Date with beloved Idol."
Your stomach tightened instantly, a sharp ache blooming in your chest as you scrolled through the accompanying photos. Each swipe felt like tearing open a wound. There she was, walking arm-in-arm with another idol. The soft rustling of the park’s trees in the background, the dappled sunlight falling on their faces—it all looked so serene, so effortless. Their casual clothes hinted at an attempt to keep things discreet, but the atmosphere around them screamed intimacy.
And then one photo stopped you cold.
Her head tilted slightly, her hair catching the sunlight like a halo. Her eyes—soft and filled with a warmth that felt painfully familiar—were fixed on him. She was smiling, bright and genuine, the corners of her lips curving in a way that was devastatingly effortless. That smile was reserved for someone special. Someone who wasn’t you.
Your chest ached, a dull yet unrelenting pain spreading through you as you stared at the screen. The world around you seemed to fade, the sunlight that had once felt comforting now harsh and uninviting. The faint hum of the city became muffled, replaced by the deafening rush of your own thoughts.
Has she ever looked at you like that? Has she ever smiled at you in that way, with that kind of quiet adoration? A part of you knew the answer, even if you didn’t want to admit it. The answer cut deeper than anything she’d ever said or done.
The seconds stretched into minutes as you stared at the image, the knot in your stomach tightening with each passing moment. You could almost hear her laugh in your head, see the way she looked at you during your private moments together. But it wasn’t the same. It had never been the same.
The sharp buzz of another notification snapped you out of your spiraling thoughts. Lia’s name flashed across the screen, her message simple: “Are you free?”
The words sat at the top of your screen, directly above the article. The juxtaposition was cruel, a perfect encapsulation of everything that had been tearing you apart. Your thumb hovered over the notification, your mind swirling with a chaotic mix of emotions—anger, hurt, jealousy, longing. Every rational part of you screamed not to reply. To protect yourself. To draw a line before it was too late.
But as always, your heart betrayed you.
The faint sound of your breathing filled the room, shallow and uneven as you tapped her message. You opened the chat, your fingers trembling slightly as you typed the only thing you knew how to say to her.
"Yeah, I’ll be there."
The moment you hit send, the weight in your chest seemed to shift, but it didn’t lift. Instead, it settled deeper, anchoring itself to the realization you were too afraid to face: no matter how much it hurt, you couldn’t walk away. Not from her. Not yet.
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Lia greeted you at her apartment door with the same casual ease as always, dressed in a loose sweatshirt that hung just off one shoulder and shorts that left little to the imagination. Her hair was tied back loosely, and the faint scent of her lavender body lotion hung in the air as she stepped aside to let you in. She smiled, warm and familiar, but to you, it felt like a knife twisting in your chest.
“Hey,” she said softly, leaning casually against the doorframe. Her tone carried a cheerfulness that felt almost jarring compared to the turmoil swirling inside you. “Rough day?”
You swallowed hard, your thoughts tangled with the image of the article’s photos. The memory of her walking arm-in-arm with someone else clung to you like a shadow, an ache that wouldn’t loosen its grip. “Yeah,” you said finally, your voice flat. “Something like that.”
Her brows knitted slightly, a flicker of concern crossing her face before she masked it with another smile, softer this time. “Come in,” she said gently, stepping aside. “Let me fix you some tea or something.”
You followed her inside, the familiar warmth of her cozy apartment stirring something deep and painful within you. The dim lighting, the scent of jasmine mingling with lavender, the soft hum of a playlist you knew by heart—it should have felt comforting, but tonight it only made the ache worse. To her, everything seemed normal, unchanged. But to you, every gesture, every laugh, felt magnified, a sharp contrast to the images still burned into your mind.
She led you to the couch, her steps light and unbothered, her usual ease a stark reminder of how differently you were experiencing this moment. She sat close to you, her knee brushing against yours as she turned to face you fully. “You seem tense,” she said softly, her voice lowering into something soothing. Her hand rested lightly on yours, her touch simple yet disarming, as if she could sense the weight pressing down on you. “Let me help.”
You hesitated, the memory of her smile in those photos flashing through your mind. The warmth she had shown to someone else, the intimacy of it, felt like a stark contrast to the Lia sitting here with you now. Part of you wanted to pull back, to say something, to ask her what that meant, but the words wouldn’t come. Her touch, her presence—it was too much to resist, and before you could think better of it, her lips were on yours.
The kiss was familiar, practiced, but this time, it felt different. Your movements were slower, less certain. A part of you wanted to push her away, to demand answers, but the other part—the part of you that craved her touch, her presence—won. You kissed her back, the frustration and longing coiling tightly in your chest, fueling your every move.
Her hands slid beneath your shirt, tugging at it with the ease of someone who knew you too well. Your resolve crumbled under her touch, the confrontation slipping further from your mind. It could wait, you told yourself. For now, you let the emotions swirling within you—frustration, jealousy, and something darker—take over.
By the time you reached the bedroom, something inside you had shifted. The weight of your suppressed emotions guided your actions, a storm of unspoken feelings driving every touch, every motion. You turned her toward the bed, your hand firm on her shoulder as you eased her down to her knees.
Without a word, you unbuttoned your pants, the sound of the zipper cutting through the quiet room like a spark igniting the air. Lia’s eyes followed the motion, her gaze flicking downward before snapping back up to meet yours. Her lips parted slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing her features before melting into something softer, almost eager. When you pressed yourself to her lips, her hesitation was brief. Her hands found their place on your thighs, steadying herself as she took you in.
The shift in her was immediate. This wasn’t like before—this wasn’t the usual playful or restrained dynamic between you. You gripped her hair firmly, the silky strands slipping through your fingers as you guided her movements. Lia’s soft, muffled moan against you sent a shiver down your spine, the vibration electrifying. The control you felt, the way she surrendered so willingly, was intoxicating, and you couldn’t help but give in to the moment fully.
Your hips began to move, your thrusts deliberate but rough, each one pushing deeper as you set the rhythm. Lia’s hands tightened their grip on your thighs, her fingers curling slightly as her body swayed to match your motions. Her cheeks flushed a deep pink, and her breathing grew heavier between moments when you gave her just enough time to adjust. She looked up at you, her wide, watery eyes filled with surprise and a growing hunger. This wasn’t what she’d expected, but the way her body responded told you everything—this was what she wanted, what she craved.
Her moans grew louder, though muffled, as her lips and tongue worked in perfect sync with your movements. Her usual confidence had melted away, leaving behind a raw vulnerability that only fueled you further. This side of you—assertive, unrelenting—was something she hadn’t expected, and the way she gave herself over to it was driving you wild.
You tightened your grip on her hair, guiding her more firmly as her hands clutched at your thighs for balance. Her breathing was heavy, her moans blending with the wet, rhythmic sounds that filled the room. Tears began to streak her cheeks as her throat constricted around you, her body tensing slightly as she fought to keep up. Still, her eyes never left yours, wide and watery but filled with trust and unmistakable arousal.
Her muffled cries grew needier as your rhythm intensified, her nails digging into your thighs as her body trembled. The tension coiled tighter and tighter in your core, every sound she made pushing you closer to the edge. When her moan vibrated against you again, it sent you spiraling, your hips moving faster, rougher, with a desperation you couldn’t suppress.
You felt yourself reaching the breaking point, your control slipping entirely. Lia’s breathing hitched, her hands shifting to grip you tighter as you thrust one last time. Your release hit like a flood, overwhelming and unstoppable. A guttural groan tore from your throat as you came, the heat surging through you in waves. Lia’s body instinctively tensed beneath you. Her throat worked desperately, swallowing each hot pulse as it filled her mouth. Her gag reflex kicked in more than once, her soft, choked sounds blending with the wet, rhythmic movements that echoed in the room. Despite her efforts, some of it spilled from the corners of her lips, trickling down her chin in thin, glistening streams. Her hands gripped your thighs tighter, her nails pressing into your skin as she did her best to keep up, her flushed cheeks stained with tears and exertion.
Her breathing was uneven, her body trembling with the effort to take everything you gave her. When you finally pulled back, a string of fluid connected you briefly before breaking, her tongue darting out to clean her lips as she gasped for air. Lia’s eyes lifted to meet yours, glassy and dazed, her expression a mix of exhaustion, surprise, and something playful.
She wiped at her chin with the back of her hand, her lips curving into a faint, teasing smile. “Fuck that was hot,” she murmured hoarsely, her voice laced with mischief despite her breathlessness. “What's gotten into you?”
You didn’t respond, the fire in your chest still burning too hot for words. Instead, you leaned down slightly and tapped your member against her cheek a couple of times, the wet sound punctuating the charged silence. Lia blinked up at you, her flushed face lighting up with surprise, a soft gasp escaping her lips.
Without a word, you reached down, your hands finding hers as you pulled her to her feet in one smooth motion. She let out a soft, surprised laugh, stumbling slightly against your chest. Her body was still trembling, her knees unsteady from the intensity of what had just happened. She clung to you for balance, her breath brushing against your neck as she steadied herself.
Before she could add anything else, your hands moved to her sweatshirt, gripping the fabric at the hem. Her laughter faded into a small, knowing smile as she raised her arms without hesitation, letting you strip it off her in one smooth motion. The air between you felt charged, electric, as the garment fell to the floor.
Her shorts followed quickly, her own fingers fumbling with the waistband as though eager to match your urgency. The two of you moved in tandem, discarding every barrier until she stood before you, bare and breathtaking in the dim light. The soft glow illuminated every curve, every flushed detail of her skin, making her look impossibly beautiful.
You climbed onto the bed, hovering over Lia as she lay beneath you, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her body still trembling from the intensity of earlier. Without a word, you captured her lips in a bruising kiss, pouring all the frustration, anger, and sadness you’d been bottling up into the connection. Her soft moan was muffled against your mouth as she melted into you, her hands reaching up to grip your shoulders.
You didn’t stop there. Your lips trailed away from hers, moving down the curve of her jaw to her neck, where you nipped at her skin with sharp, deliberate bites. Lia gasped and squirmed beneath you, her body reacting instinctively to each sting of your teeth, her fingers clutching at you for balance. The sound of her soft whimpers drove you on, each one fueling the storm raging inside you.
Your hands gripped her thighs, holding her steady as you moved lower, leaving a trail of heated kisses down to her collarbone. You didn’t hesitate to bite there too, hard enough to make her arch her back, her body pressing closer to you as though craving the sting. Her breaths grew quicker, her chest heaving as she writhed beneath your relentless attention.
Her squirming only pushed you further, your need to control, to channel the storm within you, manifesting in the way you held her down. One hand moved to her neck, wrapping around her throat in a firm, deliberate grip. Lia’s reaction was immediate—her body froze for a second, her breath catching, before her eyes fluttered open, locking onto yours. There was no fear in her gaze, only surprise and raw, unfiltered desire.
You didn’t pause, letting your other hand slide down her body, brushing over her stomach before reaching her folds. The heat and slickness there were undeniable, and it made you tighten your grip on her neck as your fingers teased her entrance. Lia gasped, her body jerking at the touch, her hands clutching at the sheets for balance as her hips instinctively pressed toward you.
You didn’t slow down, slipping two fingers inside her in one swift, deliberate motion. Her reaction was instant—a choked moan escaping her lips as her body arched against your hand, her thighs trembling uncontrollably. You tightened your grip on her neck, holding her firmly in place as you set a rough, relentless rhythm, each thrust of your fingers matching the intensity of your emotions.
Her breaths came in short, desperate gasps, her body completely at your mercy. You didn’t let up, your fingers curling inside her, hitting all the right spots as her moans grew louder. The way she reacted—the way her body writhed and her voice broke with every movement—pushed you further into the haze of emotion driving your every move.
Lia’s hands gripped the sheets tightly, her knuckles white as she clawed at the fabric, her head tilting back as her lips parted in a silent plea. Her hips began to shift, trying instinctively to pull away from the overwhelming sensations, but you didn’t give her the chance. Each time her body tried to escape, you followed her movement with ruthless precision, maintaining the relentless pace that left her gasping and trembling beneath you.
“Please,” she choked out, her voice cracking as her hips jerked sharply against your hand, torn between chasing the pleasure and trying to find relief from the intensity. Her thighs quivered as the wet, obscene sounds from her folds filled the room, mixing with her soft, desperate whimpers.
Your fingers thrust with relentless precision, plunging deeply while curling just enough to make Lia cry out with every motion. Her gasps turned into desperate, broken cries, the sound spilling from her lips in sharp, uneven bursts. The way her body tightened and arched against your hand drove you further, your thumb brushing over her clit—first in slow, deliberate circles, then pressing firmly and flicking sharply as her hips jolted against you.
The hand around her neck tightened slightly, your fingers pressing just enough to make her breath catch. The mix of pressure and roughness sent her spiraling, her voice breaking into a low, guttural moan as her eyes fluttered open briefly, wide and glassy, before rolling shut again. Her legs trembled uncontrollably, her entire body trembling as your thumb quickened its pace, alternating between firm, relentless circles and sharp, deliberate flicks that made her hips buck wildly.
Her thighs tried to clamp shut around your hand, her body instinctively attempting to shield itself from the overwhelming sensations, but you didn’t stop. Your pace only grew faster, harder, as though chasing something deeper. Her moans turned into broken cries, her hips jerking helplessly against your hand as you pushed her closer and closer to the edge.
The slick heat from her folds coated your fingers as her walls tightened around you, her body reacting to every motion. Her breath hitched, her cries becoming louder, more desperate. Her hips jerked erratically, trying to escape your relentless pace, but you didn’t let up. The grip on her neck tightened again, her breath coming in shallow gasps as her eyes snapped open for a moment, unfocused and dazed.
“God—” she managed to choke out, her voice breaking as her body convulsed. “I—can’t—”
Her body tensed beneath your touch, her breathing erratic as she teetered on the edge of release. Just as the moment was about to break, you pulled your fingers out abruptly and delivered a sharp smack to her folds. The sudden sting and shock sent a jolt through her entire body, her back arching violently off the bed as a strangled moan tore from her throat.
That was it. Lia shattered beneath you, her climax crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her thighs clamped around your hand, trapping you there as her cries turned raw and broken, each sound carrying the intensity of her release. Her body convulsed, trembling violently as wave after wave of pleasure overtook her. Her hands clutched at the sheets, her nails digging into the fabric as her hips jerked uncontrollably, seeking and shying away from the overwhelming sensations.
You held her firmly, your grip on her neck steady, grounding her as your hand returned to her folds. Your fingers worked with deliberate precision, prolonging her climax as her cries grew louder, more desperate. Her hips bucked wildly against your hand, her body writhing beneath you as she gave in completely to the pleasure overtaking her.
Her release seemed endless, the intensity of it leaving her gasping for breath as her body quaked under your control. The room was filled with the sound of her broken moans and the rhythmic slap of your palm against her oversensitive lips. Each touch seemed to reignite the flames, drawing out her pleasure until her body collapsed back against the bed, trembling and spent.
As the aftershocks coursed through her, her breaths came in ragged, uneven gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her skin glistened in the dim light, her face flushed and damp as she tried to catch her breath.
You loosened your grip on her neck, your fingers brushing lightly against her skin as you leaned over her. Lia’s eyes fluttered open slowly, glassy and unfocused, her lips parting in a faint, breathless smile. Her body continued to tremble slightly, the lingering sensations leaving her utterly undone beneath you.
You guided Lia’s trembling, sensitive body onto the bed with deliberate intent, her flushed skin glistening as she struggled to catch her breath. Her wide, dazed eyes met yours, still hazy from the intensity of her previous climax, but you weren’t done—not yet. Slowly, you lay down and pulled her back against you, arranging her pliant body with steady hands.
Her back pressed firmly to your chest, her legs spread wide and bent at the knees, her thighs trembling as you slipped your hands beneath them. Your grip steadied her, your fingers curling securely around the back of her thighs, holding her legs in place and spreading her open. The position left her entirely vulnerable, every inch of her body on display. Her arms rested near her sides, loosely pinned between your bodies, emphasizing her complete surrender to you.
Her head tilted back against your shoulder, her neck fully exposed, giving you an unobstructed view of her flushed cheeks, parted lips, and the faint sheen of sweat that glistened on her skin. Lia let out a soft, breathless gasp as the new position registered, her body tensing briefly before relaxing into your hold.
The vulnerability of it, the way your grip anchored her while she was spread open, only seemed to heighten her arousal. “Where did you learn this?…” she murmured, her voice trailing off into a whimper as she felt you press against her entrance. The sensation made her hips shift instinctively, her body eager and trembling as she surrendered completely to the moment.
Without hesitation, you entered her in one deep, deliberate motion. The pace was fast and unrelenting from the start, your thrusts deep and purposeful as you held her firmly in place. Lia cried out, her voice breaking into a desperate moan as her body responded immediately. The position allowed you to reach depths you hadn’t before, and her body clenched tightly around you, the new sensation overwhelming her.
Her head tilted back against your shoulder, her eyes fluttering shut as she gave herself over to you completely. The sheer submissiveness of her posture, her willingness to let you take control, drove you on. You leaned down, your lips brushing the curve of her neck as you pressed open-mouthed kisses along her flushed skin, your teeth grazing lightly before biting down just enough to make her gasp.
Lia let out a trembling gasp as your hand found her clit again, circling it with a firm intensity that made her entire body jolt against you. Her thighs quivered uncontrollably, her hips writhing in an attempt to escape the relentless stimulation. “Wait—” she whimpered, her voice breaking as she tried to shift away from your touch. “I’m sensitive—too much…”
Her words barely registered, muffled by the storm in your mind. The frustration and anger churned like a relentless tide, the image of her smiling, her hand entwined with someone else’s, replaying in your head like a haunting refrain. It consumed you, fueling the roughness in every movement.
You tightened your hold, your hands locking her helplessly in place. Her legs trembled, trying to close against the overstimulation, but the position left her completely vulnerable. With her legs spread wide and pinned by her own weight, she had no leverage, no way to resist as you drove her higher. Her body squirmed, her hips shifting desperately, but your arm around her wrists and your thighs holding hers apart ensured she couldn’t escape.
You leaned in, pressing your lips to the back of her neck where you could reach, the soft curve of her skin damp with sweat. The kiss was possessive, claiming, and when you bit down, she let out a sharp cry, her body arching against yours. The sting of your teeth sent a fresh wave of shivers through her, her voice breaking into a soft whimper as you soothed the bite with another heated kiss.
Lia’s body trembled, her reactions raw and desperate. Each time you bit down, harder now, her cries grew louder, her head tilting back to expose more of her neck as though surrendering completely. Her thighs tried to press together again, but the position made it impossible, leaving her entirely at your mercy.
Her pleas melted into choked moans when your hand left her clit briefly, only to return with a sharp slap. The sound echoed in the room, followed by her broken cry as her body jolted against you. The sting sent her closer to the edge, her breath hitching in ragged gasps as her hips jerked involuntarily.
The relentless combination—the deep, fast thrusts, the circling of your fingers on her clit, and the sharp bites you pressed to her shoulder and neck—pushed her further into a haze of overwhelming sensation. Her cries grew louder, her body trembling violently as she fought against the intensity. Even as her hips shifted and tried to twist away, her body betrayed her with every shiver of arousal, her movements weak and yielding to your pace.
Just as her body tensed in anticipation of release, you pressed harder against her clit, your fingers moving in swift, relentless circles. Lia gasped, her walls clenching tightly around you as her entire body strained, her climax teetering on the brink.
When you sensed she was at her limit, you delivered a sharp, deliberate slap to her clit. Lia screamed, her voice raw and broken as her body convulsed violently. The sharp sting mingled with the overwhelming pleasure, the combination tearing through her with a force that left her trembling uncontrollably. Her thighs twitched against your hands, her chest heaving as she sobbed softly, her cries a mix of pleasure and surrender.
You didn’t stop, your fingers continuing to flick and slap her nub while your thrusts maintained their relentless pace. Her body collapsed further against yours, her legs trembling as the overstimulation sent her spiraling beyond her limits. Another broken scream tore from her throat before her body finally gave out, her muscles going slack as she slumped back onto you, her head falling onto your shoulder.
Her breath came in ragged, uneven gasps, her body trembling as aftershocks coursed through her. You released her wrists, your hands smoothing over her legs as you pressed soft kisses to her temple and along the marks your teeth had left on her shoulder. Her breathing gradually steadied, her skin still flushed and damp as she tried to catch her breath.
Your pace didn’t falter, even as Lia slumped further against you, her body trembling and utterly spent. The overstimulation of her climax had left her broken in the best way, her cries now soft whimpers, her breath hot and uneven against your neck. Her legs remained pinned, trembling as your relentless thrusts sent aftershocks rippling through her. Each deep motion made her body react instinctively, her hips twitching as though trying to pull away, but the position left her helpless, completely at your mercy.
As the intensity built, her breaths grew sharper, her head tilting back against your shoulder. The haze of her earlier release lingered in her glassy eyes, her thoughts slow and unfocused. Yet, as your thrusts grew faster and more erratic, realization flickered faintly in her expression. She gasped softly, her thighs twitching against your hold.
“Wait…” she murmured, her voice trembling and breathless, her mind catching up to what her body already knew. “Don’t… don’t cum inside me,” she pleaded, her tone cracking under the weight of her exhaustion and arousal.
Her words were faint, almost drowned out by the rhythmic sound of your hips meeting hers. Her protest lacked strength, her body betraying her as her warmth clenched tightly around you, pulling you deeper with every motion. Even as she tried to speak again, her words dissolved into soft, broken whimpers, her thighs trembling violently as her overstimulated body refused to resist what was coming.
You could feel the tension coiling tighter, the edge drawing closer with every thrust. Her whispered plea echoed faintly in your mind, but the overwhelming heat, the way she writhed beneath you, the way her body pulled you in, made it impossible to stop. The last thread of your restraint snapped as her walls tightened around you one final time.
“Fuck…” you murmured hoarsely, your voice trembling with the urgency of your release. Her body stiffened briefly, her lips parting in a faint gasp of realization, but she couldn’t move, her legs pinned wide and her body limp in your hold.
With a guttural groan, you pressed as deep as you could, your release surging into her in powerful, shuddering waves. Lia’s breath hitched sharply, her fingers weakly clutching at your arms as she felt the warmth spreading inside her. “Oh my God…” she whispered, her voice barely audible as her head fell forward, her body twitching in response to the unfamiliar sensation. The flush on her cheeks deepened, a mix of disbelief and something unspoken as she lay trembling against you.
When the last tremors subsided, you loosened your grip slightly, your hands smoothing over her legs as they remained draped across your hips. Her breathing was ragged, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. The room was quiet except for the faint sound of your mingled breathing, heavy with the weight of what had just happened.
Lia’s voice came out as a whisper, trembling with exhaustion but edged with frustration. “Too much… it was too much…” Her body twitched beneath you, her trembling legs sprawled limply against your hips. Her chest rose and fell in uneven gasps, her gaze hazy but laced with something sharper as she tried to steady herself.
Then her eyes locked onto yours, and the flush on her cheeks deepened, no longer just from exertion. “I can’t believe you came inside me,” she muttered, her voice low but biting. “You know we can’t do that.”
Her words cut through the heavy air, and for a moment, her expression hardened as she tried to assert control over the whirlwind of emotions swirling between you. But the tension in her brows faltered as her body gave a faint, involuntary shudder, the lingering sensation of everything pooling inside her impossible to ignore.
She shifted slightly in your hold, her thighs twitching, her skin hypersensitive and her mind torn between anger and something much more confusing. Her lips parted as if she wanted to say more, to reprimand you further, but no words came. Instead, she turned her head to the side, her expression tight, though not entirely resolute.
Inside, you could tell she was battling herself. The heat spreading across her neck and cheeks, the way her legs trembled against yours, betrayed a truth she didn’t want to face. Even though she was angry—she had every reason to be—the intensity of what had happened, the rawness of being completely at your mercy, lingered in ways she couldn’t deny.
Lia let out a sharp exhale, her body relaxing slightly against you as her anger seemed to ebb, replaced by a reluctant acceptance. Her head fell back onto the pillow, her breathing still uneven, her lips pressing together in a faint line. The silence between you was heavy, her internal conflict palpable, as the reality of the moment settled over both of you.
Her eyes met yours, and for a moment, the air between you was filled with something unspoken, a tenderness that lingered even as exhaustion pulled at you both.
“Jisu,” you said suddenly, the word breaking the silence like a crack of thunder.
She turned onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow to look at you. “Hmm?”
“Can this ever be more?” The question came out unsteady, raw with emotion, as though it had torn its way out of you.
Her smile faded, replaced by something gentler but distant. She sighed softly, the blanket slipping slightly as she shifted to sit up. “We’ve talked about this,” she said, her tone careful but firm. “The reason this works is because it’s casual. It’s… uncomplicated. That’s why it’s good.”
You turned your head to look at her, searching her expression for something—anything—that might suggest she felt the same way you did. But all you saw was a calm resolve. “You’re great,” she continued, her voice quieter now. “You really are. But if we start complicating things, it’ll ruin what we have, could you imagine even trying to do this while one of us has feelings.”
Her words struck you like a punch, each one cutting deeper than the last. You forced a small, hollow smile, nodding as if you understood. “Yeah,” you said quietly. “You’re right…”
Lia’s hand brushed over your arm lightly, reassuringly, before she lay back down beside you, curling into your side as though nothing had happened. But something had. For you, the illusion that this could be enough had shattered, and no matter how hard you tried to tell yourself otherwise, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was the beginning of the end.
As Lia slept peacefully beside you, you stared at the ceiling, your mind racing. You couldn’t keep doing this—not when your feelings for her only grew stronger with each passing day, and not when she had made it clear she would never see you the way you saw her.
You slipped out of her bed quietly, careful not to wake her. The city lights outside her window cast long shadows across the room as you let out a soft apology,dressed and left. You told yourself that it would be the last time, that you couldn’t go back—not for her, not for anyone. You needed to find someone who would value you, who would want you the way you wanted them.
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The next morning, Lia woke up alone, sunlight filtering softly through her curtains as the warmth of the day began to creep into the room. She stirred slowly, her body aching in unfamiliar ways—her neck, her thighs, her core—all reminders of the intensity of the night before. She shifted slightly, wincing at the tenderness, and as the memories flooded back, her cheeks flushed with heat. The rawness of how you had been with her, the way you had consumed her so completely, lingered in her mind, each thought sending a fresh wave of warmth coursing through her.
Reaching for her phone, she hesitated for a moment, her fingers hovering over the screen. After a deep breath, she typed a quick message: “Last night was amazing. Thank you.”
She hit send, expecting the usual quick reply. You were always good at responding, rarely making her wait more than a few minutes. It was one of the constants she had come to rely on—your availability, your attentiveness. But as the minutes stretched into hours, her screen remaining frustratingly blank, she shrugged it off. You’re probably just busy, she told herself, though a faint unease began to creep into her thoughts, like a whisper she couldn’t ignore.
Life moved forward, as it always did, her schedule swallowing her days whole. But the unease grew, a quiet nagging in the back of her mind that wouldn’t go away. Still no reply. No follow-up. No late-night texts asking about her day or teasing her about something silly. It was unlike you, and with every passing day, it became harder to shake the feeling that something was wrong.
Desperate for distraction, she agreed to another date with the idol, convincing herself it was the right thing to do. But from the moment they sat down at the trendy café, everything about the evening felt wrong. The vibrant chatter of the other patrons blurred into background noise, his words barely registering as she stared down at her phone, her thumb hovering over the unanswered message. It sat there, unopened, like a stark reminder of your absence.
He tried to make conversation, asking about her work and cracking lighthearted jokes, but her responses were flat, distracted. Her mind kept drifting—back to you. She could almost hear your laugh, picture the way you would have teased her about spending too much time scrolling on her phone. She thought about the little things you did, the gestures that had woven themselves into her daily life: bringing her food after late practices, the way you always seemed to know when she needed comforting, and the talks that stretched into the early hours of the morning when her world felt too heavy.
Her chest tightened as she realized it wasn’t just about the sex anymore—though that had been incredible. It was everything else, the way you had quietly become her anchor without her noticing. She missed you, in ways that went beyond physical, in ways she couldn’t ignore.
As the date dragged on, her unease grew heavier. She looked at him across the table, saw the effort he was putting into keeping her attention, and felt the guilt creep in. He wasn’t the problem. He was polite, charming even, but he wasn’t you. He didn’t make her feel grounded the way you did. He didn’t know her tells, didn’t know how to navigate her quiet moods or the way her smiles didn’t always reach her eyes.
She excused herself earlier than planned, her heart heavy as she walked out into the cool night air. Her fingers hovered over her phone again, the thought of calling you overwhelming her. But as she stared at your name in her contacts, she couldn’t bring herself to press it. Not yet.
Days turned into a week, and Lia’s desperation grew. Every thought of you tightened the ache in her chest, the longing building until it was impossible to ignore. It wasn’t just about the intimacy anymore—it was everything else. The little moments, the times you made her feel understood, cared for, seen. The absence of those moments was suffocating.
She couldn’t shake the feeling that something inside her was shifting. Something she hadn’t wanted to see before but now couldn’t deny. You weren’t just her escape, her comfort—you had become something so much more. Finally, she turned to someone she trusted: Yeji.
The three of you had always been close, bonded not just by your ages but by a shared sense of humor and camaraderie. After practice one evening, Lia found Yeji in the lounge, scrolling through her phone. Her heart pounded as she sat down across from her, working up the courage to speak.
“Yeji,” Lia began, her voice quieter than usual as she fidgeted with the edge of her hoodie.
Yeji glanced up, raising an eyebrow. “What’s up?”
Lia hesitated, her usual confidence replaced by uncertainty. “You know about… my arrangement, right?”
Yeji set her phone down, her gaze sharpening slightly. “Oh, yeah,” she said, a hint of amusement in her tone. “I know about it.”
Lia’s fingers twisted the fabric of her hoodie, her nerves fraying. “Have you… talked to him lately? Do you know where he is?”
Yeji’s expression softened, the teasing fading as she leaned back against the couch. “Yeah, we’ve talked,” she admitted, her voice even. “But I don’t think I should tell you more than that.”
The words hit Lia harder than she expected. Her stomach twisted, and her voice dropped. “Why not?” she asked, almost pleading. “I just… I miss him. I didn’t think I would, but I do. I didn’t realize how much he meant to me until he wasn’t there anymore.”
Yeji sighed, studying her closely. “Lia, you have to ask yourself why he’s not here right now,” she said, her voice steady but not unkind. “You had to know how he felt—maybe you didn’t want to admit it, but it was obvious.”
Lia looked down, her throat tightening as Yeji’s words sank in. “I didn’t mean to hurt him,” she murmured. “I just… I didn’t know.”
Yeji leaned forward slightly, her voice softer now. “I think he needed space, Lia. He couldn’t keep pretending to be okay with what you two had. And now? I think you’re realizing how much he really means to you.”
Lia’s fingers curled tightly around her hoodie, her heart sinking further. “I miss him,” she said quietly. “Not just… what we had. I miss everything. I don’t know what to do.”
Yeji shook her head gently. “I’m not going to tell you where he is—it wouldn’t be fair. But if you feel this way, you need to figure it out before it’s too late.”
Lia nodded slowly, Yeji’s words settling heavily in her chest. For the next few days, she replayed every moment in her mind—every late-night talk, every thoughtful gesture, every quiet look that made her feel safe. The realization of how much she missed you, how deeply she cared, grew sharper with each passing day.
Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. Lia grabbed her phone with trembling hands and called. The first call went to voicemail, then the next, and the one after that. Still, she didn’t stop. Each unanswered ring only heightened her desperation. She began texting, her messages growing shorter and more frantic with each passing hour.
“I need to talk to you.”“Please, can you call me back?”“Just… say something.”
When the texts went unanswered, she left voicemails, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions. “I… I really want to talk. Please, can we meet? Just let me know.” Every message sounded more raw than the last, the silence on the other end of the line gnawing at her chest like an open wound.
She lost count of how many times she called—her phone logs a mess of missed attempts, her inbox filled with drafts of unsent messages she couldn’t bring herself to delete. Each night, she lay awake, staring at her phone, willing it to light up with your name. The waiting was unbearable, each moment stretching endlessly as hope began to waver.
Just when she was on the verge of giving up, her phone buzzed. Her heart skipped a beat, and she scrambled to pick it up. It was you. A simple message: “Okay. Let’s meet.”
Relief and apprehension washed over her in equal measure. She stared at the screen, her fingers hovering over the keyboard, unsure how to respond. After a long pause, she simply typed, “Thank you.”
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When you finally met, the air was heavy with tension, every unspoken word between you settling like a weight in the small café. Lia sat across from you, her usual poise stripped away. Her hands fidgeted in her lap, twisting the edge of her sleeve, her eyes fixed on the untouched coffee in front of her. The faintest hint of color rose in her cheeks, betraying the vulnerability she was trying to hide.
You watched her carefully, your own nerves coiling tighter with every second of silence. Her lips parted slightly, as though she wanted to speak, but the words didn’t come right away. Finally, she took a deep breath and looked up at you.
“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice trembling but steady enough to hold your gaze. “For everything. For not seeing how you felt, for taking you for granted.”
Her words caught you off guard, the raw honesty cutting through the tension. You blinked, unsure how to respond at first. “I should be the one apologizing,” you said after a moment, your voice quieter than you intended. “For ghosting you, for catching feelings in the first place. I—”
“Don’t,” Lia interrupted gently, her voice firm but laced with regret. Her eyes finally met yours, and the warmth there made your chest ache. “Don’t apologize for liking me. Please. I need to say something first.”
You froze, her words silencing the flood of guilt that had been building inside you. She fidgeted with her sleeve, her gaze flickering downward for a moment before she looked back at you, her expression unguarded.
“I like you,” she said softly, the words landing with a weight that made your breath catch. “So much. I think I have for a while, but I didn’t know… or maybe I just didn’t let myself realize it. I got so comfortable with you always being there, and when you were gone, it felt like a piece of me was missing.”
Her cheeks flushed deeper, and her hands stilled as she continued, her voice trembling but resolute. “I thought keeping things casual was easier—safer—because I didn’t want to risk losing you. But I was selfish. I didn’t think about what you needed or how much it might be hurting you.
Her voice cracked slightly, but she didn’t stop. “I’m so sorry for everything. For not being considerate of your feelings, for pushing you away when you tried to tell me how you felt. You deserved more than that—more than I gave you—and it kills me that I hurt you because I was too scared to be honest.”
Her words tumbled out in a rush, raw and vulnerable. She took another breath, her eyes glistening as she looked at you, waiting. “Do you still…” she began, her voice quieter now, hesitant. “Do you still like me? Because if you do… I promise I’ll be better. I’ll try harder. I won’t take you for granted again.”
The question hung in the air, heavy and trembling with sincerity. You stared at her, the tight ache in your chest threatening to spill over. The vulnerability in her eyes, the way her fingers nervously twisted at her sleeve, the unsteady rise and fall of her breath—it was Lia, stripped of all pretense, offering herself to you in a way she never had before.
“I miss you,” you said, your voice thick with emotion, the words spilling out before you could stop them. “More than I can even say. And yes, Lia, I still like you. I don’t think I ever stopped.”
Her lips parted slightly, her eyes widening as relief and hope washed over her face. A small, trembling smile broke through her uncertainty, and she reached across the table, her hand brushing yours. You didn’t hesitate, your fingers curling around hers as the tension between you seemed to dissolve, replaced by a quiet, tentative warmth.
For a moment, neither of you moved, the air between you heavy but no longer with tension—this time, it was full of possibility. Lia’s fingers tightened slightly around yours, her gaze searching your face as though she was committing this moment to memory. Then, softly, she asked, “Can I… kiss you?”
Her voice was quiet, almost shy, a stark contrast to the confident Lia you had always known. You felt your breath hitch, the question catching you off guard even though you knew the answer. You nodded, unable to form words, and her lips twitched into a faint, nervous smile.
When she leaned forward, the world around you seemed to still. The noise of the café, the clinking of dishes, the hum of conversations—it all faded as her face came closer, her hand still firmly in yours. The first brush of her lips against yours was tentative, testing, but the moment they met, something shifted.
This kiss wasn’t like the others. You’d kissed Lia before—passionate, heated, messy kisses in the haze of your arrangement. But this? This was entirely different. This kiss wasn’t rushed, wasn’t fueled by lust or need. It was soft, deliberate, full of emotion you hadn’t allowed yourself to name before. It felt like kissing her for the first time, like discovering something new, something sacred.
Her lips were warm and inviting, moving against yours with a tenderness that sent shivers through you. There was no urgency, no pretense, just the quiet connection between you as the kiss deepened, your free hand instinctively reaching up to cradle her cheek. She leaned into your touch, her fingers threading lightly through your hair as she let out a soft sigh, her body relaxing into the moment.
For Lia, the kiss was no less transformative. She’d kissed you countless times before, but this—this felt like peeling away every wall she’d built, every mask she’d worn. This was the kiss she hadn’t let herself imagine, the kiss she hadn’t realized she needed until now. It wasn’t just the physical connection—it was the way your hand trembled slightly as you cupped her cheek, the way you held her like she was the most important thing in the world.
When you finally pulled back, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting against each other as your eyes met. Her lips were parted, her cheeks flushed, her gaze full of something you couldn’t quite describe but felt deep in your chest. You could see it reflected back at you: this wasn’t just a kiss. This was everything.
“That…” Lia murmured softly, her voice trailing off as she searched for the right words, her fingers brushing against your jaw. “That felt… different.”
“Yeah,” you whispered, your voice low and raw with emotion. “It did.”
Neither of you moved to pull away, the space between you too fragile, too precious to break. For the first time, it felt like you were both on the same page, and the weight of everything that had come before fell away, leaving only the warmth of this moment.
The silence stretched again, but this time it felt less heavy, more open—like the air between you had shifted, lighter somehow. You cleared your throat, your fingers drumming lightly against the edge of the table as you searched for the right words, your heartbeat quickening with each passing second. “So, um…” you began, awkwardness thick in your voice as your eyes darted away from hers. “If you’re free later… I mean, after this—if you want, we could, I don’t know, grab dinner or something?”
Lia tilted her head slightly, her lips curving into a small, knowing smile that widened just enough to let you know she understood exactly what you were trying to say. Her cheeks flushed faintly, the color rising against her soft complexion. “Are you asking me out?” she teased lightly, her tone warm, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of amusement and curiosity.
You let out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of your neck as you tried to play it cool. “Maybe. I mean… yeah, I guess I am.”
Her smile softened into something more genuine, more tender. “I’d like that,” she said quietly, her voice carrying just the right hint of sincerity to make your chest feel lighter. “I haven’t eaten yet.”
The relief that washed over you was palpable, and without a second thought, you stood, holding out your hand. Lia’s gaze flicked down to your outstretched fingers, hesitation flickering for only a moment before she reached out and took your hand, her fingers curling around yours in a gesture that felt at once familiar and entirely new. Her touch sent a warmth through you, steadying your nerves as the tension between you eased further.
As you walked out of the café together, her hand warm in yours, the world around you seemed to blur into insignificance. The usual noise of the city streets—honking cars, chatter from passersby—faded into the background as the two of you fell into an easy rhythm. Lia’s steps matched yours, her shoulder occasionally brushing against your arm, and every now and then, you glanced at her. Her soft smile, illuminated by the golden glow of the streetlights, carried a quiet promise that made your heart ache in the best way.
You gave her hand a gentle squeeze, testing the waters, and she looked up at you, her eyes bright with a mixture of shyness and excitement. The small action spoke louder than words, her slight squeeze in return confirming what you both already knew: this wasn’t just two friends reconnecting. This was something new, something fragile yet full of possibility.
By the time you reached the restaurant, the hesitation you’d felt earlier had all but melted away. The hum of the city was a distant backdrop as you opened the door for her, gesturing for her to enter first. She smiled, murmuring a quiet “thank you” as she stepped inside, her gaze lingering on yours for just a beat longer than necessary.
Inside, the warm, inviting glow of the restaurant felt like an extension of the moment you were sharing. As you sat down, the conversation flowed more easily, the earlier tension giving way to lighthearted laughter and comfortable silences that spoke of a connection neither of you could deny. And as you watched her, her smile radiant and her eyes sparkling across the table, you knew without a doubt: this wasn’t just a return to what you had before. This was the beginning of something real.
A/N: i love itzy 😚😚 these are shorter than my usual drabbles since theres 5 of them!
warnings/ gn!reader, suggestive, fluff, genuinely just cuteness, suggested dom!ryujin and yeji, suggested sub!lia chaeryeong and yuna
Yeji definitely sets an alarm the night before to wake up super early, and she'll be extremely silent in the morning in order not to wake you! She'd spend hours making you your favourite breakfast to deliver it to you in bed, still being unnecessarily silent. "Jagiya~ i made you some breakfast! Do you want to wake up for me?" She'd talk in the most gentlest manner, being careful not to sound like she was rushing you! After breakfast, she wouldn't rush you out of bed at all, she'd ask "Do you want to sleep some more? Or would you like come downstairs with me and we can put on some music or your favourite show?" and no matter what you picked, she's beside you the whole time showering you with kisses and cuddles!
Lia probably wakes up with you, turning over to see your face being kissed by the sun. "Good morning babyyy!" she'll say before turning over and wrapping her whole body around you. If you ask, "Don't you have work today?" she'd just shrug her shoulders and muffle "I'll call up soon" into your neck. You'd spend the whole morning cuddling, and even fall back asleep for like 3 more hours! Once y'all wake up for the second time, Lia would reluctantly get out of bed before you, making her way to the bathroom to get herself washed up. She'd come back and immediately lay on top of you, "hi babyyy are you okay after last night?" before kissing your forehead. And she'll get embarrassed after you joke "because i got a headache from you screaming my name?"
Ryujin doesn't wake up until like an hour after you, you'll have time to make breakfast, watch a movie and go to the store for groceries in the time it takes her to wake up. But once she wakes up, she'll treat it like she's been awake for hours before you! Asking questions like "did you sleep okay? Are you still hurting? You still tired?" if you point out she woke up way after you, she'll just scoff and act like your imagining it! Jokes aside, she'd take such good care of you. She'll offer to make you soup, wrap you in blankets on the couch, sing to help you relax, anything to make you feel comfortable! She wouldn't bombard you with questions about last night, just slip them in occasionally throughout the day, taking it as feedback for the next session.
Chaeryeong would wake up before you naturally, spending a few hours getting dressed and making food. But she wouldn't do anything for you while you were asleep, she'd want to know if you want anything before she assumes anything. So once you wake up, you're showered with questions like "did you sleep okay? Are you hungry? Do you feel like you need to bathe? Do you want cuddles? Should i put a movie on?" She literally won't leave you alone unless you let her know that you need something. Once you're out of bed, she'll shower you with even more questions about the night before, "Did we go too far? Are you in pain? What did you like and what did you not like?" Your best bet is to pull her into a long cuddle and she'll forget what she's asking about in the first place!
Yuna would wake up with you, but similar to Lia she would just spend the morning cuddling you, refusing to let you move even an inch. She wouldn't sleep in your arms, you'd have conversations together about random things like what you have to do that day and even crack jokes about last night! You two would just lay in silence occasionally broken up by one of you saying something, but the other wouldn't always respond. The morning would just be comfortable silence in each other's arms! If one of you were to get out of bed, it would be you. Yuna would stay in bed and you'll have to make her breakfast in order to get her out! Breakfast would also be comfortable silence, letting you both wake up properly before Yuna gets an energy boost for pretty much the whole day.
