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justalonelybitch · 7 months

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Starstruck

Yeri x Twice!Reader

Genre: Fluff (so homo)

Warnings: severe case of gAY, reader can't even make eye contact without dying, twice bully her gay ass shamelessly.

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Part One ~ Part Two

The faintest smile crept onto your lips as you stared at the television screen ahead of you where Red Velvet’s live performance was displayed. You couldn’t help but admire the talented idols, although you would be lying if you said one member hadn’t caught your eye. For as long as you could remember you had been a huge fan of Kim Yerim, much to your members' amusement. To your dismay, a playful jab on your side tore your longing gaze away from the screen. “You’re staring so hard she can probably feel your gaze through the screen,” Jeongyeon teased with a shake of her head.

A faux frown crept onto your features as you narrowed your eyes at the older girl. “She’s just really pretty,” you shrugged plainly after a pause of silence, gazing back up to the screen, eyes shining with admiration. “Yeah, ‘pretty, talented, amazing, gorgeous, kind, funny..’” Jeongyeon trailed off, listing all the adjectives you’d used to describe your idol on previous occasions. “I’m just stating facts,” you defended with a pout, hands raised. Nayeon, who was seated on the couch opposite you in Music Bank’s waiting room, snickered at your expression. “Y/n’s in loveeee,” she drawled, making exaggerated kissy faces in your direction.

“You’re right, I’ve never seen Y/n this interested in any other idol before.” Jihyo, who had been silently listening, butted in. “You guys are mean, you always gang up on me.” You complained, desperately trying to divert their attention from your obvious ogling of the Red Velvet member, but to no avail. Nayeon merely dragged Momo into her shenanigans, the two teaming up to mock your fondness for Yeri. “Nayeon unnie you’re just as bad, if not worse when it comes to IU sunbaenim.” Tzuyu interjected from beside you, earning a bout of laughter from those listening.

“At least someone here loves me.” You huffed, leaning into Tzuyu’s side as you glared at your older members. “Don’t be gross, save the heart eyes for Yeri.” The youngest uttered distastefully, pushing you away. Everyone laughed as you stared wide eyed at Tzuyu, lips parted in shock. “You’re just as bad as them,” you whined, betrayal written on your features. “Sana unnie!” You called out, knowing if you could rely on anyone it would be her. The girl in question pounced on you in an instant, tackling you in a tight hug. “What’s wrong?” She cupped your cheeks upon spotting the pout on lips.

“They’re being mean to me,” you grumbled, eyes shining hopefully as you stared up at her. “Why are you being mean to my baby?” Sana questioned the members, patting your head comfortingly. “Two words; Kim Yerim.” Nayeon uttered smugly, chuckling when you scowled at her. “Again?” Mina questioned, finally finished in the make-up chair. “You should’ve seen her, she was practically drooling at the screen.” Jeongyeon added with a smirk. “I was not!” You refuted, huffing incredulously, but they all shared knowing looks, even Sana. “I love you Y/n, but even I can see how much you like her.” She smiled apologetically.

Sagging your shoulders in defeat, you hid your face in your hands to cover your reddening cheeks. This would definitely make it onto one of your top ten most embarrassing moments. It didn’t help that you were bound to run into the Red Velvet member in mere moments, due to perform straight after them. “If you’re such a big fan, why haven’t you asked Nayeon unnie for Yeri’s number?” Tzuyu questioned as if it were the simplest thing in the word. “Because!” You exclaimed, far too flustered and unable to come to a reasonable conclusion. The words ‘hopeless gay’ sprung to mind.

“Maybe she’ll finally gain the courage to ask Yeri herself, because we’re on now.” Jihyo commented, ushering everyone out of the waiting room. You reluctantly followed after you members, most unwilling to exit the confines of the isolated room. As if the universe had both blessed and cursed you all at once, Red Velvet was the first group you bumped into upon entering the buzzing corridor. You resisted the urge to glare at Jeongyeon as you heard her laughing behind you, no doubt her hushed whispers to Jihyo were about anyone but you. Instead you focussed on the group ahead of you, desperately fighting off the blush that threatened to rise to your cheeks.

You all bowed at one another, exchanging words of encouragement and praise. And for the briefest of moments, Kim Yerim’s gaze landed on you. You swore your heart skipped a beat as she smiled brightly, eyes crinkling into crescents as she tipped her head in acknowledgement. A pink tint dusted your cheeks as you smiled back at her politely. The moment passed as quickly as it came, Yeri and the remaining members of Red Velvet shuffling past you and into their designated waiting room. You let out a breath of air as the door clicked shut, failing to realise you’d even been holding your breath in the first place.

“Hurry your starstruck ass up,” Tzuyu chuckled from behind you, pushing you away from the very space Kim Yerim had just stood before you.

Before you knew it performances had been wrapped up and you were all herded back onto the mainstage. Red Velvet was mere metres away and you couldn’t help but spare a glance in their direction. Instant regret washed over you as Yerim’s bright grin awaited your gaze, her smile widening almost mockingly. Cheeks flushing a deep red, you whipped your head around to bury your face in Momo’s shoulder. The older girl laughed shamelessly in the face of your embarrassment, slinging her arm around your shoulders. “She literally just existed, what is wrong with you?” Nayeon questioned from beside you, unable to contain her amusement. “Shut up!” You groaned, knowing the camera’s were sure to capture all of this.

You tried your best to remain focused throughout the rest of the broadcast, but the feeling of eyes burning into the side of your head was beginning to nag at you. “It seems Y/n isn’t the only one with a staring problem,” Nayeon commented, sending her idol friend a sideways glance. “Don’t look now, but a certain Red Velvet member seems to be very interested in you,” Jeongyeon whispered in your ear. You jerked your head to the right almost immediately. Jihyo sighed deeply at your reaction, pinching the bridge of her nose to resist the urge to smack you on the back of the head. Apparently no one had bothered to learn the art of subtlety.

To your surprise, you were faced with not only one, but all five Red Velvet members’ gazes. Perhaps they’d caught wind of your massive small crush on their youngest member. With the way your members tease you so recklessly you wouldn’t be surprised if the whole industry knew. You swallowed harshly at the thought, eyes wide and unblinking as you stared back at them like a deer caught in headlights. You almost jumped out of your skin as a blast of confetti shot up inches away from your face. Amid your gay panic, Twice had been announced as the winners of the broadcast. So that’s why everyone was looking at you…

You clapped happily, cheering alongside your members, but remained incredibly confused by the events that had transpired. A gentle brush of fingertips along your lower back made quick work of pulling you back to reality. You leaned into the touch without much thought, only to find your eyes widening tenfold upon realising the rest of your members were all standing in front of you. Slowly turning your head to the side, you swore you almost passed out when your eyes found none other than Kim Yerim’s side profile. “Congratulations,” was all she uttered, and God was her voice perfect. You could certainly die happily now. She gave your waist a small squeeze before slipping into the crowd of idols. Her members followed closely behind her with knowing smiles as they glanced back at you.

You swore you could still feel her touch burning your skin, staring off into the distance dazedly. For the camera’s sake, you turned stiffly towards your members, doing your best to act as though nothing had happened. However it didn’t quite go as planned. “Breath, you idiot!” Nayeon gave you a firm slap on the back, staring at you as though you’d gone insane. Perhaps she wasn’t wrong. The rest of your members pointed at your flushed face whilst failing to hold back their giggles. The encore went by in breeze, not that you remembered much of it, mind far to occupied with thoughts of Yeri. Your members would never let you live this down.

Your brows furrowed in confusion as you attempted navigate your way through the endless corridors after what was supposed to be a quick trip to the bathroom. You wandered the halls aimlessly, seemingly lost in Music Bank’s maze of hallways. “Y/n!” Your heart stopped as you heard an all too familiar voice call out to you. Willing yourself not to run away from the embarrassment that was bound to follow this interaction, you inhaled sharply before spinning on your heel. You winced at the feeling of your cheeks warming for the millionth time that day, standing stiffly as Yerim jogged towards you. Was it even humanly possible for someone to look this good running?

You let out a surprised squeak as she wrapped you in a warm embrace the moment she was close enough to reach you. Your shoulders tensed as you stared at the wall ahead of you, heart thrashing in your chest as her intoxicatingly sweet shampoo invaded your senses. “How have you been?” She asked far too casually for your liking, pulling back to a comfortable distance but keeping hands on your shoulders. “Good,” you answered shortly, gaze held firmly on the floor as though it were the most interesting thing in the world. Yerim sighed at your response, glancing cautiously around the empty corridor.

“I missed you,” she tried again, smiling when you melted under her gaze. “I missed you too,” you whispered, finally finding the will to meet her gaze. Her chocolate brown orbs shone with mirth as she pulled you into yet another hug. “I watched your performance,” you mumbled, face pressed to the crook of her neck. “Yeah?” She hummed, refusing to let go just yet. “You looked really pretty,” you admitted, ducking your head when she leaned back to cup your flushed cheeks knowingly. “Not as pretty as you,” she retorted, pressing her soft lips to your cheek when she was certain no one was nearby.

Biting back a timid smile when your face flushed completely, you dropped your head to her shoulder in embarrassment. “We’ve been dating for years Y/n, how do you still end up a blushing mess everytime I so much as look in your direction?” Yerim inquired teasingly, grinning when you glared up at her. “It’s not my fault one of the most beautiful people I know happened to ask me to be her girlfriend.” You huffed indignantly. “I beg to differ,” she argued, earning a raised brow from you. “It is your fault I asked you to be my girlfriend because you were so pretty I couldn’t get you out of my head.” She insisted, smiling triumphantly when you opened your lips only for no words to escape.

“Y/n!” A voice yelled from the distance, the two of you jumping apart instinctively. “Oh,” Jeongyeon uttered when she rounded the corner, shocked by the sight that greeted her. Jihyo was hot on her tail, bumping right into the taller girl's back. They both stared at you with wide eyes, standing stunned before you. Yerim turned to you with a cheeky smile, leaning closer to whisper in your ear. “See you tonight,” your girlfriend murmured, winking at you before bowing to your members. “Bye Y/n!” She drawled, smirking smugly when your cheeks flushed red. Before you knew it she disappeared, leaving you to fend for yourself, feeling small under the curious eyes of Jihyo and Jeongyeon.

“Sorry, I got lost.” You trailed off awkwardly, knowing they’d probably been looking for you for quite some time now. “And found Yeri apparently,” Jihyo finished, unable to hide her surprise. “Don’t tell me you finally found the courage to speak to her and I wasn’t even there to witness it,” Jeongyeon complained. “No, she just congratulated us,” you were quick to deny. “Please tell me you at least got her number,” the older girl gazed at you expectantly. She groaned in disappointment when you shook your head, sheepishly scratching the back of your neck. “You were gone for a whole 20 minutes and you couldn’t even get her number?” Jeongyeon deadpanned.

“Jeez, you really are hopeless Y/n.” Jeongyeon grinned, shaking her head in amusement. You merely hummed in response, the ghost of a smile tugging at your lips. “What’s that on your cheek?” Jihyo questioned, pointing to the lipstick smudge Yerim has so kindly left on your face. “Nothing,” you replied quickly, wiping the mark with your thumb. Unconvinced, your leader narrowed her eyes in suspicion but said nothing. Upon returning to your waiting members, they were quick to resume their teasing. It only worsened when they discovered you’d actually had a chance to speak with your idol and did absolutely nothing about it..or so they thought.

You supposed it wasn’t so bad after all. The relentless teasing was somewhat tolerable if it meant you got to spend the evening curled into your girlfriend's side without worrying about your over protective members. You had no doubt they would catastrophize the situation if they knew where you really disappeared to most nights. Perhaps you would tell them one day just to see the looks on their faces. But for now they would remain blissfully unaware.

writing quality was thrown out the window, but the homo stayed strong 💪

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seulgiwifeee · 2 months

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Bad Influence || Yeri

♡ Member: Neighbor*Enemy*Yeri x Femreader

♡ Theme: Drama, chaotic

♡ Warning: Underage smoking/drinking(just a reminder that I don't encourage any of this or anything hectic that goes on in this story, obviously lol, and you’re both in high school but legal adults) lots of cussing, and Yeri’s just a menace

♡ Description: What should've started and continued on as a day of just you and your neighbor, Yeri, babysitting your younger sisters ends up in an absolute chaos and nightmare for you.

Word count: 5.8k (good lord..)

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"Again, thank you Mrs. Park for inviting me over and allowing me to babysit the girls again. I promise you that I and Y/N will take great care of them!" Yeri flashes your mom a bright and innocent smile, bowing down honorably.

"Oh, I don't doubt it!" your mom teases with a soft smile and lightly pats Yeri on the shoulder, appreciating the well-mannered girl. You on the other hand can't help but to roll your eyes, not caring one bit to hide your annoyance while you side-eye Yeri as she continues playing out her innocent act.

It physically pains you how oblivious your mom is with Yeri because you can see right through her facade, you know all the types of trouble that girl truly is, yet each time she slips up your mom always turns a blind eye to her and never seems to notice? It's bullshit, honestly.

"Bye, girls! I'll be back later this evening so have fun!" Your mom steps halfway out the door, but peeks her head back inside, eying at you specifically. "Oh, and Y/N, can you ever take that nasty look off your face? Please treat our guest with respect. Try to make her feel welcome here for once."

Yeri snickers from her remark once the door fully closes, turning to face you as she twirls her curls. "Yeah, Y/N,” her tone mocking, “listen to your mother. Learn how to treat me with respect for once, make me feel welcome here because I sure never feel any of it."

Oh, please.

"Oh, shut up," you say between gritted teeth, turning your heel and storming off into the kitchen, not in any mood to deal with her nonsense today. Yeri's not far from you, tagging closely behind and smirkingly menacingly like she's already prepared to cause you a difficult time today. "You know, there's no need to be so hostile."

"Yeri— just.. don't talk to me. Leave me alone! I don’t even want to look at you! Just go be useful and watch my sisters upstairs or something. They'll probably want to play with you anyway since you're obviously their favorite." You sigh heavily as you grab a soda from the fridge and flick it open with a crisp snap.

"Well I mean you are correct about me being their favorite, but.. I don't think I'll be doing that today." Yeri snatches the soda from you and begins to chug it down like it's her own.

Your eye twitches at her, struggling not to lose your cool so soon. "And what do you mean by that?"

Yeri clears her throat from the carbonation and carelessly places the can on the counter, practically throwing it and almost having that sugary sticky nightmare spill all over you. "I mean, that I'm not watching anyone today. I'm leaving. Right now."

You hum confused, cocking an eyebrow once she turns around to exit. "Woah woah there!"

Yeri gasps as you unexpectedly grab onto the back collar of her shirt, forcing her to stop in her tracks. "You're not doing this shit again, I swear—"

Yeri tugs away from you until she's out of your hold, which doesn't take many tries, and rolls her eyes, folding her arms with an unfazed look. "You swear what? That you'll tattletale on me like a baby to your mom? You know, she'll never believe you anyways," Yeri taunts, a mischievous glint sparkling in her eyes.

"Oh, but she will. I won't let you get away with anything this time." You cross your arms, shooting her back a look of determination.

"Oh, and how you do suppose you're gonna do that?" Yeri asks, clearly unimpressed with your attempts at threats and trying to look bigger, tilting her head with a look of challenge as she raises a brow.

"Oh, I don't know," you retort, your voice dripping with sarcasm, "I'll just get pictures and videos of you sneaking out. You know, because she totally wouldn't say anything about it if I showed them to her." You smirk confidently, thinking you finally slapped her with a "gotcha" moment, thinking this would so obviously have her rethink her actions, but your smug expression's wiped away with a confused face once you see her instead laugh at you. "Oh, and how do you think you'll take pictures of me?"

"With my phone, obviously?"

Yeri continues to laugh some more. "With what phone?"

You tilt your head at her, lost by her words and slide your hand into your back pocket only for your eyes to go wide, feeling the now hollow space where your phone once took place in not too long ago. You frantically feel through all of your pockets, making sure you didn't just misplace it, but the ongoing emptiness further confirms that you indeed do not have your phone on you.

You look back up at Yeri, your eyes growing furious once you notice her holding your phone up high in one hand as she silently flips you off with her other, and that stupid.. stupid oh-so-evil smile still displayed widely on her lips.

"How did you even— Give it back!" You reach out at her, clawing out for your phone but she continues to back away from all of your weak attempts, taunting it away from you in the air and behind her.

"You're not getting this back until I come back."

"Like hell!" You furiously lunge at her again, clutching onto her arm forcefully which causes her to lose grip and drop your phone on the kitchen tiling.

You both freeze, suddenly realizing what just happened and continue to stand in this awkward position, staring each other down intensely, making sure to watch each other's every move.

Silently, you two maintain eye contact, slowly backing away from each other,

continuing to maintain eye contact, slowly easing your way downwards,

continuing to maintain eye contact, your eyes burning fiercely into each other's souls..

..until you both quickly reach down to grab the phone!

You're this close to claiming it before Yeri's hand knocks it out of your unstable grip and snatches it up. Almost falling back, she flips you off once again and takes off down the hallway.

You chase her throughout your house, huffing furiously and out of exhaustion at her teasing words, calling you "too slow" or "that's all you got?" if she swerves you. The younger girl is only around a foot smaller than you, probably not even that, but that extra shortness definitely, and unfortunately, is a major benefit for her tiny legs, giving her an unnecessary boost of speed.

"Yeriii!" you shout as you watch her make her escape through the front door. You get ready to follow her out without any second thought, your rage blinding you, but stop yourself at the entrance once you realize your younger sisters are still upstairs in their room.

You can't just leave them in here all alone?!..

Or..

maybe..

you can?..

It’s only going to be for a second!

You bite your lip, hastily going back and forth with yourself until you eventually end up running out the door, making sure to close it behind you just so the girls don't try to get any ideas.

You take a brief scan around the neighborhood, trying to figure out which way Yeri could've gone until you then spot her in her driveway sitting in the driver's seat of one of her parent's cars.

You sprint down the road, making it to her house and run up to the car. "Yeri!" you growl, repeatedly pulling on the door handle and knocking on the window.

Yeri laughs at you, the window silencing her voice, while holding your phone up against the glass teasingly and forms an 'L' with a thumb and pointer finger to her forehead.

You yell out for her more, aggressively pulling on the door handle. "Yeri, I swear! If you don't unlock this door right now.."

Unlike you, Yeri only finds amusement in this situation and your anger, continuing to taunt you for a while until your yelling gradually starts to go from funny to annoying to eventually just unbearable to the ears, and honestly became quite a pathetic sight to look at. She slides the window down not even halfway. "Alright already! Calm down, sheesh! Don't break anything now."

You bang your fists on the window one more time out of spite before crossing your arms. "Yeri, give me my phone right now, this isn't funny!"

She taps her finger on her chin, looking up in thought and humming purposefully loudly as if this was just such a huge decision for her to ponder. "Fine. I'll give you it.. only if you decide to come with me, though."

You scoff, placing your hands on your hips, "Are you crazy? Do you really think I'm going to leave my sisters home all alone just so I can leave with you to do god knows what? Are you trying to get me killed?!" Specifically talking about your mother here, but knowing Yeri, whatever the hell she's trying to do also just might end up killing you first.

"Oh calm down. I've already let your sisters know beforehand all about this and told them to behave while I'm gone and you know.. they always listen to me so if I tell them to not cause any problems, then they won't. And of course, they wouldn't snitch on an amazing person like me, unlike other people.." Yeri mutters the last words, throwing obvious shade towards you.

You huff, knowing Yeri's correct about your sisters only ever listening to her authority even when you'd both be watching over them, but you still aren't convinced in the slightest that this is a good idea. Yes, they love Yeri and they'll mostly always listen to her, but to what extent? Who's to say they still won't end up blabbering everything to your mom even after "promising" to her?

"And how are you so sure they won't end up telling on you, despite that? You know, kids have loud mouths and those gremlins probably have the worst," you remind Yeri, but all she does is shrug you off, bubbling a confident laugh. "Oh trust me, Y/N, they won't say a word."

You bite your cheek, believing her to some degree, but your patience is running thin and you groan in annoyance, not caring much about her reasonings because either way they still don't change the fact that you don't want to go to wherever she's trying to sneak off to. "Come on, dammit! I just want my phone! Give me it!" Yeri rolls her eyes at your continued attempts as you begin to tug at her door handle once again.

"Welp, if you're not coming then I guess you're not getting your phone back." And with that, Yeri rolls up the window, purposefully ignoring your intensified movements with your continued assault on the car. You slam your palms into the glass, death glaring at Yeri's side profile.

You don't know what to do at this point, knowing that you have very few options to choose from, and absolutely none of them are to your liking at all.

You glance back and forth between Yeri and your house, thinking hardly about what you should do. You knock again on the window more calmly this time to grab her attention, and once she turns to you, you aggressively motion your finger downwards, signaling her to lower the window.

Yeri rolls her eyes, reluctantly rolling the window down. "Hm?"

"Where are you even planning to go?"

"It's just a little house party."

You scoff, even more annoyed now that she's being so selfish trying to leave for something as little and unimportant as this.

"Really? You're serious about to leave me all alone for a stupid party? Don't you go to enough of them as it is already?!"

"Not enough, actually," Yeri quips.

"Also.. no need to get so worked up because I already know you wanna come too."

You're suddenly confused. "Huh?"

"Don't look at me all stupid and oblivious. You can try to deny it all you want, but I've read you for a while now and I can see that deep down you want to be active and adventurous just like me; I know that you secretly crave the thrill, always wanting to sneak out of that boring house and live life, wanting to be a rebellious teen and have some fun like me.

Besides, admit it. I add a spark to your life because if you really think about it, your life is literally crickets when I'm not around: lame, so boring. I yawn just thinking about it." Yeri fans her hand over her mouth, exaggerating a forced yawn.

You shake your head firmly, denying all of her words.

"Come onnn," she trails in a teasing voice, "It's like a win-win benefit once you really think about it; you don't get to watch over any annoying kids and you can go enjoy yourself doing your own thing while I do my own once we make it there. We'll be back before your mom comes home, and if she tries to check up on the girls while we're still out then your sisters got us covered. I already taught them a plan for dealing with situations like that so they'll just alert me, me and them will do our thing and you won't have to worry about anything.

And also, just live a little for once, god. I promise it'll be worth it. Just give in to what you know your heart really desires.”

You stare at her blankly, groaning internally because as badly as you don't want to admit it, she's right. She's spot-on about every which way you're feeling and boy does that make you annoyed. Like ugh, why does she have to know you so well?.. And why is her convincing actually starting to work on you?

You turn to your house, glancing at it for a quick second before turning back to Yeri, throwing your head back with an exasperated groan. "Stay right here." You sprint down the road to your house again.

You open the door, peeking your head in and briefly look around the silent house before stepping back out, carefully closing the door and locking it.

You run back over to Yeri and knock on the window again. She turns to face you and rolls the window all the way down this time without saying a word, letting her knowing smirk speak for her.

You take in a deep breath, clutching your fists.

"You better not make me regret this."

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One of your biggest mistakes this day was trusting Yeri to drive. The music blasting through her car speaker was deafening, she was speeding down the roads although she tried to convince you she was "right at the speed limit," there aren't even enough fingers on your hand to count how many times she almost drove a red light and when she did stop at one of them she unbuckled her seatbelt and casually just started to strip her clothes, revealing the crop top and shorts she was wearing underneath..

She had to have been insane.

After a twenty-minute drive of what felt never-ending, you and Yeri finally pulled up to a grim neighborhood; all the houses barricaded with wildly grown trees, years' worth of uncut grass, busted windows, worn-out furniture thrown out on the lawns and gained nothing but eery vibes.. Where in the world had Yeri taken you?

"Yeri.." you mumble, feeling uneasy as she pulls up into the driveway of the least flattering house, of course.

Yeri giggles, haphazardly parking the car and swings her head to face you with a devilish smile. "We're here!"

You stare at her, silently spamming the lock button and shake your head. "And where the hell is "here?!" A secret location for serial killers to hide bodies?"

Yeri snorts, "Dramatic much?" She pulls down the driver's mirror and neatens up her hair. "This is where me and my friends meet up all the time, so as someone very experienced around this area, I can assure you that nothing dangerous goes on."

She steps out of the car and walks around to your side, swinging open the door. "Come on!"

You fold your arms, looking past Yeri and analyze all the naked trees, the beyond dead grass and the grayness of the sky only adding more to the bleakness of this neighborhood. Yeah, this place isn't promising in the slightest.

"Where's my phone?" you demand, choosing to stay put.

Yeri crosses her arms. "I'll give it back to you when we go inside."

"No! You only said that if I come with you then you'll give me back my phone. I came with you, and now we're here so give it!"

Yeri takes a step back, tilting her head. "Well, I changed my mind then."

You groan into your palms, leaning your head back and drag your fingers down your face, pulling down roughly on your skin. "Why are you like this?"

Yeri only laughs in response and walks away from you while you continue to whine and complain until you eventually bring yourself to step out of the car.

Yeri gets ready to approach the front door but turns back around. "Oh wait!" She skims over to the trunk and lifts it open, casually pulling out a mini dress moments later. "Put this on!"

You scrunch your eyebrows as she throws it so confidently and carelessly in your arms.

"And why do you expect me to wear this?"

"Because I don't need my friends to think I hang out with lame people. Since you don't have the right personality then maybe you at least can get the looks.”

You stare at her with your mouth fallen ajar, not knowing how to even respond to that insult.

"Now, go change in the backseat.”

"Fine," you huff, opening the door to the backseat and slip inside, "Don't look."

"Oh, I promise you I didn't plan on doing so." Yeri turns her back to you once you slam the door and covers her eyes. Quickly, you change from your sweats to the dress and slide out of the seat. "Done," you announce to her dryly.

Yeri flips herself around to face you, instantly smiling widely. "Woah! You already look tens times better than whatever you had on before.."

Her quips are going to be the death of you. "Oh, shut it."

Yeri goes on and makes her way back over to the front door.

Right after ringing the doorbell the door almost immediately opens for her, and she's about to walk inside until she realizes you're not with her. She turns around. "Hurry up! We don't have all day, Y/N!"

You let out your final groan of the day and approach the strange house, tentatively walking inside after Yeri.

The second you step in your nose is whacked with the strong odor of weeks worth of stale cigarettes, musk, must and other.. questionable things you don't want to figure out. You look around seeing a dark, empty living room with only the accompany of empty boxes piled on each other.

You fall into a coughing fit from all the dust particles, promptly covering your nose from the dank smell and glance over to Yeri confused and grossed out.

"Don't worry, we're going downstairs." Yeri doesn't waste any time waiting for you and walks off down the narrow hallway.

You follow close behind her through this maze of a house until you two finally make it to another door leading to what you assume is the basement. She forces it open and walks down the stairs with ease, disappearing into the darkness. You warily follow behind her, quickly catching up with her steps so you're not too distanced from each other.

The stairs dreadfully creak with each step you two make, fear continuing to eat at you as the squeaking gets so loud that it makes you believe this had to have been the first time in decades someone had been down here.

Fortunately, it doesn't take long for you two to make it to the bottom, and you continue to follow her through the darkness until you approach a closed door.

With a gentle turn of the knob, Yeri opens the door and instantly you two are greeted with low music, dim red lighting and the cheers of Yeri's friends calling out her name.

"Hey guys! Sorry that I couldn't arrive sooner, I had to deal with a few things earlier, but I'm good now. Also, this is Y/N"

The scattered people speak out in many "wassup"s and "hey"s while some wave at you. You quietly wave back, not able to see anyone clearly in this lighting.

"Okay, I'm gonna go do my own thing now. You can go do whatever.. or something. I don't know. Just don't do anything embarrassing." Yeri takes a few steps forward but turns back to you. "Oh, and here's this."

You look down seeing your phone finally being given back to you. About time. You narrow your eyes at her, biting back a remark before silently accepting your phone.

Yeri walks off to a random corner, so now you're left standing here all awkward and alone, looking around, trying to focus on anything that's going on. From the looks of this place, it just looks like an average bedroom, just way bigger. Hopefully, no one actually lives down here, though. It smells a little better down here too.. but it also reeks of weed, beer, and tryhards.

But hey! At least it doesn't smell like literal death like upstairs.

Not knowing what to do after standing here for a while, you follow the direction Yeri had gone before until you spot her and a few other people sitting crisscross on the ground with a half drunken bottle of soju comfortingly sitting in her hand. She places the bottle to her lips as she turns to look at you, sighing and patting the space next to her. You look side to side awkwardly, but comply, squatting down until you shiver from touching the cold floor.

After a few seconds of sitting silently to yourself, you avert your eyes low beside you, noticing a tattooed hand held firmly around Yeri's waist and trail your eyes up until you're left locking your eyes on the figure of a large man sitting on the other side of her. A man looking old enough for this gesture to seem very scandalous.

You choose to ignore it, though. You know, because that’s absolutely none of your business and you don’t want to make it yours so you just continue to sit in a longer silence.

As Yeri’s talking with her friends, she notices you in the corner of her eye, seeing how bored you look scrolling away on your phone. She turns over to you and taps your shoulder to steal your attention while offering her other hand out to you.

“Want some?"

You look down seeing Yeri holding out the soju.

You narrow your eyes at her.

Yeri narrows her eyes back at you.

“Hey! I’m just trying to be nice, so don’t look at me like that, trying to act all innocent 'n shit. I know.. you know you like to drink and you can't even try to deny it! Don't think I don't remember you and your little friend at homecoming that one time—"

You roll your eyes and place two fingers over her lips to shut her up from talking any further. Okay yes, you can admit, you might sip on alcohol from time to time if it's present at a function, but you have to go home right after this. There won't be any time to get rid of the smell and who knows how you'll act if you get too drunk? "But what if my mom notices or finds out I drank?"

"Who cares about your mom?" Yeri snaps.

"You're here right now and that's all that should matter or be on your mind. So just relax and let loose. A sip won't hurt you." Yeri teases the bottle closer to your nose, luring you in with the intoxicating peachy musk.

You know you shouldn't be doing this, you really know you shouldn't be, but before you can realize it, you're already chugging the remaining of the bottle. Her friends around you cheer you on as you down the last swig of that peachy goodness and soon before you know it you're already on your next bottle.

Quickly, your nerves are cooled and you start to warm up around Yeri's little friend group, doing nothing much but talk, sing along to music and drink.

You're not much of a lightweight so you can feel yourself gradually getting drunker as the hours roll on, but not drunk enough to where you're easily about to let Yeri slide you a cigarette.

"Woah woah— I don't want that! I've never even smoked before!" you say, pushing Yeri's hand away. Her sensitive body slumps back into the wall from your light push and she groans, slurring out incoherent nothings under her breath. "Come on, Y/N!" Don't be lame! There's always a first time for everything!"

You hesitate at her words, slowly reaching your hand back out and taking it. Well.. you've already come this far, right? How much could a little nicotine hurt you?

Yeah, your faded mind at the moment doesn't realize how horrible that sentence actually sounds.

On your first try you completely fuck up, inhaling the hot smoke way too quickly and immediately get attacked with violent coughs. You reject Yeri's offer on giving the cigarette another try, but you eventually give in and follow her lead this time.

Soon, you pick up the steps, catching on quickly and you're now a natural like Yeri, so you continue on the rest of the afternoon getting wasted and smoking more of your brain cells and dignity away.

—

After hanging out with everyone and getting to know more about Yeri you start to consider that maybe.. Yeri isn't as annoying as you thought she was? She’s honestly really chill so maybe..

..Just maybe.. you two could actually become friends?

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{Hours later}

You groan, feeling a sharp pain in your neck as you sit up from the wooden ground.

You rub your eyes with a sigh, realizing you must've passed out and look down at your watch, adjusting the blurriness of your eyes as you try to make out where the hands are pointing.

"9:05 p.m..." you mumble drowsily to yourself, resting your wrist back down and lean your head against the wall. It takes but a few seconds later for your clouded mind to realize what you’d just said, immediately sobering up and force your sore body up once more, glancing around the room in a panic. "Holy fu— oh my god, Yeri! It's past nine! We need to go, like now!"

You crawl over to the knocked-out Yeri and violently shake her until she shoots her eyes awake in a blurry panic. "Wha— what?!"

"Yeri, it's NINE. P.M... You said we were already supposed to be back home way earlier than this!

We need to leave before my mom finds out!" You seize hold of her wrist and quickly drag her up to her feet, not considering beforehand on how feeble and weakened her body state is from all the earlier intoxications. She inches closer to you in a staggering walk, struggling to catch her own feet. "Calm down," Yeri slurs, "I doubt she's even—"

Her reassurance is interrupted by the repeated buzzes of your phone vibrating on the ground. You quickly reach down to grab it and once you turn the screen over to check what’s causing it your eyes are sunken to a look of horror.

30 missed calls. 25 message notifications. 2 voicemails. All from 'Mom.'

Your face goes ghostly pale, your heart beats irregular patterns as your legs jitter beneath you.

It's already too late.

"What?.." Yeri mumbles cautiously once she notices your sudden change of face.

"My.. My mom.." you respond with a shaky voice.

"I'm fucking dead."

—

The two of you anxiously walk up to the door, you being more of a nervous wreck, and hesitantly lift your fist to knock.

You place your hand back down out of fear but it doesn't save you from the anticipated confrontation once the door suddenly swings open, a pissed mom immediately coming into view. It's like she was summoned.

You don't dare to look at her, keeping your head down in shame as you drag your feet inside, Yeri promptly following behind you.

When lifting your head slightly, you can spot your sisters sitting on the couch, all looking directly at you with mischievous grins.

You knew it! You just knew they were going to rat you and Yeri out to your mom!

At least this time Yeri can finally get her long overdue karma, even if it costs you getting punished too..

You and Yeri stand side by side, looking down with guilty faces as you wait for someone.. anyone to say anything! The tension is palpable, the atmosphere so thick you could probably cut it with a knife, the room sits quieter and it seems as if you can feel your mom's fiery stare boring into your soul.

"You two better get to explaining. Right now."

You open your mouth to try defending yourself, to muster anything, but nothing comes out, no matter how hard you try to form a sentence.

You turn to Yeri, your eyes seeking her out for any assistance to help calm this mess down. She looks at you with fear in her eyes, but nods understandingly and turns back to your mom.

For a few seconds, you finally feel relieved, but your short-lived happiness is ripped into tiny shreds once your heart sinks, the next words coming out of her mouth leaving you speechless.

"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Park! I didn't want to leave, I promise, but Y/N kept egging me on and pressuring me to go out, she even stole my phone and kept it until I was given no choice but to sneak out with her to this weird house party in some odd neighborhood!"

"—Yeah. Y/N told us that she was sneaking off to a party and didn't want us to tell anyonee!" one of your sisters suddenly decide to add in.

"What?!" you gasp, looking around in confusion, like you were suddenly taken into a different universe.

You mean, you have to have been, right?..

Because there's no way in hell you're actually being put to blame for all of Yeri's actions right now..

Right?!

"She got me into smoking and drinking with her even though I've never done a thing like that a day in my life! I wanted to call you and tell you about this sooner, but she was acting insane and didn’t allow me to! At some point she somehow convinced me that none of it was a big deal, stole my phone again and made us stay at that place for hours and hours! I was so nervous and scared!.." Yeri feigns a sob, a singular tear rolling down her cheek as she looks at your mom with pleading eyes.

You can't believe your ears.

Your mouth is fallen in shock, looking at Yeri in disbelief. Not only is she flipping this whole story on you, but she’s adding more things that she herself didn’t even do to you and exaggerating these things and the things she actually did to the point that it makes you look like an actual monster!

Your mom turns to you, absolute fury embedded in those squinted eyes. You can try saying she's "disappointed" in you, but nothing can downplay the anger boiling deep inside her. You can practically see steam fuming out of her ears. "I can't believe you, Y/N."

She can't believe you? You can't believe her! Your mom is really falling for Yeri's lies.

"What? No! Yeri's lying right out of her ass! She did all of these things, from taking my phone when I was the one trying to call and let you know that she was sneaking out, to persuading me to smoke and drink with her!

Look, we both know I’ve never been the most perfect daughter, but even you know that I would never do such horrible things like that to anyone.. so why are you believing her so easily?" Your voice cracks, struggling to hold in the tears of betrayal and anger.

"Yeri's the devil! She's a good-for-nothing bitch who does nothing but always try to make me look like the villain! I've done nothing!"

Your mom struts over to you, taking a hold of your wrist and storms off with you toward the stairs.

"I'm beyond sick of this disrespect, Y/N!" her grip on you tightens, "You lie on Yeri for your wrongdoings, you're trying to teach your younger sisters to lie for you, you're sneaking out and leaving your sisters at home all alone for hours, you've been smoking and drinking behind my back so now you're trying to bring Yeri down to your level so that you don't have to be the only one at fault?

How can someone be such a bad influence?"

Your mom throws you into your room. "Give me all of your electronics because you're grounded. And you can forget about going to any more school events for the rest of the year too."

You burst into tears, pleading and insisting to her that you didn't commit any of these actions, but she just won't open her ears. It's insane how she's more in favor of believing this brat who she's known for barely a year rather than her own daughter.

Your bleary eyes look through the space between your mom and the door, noticing Yeri standing at the bottom of the stairs eavesdropping on you. You two make eye contact for only a second, but that short period doesn't stop you from seeing that devilish glint in her heartless eyes and that devious smirk on her lips, full with the intent of nothing but evil. Not an ounce of sympathy to be found.

You zone out for the remainder of your mom's fuss, your face gradually contorting into a glower, thinking deeply about how tricked you feel.. how betrayed.

You always knew Yeri was a troublemaker, a menace, but never did you think she'd go this far with you, especially right as you thought the two of you were finally getting along.

But it's okay because now you understand that you've been too easy with her..

letting her get away with ruining too much stuff..

so as of now, this has become war.

A war of revenge.

And you're going to do everything and anything you can to let karma bite her back in the ass so painfully that she'll never want to mess with you again.

— Seulgiwifee ໒꒰ྀི♡˵ᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈ ꒱ྀི১

#red velvet #red velvet imagines #yeri #kim yeri #kim yerim #yeri imagines #yeri x reader #kim yerim x reader #kpop imagines #kpop fanfic #fem reader #kpop gg #kpop

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woliefairr · 2 months

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❀𝆬 red velvet ( yeri ) lockscreens.

✩ – se pegar : curta, siga & reblogue !!

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nanawritesit · 2 years

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Red Velvet Imagine: The Moment They Realize They’re In Love With You

Irene: The first time you hold her hand

It was going to be her first time meeting your friend group, and she was pretty much having an internal anxiety attack. Irene had never been great at first impressions, she was surprised she even managed to get you as a partner after your first meeting when she had spilled her drink all over you at a party. She wanted so badly for your friends to like her, and she was just so scared of blowing it.

She kept it all inside around you, not wanting to spoil your fun with her anxiety. She fiddled with the hem of her skirt and bit her ruby red lip, looking over at you from the passenger seat. You looked so excited and relaxed, she couldn’t possibly ruin this for you.

But somehow, you knew exactly what she was thinking. As you pulled into the parking lot, she was about to exit your car when you reached over and took her hand in yours. As you smiled at her warmly, she realized this was the first time you had done this particular gesture. Normally, you would share a hug or a peck on the cheek. Holding hands wasn’t something you two usually did, and it made this moment special for her. It was exactly what she needed in a moment of weakness.

“Hey, everything’s gonna be okay Rene. My friends aren’t the kind of people to judge you based on a first meeting. And even if they did, I’m sure they’d see nothing but the beautiful, kind, fun woman that I see.” you told her, rubbing your thumb along the back of her hand.

She gave you a small nod and smiled brightly, squeezing your hand a bit. “You’re the best. I love you.”

You couldn’t help but break out in an ear to ear grin at her confession. “I love you too. I guess our relationship just got serious huh?”

She giggled, then let go of your hand. “Come on, let’s go have some fun my love.”

Seulgi: When you play with her hair until she falls asleep

She had been ridiculously overworked lately. Red Velvet had just released their new album and she was already preparing for another comeback with GOT the beat. She barely had enough time to take care of herself, let alone sleep a decent amount.

You hated watching her struggle and wanted to tell her to slow down, but it was hard when she was doing something she loved so much. You didn’t want to stand between her and her passion for performing, but it wasn’t easy watching her run herself ragged. Plus, you didn’t get to spend much time together.

Like tonight, she came home even later than usual, still wearing her dance practice clothes and completely exhausted. She threw her duffel bag down with a heavy sigh, then threw herself down on the couch next to you. Her head went straight into your lap, making you chuckle.

“Rough practice, bear?” you asked, turning your attention towards her.

“Of course.” she grumbled, nestling into the plush of your thighs. “Three hours in the studio followed by three hours of dance practice, then doing it all over again for my other group? It’s a little rough.”

“Awh, I’m sorry babe.” Your hand instinctively went to her head, making her freeze. You started running your fingers through her hair and lightly rubbing her scalp. She didn’t know how, but it was making her feel the most relaxed she had felt all week.

“Mm, that feels so good honey.” she whimpered, relaxing every muscle in her body until she was completely limp in your lap.

“My poor baby…” you began, petting the back of her head. “You must be exhausted if something this simple is making you relaxed. I wish you wouldn’t push yourself so hard.”

“I suppose I could ask for a break…” she groaned, half asleep. No one else in the world would ever have been able to get through to her like you did. If anyone else asked her to take a break, she would have laughed in their face. But with the way you were playing with her hair, she was starting to see the appeal of spending less time at work and more time with her partner. Soon, she was seconds away from passing out on top of you. “I love you so much Y/N.”

You were taken aback at her confession, not knowing how to respond at first. You kind of just panicked and looked around the room frantically for a while, then stammered out a response. “Do you really mean that Seulgi?”

There was no response, and you were scared you had offended her somehow.

“Bear, I said are you sure?” you asked, rolling her towards you. It was then that you noticed, she was fast asleep in your lap. You smiled to yourself, then patted her head. “I love you too babe. Enjoy your rest, you deserve it.”

Wendy: The way you look at her when she gets all dressed up

You had both been invited to one of your closest friends’ weddings, and were very excited for the chance to dress all fancy and party. Right now, you were waiting in the living room for your girlfriend to finish getting ready, just scrolling through Instagram on your phone.

“Honey, do you know where my clutch is?” you heard her ask as she entered the room.

“Yeah it’s on the-“ you stopped mid-sentence as you looked up at her. She was absolutely stunning in her tight fitting black dress, her long, fit legs adorned with tights that led the eye down to her sexy red bottom heals.

“What’s wrong?” she chuckled, tucking a piece of her bob behind her ear hesitantly.

“Nothing, it’s just…” you got up and started walking towards her. “You look absolutely gorgeous, honey. Makes me speechless.”

She could drown in the look in your eyes right now. There was so much admiration in your expression, from your big, sparkly eyes to your bright, toothy grin. No one had ever looked at her like that, like truly looked at her. It was like you were taking in every little detail of her and loving it all unconditionally. It wouldn’t have met so much if it was from anyone else, because she… she loved you.

She didn’t feel comfortable telling you until after the wedding. You were both sitting under a pergola under the starry sky at the reception, drinking wine and talking.

“Y/N, I need to tell you that I’m in love with you. It’s okay if you don’t want to say it back, but I thought you should know. After all, no one looks at me the way you do.”

Joy: When you protect her from a stranger

You were having a date in the city, just walking around from shop to shop, when all of a sudden you got a call from work. Apparently your coworkers needed help with an issue that only you knew how to solve, and they wanted you to pop in for a bit while you were in the city. Joy was perfectly fine with it, after all it would only take a few minutes.

You gave her hand a quick squeeze before disappearing into your workplace, leaving her to wait outside. After she had been standing there for a few minutes, a man approached her and began hitting on her. When she refused, he started to get violent and try to drag her away.

“Hey, get the hell away from her you asshole!” you practically roared, sprinting out from the doorway towards them. You immediately ripped him away from Joy and stood protectively in front of her, still gripping onto the man’s arm tightly. You looked him dead in the eye as he struggled in your grasp. “If you ever touch my girl or any other woman like this again, I’ll rip your damn arm off, you hear me? Now get the hell out before I call the authorities.”

The man ran off like the coward he was, and you immediately turned around and hugged your girlfriend with a sigh. “Thank god I came out soon enough, are you okay? He didn’t hurt you did he?” you asked, putting your hands on her cheeks and examining her face.

Instead of looking scared, she looked very calm, and was looking up at you with the widest for eyes. “You just protected me from that guy. You must really love me.” she said dumbfounded.

You widened your eyes before chuckling nervously, dropping your hands back down to your hips. “Yeah, I do. I love you Joy, that’s why I can’t let anything happen to you.”

“Well I love you too Y/N. I just can’t believe it took some random creep harassing me for me to realize it.” You both erupted into laughter, letting your foreheads fall against each other. You shared a chaste kiss, then looked into each other’s eyes lovingly for a moment.

“Come on, let’s continue our date.” you told her, gesturing towards the sidewalk. “No more interruptions, I promise.”

Yeri: When you share everything with each other

The two of you always joked that if a stranger walked into your shared bedroom, they wouldn’t be able to tell who’s side was who’s. There was a mutual understanding that what’s yours is Yeri’s and what’s Yeri’s is yours. Your dressers were a perfect blend of each other’s clothes, and the vanity was covered in shared beauty products and perfumes. You guys shared everything. Makeup, hair ties, sunglasses, shampoo, shoes, books, food… it was all mutually owned, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

One particular night, Yeri was sat on the bed helping you get ready for a night out with your friends.

“Y/N babe, if you pair those embroidered jeans of yours with my leather jacket, that outfit will really stand out.” she observed, smiling at you through the reflection of your mirror.

“Oh that would be so cute!” you squealed, getting changed. “I bet your yellow shoes would look perfect with this. And where did you put my black handbag?”

“Let me get it for you, I took it out a few nights ago and left it in the kitchen.” you explained, getting up and leaving the room. She quickly found the handbag on the counter and made her way back to your room. However, the sight of you caught her off guard, making her freeze in the doorway.

“What do you think?” you asked, holding out your arms to show off the completed outfit.

She shook her head in disbelief at how wonderful you looked. “I think you need to stay home because everyone’s going to be checking you out in that.” she giggled, holding your bag out to you. “You look hot as hell in a combination our stuff. It’s like… we belong to each other you know. I love that. And I love you.”

You scrunched your your nose in a smile, putting your hands over your face. “Kim Yerim, did you just confess your love to me?” you squeaked.

“I did.” she told you, wrapping her arms up around your shoulders. “Do you love me back?”

“Of course I do.” you giggled, feeling happy tears prickle your eyes. “You know, maybe I don’t need to go out tonight. I’d much rather be with the woman I love.”

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tzuyusluv · 9 months

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❥ Soft Things Red Velvet Does

Irene

• Makes you food and irons your clothes like how she did for yeri

• Does correct your grammar but isn’t as harsh with it as she is with others

Seulgi

• Teaching you her ghost walk and pranking people with it

• Showed you 28 reasons before it released and gave you a special album where she wrote a sweet message in it

Wendy

• Does a quiz about you where she gets every answer right and then asks for a kiss as a reward

• Taking you to her radio station and having you sit and watch her

Joy

• Calls you her joy and happiness

• Has your voice as her alarms so she can hear you everyday even if you aren’t in the same city as her

Yeri

• When watching her movie/tv show, she’ll tell you about the behind the scenes and how she had a picture of you two together in her trailer

• Begging sm to give her a solo so you can have it as her specific ringtone

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eunjidrabbles · 7 months

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Red Velvet Reactions to:

6th member releasing a solo and supporting them wholeheartedly

Fidgeting around with your phone in your own breakroom, you took a breath before looking up at the mirror to check at your attire and makeup again. Normally, you would have your members by your side reassuring you that you looked great but this time, it was different. You were about to head out into the first interview of promotions for your solo, and for the world to have their first listen at the song you’ve put your whole heart into.

Joohyun/Irene

Did someone call for a coffee and snack truck? That's what will greet you when you step out of the studio. You'll find all your favorite snacks on the menu and a banner with a group photo to congratulate you on your successful solo release and well wishes for you to top the charts. Your leader would want for you to remember to still take proper care of yourself during the hustle when she can't be around when you're on your solo schedules to promote.

When you finally get back to the dorm? You'll be greeted with her proud smile and even as the rest of the members would rush forward to congratulate you, I'm sure you'll still pay attention to the table of your favorite dishes that she made just to celebrate your success.

Seulgi

Seulgi.zip is her precious baby and you were now a part of it. She wouldn't take no for an answer and would pout and pester the managers until they allowed for you to do at least a day of promotions on her show so she can mark it down the special occasion in history. Be it your first solo or anything coming next, she had told you that she has you booked and it is a must to go to her so she can have something planned for your next appearance.

There will be moments when both of you are just staring at one another before struggling to keep your laughter in, but end up bursting out in infectious laughter that spreads across the small studio. Seulgi wants you to know that she is your safe space, as do the studio directors and staff who learned to love you as much as she does.

Seungwan/Wendy

You could only grin widely at her from across the table as she mirrored your expressions before laughing and sorting out her cue cards and notes in front of her. Did you honestly think you won't be featured in her radio show just so she can proudly boast and compliment you to the rest of the nation? At every possibly opportunity, she will be playing your song and slipping in references from your song into her topics and it adores you to hear how excited her voice and mannerisms get when promoting for you.

Promotion season over? Think that will stop DJ WanD from playing the song on the radio? Think again. She's proud to say that her member wrote and sung the song with all her heart and the whole world will hear it.

Sooyoung/Joy

Stepping back into the dressing room, you'll find yourself surrounded by your favorite flowers and a tall hamper of goodies sitting on the table. If you paid closer attention, you'd find that they're all snacks and even alcohol that both you and Joy enjoy having together when you have your occasional hangouts where you'll talk and drink through the night.

Sitting near the hamper, you'll find a card with just a simple "Call me" written with a lipstick mark next to it. When you finally do give the video call, she would whine about how long you took, before bombarding you with questions if you've received her gifts and if you liked them.

Yerim/Yeri

It’s best that you don’t question how, but her shout of “Surprise!” definitely gave you a shock when you opened the door back to your dressing room. You were pretty sure that everyone else in the group had their schedules filled for the week of your solo promotions so to see another member throwing confetti in your face when you stepped through your door lit up your mood.

You can’t help but grin widely as she mirrored your expression before you were engulfed in a tight hug. What better way can Yeri show you that she is proud of you by being right there for you? Of course, she would find ways to clear her own schedule for your very first solo debut. Nothing should stand in her way of that.

#red velvet reactions #red velvet scenarios #irene imagines #irene scenarios #seulgi imagines #seulgi scenarios #Wendy imagines #wendy scenarios #joy imagines #joy scenarios #yeri imagines #yeri scenarios

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wint3rcowboy · 1 year

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ㅤ𝆅🫁ㅤㅤꜲ⃞ㅤㅤ дефтонㅤㅤㅤㅤ..ㅤ𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔪𝔞𝆊𝔨𝔢𝔯ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ⏝︶ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ✷

#red velvet #corean icons #moodboard #icons #kpop #yeri red velvet #kpop idol #big mood #kpop moodboard #bpd mood #black velvet #yeri icons #yeri imagines #current mood #red velvet icons #red velvet yeri

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retrievablememories · 8 months

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only have eyes 42 | yeri, taeyong (m)

pairings: vampire yeri x fem black reader, vampire taeyong x fem black reader summary: it’s surprisingly easy to be seduced by two benevolent strangers who fill in the empty spaces of your life—especially when you have no clue of their true nature. genre: romance, vampire!au, 1800s!au word count: 4.3k warnings: mentions of traditional gender roles/pressures to get married. blood consumption. kissing. biting. sexual tension. no full smut but suggestive content so MDNI. virgin!reader i guess? taeyong’s kind of a simp. voyeurism/eavesdropping. more creep behavior from taeyong. did i unintentionally write sugar mommy!yeri? well. undercurrents of manipulation/deceit. yeri and taeyong are fake cousins. gonna very tentatively put infidelity here just in case, although yeri and taeyong are both in on everything that’s happening between them and y/n, so… a/n: this is a sequel of sorts to “steal you,” set a few years after the initial events, with a different MC…as the previous one is dead. i unintentionally retconned some things in the original fic while writing this, but whatever!

note that precise historical accuracy wasn't the aim here, since these are only vignettes/scenarios and not a full story (yet?)

there’s a lot of background context that’s not (explicitly) mentioned here, so i'm thinking of writing a larger fic for this? we'll see...this is really just self-indulgent bisexual thoughts lmao 🙃

Days spent running the dress shop with your mother and youngest sister are often hectic and occasionally slow, but rarely are they fun. At least not for you. The kind customers make up for the rude and impatient ones, but there is only so much smiling you can do when your mother’s friends and acquaintances keep stopping in to ask you Have you found a suitor yet? or I can still arrange a meeting for you with my son, if you’d like!

Both your sisters had already found husbands. Your middle sister married at 20, and you hardly see her anymore since she went to live with her husband’s family. The youngest married at 19, but her husband still allows her to keep working at the shop because of how much she enjoys it—and because all money she earns goes directly to him, of course.

With you being 24 and having already rejected more than one proposal from men you hardly knew, everyone has been breathlessly expecting you to follow suit. You try in vain to ignore their expectations. You aren’t sure you’ve ever felt any romantic love for another person before—not the way your sisters or others describe it—and though the mounting pressure vexes you, you are mostly okay with that reality. You can’t miss what you’ve never had.

Until, one day, a particular woman walks into the shop.

You haven’t seen her in the shop before, or anywhere else around the city, and you are certain she would’ve remained in your memory if you had.

Years from now, when you think back to how this inscrutable woman altered your life’s path, you’ll remember this first day so clearly—all because it was raining. It was not the type of bone-soaking downpour you’ve always hated, but a gentler shower.

A man accompanies the woman, carrying a delicate pink and white umbrella above her head as he opens the door for her. When she steps inside, some water droplets roll off the umbrella and onto her pinned-up black hair, making her shiver when they reach her neck and slide into her collar. That small motion makes you smile in amusement before you can stop yourself, and at the same time, you catch her eye. She takes your expression as a welcoming smile and returns the gesture.

With her smooth skin, perfectly curved Cupid’s bow, and captivating eyes, she is remarkably beautiful.

You do not know who the man is, just assuming him to be a servant by the way he is holding her things and attending to her, but you find your eyes also lingering on him, despite yourself. He has a nice side-profile reminiscent of one you’d see in a painting, with a sloping nose, a handsomely formed bone structure, and plump lips. The second thing you notice is that his clothes are of a higher-quality than many of the servants you see daily; maybe he isn’t one at all. You’d gotten so into the habit of making (usually correct) assumptions about the shop’s patrons.

“Good morning. Fine weather today, isn’t it?” you say with a laugh.

The man gives an answering chuckle. “If you like nearly being washed into the gutter, maybe.”

“You’re endlessly dramatic,” the woman comments, raising a gloved hand to check for any more water droplets in her hair. Even her small movements are graceful in a way that comes naturally.

“...So, how may I assist you?” you ask, giving them both your attention while trying to avoid seeming like you’re staring.

“My lovely cousin Yerim here—” The man pinches the woman’s chin, and she sweeps his hand away in shocked annoyance “—is incredibly indecisive and has made me take her to every dressmaker on this side of London, so I do hope you have something here that catches her eye.”

“It’s not been every dressmaker,” Yerim clarifies, rolling her eyes with a small grin. “But your dresses in the window seemed exceptionally pretty, so I was curious.”

“Oh, of course. There are more fabrics like those, if you’ll follow me.”

You and Yerim look over the rows of available fabrics, and you give some recommendations on patterns and colors you think would fit her. She listens diligently as you talk, as if she couldn’t be more interested in anything else. A bit flustered by the attention, you end up keeping your eyes on the fabrics more than on her face.

As you’re explaining a particular material, she grasps the edge of the fabric you’re holding, brushing her lacy-gloved thumb across it until the digit bumps into the side of your hand. She giggles discreetly and only moves her hand away—causing the lace to slide across your skin—after it’s already lingered for what’s considered a little longer than normal.

You struggle not to pause in your speech as your mind stalls on that moment, giving her an apologetic smile when you stammer anyway. You don’t yet understand why you’re reacting like this, but the meaning will become clear to you in due time.

“You’re certain Taeyong won’t mind being left behind?”

He’d been accompanying the two of you on your walk through the park, which is scarcely filled with people at this time of day. Everyone else is at work, which you normally would’ve been too. Except for Yerim—who had enough money that your impromptu free day could be easily pulled off, and who’d nearly begged you to come out with her by offering to pay for two days’ worth of your earnings. It was a difficult overture to reject, and your mother had surprisingly few complaints about it. Not when part of the money was also going into her own purse.

Now, it’s just you and Yerim walking along the path together, as Taeyong had become preoccupied with ogling at a family of geese sunbathing in a field. You think it’s a bit eccentric how he always gets lost in excitement over stray animals and pets and the like, but that’s just how he is. You aren’t actually concerned about him being left behind, but more so because he’ll complain to Yerim about her “stealing you away” for the rest of your outing if you let him.

Yerim’s deeply rose-pink lips draw up in a smirk, and she rolls her eyes. “He’ll be quite fine by himself. Believe me, he survived well long before me.”

“You two seem to get along quite well. Most cousins I know have a world of problems between them. Families are so aggravatingly complex.”

Yerim gazes ahead down the path, as if she’s suddenly lost in her thoughts. Sunlight peeks through the lace trimming of herhatand creates shadowy patterns on her face. She often wears one of her pretty hats or even uses an umbrella when she steps out during the day, claiming her skin burns easily. “We both want the same things, so it makes it easier to relate to each other.”

“Well, now that’s intriguing. What similar things do you both want?”

Yerim looks at you, turning her body toward you with the motion, and you feel like you’ve suddenly got the sun bearing down on you in all its fullness. She slips her hat off, as if doing so will help her see better, and grasps the brim of it in her gloved hands.

“Life,” she replies, and though she doesn’t explain further, it feels like the type of answer with a world of meaning behind it.

“Life,” you repeat, and you try not to sound incredulous or mocking. “I would think you’d already experienced any spoils of life you could dream of and then some.”

“There’s always more.” Yerim says it with the subtle intensity of someone who harbors a constant hunger just beneath the surface, a yearning that even you can pick up on. It makes your skin become hot, and you internally chastise yourself because you’re sure she doesn’t intend it how you’re assuming. “Don’t you want more, too?”

“I suppose so,” you answer.

“Do you?” Yerim asks again, like she wants you to expand upon your response.

“The dress shop is fine,” you say, though that doesn’t feel truthful, “but it…would be nice to travel the world.” You speak the first desire that comes to mind, which makes it seem more real now that you’ve acknowledged it aloud.

“Hmm, wouldn’t that be nice? You could do just that.” Yerim comes to a stop in the middle of the pathway, and you do too, looking back at her to see why she’s paused. Yet again, she doesn’t give any hint about how doing just that could be possible in your current circumstances.

She twirls the large, lacy hatin her hand and holds it up in front of both of you, so that if anyone were coming from the other direction—say, another park visitor, or Taeyong—they wouldn’t see your faces. “But, even more importantly, there’s something I want to show you. Close your eyes.”

Her voice is measured and secretive. Her eyes are mischievous. The air thickens between you in the few seconds that you stare at each other within the concealment her hat provides, and it surprises you how quickly you come to the conclusion of what this something must be.

“Here?” you murmur.

Yerim nods, her face betraying no apprehension, only sweet anticipation. “Close your eyes?” she asks again. And so you do, your lips twitching into a small smile before you try to assume a straight face.

While you’re looking at the backs of your eyelids, you hear her heeled boots shuffling in the dirt and feel her presence growing closer. There’s a pause, an exhalation like she’s laughing without sound, then the press of those rose-pink lips upon yours.

This lovely woman who’s always in your shop, with a face you can hardly look away from and an ever-present magnetic aura, has her mouth over your own, her free hand grasping your waist earnestly. Her mouth is gentle and warm, and that familiar rose petal scent envelopes you.

It’s the first time you’ve kissed each other, but it feels like you’ve already done this multiple times before. The nerves you expected to feel are not there—there is only the soft familiarity, the fragrance of her perfume, and the warmth of her hand on your waist.

It’s a short kiss, which you try not to feel disappointed about. Yerim understands your desire and finds it amusing. She offers you a knowing smile, but she won’t give you any more unless you ask for it, and right now, your pride is still too stubborn to allow that. You’re still unsure why this lavishly moneyed woman is wanting to spend so much time with you, or what the mysterious things she says mean, or if there could be something else to all of this. What something else is, though, you have not a clue.

It wasn’t your intention to spend the night at Yerim’s home. But after you finish an exhausting day of tending to customers and working on complex sewing projects, she brings you to her house for the first time to have dinner. And you get so caught up in eating and touring every nook and cranny of the place—which really wasn’t as large as you expected it to be—and even playing a game of cards with her and Taeyong, that she insists it’s too late at night for you to go back home. Surely, you could wait until morning for them to return you to your own residence before work?

Before you know it, you are lying next to Yerim in her bed during the dark and early hours of the morning, gazing at the rest of the room through the wispy fabric draped around her canopy bed. You could’ve slept in a guest room of your choosing, but somehow, you’d been talked right into her bed. And it did not take much convincing for you to acquiesce.

“Are you happy?” Yerim asks. She hasn’t bothered to climb under the covers, and neither have you. She lies down with her arms folded across her stomach, knees bent, and toes curling absentmindedly into the comforter. This position makes her nightgown pool around her waist, exposing the length of her legs under the opposing candlelight and moonglow. You try not to stare. You don’t know how she has this much energy at night, as her body has hardly stopped moving since you began getting ready for bed.

“Yes, actually…I had a lovely time this evening, despite the earlier exhaustion.”

Yerim smiles. “I mean in general. Do you fancy working at the dress shop? You told me it was ‘fine,’ but you always seem so…unlively when I come in—in that split second before you notice my presence…”

“What do you get out of being that observant?” you ask, somewhat jokingly.

“It means I know everything.” She says it with some air of seriousness, as if she were truly granted omniscient powers you weren’t aware of. You only blink in response. “Now, why do you look that way?”

“Maybe I am just…stressed.”

Yerim turns onto her stomach and props her head up on her arms, using her pillow as a support, and your own stomach involuntarily tumbles with her gaze fixed on you. “What distresses you?”

Glancing up at the patterned ceiling, you close your eyes for a long moment and let the ensuing darkness surround you. It’s somewhat comforting. “My mother is anticipating that I should find a proper husband soon. We make money from the shop and live fairly comfortably that way, but she insists I must have a man to take care of me, like my sisters.” You sigh deeply as you continue with, “And bear children, of course.”

Yerim laughs like you’ve told a joke she can’t believe, and you are startled, as nothing you’ve said is particularly amusing.

“Shall we find you a proper husband who will support you handsomely, then?” she suggests through a giggle.

Your brows draw together, and you turn your head to look at her and those errant eyes. “Who?” You begin to regret mentioning this at all, wondering if she’ll actually use her social standing to contribute to the effort of marrying you off to some wealthy stranger. Surely, this will not be the culmination of your friendship…

Yerim moves so that she’s on her hands and knees now, and she doesn’t stop shifting until she’s hovering over you. You watch with eyes growing wide as her arms cage you on either side of your body, her legs sliding between yours. “Me. I will be the proper husband who supports you handsomely.”

Finally, a hesitant yet amused grin disrupts the prior confusion on your face. “Really? And who will approve of that?”

“That hardly matters. We’ll need no one’s approval.”

Her hair falls over her shoulders and dangles in front of you, and you part it like a curtain to brush away the shadows obscuring her face. Her visage is half-shadow and half-candlelight, reminiscent of an oil painting. The glitter of her eyes and the glint of her teeth as she smiles are sharp, as if you could be physically cut by these flashes of light, and your chest stirs with something like unease for a moment. You don’t know why.

Your voice is quiet when you say, “You won’t find any opposition from me, then.”

“In that case, close your eyes again.”

“Why? Perhaps I don’t want to lose this view.”

Yerim draws her index finger across your lower lip. “I’ll give you a gift—one like that day in the park.”

Your heart stutters at the thought. “Do what you will,” you murmur, letting your eyelids slip down.

The same hand that was on your mouth takes your chin in a loose grip, and you make a small noise when she lowers her body flush against yours.

Her kiss is no longer soft or brief. Her lips press against yours as if she means to meld every part of your beings together, her tongue slotting itself into your mouth, and you accept the proposition.

You kiss until your lips hurt, though that’s more likely from the way she keeps biting your bottom lip until she draws blood—and then she kisses you even more feverishly as if she’s invigorated from the bloodshed, the primal quality of it. It makes your lip sting, but you realize you like the sensation.

Her body continually shifts against yours during your embrace, and by the time she separates from your mouth to give your neck a wild, messy lick, your underwear has grown damp and your legs knock clumsily into hers. Dizzy with lust you’ve never encountered before, you find you’re unable to do anything but lie prone and let her do what she wishes to you.

Meanwhile, Taeyong stands outside of the door as still as a statue, listening to the now-familiar sound of your blood rushing and your heart pulsing—the unique rhythm of every human’s blood that defines their very existence. No two bodies are ever quite the same. The sweet music of your blood is punctuated by your small murmurs and moans, and he doesn’t need to press his ear to the door to hear clearly, but the absurdly human desire to do so is still there, if only to get closer…

He knows that Yerim must realize he’s out there, listening in like a pervert, and he does not care.

You’re sitting at Yerim’s kitchen table sewing a rip in a scarf of yours when you prick your finger on the needle. You drop your materials from the shock of the sudden injury and hold your finger, watching blood bead up on the pad of it as it throbs with pain. Taeyong is away from the kitchen counter and by your side before you even register it, and you are slightly startled by him sliding into the seat next to you.

“What?” you ask.

“Can I see it?”

“Is there any gauze?” you ask, showing him your finger.

Taeyong carefully grasps your wrist with both hands. “For this little wound? It’ll stop bleeding in minutes.” There’s a certain urgency to his movements and his tone that makes you curious. “All it needs is this.”

Taeyong presses his lips to your finger as if to soothe it. You’ve licked your own cuts after the many times you’ve been pricked while sewing, but to have someone else do it, and in such a manner, was…strange. The action enflames your body; it seems oddly more satisfying than it should be to him, as if he gets some kind of bizarre gratification from it. He inhales deeply and doesn’t move his mouth; he just keeps it pressed against the cut until he finally moves your finger away, the sphere of your blood broken and smeared across his lips. He drags his tongue across his lower lip to rid it of the blood smear, and your body twitches; you want to look away. You feel like you’re witnessing something obscene and private you aren’t meant to see.

You don’t say anything as he takes a handkerchief out of his pocket and wipes the rest of the blood away from your finger before quickly tucking the cloth back into its place. You wonder if he’ll wash it; it’ll be ruined by your blood otherwise.

Unbeknownst to you, he will take this handkerchief out in the privacy of his room later that night and press his face into it, breathing in the faint scent of your blood and imagining the faded taste of it on his lips.

“Are you well?” he asks.

“...It still hurts. I didn’t think a silly kiss would help,” you answer, and chuckle quietly to try to defuse the nerve-wracking atmosphere of that earlier moment.

“Fine, hold on a minute.”

Taeyong finds gauze in another room and comes back to wrap a small piece of it around your finger, protecting your cut from the outside world. Afterwards, you’re about to slip your hand out of his when his grip tightens, and you pause.

“What’s troubling you?” you ask, already knowing something is amiss from the furrow in his eyebrows and the tension in his body that wasn’t there before.

Taeyong drops his head, pressing his forehead to your wrist, and you think he might sob or collapse for no apparent reason. Alarmed, you’re about to speak again when you realize this isn’t the case; he lifts his head so that you can see him lower his lips to your hand again. He kisses the back of your hand in a way that’s markedly different from his previous touch; this one is more sensual, intentional in its purpose to rouse a response from you. His mouth trails a path down to your uninjured ring finger, and you observe silently as he bites the tip of it softly.

“I’m jealous of you and Yerim…” The confession comes out in a sigh, like it’s a sound his body needs to release rather than a thought-out sentence.

“Jealous…” It’s not a question, as you already had an idea of this in the back of your mind, but you don’t know why he’s chosen now to mention it.

“I’d also like to know just how soft your lips feel, or what they taste like…” Taeyong keeps kissing the tips of your fingers and your knuckles slowly, almost like he’s pretending your hand is your mouth with how engrossed he is in this task. You find this shameless display simultaneously embarrassing and appealing in some deep part of yourself; it’s the way he prostrates himself before you, flays open his hidden desires to you. “I’d like you to touch my body the same way you touch hers…I’d like to make you moan desperately the same way she does, late at night when you believe me to be asleep.”

Your only answer is a rough exhalation. Your dress feels uncomfortably hot; you wonder how he knows of those things. Does he stand outside the door? Listen at the wall? You didn’t realize the walls were that thin around here, and you think maybe you should be more put-off by his unabashed eavesdropping.

“What do you say to that?” he asks, lifting his head to look at you.

“I say it’s rather pathetic,” you answer, meaning it wholeheartedly—and for some reason, the pitiable state of his desire makes it more alluring to you. There’s a thoughtful pause between the two of you. You make no move to reject him when he leans closer, staring at your lips. One of his hands releases yours and touches your throat instead, his fingertips splaying to rest above your pulse.

“Then allow me to make myself appear even more pathetic in your eyes for just a moment.” Taeyong’s so close that his lips almost brush yours when he speaks. Your mouths connect only for a second before the front door opens. That brief touch of his lips to yours is all you receive.

The separation between you widens to its original innocuous breadth as Taeyong sits back in his seat. He is placing your hand back into your lap when Yerim walks into the kitchen a few moments later, and she abruptly stops in the doorway. You think she must be upset because she has somehow figured out what transpired. In actuality, she is cross because of the lingering smell of your blood in the air, which your human senses can’t pick up.

“Yerim…” you say, your throat feeling choked. You two hadn’t spoken seriously about a relationship, especially not with the dilemma of your mother still hunting for a husband for you and the fact that you’d both be shunned, but you realize that kissing your lover’s cousin is probably not the way to go about things.

Yerim walks over to the two of you and greets you as she normally would. “Y/N,” she says calmly, stroking a finger against your cheek; there’s always some part of her body touching yours whenever you meet. The same hand lands tightly on Taeyong’s shoulder afterwards, and the smile she gives him is close-mouthed and unnatural. He looks up at her with a face that isn’t guilty, but more curious and slightly irritated. “You haven’t been hurt badly, have you?” she asks, glancing at the gauze on your finger.

“Oh…no. It was just a pinprick,” you say, tentatively picking your sewing materials up off the table. Yerim’s tension rescinds when she notices the sewing needle, though her gaze towards Taeyong stays suspicious. “I…think I’ll just go and put this away for now.”

The two wait until you leave the room to speak in barely audible tones.

“Remember our arrangement,” Yerim whispers, unable to keep the disgust out of her voice.

“You’re eager to lambast me for bloodshed I didn’t even cause, yet you drew her blood on her first night here. Who exactly has forgotten themselves?”

Yerim’s tone is perfectly matter-of-fact when she responds with, “I have more self-control than you—as all the unsuspecting human women of London you’ve ravaged are well-aware of your lack.” She levels Taeyong with a deadpan look. “She wasn’t in any danger with me that night.”

“You’re fond of drawing this dance out beyond reason, and then you have the audacity to be surprised when one’s patience wears thin.”

“Then maybe I’ll return to finding prey on my own if you’re so worn thin. Do recall that you’re the one who asked me to help you sweep up all your mess from the beginning, so I’d speak more carefully if I were in your place.”

“Just unbelievable,” Taeyong mutters as Yerim brushes past him without a second glance. His fingers twitch over the pocket where the blood-smeared handkerchief rests, but he dismisses the urge to pull it out now.

Self-control, he thinks. You have no monopoly on self-control.

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PRINCESS + YERI!

— warning. vanilla sex, yeri!bottom, fem reader, uso de dildo, smut, sexo lésbico, nipple play e mais. . .

— word count. 1.518K

— plot. yeri é a sua menina especial, atende todos os seus pedidos, até mesmo os mais indecentes possíveis, mas vem sendo uma menina muito malcriada.

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o que houve com a sua yeri fofinha? que obedecia todas as suas ordens e não te deixava sem o seu agradinho, a sua garota estava longe demais rindo alto e jogando papo fora com algumas “amigas”.

primeiro que você havia deixado bem claro que essas amigas delas não eram boa companhia, segundo que o combinado era apenas vocês duas, apenas vocês, mas não adianta nada, sempre faz isso para provocar você, mas hoje, você promete que ela não escapa, nas outras vezes ela usava algo como desculpas esfarrapadas ou os olhinhos de gatinhos fofos.

— “ye, vamos hum? temos que sair amanhã, não podemos chegar tarde em casa” avisou para a mulher calma e baixinho apenas para ela ouvir, mas a mesma levantou e falou mais alto. — “eu não quero ir agora, você pode ir na frente e eu peço para a joy me levar” falou e você logo levantou também, queria levar ela para casa e fazê-la pagar por isso, sempre faz questão de mencionar o nome da garota que você mais tem ranço de todo aquele grupinho, pois ela está sempre dando em cima da sua menina e faz de tudo para que aconteça uma briga entre o casal, inclusive a mesma já teve um caso com a sua yeri, viu quando ela tinha um sorriso quase invisível em seu rosto, ela amava quando isso acontecia, logo a mesma levantou e fingiu uma preocupação. —“pode deixar que eu levo ela, eu avisei que ela poderia ir comigo, mas se isso for atrapalhar é melhor ela ir com você..” falou passando o braço por cima dos ombros da garota em sua frente, já a yeri não ficou nada contente com a fala da amiga. — “mas jojoy… eu quero ver os seus peixinhos novos que você comprou” a mesma falou com um biquinho nos lábios, você apenas respirou fundo e ignorou as falas da mesma estava tão irritada, mas tão irritada que poderia matá-la naquele momento. — “bom, se for assim, você pode ir com a sooyoung, mas caso mude de ideia rápido, eu vou estar esperando no carro apenas por cinco minutos!” falou e pegou a bolsa, yeri achou que você iria demonstrar mais ciúmes ou que ia ter um ataque, mas você ignorou todas as táticas dela.

já dentro do carro estava querendo voltar lá e fazer a garota pagar da pior forma possível, mas desistiu quando escuta a porta abrir e bater não tão forte rapidamente, já olhando para mesma sente o cheiro horrível de bebida barata invadir o seu nariz e o perfume horrível da joy, olhou para o rosto dela que tinha um sorrisinho idiota no rosto. — “achei que fosse explodir lá, quando chegar em casa vai me bater?” você apenas a ignorou e deu partida no carro, olhava de vez em quando para a figura ao seu lado com um olhar mortal, estava querendo matá-la ali mesmo, yeri sabia disso, queria te irritar o máximo para que depois descontasse nela. — “vai me ignorar agora? só porquê eu preferia ir com a jojoy?” continuou dirigindo. — “sabe amor, naquela hora que você saiu ela tinha me chamado pra ir na casa dela pra fuder e voltar a ser a bonequinha dela… mas eu desistir” você apenas murmurou um “hum” e continuou dirigir, a garota que estava do seu lado estava inquieta, sempre soltava indireta ou subia mais o vestido para provocá-la. — “você desliga o carro, eu vou entrar.” apenas falou isso e saiu do carro.

ambas já haviam tomado banho, cada uma em um banheiro diferente, você com os cabelos úmidos penteava os mesmo, olhando para o espelho e percebia que a mulher atrás mexia no celular e soltava algumas gargalhadas altas. — “ye, eu estou tão cansada… você poderia fazer massagem em mim?” falava mas a garota ignorou você, odiava quando isso acontecia, já estava perdendo a paciência com ela, levantou rápido a cada passo era possível demostrar o ódio que estava sentindo dela. — “eu não estou pedindo, eu estou mandando kim yerim” falou pegando a mas nova e apertando o pescoço. — “você sabe que odeio essa sua malcriação, o que eu fiz ein? o que deu em você pra ficar me desobedecendo!?” estava com raiva muita raiva. — “mamãe… eu gosto quando você me fode com raiva, é bem melhor…” a mais nova falava com dificuldade, apenas soltei seu pescoço e deitei na cama.

deitou de costa para mesma na tentativa de dormir ou pelomenos estava querendo dormir, mas o ser que estava do seu lado não queria saber disso. — “yeri, me diga o que você quer, você está se remexendo e está me atrapalhando!” a mais nova te abraçou e tocou em seus seios por cima da blusa, sabia muito bem o que era. — “eu quero mamar mamãe” falava manhosinha, você apenas se virou pra ela e a olhou brava. — “vai lá pedir a sua ‘jojoy’ eu não vou te dar peitos…” yeri soltou uma risada um pouco escandalosa, ela sabia que você estava brava. — “mas amor… eu não quero ela, eu quero você e apenas você, deixa eu mamar neles, hum?” falava isso enquanto subia um pouco a blusa acima dos seus seios, como estava sem sutiã a mais nova aproveitou, deixou beijinhos na barriga e subia cada vez mais. — “eu não sei se devo fazer isso, está tão malcriada, você não merece meus peitos…” falava mexendo nos cabelos dela. — “eu prometo voltar a ser a sua menina linda, prometo que serei a sua menina especial…” falava com os olhinhos brilhantes, logo puxou os cabelos dela pra que botasse na boca os seus seios. — “eu quero suas massagens aí… seja uma menina boazinha e me obedeça”.

depois de um tempo a mais nova estava à cada vez mais solta, mordia, lambia e chupava forte, os seus seios, você apenas murmurava baixinho o nome dela, ela amava, estava bom, a garota estava em cima de você passeava a mão pelo seu corpo, a única coisa que cobria vocês era o lençol que estava em cima de ambas, enquanto isso a mesma se esfregava em uma das suas coxas gemia baixinho, estava sentindo molhar ela cada vez mais. — “vem cá… deixa a mamãe ver como está a sua bocetinha, hum?” falava passando as mãos pelos cabelos loiros, a mesma apenas parou de chupar murmurava algo que você não conseguia escutar, mais sabia que ela não havia gostado, com a boceta da mesma na altura de seus seios, te fez suspirar, estava molhada tão molhadinha, que tolinha, estava assim apenas esfregando nela? passou um de seus dedos pela boceta da mais nova e ela estremeceu. — “está assim tão rápido? aposto que não vai aguentar eu fudendo você ou vai?” os olhos da garota se tornaram cintilantes, você sorriu para a mesma também, enfiou dois dedinhos, o que fez a mais nova suspirar. — “eu aguento mamãe… você pode meter em mim, eu deixo” você sorriu, como assim. — “haha… você é tão engraçada minha menininha, você deixa? quem disse que você manda aqui?” parou os movimentos e deu um tapa em cima do clítoris inchado. — “a sua boceta é minha, quem manda aqui sou eu!”

tirou a mais nova de cima de você com cuidado e abriu a gaveta onde escolheu um dos brinquedos que ela gosta e um plug anal. — “anda vira o rabinho pra mamãe” falou e logo a mesma fez o que você pediu, passou o plug pela a sua boceta na intenção de molhar com o mel da garota, o que deixou todo molhadinho. — “eu vou enfiar devagarinho tá amor?” falou enfiando devagar, mas ela estava impedindo. — “amor, solta, solta bebê…” falava alisando as nádegas da garota. — pronto bebê, já foi, já foi” desferiu beijos entorno da bunda da mesma, ela logo se virou pra você com os olhinhos chorosos. — “logo vai passar bebê, agora senta aqui amor” falou apontando para baixo. — “mas vai doer…” você pegou a garota e deixou beijinhos pelo rosto da mesma.

— “mamãe… mais rápido, mais, mais ma-mãe” a garota falava em baixo de você, já tinha comido ela em todas as posições possíveis, de lado, costa, frente, todas. — “ mais? você quer mais minha princesa?” falou indo devagar fazendo com que ela não gostasse. — “então fala pra mamãe, fala, fala pra mamãe que eu sou a melhor que aquela idiota da sooyoung, hum? fala e a mamãe faz o que você quiser” parou as estocadas deixando beijinhos pelo pescoço da mesma. — “mamãe…não fale assim da joy” falava defendendo a amiga. — “então se prefere a sua amiguinha eu vou pa-” a mais nova te interrompeu. — “mamãe… eu te amo” falou, você sorriu. — “mamãe, você é melhor que a sooyoung…. mas por favor mais rápido” enfiou na mesma dessa vez mais rápido e forte o que a fez soltar um gemido alto, desferindo beijos pelo pescoço e peitos da menor, chupava a carne da garota.

— “a mamãe promete ser mais cuidadosa na próxima” falou fazendo carinho na garota que te abraçava, estava tão boba e incapaz de falar se quer uma única palavra. — “não quero que isso aconteça de novo, okay? você é minha e apenas minha!”

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notas. foi o primeiro pedido que eu entreguei, eu espero que o anon tenha gostado 💜, estou um pouco nervosa por ele ser o primeiro que eu fiz, mas é isso, um beijo da maior reveluv do site :)

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