#ahn yujin x fem!reader

[kittyl1z]

sub!yujin x dom!reader

top!yujin for a second but not really

oh yujinnie would definitely have a foreign girlfriend... and she would be so down for you... at first yujin would be so shy, learning about this awesome culture of yours, wiling to learn your language and even your home foods to try and doing them herself, hardly adapting to physical touch but as time goes by she would be more and more open to these things! and she was fascinated to learn about it from you. enough to say that you were baby's first time.. 🥺

the very first times having sex with yujin was all so lovey-dovey, filled with i love you's and tender kisses, but then she discovered it could be way more than that and puppy was excited to try it! soon enough, tables turned and the once shy and calm subby yujin became dom!yujin... and it's all your fault because you teach her. right after one of her performances, she was feeling herself a bit too much and of course she had to share it with her lover! and let's be honest... she KNOWS the power she holds. "honestly, i looked so sexy in that stage." she would say. "yes you did baby, you look hot." but then she looks at you like 🤔 because she doesn't see you having your hands all over herself, so it looks like she has to be the one in charge. and she loves it. 🤭 yujin would crawl into your lap, leading your hands right to her ass, pulling you by your neck and pouting and you. are you gonna take any longer to just fuck her already? she kisses you. a passionate kiss, those that she adores because you were the first one to kiss her like that. her tongue quickly dominates, giggling when she felt your breathy moans. yujin wasted no time.

she was breathless in bed, her legs wrapped around your waist while she was desperately trying to hold onto whatever she could. "this is what you wanted, right doll?" you ask and the only thing you hear back is her whimpers. "to be fucked like this.." your fingers were fucking her with no rest, not taking too much time in feel a knot in her stomach already. "a–agh, r–right there..!" but as much as yujin would want to be the one in control, it all comes back to you 🥺 to the only person that knows her that way. yujin spreads her legs and now your fingers hit her g-spot so perfectly, she whines in response and her nails dig into your arm when your thumb caresses her clit, leaving red scratches that wouldn't heal so soon. "t–too much.. too much!" she manages to say, and if it wasn't because she did so well performing, you wouldn't go so easy on her. she sobs, bitting her bottom lip not really knowing what to do at the overwhelming feeling. "it's okay, baby, you can cum." so after a few more rough thrust into her cunt, she cums in your fingers. yujin close her eyes trying to calm her breathing, her whole body trembling when your mouth go down in her to clean her up, swallowing her fluids and leaving kisses on her clit and thighs. "i did well, r-right?" she asks you in a thin voice. "you always do, yujinnie."

[siawritez]

don’t cancel me for this pls i’m just a weak little gurl clearing out my sinful drafts…honestly? i wouldn’t even be mad if annyeongz pulled me into a hotel room and took turns filling me up and fucking me stupid. like. respectfully.sorry if this melted your brain (it definitely melted mine writing it).

Title: Between the Lines of Obedience

Pairing: g!p Yujin x g!p Wonyoung x shy manager!reader

Warnings: double Penetration (front + back)overstimulation,nipple play,oral (r giving),sweet dirty talk,Shy sub!reader, creampie,Semi-public risk

The hotel suite was quiet, lights dimmed to a golden hue, city skyline blurring behind rain-slicked windows. You stood near the edge of the bed, arms nervously folded over your chest, eyes avoiding the two idols lounging on the couch across from you.

Wonyoung was stretched out in her black tank top and matching shorts, legs crossed, lips curled into a playful smirk. Yujin, seated beside her in an open button-down and briefs, ran a lazy hand through her hair, gaze heavy on you.

“You’re really cute when you’re nervous,” Wonyoung purred, shifting forward with a slow, predatory grace.

“I-I just wanted to remind you both to rest early. You have press at—”

Yujin cut you off with a deep chuckle. “You always take care of us, don’t you, manager-nim?” She rose, towering and broad-shouldered, her frame casting a shadow as she stepped in close. “But you look tense. You want us to help you relax too, yeah?”

You swallowed, eyes flicking down without meaning to—and then quickly away. Both of them were already hard, their bulges thick and unmistakable, straining against their clothes. You felt heat crawl up your neck.

Wonyoung came up behind you, pressing her body to your back, her hands sliding under your shirt. “You’ve been staring all week,” she whispered in your ear, voice silky and low. “When we’re rehearsing, when we’re sweaty… You think we don’t notice?”

“I wasn’t—” you tried, breath catching as her hands cupped your breasts through your bra. “I didn’t mean to…”

“She’s shy,” Yujin said with mock sympathy, reaching out to brush your cheek. “But your body’s honest. You’re already warm.”

Wonyoung unclasped your bra in one fluid motion, letting it fall away. Your nipples stiffened in the cool air, and she pinched one softly, then harder, drawing a gasp from your lips.

“Bed,” Yujin ordered gently, voice like velvet-wrapped steel. “On your hands and knees.”

You hesitated for a heartbeat—then obeyed, heart thundering, crawling up onto the plush mattress as both girls undressed behind you.

The sound of clothes hitting the floor was followed by the bed dipping under their weight. You felt Yujin’s hands spread your thighs from behind, her cock thick and veiny, rubbing against your folds. At the same time, Wonyoung leaned over you from the front, her shaft brushing against your lips as she cradled your face.

“Open,” she cooed. “Just a little taste first.”

You parted your lips, taking her head into your mouth. Wonyoung sighed, thumb stroking your cheek. “So pretty like this…”

Behind you, Yujin pressed in slow, her girth stretching you open. You choked slightly around Wonyoung’s cock as your body adjusted, your walls fluttering at the pressure.

“You’re doing so well,” Yujin praised, her voice more tender now. “Taking me so deep already.”

Wonyoung rocked forward gently, letting you take more of her, your throat working around her. Your moans were muffled, pleasure overwhelming your senses as your body was filled in two directions.

Yujin thrust deeper, building a slow rhythm that had your arms shaking, your eyes watering. Wonyoung moved with her, matching her pace, her hand tangled in your hair.

They weren’t rough—at least not yet. It was teasing, controlled. A slow burn meant to break you apart.

“Look at how she’s drooling already,” Wonyoung giggled, sliding her cock from your mouth just to watch the strings of spit stretch between you. “Messy baby.”

“Let’s give her more,” Yujin murmured darkly. “Think she’s ready?”

You didn’t even have time to respond before Wonyoung moved behind you too, kneeling as Yujin held you still.

You whimpered as Wonyoung’s cock slid along your ass, then pressed inward, breaching you slowly while Yujin stayed buried inside. The pressure was unbearable—stretching you in both holes, completely full.

Your hands clenched in the sheets, toes curling. “F-fuck,” you gasped, breath ragged.

“You’re so tight,” Wonyoung groaned, kissing the back of your neck. “Taking both of us like that… God, you’re perfect.”

“Such a good girl,” Yujin praised again, wrapping a hand around to rub your clit in slow circles. “Letting us use you like this.”

They moved in sync, Wonyoung’s thrusts matching Yujin’s, your body trapped between them. Every movement forced breathless sounds from your lips, your vision swimming as waves of pleasure crashed through you.

You came once—then again, and again—your body shaking, voice hoarse from moaning. They didn’t stop.

“Too much—” you whined.

“Shhh,” Wonyoung whispered, her voice sweet and cruel. “You can take it. Be good for us.”

Yujin’s hands were on your tits now, kneading them roughly, pinching your nipples until you sobbed with pleasure. “You love this. Being full, being ruined.”

Your body was a mess—slick with sweat, dripping from both holes, your mind blank with overstimulation.

“I-I’m cumming again—!”

Both of them drove into you harder, chasing their own highs. You felt Wonyoung twitch first, her cock pulsing as she filled your ass, gasping your name. Then Yujin came inside your pussy, a low groan rumbling from her chest, thrusting deep as she spilled inside you.

They collapsed with you in their arms, both still buried inside, your holes stretched and overflowing.

“Mine,” Yujin whispered against your ear, brushing damp hair from your face.

“Ours,” Wonyoung corrected with a smirk, kissing your temple. “You belong to us now.”

You could barely nod, trembling, breathless, but completely wrecked in the best way possible.

[melanchoire]

Request: Your parents set up your brother and Yujin together and they’ve been dating for a little while. (But, she ended taking a liking to you instead)…So, he decided to invite you all over to his house to have dinner together so he could introduce her to them. During dinner she teases you under the table but before she could take it too far you excuse yourself to the bathroom and she comes up with an excuse to excuse herself too…

cw: age gap (legal), bathroom + mirror sex, fingering, mommy kink.

sooo yujin is your older brother’s soon to be girlfriend. they met through their parents since they knew each other through work stuff but they had a good bond, and well, during a friendly dinner but also to discuss business matters, both brought up the subject that they had children and it just so happened that they were both the same age. after each parent told their respective child about this, yujin and your brother decided to give it a try and they clicked instantly!!

your brother used to talk about you a lot and yujin was fascinated by the things he said. she didn’t know you personally, only through the things your brother told her or what your parents told theirs during their get–togethers

once your brother and yujin started dating but not yet with a totally official title, he proposed that yujin properly meet his parents. she thought it was a little hasty because they didn’t even have an official title yet, but she let it go because it wasn’t something that really bothered her

yujin leaving the office early so she can go to the toy store and buy a nice present for her boyfriend’s little sister 🥰 she is so sweet... yujin doesn’t care about the price and doesn’t even have a problem spending a high amount of money on a doll because she’s doing it from the heart

upon arriving at her boyfriend’s parents’ house, yujin waits at the door, being greeted by her soon to be mother–in–law and her soon to be father–in–law and boyfriend on the couch

your mother tells her that dinner is almost ready, then when she calls your name because you were in your room, and yujin is more than smiling as she holds the gift bag in her hands 🥹 but the smile slowly fades from her face when she sees a girl who is clearly not a kid coming down the stairs wearing a tight tank top and the sluttiest short shorts…

yujin is thankful that she was taller than you because from another person’s perspective she was just looking down on you because of her height, but in reality she wasn’t so sneakily catching a glimpse of your tits through the collar of your pajama top ☺️ she’s so charismatic and charming, smiling at you as you two exchange words for the first time, using a friendly facade when the dirtiest and most depraved thoughts are running through her mind…

and of course she feels frustrated after meeting you! she can’t believe that your parents and hers introduced her to your brother, and not you, someone so much better than him in every field! yujin heard you talk for the first time at dinner, and even though it was the first time you two had met, she felt much more attracted to you at first sight than she did to your brother after so many cheesy dates

so when your brother invited his parents to dinner at his apartment to tell them that they finally made their relationship official, she thought it would be a good idea to be able to connect with you too 😉

yujin being the one to open the door when you finally arrive at the apartment and being greeted with the image of you having your hair styled in the prettiest way and wearing the shortest and tightest dress possible 🫠 she doesn’t even try to hide it, devouring you with her gaze and giving you a grin followed by a low whistle

“looking good, hun. you’re getting prettier every day.” and you think it’s just a compliment because it comes from your brother’s lovely girlfriend, not knowing that every day that passes she hopes it’s one day less so she can fuck you

during dinner yujin talks about her studies after your parents asked her, she comments that she finished her degree recently and finally works in what she always dreamed of ❤️ but noticing that you’re very quiet she turns to look at you and asks if you’re studying or something, and when you tell her that you’re only in your first year of college, the little sanity that was left inside her completely breaks

“awww, you’re still a baby…” and her hand slides up your thigh and gives it a squeeze while smiling sweetly at you

yujin teasing you under the table, sneaking her hand under your dress and touching you through your panties, slowly and torturously massaging your clit through the soaked fabric of your ruined underwear

and you wonder how she is doing this and absolutely no one at the table seems to notice 💀 she’s having a conversation with your parents and brother while shamelessly playing with you…

until you can’t stand it anymore and you practically run away to the bathroom after apologizing to your parents, who, well, sent yujin after you to check if you were okay because they were worried when they saw that you looked agitated and nervous

when you look up from the sink because you were wetting your face to try to calm down, you meet her gaze through the mirror 😳 you don’t remember hearing the door open or anything that would let you know she was there with you

you would have tried to turn to look at her if it weren't for the fact that she is faster than you and rushes to get behind you, pressing her chest against your back while her hands rest on the sink on either side of your sides

“you look so gorgeous tonight… did you get this pretty just for me?”

and she doesn’t let you answer either because suddenly her hands grab your tits from behind and she pushes you against her body while she whispers in your ear

“just be a good girl for me, will you? make mommy proud.”

yujin fingering you in front of the mirror and making you look 🥴 three long fingers pumping intensely in and out of you, your legs weren’t able to keep you standing and you would have fallen to the floor if it weren’t for her body pressing you against the sink, one arm around your waist and her hand working between your legs while the other is holding your face so you can see your own reflection

i also see her as the type who will let go of your face for a moment and gently pat your face when your head is falling or you just can't keep your eyes on the mirror in front of you “c’mon darling. don’t act bad now, you’re doing great. eyes on me, okay?”

but the moment she notices that you’re trying too hard she decides to close her hand over her mouth, saying “go ahead baby, make all the noise you want. mommy will take care of this.” as if it weren’t that she’s fucking you so roughly with her fingers that there’s an obscene splash that fills the silent bathroom and you’re pretty sure it’t audible through the door

and she enjoys it more than anything when you finally cum on her fingers, juices running down your thighs and wetting yujin’s entire hand up to her wrist ☺️ she will even make you watch through the mirror as she sucks on her fingers, cleaning your juices off her digits while humming softly and staring at you

and your parents and brother look happy when the loving girlfriend and her boyfriend’s younger sister start having girls’ nights ❤️ they think that it is a healthy relationship between the girlfriend and her sister–in–law where there is no rivalry or falsehood

but of course, they don’t know that after those expensive outings and luxurious dinners where yujin takes you, she drags you to her apartment to fuck you all night long: eating you out until she is satisfied, fingering you until she feels like you’ve come too much on her fingers and the sheets are soaked beneath your hips, and fucking you silly with her strap on until you cream on it and your body falls limp on her bed, although yujin will surely make you clean her cock with your mouth and shower you with praise because because she knows you’re having a hard time trying to get the whole thick strap into your mouth

[siilent-wanderer]

Again and again

Pairing: actress! ive x actress! reader

Prompt: The script said one kiss, the drama showed one kiss. But the leaked behind-the-scenes footage? Hmm...

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Yujin

The Nation’s It-Girl, Korea’s Favorite Lead

coming-of-age romance

yknow just two childhood best friends who reunite as adults, rekindling their feelings after years apart

Yujin plays the effortlessly charming, slightly cocky female lead

she plays it so well that sometimes you wonder if she’s even acting

the kissing scene is supposed to be a slow, lingering one

JUST ONE single, meaningful kiss before you both pull away

but in the behind-the-scenes clip, Yujin kisses you once…

then twice…

then three times in succession, grinning as she leans in AGAIN

"Director-nim, I think I forgot my lines. We should redo this," she jokes, right before pressing ANOTHER soft kiss against your lips

you hear the staff definitely snickering in the background

the clip goes viral instantly

"SHE'S SO OBVIOUS??? GIRL WAS HAVING THE TIME OF HER LIFE" "yujin’s method acting is just... wanting to kiss her co-star over and over?? that's kinda sus" "we all saw her SMILE between kisses. Yujin, be fr”

in an interview, Yujin just smirks when asked about it

"I just got really into character”

"Or maybe you just didn’t want the scene to end?”

“Maybe," she says, dimples showing

that knowing smile and those twinkling eyes. iykyk

Gaeul

The Respected Actress Who’s Known for Elegance

historical sapphic romance

your characters are from opposing noble families, bound by duty but helplessly drawn to each other

her character is graceful, composed — until it comes to you

the kiss is supposed to be a gentle, chaste press of lips before she pulls away

in the behind-the-scenes footage tho…

Gaeul stays close, her lips brushing yours a second time…

then a third

her hand lingers against your cheek as she murmurs, "Just one more."

the director eventually yells, "CUT — Gaeul, that was not in the script!"

Gaeul just smiles, eyes still locked onto yours. "Wasn't it?"

the video of her very unscripted kisses spreads like wildfire

"Gaeul is the definition of a hopeless romantic." "sis said 'I’m staying in character' but that was just her real emotions cuz wdym jUST ONE MORE” "HER LITTLE SMILE AFTER THE KISS !!! SHE KNEW WHAT SHE WAS DOING"

when asked about it in an interview, Gaeul simply tilts her head and says, "I think the scene needed more... emotion."

Rei

Rising Star with an Intense Fanbase

soft and slow-burn romance

from being enemies to falling deeply in love

Rei plays the cold, tsundere-type lead who only softens for you

the script calls for one short, hesitant kiss

instead, the clip that leaks shows Rei lingering, hesitating

but then leaning in again for another kiss

and another

and another !!

she lets out a breathy, nervous laugh against your lips and whispers:

“I think we should try it one more time. For, uh, realism."

the comments go insane

"REEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIII GIRL, THAT WASN’T NECESSARY" "she was acting like she had a crush ON HER ACTUAL CO-STAR" "we got FOUR kisses instead of ONE like Naoi Rei, do you want to explain??"

during a live broadcast, Rei’s face turns bright red when Joy asks about it

she hides behind her hands before stammering, "I-I was just in the moment!"

Wonyoung

The Goddess of K-Drama, Korea’s Sweetheart

glamorous and dramatic romance

filled with longing stares, fancy gala scenes, and breathtaking confessions

Wonyoung plays the rich, untouchable CEO who falls for the heir of another company a.k.a. you

the script said the kiss scene is meant to be a slow, tension-filled moment

Wonyoung was supposed to barely brush her lips against yours before pulling away

but in the leaked behind-the-scenes clip, she doesn’t pull away

like, at all

instead, she kisses you again

and then? again

she smiles against your lips, completely breaking character, and murmurs, "I can’t help it, you’re too pretty."

the internet obviously loses it

I mean, it IS Jang Wonyoung

"wonyoung was just indulging herself at that point like that was the gayest sht I ever heard her say" "She literally whispered sweet nothings between kisses. Is this even acting?" "Jang Wonyoung took 'one more take' as 'ten more kisses' and I respect that"

in an interview, Wonyoung just giggles and winks at the camera

"Oops?"

Liz

The Lovable Actress Who Plays the Best WLW Leads

cozy, heartfelt romance

just two childhood best friends who realize their feelings after years of quiet pining

Liz plays the warm, affectionate, best-friend-turned-lover role too convincingly

the kiss is meant to be a soft, fleeting touch of lips

in the leaked video, however, Liz doesn’t stop

she pulls you in closer, her hands resting on your waist as she deepens the kiss, tilting her head slightly like she wants more

she even lets out the softest hum before breaking away, her gaze locked onto yours

"That felt natural, right?"

the staff erupts in laughter because who even says that after breaking character?!

the clip goes insanely viral with fans saying:

"y/n better check if she still has her heart because I’m pretty sure liz just stole it" "Her hands were so gentle… so soft… so tender… I am on the floor" "Kim Jiwon, sweetie, that was NOT 'just acting’"

when asked about it, Liz just laughs sheepishly

"Hmm, I guess I got… a little too into the scene?"

Leeseo

The Rising Star Who Masters the Best Slow-Burn Romances

soft, heartwarming coming-of-age romance

two childhood best friends navigating the bittersweet transition into something more

Leeseo is the endearing best-friend-who-loves-you-more-than-she-says

the moment of realization is meant to be subtle

just a lingering glance, fingers brushing, an unspoken understanding

but in the leaked behind-the-scenes clip...

Leeseo doesn’t let go of your hand, her thumb gently tracing over your knuckles

she tilts her head, her voice softer than usual when she asks, "Do you really not feel it?"

then, without thinking, she reaches up, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear, her fingertips barely grazing your skin

the director yells "CUT," but Leeseo stays still as if she didn't hear a thing, her eyes still searching yours for something unspoken

the clip spreads like wildfire online and fans absolutely lose their minds:

"Leeseo’s gaze alone deserves an award. Why does it feel like she’s actually in love??" "dude the way she hesitates before pulling away??? this is NOT just acting y'all" "Can we talk about her voice breaking a little?? Like, she ACTUALLY meant that line" "WHY did she tuck Y/N’s hair behind her ear so gently? I am unwell oml"

when asked about the scene, Leeseo just laughs

"Hmm... Maybe I was a little too in character?"

A/N: no kissing scene for leeseo, she's still a child in my eyes 😤

[pupyuj]

dubcon pervy! g!p gym trainer yujin who touches you on parts she’s not supposed to?🤤 you’d be bent over the equipment and she’d press her hard cock against you with her fingers ghosting right above your breasts but that’s ok cuz she’s only correcting your form, right? right??!? it goes on for many sessions but you were a bit dumb to realize her advances :( so one day as she instructs you to do a stretcg that bends you over and gives her a delicious view of your ass, she loses all self-control, pushes your head against the yoga mat, and fucks you from behind hard and nasty like a rabid dog😫she’s been restraining herself for soooo long! and poor you couldn’t do anything but take her big cock cuz she was too strong (grabbing both of your wrists behind your back) :( both of you go on fucking in different positions, on every gym equipment, nonstop. and did i mention, you were a dumb virgin :( and it only turned yujin on even more when you were crying and begging her to stop bc you were unfamiliar with this (extremely good) sensation stirring up in your stomach :((( poor reader has never even touched herself before :( and all yujin wanted to do was to corrupt you😵‍💫

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this ask has been rotting in my drafts for months omg apologies 🍒 anon 😭😭💔 as always one can never go wrong with pervy yuj 🤓

[cw: dubcon.]

totally into the idea of this yujinnie here being someone you’ve actually known beforehand like maybe she’s an older sibling’s friend or smth so you feel super comfortable around her and is thus blind to anything weird she does to you 😵‍💫 bcs as far as you know that’s just who yujin is: affectionate and naturally touchy-feely with people that she knows! ofc that made it especially easy for her to get away with doing pervy things such as very very sexual comments about your body that she passed off as either jokes or ‘really specific compliments’, briefly brushing her hands against your boobs, touching your ass, etc. 🫣 and the touching doesn’t even stop outside of your one-on-one meetings! seriously, how could you be so stupid to ignore how her hand always rested so suspiciously low whenever she had an arm wrapped around your waist… she was almost disappointed that it was all too easy but you were still so pretty that she needed to fuck you 😳😳

she was hoping to slowly push you into wanting her back just so nobody can tell her shit about abusing her ‘position’ over you as this mentor figure, but one day you just showed up in a particularly skimpy outfit and that was the last straw for her! all morals out the window 😭 and it didn’t help that yujin hadn’t gotten off for days too.. it was perfect! yujinnie watching with bated breath while you were doing your cute little warm-up stretches, she didn’t care to hide her hard-on anymore because why would she?? you’ll get to see her dick in a matter of minutes anyway 🥰 but as morbidly horny yujin was, she doesn’t get to it right away! she had some manners! 😤 she helps you out with a few workouts as per usual, shares a few jokes and conversations here and there, she even showed you some pictures of her little puppy just to get you nice and comfortable… then you were finally laying on your back on a yoga mat while yujin towered above you, ‘helping’ you with some sit-ups although that wasn’t something that was in your routine before…

ah, yujinnie taking advantage of your exhaustion.. your head seemed to have taken you elsewhere bcs you rlly didn’t notice how she had fit herself in between your legs, her hard cock poking at your clothed cunt, her hands keeping your legs apart without too much pressure so you wouldn’t notice… that was until you blinked and set your eyes on yujin again.. “uhm.. unnie?” oh you were so stupid! really!? that’s all you’ll say about this extremely awkward and frankly, humiliating situation??! yujin couldn’t believe her ears, and her eyes! you didn’t make a single move to scuttle away like she expected you to!

it takes yujin a thrust of her hips for your poor instincts to finally kick in and you attempted to push her off.. only to have your wrists pinned above your head 😣 and before you knew it, your pants have been pulled down and you were taking yujin’s thick cock very painfully slowly.. she doesn’t bother to use her other hand to cover up your mouth, she needed to hear your voice.. hear how you whined and winced in pain but would moan her name at every thrust… and she likes how you got yourself to be free from her hold just to grab at her shirt and claw at her arms.. yk what she liked even more?? how you begged in tears for her to ‘wait’ and ‘slow down’ but didn’t make any attempts to push her away like before.. and ofc yujin doesn’t miss the way you’ve practically wrapped your legs around her waist—you wanted this!

if you ask me she was wayyy too ecstatic to help you with some other kind of workout 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ yujinnie practically manhandles you the entire time you fucked in that room… grabbing your waist tightly to the point she made marks on your skin with her nails then she’d aggressively push you around, making sure you’re in the perfect position to take her cock smoothly… face down, ass up, both of your hands gripping the mat for dear life while she pounds your holes… even making you gag and spit all over her fingers just to massage your clit in a way that makes you bite your lip until it bleeds… everything was painful, but it was also all just too good that you sat there and took it like the good girl yujin kept muttering that you were 😍

yujin’s big on praises for you bcs she always made sure to encourage you in your sessions but she was especially fond of you while she fucked your ass, for some reason! 🥰 so many “good girl”s and “good job”s… her praises only wanted you to be better for her ☹️☹️ so ofc you parted your own ass so she could go all out… literally thrusting into you like she will never fuck anyone ever again, biting your shoulder and drooling all over it like a dog in heat… you have never felt more accomplished in your life until yujin came inside you.. filling you up while you simultaneously squirted on her dick (which she liked very much btw!!) with a sweet moan that will surely be stuck in yujin’s head for daysss to come 😵‍💫

[blissfulflw]

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･𝐶𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠 𝐶𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑡 𝐶𝑟𝑎𝑠ℎ

Pairing- Ahn Yujin x fem reader

Genre- Fluff, Slow burn

Word count- 4319

A/N: Haikyuu reference.. AWH HELL YEAH, they’re so Kiyoko and Tanaka coded 😭😭

If someone had told you a month ago that you’d be spending your afternoons surrounded by sweat, sneakers, and flying volleyballs, you would’ve laughed and gone back to your quiet little world of books and part-time library shifts.

But here you were—clipboard in hand, hair tied up messily, dodging a rogue volleyball that flew a little too close to your head.

“Woah!” A firm hand caught the ball just before it collided with your face. “You okay there, manager-nim?”

You looked up and met the warm brown eyes of Ahn Yujin—team captain, MVP, and the human equivalent of a golden retriever with a killer spike. She grinned at you like she hadn’t nearly taken your head off.

“I’m fine,” you muttered, brushing imaginary dust off your sleeves. “But maybe aim away from the non-athletes next time?”

“Noted.” Yujin spun the ball on her fingertip with the ease of someone who lived and breathed this sport. “You sure you’re not here to secretly try out? You’ve got good reflexes.”

You gave her a look. “I flinched.”

“Exactly. That’s self-preservation. Very important on the court.”

She winked, and you rolled your eyes—half because she was annoying, and half because you felt your stomach flip in a way it absolutely shouldn’t have.

Yujin jogged back to her side of the court, but not before calling over her shoulder, “By the way, thanks for organizing the team files. Coach was impressed. Said you’re the best thing to happen to this team.”

You didn’t respond, but your face warmed. You turned back to your clipboard, trying very hard not to smile.

And failing.

_____

You kept your eyes on your clipboard like it held the answers to life, even though all it had were attendance checkboxes and a mildly coffee-stained practice schedule. Yujin’s words echoed anyway, annoyingly warm in your chest.

“The best thing to happen to this team.”

You told yourself she was just being friendly. Teammates tease. Captains flirt—for fun, for morale, for the thrill of it. You weren’t the first person she’d winked at, and you definitely wouldn’t be the last.

Still, your pen hovered in the air a little too long before checking her name off as present.

“Manager-nim,” a voice drawled behind you, making you jump.

You turned to see Yujin again, now with her hair pulled back into a messy ponytail, a towel slung around her neck, and just enough of a smirk to make you suspicious.

“You already marked me down, right?” she asked, peeking at your clipboard. “Would hate to run extra laps.”

“You’re here, aren’t you?”

“Physically, yes. Mentally? Depends.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Is this how you sweet-talk your way out of conditioning drills?”

“Nah.” She leaned in slightly, lowering her voice with mock seriousness. “That’s just for you.”

You gave her the deadpan look you’d mastered over years of dealing with flirty classmates and passive-aggressive group project partners. Unfortunately, Yujin didn’t seem discouraged in the slightest.

“Don’t you have, I don’t know, a sport to focus on?”

“I do,” she said brightly, backing up toward the court. “But I like to multitask. And you’re very… distracting.”

Before you could even formulate a comeback, Coach’s whistle cut through the air.

“Yujin! Stop bothering the manager!”

“Just checking in!” she shouted, grinning as she jogged back.

You let out a breath and tried to shake the warmth out of your face. You were here to manage a team, not develop a crush on the captain. You didn’t even like athletes, remember?

But then Yujin turned mid-run and shot you another grin, like she could feel your gaze on her back.

You sighed.

You were doomed.

Practice was halfway through, and the gym was heavy with the scent of sweat and floor polish. The girls had been running drills for the past hour, and Coach finally blew the whistle for a water break.

You were crouched by the bench, reorganizing the tangled mess of towels and refill bottles, when you heard the unmistakable sound of sneakers slowing down behind you.

“Careful,” Yujin said, voice light, “if you keep being this efficient, I might start thinking about keeping you permanently.”

You didn’t look up. “I’m pretty sure I’m already stuck here for the semester.”

“Oh, no. I meant personally.”

You turned your head slowly. “Is that a threat?”

She grinned, water bottle in hand, cheeks flushed from the workout, hair sticking adorably to her forehead. “Wouldn’t dream of threatening you. I’m just saying… I’ve had a lot of managers over the years. None of them were this cute.”

You blinked.

Once.

Twice.

“You can’t flirt your way out of hydration,” you finally muttered, standing up and shoving a fresh towel at her.

She took it, eyes never leaving yours. “That wasn’t flirting. That was just an honest observation.”

“Then maybe keep your observations to yourself.”

Yujin tilted her head. “Why? Am I making you nervous?”

You hated that she wasn’t wrong. “No.”

Her smile widened. “Are you sure? Because your ears are doing that thing where they turn red. It’s kind of adorable.”

You spun on your heel, turning your back to her. “You’re insufferable.”

“Most people just say charming, but okay.”

She was laughing now, quietly but clearly delighted. And it wasn’t the cocky kind, not really. It was softer than that—like she genuinely enjoyed getting under your skin just to see what was underneath.

“Back on the court in thirty seconds!” Coach barked.

Yujin started jogging off again but called over her shoulder, “Don’t go running off. I haven’t told you the other reason you’re my favorite manager yet.”

You didn’t respond, didn’t even glance at her. But your fingers tightened around your clipboard, and your stomach did that stupid fluttery thing again.

You were going to need a better strategy than avoidance. Because if Yujin kept this up, you weren’t sure how long your self-control would last.

_____

Practice ended later than usual. The gym lights flickered once, like they were tired too, and the last echo of sneakers on hardwood faded as the team dispersed, laughing and shouting their goodbyes.

You were the last one left by the bench, stuffing the folded jerseys into a mesh bag, checking your clipboard for the fifth time like it’d give you an excuse to stay just a little longer. Not that you were waiting for anyone. Obviously.

“Still working overtime, manager-nim?”

You didn’t have to look up. “Yujin.”

She stood a few feet away, now in a hoodie and loose joggers, hair damp from a quick rinse in the locker room. The edges of her smile were softer now, stripped of the teasing swagger she wore during practice.

“I figured you’d left already,” you said, slinging the bag over your shoulder.

She shrugged. “Thought I’d wait.”

“For what?”

“For you.” She paused. “It’s dark. And raining.”

You turned toward the gym doors. She wasn’t wrong. You could hear the steady tap of rain against the pavement outside.

“I brought an umbrella,” she added, holding one up. “And you’re not exactly dressed for a downpour.”

You eyed her. “You waited just to walk me home?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.”

That gave you pause.

“…Why?”

Yujin stepped a little closer, her voice quieter now. “Maybe because I like making sure you get home safe. Or maybe because it’s the only time I get you all to myself, and you can’t run away mid-conversation.”

You opened your mouth. Closed it. Words had always come easily for you—until Yujin looked at you like that. Like you were something fragile but fascinating.

“I don’t—” you started, then stopped when she offered the umbrella between you.

“I’ll even let you hold it,” she said lightly. “That way it’s not technically a date.”

Your hand brushed hers as you took the handle. Stupid, how that tiny moment felt like something more.

You stepped outside together, into the rain. It wasn’t heavy, just enough to make the world quiet. You walked side by side in comfortable silence for a few blocks, your shoulders almost brushing.

Finally, she said, “You know… I wasn’t lying earlier.”

“About what?”

“You being the cutest manager I’ve ever had.”

You exhaled through a faint smile. “You really don’t stop, do you?”

“Nope,” she said with a grin. “But I am patient.”

You glanced at her. “Patient for what?”

Yujin looked at you, and for the first time, didn’t tease. She just smiled—soft and sincere.

“For you to believe me.”

_____

The umbrella barely covered both of you, which meant you had to walk close—closer than you were used to. Yujin didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she walked like this was the most natural thing in the world. Like she belonged in your space.

You kept your eyes ahead, counting the soft splashes of your footsteps in the puddles, the occasional flicker of headlights passing by, the sound of her breath beside yours.

“Do you always walk this route?” she asked.

You nodded. “It’s quiet. Fewer cars.”

Yujin hummed. “Fits you.”

You glanced at her, confused. “What does?”

“The quiet. You’re always calm, even when everyone else is freaking out. Like when Coach accidentally wiped the game schedule last week—you didn’t even blink.”

“I blinked,” you muttered.

“Okay, sure. Maybe once.” She bumped your shoulder lightly with hers. “You’re kind of cool, you know that?”

You gave her a sideways look. “Is that a compliment or another one of your lines?”

“Both,” she said, grinning. “You make it hard to tell the difference.”

You wanted to laugh, or at least roll your eyes, but something about the way she said it—genuine, not playful—made your heart trip a little.

The wind picked up and you instinctively tilted the umbrella more toward her, even though you were the one getting the worse end of the drizzle. She noticed.

“You’re gonna get soaked.”

“I’m fine.”

“Here.” Before you could stop her, Yujin reached out and gently tugged the umbrella closer to the center, her fingers brushing yours again. “You don’t have to take care of everyone all the time, you know.”

You blinked at her, caught off guard.

“I’m serious,” she added, her voice softer now. “You do so much for the team. For Coach. Even for me, when I’m being annoying—which is like, 70% of the time.”

“More like 90.”

She grinned. “See? You are funny.”

You looked at her again, really looked this time. Her face was flushed from the chill, strands of hair curling around her cheek, her eyes bright under the streetlights. You realized you didn’t want this walk to end.

“You’re different out here,” you said before you could stop yourself.

Her brow raised. “Out here?”

“Outside practice. Outside… the team. You’re quieter. Softer.”

She smiled, but this time it didn’t reach her eyes. “Yeah. It’s easier to be loud when you’re on the court. Off it… not so much.”

You were quiet for a beat.

“I like this version of you,” you said quietly. “It feels real.”

Yujin looked at you like you’d just said something dangerous. Or maybe something she’d been hoping to hear.

She stopped walking.

So you stopped, too.

Rain tapped gently against the umbrella above you, and the rest of the world faded into the hush of the street.

Yujin leaned in slightly, close enough that her voice came like a secret. “Good. Because this version of me really likes you.”

You froze—not because you didn’t like her back, but because you did. Way more than you were ready to admit. And standing there, holding half an umbrella and half a heart you weren’t sure how to guard anymore, you realized something terrifying.

You might be falling for Ahn Yujin.

And this time, you weren’t sure you wanted to stop yourself.

You didn’t answer right away. Not because you didn’t have anything to say, but because you couldn’t quite trust your voice not to betray something too soon.

Yujin was still looking at you—serious now, but not pressuring. She wasn’t the type to push. She just waited, like she was giving you the space to catch up.

And that, somehow, made your chest ache a little.

“…Come on,” you finally murmured, nodding ahead. “We’re almost there.”

You started walking again, slowly. She followed without another word, but the air between you had changed. Before, her teasing had felt like a game—light, fast, something you could dodge. Now it felt like standing in the middle of a warm rain, the kind you don’t notice you’re soaked in until it’s too late.

You tightened your grip on the umbrella. It was still tilted a little too far in her direction. She noticed again.

“You’re doing it again,” she said softly.

“Doing what?”

“Choosing me.”

Your steps faltered for half a second, but you kept walking. “You’re my teammate.”

“I’m not just your teammate and you know it.”

You hated that she was right. And you hated even more that a small, foolish part of you had been hoping she would be.

You stopped at the gate outside your apartment building. The rain had eased to a mist, just enough to fog the edges of the streetlights and make the night feel a little unreal.

“Well,” you said, clearing your throat, “this is me.”

Yujin glanced up at the building, then back at you. Her voice lowered. “So… do I get a ‘thanks for the walk’ or do I get the real version?”

You bit your lip. “What’s the real version?”

She shrugged, suddenly a little shy. “The one where you say you didn’t actually mind the walk. Or the company.”

You looked at her—really looked. Her hair was still damp. Her hoodie clung slightly at the shoulders. She looked warm and tired and far too close to your heart.

“…I didn’t mind,” you said. “Any of it.”

Yujin’s smile came slowly, soft and content.

“You’re really hard to read sometimes,” she said, almost laughing. “But when you say things like that, I kind of forget how to breathe.”

You flushed, and this time, you didn’t bother hiding it.

The umbrella wobbled slightly between you. Neither of you moved to close the space.

“I should go in,” you whispered.

“Probably.”

Neither of you moved.

Then, gently, Yujin reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Her fingers brushed your cheek—brief, careful, like she didn’t want to scare you off.

“Night, manager-nim.”

You swallowed. “Night, Yujin.”

She hesitated, like she wanted to say something else, then turned and walked back down the street—no umbrella this time, just her hands in her pockets and that quiet smile still on her lips.

You didn’t go inside until she was out of sight.

And even then, it took you a while to close the door behind you.

_____

Your phone buzzed again. Then again.

You were barely out the door, gym bag slung over your shoulder, headphones in—but your music had been paused for the past ten minutes, thanks to one person blowing up your messages.

You didn’t need to check the name. You already knew.

Yujin:

rise and shine, manager-nim

you bringing the clipboard or is it just your pretty face today?

You sighed, biting back a smile.

Buzz.

Yujin:

also do we have extra knee pads in the supply bin? chaewon forgot hers again and is currently trying to borrow from the freshmen

Buzz.

Yujin:

not that i’m complaining about you checking, of course. gives me an excuse to talk to you.

You finally gave in and typed back.

You:

you’ve sent more texts in ten minutes than you ran laps all last week

Yujin:

wow

rude

flirty and productive, i’m a multitasker

You:

you left out “annoying”

Yujin:

you keep replying though

admit it—you missed me

You stared at that last message a little too long. The same way you had stared at your front door last night after she walked away in the rain. The same way you’d replayed her words—“You’re doing it again. Choosing me.”—over and over, trying to pretend they didn’t make your stomach flutter.

You didn’t reply.

But you didn’t stop smiling, either.

By the time you walked into the gym, practice was already starting. The team was stretching, music playing low through the speaker, and the steady rhythm of bouncing volleyballs filled the air.

Yujin spotted you almost immediately and jogged over.

She didn’t say anything at first—just took your clipboard from your hands and held it over her head, grinning.

“If I steal this, does that mean you have to chase me?”

You gave her your best unimpressed glare. “I’ll just tell Coach you’re being disruptive.”

She leaned in slightly, eyes twinkling. “Then you’ll have to write a report on me. Detailed. With notes. About how charming I am.”

“You really woke up and chose chaos, huh?”

“Nope.” Her grin softened. “Just you.”

Your breath caught. Just for a second. She didn’t wait for a reply, just handed the clipboard back, bumping your shoulder as she passed by on the way to her warm-up group.

You stood there for a moment, trying not to let everyone else see how flustered you were.

Because it was only 8:07 AM, and Ahn Yujin had already made your heart skip more beats than was medically advisable.

And practice hadn’t even started yet.

_____

Practice was well underway, and you were doing your best to focus—really. You were logging rotations, checking attendance again (even though everyone was clearly present), and absolutely not watching Yujin every time she served.

Except you were. Obviously.

Her ponytail whipped behind her as she jumped, eyes sharp, form perfect. The sound of the ball slamming against the court echoed through the gym. A spike like that could’ve cracked open the floor if she wanted it to.

“Nice hit, Ahn!” Coach shouted. “You’re still a menace on offense.”

Yujin jogged back into position, laughing. “Trying to keep my title, Coach.”

Behind her, one of the newer players whispered, “She’s like our very own Bokuto-san.”

You blinked. The name stirred something in the back of your mind—some anime your cousin wouldn’t stop talking about. Loud guy. Crazy hair. Lots of yelling.

You didn’t say anything, but you smiled quietly to yourself. It was a fitting comparison.

You were walking the sideline, re-rolling athletic tape, when Yujin broke off from her drill and veered toward you.

“I need water,” she said between breaths. “And maybe a life coach.”

“Hydration station’s over there.” You nodded toward the bench. “And I charge extra for emotional support.”

“Unbelievable,” she groaned, wiping sweat from her forehead. “Exploiting a tired athlete in her hour of need.”

You handed her a towel. “You’re dramatic.”

She took it, grinning. “Only for you.”

You turned to go, but she caught your wrist for half a second—barely even touching you, just enough to make you pause.

Her voice was quieter now. “You didn’t text me back last night.”

You looked at her. The noise of the gym faded a little.

“I didn’t know what to say,” you admitted.

She nodded like she expected that.

“I just…” she hesitated, eyes flicking to your face. “You don’t have to say anything, if you’re not ready. I just like being near you. That’s all.”

And it hit you how rare it was—someone saying something that honest with no strings attached. Just giving it, not asking for anything in return.

You opened your mouth, but Coach’s whistle cut through the moment like a knife.

“Yujin! You’re up!”

She gave you a soft look, then jogged back toward the court. “Duty calls.”

You watched her go, heart knocking against your ribs.

And even though you knew how to breathe, it was suddenly the hardest thing in the world.

_____

The final whistle blew, and with it came the usual noise: sneakers squeaking, players cheering half-heartedly, someone blasting a victory playlist even though it was just a regular drill session.

You started packing up the water bottles and stray towels, moving on autopilot. You hadn’t talked to Yujin again since that moment during drills, but you felt her. The way her presence had a kind of gravity to it—like you always knew when she was near.

And sure enough, when most of the team had disappeared into the locker room, she was still there. Sitting on the bench like she had all the time in the world.

You pretended not to notice. She didn’t pretend at all.

“You’re not gonna run off today?” she asked, tossing a ball up and down between her hands lazily.

“I’m busy.”

“With what? Pretending not to like me?”

You rolled your eyes, but it was getting harder and harder to fake irritation around her.

“You know,” she said, standing and walking over, “most people don’t make me work this hard for attention.”

“I’m not most people.”

“Yeah,” she said quietly. “I know.”

She stopped in front of you, close again. She didn’t touch you this time—just let the space between you fill with everything unsaid.

“You didn’t owe me a text,” she said. “But I meant it. I don’t care if it takes a week, or a month. I’m not rushing you.”

Your fingers tightened around the edge of your clipboard.

“I didn’t text because I didn’t want to mess things up,” you admitted. “This—whatever it is—feels… easy when we’re joking. But underneath that, it scares me a little.”

Yujin tilted her head. “Why?”

“Because you’re you. Confident. Loud. Good at everything. And I’m just—”

“Mine,” she interrupted, softly but firmly.

You blinked.

“I mean, not officially,” she added quickly, scratching the back of her neck, suddenly shy. “Not unless you want to be. But… that’s how I see you.”

Your throat went dry.

“You can tell me to stop,” she said, voice so low it barely reached you. “But I’m not going anywhere. Not unless you say so.”

The gym was almost empty now, lights dimming automatically, leaving just the soft golden haze above you both.

You stepped forward, just a bit, just enough to close the last inch between you.

“I don’t want you to stop,” you said.

She didn’t kiss you.

She didn’t need to.

She just smiled—like the world had finally lined up the way it was supposed to.

And in that moment, standing in the half-lit gym with your heart wide open, you knew: this wasn’t just a passing crush.

It was something real.

Something worth choosing.

_____

The sun was dipping low behind the city skyline, painting the sky in shades of pink and gold. The air still held the warmth of the day, but a gentle breeze hinted at the coming evening.

You and Yujin sat on a soft blanket spread over the grass of a quiet park near the gym. Between you was a modest picnic basket packed with sandwiches, fruit, and a couple of iced teas.

Yujin had claimed the prime spot—back against a tree, legs stretched out and one arm casually draped over her bent knee. She looked so relaxed, so at ease, it made your heart thump a little harder.

You reached for a sandwich, but before you could even lift it, Yujin’s hand shot out and grabbed it.

“Hey! What—”

“Don’t argue with me.” She smiled that mischievous grin that made you want to both roll your eyes and melt at the same time. “You’re my manager, not my lunch date. I get to boss you around.”

You pretended to pout, but she just laughed and popped the sandwich into her mouth.

“I’m serious. You just spent all day making sure I didn’t trip over my own feet on the court. The least I can do is feed you now.”

You raised your iced tea, pretending to offer a toast.

She grabbed that, too.

“Really?”

“Really,” she said, sipping and eyeing you like a cat watching a toy. “You’re not allowed to hold anything except my hand.”

Your heart skipped.

You looked down at your intertwined fingers.

“You’re impossible,” you said softly.

“Only for you.”

The sun slipped lower, casting long shadows and turning the sky a deeper orange.

You let yourself relax, leaning your head against Yujin’s shoulder.

She nudged you gently. “So, what do you think? Not a bad way to end a day, huh?”

You smiled. “Definitely better than any practice drill.”

She looked up at the fading light, then back at you, eyes sparkling.

“Good,” she said. “Because I plan on making this the first of many.”

You squeezed her hand and smiled.

“Deal.”

The sky had deepened from orange to a blanket of navy, stars beginning to twinkle faintly above. The cool breeze whispered through the trees, rustling the leaves and carrying the faint scent of grass and earth.

You rested your head against Yujin’s shoulder, your eyelids growing heavy with the comfort of her steady warmth beside you.

She shifted just a little, wrapping an arm more securely around your shoulders, holding you close like she never wanted to let go.

You felt safe here. Seen. And maybe, for the first time in a long while, completely at peace.

Your breath slowed. Your thoughts quieted.

You didn’t even realize you’d fallen asleep—until Yujin’s soft voice pulled you back from the edges of a dream.

“Hey,” she whispered, brushing a stray hair behind your ear.

You stirred, blinking up at her.

Her eyes glistened in the moonlight—so full of something you weren’t quite ready to name, but knew you wanted to hear.

“I meant it,” she said, voice barely above a breath. “I’m not going anywhere.”

You smiled, tired but happy.

And then, just like that, she whispered the words you’d been holding back too.

“I love you.”

The world seemed to still. Your heart caught in your throat.

“I love you, too,” you breathed, your voice barely a whisper.

Yujin’s smile was the last thing you saw before you let yourself drift off again—safe, loved, and finally home.

[fudgeez]

The President and Vice: Their Shared Secret

Synopsis: New student Y/N has a hidden past that fascinates Yujin and Wonyoung. Yujin sees Y/N as a puzzle to solve, while Wonyoung wants to protect her. They both start secretly helping Y/N, but really, they're trying to control her and learn her secrets. Each interaction makes them want her more.

Main Character: Jang Wonyoung x Fem reader x An Yujin (poly)

warnings : 18+ | yandere | smut | men and minors dni

Chapters :

Chapter 1:  Enigmas and Echoes

Chapter 2: Whispers and Walls

Chapter 3: Arcade Nights & Unspoken Secrets

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[pupuyvs]

honestly ー minjeong smau

⇢ synopsis Chaluai “Bambi” Yontararak and Kim Minjeong were the couple everyone thought would last forever. That is until the summer before freshman year Minjeong randomly breaks up with her and starts dating Huh Yunjin. Determined to not let that ruin her first year of college Bambi swears to forget about Minjeong and enjoy her newfound single status. What happens when a situation occurs and forces them back into each other’s lives?

⇢ genre smau + written, non!idol au, toxicex!winter, skater!femoc, slight fluff, angst, humor

⇢ warnings kys/kms jokes, toxic ass winter, implied cheating, implied mature content (nothing explicit no worries), the friend group are potheads so underage smoking, underage drinking (they’re in college)

⇢ status ongoing

⇢ updates whenever

⇢ taglist open

⇢ featuring aespa, huh yunjin and kim chaewon (lesserafim), jeon heejin (loona/artms), lee sohee (riize), minnie (g-idle), more to come…

profiles: rocket power | barbies

chapters:

prologue

01

02

03

04

05

06

07 (half-written)

08

09

10

11

12

13

14

15

16

17

18

19

20

more to come…

[fanfiction4sooya]

imagine loser g!p yujin giving you the sloppiest head because you woke up sore from practice the day before "please let me help you relax, please please" she gave you the prettiest puppy eyes in the world and you nodded no to her, making her whine. "i don't wanna have sex right now, i am too sore and don't feel like moving too much" you replied, watching something on your phone as your back hit the bed. "what if i just suck you off?" she said. "please i just need to taste you" and that's her exact face 🥺🥺 and how can you deny those pleas when all you can see is those pretty lips and dimples? cute little loser knows you are weak for her

her going down on you after you say yes to that, her lips wrapping around your clit to suck it, licking in this messy way as her cock was twitched rock hard inside her shorts, rutting her hips against the mattress. now see, i don't think she would normally be a messy eater but she is so into thrusting her hips onto the bed that she starts going insane while her tongue goes in and out of your slit. as she fucks your pussy with her tongue she can't help it but imagine her dick filling you up and that makes her little brain go fuzzy 😖😖 moaning against your wet pussy and grabbing your hips to help you grind better all over her face 🤤🤤🤤 loves when you grab her by the hair to fuck yourself on her pretty face, her cock throbbing as your eyes roll back and your orgasm wash over you

she keeps grinding down until her cum is all over the inside of her shorts, her shaky little moans against your sensitve pussy makes you go even crazier 🥴🥴🥴🥴 needless to say you make fun of her neediness "oh yujinie just came in her pants..." you grab her sensitive cock, pulling it out of the wet confinement " what a loser... you can't even give me head without getting this excited?" you thumbed her slit and she cried out, shaking. you go down on her just for funsies, pulling her sensitive cock into your mouth so you could cockwarm her. of course, not before you warned her not to get hard or you'd punish her (she got hard and you did punish her)

[cool-fancier]

Whispers Between Us

An Yujin x Female Reader

Synopsis: During a heartfelt visit, unspoken tensions between you and Yujin ignite into something deeper, turning fleeting moments into an unforgettable, slow-burning love story.

Word Count:3.2K

The cool air clung to your skin as you approached the dorm building, the city lights casting a faint glow on the streets below. You clutched your phone in your hand, rereading Gaeul's text for what felt like the tenth time.

"Come over tonight! The girls miss you, and honestly, so do I. It's been too long. We need some bonding time!

A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips. Gaeul had always been your biggest cheerleader, your confidante, and your best friend wrapped into one. Being only a year younger, the two of you had grown up inseparable, sharing everything from childhood secrets to late-night talks about dreams and fears. Now, with her thriving as a member of IVE, you cherished every opportunity to spend time with her and her friends.

But tonight, there was something else lingering in the back of your mind—someone else. Yujin.

The memories of your quiet, intense fling with Yujin played in your mind like a film reel, each scene more vivid than the last. It wasn't something either of you planned; it just happened. A connection that neither of you could ignore, no matter how much you tried to convince yourselves otherwise.

The door swung open before you could knock, and Gaeul's beaming face greeted you. "Finally!" she exclaimed, pulling you into a tight hug. "I was starting to think you got lost."

"You know I wouldn't miss this," you said, squeezing her back. "Besides, you'd hunt me down if I didn't show up."

"Damn right I would," she laughed, tugging you inside. "The girls are super excited to see you. It's been forever since your last visit."

The moment you stepped inside, the familiar warmth of the dorm wrapped around you. Wonyoung was stretched out on the couch, lazily flipping through TV channels, while Rei and Liz were huddled together, arguing over the rules of a card game. Leeseo was sitting cross-legged on the floor, her phone in hand, scrolling through social media.

"Unnie!" Wonyoung called out, her face lighting up as she jumped to her feet and rushed over to hug you. "You're finally here!"

"Finally," Rei echoed, smiling as she set her cards down. "Gaeul's been talking about you nonstop."

"It's been too quiet without Gaeul's sister around," Liz teased, giving you a playful nudge.

You felt a warmth spread through your chest at their welcome, but your eyes drifted to the corner of the room, where Yujin stood leaning casually against the wall. Her gaze met yours, and in that instant, the air between you seemed to hum with unspoken tension. She didn't rush over like the others, but her small, knowing smile sent a shiver down your spine.

"Hey," she said softly, her voice cutting through the noise like a thread pulling you closer.

"Hey," you replied, your pulse quickening.

— — — — —

It all started on one of your earlier visits to the dorm. Gaeul had invited you over to celebrate a milestone in the group's journey, and the night had been filled with laughter, food, and music. You remembered feeling a bit out of place at first, watching the girls interact with such ease, their bond palpable. But Gaeul made sure you were included in every joke, every story.

That night, you had stepped out onto the small balcony to get some fresh air, the city lights twinkling below like scattered stars. You leaned on the railing, letting the cool breeze wash over you, enjoying the quiet escape from the lively chatter inside.

"You okay?" a voice had asked, breaking the silence.

You turned to find Yujin standing in the doorway, her silhouette framed by the warm light from inside. She stepped out, joining you at the railing, her shoulder brushing against yours. The casual contact sent a small thrill through you, though you quickly pushed the feeling aside.

"Yeah, just needed a breather," you said, offering her a small smile. "It's a little overwhelming, but in a good way."

She nodded, her gaze drifting out over the cityscape. "I get that. Sometimes, it's nice to just...be still."

The two of you stood there in silence for a while, the sounds of the city below filling the quiet. It was a comfortable silence, one that didn't need to be filled with words. But eventually, Yujin spoke again, her voice softer, more introspective.

"You know," she began, "it's rare to find someone who doesn't expect anything from you. Someone who just...lets you be."

You glanced at her, noticing the way her brows knitted together, as if she were wrestling with thoughts she wasn't used to sharing. "I guess we all need that sometimes," you said gently. "Someone who sees us for who we are, not what we can do for them."

Yujin turned to face you then, her eyes searching yours. "Yeah," she murmured, a small, wistful smile tugging at her lips. "It's nice. Being around you feels like that."

The words hung in the air between you, heavy with meaning. And before either of you could second-guess it, you leaned in, your lips meeting in a soft, tentative kiss. It wasn't planned or rehearsed; it was spontaneous and real, a quiet confession shared under the stars.

When you pulled back, her eyes were wide, filled with uncertainty and something else—something that mirrored your own feelings.

"I..." she started, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to—"

"I know," you said, cutting her off gently. "But I'm glad you did."

That moment was the beginning of something neither of you could define. It wasn't a relationship, but it wasn't just a passing fancy either. It was something more, something that lingered in the stolen glances and secret smiles you shared whenever you visited the dorm.

— — — — —

Back in the present, the living room was alive with laughter as the group dove into a game of charades. Gaeul was your partner, and her over-the-top miming had you laughing so hard, tears pricked at the corners of your eyes.

"Come on!" Gaeul groaned, flailing her arms as she tried to convey octopus. "You're supposed to be good at this!"

"You look more like a flailing chicken," you teased, wiping your eyes as you guessed correctly at the last second.

The room erupted in laughter, and Gaeul threw herself onto the couch in mock defeat. "I can't believe you got that."

But even amidst the fun, you were hyper-aware of Yujin's presence. She was watching you from across the room, her eyes soft but intense, as if she could see right through the façade of the game to the emotions you were trying to keep hidden.

"Truth or dare?" Wonyoung called out, shifting the game to a more playful and dangerous territory.

When it was Yujin's turn, she glanced at you, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Dare."

Wonyoung grinned, leaning forward. "I dare you to tell us about your first kiss."

The room erupted into cheers and teasing, but Yujin kept her gaze on you, her smile turning softer, more intimate. "It was...unexpected," she said slowly. "But it felt right. Like everything else disappeared for a moment."

Your heart thudded in your chest, and you quickly looked away, focusing on the glass of water in your hands.

— — — — —

The tension between you and Yujin had been simmering all night, and when you slipped away to the kitchen for a moment alone, you weren't surprised when she followed.

Her hands were on your waist before you could turn, her body pressing gently against yours, grounding you in the present.

"I've been waiting for this," she whispered, her lips brushing the shell of your ear.

"You're playing a dangerous game," you murmured, though you didn't move away.

"Maybe I like the danger," she countered, turning you in her arms to face her. Her eyes searched yours, filled with longing and something deeper.

Her lips captured yours in a kiss that was anything but tentative. It was a release, a culmination of every stolen moment, every unspoken word. Her hands slid under your shirt, her touch sending a shiver down your spine as the world outside the kitchen faded into insignificance.

"Yujin," you gasped, breaking the kiss to catch your breath, your forehead resting against hers.

"We can't keep pretending this doesn't matter," she said, her voice trembling. "Not anymore."

"I know," you whispered, your hands tightening around her.

— — — — —

The laughter from the living room faded into the background as you stood in the dimly lit kitchen, Yujin's hands resting lightly on your waist. The warmth of her touch seeped through your clothes, grounding you in the moment. Her eyes, dark and filled with unspoken longing, held yours, and for a moment, it felt as though the rest of the world didn't exist.

"We can't do this here," you whispered, though the breathlessness in your voice betrayed the conflict within you.

Yujin's lips curled into a soft, teasing smile, her thumb brushing gentle circles against your hip. "I know," she murmured, her voice low, sending a shiver down your spine. "But I couldn't stay away."

Her words wrapped around your heart, tugging at the very core of your resolve. The tension between you had been simmering for months, unspoken but palpable in every glance, every accidental touch. And now, here you were, on the precipice of giving in.

You leaned in slightly, the space between you diminishing until her breath mingled with yours. The air grew thick, charged with anticipation. Before you could think better of it, Yujin's lips brushed against yours in a tentative kiss, a soft press that quickly deepened. Her hands tightened on your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss intensified, slow and deliberate, as though savoring every second.

The sound of muffled laughter from the living room was a distant hum, barely registering over the pounding of your heart. Yujin's fingers slid up your back, tracing the curve of your spine through the thin fabric of your shirt. Every touch sent sparks skittering across your skin, igniting a fire that burned brighter with each passing second.

"We'll have more time later," Yujin whispered against your lips, her voice trembling with restrained desire.

You nodded, breathless, reluctantly pulling away. "We should go back before they notice."

Her eyes lingered on you for a moment longer, filled with a promise that sent your pulse racing. With one final glance, you both stepped back into the living room, trying to mask the heat that still simmered between you.

— — — — —

Gaeul greeted you with a wide grin as you rejoined the group. "There you are! We thought you got lost."

"Just needed some water," you said, settling back down beside her. "What's next?"

"Codenames," Rei announced, holding up the box with a triumphant grin. "Let's see who the real spymaster is."

The group quickly divided into teams, the energy in the room shifting as everyone focused on the game. Gaeul was beside you, her competitive spirit coming alive as she strategized her next move. Wonyoung's exaggerated guesses had everyone in fits of laughter, while Liz's dramatic clues left the room in suspense.

But even amidst the chaos, you couldn't help but feel Yujin's gaze on you. Every so often, your eyes would meet, and the world around you would blur, the tension crackling between you like a silent current. Her subtle smiles, the way her fingers tapped against her knee, as if itching to reach for you, kept your heart pounding.

"Gotcha!" Gaeul shouted, breaking your reverie as she pointed triumphantly at the board. "We win!"

"Luck," Rei groaned, throwing her hands up in defeat. "Pure luck."

"Skill," Gaeul corrected, winking at you. "Right, sis?"

You laughed, nodding. "Definitely skill."

As the game wound down, the energy in the room shifted, growing more subdued as the night stretched on. One by one, the girls began excusing themselves, retreating to their rooms.

"I'm exhausted," Wonyoung yawned, stretching her arms above her head. "I'm heading to bed."

"Me too," Liz added, nudging Rei. "Goodnight, everyone."

"Night," you and Gaeul called out in unison, watching as they disappeared down the hall.

Soon, it was just you, Gaeul, and Yujin left in the living room. The atmosphere was quieter now, the hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen the only sound filling the space.

"I think I'll head to bed too," Yujin said softly, standing from her seat. Her eyes met yours for a brief moment, a silent promise lingering between you. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," you replied, your voice steady despite the fluttering in your chest.

— — — — —

As Yujin disappeared down the hall, the dorm fell into a deeper silence. You leaned back against the couch, exhaling slowly, the weight of the night pressing against you. Gaeul shifted beside you, her gaze steady and knowing.

"You think you're being sneaky, don't you?" she teased, her voice light but filled with amusement.

You turned to her, eyebrows raised in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

She chuckled softly, nudging you with her shoulder. "I've known about you and Yujin for a while now."

Your heart skipped a beat. "You... you knew?"

Gaeul nodded, her smile turning softer, more affectionate. "Yeah, it wasn't that hard to figure out."

"But how?" you asked, still processing her words, your mind racing to all the moments you thought you'd been discreet.

"There was this one night," Gaeul began, settling in comfortably, "when Yujin and I had a little to drink. Just enough to get her talking. She's pretty weak to alcohol, you know."

You nodded, listening intently.

"She started talking about someone she had feelings for. She didn't say your name at first, but she kept going on about how this person made her feel like she could be herself, like she didn't have to be perfect all the time." Gaeul's eyes twinkled with the memory. "And then, without realizing it, she said your name."

You sat up straighter, shocked. "She did?"

Gaeul grinned. "Yeah, she didn't even notice. But I did. And from then on, I started watching. You guys weren't as subtle as you thought. I even caught you making out in the kitchen once."

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Gaeul!"

She laughed, raising her hands in mock surrender. "It was gross but in a cute way. Honestly, I just want you to be happy."

A warmth spread through your chest at her words. "Thanks, Gaeul."

She smiled, leaning her head on your shoulder.

— — — — —

Once the dorm had quieted down, you found yourself standing outside Yujin's door, your heart thudding in your chest. The anticipation of being alone with her again filled you with both excitement and nervous energy. You knocked softly, and Yujin opened the door almost immediately, her eyes softening as she took you in.

"Hey," she said, her voice quiet and inviting.

"Hey," you replied, stepping inside. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow from a small lamp casting warm shadows on the walls. It felt cozy, intimate—a world away from the bustling dorm outside.

Yujin closed the door behind you, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. Instead, she reached out, her fingers intertwining with yours as she guided you to sit on the bed. The silence between you was comfortable, filled with the weight of everything unsaid but understood.

"What are we doing?" she asked softly, her thumb brushing over the back of your hand.

You took a deep breath, meeting her gaze. "I don't know," you admitted, squeezing her hand gently. "But I know I don't want to stop."

Yujin's smile widened, her eyes glistening with something unspoken. "Me neither," she whispered, leaning in slightly, her forehead resting against yours.

Before either of you could say more, the door burst open with a loud bang, and Gaeul marched in, grinning from ear to ear. She threw herself onto the bed between you two with all the dramatic flair of a little sister who knew exactly what she was doing.

"What are we talking about?" Gaeul asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she wiggled her way between you and Yujin, making herself comfortable.

"Gaeul!" you exclaimed, half-laughing, half-exasperated, as she sprawled out across the bed, pulling the blanket over herself.

"What?" she said innocently, looking up at the ceiling. "I'm curious."

Yujin chuckled, shaking her head, clearly amused. "We were just talking," she said, glancing at you with a knowing smile.

"Mm-hmm," Gaeul hummed, snuggling deeper into the blanket. "Sure, sure. But seriously, I'm glad you guys found each other. It's cute. Gross, but cute."

Before you could respond, the door opened again, and Wonyoung peeked in, her eyes lighting up when she saw the three of you. "Ooh, a secret meeting? Without me?" she pouted, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation.

Rei followed close behind, raising an eyebrow. "What's going on in here?"

Liz and Leeseo appeared right after, each carrying their own blankets and pillows, grinning as they entered the room.

"Sleepover in Yujin's room!" Liz announced, dropping her pillow onto the floor and flopping down.

"I knew something was up," Leeseo said, setting her blanket down and joining Liz. "You guys can't hide anything from us."

You exchanged a glance with Yujin, who looked equally surprised and amused by the sudden invasion.

"This wasn't exactly planned," Yujin said, but there was no trace of annoyance in her voice. Instead, she smiled, scooting over to make room for the others.

"It is now," Wonyoung declared, climbing onto the bed next to Gaeul. "There's no way we're missing out on the fun."

Rei grabbed a spot on the floor, leaning back against the wall with a satisfied grin. "This is perfect. We haven't done a proper sleepover in ages."

Gaeul turned to you, her expression smug. "See? It's not just me who thinks you two are cute. Now, let's make this an official sleepover."

You couldn't help but laugh as the room filled with chatter and the sound of blankets being spread out. Yujin leaned in close to you, her voice low enough for only you to hear. "Well, so much for being alone."

You smiled, squeezing her hand. "This isn't so bad."

Yujin's eyes softened, and she pressed a gentle kiss to your temple. "It's perfect."

As the night wore on, the room became a cozy nest of warmth and laughter. Gaeul told embarrassing stories from your childhood, Wonyoung shared funny anecdotes from their tour, and Rei attempted to start a pillow fight that quickly devolved into chaos.

You leaned against Yujin, her arm draped around your shoulders, feeling the weight of the day melt away. It wasn't the private moment you had imagined, but it was something even better—being surrounded by love, laughter, and the people who mattered most.

And as the early hours of the morning crept in, you realized that these moments, chaotic and unexpected, were the ones you would treasure the most. Together, with Yujin and your newfound family, everything felt right.

The future could wait. For now, this was enough.

[siawritez]

TITLE:“I Now Pronounce You What?!”

Pairing: g!p An Yujin × Fem!Reader

Warnings: Humor ,crack vibes,Heavy alcohol use, drunken behaviour,impulsive marriage,emotional numbness ,abandonment trauma,g!p smut elements, nudity, ritualistic tone, failed wedding night,no actual penetration,soft angst with comedic relief

Summary: You were supposed to marry the love of your life. Instead, he ran. Out the back door, out of your life — and into the gossip of every guest waiting at your joyless wedding. But fate had other plans… in the form of one very drunk, very clumsy An Yujin, who stumbled into your venue with her equally plastered best friends, saw your tears, and — for reasons still unknown — volunteered as tribute.

Now you’re married to a stranger in a suit that smells like champagne, with a wedding night ahead of you and nothing but numb obligation in your chest. You were ready to go through with it — for the ritual, for the closure — but your new bride?

She passed out.

Right on top of you.

An Yujin was drunk. Not cute, giggly, "oops I texted my ex" drunk — no, she was "use her tie as a headband while beatboxing to the valet" drunk. Her shoes were long gone. Her socks didn’t match. Her phone was in a bowl of soy sauce back at the banquet, and she had no memory of how they even got to the car.

She was slouched in the back seat of Minji’s rental Benz, knees up against the leather like a delinquent, singing to herself. Something that vaguely sounded like the national anthem but ended in her trying to rhyme “snacks” with “six pack abs.”

Ryujin, equally wasted, sat in the passenger seat gripping the dashboard like it was a spaceship console. “Minji,” she slurred, “I’m floating. You’re not driving, right? Are we parked?”

Minji, one hand on the wheel, hair half tied and eyes too wide, looked back with that wild gleam of high-functioning insanity. “We are very much driving.”

“Cool,” Ryujin nodded. “Just checking.”

It was supposed to be a chill night — a corporate charity gala at a hotel ballroom. They came, they posed in tailored suits like lesbian K-pop royalty, they choked down one (1) overpriced shrimp cube and three (3) glasses of champagne each. And then chaos took over.

An hour ago, Yujin had tried to arm wrestle the CEO of CJ Entertainment. Minji had unplugged the speakers to charge her vape. Ryujin stole an entire roast duck and put it in her purse. No one could prove it, but no one denied it either.

Now, they were speeding nowhere in particular, high on drunk adrenaline and girlboss delusion.

“Let’s find more lights!” Yujin shouted suddenly, pointing out the window as they passed a floral shop with twinkly signage.

Minji swerved. “I see one! Over there! Pretty lights!”

Ryujin looked up from licking soy sauce off her fingers. “Wait. That looks like a wedding venue.”

And it was. Bright fairy lights draped over trees like tinsel, music muffled behind closed doors, shadows of people inside. A big, expensive event.

“Is it a gay club?” Yujin asked, squinting, pressing her nose to the window.

“No,” Ryujin said. “But better.”

“Free food?” Minji whispered.

“Free. Fucking. Food.”

They slammed the brakes, parked on the curb like criminals, and all three idiots fell out of the car like newborn giraffes. Suits askew, hair messy, breath stinking of tequila and shrimp, they wandered up the path like it was a yellow brick road.

Nobody stopped them. Which was the first mistake.

They entered like movie characters — slow-motion, dramatic wind in their hair (from Minji’s vape blowing in Yujin’s face), scanning the room like FBI agents in an undercover sting.

But the reception inside wasn’t what they expected.

It was quiet. Too quiet.

The music was on, sure, soft jazz humming from speakers. The tables were set. Waiters moved about with platters of untouched hors d'oeuvres. But the people? Stone-faced. Pale. Awkward.

A child sobbed under a table.

Minji looked around. “What is this? A funeral with cake?”

Ryujin grabbed a glass of wine off a tray and downed it in one go. “Someone’s mad. You can feel it. Like the air’s spicy.”

Yujin stood at the center of the room, head tilted, watching guests whisper in clusters, eyes darting toward a hallway door labeled Bridal Room.

She wandered toward it, instincts firing in her deeply inebriated brain like half-baked popcorn kernels. Curiosity, mischief, chaos — her whole DNA structure was built on those.

Minji followed, trying to swipe a bread roll from an unattended plate. Ryujin limped behind with a champagne flute in each hand.

Then they saw him — an older man in a tuxedo, pacing just outside the door. Mid-sixties, silver hair, red in the face, stress clinging to him like sweat.

“Hey, ahjussi,” Ryujin called out, smoothing her tie and standing up like she was on a job interview. “You good?”

The man didn’t ask who they were. Maybe he didn’t care. Maybe he was too far gone with grief and shame and pure panic.

“The groom,” he said, voice hoarse. “Ran off. An hour ago.”

The girls blinked. All together.

Minji winced. “Like, ran for snacks or—?”

“Ran. As in disappeared. Left her.”

A beat.

“Ohhhhhh,” Ryujin whispered.

Yujin frowned. “Is she okay?”

The man looked toward the door. Just barely cracked open.

“She’s in there. With her mother.”

As if magnetized, the three of them leaned in and peeked through the slit of the door.

There you were.

The bride.

Sitting on the velvet stool in your full gown. Veil off. Hair too perfect for this heartbreak. Your face was unreadable — no tears, no expression, just a silence that seemed to echo inside your chest like a forgotten hall.

Your mother sat beside you, holding your hand, weeping softly, whispering words too fragile for strangers to hear. Comforting, apologizing.

You didn’t say a word.

Yujin stared.

Something in her chest itched. Not pain. Not sympathy. Just a soft flutter of discomfort — the kind that came from seeing someone beautiful in a moment they didn’t deserve.

Then Ryujin, mouth still full of cheese, blurted the most ridiculous sentence in recorded history.

“Yujin’ll marry her.”

Yujin blinked. “What?”

Minji gasped. “Yes. YES. She totally will!”

The father looked up, startled.

Yujin, drunk beyond salvation, fixed her posture, adjusted her tie, and smiled like a little soldier about to run into enemy fire.

“I can marry her,” she said, voice slurred but confident. “I’m a great wife.”

Minji clapped her hands like a game show buzzer. “She cooks! She cleans! She owns a Bluetooth speaker!”

“She’s got abs!” Ryujin added.

The man looked at them. Long. Hard. Measuring the madness.

And then — to everyone’s surprise — he let out a laugh. A real, desperate, slightly deranged laugh.

“Okay,” he said. “Okay. If you’re serious…”

Yujin wobbled. “So serious.”

He wiped his face. Looked toward his wife. “Fix her suit. Fix her hair. She’s our son-in-law now.”

---

The next fifteen minutes felt like a fever dream.

Minji and Ryujin were doing Yujin’s hair in the bathroom using water from a flower vase and a comb made of toothpicks. Her suit jacket was steamed using a hand dryer. Someone gave her gum. She forgot to spit it out before the vows.

Yujin stood in front of a full-length mirror. She barely recognized herself — not because she looked bad, but because she looked married. Or was about to be.

“This is nuts,” she whispered.

Minji popped in beside her. “You’re nuts.”

Ryujin added, “But you’re hot. Go marry that stranger, bestie.”

And just like that, it was happening.

Guests shuffled to their seats. Confused murmurs passed like a game of telephone. No one knew who the groom was anymore. No one asked. It was like the air itself decided to roll with it.

Yujin stood at the altar, swaying slightly. Minji was holding the ring she made out of a twist tie. Ryujin was doing fake sign language to no one.

And then, you walked in.

Down the aisle. Alone.

Your gown trailed behind like moonlight. Face still numb. Shoulders proud despite everything. Your gaze never wavered.

When your eyes met hers, Yujin’s breath hitched. Something between awe and panic.

You didn’t smile. You didn’t cry.

You simply walked.

She couldn’t look away.

And then the officiant began.

“Do you, An Yujin, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

Yujin blinked. Then grinned.

“Hell yeah, I do.”

A few guests laughed. Someone gasped. Someone dropped a wine glass.

“And do you—?”

You gave a single nod.

“I now pronounce you…”

A party popper went off.

“…wife and wife.”

---

The reception was chaos. Beautiful, stupid chaos.

Minji stole the mic and did a rendition of “My Heart Will Go On” in a British accent. Ryujin convinced a guest to teach her line dancing. Yujin slow danced with your grandma while calling her “queen mother.”

You sat at a table near the edge of the room, barely touching your food, swirling champagne in your glass. You didn’t speak unless spoken to. Everyone kept congratulating you. You nodded each time, lips pressed in a flat line.

You couldn’t feel your hands. You couldn’t feel your chest.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. This wasn’t the man you loved. This wasn’t even planned.

But still, here you were. A ring on your finger.

Your mother eventually leaned down and whispered, “Time for the honeymoon suite.”

You nodded once.

---

The suite was too quiet.

Too soft. Too perfect.

It was the kind of room made for romance — rose petals scattered like a florist had sneezed, flickering candles casting warm shadows across cream-colored walls, a chilled bottle of champagne sweating in a bucket by the bed. The air smelled faintly of vanilla and lilies, like someone had sprayed hope into the corners.

You stood in the center, frozen. Still in your heels. The silk lining of your wedding gown itched faintly at the back of your knees.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.

Your fingers hovered over the satin ribbon at your waist. You didn’t untie it. Not yet.

The door clicked open.

And in stumbled your new wife.

An Yujin. Slouched, breathless, her suit jacket flapping off one shoulder like a pirate’s cape, her dress shirt half unbuttoned and tie dangling from her neck like a sad piece of tinsel. She looked around the room like she had just walked into the Louvre — awestruck, blinking, confused by beauty and silence.

“Whoa,” she muttered, stopping dead just past the threshold. “This is fancy.”

Her eyes landed on you.

She straightened up like a soldier caught off-duty, then immediately tripped over her own foot and knocked her shoulder into the light switch.

The chandelier dimmed. Then brightened. Then dimmed again.

“Sorry, sorry,” she mumbled, fumbling to stand upright. “Technical difficulties.”

You watched her silently. She was flushed and messy and so utterly not the man you had once imagined standing here with you.

She rubbed the back of her neck, swaying slightly. “Sooo… uh. Hi.”

You turned to face her fully. “We’re married now.”

She blinked. “Yeah… I think we are.”

“This is the wedding night.”

“Yup.”

“Tradition,” you said flatly, like reading a line from a textbook.

Yujin gave a tiny nod. “Right. Uh-huh. Yep. Marriage stuff. Rituals. Bedtime things.”

You took a step toward her.

She visibly froze.

And then you slowly — mechanically — began unzipping your dress from the back. The silk loosened, slipping off your shoulders with a whisper. The bodice dropped, then the skirt, pooling at your feet like a melted dream.

Yujin’s eyes widened to the size of her champagne glass.

“Oh.”

You stepped out of the gown, movements clean and deliberate, like you were going through motions you had no emotional stake in. Because you weren’t feeling anything, not really. Just a hollow ache, dulled by exhaustion and resignation.

Yujin looked like she forgot how to breathe.

“I—wow. You’re… you’re really naked,” she mumbled, staring at you like you were a forbidden fruit she didn’t know how to bite into.

You walked toward her, stopping just inches away.

She smelled like hotel soap and alcohol and a little bit of the vanilla air freshener from the venue bathroom. Her pupils were blown wide, hair mussed, and she had one lip curled in dazed admiration.

You took her hand — her fingers twitched — and placed it gently on your waist.

She gasped like you’d just handed her a live grenade.

“O-Okay,” she whispered. “Okay. I can do this. I’m great at this. I watched two whole romantic movies last month. Let’s go.”

You leaned in. She leaned in too. You meant to kiss her — a cold, ritualistic thing — but she misjudged and smacked her lips against the side of your cheekbone.

“Ow,” you muttered.

“Ohmygod sorry,” she said, stepping back too fast, nearly falling into the closet.

You didn’t flinch. You simply took her by the tie and walked her backward to the bed, like a bride herding an overgrown puppy.

She let you.

She flopped back onto the mattress with a soft grunt, arms starfish wide, staring up at you with reverence and at least six kinds of drunk awe.

You climbed over her, straddling her thighs. Her hands instinctively rose, hovering like she wanted to touch but didn’t dare.

“Y-You’re so pretty,” she breathed.

You reached for her belt.

She inhaled sharply. “Okay, okay, focus, focus—”

Your fingers brushed the buckle.

And then—

Thunk.

Her head hit the pillow. Eyes closed. Mouth slack.

Yujin passed out cold.

Right there. Right on the bed. On your wedding night.

You stared.

She didn’t move.

Didn’t snore either, which was somehow worse.

Just laid there, peacefully unconscious, like some drunk golden retriever in a rented suit.

You slowly leaned back, still straddling her. Let out a breath.

“…Are you serious?”

No answer.

You poked her cheek.

Nothing.

You slid off to the side and laid beside her, pulling the sheet up over both of you without thinking.

She was warm. Unreasonably so. Like she’d been microwaved. She also smelled vaguely like grape soju and someone else’s cologne.

She mumbled something in her sleep.

“…you’re sooooo pretty…”

You sighed and turned your face to the ceiling.

This night was supposed to be tragic. Instead, it had looped around to absurdity.

And maybe, somewhere deep inside the wreckage of your chest, you were grateful for that.

Not happy. Not healed.

But…

Not alone.

Yujin’s arm flopped over your stomach.

She exhaled a happy little snort.

You stared at her. Then the ceiling. Then the arm.

And then, quietly, for the first time in hours —

You laughed.

Just a little.

Just enough.

---

[melanchoire]

OMG- just saw your G!p Yujin drabble and damn. If was too good you really cooked.

We need more of g!p Yujin!! Imagine IVE's manager yelling "IVE's in Five!" But Yujin? She got another problem that only Reader (her stylist) could solve. Coming to reader with that pathetic expression of hers and evident bulge in her pants that could get her in trouble.

BUT- She wouldn't leave without breeding reader properly even though time's ticking.

cw: breeding + creampie.

yujin hating every time her stylists give her tight pants or just pants because because her cock unintentionally ends up hardening and her bulge is prominent against the fabric 😭 although she loves to brag that she has a big cock, it’s not like yujin wants to get a boner before a performance every time she has to put on pants because it’s uncomfortable even for her

so she comes over to where you are putting your makeup in your case, saying a pathetic “unnie, it happened again :(” and looking at you with puppy dog eyes and a stupid pout on her lips… it has happened more than once before that yujin had this kind of problems and you were always willing to help her by changing her outfit by giving her baggy pants or preferring to wear something simpler like a skirt, but today was not an option!

the company had practically demanded that you keep that outfit in yujin because otherwise she would be different from the other members and would be overshadowed, so unfortunately you had to hold back your desire to help her and offer her comfort because thinking about her would mean earning a scolding or losing your job

“i’m sorry, yujinnie. i can’t do anything this time.”

“but it hurts :(.”

until you look down to understand why she seems to be suffering so much and you realize what she was talking about 😳 you might have glanced at yujin’s crotch once in a while, but unconsciously! or not… and you always noticed her bulge pointing out against her pants, in a less noticeable way in those cases, but it was more than obvious that she was carrying something big under those pants

but since you were taking too long to give an answer, yujin has to take matters into her own hands! of course, turning you around and forcing you to lean over the armrest of the sofa in the locker room, not even giving you time to think, she hooks her thumbs in the waistband of your jeans and pulls them down your thighs along with your panties

“it’ll be quick. i promise.”

yujin being so pressured by only having five minutes to finish getting ready to leave the dressing rooms and head to the stage where she is literally slamming her cock into your pussy in a way that could split you in half 😭 ugh she is so frustrated and annoyed at having little time to take care of her problem that she takes it out by hammering her cock into your pussy, without even worrying about whether you can take it all or whether you’re comfortable…

she keeps her eyes on the watch on the wall, seeming more worried about getting told off by her manager than worrying about whether you're feeling okay 😓 although yujin every so often directs her gaze to you to check your condition, noticing how you’re tightly gripping the sofa cushions and burying your face in them to stifle your moans and prevent everyone from knowing that you are being fucked by your “superior”

ohhh and when yujinnie realizes there is one minute and a few seconds left until she has to go to the stage... she goes from having only one hand on your hip to having both, holding your body tightly to push you back against her and make you meet her thrusts, digging her fingers into your skin and digging her nails into your flesh, leaving scratches and crescent marks on the skin of your hip bones 😵‍💫 yujin having to bite her lower lip to avoid moaning as she felt her cock begin to shoot ropes of cum inside your pussy and straight to your womb, closing her eyes and leaning her head back as your walls hug her so tightly, practically begging her not to pull out and keep breeding you…

and this is how yujin’s stylist made sure that she looked presentable for her presentation 💕 and later she and the members are doing a vlog and interacting with the camera as if they were talking to fans yujin takes a moment to showing off her cute outfit of the day, mentioning that her stylist made sure she looked brilliant on stage

[siilent-wanderer]

Lights, Camera, Us

Summary: During a magazine photoshoot, rising actress An Yujin and her co-star Kwon Y/N ignite fan theories with their undeniable chemistry. But behind the lens, what started as on-screen tension quietly blossoms into shared mornings, soft kisses, and the kind of intimacy they’re no longer sure how to hide — or if they even want to.

Genre: fluff, mutual pining, a little suggestive if you squint, azzo

Word Count: 3.1k words

actress!An Yujin x actress!fem reader

A/N: yujin brainrot

The photoshoot had barely started, but the atmosphere was already buzzing.

Y/N and Yujin, co-stars in a hit drama, were booked for an exclusive magazine cover spread. Their on-screen chemistry had kept fans hooked for weeks, and now, with cameras flashing and the styling team fussing over every detail, it was clear their off-screen dynamic was just as captivating.

The photographer barely had to direct them.

“Closer,” he had started to say, but before he could finish, Yujin was already shifting in.

Y/N moved naturally, leaning into the pose, but she couldn’t ignore the way Yujin’s presence wrapped around her like second nature. Her hand hovered near Y/N’s waist, not quite touching but close enough to be felt. The tension, the ease — it was all instinctive, effortless. And the camera caught everything.

One of the standout moments came when they were told to hold an intense gaze. Y/N expected it to be just another pose, but Yujin? She held eye contact like it was an indirect, silent confession, her lips curling just slightly at the edges. Her fingers brushed over Y/N’s wrist, a featherlight touch that sent a shiver up her spine.

“Perfect,” the photographer murmured, snapping away. "Ah, we should’ve just let you two pose yourselves from the beginning."

Y/N huffed out a small laugh, barely audible. “You don’t even need cues anymore.”

Yujin grinned, her dimples deepening as she tilted her head just slightly. “Why would I? You make it easy.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but the warmth creeping up her neck betrayed her. And the cameras caught that, too.

When the teaser photos were posted on social media, chaos erupted.

[ellekorea]: A love story too captivating for just the screen. Witness Y/N and Yujin’s effortless chemistry in our upcoming cover feature.

Attached were two photos:

The first: Y/N and Yujin in sleek, monochrome outfits, standing close, Yujin’s fingers grazing Y/N’s wrist. Their eyes locked, their expressions unreadable but charged.

The second: Y/N with a soft smile, her head tilted just slightly toward Yujin, who was looking at her with something dangerous in her gaze — something that made fans lose their minds.

[saintyujin] HELLO??? WHY DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A COUPLE SHOOT??? [_missyn] these two could date and i wouldn’t even be surprised at this point [ayjdotcom] This is either the best acting I’ve ever seen or someone’s got a crush and it’s NOT Y/N [kwony23] Y/N’s expression in the second pic… oh she’s in trouble. LIKE BIG TROUBLE

And then, Y/N posted on Instagram.

She wasn’t the type to post much outside of work, keeping her page clean and professional. But this time, she uploaded a carousel of the shoot — behind-the-scenes moments, teaser shots, and a final slide that sent everyone spiraling.

It was a black-and-white close-up of her and Yujin, foreheads almost touching, eyes laced with something just beyond reach. The caption? Simple.

[kwon_yn] 🎬📸

But it wasn’t just the post itself that set fans off — it was the fact that this was the first time Y/N had ever posted someone else on her account. And that someone was Yujin.

[forynonly] Y/N NEVER POSTS PEOPLE… YUJIN YOU ARE SO SPECIAL OMG [popo__yuj] Is this Yujin’s soft launch? I need answers. [yudingsz] this is giving “my girlfriend is so pretty” energy I’m going insane agajkdhagh [ynmuse] y/n dropping this post like it’s normal and expecting us to be calm. gurl we are NOT

As if that weren’t enough, behind-the-scenes videos from the shoot were released. One clip showed Y/N fixing Yujin’s collar before a shot, making Yujin blink in surprise before breaking into a small, fond smile. Another clip captured Yujin gently brushing Y/N’s hair back out of her face before their close-up shot, murmuring, “Your hair’s in the way.” Y/N simply let her, a soft look passing between them. In another, they were caught laughing at an inside joke, completely oblivious to the cameras around them. Another clip showed Y/N reviewing shots on the monitor, nodding along, while Yujin stood beside her, arms crossed. Y/N didn’t notice, but Yujin? She was just watching her, smiling absentmindedly, like she forgot the cameras were still rolling. Their joint interview was the final nail in the coffin.

Interviewer: “Your dynamic is amazing. Was it like this on set too?”

Yujin: "Working with Y/N is really easy. I mean, we don’t have to force anything because our chemistry is just there."

Y/N: "I think we just understand each other well, so even in photoshoots like this, we don’t really need much direction. Yujin actually makes it really easy. She’s just really comfortable to be around."

Yujin (grinning): “Y/N is saying that, but she’s the one who always took care of me during filming.”

Interviewer: "Fans have noticed that you two are really close even off-screen. Has your friendship grown beyond the drama?"

Y/N (glancing at Yujin): "Yeah, I think we became close. We still hang out when we can."

Yujin (smiling): "We do."

The rumors only intensified when Yujin, despite her packed schedule, somehow found the time to take Y/N to a museum. Fans noticed when Yujin posted a story of their museum visit, followed by a meal at a quiet restaurant. Y/N shared Yujin’s post on her own story with a simple white heart emoji. Later on Bubble, Y/N sent pictures of her at the museum, marveling how pretty it was in person.

— "Yujinie remembered how I always mentioned wanting to visit this museum while we were filming, so she got us tickets."

“She REMEMBERED Y/N mentioning this during filming. It’s been MONTHS. HELLO????”

"Y/N posting Yujin first. Yujin taking Y/N to a place she’s always wanted to visit. WHAT KIND OF FANFIC PLOT IS THIS???"

"pls just say you’re dating already, we’re tired"

But the biggest hint came when Yujin accidentally posted a Bubble update. The image showed her laying down, watching When Life Gives You Tangerines on a TV screen. But fans quickly noticed something in the reflection — a shadow, a faint silhouette of someone sitting beside her. The internet immediately exploded with theories.

“Is that… is that Y/N??”

“wait didn’t y/n js recently say that was her favorite drama these days?”

“ok so Yujin watching Y/N’s fave drama with Y/N next to her?? This is so domestic I can’t do this”

“No thoughts, just Yujin and Y/N hanging out in someone’s house watching a kdrama”

Neither of them addressed it, of course, but at this point, they didn’t have to. Their actions spoke louder than words.

The night was calm, the city outside buzzing with distant life while Y/N and Yujin sat side by side on the couch, wrapped in the comfortable quiet of each other’s presence. The low glow of the TV cast soft shadows across the room, but neither of them was really paying attention to the movie playing. Not when there was something else lingering in the air between them — something unspoken yet undeniable.

Y/N felt it first, the weight of Yujin’s gaze on her. It wasn’t unusual for Yujin to look at her, but this time, it was different. There was an intensity in her eyes, a quiet contemplation mixed with something softer, something hesitant.

When Y/N turned to meet her stare, she caught the way Yujin’s eyes flickered down to her lips, just for a second, before darting back up. The moment stretched between them, drawn out and delicate, as if the air itself was holding its breath.

Yujin swallowed, her fingers twitching slightly against her lap. "Can I…?" she asked, barely above a whisper.

She didn’t need to finish the question. Y/N understood. And instead of answering with words, she gave a small, almost imperceptible nod.

That was all the permission Yujin needed.

Slowly, she leaned in, her breath warm as it fanned across Y/N’s lips. There was no rush, no urgency — only a gentle pull, as if gravity itself was guiding them together. The moment their lips touched, everything else faded away. The world outside, the sound of the movie, even the soft hum of the air conditioner — none of it mattered.

Yujin kissed her once, testing the waters, then again, a little firmer this time, a quiet sigh escaping against Y/N’s lips. Y/N responded in kind, tilting her head to deepen the kiss, her hand reaching up to cup Yujin’s face, thumb grazing over her cheek.

Yujin’s hands found Y/N’s waist and without a word, she gently tugged her closer, guiding her to sit on her lap. Y/N straddled her, knees tucked on either side, their bodies pressed close. The kiss deepened as Yujin tilted her head, lips parting slightly. Y/N followed her lead, the softest brush of their tongues igniting something warm and slow between them. It wasn’t rushed — it was exploratory, patient, and tender.

Their breaths mingled, lips moving in sync as hands roamed with care. Y/N’s fingers slid into Yujin’s hair while Yujin’s held her firmly by the waist, grounding her, anchoring them both in this quiet, charged moment.

They broke apart briefly only for air, their breaths mingling in the small space between them. Yujin’s lips were slightly swollen, a teasing smile playing at the corners, and her eyes hooded as she gazed at Y/N with something unspoken but so obvious in her expression.

Yujin blinked at her, dazed. “What?” she asked, breathless.

Y/N smiled, breathless, her fingertips still resting against Yujin’s cheek. "You’re cute."

Y/N chuckled, brushing her fingers lightly against the strands of Yujin’s hair. “You’re cute.”

Yujin blinked at her, processing the words, before groaning and burying her face against Y/N’s shoulder in embarrassment. "You can’t just say that after…" She trailed off, her voice muffled against the fabric of Y/N’s shirt.

Y/N only laughed, wrapping an arm around her, pulling her closer. "I just did."

Yujin peeked up at her, a lazy grin spreading across her face. "How are you so gorgeous?”

"That’s funny, I could ask you the same thing," Y/N teased, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of Yujin’s lips, watching as a faint blush dusted over her cheeks.

Yujin sighed dramatically, but there was no hiding the happiness in her eyes. “Hmm," she hummed, nudging their foreheads together. "I beg to disagree.”

A beat passed before Yujin’s gaze flickered back to Y/N’s lips, as if drawn to them against her will. Y/N noticed, her lips quirking up in amusement. "You want to kiss me again, don’t you?"

Yujin huffed out a soft laugh, tilting her head as she traced her thumb gently along Y/N’s jawline. "Maybe."

Y/N didn’t make her wait. She leaned in first this time, pressing her lips to Yujin’s with a newfound confidence. Yujin met her eagerly, hands resting at Y/N’s waist as the kiss turned deeper, more desperate in the best way. Their movements grew slower, more languid, the weight of their emotions settling between them like something warm and undeniable.

Yujin's fingers traced gentle patterns along Y/N's back, sending a pleasant shiver through her. Y/N sighed against Yujin's lips, tightening her hold around her, not wanting the moment to end. Yujin pulled back just enough to rest her forehead against Y/N’s, her breath coming out in soft, uneven pants.

"I like this," Yujin admitted, her voice low, intimate.

Y/N smiled, brushing her fingers lightly through Yujin’s hair. "Me too."

Yujin chuckled, pressing one last, lingering kiss to Y/N’s lips before pulling her into a warm embrace. "Good. Because I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon."

They stayed like that for a while, just holding each other, soft kisses exchanged like secrets. At some point, Y/N's attention drifted to the gentle slope of Yujin’s neck, where a small, faint birthmark rested just beneath her jaw. She traced the shape with the pad of her finger, delicate and slow.

She smiled softly, reaching up to brush her fingers over it. "This is cute," she murmured, her touch feather-light.

Yujin turned slightly pink. “What is?”

“This,” Y/N whispered, leaning in to press a kiss to the spot. “This little birthmark. It’s so you.”

Yujin tilted her head to the side, eyes fluttering closed, silently offering more access. Y/N continued her soft trail of kisses, but after a moment, she pulled back and pouted.

Yujin opened her eyes at the sudden absence of touch, lifting a hand to gently hold Y/N’s chin and tilt her face up. “What’s wrong?” she asked, her thumb brushing against Y/N’s bottom lip.

Y/N sighed dramatically. “I’m just jealous because I don’t have one.”

Yujin blinked, then smiled slowly, something playful and fond dancing in her eyes. “You can have the other one,” she said softly.

Y/N tilted her head in question.

“There’s a bigger one,” Yujin explained, taking Y/N’s hand and guiding it under the hem of her shirt, placing it gently over her stomach. “Right here.”

Y/N’s breath caught slightly as her fingers felt the smooth skin there. The birthmark was warm beneath her touch, soft and personal. She glanced up at Yujin with wide eyes, then bent down to press a kiss to it as well, lingering a little longer.

When she looked back up, Yujin was already staring at her with the kind of gaze that made Y/N feel like she was the only person in the world.

“I love these,” Y/N whispered, brushing her lips once more over the mark. “Like little constellations that only I get to see.”

Yujin reached up, cradling Y/N’s face in both hands, thumbs stroking along her cheeks. “Then you can keep it,” she said softly. “It’s yours.”

The morning light poured through the window in soft, golden streaks, casting a gentle glow over the shared bed where Yujin and Y/N lay tangled in each other’s warmth. The night before had been filled with stolen kisses and quiet laughter, whispered confessions between kisses and featherlight touches. Nothing too much, just enough to make the air feel thick with affection.

Yujin had whispered it while brushing a strand of hair behind Y/N’s ear, her thumb tracing along her cheekbone, "Let’s go on a date tomorrow."

Y/N’s lips had curved into a soft smile. "Only if Azzo comes too."

Yujin chuckled, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Of course. He wouldn’t forgive me if we left him behind."

Now, in the early hours of the morning, Yujin stirred first. She blinked slowly, careful not to jostle Y/N who was still curled into her side. She didn’t want to leave the warmth of the bed, of Y/N’s arms, but she had plans. Groceries to grab. A picnic to prepare. She was determined to make their first real date something special.

Yujin tried to gently ease out of Y/N’s hold, slipping her arm free from under Y/N’s waist. But just as she started to sit up, she felt a tug. Y/N, still half-asleep, pulled her back down with surprising strength.

"Where are you going?" Y/N mumbled, her voice raspy with sleep.

Yujin leaned in, brushing a kiss to Y/N’s forehead. "Just gonna grab some groceries. I’ll be back in an hour. Go back to sleep, baby."

Y/N peeked one eye open, blinking up at her. "I wanna come."

Yujin paused. "You sure? It’s so early."

"Consider it the first part of our date," Y/N said, a sleepy grin tugging at her lips.

And really, who was Yujin to say no to that?

A few minutes later, they were both out of bed, the air chilly on their skin. Y/N stood barefoot in Yujin’s room, looking around with messy hair and eyes still heavy with sleep.

"I didn’t bring any clothes," Y/N yawned.

"Pick whatever you want from my closet," Yujin said as she opened the wardrobe. "Seriously, anything."

Y/N wandered over and peeked inside, but then turned to Yujin with a mischievous look. "You pick something for me."

Yujin tilted her head. "Really?"

Y/N nodded. "I wanna wear something you’d pick."

Yujin smiled, cheeks tinged pink. She pulled out a soft, oversized hoodie and a pair of comfy sweatpants, both well-worn and smelling faintly like her. She tossed them to Y/N. "You’ll look cute in these."

"I always look cute," Y/N teased, slipping them on.

Yujin watched her with a quiet kind of awe. There was something so intimate about seeing Y/N in her clothes, moving around her space like she belonged there. Maybe she did.

Azzo barked once from his bed in the living room, tail thumping against the floor.

"He’s ready too," Yujin laughed.

Y/N slipped her hand into hers as they walked toward the door. "Let’s go buy some strawberries."

And Yujin, entirely smitten, nodded. "Yeah. Let’s go."

The morning was still quiet when Y/N and Yujin found themselves walking through the quiet aisles of a neighborhood grocery store. Yujin pushed the cart lazily, one hand on the handle, the other loosely interlaced with Y/N’s as they strolled side by side. It was barely past 9AM, but the warmth between them felt like midday sunshine.

“So, strawberries,” Yujin repeated dutifully, steering them toward the produce section. “Anything else, your highness?”

Y/N playfully bumped her shoulder. “Maybe something for Azzo, too.”

Yujin grinned. “Azzo’s definitely part of this date.”

They paused in front of the fruits. Y/N reached for a container of strawberries, but Yujin beat her to it. “Let me,” she said softly, plucking the best-looking one and holding it up to Y/N’s lips.

Y/N blinked, then leaned forward, taking a small bite and trying not to smile too wide. “Sweet,” she said, chewing. “You’re good at picking.”

“I have taste,” Yujin replied, with a wink that sent a wave of heat to Y/N’s cheeks.

They made their way through the store, bickering over which sandwich bread was better and sneaking extra snacks into the cart when the other wasn’t looking. At one point, Y/N disappeared down an aisle and returned with a bouquet of tiny sunflowers.

“For you,” she said, offering them to Yujin. “To match your smile.”

Yujin tried to act unfazed, but the way her ears turned red gave her away. “You’re gonna kill me with your sweetness,” she muttered, taking the flowers and tucking them gently into the cart.

Eventually, they reached the checkout line, their cart filled with ingredients for their picnic: fresh fruit, bread, cheese, juice, and a few pastries they couldn’t resist. Yujin glanced down at Y/N, who was quietly humming to herself and rocking back on her heels.

“You really consider this the first part of our date?” Yujin asked softly.

Y/N looked up, eyes warm. “Yeah. Waking up with you, getting groceries, sharing strawberries in the fruit aisle… it feels like the beginning of something.”

Yujin smiled — soft, genuine, and completely smitten. “Yeah,” she echoed, “it really does.”

And somehow, even before their picnic had started, it already felt like the perfect day.

[pupyuj]

Omg Omg this has been in my mind for so long😮‍💨 Imagine G!p manager yujin x idol reader who's like obsessed with her (like sick in the head obsessed, she would get jealous and all mad when Yujin talks to someone other than her and she would do anything to please her manager) and Yujin who uses that to her advantage to get and do whatever she wants with reader 😵‍💫

lowkey was mad as hell writing this (meaning i got too into it UMMM) so if this sounds intense or like i went overboard that’s whysjfhficnsrhck 😭😭😭😭

[cw: cnc (implied), g!p yujin, good ol’ manipulation, unhealthy power dynamic, dare i say abuse of power, like yujin really sucks lmao.]

at first, yujin really wouldn’t know what to do with all the attention you were giving her and she would actually think you were pretty weird getting all chummy with her for no reason… until she starts to enjoy it all and get weird herself 😵‍💫 she finds it fascinating how jealous you would get over the tiniest things! a few examples would be: her eyes lingering on some other pretty idol for too long, she’s talking to the female staffs for too long, she’s getting along too well with the other managers, or she’s smiling while texting some of her friends that you don’t know about… all of it made you mad, and also made you look insane! but yujin fucking loved it.

all of that made it all too easy to wrap you around her finger 😋 eventually you were just so desperate to be the only girl in yujin’s heart that you quite literally did everything she wanted you to do 🥺 yujin would act friendly to you and make little ‘helpful’ comments about what you should wear during airport appearances or variety shows or content videos until even your personal fashion style has changed based on what you thought was what she wanted to see from you!

to everyone else you were just doing what your manager was suggesting but they would never guess that it was something a lot darker than that since yujin makes your dynamic look so sweet and wholesome to your fans 🫣 you keep sucking up to her, letting her practically dictate how you play your career until you finally get what you want which was… well, getting fucked in the backseat of yujin’s car that conveniently had its windows tinted 🫢

she said it had been a tiring day for her and you wanted to make it better so.. that’s how you ended up spreading your legs open for her while she just rams her big cock inside you 🥺 didn’t matter if it was your first time, or that she was too big, or that you already came so much and made a mess on the seats—it felt good more than it hurt so you allowed yujinnie to rut away at you until she finally came deep inside you and make the pain, the insults she threw at you, and the headache-inducing hair grabbing all worth it…

manager yujin-nim starts using you like you were some kind of sex doll from then on but??? you were really into it??? but of course you were!! bcs this was everything you wanted—to be touched by her, to be loved by her, to be fucked by her… it was perfect! 😍 she drags you away every time there’s a break during practice and everybody thinks she needs to discuss some things with you but nope, yujin’s got you moaning and whining inside a bathroom stall, your legs wrapped tightly around her waist while she’s fucking into you like a dog in heat 🫠🫠 she’d tell you to keep your voice down but why would she make this all less fun??

yujinnie encourages you to scream her name, to beg louder, to cry harder and you actually do it, simply bcs it was what she wanted and she gets a hell of a kick outta that! and she’s so drunk on power that she really does just fuck you whenever she wants! 😋 whether you’re ready for it or not, yujin will just take your arm, drag you to a secluded area, and relieve herself using you 🥰

it’ll cost you your precious career one day and you know that but… you’re way too in love with the sick bastard that is yujin to even care anymore 🫠

[lovelyjoyous]

A housewife(or just wife) Reader X Yujin, please🙏🙏 Idk, she seems so wife material for me

A/N: Can’t stop of thinking about this ask, so I just wrote this in my study break in 15 mins, sorry for any erros

“housewife”fem!Reader X wife!Yujin

warnings! mens and minors dni, cunnilingus(reader receiving), a little pussydrunk! Yujin, overstimulation, that’s fluff tbh, lmk if has more

I see Yujin as a wife who would always make time for you, even if she worked late into the night.

Coming home to see you finishing dessert for dinner and feeling so grateful for having you and being able to give you the good life you deserve.

Always being happy with anything you do, those things that other people would probably find silly, yes, she would be there clapping for you and telling you how amazing you are at what you do, even if it's the same recipe you've been making since you started dating, she would always think you're amazing.

Grinning from ear to ear when she realizes you prepared snacks for her, so when she opens the notes you leave in her lunch box, she could run home just to hug you.

Giving you kisses whenever you come home or go out, because she loves that.

Or taking you out to dinner and looking at you with hearts in her eyes - or maybe it's puppy ​​eyes.

Or coming home and just needing you by her side, or a make-out session - everyone knows what that means.

Putting you on her lap and telling you how beautiful you are.

Kissing your neck, shoulder, cheek, until you almost beg her to keep doing it.

Yujin taking off your clothes with such care and affection, as if you would break if she touched the wrong place.

But then when you look at her with pleading eyes (🥺) she definitely forgets everything and just wants to fuck you until she gets tired.

She definitely does that, giving you heads that makes you see stars and tremble on the mattress, only to hear her ask “Is this good, princess?”, then you swear you could cum with just that.

She certainly wouldn’t be satisfied with just the first time.

Telling you to just spread your legs and let her take care of you. The “take care” turning into “destroy” when she loses her cool and simply starts fucking you with two fingers in a rhythm that made your body shake.

Trying to keep your leg as wide open as possible, even though you're already hoarse and your vision is blurry, but she knows you can handle more.

Cleaning you up and putting you in new pajamas and a clean, fragrant bed, making you fall asleep in her arms while she thanks you for being so good to her.

You couldn't ask for a better wife.

[yujinnieswifeu]

Can you do sassy insolent baby girl dramatic princesse tomboy reader × who you want

(Reader always make fun of her girlfriend but that's just that she kow her girlfriend to well and that's one of her way to say "i love you" not that she can't say "i love you" but yk. Reader is a good observer too and is in high school, reader is known for laughing a lot and making fun of her friends,classmate,teacher her girlfriend and even her girlfriend friends/members reader is a real troublemaker and quite bad at school too that' swhy she need her girlfriend help too do her homwokrs that doesn'thepl her case too)

i'm sorry i'm just rambling my bad you don't have to read it all

And g!p idol×bottom reader

thank in advance

-🎀

pairings: sub!fem reader x dom g!p Ahn Yujin

warnings: smut, cock warming, p in v, Yujin has a cock, cumming inside pussy (don’t do this irl)

a/n: hi 🎀 anonn~, tq for the request, really had fun with this plot heh and ofc everyone know im gg to write for Yujin when you said any idol 😋 also i tried to add in all the things u said but im pretty sure i missed out some, hope it’s still fine tho😣 enjoy~~

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Another day of school, and you thought it would be any usual day. It started of the same, you waking up later than the alarm you set the previous day, groaning as you groggily make your way to the bathroom to bath, getting dressed for school before rushing out of your apartment when you realised the time. It was only when you reached the gates that you looked at your phone, seeing multiple texts from your girlfriend.

7:35am

Hey cutie, good morning ;). Can’t wait to see you later🥺

8:02am

Baby? Why aren’t you awake yet 😞, miss you sm :(

8:33am

Don’t tell me you’re late again uh? Or are you still sleeping? 🤨

It makes you smile, and you quickly reply to her text, letting her know you just reached school. “Hey Y/n!” You heard a familiar voice, looking up as your face lit at your best friend. “Liz!” You went up to her, giving her a quick hug which made some passer by’s stare but you couldn’t care less. You and Liz were always like this, heck, if you weren’t dating Yujin now, people might think you two were a couple, but of course, word spreads fast in campus.

“Where’s your one and only?” She teases, which you react with a playful eye roll, raising a brow and your hands at your waist as you attempt to make a pose to act all cool. “Well obviouslyyy, she’s later than me!” Liz just laughs, her laughter dying down when she looks to someone behind you, only for you to hear the person cough and you bit your bottom lip. You were definitely in it now if she just heard that. “What did you just say Y/n L/n?” That voice.

It makes you shiver inside, a cheeky chuckle escapes your lips before you turn to pout at your girlfriend, which she rolls her eyes at. “You know, this girl here only replied to me now, and look at her hair, she was obviously rushing, weren’t you Y/n?” You look to Liz for help, watching as she slowly backed away and mouthing a ‘sorry’ before heading off first. “Babeee, why you need to embarrass me like that?” You whine when your best friend had gone, and Yujin smirks, her head tilted slightly with her brow raised.

“And why did you lie to your best friend hm?” You could only pout, your hands tucked in your pockets as your head was down. “I’m just playing with you love, i knew why you did that.” She was softer this time when she sees how you were acting and you gave her a wide smile. She boops your nose with her index which makes you giggle slightly. “Hey lovebirds, class is starting soon you know?” It was Wonyoung this time, her hand slung around your shoulder as she attempted to tease your height again.

“Wony! I’m not that short!” Wonyoung and Yujin laughs instead, and you glare slightly at Yujin who purses her lips together to stop her own laughter. “Sorry babe, you just look so cute.” “You mean when i’m this short?” You retort immediately and she couldn’t stop the smile appearing from her face. “You know why.” She winks, her attempt to flirt with you when Wonyoung was still here makes your face beet red and Wonyoung just blinks her eyes, not understanding a thing. “T-that doesn’t mean i am one!” You argued, and Wonyoung suddenly understood it. “Ohh, we learn something new about Y/n everyday hm?” She joins in and you just rolls your eyes. “We both know Yujin is the bottom!” You try again, sticking your tongue out at them before wiggling your way out of Wonyoung’s grip, before heading to your classroom. “Shall we see later?” Yujin shouts a little as you walked off, and you waved them off, feeling the hotness in your cheeks when you think about it.

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“And that concludes today’s lesson!” Your last period finally ended, and you were so glad it didn’t last any longer. You quickly gathered your things, not forgetting the homework of course, thinking of only one person who can help you with it during the weekends. “Y/n? Can you stay back a little while?” The teacher’s voice makes you stop packing, your heart suddenly racing as you knew it was probably something to do with your grades.

“Sure.”

“So…i’m going to assign someone to be paired with you to help you with learning this topic, is that fine?” You were anxious on who it was, just hoping it wouldn’t be a guy as you nod your head yes. “Okay, hm let me think. I do have a student who is really good in this topic, it is a girl so don’t you worry.” She says, seeing how you were less tense after hearing her say that it would be a female. That was until you found out the student that she mentioned was Yujin, and you suddenly grew all tense again.

“A-and you didn’t tell me about this? You know your grades are important right?” Yujin was frustrated, combing her hair back with her fingers. It was after school when she just dragged you back to her place, her grip tight on your wrist with no explanation whatsoever. It was only when you two were in her room, and she sits you down on her chair rather forcefully that she spilled her frustrations, which brings you to the situation now. You were screwed.

“I…I can explain.” She glares at you, which makes you shut up. You knew in this situation to not talk back, after all, you were weaker in your studies. “I’m not doing your homework for you anymore.” She snaps coldly, a shiver runs down your spine, Yujin has never gotten this upset before so it scared you a little. “Yujin…” “You need to learn to do it yourself.” She continues, her arms now crossed as she looks down at your state. She knew you were feeling tense at the situation, and her chiding you would not be enough to help you. “I’ll help you.” Her tone was softer this time as she kneels, her arms on your thighs as she takes your hand, giving you a reassuring smile that catches your breath every single time.

You could feel your cheeks turning hot, and you let your hair cascade down your face to hide the blush as you bit your bottom lip. “Thank you Yujin ah.” She brushes your hair back behind your ear, and pinches your now red cheeks. “Cute.” You swat her hand away, suddenly feeling even more shy as you cover your face to hide the smile. She laughs, attempting to remove your hands to plant kisses all over your face making you squeal as you melt into her touch.

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“What does this part of the sentence mean?” Yujin ask you for the countless time today, and you just stared at her with a blank face. She groans into her hands, clearly understanding this wasn’t working. “Baby…” she drags, and you pout, playing with your fingers instead. “It’s hard to understand.” You whine out loud, which makes her tilt her head at you, her palm against her cheek as her elbows are against the table. “You were distracted, thats why.” Your girlfriend says sternly, and you knew she was right.

But how could you control that? After all, you get easily distracted by everything, especially when it comes to your girlfriend. Yujin suddenly had an idea, a smirk plastered on her face and you cock a brow at her. “What?” She bites her bottom lip, taking you by the waist over her lap, it makes you gasp, feeling something poking between your asscheeks as you attempt to grind yourself against her even more. “Mm..how about if you’re able to get all the exercises right by the end of today…” You could feel her hand slowly undoing your sweatpants, as it drops down to the floor. “Then i will reward you hm?” You whimper softly, your lips pursed as you gave her a pleading look but she just glares at you.

“Be good, or nothing at all hm.” She wraps her fingers around your neck, not strangling you, but letting you know who was in charge as you gulp slightly. “Y-yes Yujin.” She smiles at your reply, contented with your answer as she asks you to stand, removing her pants. You immediately feel yourself salivating at the sight as she removes her boxers along with her pants, watching how her cock immediately springs up against her tummy, some pre-cum forming at the tip. You wanted to lick it so bad, to kneel and let your girlfriend fuck your mouth like the slut you were for her cock, but you knew she wouldn’t give you what you wanted just yet. “Sit down baby.” She spreads her legs a little, and you understood the assignment.

You sit down slowly on her lap, your back against her front, her hands spreading your asscheeks slightly as you slowly slide her hardened cock inside of you. It makes you moan loudly, hands gripping the desk, your breathing coming out in short breaths when you finally settled on her lap with her cock fully inside of you. Yujin bites her lip to suppress any sounds from escaping her mouth, her hands now pushing the exercise in front of you as she pases you a pen.

“Start.”

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You were almost done with the exercise, and you do not know how long it has been, but it definitely felt like hours have passed. You were sure her chair was now ruined considering how wet you were, your juices were dripping down yours and her thighs. Sometimes, when Yujin shifts, it makes you whimper and you try to grind more against her which she stops immediately as her hands holds your hip in place, her breath fanning hotly against the back of your ear where she warns you to try again. Yujin’s voice was low and sultry, she was getting painfully hard by now, with the way your walls flutters around her when she would shift just the slightest, or when she touches you, it was a torture for her too. She really couldn’t wait to ruin you after this.

“I-i’m done Yujin.” You say rather breathlessly, and Yujin looks over your work, her chin on your shoulder, hearing how your breath hitches and your walls fluttering around her again as her front presses against your back. “My good girl, these are all correct now.” She lets out a satisfied sigh, and feels the way your hips move against her lap, it makes her groan, her head against the back of the chair. “F-fuck, you have no idea…how much i want to ruin you now.” Her voice deep and filled with lust, hands gripping your hips, nails slightly piercing your skin as you continue to ride her reverse cowgirl style. “Please…Y-yujin ruin me please.” You took her hands placing them under your shirt hearing her groan.

“Get up.” You were reluctant to do so, but listen to her instructions as you get up, your legs were weak when you try to stand, your hands gripping the edge of the desk for support. You feel her turning you around, her lips on yours almost instantly and you moan softly into the kiss. Your legs wraps around her, pulling her closer to you and her tip accidentally bumps at your clit. It causes you to jolt, you were sensitive from warming her cock for so long and so was she, another groan leaving her lips. Within seconds, she has your back on the sheets, her hands removing her shirt and bra as you did the same to yours. She strokes her now painfully erect cock, pupils blown with lust as she lines herself up against your sopping cunt and you swore that has to be the hottest thing your girlfriend ever did.

“S-so wet for me..fuck.” She pushes herself in almost forcefully, your walls greedily sucking her in as she moves at a feverish speed. It makes you all breathless, eyes rolling from all the pent up teasing earlier. She has your hands above your head, her head diving down to hungrily attack your bossoms with hickies and licks. You moan even louder for her, pulling at your hands weakly which she has them pinned over your head still, your back arches into her touch, the feeling of her tongue rolling over your nipples makes you clench around her even more. “Don’t..don’t s-stop please..!” Your orgasm was approaching with the way her tip hits your sweet spot with each thrust. You could feel her twitching inside of you, knowing she was close as well, her hands finally leaving your wrists, going to your hips as she pulls it higher up against her legs.

The new angle makes your body squirm, eyes pooling with tears from how her tip drags along your sweet spot, and she pistons even faster, mouth agape. “F-fuck, this pussy was made for me.” She speeds up her movements, feeling how your walls closes around her even more, it makes her breathe heavily, as she watches your body react with each of her thrusts. The sight of your breasts jiggling and teary eyes sends her over the edge as she paints your walls white. You come soon after, head tilting back, eyes rolling as your vision turns white, body spasming as you come all over her, screaming her name. She slowly thrust herself this time, prolonging your shared orgasm as her body comes into contact with yours. It makes you whimper, arms around her bringing her closer to you if that was even possible. “I-i can’t stop love, i’m sorry.” She mutters, and before you knew it, she turns your front against the sheets, your back against her front as she has her arms locked over yours, moaning and breathing against your ears as her cock slides back inside your now puckered hole, and you knew that she was not going to stop anytime soon.

This was definitely not just another usual day.