#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 😵‍💫

[katnipp]

Can you write an angst with Bully! Wonyoung x Victim! Reader? The plot is up to you 😺

the things she never said— jang wonyoung

genre: angst

synopsis: once childhood best friends, wonyoung turned cold and y/n broke quietly under the weight of her cruelty. when y/n suddenly disappears, a final letter forces wonyoung to confront the damage she caused.

warnings: toxic friendship, bullying, self-isolation, quick mentions of anxiety and depression, implied trauma, THIS STORY IS NOT AN ACCURATE DEPICTION OF WONYOUNG!!!!!

—

it always started the same.

a glance. a murmur. a laugh that wasn’t meant to be kind.

“you ever think about how weird you are?” wonyoung would say, loud enough for others to hear but quiet enough to pass off as casual.

y/n never responded.

she just kept walking. head down. hands gripping the straps of her backpack like they were the only things keeping her grounded.

and wonyoung would smile.

fake. cruel. hollow.

⸻

they used to be best friends.

before high school, before boys and makeup and social status mattered, before wonyoung realized that kindness made her a target.

before she realized that pushing y/n away was easier than admitting that she missed the way y/n’s hand felt in hers when they walked home. that she still remembered the sound of her laughter when they shared earbuds on the bus. that maybe—just maybe—her feelings had always been more than friendship.

so she buried them.

and she buried y/n along with them.

⸻

“you seriously wearing that again?” wonyoung said one morning, standing in front of y/n’s locker like she owned the hallway.

y/n flinched but didn’t look up. she kept reorganizing her books. pretending the knot in her throat wasn’t there.

“must be nice,” wonyoung added, “not caring what people think.”

“must be nice,” y/n whispered, barely audible, “not having to think at all.”

it was the first thing she’d said to her in weeks.

wonyoung’s smirk faltered.

“what’d you say?”

“nothing.”

coward, wonyoung thought bitterly. but the word felt like it was meant for herself.

⸻

that night, y/n stared at her ceiling in silence, headphones in, music off.

she didn’t cry. not anymore. she had cried too much the first year—when wonyoung first started ignoring her in front of their new friends, when she deleted all their old pictures off her feed, when she laughed at her in class just to fit in.

she had spent so long wondering what she did wrong.

now she just wondered when it would stop hurting.

⸻

wonyoung didn’t know why she kept doing it.

maybe it was habit. maybe it was fear. maybe it was the way y/n still looked at her sometimes—like she remembered. like she knew. like she saw the scared, bitter girl underneath the gloss and arrogance.

and that terrified her.

⸻

then one day, y/n didn’t come to school.

no warning. no post. no messages. no excuse.

day one: no one noticed but her.

day two: someone asked, “hey, has anyone seen y/n lately?” and wonyoung pretended not to hear.

day three: it rained.

⸻

she walked to class soaked, her umbrella forgotten, her mind spinning.

what if y/n wasn’t coming back?

what if she left?

what if she—

no. she wasn’t going to think like that.

she didn’t care.

except she did. more than she should’ve. more than she’d ever admit.

she stayed late that day, walking past the library even though she knew it would be empty. it always felt emptier when y/n wasn’t sitting in her usual corner.

⸻

when y/n returned, her smile was gone.

not the fake one she wore in public. the real one. the one that reached her eyes.

her skin looked paler, like she hadn’t slept in days. her hands were always cold now.

but she moved through the halls like a ghost. invisible. untouched. untouchable.

and for the first time, wonyoung couldn’t bring herself to say anything.

because what do you say to someone you broke?

⸻

a week later, she saw y/n in the art room with someone new.

a girl from her literature class. glasses. soft voice. kind smile.

they sat close. they laughed softly. and y/n—she smiled.

not fully. not the way she used to. but it was more than wonyoung had seen in months.

and she hated it.

she hated the way it made her feel.

jealous. bitter. scared.

like she was losing something she never even had the right to claim.

⸻

the next day, after school, she waited by the front entrance as it started to rain.

and like some twisted fate, y/n stepped out—laughing under a shared umbrella with that same girl.

and wonyoung snapped.

“guess you replaced me pretty fast,” she said, voice sharp and stupid and defensive.

y/n stopped walking.

the other girl looked at her, confused. “you know her?”

y/n didn’t answer. she turned slowly, looking wonyoung dead in the eyes.

“you don’t get to say things like that.”

wonyoung blinked. “i just—”

“you don’t get to pretend like you cared,” y/n cut in, voice shaking now. “not after everything.”

“i—i didn’t mean—”

“you ruined me,” y/n whispered.

the rain blurred everything, but wonyoung could still see the way her lower lip trembled. could still feel her chest twist painfully.

“you made me hate myself for a year. you made me feel invisible. and now you want to act like we’re… what? like we still mean something?”

wonyoung opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

y/n didn’t wait.

she turned and walked away, the girl beside her gently squeezing her arm.

and wonyoung just stood there, in the rain, with her heart in her throat and every word she never said suffocating her.

⸻

you were the only person who ever knew me.

i never stopped caring.

i’m sorry.

i loved you.

she never said any of it.

and maybe that was the cruelest part

—

a/n: this was quite 𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓼!! BULLYING IS NOT GOOD, DONT DO IT GUYS💥💥💥💥💥 i never realized how angsty DIVE’s are…

[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)

[siawritez]

Reader is also in the earth arcade cast; she and yujin often sneak off (yujin pulls reader away), away from the members and cameras to make each other feel good before returning very red, blushing, whispering in the other's ear and being touchy with each other but denying that they did anything when the members suspect some thing happened (maybe not sexually but they suspect they are doing secret missions or something along those lines). Also! You write so quickly but it's always really good so keep it up :) I enjoy it a lot

Earth Arcade: After Hours (Dubai Edition)

Pairing: Ahn Yujin × Fem!Reader

Warnings: secret kisses, chaotic cast energy, soft romantic smut, funny misunderstandings, secret relationship, makeouts in questionable locations, suspicious castmates (Eunji, Mimi, Youngji), public-ish tension , sneaking around, mutual pining but already dating, gentle fingering (f!receiving)

Summary:Being the fifth member on Earth Arcade meant one thing: chaos. But being secretly in love with Ahn Yujin? That meant stolen kisses in equipment storage rooms, silent touches behind camera vans, and vanishing acts that had Eunji convinced you were both part of a spy unit. Between fake alibis, suspicious teammates, and heart-melting late-night confessions, you and Yujin try to keep your love hidden from the cameras — and from the three nosiest women in Dubai.

Too bad subtlety was never your strong suit.

“Where’s Yujin?” Eunji asked for the third time that morning, squinting around the massive Dubai spice market, camera crew struggling to keep up as the scorching sun beat down.

“And where the hell is Y/N?” Mimi added, adjusting her cap. “She was just here.”

“I saw them whispering by the vendor stall and then—poof.” Youngji motioned dramatically, making a puff of smoke gesture with both hands. “Gone. Like Aladdin with a secret mission.”

“Are they—” Eunji paused, lowering her sunglasses. “Doing… wake-up missions?”

Mimi frowned. “That’s not a thing. Is it?”

---

The air was thick and stale in the cramped equipment storage room next to the production bus. Stacked camera lenses, extra batteries, light reflectors, and… Ahn Yujin, her arms around your waist, grinning against your lips.

You bit back a giggle, hands tangling in her hair. “They’re gonna figure it out one day.”

Yujin snorted softly, nuzzling your cheek. “They think we’re doing secret side missions. Like we’re in a spy drama.”

“Should we leave cryptic clues next time?” you teased, tracing your thumb over the waistband of her cargo pants. “Or write ‘The kiss thief strikes again’ on the mirror?”

“Yah—” Yujin groaned, laughing into your neck. “Stop being cute or I’m gonna—”

Her lips crashed onto yours again, warm and soft, pushing you gently against a case of tripods as your back arched. She kissed like she missed you in every second you were on camera pretending to just be castmates. Like she couldn’t believe she was allowed this — even if just for ten stolen minutes between takes.

---

Later that day, the cast was filming at the Miracle Garden, surrounded by sculpted floral peacocks and butterfly-shaped archways. Eunji was doing a VCR confessional by the camera van.

“So today’s mission is simple—get a photo of everyone together in front of the heart gate. Easy, right?”

Eunji, Mimi, and Youngji are standing alone.

“WHERE ARE THEY AGAIN?” Mimi yelled, throwing her arms in the air.

“They’re literally allergic to being on time,” Youngji said. “Or… they’re covering something up.”

“They come back all flushed and sweaty,” Eunji pointed out.

Youngji gasped. “You think they’re exercising?!”

Mimi’s face was deadpan. “You mean like running?”

Youngji nodded solemnly. “They’re in a secret Dubai running club. That’s the only explanation.”

---

You and Yujin returned ten minutes late, breathless and glowing.

“Where were you?” Eunji narrowed her eyes.

“Bathroom,” you both said in unison.

“Together?” Mimi asked, skeptical.

You blinked. “It was a two-for-one special?”

Youngji narrowed her eyes. “So suspicious…”

You leaned into Yujin’s side, nudging her secretly. “We need to be sneakier.”

Yujin’s hand brushed yours lightly, fingers lacing for half a second before she stepped away like nothing happened. “You’re the one who kissed me first today.”

“You started it in the makeup van, Miss Cheek Kiss.”

“I literally brushed off an eyelash,” Yujin whispered, grinning.

“Onto my lips.”

“Coincidence.”

---

The hotel was a fancy one. Their rooms had floor-to-ceiling windows showing the entire Dubai Marina. But you didn’t care about the skyline. You cared about the message Yujin sent two minutes after lights out:

storage room. 3 mins.

You slipped out of bed quietly, heart racing. Dressed in shorts and one of the Earth Arcade T-shirts, you padded down the hall barefoot, past sleeping staff and dim corridor lights, until you reached the familiar metal door.

Yujin was already inside, waiting behind stacked boxes. She grinned the moment she saw you and pulled you in.

“I missed you all day,” she whispered against your mouth, arms wrapping around your waist.

“You saw me every five minutes.”

“Yeah. But I couldn’t have you.”

Her voice was soft but needy, the kind that made your stomach flip. You kissed her again, this time slower, tasting the strawberry lip balm she wore during filming. Her hands slid beneath your shirt, not rushed, just warm and exploratory.

“I hate pretending,” you murmured into her neck.

She held your face, staring into your eyes in the flickering light. “Me too. But this… you’re real.”

You kissed again — longer this time, hips pressed close, your thigh sliding between hers as her breath hitched softly.

“I love how chaotic you are,” she said between kisses. “You make me feel like everything is possible. Even if we’re sneaking around storage closets.”

---

She laid you gently down on a padded mat someone had left folded in the corner. Her hands ran up your thighs as her lips explored your neck, reverent and unhurried.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” she murmured, always careful.

You only nodded, pulling her closer.

Your shirt was lifted, exposing your stomach to the cool air before her lips followed the trail, warm and slow, leaving kisses as if mapping a secret path only she could trace.

She worshipped you with touch — her fingers soft but firm, exploring gently under your waistband. You gasped, breath catching as she touched you — slowly, lovingly, like she had all the time in the world even if the hallway could light up any second.

“Stay quiet,” she whispered, smiling into your shoulder. “You’re loud when I do this.”

You bit your lip, eyes fluttering shut as her fingers moved against you, gentle circles that made your thighs tremble. Her touch was everything — respectful, soft, careful, but passionate.

You came quietly, face buried in her shoulder, her hand still stroking your back as you caught your breath.

She kissed you after like you were something holy. Like no show, no cameras, no pressure existed.

Just you and her.

---

The next morning, Eunji, Mimi, and Youngji stood waiting outside your room, arms crossed.

“Spit it out,” Eunji said.

“Huh?” you yawned, feigning innocence.

Youngji pulled out a notebook titled: Y/N & Yujin’s Secret Mission Log.

“Day 1: Disappeared during market shoot. Returned sweaty.”

“Day 3: Ten-minute hotel delay. Pink lips. Out of breath.”

“Day 5: Van caught shaking. Claimed earthquake.”

Mimi deadpanned, “We’re not mad. We just wanna join the mission team.”

You blinked. “Oh. Um. It’s... a two-person job.”

“NOOOO,” Youngji yelled. “THEY ARE DOING SOMETHING.”

You and Yujin exchanged a look. Her hand brushed yours again as she smirked.

“Guess we better plan our next escape.”

You grinned, biting back a laugh. “Storage Room #4 this time?”

Yujin winked. “You know me too well.”

---

[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]

Gravity

Summary: Yujin had always been drawn to Y/N, even when they were rivals. But now, with whispered confessions, stolen kisses, and Slytherin-green ties left behind, it was clear — some forces were impossible to fight.

Genre: Fluff, Angst, a little suggestive at the end if you squint hard enough

Word Count: 2.4k words

Slytherin! An Yujin x Ravenclaw! fem reader

A/N: I know Yujin could be in Gryffindor, but Slytherin was very fitting for the plot

The crisp autumn air carried the roar of the crowd as Ravenclaw and Slytherin faced off in one of the most anticipated Quidditch matches of the season. The tension was electric, the sky a canvas of swirling robes and darting broomsticks.

Y/N tightened her grip on her broom, scanning the field for any sign of the Quaffle. As a Chaser for Ravenclaw, she thrived on the adrenaline of the game, the thrill of outmaneuvering opponents — especially her opponent.

An Yujin.

Slytherin’s best Chaser, a relentless competitor, and Y/N’s self-proclaimed rival since their first year. They had always been neck and neck, their skills pushing each other to the limits. And yet, there was something about their rivalry that never felt hostile — just an endless game of trying to best the other.

Yujin flashed a smirk at Y/N as she swooped past, the Quaffle tucked neatly under her arm. “Too slow, Kang!” she called teasingly before diving toward the goalposts.

Y/N huffed, determined not to let Yujin get the better of her. She sped after her, the wind whipping through her hair, heart pounding in sync with the cheers from the stands. But just as she closed in, a Bludger — fierce and fast — came hurtling toward her from the corner of her eye.

She barely had time to react.

The impact was brutal.

Pain exploded through her ribs, knocking the air from her lungs. The world spun wildly as she lost control of her broom, her vision blurring at the edges. Then, everything faded to black.

Yujin saw it happen in a split second.

One moment, Y/N was right behind her, determined as ever. The next, she was falling — her body limp as she tumbled through the air. A sharp pang of panic shot through Yujin’s chest, drowning out the game, the crowd, everything. Without hesitation, she abandoned the Quaffle and dove, cutting through the air at breakneck speed.

By the time she reached Y/N, she had already hit the ground. Yujin didn’t think — she just acted. She jumped off her broom and knelt beside her, gently gathering Y/N’s unconscious form in her arms.

“Oi, An Yujin! What the hell are you doing?”

It was Huh Yunjin’s voice, sharp and commanding, but Yujin barely registered it. The game was still ongoing, but Yujin couldn’t care less. All she knew was that Y/N needed to get to the Hospital Wing, and she wasn’t wasting a second.

Ignoring the murmurs of disbelief and the shouts of her teammates, Yujin hoisted Y/N onto her back and took off toward the castle.

Y/N stirred hours later to the dim glow of candlelight. The air smelled of antiseptic potions and clean linen, and the soft glow of lanterns illuminated the stone walls. Her entire body ached, but the pain was dull, muffled by the effects of the healing magic.

Her eyes drifted to the figure slumped over in a chair beside her bed. Yujin, still in her Slytherin Quidditch robes, fast asleep with her arms crossed, her head tilted at an uncomfortable angle.

Y/N blinked, her heart stuttering. Yujin had stayed?

Something unfamiliar curled in her chest — something warm, confusing, and completely at odds with the years they had spent as rivals. Yujin was supposed to be her competition, the one person she was always determined to beat. And yet, here she was, exhausted from staying by Y/N’s side.

Carefully, she reached out and nudged Yujin’s arm. The girl jolted awake, eyes immediately locking onto Y/N with something between relief and exhaustion.

 “You’re awake,” she breathed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

Y/N managed a weak smile. “I feel like I got hit by a Bludger.”

“You did get hit by a Bludger, you idiot.” Yujin sighed, leaning forward. “You scared the hell out of me.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “You? Worried about me?”

Yujin scoffed but didn’t deny it. “Don’t let it go to your head. I wouldn’t have any other good rival if you were out.”

Y/N hummed. "You carried me here?"

Yujin’s ears tinged pink. "Well, yeah. You were unconscious. And I was just the fastest one to handle it. I’m the best Chaser, remember?"

Y/N frowned. "But the game—"

"Doesn’t matter," Yujin cut in firmly. "You matter," she whispered, hoping the Ravenclaw Chaser didn’t hear it.

Y/N felt warmth creep up her neck. "That was reckless. You left your team mid-match."

Yujin rolled her eyes, grinning. "Yeah, yeah, I know. But I’d do it again."

Y/N exhaled sharply, shaking her head. "You should go back to your common room, Yujin. Get some rest. I’m fine now."

Yujin hesitated, clearly reluctant, but after a moment, she sighed. "Fine. But I’m coming back first thing in the morning."

She gave Y/N one last glance before reluctantly leaving the Hospital Wing. Y/N watched her go, her chest tightening.

Yujin barely made it to the Slytherin common room before she was interrupted.

Huh Yunjin stood near the fireplace, arms crossed, her sharp gaze cutting through the dim lighting. The rest of the Slytherin team lingered in the shadows, their expressions unreadable. But Yunjin? She looked furious.

"Where have you been?" Her voice was deceptively calm, but Yujin recognized the storm brewing underneath.

Yujin met her gaze, unbothered. "Hospital Wing."

The captain took a slow, deliberate step forward. "You abandoned the match."

Yujin squared her shoulders. "I did."

Yunjin stepped closer, towering over her, her voice now a dangerous whisper. "For her? A Ravenclaw? Our rival?"

Yujin didn’t flinch. "Yes."

Yunjin’s nostrils flared. "You’re pathetic. Do you know what you’ve done? You cost us the game. You humiliated this team. Me. Do you even understand that? We trained for months. We had a strategy. And—"

“And what strategy is that? Hitting their star player so we can win the match?”

Yunjin scoffed, shaking her head, “Star player? Tell me, Yujin. Are you scared of her? You know damn well we’re the best.”

Yujin clenched her jaw but didn’t waver. "Whatever. She was hurt. Badly. I wasn’t going to just sit there and play while—"

"While what? While she was being taken care of by professionals? Or someone else at least? You weren’t needed there. You were needed on the pitch!"

Yujin scoffed. "What would you have done, then? Watched her fall and done nothing?"

Yunjin’s expression hardened. "This isn’t about her. This is about us. About this team. We fight for each other. You’re supposed to be a Slytherin, An Yujin. But you just proved that your loyalty lies elsewhere."

Yujin took a deep breath. "Then just kick me off."

Yunjin’s eyes narrowed. "Excuse me?"

Yujin shrugged, stuffing her hands into her robe pockets. "You’re in seventh year. You’ll be gone soon. It’s just one year without Quidditch. I can handle that."

Yunjin’s expression darkened. "You’re throwing away everything for some girl?"

Yujin smirked, but it lacked her usual arrogance. "She’s not just some girl."

Yunjin stared at her for a long moment before scoffing. "You’re an idiot."

Yujin just grinned. "Yeah. So I’ve been told."

Yunjin stormed off, and the rest of the team followed, leaving Yujin standing alone in the dim glow of the common room.

The next morning, Y/N had just finished eating a small bowl of porridge when Chaeryeong arrived, carrying a plate piled with pastries and a cup of pumpkin juice.

"Figured you’d be sick of Hospital Wing food by now," Chaeryeong said as she set the plate down with a grin. "Madam Pomfrey nearly hexed me for bringing this in."

Y/N chuckled, sitting up a little more. "You’re a lifesaver, unnie."

They ate together in comfortable silence, Chaeryeong occasionally filling Y/N in on all the gossip she’d missed while being unconscious. It was a pleasant distraction — until Chaeryeong’s expression suddenly grew serious.

"Did you hear?" Chaeryeong asked, voice lower now.

Y/N blinked, still chewing on a bite of bread. "Hear what?"

Chaeryeong hesitated, then leaned in. "Yujin’s off the Slytherin Quidditch team."

Y/N froze, her stomach dropping. "What?"

"Wonyoung overheard everything last night," Chaeryeong continued carefully. "Yunjin was furious that Yujin left the match for you. They argued, and Yujin… She just accepted it. Didn’t even fight back. She said she didn’t care."

Y/N swallowed, setting her fork down. "She really gave up Quidditch for me?"

Chaeryeong nodded. "I thought you should know. Anyway, I have to get to class, or Professor Snape is going to kill me."

Y/N barely registered her friend’s departure, her mind still reeling from the revelation. Just as she was trying to make sense of it, the Hospital Wing doors creaked open, and Yujin stepped inside.

Hands shoved into her robe pockets, she hesitated at the foot of Y/N’s bed before pulling up a chair.

"Hey, you’re up," Yujin said, smiling, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Y/N didn’t return it. "Chaeryeong told me what happened. About Yunjin."

Yujin’s face barely shifted, but her shoulders stiffened. "Ah. That."

"Yes, that," Y/N pressed, sitting up despite the dull ache in her body. "Why did you leave your Quidditch team?"

Yujin shrugged. "It’s just one year. I can handle that."

"That's not an answer. You love Quidditch, Yujin," Y/N argued, frustration bubbling in her chest. "And you— you left your team mid-match. Do you even realize how reckless that was?"

Yujin tilted her head, studying Y/N with an amused glint in her eyes. "Reckless? Maybe. But I’d do it again if it meant making sure you were okay."

Y/N faltered, mouth slightly open. The room suddenly felt too warm, her heart thudding against her ribs.

'Why would you give up Quidditch for me?' Y/N had wanted to say but couldn't.

"Y-you idiot," she murmured instead, looking away, but Yujin just laughed, soft and fond.

"I know," Yujin said, voice quieter now. "But if caring about you makes me an idiot, then I guess I’ve been one for a while now."

Silence settled over them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was warm, charged with something neither of them had put into words before.

But now, maybe it was time.

Y/N took a deep breath. "Yujin, do you—"

Yujin beat her to it. "I like you, Y/N."

Y/N’s breath hitched. Yujin let out a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of her neck. "I mean, obviously, right? Kind of obvious at this point."

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. "Took you long enough."

Yujin grinned, the usual confidence back in her eyes. "So? Do I get a confession too, or do I have to carry you around for another year?"

Y/N squeezed her hand tighter. "I like you too, idiot."

The smile Yujin gave her could have rivaled the sun.

And for once, Y/N didn’t mind losing a Quidditch match.

After weeks of stolen glances, subtle touches, and whispered conversations in empty hallways, Y/N and Yujin had become something of an enigma to the rest of the school. The fierce rivalry that once defined them had melted into something softer, something neither of them dared to name out loud. But actions spoke louder than words, and Yujin had made her feelings clear the moment she carried Y/N off the Quidditch pitch without a second thought.

Now, it was impossible to miss the way Yujin gravitated toward Y/N in the corridors, how she leaned against walls with an easy grin whenever Y/N approached, or how she never seemed to be far from her side. It was in the way she snuck them extra desserts from the Great Hall, the way she draped an arm around her shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Their relationship — whatever it was — had grown in quiet moments between classes and loud laughter shared over study sessions. Y/N, ever the diligent Ravenclaw, had taken it upon herself to ensure Yujin actually paid attention to her schoolwork. Yujin, for her part, endured the extra studying with an amused smirk, making dramatic complaints just to hear Y/N huff in exasperation.

"I swear, if you just actually tried to read the material—"

"But I’d rather hear you explain it," Yujin interrupted, grinning. "Your voice is much nicer than the textbook."

Y/N rolled her eyes, but the warmth on her cheeks betrayed her.

Then there were the Hogsmeade weekends. Yujin, ever the bold one, had taken to calling them ‘dates’ before Y/N could object. She insisted on carrying their bags, buying Y/N’s favorite sweets from Honeydukes, and making sure they always got the best seats at The Three Broomsticks.

"I’m telling you," Yujin said one chilly evening, nudging Y/N’s mug of butterbeer closer to her. "This is the best part of the week."

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "Drinking butterbeer?"

"No," Yujin corrected, her voice softer, her gaze warmer. "Spending time with you."

And Y/N, for all her wit and sharp retorts, found herself speechless more often than she’d like to admit around Yujin.

It wasn’t long before the school caught wind of their dynamic shift. Whispers followed them wherever they went. Students nudged each other as Yujin effortlessly swung Y/N onto her back without warning, striding across the courtyard as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

"What is a Slytherin doing carrying a Ravenclaw around — and Quidditch rivals at that?"

“I heard An Yujin quit Slytherin’s Quidditch team for Y/N.”

“Didn’t Huh Yunjin kick her off the lineup?”

Yujin couldn’t care less about what people said. She had been in love with Y/N for years and wasn’t going to waste another second hiding it, not even when rumors were flying around.

The gossip only grew when Y/N showed up to class one morning, a little later than usual, her legs still wobbly and her mind hazy from the lingering warmth of Yujin’s hands tracing lazy patterns against her skin before she had finally mustered the strength to leave. As she slid into her seat, she barely registered the professor’s raised eyebrow.

"Didn’t know you changed houses overnight, Ms. Kang."

Confused, Y/N glanced down — and froze.

A green-and-silver Slytherin tie was draped loosely around her neck. Not her own. Yujin’s.

The realization hit her like that rogue Bludger.

From across the room, Yujin smirked, chin propped lazily on her palm, looking thoroughly pleased with herself.

Y/N groaned, burying her face in her hands. She was never going to live this down.

Part 2 here

[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 🫠

[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.

[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.