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puppyeji · 2 years ago

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taste | hwang yeji

TYPE: smut, one shot, idol x reader, fem!idol x fem!reader, short

CONTENT: g!p yeji, blowjobs, cum swallowing, handjobs, subby!yeji, nerdy!yeji, reader's a bit mean to her

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, somnophilia, mean!reader

SUMMARY: yeji was the perfect roommate: she was quiet, organized and slept or studied all day, so she never inconvenienced you. you wake up one day because she can't stop whining in her sleep, clearly bothered by something, and when you see what that something is, you decide to take care of it for her.

WORDS: 2.3k

you've been living with yeji for a few months now. you two met a while ago when you were looking around the neighborhood for cheap places close to your university and you saw each other. the two of you had taken interest in the same apartment and made a deal to split the rent in half and share it.

she was the perfect roommate: you went out at night and came back at morning, ready to sleep until you had to wake up for your classes. meanwhile, she slept all night and left early in the morning for her classes, so you barely bumped into each other and never had any inconveniences. yeji is polite and clean, always keeps her room organized and never complains about yours.

there was just this one thing.

yeji seemed to be having night terrors lately. or something.

your head was killing you and you still had to prepare for an exam in four days so you decided to stay inside tonight, which meant you were at home at the same time yeji was. this was no problem, of course, cause yeji was soundly asleep like always.

but she seemed restless. she was in bed, groaning, tossing and turning around, until she was finally on her stomach, twitching and whimpering. you could hear this from your own room —your walls weren't very thick—, so you decided to go check on her. it was the least you could do, right?

her room was pitch dark, so when you tried to look at her face you had to squint various times, but you could finally tell the shapes of her body from the fabric of the sheets: her long brunette hair was messy, you could see she was wearing some pajama with cute little hearts, which was so childish that you chuckled from second hand embarrassment.

you sat up among the sheets and glimpsed at her face: yeji didn't look like she was sleeping well. she looked uneasy. as you wondered why, she tossed around and turned on her back. you had to be careful, you don't want to wake her up yet. then out of nowhere, yeji whimpers in the dark, startling the fuck out of you.

maybe she's having a nightmare?

you noticed that her breath was a little heavy. perhaps she's sick?

you checked, putting your hand on her forehead and moving away the strands of hair that were sticking to her forehead with sweat. she seemed a bit hot.

yeji makes another sound. it sounds like a cry, and you immediately conclude that she's having nightmares. what could possibly be bothering the girl?

surely it wasn't...

another groan leaves yeji pouty lips again, attracting your attention.

yeji was still tossing and turning, her face glistening with sweat in the dark, so you sigh, deciding to uncover the girl to lower her body temperature. then you pause.

something hard was in underneath the covers, on top of her tummy.

you didn't notice it at first because your eyes hadn't gotten used to the darkness yet, but there was definitely something there.

then, you raised the covers, a bit unsure of what to do. and when you see it you gasp, a smile forming on your face as you try not to laugh out loud.

"oh my..." you cover your mouth with your hand, still fighting the stream of giggles that were threatening to come out at the sight in front of you.

yeji was rock hard. so hard, in fact, that her cock was peaking out of the elastic bands of both her pajama shorts and boxers. the tip of her dick looking very blushed, and positively leaking above the skin of her stomach.

the poor girl was so timid and introverted, she probably never went on dates, let alone hooked up with anyone, which explained why she was so frustrated and pent up.

you take a deep breath, torn between tucking her back and leaving her alone, with a boner unattended, or waking her up to tell her she needed to take care of it so you could both sleep.

those were your only options, right?

you possibly couldn't just...

it was kinda… cute. like the rest of her, after all. you stare at her face to make sure she's still asleep, finding her troubled expressions also still there, hard breathing through her parted lips, making the cupid's bow on her top lip stand out more.

you feel heat coiling at the bottom of your abdomen.

now it's your turn to groan. there's no fucking way. getting all worked up over something like this…

another moan caughts your attention once again: with each of yeji's deep breaths, her abdomen rose, making the flaming tip stroke against both skin and fabric. you find yourself staring harder than you should. there was no point in denying it, your cunt was pulsing needily, undeniably wet.

waking her up is out of the question now, you don't trust your own voice not to be hoarse and groggy. knowing how shy the girl was, she'd also probably start crying like a baby, and then she'd be so traumatized by it that she wouldn't be able to look at you in the face ever again, and she'd move out.

yeji moans, hard enough to startle you.

apparently your hand was on top of it now. huh. wonder how it got there.

you caress it over the thin fabric, out of curiosity, and yeji responds modestly by moaning even louder, and this time you can't stop yourself from squeezing it and biting your lip at the throbbing you felt through her dick.

you can't go back to sleep like this. neither can yeji. she probably wouldn't stop moaning and groaning, and one of the neighbors might hear. fuck.

the sadistic side of you thinks about waking her up and making her feel all the terrible embarassment. then you consider having her wake up, and laugh at her, seeing her eyes full of tears, and her struggle to cover her hard-on with both of her hands, only to realize she had a part of her dick poking out and you'd already seen it.

you're not that cruel, though. and you stop fantasizing about it because she interrupts your thoughts. she's really not shutting the fuck up and keeps whining and moaning.

alright. putting it back it's impossible. it looks way too stiff and sensitive. it also doesn't fit inside if it's hard. so putting it out it is.

you breathe in order to calm down, reaching for the elastic bands while being careful not to touch her dick.

once her pants and boxers are lowered, you observe her with a mix of emotions: well. she's more... well endowed... than you expected. not that you expected anything. of course. she's a loser, it's not like you've ever thought of sucking her off while she's in the middle of a studying session. she was lucky you were even helping her in the first place.

some of her brunette hair was stuck to her open lips, with every breath she let go of an almost inaudible whine, her long lashes fluttered but never really opened, her pale skin displayed in contrast of the dark sheets in her bed, and the clenching of her stomach anytime she groaned made the muscles there tense and show how well defined her abs were.

fuck it.

how come she always looks like a total mess and right now she suddenly looks this fine? those awful glasses finally off of her, allowing you to see her pretty features and and the cute mole on her nose.

the raw scent of her arousal was filling the air. you didn't know whether it came from between your own legs or from yeji's, which only made it worse. the mixed smell of it almost made you think about giving in and waking her up, begging her to fuck you.

fuck. maybe touching her would be enough?

after all you deserve some fun too… right? yeji can't be the only one enjoying it.

just a little. it's not like she'd know.

your finger-tips meet her flesh. she whimpers, harder, and lower. so you don't even think about it before covering her mouth, her warm breathing hitting against your fingers, making you so much wetter when the thought of introducing one digit in crosses your mind.

her cock was much warmer, and much harder than it looked. you moved your whole hand.

fuck.

you know you shouldn't, you know. and yet, before you realize, you grasped her flesh in your hand and started to stroke.

gentle at first, then a little more firm. yeji's blood ushers down clearly to answer your movements: she gets impossibly harder and a drop of precum stains your hand. this fucking loser is so close already, you chuckled under your breath. pathetic.

the shy girl who couldn't even order a pizza through the phone on her own without stuttering was dripping semen on your hand while you gave her a handjob. she was rock hard as well, the tip was crimson even in the darkness, the thick veins were so noticeable and the shaft was big, so big that it didn't fit in your hand.

fuck. it would probably stretch you out so bad. and a part of you wants to know how badly.

but her moans become more gruttural. the fucker was still sleeping, but she was enjoying it, no doubt about it, and you were enjoying it almost as much as her. you close your legs, realizing how much wetter you've gotten. your panties are soaked through by now.

yeji looked like she was about to climax: her hips no longer still, instead she was now steadily fucking herself into your hand, rubbing the skin of the sensitive head against the hole of your fist, savoring what was probably the first handjob she was given in a very long time, if not ever. you decide to give her a bit more of pleasure, leaning down and spitting on her tip, and the sounds she makes are the best fucking thing you've ever head. she's so grateful about the extra lubrication, her cries getting so high and needy.

a bit of fear runs through you. what if yeji wakes up and finds you like this? knowing you should probably stop made the adrenaline in your body spike up, making you whine and close your legs tightly.

also you want to see for yourself. what does little nerdy, bookworm yeji looks like when she's cumming? what would it feel like if she spilled against your hand, shooting ropes of thick cum between your fingers, leaving them sticky and wet?

fuck, what does yeji taste like?

the question popping in your mind makes an immediate idea appear, the exact moment you recall that if yeji cums now she'd make a mess unless you find a napkin or something where she could finish.

then your hand goes faster and faster, the slick noises get louder.

you even fantasize for a bit about what would happen if yeji woke up with your face this close to her dick, maybe she'd grab your head and force your throat down her cock, bottoming out inside your tight mouth, warm and ready for her to fuck and unload her cum on it.

when yeji starts to shake, you bend your head, tucking the loose strands of your hair behind your ear.

your lips feel the first warm, thick spurts, and you realize you got the timing wrong, so you open your mouth quickly to welcome the rest. yeji is far too big to take in, but you still get to enjoy the warmth of her pulsating cock, the wetness of your tongue offering some delicious relief to the heat of her cockhead before being drowned in more cum, the strong taste of it being the first thing you feel. yeji didn't touch herself. yeji didn't have sex, damn, she probably didn't even get to finish while having these wet dreams. bearing that in mind, it made sense that she'd cum this much, and this thick. the heavy substance started to drip from the corners of your mouth and you had to get your hands up and under your chin in order to avoid spilling it on her covers.

you cough a little. it's a bit sick but the thought of being the one offering comfort to her in this way makes you strangely turned on.

this is disgusting, is what you should probably think. you weren't even a big fan of giving head, but the pleasure you got from tasting yeji was overwhelming.

you feel the taste of it for a bit more before swallowing, deciding it's a bit too weird to keep playing with it in your mouth if yeji's not even awake for you to give a show. then you wipe the corners of your mouth with your hands, not wasting any of it, also bringing your fingers to your mouth and licking.

how come you didn't even get to orgasm but you were still left panting and sweaty?

you laugh under your breath. yeji was still sleeping.

unbelievable.

her dick was now beginning to soften. now it was cuter.

you take a final look to the girl sleeping in her bed. a relaxed expression finally blooming on her face, all thanks to you.

then she begins to stir.

okay, that's your cue to go.

before you can mess up you quickly cover her lower body with the sheets, and leave, shutting the door softly enough to prevent any sound from leaking out.

you go back to your room and decide to sleep, both your exam and your headache long forgotten, and the throbbing between your legs unbearable, but you couldn't possibly touch yourself. that wouldn't satisfy you, that's not what you craved. what you craved was in the other room, sleeping peacefully after cumming in your mouth.

the next morning you wake up, going to the kitchen and seeing yeji having breakfast all by her own. if yeji realized her pants and boxers were lower than they were when she went to bed she doesn't mention it or asks about it.

she does blushes to her ears when you pass next to her, though. and you see her covers and sheets in the dirty laundry basket when you go to the laundry room later that afternoon.

you think to yourself you got lucky it didn't end any other way. still, you know you won't ever be able to forget about her taste.

maybe yeji wouldn't mind if you paid her another nightly visit?

#hwang yeji #yeji itzy #yeji smut #g!p #fem!reader #drabble #nerdy!yeji #tw: noncon #tw: dubcon #tw: somnophilia #itzy smut #g!p yeji #you've no idea how many somno fics i had to read to be able to write this #there's probably a lot of mistakes but i'm too lazy to fix them

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