#girl groups scenario

[teliphone]

Help me, Professor

Summary: You have always heard the view of students falling in love with their professors, but what if you are the professor? You have been a teacher at this university for a while. One of their top students, Aeri Uchinaga, more known as Giselle, starts developing a deep crush on you. You try to keep things professional, but you are both adults. Feelings are hard to avoid. 

Warning(s): Smut, Oral, Fingering, Jealousy, Fem!Reader

Word count: 4k

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“Professor, I printed all the papers you asked me,” Your female student, Giselle, chirps. She happily hands you the piles of paper. You widen your eyes in amusement. You didn’t expect her to be so fast. You touch the edge of the documents before looking up at her. She has her hands behind her back, cheeks pink, and staring brightly at you. 

“You did a good job,” You compliment. You pat her head gently with a smile. She’s the only student here that dyed their hair bright pink. It makes her stand out among the students. Her cheeks turn noticeably red, making you retract your hand. You grip the pile of paper. 

“Do you need anything else?” She asks quickly. You shake your head slowly, trying to remember if there were more tasks. 

“No, that is all I needed for today,” You thank her. She averts her eyes to the ground and pouts. Your heart squeezes a little due to how cute she is. You wish you could pinch her cheeks, but that would be inappropriate.

“I’ll see you in class tomorrow,” You turn your body to the side, ‘You should go home, it’s getting late.” Giselle stares at you as you walk away. She frowns again, wishing that she could spend more time with her favorite teacher. As you walk, you bite your bottom lip. You curse yourself for feeling things more than just a simple encounter. Giselle is a sweetheart and you’re just her favorite teacher. That’s all.

Once you make it into your classroom you place the paper pile onto your desk. You turn and lean your body against the wood. The room is quiet and filled with empty student desks. Your eyes stop at a certain desk. Giselle's desk. She loves to sit at the front, preferably near your desk. You’ve always caught her staring deeply at you. She’s never shy about it nor does she look away when you make eye contact. You’re always the first to break it, secretly clenching your fist. 

Knowing about Giselle was easy. She’s the top student. She’s in multiple clubs and always volunteers at school. Every staff member knew her and all had kind words about her. The students love her and she quickly became popular. Though it was never ever your business, you couldn’t help but notice she never had a boyfriend. You’ve seen her reject her classmates countless times. 

-

You glance at the clock and clear your throat. 

“Alright class is over. Quickly recap, we have a guest speaker next week. If you attend, you will get extra credit,” You announce scanning around the room. The students quietly nod their heads and begin packing their bags. You quickly glance at Giselle who is busy applying lip gloss to her lips. Her eyes connect with you and you immediately look away. You return to your desk and focus on your laptop. You read over some emails and reply to them. The sounds of each student leaving the class start to get quiet. You still notice a pink-haired girl in your peripheral vision. 

“Class ended Giselle,” You speak up, not looking away from your laptop. She smiles and places her chin on her hand. She tilts her head as she admires you working quickly. She doesn’t reply, which makes you look up from your screen. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. She continues to stare sweetly at you not saying a word. You feel your heart skip a beat, but your face remains emotionless. 

“Is there a problem-”

“I need help,” Giselle finally speaks up. You’re stunned for a moment. You lower your laptop screen and avert your full attention to her. 

“With?” 

“With homework,” She frowns. You let out a soft laugh of disbelief. It was hard to believe her considering she is a perfect A student. She never asked for help before. 

“I can set you up with a tutor-”

“I think being taught by you would be the best,” She bats her eyelashes. You nervously fidget with your fingers. You’re starting to understand her behavior. 

She has an interest in you. She’s always staying behind after class. She’s always helping you out, even with the smallest task she would gladly do it. She likes to drop subtle hints here and there. 

“Giselle, it’s getting late again. You should go,” You kindly urge her. She stares out the window.

“It’s raining. I don’t have an umbrella,” She pouts. You sigh and stare at the one umbrella at the door. 

“You can borrow my umbrella,” You offer. She widens her eyes, you can see the sparkle behind her dark orbs. 

“But what will you use?” She whines. 

“I’ll… figure something out,” 

“No. I refuse. I’m not going anywhere,” She grumbles. You realize how stubborn she can be. 

“We can use it together,” You suggest. You didn’t find it that inappropriate. You’re just helping a student and yourself out. Giselle seems to light up at the idea. 

So here you are, walking closely with Giselle under one umbrella. You try your best to keep a distance which makes your other shoulder wet. She notices and wraps her arm around your bicep. She tugs you closer, her breast squeezing against your arm. Your cheeks turn pink at her closeness. 

“Teacher, you’re getting wet,” She whispers. You mentally curse yourself for having a dirty mind. She hides her smile behind your arm. She knew what she was saying. 

“Where do you live?�� You change the subject. 

“I live a couple blocks that way,” She points in a direction. You quietly nod your head and begin walking that way. Giselle doesn’t mind the silence. She is enjoying herself being pressed up against you. She can freely analyze you. 

She takes notes of your scent and features. If it was possible to have heart eyes, she would have one right now. You keep staring forward, refusing to look at her. She giggles and hugs you closer to her. She finds you really cute for being shy. 

You finally make it to the front steps of her place. Giselle stops right in front of you, under the umbrella. Soft sounds of raindrops hit the surface. 

“Thank you,” She smiles. 

“Of course. I like to help out my students,” You smile back. She shyly averts her attention away from you. She plays with the heel of her foot. Suddenly she leans forward and gives you a soft kiss on your cheeks. You widen your eyes in shock. She pulls away from the kiss to carefully watch your reaction. She wanted to see if you liked it or not. You stand in silence for a moment. You place a hand over your heart to feel it beating fast. Your cheeks turn red. She smiles and slowly nods her head playfully. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, professor,” She cooes before running in. 

Ever since then, she has started to shamelessly flirt with you.  The more she does it, the more she becomes brave. 

-

She traps you against the classroom door, locking both hands beside you. Underneath her messy bangs, her dark and playful eyes analyze your face. Her scent fogs your thinking. You nervously clench the bottom of your button-up shirt. You can see a smile slowly creep on her glossy pink lips. You force your eyes shut, trying to focus on your uneasy breathing. She tilts her head in amusement. She finds you cute for being nervous, considering how you’re older than her. She places a finger in the loop of your pants and tugs you closer to her. Your lower stomach rubs against her. Heat rises in your body. You immediately put your hands on her shoulder in an attempt to stop. 

“You shouldn’t be doing this. I am your teacher,” You whisper harshly. You glance nervously to the side, staring at the empty desks. She softly chuckles as she wraps her arm around your waist, keeping you locked against her. She leans close to your face. Her lips graze gently against the shell of your ears. Your breathing hicks. 

“Teach me how to please you,” She purrs before dipping down to lick your neck. Her wet tongue brushes before she places a soft kiss over it. You grip her shoulders and lean your head back against the door. You can hear the kisses she coats your neck with. 

“Professor, tell me,” She whispers. Your eyelid feels heavy as you stare down at her. She still has that playful smile on her lips. Your brain clouds with lust as you gently brush her soft hair. Her long locks fall easily between your fingers. 

“Professor”

“Professor!”

You jerk back in surprise, nearly knocking down the pile of paper on your desk. You place a hand on your beating heart and stare at the male student. He stands in front of your desk looking at you worriedly. You fake a cough and quickly straighten your back to act calm. 

“Class ended a while ago,” You state. He smiles and plays with the heel of his foot. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to sneak up on you. You were in deep thought. I didn't know how to approach you,” He explains. You give him a gentle smile to assure him you’re okay. You clasp your hands together on top of your desk. Brightly peering up at him.

“What can I do to help you?” You ask. He shyly rubs the side of his head. 

“I am a little confused about today's subject. I was wondering if you could teach me,” 

“Which part of the lesson?” You worry, moving the papers on your desk to the side so he can place his journal. He smiles happily and immediately takes a seat on the extra chair. 

As you continue to help him out, you can’t help but notice how close he tends to lean over the desk. You could also feel him staring at you instead of the textbook. You decide to ignore it because it could mean nothing. You end the tutoring after fifteen minutes of knowing he could understand the subject. He beams and gathers his things. 

“Thank you so much, teacher! You’re the best!” He chirps while skipping out the door. You find your student adorable. A smile creeps onto your lips as you stare at your wooden desk. 

There are two soft knocks on the door, making you look up. Her. 

Giselle's smile radiates when you make eye contact with her. She pushes herself off the door and walks to you. Her hand clasps behind her back, and her hips sway side to side. She is extremely pretty, almost like a doll. You notice a lollipop stick sticking between her glossy lips. Instead of taking a seat on the chair, she decides to squeeze between you and sit on your desk. She crosses her legs slowly, exposing her soft thighs and the pink thong underneath her skirt. You blush before looking up at her. She twirls the lollipop stick with her fingers. You watch her lips wrap around the red candy. 

“He was a little close,’ She breaks the silence, ‘-Don't you think?” Her voice is sweet, but her tone is cold. You lean back into your seat with no expression. You let out a soft laugh of disbelief. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Is she jealous?

“He is just a student I was helping,” You explain. She leans her body weight on one arm. She shrugs, her face expressing ‘whatever.’ 

“I am a student too,” She chuckles. You quickly glance at the door in caution. 

“You’re different,” You whisper. She plops the lollipop out of her mouth, licking her bottom lip while looking deep into your eyes. She uncrosses her legs and slides one of her feet between your knees. 

“I don’t like sharing,” She warns before placing her lollipop between your lips. You open your mouth, and she examines you suck on the candy. A soft hum comes from her throat. She slides off the desk and begins making her way to the door. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” She says before walking out. Your tongue brushes against the candy, coating it with the sweet, sugary cherry flavor. You fail to notice that on the other side of the wall is the male student. He stands frozen in shock at what he just witnessed. He was heading back to grab his forgotten pen, not expecting to see you with company. He could sense that the behavior between you and the female student was abnormal. Deep in thought, he walks away from the door with his head down. He makes it outside the front doors when suddenly he stumbles backward from impact. He glares up to see Giselle standing with her arms crossed. Her lips curl into a grin. 

“Peeking tom,” She teases, pointing a finger at him. He slaps her hand away from his face in annoyance. He averts his gaze to hide his blushing cheeks. She starts circling him with her arms behind her back. She stops in front of him and leans close to his face. Her chest peeks out of the white button-up shirt. He smells a faint sweet cherry candy scent coming from her. 

“Jealous?” She whispers. He pushes her back by the shoulders. She lets out a soft grunt before chuckling. He furrows his eyebrows in concern. He thinks she’s insane. 

“I knew it,” She whispers under her breath. She knew he had an interest in her favorite teacher. She could tell by how he looked at her. She starts to pout playfully and places her arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer. 

“Poor you. I don’t think she sees you that way,” She smirks. 

‘You don't know that,” He snaps. She narrows her eyes at his confidence. She had no idea he had some type of fight in him. She suddenly finds him more interesting and fun. She turns her head and sees you walking down the hallway. Her heart races in excitement.

“We’ll see about that,” She whispers. Her lips touch the shell of his ears. He leans away in disgust but quickly stops when he sees you walking out the door. He watches how your eyes examine Giselle. For a second, he sees you furrow your eyebrows. You spare him a glance before looking back at Giselle. 

“I didn’t expect to see you two here,” You point out, smiling kindly. You stand straight with your head high to show authority as a professor. Giselle tugs him closer and smiles brightly. 

“Just hanging out with my cute friend, that's all,” She beams while pinching his cheeks. He grumbles and tries to fight against her. Your smile nearly drops at how touchy she’s being, but you quickly recover. 

“That’s sweet,” You keep it short. You can sense the conversation coming to a quick end. 

“Well, it was nice seeing you two here. I shall take my leave now,” You excuse yourself. As you take a step forward, you feel a hand wrap around your wrist. You widen your eyes at the culprit. Giselle has a pouty face again as she clenches onto you. You try tugging your arm away but it causes her to grip harder. Her chest presses against your arm. Heat rises all over, making your cheeks turn pink.  

“Giselle-” You gasp. 

“Teacher~ Please get home safe okay?” She hums cutely. You nervously gulp. All your facade seems to be sinking down the drain fast. You quickly glance at the male student who is watching closely to everything. 

“I will. Thank you,” You choke out, trying your best to end this moment. Giselle’s eye seems to sparkle. She nuzzles her face against your neck cutely, but that makes you turn red. You pull yourself away from her successfully. You nervously laugh it off. 

“I will leave now,” You command. You look at Giselle deeply as if you were warning her before leaving. They watch you closely and quietly. Once you were away from their view, Giselle started laughing softly. She wraps her arm around the male student, leaning her chin onto his shoulder. 

“See,” She grins. He doesn’t respond. He is speechless.

From then on, he was no longer a problem. 

-

Giselle closes the classroom door and turns the lock. You’re busy typing away on your laptop to notice her locking it. She slowly makes it over to your desk. The day is getting darker, but it’s not new to find Giselle staying after hours to spend time with you. 

Giselle gently pushes the laptop screen down. She takes a seat on the desk, blocking you from the laptop. You peer up at her in confusion. 

“I need help again,” She begins. 

“With today's subject? I thought I went over it slowly-“ 

“No with something else,” She cuts. You furrow your eyebrows. Before you can ask more, she reaches down to touch your hands. She brings it up to her lap and plays with your fingers. 

“I feel tense in my lower stomach,” She explains slowly. You shyly gulp, feeling your body heat up again. She lets go of your fingers and runs her finger in your hair. She pulls you closer and kisses your forehead. 

“You know you’re really cute right?” She hums. She peppers kisses all over your cheeks making you giggle. You place your hands around her waist. She bites her bottom lip and traps you around her thighs. Her pink hair falls over her shoulders and touches your arm. She uses her other hand to lift your chin. She smiles sweetly when you lock eyes with her. She kisses you softly, shutting her eyes. You kiss back with the same gentleness. She turns her head, brushing her nose against yours. She teases you by softly biting your bottom lip. She tried to deepen the kiss, but you pull away, chest moving up and down fast. 

“Wait- the door,”

“I locked it,” She shushes you by kissing you again. Her hand lowers and she starts cupping your chest. You quietly moan feeling your body heat up. 

“We shouldn’t,” You manage to say among the kisses. You get up from your seat, trapping her body between your hands. She smiles because you didn’t fight back. She knows you want to. She starts unbuttoning your shirt one by one. The cold air makes your skin prickle as she exposes your bra. She starts kissing your boobs. She enjoys feeling the plush under her lips. You grip her hair gently, keeping her between your chest.

As she continues kissing you she moves her hand down to your pants. She quickly unbuttons your pants and shoves her hand in. Her fingers find the middle of your core and rub. You moan, tilting your head back. 

“You like that?” She chuckles between your boobs. You nod your head feeling your pleasure build up. She removes her hand from your pants causing you to whine. She leans back onto the desk, spreading her legs. You see her white panties underneath her skirt. 

“I’ve been a good girl. Help me first,” She purrs. You quickly tug her panties off and shove them into your desk drawer. The white button-up on her starts to feel stuffy. She unbuttons the top few, letting her chest peek out. She watches you closely, resting on her elbow. You sit on your chair and spread her thighs apart. Her pink core makes your lower stomach feel butterflies. You lick your lips in eagerness. You spread her folds and give her a small kitten lick. You start to lick up her slit over and over. She tilts her head back in pleasure. Her core leaks out juices, coating your tongue. Your nose brushes against her clit and she jerks ups. 

You give her a couple more licks before flicking your tongue against her clit. She grips her hand onto your head and moans. You wrap your lips around the bud and begin to suck.

“You taste so good,” You purr, causing her to moan loudly. She buckles her hips up. You hold her down by the thighs. You lick harsher, becoming more pussydrunk. The sound of her wetness becomes louder each time you suck and flick your tongue. She bites back her moans. Her eyebrows furrow in pleasure as she watches you. She begins to feel her lower stomach start to tense. 

“Keep going, I’m so close!” She chokes out. She grips her boobs and opens her mouth to pant. Her pink bangs begin to stick to her forehead. You pull away from her core. A trail of her juice connects to your lips. 

“Your mouth belongs on my pussy,” She moans, forcing your mouth back onto her core. She moans and jerks her hip. You can hear her moans becoming louder and more high-pitched. 

“Fuck! Professor, I'm so close. Please please,” She whines feverishly. You give her clit a hard suck and that pushes her over the edge. She cries out and thrusts her core deeper into your mouth. Her juice runs down your chin and drips onto your lap. She cusses and pulls away. Her body jerks in pleasure. You wipe your lips with the back of your hand. 

Giselle recovers and slowly sits up from the desk. She wraps her hand behind your neck and pulls you into a kiss. She mumbles soft “thank you’s” between the kisses. She loops her fingers around your waist, signaling you to take off your pants. You quickly pull your pants off, leaving your bottom bare. You feel excitement rush throughout your body. While you were eating her out, your core was pulsing painfully. 

Giselle gets off the desk and switches position. You’re now pressed against the edge of the desk. She runs her fingers along your core, happily to find out how wet you already are. 

“Turn around for me,” She orders. You obey and turn your body to face the classroom. Suddenly you feel her press up against you. You bite your lower lip as you feel more turned on. Her skirt rubs against your ass. She leans her chin onto your shoulders and kisses your ears. 

“Spread your legs baby,” She cooes. You listen and that allows her to shove two fingers into your cunt. You moan and push your butt into her. She thrusts her fingers deep into you. Wet sounds can be heard.

“Hear that professor? You’re being fucked by your lovely student,” She whispers. You shut your eyes and moan loudly. Her pace doesn’t slow down. She wants you to come. You grip onto your desk, your legs begin to shake. She moves her other hand up to your boobs to squeeze them. She plays with your nub between two fingers. All the movement she’s doing is drawing you closer to your high. She can tell by how loud you’ve become. She starts to worry people outside could hear you, but she begins to smile. You’re so loud and needy for her. Her favorite teacher is dripping to her fingers. She quickens her pace. 

“Come for me,” She licks your ear. You come onto her hands, letting out a whine. She continues to move her fingers to let you ride out your high. You lean forward onto the desk to catch your breath. Giselle gets turned on again at the position you're doing in front of her. She grips onto the soft squish of your bottom while biting her lip. 

“I think I need more help,” She moans. She pushes her core against your butt. You feel her wrap her fingers around your waist. She wishes she had a střäp 0n right now. You let out a soft laugh and gently push her off you. She pouts in disappointment. You turn around and brush her pink hair behind her ears. You stare lovingly into her eyes. She blushes against your gaze and hides herself in your neck. You hold her close and close your eyes. Enjoying the warmth of her presence. 

[siilent-wanderer]

Little Things

Summary: Jimin never thought she’d fall for the little things — adjusting stray hairs, shared smiles, and the quiet warmth of Y/N’s laugh. But as their bond deepens, those small moments turn into something much bigger, leaving Jimin hopelessly captivated by the person who’s always been right there.

Genre: FLUFF, minor tension and jealousy

Word Count: 2k words

Yu Jimin (Karina) x aespa 5th member! reader

A/N: Little Things by One Direction; read Stuck With Yu here

The SM practice room had seen its fair share of drama — sweat-soaked nights, creative differences, and the occasional ego clash. Y/N and Jimin had checked all those boxes in the early days.

Jimin couldn’t pinpoint when exactly her initial irritation toward Y/N had begun to shift. Maybe it was when she caught Y/N making the other members laugh during grueling rehearsals. Or when the younger girl, despite her quiet confidence, stayed back to practice even after the others had left. All she knew was that she had Minjeong to blame (or thank, for ditching them at the very last minute).

Whatever the reason, Jimin knew one thing: Y/N had always intrigued her from the start.

Weeks after the amusement park date, Jimin couldn’t help but replay moments of that night in her head — the quiet intensity of Y/N's smile, the way her eyes sparkled under the fireworks, and the warmth of her presence that lingered long after they had parted ways.

But things didn’t change overnight. They still danced around their feelings, unwilling to risk disrupting the rhythm of their friendship or the dynamic of the group.

“Your timing’s a little off in the second verse,” Jimin had pointed out one evening during practice.

Y/N had blinked at her, then grinned. “I thought you were too polite to call me out like that now.”

Jimin raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching into a smirk. “I’m polite, not blind.”

From then on, there were moments — a playful rivalry during choreography drills, subtle jabs in vocal warm-ups — but somewhere in between, they began to balance each other out.

Jimin found herself staying late with Y/N to refine harmonies, and the younger girl started helping Jimin find the exact balance between leadership and letting loose.

The shift was subtle. It began with small, almost imperceptible changes.

Y/N had a habit of scratching her head when she was nervous or trying to figure out a dance move. One day, without thinking, Jimin reached over and gave her a light tap on the head. “You’ll go bald if you keep doing that,” she teased.

The next time it happened, Jimin's hand lingered, her fingers briefly smoothing over Y/N’s hair before she pulled away. Neither of them said anything, but the touch became a habit whenever the others weren't around.

One night, however, Jimin found herself sitting on the floor near Y/N as the group chatted idly about their upcoming schedule. Without thinking, her hand reached out to gently detangle a strand of Y/N’s hair.

The room went silent for a beat.

“Are you seriously combing my hair right now, unnie?” Y/N asked, amused but slightly embarrassed.

Jimin froze, her hand midair. “What? I— no! I wasn’t!”

Aeri and Minjeong burst into laughter, and even Yizhuo, who had been quiet most of the night, couldn’t hide her giggles.

Y/N just smiled, brushing it off. But the small moment left Jimin feeling oddly exposed, like her feelings were bleeding through the cracks she’d tried so hard to keep sealed.

One particularly rough week, the weight of back-to-back rehearsals and recording sessions finally caught up to Y/N. She stumbled into the dorm, her shoulders slumped and her expression drained. Without thinking, Jimin opened her arms.

Y/N hesitated for half a second before stepping into the embrace. Jimin’s arms tightened around her, and the younger let herself melt into the warmth.

“You’re okay,” Jimin murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “We’ll get through this.”

Y/N didn’t say anything, but the way she clung to Jimin spoke volumes.

It wasn’t long before eagle-eyed fans began to notice something curious in behind-the-scenes videos and candid photos. While Minjeong and Yizhuo usually struck goofy poses and Aeri radiated energy, Jimin's gaze often lingered on Y/N. There was a softness in her eyes, a quiet admiration that stood in contrast to her usual composed demeanor.

In one viral clip from a behind-the-scenes vlog, the group was backstage, killing time between performances. Yizhuo was animatedly recounting a funny mishap from rehearsal, and Y/N was laughing so hard she had to clutch her stomach. Jimin, seated nearby, wasn’t joining in the laughter. Instead, she was watching Y/N with an expression that spoke volumes — her lips curved in a small, involuntary smile and her eyes brimming with warmth.

Fans flooded the comments:

“Karina’s so whipped for Y/N, I can’t 😭” “did anyone else notice how jimin just stares at y/n like that?? my heart!” “bruh idk what this is, but i’m shipping it already”

Then there was the infamous candid photo that circulated after the group’s outdoor photoshoot. The members were on break, sitting on picnic blankets. Y/N had her hair tied up messily, laughing at something Minjeong had whispered to her. The laughter lit up her entire face, carefree and radiant. In the background, just slightly blurred, Jimin was mid-sip of her water bottle — but her gaze was locked on Y/N. The look in her eyes was unguarded and soft, a stark contrast to her usual composed expression.

Another clip that sparked a frenzy was from one of their practice room lives. The group was chatting casually with fans when Y/N fumbled her Korean, prompting Aeri to jump in and tease her in English. Y/N retaliated by throwing a small cushion at Aeri, who ducked dramatically, sending the rest of the members into fits of laughter. Jimin, though, didn’t even seem to register the joke. Instead, the camera caught her subtly reaching over to adjust a stray hair falling into Y/N's face, her touch gentle and unthinking.

Fans were quick to notice:

“jimin brushing y/n's hair away… do you SEE the domesticity??” “Y/N: chaos Karina: supportive mom mode engaged” “someone pls check on yu jimin. she’s fallen and can’t get up 🥺”

Sharing dorms meant they saw each other constantly, but Jimin never tired of Y/N's quirks — her midnight ramen cravings, the way she hummed off-key while brushing her teeth, the little notes she left on their whiteboard.

However, sharing dorms also meant having to share Y/N with three other girls, and none tested her patience more than Aeri. It wasn’t intentional — Aeri’s easy humor and the fact that she and Y/N were both fluent English speakers naturally drew them together. Whether it was late-night dance practices, trading inside jokes or bonding over playlists they created for each other, their bond seemed effortless. Jimin often found herself biting back irritation when she’d walk into the practice room to see Y/N sprawled out on the floor, laughing at something Aeri said, making Jimin’s stomach twist in a way she didn’t want to name.

“Y/N, let’s practice the harmonies again,” Jimin called out after a water break.

But Y/N was already tangled in a playful tug-of-war with Aeri over a water bottle. Aeri won, earning an exaggerated groan from Y/N and another round of giggles.

Jimin’s lips thinned, her tone sharper than she intended. “Kang Y/N, focus. We’re behind schedule.”

Y/N blinked, her smile fading as she nodded. “Sorry, unnie. Coming.”

The tension lingered throughout rehearsal, and Jimin couldn’t ignore the tightness in her chest whenever Y/N’s attention wandered back to the Japanese member.

Later that evening, the group gathered in the dorm's common area. Aeri and Y/N were seated on the couch, heads close as they scrolled through Aeri's phone. Their occasional bursts of laughter made it impossible for Jimin to focus on the script in her lap.

“Aeri-ya, you should probably give Y/N a break,” Jimin said casually, though her voice held an edge.

Y/N looked up, confused. “Unnie, we’re just—”

“It’s getting late,” Jimin interrupted, standing abruptly. “We have an early call time tomorrow.”

Aeri raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment, while Y/N’s expression flickered with hurt before she masked it.

Jimin retreated to her room, pressing her palms to her temples. She didn’t know what annoyed her more — Y/N’s easy closeness with Aeri or her own inability to control her emotions.

Later that night when everyone had gone to bed, Jimin found herself pacing the dorm’s kitchen, trying to calm the strange emotions swirling inside her. She was startled when Y/N walked in, a glass of water in her hand and a curious expression on her face.

"Unnie," Y/N called, leaning against the counter. “Why are you acting like this all of a sudden?”

Jimin stopped pacing and turned to face her, trying to school her features into neutrality. “Acting like what?”

“Like you’re mad at me,” Y/N said, crossing her arms. “Or Aeri unnie, for that matter. Did something happen?”

Jimin hesitated. She wasn’t mad, not really. She just… couldn’t explain why seeing Y/N and Aeri together made her feel like this.

“I’m not mad,” Jimin muttered, her voice quieter now.

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Then what is it?”

The older girl opened her mouth, then closed it again, unsure of how to put her feelings into words.

Y/N tilted her head, a teasing smile playing on her lips. “If you’re so worried that someone will snatch me up, why don’t you just confess to me right now?”

Jimin froze, her lips parting as if to respond, but no sound came out. Y/N’s teasing smirk faltered when she noticed the way Jimin’s jaw clenched, her eyes darting away. The silence that followed was heavier than she’d expected, tension thick in the air.

“I-I was kidding, unnie,” Y/N said softly, her voice losing its edge. “You don’t have to—”

But Jimin was already standing, her movements abrupt. “Let’s talk outside,” she said, her tone firm but quiet.

Y/N blinked, caught off guard, but followed Jimin as she stepped out onto the balcony. The night air was crisp, and the city lights below shimmered like scattered stars. For a moment, neither of them spoke, the hum of the distant traffic filling the silence.

Jimin leaned on the railing, her hands gripping the cold metal as if grounding herself. “You’re right,” she said finally, her voice barely audible. “I don’t like it when you’re that close with Aeri.”

Y/N tilted her head, watching her. “Why?”

Jimin exhaled shakily, the breath visible in the cool air. “Because every time I see you with her, I feel like I’m losing you. And that scares me.”

Y/N’s brows furrowed, her teasing demeanor completely gone. “Unnie…”

Jimin turned to face her, her eyes raw with emotion. “It’s not fair of me, I know. You’re allowed to be close with whoever you want. But I—” She paused, her voice cracking slightly. “I can’t help it. You’re the first person I think about when I wake up, and the last before I fall asleep. I’ve been trying to ignore it for so long, but it’s you, Y/N. It’s always been you.”

For a moment, Y/N said nothing, her lips parted as if to respond but no words forming. Then she stepped closer, her hand brushing against Jimin’s on the railing. “You should’ve just said so earlier,” she murmured, her lips curling into a soft smile. “I’ve been waiting for you, unnie.”

Jimin’s breath hitched as Y/N leaned in, her warmth cutting through the cold night air. The city lights twinkled below them, a soft breeze weaving through the balcony and making Jimin shiver slightly. Without thinking, Y/N tugged the blanket off her own shoulders and draped it over both of them, their faces mere inches apart.

“You’re really something, you know that?” Jimin whispered, her voice trembling as she gazed into Y/N’s eyes.

The younger girl’s grin widened, her hand now fully covering Jimin’s. “I could say the same about you.”

They stood there for a moment, wrapped in shared warmth, the faint glow of streetlights and the hum of distant traffic adding a quiet magic to the moment. Then, with a mischievous glint in her eye, Y/N leaned back slightly and quipped, “So, does this mean I’m officially off the market?”

Jimin laughed softly, the tension melting away. “Yes. And Aeri is definitely going to hear about this.”

Y/N snorted, pulling Jimin back inside. “Good luck with that, unnie. She’s going to say she saw this coming from a mile away.”

And as they settled on the couch, still cocooned in the shared blanket and each other’s warmth, Jimin couldn’t stop the quiet happiness bubbling in her chest. For the first time, everything felt exactly as it should — Y/N beside her, the cold night shut out, and a future that felt just a little brighter.

A/N: it was def quite smthn arranging all of my thoughts for this one (had too many ideas) but I loved writing whipped (and jealous) jimin saur much. hope you enjoyed this one!

[pupyuj]

→ “cherry on top.” || jang wonyoung x reader fic.

— gifting your girlfriend a beautiful (and expensive) necklace was going to be the perfect way to end the last night of your winter getaway but with the necklace being forgotten all the way back to your shared apartment, wonyoung decides on the next best thing…

word count: 3.7k.

dynamic: dom!jang wonyoung x sub!actress!reader.

warnings: age gap, reader is older, lots of biting and marking, fingering, mommy kink, praise kink, hair pulling, reader being an actress doesn't really play a big part lol, wonyoung is down horrendous, wony is also lowkey into pain like whoa!

requested?: nope.

a/n: fun fact, i wanted to drop this fic around/on christmas but ofc, i didn’t have enough time so i just made it winter-themed instead 😭 i would have loved to actually drop something from my wip list that's actually been there for a while but since this ended up being a short one, i decided to go with it instead! i hope you guys like it though! i know it's not my best work ever BUT this will be a nice little step to get me back to my writing machine roots 😎😎

“i really don’t know why i’m doing all of this. it’s really nothing special,” you shared a giggle with your girlfriend, wonyoung, as you guided her along the hallways. you made her wear your favorite sleeping mask to completely obscure her vision for the sole reason of surprising her with what you have spent quite a bit of time setting up earlier in the afternoon. wonyoung, despite her excitement, takes her next steps carefully. she didn’t want a stupid incident to take attention away from what you so obviously worked hard on. “but i think this is the best way to end our little trip.” you halted her steps, giving her a soft kiss from behind her shoulder and finally lifting up the mask.

wonyoung blinks several times to have her eyes adjust to the lights that illuminated the lodge. what she saw in the living room area was a humble picnic set up! soft sheets lay on the center of the room (wonyoung noticed that you pushed the coffee table aside for space) accompanied with a few pillows, a wicker basket filled with pasties, wine, and other snacks was sitting right beside it along with a bouquet of pink tulips, and right on the sheets was your laptop with Clueless more than ready to start playing.

“oh, unnie, this is wonderful!” wonyoung whips around and squeezes you for a tight hug. you returned the embrace with the same amount of love, even going as far as to giving a kiss to the side of her head. wonyoung proceeded on tugging you over at your little set-up and sat you down. one would think that you ended world hunger with the way her eyes shined as she stared at you. you tried to ignore that sinking feeling in your stomach—guilt. because as lovely as this was, this trip should not be ending like this. you had something far better planned! but you should have expected with the way you and wonyoung rushed to start the trip that you would forget the most important item that you would be gifting her—the prettiest diamond necklace that even made a successful and rich actress like yourself sweat with how expensive it was. 

but you weren’t going to tell wonyoung about the dent it made on your bank account, like ever. anyhow, you realized that you completely forgot about the necklace on the previous night. you weren’t able to sleep much since something in the back of your mind was screaming at you to check your bags and make sure everything was perfect for the next day and alas, the necklace was nowhere to be found! if wonyoung hadn’t been sleeping peacefully, you would have screamed out of pure frustration at yourself!

there was no use crying over spilt milk, however. and so, you spent the rest of that nearly-sleepless night thinking up of ways to end the trip on a good note even without the necklace. a cute indoor picnic was the idea you liked the most, and now that you’ve seen how much wonyoung appreciates it, perhaps the idea wasn’t too bad. the next problem to tackle was explaining all the trouble you went through to set this all up to wonyoung, but maybe that should be saved for until you’re both too buzzed to care about anything else.

“i hope you don’t think this is boring compared to everything we’ve been doing for the past week, love.” you said as you filled up two glasses with wonyoung’s favorite white wine. (upon noticing this, wonyoung couldn’t keep her eyes off of you. maybe it was painfully simple of her to fawn over the fact that you remembered her favorite drink because it was the bare minimum considering you’ve been dating for years now, but it is as they say: it’s the little things! so, do pardon wonyoung for falling in love with you just a little bit deeper.) a surprised sound escapes your lips when you feel your girlfriend pressing her lips on your jawline, but then you laugh at how her hair tickled your skin.

when wonyoung leaned back and saw that she left a faint kiss mark on your jawline, she let out a satisfied smile. “what do you mean? this is lovely, unnie.” wonyoung can’t even remember all the times she has wished for one relaxing day with you, so she was beyond thankful that she had a whole week of just that. with her being a bigger idol than ever and you jumping from project to project, naturally neither of you had too much time to be together recently. but at least you were luckier than most celebrity couples who can’t even see each other at all! mostly because of their management that just refuses to give them time together. you and wonyoung were blessed with family, friends, and teams that supported your relationship so both of you made sure to enjoy this little trip with everything it had to offer.

“well, between skiing, having lunch in an observation deck atop the mountain, seeing the northern lights, and a picnic with some movies, which one would be more appealing to you?” you asked, leaning back on the pillows. almost automatically, you wrapped a single arm around wonyoung’s waist and pulled her closer to you.

“anything’s good with me as long as i’m with you. how’s that?” wonyoung replies with a grin, knowing she successfully made you cringe in your seat.

you laughed, shaking your head. “ew. cornball.”

the next three hours were a blur. thanks to wonyoung who was clearly having the time of her life, the two bottles of wine were finished relatively quickly. she had begged you to get just one more bottle, using everything in her power to convince you from fluttering her eyelashes, pouting, kissing you, and whispering naughty promises in your ear. as much as you didn’t want to wake up with a hangover, you couldn’t resist wonyoung. especially when all you could see in her eyes every time you looked at her was love!

surprisingly enough, wonyoung was… quiet. when she gets drunk, she’s usually so chatty and giggly. laughing at everything and nothing, sometimes she even turns into a whole pervert! inappropriate comments and all! but tonight, it seems like being in your embrace, basking in your scent, and listening to your heartbeat as she lay her head on your chest was everything she needed to be content. you turn your head steadily towards her, careful not to startle her away from your warmth. her eyes were closed and her breathing had slowed and gotten… heavier? was she asleep? well! that wasn’t how you expected your picnic night to go.

that is until you felt fingers sneak inside your hand-knit sweater, as well as plump lips pressed against your collarbone. a whimper accidentally escapes your lips at the cold sensation of wonyoung’s hand, and you can just tell that that was a sound you should not have allowed to come out of your mouth.

“you’re so sweet, (y/n)-unnie,” wonyoung was positively drunk! her cheeks were glaringly pink and a lazy smile spread across her face while she looked up at you from your shoulder. gods, she was adorable. but you didn’t have the time to revel in that fact when she suddenly straddles your lap, her long legs wrapping around your waist and keeping you in place. with nowhere to go, you were forced to look up at her this time. “planning this entire vacation behind my back, paying for everything and strongly refusing whenever i offered, giving me the best getaway of my life… why are you so perfect?”

“it’s what you deserve, wonyoung-ah.” your reply fell from your lips smoothly as if it was the only right answer to her question. and it really was.

wonyoung playfully rolled her eyes, “so do you. but i got distracted by how much thought you put into this entire vacation that i couldn’t think up of anything to make it up to you! except for one thing, of course…” you didn’t miss how wonyoung’s tongue swiftly brushed across her upper lip and how her smile now turned into something akin to a sly grin. her eyes spelled out her plan without needing the help of her words to which you adorably and pathetically blushed at upon realization.

“n-not everything is perfectly planned… i mean, this really wasn’t how i wanted to spend our last night here together! i was going to take you to the nearby town, have a candlelit dinner with the prettiest view of the frozen river and the snowy mountains, and… i was going to give you a—”

“—a necklace, right?” wonyoung cuts you off. (on the night you found out that the necklace was nowhere to be found, wonyoung was woken up by the sounds of your frustrated and heartbroken rants to one of your friends over the phone. you had no idea she heard everything. she made sure to hold you extra tight when you returned to bed in hopes of making you feel better. and naturally, it worked.)  you pouted as you nod your head, once again feeling sad about how careless you were on the day you both set off on your vacation.

“i couldn’t believe i forgot to grab it… and i didn’t realize that i never brought it with us until yesterday! so you can imagine the stress i was under this entire day while i tried to set this all up!” you sighed deeply after your little rant. you pulled wonyoung close, putting your head in her chest as she consoled you. she couldn’t hold her laughter due to the sheer amount of cuteness aggression she was feeling over your whining, but she made sure to pat your back and kiss the top of your head.

“that explains why you abruptly left me by myself in the skating rink this afternoon! and why you came back all disheveled and out of breath! oh, unnie…” wonyoung only laughs harder when you tighten your hold around her waist—you were clearly embarrassed by your antics from earlier, but wonyoung thinks it’s so cute. you were older and wiser than her, but there are days where your childish and adorable side slips out and wonyoung thinks it’s so, so charming. and the way you don’t realize it makes it all ten times better. makes you ten times more… desirable. irresistible.

wonyoung starts to kiss you from your forehead, your nose, your cheek, your jawline… until she finally reaches your neck where she liked to just take you in and relish at how you shuddered at her actions, “necklace or not, the night would have ended up exactly the same… you did all this for me, and i would love to do things for you in return. many things.” you don’t realize that she reached behind you and undid the perfect ribbons she herself tied up for you. not until you felt her fingers drag across your now exposed skin while simultaneously giving your neck the softest kisses you’ve ever received.

“will you let me?”

she didn’t even need to ask. and she didn’t need to hear an answer from you. kissing her with never-before-seen passion was enough of a confirmation from you. wonyoung appreciates how you always allowed her to have control whenever things escalated. both of you knew you were too clueless about all this, but fortunately wonyoung wasn’t.

and thank heavens for that.

wonyoung tugs gently on your hair with one hand and holds your jaw tightly with the other, deepening the kiss, practically shoving her tongue inside your mouth and establishing dominance early on just because she so loves feeling the moment you submit to her. it happens when your shoulders relax, your hands fall on her thighs, and your hips desperately grind towards hers to quench your thirst. it’s a massive ego boost and if it wasn’t for you, wonyoung would feed on it until it consumed her… but she doesn’t allow that to happen. not anymore.

you deserve the utmost care and love and that was what she wanted to give you. what she will give you.

“mmhn.. wonyoung…” who would’ve thought that the brilliant young actress that the entire nation adores for her kind heart, bright-as-the-stars smile and unrivaled poise would elicit such sounds for a lover? but then again, jang wonyoung is not just any lover, is she?

wonyoung pulls your top over your head and tosses it elsewhere. she refused to believe that it was the wine that made you look a thousand times more delectable than usual, but rather, she accepted that you were just that stunning. with your hair unkempt in the most perfect way, your lip tint a mess on your face, chest heaving up and down, eyes clouded with longing… and the cherry on top? seeing that you were wearing the bra that wonyoung got you a few months back.

the younger girl bites her bottom lip at the sight, “please, have some patience.” whether wonyoung said that to you or to her very own hunger for you was unclear. she repositions herself so that she was now on all fours, her lips attached to yours once again but now… you had her hands on her. you wanted to feel her skin on yours, but wonyoung had plans of her own. she ignores your needy whines and your desperate attempts to undress her with great difficulty and continues on making a mess of your mind using her lips alone.

eventually, you were sitting on the couch while wonyoung was on her knees in front of you. your bra had been cast aside as well, leaving you fully topless. what a sight to behold, really. wonyoung spots a faint hickey on your collarbone, the one that she remembers putting there herself when she couldn’t help it after you both arrived at the lodge. there was another one on your shoulder which looked a lot more recent—that was from when she dragged you into the shower with her two days ago, and she was particularly proud of that one too!

you held wonyoung’s stare as her hand traveled slowly from your chest to your stomach. she was teasing you. enticing you to make a desperate action just so she can shut it down and hear you beg… but you know her game, and you don’t feel like playing it this time. besides, she asked you to ‘have some patience’! you weren’t one to disobey when she asked so nicely.

lifting your hips, wonyoung successfully got your shorts off of you and left them to fall at your ankles. “aww, you’re all ready for me.” wonyoung said smugly, staring at the wet spot on your underwear. add that to the list of things wonyoung finds so adorable about you; you can get riled up so easily, it’s sometimes unbelievable. and yet, you were never too needy and would rather wait for wonyoung to initiate something. she almost hated how patient you can really be, but hey, she was the one who asked for it!

“a-are you sure we should be doing this without closing the c-curtains—i mean, what if someone… some…” your words trail off, having been distracted with the way wonyoung gently presses her fingertips against your clothed clit and rubs very slow circles on it. and all of a sudden you didn’t care anymore. the mild shrubbery in front of the lodge was enough of a cover, you suppose.

“hm? what was that, unnie?”

“nothing.. noth—ah!” you squeak after wonyoung unexpectedly pressed hard on your clit, but cover your mouth immediately. but it’s not like anyone would hear, anyway. all of the other lodges are quite a distance away and you would have to be screaming for them to hear you and that, wonyoung feels, is quite timely because that was exactly what she wanted to do. as if it wasn’t obvious already, wonyoung has been a lot more head-over-heels for you than usual. she truly believes that she was falling in love with you all over again and the last time that happened, wonyoung had to run after you as you were leaving an event just to tell you about all about the feelings she has had for you. of course, that led to the wonderful relationship you have now… but just what else can wonyoung do this time?

“come here.” she pulls you in for a kiss. it was softer this time but it wasn’t any less passionate than the last. it almost felt like a reminder that even though her heart was on fire, wonyoung will still take care of you and you know what? that was basically the only reassurance that you needed to completely submit.

soon enough, your panties joined the pile of your clothes on the ground. wonyoung had started attacking your neck, her lips latching onto every inch of your skin and leaving lovely red marks in her wake. you’d tell her to be careful not to make them too red, or not to leave too much if it didn’t feel so good, if the way wonyoung’s fingers wasn’t so distracting with just how much she was teasing you. oh, to hell with it—you start grinding against her hand, paying no mind to how wonyoung couldn’t help but break into a smile while she worked her lips down to your chest. she wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you as close as you can be to her before catching one of your nipples in her mouth.

your hands dig through wonyoung’s beautiful hair while your moans fill the warm, empty air. it was getting harder and harder to pay attention to anything at this point. all you can hear was wonyoung’s soft moans and heavy breathing, and it reminded you of how much you would have loved to switch roles and please her yourself, but wonyoung was sweet enough to take charge and you need this. “mmn… mommy, open up for me… please?” the younger girl whispered against your skin. you lift one leg up, giving wonyoung all the access she wanted and more. 

you leaned further back on the cushions of the couch as wonyoung inserted two fingers inside you. she was slow, careful. she always gave you chances to back out if you didn’t feel comfortable enough to do any of this with her. and once she knew that you truly wanted this, she allowed herself to relax and start her work. although, her steady pace didn’t last long—each second that passed, she only thrusted faster, wanting to hear you moan over and over again. she kept glancing up from your chest, looking at your expressions and smiling to herself while she alternated between sucking on your tits and leaving marks all over them. not having had enough of it all, you started rocking your hips towards the younger girl’s hand, desperately chasing after even more pleasure.

occasionally, wonyoung would wince at how hard you tugged at her hair. she knows you don’t do it on purpose and she does like it, plus it gives her reason to, say, ‘get back at you’ by biting your skin and making you wince. and it was when she bit on your collarbone that you moaned her name wonderfully. pride surges within wonyoung. more, she wanted, and faster she went. her fingers reached deeper than they ever have before and out of your mouth came sounds wonyoung was hearing for the first time, so she kept it up.

“tell me,” wonyoung says. you hear her, but you don’t respond. “am i doing goo—mmpf!” you silenced wonyoung by quickly pulling her hair and crashing your lips together. your free hand clutches on her shoulders for dear life, your nails digging into the skin exposed by her off-shoulder blouse.

“yes…! hmnn… you’re being so good, love…” you answered as your lips briefly parted hers. wonyoung, overwhelmed by adrenaline, moans at the praise. she was soaking wet herself; her core ached for attention and your praises, your lips, and your tightness wasn’t making anything easy for her. but oh, sweet and selfless wonyoung wouldn’t stop pleasing you just as you’re about to reach your climax just so she can get off instead. she hides her face on the crook of your neck, now stimulating your clit with her thumb and driving you into a frenzy.

“i love you so much, unnie… i’ll make it up to you properly later on but—hah… but for now,” wonyoung releases your waist from her hold and places her hand behind your other thigh before pushing your leg back. “cum for me.” she mutters right against your ear. a shiver runs down your spine before you succumb and the knot in your stomach breaks. wonyoung held you as you came, trying her very hardest not to cum with you because not only will that be embarrassing but also because surely you would tease her for cumming untouched!

wonyoung pulled her fingers out of you once you were calm again. you smile at her as you didn’t have the energy to speak just yet… nor did you have the energy to do anything else at all. while wonyoung was busy cleaning up her fingers (using her mouth, naturally), you just so happened to notice that she had her legs closed a bit too tightly, and her face was flushed way beyond normal. and then, you knew. your poor, darling angel needed you too!

you went on to move yourself back down on the mattress on the floor, then, you took a hold of wonyoung’s sleeve and pulled her down with you as you lay yourself down on your back. wonyoung was confused, albeit being totally into whatever you were planning. it was when you slid a leg in between her thighs and pressed it against her throbbing core that she knew. and oh, was she ready. 

you tucked wonyoung’s hair behind her ear, and warmth blooms inside your chest when she smiles at you, “let’s make this night last, wonyoung-ah.” you mumbled as you placed a soft kiss on her nose.

“whatever you want, my love.”

well, turns out you really didn’t need that necklace, after all.

[kkrymiii]

"No need to be sober"

G!p Kim minjeong x Fem reader

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MDNI! (Not proofread!)

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CW: smut, pet names, drunk asf, mafia, no protection :0, perv minjeongie idk seems like it

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At the mafia bosses party, in his mansion, her daughter named minjeong or winter, was having fun drinking and chatting with her friends, The mafia bosses daughter, just arrived at the party actually. Being late due to not wanting to attend... But then Suddenly something caught minjeongs eyes... SOMEONE to be exact.

Minjeong immediately locked her eyes at. You..

Winter walks over to you, slowly walking over to her, making eye contact the whole time not breaking once

“You are really pretty.”

Winter smiled, she got quite shy for a few seconds. "eh?" I replied shocked and awkward from the sudden move of a random girl on me. Winter keeps smiling, she looked genuinely interested in you “Your eye makeup is really good you know, along with your dark red lips.” Winter leaned towards you more.

but as I was about to respond to her.

"alright jeongie stop being a creep when your drunk leave the pretty girl alone" a sharped eyed girl, wearing a black dress that hugged her curves perfectly said. It was minjeongs younger sister. Minjeong gets yanked back, she was pretty wasted but she was trying to fight the urge to take another sip of her whiskey. She looked at her sister “But she’s so pretty, she’s very gorgeous, I could kiss her right now and she’d probably fall in love with me."

"your whiskey ass smelling breath probably would not be the best for her to taste.. anyways ma'am I apologize with my sisters actions" the younger sister said sighing STILL trying to yank minjeong but she wouldn't budge. Minjeong laughs and shakes her head slightly "don’t apologize, she’s very pretty, I actually thought she’d like me back.” She gets yanked back by her younger sis but she’s not resisting at all, she looks very dazed

"minjeong let's go father's gonna scold you again.." the younger sister sighed her patience running thin. “Ugh, you’re ruining my fun, she’s so pretty, I’m gonna kiss her, and she’s gonna love me, I’m gonna be her wife.” Minjeong keeps trying to get free from her sibling so she can go over to the beautiful girl. "What?.. your disgusting... you know father's no gonna allow you to date someone you just found at the party.... And who even is this girl... " The younger looked up at you scanning your face. You had a sheepish expression clearly awkward from the situation.

But then suddenly. Minjeong darts across the room again, to try and get to her, she has absolutely no control over how much she’s drinking so she’s pretty much wasted Minjeong finally manages to get over to her, and she immediately hugs the girl, and squeezes her in to a bear hug, the girl smells so good too, like pure honey.

"Ahh-.. I'm.. sorry are you okay?" You gulped not knowing what to do with this girl..your hands floating in the air, But for Minjeong it's the opposite. Minjeong is in heaven, she’s having the best time in her life. “Yes… yes I am… I am so drunk, but right now I feel like I’m in l-luuuv.” Minjeong says really slowly and drawn out, her words slurring together and her face is extremely hazy and red.

"Ah-.. this.. this face?" You muttured as you recognized the face. "Y...you.. are the mafia's boss daughter?" Minjeong slowly nods “Yeah… he’s the most amazing father ever, I love my sisters too.” She keeps squeezing her, she’s so comfortable, so comfortable to hold, she starts burying her head onto your neck. You couldn't help but giggle a little bit finding this girls words funny "uh-.. I'm sorry but..are you okay?..you seem really drunk." You said clearing your throat trying to be responsible now.

"I’ll be honest… I’m absolutely wasted but all I can think about is you. I love you." Minjeong keeps squeezing her tightly, and she hugs her close, pulling her into a embrace. You gulped looking at her as your eyes scramble everywhere. "Whaa- but we just met tho?"

“I don’t care… you’re mine now, I don’t care we just met, I just fell in love with you.” Minjeong keeps sniffing her and pressing her face into her neck more and more, she can’t get enough of her, she wants to be with her, kiss her and marry her. "wait.. how about let's go to the bathroom and wet your face.. you seem really drunk.. and your father wouldn't want to see you like that yeah?" You suggested. Minjeong sighs and pouts, she was absolutely infatuated with you, and she hated having to leave your side “Fineeeee!” Minjeong pouts as she finally lets go of you and walks into the bathroom, she was very grumpy and looked extremely disappointed. "uh! Wait don't walk like that you might fall" you said catching up to minjeong holding her as they make they're wait to the bathroom. Minjeong doesn’t fight, and lets herself be dragged along, she holds your arm and leans into you to keep you beside her “You’re so beautiful, I wanna kiss you.” Minjeong whispers at your ear, she’s being really clingy with her.

"What the hell does her father feed her." You thought to yourself but kept a warn awkward smile at her as you lead her to the bathroom. As you guys arrived at the bathroom, you immediately helped Minjeong, making her wet her face with water as you handed her a handkerchief. And this girl leans on the sink staring at you for a whopping 5 minutes Minjeong sighs, not letting you go as she lets you wet her face, when she’s done she looks up at you “.....ughh.... your so pretty, I want to kiss you right now, right here.” Minjeong leans in to try and kiss you with her whiskey drenched lips. " i- I don't think this is allowed.." you dodged it swiftly, backing up creating distance.

Minjeongs pouting gets even more obvious the more she gets rejected, she gets really jealous at the fact that she isn’t getting what she wants, she can’t stand the rejection "You have no choice… I want to kiss you.” Minjeong leans in again and goes for a kiss for the 100th time. Minjeong uses all the strength she has left and is completely force kissing this time, your lips just feel so good to her and she just wants to stay kissing them. Minjeong keeps going, pushing her body against hers, kissing you on the lips so aggressively. Minjeong keeps kissing her, but not a simple kiss, but a aggressive and possessive kiss, as if she’s saying mine to you, that she’s hers, and she’s not allowed to get with anyone else but her. Minjeong holds you even closer, not letting her go. She just gets more and more aggressive with the kisses and she starts to go deeper, it’s getting slightly obsessive and possessive, as if she’s trying to claim her as her own. Minjeong grabs your hips tightly and forces her closer

Minjeong goes even deeper, as if she’s trying to suck the soul out of her. “Mineee, mine I tell you, you’re mine mine mine.” Minjeongs lips are already slightly swollen and have some slight bruising from the intense kissing that she has been doing with you, but to her it doesn’t matter, she doesn’t let go.

Soon you were bent over holding onto the sink for her dear life as minjeong was ramming into her pussy with her dick.

"Fu- fuck! Better than I..ah.. imagined" Minjeong panted as she grabbed your waist drilling herself into you. You were taking it like a good girl. You could hear minjeongs babbles and heavy breathes as she's clearly drunk asf. "Baby baby!.. fuck... I'm.. I I want to fuck you until you can't remember anything" minjeong moaned as she leaned over still rocking her hips into you as she aggressively placed kisses all over your back, making you moan and shiver.

"Ah.. pleas..ee please minjeong" you moaned out as you already were seeing the stars. Why the hell was this girl so good with her thrust game!? "Hell.. yeah!.. haha.. fuck fuck.. I'm gonna Impregnate you" minjeong chuckled as she fixed your guys position. Lifting your leg up to her shoulders now hitting more of your good spots making you moan out loud losing control, as tears fell out of your face.

"Wah?! Fuck! Ah.. good! Too much!!" You cried out trying to grab onto something but ended up grabbing onto the sink again as you were getting fucked hard by the mafia's bosses daughter. You felt ashamed at the same time since you were also a daughter of a 'scary family' if you know what I mean. But seeing yourself get this submissive over another girl who was apart of another family that was apart of the mafia shattered your ego Abit... But who cares she's hot asf and good ay sex :3

"Wahh- shi shit! Slut.. I'm coming! Makei.. eu.. ah- my wife! Mineeee!" Minjeong moaned drool dripping out of her mouth as her thrusts became more harder. She was pulling out and then slamming hard as she can, clearly teasing. "Wh.. ah.. fuck hurts- pl..please" you cried out, even if you couldn't see it it was clear due to the hard slamming red marks were definitely being made.

"Coming! Ta.. take it all!" Minjeong said as she thrusted one more time, as she released in you filling you up. You could feel her cock twitching adding to the pleasure as you came too, your liquids mixing as you two rode it out.

Minjeong then leaned in to you laying her head on your collar bone inhaling your scent as she gently rocked her hips getting friction riding the release of you two out. As minjeong pulled out she looked down at you, her eyes softening as she pulled you into a hug.

"My wife... No need to be sober to fall in love." She muttured peppering your neck with kisses. You didn't know how to respond so you just carressed her hair letting her do what she wanted.....

And let's just say as you to fixed yourself and dressed yourself back up and went out of the bathroom. You and minjeong went separate ways, her with her friends and family and you with your friends and family too, you couldn't help ofcourse but stare at her direction and seeing from afar that she was definitely getting scolded by her younger sibling. Which she said was named ningning, and her older sibling named karina...

You couldn't help but giggle from afar.

[zuhaism]

⊹ ｡˚ 𓂃 ♡ Y/NRINA FAN FAVOURITES ?! 

[ navigation ] pt2

pairing : aespa5th!member x yoo jimin

synopsis : fan favourite y/nrina moments that convince them that they’re more than friends

genre : fluff

┈ clip 1

“we’re in sydney… nature. there’s y/n sunbathing on the grass”

giselle and karina walked over to you. her already closed eyes tightened as their shadows loomed over her. “she’s enjoying the moment..” karina explained to the camera.

“shes also asleep” giselle said with a giggle after nudging the girl and getting no reaction. “yah.. wake up!” karina poked y/n’s side. she flinched and warned her “do it again and ill jump you.”

karina giggled and poked the girls side deeper than before making her sit up. karina stood up and started running while y/n chased after her.

the clip got cut off to y/n on top of karina in the background of winter saying goodbye to the camera. they were on the grass as y/n sprawled her arms out over karina. if you squint you could see y/n cuddling into her.

y/nsairpods : nahh what they doing back there in 4:59

winterinari : we all saw that y/n

┈ clip 2

“helloooo everyonee !!”

“we raided y/ns room”

the live showed ningning, giselle and winter on y/n’s bed. it was currently 12:40am.

“what are you guys doing up?”

“we drank coffee hihi” said ningning as they looked for interesting comments.

“where’s y/n and karina?” read giselle aloud. “here they are.. unnie ill cover your face.” my’s could hear ningning whisper as they turned the camera around.

showing karina facing them straddling y/n on her gaming chair with her hands wrapped around y/n’s shoulder. while she played minecraft.

“haiii” karina waved with her bare face being covered by winters finger. “y/n say hi” winter spoke up.

she raised the hand that was on her keyboard and waved, her gaze still on the monitor. karina giggled and nestled her head deeper into the crook of the girl's neck, turning her attention back to her phone.

ningfordays : THEYRE DATING CMON

meowrina : mann if my girl aint clingy like that i dont want her (i want karina)

┈ clip 3

“now were done with our japan tour..” karina said still chewing on her food. beside her was y/n who eyed her food and opened her mouth.

karina picked up a piece of pickle and fed it to the younger girl. “you gave me vegetables.” y/n made a disgusted face.

“next time get ur own.” y/n made an annoyed face. “you look like a nerd with those glasses on .. chat do you agree with me. please comment ‘karina is a nerd’ i will be watching when this video uploads.”

y/n said whilst taking the camera from karina’s hands and fighting her off before she could get it back. “stop” karina sulked, going back to her food and ignoring y/n who shoved the camera on her face.

“atleast im a cute nerd.” y/n giggled at that.

“my cute nerd”

┈ clip 4

“hello everyone today i’ll be doing y/n’s make up yay!” karina said as she clapper her hands. she layed out the make up materials. “go wash your face first.” karina said to y/n who looked like she just had woken up. with her messy hair and oversized tshirt and pants.

“today we’re going to stroll around nyc but y/n is tired from jetlag so im helping her with her make up.”

y/n came back a little fresher than before. “come sit down.” karina motioned for y/n to sit infront if her. where she prepped a chair so the camera could capture it.

karina was standing as she did y/n’s make up until she got to her eyeliner. “agh this is hard while standing.” karina groaned as she pulled back from applying the eyeliner on y/n’s eyelid.

“sit” y/n pulled karina down on her lap as she was already towering above her. the camera caught the tips of karina’s ears turning red

y/n held karina close, steadying her as she worked on the eyeliner. making karina have the height advantage while y/n just closed her eyes and looked up.

ninging : ik what u are

tinniewinter : idk if i wanna be karina or y/n

┈ clip 5

“cut!” the choreographer called out. aespa was rehearsing for their synk hyper line tour in japan. everyone let out a breath of exhaustion as they let their muscles loose from posing.

karina approached y/n, who stood at her spot with her eyes closed, caught in a moment of post-performance relaxation. she didn’t even flinch when karina grabbed at her hoodie strings that got in her shirt from the vigorous dancing. fixing her hoodie.

she looked back up to face y/n and made eye contact with her. the camera caught the tip of her ears turning red. before she went in to wrap her arms around the girls shoulder. trying to ignore the flustered feeling from the sudden eye contact.

y/n, slightly taken aback, looked at karina with a hint of confusion. she returned the embrace by wrapping her arms around karina’s slim waist.

[urno1luv]

squid game (s1) aespa x reader🫣?? ningning is the only sane member + gets a happy ending tho😭

(as for the asks, don't worry!! i saw them all and i'm working on posting them!!)

tags: saebyeok's murder mentioned (😔), yandere behaviour, drugging, noncon, sadism, suicide mentioned once (reader), audiz are written together

🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪

KARINA and GISELLE, the VIPs

- flew over with giselle from japan just to watch this event, her perversion evident on her sharp features. she's definitely gonna have the time of her life

- her bets were placed on player 101, seeing how he was one of the most brutal players in the games, but giselle advised her to chose number 067 instead, citing her agility and her supposedly "callous" behaviour as a force to be reckoned with. aeri, after all, is one to listen to🙂‍↕️

- however, when both players have died and the only ones left are 456, 218, and you, 457, karina becomes pretty annoyed with giselle's guesses. "yah, uchinaga. we lost a million already, so choose a better player, don't make me lose more."

- luckily for rina, giselle already had her eyes on the cutest thing ever!!! your beautiful doe eyes glistening and filled with fear from player 218's sudden killing of your friend saebyeok. "hmm.... how about you bet on 456 and I bet on 457?" aeri suggests, smirking. "i feel like they might team up against 218, and the other VIPs are betting on him to win. let's divide our chances?" through a lot of coaxing, jimin agrees, her eyes following your every move.

- giselle and karina are pleasantly shocked once you suddenly use that brain of yours and successfully kill player 456 while he's occupied with the other player. with tears in your eyes, your knife enters his throat, giving him a quick death. though you cared about him very much, you couldn't afford to go against him in the next game when you were the finalists. rina tuts once you kill her pick, but it doesn't matter, bc the other VIPs now owe the girls their money since you won!!

- the guards escort you out of the arena, your legs weak with fatigue and guilt. aeri, however, has other plans for you ♡ "unnie, why don't we have some fun before we leave? think of it as a final parting gift!" jimin scoffs, but after thinking about it, why not?

- after being knocked out by gas during the ride in the lift, you wake up rather painfully, two slender but long fingers rammed into your cunt, pounding deep. you can't move your head to see who it is, but you feel woman's chest pressed against your back, her hot tongue on your neck, lips acting like a suction. your fingers twitch weakly, whimpering softly. your brain is too fried to realise that there's another woman sat beside you, smoking a cigarette, her deep voice ringing in your ears. "aeri, you made a good decision. she'll be pretty fun to play with," and she ended with small chuckle, hand snaking around your thigh. seems like you won't rest well tonight...

WINTER, the frontman

- she's by far the most evil, depraved, person out of all. her love for violence stems from an incident that happened when she was younger, in which her father got murdered before her eyes, and that changed her. it seemed as if her prayers were answered, bc he was not a good person to her at all. from then on, she grew up to believe violence was the answer, and violence was needed in order to get what she wanted

- she first saw you while watching players get their id photos taken, and your anxious and hesitant manner got her attention. what is this feeling she's experiencing right now...?

- her eyes gravitate towards you, even in a crowded room. minjeong feels a strange sense of protectiveness over you as you find a bed to sleep on, away from the others. her eyes gloss over with want as she obsessively watches you sleeping, chest rising up and down in your deep slumber. you must've cursed her because she stood in the security room all night, rooted to her spot. she's come to a conclusion, she has to have you.

- during the game where you had to take the marbles away from another player, using no force, you find yourself feeling sorry for the old man you were playing against. i mean, you only joined these games as a final resort, so if you die, it's what you would have wanted anyway. winter, on the other hand, was NOT going to let that happen.

- she orders the guard to not kill you, but after the game finished, bring you to her instead. her heart is pounding quickly, and her breathing has quickened. she would finally get what she wanted. a taste of you, your touch, your beautiful voice and your compassion for others, minjeong was ecstatic that she would have it ALL to herself..

NINGNING, □

- the detective who snuck in when she found out that her sister went missing. she killed a guard and took his clothing so she can investigate the place

- her plans quickly go to waste when she sees you while watching the cameras, your purity shining bright amongst the other players. she finds out that you came here to find the money to pay for your brother's university and for the massive debt you had, and ning makes it her mission to protect you <3

- quickly becomes hooked onto you, cooing as she sees you cowering from the guards whose guns point to your heads as you try to carve the designated shapes in the honeycomb cookies. she totally forgot her original mission, now she's here just for you

- once the night comes, she watches, in pain, as you scream and run from the mob who tries to kill as many players as they could, her fist shaking, fingernails drawing blood from her palm. she wishes she could help, but has to wait for orders from the head

- she decides that it's time for her to leave, but not without you. when the right time comes, she slips you a note, saying that she could help you escape, with the money, if you wanted. the two of you make a quick plan during your trips to the toilet, and you can't help but feel an immense gratitude for ningning. whatever would you do without her?

- once ning murders all the VIPs in cold blood, disgusting etched into her soft features, she quickly secures a suitcase containing millions of won. though it might not be the billions that were promised, it's better than nothing. she throws in some expensive items that the VIPs owned, and knocks twice on the room where the players stayed. successful in your joint mission, you both go through a secret pathway, and hop onto a boat that harboured nearby.

- fast forward to 2 years from now, ningning has won your love as well. after escaping to jeju island, she was surprised to see that you seemed to reciprocate her feelings, your plump lips landing on hers. not only has she secured a generation of money, but she also earned your affections <33

in case anyone wants the pictures, here they are!!!

ning is so baby here.. she cannot look intimidating for the life of her

[oakparchment]

Best Friends With Benefits

Lisa x Rosé x Male Reader

Length: 8045 words

Tags: double blowjob, double handjob, dirty talk, anal sex, strip tease, clothed sex, spit kink, hair-pulling, feet play, creampie, cum swapping

Summary: you find out that Chaelisa know each other a bit too well to just be platonic besties.

AO3

Chapter 1 - Tell me your 𝓯𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓮𝓼

"Do you ever get horny during idol work? Like what do you do when you get wet on set?" You opened up the conversation with a bold question. Worrying that you had jumped the gun and made them feel uncomfortable, you held you breath whilst waiting for a response. Your worries were waved away when Lisa glanced over at Rosé, whose lips had turned upwards on one side. Lisa stifled a giggle. "Are you kidding? We're only human. Some of the outfits I see the other members in gets me riled up and I have to rub one out in the bathroom, or if there’s no time then work is work and we just gotta wait until our schedule is over. But we always deal with it, eventually.”

Lisa sipped on her wine, her eyes never breaking contact with you as she did so. Sitting in Rosé’s apartment, you felt a little tense before the two idols. Mirroring Lisa’s actions, you drank from your glass, hoping a slight buzz might help relieve your nervousness.

Rosé offered a related experience "One time, we were at the recording studio and everyone else had clocked off. I could tell it was one of those days for Lisa, and she was desperate to go home so she could… y'know, relax. Instead, I left the mic recording, dragged us into the booth, and locked the door. I finger fucked the life out of her and that was the day where she squirted in our own recording booth." The nature of the story was already so slutty, but the way Rosé spoke it with her Aussie accent made you want to explore her mouth and hear her whisper into your ear.

Lisa sat up from where her elbow was leaning against Rosé's couch. She had a super crop top on, the ones that only cover your arms and shoulders, whilst her bralette was worn below it. This left a small window of exposed skin on her chest, including the slight curves you could see from her tits, as well as her tight abs. "We obviously weren't right up against the mic, so when we listened back to it you can mostly only hear distant moans and muffled wet sounds. Still exported the audio and took it home though."

"I'd love to hear it." You blurted out without thinking, though there was no regret.

"Maybe we can show you the recording... but the live version sounds better." From your peripherals, Rosé's coy smile turned into a wide eyed expression at what her best friend had just said. Lisa knew how to deliver lines.

You were glad you initially steered the conversation in this direction, because they had taken the reigns and driven it full force.

"Well, this TMI got way out of hand, though I don't think you're complaining." Rosé looked down at your bulge and then up at you. "Are there any fantasies you've had about us?"

"Or have you just jerked off to our pictures?" chimed in Lisa. "It's okay, you can answer honestly... Sometimes when I'm alone and porn isn't doing it for me, I scroll through my Rosie wank bank and get off to her. It usually works".

"Lisa!" Rosé's blush was accompanied by a mischievous smile. "Wait... Only usually?"

"Relax, when it's not enough I whip out one of our recordings."

You can't help but notice that Lisa said recordings, plural.

"You watch them without me? said Rosé whilst pouting her lips.

"Sorry babe, you know I can't help myself sometimes."

At this point you're at full mast and could listen to them talk about these things forever, but without wanting to fade into the background, you speak up. "Okay, the thought of that is unbelievably hot and I have so many questions.” You paused to think momentarily. “Why don't we play a little game, I'll tell you about one of my fantasies if you tell me one of yours".

Rosé raises her eyebrows. "So you do fantasize about us?"

"The secret's out, I guess." You said in a playful way, knowing full well that no one in this room thought that was a secret.

"Okay, we'll take you up on this game, since there's two of us and one of you, we'll start." Rosé looks over to Lisa after saying this.

Lisa claps her hands together. "Well seeing as you mentioned that their were three of us... I want to be eaten out and fucked at the same time."

The fact that Lisa said this with the implication being Rosé and yourself made you audibly groan. This might be a lot more wild than you initially thought.

"You really dived into the deep end huh Lili." Rosé spoke aloud the thought you had.

"Mine might seem a bit tame in comparison, but I've kinda got a thing for legs." As you say this, your eyes trail over to Rosé. Unlike Lisa, she was in full comfy mode, wearing a tight blue top that to your delight exposed her toned midriff. Below that were her slim legs, which in her high waisted sweatpants looked particularly long. Rosé was watching you scan her legs, and noticed when your focus didn't stop at her ankles but kept venturing further down to her bare feet. You quickly looked up to her face hoping she wasn't overly observant, but she returned your gaze with a knowing look.

"You like my legs? I'm sure there's something we can do about that." she said whilst shuffling closer to you on the tiled floor, stretching her legs out teasingly so that they were within arms reach of you. "I suppose it's my turn then. Hmm..." Rosé tilted her face to one side and looked up as she gave it a moment of thought. "I'd like to take a guy's load and share it with another girl."

You could barely believe the words that were coming out of their mouths. Rosé had already pointed out the bulge in your pants a few minutes ago, and had now decided to do something about it. Having already moved closer, Rosé lifted her leg and placed a foot on your hardness. It would be ignorant of you to think that idols would always have perfectly prim and pristine bodies from head to toe, but in Rosé's case this seemed to be true. 

Lisa bit her lip and crossed her legs over as she watched her friend make her advances.  Rosé simply looked at you whilst gently biting the inside of her cheek. With her arms leaning behind her on the floor for support, she started to add more pressure and move her sole up and down your crotch, giving you a footjob through your pants.

Getting impatient, Lisa, who at this point was clearly trying to tighten her legs together to get some kind of friction, quickly decided that wasn't enough and instead reached for the buttons on her shorts and started to take them off, but not in typical fashion. Lalisa stood up and turned around, her body line turning into an incredible figure that you wished you could burn into your memory. At the centre of this artistic sculpture was her luscious ass, which was only highlighted more as she bent over and looked back at you with those unmistakable fuck-me eyes. She then peeled her tight shorts down, using her hands to guide them along. She glided her hands across her legs at the same time, like she was a present you’ve always wanted unwrapping itself in front of you. Once her shorts had hit the tiles, you imagined what it would be like taking her in this position, and all the kinds of things you wanted to do to her ass.

Her little routine wasn’t over though. On the way up, in one fluid motion her hand trailed up along the inside of her thigh, leading to her panties that she rubbed from her ass all the way to her clit. She shivered at the first real physical stimulation felt since this little session started. The simple act of stripping off her own shorts was striking. She certainly lived up to her main dancer mantle.

Your cock twitched achingly at Lisa’s strip tease. In response, Rosé found the head of your manhood through the fabric and, to the best of her ability, curled her toes around it. “Whilst this is fun, there’s only so much of your cock that I can feel through your clothes, and I want it in me, not in your pants.”

“You mean in us.” said Lisa as she kneeled down next to Rosé.

“Sorry babe, you’re right” and one of your untold fantasies unfolded before your eyes, as Rosé leaned in to Lisa’s lips and pressed them across her own. Lisa met Rosé's tongue with no resistance, letting it slip into her mouth and explore within her. The realisation that this seemed so natural to them showed that it was clearly nothing new, all the while Rosé continued massaging you.

You gently caressed her foot, before begrudgingly removing it from your crotch. The strain of your cock through your pants was starting to hurt a little from how turned on you were. You stood up and closed the short distance to where they were still locked on to each other, mouth on mouth. You wondered how familiar they were with getting each other’s lips wet. Lisa was caressing her hands through Rosé's hair, who in return had her hands fondling Lisa’s cute tits. Apparently, the answer to your previous thought was, very much so.

When Rosé pinched her best friend’s nipple, Lisa let out a moan in her throat that reverberated into Rosé's mouth, letting her know that her actions were appreciated.

Rosé briefly opened her eyes, and saw your hard tent was now at eye level next to them. She pulled her tongue out of Lisa’s mouth and gave her a quick peck on the lips before turning to unzip your pants.

Lisa wrapped her arms around Rosé's waist and leant her head on her shoulders, watching as Rosé finally pulled your cock free. “Mmm, did all of our foreplay and teasing get you this hard? Just for us?” She said with a foxy little smile, knowing full well that you were hard as a rock the moment the topic of fantasies came up.

And with that she grabbed the base of your cock and started pumping up and down. The first jerk alone was enough to cause pre cum to leak out onto your head, which Rosé- observant as ever, quickly noticed and used it to start lubing up your rod. “Mmm c’mon Lisa, don’t pretend you’re shy.”

Lisa was seemingly preoccupied, as she had adjusted her head on Rosé's shoulder so that she was now sucking her neck, and the hands which were around her waist now pulled her towards her own body. Lisa was seemingly grinding her pussy against Rosé's hipbone. It wasn't a move that you had ever seen before, but it was hot nonetheless.

Rosé, who was unfazed by this, gathered her hand that was intertwined with Lisa’s and slid them both together over your cock, forming a hand cradle. What followed was a double handed jerk off, as the two girls of your dreams slid their hands together over the full length of your cock, from base to head, down and back up, their hands still laced over each other as well as over your cock. You revelled in the experience, thinking about how much more there was to come. You quickly stripped off your shirt, and looked down to the pleasing rendition before you.

Both sets of eyes were now looking up at you with hungry expressions. Rosé unclasped her hand and moved her mouth towards your balls, sucking them into the warmth of her mouth. Lisa continued pumping your cock, moving her hand down towards the lower half. You anticipated why she might do this, until your cock head was resting on the wetness of her laid out tongue.

“You know, Rosé's spit is still probably in my mouth.” She said, then quickly took in half the length of your cock inside her mouth. The thought of Blackpink’s shared fluids in each other and on your cock had you throbbing in Lisa’s mouth. Just to make sure, Rosé took a pause from sucking on your balls. After Lisa had bobbed up and down your shaft a couple times, Rosé interrupted her by placing a hand around her neck, gently choking the girl and causing her to stop the brief yet blissful blowjob. Confused as to why Rosé had pulled her best friend off of your cock, your confusion was quickly replaced with a look of awe as she pulled Lisa’s mouth open. The younger girl instinctively laid her tongue out and looked up at Rosé with puppy dog eyes. And then Rosé spat. in. her. mouth. Lisa grinned in return then returned to take the length of your cock down her throat, gagging ever so slightly when she reached the base. When her pretty pink lips pulled away from your cock, you were connected by a trail of spit and pre cum.

“There, now our spit is definitely mixed together all over your cock.”

Lisa wasn’t swimming, yet a new wave of liquid had started to leak under her from Rosé's ministrations. She moved her black panties to the side and started rubbing her clit, whilst returning to give you head.

You felt her slide her tongue along your frenulum and shaft whilst encasing you between her lips. Rosé massaged your balls with one hand and used her other to wrap it around the base of your shaft. Their teamwork and rhythm was undeniable. Whether it was through years of training and performing together, or experience in getting their partners off- each other or different people (or both), the pleasure you were feeling far succeeded your expectations. Lisa would skilfully envelop your shaft with her mouth, bobbing up and down. When she slurped down further, Rosé gave the base of your shaft two quick jerks. On Lisa’s every upwards motion, Rosé used the extra length available on your cock to give you a slower pump in a twisting motion, whilst Lisa sucked hard on your head. They continued doing this again and again, all the while Rosé continued to massage your balls with her free hand, and their eye contact fucked you on a whole other level.

Lisa moaned onto your cock, and gazing past her slutty little face, you saw she was still getting herself off. Two small pools of liquid had formed on the floor, one beneath Lisa’s pussy; her leaked juices made you wonder what she tasted like. The other was the puddle of spit below your cock and their mouths, which had transpired from the increasingly sloppy blowjob.

You felt a familiar rising wave. Wanting to prolong this dream-like situation, you stepped back to pull away, at which Lisa looked at you with pouty lips and an expression of neediness, whilst Rosé spoke up.

“You were about to cum weren’t you, I could feel it in your balls.” she said with a devious smile. “Lisa’s mouth does feel good doesn’t it.” After which she turned and licked up along Lisa’s cheek playfully, and turned back to look at you with her mouth open in a smile and her tongue lifted up to to the top of her teeth.

“That felt like heaven and then some.” You explained. “But I don’t want to cum just yet.”

“It’s all good, I’ve got an idea” Rosé grabbed Lisa’s hand again and stood up, motioning for Lisa to follow suit.

Noticing the girly mess she had made on the floor, Lisa started an apology to her best friend. “My bad Chae, I leaked on your floor a little.” Considering she hadn’t cum yet, ‘a little’ seemed like an understatement. This girl was dripping.

Rosé replied with even more fantasy fuel. “Don’t worry Lili, you get cum on my bed sheets all the time, these floors are easy to clean in comparison.” And with that you all moved into Rosé's bedroom, hopefully on your way to ruin her bed sheets anyway.

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Chapter 2 - 𝓕𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓮𝓼 fulfilled

Apart from a hoodie that was lying on the floor, Rosé's bedroom was about as photogenic as her. An observation of clean and cute was as far as your quick scan of the area allowed before the girls drew your attention again.

Amazingly, Rosé was still fully clothed. Lisa- desperate to continue, quickly undid Rosé's shorts and dropped them to the floor, but not without giving Rosé's ass cheek a playful bite. “Lisa-yah!” yelped Rosé, with her eyes wide open and mouth agape in a similarly playful expression.

“Can’t help myself Rosie, I’m just extra horny today, don’t know why.”

“Lili I think we know why.” She said, giving you a coy look. “Why’re you just standing in the doorway Y/N?” “It’s okay, you can come into my room, it’s not the only thing of mine you’re gonna be coming in anyway.” Your cock twitched at her comment, causing Rosé to smirk as she knew the effect her words had on you.

“I want to see all of you Rosé.” You looked at her shirt and panties, then at Lisa, indicating with your eyes. Lisa understood and stood behind her best friend. Returning the favour from earlier, she cupped her perky little tits through her white top and started to pinch her nipples.

“Mmm, naughty Rosie isn’t wearing a bra.” said Lisa as she placed her head over Rosé's shoulder and looked into her eyes.

Rosé returned eye contact and replied “Well yeah I’m just at home, you walk around here with far less clothes than an absent bra sometimes.” She then proceeded to reach behind her, and although Rosé's body was currently blocking you from seeing it, you could take a good guess as to what she had dipped her fingers into given the surprisingly loud wet sound that emanated.

In what is half soft purring and half actual words, Lisa responds “Me walking around your house naked? You shouldn’t say such slanderous things Rosie.” You find it both humorous and an extreme turn on that Lisa is saying this whilst her fellow group members’ fingers are buried deep in her dripping pussy.

Even though you were meant to be cooling off, you can’t help but stroke your cock to the image before you. Ever so slowly, you pumped your shaft as Lisa lifted Rosé's shirt over her head, forcing the girl to pull her fingers out so that she could hold her arms up. As she did this, you managed to catch 2 of her fingers glistening in the air against the sunlight that shimmered through the curtains. Seeing Lisa’s wetness sparkle on Rosé's fingers was not a fantasy you thought you had, but it is a memorable moment for sure. With her top now removed, you drink in the sight of Rosé's tits. They aren’t huge, but they’re shapely and match her frame well. Subconsciously, you increased the pace of your stroking in appreciation, which doesn't go unnoticed by Rosé who bites on her lip as she watches you jerk off to her. “Better than getting off to pictures of us over the internet?” She toys.

Before you can think of a good reply, Lisa spins her around so that Rosé's ass is facing you. She gives you a quick glance, then starts to peel her chingu's panties off using just her teeth. Apparently Lisa took stripping classes at YG because she sure knew how to put on a show.

Rosé bent her knees slightly and leaned forward on the bed, knowing the angles that made her ass look good. Before you is a cute bubble butt, definitely not as big as Lisa’s, but round and firm. You wonder how it’s possible for them to look so damn good, but then remember that as idols, half of their work is training, dancing, and performing, and to look visual as fuck whilst doing it. What most of the public doesn’t necessarily realise though, is how mouth drooling they look even under their clothes. With no safety shorts to impede your view, Rosé looked gorgeous. Being nude, this is the most leggy you’ve ever seen her, and in her bent over position, her pussy shined back at you. Even from this small distance, you could see that she had a very neat innie that made you want to dive in. Turning back around to face you made her clean shaven mound apparent. 

You walked forward from your spot at the doorframe. Lisa was still wearing her bralette and super crop top, and her panties were so soaked that a wet line started to drip down her thigh. Eyeing what remained of her outfit, you came to a decision: “That crop top stays on, everything else needs to go.”

“If that’s what you want, daddy.” She said in a sultry yet innocent tone that practically makes you melt.

Rosé kneeled down behind Lisa, and took off her panties. There’s no show this time, but no complaints are to be heard either, as Rosé immediately dived into her best friends pussy, enabling moans to echo through the room.

You waste no time and unhook Lisa’s bralette. With just her super crop on to shape her shoulders, it laid just over her chest without covering her tits, which jiggled pleasantly as she had taken over stroking your cock, the rest of her now butt-naked. It was like an X rated dance practice outfit. You transfer Lisa’s moans into your own mouth as you moved in for a kiss. She welcomed your tongue into herself, and once again with unbeatable rhythm, she matched the pace of her handjob with the rate at which she sucked and licked at your tongue. You could only imagine that Rosé was somehow tongue-fucking her pussy to a similar beat.

“Alright, time for that idea I had” perks up Rosé. She directed Lisa to get on the bed- face down, ass up, whilst you stood at the edge, leaving enough room for Rosé to take her place in front of you. It looked to be a king size bed, which you have a not so slight suspicion is due to the fact that Lisa spends a lot of time in here as well. Rosé kneeled on her knees, facing Lisa, and continued her oral session. Feeling a little confused as to why she wanted you here, you begin to realise what Rosé's idea was. She lifted up the lower half of her legs into the air and fluttered her toes at you, behind which rested both her thighs held tightly together, and above that thigh gap was of course the beautiful folds of her pussy.

Rosé's a queen, yet she knows how to serve. Before you was an elegant three course meal of your very own Rosé banquet.

“There’s lube in that bedside drawer, bottom shelf.” said Rosé as she lifted up her head from Lisa’s cunt, gesturing towards the mahogany drawer with pussy juice dripping deliciously around her mouth. “Or you can borrow some of Lisa.” She said with a wink and a lick of her lips before burying her face back down into her meal, allowing Lisa’s increasingly louder moans to continue.

As hot as Rosé's latter suggestion sounded, you didn't want to interrupt, as Lisa has been chasing that orgasm since the start of the night. You moved over to where the bedside table was and opened the bottom drawer. The contents were a bit more intense than you were expecting. You spotted a few dildos and vibrators, the two most noticeable of which were a rabbit vibrator (the ones that have an extra nub shaped like rabbit ears to stimulate the clit), and a long double ended dildo that was half black, half pink. Apparently even in their sex lives they remained on brand.

Other items included a roll of condoms and the bottle of lube you were initially looking for- but quickly became of less interest, as you saw a pair of handcuffs, and at the bottom, a small set of Polaroid pictures. They had the typical dreamy summer vibes that Polaroids produced, but upon looking at the images more closely you noticed they were of not just Rosé, or even just Chalisa, but all the Blackpink members. In most of the pics the subjects were framed as either nude or close to it, in a satisfyingly tasteful way, despite the fact that you could tell they were taken either pre, mid, or post sex. You suddenly felt a bit of guilt, as if you were intruding on these intimate moments that were only meant for them. But when Lisa’s squeals tuned you back in, you glanced over at Rosé who had paused to give you her trademark bedroom eyes and wiggled her butt and feet in the air despite the items you were holding. She didn’t mind you seeing her intimate drawer but she did mind that you weren’t fucking her right now.

“Do I need this?” you asked her dutifully, whilst holding up one of the condom packets.

“Nah, remember what I said earlier? I want you to finish in me, not in some latex. Don’t worry, we’re both on the pill.”

Lisa, despite her sounds of exasperation, managed to chime in “Chae loves cum too much to not be on the pill.”

Rosé didn’t even respond, and instead just returned her tongue and fingers to Lisa’s folds.

“If you think there’s a lot going on in that drawer, just wait until you see what Jennie and Jisoo have.” Lisa’s statement left a lasting impression.

Returning back to the bed, you planted yourself on the ground behind Rosé. If she’s offering everything in front of you, you weren't gonna turn her down. Already knowing in which order you’ll fuck Rosé's bits, you pour some of the lube over your cock and then some over the soles and along the insides of her feet, which she already had hovered in the air for you, squeezed together. You quickly grabbed a pillow and placed them under her knees to hopefully help alleviate some of the roughness of the floor.

With your cock lined up, you started thrusting between her soles. To add more stimulation you pushed them together, tightening the hole that formed between them. She started to move her legs slightly back and forth to match your thrusts. Like the rest of her body, her feet were pretty and clean, and it’s a unique visual to see your cock pumping between them. Further up on the bed, the rapid squelching sounds coming from between Rosé's face and Lisa’s legs announced her approaching orgasm.

“Fuck yes Rosie, fuck fuck fuck.” Screamed Lisa as her cunt trembled around Rosé's fingers and mouth. The older girl continued her movements, only slowly subsiding once Lisa stopped shaking. Lisa allowed the last waves of her orgasm to ride through her. “You eat me out so good Chae.” She said before flipping onto her back, head towards Rosé and lying still in an effort to catch her breath.

Throughout all this you continued to fuck Rosé’s feet. After a couple dozen thrusts, you realised that you were both too worked up to keep the foot job going, and that this was generally better served as foreplay or when everyone wasn't ridiculously horny.

Your thought process was reinforced when you placed her legs back down and noticed her pussy leaking some cream. Not a clear, dripping wetness like Lisa, but a small trail of creamy white. Rosé got up and pushed you down to a seated position on the edge of her bed. Straddling you, she says "I'm sorry, I know you want to fuck my legs, but my pussy is literally creaming for your cock right now so it'll have to wait for another day."

The fact that Rosé basically invited you to come fuck her again after today was more than enough reason for you to accept her apology. “Lili, guide his cock for me.”

Lisa, who had seemingly recovered enough from her orgasm, got up off the bed with her tongue between her teeth and a devilish smile. You wondered what she was thinking about. Taking her spot behind Rosé, you felt a warm hand wrap itself around the base of your cock, as it aimed your head towards her best friends opening. You were aching to be inside Rosé’s flower, and she was aching to have your stem inside of her.

Once she felt your tip teasing her entrance, Rosé allowed her weight to fall down until her pussy lips met Lisa’s hand. The top half of your cock was buried inside Blackpink’s main vocalist, whilst the main dancer had her fingers curled around the bottom half. The moment is so cathartic that you had to strain yourself from not nutting then and there. Rosé continued to push downwards against Lisa’s hand, signalling that she wanted more. Instead of letting go completely, Lisa unfurled her fingers one at a time to allow for Rosé's pussy to swallow more of your cock, until she’s only holding the very base with the O shape of her curled thumb and index finger. Rosé bottoms out, meaning Lisa’s hand is now laying flat against your pubic area, with your cock jutting out between her fingers. She flips her hand over so that her palm is facing upwards. Rosé had now taken your full length, her creamy walls feeling like bliss. You attest being able to push through her unbelievable tightness on the first thrust to her determination, and that she was visibly creamy from all the action that had happened tonight before any attention was given to her pussy.

Rosé started to lift upwards, and then down again, finding a rhythm, but her pussy was not alone in this endeavour. Every time Rosé flexed and relaxed her hips and legs to sink down on your cock and then up again, Lisa matched this by keeping her hand in the same position as before. Palm up, her middle and ring fingers encasing either side of your cock. By matching the pace of the ride, she always kept her hand just under Rosé’s pussy. In doing this, she was not only giving you a two finger handjob, but she was also curling her fingers up to rub her best friends lips and clit, all the whilst Rosé continued to ride the soul out of you.

The sounds of squelching and yours and Rosé’s moaning filled the room. The subtle bouncing of her tits every time she dropped from the summit was adorable. Seeing you eye fuck her tits, Rosé flicked her hair so that you could get better access. You moved in and took her left nipple in your mouth, whilst cupping her other boob. The hardness of her nipples became even more evident as your swirled your tongue around one and pinched the other. As her pussy continuously clamped you, up and down, You felt Rosé’s hands on the back of your head, pulling you closer. Her fingers ran through your hair and massaged your scalp as you alternated between sucking on her tits. Rosé fully took the length of your cock inside of her and switched to a back and forth grinding motion.

With her mouth free and Rosé’s ass in front of her, Lisa determined there was an obvious move to make.

“Lisa-yah!” Rosé suddenly yelped. “ I thought this was meant to be your fantasy.

Lisa pauses her ministrations to reply. "Turns out I wanted to be on the giving end as well." Curious as to what was happening, you unlatched from Rosé’s tits and looked behind her slim waist. Lisa had halted her finger work from the two of you and was instead spreading her best friends ass, tongue deep inside Rosé’s tight little asshole.

Continuing with her grinding, you yourself almost yelp as Rosé clenched her pussy walls tighter on your cock, her velvety insides hugging you closer.

“Rosé…” You groan, feeling yourself getting closer. Leaning over, she whispers into your ear. "Don’t be a stranger, you can call me by my real name.”

This was a small added intimacy that you were more than happy to abide by. "Do you like having my cock inside you... Park Chaeyoung?" You say in a deep playful tone, but it's followed quickly by a moan as she squeezes her cunt around your cock even harder upon hearing you call her by her real name.

Lisa interjects - "You just squeezed his cock didn't you Chae? Holy fuck you must be tight right now, some of your cream leaked out when you did.” From behind Chaeyoung's ass you can see Lisa eye fucking the creamy pussy in front of her, before looking up at you and saying "I love when she squeezes herself around my fingers or tongue, makes me feel like a good girl.”

“Or a bad girl, depending on how you look at it" you say, in which Lisa responds with a coy smile and sticks her tongue out playfully, which to your delight she sticks back in to her chingu's awaiting ass. "Lisa, I love you, but good girls don't tongue fuck each others assholes" she says whilst trying to hold in a moan. Lisa pulls out "well I can stop if you'd like" she says, tilting her head down and pouting her lips in a teasing way that she knew would drive Chaeyoung crazy, but without even turning around, Chaeyoung rests her hand on Lisa's head and pulls her back into her ass, "don't you dare stop, I'm close". Seeing as she looked you dead in the eyes during those words you took it she wasn't just talking to Lisa. This time you take the reigns and start bucking your hips up into her. Chaeyoung lets out the moan she was holding a moment ago, the loudest of the night so far.

Pumping with all the energy you have in you, you buck your hips up into the girl, relentlessly pounding her pussy with your rod. You keep a rigid hold of her waist, minimising her movements to allow Lisa to continue her tongue work.

“Unghf, yes, yes, keep fucking me Y/N, I’m so close, treat me like your little cum hungry slut. My pussy needs your cum. My pussy needs your cum like my asshole needs my best friends tongue. FUCK” she squeals, as you deliver the words “milk the cum out of my cock with your pussy, Chaeyoung” and with the most satisfying O face you’ve ever seen, her eyes rolls back and her pussy cinches around your cock tighter than it has all night. Her creamy walls start to ripple around your manhood, and when her facial expression alone was enough to send you over the edge, you thrust balls deep one more time and then plummet over. Her cunt milks you for load after load, as white as the flashing of your vision. The culminating overload of realising that you really are in  Rosé‘s apartment, fucking her and Lisa, and the waves of your climax has you in pure, absolute bliss.

With your cock still inside her, Chaeyoung wraps her arms around your neck, nuzzling her head into your shoulder. She’s clearly gone into a state of lazy post-sex dreamy mode, and you don’t blame her. Holding on to you tight like she doesn’t want to ever let go, you wrap one arm around her smooth waist, and explore the ridges of her spine and ribs with the other hand.

“Don’t let that cream go to waste Lili” mumbles Chaeyoung from your neck. “Remember what I said about wanting to share cum?”

“Leave it to me Rosie” and with that Lisa gently lifted Chaeyoung’s ass until your cock slipped out of her pussy, the both of you wincing slightly from the post-nut sensitivity.

The gentlest little moans emanated from Chaeyoung as Lisa started lapping up the dripping creampie, no, YOUR dripping creampie from her best friend's pussy. You didn’t have the view to see it, but the sight of Lisa’s eyes peaking over Chaeyoung’s ass as she licked up the combined cream of your cum and her fellow group member was more than enough. “I know you’re both puckered out right now, but after tasting all this cum I’m getting sopping wet again and I’m gonna have to go for round two.” Some of her words were a little unclear, as she spoke without trying to let any cum fall out. You smiled at Lisa’s request as she dived back in. Once her mouth was full of the contents of Chaeyoung’s pussy, she gathered the cum from your sensitive cock using three fingers and licked that up too. She then sat back on her knees and waited like a good girl.

Chaeyoung pushed up off of you and swayed over to Lisa. You watched as the two sloppily made out, transferring creamy white substances into each other’s mouths. Lisa stuck her tongue out, looking first at her best friend and then making direct eye contact with you. Chaeyoung’s creamy cum, your hot load, and the girls’ spit coating her mouth and smooth pink tongue, forming multiple trails between her top and bottom lips as she opened her mouth wide. 

Chaeyoung wrapped her luscious lips around Lisa's tongue, bobbing up and down like a pseudo-blowjob. Once Lisa’s jaw got tired, she pushed down on Chaeyoung’s shoulders to get her on a lower elevation. Lisa then loomed over Chaeyoung’s mouth from a distance and let what remained of her creamy  reservoir out of her mouth. Like a thick bubbling waterfall, the cum travelled through the air down into Lake Chaeyoung’s awaiting mouth.

Before today, the most you had seen of Chaeyoung and Lisa was the occasional outfit that showed off a little extra, or them twerking on stage, yet here you were watching them savour and play with your cum in each other’s holes.

It was filthy, it was slutty, and it was pure fucking fantasy fuel.

“Tur around, get on the beb with your asshup” Chaeyoung could only half enunciate the words in trying to contain all the cum in her mouth, though she wasn’t fully succeeding as some was dribbling out the corner of her mouth and down onto her perky little tits. Regardless, Lisa got the memo, as for the second time that night, she quickly planted herself face down, ass up on the bed. In this position, her ass had never looked better, and you could already feel yourself returning to hardness. You wondered just how much time Lisa spent in this position.

Just when you thought the cum tales might be over, Chaeyoung scooched over in prime position to eat her best friend’s ass. Instead of swallowing the cum, she spat some of it out and proceeded to make out with Lisa’s asshole. Cum. And. Spit. Dripped. Everywhere. Lisa was moaning into the bed sheets, and as if there wasn’t enough, her pussy started leaking out again. Chaeyoung was alternating between finger fucking and tongue fucking all the natural lube into her Lisa's asshole. Once she seemed satisfied, she wiggled under Lisa into a sixty-nine position, and sucked her pussy folds into her mouth. 

After watching the two eat each other out for a bit, Lisa turned her head around and faced you. “C’mon Y/N, you can’t tell me that after all that you’re not hard again, Chae didn’t lube up my ass with cum-lube for nothing.” She said whilst shaking her ass in the air. Suffice to say you were at full mast again, so you took your place behind Lisa’s ass. She giggled as you tapped your cock on her cheeks, admiring the shape and firmness of it.

“Oh my god Lalisa Manoban keep rubbing that, fuck yes.” You couldn’t see Chaeyoung’s pussy from here but it made you smile knowing these two knew how to get each other off so good.

Holding your cock by the base, you pushed just the head into Lisa’s asshole. “Ugh, yeah keep going deeper, I can take it all.” You didn’t doubt her, especially with how slick and wet it was, but you wanted to see if you could make her beg for it. Once your whole tip was inside her ass, you pulled out, rubbed it along the length of her pussy that Chaeyoung wasn’t occupying with her mouth, then pushed just the head back in. After repeating this a few times Lisa quipped “Y/N please I need you to pound my ass, stop teasing me.” She tried to twerk it back into you but her best friend had her arms locked around her waist, preventing Lisa from getting much movement.

Chaeyoung’s sparkling eyes from below caught your attention. You couldn’t see her mouth but could tell she was smiling. Teasing Lisa when her pussy juices were literally leaking down her leg got Chaeyoung off just as much as it did for you.

You put the tip back into her asshole. “Tell me how bad you want it Lisa.”

“I’m fucking aching for your cock Y/N. You know my ass will make you feel good, lay your pipe in me however you want, just put it in please. Please.” That last word came out like a gentle little cry. And so without remorse you thrusted the full length of your cock into Lalisa’s tight asshole. Lisa screamed in delight as you pumped away, rearranging her guts. Her ass cheeks clapped rhythmically every time your hips rammed into her from behind. You were reminded that Lisa got her wish from earlier, as loud slurping sounds came from where Chaeyoung’s mouth connected to Lisa’s pussy, which was dripping like a faulty faucet.

You took a healthy handful of Lisa’s ass cheek and squeezed, taking a moment to appreciate that you were indeed fucking the Lisa Manoban’s ass. You gave her a good couple spanks just for good measure. This was clearly up Lisa’s alley, as she said “mmm fuck yes Y/N, rough fuck me from behind like the slut I am.” With your cock filling her up, all of the cum lube from before had started to drip out of her ass and run down her cheeks, until it made its way through her pussy folds. Chaeyoung was there at the end of the stream, ready to lap it all up.

“She likes having her hair pulled whilst your inside of her.”

“Chaengie, stop exposing me!” quipped Lisa, as if she wasn’t already fully exposed, her pussy eaten and her ass spread open. 

You leaned forward and bunched up Lisa’s hair in your hand. Pulling her head back as you pounded her back end, making sure to deliver more spanks as she shivered in pleasure.

It didn’t take long before Lisa moaned between gasps of air “I’m gonna… cum… already. Don’t stop fucking that hole Y/N… keep sucking my clit… right there Cha- OH” 

Lisa came like an unhinged sprinkler, her body rippling and coiling in all the right places, and Chaeyoung had to close her eyes as Lisa started to gush and squirt all over her pretty little face.

You kept fucking Lisa throughout her orgasm, but she eventually pulled forwards slightly from over stimulation. You pulled your cock out of her ass, promising to yourself in your head that you’d return to that tight cavern one day.

Noticing your hard on floating in the air, Chaeyoung wiped her hand across her face like she had just been submerged in a pool, except instead of water it was Lisa’s squirty cum. With her hand now slick with girl juice, she reached up and started to pump your cock. Evidently, these two were fans of using cum as lube. But like fuck, you were too after tonight.

“Chaeyoung, shift down towards the edge more.” As she complied, you gently pulled Lisa along so that her pussy lined up with Chaeyoung’s mouth. Her head was now hanging off of the bed slightly, exactly where you wanted it. You placed your thumb on Chaeyoung’s lips and swiped it across them. They returned to their position with a slight bounce.  Without even needing to say the words, she opened her mouth wide, her tongue looked as inviting as ever. Using Lisa’s ass as a handhold, you bent your knees until Chaeyoung’s mouth was on fucking level, and in one thrust you glided along her tongue until you hit her throat. As expected, Chaeyoung’s throat shared similar properties with her pussy: incredibly tight and the perfect sleeve for your cock. You revelled in the feeling of her warm tongue and throat massaging your rod. Each thrust was a delight. Damn these two idols knew how to take dick.

Even though you had already cum once, you knew you wouldn’t last long throatfucking Chaeyoung like this, so after a few more savouring thrusts you pulled out. “Hey, where are you going..?” Chaeyoung asked, as if her food was being taken away mid meal.

You answered her question with an action, slowly pushing the full length of your member into Lisa’s glorious pussy, which was accompanied by a gentle moan. You continued alternating between Chaeyoung’s upside down mouth and Lisa’s cunt, one slow thrust at a time. It was hard to tell which was more slippery.

“Making it last and still fucking us both at the same time? Don’t worry Y/N, this isn’t the last time we’re doing this, I can tell you that right now.” Lisa’s words reassured you, as did her pussy wrapped around your cock.

“Where do you want my 2nd load?”

“Your call Lisa, he already came insid-“ The end of her sentence was cut short, as you had just pulled out of Lisa and stuffed Chaeyoung’s mouth full again.

“My mouth is a bit dry Y/N, why don’t you quench my thirst?”

“You’ll have to turn around then Lisa, get your sexy little mouth over here, I’ve been close for a while now.”

She quickly hopped off from on top of Chaeyoung and swivelled around to face you (but she returned to lying on top of Chaeyoung anyway). You tapped on Lisa’s open tongue with your cock, and then watched it disappear as you thrust your hips forward.

“I like watching my best friend swallow your cock Y/N. She wants your cum. Are you gonna give it to her? Please cum down her throat, she's a dirty fucking cum whore babe, let it all out babe, nut in her, please.”

Chaeyoung’s accent as she pleaded for you to cum down Lisa’s throat sent you spiralling. She was a main vocalist in more than just singing. You thrust deep into Lisa's mouth one last time before groaning loudly. Hot spurts of cum coated Lisa’s mouth pipe, who greedily swallowed it all down. She wasn’t lying when she said she was thirsty.

You pulled out of Lisa’s mouth after your cock stopped twitching, now feeling well and truly spent.

"You really swallowed it all huh?" Chaeyoung noted.

"It's only fair, you got his creampie earlier."

You collapsed onto the bed next to Chaeyoung, whilst they casually discussed  your cum and the places it went.

Lisa looked over to face you with a sly grin. "You should come over again sometime, maybe we'll give you that audio recording."

“Come over again? Does that mean you’re kicking me out now?”

Lisa shook her head apologetically. That’s not what she meant.

Chaeyoung's hand stretched out behind her to find its place interlocked with yours, as if to make sure you weren’t going anywhere. "No, stay with us… tonight. But after that you should come over again, but only for the recording, no other reason." She teased in a sleepy voice.

"Really, no other reason?" You responded.

"Hmm, none that I can think off." She gently squeezed your hand, reassuring you of all the reasons that went unspoken.

A/N: How do people churn out smuts this long whilst still retaining some level of quality? I feel like I just submitted an assignment. Grade my paper and leave me feedback! Also, writing Rosé's name with the tilde above the e every time isn't worth it.

[flooffybits]

It's Complicated

Idol: Yu Jimin (Aespa)

Everything is just a mess of complicated feelings and situations that Jimin has lost control of.

Word count: 2.5k

Warning: toxic(?) relationship, cheating(sort of), karina is a mess, jealous karina, mentions of smoking

A/n: soooo this is sorta kind of personal but i had to write this out and i realized it was sort of comforting being able to let everything out

☕buy me a coffee☕

Phone tossed to the side, you shut your eyes and do your best to block out the whole week’s stress away, pressing a pillow to your face to muffle the frustrated scream that comes out of your mouth.

What the fuck were you supposed to even do right now?

Turning to the side, you finally let out a breath, willing your emotions to just shut down at that moment when you hear the sound of your door opening and closing. You don’t even bother to check who it was that checked in on you, maybe it was Aeri.

God, you hoped.

But when the bed dips behind you and a familiar set of arms wrap around your waist from behind, you let out a sharp breath when your leader pulls you against her chest, a small kiss pressed to your shoulder before she settles herself on your bed.

Fuck.

“I’m sorry.”

“Unnie, it’s fine.”

It wasn’t but you weren’t about to let her know that.

Her arms only tighten around you and a silence falls in your room, making you even more anxious. “You know that I have to do this, right?” Jimin whispers softly against your shoulder and it’s taking every ounce of willpower to not push her away and tell her to get out.

“I know, you don’t have to keep reminding me.” You grumble quietly, still refusing to look at her because you know that if you did, you would break.

Jimin stayed there for a while, simply staring at the back of your head, hoping that you would look at her even though she knows that you didn't have the strength to do so.

Not now at least.

So with a defeated sigh, your ex-girlfriend finally let you go before quietly exiting your room after bidding you a goodnight, another apology following soon after before she finally shut the door.

Glaring at the wall in front of you, you stubbornly wipe your tears away before pulling the sheets over your head in an attempt to hide from this cruel reality.

..

“Y/nnie is home!”

You were taking your shoes off when Minjeong called your name. You looked at her in confusion, seeing that she was alone, but as soon as you saw her phone propped up in front of her, it didn't take long for you to know that she was live.

“C'mere!” The blonde waved you over excitedly and you dropped your bag on the couch before greeting her with a warm hug, burying your face to her neck as she welcomed you into her arms.

A laugh bubbled from her throat when she gave you a squeeze. “They're calling you.” She stated and you only peek from your hiding place to see the chat room moving at a faster speed.

noooo theyre adorable 🤧🤧🤧

the way yn just melts into winter is so ugh

i want what they have

ynrina who? i only see winyn

The last comment caught your eye, but you were quick to mask it by hiding back in the younger girl's neck. “Jeongie~” The younger girl crinkled her nose at your affectionate display, giggling as she patted your head. “You’ve been gone the whole day.” She comments while brushing her fingers through your hair and you pull back just a bit to look at her, pouting as you did. “I know, and I missed you the whole day!”

She coos before squishing your cheeks together while the chat continues to pour more comments about your ship together, even more so when Minjeong brushes her nose against yours.

I feel like i shouldnt be watching this…

why are they so cute together?

is… is this allowed?

the nose boop ajsdskdjlffgs;a

“Let me get changed then I’ll come back and join you.” You tell the younger girl and Minjeong was quick to let you go. “Hurry back!” She called after you as you stood up. “I will!” You reply with a quick wave to the camera, disappearing from the camera’s view.

Minjeong then turned back to the live and read through the comments, chuckling at the various praise and constant shipping of you two together. Though she did see one comment that made her lips twitch down a little.

yn is with winter now just cause karina is dating jaewook

She promptly ignored the comment when she started to answer a few safer questions. “Unnie’s schedule has been a little packed lately, hasn’t it?” She pondered out loud, knowing full well that you were accepting those offers simply to keep yourself busy.

The rest of the girls were aware that you and Jimin had split up, they just weren’t sure why the leader suddenly started dating Jaewook right after the break up.

Right now, all she focused on was trying to keep you happy, distracting you from whatever depressing thoughts that were clouding your mind while Aeri did her best to try and get some answers from Jimin. Yizhuo was stuck somewhere in between, unsure whether to comfort you or Jimin. In the end she would find both of you separately because it’s been hard to get the two of you in the same room together unless it was work related.

Jimin had been more than willing to approach you, if not hesitant, while you tried to avoid her altogether, forcing a smile on your face when you had no means of escaping and the girls could all tell that your interactions with the leader were forced.

The eldest was more than aware and she wanted nothing more than to talk to you like you used to, but she had an obligation to fulfill.

“Y/n unnie isn’t sad, she’s just tired.” Minjeong claimed when she saw the few comments, frowning a little because if the fans could see the cracks through your mask, then what would you do if Jimin cornered you again?

“Talking about me again?” You finally come back from your room, dressed in more casual clothing, and take your previous spot next to Minjeong, squinting at your fans in a playful manner and Minjeong could see that you were pretending yet again.

Luckily, she’s good when it comes to covering for you.

“Well, they did sort of miss you. I did, too.” She pouted in your direction before you gave her cheek an affectionate pinch. “I feel like you’re just gonna ask me to buy you something.” She playfully smacks your arm, glaring without any real heat behind her gaze. “Can’t I just miss you?” She whines childishly and you giggle before wrapping your arms around her in a tight hug. “I’m just kidding, Jeongie. You know I love you.”

Later that evening while you’re laying on your bed, scrolling mindlessly through your phone, you hear your door creaking open, and when you look over, you have to sit yourself up when Jimin quietly enters your room.

There’s a troubled look on her face when she scans your face, trying to find… something, you aren’t sure really.

“What were you doing?” Her voice sounds so small and you look even more confused before glancing at your phone. “Nothing much, just looking at tweets.” Jimin’s lips purse together before she’s crossing the room and soon she’s sitting on the edge of your bed. “You were flirting with Winter.”

Your expression goes blank as you stare at her, comprehending what she had just said before shifting into incredulity. “We weren’t flirting. You know that’s how we act together.” You remind the eldest, but she doesn’t look too convinced. “You guys were awfully close though.”

“Because we are?”

You honestly have no idea where she was going with this, but the pout on her face wasn’t exactly an expected reaction when she finally turned her head to face you. “I got jealous.”

The admission has you stopping in your tracks and you stare at Jimin to make sure she wasn’t joking, but the earnestness in her eyes told you that she was as honest as could be and your heart suddenly got stuck in your throat. “Unnie, there’s really no reason for you to be jealous.” You say softly and Jimin sighs deeply while crossing her arms over her chest.

She knows she shouldn’t be jealous. She was the one who broke things off. She was the one in a relationship already.

But she couldn’t help it.

A hand covering her own managed to pull her out of her thoughts and when she looked back at you, you were already looking at her the same way you always did. “I understand, okay? I’m still here.” Your voice is barely a whisper, but it’s loud enough to shake Jimin to the core.

You soon found yourself with her in your arms, crying quietly against your shoulder as you card your fingers through her hair. “It’s okay… we’ll be okay.”

But another week of barely talking to each other proved that Jimin wasn’t okay with it. Even with the dates she had to go on with Jaewook, there was no easing the weight that sat on her chest, not when she would see pictures of you with your three other members or with a different idol she knew you were close with.

But the consistency of you and Minjeong hanging out never settled the jealousy that would rear its ugly head no matter how much she tried to tell herself that you and your other member were just friends.

You were pretty damn good at pretending that you were okay and Jimin hated that even more.

You would act like you used to, sending her smiles and cracking jokes like nothing had happened, like your heart wasn’t breaking every single day the two of you were apart.

Because how easy was it to watch someone you loved for two years suddenly move on with someone new?

Did she really move on?

The simple answer was no.

Jimin knows that she doesn’t love Jaewook. Hell, she doesn’t even like him, but here she was.

But she also knows that you weren't okay. And walking into your room and catching the smoke inside was a very big sign that she couldn't ignore.

"Unnie!" You quickly hid the e-cigarette behind your back in an attempt to make it seem like nothing, but Jimin had already caught you red handed.

"I thought you told me you wouldn't?" She asked softly and you struggle a little to answer before letting out a deep breath, shoulders sagging in defeat.

"I... needed something." Jimin felt something tug at her heart at the sight of you.

This was a new low for yourself, because you swore since the very beginning that you would never even try to smoke, yet here you were now.

And Jimin felt like it was her fault.

..

“Do you think it’s a good idea?” Jimin heard you ask from the kitchen and she paused a little before hearing Yizhuo’s excited voice. “Of course, unnie! I’m sure My would love it if you did another cover.” The maknae said while giving your arm a supportive pat. “But what would I even sing?”

Jimin peeked around the corner to see the maknae deep in thought, tapping her lower lip while you rested your head against your hand. “Wasn’t there this one song you’ve been listening to a lot lately? What was it called again?”

“That doesn’t really narrow the list down, Ning. I listen to a lot of songs.” You chuckle and Jimin tries to recall which songs you’ve been listening to. Since you both shared a few playlists together, she could sometimes see whenever you were listening to music. “Wait, I’m trying to think of which one.”

After a pause, you suddenly perked up before Yizhuo could even think of which song. “I have an idea!” That did seem to make her perk up, eyes shining when you began to grab your things. “Can I come too?” She pleaded and you were quick to agree, waiting for her to get her phone and wallet before the two of you exited the dorm.

Jimin’s phone vibrated in her hand, and when she checked, it was a message from you to the group chat, telling them that you and Yizhuo would be headed to the studio.

..

“I can’t believe you actually did that.” Aeri squealed while waiting for the video to be uploaded. You groaned when she wouldn’t stop hitting your arm, doing your best to deflect, but she was pretty damn persistent.

Minjeong only laughed at your misery whilst Yizhuo could barely contain her own excitement when she was practically vibrating on the couch, phone in hand. “I can’t believe SM let her sing that song.” She stated gleefully and you lightly rolled your eyes, knowing full well why your managers had allowed you.

Jimin only pressed her lips together while she sat beside you. She wasn’t too sure what to expect with this cover of yours, but she did promise to be supportive.

Isn’t it lonely?

I’d do anything to make you want me

Listening to the sound of your voice as you sang Blackpink Rosé’s Number One Girl, Jimin felt various emotions wash over her and she didn’t know which one she could focus on. Her throat had closed up, and she could feel the unshed tears stinging her eyes, and when you stole a quick glance in her direction, a frown immediately appeared on your face.

“Unnie?”

But she only shook her head in response.

Not now. Not here.

She couldn’t let the others see her break down.

She quietly asks you to come to her room to talk, and none of the three ask any questions as you follow your leader into her bedroom, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room with her back facing you.

Did you intend for her to feel anything with your song choice? Not really. But would it be a lie if you said you didn’t wish that she would pick you instead? That was a story for another time.

“Are you… upset?” You ask hesitantly, and Jimin turns around, her tears already running down her cheeks, but she stubbornly wipes them away. “I…” But no words come out.

She doesn’t know what to say. She isn’t sure what she could say in her position right now.

But looking at you and seeing the way you still cared for her despite everything, despite every dumb decision she made, despite hurting you, she couldn’t take it anymore.

“I miss you.”

Your eyes soften at her words. “Unnie-”

She closes the distance between you and her hands find their place on your shoulders, a quiet intensity in her gaze. “I miss you so much and I feel like I can’t keep going another day without you next to me. Not talking to you kills me.” Your heart aches with the way her voice cracks and you reach up to brush another tear from her face.

The contact has her inhaling sharply before she’s leaning into your touch, and it’s utterly pathetic how she can’t have what she wants.

“I miss you, too. But you and I both know that we can’t be together, not when you have Jaewook waiting for you.” You remind her and she wants to scream that she doesn’t care.

Screw the contract.

Screw the deal.

But as you leaned closer into her space, Jimin felt her breath hitch especially when her eyes found yours.

You look at her, scanning her face carefully, waiting for her to pull away. But her grip on your shoulders only tighten, and that’s all you need before your lips come crashing against hers.

The kiss is needy, desperate and heated as Jimin tugs you closer, her hands bunching up your shirt before one hand moves to the back of your neck because she needs this.

She needs you.

And as the two of you finally pull apart to gasp for air, Jimin presses her forehead against yours. “I still love you. It’s still you.” She whispers against your lips and your thumb gently runs against her skin, the feeling of missing her only making your emotions take over where your brain should be leading.

“We’ll work through it.” You promise her. “I love you, too.”

[mahteeez]

⎯⎯⎯⎯ 𝐖𝐄𝐓

(Giselle x Leitora)

⢷⠀Gênero: Smut.

⢷ Avisos: MDNI, sáfico, masturbação explícita (Giselle é quem recebe), palavras de baixo calão, esguicho, e muita putaria lesbiana hehe.

⢷ Notas: Às vezes eu cumpro as promessas que faço. Mimo para as sapatônicas pq Mahzinha também passeia pelo vale. Boa leitura!

Giselle gosta de ficar de preguicinha com você. Ambas deitadas juntinhas, dividindo o cobertor quentinho, cada uma no seu celular, mas mostrando uma para a outra quando um vídeo interessante ou engraçado aparece. O carinho está sempre presente. Quando uma carência repentina bate, pode-se dizer que uma competição de quem diz mais "eu te amo" começa, sem contar os beijinhos no rosto quando estão coladinhas.

Mas você não aguenta ficar só nisso por muito tempo. Esse carinho se intensifica, os beijinhos beiram o canto da boca, descem para o pescoço e arrepiam. As mãos que antes acariciavam a cintura sobem sorrateiramente para os seios cobertos, provocam de leve os bicos durinhos que se escondem sob o tecido fino. A outra mão deixa o celular de lado e entra na brincadeira, passa os dedinhos de leve sobre o short do pijama, guia-os até o meinho e pressiona-os sobre a bucetinha de Giselle. Ela solta um ruído mansinho, prende os lábios inferiores sob os dentes, a reação é agradável, você quer fazer mais.

Então, afasta minuciosamente o short larguinho para o lado, deixando a calcinha exposta. A mancha ultrapassa o tecido, meladinha. Seus dedos rodeiam a poçinha, sentem a textura pegajosa. "Já 'tá lambuzadinha, amor? Nem fiz nada ainda." Provoca descarada, sussurrando no ouvidinho da garota e descendo outro beijinho no pescoço. A de cabelos rosados sibila um "Vai se foder " baixinho e logo apoia o braço sobre o rosto. Você ri, acha graça quando ela fica tímida.

Os dedos ainda se arrastam sobre a calcinha, logo, sem aviso, afastando a mesma para o lado, dando a visão da bucetinha linda e melada de Giselle. A mesma, por sua vez, suspira pesado ao sentir o ar fresco do quarto se chocando contra sua intimidade exposta. Passa o indicador e o dedo médio sobre os lábios maiores, se arrastam até a pontinha do clitóris e o pressionam entre eles. Giselle geme dengosa, as pernas automaticamente tentando se fechar, mas você pacientemente as afasta de novo, fala baixinho e melodioso com ela outra vez: "Preciso que fique abertinha assim para eu conseguir brincar, lindinha." Um beijinho no rosto dela.

Seus dedos sentem a entradinha pulsando, ainda que estejam superficialmente. O indicador mergulha, sente a viscosidade quentinha lambuzando o dedo todo. O roça para cima e vê Giselle se empurrar em direção ao seu gesto. Resolve levar o dedo médio a fazer companhia, força para que ele também entre, e agora consegue sentir o interior de Giselle melhor. Ela geme seu nome, a voz parecendo desesperada, pede para que adicione velocidade ao ritmo, e assim você faz, começa a tirar os dedinhos melados quase por completo e então os empurra para dentro novamente com um pouco mais de força. Giselle geme gostosinha outra vez.

Já impaciente, ela se apoia sobre os cotovelos, abre mais as pernas, puxa ainda mais para o lado a calcinha e empina a bucetinha carente em direção aos dedos que estão mergulhados. "Tá tão desesperada hoje, amorzinho." Você zomba, mas tudo que recebe é lamúria: " Hmm... por favor, por favor, por favor!" O polegar se arrasta para acariciar o clitóris durinho, pressiona o botãozinho dela enquanto fode os dedos naquele pontinho sensível dentro. Ela está gemendo descompensada, pouco se importando com qualquer coisa que não seja o prazer atual.

Ela agarra seu pulso, os olhinhos fechados com força e o corpo contorcendo para os lados mostra que ela está gozando. A buceta dela está sugando seus dedos com força, o canalzinho fica até mais apertado. Você retira os dedos com dificuldade, mas não para, não permite sequer que ela desça completamente do seu pico. Sua mão agora esfrega o clitóris dela, o som úmido ecoa alto. Ela implora, chorosa, para que você cesse, mas você sabe que ela não quer isso. "Achei que quisesse mais. Vamos, amor, esguicha pra mim, deixa tudo molhadinho."

A fricção aumenta. Giselle está superestimulada, balbuciando entre gemidos palavras desconexas, tremendo mais, com um gritinho agudo que foge da sua garganta, ela começa a esguichar seus fluidos, molhando tudo. Sua mão esfrega com mais rapidez, tirando tudo e mais um pouco daquela bucetinha exausta. Giselle está acabada, seus gemidos soam mais como miadinhos, ela sequer consegue controlar a respiração.

Volta a deitar exausta sobre a cama. Seu sonoro "Uau!" a faz rir, tímida. Ela abre os olhos cansadinhos, grita um "Para com isso!" entre risos enquanto você provoca ela uma última vez, lambendo os dedinhos e fazendo um som exagerado de contentamento, como se estivesse saboreando os resquícios da coisa mais gostosa que você já provou na vida, e de fato era.

Giselle gosta de ficar de preguicinha com você, mas ela gosta ainda mais onde isso sempre termina.

Eu nunca acerto o horário pra postar 😭 Mas se você por acaso chegou até aqui, dá uma forcinha aí! Uma curtida, um reblog ou um comentário são mais do que suficientes para eu saber que você se agradou com meu conteúdo :)

Até a próxima, bjsss <3

⠀

[luvyeni]

( SPOOKTOBER ) don't leave me ! 🦇 一 닝닝 ՞

𝓟 airings. yandere!ningning x fem!reader wc. 0.7k

🕸️◞ WARNINGS. crazy ningning, another morally fucked reader story, murder, blood, fingering, dirty talk, nipple play

「 ♱ authors note 」 my other girl crush for day 7 !! probably one of my favorites <3

everyone told you just how crazy yizhuo actually was; how dangerous she actually was , but you thought they were just being dramatic; that she was harmless — then a girl made the mistake of asking for your number and you soon found out about her true nature. thankfully, that girl only came out with a broken nose and a few scratches; she was one of the lucky ones, some of them weren't so lucky.

breaking up with ningning wasn't a easy thing to do, you tried a few times, but it always ended in two ways; one , she would go a blind rampage it ended in two deaths — no one knew she did it , but you did , she showed up to your apartment , covered in blood , she was out of it , crying begging you to take her back. you knew you should've called the police , but she looks so helpless, and the girl always had a way to get to into you , and that's why you took her back every time, regardless of what she did.

“ningning?” you opened the door; it had been 2 weeks since you saw her last , when you broke up with her for the “final” time. “i told you we were over , ning , i can't go through this again.” you looked up at you , her eyes red from crying. “ning.” you said. “i-i did it again.” showing you her blood soaked hands. “i made a mistake.” she said. “wh-who was it?” you asked. “your date from last week.” you pulled her into your apartment. “what are you talking about?”

“i-i followed you , and i saw you with her and kissing her , it just made me so angry.” she gritted through her teeth. “so i followed her , and i killed her , and i came here because they're gonna find me and im gonna go to jail.” she was full on sobbing now. “hey , hey ningning.” you grabbed her face. “you won't go to jail , i promise okay?” she nodded. “i’ll protect you okay?”

and here you were again , cleaning the blood off the girls hands and face , telling her everything will be okay , and it won't get back to her; how she wasn't a monster , even when you knew it wasn’t true , she was a monster , a killer — and you've let her into your home once more. “you can't keep doing this yizhuo.”

she laid in your arms , you finally got her to calm down. “you've killed too many people , it will start to catch up to you , and then i won't be able to help you.” you said. “then stay with me.” she said. “you keep me ground, i don't hurt people when you're around.” she said , her hand that was on your stomach , working it's way into your shorts. “nings.” you sighed feeling her lips on your neck. “please yn.” she begged in your ear. “i love you so much.” her hands now in yours shorts , cupping your mound. “please don't leave me.”

“n-ning.” you moaned as she rubbed you through your panties. “tell me you love yn.” she said , moving your panties to the side. “please tell me you love me.” her fingers running up your folds. “i-i love you nings.” you moaned as her fingers slipped inside you. “you're all mines right?” she said. “ye-yes.” you moaned , falling for her trap once again. “I'm all yours.”

her fingers curled up inside you , grazing your g-spot , she pulled you into a kiss , the same hands she used to kill , stuffed inside you; the hands you just cleaned the blood off of , toying with your nipples. “im gonna cum.” she nodded , moaning into your neck. “please cum for me yn.” she whined , like she was getting pleasure from fingering you. “cum for me and only me.” you gasped , hold her wrist as you came on her fingers , shaking around her. “that's it , cum only for me.”

she removed her hand from your shorts , reaching over onto your nightstand , grabbing your wand. “ning , stop.” she shushed you , climbing on top of you. “let me take care of you.” she said. “please.” you nodded , pulling your pants down along with your panties , pressing the vibrator against your clit. “fuck ning.” you moaned. “just let me take care of you.” she said. “all you have to do is stay with me.” she pressed down harder.

“just stay with me please.”

©LUVYENI

[panda-writes-kpop]

I'll give it to someone special ~ k. mj.

a/n: Merry Christmas to all who celebrate! I wanted to have this fic out earlier but I was recovering from a nasty sinus infection the last few days that managed to travel into my lungs and give me a chest cold 🫠 it's all good though, this is the best I've felt in about a week so I'll take it. KATIE'S COMEBACK IS HERE EVERYONE RAHHH

tw: lots of food mentions, winter kind of breaks into your apartment?, mixed bag with angst and fluff so take it as you will, writing might be a bit rough around the edges since it's been three months

summary: the icy weather reminds me of your unstable "relationship" with Winter as you prepare for a Christmas party with friends. Little did you know that a late night visitor would settle your worries about Winter once and for all.

♡ Masterlist ♡

Last Christmas, I gave you my heart…

You hum to yourself as you pull the Christmas cookies from your oven. The scent of pure sugary goodness, mixed with the gingerbread candle on your countertop, is enough to make you drool.

You usually weren’t this festive when it came to Christmas. With finals season being intertwined with the holiday, it was hard to be excited about Christmas when you’re trying to not cry over an exam. Throw a few retail shifts, and you quickly grow tired of the Christmas season.

But this year… something was different. You managed to get through finals season in one piece, and your place of work decided to shuffle some non-Christmas music into their season mix. 

…You still didn’t like All I Want for Christmas is You.

The lights on your Christmas tree seemed to shine brighter, illuminating the main showstoppers - the ornaments on your tree. One in particular catches your eye as you set the cookie tray down on two potholders. 

It’s a simple glass bulb in your favorite color with your name engraved in cursive letters. You remember finding it on the window sill outside of your apartment last year.

A light knock on your window makes you nearly jump out of your skin as you look up from your computer. You grumble because you were finally starting to get into the groove of studying, and your final was in two days - couldn’t this wait?

You tilt your head as you notice a small box on your window sill. Cautiously, you stand up and head towards the window as you inspect the box. 

It has small red and green shapes all over the box - definitely from a Christmas store, but who could have gotten something like this for you?

With a barely audible click, you open your window and grab the unexpected present, hoping that bombs don’t come in abnormally small packages.

As carefully as you can, you open the box to reveal an ornament inside.

Sugar cookies weren’t the most demanding treat to make, but they were a smash hit with your foodie friends. Add in some snickerdoodle cookies, your grandma’s famous chocolate chip cookies, some homemade rock candy, and a few other goodies, and you were a necessary addition to many of your friends’ Christmas parties.

This year, to save yourself the hassle (and a few broken cookies from the trip), you decided to host an intimate gathering with a few of your friends. Sure, your apartment wasn’t the biggest place, but you’d only have three guests.

Four, if you can count on a special someone coming your way.

With 48 hours to go, and plenty of baking to do, some late night baking was necessary to get everything done in time. As you watch the sun set (much earlier than it should), your mind wanders back to the ornament on your tree.

I know you bought that ornament for me. Minjeong.

~

Your phone buzzes as you concentrate on creating the perfect carrot nose for one of the sugar cookies. You don’t break concentration until it buzzes again, which makes you give your snowman an orange tongue that’s somehow connected to his stubby nose.

“Sorry, bud, we can’t all be perfect…” You mutter to yourself before setting the frosting down and picking up your phone.

You don’t recognize the phone number, but the text messages seem oddly familiar.

On my way! Don’t stay up late for me. <3

It’s already past 9 o’clock, and you’re only done with a small portion of the sweet treats you have to make, so it’s probably going to be a late night anyway… and you were terrible at listening to others.

Maybe that’s why the two of you never worked out?

There was something sweet in rebellion, besides the wonderland of baked goods that sat in your kitchen. You never were a rebellious teen, for one reason or another, so you liked to do rebellious things like stay up late, order junk food, and binge watch TV until three in the mornings.

…There’s a reason why Giselle calls you and Karina the losers of your friend group.

“C’mon, go drinking with us!” Giselle throws her arm around your shoulder, completely ignoring the way Winter tenses up at the action. “It’s no fun to eat take-out alone and rewatch the same show again and again.”

You feel the need to defend yourself as Winter’s piercing eyes meet yours for a minute before she looks away. The frown on her face neutralizes into a more aloof expression as you study her further.

“For the record, I don’t rewatch shows that often.” You say as Ningning narrows her eyes at you.

“What are you watching right now?”

���Okay, that’s besides the point!” You fold your arms after teasingly brushing Giselle’s arm off your shoulder. 

“One night can’t hurt, right?” Giselle elbows your arm before continuing to march down the street. “First round’s on me!”

You sigh while choosing to pinch the bridge of your nose instead of trying to fight against your friends’ plans. They had good intentions, trying to bring you out of your comfort zone, but you’d much rather cut this meeting short. Partially because you want to go home, and partially because Karina’s absence made the tension between you and Winter so much more palpable.

~

The small timer next to your oven happily dings as you finally shut the oven off for the night. Although you weren’t completely done, at least everything that needed to be baked was baked tonight. You could frost and assemble everything in the morning, after you had a bit of sleep and a break from the repetitive Christmas music coming from your music speakers. 

You quickly turn the dial back to zero on the timer before pulling the last round of cookies from your oven. With the sickening sweet smell of chocolate chips invading your nose, you set the cookies aside as you glance around your kitchen.

I just need to let these cookies cool, do a few dishes, and then box everything up so the gnats stay out of my sweets.

Checking the time, your shoulders slump as you notice that it’s two-thirty in the morning - where did the time go?

Good thing you don’t have work early tomorrow; otherwise, you’d probably call off. 

Winter would scold me for doing that.

You chuckle at the thought - Minjeong would scold you for calling her Winter, saying it was “too formal for our relationship”.

Our relationship? What relationship could she be talking about?

Winter was your friend, just as Ningning, Giselle, and Karina were, but you two often stretched the definition of the word “friend” to its limits.

“Winter-” Your back meets the wall as Winter places two hands on either side of your head, forcing you to look in her eyes.

“I want you.” Her posture seems harsh, but her voice softens as one of her hands leaves the wall to caress your face.

She’s giving you an out - you could slip out of this situation if you wanted to. You could rejoin the party like nothing happened.

But you can’t pretend like nothing happened. Not when you’re with her.

“I want you too.” Breathless, a shaky hand beyond the control of your rational thoughts reaches out and pulls Winter closer to you.

With her face so close to yours, you press your lips against hers.

Yet words like situationship and friends-with-benefits seem too… distant for the two of you. They imply a lack of connection and romance, which definitely doesn’t seem to describe the two of you.

Unless buying flowers and intimate gifts for each other could just be seen as a friendly gesture.

“I bought you these.” You present the bundle of flowers to Minjeong, as if you were a nervous pre-teen who was trying to impress your crush.

“Oh… thanks.” Her hands ghost over yours as you pass the bouquet to her. 

The lack of emotion on her face causes you to panic as you grab one of her wrists.

“If you don’t like them, I can always return them, or get some different flowers-”

“They’re lovely,” Winter interrupts you, “but I didn’t think we were close enough for gifts.”

You fake a warm, innocent smile as your brittle heart starts to crack under your false expectations of Winter.

Icy memories aside, it was time to let your mind and body rest as you made sure that the oven was turned off and the cookies were correctly sealed away-

Tap! Tap!

Luckily, nothing was in your hands as you jumped at the sound of something tapping against your window.

“Damn bird,” You mutter under your breath, “I’m going to murder Karina for feeding you.”

With the fluffiest slippers, and in your finest Christmas pajamas, you stomp through your living room to handle the avian problem that’s still tapping on your window.

When you approach the window, your birdy frenemy is missing from the window; instead, a familiar face stares back at you.

Against your better judgement, you throw the window open and offer her your hand.

“Winter? How the fuck-” You pause as she takes your hand and tries to crawl into your apartment.

“Don’t ask.” Her voice is raspy from the cold as she manages to enter your apartment. “Why did you get a third-story apartment?”

“Why did you climb up to my third-story apartment?” You stare at her, dumfounded, as Winter carefully closes the window behind her.

She freezes before turning around and shrugging her shoulders.

“I missed you?”

You pause before laughing to yourself.

“You could’ve called, Minjeong! That’s what normal people do!” You gently scold her as she rubs her arms to stay warm.

“I sent a text your way. Did you get it?” 

“Ah, so that’s who sent me that message.” A tiny smile appears on your lips as she lets out a small breath of relief.

“You’re not mad?”

“At you? Never.” You smile before suddenly becoming aware of the state of your apartment. “Sorry, this place is a mess. I’ve been baking all day, and I didn’t have any time to clean.”

“No, don’t worry. I’ll help you clean up before the party.” Winter casually brushes by you to grab a pillow from your couch as you stare at her in disbelief.

“Minjeong, do you know what time it is? Scratch that, do you know what day it is?”

“Yeah, it’s the 25th - Merry Christmas, by the way - and the party’s in about twelve hours. I thought I’d help you clean up before everyone else came.”

You fold your arms as a small smile appears on your face.

“It’s the 24th.”

She stops fluffing up the pillow and turns her head towards you.

“Really?” Winter tilts her head, confused for a moment, before continuing her task. “Well, that gives me more time to help you.”

“You can’t be serious!” You follow her every movement as she appears to gracefully dance around your couch and guide your decorations back into their rightful places. “You need to sleep, as do I.”

“I’ll sleep when I’m ready to.” She brushes you off again as you feel your frustration beginning to build.

“What compelled you to see me at this hour?”

“I told you that I missed you.” With that same unreadable expression, she gently sets a Christmas teddy bear against your Christmas tree. “Isn’t that enough?”

“It’s enough when your actions match your words, Winter.” The words slip out of your mouth, callous and cold and completely unlike you.

Her expression sours as she looks at you.

“What did you say?” 

You shyly look away as your frustration melts under her scrutinizing gaze. You were never good at standing up for yourself in front of her, but how could you let your heart fracture again and again as you dance in this endless “will-you-won’t-you” limbo with her?

“I’m tired of doing this with you. We flirt and tease and kiss but it never leads anywhere.” 

It feels good to let your frustrations out, as you’re usually letting yourself melt into her embrace every time you’ve thought this in your head before. Although you’re not opposed to the night ending that way, you want to hear her say something first.

“Ah, so that’s what you meant.” Winter slowly walks towards you, but stops a few inches short of your reach. 

She offers you her hand, an olive branch that you’re not familiar with, but you don’t take it right away.

“I want to hear you say it.” Your voice softens as you stare into her eyes.

“That I love you? I thought that was obvious - did the gifts not express my love for you? Do you want me to show you that I love you in a different way?”

“I just want to be yours, Minjeong. Sure, I’m affectionate and friendly with the other girls, but I’ve never wanted to be with anyone else since I met you. I’ll do whatever it takes. I just can’t keep doing… whatever this is anymore.” You pause to take a shaky breath. “I love you.”

You gently take her hand, which she immediately brings to her lips.

“I.” She presses a kiss to your hand before gently pulling you forward.

Her other hand cups your face as her lips meet your cheek. 

“Love.”

Her hand leaves your hand and lands on your waist instead.

“You.”

Her lips meet yours, and you don’t hesitate to kiss her back.

The taste of sweet liquor, dangerous and fruity and addictive, hits your tongue as you attempt to memorize her taste for good.

It feels like every time I kiss her will be the last - isn’t that sad?

When you break away from her, you’re left breathless as a small smirk appears on her face.

“Is that enough to convince you that I love you?”

“Yup.” You sigh, completely and utterly lost in her world.

She could tell you sweet little lies, honey-coated false promises, and you’d believe every word. 

She was the gospel, and you were the truest believer.

“I’m sorry that I’ve made you feel like you’re not important. I know you’re busy with university, so I always thought that you wanted to wait. I never, ever met to push you away.” Winter’s hand leaves your face and intertwines with yours.

“I… should apologize too, for not expressing myself earlier.” You squeeze her hand in reassurance. “And thank you for leaving me that ornament a year ago.”

“You knew it was me?” Winter looks bewildered as you try to hide your laughter. 

“Of course I did - who else would do something like that for me?”

“I-” She pauses before shaking her head. “Of course you did. You’re much smarter than anyone gives you credit for.”

“Ah, stop, you’re making me flustered!” You playfully push her away before her hands reach out to grab you again.

“C’mon, don’t tease me like this.” She nearly begs as she glances at a picture on a nearby shelf. “Otherwise I won’t take you on a date this Sunday~”

“Wait a minute,” You immediately grab onto her arm, “you’re serious?”

“I am. We have to make it official, after all.”

You give Minjeong the biggest smile before wrapping your arms around her torso.

“Thank you for everything. I’m glad you stopped by today, even if you didn’t come through the door.”

“You’re not going to tell the others about that, are you?” She looks concerned as you impishly laugh. 

“Oh, you know I will.” You gently tap her nose before pulling her in for another kiss.

[teliphone]

You're Mine

Summary: You agree to be Park Yeonjin's fling, only to keep your name safe. You’re forced to stick by her. Over time, you can’t help but take a liking to her. She’s cruel, yet so beautiful. It is hard to keep your morals. 

Warning(s): Smut, Manipulation, Toys, Bondage, Bullying, Harsh, Sub!FemReader

Word Count: 3.7K 

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Park Yeonjin squeezes your upper thigh, making your body jerk in surprise. You glare at her and she smiles sweetly, her eyes glossing with fake signs of innocence. She digs her fingertips into the softness of your thighs again. Now you understand why she asked you to wear a skirt. Your hand moves down to grip her wrist. Her hand is hidden under your skirt. 

“Stop it,” You whisper a warning. She leans her lips to your ears. 

“Be a good girl and listen to the pastor,” She instructs. Your heart pounds hard against your chest. You glance around the church hoping no one is watching. Words from the pastor's sermon continue in the background. 

For a moment you did forget about her. You focus on the message til you feel her fingertips rub the middle of your panties. You accidentally jerk your legs, kicking the chair in front of you. People around you look at you worriedly. Even the pastor paused for a short second before continuing. 

“Sorry,’ You whisper with a polite smile, ‘I need to use the bathroom.” 

You hurry and excuse yourself, ignoring Yeonjin’s playful smirk. She leans back into her seat and ogles your bottom as you scoot past her. She bites her lips to stop herself from hitting it. Once you’re out of the row, she looks back at the pastor and acts like she’s paying close attention. 

The stall doors slam shut and you place the toilet seat covers down. You take a seat and place your face into your hands. A deep frustrating sigh escapes your lip. With Yeonjin here, you feel like such a sinner. You couldn’t pay attention to the message. All you could think about was her. 

~

You didn’t even like her. You were just her play fling. Yeonjin held so much power that you couldn’t escape her grip. It all started because you caught her attention during school. You stood up against her bullying. No one had dared before. From there, you saw her eyes darken and her lips curl into a sinister smile. She shoved the poor victim to the side and rushed to you.

“Be mine,” She insisted. You chuckled in disgust. You point a finger at her. 

“You? … Never. You’re not my type,” You replied. You start to walk away, but she grabs your arm. Next thing you knew she had multiple blackmails and threats hidden under her sleeve. You became her “girlfriend” the next day.

~

A knock coming from the stall door makes you snap out of your thoughts. You pause in shock before glancing under the stall. Yeonjin’s shoes come into sight. You roll your eyes. She knocks again with more urgency. 

“Wait,” You sigh. You fake a flush and unlock the stall. Before you could open the door, she pushed it. You stumble backward, your legs bumping into the toilet. She walks into the tight space with her arms crossed. Her face is stone cold. 

“You took a long time,” She informs. You clench your hands into a fist. 

“I was doing my business,” You grumble. She tilts her head. Her eyes are dark as void. She knew you were lying. Your frustrated look drops and you gulp nervously. 

“I don’t like that tone,” She warns. You tilt your head down. Your hair falls in front of your face. 

“Sorry,” You apologize to avoid further trouble. She smiles sweetly and brings her hands up to brush your hair behind your ears. Her sweet gestures end quickly. She runs her fingernail down to your chin and grips it. She tugs your face to look up. She begins to lean her face close to you. Your eyes flutter shut and your hand naturally moves to grip onto her bicep. 

Suddenly the bathroom door swings open revealing a lady which causes you to let out a fake cough. Yeonjin is quick to act and she pats your back. 

“There, there. You must have gotten a cold,” She lies with a perfect tone of concern. You continue letting out a few more coughs. The woman looks at you worriedly.

“Poor girl. I pray you get better soon,” She frowns. Yeonjin smiles innocently and you bow your head as a thank you. The woman walks into a different stall. Yeonjin makes eye contact with you and starts to laugh quietly. You couldn’t help but giggle along with her. 

-

Yeonjin takes a long drag of her cigarette. She blows it into the air. You sit beside her in silence like a perfectly trained pet. Her friends surround her, laughing amongst each other. One of them is busy curling her hair with an iron while another is on the side shooting basketball hoops. You couldn’t understand what they were talking about. The topic is very much what only privileged rich kids would get. All you could do is analyze Yeonjin. She will laugh with her friends and then glance at you. Her dark black hair is perfectly brushed and styled. Her lips wrap around the cigarette and suck, her eyes never leaving yours. In the midst of staring at her, you didn’t realize she was leaning to blow smoke into your face. You grimace and wave your hands to get rid of the smell. She laughs and pats your head. Her fingers gently rub your scalp which causes you to glare up. Her touch was a sudden sweet gesture, you’re not used to it. She tilts her head and smiles. Your cheeks turn pink a little. She’s undeniably beautiful. It bugs you that her beauty makes you forget how evil she can be. 

The doors of the gym open which steals everyone’s attention. A student whom they like to bully comes walking in. The same girl you protected by standing up against Yeonjin. She walks over with a stern face. You glance to look at Yeonjin. Her eyes started to darken, indicating she was having fun. Her lips curled up. All that dark, beautiful hair, that's what hatred looks like.

“Dongeun, I missed you!” Yeonjin gasps as she drops the cigarette onto the ground. She heads over to Dongeun, her steps light as a feather. 

“Where have you been?” She chirps. Dongeun glares with such hatred. She raises her hand to slap, but Yeonjin is quick to catch her wrist. She grips and tugs Dongeun’s arm, dragging her along. She pushes Dongeun into a seat and signals her friends to lock her into place. 

“I guess you haven’t learned your place. You need a little reminder,” Yeonjin hums as she touches the handle of the hot iron hair curler. She grabs onto the handle and starts walking over to Dongeun, who is thrashing against the friend's hold. You widen your eyes in fear. Yeonjin pushes up Dongeun’s sleeves and hovers the hot iron over her skin. You rush out of your seat and grab Yeonjin’s wrist. Your eyebrows furrow in frustration and disgust. 

“Stop,” You warn. Yeonjin’s eyes twitch but her lips remain smiling. 

“Let go,” She orders. You only grip her wrist harder and tug it away from Dongeun’s arm. She tries pulling back, but you never let go. Yeonjin takes her other hand and clenches it onto your hair. You yelp in pain as she tugs it harshly. She brings your face near hers and chuckles. You could see her eyes look down to your lips and back up. Eyes dilating like the night sky. 

“I own you. I can do what I want. You can’t,” She whispers. She releases her grip and you fall onto the ground with a loud thud. Her friends start laughing. One of them comes over and places his foot on top of your soft stomach. You wince in pain and claw at his ankle. Yeonjin’s smile darkens and she stares at her friend. 

“…What the fuck are you doing?” Her voice is cold. The guy pauses and nervously backs away from your body. You grunt and clench your stomach. He raises his hands up defensively. 

“Hey, I-I was just copying you. I’m trying to have fun too,” He explains. Yeonjin takes slow steps towards him. She brings her hands up and slaps his face hard. His face turns to the side and he brings his hands up to numb the pain. Before he could recover, she grips onto the collar of his shirt and tugs to make him look into her eyes. She smiles sinisterly. 

“Only I can touch her. If I see you lay even one finger on her… I’ll kill you,” She swore before pushing him back. He grunts in pain, stumbling to gain balance. She drops the hair curler, finding you more important than what she was going to do. She walks over to you. She kneels and examines you worriedly. 

“Are you okay?” She asks. You simply nod your head without a word. You couldn’t help but feel your heart skip a beat. She wraps her arm around yours and helps you stand up. She spares one glance at Dongeun before wordlessly walking out of the gym with you. 

-

“One day you will get bored of me,” You say a couple of weeks after the hot iron incident. A part of you felt sad about the possibility that Yeonjin could easily toss you to the side. It’s realistic, considering you’re just her play toy. 

“Why? Feel upset about that?” She laughs. You turn your head to the side to avoid her eyes. 

“No, I just want to know how far you’re going to drag this thing on,” You reply, fidgeting with your fingers. She snaps her phone shut and leans back into her chair. She hums deep in thought. 

“Let me think,” She ponders. A playful glint sparks in her eyes. She flips her hair to the side and leans forward, resting against her elbow on the table. 

“Til you say you had enough,” She says. You widen your eyes in shock. 

“What?” You blurt out. She laughs again and tilts her head. 

“I will stop when you tell me to,” She repeats slowly. You blink your eyes before gulping. She knew the game she was playing. She was confident that you wouldn’t be able to leave her side anymore. As much as she had power over you, she gave you a slight chance to own some. Like a little treat. Your very own decision on whether or not you want to continue being with her. 

“I…”

“-Before you decide. Spend one full day with me,” She beams. 

-

You stare at yourself in the mirror, rubbing your hands down your outfit. It was picked out by Yeonjin. You touch the edge of your skirt. Of course, it’s a skirt. Your phone buzzes and you rush to read the message. A simple ‘I’m here’ from Yeonjin. You quickly gather your things and rush out to her.

She’s in her fancy rich car, gifted by her parents. The sound of the car unlocking clicks. You give her a quick wave and open the door. Yeonjin smiles in excitement when she sees you in the outfit she picked out. You take a seat and wait patiently. 

“You look beautiful,” She smiles. You feel your cheeks warm up. 

“Thank you… you do too,” You reply. She smirks and places one hand on the wheel. She places her other hand on the place she enjoys most. Your thighs. Her cold fingers grip the warm squishy skin of your inner thigh. You nibble your bottom lip. She starts driving, paying attention to the road. 

Spending the day with Yeonjin was like being treated like royalty. Every store and restaurant knew her. You’ve never seen someone receive so much favor and respect all because of their name. They gave her extra food. Limited items were suddenly available to her. She didn’t bother looking at the price tags when she bought you clothes. All she needed to know was that it looked good on you and she'd tell the staff to add it to her card. Three bags of clothes became seven. Neither of you even held the bag. A staff member held it for you til they placed it in the trunk of her car. 

When it was time for dinner, she got a place where there was a front view of the whole city. She orders multiple entrees, each worth the same as a regular person's paycheck. When you thought the day was ending, Yeonjin drives you to her house. 

-

The sky is dark and you shift comfortably on the coach. She sits next to you while playing a game on her phone. The game sound beeps happily. She hums in deep concentration. 

“Thank you,” You say. You truly meant it. No one has treated you this way before. Yeonjin was different. She giggles and grabs ahold of your hand without looking up from her phone.

“Of course. You’re mine, remember,” She reminds you. Her hand stays wrapped around yours. She has a sweet smile on her lips. You bite back a smile. She continues playing the game til she is satisfied. She snaps her phone shut and averts her attention fully on you. She places her hands on your thighs and leans forward. She places a small kiss on your neck. It tickles, making you giggle. 

“I want to do one more thing with you before you make your decision,” She requests, pulling away. You slow down your chuckle. You place a hand on top of hers. Your fingers gently rub her soft skin. 

“What is it?” You question, licking your bottom lip. Her eyes darken and her breathing slows. She suddenly stands up to her feet. 

“Follow me.”

-

You’re in her room, sitting at the edge of her bed. She stands in front of you, brushing her hand against your cheek. You stare lovingly into her eyes. She tilts her head playfully and lowers her hand til it reaches your neck. She suddenly grips it causing you to gasp. Your hands claw at her wrist. She darkly smiles as she watches your face turn scrunch in pain. It turns her on. She pushes you deeper into the middle of the bed. Your head rests on her pillow and she towers above you. She holds on to your throat a little longer until she lets go. You gasp for air. She doesn’t let you catch your breath long before she starts kissing you again. Her lips move slowly against yours, digging her fingers into your inner thigh. You moan into her mouth and she smirks. She starts to touch the edge of your shirt and naturally pulls it off. You urgently reach to take off hers, but she stops you. 

“In a hurry?” She jokes. She starts kissing you again. She slides her hand under your skirt. The sides of your panties loop around her fingers. She tugs it and you can feel the cold air touching your core. You sink into the kiss feverishly and she laughs. You pull away, blushing. She smiles and pecks your lips again before disappearing to the side. You're left alone breathless and shirtless. You nervously glance around. Analyzing her decorations. 

Yeonjin appears in front of you, wearing just a bra and panties with two large red string ribbons around her hands. Her long black hair drapes over her shoulder. Her nipples visibly harden against the fabric of her bra. 

“You trust me?” She asks.

“Yes. I do,” You answer. She smiles in satisfaction and gestures to you to bring your hands up. She starts wrapping the red ribbon around your wrist. She tightens and tugs it hard. You can barely move your hands. You look at her worriedly to which she responds by kissing you sweetly. Suddenly your vision gets covered by the last red string. You feel her push your tied hands up above your head. The sound of a metal click reaches your ears. Your heart rate quickens. Your chest moves up and down fast. All your other senses seem to heighten.

“You look scared,” She purrs in your ear. You twitch and attempt to reach out, but something stops your arms from moving. She chuckles darkly. You feel her lips suddenly kissing and sucking your neck. Her teeth grind against the skin. Her lips move down to your chest. She grabs your boobs hard, twisting your nub. You grunt and pull onto the tie. She chuckles and continues touching your boobs. A hot wet feeling starts touching your nipple. You moan, tilting your head back. In contrast, you can also feel her teeth occasionally biting down. 

“I know this is making you wet,” She purrs as she moves her free hand under your skirt. She tests by rubbing the tip of her finger on your folds. She chuckles at the silky mess under her finger. 

“Dirty girl,” She hums. She moves up to touch your needy clit. She rubs it slowly, causing you to jerk. 

“Please. Go faster,” You beg. She listens and starts to quicken her tempo. You cuss and grip the ties. Your lower stomach clenches. Wet noises from the movement of her fingers on your cunt become louder. You bite your lower lip while your back arches. 

“You feel wet enough,” She notes. She removes her fingers and you whine. She examines the silky juice on her fingers. 

“Please don’t stop! Go faster and harder please!” You cry out. You feel the bed dip and lift. You’re alone again. Your lower stomach begins to slow down in pleasure. You use your ears to listen to what is happening. Sounds of shuffling can be heard. 

Yeonjin is looking through her toy collection. She sings and hums as she scans which one she wants to use on you. A decent large d!|dō catches her attention. She picks it up and feels the heavy girth on her hands.

The bed dips again and you get butterflies. She moves her body to the slit of your legs. 

“As much as I love this skirt on you. I need to see,” She chirps. She pulls the shirt off your body and tosses it to the side. Your cunt glistens so sweetly. She bites her bottom lip as she places the toy on top of your core. You feel a large object move up and down your slit slowly. 

“Yeonjin, what is that?” You pant. She shushes you, gently rubbing your lower stomach. She moves and rotates the toy until it is glistening with your juice. She leans the tip of the toy into your core. She slowly starts shoving it into you. She doesn’t go fast, allowing you to adjust. Your breathing hicks and you cry in pain. Her cunt pulses watching your core being forcefully open. 

“Fuck!” You cuss. 

“Does it hurt?” She hums. She slows down and starts pulling the toy out. You buckle your hips. The red blind ribbons feel stuffy and sweat starts to form on your forehead. You shake your head no. It hurt, but it also felt so good. It stirs something in you knowing that she’s using your body for her pleasure. 

She pushes the toy back in and you sob out a moan. Your legs start to shake. Your wrist is starting to bruise and turn red by how hard you tug the ribbon. You tilt your head back, sobbing into the ribbon. She presses her hand harder on your lower stomach. The girth of the toy fills you deeper. You start to thrash your body uncontrollably.

“S-slow down,” You choke. She laughs light heartedly. 

“I thought you wanted me to go faster and harder,” She teases as she pulls the toy out only to shove it back in. From how much you’re moving, the ribbon on your head starts to shift. Your head tilts to the side and the ribbon begins sliding down to your neck. You grimace at the sudden exposure to light. Yeonjin lifts her eyebrow in amusement. You peer down to see her resting comfortably between your legs. One hand holding the end of the toy. You can see it disappearing in you. She pauses to let you soak in the sight. 

“See it? You’re taking it so well like a good girl,” She hums. She moves her hand quickly. Letting you watch the toy shove deep within you and out. Your hips jerk and start to chase after it. Tears start to escape the edge of your eye. You bit your lip, enjoying the pleasure. Yeonjin watches your tears roll down your cheeks. It turns her on even more. She angles the toy til she hears you moan louder. She found your spot. 

“I’m so close!” You moan. She moves her hand a few more times til she pulls out the toy completely. Your core squeezes around nothing, sending a painful throb in your stomach. You pant hard while tugging on the ribbon

“No, please don’t stop,” You cry. Yeonjin tilts her head with a joyful glint in her eyes. 

“You can only come… if you decide to be mine. If you don't want to, I can stop,” She explains. She eyes the toy playfully before placing the tip on her tongue. She makes sure you’re looking at her before she licks the tip of the toy. Your juice coats her tongue and she moans. She wraps her lips around the toy and sucks it before pulling it out with a ‘pop’. She places the tip back into you. You let out a soft moan of need.

“So… what’s your answer?” She smiles. Before you could say anything she shoves the wet toy into you. Her pace is brutal. Your body twitches feverishly. Your cheeks are red and wet with tears. She’s already bringing you back to your high. 

“Fuck!” You grunt. She doesn’t slow down. You can hear her giggling sinisterly. 

“Do you want to come?” 

“Yes!” You cry, your body moving along with the hard thrust. 

“Say it,” She reminds you. Her hands move the toy up and down fast at an angle. Her other hand moves to squeeze your sensitive clit. The pleasure is near and it feels too good to stop.  

“I’m yours!” You confess. Your words slurs in with moans. Yeonjin smiles, her core pulsing as she watches you chase your high. She clenches her legs together. 

“Come for me,” She moans. You moan loudly, back arching. Your body twitches. You feel your juice rolling down and onto the bed sheets. She leaves the toy in you and she moves up to kiss you. Her wet tongue slides against your mouth. Your brain is foggy, unable to think. 

“You’re mine,” She moans in between the kisses. 

[siilent-wanderer]

The Things You Do To Me

Summary: A bold change leaves Jimin glowing in confidence and Y/N hopelessly distracted. Between playful teasing and quiet moments, it’s clear some things are impossible to resist.

Genre: contains suggestive themes, lowkey fluff

Word Count: 2.3k words

Yu Jimin (Karina) x aespa 5th member! reader

A/N: song recos while reading telepatía & earned it

Y/N was lying on the couch, aimlessly scrolling through her phone when her screen lit up with an incoming call from Jimin. She sat up quickly, smiling at the sight of her girlfriend’s name.

“Hey, unnie,” Y/N greeted, already imagining the sweet, soft tone she always associated with Jimin.

“Hi, baby,” Jimin replied, her voice warm and slightly playful. “So, don’t be mad…”

Y/N furrowed her brows. “Why would I be mad? What did you do?”

There was a pause, and Y/N could almost hear Jimin’s sheepish smile through the phone. “I’m getting a haircut.”

“A haircut?” Y/N repeated, her tone dropping slightly. She loved Jimin’s long, silky hair. It was one of the first things she noticed about her when they met — how it fell perfectly down her back and framed her face so delicately.

“Yeah,” Jimin said cautiously. “I thought it was time for a change.”

Y/N huffed, flopping back against the couch. “You’re cutting it without me? I would’ve gone with you!”

“I know, I know,” Jimin said, laughing softly. “But I wanted it to be a surprise.”

Y/N’s pout deepened. “What kind of haircut?”

“You’ll see when I get home,” Jimin replied, clearly enjoying Y/N’s sulking.

“Fine,” Y/N mumbled, trying to hide her disappointment. “But it better not be too short.”

Jimin chuckled. “Just wait. You might like it more than you think.”

An hour later, Y/N heard the sound of the front door opening. She quickly sat up, half-expecting Jimin to walk in with her long hair still intact, perhaps just trimmed at the ends. But when Jimin appeared, Y/N froze.

Her girlfriend’s long, flowing hair was gone, replaced by an edgy, layered wolf cut that framed her face perfectly. The soft, natural waves added texture, and the shorter pieces at the front highlighted Jimin’s sharp jawline and high cheekbones.

Jimin ran a hand through her hair, her lips curling into a slight smirk when she saw Y/N’s stunned expression. “So? What do you think?”

Y/N blinked, her mouth opening and closing as she tried to find the words. “You… look…” She trailed off, her cheeks heating up.

“Is that a good speechless or a bad speechless?” Jimin teased, stepping closer.

“It’s…” Y/N swallowed, her heart racing as she took in the sight of her girlfriend. “It’s unfair. You look too good, babe.”

Jimin laughed, tilting her head. “Too good?”

Y/N stood up, her hands instinctively reaching for Jimin’s hair. She ran her fingers through the soft layers, marveling at how effortlessly the new style suited her. “Why didn’t you tell me you’d look this… hot?”

Jimin’s smirk widened. “You were sulking about me cutting it. I didn’t think you’d notice anything else.”

“I’m still sulking,” Y/N muttered, her hands dropping to her sides. “But you look so good I can’t even be mad.”

Jimin stepped closer, her voice dropping slightly. “Oh? Not mad, but you’re blushing.”

“I am not,” Y/N protested, though the pink tint on her cheeks betrayed her.

Jimin leaned in, her face inches away, her smirk growing as her eyes flicked between Y/N’s flustered expression and the way her lips parted, ready to counter with another excuse. “You sure about that?” she asked, her voice soft but undeniably teasing.

Y/N tried to glare at her, but Jimin’s proximity made it impossible to think straight. “Stop teasing me, unnie. You know exactly what you’re doing.”

“Do I?” Jimin murmured, her hand brushing lightly against Y/N’s arm before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Her fingers lingered, grazing Y/N’s cheek as her smirk deepened. “Maybe I do,” she admitted softly, her tone playful yet sincere. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she added, “Or maybe I just like seeing you like this. All shy and cute. What are you going to do about it?”

Y/N took a step back instinctively, trying to create space, but her back hit the wall. Jimin followed without hesitation, closing the distance and resting one hand on the wall beside Y/N’s head. Trapped between her girlfriend and the solid surface, Y/N’s breath hitched, and she felt her knees go weak under Jimin’s piercing gaze.

“You’re impossible,” Y/N muttered, her voice shaky but soft, her hands lifting as if to push her girlfriend away but instead finding their way to the hem of her shirt.

Jimin chuckled, leaning even closer until their faces were mere inches apart. “And yet, here you are,” she whispered, her voice low and teasing.

Before Y/N could respond, Jimin took full advantage of their proximity, closing the gap and capturing Y/N’s lips in a slow, deliberate kiss. The softness of the kiss contrasted the intensity of the moment, and Y/N melted into it, her hands tugging lightly on her girlfriend’s shirt as her resolve crumbled entirely. Jimin’s hands slid to Y/N’s hips, pulling her closer, their bodies pressed together as the kiss grew more heated.

When Jimin finally pulled back, her forehead rested lightly against Y/N’s, a satisfied smile tugging at her lips. “Still think I’m impossible?”

Y/N laughed breathlessly, her cheeks flushed as she whispered, “Completely impossible.” Her fingers moved up, combing through the layers of Jimin’s hair. “Seriously, babe. This haircut should come with a warning label.”

Jimin grinned, her thumb brushing over Y/N’s jaw. “You’re the only one it’s meant to distract, so I guess it’s working.”

Y/N groaned, burying her face in Jimin’s shoulder to hide her flushed cheeks. “You’re so unfair.”

Jimin tilted Y/N’s chin up, forcing her to meet her gaze. “Unfair?” she echoed, her smirk turning playful. “You’re the one who started playing with my hair.”

Y/N opened her mouth to retort, but Jimin silenced her with another kiss — this one slower, more deliberate, leaving no room for argument.

When they finally broke apart, Jimin’s smile was soft but mischievous. “You can sulk all you want, but you’re stuck with me. And this haircut.”

“Thank God,” Y/N muttered, pulling her back in for another kiss.

Later that night, as Y/N lay on the couch with Jimin curled up against her, her fingers lazily running through Jimin’s hair, she sighed softly. “You really do look too good, you know.”

Jimin chuckled, her voice sleepy but affectionate. “And you really need to stop looking at me like that unless you want round two.”

Y/N blushed furiously but couldn’t stop the grin spreading across her face. “Ugh, you’re so annoying.”

“And yet, you love me,” Jimin teased, nuzzling closer.

Y/N pressed a kiss to her girlfriend’s temple, her voice soft. “I really do.”

Jimin tilted her head up to look at Y/N, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. “Uh… baby?”

“Hm?” Y/N murmured, still lost in the feel of Jimin’s hair between her fingers.

Jimin’s smile grew as she lightly traced her thumb along Y/N’s neck. “You might want to, uh, check this out in the mirror later.”

Y/N froze for a moment before realizing what Jimin meant. Her hand flew to her neck, her cheeks burning as she stammered, “You didn’t…”

Jimin laughed softly, burying her face against Y/N’s shoulder to muffle the sound. “Sorry, but… you didn’t exactly stop me.”

Y/N groaned, tilting her head back against the couch. “Unnie, you’re going to be the death of me.”

Jimin peeked up at her, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “At least you’ll have an excuse to use the turtleneck sweater we bought the other day,” she teased, her voice light and playful.

Y/N narrowed her eyes at her, though the faint smile tugging at her lips betrayed her amusement. “Oh, you’re so smug right now.”

Jimin grinned, resting her chin on Y/N’s shoulder as her arms tightened around her. “Because I know you’ll forgive me.”

Y/N let out a dramatic sigh, but her fingers gently resumed combing through Jimin’s hair. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“I know,” Jimin replied smugly, her voice laced with affection.

As the room fell quiet again, Y/N tightened her hold around Jimin, her lips brushing against the top of her girlfriend’s head. “You’re still apologizing for this tomorrow,” she muttered.

Jimin just grinned, her eyes fluttering shut. “We’ll see, baby.”

The next morning, the dorm was unusually quiet. Y/N was still half-asleep when she shuffled into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes and yawning. Jimin was already there, leaning against the counter with a cup of coffee in hand, looking impossibly gorgeous with her freshly styled wolf cut.

Y/N stopped in her tracks, blinking at the sight before letting out a soft groan. “You’re seriously starting the day like this?”

Jimin smirked over the rim of her mug. “Good morning to you, too, baby.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, grabbing a mug of her own. “You’re going to make it really hard to focus at practice, you know that?”

“Not my fault you’re easily distracted,” Jimin teased, walking over to plant a kiss on Y/N’s temple.

By the time they arrived at the practice room, the rest of aespa was already stretching and warming up. As soon as Jimin stepped through the door, all heads turned in her direction.

“Oh my God, unnie!” Yizhuo exclaimed, practically dropping her water bottle. “When did you get a haircut? You look like a model!”

Minjeong’s jaw dropped as she hurried over for a closer look. “Wait, when did this happen? Why didn’t you tell us?”

Aeri grinned, leaning casually against the wall. “You’re really rocking that wolf cut. Definitely girl crush material.”

Jimin chuckled, clearly amused by their reactions. “I figured it was time for a change,” she said simply, running a hand through her hair.

Y/N stood slightly off to the side, her arms crossed and lips pressed into a tight line. She watched as the other girls crowded around Jimin, showering her with compliments and admiration.

“Unnie, you look so cool,” Yizhuo gushed, tugging at Jimin’s sleeve. “You’re going to drive the fans crazy with this look.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t let us come with you,” Minjeong added, mock-pouting. “We could’ve helped you pick it out!”

Aeri smirked knowingly, her sharp eyes catching Y/N’s sulky expression. “What do you think, Y/N? Isn’t Jimin’s haircut amazing?”

Y/N forced a smile, though her tone came out more curt than intended. “It’s fine.”

Jimin raised an eyebrow, turning to look at her girlfriend. “Just fine?”

Y/N shrugged, trying to keep her composure. “You already know what I think, unnie.”

Minjeong and Ningning exchanged a glance, clearly intrigued by Y/N’s uncharacteristic tone.

Aeri, ever the instigator, leaned closer to Jimin. “Don’t worry, Jimin. If Y/N doesn’t appreciate how amazing you look, the rest of us definitely will.”

That was the final straw. Y/N uncrossed her arms and stepped forward, slipping an arm around Jimin’s waist. “Alright, that’s enough,” she said, her voice firm but not unfriendly.

Jimin blinked in surprise but didn’t pull away, a small smile tugging at her lips as she glanced at her girlfriend.

Yizhuo stifled a giggle. “Ohhh, someone’s feeling possessive.”

Y/N shot her a glare, her cheeks flushing slightly. “I’m just saying, we’ve got a lot of work to do today. Let’s focus on practice.”

“Right,” Minjeong said, smirking as she nudged the maknae. “Totally about practice.”

Aeri grinned but didn’t push further, knowing when to let up.

As the group moved into position, the music started, and they began running through the choreography for their upcoming performance. But it didn’t take long for Y/N’s focus to slip.

In the middle of their second run-through, Y/N completely blanked on her next move, her feet halting awkwardly as the others continued. She quickly recovered, but not before Yizhuo caught it.

“Oh, are you okay?” Yizhuo asked, her grin all too knowing.

“I’m fine!” Y/N replied quickly, avoiding Jimin’s amused gaze.

But it happened again during their vocal rehearsal. Y/N was supposed to sing her part of the harmony, but she was so distracted by the way Jimin absentmindedly pushed her hair back that she completely missed her cue.

“Y/N!” Aeri called out, stifling a laugh. “Where’d you go just now?”

“I—I zoned out for a second,” Y/N muttered, her cheeks burning as the girls burst into laughter.

“Zoned out?” Minjeong teased. “Or were you too busy staring at a certain someone?”

“I wasn’t staring!” Y/N protested, though her voice cracked slightly, making Yizhuo laugh even harder.

Jimin, who had been watching the chaos unfold from the corner with a faint smirk, finally stepped forward. “Alright, that’s enough,” she said, her tone calm but firm.

The teasing immediately subsided, though Yizhuo still giggled softly behind her hand.

Jimin turned to Y/N, her expression softening as she placed a hand on her shoulder. “You okay, baby?” she asked quietly, her voice just for Y/N to hear.

Y/N nodded, her cheeks still pink. “I’m fine. Just… distracted.”

Jimin chuckled, leaning in to whisper, “By me, I hope?”

Y/N groaned, playfully swatting at her arm. “You’re insufferable.”

“Mhmm,” Jimin teased, giving her shoulder a light squeeze before returning to her spot.

When practice wrapped up, the girls gathered their things, still chatting animatedly about Jimin’s haircut.

“You really do look like you stepped out of a magazine,” Minjeong said, giving Jimin a once-over.

“Maybe we should all get wolf cuts,” Yizhuo joked, tossing her hair dramatically.

“Please don’t,” Y/N muttered under her breath, earning a sly grin from Aeri.

As they left the practice room, Jimin lingered behind with Y/N, her hand slipping into hers. “You were cute today,” she said, her voice teasing but warm.

Y/N shot her a look. “I was a mess, and you know it.”

Jimin laughed softly, pulling her closer. “Maybe, but you’re my mess.”

Y/N’s pout melted into a smile as she leaned into Jimin’s side. “You’re lucky I love you, Yu Jimin.”

“I know,” Jimin replied, pressing a quick kiss to her temple. “And I love you more.”

As they walked down the hallway together, hand in hand, Y/N couldn’t help but think that Jimin’s wolf cut wasn’t just distracting — it was absolutely worth it.

A/N: oops hehe this was def self-indulgent

[pupyuj]

→ “your colorful secrets.” || jang wonyoung x reader fic.

— weeks after the event which you call "the weirdest thing that's ever happened all year", wonyoung approaches you about your 'strange' behavior towards her in the most 'wonyoung' way possible...

word count: 10.6k

dynamic: dom!mean girl!jang wonyoung x sub!nerd!reader.

content warnings: smut, fingering, clit play, nipple play, masturbation (for like, a minute lmao), overstimulation, mommy kink, degradation.

requested? : kind of!

a/n: well, we finally made it ya'll! 😭😭💞 i feel like i'm gonna say this about every fic i write here from now on but PHEWWW THIS QUITE LITERALLY TOOK FOREVER?? but i was more than happy to flesh this little universe out more and revisit our favorite mean girl and her awkward nerd <33 just like you guys, "magic words" is one of my favorite things that i have written so even though this kinda took me wayyy too long to finish, I WAS SO HAPPY THAT I STILL DID IT UEUEUE MEAN GIRL WONY MY BELOVED 🥺💓 anyhow, i really, really hope you guys enjoy this and here's to more mean girl wonys in the future hehehe

p.s. i hope ya'll don't get bored too easily bcs wow there's a shit ton of talking in the first half of this fic—

previous: magic words.

jang wonyoung was late. 

to class.

which wasn’t exactly all that surprising considering she thinks she can do whatever she wants. but she was never late to class. you would know—you were always waiting until she entered the room. it was like you were never calm until she appeared, but that was because you have had the biggest, lamest crush on her all year. even the professor took a pause when he called wonyoung’s name for attendance and nobody was there to respond with “i’m here, professor~” and a cheeky smile. you stared at the empty seat in the middle of the classroom, wonyoung’s seat, and wondered what could’ve been in her way for her to— 

“just hold on for mommy, ‘kay?”

you dropped your pen, covering your red face with your hands. your seatmate gave you a brief look before going back to reading her notes. did you really have to think about that first thing in the morning? well, it wasn’t as if it was all you have been thinking about for the past two weeks: wonyoung’s lips on yours, her hands all over you, her sweet voice soothing you, and her eyes looking at you like you were her last meal… you still couldn’t believe that entire thing even happened!

ever since then, things have been really weird. a lot of people looked at you more when before wonyoung fucked you, you were usually ignored which you liked. and you knew everybody whispered about you and wonyoung too. neither of you were being discreet in that room in the library that day so you heard all sorts of things from your fellow students the day after. usually about how they didn’t think you were that kind of girl, or how they never thought wonyoung would ever consider fucking ‘someone like you’. see, other people would be mad if they heard some strangers say all those things about them but actually, you agreed with them.

everything about that day went against a lot of things that you thought about yourself. well, you weren’t planning on staying a virgin forever but you really didn’t expect for it to be taken by jang wonyoung of all people!

“come on, baby. give me a show.”

you squeezed your thighs together, your heart hammering inside your chest. god, it almost felt like wonyoung was right up against your ear—talking to you and berating you for thinking about her 24/7 after she fucked you. you felt your core clench upon remembering how warm wonyoung’s hands were, how her fingers felt ramming inside you… god, you wanted it all again. but there was no way she would agree to that, right? knowing wonyoung and the kind of girl that she was, that would be the only time she would fuck you, right?

a pink jacket catches your attention, making you look up from your thighs. jang wonyoung has finally arrived. she was talking to the professor as she sat in her seat, all smiles and giggles as usual. she throws a brief glance over her shoulder, sharp eyes meeting yours. you didn’t miss the way the corner of her mouth lifted up, smirking at you as she eyed you down. you didn’t even know how the fuck she was able to do that within a millisecond of looking at you, but she did it anyway and it only made you squirm in your seat.

oh, how pathetic you were. you’ve been feeling all sorts of things after wonyoung fucked you, but you never knew what to do about them. for now, you just wanted to get through another day of being in wonyoung’s presence despite everything that’s happened. she hasn’t spoken much to you since that day and you doubted that anything was going to change—she’s jang wonyoung after all. you were probably just another hook-up to her, something she’s bound to forget about in a week or so.

(see, that was just all kinds of wrong because right at this moment, all the nosy people who were staring at wonyoung can clearly see how she spared your pitiful figure by the window little glances every other minute with a sly smile on her face. she didn’t make an effort to be discreet. she never does. when jang wonyoung likes something, she is going to let people know—she has to! or else they’ll all just think you’re up for grabs.

no. wonyoung was going to show them only she can really pull all the nice girls in this school. especially you—(y/n) (l/n), the campus’ adorably awkward bookworm who’s very endearingly clumsy despite her well-put appearance. god, how wonyoung had become obsessed with you and you had absolutely no idea.

but it was more than just your character too. for a while now, actually ever since she fucked you, something about you has been bothering her mind. it’s made her unable to stop thinking about you and truthfully, it fucking pissed her off so much that she had to brainstorm a plan, a solution, for it. which became the reason why she was late today. will wonyoung actually execute it? who knows! for now, she can stare at you scribbling on your notes and laugh to herself because she knew, oh she so knew, that every time you paused, shut your eyes, and shook your head—you were thinking about her.)

thankfully, the class ended after another hour and a half. halfway through it all, you got bored and opted to stare out the window. so much so that you didn’t realize class was over until the familiar scent of money and local fame wafted into your nose—wonyoung had walked past you, and she winked at you. you found yourself freezing up in your seat, so fucking pathetic. nobody seemed to notice what wonyoung had just done which was fortunate for you! with bright red cheeks and ears, you packed up our belongings in record time and swiftly power-walked your way out of the classroom.

the attention that was put on you as you walked along the hallways of the building was annoying, for the lack of a better word. it seems like everybody was looking at you as if this was the very first instance of a loser somehow ‘getting’ the popular girl to sleep with her. sometimes, you wish it never happened. as good as it felt, the aftermath was almost not worth it. you’ve heard cruel things being said about you after that day and to save your enrollment, you kept yourself quiet and pretended like you were unaware. except that you weren’t, so every time you make eye contact with someone and they start whispering to their friend or something, it only adds up to that pool of anger that was slowly building up from the pit of your stomach.

still, you couldn’t bring yourself to blame wonyoung for it all. you were part of the act as much as she was but you also can’t say that you brought all this attention and rumors to yourself. you blamed the other girl’s stupid reputation, actually. but it’s not like you can rewind time and make yourself leave that goddamn room when you thought wonyoung was never going to come. there was no point in dwelling on it now. it happened and you have to live with the consequences. being talked about isn’t half as bad as the threat of your scholarship getting revoked anyway.

you were right on the other side of the building when you realized you had no idea where you wanted to go. you just wanted to get out of that classroom, away from wonyoung’s sights so she can’t have you acting up in front of everybody. not that you would actually be able to make stable eye contact with her anyway. naturally, you found yourself marching towards the washroom. you were nearing to the door when you heard a few girls chattering lively.

you entered the washroom and there stood in front of the mirror were kim jiwon and shim jayoon—your acquaintances and wonyoung’s super smart best friends from one of the science programs. they were the last people you wanted to see face-to-face and for good reason! as soon as they saw you, they squealed and grabbed your arm, yanking you to stand in front of the mirror with them. “there’s the woman of the hour!” jiwon teased, lightly pinching your cheek.

“more like woman of the week—literally nobody is shutting up about you! this must feel like heaven.” jayoon nudges your arm, firmly believing that you liked all of the attention you were getting when you really didn’t. you would do anything to be invisible again.

“is this really what it feels like to be popular? i hate it,” you grumbled, earning a sigh from jayoon. “i don’t know how you guys ever manage.”

“you have an outdated opinion about all of this, baby girl! don’t you like having everyone’s eyes on you? now they’ll see how much of a pretty little thing you are—it’s great!” jiwon said. no, she was not very successful in convincing you that this wasn’t the worst thing that’s ever happened in your academic life so far. but you decided that you wouldn’t fight her on it and instead, stand idly between the two girls while they gossiped and twirled and played with your hair.

you were completely signed off from the conversation; the only thing in your mind was the feeling of wonyoung’s hands in your hair while she kissed you. unconsciously, you touched your lips with your fingers. fuck.

“oh, you’ve got it bad, huh?” jiwon teases.

“hey, don’t blame (y/n)! wonyoung’s a good kisser—i’d miss her lips too,” jayoon sighs dreamily. then she gasps and grips your forearm tightly. “do you want to fuck her again?” she asked with shiny eyes.

“w-what?!”

“where’d you get your information from, jayoon? wonyoung fucked her.”

“oh, right!”

you covered your face with your hands, “please stop talking.”

jayoon forcefully pries your hand off your face, “listen, gaeul-sunbae is having a party next week and we’ll be there with wonyoung! you should come! we’ll make sure to get you guys a room.” jayoon says with a wink. god, they’d let the two of you fuck in a house full of your schoolmates?! that would just add onto your world of troubles.

“i’m not going to any party and i’m never sleeping with wonyoung again, okay? i just—i want this all to end. i hate it when i’m looked at.” you gently wiggled yourself out of the two girls’ hold and once again marched towards the door.

“you shouldn’t have fucked her then.” jayoon says with a shrug as you reach for the handle, making you pause.

“she fucked me.” you corrected your friend before swinging the door open and exiting the washroom.

“yeah jayoon get your facts straight!” you heard jiwon laugh as you bolted out of the washroom. you rolled your eyes, shaking your head, and glaring at the first person you saw in the hallway. the person in question raised an eyebrow before turning to talk with his friend, eyes lingering on your leaving figure.

gosh, this school was a nightmare.

nevertheless, you survive the long walk back to your classroom without sparing another person a glance. did you bump into people because you absolutely refused to look up? yes! did you care? not at all. it was much, much better than dealing with the scrutiny in everyone’s eyes. apparently, sex was only a problem when the girl who wanted nothing to do with it actually did it. every time you remembered how everyone in the library looked at you after you and wonyoung left that private room, you wanted to scream. literally. all of the negative things that came after the event made you forget about the sweet stuff. like the way wonyoung insisted on driving you home, how she walked you to a bus stop when you refused to ride with her, how she patiently and wordlessly waited for your bus with you, and how she gave you a kiss on the cheek when your bus did arrive.

but what good was having wonyoung’s attention if everybody was also going to look at you, but in a worse light?

you knew it probably wasn’t fair, but you grew a tiny bit of resentment towards the popular girl.

you entered your classroom after a deep breath—eyes glued to the ground and hands hidden under the straps of your backpack. it felt like you were back in high school all over again. this sucked so bad. but unfortunately, getting to your seat was only a bumpy road! all you had to do was not look up and start reading material once you’ve sat down. it should be so easy. of course, fate had other ideas.

wonyoung had bumped into you while walking towards her own seat, forcing you to tear your gaze from the ground to look at her. oh, she was so pretty—no, (y/n)! “sorry.” wonyoung says with a cheeky smile. (she was excited that she finally got you to look at her. and as expected…) you blushed, merely looking away from the other girl before rushing to your seat. you heard a few giggles behind you which only confirmed your suspicions—it was definitely planned. it didn’t help that your cheeks and ears were flushed red… gosh, even your neck felt warm. you know what also didn’t help? how wonyoung’s intense gaze didn’t leave your figure for a while. you could feel her staring at you like you were some piece of meat for her to devour and you weren’t even exaggerating by saying all that!

it was the same kind of look she was giving you right before she kissed you that day. despite your resistance, you met wonyoung’s stare. you noticed that she was surprised to see you raise your head, but it looked like it pleased her more than anything. wonyoung tilts her head and smiles slyly at you while her eyes travel from your hands, your exposed thighs, to your legs… now who knew jang wonyoung could be such a pervert? you squeezed your thighs together, glaring slightly at wonyoung who merely giggled before finally turning around and facing the front.

things like that—wonyoung’s attention, her interest, her affection—were the only good to come out from that hook-up. the rest? the side-eyes, the rumors, the whispers, the unwanted popularity spike? you wanted nothing to do with it. but, again, it wasn’t like you could reverse time.

so, you were going to do what you’ve always been good at: hide yourself to the point of invisibility. it’s never failed you before, and it shouldn’t now.

the only challenge was jang wonyoung herself—will she let you out of her sight?

you didn’t want to think about the most obvious answer. instead, you tried your damned hardest to not think about her at all for the rest of the day. you poured all of your attention to the lectures, the coursework, and the notes. basically anything just to avoid hearing her voice in your head again. at least it wasn’t as bad as the first few days after she fucked you. during those times, you quite literally replayed the entire thing in your head every minute. it wasn’t surprising that you ended up failing a few small quizzes around that time.

when you’ve put every belonging you had in your backpack, you practically rushed to get up from your seat and headed to the door. avoiding every eye that latched onto your figure. you successfully passed wonyoung’s seat without trouble until…

“ah, (y/n)! finally, i can talk to you.”

ms. lim, the professor for your last class of the day, calls you. you turned around with a tight-lipped smile on your face, reluctantly walking closer to the teacher’s desk while most of your classmates walked out of the door. wonyoung was still in the room. she was staring. fuck, why is she always staring?!

“i wanted to thank you for all the help you gave last week for jiyoung’s little… ‘art for amateurs’ club.” ms. lim sighed at the name (she has always hated it but ms. kim jiyoung, her fiancé, loved it too much to change it) and smiled up at you.

“no need for thanks, ma’am. i was passing by the art room that day and i just thought i’d help.” you hear a few people shuffle behind you. more students walking out. a flash of pink walks by behind you. wonyoung. you blinked and smiled at the professor, acting as normal as you could.

“if you don’t mind, i need you to do another favor for me,” ms. lim opens up one of her drawers and carefully takes out a lunch bag from it. the professor smiles sheepishly at you. “i hate to ask my students to do little chores like this. but i’m going to be preoccupied with grading and lesson plans for the rest of the day and that idiot jiyoung forgot to grab her food from me.”

you chuckled lightly, “hard to imagine ms. kim of all people would forget about her food. i’ll take it to her, no worries.” you carefully held the lunch bag in your hands and smiled at your professor.

“thank you, (y/n). she’s been all over the place lately! worrying about this one special pupil of hers that she’s practically begging to put up a piece of her work in the walls of the art building. it’s a whole thing, i won’t bore you about it. run along.” ms. lim waves you off with a laugh. you bowed to the professor before happily exiting the classroom with ms. kim’s lunch bag in hand. when you left the room, you saw that the hallways were still quite full with students lounging about—looks like it wasn’t going to be an easy walk to the fine arts building but oh well.

the first hurdle was squeezing through a crowd of jocks from different teams creating a ruckus in the middle of the hallway. the second struggle was nearly getting picked on by said jocks when they just so happened to notice you sneaking by. thankfully, a nice cheerleader with red hair diverted their attention so you could slip away. it was a quiet and pleasant walk along the school courtyard towards the fine arts building from there, with only the wind and soft rustling of leaves accompanying you.

the building was quiet, save for your own footsteps. usually, the hallways would be filled with sounds of casual chatter and the muffled voices of instructors and students alike. you had to say though, you much rather preferred the silence. it was comforting. you were usually surrounded with a lot of yelling, hollering, and laughing which sometimes wasn’t all that bad but considering everything that’s been happening the fast few days… yeah, this was preferable.

it didn’t take long for you to reach ms. kim’s classroom, and there you were met with a vast empty room littered with half-finished paintings and beautiful illustrations created by the students and ms. kim herself. there was a backpack and a big canvas set near the back of the classroom but you pay it no mind. it was common for students to stay after school hours just to kill time or work on their projects. you put down the lunch bag on ms. kim’s desk, all the more ready to turn around and leave when a particular painting caught your eye.

it wasn’t anything special by any means. in fact, it was buried behind more colorful paintings and you could only see half of it. you approached the painting, looking around the other canvases just to see it in full. it didn’t look finished, but then again maybe that was part of the appeal. the painting was that of an arrangement of beautiful flowers in a jar, they were wilting. or maybe they were just coming to life, looking at the soft streams of sunlight that shone down on them.

regardless, you didn’t have the luxury to analyze the painting any further when you heard shuffling behind you. alarmed, you turned your head quickly and… well, fuck.

“wonyoung…”

the tall girl clad in pinks and blues smiles at you. it wasn’t a very comforting smile.

“the one and only,” well, that sounded familiar. you watched as wonyoung threads the ends of her hair using her dainty little fingers. a smirk dances on her lips while she stares you down, very much liking how she has rendered you speechless with her mere presence. a bit of a dramatic statement but it was true! “how’d you like my work?” wonyoung asked, eyes quickly flickering over to the flower painting behind you.

you followed her stare, but quickly looked back at her in shock. “you painted that?” you gasped.

“you make me sound like i’m just a stupid bimbo,” wonyoung sighs dramatically. “of course, i painted it. would anyone else’s work look as gorgeous?” ‘charming’ as ever, wonyoung flips her hair over her shoulder with a smug look on her pretty face. you turned away, very quickly rolling your eyes before settling them back on the painting. you were impressed. you wouldn’t have guessed that wonyoung of all people would have that kind of talent, but then again, she is one of the class-toppers and nobody knows who she is exactly.

“it’s beautiful.” you admitted. you heard wonyoung chuckle, but she doesn’t say much else. you don’t look back at her, choosing to stare at her painting instead. again, something stopped you from looking further into it. wonyoung stood beside you, briefly looking at her painting with a somber look on her face before quickly covering it up with her usual cheeky, queen bitch smile. it was dead silent. did you even want to speak to her? for two weeks, you’ve resented all the attention that was given to you because of her. you’ve glared at the back of her head, cursed her in your mind whenever some students whispered about you… but somehow, you’re the one who’s tongue-tied now that you were actually alone with her.

it was confusing—feelings, that is. hell, the last real face-to-face interaction you’ve had with her was on that day. when she kissed your cheek before you got on your bus.

“wasn’t expecting you to be here, (y/n),” wonyoung unzips her pink jacket, slowly taking it off before putting it on an empty seat. you watched her from the corner of your eye, she was taking deep breaths and you could hear her. then she fixes her hair and turns around wearing a glowing smile. “but this is just perfect.” she steps towards you and instinctively, you jolted backwards.

“i-i just dropped something off for ms. kim… from ms. lim, i mean. i should get going.” well, it wasn’t going to be easy! what with wonyoung being inside your personal bubble and your heart beating so fast that you can’t quite hear your own thoughts. it didn’t help that she towered over you, and again, her perfume was a fucking weapon—rendering you immobile.

“don’t be like that, (y/n). i’m upset with you.” wonyoung says with a pout. cute, but you really shouldn’t let your stupid crush on her stop you from just getting the hell away! wonyoung was fascinated with the way your eyes wandered. she knew that no matter how angry you were with her, she was always going to have the same effect on you. and it was delicious. being able to have that much of an impact on someone. 

“you never called or texted me. i was waiting, especially after i sent you home,” wonyoung stands even closer and for a second, you actually saw some kind of emotion in her eyes. dissatisfaction, perhaps. “didn’t know you were like that, (y/n).”

“i d-didn’t even think you’d want me to contact you after… after all of that.”

“i wouldn’t have given you my number if i didn’t want you begging for more of me over the phone, dumbass.” wonyoung bumps your shoulder with her own as she walks past you. the way you looked (confused and… so fucking stupid) must’ve made her pissed, judging by the way she started dragging her equipment around with her eyebrows furrowed and eyes glaring at you every now and then. you stood there awkwardly, fiddling with the hem of your uniform. you should really leave. you had things to do at home! this wasn’t a time to waste with someone who was mad at you and someone you were mad with.

all it takes was a period of silence to remind of how much wonyoung affected your life. and suddenly all the anger was back. the longer you stood there and looked at her, the more it boiled up and threatened to tip over. but you were going to be mature. you were going to leave the classroom and go on with your life, leaving it all (wonyoung) behind.

“i have a few ideas on how you can make it up to me though.” wonyoung averts her gaze from the empty canvas in front of her to you.

given the way she was looking at you—or rather, has been looking at you, wonyoung was up to no good. and if you wanted any chance to redeem the little reputation you had in this academy, you had to be strong and not get swayed by her and her pretty little face and those soft lips and that mesmerizing pair of eyes. you shook your head, “i am not fucking with you again, wonyoung.”

the taller girl laughed, “what? did it look like i was going to make you do that? gee, (y/n), it takes one hook-up to corrupt you, huh?” wonyoung laughs, a smirk making its way to her face when she sees you glaring daggers at her. “you’re going to be my muse.” she says, crossing her arms and scanning you up and down. gosh, she didn’t even bother to hide the lust behind her stare… but you could tell that her statement wasn’t a joke.

“you’re… going to paint me?” you asked. wonyoung hums, staring right at you as she pulled her hair up to a ponytail, quietly anticipating your answer while you stood idly by the windows.

“only reason i’m here is because ms. kim has been begging for me to put something of my own up in the hallways. usually i would just refuse but the lady’s been nice to me since i stepped a foot in this school so why not? plus, what’s a better subject than my latest and possibly most popular fling?” wonyoung gives you a very sarcastic smile that makes you roll your eyes. you seriously needed to get out of here.

you were more than ready to leave until you remembered the way wonyoung’s eyes looked when she confronted you about the silence you gave her. then a pang of guilt hits you the more you think about her actions after the two of you hooked up. the walking together, the waiting together, and the kiss on the cheek. maybe attempting to cut her off was a dick move on your part…

“okay.”

wonyoung’s face visibly lights up. adorable.

“where do you want me?” you asked, blushing at the sight of the cute look on her face. all of your activities can wait. you wouldn’t have been able to live with yourself knowing that you were potentially hurting someone. albeit unintentionally and the person in question being your best slash worst nightmare.

“just sit in front of me and we’ll figure it out from there.” and so, you and wonyoung get to work. well, of course it was mostly her doing the work while you just sat on a stool and listened carefully to whatever she told you. 

oddly enough, the weight of her stare wasn’t as intimidating or nerve-wracking like it usually was. wonyoung had a certain softness in her eyes as she studied your features closely, and every time you figured that she saw something she liked, something would sparkle behind those beautiful brown eyes. watching wonyoung in what seems to be her natural environment… well, ‘unexpected’ would be the understatement of the year. you figured it would be parties and social clubs and outlet malls but then again, nobody really knew wonyoung.

getting so much as a glimpse of the untouchable popular girl was truly something. and despite everything that’s happened you find yourself feeling the way you did the first time you laid eyes on her on campus during freshman year. awestruck, with your heart nearly beating out of your chest as you desperately tried to look at something that isn’t her but ultimately failing. wonyoung gives you a smile, and it wasn’t her usual cheeky-teasing one. she looked… bashful? and is that a hint of pink on her cheeks?

it was strange to see, but you ended up smiling a little at the sight of a rare cute wonyoung. the tall girl’s cheeks show a deeper shade of pink as soon as your lips curled up in a smile, making you giggle a little. not a lot of words were shared between the two of you after that as wonyoung completely immerses herself in her work. and during that entire time you just stared at her, admiring her focused state. you wondered if she was concerned at all about making a mistake—her hand moved skillfully across the canvas with the attitude of someone that was sure about their abilities. you would hear an occasional tut partnered with a quick hum and followed by a quiet, satisfied laugh, giving you the impression that wonyoung was confident about the picture she was painting of you.

you’ve never been more curious in your life. you wanted to know how wonyoung sees you. it would be from an artist’s perspective but maybe you’ll see even a spot of how wonyoung truly sees you deep inside. especially after everything that has gone down between the two of you, and especially after her reaction to you forcing yourself to forget her existence for two weeks. it’s not like you were looking for any chance of the popular girl returning your feelings, you just wanted to know if you were anything to her at all. maybe you’ll get to know it here.

“(y/n),” wonyoung snaps you back into reality. she beckons you over with a proud look on her face. “come over here. see if you like it.”

soon enough, you were standing beside wonyoung, staring at the most impressive painting in the room. it was you; sitting on that stool wearing a gentle smile, but almost half of your entire form was covered by a slightly see-through curtain and the tiniest streams of sunlight. at first glance, the painting looks incomplete or rather, abruptly finished but it looks perfect in your eyes. and on wonyoung’s eyes too, judging by the way she looked at her own work with approval.

“it’s beautiful, wonyoung.” you said with a grateful smile.

“mhm. it’s y—” wonyoung pauses, and clears her throat. “obviously.” she said, chuckling awkwardly and flipping her hair over her shoulder with less flair than usual. you did not know what the hell that was all about. (“it’s you.” wonyoung wanted to say. but she bit her tongue real quick. why? well, jang wonyoung was not one to try to woo a nerd of all things like that! but really though—it’s you. of course it’s beautiful.)

you were admiring the painting some more and the longer you did, the more you noticed just how many details wonyoung put into it. from the slight crinkle of your eyes while you’re smiling down to that tiny little scar you had on your right cheek. amazing.

“w-wait, you’re going to put this up in this building?” you asked, now blushing wildly. it’s not even that you were embarrassed of having your face put up in the fine hallways of this campus (there have been many instances of your face being plastered everywhere because of your very impressive achievements as an honor student). it’s the fact that wonyoung was involved in all of this that makes it all complicated.

“no.”

surprised, you looked at wonyoung with slightly widened eyes. she worked hard for this painting for the sole reason of putting it up, and now she won’t? maybe she sensed your discomfort at the thought of putting up a painting of you made by wonyoung, which you know would just repeat the never-ending nightmare of being surrounded by rumors all over again. you would ask the tall girl to give you a reason why, but you noticed that she was standing closer to you now, eyes darkened and very much drawing you in.

just like last time.

“for my eyes only.” wonyoung says quietly. she was referring to the painting, sure, but she was looking at you the entire time. the implication makes your face heat up, and suddenly you’re finding it hard to do anything else except to just stand there. obnoxiously close to wonyoung with your eyes constantly flickering up and down from her eyes to her lips. you remember what those lips taste like, how they feel moving against yours. what you would give to feel and taste them all over again.

“i need a break,” wonyoung’s gaze pierces through your own, inviting you in. “don’t you?”

and all it took was the slightest nod of your head for wonyoung to lock your lips in a searing kiss with her own.

god, it felt like your chest collapsed within itself. your hands immediately cup wonyoung’s cheeks, and having learned a few things from the last time you kissed her, you were much, much better at keeping up with her despite your heartbeat running a mile a minute. wonyoung’s own hands were on your hips, pulling you closer until she started undoing the ribbon on your uniform. then, she unbuttoned your shirt, forcing herself out of the kiss and putting her lips on your neck as she did so. it was hard trying to keep yourself quiet with the way wonyoung nibbled and softly sucked on your skin… which was why you just stopped trying.

“ahh… mhm, wonyoung…” your moans were met with a hum from the taller girl, whose kisses now reached your chest.

“you missed me, didn’t you?” wonyoung whispers against your skin, leaving a mark just below your collarbone where she likes it best. she tilts her head up, lips hovering over your own, only touching slightly. “you missed mommy?”

fuck, that was gonna do you in.

too embarrassed to truly admit it all, you nodded, which earned you a pout mixed with a glare from wonyoung. “i’m gonna let that go once. you’re lucky i missed you more.” eventually, you found your waist pressed against a lone desk while wonyoung continues to kiss you. you were topless now, what with wonyoung discarding your white shirt somewhere on the floor.

“w-what if ms. kim comes in…?” you asked when you felt wonyoung’s hand sliding up your thigh. surely she won’t be as careless as last time, right? the two of you were barely hiding! the curtains didn’t leave much to the imagination and the door was only halfway closed… if you weren’t careful with your mouth, some unlucky soul passing by will catch the two of you and you really don’t know if you can handle more of that. maybe you were naive to expect wonyoung to change within two weeks, because right after you asked your stupid little question, wonyoung had pulled down your panties and unclasped your bra from behind. goodness, she works fast.

the tall girl decided not to waste time and completely disregarded your question. “up.” she taps your hip, urging you to sit on top of the desk behind you. as you were getting yourself settled, wonyoung takes the opportunity to stare at you. you were as cute as ever—flushed cheeks, messy hair, lips quivering, and pretty eyes glossy with anticipation, even though you tried to disguise it with uncertainty. wonyoung couldn’t believe how easy it has been to knock down your defenses. she was so sure that even she, the jang wonyoung, was going to get rejected and embarrassed for the very first time in that library, given your reputation as a hardass.

but alas, she always gets what she wants in the end. as she should!

you pull wonyoung closer, eager to feel her lips on yours again. then she allows you to kiss her, doing the same exact thing as last time—staying still and letting you do what you want. wonyoung noticed that your kiss was softer, more careful. you were holding her face so gently, caressing her cheek with your thumb before letting your hands fall to her shoulders, giving the control back to her. it warmed her heart in a way that took her by surprise, but that was nothing compared to the pure amusement she felt when she caught you untying her ribbon.

“you’re brave today, hm?” wonyoung whispered with a smirk. she doesn’t stop you, though! she holds your stare as you let her ribbon drop to the ground, and then you start unbuttoning her shirt so excruciatingly slow. you stopped halfway through, only getting to see a little bit of wonyoung’s crimson red bra before putting your lips on her neck. and finally, for the first time, you heard her whimper.

you couldn’t see it as you were busy kissing her neck, but wonyoung was a blushing mess. she never whimpers! but with your sudden courage and the way you left the softest and sweetest kisses on her neck, wonyoung couldn’t hide it. “are you… marking me up?” wonyoung asked with a giggle.

immediately, you stopped, staring at her with half-widened eyes. “is that okay…?”

wonyoung would’ve called you stupid if the sound of her own loud heartbeat didn’t render her speechless. “don’t tell me you’re going to ask for permission if you so much as want to put your hand on my waist or something.” wonyoung said. she can imagine it clearly in her head, actually! you were too polite for your own good.

“well, consent is important—”

“yeah, yeah. how about you use that pretty mouth of yours for something worth my time, dummy?” wonyoung urges you to kiss her again, craning her neck to give you access. and you did it happily! you were so obviously excited that even wonyoung thought it was endearing, laughing lightly as you gently sucked on her soft skin. you did that for a while. how could you stop, anyway? the mix of wonyoung’s sighs, feeling her thin, dainty fingers smoothly threading your hair, and her other hand laying still on your thigh, squeezing ever so often when you do something she likes… well, suffice to say that it was almost impossible to stop.

leaning back, you stare at your work. the sight of your marks on wonyoung’s neck only made your core buzz, making you not-so-subtly close your legs. wonyoung regains her composure, eyes darkened once again before she forces her legs open, one hand slowly sliding deeper up your inner thighs while the other keeps your legs apart. “since you’ve had your fun… naturally, it’s my turn now, correct?” and of course you were nodding your head eagerly like an obedient pet, just how she likes it.

your breath gets caught in your throat when wonyoung cups one of your breasts in her hand, her face dangerously close to the other one, more than ready to pleasure you. “i was thinking of being nice since i missed you… but you made me upset with your stupid tantrum over the last time we fucked,” wonyoung feigns a smile and a shiver runs down your spine. “so, to truly make it up to me… you’re going to take  everything i’m giving to you today.”

scary. terrifying even, but how could you say no? the (y/n) of two hours ago would be really disappointed of you but fuck it. wonyoung’s got you wrapped around her finger once again and you’re going to let it happen again.

only moans escape your lips as wonyoung’s warm mouth closes around your nipple. a new sensation, and it was wonderful. you found yourself hugging wonyoung’s neck, pushing her face impossibly closer while she licked and sucked as she pleases. your cunt clenches around nothing, and you buck your hips slightly just to urge wonyoung to touch you down there even a little bit but you should’ve expected that she wouldn’t care about that. her hands were rather busy! one played with your other nipple while the other held your thigh in a grip so tight that it almost hurt.

wonyoung releases your nipple from her mouth, her lips now attacking your chest area with little bites. you weren’t opposed to it. in fact, the frustrated look on wonyoung’s face was a delight to see! “should’ve known you were going to be a pussy about it all… wouldn’t have waited up all night for your text if i did.” wonyoung tightens her grip on your thigh, making you wince. but the pain was quickly overshadowed by pleasure as the tall girl pulled on your nipple.

“how was i supposed to accept that you didn’t want anything to do with me anymore…? you were screaming my name so sweetly in the library… and i was in your head after all of that, right?” wonyoung briefly lets go of your thigh to pull your hair down, forcing you to meet her eyes. “i know you did… in the end, the campus’ smart goody-two-shoes is just a fucking slut in the making, isn’t she?”

wonyoung’s eyes shine with excitement upon seeing you look at her so desperately. she knew that you’d never take any insult if you were in your right mind… and it only turned her on when you said nothing to her, your head so clouded that you’d allow wonyoung to say anything she wants to you. the tall girl spreads your legs apart, staring at your glistening pussy before her hungry eyes pierce back into your own. “and to think that you wanted to leave when you’re all drenched like this! what would you have done if i let you go? surely not touch yourself,” wonyoung laughs, but it was a cold and mocking one. your cheeks flush with embarrassment since she was right—you can’t bear to touch yourself, which is why you’re so desperate to have her fuck you already. “you need me, and i want a pretty doll i can play with however i like. let’s help each other out, (y/n)-ah.”

wonyoung doesn’t wait for you to say anything (of course she doesn’t) and starts massaging your clit with her thumb. you gasped at the sensation, holding onto her arms and almost closing your legs up. you try to control your sounds this time around, all that left your mouth were the usual pathetic whimpering and panting but at least you weren’t loud! wonyoung didn’t like that, though. she presses her thumb harder against your clit, making you whine loudly. “that’s more like it.” the tall girl muttered under her breath. the longer she pleasured your clit, the sooner you were losing control of yourself. and eventually you were just giving into what your body wants—grinding against wonyoung’s hand, pulling her closer so you can kiss her…

you gasped sharply as wonyoung plunged her two fingers inside your cunt, and she was giggling at how you were wrinkling her shirt up due to how tight you were holding onto her. fuck did it feel good to be filled up. when wonyoung curls her long fingers inside you, you clamped your hand over your mouth, afraid of alerting anyone who may be lurking around. annoyed, wonyoung swats your hand away, “come on, i don’t want to punish you so early.” none of what she was saying went through to your head. and it wasn’t even because you were trying to be a disobedient brat but because of her pace.

she snaps her wrist with each thrust, enough to make sure that you feel every inch of her fingers inside you before pulling out. it was hard to focus on anything, even more so when wonyoung’s pretty brown eyes were raking all over your body, getting familiar with your features once again. it wasn’t everyday something catches her eye so easily, but when she entered that secluded room in the library and had the luxury of staring at you while you were asleep, she was charmed. not even she thought that she would have you on top of this table merely two weeks later—writhing under her touch and moaning her name, but wonyoung quite liked this outcome.

why, after you were so good for her the first time she fucked you, you’ve been on her mind!

“a-ah..! wonyoung…” your sweet voice snaps the tall girl back to reality. you’ve completely wrapped your arms around her neck now, how precious. wonyoung puts her lips to work, wanting to taste your skin once again. and that she does! giving you kisses from your cheek, to your jawline, to the crook of your neck and all that the way down to your chest. conveniently, the desk was long enough for wonyoung to be able to pull you down so you’d be lying back comfortably. she towers above you, a grin on her lips as she watches you try to hold on to your climax.

it was so glaringly obvious that you were close. with the way your walls clenched around wonyoung’s fingers, a few more thrusts should do it. and that made wonyoung way more upset than you can imagine. there was no way you were going to make this so short, right? but she feels it. not only have you dug your nails on her free wrist trying to hold onto her, you’ve also started whining very loudly. wonyoung, annoyed, wriggles out of your painful hold and shoves her thumb inside your mouth, effectively shutting you up. drool starts dripping down along your jawline—wonyoung wasn’t going to let you off easy judging by how she pressed her thumb flat and hard down on your tongue.

“we’re gonna make this last, baby,” wonyoung says. she sees the tears pooling in your eyes and it only makes her feel warm inside. she was getting so excited to have her way with you, and a few tears wouldn’t stop her. “and everyone’s going to know again. i know you don’t like that but this time… they’ll know you’re mine.”

wonyoung didn’t plan on saying that last part out loud but thankfully enough, you were way too busy moaning her name to even hear it. a knot tightens in your stomach and you gasp, the sensation becoming all too familiar with you now. wonyoung pulls her thumb out of your mouth and slowly slides a third finger inside your cunt—and then there it was.

“aww…” wonyoung cooed as you came all over her hand. but she doesn’t stop any of her movements. instead, she leans down, catching one of your nipples with her mouth and continuing on fingering you through your orgasm.

“f-fuck..! wonyoung, w-wait…!!” you clawed helplessly at her back. amidst your hopeless whining and moaning, wonyoung just giggles. her eyes flicker up to get a brief glance of your face, her own core clenching at how tight you’ve closed your eyes, how you’ve bitten your lower lip to the point of it hurting. she absolutely loved getting to see you undone piece by piece… even more so when you allow it to happen. which is what you finally do as you bury your hands in wonyoung’s hair, pushing her further down your chest and whimpering sweetly at every flick of her tongue on your nipples.

wonyoung wasn’t letting her hand rest, however. she keeps fingering you in a semi-fast pace, hoping to edge you closer to another orgasm. clearly, she was taking advantage of your dazed state and in all honesty, of her own adrenaline-driven state. in her right mind, she would have let you cum the first time and stop there since she knew you can’t handle too much of what she can really give you but god… wonyoung just has to see you fall apart completely under her.

“someone learned a few things from last time, hm?” wonyoung teased as she gently massaged your clit in circles with her thumb. “you’re taking it so well. good.”

you gasped loudly as she plunges her fingers knuckle-deep inside your walls again, now thrusting faster than ever. wonyoung completely gets lost at the feeling of your warmth around her fingers. with her towering above you, she was distracting enough for your mind to wander elsewhere. every so often you’d notice the way she slightly bit her lower lip, whimper quietly, and huff as she fucked you… and as your eyes trail down lower (as low as you could, anyway), you saw that the tall girl had been clenching her thighs together. gods, wonyoung looked so hot being desperate like this.

it made you blush, how much she wanted to feel as good as she was making you feel good. next time, you are going to make sure to return the favor. it was what she deserves, as much of a pain in the ass she was.

“are you okay, (y/n)…?” wonyoung, concerned that you have spaced out, asked. her thrusts have slowed and her eyes are now softer.

you nodded meekly, “yes, mommy.” the nickname slipped out so naturally that it caught wonyoung off guard. and was she… blushing? flustered, even?

(wonyoung wouldn’t even know where to start if someone were to ask about the hold you have on her. it almost sucks that you don’t know about it, but wonyoung’s pride wouldn’t let her admit it outright. not yet, anyway.)

“we’re almost done.” wonyoung regains her composure. she completely pins one of your wrists down with her free hand, the other ramming inside your walls out of control, and her forehead nearly touching yours while you moaned helplessly. with your one hand, you clutched the edge of the desk, refusing to hurt wonyoung any further because you knew you would make her blood had you decided to hold onto her with the way she was abusing your pussy. wonyoung chuckles slightly at how smoothly her fingers went in and out of you—her hand was completely drenched in your cum and wetness. she was practically drooling at the thought of getting to taste you.

wonyoung would rather do it from the source, but she knew you wouldn’t be able to handle her mouth. not at this state. and not with all the things she wants to do to you with her tongue alone.

she feels you clenching around her again, and she watches as tears squeeze out of your eyes. she kisses them away, whispering some comforting words in your ear before she thrusts her fingers knuckle-deep inside you. wonyoung intertwines your fingers since she knew you’d need it as you came all over her hand once again. unlike last time, wonyoung makes sure her hand is still, only pulling out as you’ve started to calm down a little. your eyes wandered all over the ceiling, still trying to get a sense of things. you could feel wonyoung’s eyes on you though, but you couldn’t tell what she was doing.

so ‘surprised’ would be an understatement when you feel her clothed, wet cunt pressed against your knee. wonyoung smiles bashfully as she slightly grinds her clit on your knee. hell, she nearly fucked you into unconsciousness—she shouldn’t have anything to be afraid of doing now. even if she has to become this spectacle for you.

“j-just need to… do something about this.” wonyoung says. her voice was a bit higher from her whines, obviously feeling so good that she can’t help but show this new side of herself. underneath her, you were a bit rattled but completely flustered and quite confused as to what you should do. not that you could do anything, anyway. you couldn’t really feel your legs and your head was still getting itself situated. you were basically watching wonyoung grind herself into you… and it was heaven.

wonyoung meets your stare and grins, “liking the show, babe?” she teased. she giggled when you covered your face with your other hand, you were so red. but you were brazen enough to raise your knee slightly and pressed it against her clit, making her moan out loud for the first time. a smile of satisfaction spreads on your face—you finally heard wonyoung make that kind of sound!

“cheeky little doll.” wonyoung says before leaning down and kissing you. she stops her grinding, having had enough for now and slowly pulls you to sit up, carefully.

much like the last time this happened, nothing much was said afterwards. you were merely hugging wonyoung while you recovered, and you’d smile every time you felt her leave feathery-light kisses across your shoulder and draw random circles on your lower back. wonyoung allowed you to hold her for as long as you needed, never worrying about how the sky has turned orange or the supposed project she was assigned to start today for ms. kim. a gust of wind seeps through the slightly open windows and you shiver. 

finally, wonyoung pulled away. “let’s get you dressed up. ms. kim should be on her way anyway.” she helps you stand on both feet and picks up the random pieces of clothing scattered around the area, almost scolding herself for throwing them around haphazardly. wonyoung was the one who buttons up your shirt, makes sure your skirt is all nice and tidy, ties up your ribbon perfectly, and styles your hair as if it was never a mess. and then she decides that you would look cute with a bit of lip tint—but also because you needed a good excuse to give people if they so happen to ask you why your lips were so red and fucked up.

you stayed still as wonyoung dolled you up. it was strange though, because at this point, she has fucked you three times and you’ve bravely looked at her in the eye then but now you can’t. every time her eyes flicker over to yours, you blink and set them elsewhere. you can’t tell her about how your pussy clenches under her gaze. you can’t tell her that if she does something so simple as this, helping a fellow girl to look presentable, it turns you on. and it probably wasn’t even because nice-and-friendly wonyoung was a rarity! it was because of that damn crush. and how you can still feel her hands all over you but ugh, you’re so tired of coming to that conclusion. 

you get it: you are morbidly obsessed with how wonyoung makes you feel! god, can i be any more pathetic?

“you’ll text me this time, right?” wonyoung asks after she is done. she has also gotten herself look as perfect as she always does. 

“i can’t exactly escape you now, can i?”

“mhm! glad you’re aware of that.” wonyoung puts on an exaggerated smile, but really, she was excited. 

you then pulled out your phone and sent wonyoung a simple ‘hi’ text message. “there. happy?” you mimicked her fake smile.

“ecstatic, actually.” wonyoung replied with a straight face as she stared blankly at your useless message. she saves your number and suddenly snaps a quick photo of you without warning, setting it as her contact photo for you. when you tried to sneak a peek, wonyoung moved away from you with a laugh, and saved your name as ‘dum’ on her phone, even waving it all over your face and laughing even more at your disgruntled reaction. how mature… and endearing.

when silence started to fill the air, you almost wanted to ask wonyoung a few things about this whole… thing. whatever it was. as much as you liked the whole doll talk earlier, you didn’t exactly understand it. were the two of you going to be friends-with-benefits now? well, more like barely-acquaintances-with-benefits. was wonyoung going to make a habit of cornering you at some isolated place and fuck you? because really, you‘d prefer a small warning before she starts using you. confused as you were, you didn’t let a word slip. you just stood there, watching wonyoung as she put up an empty canvas on the easel.

“is it okay if i rest for a bit before leaving?” you asked in a quiet voice. wonyoung nods as she pulls her hair up for a half-ponytail, only briefly looking at your figure as you walk past her to sit on the instructor’s chair at the front of the classroom.

“i’d insist on taking you home but you seem to adore public transportation.” wonyoung quipped from behind her canvas.

“you’d only find some excuse to touch me again in your car so yes, maybe i prefer taking the bus rather than that.” you replied. attempting to avoid thinking about wonyoung’s hands all over you while you sat on the passenger seat of her car was futile, thank goodness she was focused on whatever project she was working on.

“thanks for the idea.” oh you just knew wonyoung had a stupid smile on her face thinking about it all. that pervert!

although you would be lying if you said you weren’t into the idea, but that was something the two of you should save for much, much later.

for the rest of your time there, you merely sat on ms. kim’s chair. sometimes you watched wonyoung even though you couldn’t see much of her face. occasionally, however, she would peek from above the canvas to check on you and you wouldn’t look away like you usually would. you would hold her gaze, smiling softly before gazing at the setting sun outside. the only thing that was on your mind was how everything has changed now. whether it was for the better or for worse, you couldn’t tell yet.

there was no use dwelling on it. you simply have to see where things go. one thing was for sure though: jang wonyoung wasn’t going to be out of your life so easily.

you pondered on that chair for a while before you finally decided to leave. you promised wonyoung that you would text her as soon as you got home, and you knew that even though she barely gave you a glance since she was so focused, she was happy that you promised that. while you headed for the door, you felt wonyoung’s eyes follow you until you were completely gone. but even as you walked through the empty hallways once again the hair on the back of your neck stood on end and you found yourself stopping in your tracks completely on top of a flight of stairs.

“that… really all just happened. again.” you mumbled. ugh, your ears felt hot. your cheeks too. matter of fact, your entire body was just warm.

“what happened?” a chipper voice nearly makes you jump out of your skin. ms. kim has suddenly appeared beside you. you hadn’t noticed that she was already there when you turned to the corner.

“o-oh! ms. kim, hello,” you greeted, hand clutching your chest. “ah, right. i dropped off your lunch bag. ms. lim said you forgot it earlier.”

“really? thank you, (y/n). she must be very busy if she couldn’t visit me herself. i’ll make sure to tell her that you did well delivering my food.” the art teacher pats your shoulder. her smile was striking and infectious—no wonder ms. lim always looked so lovesick around her!

“no need. it’s no problem at all,” you glanced at the giant clock on the other side of the wall and felt panic rise from the bottom of your stomach. “my bus should be making its way to the stop now. have a good day, ms. kim!” and so you were off to running as fast as you could to catch your ride, leaving the art teacher baffled but quite amused at the stairs.

“never seen (y/n) a bit loose in the head like that before.”

inside the art room, wonyoung has gotten busy. the tiniest specks of paint decorated her face, her hands had become quite the mess but what mattered was the picture she was creating. she was quite surprised with herself. only earlier did she feel that familiar rush of creating something with efficiency—when she was painting you. she was feeling it again, and it was great. it has been quite some time before she felt that rush. as rich her mind was with concepts, wonyoung found it hard to materialize them in a painting for some reason. maybe she was just lazy. maybe the pictures in her head just weren’t clear enough.

but somehow you of all people—of all things, really—made it all so very clear.

“ah, the things a good pussy does to the human mind.” wonyoung laughs at her own words. she couldn’t wait to bother you all night long later.

“i knew it!”

once again, ms. kim has surprised a student. fortunately enough, wonyoung didn’t make a mistake and only flinched slightly. “hello, ms. kim.” the tall girl greeted. she doesn’t take her eyes off her canvas since she knew that the teacher was already sauntering towards her with that contagious energy she always has.

“wow. i half expected you to be struggling for inspiration as usual but you actually got somewhere!” ms. kim pats wonyoung’s head, very much satisfied at wonyoung’s progress with her work. oddly enough, wonyoung found herself blushing deeply letting ms. kim look at a personal piece from her so freely. not that she gave a fuck about keeping up her reputation even with the teachers, but jang wonyoung was nothing if not so stubbornly prideful.

because no! she cannot bear being teased about painting (y/n) (l/n) for the second time in the same day!

“is that…”

wonyoung’s blush get deeper. here it comes.

“she did say she came by this room… i see!” ms. kim laughs and nudges wonyoung’s arm, teasing the girl as if she was some kid who was having a crush for the first time in her life. incorrect, by the way! because jang wonyoung doesn’t do crushes. 

the art teacher leans back and allows herself to fully take in her student’s work. it was a beautiful painting of you, surrounded by orange and yellow colors, looking lost in thought as you gazed out the window. your face was slightly obscured by the curtain, similar to the previous painting of you that she has done. perhaps a clue as to how wonyoung truly sees you.

“never thought you’d want a muse, wonyoung! but she’s not just that, is she?”

wonyoung settles her palette and paintbrush on an empty stool, exhaling and stretching her sore shoulders. now, she wasn’t the one getting fucked but damn, did you exhaust her too! it was in the good way at least, so wonyoung can’t really be mad at you. with you in her sick little head, wonyoung offers a mischievous smile to her teacher, “my cute little secret is what she is.”

[kkrymiii]

"Sacrifices"

G!p Actorminjeong x Actor Fem reader

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

MDNI! (Not proofread)

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

CW: Smut, esmall angst, fake dating, possesive, swears, degrading, jealousy, thigh riding lezgu, pet names

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

You and Minjeong have been dating for a while. You two were both actors that were apart of a romance movie and let's just say the movie blew up and you two were shipped by your fans non stop. Well you two were already famous before the movie came out but you guys blew up more when the movie came out. You two clearly noticed the fame that grew for you two ever since that movie. You two then decided to date not because you liked each other, it was for the fame. Fame will really make you greedy wouldn't it? but that's not a problem for you, since you two didn't give attention to each other anyways due to your busy life and this fake relationship.

As your reputations grew you two then attended a party with other actors and entertainer's. You were wearing a short dress with a coat over it that was barely longer than your short dress. As expected a lot of people were staring at you up and down checking you out.

Minjeong noticed it and didn't like that, she frowned at them. But the men still didn't stop checking you out while you were talking to them which made her furious, she walks up behind you grabbing you by the waist pulling you closer to her.

"Let's go." She said, staring at the men with a serious expression.

"w-what? Ah..." I said stuttering as I looked up at her suprised by the touch.

She pulled you closer by the waist, her hand holding you tightly. Her grip on your waist was firm, almost like a warning.

"Stay. Here." She glared at the group of men who dared to look at you, her eyes filled with a dangerous fire. The men, feeling the heat of her glare, quickly turned away, their eyes averted from you. Minjeong's possessiveness was evident in the way she held onto you, making sure that no one else would dare to lay another gaze on you.

Minjeong continued to hold you close, her body pressing against yours. There was a tension in the air, a mixture of desire and possessiveness in her touch.

"You should know better than to attract the attention of strangers." She said, her voice low and seductive, as she leaned in to whisper in your ear. "what's with you.." I said sighing as I grabbed her arm taking it off my waist. Minjeong's expression hardened at your rejection, but there was a hint of hurt in her eyes as she withdrew her arm from you. As you took her arm off your waist, she clenched her fists tightly, a visible flicker of anger crossing her face. She couldn't understand why you were acting like this.

"Did you not hear me?" She said in a firm but hushed voice. "you don't need to talk to anyone else besides me. Stay here" She said adding.

"...I have friends to talk to you know?... Just head to your friends." I rolled my eyes as I started to walk off. As you attempted to walk away, Minjeong quickly grabbed a hold onto your arm, halting your steps."Hey, where do you think you're going? I told you to stay here! What part of that do you not understand?" She said, her voice firm and demanding, leaving no room for argument. Minjeong's grip on your arm tightened, refusing to let you escape.

"What's with you? Your not like this... What now your possessive of me? You don't even pay attention to me all the time." I said back trying to get her grip of me but she won't budge.

Minjeong's grip on your arm tightened further, her nails digging into your skin as her eyes flashed with a fierce possessiveness.

"You're mine, and I won't allow anyone else to look at you, let alone touch you." she said with a clenched jaw, her voice tinged with anger. "and don't talk to me about paying attention, you know how busy I am. You should be happy that I even have time for you." she continued.

"well now I want to actually talk to people that give me attention whenever I needed it!" You fought back looking at her eyes filled with anger.

"You want attention, you say? well, you've got my attention now, don't you?" she said, her voice laced with a mixture of possessiveness and anger. "Don't think for a second that you can just ignore me and then expect me to come crawling back to you after you've gotten your fill of attention elsewhere." Minjeong's grip on your arm tightened even more, her fingers digging into your skin as she pulled you even closer. She pulled you so close to her that your bodies were pressed together, her breath hot on your skin as she looked into your eyes. "You belong to me, and I won't let anyone else steal your attention. Is that clear?" she said, her voice low and intense.

"let go dammit... your acting like this is my fault? You always ignored me and didn't even treat me as your girlfriend. Now your being possessive?"

Minjeong's eyes flashed with a dangerous, fiery glint as you yelled at her. "Are you saying that this is my fault now? You think you have the right to blame me for your own insecurities and attention-seeking behavior?" she said, her voice rising in volume. "Fine, go ahead and talk to whoever you want. But don't come running back to me when you realize that nobody else compares to me." Minjeong abruptly let go of your arm, turning away from you.

I sighed out loud frustrated annoyed at her words, as I grabbed my wrist checking the marks she left. I turned away anger in my face as I walk off. Minjeong watched you turn and walk away, her heart heavy with a tumultuous range of emotions. She wanted to follow after you, but pride and anger kept her from doing so. Instead, she stood there, watching you walk away, her fists clenched tightly. Minjeong felt a pang of remorse deep down, she knew she had gone too far. She closed her eyes tightly for a moment, trying to collect her thoughts and calm down, but then...her eyes shot back open as she saw you talking to another man.

For a moment, Minjeong saw red. She marched over to where you were, her eyes filled with a dangerous possessiveness, a hint of a crazed smile on her lips as she approached. "And what exactly are you doing, talking to another man? You're not supposed to talk to anyone else besides me, remember? You. Are. Mine."

I immediately reacted turning around to her and staring at her my eyes showing clear frustration and anger "what? Didn't you say I'll talk whoever I want?" I fought back. Minjeong's possessiveness only grew stronger as you fought back, and her eyes darkened with a dangerous, deadly look. "You think you can talk back to me? You're not the one in charge here, I am."She said, her voice firm and cold as she grabbed your arm forcefully, her grip strong and unyielding. "It's time you learn your place. You're mine, and don't you ever forget that." she growled, her eyes filled with a wild, territorial blaze. She pulled you close to her, so close that you could feel her breath on your skin, her body pressed against yours. Your heart was pounding, a mixture of fear and excitement flowing through your veins. As much as you wanted to fight her, her possessive, dominating attitude made your knees weak, and you couldn't find the strength to push her away. Minjeong leaned in closer to you, your bodies pressed tightly together, and she growled lowly in your ear, her dominance and possessiveness evident in her body language. "Are you trying to make me jealous? is that why you're talking to another man?" she said, her voice filled with a mixture of anger and desire.

"f-fuck off... Your insane why would I make you jealous... This relationship is useless anyways"

Minjeong's expression darkened as she heard your words, and her eyes filled with a dangerous glint. "What did you just say? This relationship is useless, you say?" She snarled, her grip on your arm tightening painfully, making you wince."I've had enough of your games. You wanted to talk to other men? Fine. You're on your own. Don't come crawling back to me when you realize that you're nothing without me."She pushed you away forcefully, her actions and words filled with a cold, heartless rage.

"I should be the one saying that! Don't come to me when you feel jealous and ruin my moment!" I said furiously as I fixed my hair walking off. Anger seen in my movements.

Minjeong watched you walk away, her expression a mixture of anger and longing. She knew that she had been wrong, but her stubborn pride wouldn't let her apologize. Deep down, she couldn't help but feel a sense of regret and remorse for the way she had treated you. She had let her possessive instincts get the best of her, and now she was left with the aftermath of her own actions. With each step you took away from her, Minjeong felt her heart grow heavier, like there was a weight pressing down on it. She had always thought that she would be the one in control, the one who would dictate the terms of the relationship. But now, she was left alone, her own foolishness having caused your strained relationship. But even as she watched you disappear into the distance, Minjeong knew that she couldn't let you go. She was too attached to you, too possessive of you. She needed you. No, she craved you. She yearned for your affection, your love. She needed to have you by her side, to claim you as her own. As the pain of your absence grew stronger, Minjeong's possessiveness grew even more intense. She couldn't bear the mere thought of you being with someone else, letting them touch you, talk to you, give you all the attention that should be hers. The very idea made her blood boil with jealousy, her fists clenching at her sides as she fought the urge to run after you. No, she had to get you back. She had to make you see how much she needed you, how much she couldn't live without you. She would do anything to win you back, to make you realize how wrong she had been. The possessive fire inside her burned brighter than ever before. Minjeong made her way to where she knew you were, her possessiveness burning fiercely within her. She stepped into the room where you were, and immediately felt a wave of relief wash over her as she saw you. Her heart fluttered in her chest, and her possessive urge to claim you intensified. Without a second thought, she walked up to you, her eyes filled with a possessive fire. "You're mine. No one else's. I won't let anyone touch you, talk to you, or look at you. You're mine and mine alone." She said, her voice firm and possessive, leaving no room for argument. She grabbed hold of your arm roughly, her hands possessively claiming you as her own.

"Th-" before you could even contuine your sentence she dragged you out of the room holding onto your arm tightly leaving marks making, you whimper as you tried to stop her. She then led you to a room going in and slamming the door shut as she throwed you onto the bed making you groan. Before you could even sit up she pinned you down to the bed holding the two of your wrists with one of her hand and her other hand holding your waist down as she sat on you. "you seriously think... You can escape me?" She said leaning onto your ear breathing heavily as she grins. You couldn't respond but only a whimper came out. It turned on minjeong more not being able to take it anymore. She needed you now.

She then took off your coat and tied the sleeves onto your wrist restraining you. looking down on you admiring your curves and beautiful face.

Her hands roaming down onto your thighs as her hands reached under your dress touching your panty, playing with your pussy drawing lines teasing you. whispering and holding your moans as it felt good... Minjeong then peppered you with kisses all around your face and neck as her hands move your panty over making her put in her three fingers in you immediately making you moan out loud as she marks your neck biting.

"so cute for me... Only for me" minjeong whispered licking Your neck as her fingers drilled into your pussy making you go crazy, her fingers felt so good "ah- fuck more!" You moaned out we your hands were holding onto her shoulders. Her fingers hitting the right spots making you feel good every time. Minjeong looking up at you as she peppers you with her kisses, grinning at the sight of you moaning out her name every time her fingers drilled into you was pure pleasure. But ofcourse she wouldn't let you off this easily because of your bad behavior earlier.

"baby! Fuck min- ahh.. I'm coming! Pl-" before you could contuine your sentence you felt the tight feeling of you pussy on her fingers disappearing. Minjeong pulled out her fingers, making you groan out as you looked down at her with pleading eyes.

"c'mon... You've been bad. You need a challenge." Minjeong grinned as she pulled down your panties and got off you as she sat on the bed...

"'cmon princess...." She said using the hand that she just fucked you with motioning a come here. You then stood up as it was hard since you were restrained but you really wanted that release. Minjeong was patting her thigh saying to sit on her. You obeyed and sat on her thigh. Fuck. Your bare pussy feeling her clothed thigh it felt so good.

"cmon. Do your thing?" Minjeong ordered as she looked at you eyes filled with lust... You knew what she was trying to say. Eager for your release you started riding her thigh fast wrapping your restrained arms over her head as you laid your head on her shoulder riding her thigh as you seek for release, moaning so much it felt like electricity... Her pants was making it hurt Abit but it Fucking felt good. You were moaning like crazy rocking your hips on her thigh like a crazy woman wanting to come, you opened your eyes tears slowly falling out noticing her hard boner in her pants. You decided to adjust yourself onto her crotch now in the middle rocking yourself on her boner shocking minjeong as she grabbed onto your waist holding you down on her boner. Her hips thrusting up Abit as it felt so good.

"fuck your such a slut... Fuck- ah... Mhm" she moaned as she rocked her hips. Her boner touching your bare pussy... "Min! I'm coming please! Ah!" You moaned out moving your hips more onto her boner as you came on her pants.

"fuck so good... Fucking whore." Minjeong said breathlessly as she looked at you seeing your pathetic face. She then moved you back onto her thigh as she took off her belt and unzipped her pants, lowering down her pants and boxers Abit. Her hard cock popping out. Beautiful long ass cock.

Minjeong then held onto your waist and layed you on your back. Your hands still around her neck as it was restrained. She held her cock placing it infront of your entrance. She then started teasing you by guiding her cock and drawing the lines of your pussy making you groan out in frustration whimpering.

"shhh I'm having fun baby..." Minjeong smirked looking at your face as her dick teases your pussy. Your eyes were closed frustrated wishing that she just puts in her fking dick in. And as your wishes were granted you felt a hard thrust making you moan loud eyes opening, minjeong Fucking you fast now whole body is moving up. "Ah-...ah fuck haha" minjeong laughed finding you cute as she picked up the pace giggling at your moans.

"ah! Min.. so good pleaseee~" you moaned out as your pussy still felt sensitive due to Earlier. Minjeong was Fucking you relentlessly smirking the whole time as her hips were going crazy fast. You were just taking it like a good girl..

"good ah.. good..mhm!" She mutterd sweat dripping on her face admiring your beautiful face as she leaned down biting, sucking, licking your neck to give more pleasure. "Babe... Let me.. come in you." Minjeong whispered in between bites on your neck, all you could respond was a moan and whimpers. Your pussy tightening around her dick as she kept on thrusting..

"come! Me!" You said breathlessly back arching seeking for your second release. "Me too..." Minjeong whispered thrusting faster and faster seeking for her own release.

Finally you came for the second time. Moaning out loud eyes closed shut back arching. As you felt minjeong shoot strings of her liquids in you also making you moan more. As your liquids mixed inside you "baby! Fuck... Ah.." you said biting your lip as you thrusted your hip slowly riding out your release with minjeong. She then rested herself on top of you breathing heavily as her cock was still in you.

"mhm... Mine mine mine." Minjeong whispered biting your neck again, you responded with small whimpers as you accepted it.

"rest baby... I'll wake you up later and we'll continue this home." Minjeong said leaning back up kissing you all over your face as you showed a small smile, warming her heart immediately.

[zuhaism]

⊹ ｡˚ 𓂃 ♡ Y/NRINA FAN FAVOURITES ?! (2)

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pairing : aespa5th!member x yoo jimin

synopsis : fan favourite y/nrina moments that convince them that they’re more than friends

a/n : hi… this was really high demand so im doing it just for you all 🫰🫰 but this is like a special occasion since my mock exams are near and i might not comeback until next year. so please wish me luck 😭🙏 please mind the mistakes half of these were made at 1am

┈ clip 1

the girls exited the van upon arriving at music bank. as soon as you closed the car door behind you. a little furry friend walled in between you and karina.

“cat!” you exclaimed. both karina and the cat looked at you. you could hear the clicks of cameras go crazy at that moment. capturing karina’s reddened cheeks when she realised you werent calling for her.

karina turned around and saw you already kneeling down petting the cat. she took a quick picture before joining you and squeezing your cheeks. (she couldn’t handle how cute you looked) :3

2 days later it was seen that karina’s wallpaper was the photo that she took of you and the cat.

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“hi everyone!” karina cheerfully greeted. she just finished her schedule and decided to turn on a live. after a few minutes of interacting with the comments. you came in the room. the door creeking could be heared in the background.

you just finished studying. sporting glasses and a messy bun you decided to join karina. not before taking a lollipop from the kitchen. karina looked up at you. “you’re finished?” you nodded silently. obviously tired.

you sat down beside her. “im live right now” she said in a whisper in case you werent aware. “i know” you said nonchalantly as you opened the lollipop wrapper and putting it in your mouth.

you decided to read the comments. after a while of reading the comments. the fans noticed karina taking the lollipop from your mouth and popping it into her own mouth. you didn’t notice it since it was normal between the two of you. whats hers is hers and whats yours is hers.

ynmydays : erm whag the freak thats disgutangs girl

wintning : GIRL THROW THAT LOLLIPOP AWAY

minjicles : hihi the way yn didnt react at all 👅

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“yah is yn actually sleeping?” winter’s voice could be heared from all of their in ears. all of them collectively let out a chuckle and peeked over to yn who sat at the front near the window (karina’s side). winter’s suspicions became true when yn didn’t react to her call at all.

there were more than 5 students now in the class. half of them already aware of the aespa members in class. “karina start cleaning the class” said winter.

the said girl got up and grabbed a duster. “guy’s lets clean the class together.” she said to the girls near her table.

as she was dusting of the windows. spinning around as per winters request. karina got close enough to you. she looked over your snoozing body. slumped over the desk, with your head in your arms.

she tickled your nose with the duster. no reaction. she tickled your ears next. you moved slightly. she sighed as she sat down on the empty sit beside you. she laid her head on the table so the both of you would be looking at eachother. well in this case she could be watching your sleeping figure.

“karina unnie wake yn up like how you usually wake her up” minjeongs voice could be heard from their inears. karina immediately turned red from embarrassment because of what she was about to do.

she stood up from her seat and leaned on your sleeping form. she bent forward to push your hair back with both of her hands. “yn.. wake up baby” she whispered in your ear and left a peck on your right cheek.

you immediately say up straight. eyes struggling to open. the scene was comical. your hair was a bit messy from the way you slept and you had a subtle kiss mark on your cheek. while karina looked at you with her proudest grin.

ningator : THATS SO CUTE WHAT

aerisicles : the way that kiss mark stayed on her face until the end of the video is so funny to me.

┈ clip 4

"It's so high up!" Minjeong cried from the top of the goal. You laughed as Karina had a concerned expression on her face. You have already finished recording your portions for the Supernova MV. You and Karina chose to walk around the city. But you both ended up at Minjeong's shooting location, which was a football court.

"watch me!" you captured the attention of the cameraman. it panned to you playing with the football and performing some stunts for the camera. "woah! I didn't know you could do that!" remarked Karina, impressed. You smiled at her as a Thai boy approached you. asking you to play football with them. the next scene features you playing football with some thai boys.

after a while, karina decided to join you and attempted to take the ball from you by tackling you. It ended in chaos, as both of you tumbled down. karina was on top of you, laughing loudly into your shoulder, as you covered your face in humiliation.

┈ clip 5

"how did we meet, y/nnie?" she repeated, leaning in so close her face was just inches from yours. your arm, draped comfortably over her shoulder, felt like it had always been there.

"oh, that," you said with a chuckle, the memories rushing back. "well, it was... not exactly smooth."

karina smirked, clearly enjoying the nostalgia. "not exactly smooth."

“you remember how stressful everything was back then?” you continued, nudging her lightly. “it felt like everyone was on edge, and i was just trying to figure out where i fit in.”

karina nodded, her smile widening. “yeah. everyone was so focused, trying so hard to outshine eachother.”

“and you,” you added, “you were this perfect trainee, always ahead of everyone. meanwhile, i was just hoping i could keep up.”

she laughed, the sound light but with an edge that made the chat go wild. “thanks jagi. but everything changed when you came along. ”

“changed?,” you asked, unsure of what she meant, your eyebrows furrowing.

karina looked at you, her eyes softening. "y/n. you were so good-like, insanely good. you walked in, and it was like you already knew what to do, how to move, what to sing. it felt like you'd been doing this for years. everyone noticed, y/nnie."

you felt a small twinge of surprise at her words. "oh really? i was trying to keep a low profile… i guess it was shyness," you said, shrugging lightly.

karina laughed, a teasing smile on her lips. “you were shy. but it was mistaken as confidence because you didn’t spoke much. it made you standout, even if that wasn’t your intention.

“really?” you said , a bit surprised. “i didn’t think i came off that way.”

karina nodded. “yeah, ningning was so intimidated by you she kept pestering me to follow her wherever she goes incase she bumps into you. she just says you’re intimidating but i think she looks up to you.” karina giggled.

"and after the first week of

evaluations, where you won," karina continued, "that's when the rumors started about us being rivals.”you grinned, recalling the drama. "oh, then one day, we got paired up for choreography evaluation."

karina's eyes lit up with mischief.

"right. and remember how you were so focused, you didn't even notice when I tripped over your foot?"

you laughed, your fingers brushing against hers as you spoke. "yeah, suddenly we both were on the floor. it was such a mess."

"total mess," karina agreed, her hand lingering on yours for a moment before pulling back with a smile. "but it broke the ice. after that, we started talking more, helping each other out."

"yeah, it was like the tension melted away," you said, the warmth of the shared memory making your smile linger. "we actually became friends."

karina nodded, her gaze holding yours a bit longer than usual, the depth of her feelings subtly reflected in her eyes. "and now look at us. who would have thought?"

"yeah," you echoed, feeling the warmth of the memory and the unspoken connection between you.

"who would’ve thought."

ninging : i know what you are

winnerina : pov : lesbian romcoms