#huh yunjin x reader

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yunjin x m!reader pleaseee both college students who finally go on a date after weeks of being busy due to their thesis but cant think where to go so they just play video games and watch movies at the dorm until they cuddle and fall asleep on the couch if pwede po may filipino version rin sana AHHAHAHAHA

Soft Wins~

(English Version)

Synopsis: You and Yunjin finally survive thesis season, brains fried but hearts intact. After failing to pick a proper date spot, you both settle for the best kind—hoodies, video games, and couch cuddles in your dorm. One match turns into playful chaos, Roblox pets, and teasing that ends with her asleep on your shoulder. It’s not fancy, not planned—but it’s perfect.

Word Count: 1,228

HuhYunjin X Male!Reader

The fresh air hits your skin at last—and not the artificial kind from the campus library’s busted AC, but real air, the kind that smells like freedom and a little bit of summer.

Finals are done. Your suffering is over. Your brain, though slightly fried, has survived yet another semester.

And then you see her—Huh Yunjin, standing at the bottom of the stairs like a reward from the universe itself, arms wide open and a grin big enough to cure your academic trauma.

“Heyyy, loveyyy!” she sings, practically skipping toward you before throwing her arms around your neck like a koala. “How was the exam?!”

You hug her back, letting your chin rest on her shoulder. “Eh. It was… expected.”

She pulls away just enough to narrow her eyes at you. “Expected? That’s code for ‘I aced it again without breaking a sweat,’ huh?”

You smirk. “Well, you know me.”

“Unfortunately, I do,” she says, poking your cheek. “Mr. ‘I didn’t study that much’ and then proceeds to set the curve.”

You laugh, grabbing her hand and starting to walk. “Anyway, exams are done. Semester’s basically over. Wanna go out? Just us. Finally.”

She gasps dramatically. “You’re asking me out? On a real date? Be still, my heart.”

“I know, I know. I’m a romantic.”

“An extremely late one,” she quips, bumping your shoulder.

“So,” you grin, “anywhere in mind, Miss I’ve-Been-Waiting-For-Weeks?”

“Ugh, don’t make me decide. My brain’s still in thesis recovery mode.”

“Okay. Dinner?”

“Too boring. We’ve been eating instant noodles for a month, my taste buds need a break from trauma.”

“Arcade?”

“Too loud. I want a date where I don’t have to scream over EDM and angry twelve-year-olds.”

“Nature walk?”

She makes a face. “Too many bugs. And walking? On my day off? Be serious.”

You pretend to think deeply, stroking your chin. “Alright. Plot twist. My dorm. Movie night. Games. Comfy clothes. No bugs.”

Yunjin gasps like it’s the greatest idea anyone’s ever had.

“You beautiful, beautiful man. Why didn’t we start there?”

“Because I thought you wanted a real date.”

“This is a real date. If there’s no makeup, no shoes, and a blanket involved, it counts.”

“Deal. But I’m picking the movie.”

“Only if I get to wear your hoodie.”

You glance at her already wearing it. “…You mean keep my hoodie.”

She grins innocently. “Possession is nine-tenths of the law, baby.”

And just like that, the sun sets on another semester—but for once, you’re not stressing over grades or credits.

You’re holding her hand.

You’ve got nowhere to be.

And finally—finally—you get to just be today

After a walk.

Your dorm room is a certified mess, but it’s home. The lights are dim, the air smells like cheap cologne and microwave popcorn, and the couch has two blankets and no structure left in it—but Yunjin walks in like it’s a five-star suite.

“Ah yes,” she hums, flopping down dramatically, “the romantic getaway of my dreams.”

“All expenses paid, courtesy of my tuition debt.”

She laughs, legs kicking in the air as you toss her a pair of fuzzy socks you pulled from the drawer.

“Socks?”

“Coziness is a requirement for this date, princess.”

“You’re lucky I’m easy to impress.”

You load up the PS5, scrolling through your game library while she stretches on the couch like a satisfied cat, hoodie sleeves nearly covering her fingers.

You’re leaning back on the couch, controller in hand, trying to hide the grin spreading across your face as the victory screen flashes in front of you.

“you suck love…” you declare, arms raised, chest puffed like you’re on stage accepting an award.

Yunjin blinks at the screen in disbelief. “…No.”

“Yes.” You stretch with the cockiest smirk known to mankind. “Read it. Victory. Me. You. Owned.”

She whips her head toward you with the look of someone who just got personally betrayed by life itself.

“You got one win—”

“Onedominant win,” you correct.

“—and now you think you’re top dog?”

She narrows her eyes, grabs the controller, and yeets it into the pillow pile. “That’s it. No more of your sweaty esports nonsense.”

You blink. “…What?”

She opens your laptop with dangerous speed, typing like she’s hacking into NASA.

“We’re playing Roblox.”

You choke. “Wait what—”

“NOW.” She’s already loading up Adopt Me! and making a character that suspiciously looks like a gremlin version of you.

“Why are you mad?! I just—”

“Because you killed me with a sneak attack while I was scratching my eye.”

“That sounds like a skill issue.”

She glares at you. “Get in the server.”

Ten minutes later, you’re wearing a Roblox banana suit, driving a pink convertible with Yunjin in the passenger seat.

“I hate this.”

“You love it.”

“You kidnapped me from a PvP game and now we’re picking out pets?”

“And you’re naming yours ‘Loser Baby Boy.’”

“Why mine—”

“Because you got cocky. That’s your punishment.”

You sigh, adjusting your Roblox fedora. “I should’ve let you win.”

“Too late. You awakened my villain arc.”

But as she cackles beside you, legs tangled with yours under the blanket, you realize you’d play the dumbest games in the world just to see her like this—head thrown back, smile wide, ridiculous and beautiful and so yours.

You glance at her avatar now riding a flying cow.

Yeah. Worth it.

“Awwww, look at you,” Yunjin coos, her voice going up about six octaves as she watches your Roblox avatar stumble around the pet shop with a sparkly duck following behind. “My wittle gamer baby with his wittle ducky-wucky.”

You stare at her. “Stop.”

She leans in closer, batting her lashes like she’s lost her mind. “Does the big strong PvP champ wanna buy his ducky a bowtie~? Huhhh? Wanna name him Quacky-Chan?”

“Yunjin.”

“Or should we name him Lil Loser No. 2?” she snickers, poking your cheek. “Just like his daddy~”

“Yunjin, I swear to god—”

But she’s already laughing too hard to finish the sentence, her body practically folded in half as she clutches her stomach. You roll your eyes and shift to the side, trying to hide the grin tugging at your mouth.

“You’re so annoying.”

“And you’re cute,” she says without missing a beat, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. “With your banana suit and your duck.”

You glance at her—hoodie loose, hair messy from flopping around, eyes still gleaming with victory even though she lost an hour ago. She’s chaos incarnate. And she’s yours.

She yawns, mid-scroll, her trash talk slowly tapering off. “What if we build a little blocky house and live there forever? You, me, Duck—maybe a baby Quack later on…”

“You’re delirious.”

“I’m romantic,” she mumbles, leaning sideways until her head lands on your shoulder, cheek smushing against the fabric of your hoodie.

“Mhm. Romantic with drool.”

She doesn’t respond. You glance down.

Fast asleep.

Her breaths even out, fingers still lightly curled near your hand, Roblox still open on her screen—her character now spinning in place beside a lemonade stand.

You don’t move.

Don’t say anything.

Just stay there, still and warm, letting her sink against you while the low hum of pixel music plays in the background.

You tilt your head slightly, pressing a small kiss to her temple.

“Sleep well baby”

And then you smile. Because even in a dumb game with flying ducks and banana suits—this moment?

Absolutely undefeated.

[edamameimei]

where we say goodbye

"but i'm letting go, i'm giving up the ghost. but don't get me wrong, i'll always love you, that's why i wrote you this very last song."

pairing: idol!huh yunjin x dream academy!reader synopsis: yunjin broke up with you and left you and everything behind in new york. years later, you meet each other again and the ghost that haunts you both becomes harder to ignore. tags: mostly angst with a bit of fluff here and there. CW: lots of swearing, kissing. an: just want to put out there that this is not a REAL portrayal of the people mentioned in this fic. all events are fictional and are for entertainment purposes only. wc: 6972

⏯ now playing: oceans and engines - niki

“I bet you can’t make that jump.” 

You looked up at Jen, confused. You weren’t sure what she was referring to. You were sitting on the rooftop of your school, waiting for the sun to set. It was your thing. If one or the other didn’t have an activity after school, you would meet on the roof to watch the sunset together. You always thought it was silly but Jen thought it was a great bonding activity. 

You were also in love with Jennifer Huh and would have done anything for her, but that was a whole different story. 

You walked toward the girl and placed your hands on her shoulders. You peered over the ledge with curious eyes. The jump she referred to was the roof of your gymnasium. There was a gap between the main building and the gym, and below was an alleyway where students would hang out and skip class. In theory, the gap wasn’t extraordinarily huge. It was small enough that you considered taking on the challenge. 

“What would I get if I did it?” You teased, squeezing her shoulders playfully. You knew she didn’t mean it. You knew that Jen would never make a bet like this if it meant you could get hurt. You were too precious to the older girl. Jen looked up at you and rolled her eyes in response, she leaned against you, smiling as she felt you wrap your arms around her shoulders. 

“I’ll kiss you.” It was a joke. Honestly, it was. You both always joked around like this. It was playful, flirty banter between two friends. Jen heard you hum in response. She widened her eyes once she felt your arms removed from her shoulders. Suddenly, your presence was gone. Jen spun around quickly to see you jogging to the other side of the building. You turned around and smiled– that stupid smile. You pointed at her, winking. You shouted, “Say less,” and prepared yourself, taking a deep breath. 

Jen crossed her arms, not believing you would do it. Her brows furrowed as you started running toward the other side, picking up speed. The Korean girl waited for you to slow down, but you kept the same pace. Jen widened her eyes and watched you get closer. She gasped, “Y/n L/n!” Before you could even step foot on the ledge, the older girl grabbed your arm, pulling you into her arms tightly, as if scared you’d try to jump from the ledge again. 

“You fucking idiot.” She whispered into your chest, clutching at your shirt. “You fucking scared me.” You chuckled and held her back, just as tightly. You ran your fingers through her hair, whispering an apology. You stood together for a while, the sun finally setting in the distance. You decided to break the silence first. “I guess I really wanted that kiss.” Jen snorted in response, pulling away slightly to look up at you. She swatted at your shoulder and scoffed, “I was joking.” 

“Well, I’m not,” You challenged. Jen looked for any signs of joking on your face, but there was nothing. She glanced at your lips and looked back up at you. There was a small smile playing on your lips. You pressed your forehead against hers, your lips were centimeters apart. You whispered, “Don’t keep me waiting, Jennifer Huh.” 

You were 15 when you kissed her for the first time. It was a spring day and the flowers bloomed beautifully. 

There were a lot of differences between Los Angeles and New York City. 

But the one difference that mattered to you most was that it had no trace of your ex. 

You often told your friends from high school that you wanted a change in scenery. It wasn’t a lie, necessarily. After living in New York your whole life, the yearning to live somewhere warmer became stronger as the years passed. But what ultimately solidified your decision was that there were no remnants of your ex on the West Coast. 

(Everywhere you went in New York, it reminded you of the Korean girl. Days where you had to take the subway were worse. You often thought about her hand in yours, her head on your shoulder. You kept a pair of wired headphones just so you two could share. These daydreams plagued you to the point where you would miss your stop and get off on hers instead). 

In Los Angeles, you like to think you’re a completely different person. It took you a while to figure out who that person was, but now it’s someone without Jennifer Huh. However, you found it much more difficult once the girl debuted. Your friends, who were avid K-Pop fans, loved Le Sserafim. One of them even shared they were a “Yunjin Bias” (whatever that means, you try not to let it bother you when you glance at their phone case and see a picture of your ex staring at you, tauntingly). But you decide to keep it a secret. One, it was rather embarrassing for you to share that your ex is now a well-known celebrity while you were still a broke, college student. And two, you prefer not to discuss your old relationship. It was a wound that hadn’t closed and that was even more ridiculous to admit. 

It had been at least a year, maybe two. You weren’t sure, you stopped counting. 

You’re at lunch with your friends when they present the flyer they saw on TikTok the day before. It was an audition call for a project created by a music company in Korea and another company in Los Angeles. Hybe x Geffen Records. The Korean company sounded familiar and you wonder if it was one that Jen mentioned when she first started pursuing her career as an idol. You look at your friends who all give you knowing looks, silently telling you to go for it. 

(You imagine Jen squeezing your hand, leaning close to you to whisper, “Only if you’re sure.”)

That night, you take a shot at the audition. It’s not like you were expecting much to begin with. 

You stood in front of Jen’s house, box in hand. Your hands were slightly shaking. You stood there, waiting, knowing what was to come when the door opens. You’ve stood at this front door many times before. This time, unfortunately, maybe the last. 

The door suddenly swung open to reveal the Korean girl. You began to feel nervous, seeing Jen right in front of you. You hadn’t seen her in weeks. After the breakup, you hadn’t exchanged many words until recently. She sent you a text earlier in the week, asking for the stuff she has left at your house throughout the years. These items included band T-shirts, hoodies, jewelry, books, sketchbooks, and other random items. 

Things you never thought you’d part from. 

You handed her the box, trying to keep your composure. Jen took it slowly, not daring to look up at your face. She knew if she did, she would take everything back. She would stay in New York and leave behind everything she has ever worked for. You looked at her, secretly wishing she would. You had so much to say. So much to tell Jen. You wanted to tell her about the cute dog you saw on the walk here. You wanted to tell her how you got accepted to another university. You had so much to say, but you knew it wouldn’t matter anymore. 

You were broken up. And that’s all there was to it. 

Jen took a deep breath, knowing if she stayed longer in front of you, she would want to know how your day went. She would begin to ask minuscule questions just so you would stay longer. She knew herself too well. Jen finally looked up at you, smiling softly. She broke the silence between you two, knowing it was the least she could do. 

“I… Wish you the best.” It was only five words. But it hit you a lot harder than you expected it to. 

(The night you broke up, you begged her for at least a chance to try. They did long distance before so who is to say they couldn’t again? But Jen told you this time was different. This time, she couldn’t risk it).  

You looked at Jen with a softness in your eyes you kept reserved for her and her only. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. You opened them to see Jen, for what may be the last time. You memorized the way her hair fell below her shoulders, the little mole below her eye, and the one on her chin. You took a mental picture of the way Jen looked at you. She doesn’t say it, but you knew. 

She loved you. But now she had to let you go. 

You took a shaky breath and smiled. You couldn’t stand here all day even if you wanted to. You could have stayed here forever. You could have sat outside Jen’s door, waiting for her to come home for years if it meant she would one day. She would still have her Jen smile and soft brown eyes. But instead, you stuffed your hands in your pockets. You took one more glance at the girl and nodded.

“You too.”

Huh Yunjin would have never thought this would be her life now. 

She would have never thought the risk of moving to Korea would be like this. She only saw these things happening in her dreams. The millions of fans, the people genuinely listening to her original songs, the success… It was everything and so much more than she anticipated. She would be lying if there wasn’t a cost. She gave up everything for this amount of love and support from all over the world. She worked so hard. So hard to the point where the exhaustion would become too much. She remembers how often she went to seek comfort from her older members. All the tears she shed to get to this point. But it was all worth it. 

She likes to think it was. 

She arrived at the Hybe building with her members, feeling anxious for their meeting. She hated being called to the conference room, especially if it was to meet with their Head Executive. She never knew what to expect. She always walked into the room with a sense of dread that the news would be disbandment. She always expects it to be a nonsensical rumor created by Knetizens. She always prepares herself for the bad news. 

They sit in the big, intimidating conference room along with their managers. In front of them are the Executives of Source Music. Yunjin always felt so small compared to them. She knew they had the power to do anything, to control her entire life. But Yunjin hates thinking that way. After all, they were the ones who selected her to debut. She watches as their Head Executive smiles at them and Yunjin can’t help but sigh in relief. It’s good news, that’s the most she knows right now. 

He begins to speak. His voice is positive and uplifting. He praises the group for their achievements. He tells them that their most recent comeback was better than their last. He continues his praises, telling them to continue their hard work. To keep ‘fighting.’ Yunjin rolls her eyes internally at his monologue, wanting him to get to the point. Finally, he announces they will be guest coaches for the survival show they have been working on for the last year and a half. It was a collaboration project between Hybe and Geffen Records. Yunjin knew about this project but she hadn’t realized its launch date was coming so soon. It has been kept under wraps for some time and since training was being held in Los Angeles, Yunjin and the rest of her members heard virtually no updates since auditions were announced. He talks about the final 20 contestants chosen for the competition. He explains that Dream Academy was finally becoming a reality. 

Yunjin lights up at this news, excited to finally know something about the ‘Global Girl Group’ project. They begin passing out folders, containing a photo of the contestant and their biography. The folders contain their audition scores and current ranks as of the completion of their training. 

Yunjin studies each and every profile, her heart warm at the thought of all of them sharing one thing in common: wanting to be a star. She loves the diversity of this concept, her eyes twinkling every time she sees a contestant from another country such as Switzerland or Venezuela. She takes her time with each folder, making room in her head to remember who they were. She passes along another folder to Chaewon and is handed one right after. She glances down at the photo, her smile faltering. It was a photo of you in the gray Dream Academy uniform. Your hair is held up with a little black bow and you smile widely at the camera, the dimple in your cheek present. The Korean girl shakily opens the folder, being presented with the information she already knew. 

(Y/n L/n

Hometown: New York City, USA

Age: 21)

She stares at it, her breath caught in her throat. She never thought she would ever see you again. 

(She thinks about the time you two sat on the floor of the dance studio in New York. She listened to you as you talked about how you didn’t feel good enough. She held your hand as she listened to you talk about how you were scared of never being able to be bigger than this. She remembers holding you in her arms while you cried. She remembers kissing you, trying to soothe your worries. She remembers your shy smile. Your cheeks were flushed and your eyes glistened under the big light. Yunjin remembers resting her forehead against yours, your noses brushing against each other. You held her hand. You tell her, “I couldn’t have done any of this without you.”)

Yunjin feels a hand on her shoulder. She looks at Chaewon, trying to remain nonchalant. The older girl giggles and nudges Yunjin playfully. “Are you already in love with one of them? Hurry up and pass it over!” Yunjin slides the folder to her leader slowly, her heart beating rapidly. She is then handed another contestant’s profile but Yunjin can’t help but feel stuck. She’s in a place she hasn’t been in years. 

(That same night, you walked Yunjin home. You kissed Yunjin goodnight, and before you left, you told Yunjin, “I love you.”)

(Yunjin said, “I love you too.”) 

You don’t think you would have survived training and development without Sophia by your side the entire time. 

The Filipina became a source of comfort for you when you first arrived at the dorms. You had no idea what to expect. You remember stories Jen would tell you about her experiences as a trainee in the idol industry and what she had to go through when she did Produce 48. After hearing all the stress she went through, all the horror stories, you never thought you’d willingly put yourself through the same thing. Jen would have called you crazy. Then again, Jen also told you she gave up on her dream of being a K-Pop idol. And look how that ended up. You have to admit, the bitterness still eats you alive some days. 

You lay on the couch in one of the lounges, eyes closed, with headphones over your ears. During your 30-minute break, you let your body take the rest it has been begging for. The last few weeks have been so exhausting. There were moments when you felt you must have fooled yourself into thinking this was what you wanted. Was being a pop star worth it? You only ever saw yourself as a dancer. To be a singer as well? That was Jen. She was always the performer and you were just there. And admittedly, that’s how you liked it. As you rest, your mind drifts off and you feel a hand on your shoulder. 

(For a moment, you imagine it’s Jen. She’d lean down and kiss your forehead gently. She would weave her hands through your hair and tell you about her day. As she talks, you would take her hand, absentmindedly playing with her fingers. Lazily do the ‘secret’ handshake you two made up in middle school).

But as you open your eyes, you see Sophia instead. She smiles down at you, a crinkle in her eyes. She’s probably happy to see you’re taking a real break. She gestures for you to make room on the couch to which you happily oblige. You sit up, scooting over and she takes the spot next to you. She lays against the armrest, placing her legs on your lap. You lean against the couch and glance at her, smiling tiredly. “I think we’re gonna need a sweet treat after this,” Sophia says with a yawn. You nod in response, your hands on her legs. “I’m down. Should we ask Megan or Marquise if they wanna come?” She shakes her head, a twinkle in her eyes as she looks at you. “I was kind of hoping it would be just us?” You tilt your head at her question. Usually, Sophia would be more than happy to allow one of the other girls to join your outing. It was strange to hear her decline that prospect. 

However, your heart leaps at the thought of spending time with the Filipina alone. For a second, you forget about your ex. The way Sophia’s soft skin feels under your fingertips, how she pulls back her bottom lip with her teeth, looking at you for an answer. Of course, you’re okay with it being just you and her. 

It’s a nice change of pace for you. 

“Y/n…” You’re 16. It was a December in New York. 

“Y/n… Wake up.” Jen was visiting from Korea.  

“Y/n L/n!” And it was also your one-year anniversary. 

You shifted in your sleep, groaning at the sound of Jen’s voice. You heard her chuckle, her hand on your cheek. You slowly opened your eyes and saw Jen smiling down at you, excitement in her eyes. She leaned down, kissing you gently. Your eyes fluttered close, reaching out to place your hand on the back of her neck, pulling her closer. After a few minutes, she pulled away, giggling softly. “We should go to the park today! Or go to that new bookstore downtown…?” She spoke animatedly and it caused you to chuckle, pulling her back down with you onto the bed. You wrapped your arms around your girlfriend, kissing the top of her head. “We can do whatever you want, baby.” Jen pouted in response, laying her head on your chest. “What do you wanna do? It’s OUR day, you know?” She raised her hand and you know what she wanted. 

You smiled widely, doing your ‘secret’ handshake. You both giggled as you did so, the handshake muscle memory. You were convinced you could do it with your eyes closed, maybe in your sleep. 

After it was done, Jen laced your fingers together, pulling your hands to her chest. She looked up at you with a twinkle in her eyes. You sighed dramatically, leaning your head back against the pillow. “How about… Bookstore then the park?” You felt Jen nod against your chest. “I like the way you think, baby.” She snuggled closer to you, a content sigh leaving her lips. It wasn’t often when your girlfriend visited, but you were glad she made the time to do so, especially for your anniversary. You knew she was training hard and the fact she loved you this much– to get on a plane and see you, made you feel so lucky. You held her tighter and whispered, “I love you.” She kissed your cheek, whispering back, “I love you too, Y/n. Always.” 

Yunjin feels her heart drop when she and the other members run into the practice room to surprise the Dream Academy contestants. She knew who would be standing there amongst the other girls. But she doesn’t expect you to be the first person she sees. She feels frozen in place, her eyes connecting with yours. Everyone is excitedly greeting each other but you only see each other.

It’s not a figment of each other’s imagination. This was real life. 

(Yunjin remembers walking into the dance studio back in New York. She sees you, breathing heavily with your hands on your hips. You look at her and smile warmly. It was a smile meant just for her and she knew that). 

Yunjin watches as one of the other contestants– Sophia grabs your hand and pulls you excitedly back into their lineup. The Korean girl forgets where she is for a moment. She shakes her head and puts a smile on her face. She knew the cameras were rolling and there was a character that needed to be played. She walks toward her members, taking a deep breath. She takes a moment to look at the Dream Academy contestants. “I know all of your names!” Yunjin finds herself saying. The girls in front of her squeal excitedly at her admission (she notices how you look at the ground). After initial greetings, Yunjin lists everyone’s names. She goes slowly, not wanting to slip up. She is grateful you were last in the lineup because once her eyes land on you again, her breath hitches. 

(Memories of you and her lying on her bedroom floor resurface in her mind. You two often looked up at her ceiling full of glow-in-the-dark stars and talked about anything and everything. She thinks about your favorite color. She thinks about the playlist you made her full of your favorite songs. She thinks about the letters you used to write her). 

“And you’re…. Y/n.” 

You become hyperaware of the cameras on you. You bite your lip, nodding your head. 

(Jen lays with you, her head on your chest. She plays with your fingers and whispers, “I don’t wanna leave you again.” You chuckle, pausing the movie playing on your TV. You look down at her, your free hand tracing her jaw gently. “I know… But we’ll be okay.” Jen sighs, content with your answer. She whispers again, her eyes fluttering close, “We’ll be okay.”)

Since you were young, dancing was always your passion. 

It was the one thing you felt good at. You enjoyed the praise given to you by coaches, dance teachers, and your peers. But as you got older, you became more self-conscious. You were always filled with anxiety, unsure of yourself. You never felt good enough for anything. 

That was until Jennifer Huh entered your life. 

You were 13 when she began attending the same dance studio as you and at first, you were somewhat jealous of the older girl. She excelled at every lesson and adapted well to the stress that came with being a dancer. You were convinced Jen was your competitor. However, as you packed your bag after a hard day of practice, you heard sniffling behind you. You turned and saw Jen, hunched over her bag, shoulders shaking. Your eyes softened when you saw the girl. You walked to her, reaching out to touch her shoulder. She jumped slightly, not realizing there was someone else in the room still. You retract your hand, looking away sheepishly. “Sorry. I just. Are you okay?” 

Jen wiped her eyes before turning around, doing her best to plaster on a smile. But the quiver of her lips revealed her true feelings. She leaned against the wall, looking down at her shoes. “Today sucked,” she said through a quiet laugh. She wiped away the remaining tears on her cheeks and looked at you. There was a hint of admiration in her eyes. “You did really well though… I’m kind of jealous.” It was your turn to laugh. You shook your head, giving her a gentle smile. “Are you kidding? I’m jealous of you.” She tilted her head, a curious look in her eyes. She extended her hand out to you, her eyes, hopeful. “I think we should be friends.” 

You grabbed her hand, shaking it firmly. “I think we should.” You stood there together in silence. Hands still connected, your gaze unbroken. Jen laughed, covering her mouth with her free hand. You laughed as well, feeling lighter as the tension in the room dissipated. Jen squeezed your hand, her tone playful as she spoke, “Let’s make a handshake,” she pulled away from you, raising her hands in front of her as if to brainstorm. You laughed again, throwing your head back. Jen noted the dimple on your cheek, the way your nose scrunched up. You looked at her, raising your hands as well, and nodded. Your cheeks were hurting so much because you couldn’t stop smiling. “Okay. Sure. Let’s do it.” 

That night, your mother scolded you for getting home so late. But you wanted the handshake to be perfect. You wanted more time with the older girl. 

Having Jen– Or Yunjin around makes Mission 2 nearly impossible for you. 

After that surprise meeting with Yunjin and the rest of the Le Sserafim girls, you couldn’t help but feel an aching in your heart. It was something that you tried so hard to push away but the ghost of your relationship with the girl haunts you at random times. 

(Her hand intertwined with yours as you walk down Manhattan. You remember how she always loved Brooklyn during the holidays. In the summertime, you two would sneak away to Queens for a weekend. Those photos sit at the bottom of your dresser in your apartment). 

Yunjin would often come around to check on how you were all doing. It irritated you. So much so, that every time the Korean girl walked into the room, you’d excuse yourself, making a beeline toward the bathroom. You knew you weren’t being fair. But you couldn’t afford to keep fucking up. Even Sophia notices your lack of focus during practice. She addresses it with you a week before the performance and the conversation brings you to tears. As Sophia held you in her arms, you kept your eyes shut, sobbing loudly. 

(You imagine Jen’s arms around you. She whispers into your hair and tells you that she’s sorry. For a moment, you forgive her. If it somehow lessens the pain, you would forgive her over and over again). 

Yunjin decides to pay all the Dream Academy contestants another visit before they begin recording their performances for Mission 2. 

She sees you lying on the floor while your groupmates sit against the wall, waiting to be called. She smiles softly and wonders if you are asleep. 

(She thinks about how easy it was for you to sleep anywhere. Even on the cold floor of the dance studio). 

Her smile falls when she watches Sophia scoot closer to you, picking your head up so you can rest your head in her lap. She sees Sophia’s hand run through your hair, gently so she won’t ruin the hairstylist’s work. Yunjin takes a deep breath, putting on a faux smile as she walks up to you and your group. They all light up at her presence, immediately standing up to greet her. Sophia stays where she is, not wanting to disturb your slumber. The idol looks down at your sleeping form and wishes to be in Sophia’s position. She looks back up, giving the girls a thumbs up. “How are you guys feeling about today?” They all respond with excitement in their voices, a tint of nervousness to their tone. 

You open your eyes to the sound of her voice. You look up, your eyes adjusting to the bright light. You sit up from Sophia’s lap, rubbing your eyes. Sophia stands up, extending her hand out to you. You grab it and allow her to help you up. You keep your hand in hers as you look at Jen– Yunjin. The Korean girl looks at you, her eyes pleading with you to stay just this once. But you can’t help the bitterness festering inside. How dare she ask you to stay? You look away, biting your lip as you hear Sophia begin talking with Yunjin about their performance. 

At some point, the conversation shifts. You don’t realize until Yunjin asks you something, her question making the bitterness grow tenfold. “Y/n… You’re from New York, right?” You don’t look at her, your brows furrowing at her attempt at being friendly. 

(And Yunjin knows it’s stupid because, how can she pretend not to know any of these things already? How can she pretend she doesn’t know the person right in front of her? As if she didn’t know you like the back of her hand at one point in her life).

“Yep.” You try to say it casually, but it comes out much harsher than you intended. Sophia squeezes your hand and looks at you with a questioning glance. Yunjin notices the tone in your voice but she continues, wanting to show you that she is at least trying. “Me too,” she responds and you simply shrug, murmuring, “I know,” under your breath. There is an awkward tension in the room and you can’t bring yourself to care that everyone else can feel it. It pisses you off that Yunjin is attempting conversation with you. And expects you to play along? It was too much for you to handle, especially right before a performance that could make or break your debut. 

“What was your favorite thing about New York?” The question catches you by surprise. You look at her, your eyes wide. You let go of Sophia’s hand and take a deep breath. There were a million things you loved about New York. But they were all ruined. And the way you look at Yunjin tells her that. 

You excuse yourself, telling everyone there was a part of the choreography you needed to focus on before being called to go next. 

“How about Boston?” You looked at Jen briefly before glancing at the pamphlet in her hands. You wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to you. “Why Boston?” You found yourself asking. It was close to home, but Jen never mentioned the city to you. You knew she desired to move somewhere farther away and Massachusetts was only a train ride away. You heard her sigh, placing the pamphlet on the coffee table. She pulled herself away from you and you noticed the annoyed look on her face. You frowned because deep down, you knew why she was settling for Boston. 

It was because she felt lost. She was crushed.

After Produce 48, Jen tried her best to continue her training. However, the Korean girl grew tired of the constant evaluations and repeated rejections. She often called you in the middle of the night, crying about how lonely she felt on her journey. After another year of trying, Jen decided to move back to the States and pretend nothing ever happened. When she came back, you were ecstatic to see your girlfriend again. You were finally together at last and this time, for good. But you knew it had taken a toll on Jen. She used to be so bubbly, so carefree. Her loud voice could be heard from across the room, her laugh recognizable amongst a crowd of people. But now, she was more quiet, preferring to keep to herself. There were days when she wouldn’t speak to anyone, not even you. 

And admittedly, it had taken a toll on your relationship as well. 

You watched Jen walk to her school bag which sat next to the front door. She picked it up, keeping her eyes on the floor. You knew she was hurting inside and you wished you could do something about it. You get up from the couch and walk to her, reaching out to her. But she shook her head, stepping away from you as she put her bag over her shoulders. “Boston has a good business program, let’s just do that.” You opened your mouth to say something but she didn’t give you a chance to do so before walking out the door. 

Once you’ve changed out of your performance outfit, you exit the room, your nerves all over the place. You ignore everyone’s eyes on you as you feel the anxiety building in your body. You pull your hoodie over your head, pulling the strings tightly. You look down and try to calm yourself down with every step you take. 

Damn, Jennifer Huh for making you feel this way again.

You open the exit door, hurriedly walking outside. You can feel the rain seeping through your hoodie but you don’t care. You just needed to leave. You needed to get away from Jen. You continue speed walking with no destination in mind. Suddenly, a hand grabs your arm, pulling you back. You snatch your arm from the person’s grasp and turn around, eyes wide. 

You see Jen looking at you, her eyes glistening with tears. 

“I’m not letting you walk away from this!” Her voice breaks a bit, but she isn’t backing down. You’re going to hear her, even if it takes hours. You only scoff and turn back around, walking again. Jen follows you, determined. “You can’t keep fucking ignoring this!” Jen yells at you, the tears finally streaming down her face. She watches as you stop in your tracks and turn around, pointing a finger at her. 

“What do you want me to do, Jen!” You yell back, looking Jen in the eyes. You continue, your tone harsh. “Did you expect me to play along? Pretend you didn’t break my fucking heart? Is that what the cameras wanted?”  Your voice drips with sarcasm and you expect Jen to back down but she doesn’t, your words only fuel her fire. 

“At least acknowledge my existence, Y/n. Everyone thinks you fucking hate me!” She points at herself, shaking her head frantically. “And I know that’s not true.” Jen’s voice breaks and she looks at you, her eyes pleading. She doesn’t care how wet her clothes are becoming because of the rain, she needs to say this. You step closer to her, your eyes hardening. “How would you know that?” She bites her lip, not knowing what to say. She looks away and you scoff, groaning in frustration. “Why does it matter?!” You yell and Jen pushes you in response. You stumble back a bit, your eyes wide at the action. 

“It fucking matters because I spent years thinking you do! And now that you’re here I’m starting to think I was right!” You sigh, throwing your hands up in frustration. You place them on your head, looking around. You try to keep your composure but you can feel your bottom lip begin to quiver. 

(You’re back to that day. Jen tells you she can no longer be in a relationship with you. She begs you to understand, to let her go. But you never understood. And you never let her go).

You place your arms back at your sides, looking at Jen. Tears fall freely from your eyes. “Well, I didn’t even think you cared, Jen! You have! Millions of fucking people who know your goddamn name!” You step even closer to the girl, your brow furrowed with irritation. You shout, “Millions! And you give a fuck about what I think?! There are people who collect pictures of your face for God’s sake! Why are we having this fucking conversation?!” Jen swats at your shoulder, her anger becoming blinding, “Because your opinion is the only one that fucking matters to me!” Jen screams back, admitting the truth she has kept inside. You feel your heart racing, glaring at Jen. You scream, venom in your tone, “It didn’t fucking matter when you broke up with me!” 

“Of course it mattered, are you fucking serious?!” Jen pushes you again, angry at you for even considering for a second that she didn’t think about you when she made the decision, so angry at you for suggesting that it was for any malicious reasoning. Thunder begins to roar in the distance, a reflection of the current conversation between you and the older girl. You laugh bitterly, shaking your head. You look at the girl and point your finger at her once again. 

“You basically told me I was holding you back from following your dreams, Jen!” You get closer to her face, whispering angrily, “You told me that it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and you couldn’t let anything get in the way of it. So, no, it didn’t fucking matter then. It doesn’t fucking matter now.” You step away from her, your eyes narrowed and you breathe heavily. You were tired of the conversation. You take one last glance at Jen before turning away, walking away with the last bit of dignity you had left. 

“I went to Boston after I debuted!”  

You freeze. You almost didn’t hear Jen’s words. You turn back around, confused, “What did you say?” She looks down at the ground, her lip trembling as she speaks again, “I went to Boston after I debuted because I thought you’d be there.” She closes her eyes tightly. 

(She remembers how desperate she was. The ghost of your relationship lingered in everything she did. It was there when she arrived in Korea for the second time. It told her to rest every time she felt too exhausted to move. She felt it hold her hand as she spoke to Featnots for the first time. And once her activities were over, the ghost watched her book the first flight to Boston). 

“Why… Why did you go to Boston?” There’s a silence. The rain begins to lighten up, slowly calming down after the storm. For a long time, Jen didn’t know why she went to Boston. She didn’t understand why she went to old high school friends who went to college in Boston to ask where you were now. But as she stands in front of you, after no contact whatsoever, she begins to realize the reason. She looks up at you and smiles sadly. 

“I missed you.” You close your eyes, taking a shaky breath. You process the words Jen just said. You process the fact that Jen came looking for you. Even after achieving her dreams, she still missed you. You walk towards Jen, immediately pulling her into a tight hug. She hugs you back, her voice breaking as she speaks again, “Everyone told me you went to Los Angeles instead.” You nod and hear her laugh weakly. She whispers, “I took that as a sign. Maybe we were exactly where we needed to be.” 

You nod again, holding her even tighter. 

(You imagine you were 15 again. You pretend it was another day with her after school and the only thing that worried you was missing the subway).

“I think you’re right.” 

Jen hugged you at the airport before she left for Korea for the first time. 

It was a bittersweet moment, but you knew it was everything she ever wanted. It was all she could talk about. You loved Jen so much and were willing to brave the distance if it meant she would be happy. When she told you about Pledis and the survival show she would be appearing on, it made you nervous for the older girl. You knew Jen would do anything for her dreams, but you didn’t realize it was to this extent. A survival show? That sounded insane. But you believed in her, you always did. And you vowed to be there every step of the way. 

Before leaving, she kissed you like a promise. You did your handshake as if in slow motion, giggling softly when she purposefully messed up so you two could have more time. She took one more glance at you, her eyes twinkling. “We’ll be okay, right?” You nodded, linking your pinky with hers before speaking softly, “Everything will be okay. I promise.” 

It was your last day in Korea. You (surprisingly) survived Mission 2 and now it was time to move forward in the competition. Before leaving, you accept Yunjin’s invitation for coffee before going to the airport. You sit across from her in the booth and feel a warmth spread throughout your body when she smiles at you. Even after all this time, despite growing older, she was still Jennifer Huh from New York. The mole on her chin was removed and her hair was much lighter, but it didn’t erase who she was to you. 

She was your first love. And you were her’s. 

Yunjin looks at you with sincerity in her eyes as says, “I hope you debut.” It was a simple statement. Four words but it still meant everything to you. You can’t help but chuckle, realizing you’re now in her shoes. You hold your hand up, smiling playfully. “Do you remember?” She scoffs at your question, raising her hand, knowing exactly what you were talking about. “I know it better than my own choreography.” 

The handshake was perfect, as if time never passed. You hold onto her hand and the ghost that lingered uncomfortably slowly went away. It left quietly, leaving the door cracked just in case. As you let go of her hand, you imagine yourself closing the door. You smile softly at Yunjin and she returns it. 

“Goodbye, Yunjin.” 

(She stands at the doorway of her childhood home in New York. She waves goodbye before shutting the door). 

“Goodbye, Y/n.” 

a/n: angst is back i am so sorry LOL lmk what you guys think! consider this my debut in le sserafim fic writing. inbox is always open for thoughts and everything else :)

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❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 ALL MINE ALL ME huh yunjin x reader

#02.❀ ͘ ⴰ “looking at the stars, admiring from afar” - girl in red

every time yn has gotten caught staring at yunjin 1.5M views

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➩ CLIP #1 PLAYING… 📼

the camera focused on yunjin at a fansign event as she laughed at a fan’s joke, her eyes sparkling under the venue lights.

off to the side, yn leaned on her elbow at her designated seat, chin propped in her palm as she stared at yunjin like she was the only person in the room.

the fansite camera panned slightly, catching yn’s lovesick gaze.

when yn realized she’d been caught, her expression shifted. she raised a brow at the camera, as if silently saying, "mind your business." then she turned her attention to a fan in front of her with the most innocent smile, as though she hadn’t just been caught mid daydream.

➩ CLIP #2 PLAYING… 📼

during rehearsal, yunjin stood in the middle of the stage, practicing her solo part. her voice echoed through the venue, smooth and powerful.

Off to the side, yn sat on a speaker, her legs swinging idly as she watched yunjin with the kind of focus that would make anyone nervous.

a camera operator zoomed in on yn’s face, capturing the way her lips mouthed along to the lyrics, her gaze unwavering.

suddenly , yn noticed the camera aimed at her. she blinked in surprise, then slowly tilted her head, narrowing her eyes at the lens before looking away with an exaggerated yawn.

➩ CLIP #3 PLAYING… 📼

during an awards show, the members stood in the audience watching the next performance. yunjin, standing a few steps ahead, clapped enthusiastically. yn, on the other hand, seemed to have forgotten about the stage entirely.

the camera caught her gaze locked on yunjin, her lips tugged into the faintest smile. when Yunjin turned to say something to kazuha, yn quickly glanced away, pretending to adjust her hair.

the live broadcast camera zoomed in just as yn side-eyed it, her brow quirking in mock annoyance before she deliberately turned her back to it, causing idols that were looking at the big screen to laugh at the girl antics.

➩ CLIP #4 PLAYING… 📼

In a behind the scenes clip, yunjin was helping chaewon fix her mic. she leaned in close, her hand resting lightly on chaewon’s shoulder.

meanwhile, yn stood a few feet away, arms crossed, clearly watching the scene unfold.

when the staff camera panned to her, yn immediately raised her hand and pointed at the ceiling. “wow, look at that light fixture! so cool,” she said dramatically, avoiding eye contact with the camera.

the staff burst out laughing while yn tried her best to avoid the camera.

➩ CLIP #5 PLAYING… 📼

while filming a group dance challenge for social media, yunjin took center , doing her part in the choreo.

yn, standing in the back, completely missed her cue, too busy watching yunjin.

“yn unnie, it’s your turn!” eunchae said, laughing as she nudged her.

yn snapped back to reality, quickly picking up the moves. “sorry, I got distracted,” she mumbled.

the staff camera zoomed in on her as she raised her brow at it, muttering under her breath, “focus on someone else for a change, geez.”

[ bonus clips of cute yunyn moments ]

➩ CLIP #1 PLAYING… 📼

on a camping trip for a variety show, the members were gathered around the fire roasting marshmallows.

yunjin was struggling to get hers golden without burning it, and yn was quietly watching her from the other side of the circle.

when yunjin finally succeeded, she held it up triumphantly, and yn instinctively clapped.

yunjin noticed and grinned. “yn is my biggest fan guys, she’s a yunjin stan.”

yn froze, realizing she’d been too obvious looking directly at the camera and then back towards yunjin . “I’m clapping for the marshmallow, not you.”

➩ CLIP #2 PLAYING… 📼

on a live, yunjin was reading comments and laughing at the fans’ questions. meanwhile , yn was off screen but could be seen in the background, casually leaning against the wall and watching yunjin with an unreadable expression.

“yn’s been quiet this live,” yunjin said suddenly, turning to look at her. “what are you plotting back there?”

she turned back at the comments, “she’s been staring at you this whole time,” yunjin let’s out a small laugh and turns to yn who gets up from her seat in the back and leaves muttering something about how everyone hates her.

➩ CLIP #3 PLAYING… 📼

the members were in their dorm kitchen, cooking together for a video for fans. yunjin was focused on chopping vegetables, and yn, tasked with stirring the pot, kept glancing over at her.

the camera zoomed in on yn’s expression just as Yunjin looked up and locked eyes with her. “What? Do I have something on my face?”

yn quickly turned back to the pot, mumbling, “no, just making sure you don’t lose a finger.”

“aw, she’s worried about me,” yunjin teased, leaning over to nudge yn with her elbow.

➩ CLIP #4 PLAYING… 📼

at a music show rehearsal, the members were gathered in a circle, discussing their stage positions. yunjin was gesturing animatedly, explaining her ideas, while yn sat quietly beside her, watching her speak with a soft smile.

when yunjin finished, she turned to yn. “you’ve been awfully quiet. any input?”

yn shook her head no with a hum look off to the side to avoid yunjin’s eyes.

the way she snaps her head away when caught will never not be funny.

“focus on someone else for a change” the CAMERA knows what we want, YN!

can we talk about how yunjin lowkey enjoys it when yn gets caught?

yn’s eyebrow raise at the camera is the best thing ever

I think the cameraman has personal beef with yn…

yunjin that girl don’t gaf about those ideas

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HAVE YOU DONE IT BEFORE?

HUH YUNJIN X READER

FT. LE SSERAFIM, NEW JEANS MINJI AND AESPA GISELLE

TAGS: VIRGIN, SIZE KINK, MOUTH CUM, CREAMPIE

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College is a different world. Girls celebrate when they take someone’s virginity. Body counts became a social status. The campus finds out that one of the freshmen in the basketball team is still a virgin. Yunjin, a popular sophomore, takes this as a challenge. On Halloween night, she sought to have your first time.

“How can I get the basketball team’s attention?” Yunjin is laying on a bed with her friends, brainstorming what costume they will wear at the Halloween party. “Let’s wear some Jerseys!” Kazuha sits up, surprised herself that she came up with that idea. “That’s not a costume,” chaewon interrupted. “It doesn’t matter, what jersey will we wear?” Yunjin is excited with the idea.

All heads are turned when Yunjin and her group sets foot in the Halloween party. For this year’s Halloween. It will be celebrated in one of the frat houses. It is a big house, and selected people can go to a few rooms to have “privacy.” They don’t need to look for the basketball team as they are the loudest and the most chaotic boys on the campus. They are seated in the lounge area of the house surrounded by girls who're also shooting their shots.

“The fuck?” Yunjin blurted when a girl who was dressed in a punk princess costume bumped into her. Minji, a freshman who looks too young to be in college, apologizes quickly. She’s looking around her friends who left her to be with some boys. “Watch where you’re going! Gosh,” Yunjin let it go just because she doesn’t want her mood to get ruined.

The girls walk up in front of the players, wanting to get noticed. A senior saw the girls wearing Lakers jerseys. “Lakers! Lakers!” The team erupted in a chant. “Do you know the lakers?” Another senior asks the girls. “Tell us about them for tonight” Yunjin rebutted with a smile. Kazuha’s plan of wearing a basketball jersey just worked. Now all she needs to do is to have private time with the freshman.

She’s looking around to find the Freshman as he only saw him in pictures. The freshman is in the corner in between some sophomore’s players. Yunjin’s eyes widened when she noticed that the freshman was bigger than some players. The freshman has been recruited in the basketball team based on physical aspect alone. You are the back up center of the team as they ought to develop your skill set with his 4 year tenure in college.

You are taller and bigger than anyone your age, that’s why you grew up being an outcast as everyone feels intimidated by your sheer size. This hinders your social skills, thus being shy around people. Yunjin pauses for a second, thinking if she still will pursue you. She is not a stranger to taking big cocks but your body tells you that you might have the biggest cock she will ever see.

Chaewon notices the brunette girl’s hesitation. “Can you imagine how popular you might get by taking the virginity of the biggest guy on the campus?” The short-haired girl said. She might not be able to walk properly for a few days but the fame she will have is enough for her to continue on her pursuit. “Hey, big boy~” Yunjin said to you as she sat on your lap. “Damn you got this boy!”, “don’t let us down big boy!” The basketball team cheered in excitement as one of their freshmen just got a chick for tonight.

“H-hi,” you said awkwardly as Yunjin was sitting on your right thigh. The brunette smiles as she thought it would be easy to get you tonight. “I heard a lot of things about you,” She said while holding the guy’s arms, gently feeling his muscles. You took a big gulp as this is the first time girls advance on you like this. “I heard you were strong…” she continued as her fingers ran all over the guy's arms. “I heard rumors on how strong you are!” Your teammate said. Yunjin’s friends are now in between the players.

But one girl has caught Yunjin's attention, she has long pink hair and is wearing a Spider-Man costume. One of the senior players has his arms around the girl as they are obviously flirting with each other. The girl looks familiar but she doesn’t know her name. She has seen her a few times in the hallway before, concluding that the girl is also a sophomore like her.

“Lift her up!” Your teammate shouts. “Lift her up, lift her up!” The rest of the team chant in unison. You look at Yunjin waiting for a response. She just smiles at you before whispering: “lift me up like a trophy.” The way she said it turns you on. For a brief moment, you forgot how socially awkward you are. You put your hands on her armpit as you lift Yunjin before standing up. Yunjin is surprised at how easy it is for you to lift her. She felt something… knowing that you can just toss her around like a rag doll. Pools of fantasies flash on her mind.

The team erupts with the display of your strength. The pink haired girl has been also lifted up in the air by the player she’s flirting with. Yunjin felt annoyed as she doesn’t like sharing the spotlight with another girl. Giselle doesn’t care about what’s happening around her. All she cares about is that getting lifted in the air might be the last straw. She wraps her legs around the basketball player and hugs him into a kiss.

The basketball team and the crowd pause for a moment before the crowds erupt in a roar. They are all shook by the sudden show of affection between the two. The crowd continues to cheer as Giselle has been put on top of the guy's shoulder, carrying him like a sack of potatoes. She carries Giselle upstairs to get a room of themselves.

“You should also get a room!”, “carry her as well!” Your teammate said excited for you to bag the brunette. Yunjin see’s this perfect opportunity and took it. “Yes! Let’s get to know more about each other upstairs!” She said giggling but her eyes were hinting at something else. This makes you nervous but you don't want to disappoint Yunjin. You pick her up by the waist and legs, carrying him upstairs like a princess.

“Have you done it before?” Yunjin asked as if she didn't know the answer. “D-done what before?” You know what she’s insinuating but you don’t know how to answer her. You can lie and tell that you have an experience but she may sense your inexperience or you can just tell the truth but you thought this will turn her off. “Hmm, let’s ask a different question, have you kissed a girl before?”

“Y-Yes,” you said feeling guilty. You have been kissed on the lips by your highschool classmate before. “No no, I feel jealous,” Yunjin pouts, her face looking sad. Yunjin doesn’t really care about it, she is just acting jealous to get a reaction from you. Not knowing what to do, you try to explain yourself to her. “Can you kiss me as well?” Yunjin said hoping she can start the action by making out with you.

Agreeing with her, Yunjin sits on top of you again. She puts her two arms around your neck. You can’t look her in the eye as you don’t know exactly how to kiss a girl. “It’s okay, just close your eyes, let me kiss you,” she assures you. You close your eyes waiting for her lips, she closes the distance between your lips before giving you a peck in the lips. You thought that’s it and tried to open your eyes but you felt another kiss from her. The kiss lasted longer in your lips, and you felt her tongue trying to go inside your mouth.

Her kiss becomes more passionate and now her tongue is being persistent in entering your mouth. You feel your cock twitch as it gets harder. Yunjin notices this too as she felt your buldge. She smiles as she knows that what she’s doing is working. She continues to kiss you with now holding your face, she tries to make it as passionate as she can. She’s initiating a make out session with you.

Opening your mouth, trying to kiss her back. Her tongue finally enters your mouth as it’s inviting your tongue for a torrid kissing. This is your first time having a make out session, you try to follow her rhythm as you move your tongue but Yunjin just kisses you deeper, having her tongue exploring your mouth. Your kissing has now become a sloppy one. Mouths are wetting as you’re sharing saliva, Yunjin finally pulls back to take a breath.

Yunjin heard a loud bang that came from the opposite room but she didn’t mind it. Giselle got pinned against the wall in the other room. “Let me see your cock,” the brunette said. You froze for a moment, you don’t want to but you don’t want to turn her down as well. Yunjin continues as she didn’t receive any disapproval from you. She kneels to pull your pants down to your feet. She got shine on how big it really is.

She is expecting you to have a big cock based on your height and body but your cock is more massive than expected. It has a grit as big as your forearm. Yunjin gulps in nervousness, she is in too deep now to go back. She spits on your cock multiple times before smearing it all over your cock. She’s trying to lubricate your cock to make it easy sucking it.

You moan just by her touch, your cock is being touched by a girl for the first time. Yunjin finds it cute that you’re already moaning, she strokes your cock faster to elicit more moans from you, she doesn't get disappointed. The brunette is now looking at the thick tip of your cock, thinking if she can take it. “Imagine how popular you will get,” are the words that ring on her mind before putting your cock in her mouth.

With just your tip, Yunjin's mouth is already stretched. You’re looking at her intensely, this is the first time you've had a blowjob, you don’t want to miss any details of it. The girl got motivated by your enthusiasm. She tries to lower her face, to have more of your cock. She’s halfway through your shaft but she finally gag. Your huge cock is too much for her mouth. Her cheeks are filled up by the girth of your cock. Your dick could compete with the biggest dicks on porn sites even Yunjin knows that.

She looks back at you with helplessness written on her face. She can’t take more of it. She pulls her head up to take a needed break. Tears are forming on her eyes as she coughs. The brunette looks defeated. She worries that if the campus finds out she can’t take your cock, she might lose her popular status. She gathers herself, ties her hair up and puts your cock on her mouth again.

Yunjin tries different approaches to swallow your whole cock. First, she tried to go as slow as possible, she wanted to make herself get used to the size of your cock. This doesn’t add inches on how much of your cock she can take. Second, she tried to go fast, her head bobbing faster on your cock. With this method, she forced herself to take more than just of your massive cock. This also feels good to you, her tight mouth is sucking you over and over again.

“Mhmm! WTF?!” Yunjin was surprised by your sudden release. You don’t know how to hold it yet and she’s sucking you too good. This made the girl pull away. Her mouth is full of your load, some of it drools down on her face. She thought that she should have anticipated that you will cum fast because you’re still inexperienced. Yunjin doesn’t want to spit it out, she opens her mouth to show you the amount of cum you released on her, she puts her tongue out to show more of it before finally swallowing it.

“Ha Ha, did I suck you that good? Tell everyone I give the best head!” Yunjin hysterically laughs, she might not be able to deepthroat your whole cock, she takes your orgasm as a victory. She strokes your cock again, surprised as you didn’t lose any hardness after you just released. Yunjin hands look way too small when holding your massive cock. Even when she holds it with two hands, it will only cover a half of your cock.

The brunette stands up to remove her jeans, she makes sure to turn her back against yours to give you a good view of her ass. She pulls down her underwear, bending down as she lowers it. Yunjin has a well shaped ass. You were surprised that she has a nice ass in her petite build. The girl sits on your lap again. She sits directly on top of your cock, you can feel her wet slit grinding against your cock as Yunjin tries to tease you before taking your virginity.

The girl squats up while reaching your cock, it aligns it to her slit. You already moan as your tip enters her pussy. This made her laugh for a bit, Yunjin tries to hide the fact that she’s nervous. The girl lowers herself slowly, you can feel her tight slit hugging your cock. Just by taking the tip and some of your shaft, Yunjin struggles to sit deeper as she is already stretched out. The girl doesn’t like being in a vulnerable position, she doesn’t want you to think that she’s weak because she can’t take your cock.

she lets out a war cry before carelessly sitting deep on your cock. This made the two of you moan loudly. Yunjin is stretched out more than even, she moans in pain as your massive cock is stretching her walls to the fullest. You moan loud as this is the first time you felt your cock being inside of a pussy. Her walls are tight and warm, it’s hugging your cock like it wants you to cum already. Even with her desperate attempt, Yunjin hasn't fully sat on your cock as a whole. She just just sits on it more than how deep she deepthroat you.

The brunette is contented by this, she can just make an excuse that no girl can take your cock as a whole and this is the deepest anyone can get. Yunjin is holding on your chest as she tries to pull herself up. This made the two of you moan again loudly. Yunjin feels her walls are collapsing as your massive cock is going out of her. This sensation feels too good for you. Yunjin doesn’t care anymore. She repeatedly sits on your cock. Not caring about how painful it is.

Yunjin looks determined, she looks you directly in the eyes with glimpses of hatred. She hates how massive your cock. Yunjin keeps moaning as she continues to sit on your cock. She removed the Lakers jersey as she felt her body heating up. Yunjin's boobs are in front of you. She has small but well shaped boobs that perfectly compliments her frame. She reached for your two hands to put in her boobs.

She feels your cock twitch as you hold her boobs, Yunjin smirks for a bit, even though she's struggling with your cock. She still has full control of the situation. You grab her boobs, squeezing them gently. Yunjin unlocks her bra and removes it to give you a better view of how perfect her body is. She is a confident woman, she knows that one of her strengths is her sexy petite body. She holds your fingers trying to teach you to pinch and play with her perky boobs.

The brunette who’s on top of you knows moves faster. It doesn’t hurt her as much anymore as she gets used to your girth. She tried to go deeper but her human body really has a limit. Yunjin knows find her rhythm, you are are speechless on how good this feels, paired up the sight of a orange haired chick who’s fucking herself in your cock while her boobs is on your hands.

The girl felt your cock twitching inside her. “Cum inside me, tell everyone that I have the best pussy!” Yunjin says loudly. She picks up her pace and guides your hand to her waist to help her get stabilized. Yunjin moans as this feels good now for her too. Your cock twitches more signaling you’re about to cum. Yunjin sits on your cock as deep as possible. She let out a loud moan as your massive cock stretches her slit more. Loads of your hot cum fill her slits. Yunjin feels your cock released more inside her as you cum as much as the first one.

Yunjin tiredly lay down beside you, her slit looks like a mess, her slit is still stretched wide open as loads of cum keep flowing out of her. She made it, she finally took the most massive cock in the campus. She took the biggest freshman’s virginity. Yunjin smiles while her eyes are still closed due to how tired she is. She is already basking on this achievement. Yunjin plans to lay down for a while before going back to the party downstairs. She felt that you already stand up

“Wait for me,” Yunjin said while still catching her breath. She wants everyone to know that you did it with her. She looks confused as you are now standing on the edge of the bed. The brunette’s eyes widen when you pull her close to you. Holding her legs up with your both arms. Yunjin looks horrified when you align your cock on her slit.

[xespa]

AFTERGLOW ✶ HUH YUNJIN 🍒

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝖥𝖤𝖠𝖳𝖴𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦 huh yunjin x f!reader ⋅ 𝖶𝖮𝖱𝖣 𝖢𝖮𝖴𝖭𝖳 1,967 words ⋅ 𝖦𝖤𝖭𝖱𝖤/𝖳𝖠𝖦𝖲 sub!reader, roommates au, soft dom!yunjin, fluff, explicit smut

𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 ⟳ alcohol consumption, both reader and yunjin are bisexual, small mention of “slut-shaming” (not from yunjin tho), yunjin is WHIPPED, overstim, fingering, oral (f. rec), multiple orgasms, spanking

“It’s like…everyone’s so fucking boring nowadays.” Yunjin rambles on as she takes another sip of her wine. “I just can’t find the right one that matches my vibe.”

You nod, “I feel. Literally everyone I talk to is lame as hell, they always rather stay in and watch movies than go on an actual date, which is fine sometimes…but all the time? Hard pass.”

It’s 2 am on a saturday night and neither of you had anything to do, you proposed going out clubbing but Yunjin wasn’t in the mood for that kind of night. She was more of a laid-back, chill type of girl while you were always out late partying and coming home with someone new every weekend. It’s not like Yunjin didn’t have guys (or girls) over either, she was just more discreet about it and made sure you were gone whenever she brought anyone over. She felt like she wouldn’t be able to face you again if you ever heard what she was doing.

“That’s ‘cause they’re just trying to fuck, oldest trick in the book y/n.” Yunjin chuckles as you lightly smack her arm. “What— it’s the truth! Anyone with eyes would wanna get in your pants.”

Well, maybe that explains why you’re always getting texts at 2-3 am asking to “come chill” even though you know how it’s going to end and you fall for it every. single. time. Maybe that’s why your last hookup called you “for the team” to all his friends, you fucked on the first “date” but only because he showed you cute pics of animals he rescued (curse you for being such a softie). But generally, it didn’t take much for you to want to sleep with someone because you had sexual needs just like everyone else, except you were a girl and that wasn’t very “ladylike” of you. That didn’t stop you from actively seeking potential sex partners though.

“Ugh, don’t say that! I’m just more of a lowkey person.. I don’t mind netflix dates but damn, ya girl could really use some wining and dining once in a while.” You express frustratedly. It’s been a while since you’ve been taken somewhere nice and the thought of someone planning a cute outing together made you yearn for a relationship even more.

Yunjin’s brows lift in confusion, “do I not already do that for you every day?”

She’s constantly cooking for you, soon as you wake up breakfast is made with your favorite—pancakes and fluffy scrambled eggs! She’d also cook you dinner once you got home from an exhausting day of work, she was the perfect roommate you could’ve ever stumbled upon.

“You do— but that’s different..” Your voice trails off, thinking of any excuse as to why but you couldn’t put a finger on it.

“How? Am I only your maid that cooks and cleans for you? Not worthy of anything else?” She pouts dramatically, of course she’d get offended by something so little.

“Yunnie don’t do this right now, you know I appreciate you and your sweet gestures all the time.” Sighing as you sink further into the couch, you decide to spill more about your not so eventful sex life.

“It seems like most guys only care about getting their nut then dipping, I barely finish if it at all after..” You realize how embarrassing that sounds to admit but you had to confess this to someone, you don’t even know why you continue to torment yourself with this kind of treatment.

Yunjin shakes her head in disbelief, appalled at the sad truth of your current dilemma. She too however, faced a similar issue at hand. She can’t seem to find anyone that’ll keep up with her crazy high sex drive. “That sounds truly awful, what the fuck? I’d have you on orgasm number five just from my fingers alone.”

Holy shit, did she really just say that? The wine is most definitely getting to her now. The room got real quiet for a second.

“Y-you would?” You ask innocently, batting your lashes at her.

She wanted to retract her statements out of embarrassment but you didn’t look put off by her advances at all, instead intrigued. Her cheeks turned rosier, very unexpected of you to put her on the spot like that but she was the one who opened pandora’s box to begin with. “I mean… yeah? Why wouldn’t I?” She replied, biting her lip as she gauges your reaction to see if what she said was okay. “I’m more of a giver than receiver anyway, I love giving head it’s my specialty. I’d leave you with that afterglow if you let me babe.”

Well now you were going to have to find out, you can’t just let her make such bold claims like that without having the proof to back it up first. You’ve always found your roommate extremely hot but you never tried anything out of respect for her boundaries, she did the same but her urges to make a move on you kept growing as you complained more and more about your past experiences— she wanted to show you how it was really done.

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Yunjin was determined in making sure you have a great time. Your pretty body splayed under her with your backside facing upward, giving her the view of a lifetime. “Fuck…” she curses under her breath, her digits sinking into your dripping core, greedily taking all of her in. You muffle the sounds of your moans by covering your mouth, you had a habit of doing so since you didn’t want to wake Yunjin whenever she was sleeping while you were getting it on.

“C’mon you don’t gotta be shy babe, be as loud as you want with me.” She husks, giving a spank to your left cheek leaving a visibly red handprint. Hands sliding up the curves of your body, caressing you as she pumps her fingers deeper. “Mmh.. fuck— Yunnie keep going.” whimpering out pathetically as your walls clench around her. She adds another digit to the mix, watching them disappear in your cunt while looking at your perfectly round, plump ass. Never in a million years would she think she’d be doing this to her roommate of all people.

You felt a knot tying in your stomach from the pleasure, grabbing onto the leather couch tightly—feeling yourself getting close already. “Sound so pretty when you moan, don’t stop.” She encourages sweetly, “I’m making you feel good, aren’t I?” Sounded more like a statement rather than a question.

“Y-yes, think I’m gonna cu— oh fuck!” Eyes roll to the back of your head as feel yourself come undone on Yunjin’s fingers, creaming all over them as she continues fingering you, thumb swiping harshly over your clit to help ride out your high. The overstimulation was too much to handle for you, bratty whines escaping your lips as you just couldn’t take anymore.

“On your back now.” She orders, producing another spank to your rear, you squeal from the contact but get up and lye on your back as she told you to do. “Open.” Yunjin groans impatiently for you, slipping in her fingers coated with your milky essence. You suck them off one by one, getting a taste of yourself while looking directly in her eyes. God…you were going to be the death of her.

“Mmm.. so fuckin’ hot babe.” She smirks, planting a soft kiss to your lips to get a taste on your tongue. She needed to have more of you. Kissing down your chin, neck, collarbone, chest, all the day down to your navel—faint blotches of red appear on the bruised skin; creating a beautiful masterpiece on your body. More kisses are pressed into your soaked inner thighs, trailing her lips up to your entrance as she licks her lips before she begins feasting.

“Don’t hold back on me baby, be as rough as you want.” She coos, lowering her head to flatten her tongue, licking a long, slow stripe against your throbbing slit.

“Shit!” You almost cry from how good she feels against you already, bucking your hips into her mouth as she sucks on your puffy bundle of nerves. Eyes looking up at you fiercely while she watches you shake and writhe under her. “So good, so goood. Just like that, don’t stop please!” You continued grinding your core on her face, making a leaky mess all over her. She could care less though, she’ll happily drown in your juices any day.

Her fingers return back inside for extra stimulation but you end up crying out more, the feeling has your head spinning intensely. You don’t know how much more you can possibly take but you firmly pull on her hair for leverage, tightly tugging it not caring if it hurts since she said not to hold back. Her free hand caresses your thigh gently, flicking her tongue rapidly on your clit and lapping up your wetness, you taste like a dream.

“Oh my god…” you mewl slightly above a whisper, you suddenly forgot how to use your voice. Her mouth was making you feel more than amazing, better than anything you’ve felt before. You feel bad for all the guys and girls you fucked in the past because they definitely won’t be getting a call back from you now.

“Taste so sweet baby,” she mutters before shortly going back to what she was doing, “mmmm…” she hums against you and the vibrations leave you shuddering. Another orgasm erupts out of you as you scream her name louder, spasming and shaking under her touch. This time your release squirts out onto her tongue, licking up every drop, even the left over excess on your thighs.

She presses a kiss to your abused clit, lightly dragging a finger over it to rub in circles, making it swell up again. “P-please Yunnie, no more… n-no more.” You whine again and again but she just pretends not to hear you. She’s not going to stop until she’s completely satisfied with the end result. The end result being you looking a total fucked-out mess.

“Shut up. Stop talking.” Her eyes darkened, giving you a menacing glare. You don’t utter another word, you wouldn’t dare test her right now.

She slings your leg over her shoulder and pushes you in closer, teasing your sensitive entrance while curling her fingers inside, she could do this all day if you’d let her. Your breath shortens, digging your nails deeper into her skin from the bliss you feel— you were overly sensitive and felt another one nearing your way. She wasn’t even using her tongue on you anymore, she was just so good with her fingers alone it was enough to have you squirting all over her.

And you did just that, again. “That’s right baby, cum all over my fingers like a good girl.” She praises, feeling the tightness of you wrap around her. Your body was so numb. Panting, moaning, vision getting blurry as you coat her fingers with your cream for the third time in a row. She pulls them out slowly, letting you drip all over the couch, chuckling with endearment of you. It almost didn’t feel real with the way she was making you cum so easily for her. She had a natural talent at this it seems. You felt weightless, as light as air in her touch, a radiant beam of ecstasy lingers within you.

“That was…incredible.” You gush, ruffling her already disheveled hair, “I haven’t felt like this in a really long time.”

Yunjin kept smirking; boy you were in for so much more tonight. “Mm.. just relax pretty, ’m not even close to being done with you yet. Gonna have everyone know who’s my name once we’re finished.”

[yunjinietown]

𖦹₊ ⊹ NOTES OF THE HEART

PAIRING : rockstar! yunjin x fem! reader

GENRE : fluff , gl

SYNOPSIS : your uni music festival takes place and your best friend, yunjin, is performing on stage a specific song that she wrote, but little do you know this song is about you…

NOTE : hi luvs :3 i changed my whole acc so it is fully concentrated on yunjin, so feel free to request any type of stories with yunjin and fem! reader in the comments or anything mwahh!!

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the sound of a guitar echoed through the air, rippling like waves over the crowd gathered at the university’s annual music festival, the atmosphere alive with excitement and anticipation

the crowd was filled with students from every corner of the campus — nervous but eager, hopeful but unsure

the entire school had been buzzing for weeks about the headliner of the night: huh yunjin, the mysterious and undeniably talented musician who had been the talk of the school for months, and who happens to be your best friend since several years now

you stood at the edge of the crowd, your eyes scanning the stage for a glimpse of her. yunjin. you knew her from a while since it’s have been several years since you’re best friends, and yet, this shy girl who wasn’t the type to flaunt her talent around in everyday life is performing on stage in front of your whole school, and you’ve never been prouder than in this exact moment

the lights dimmed, the murmur of the crowd stilled, and then — she stepped onto the stage

her presence was electric. dressed in a simple white tank top accompanied by a red pair of jeans, her hair with a headband cascading down in soft waves. it was simple yet enough for your heart to beat faster

the crowd’s excitement reached a fever pitch as she strummed the first chord of her song

you held your breath, watching her intently as she sang with raw emotion, her voice filled with a depth you’ve never heard before, even though the millions times you’ve passed together while she would’ve sing with her beloved electric guitar

it wasn’t just the melody that made the song so captivating; it was the way she poured her heart into it, the way every note seemed to reveal something deeply personal

“i wrote this one for someone who doesn’t know how much they mean to me,” yunjin said, her voice carrying through the microphone. “someone who’s always been there, without asking for anything in return: this is for you, my dear y/n” she looked directly at you

you froze, eyes wide, heart hammering in your chest. had she? no, it couldn’t be. but there was something in the way she sang, something in the way her gaze locked onto yours, the song was for you

the chorus suddenly hits you like a wave.

"and i would say i love you, but saying it out loud is hard, so i won’t say it at all, and i won’t stay very long. but you are the life i needed all along, I think of you as my sister, although that sounds dumb..”

it was almost impossible to ignore the way your heart responded, how every word she sang seemed to reach deep into your soul, stirring something you had kept hidden for too long

when the last note of the song rang out, the crowd erupted in applause, but yunjin didn’t move. she stood there for a moment, her eyes still locked on yours, her lips curled into a smile, soft and knowing, which almost completely made your heart stop beating

the performance ended, and the crowd began to disperse, the night air cool against your skin

you stood still, letting the music fade into the background as you tried to process what had just happened. you didn’t know how long you’d been standing there when you felt a gentle hand on your arm

you turned around, yunjin was there, her expression unreadable, yet there was something in her eyes that spoke volumes —something that made the world feel smaller, quieter, like everything had suddenly shifted into place

“hey,” she said, her voice low but warm. “can we talk?”

you nodded, your heart pounding as she gently took your hand, guiding you through the crowd. you’ve walked past the festival grounds, through a quiet path lined with trees, until you reached a secluded spot by the river that ran along the edge of the school

the sound of the water flowing, the rustling leaves, and the distant hum of the festival created a peaceful atmosphere, far away from the chaos of the crowd

yunjin suddenly stopped, turning to face you. she took a deep breath, her gaze not quite meeting yours as she spoke

“i’ve wanted to say this for a while now, but i couldn’t find the right moment... or the right words.” she paused, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her white top, as if trying to gather her thoughts. “the song i sang tonight, it was for you. i’ve been thinking about it for so long, about what i feel, about how hard it’s been to keep it to myself”

your heart raced, a mixture of emotions bubbling to the surface. the river beside you two reflected the stars above, but all you could focus on was her, standing before you, so vulnerable yet so confident at the same time

“you...” y/n began, but your voice faltered. “you wrote that song for me?”

yunjin nodded, her eyes finally meeting yours, full of honesty. “i did. i’ve never felt this way about anyone before. i didn’t know how to tell you, how to make you understand... but i guess tonight, it just felt right”

you took a step closer, the distance between yunjin and you narrowing. the world around you felt like it had quieted, leaving only the rhythm of your heartbeat and the cool summer night air

“i’ve felt it too,” you finally whispered, the words tumbling out before you could stop them. “i’ve felt it since the first time i saw you during highschool. since the first time i heard your voice. there’s something about you... something that draws me in, something i can’t explain”

she smiled, a small but genuine smile that made her chest ache with tenderness. slowly, as if reading the unspoken words between you two, she reached up and cupped your face with her hand. her thumb traced the curve of your cheek, her touch gentle but firm, grounding you in the moment

“i’m glad,” yunjin whispered. “i was so scared that you wouldn’t feel the same, but now that i’m here, with you, i think i’ve never been more certain of anything in my life”

you didn’t need to say anything else. your hand found its way to hers, and you both stood there for a moment, just breathing in each other’s presence. the world felt vast and full of possibilities, but in that instant, nothing mattered more than the two of you standing under the stars, the river flowing beside you

and then without another word, she leaned in

the kiss was soft at first, tentative, like the beginning of a beautiful song. but it deepened, slowly, with the same passion and honesty that had filled her performance earlier. her lips were warm against yours, and for the first time in what felt like forever, everything made sense

when yunjin and you finally pulled away, you rested your forehead against hers, your breath shallow and your heart still racing

“i think,” you began, breathlessly, “we’re meant to write our own song, together...”

yunjin smiled, a gleam of happiness in her eyes when you two finally pulled away, you rested your forehead against hers, your breath shallow and your heart still racing, “i think you’re right”

and with that, the night wrapped itself around you both, the sound of the river gently lapping at the shore, as you stood there, hands intertwined, yunjin and y/n’s hearts in perfect harmony.

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[duvetchico]

stupid in love

summary you’re down bad for yunjin. rumors say she’s crushing on someone, and you’re losing it hoping it’s you. turns out, she’s been in love with your dumb ass the whole time.

genre fluff / humor / mutual pining / best friends to lovers / gay panic™

pairing huh yunjin x fem!reader

masterlist.

you are so fucking tired of people saying “i think yunjin has a crush.”

like ok. good for her. congrats to her and her mysterious crush. may they live happily ever after. whatever. you’re not bitter. totally unbothered. you’re just gonna lie down in traffic real quick.

because the thing is… you’ve been in love with her for, like, ever. and not in a chill way. in a “i see her tie her hair up and forget how to breathe” way. in a “she hugs me for too long and i have to physically restrain myself from proposing” kind of way.

and now everyone keeps talking about her stupid crush and you’re spiraling. if it’s not you, you’re gonna eat drywall.

“i’m just saying,” chaewon whispers one night like she’s gossiping about a celebrity scandal, “yunjin’s totally into someone. she’s been singing love songs in the shower.”

“maybe she just likes music,” you say, deadpan, already preparing to scream into a pillow later.

“she’s been smiling at her phone like a loser,” kazuha adds, sipping her tea.

you… dying. combusting. already halfway into a breakdown.

“okay cool,” you say, casually, while gripping your chopsticks like you’re about to stab someone. “good for her.”

meanwhile, yunjin walks into the room, looks at you, and goes, “hey loser,” with a grin that’s all teeth and heart-eyes.

and you? you just sit there blinking like a broken npc because holy fuck she’s so pretty and she called you loser in that tone and you're this close to kissing her out of pure emotional instability.

you’re unwell. actually.

you almost confess like. five times. every time you chicken out. flop behavior. you should be banned from having feelings.

the closest you come is during a dumb late-night kitchen moment. it’s 2:43am. you’re both standing in front of the fridge like divorced parents debating what to eat.

she’s wearing your hoodie. your hoodie. sleeves covering her hands. hair messy. half-asleep. and she’s so close.

you look at her. you open your mouth.

“i like your face,” is what you almost say.

but what actually comes out is “do you want noodles or eggs?”

yunjin blinks. “…what?”

“i said noodles. or eggs. pick one. coward.”

you don’t speak for the next thirty minutes.

everything gets worse when you see her and kazuha laughing together. they’re holding hands for some reason??? why are they touching?? why is yunjin giggling like that. why is your soul leaving your body.

you go to the bathroom and stare at your reflection like “girl be so serious rn.” you look insane. you feel insane. you’ve entered the third act of a queer romcom and it’s giving cringe.

y/n u busy? yunjin for you? never. what’s up?? y/n having an aneurysm come to the roof. i need to tell u something yunjin if u push me off i swear to god

you’re already pacing when she gets there. full gay panic. knees weak, arms spaghetti.

“yo,” she says, casually. like you’re not about to emotionally vomit all over her.

“yo,” you say back, voice cracking. excellent start.

she squints at you. “you good?”

“define good.”

“…are you dying.”

“maybe.”

you inhale. then just. let it rip.

“do you have a crush on someone?”

she blinks. “wow okay. starting strong.”

“answer the question, yunjin. this is life or death.”

she tilts her head, arms crossed. “why?”

“because i—i just. i need to know,” you say, immediately regretting this entire thing.

she stares at you. her expression shifts. softens.

she squints at you. “why? you jealous or something?”

you snort way too aggressively. “pshh. no. haha. what the fuck. who. me. jealous. lol.”

a beat of silence.

“you are jealous,” she says, grinning. “holy shit.”

“shut up,” you groan, covering your face with your hands. “fuck. forget i said anything.”

“can’t. too late. it’s burned into my memory forever.”

you peek at her through your fingers. she’s just. smiling at you. all soft and amused like you’re the most interesting thing in the room. your heart does a backflip and crashes into a wall.

“…so?” you ask, muffled. “do you?”

“i do.”

you drop your hands. “oh.”

she snorts. snorts. she’s having fun. you’re dying.

“wanna know who it is?”

you freeze. “not if it’s gonna hurt my feelings.”

she leans in. leans the fuck in. you can feel her breath on your cheek. you go red instantly. like. tomato. full cherry blossom.

“it’s you,” she whispers.

you blink. once. twice.

“fuck off.”

“dead serious.”

“ME??” you screech. “ME?????????”

she laughs. “yes???”

“you’ve been singing in the shower about me???”

“you were eavesdropping???”

you grab her by the sleeves of your hoodie.

“you’ve been walking around here making me lose my entire mind for MONTHS—”

“same??? i literally thought you hated me.”

“i thought you were in love with kazuha.”

yunjin makes a face. “ew no. she’s hot but she’s like. my emotional support retriever.”

you wheeze. “i was gonna write a whole ass letter.”

“i was gonna write a song,” she retorts. “it was called ‘i think my best friend’s a hot idiot.’”

“oh my god,” you whisper. “kiss me before i jump off this roof.”

she does.

and it’s fucking perfect.

like. embarrassingly good. like years of tension melting into soft laughter and shaky hands and her lips tasting like mint and ramen and pure serotonin.

when you pull away, breathless, she grins.

“soooo,” she says, “can i call you my girlfriend now or are we still playing the 'emotionally repressed besties' game.”

“nah,” you say. “i want the title. gimme the label. say it.”

she leans in, all smug and sweet.

“mine?”

you nearly pass out.

later, you’re lying on her bed, tangled in limbs and way too many blankets. she’s scrolling through her phone while playing with your fingers like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

“by the way,” she says, casually, “i still want noodles.”

“you’ll get noodles when i stop blushing.”

“so… never?”

“shut the fuck up.”

she kisses your cheek. “make me.”

you do. poorly. but she giggles anyway and pulls you closer like you’re the whole damn world.

and yeah. turns out she was crushing on you. the whole time.

turns out you were just a dumb bitch in love. but hey. so was she.

so it worked out.

[nsfwruru]

top payer!huh yunjin(g!p) x OF!reader

hear me out… yunjin as your biggest supporter on OF, and that she’s your top payer to the point you want to get to know her. only for her to beg you to do a video collab so she can fuck your cute little face. she’s just a fein for head!!!!!😣

cw: filthy smut(masturbation, cum eating, use of videotaping, Yunjin receiving), porn with some plot, not proofread,, use of ‘S/N’ for “screen/name”

You didn’t know anyone in the industry, maybe a few faces here and there, but no one quite noticeable, well maybe due in part that you where a faceless content creator. Not much was known about you, other than the occasional kinks and preferences you’d naturally post under your frequent photoshoots. Having “fans” didn’t help much either, they all just so happened to have tacky screen names that hid their true identity— Well, that was the case until you came across an account that would frequently pay for extra access to your photos, with her name and face plastered onto her casual viewing account.

“huh yunjin” it displayed, the username just being ‘yunnnnjin” something that’s just so intriguing, since you never really saw anyone so proud to display that they looked around the website. Honestly it was really just a pleasant surprise knowing someone was actually human looking through your photos, and occasional videos. Also the fact that she was absolutely stunning in her profile picture kinda made you suspicious, wondering if this could be a bot. I mean, her dark red hair, which complimented her big brown eyes and plump lips, it was all too good to be true!

The only reason you ever believed that this was a real person running this account was the amount of payments she made. It was absolutely absurd! Not only was she paying for literally all the extra spicy photos you posted— but it came to the point she went out of her way to make excess payments just for the hell of it! Your debit card was absolutely popping every single business day with more and more installments that this Yunjin girl sent you. Of course, you were a high paid model, who wracked up 40-50k a month, but honestly even how much she was paying you was too much.

And the weirdest part of it was she was paying thousands to ten thousand every week, without even a single comment or peep from her. Someone with that kind of spending habits must be someone who has some weird parasocial relationship… right?

Wrong!

It was always apparent that she kept a safe distance, never reaching out or demanding more raunchy photos from you, it just seemed like she was a viewer enjoying the content from afar. The idea of her doing this was perplexing, when people who sent far less on your photos where demanding far more than her. It was in some odd way, endearing to you. Coming to the point where you wanted to reach out to her and just get to know the woman who was practically paying your bills at this point. Not wanting to sound like a creep, you silently slid into her chat box with her, and sent a message. (Only for her to reply in a heartbeat.)

you: “Hey I saw you paying so much on my content thank you so much!”

yunnnnjin: “hi”

yunnnnjin: “yeah np, ur very beautiful”

you: “thank u sm!”

you: “I don’t want to sound ungrateful but why do you always pay extra? you don’t have to >_>”

yunnnnjin: “ah.. i just find you stunning”

you: “your my biggest supporter thank you!”

yunnnnjin: “this might be a weird question to ask, and I’m not demanding anything from you.”

you: “hm??”

yunnnnjin: “but can we film a collab”

staring right at your computer, your reading glasses was slowly falling down your face as you opened your jaw in disbelief. Did she seriously just say that? After mere minutes of meeting? What the fuck? So maybe she wasn’t any better than a man because what the hell just happened. You thought maybe you could trust her, believe that she wasn’t one of those entitled fans who felt the need to claim every inch of you, but I guess not. Honestly you felt disgusted she could ask this so quickly, but a morbid curiosity filled your mind, this could be a perfect way to make a little more money.

yunnnnjin: “sorry that was weird”

yunnnnjin: “i shouldn’t have said anything im sorry”

you: “… do u have a photo of ur face, like a video or something you can record right now so I know what I’m working with.”

*Yunjin sent 5 video attachments*

Admittedly you were scared to open the files she sent you, maybe this was all a prank and some sick friend was pulling this on you. But something just drew you in as you hovered your mouse on the reveal bar, clicking the photos, the blur was lifted and you were greeted with plethora of videos to look at. From first glance everything seemed to check out, but you wanted to make sure she didn’t just snag these from the internet.

The first video included her in a soft white robe, someone clearly putting makeup on her plush skin as she sat down. Humming a tune in the background that was oddly familiar to you, maybe a little too familiar.

The other 3 videos included her doing such mindless task like doing her make up, drinking coffee, even dancing to the beat of the music. But that’s not what interested you the most, what you gravitated toward was the video, with the first few frames being her face scrunched up, closing her eyes at her screen.

Playing the video, you were greeted by muffled groans, and the sound of skin rubbing against one another, almost in a rhythmic motion. As each time the skin glided across the other, she would let out the most intense moan, pleading with someone in front of the camera. Her eyes darting towards the scream as her mouth opened slightly, not clocking what she was doing until her moans became so loud, that the speakers on your computer started vibrating. Oh! She’s jacking off! While recording herself! How interesting!

That’s not what caught your eye though, it’s when she brung the camera down to the base of her thighs, propping the camera behind her thick perched up cock as she started rubbing it up and down. Her moans turning into pleading as she called out your screen name repeatedly, begging for her release like she was imagining it was your hands around her girth. She was far too much for you— to the point watching the precum dribble from the slit of her member made your skin crawl. You wished it was you making her feel that way, so you decided to continue watching until she reached her climax. Watching her hands slide up and down, quickening the pace and using her cum as leverage to fuck herself using her palm, made you go crazy. It wasn’t until she reached her maximum, as her legs buckled up slightly with her back arched cumming all over the screen. The bed squeaking as she fucked her hands aggressively to reach that climax she-oh-so desired. Your name rolling of her tounge so naturally as “fuckin’ so good” and “shit”, was mixed into it.

you: “wow”

you: “so you are real.”

yunnnnjin: “haha sorry if that last video is weird jst wanted u to know how much i want to collab”

you: “make sense, uhhhhhh i think we can, do u have an address?”

yunnnnjin: “perfect, and here’s my address, but tell me if you ever come over I’ll plan everything ahead”

You might’ve been sick in the head, because now you stood rooted in place standing in front of the door of her apartment. For all you knew she could’ve been a perverted killer on the loose, but seeing that video of her changed the trajectory of your life.

Knocking on the door, you heard someone stumble over themselves as the reached the door with a thud. A small groan escaping from a woman’s lips as she hurriedly pried the door open, your heartbeat racing. Finally as she opened the door, you met her brown gaze as her red hair fell gently over her face and covered a lot of her defining features. “You actually came.” Yunjin taking all of you in, being surprised that it was actually you as you covered your face with a black mask. Without warning she dragged your wrist and lead you into her nicely decorated apartment. All of her decor being of welloff brands and photos of her with 4 or sometimes 5 other girls.

She dragged you over to her bedroom, only to be met with professional lighting setups, cameras and other video recording tools set all around. She was clearly a little too prepared for her own good, down to the box of condoms that sat nicely on-top of the black bedsheets. “I got this all for you— I’m sorry if this is too much, but I didn’t know what else to do when you gave me this opportunity.” Tilting your head in confusion as from your knowledge she must’ve gotten all this equipment recently, since nothing about her profile said “model” or “photographer.”

“Ah thank you but you didn’t need to do all of that, besides I brought my video camera with me for a reason.” You insisted pulling out the black bag inside your even bigger gym back, showing her the camera as you slid it out. She stared back at you, her cheeks flushed in embarrassment as she looked back at everything she had prepared, mentally cursing herself when she should’ve know that you’d bring something fancy. “Oh this is a shame—“

“It’s fine, if you have everything set up, we can use this instead of what I’m using now, it’s probably better quality anyways.” And so you did, you began recording the first few clips, just some lingerie shots with Yunjin, or photographs with her tongue pressed agonist parts of your body. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, but watching her boxers press up against your stomach, feeling her stiffened cock onto your tummy, made you feral. Greatful that you wore a face mask to cover your true identity, because with out it you’d be drooling by the contact of her boxers.

Thankfully, after snapping some promiscuous photos of the both of you, Yunjin offered to take some solo shots of you. This type without your top out, something that was so natural for you to do, made Yunjin’s breath hitch as your breast pooled into the free air. Fuck, you didn’t know how much she wanted to touch you right now, to have your nipple in her mourn while she played with your other breast. Or fucking your face and letting her precious cum fall down your chin and down to your chest. As the camera clicked on and on, her mind was too preoccupied with thoughts of fucking you mindlessly. Having her cum all over the nastiest parts of your body, while you scream her name all day long. And finally ripping off that black mask you used to cover your adorable face with so she could spurt all over you.

It took you a few minutes— actually almost half an hour to tell that her hardened cock was pressing even harder against her fabric, begging to be let out. As her mind drifted in and out of reality, you tried your best to snap her out of trance with no avail. “Yunjin—“ You called out her name once, “Yunjin?” A second time as you inched closer to her in your kneeling position, looking up at her soft gaze as she stared down at you. Before you could say her name one last time you where faced up, inches apart her hard member, looking up at her with, those, eyes.

Yunjin didn’t respond, not for a long time, her hands reaching out to your hair as she continued to click some more photos. Tangling her delicate slim fingers into your hair, taking more and more photos as you called out to her. “Fuck, S/N, you look so good” She mumbled, taking her hands out of your hair to pinch your cheeks up to give her your whole attention. Her breathing heavy as she watched your even movement, and how your face masked heaved up and down as she did so. “Can I fuck you princess, please— please let me use your pretty mouth baby.” Yunjin murmured, pulling her hands away from you as she held the waistband of her boxers.

Without any second thought, you brung your hands up and yanking it off of her, not wanting to admit that you wanted this more than her. As her boxers slid off so easily, you could see her cock take its place as it sprung up, the sheer size of it hitting her stomach as she had a painful erection.

It took you in awe for a few moments, the both of you not doing anything as you stared at her member, while she looked down at you in anticipation. “Holy shit— uh, can you get the video camera then?” You asked while Yunjin shook her head vigorously, tripping over herself to fully take off everything and grab the video taping camera on the side table. Running back, she began recording and pointing the camera down at you, indicating that the shot was already rolling.

You lifted your mask a little bit to place the head of her pink cock to the edge of your lips, placing the mask over, giving her little kitten licks as you do so. The sudden contact of your mouth on her most sensitive part made her let out the dirtiest moan, and bring her free hand to tangle it in your hair. “Fuck, that felt so nice baby.” She groaned out, petting your hair as you continued to bring your mouth to the base. The sheer size of it making you tear up, unable to handle how much you had to put in.

Yunjin was getting off to this, getting off to your gagging, getting off to the feeling of your small mouth around her dick, just getting off to the idea of you. “Is it— hah, too big princess?” She breathed out as she buckled her waist, pushing you to deep throat her thick cock. Leaving you to gag even more as she was pressing up against you, the tip off your nose touching her pelvis as she brung you deeper down. The sounds of your muffled gagging gave her more leverage to fist your hair and fuck into you. Letting dribbles of cum and salvia accumulate as drizzle down your chin. Luckily the mask you wore was able the cover the lewd juices leaking out from you mouth as you took her all.

Bobbing your head back and fourth, her fist was still clawing at your hair as she fucked your most so nicely. “Fuck— fuck…” She groaned, her dick writing in your mouth as you hummed, “mpfh” letting the vibrations of your voice to leave a nice sensation around her. Your tongue swirling around in circles, nose touching her pelvis as hot air coming from your nose sent shivers down her spine. From the way her hips where proceeding to buckle clearly indicated that she was close to climaxing.

With a few more thrusts into your mouth in an almost apathetic way, without any hesitation— she released all of her salty seed into your mouth. Slowing pulling away as she swayed the rest of her cum inside, the lose of contact made a popping noise. “Shit.” Yunjin examined how good you looked as she slowly pulled off your mask, to admire the cum and saliva dribbling down your mouth. Ripping her hands away from your hair, she placed her thumb on where the main stream of liquid resided, and pushed everything back into your mouth. “Swallow it up.” Yunjin demanded, watching you make a show out of it, going as far as to open your mouth after you finished. “Mm, good girl.”

urgahfhhhh I was gonna add so much more but after this I got drained smh. full on smut sex scene cummin’ up when I feel like it LOL!!!!

[stewpidcheescatarinabluu]

Soft Wins~

(Tagalog Version)

Synopsis: You and Yunjin finally survive thesis season, brains fried but hearts intact. After failing to pick a proper date spot, you both settle for the best kind—hoodies, video games, and couch cuddles in your dorm. One match turns into playful chaos, Roblox pets, and teasing that ends with her asleep on your shoulder. It’s not fancy, not planned—but it’s perfect.

Word Count: 1,136

HuhYunjin X Male!Reader

The fresh air hits your skin at last—and not the artificial kind from the campus library’s busted AC, but real air, the kind that smells like freedom and a little bit of summer.

Finals are done. Your suffering is over. Your brain, though slightly fried, has survived yet another semester.

And then you see her—Huh Yunjin, standing at the bottom of the stairs like a reward from the universe itself, arms wide open and a grin big enough to cure your academic trauma.

“Heyyy, loveyyy!” she sings, practically skipping toward you before throwing her arms around your neck like a koala. “Kamusta ‘yung exam mo?!”

You hug her back, letting your chin rest on her shoulder. “Eh. Expected lang.”

She pulls away just enough to narrow her eyes at you. “Expected? Ibig sabihin niyan perfect na naman, ‘di ba?”

You smirk. “Alam mo na ako.”

“Unfortunately, kilala nga kita,” she says, poking your cheek. “Mr. ‘Di ako nag-aral masyado’ pero laging highest.”

You laugh, grabbing her hand and starting to walk. “Anyway, tapos na exams. Tapos na sem basically. Gusto mo lumabas? Tayong dalawa. Finally.”

She gasps dramatically. “Inaaya mo ‘ko? Sa wakas?! Kinilig naman ako dun.”

“I know, I know. Romantic ako eh.”

“Super late nga lang,” she quips, bumping your shoulder.

“So,” you grin, “saan mo gustong pumunta, Miss Thesis Mode?”

“Ugh, ‘wag ako mag-decide. Lutang pa utak ko.”

“Okay. Dinner?”

“Too boring. Isang buwan na tayong puro noodles.”

“Arcade?”

“Masakit sa tenga. Gusto ko ng tahimik.”

“Nature walk?”

She makes a face. “Maraming insekto. Tsaka ayoko maglakad.”

“Plot twist. Dorm ko. Movie. Games. Pajamas. Walang bugs.”

Yunjin gasps like it’s the greatest idea anyone’s ever had.

“Ang galing mo talaga. Bakit di mo agad sinabi?!”

“Akala ko gusto mo ng totoong date.”

“Totoong date ‘yan. Walang makeup, walang sapatos, may kumot. Perfect.”

“Deal. Pero ako pipili ng movie.”

“Basta suot ko ‘yung hoodie mo.”

You glance at her already wearing it. “…Ibig mong sabihin, kukunin mo na ‘yan forever.”

She grins innocently. “Possession is nine-tenths of the law, baby.”

Your dorm room is a certified mess, but it’s home. The lights are dim, the air smells like cheap cologne and microwave popcorn, and the couch has two blankets and no structure left in it—but Yunjin walks in like it’s a five-star suite.

“Ah yes,” she hums, flopping down dramatically, “ang dream vacation ko talaga.”

“All expenses paid, courtesy ng utang ko sa tuition.”

She laughs, legs kicking in the air as you toss her a pair of fuzzy socks you pulled from the drawer.

“Socks?”

“Requirement ‘yan sa cozy date, princess.”

“Buti na lang mababaw kaligayahan ko.”

You load up the PS5, scrolling through your game library while she stretches on the couch like a satisfied cat, hoodie sleeves nearly covering her fingers.

You’re leaning back on the couch, controller in hand, trying to hide the grin spreading across your face as the victory screen flashes in front of you.

“Talo ka, love…” you declare, arms raised, chest puffed like you’re on stage accepting an award.

Yunjin blinks at the screen in disbelief. “…Hindi pwede.”

“Pwede. Tignan mo. Victory. Ako. Ikaw. Wala.”

She whips her head toward you with the look of someone who just got personally betrayed by life itself.

“Isang panalo lang—”

“Isang glorious na panalo,” you correct.

“—tapos nagyayabang ka na?!”

She narrows her eyes, grabs the controller, and yeets it into the pillow pile. “Tama na ‘yang sweaty esports mo.”

You blink. “…Ha?”

She opens your laptop with dangerous speed, typing like she’s hacking into NASA.

“Maglalaro tayo ng Roblox.”

You choke. “Huh—wait lang—”

“Ngayon na.” She’s already loading up Adopt Me! and making a character that suspiciously looks like a gremlin version of you.

“Ba’t ka galit?! Nanalo lang naman ako—”

“Kasi sinugod mo ko habang kumakamot ako ng mata.”

“Skill issue ‘yan.”

She glares at you. “Pumasok ka sa server.”

Ten minutes later, you’re wearing a Roblox banana suit, driving a pink convertible with Yunjin in the passenger seat.

“Ayoko na nito.”

“sus pakipot”

“Dinala moko sa kids’ game tapos pinapili mo ng pet?!”

“At pinangalanan mo ‘yung sa ‘yo na ‘Loser Baby Boy.’”

“Bakit akin—”

“Kasi nagyabang ka. ‘Yan ang parusa mo.”

You sigh, adjusting your Roblox fedora. “Dapat pala pinatalo na lang kita.”

“Too late. Activated na villain arc ko.”

But as she cackles beside you, legs tangled with yours under the blanket, you realize you’d play the dumbest games in the world just to see her like this—head thrown back, smile wide, ridiculous and beautiful and so yours.

You glance at her avatar now riding a flying cow.

Yeah. Worth it.

“Awwww, tignan mo ‘yan,” Yunjin coos, her voice going up about six octaves as she watches your Roblox avatar stumble around the pet shop with a sparkly duck following behind. “Ang cute-cute naman ng gamer baby ko na may ducky-wucky~”

You stare at her. “Tama na.”

She leans in closer, batting her lashes like she’s lost her mind. “Gusto ba ng big strong PvP champ bumili ng bowtie para sa ducky niya~? Ha? Gusto mo pangalanan siya ng Quacky-Chan?”

“Yunjin.”

“O baka mas okay ‘yung Lil Loser No. 2? Katulad ng daddy niya~” she snickers, poking your cheek.

“Yunjin, ‘wag mong subukan—”

But she’s already laughing too hard to finish the sentence, her body practically folded in half as she clutches her stomach. You roll your eyes and shift to the side, trying to hide the grin tugging at your mouth.

“Ang kulit mo sobra.”

“Ang cute mo sobra,” she says without missing a beat, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. “Sa banana suit mo at sa duck.”

You glance at her—hoodie loose, hair messy from flopping around, eyes still gleaming with victory even though she lost an hour ago. She’s chaos incarnate. And she’s yours.

She yawns, mid-scroll, her trash talk slowly tapering off. “What if magtayo tayo ng blocky house tapos doon na lang tayo forever? Tayo, si Duck, tapos baby Quack in the future…”

“Lasing ka na sa antok.”

“Romantic ako,” she mumbles, leaning sideways until her head lands on your shoulder, cheek smushing against the fabric of your hoodie.

“Mhm. Romantic na may laway.”

She doesn’t respond. You glance down.

Fast asleep.

Her breaths even out, fingers still lightly curled near your hand, Roblox still open on her screen—her character now spinning in place beside a lemonade stand.

You don’t move.

Don’t say anything.

Just stay there, still and warm, letting her sink against you while the low hum of pixel music plays in the background.

You tilt your head slightly, pressing a small kiss to her temple.

“Nakatulot din ang apaka daldal.” “love you yunjin ko”

And then you smile. Because even in a dumb game with flying ducks and banana suits—this moment?

Absolutely undefeated.

[manonlush]

𝒮IGNED — A YUNJIN SMAU

you’re the worst neighbor yunjin could ever ask for. always playing loud music and throwing parties all night long, after yunjin reaches her limit she starts leaving notes at your door.

KNOCK KNOCK ➜ in progress. every monday

# TAGS yunjin x fem ! reader, crack, humor, rivals to lovers, smau, neighbors, opposites attract, slow burn, hate bickering

FEATURES le sserafim, ive

IMPORTANT this smau is a work of fiction and is not an accurate representation of yunjin or her actions.

starring night mode | the sane ones

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taglist @wuriyeon @p1hbrook @groundedfr @s0urcherry @sourappls @iluvyuandme (open)

[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 APPLE CIDER huh yunjin x reader

❀ ͘ ⴰ “and even if we’re just friends, we could be more than that”

↳ YUNJIN & HER SOLOIST GF 🍓

  ۫ • when yunjin started training again there was this one artist that she listened to that just always seemed to get her through tough times.

  ۫ • yn was her name, a rookie and she just had this angst but soft vibe to her that anyone could listen to if they wanted to be peaceful or just scream their lungs out and that’s exactly the type of music yunjin needed during that time.

  ۫ •  she found her so unique for some reason she was in the industry but she was like her own category. she was under a big company that didn’t produce the type of music she makes, she didn’t dance and she kind of just put out whatever she wanted.

  ۫ • she was also kinda cute.

  ۫ • yunjin carried her love for the artist through training, preparing for debut, listening to her an hour before lesserafim’s debut stage to calm her nerves to talking about yn during her first live alone a couple months after debut.

  ۫ • “my favourite artist?” yunjin read the comment aloud, swaying slightly to the sound of yn’s voice playing in the background. “hmm… I’ll give you a hint she’s playing right now.” she smiled as the chat sped up, comments flooding in. “I love yn so much. her music has gotten me through a lot, she’s so talented.” she tucked a strand of hair out of her face, eyes softening. “I still can’t believe she’s a couple years younger than me… she’s so talented. should I sing on of her songs?”

  ۫ • yunjin didn’t think much of it after the live, it wasn’t until deep in the night her phone started blowing with messages from her friends nearly giving her a heart attack.

  ۫ • “omg yn mentioned you on her live” “ouuuu guess who just mentioned you” “you’re gonna freak out.”

  ۫ • first of all how did she miss yn’s live? (yn never goes live so both yunjin and yn stans are on their knees begging her to go live everyday) and second of all HUH???

  ۫ • she immediately opens twitter and luckily it’s the first thing she sees.

  ۫ • OMG yn mentioned yunjin on her live today my sserayn crumbs.

  ۫ • “I don’t know, guys, attack me all you want, but milkis over banana milk any day,” yn said, spinning lazily in her chair. she slowed to a stop, eyes flicking to the chat. “did you see lesserafim’s yunjin’s live today? she mentioned you—yes! yeah, I did,” she nodded, lips curling into a small smile. “she’s a pretty cool girl. I’m really flattered that she’s a fan. I really liked lesserafim’s debut, so I guess me and her have something in common. when they get a fandom name, let me know.” she leaned forward slightly, about to move on before gasping. “oh! and her cover! it was so good, I love her voice—like, let’s make a song together at this point.”

  ۫ • yunjin nearly screamed so loud the whole dorm would’ve woken up.

  ۫ • yn knew who she was…yn wanted to make a song with her

۫ • yunjin stared at her phone, debating for a solid five minutes before opening yn’s instagram and hovering over the dm button.

۫ • after another minute of staring, she finally typed, "so… about that song?" and hit send before she could second guess herself.

۫ • she immediately threw her phone across the bed, heart pounding. she did not just do that.

۫ • except she did. and when her phone buzzed a few minutes later, she swore her soul left her body.

۫ • yn: oh? you actually wanna do it?🤭 ۫ • yunjin: um YES??? ۫ • yn: [a funny picture that only showed her forehead in a dark] . let’s make it happen.

۫ • and just like that, they started texting back and forth, going from talking about music to random late night conversations about their favorite snacks, childhood stories, and the most unhinged videos they cound find.

۫ • by the time they met up in the studio, it was like they’d known each other forever.

۫ • and at the end of the year, they actually released a song together, fans loved the sound of yunjin’s voice on a song that was more yn’s vibe and just the overall chemistry that yn and yunjin had.

۫ • and a behind the scenes vlogs had fans convinced there was something more going on.

۫ • yunjin was crushing. hard. but she kept it cool… until she didn’t.

۫ • one night, after another long texting session, she found herself typing, "so, are we gonna keep making music or do I get to take you on a date too?"

۫ • yn: that was really smooth dude. ۫ • yunjin:… is that you saying yes? ۫ • yn: maybe… depends on if it’s a sushi place if it is then yes

[naburi]

CAPTAIN’S PROSTITUTE

YUNJIN X READER

TAGS: GROPING, FINGERING

2K WORDS

You open the door just enough to enter as a creaking sound can be heard. The girl is lying on her side facing the other side of the room. She hears the thuds from your footsteps as you walk near her bed. She felt the bed sunken when you sat down near her legs. Jennifer felt your cold palm as you caressed her smooth thighs. She didn’t try to move or do anything. She knows what happened to the last girl who refused.

Getting captured by pirates means your destiny has been set. You are now their slaves, you will do as they say. They will turn men into work dogs while the women will satisfy the flesh of men along their voyage. Hundreds of men will line up to a battered body of a woman just to have their turn. They are getting woke up getting fucked and they fall unconscious due to fatigue. But Jennifer is different, she has been on this ship even before you.

You heard that the Captain found her when they raided a coastal village, some say she had been caught when they attacked cruise ships, some say she is just a prostitute that got on board for the Captain’s pleasure. As your palm glides on her astonishing smooth skin, one thing is for certain. She grew up in wealthy families. This kind of softness can only be done with luxury.

Your hand moves down on the back of her leg. You can see the fabric of her dress lumps up as your hand is searching for her ass. You felt a fabric that is her underwear that is on the way. You patiently slip up your fingers inside her underwear to feel her buttocks. Her tights underwear made your hand sink onto her soft as cotton ass. Without seeing it, you can feel how your fingers sink down on her soft ass.

The woman is yet to react to your presence. Her head is glued to the bed without the intention of looking who’s touching her. She knows you are not the captain because they would bring her to him whenever the captain wants to see her. Nobody tried to go back on the captain’s back to touch her but here you are. Slithering your way down the dark corridor as the captain is passed out from drinking. Without any second thought, you knew this is an opportunity for you to go see the real treasure in this ship.

Jennifer is afraid, she has no idea how you got in her room. “Did the captain let you use her?”, “Is the captain dead?” Her mind is filled with questions while her body has not moved an inch. A pirate is in her room with his wandering hands on her lower body is all she knows. The woman is more than familiar with the feeling of helplessness that she is not surprised by this situation. She closed her eyes accepting that you will be here for the rest of the night.

She felt your hand leave her ass, she felt you move closer to her torso as the bed moves with your weight. Your fingers run through the laces of the corsets as if you want to cut the laces open to see more of her soft body. Jennifer flinched as you finally reached her boobs. You pause as you thought that would wake her up. She is expecting a hard squeeze like the captain or other men do. She was surprised by how gentle you cup her boobs. She can feel your hands gracing the fabric like you are studying the shape of her pair.

Numerous men have touched her but never so gently as you did. She felt your fingers reach on the top end of the fabric. You pull down her top to reveal her boobs. You can’t have a great look at it as the woman is still facing the other direction. You don’t want to turn her body because you assume that the woman is still asleep. Jennifer figured out this conclusion too, you move so delicately to not wake her up.

She felt your hand slowly cupping one of her boobs until your hand was fully holding them. You give her boob a soft squeeze as if to see how soft it is. She can feel your hand gently move to different sides with every squeeze. You can feel her nipples getting hardened as it pokes your palm. Your hand moves up as your fingers traces towards her nipple. You hold her hardened nipple in your fingertips. You are amazed how her body responds as you still think she is asleep. You pull her hard nipple gently as you can’t help thinking how much you want to suck on it.

You reach over to her other boob to meet the same conclusion, her body got aroused by your touch. An inaudible noise can be heard in the corridor. It was your other drunken crew walking back to their room. You got alerted that there are others that are still awake. You hold her boob in place as you stay still not trying to make a noise yourself. Jennifer is aware of the situation. She connected the dots that you went into her room of your own accord.

The noise in the corridor died down, it seems like they are all inside their rooms. You pull up her top to cover her exposed boobs. She felt you standing up as the bed rose without your weight. You take a look at her before you open the door but to your surprise, the woman is now directly looking at you. She wants to see the man who touched her with such gentleness. She did not remove her gaze until you were finally out of her room.

Few nights have passed but there is still no sign of your visit again. You haven’t found an opportunity to sneak into her room again. Jennifer has been awake in these past few days, longing for the man that touched her soul. The woman is accepting the reality that it is just a one time thing as it might be dangerous for the two of you if the captain found out that her favorite prostitute had been touched by his crew.

She closed her eyes to sleep her sadness away until a creaking sound was heard. You found the woman facing the other way again, you sneakily walked to her bedside but you got caught red handed when the woman turned around to see you. She has the same look when you leave her room the first time. Her eyes look with bewilderment when staring at you. She knows you are not a regular uncivilized pirate, but you are still a pirate nonetheless.

You sit on the other end as she hasn't removed her stare at you not for even a second. You noticed she’s wearing less than usual. She is not wearing her corset, and wears a loose white dress. You thought she just switched for something comfortable but Jennifer has been waiting for you ever since you walked out that door.

Without uttering a word, you catch her stare, trying to decipher what was on her mind. Is she planning to scream and alert everyone about your treachery? Is she planning to fight back? Does she have a knife in her reach? The two of you are waiting for the other to make a move. The woman’s knee rose up to bend and slowly spread her legs in front of you.

You look inside her dress to see nothing but her underwear, her glowing white long legs are still visible even in a moon lighted room. She felt your hand reach on one of her knees first. Your hand moves down to her thighs while still not breaking eye contact. Your hands are now in her inner thighs. Your fingers slowly graces down to her underwear. Your fingers move up as if tracing the slit of her that is underneath the fabric.

Jennifer flinches by your touch. This gives you the signal to explore more of her. You reach with two hands to pull slowly her underwear, the woman willingly helps you remove it as adjusted her body while you’re pulling it down her legs. You put the fabric on the side of the bed. What’s now before your eyes is a glistening wet slit that’s been waiting for you in a while.

You move your hand closer to her slit, you notice how her look changed. Her eyes look more round and soft as if she’s submitting to you. You move your fingertips to graze up to her wet slit. Her body jerks with your first touch in her womanhood. You put one finger to the opening of her slit, giving her the time to feel that one digit will plunge inside her.

Jennifer bites her lower lips as she feels a finger is going deeper inside her. Her inside is soft and wet. You move your finger up to find her g-spot. The woman’s jerks again signaling to you that you found what you’re looking for. You move your finger inside her tapping her g-spot in rhythm. The woman throws her head back with how much pleasure she is currently feeling.

For a long time, someone is touching her body to give her pleasure, not just to use her holes to satisfy the needs of men. Seeing this much reaction with just a finger. You pull your finger out, Jennifer looks at you in confusion of your sudden retreat but she doesn’t not need to ask for a question as she felt your fingers again. Now two fingers are plunging up to her g-spot.

Jennifer opens her legs even more as if her body is welcoming you. You dial up your movement by pulling your fingers slightly out and plunging it back up in a faster rhythm. The woman is struggling to contain the pleasure. The bites her lower lips really hard to stop her moans while her hand is reaching back to her pillow, clinching it as her back bent up in pleasure.

You use your other hand to hold the woman in place. You reached up to catch on one of her boobs. She felt your hand squeeze her boob while the rest of your arm is pressing her body down to the bed. She remembers the last time you held her boobs. She pulls down her top for you to finally touch her longing boobs.

You pinched her already hard nipple. Jennifer always yelps due to your pinch but she covers her mouth just in time. Your other hand is continuing to pleasure her slit while the other is alternately grabbing each of her boobs. You want to give them the equal attention they deserve. You go so far as moving them closer in the middle to grope them at the same time.

Jennifer’s legs are starting to shake which only means one thing, her orgasm is near. You move closer to her slit to give yourself a better position to plunge your fingers faster. The woman holds her mouth even tighter as she can feel she’s getting closer to it. You give her boob a squeeze as you plunge your fingers a few more times before she finally releases.

Her back bent up as she orgasm and slowly lay back down to her bed. She forgot the last time she orgasm. Nobody cares enough to make her release but here you are. Are you just a cunning pirate that has his way to lure women? Is this your way of using a woman's body for your amusement? These questions left her mind fast as she felt both of your hands in her boobs. Your two hands move in unison. You squeeze her boobs from the bottom as your fingertips grace her hard nipples in the process.

The woman’s eyes widened as she felt something hard was poking on her slit.

[urno1luv]

request: g!p yunjin x subby bratty 6th member reader + i kinda made you guys hate each other in this... what's better than enemies to lovers heh.. let me know if i missed something anon!!

i was gooning while writing this... i thought i should let yall know🥹

cw: degradation (bitch, slut), u give unnie a bj then she fucks you, she slaps you, she bites your shoulder wc: 2.06k

You’re halfway onto the dorm kitchen counter when Yunjin walks in.

Of courseeee, of course it’s her and she has to walk in that exact moment.

You hear the sigh before she even speaks, and you know exactly what face she’s making without turning around, that pinched expression, all jaw tension and narrowed eyes, like she’s two seconds away from filing a formal complaint to management. “You’re seriously doing this again?”

You hum, unbothered, letting your legs dangle off the edge. “Good evening to you too, unnie.”

“I’m not in the mood, Y/n.”

“You never are. That’s part of your charm.”

Yunjin walks past you, snatches a protein shake out of the fridge, and shuts the door with a little more force than necessary. You catch the way her shoulder tenses, and for some reason, it makes you smile.

“I need the almond milk,” you say sweetly.

She doesn’t even look at you. “Use your legs.”

“I’m short.”

“Well isn't that tragic.”

You tilt your head, faking innocence. “But you’re so tall and sooooo helpful!! Wouldn’t it just make your day to do something nice for your teammate?”

She finally turns then, slow, deliberate, and levels you with that look. That sharp, unimpressed, I’m this close to drop-kicking you look.

“Why do you always start with me?” she asks, tone flat.

“Because it’s fun.”

Yunjin laughs. It’s humorless, barely more than an exhale. “You’re exhausting.”

“And yet, here you are, still talking to me.”

There’s a pause, just a second too long, where neither of you says anything. The air feels tight and charged, definitely not in a good way, not in a soft, flirty way either. It’s sharp, bristling.

You hop off the counter slowly, closing the gap between you with deliberate steps. Close enough that you can see the twitch in her jaw. “You’re not gonna get rid of me by pretending to hate me, y’know.”

She scoffs. “I’m not pretending.”

You smile, too wide to be sincere. “Sure, unnie.”

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You’ve been in LE SSERAFIM for just nearly a year, a late addition to the tight knit group, and already half the fandom thinks you and Yunjin want to kill each other.

The other half thinks you’re secretly hooking up behind closed doors.

You’re not, (unfortunately for the two of you.)

The reality is more complicated. She’s sharp, you’re sharp. She hates how loud you are, you hate how self-righteous she is. You poke, she snaps. It’s a cycle, an annoying routine.

It’s also weirdly addictive.

She’s the only one who doesn’t fold when you start acting up. The others laugh you off or play along. Yunjin just glares and tells you to shut up, and well, you kind of like it.

Not in a nice way… more in a grab her face mid-argument and see if she flinches kind of way.

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During practice, you “accidentally” switch your water bottle with hers.

She doesn’t notice until she takes a sip and gags, and you make a stank face while turned away because why is she gagging…?!

“Seriously, Y/n?” she glares.

“Oh no,” you deadpan. “Was that my bottle?”

She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. “You’re disgusting.”

You smile with teeth, cackling. “Want another sip, unnie?”

Chaewon calls a five-minute break before someone gets slapped.

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Later, after everyone’s gone quiet in the dorm, you creep into the kitchen again. It's 1:23 a.m. You’re not even hungry. You just like the silence.

Well, until she walks in, of course. Again.

“Let me guess,” you say, not even looking at her. “You sensed I was having a peaceful moment and came to ruin it.”

Yunjin doesn’t rise to the bait. Just grabs a glass and fills it from the sink.

“You’ve got issues,” she mutters.

You lean against the counter, arms crossed, eyes half-lidded. “Takes one to know one, unnie.”

“You think everything’s a game.”

You push off the counter, slowly approaching her. “And you hate that you can’t stop playing.”

She turns toward you then. Her eyes are dark, unreadable. There’s a pause, again, that silence that stretches just a little too long.

“You’re lucky you’re in the group,” she says, voice low. “Otherwise, I wouldn’t deal with you.”

You raise a brow. “Funny. You deal with me an awful lot for someone who supposedly can’t stand me.”

Her jaw clenches. “You think I enjoy this?”

“I think you enjoy being mad at me,” you murmur, stepping just close enough that your shoulder brushes hers. “Feels better than admitting you don’t know what to do with me.”

Yunjin holds your gaze. Doesn’t move. Doesn’t flinch. “Don’t flatter yourself, Y/n,” she says coldly. And yet, she doesn’t move away.

You stare at each other in the dark kitchen for another beat, both too stubborn to look away first.

Eventually, you smile again, slow, dangerous smile. “Goodnight, unnie.”

You brush past her on your way out, deliberately letting your hand graze her waist as you go, leaving her quiet. She doesn’t say a word.

But you know she won’t stop thinking about it, so you decide to trigger her one last time, and you shouldn't have done that (you should’ve done it earlier if you knew she was gonna snap the way she did).

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You plan something fun, something that you believe Yunjin would get angry at. You lean just a little too close to the male stylist, laughing at some dumb joke he made, placing a hand on his arm as you giggle like you don’t see the way Yunjin is watching you from across the dressing room.

You definitely see it, heat rising in your lower stomach at the way she’s staring at you.

She’s pretending to scroll on her phone, one leg crossed over the other, but you know her too well now. That sharp flick of her eyes. The way her fingers are drumming on the armrest like she’s holding herself back from throwing the nearest object. Her jaw clenched so hard it’s practically carved from stone.

You press your tongue into your cheek to hide your grin.

A little more. Just a little more, and she would snap. You ask the stylist to fix your shirt, practically pushing your tits in his face when—

“Y/n,” she snaps, sharp as glass. You glance over innocently. “Yes, unnie?”

“Get over here.”

The tone makes the stylist step away like he’s just been caught doing something illegal. You take your time walking over, all slow steps and sugar-sweet smiles, because if she’s gonna yell, you at least want to earn it.

“What’s up?” you ask, blinking like you didn’t just flirt with someone in her line of sight for five minutes straight.

Yunjin stands. It's like her anger gave her another few inches, because she looked taller (and hotter). And right now? Pissed.

She grabs your wrist and yanks you down the hallway, past stylists and makeup artists and assistants who all look away politely, as if they didn’t just witness the sexual equivalent of a bomb ticking.

“Yunjin,” you sing under your breath, “people are gonna think we’re sneaking off to make out.”

She doesn’t say anything.

She doesn’t have to, because the look in her eyes is louder than anything she could possibly say.

She pulls you into an empty dressing room and shuts the door with a slam. You have exactly two seconds to say something before she’s pushing you up against the wall, both hands braced on either side of your head.

The tension doesn’t crack. It shatters.

“Y/n? Really? Are you trying to piss me off?” she demands, voice low, shaking with something just under the surface.

You blink up at her, lips twitching. “Mmm. Maybe.”

Her eyes narrow. “You think it’s funny?”

“I think you being this mad over a stylist fixing my clothes and doing HIS JOB… is very funny.”

Her hands slam the wall. You flinch, but not in fear, but in thrill. “You don’t get it,” she says, voice rough. “You never get it.”

“Then explain it to me.” Yunjin stares you down, chest rising and falling too fast. Her hand moves, cups your jaw, roughly, like she’s thinking about shaking you. Or maybe kissing you. Or both.

“You walk around like everyone wants you,” she hisses. “You act like nothing touches you. Like none of this means anything.”

You smirk. “And yet here you are, pressed up against me, heavily breathing like you want to eat me or something.”

“I hate you, Y/n,” she spits, and you only laugh at that comment. “Liar.”

She freezes. You lean up, closing the last inch of space between you. Your voice drops to a whisper.

“So this is what it takes to make you touch me?” Her hand tightens on your jaw. “Yunjin—” And then she’s kissing you, hardly, messily and angrily.

It’s not romantic, it's not gentle. It’s the kind of kiss you’ve both been too proud to admit you wanted, all teeth and heat and months of shoved-down feelings exploding at once.

You gasp against her mouth, and she uses it to slide her tongue against yours like she’s punishing you for every smug smile, every flirtatious eye-roll, every whispered “unnie” that drove her insane.

“Get on your knees,” Yunjin commands. “Since your attitude is so fucking awful, you won't be able to walk straight for a week.”

She unzips her jeans while standing in front of you, her dick hard and throbbing. “Open wide,” she commands. You open your mouth, and she pushes your head down onto her shaft. She grabs your hair, holding you in place as she thrusts into your mouth.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good,” Yunjin groans. She pulls your head down further, fucking your throat. You gag and choke, saliva mixed with precum running down the side of your neck, but she doesn't let up. “That’s it, take it all,” she moans, “you were made for my cock.”

She pulls out and slaps your face hard. “Now it's your turn,” she says, running a hand through her hair. You got up, and Yunjin pushed you onto your tummy over the table, kicking your legs open.

You look up at her, tears running down the side of your face, squealing when she pushes her knee into your pussy, grinding against it, before replacing the sensation with her fingers. “Yunjin… a-ahh… unnie…”

The unnie in question only laughs, grabbing your hair and yanking your head back, to watch you as she fucked her fingers into you, dick getting harder as your moans spilled out of your mouth uncontrollably.

“You're such a dirty slut,” she said into your ear, her breath hitting you. “If you wanted to fuck me, you couldve just asked instead of trying to constantly make my life hell.”

Yunjin pushes your face into the dressing table, her dick rubbing against your ass. “I'm going to ruin your tight little pussy,” she groaned. “You're mine now.”

She thrusts into you from behind, her hips slapping against your ass. “Fuck, you're so tight,” she groans. “I could fuck you all day.” She pulls your hair harder, using it as a handle to fuck you deeper. “Take it, you little slut. Take my cock.”

Her hand reaches around to massage your clit roughly, the other hand leaving your hair to squeeze your nipple. The combined feelings made you throw your head back, arching into Yunjin further. “Cum for me, Y/n,” your older member gasps. “I want to… hah, feel you… fuck..” her thrusts are faster now, harder, and more sloppy. She leaned in closer to bite your shoulder, muffling her moans. “Now, bitch, cum now.”

You can't hold back any longer. You cum hard, your pussy clenching around her shaft. Yunjin follows soon after, emptying herself inside you. She pulls out and leans down, her lips meeting yours hungrily.

You break the kiss first, barely, forehead against hers, breathless and smiling. “Still hate me?” you whisper breathlessly, and “innocently”.

“Don’t push it,” she mutters. You reach for her hand and press it flat against your chest. “Too late.”

Yunjin curses under her breath, then pulls you in again, this time, slower.

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later that night, in your shared notes app draft:

> things that get yunjin to kiss/fuck you:

being a brat

talking to literally any man

calling her unnie in that voice

letting her lose control.

add more later (🤭)

[yunjiluvr]

‧₊˚ Adopting a puppy hybrid is not easy…⋆.*ೃ✧ #1

g!p puppy!yunjin x fem!reader

just some random scenarios n stuff with jen as your puppy hybrid :p

cw in this series: smut, g!p, unprotected sex, jen calls reader mommy, mentions of pregnancy, knotting, breeding, dubcon, size kink, squirting, pussy drunk jen, blowjob, face fucking, bondage

yunjin / reader

Adopting a puppy hybrid is not easy.

Especially when the puppy is as naughty and mischievous as yours.

✮⋆˙

When the puppy needs you while you’re making dinner:

The meal you were cooking for dinner was left to get cold in a pan untouched on the stove, which thankfully, you had already turned off. Somehow your puppy thought it would be okay to have some “fun” with you while you were in the middle of cooking. Next thing you know, the dumb little thing is tugging at your shirt while rutting her clothed bulge against your soft ass and muttering filthy things into her mommy’s ear. Things quickly led to another and you found yourself so lost in pleasure that you completely forgot what you were doing before Yunjin came to bother you.

“Yunjin, puppy… I s-said no…”

*plop* *plop* *plop*

Yunjin doesn’t care. She never cares if you want it or not. When your puppy needs something, she’s going to get it. If she wants to strip you completely of your apron and clothes and pin you up against the kitchen island as her swollen knot breaches the entrance of your leaking hole, then she will.

And that is what she's doing.

“But mommyyy, you feel so good and warm. A-And I can’t stop now… Gotta give you my pups.”

The whiny little thing’s thighs shook as your cunt clenched down on her. Her taller frame was trapping you against the countertop with her right arm wrapped around your waist holding you still, and her left hand around your hickey-covered neck. She had you panting softly as a small puddle of your slick pooled onto the kitchen’s tiled floor beneath you. Yunjin’s fat puppy cock stretched your hole so good it had you drooling and seeing stars. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes when you felt the thick head of her dick press up against your cervix repeatedly. The big cock created a small bulge in your slim tummy, making your head go fuzzy. Your body went limp in her arms, and Yunjin was just using you as her fleshlight at this point.

You shouldn’t have let her use you when she was in rut, because now she can’t get enough of you. It’s not her fault she needs to feel your warm and tight pussy around her aching cock at all times! It’s not her fault all her dumb puppy brain tells her to do is fuck her seed all into your tummy until you get pregnant!

Yunjin was panting next your ear, babbling about how good you felt and how she wanted to make you a real mommy. Your head clouded at the mere thought of her getting you pregnant. Your thoughts were pushed away once you felt her plump knot pop into your slick hole. Yunjn let out a loud moan and you felt her knot swell followed by a series of warm liquid shoot into your womb. She moaned helplessly and buried her face into your neck while rubbing your clit, trying to help you reach your high.

The stimulation caused the tension in your stomach to snap, and you mewled and pathetically came all over your puppy’s dick. Your eyes squeezed shut as your body convulsed against hers. Yunjin’s hand on your clit never slowed however, and you easily went into overstimulation, making the tears in your eyes finally fall. It all felt too good.

“Puppy please… fuck… it’s too much.”

Even though your voice was weak and quiet, Yunjin heard you loud and clear. She still wanted nothing more than to make her mommy feel so good that she can’t think straight, so she ignored your pleas and began to rut into you once more. Your breath hitched as Yunjin’s knot pushed deeper into your sensitive cunt, causing you to shake as you squirted all over her. You remained limp and wrapped in her arms until you came down from your high. Yunjin’s knot eventually went away, but she refused to let you go.

Another hour or so passed of her breeding and knotting you all over the kitchen counter, making you plead for a break, but Yunjin insisted that she continue until she’s sure you’ll get pregnant with every single one of her pups :(

ngl this was kinda bad but I’m still tryna get back into the groove iykwim😭

[melanchoire]

can i pls request like literally anything with mean soft dom yunjin??? like maybe making out or some more nsfw will do😭😭🙏if ur not taking requests sorry!!

anon i realized when i finished writing that you said “MEAN soft dom” 😭 anyway there is some of that here because those are the three words that define jen completely

cw: cunnilingus, degradation, scissoring, strap–on use, 69ning.

being in a relationship with yunjin is like dating your best friend 😭 sassy and unfiltered girl who loves to tease you by giving you side–eye glances, rolling her eyes or pretending to argue with you

she is so friendly and funny that sometimes you forget that you’re in a relationship with her, thinking that it’s just the typical situation where you have some tension with your friend until you start to think clearly and remember that she is your girlfriend!!

the making out sessions with yunjin are so 🥴 she’s not the type to kiss you like she wants to devour you, but rather she prefers to take her time and enjoy every second. you could go on to say that she likes long and slow kisses, her humming in between the kiss or even smiling against your lips and letting out a little laugh, looking at you with eyes full of love to lean back and capture your lips again

in general i think she would be more of a giver. i think if you asked her to be a little rougher or go faster, she would do it, but not without constantly making sure that she is not hurting you and that you’re feeling comfortable

but with the passage of time and knowing your body better than you do, there comes a point where she doesn’t even have to bother asking you things

she is also the type who mixes teasing, dirty talk and praise into one sentence. she may be praising you for taking what she is giving you so well but suddenly she is grinning and teasing you calling you greedy and needy???

she’s all “shit, babe. this pussy is taking me so good and you’re really enjoying it, aren’t you? practically begging me to stay inside it. do you feel that? can you feel your walls hugging my cock and begging me not to go?

“god, you don’t know how much i missed this pussy.”

but yunjin also enjoys having some attention and being pampered, baby needs that kind of attention too :( so what’s better than eating her? obviously not without first getting a little revenge for how daring she was all day flirting and provoking you

she is sensitive when you leave hickeys on her thighs, trying to keep a relaxed expression or continue teasing you but she really can’t keep quiet, struggling to stifle her noises while simultaneously enjoying your lips leaving wet kisses on her skin, so close to her aching center that emanates heat

but as much as she loves fucking you with her fingers or strap, she is a scissors and 69ning sister 🤩 if we talk about 69ning she doesn’t care much about positions and doesn’t care too much about being on top or bottom, she always ends up devouring you like she hasn’t eaten in days and she loves it when you moan against her pussy

and if we talk about scissors, it’s the same thing!! anything is fine with her as long as she can grind her pussy against yours in a way that makes you two a mess, but this option always ends up making her the mess

she pathetically moans your name and throws her head back, babbling a series of incoherent things and so many “please, please, please.” as she loses control moving her hips against yours and begins to become more desperate, along with her hands clawing at the sheets in a way that can tear them

aftercare with yunjin is all about kisses and cuddling together ❤️ whe would shower you with words of love, murmuring sweet things against your lips as she kisses you and lets her hands run over your body, not in a sexual way, but more like gentle caresses and cuddles

[lascvitae]

❀ ༉ ‧ ₊ ˚ THIS ONE’S FOR YOU, BABY

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ alt. NO I AM NOT IN LOVE .ᐟ

ᝰ.ᐟ you swear you’re not in love with huh yunjin. but she’s always in your bed, in your clothes, and under your skin. and you’re one game away from admitting everything you’ve been pretending not to feel.

ᝰ.ᐟ pairing. basketball player!yunjin x fem!reader ᝰ.ᐟ genre. fwb to lovers, fluff, crack, tiny sprinkle of angst ᝰ.ᐟ warning(s). cursing, there’s one argument, yunjin is mentioned to be a stoner & player

ᝰ.ᐟ word count: 3k

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ katty ᥫ᭡: had a crazy day i almost gatekeeped this fic

masterlist.

there’s a knock at the door. three quick taps, then one hard one.

you already know it’s her.

you make her wait a beat before opening it. just out of spite. or nerves. probably both.

yunjin’s standing there. except she looks a little too tired to fully commit to it. her ginger hair’s still damp and messy, curling slightly at the ends from a rushed shower.

her tank top has come up and her sweatpants are slightly wrinkled. ahe smells faintly like your shampoo. her eyes skim over you once, quick but not careless.

“hey. i left my shoes.” she says breathlessly, like she ran up the stairs.

you lean on the doorframe and raise an eyebrow. “you have, like, five pairs of shoes here.”

“coincidentally my lucky ones.”

“oh. of course. can’t have a good practice without the power of your purple jordans.” you step aside, trying not to smile.

she walks past you like she owns the place, dropping her bag on your floor without asking. “you joke, but i dropped twenty three the last time i wore ‘em. that’s math.”

“no, that’s delusion.”

yunjin flashes a grin over her shoulder. “they’re your favorite color too.”

you roll your eyes and sit back on the edge of your bed, pretending not to notice how she takes her time crouching near the closet. she pushes aside a hoodie that’s definitely hers, then another, then one that used to be yours until she stole it.

“damn. you hoard everything, huh?” she says, standing back up with her sneakers in hand.

“me? you literally colonized my closet.”

“that’s crazy. you sound mad i’m comfortable.”

“i’m mad you don’t fold.”

she laughs at that and tosses the shoes onto the ground beside you before flopping down next to you. “you fold enough for both of us. it’s kinda hot.”

you shoot her a look. “don’t flirt with me just ‘cause your jump shot’s been off.”

“that’s not why.” she says it too quickly. then she shrugs like it was nothing.

the air shifts. she leans back on her hands, legs stretched out, her knee lightly brushing yours. her head tilts toward you.

“you coming tomorrow? it’s a big game.”

you hesitate. “i dunno.”

yunjin chews the inside of her cheek and looks away. “right. that’s cool.”

you don’t say anything. neither does she.

then she sighs and pushes up to her feet like she suddenly just remembered she’s supposed to leave. “alright . i’ll, uh— see you.”

she grabs her bag, slinging it over her shoulder again. but her fingers linger on the doorknob a little longer than they need to.

“good luck kiss?” she adds while holding up her shoes, cocky again, like that’ll cover the part of her that didn’t want to go.

“um. the shoes?”

“you. but i’ll take it.” she shrugs.

you don’t answer until the door’s already halfway closed. “don’t trip over your ego on the way out.”

“i’ll text you!” she calls before the door closes with a thud.

you’re pretty sure she’s still smiling when it clicks shut.

then hours later, your phone lights up for the fifth time in the last ten minutes.

chaewon doesn’t even glance up from her seat at the edge of your bed. “is that her again?”

you don’t answer. you’re too busy pretending to scroll through something else. something that’s definitely not the text from yunjin asking “you home?” like she hasn’t been here three nights this week already.

chaewon throws a gummy worm at you. “don’t play with me. you’re not slick.”

you furrow your eyebrows, throwing it back. “i’m literally just on tiktok.”

she scoffs. “cap. you’re fake scrolling. nobody blinks that much when they’re on tiktok.”

you toss your phone. “okay fine. it’s her.”

“and you’re ignoring her because?” she says with a gummy bear in her mouth.

“she’s annoying.”

“wow. how ever did you fall in love with her.”

you sit up with a groan. “i’m not in love with her.”

“she smokes in your car, you wear eachother’s clothes, and she calls you baby when she wants something. you let her. that’s literally just marriage.”

“bruh. she’s just loud.”

“and so are you.”

“she’s always flirting with other girls.”

“so do you.”

“she’s a player.”

“you’re a dumbass.”

you open up your mouth to argue. then you shut it.

because what are you even gonna say? that yunjin makes you nervous when she touches your knee under the table? that she always lights her blunt, takes a hit, and then passes it to you with that lazy smile like she knows you’ll give in? that she makes you crazy but you like it?

“look. you like her. she clearly likes you. so either go to her stupid ass game and cheer her on like a good fake girlfriend or keep acting like a dumbass until she stops waiting for you to catch up.”

“i’m not her fake girlfriend.” you protest, crossing your arms.

“you should tell her that.” her words make you roll your eyes.

“she already asked if i was coming.” you say.

“and you said?”

“i’m ignoring her! so i said i wasn’t sure.”

chaewon groans. “you’re the worst. no wonder she’s obsessed with you.”

“she’s not—”

“she is. and if you don’t show up to the game then i’ll go in your place. i’ll even make a sign.” she says, cutting you off.

“ew! you won’t.”

chaewon takes it as a challenge. “bet. i will. ima paint a giant heart around her number and scream ‘THAT’S MY WIFE’ every time she has the ball.”

“you’re insane.” you raise your top lip in mock disgust.

“i’m supportive. unlike someone i know who ghosts her situationship the night before a rival game.” she says.

“she’s not my situationship.” you mumble.

“oh? what is she then?”

you open your mouth. and shut it again.

exactly.

chaewon throws another gummy at you.

“yeah. that’s what i thought.”

you both sit there for a moment, her legs swinging off your bed while you stare at your phone like it might text her for you. like it would make this any easier.

it doesn’t.

“she looked really tired at practice yesterday.” chaewon says casually.

“you were watching her?”

“duh. everyone was. she’s yunjin.”

that’s the problem, isn’t it?

she’s yunjin. loud, flashy, and impossible to ignore. the girl who plays like she’s untouchable but always shows up to your place like she isn’t.

“ugh. fine. i’ll go.” you mutter while standing up.

“i knew you would!”

“not ‘cause i like her.”

“riiiight.”

“i just don’t want you embarrassing me.”

“too late. i’m making the sign anyway.” she says already in her notes app.

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she shows up again later that night. you don’t even get a knock.

she just opens the door and walks inside like she lives her. because, well, lately… she kind of does.

“you ignored me.” yunjin says from the doorway, her voice already that kind of lazy but annoyed. like she expected it but it still pisses her off.

you glance up from your bed, pretending not to care. “you didn’t say you were coming over.”

“yeah. because you didn’t answer any of my texts.”

you shrug, scrolling through your phone. “busy.”

yunjin scoffs, stepping into your room like she owns it. “right. too busy to say two words, but not too busy to repost shit on tiktok.”

you finally look up at her. “what is your problem?”

“my problem is you acting like we’re strangers after i spend three nights here.”

“i didn’t ask you to stay.”

yunjin scoffs before she crosses her arms, leaning against your doorframe with that typical smirk. the one she uses to piss people off. “huh. didn’t know we were being petty now.”

you set your phone down with your jaw clenched. “you’re not my girlfriend, yunjin. i don’t owe you anything.”

“no. but you could at least pretend like you give a fuck.”

you scoff. “says the one who flirts with every girl who breathes?”

she lets out a humorless laugh. “ohh. is that what this is?”

“it’s not anything. we’re not anything. you made that clear a long time ago.” you snap.

yunjin goes still. the kind of still that makes your throat feel like it’s closing.

then she speaks again.

“so why do you care if i flirt with someone else?”

you hate her.

you hate the way she asks like she doesn’t already know.

hate the way her voice drops, just a little, when she gets serious. hate the fact that she’s standing in your doorway like a bad habit you can’t quit.

you stand up. “you know what? don’t come over if you’re just gonna pick fights.”

she laughs in disbelief. “you think i’m picking the fight?”

“you showed up! uninvited! again!”

“because i wanted to see you.”

you stare.

“i just wanted to see you. but you don’t feel the same. i got it.” she shakes her head, running a hand through her hair like she’s trying not to explode.

“i’m not—” you pause, then you laugh bitterly. “you can’t say that like you’re innocent. you flirt with me when you’re bored, leave your shit here like we live together, smoke in my car, then act surprised when i don’t know what the hell we are.”

“i mean, we could be something,” she says suddenly and it’s so honest that it shuts you up.

your breath catches.

and for a second, you don’t know what to say.

then you scoff. “you only say that when i threaten to walk away.”

“maybe ‘cause that’s the only time you actually listen.”

you stare at each other.

“i don’t listen now?”

“see? wow.” yunjin laughed.

“see if i’m at the game tomorrow then.”

and for the first time all night, yunjin looks hurt.

just for a second. like it slips out before she can stop it.

“fine. do whatever you want.” she says, and her voice is a little colder this time.

she turns to leave.

and for some reason, it makes your chest ache.

like maybe this time she really will stop waiting.

the door clicks shut behind her. and for the first time all day, your room feels cold.

quiet, too. like her leaving sucked the air out of it. like you’re still waiting for her to call you on your lie.

but she doesn’t.

you stare at the spot she was just standing. then at your phone. then at the hoodie she left on the back of your chair last week. the one you swore you weren’t gonna wear again.

the silence is loud.

you sit back down but suddenly everything feels wrong. your bed’s too big. your room’s too empty. your heartbeat’s too loud.

god.

you miss her.

and not in the she’s kinda hot and fun to smoke with kinda way. you miss her in the stupid, real way.

you bury your face in your hands. “fuck.”

you grab your phone, scroll past her name three times before you finally text someone else.

you
chaewon. emergency. are u awake

chaewon
it’s 11:43 why

you
i think i like her

chaewon
no fucking shit

you
sybau this is serious

chaewon
ofc it took a near-breakup to realize

you
IT WASN’T A BREAKUP THO
WE WEREN’T EVEN TOGETHER

chaewon
girl she’s been your girlfriend you just dumb

you
she said we could be something

chaewon
AND???

you
i said she only says that when i walk away

chaewon
toxic af

crazy

then what

you
idk i think she meant it this time

chaewon
bruh she always means it

you

no

i think i fucked up

chaewon
you usually do but this one is like

salvageable

you
she looked so hurt when i said i wasn’t coming tomorrow

chaewon
bc she’s in love with you dumbass

you
don’t say that

chaewon
scared it’s true?

you don’t answer.

because yeah. maybe you are.

chaewon

she could have anyone

ANYONE

but she keeps showing up at your door

bringing you food n shit

smoking you out

leaving her clothes on the floor like it’s her room too

wake tf up

you
i hate you

chaewon
no you don’t

you hate that i’m right

you throw your phone onto the bed face down. like that’ll make her words stop echoing in your head.

but she’s right. of course she’s right. you close your eyes and let yourself picture it.

yunjin’s always looking for you in the crowd like. pointing it’s like you're the whole reason she plays the way she does.

your phone buzzes again.

chaewon
if you don’t go to that game tomorrow i swear on my soul ima wear a shirt that says “i heart huh yunjin”

you
STOP
i’m literally going
i’m already planning what to wear

chaewon
i knew it

simp 🫵

you
i’m not a simp

you
ok maybe i’m a little cooked

chaewon
girl you deep fried

extra crispy

marinated in delusion

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the bleachers are packed. people are yelling, the gym smells like sweat and popcorn, and your leg won’t stop bouncing.

you’re early. like, annoyingly early.
chaewon insisted on it. said if you showed up late it would give "i don’t care that much" energy.


and apparently, that’s illegal now.

you’re wearing her hoodie. the same one you almost cried over last night. the one that still smells like her.

chaewon saw it the second you walked out of your room, but she didn’t make you change. just dragged you to the front row with a comically large amount of popcorn.

and that fuckass sign that says ‘that’s y/n’s girlfriend’ with hearts surrounding it.

so now here you are.

heart in your throat. eyes on the court. pretending not to care.

until you see her.

yunjin steps out of the locker room, jersey tucked in, wrist already taped.


she looks good. obviously. annoyingly good.


her hair is pushed back, jaw clenched, scanning the crowd like she usually does.

and then she sees you.

and everything slows down.

her eyes lock onto yours.


for a second, she looks stunned. like she didn’t believe you would actually come.


then her whole face changes.

she smiles.

it’s small and stupid. but mostly just soft.

you freeze.

chaewon elbows you hard. “girl.”

you don’t answer.


yunjin’s walking toward the bench, still looking at you. like she’s playing this game for you.

and maybe she is.

you watch her laugh with a teammate. stretch, adjust her shorts, and then sip from her water bottle.

“can you two just date already. i’m so tired.”

you don’t respond because you’re still too busy staring.


and somewhere in the back of your mind, you’re already thinking about what you’re gonna say when the game’s over. if you’ll say anything at all.


or if you’ll just wait by the locker room door until she finds you first. because she will.


she always does.

the game’s close.

like, too close. the crowd’s on their feet, coaches are screaming, everyone is basically foaming at the mouth. and you're there in the middle of it. pretending your stomach isn’t in knots, like you haven’t been tracking yunjin’s every move since she stepped onto the court.

she’s killing it. obviously.

she’s fast, locked in, dropping threes like she does it in her sleep.


and every time she scores, her eyes flick toward the stands.


toward you.

“she’s totally doing this for you.” chaewon says.

you scoff. “please. she’s doing this ‘cause she’s in love with basketballs.”

but you can’t breathe.

and then it happens. last thirty seconds, tied score, ball in her hands.


the crowd’s losing it, her teammates are yelling, but yunjin just dribbles steadily.

and then yunjin looks up. dead at you.

like a movie scene. like she rehearsed it.

and then— oh god.

she points at you.

literally points.

and mouths. “this one’s for you, baby.”

you recoil so hard you nearly fall off the bleacher. “what the fuck—”

“OH MY GOD.” chaewon screams, grabbing your arm. you bury your face in your hands.

“i’m not going out with her. i’m blocking her number. i’m moving states.”

and then, just to make it worse, she hits the shot.

a clean, obnoxious, buzzer beating three.

the crowd goes feral. the team tackles her. everyone’s shouting like someone just won the olympics. and yunjin?

yunjin’s just jogging down the court.

pointing at you again.

blowing a kiss.

chaewon is sobbing with laughter beside you. you glare at her.

“this is your fault.”

“what did i do?”

“you encouraged her.”

“nuh uh! you’re the one wearing her hoodie.” she laughs before raising the sign.

“that’s y/n’s girlfriend!”

“please shut up.”

yunjin makes it halfway to the stands before she’s pulled into a pile of screaming teammates, and you just sit there with your arms crossed and your cheeks burning.

you hate her.

you hate her.

god, you’re gonna marry her.

you’re pacing next to your car like a divorced dad when the game is over.

the gym is still loud behind you, packed with students and fans and probably three girls who are trying to get yunjin’s number.

you wouldn’t blame them.

she did hit a buzzer-beater.

and she did point at you.

and she did call you baby.

in front of witnesses.

you cover your face with both hands. “i’m gonna puke.”

“you better not. this is my favorite hoodie.” a voice says suddenly.

you flinch then spin around. and there she is.

she’s sweaty, grinning, and still in uniform. walking toward you like she doesn’t even feel her legs. like she’d beeline to you even if the building was on fire.

“did you sprint out of the locker room?”

“duh. what if you left? what if someone else tried to flirt with you before i got here? i had to secure the perimeter.” she says like it’s obvious.

you stare at her. “you’re literally insane.”

“insanely in love with you, maybe.”

you groan so loud it echoes in the parking lot. “you pointed at me, yunjin.”

“and dedicated the game winner to you. i should get a kiss at the minumum. that’s like, the rule.” she says proudly.

“there is no rule.”

“uhhh. i think the crowd would disagree.” she says, stepping closer.

you narrow your eyes. “you mean the crowd that tackled you?”

she shrugs. “they’ll get over it.”

“you’re unbearable. your form was ass, by the way.”

she gasps. “oh my god. you’re a hater.”

“i’m literally your biggest fan. i just think you’re annoying.”

“well. good thing i’m obsessed with you anyway.” she says, stepping closer.

you feel your breath hitch. she’s still cocky. still sweaty. still so irritating.

but her eyes are all soft now. like all the yelling, all the dumb flirting, all the chaos was for this.

for you.

you swallow. “you smell like a gym.”

“you like it.”

“i don’t.”

“you’re literally wearing my name on your back right now.”

you freeze and glance down.

oh, god.

you are.

she must’ve left this hoodie at your place after that night you both passed out on the couch, halfway through a movie you weren’t watching. her name’s printed big and bold across the back in that annoying varsity font.

“coincidence.” you mutter.

she hums. “sure.”

you look up at her again, and she’s still smiling. not the shit eating post win grin she had earlier. this one’s quieter. softer.

like she doesn’t care about the game anymore.

like you’re the only thing she came here to win.

you roll your eyes and push at her chest lightly. “you’re lucky i like you.”

“yeah?” she leans in, tilting her head. “how much?”

you glance away.

“enough to wear your stupid jersey.”

“hm. what else?”

you sigh dramatically. “enough to not block your number.”

she grins. “and?”

“enough to kiss you, i guess.” you mutter.

“you guess?”

you grab the collar of her jersey, yank her down, and kiss her right there in the parking lot. under the buzz of an almost broken gym light and the sound of half the campus still celebrating her shot.

and she melts.

completely.

when you finally pull back, her eyes are wide. dazed.

“shit. that felt like a girlfriend kiss.” she breathes.

you groan, shoving her toward the passenger door. “get in the car, jennifer.”

“yes ma’am.”

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