#idle fluff
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Note
Can you do Shuhua girlfriend headcanons? Pleasee
A/N: Two in one day??? Yup the world is ending.
Shuhua Girlfriend HCs




SFW HCs
Shuhua likes a calming presence
She gets playful and bratty when she’s tired.
She likes to share food with you, often offering you a bite or two from her plate. She might poke you if you don’t offer her your food back.
A short walk and ice cream is her favorite way to spend time with you.
She introduced you to the other members as a friend initially because she didn’t want them to think she was moving too quickly.
You once got her a strawberry cake for her birthday only to find out she doesn’t like them which you found insane.
The two of you often to go out to eat ramen together. Shuhua seems to know pretty all the good ramen spots regardless of the city or even country she is in.
You often end up scolding her because she doesn’t drink nearly enough water.
Sometimes you just stare at her while she is getting ready because of how unbelievably beautiful she is. Shuhua pretends not to notice but she feels really giddy about it.
You’ve been trying to get her to play video games but she’s been trying to put it off because she’s scared of being bad at them.
NSFW HCs
She’s a switch, her tendency to be dom or sub depending on her mood.
She likes having her neck and shoulders marked.
Shuhua is into roleplaying and likes to be the dominant character in the scenarios
After sex, she likes to watch a movie or show with a little bit of cuddling.
Yuqi first found out about Shuhua and you because she noticed how disheveled Shuhua’s hair always seemed to get anytime you and her were alone for some time.
That and walking into the living room to see you giving her a hickey is how she found out.
You and Shuhua didn’t even notice her until you both heard the cup drop from her hands.
You were already a bit embarrassed but you weren’t prepared to see the two of them bicker about it in the spot which probably made it even more awkward for you.
Shuhua often ends up digging her nails in your shoulder, leaving marks.
She prefers that you eat her out, even over sex sometimes because of how hot she finds it when you are so focused on making her feel good.
#ask me anything#answered asks#anon ask#kpop gg#kpop scenarios#kpop imagines#kpop headcanons#reader x idol#gidle#gidle x reader#idle x reader#gidle fluff#idle fluff#gidle smut#idle smut#gidle imagines#gidle shuhua#idle shuhua#shuhua fluff#shuhua smut#shuhua#shuhua x reader
39 notes
·
View notes
Text
Kiss Marks

Seo Soojin X Reader
Warning; Mentions of alleged bullying scandal, eluded feelings of anxiety and slight depression please don’t read if these are any triggers to you 💕
Your girlfriend’s signature look is red lips. This is no secret of course. You remember when you guys first debuted together as well as the pain you felt when she left the group. You missed waking up to her arms holding you, luckily you were able to leave the dorm to get an apartment with her.
You were still in (G)-IDLE , the girls agreeing to help hide your relationship with Soojin. The girls still all kept in touch with her and you were still able to date her in secret. The day she came back to the industry as a soloist was big. Not just for her but to you as well, you secretly supported her, going to her fan signs, buying her albums whenever you could, and more.
Her solo debut was a big success. At first people hated on her which broke her heart angering you. As many haters she had, she had way more supporters blowing up her music video of AGASSY making you happy.
Fast forward to now, you were waiting in her dressing room with flowers to surprise her. You were so proud of her you couldn’t even explain it. One thing that stayed the same about Soojin was her signature red lips. She always had red lipstick on , and it always left a mark on your face making her smirk since it was her way of claiming you to the world.
When she saw you in her dressing room with flowers she squealed smiling, she went over to you accepting the flowers giving you a kiss on the cheek. It left a kiss mark making you giggle, her eyes quickly went to your lips as she put the flowers down. Her hands made their way to your hips as she pulled you close to her kissing you.
You smiled into the kiss as your hands cupped her face, when you both pulled away for a second her gaze darkened as she saw the lipstick transfer to your lips. “You’re so pretty, I love you.” You didn’t get a chance to respond as her lips were back on yours. She led you to the couch in her dressing room as she laid you down on your back.
She stripped you of your clothes as she kissed down your neck nipping it as well. You moaned with each kiss she left you hands holding her head. “You’ve supported me through everything, any time I cried you were there, whenever I was sad you were there, I’m so happy we were able to stay despite everything.”
She said between kisses, her lipstick staining your neck. She kissed your chest, leaving more lipstick marks on your tits as well as hickeys making you moan. She moved down your tummy leaving kiss marks everywhere, you bit your lip as you watched her. “Please Jin Jin…I need you so badly..” you whined making her chuckle as she went to your pussy.
She saw how you were already a bit damp just from what she did making her smirk. She gave your pussy light kisses making you moan as you watched her lipstick leaves marks. She went down to your thighs leaving kisses there as she kissed your inner thighs. Each kiss she left made you even wetter , what made you get even more wet was when you saw the kiss marks she left on you.
When she made her way back your pussy she stared at it in adoration pressing kisses to it, as well as blowing on it lightly. You squirmed as you felt her breath on your clit and then her tongue. You moaned as she began to leave little kitten licks teasing you slightly. The moans you let out were breathy and you continued to enjoy the feeling of her tongue on your cunt.
She latched her lips to your pussy as she bang to suck it enjoying how you taste. You mewled your legs locked around her keeping her in place as she placed a hand on your tummy keeping you from squirming. She swirled her tongue on your clit as well as sucking leaving lipstick marks on your pussy making her suck harder and swirl her tongue faster.
She wanted to thank you for everything you’ve ever done for her in this journey. Whether it was days where she didn’t wanna leave bed, days where she felt big waves of anxiety preparing for her solo debut, you were there to help her. This was her way of showing her gratitude towards you. You moaned her name signaling you were close as you thrashed slightly making her hold your lower body in place as she seemed to go faster from this.
You let out more moans squeezing your eyes shut as your orgasm approached. Your body shook as you came hands gripping her hair as she lapped up all your juices. She pulled away wiping her lips as she came back up to your lips kissing you as you giggled slightly. She peppered your face in kisses leaving kiss marks all over.
She let out a content sigh as she rested her head on your chest. Anything could happen, but as long as she had you with her: she’d be ok.

-
-
Fluffy caring gratitude sex with Soojin is what we all need as a way to celebrate her coming back to us. I’m happy our beautiful girl was able to come back and faced with love and support (even though there was negativity at first). Definitely can’t wait to see what else she’ll put out for us 💕
#gidle#gidle thoughts#gidle smut#kpop gidle#soojin#fem! reader#idle smut#soojin smut#idle imagines#idle thoughts#idle fluff#gidle imagines#soojin gidle#gidle kpop
73 notes
·
View notes
Text
We can't be Friends Anymore
Yuqi (🐶) x Male Reader (📖)
switching pov
Word Count: 13.6k
a/n: tried experimenting with switching pov in 2nd person, and testing some dividers format.


The campus hums—students sprawl on the lawn or dart between classes. You’re propped against the library railing, nursing a half-hearted coffee, when familiar faces roll up.
“Yo, isn’t Yuqi your friend?” one of them asks, a little too casually.
You already know where this is going.
“She is,” you confirm, watching as they exchange looks.
“So, she’s actually single?” another cuts in, voice skeptical. “No hidden boyfriend? No messy situationship?”
You snort, shaking your head. “Nope. No secret anything. Just her and her oversized ego.”
That seems to encourage them. Someone whistles low. “Damn. Think I got a shot?”
You pretend to consider it. “Honestly? Go for it.”
That gets a reaction—a few surprised laughs, one guy nudging the other in mock encouragement.
“I mean it,” you continue, shrugging. “Might do her some good to have someone other than textbooks and late-night ramen occupying her brain. She hyper-fixates way too much on school.”
“She does look kinda intense,” one of them admits.
“Oh, she’s a menace,” you say easily. “But here’s the thing—Yuqi’s also insanely narcissistic. If you confess to her, she’d eat that up. She lives to be reminded how pretty she is.”
That earns a round of laughter.
“So you’re saying I should just walk up to her, tell her she’s gorgeous, and I’m in?”
You smirk. “Depends. Can you handle being ignored for two weeks when she gets too busy? Or her texting you at 2 AM just to brag about an exam score?”
The guy groans. “Yeah, nah. I don’t have the mental strength for that.”
Another one shakes his head. “Dude, why’s it sound like you’re feeding us to the wolves?”
You lift a brow. “Hey, you’re the ones asking.”
They chuckle, muttering something about how Yuqi’s beauty really is a waste if she’s just gonna be married to academia forever. You don’t think much of it—this isn’t the first time people have asked you about her, and it won’t be the last.
Besides, it’s not like it matters to you.
“Asking about what?”
The voice cuts through the conversation, unmistakable and laced with curiosity.
You don’t even have to turn around. You already know.
Yuqi stands there, arms crossed, one brow raised in that signature I-know-you’re-up-to-something expression. She looks effortlessly put together despite probably running on four hours of sleep and an unreasonable amount of caffeine. Her oversized hoodie hangs loosely off one shoulder, and she’s got that ever-present glint of amusement in her eyes—sharp, calculating, and just a little too pleased with catching you off guard.
The group stiffens. One guy actually takes half a step back, like she might call him out by name.
You take your time, sipping your drink before finally acknowledging her. “Oh, nothing much. Just these guys wondering if you’re single and available.”
Her gaze flicks toward them, slow and deliberate.
“Hmm.” She taps her chin, pretending to think. “And? What did you tell them?”
You smirk. “Told them to go for it. That you’d love being reminded how pretty you are.”
Yuqi scoffs, but you don’t miss the way her lips twitch upward. “Wow. Advertising me like I’m a limited-time offer?”
“I mean, you are in high demand.”
She tilts her head, feigning boredom. “And yet, nobody’s brave enough to try.”
The guys exchange awkward laughs, none of them willing to step up to the challenge. One clears his throat and mutters something about being late for class before they all make a quick exit, leaving just you and Yuqi standing there.
She watches them go, then turns back to you, unimpressed. “You really have zero faith in my love life, huh?”
“Not my fault your standards are ridiculous.”
“They’re not ridiculous,” she argues, flicking a piece of lint off her sleeve. “They’re refined.”
You shake your head, chuckling. “Whatever you say, Your Highness.”
She hums, studying you for a second too long. Then, with a smirk, she leans in slightly. “And what about you?”
You blink. “What about me?”
Yuqi’s grin sharpens. “Would you confess to me?”
She’s teasing, tossing it out like it’s nothing—just another jab in your years-long game.
So why does it land heavier this time?
“Hello??” She waves a hand in front of your face. “Stop zoning out like you’re actually thinking about it— are you?”
“Hell no,” you shoot back, forcing a laugh. “I know you’re full of yourself, but that’s taking it too far.”
She scoffs, crossing her arms. “Right. As if you could handle me anyway.”
‘God, she’s so annoying.’
She’s good-looking—annoyingly so. The kind of person who doesn’t even have to try. But when she does, she’s exceptional. Yuqi never settles. If she can push herself further, she will. She likes to joke that her father drilled perfectionism into her at three years old. You believe it. It shows in the way she studies, the way she carries herself, the way she acts like the world should revolve around her—and sometimes, it almost does.
You met her at the start of college—multiple run-ins on the same day. Apparently, that was enough for her to decide you were friends. From then on, Yuqi stuck around, pulling you into her orbit.
Rumors, of course, followed. They always do. But your relationship with Yuqi wasn’t that. Never that. It wasn’t shallow, like something you could fall in and out of, love or hate.
Best friends. Neither too close nor too distant. Something steady. Something comforting.
…Or at least, it should’ve been.
~🐶~
“Then… I can live with you.”
The words cut through the gentle hum of the café, slipping into the space between you and her without warning.
Yuqi, halfway through savoring a forkful of cake, stilling at the sudden proposition. The sweetness on her tongue dulls as her mind processes what she just heard.
Outside, the streetside view stretches beyond the window, pedestrians weaving through the early evening rush, neon signs flickering to life. It had been a peaceful moment—her, indulging in dessert, the warm glow of café lights, the casual murmur of other patrons.
And then that.
Her gaze snaps up, eyebrows slightly raised. She had been so focused on her food, on the comforting ritual of eating something sweet after a long day, that she almost forgot she wasn’t sitting here alone.
Across from her, you sit, arms crossed, looking entirely too casual for someone who just threw out a life-altering suggestion.
“…What?” Her fork hovers, eyes narrowing as she rewinds the last five minutes. Housing gripes, sure. Minnie’s betrayal, yeah. But this? “Hold up—did you just say live with me? Where the hell did that come from?”
“You just said it a minute ago, aren't you in trouble because you got stood up?”
Yuqi clicks her tongue at the memory, the taste of betrayal lingering far worse than the cake melting on her tongue.
Minnie—her supposed roommate, her supposed friend—had bailed on her at the last minute.
She had just signed the lease when the call came.
"Yuqi… I’m sorry, I don’t think I can live with you… My boyfriend offered to live with him, and I couldn’t refuse. You understand, right?? Thank you…"
Yuqi had barely gotten out a, “Wait, what? Minnie, I just signed the lease—hold on—” before the call ended.
That was two days ago.
Now, here she was, sitting in a café with you, still trying to figure out how to deal with it.
And your grand solution? Living together.
Yuqi swirls her straw in her drink, staring at you like you’ve just suggested something insane—which, to be fair, you have.
“I also have to move next month,” you continue, unfazed. “My office is closer there. So it’s perfect timing.”
“No way. Too weird—thanks, but no.” She chugs her drink, as if that will help wash away the absurdity of this conversation. “For now, I’ll call the real estate office for a cancellation.”
“And your job starts next month,” you counter, unfazed. “Good luck apartment-hunting in zero time.”
“Hmm… I guess I’ll have to postpone my work too.” Her fork idly plays with the remains of her cake, breaking it down into a mess of crumbs. Just moments ago, she had been enjoying it, and now she can’t even bring herself to take another bite. “I’ll just go back to my parents’ house, and—”
“You can’t do that.”
Yuqi frowns. “What?”
“Did you forget? I also wanted to go home, and you didn’t let me. That’s the reason I got the job I was dreaming of.”
She clicks her tongue. “See what happens when you just listen to me?”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself— Give it up, you’re not pushing back your work.” You lean back, arms crossed. “Am I not your friend? Aren’t we supposed to help each other when we’re in trouble?”
Yuqi exhales, pressing her lips together. As much as she hates to admit it, you have a point.
It’s only temporary. A practical solution. Why shouldn’t she take it?
For the past two days, she had been dreading this mess—mentally calculating costs, debating whether she should force herself into a last-minute roommate arrangement with a complete stranger.
And now, just like that, you’ve handed her the perfect fix.
Her shoulders, tense from the weight of this problem, feel noticeably lighter. The only thing that irks her is that she didn’t think of this first.
“…Yeah, you’re right. We’re friends.” She leans back, eyeing you. “There’s no reason for me to decline. Especially not after all that pleading.”
“pleading?? I’m not the one who needs help here.”
“Fine. How much you chipping in?”
“Fifty-fifty. What, you think I’m just going to give you easy money?”
“If you’re volunteering…” She smirks, leaning in just enough to taunt.
You shake your head, scoffing. “Unbelievable.”
And so, the cohabitation between you and Yuqi begins.
~~~
There are private rooms, clear boundaries. As long as neither of you misjudges the sense of distance between you, nothing will change.
At least, that’s what you both assume.
The first few weeks go exactly as expected—well, mostly.
Yuqi doesn’t have to worry about rent anymore. There’s no awkward adjustment period, no need to tiptoe around like she would with a stranger. You’re not the worst person to live with, either. Sure, you’re irritating sometimes—leaving your notes scattered on the dining table, stealing the last of the coffee, acting smug whenever you manage to fix something she can’t—but she’s always known that about you.
What she didn’t expect was how quickly she gets used to you being there.
It’s the little things.
The way she hears the front door open and instinctively knows it’s you. The way you always leave the light on when you come home late because you know she stays up reading.
One night, she passes by the kitchen and finds you there, reheating food. You glance up. “You haven’t eaten yet?”
She shrugs, stealing a piece of your food before you can swat her hand away. “Hey—”
“It’s fine, I’m not that hungry.”
You exhale, shaking your head. “You do this every time. Don’t be a hypocrite.”
Yuqi frowns. “What?”
“You always scold me for skipping meals, but look at you.”
She rolls her eyes, but something in her chest stirs at the fact that you noticed.
It happens again when she comes home exhausted one evening and finds her favorite drink sitting on the counter. When she glances at you, raising a brow, you just shrug. “Thought you’d need it.”
And again, when she’s cramming for a presentation and you drop a snack beside her without a word.
She tells herself it’s normal. You’re friends. Friends do things like this.
Another moment.
Yuqi is in the kitchen early one morning, half-awake as she absentmindedly flips an egg in the pan. She isn’t much of a cook, but breakfast is simple enough—something warm to start the day before the madness of work and school kicks in.
She’s focused on the sizzling sound, the comforting routine of it, when she suddenly feels movement behind her.
Then—warmth.
You’re reaching over her, one hand bracing the counter beside her, the other stretching toward the cupboard above.
For a split second, she’s caught off guard by how close you are—close enough that she can feel the faint heat of your body against her back, close enough that she catches the lingering scent of your shampoo, something fresh and clean.
Her heartbeat stutters.
Instinct kicks in before logic does, and she turns around—only to make things worse.
Now, instead of your presence behind her, she’s face-to-face with you.
Too close.
Way too close.
Her eyes meet yours, and for some reason, it feels like neither of you moves for a second too long. Her pulse is loud in her ears, and she doesn’t know why she’s suddenly so aware of the way her breath catches—why her fingers tighten slightly around the spatula in her hand.
She’s being weird again.
“You…” She clears her throat, trying to sound unaffected. “Need something?”
You blink, as if snapping out of it, and gesture toward the cupboard. “Just getting a mug.”
Right. Obviously.
She mentally curses herself and quickly steps aside, turning her focus back to the stove. It’s nothing. You’re just tired. That’s all.
But then one morning, she walks into the living room, still groggy from sleep, and finds you sitting on the couch, absentmindedly scrolling on your phone. Sunlight streams through the window, catching in your hair. You’re wearing that old, worn-out hoodie you refuse to throw away, looking like you belong there—like you belong with her.
And something about it makes her stomach flip in a way it shouldn’t.
Yuqi stands frozen in the hallway, gripping her coffee mug, heartbeat slightly off rhythm.
She doesn’t like where her thoughts are going.
She really, really doesn’t.
So she does what she always does when faced with something uncomfortable—she brushes it aside.
She’s just being weird.
It’s nothing.
It has to be nothing.
“Hey.”
Your voice cuts through the silence, snapping Yuqi out of her thoughts.
She blinks, stiffening slightly. “What?”
“You got any plans today?”
Her mind races. Why is he asking? Is he—wait, is he inviting me somewhere? A… date?
“Wh—why?” she asks, trying (and failing) to sound casual.
You shrug. “Nothing. Just asking.” There’s a pause before you add, “I’ll be home late, though. No need to wait up.”
She scoffs, crossing her arms. “Since when do I wait for you?”
You don’t answer, and somehow, that makes it worse.
Irritated, she presses on. “Why? Where are you going?”
“Meeting someone,” you say, vague as hell.
Her brows crash together. “Wait—a date? What, you’re flaunting it now?”
You smirk, dodging the question, and something sour twists in her gut—she hates that smirk, hates how it needles her, hates that she cares.
Before she can push further, a realization slams into her. “Oh—shit, work!”
Panic sets in as she scrambles toward the bathroom, cursing under her breath. Just as she reaches the door, she pauses, whipping around to point an accusing finger at you.
“Fuck you, you did that on purpose. You were distracting me!”
From the couch, you barely glance up from your phone before lazily flipping her off.
She slams the bathroom door, heart thudding too hard to unpack.
Hours later, she’s a wreck—work crushed her soul, her boss barely grunted at her efforts, and every mistake she made still burns.
She doesn’t even remember how she made it home. Everything from today—the endless stress, the way her boss barely acknowledged her work, the stupid mistakes she made because she was too exhausted to think straight—it all clings to her like dead weight.
It feels even shittier knowing what today was supposed to be.
Her first work anniversary. One year. A milestone that should mean something, should feel like progress. Instead, she feels like she’s still fumbling, still struggling to prove herself, still barely keeping up.
Her head pounds. Her chest feels tight.
And maybe—just maybe—what makes it worse is that today also marks one year since she moved in with you.
One year of this place feeling like home.
But right now, standing in the entryway, shoes barely kicked off, she just feels… drained.
She wants to cry.
Not in a dramatic, loud way. Just… silently. Curled up on the couch, alone in the dimly lit apartment, where she could finally let go without anyone seeing.
She’s relieved you aren’t home yet.
She doesn’t have to keep it together.
With a deep breath, she pushes open the door—
Pop!
Confetti explodes, and Yuqi flinches, pulse spiking as cake-scent floods her senses.
Streamers dangle, a crooked banner sags on the wall, and there you are—grinning like an idiot with a party popper, like you didn’t just ambush her fragile grip on sanity.
“Congratulations!”
She just… stares.
The weight—dread, fatigue, the whole suffocating mess—frays apart, leaving her raw.
“You made it a whole year,” you continue, motioning toward the cake on the table. “That’s huge. So, you know… I figured we should celebrate.”
It’s too much.
Not in the way work had been too much.
But in the way you always are.
Always paying attention. Always noticing the things she doesn’t say.
Always making it impossible for her to pretend this—you—don’t matter more than they should.
Her throat tightens.
Her fingers twitch, and she grips the strap of her bag a little harder, like she needs to hold onto something—anything—to keep herself from completely unraveling in front of you.
Right now, she wants to collapse into you—arms, warmth, all of it—and that scares her shitless.
She swallows hard, choking out, “You’re an idiot,” as she steps past, voice thinner than she means it to be.
“You’re welcome,” you shoot back easily, like this is just another one of your usual exchanges.
She sets her bag down. Breathes in.
But it’s different now. Everything feels different now.
Because this isn’t something she can brush off anymore.
Not when the sight of you—standing there, waiting for her—could turn her worst day into something else entirely.
She thought to herself. At this rate…
… we couldn’t be friends anymore…
… Is what you thought.
It crept up on you slowly.
At first, living with Yuqi was just supposed to be convenient. A temporary solution, nothing more. You were friends—it was easy, effortless, like always.
But then, things started changing.
You woke up earlier than expected, your throat dry, half-asleep as you dragged yourself toward the kitchen.
But before you could even reach the sink, the bathroom door swung open—
—and Yuqi stepped out. signing in fragments, lyrics clearly improvised, steam curling around her like a scene straight out of a movie.
Your brain short-circuited.
Dripping hair. Bare shoulders. A towel wrapped hugging around her body, another loosely draped over her head. She wasn’t even fully dry yet, droplets trailing down her collarbone, tracing down to her chest, disappearing beneath—
Oh, fuck.
She froze mid-step, finally noticing you.
“Oh, shit!”
Your mouth opened before your brain could catch up. “Morning.”
Her grip tightened on the towel around her chest. “You—you’re up early.”
“And you’re… in towels.”
A beat of silence.
Don’t say something stupid. Don’t say something stu—
“Yeah, you have to stop doing that.”
Yuqi scowled. “Don’t tell me what to do.”
“I wouldn’t if that wasn’t my towel on your head.”
“why is it a big deal, this is my home—”
“I pay for half.”
She narrowed her eyes. “It’s my house. I’ll do what I want.”
And before you could argue, she yanked the towel off her head and chucked it straight at your face.
By the time you pulled it away, she was already gone, bolting to her room like her life depended on it.
Then—
A muffled scream of frustration from behind her door.
You exhaled sharply, pressing the towel against your face—less to dry off, more to hide the heat creeping up your skin.
“Fuck.”
Then there was this one time, when you were setting up the new shelf.
Yuqi insisted she didn’t need help—because of course she did—but five minutes in, she was already struggling to balance the frame while reaching for the screws.
"You're gonna drop it," you warned, watching from the couch.
"I'm not gonna drop it," she shot back, fumbling with the last screw.
The universe, apparently, took that as a challenge.
The shelf wobbled. Yuqi yelped. And before either of you could react, she lost her footing.
She crashed into you, sending you both toppling backward.
A thud, a gasp, and suddenly—
She was on top of you.
Chest pressing into yours. Hands braced on either side of your head. Her face so close that you could feel her breath against your lips, just barely—
Neither of you moved.
Yuqi’s eyes flickered down—just for a second, barely noticeable—before snapping back up, wide and unguarded.
You swallowed.
“…You okay?” Your voice came out rougher than intended.
“I—” She blinked, like she just realized what happened. Her breath hitched. Then, in the most unconvincing voice possible— “Yeah. Totally fine.”
Neither of you made a move to get up.
The moment stretched, tension thick enough to drown in.
Then—
“Yuqi.”
“What?”
“You're still on top of me.”
“…Oh. Right.”
She scrambled off, way too fast for someone who was supposedly “totally fine.” Turning away, she ran a hand through her hair, exhaling sharply.
You sat up, clearing your throat. The air between you still felt charged, buzzing with something neither of you wanted to acknowledge.
She finally looked at you—pointedly not at your lips.
“Shut up,” she muttered.
You hadn’t even said anything yet.
And then there were the bad days.
Yuqi was loud.
You were used to it by now—the way she talked, argued, and debated like she was on some national stage. But tonight, it was worse. Her voice carried through the living room, sharp and insistent, cutting through the walls of your room.
You could tell she wasn’t just talking—she was venting.
You didn’t interrupt.
Didn’t step in.
Just waited.
Then—
A knock on your door.
Soft, hesitant. Almost out of character.
“…You wanna drink?”
When you opened the door, Yuqi was standing there, arms crossed, gaze flickering to the side. The frustration from earlier had dimmed, replaced by something more subdued.
You didn’t question it. Just grabbed your jacket. “Let’s go.”
The city felt different at night. Quieter, almost peaceful, the usual rush of people replaced by empty sidewalks and the occasional streetlight glow.
Yuqi walked beside you, hands stuffed in her pockets, gaze tilted toward the sky. The stars were faint, barely visible between the buildings, but she looked at them anyway.
“…You ever feel like you’re running out of time?”
You glanced at her. “What do you mean?”
She exhaled, kicking a stray pebble on the pavement. “I dunno. Just—sometimes it feels like I need to keep going. Like if I stop, even for a second, I’ll fall behind. And I hate that feeling.”
You stayed quiet, letting her talk.
“But then I think… what if I don’t even know where I’m running to?”
That, you understood.
You let the silence settle before answering. “You don’t have to figure everything out now, you know.”
She scoffed. “That’s easy for you to say.”
“Is it?” You gave her a pointed look. “You’re the one who’s always giving me advice.”
Yuqi opened her mouth—then shut it, visibly chewing over your words.
You smirked. “Not so fun being on the other end, huh?”
She shoved your shoulder lightly. “Shut up.”
The walk continued, and little by little, the weight in her expression faded. The tension in her shoulders eased, her usual energy returning in small doses—first in the way she kicked at a stray pebble, then in how she scoffed at one of your dumb remarks.
By the time you made it back to your place, she was… lighter.
As you reached the door, she stretched her arms above her head with a sigh. “You know what? I don’t think I need that drink anymore.”
You raised a brow. “So I got dragged out here for nothing?”
“I never dragged you—”
You gave her a look.
“…Okay, maybe a little,” she admitted, rolling her eyes. Then, after a beat, softer—“But it helped, so. Thanks.”
A pause.
Then, quieter—“I mean it.”
You stared at her, the soft glow of the streetlights casting a halo over her face.
Something shifted.
The air felt heavier, charged with something neither of you dared name. It would’ve been easy to brush it off, to make a joke and keep walking—
But before you could find the words, she turned away, already unlocking the door.
“Alright, I’m going to bed. Night, loser.”
The moment passed, or at least, it should have.
But just as you were about to head to your room, Yuqi hesitated.
She turned back, her hand lingering on the doorknob, lips parting like she wanted to say something—then stopping. You caught it then, the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, rare and fleeting.
And then, finally—
“…Hey.”
You raised a brow. “What?”
She exhaled, tapping her fingers against the doorframe. “Do you remember that stupid bet we made during freshman year?”
You blinked. “Which one?”
“The one where if either of us ever fell for the other, your dic…” She trailed off, then cleared her throat. “Y’know. And I’d have to shave my head.”
You let out a short laugh. “Oh. That bet.”
Back then, rumors about you two dating spread so quickly it became a joke among your classmates. You and Yuqi played along, turning it into a challenge—there’s no way we’d fall for each other. If either of you did, the consequences were extreme.
It was dumb.
It was funny.
It should’ve stayed that way.
But that night?
that night, the words felt heavier.
You studied her expression, trying to gauge where she was going with this. “Why? You getting nervous?”
She scoffed. “Pfft. You wish.”
But there was something in the way she said it. A little too quick, a little too defensive.
You smirked. “Worried about your hair, huh?”
“More like you should be worried,” she shot back, but she wasn’t looking at you when she said it.
You snorted. “Unfair, by the way. I have to cut my dick off, while you only have to shave your head. I can’t believe we agreed to it.”
“…Me either,” she mumbled under her breath.
It was so quiet, so fleeting, you almost missed it. Almost.
For a split second, neither of you spoke.
Then she rolled her eyes. “Whatever. I was just asking. Night, loser.”
Before you could respond, she was inside, the door clicking shut behind her.
You stood there for a second, staring at the empty space where she had just been.
Your bet.
Freshman year.
We will never fall for each other.
You exhaled, running a hand down your face as the thought echoed in your head.
It was supposed to be a joke. A ridiculous bet between two people who swore they’d never be that kind of cliché.
And yet…
Tonight happened.
You expected her to be surprised by the celebration. Maybe even a little annoyed at the mess—the scattered decorations, the cake waiting on the table, the small banner you hastily put together.
What you didn’t expect was the way her expression cracked—just for a second. The way her eyes softened, something raw and unguarded flickering across her face before she caught herself. Before she scoffed, gripping her bag a little too tightly, and muttered, “You’re such an idiot.”
You should’ve let it go. Just laughed, moved on, kept things the way they were.
But she didn’t move.
She stood there, caught between hesitation and something she wouldn’t name, and suddenly, it wasn’t just about tonight.
It was about all of it—the late-night talks when she came home exhausted but still found a way to smile, the quiet gestures, the way she made space for you without even realizing it.
It was the fact that today wasn’t just one year since she started her job.
It was one year since she moved in. One year since this place started feeling a little fuller. A little more like home.
And it hit you then.
All the moments that snuck up on you, that built up piece by piece until there was no more denying it.
Because at some point—somewhere between the shared space, the stolen glances, the lines you swore you’d never cross—
You started falling for her too.
The apartment was quiet except for the soft clinking of utensils against ceramic.
Yuqi sat across from you, the warm glow of the dining room light casting a soft hue over her face. She took a bite, chewing slowly, and then—there it was.
That small, bittersweet smile.
You didn’t know what it meant, not exactly. But you knew it wasn’t the usual smug grin she wore when she teased you, nor the triumphant smirk she had when she got her way.
It was softer. More subdued. Like she was savoring something that wasn’t just the food.
You should’ve looked away. Focused on your plate. Kept things normal. But you didn’t.
Instead, you watched her, your grip tightening around your fork as the weight of everything settled in your chest.
You weren’t looking at her as a friend. Not anymore.
After dinner, Yuqi disappeared into her room while you started cleaning up. You heard the faint rustling of fabric, the sound of a drawer closing, but you didn’t think much of it—until she reemerged.
She padded into the living room in an old t-shirt and a pair of short shorts, her hair slightly damp, probably from washing up. The sight of her like this—comfortable, effortless—made something twist in your chest, but you shoved it down.
Wordlessly, she plopped onto the couch as you finished wiping the table, then leaned back against the cushions, stretching her legs out lazily.
By the time you grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge, she was already making herself at home, one arm draped over the backrest like she belonged there.
You handed her a can, and she took it without a word, cracking it open with a soft hiss.
The TV flickered in the dimly lit apartment, the background noise of a movie filling the space between you.
At some point, between the second beer and the slow lull of the film, Yuqi leaned into the cushions, her body naturally angling toward yours.
Neither of you said much—just the occasional comment, the quiet laughter. But even in the silence, it felt... easy. Comfortable.
And then the credits rolled.
The screen faded to black, leaving nothing but the soft glow from the city lights seeping through the window. The noise stopped.
And yet, you didn’t reach for the remote.
You glanced at her, watching as she traced the rim of her bottle with her thumb. Her expression was unreadable, but there was something contemplative in the way she exhaled, sinking deeper into the couch.
You hesitated, then asked, “Everything okay at work?”
She blinked, as if shaking off a thought. “Ye—yeah. Just some problems here and there, I guess.”
“Nothing you couldn’t handle, I assume.”
She snorted, tilting her head to look at you. “Of course not. Do you even know who you’re talking to?”
There she was again—the Yuqi you knew. The one who never backed down, who met everything head-on with that sharp, unshaken confidence.
But you’d seen her earlier. The way she lingered at the door. The way her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes tonight.
You hummed, setting your bottle down. “That so?”
Her brows furrowed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing,” you mused, stretching your arm along the back of the couch. “Just wondering if the great Song Yuqi is finally showing signs of weakness.”
She scoffed, turning to fully face you now, eyes narrowing. “You—”
Then, without warning, she flicked your forehead. Hard.
You flinched. “Ow—what the hell?”
“That’s for being annoying,” she said smugly, leaning back like she’d won something.
Oh. That’s how she wanted to play it?
Fine.
You barely gave her a second to react before your hand shot out, fingers pressing into her side.
The moment she realized what was happening, her smirk vanished.
“Wait—no! No, no, no! Don't tickle me” she yelped, twisting away instinctively. “You—asshole—stop!”
But you didn’t stop.
“Think you can flick me and walk away?” you taunted, fingers digging into her sides, relentless as she writhed against the couch, laughter spilling wild between you.
You pressed in, grinning, chasing her squirming frame—her giggles breaking apart into breathless, jagged bursts. She swatted at you, sloppy and weak, but you had the upper hand, her strength no match for yours.
“Admit it,” you teased, skimming the tender spot just below her ribs, knowing it’d unravel her.
“N-never—!” she choked out, twisting under you, her voice fraying as she fought your grip.
The couch groaned under the tussle—her thrashing, your weight shifting—and without thinking, you slid forward, pinning her deeper into the cushions. Your knee nudged between her thighs, pressing firm against her heat.
It didn’t register at first—too lost in the game, her laughter ringing sharp and bright. But then her giggles stumbled, thinning into ragged breaths. Her hands, once shoving, latched onto your arms, fingers digging in—not pushing now, but clinging.
You felt it—the hitch in her chest, the way her body stiffened, then softened, melting against you. Her laughter faded, replaced by something breathier, needier—a sound caught halfway between a gasp and a plea.
And then it slipped out—a moan, soft and unbidden, trembling past her lips.
Everything froze.
Your fingers stalled against her waist, her nails bit into your skin, and the air turned thick, electric. Her eyes snapped wide, lips parted, shock flickering over her face as her breath raced—short, shallow, unraveling.
Your pulse thundered, drowning out the silence, and that’s when you clocked it—your knee, still wedged between her thighs, pressed flush against her warmth.
Neither of you moved.
Neither of you breathed.
The laughter was dead.
Something else took its place—hot, heavy, and undeniable.
You cleared your throat, a feeble attempt to break the spell, to shake off the weight of what had just happened. Slowly, you pulled away, putting space between you before you lost the will to.
Your eyes flickered anywhere but at her—afraid to see what lingered in her expression. Fear? Surprise? Or something else entirely?
You pushed yourself up, ready to remove yourself from the couch, from the heat still clinging to your skin—But then. A tug. Subtle, hesitant.
Fingers curled around your wrist, just tight enough to stop you. To hold you in place.
To keep you from leaving the moment.
You turned, catching the flush creeping up her neck, her lips parted as she refused to meet your gaze.
“Yuqi…” you groaned, your voice strained, warning.
Her grip on your wrist tightened. “Do—don’t leave.”
That was all it took.
You moved back toward her, hesitant but drawn in all the same. The space between you shrank, your breath mingling with hers, lips barely a whisper apart. Her fingers twitched against your skin, but she didn’t pull away.
You could feel the heat radiating from her, the way her chest rose and fell, the way her body swayed ever so slightly in your direction. Just a little more and—
“Wait—!”
Her hands shot up, pressing against your chest—not forceful, not pushing you away completely, but enough to halt you in place.
Your jaw clenched. You stayed there, hovering, pulse hammering in your throat.
“What do you want, Yuqi?” you asked, your voice low, steady despite the storm inside you. “Be clear with me.”
She hesitated, eyes darting anywhere but yours. You felt it—the war within her, the pull and the push, the fear and the want.
You exhaled, nodding slightly. “Okay.”
You started to move back, giving her the space she seemed to need—
But then, just as you did, her arms looped around your neck, her body pressing against yours, her warmth, her scent, her head rising for her lips to meet yours.
Briefly, she pulls away gauging your reaction.
You cursed under your breath, a quiet, ragged sound, because you knew—knew—that if she kept holding onto you like this, you wouldn’t be able to stop.
Your hands found her waist, fingers curling instinctively, and before you could think better of it, you scooped her up.
Yuqi gasped, eyes widening. “Wha—what are you doing?”
You didn’t answer. You couldn’t.
You carried her past the dimly lit hallway, You stop at before the doors of your rooms.
Yuqi who had grasp your intention, murmured close to your chest “Mine—my room.” giving a answer to your conundrum.
Carrying her through the threshold of her room, our grip firm yet careful, your body thrumming with something dangerously close to surrender.
Then, as gently as you could, you set her down.
The bed dipped beneath her weight, her body sinking into the sheets.
And for a moment—just one agonizing moment—silence stretched between you. To pause. To asses. To decide.
Her breath came in uneven waves, fingers clutching the comforter beneath her, knuckles whitening as if it were an anchor. She looked like she was bracing herself—teetering on the edge of a decision, weighing what came next.
You hovered above her, resolve fraying, the heat of her body pulling you closer, unraveling every thread of restraint—
“…The—the door,” she whispered, voice barely audible, trembling with something fragile.
You pulled back, glancing toward it. “If I lock that, there’s no turning back.”
Her eyes flickered, wide and searching, then steadied. “I—I think it’s… it’ll be okay. If it’s you, I want it.”
The door clicked shut with her words, a soft, final sound that echoed in the quiet. You returned to her, sliding back onto the bed, looming over her frame—close enough to feel the faint tremor in her breath. “Do you even know what you just said?”
“Stop talking to me like a kid,” she snapped, her voice sharpening, though it wavered at the edges.
“That’s not an answer.” You held her gaze, unflinching. “Do you want to sleep with me?”
“Uh… yes.” The word slipped out, small and shaky, laced with fear and a defiance testing her own limits. She swallowed hard, then added, “Why? Don’t you want to?”
You shifted closer, your nose brushing hers, so near you could taste the alcohol on her breath—sharp and warm, mingling with the heat radiating off her skin. Her heavy exhales grazed your lips, and the air between you thickened, charged with something neither of you could name.
“What is this?” you murmured, half to yourself. Song Yuqi—bold, unshakable Yuqi—lay beneath you, face flushed crimson, pride crumbling into doubt. Her words stumbled, her usual fire dimmed, and you couldn’t help but press. “Are you really Yuqi?”
Maybe you were stalling too—teasing her, skirting the edge of what you both knew was coming, afraid to leap.
Then, out of nowhere, her hand shot up, smacking your chin with a clumsy shove, forcing distance between you.
“Ugh! I don’t know anymore, okay?! I haven't done this before!” she yelled, voice cracking with frustration. “Just—hurry up and show me your dick already!”
Her legs thrashed, feet flailing against the mattress in a wild, petulant burst. “You—crazy—woman” you blurt out.
You lunged forward, seizing her ankles, pinning them to the mattress with a firm, unyielding grip. “Calm down,” you said, voice low and steady, anchoring her as her chest heaved, the wild outburst dissolving into a taut, trembling stillness.
Her eyes flashed, defiant even now. “What, are you scared?”
You leaned in close, her challenge igniting something reckless in you. “You’re about to get fucked senseless.”
She smirked, unshaken, her voice a dare. “I think you’re the one who’s sca—sacred. Prove it.”
You crashed into her, lips seizing hers with raw, tongue intruding into her mouth, bruising hunger. Your hand slid up, fingers knotting in the back of her hair, yanking her closer—deeper—until no space remained, her frantic breaths fusing with yours in a desperate, unrelenting tangle.
Your other hand found her breast, cupping it firmly, and a sharp whimper broke from her throat—soft, unguarded, trembling against your mouth.
You pulled back just enough to rasp, “Do you want more? Tell me if you don’t.” “Ah!” she gasped, startled by the sudden absence of your lips, her voice faltering. “Uh—uh… it’s okay…”
You dove back in, claiming her mouth again, fiercer now, your hand slipping beneath her shirt.
Fingers roamed her chest, squeezing through the thin fabric of her bra, rucking up her clothes in the chaos. The hem of her shirt climbed past her breasts, her bra tugged askew—one pale pink nipple already peeking free, stark against her skin.
“Yu—qi,” you murmured, breaking the kiss again, though your lips hovered close, tethered by a glistening thread of saliva that refused to snap. “Do you want this?”
“I want it, yes,” she panted, breathless, her words tumbling out in a rush.
You guided her arms up, stretching them straight above her head, and she followed—pliant, trusting.
Your hands gripped the edge of her dress, peeling it upward, sliding it off in one fluid pull. Then, just as swiftly, you hooked her shorts, tugging them down as she lifted her legs to help, the fabric slipping free and pooling forgotten on the floor.
There she lay—pale skin glowing faintly in the dim light, her fit frame taut and trembling. Blonde hair spilled across the bed in wild, tangled waves, framing her like a halo gone rogue. Her white underwear clung to her hips, stark against her flush, one bra strap sagging, the displaced cup exposing a modest breast, its pink nipple hardened in the cool air. She blushed deep, one arm crossing shyly over her waist, the other hovering near her mouth, fingers brushing her lips as if to hide.
Her eyes darted away, unable to hold yours. “Why are you just staring?” she mumbled, voice small, edged with nerves she couldn’t quite mask.
You exhaled, a faint chuckle slipping out as you shook your head. “I’m just trying to figure out how you still look like a menace even when you’re—” Your words snagged mid-sentence as her glare cut through you, her cheeks blazing.
“Don’t,” she warned, voice tight.
You smirked, tilting your head. “Don’t what?”
Her eyes narrowed, sharp and accusing. “You know what.”
You leaned in, your breath grazing her skin, close enough to feel her tense. “What? I thought you lived for praise about your beauty.”
She swallowed hard, throat bobbing, fingers twisting into the sheets. Then, so soft it nearly slipped past—
“It’s different when it’s you.”
“Well, you are beautiful, Yuqi. I mean it.”
Her breath hitched at the words, a flicker of protest rising—ready to snap at your sly jab—but before she could, your lips found her neck, pressing firm and warm. Your hand slid to her breast, fingers brushing the exposed nipple, teasing it into a stiff peak.
She stiffened, a fleeting push against your chest, but it melted away fast—her resistance crumbling as you lavished her skin with attention.
“It… tickles,” she murmured, voice wobbling, half a complaint, half a surrender.
Your hand snaked behind her, deftly unhooking her bra with a flick. You tugged it free, letting it fall aside, her breasts spilling out—modest, pale, and perfect in the dim light. No hesitation—you dove in, lips closing over one nipple, sucking gently while your fingers toyed with the other, rolling it between them.
“Hey,” she gasped, a shaky laugh threading through her words, “aren’t you too good at this?”
You didn’t answer, too lost in her—her taste, her warmth, the way her whimpers grew sharper, rewarding every flick of your tongue, every pinch of your fingers. You pulled back, just enough to take her in fully—sprawled beneath you, clutching the sheets with white-knuckled desperation. Her blonde hair fanned wild across the bed, pale skin flushed deep, chest rising and falling in jagged bursts.
Your hands returned, pinching both nipples now, firm and deliberate. Her eyes—barely open—fought to hold yours, glazed with pleasure, her tongue slipping out as her mouth parted. Words failed her, dissolving into a string of moans and broken whimpers, the only sounds she could muster as she drowned in the sensation.
Wa—wait a sec…” She propped herself up against the pillow, hands darting to your face. Her fingers dug into your cheeks, pulling you in—too close, her touch firm and insistent.
“Kissing really feels good, don’t you think?” she mused, voice lilting with forced casualness. Her thumbs brushed slow, deliberate circles against your skin, betraying the act. “Especially when you feel it—you know, with tongues and everything.”
You arched a brow, amusement curling your lips. “Are you fishing for a kiss?”
She scoffed, but her hands didn’t budge, fingers lingering like they’d fused to you. “I’m just saying,” she huffed, eyes flicking aside, dodging yours. “No harm in a little discussion, right?”
You smirked, reading her like an open book—her little game, the way she circled what she craved, betting you’d cave first. “Just discussing, then?” you teased, tilting your head with mock innocence. “So I shouldn’t do it?”
Her grip faltered, a flash of panic skittering across her face. “I didn’t sa—”
She didn’t finish.
Your lips crashed into hers, silencing her protest, swallowing her words in a swift, ravenous press. Her breath snagged against your mouth, a sharp hitch—and for a fleeting second, she froze, caught off guard. Then she melted, hands slipping to grip your jaw, and before you could take control, her tongue darted forward—bold and sure, sliding into your mouth like she’d been waiting for this all along. The kiss deepened fast, tongues clashing in a messy, heated tangle, her pretense torched by the hunger she couldn’t hide.
Your hands roamed, restless—sliding down her sides, then lower, until they settled at her crotch. Fingers brushed the fabric of her panties, then slipped beneath, meeting slick heat that made your pulse jump. She was already wet, soaked through, and a low groan rumbled in your throat as you felt her.
You pulled back from the kiss, lips parting with a wet smack, and her eyes fluttered open, dazed and glassy. Your other hand hooked into her waistband, yanking the white fabric down her thighs in one rough tug, peeling it free and tossing it aside. She gasped, legs trembling as the cool air hit her bare skin.
“Already this wet?” you teased, voice gravelly, a smirk curling your lips. “You little pervert.”
Her face blazed red, embarrassment clashing with a spark of defiance in her eyes, but she didn’t pull back—her breath jagged, teetering between a snap and a whimper.
“Dum—dumbass, that’s what happens when—”
You didn’t let her finish. Your fingers pressed to her folds, slick and warm, rubbing along her slit with slow, deliberate strokes. Her grip on your neck tightened, nails biting into your skin, while her other hand fumbled to clutch your arm, trembling as her tongue slipped out, instinctive and desperate.
“Wha—what are you doing? St—stop—” she stammered, voice fracturing, but her hands betrayed her, sliding back to clutch the pillow behind her, knuckles whitening as she braced against the onslaught. “It fee—it feels weird. Really weird!” she cried, her tone pitching into a yell, raw and unraveling.
Her body locked tight for a split second—then shattered. Her back arched sharp off the bed, head snapping back into the pillow, a convulsion ripping through her as her thighs quaked. A rush of wet heat surged against your hand, her juices spilling out, soaking your fingers and dripping onto the sheets beneath. Her breath came in broken gasps, chest heaving, her tongue lolling slightly as the waves crashed over her, leaving her trembling in their wake.
“Fuck… shit…” she rasped, hands flying to cover her face, the flush so deep it seemed to bleed through her fingers, staining them red.
You blinked, caught off guard. “Why are you suddenly cursing?”
“No, no, I mean…” She peeked through her hands, voice small but edged with frustration. “Be—because my sheets… they’re all wet now.”
“Oh, uh… sor—sorry…” you muttered, heat creeping up your own neck.
Her eyes flicked to yours, still glassy from the haze, then narrowed with a glint of mischief. “Then… hurry up and take off your pants already,” she ordered, voice low and impatient.
You rose to your feet on the bed, shedding your pants and briefs in a quick, fumbling pull, letting them drop away. Your dick sprang free, hard and hovering above her as she sat back on her knees, gazing up at you. The sight alone—her pale, flushed body, blonde hair spilling wild, those sharp eyes locked on you—hit like a punch, and her intense stare only made it worse. You couldn’t hold it; your gaze skittered away, heat crawling up your neck.
“Hmmm… hey, what’s wrong?” she hummed, a smug grin creeping across her lips. “Why’re you suddenly shy now?”
“It’s reasonable with this view,” you muttered, voice snagging in your throat, barely dodging her piercing stare.
“Is that so?” Her smug grin bloomed wide, teetering on a giggle. She edged closer, her face drifting nearer—dangerously near—to your cock, so close a twitch could’ve brushed her lips. Then her hand shot out, fingers wrapping around your length, forming a tight ring just below the head. The sudden heat of her grip hit you hard—soft skin, firm pressure, a jolt of warmth that shot straight up your spine, making your breath catch and your hips tense instinctively. She started stroking, slow and deliberate, her palm sliding smooth against you, each pull tugging a raw, electric pulse through your core. “How is it? Is it okay? Does it feel good? Does it hurt?”
“You know, for someone who doesn’t know what she’s doing, you’re pretty damn bold,” you said, half-breathless, a smirk tugging despite the way her touch was unraveling you—every stroke a tease, her fingers tight enough to edge you toward losing it.
She ignored you, eyes flicking up with a glint of mischief, her hand keeping its rhythm—steady, maddening, the friction building heat that made your thighs twitch. “Doesn’t it feel good? Are you in paradise yet? You can cum—go ahead, it’s fine! Cum quick! Why aren’t you cumming? What’s wrong?!” Her questions tumbled out, fast and insistent, voice rising with a mix of glee and frustration.
“Yuqi, calm down,” you managed, voice straining as her pace quickened your pulse, her grip coaxing a throb you could barely hold back. “It doesn’t work like that.”
“It’s so warm,” she said, a grin tugging at her lips, “I could use it as a hand warmer.”
“Then tell me when you’re cold next time,” you shot back, half-jesting, legs trembling as you teetered between giving in to the pleasure and laughing at her ridiculous innocence. “I’ll whip it out for you.”
Her hand stilled mid-stroke, eyes snapping up to meet yours—sharp, focused, like she’d just clocked her next move and was weighing whether to go for it. Then she did. Her lips parted, soft and tentative, brushing against your tip. She pressed forward, mouth opening wider, her tongue flicking out to guide you in, warm and wet as it curled around the head.
She lingered there, treating it like a lollipop—licking slow, deliberate laps, tilting her head with each pass as if testing every angle. Her movements were clumsy, unpracticed—teeth grazing you now and then, a faint scrape that sent a jolt through you. A stray thought flickered: She might actually bite it.
And then, as if she’d snatched the thought right out of your skull, the ever-impulsive Yuqi went for it. Her teeth clamped down—not hard, just a quick pinch—sending a jolt of shock and a strange, sharp thrill spiking up your spine.
“Fuck—let go, you dumbass!” You yanked yourself back, pulling free from her mouth with a hiss.
“What the hell made you think biting it was a good idea?!”
“Ahh, sorry, sorry—I’m really sorry!” she blurted, eyes wide with panic, guilt flooding her face so fast it almost convinced you she didn’t mean it. “I didn’t even realize what I was doing!”
“Song Yuqi, get over here,” you said, voice firm, cutting through her fluster.
“Ar—are you okay?” she stammered, inching closer, her tone softening like a scolded puppy caught in the act. “Looks like you’re fine, though…”
You tugged her by her waist, laying her flat on the bed, your hand curling around her hip to pull her close. Fingers traced a slow, deliberate path from her knees up to her core, brushing her skin with intent. “Why’d you try to bite me? Do you want to be scolded, is that it?”
She turned her head, dodging your stare, her voice sinking to a sheepish mumble. “It looked delicious… so I thought I’d take a bite…”
You leaned in, capturing her lips again, kissing her deep and slow as you shifted between her thighs. Your hands nudged her legs apart, her skin warm and trembling under your touch. Your cock brushed her folds—slick, hot, a fleeting graze that made her breath hitch against your mouth.
You pulled back, eyes dropping to your shaft, guiding it with a steady hand. Your tip nudged her entrance, teasing her pussy with shallow dips, testing her heat. “Yuqi, you want to keep going?”
“Huh… How—how many times are you gonna ask?” she huffed, voice quivering, each word stuttering in time with the faint pulses of your cock against her. “Are you deaf…?”
You pressed in, your tip slipping past her entrance, sinking just enough to feel her tighten around you. A whimper spilled from her lips, quick and sharp, and you froze. “Are you alright? Should I go slower…?”
“Y—yes…!” she gasped, breaths shallow and ragged, holding them like she could trap the sensation inside.
“Yuqi, I want you to be comfortable,” you murmured, voice low, careful. “Tell me if it hurts—”
“Hey…” Her eyes glimmered, wet with tears—some already streaking down her flushed cheeks. She grabbed one wrist with her other hand, pinning her arms above her head, a shaky attempt at control. “Fu—fucking a beauty like me must feel good, right…?”
Even now, she bluffed—voice cracking, bravado fraying—but she wasn’t wrong. She felt incredible, her walls gripping you tight, pulsing hot around the bare inch you’d slipped inside, coaxing you deeper despite her trembling.
“…You just want to keep messing with me, don’t you…?” she murmured, eyes glinting through the haze.
“You keep doing it too,” you shot back, a faint smirk tugging at your lips.
“I’m gonna move a little,” you said, voice low. “Tell me if it hurts.”
“Mmhh,” she hummed, nodding faintly, her breath already shallow.
You pressed deeper, sliding slow and steady, her heat swallowing you inch by inch. Her body tensed, a soft gasp escaping as you sank further.
“Does it hurt?” you asked, pausing. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” she whispered, voice thin but firm, her eyes locked on yours.
“Then I’ll move a little more…?”
Your hands slid to her thighs, fingers digging into her soft flesh as you pulled her closer, burying your entire length inside her in one smooth thrust. She clenched around you, a tight, wet pulse that made your breath hitch.
“You’re really okay…?”
“Yeah… I’m good,” she managed, a shaky edge to her words. “Just… carry on, alright…?”
You grabbed her wrists, pinning them between you, tugging them toward your chest as you started to pump—slow at first, each thrust deliberate, feeling her stretch and yield. Her breath stuttered, eyes fluttering shut.
“Wha—what’s this… it feels so weird…” she gasped, voice breaking as her body rocked beneath you.
You quickened your pace, pounding faster, harder—stamina leaching with every sharp snap of your hips. Her moans poured out, jagged and piercing, swelling louder as you drove into her. Then, with a final thrust—deeper, fiercer than the rest—you buried yourself to the hilt, her head whipping back into the pillow, back bowing high off the bed. A raw, guttural moan ripped from her throat, her body quaking beneath you, clenching tight around your cock.
Out of breath, you propped yourself up on your arms, hovering over her sweat-slick frame. “Yuqi, you sure you’re okay? Should I go slower?”
She groaned, rolling her eyes despite the flush on her cheeks. “I told you I’m fine already—”
Her complaint drowned as you thrust back in, cutting her off, plunging deep to reclaim your rhythm. Her moans sang out again, sharp and sweet, and you drank them in, one hand finding her breast—cupping it firm, kneading the soft flesh, her nipple stiff and pressing into your palm like a needy pulse. You used it as leverage, anchoring yourself as you rocked into her.
“Raise your back,” you ordered, voice rough. She obeyed, arching up, and your hands slid to her waist, gripping her hips tight. With the new angle, you pulled her against you, thrusting harder, each slam sinking you deeper—her heat swallowing you, slick and tight, tugging you toward the brink.
The edge hit fast. Her walls spasmed around you, hot and relentless, a sudden, vise-like grip that yanked you over. You groaned low, thrusts stuttering as you came—thick, pulsing spurts flooding her, the wet heat of her pussy milking every last drop, a dizzying rush that blurred your senses. Yuqi shattered with you—her moans spiking into a broken cry, legs trembling, nails clawing the sheets as her climax tore through her. Her core clenched hard, a gush of warmth soaking you both, her body bucking against yours in wild, shuddering waves.
Exhausted, you slumped toward her, chest heaving. She met you halfway, mouth open, greedy—her lips crashing into yours, tongue darting out to pull yours in, tangling with a sloppy, desperate edge as she rode out the aftershocks pressed against you.
~🐶~
Yuqi teetered on the edge of consciousness, drunk on pleasure, her mind barely clinging to coherence in the quiet lull. She slumped back against you, her spine pressing into your chest as you hugged her tight from behind, your back braced against the headboard. Her breath came slow, ragged, her body limp yet humming with the afterglow.
Exhausted but not sated, she stirred as your hands roamed again. One slid to her breast, cupping it gently, fingers teasing the still-hard nipple—rolling it slow, coaxing a faint shiver from her. The other dipped lower, finding her clit, rubbing soft circles against the swollen bud. Her folds, slick and warm, rested heavy against your dick, subtly coating it with her dripping heat, a fresh trickle of her arousal seeping out as her body woke anew. She squirmed, a sleepy moan slipping free, her hips twitching instinctively into your touch—chasing more despite the haze.
Her mind spun, fragmented thoughts flickering through the haze: What should I do??
I’m actually doing it with him—with you.
Having sex with my friend—with you, of all people.
Yuqi’s thoughts snapped off, severed by a single, brutal thrust as you plunged back into her. Her body jolted, pinned tight against yours—your arms clamped around her, refusing her even an inch to squirm. A raw, involuntary moan tore from her throat, heat flooding her core as your cock filled her again, stretching her slick walls with a sudden, relentless pressure that made her head spin.
“You—you jerk!” she gasped, voice fracturing, each word sliced by whimpers and moans she couldn’t choke back. “Why did you suddenly—” Her sentence crumbled, drowned by the waves of pleasure rippling through her, your thrusts relentless, robbing her of breath and coherence. Her hand shot back, fingers tangling in your hair, yanking you closer in a clumsy, desperate retaliation—her nails scraping your scalp as she fought to reclaim some control.
“Fuck! It… feels so… good…” she moaned, the confession spilling out, her voice thick with surrender. Every slam of your hips sent a jolt through her—her insides clenching tight around you, a tingling heat pooling low, her thighs trembling against the onslaught.
Yuqi twisted her head toward you, lips parting, tongue lolling out in a silent plea. You met her halfway, your mouth crashing into hers, tongues tangling in a sloppy, wet mess—her saliva mixing with yours, sharp and bitter on her tastebuds, a hungry edge to the kiss that made her dizzy.
You paused, buried deep inside her, your length a thick, unyielding pressure stretching her core. Your voice rasped hot against her ear, rough and taunting. “Yuqi, why are you moaning so loud? You’re a total pervert, aren’t you?” Your hand clamped onto her breast, squeezing hard, fingers catching her nipple—pinching with a sharp twist that sent a jolt of heat stabbing through her chest, her skin tingling, raw under your grip.
“Wha—what?” The sudden stillness yanked her from her euphoria, your words sparking a flare of annoyance in her hazy mind. “I’m not a pervert! This is because—”
Her protest died as she felt you shift inside her—a subtle, deliberate twitch, just enough to press against her walls, sending a fresh ripple of pleasure curling through her belly. A whimper slipped out, soft and traitorously loud, snuffing her temper before it could catch.
“Is it because it doesn’t hurt anymore?” you teased, voice low, your breath grazing her neck. “You’re fully fitted to my cock now, is that it?” It wasn’t just a taunt—it was a truth she couldn’t dodge. She felt it: her body molded to you, slick and tight, every inch of her clinging like she’d been made for this. Denial burned on her tongue, but her silence betrayed her.
For a heartbeat, the air hung thick—then Yuqi felt it again. Your cock twitched inside her, a sudden, firm pulse that nudged against her walls, straining the tight grip she had on you. She barely registered it before your hands tightened on her hips, lifting her ass higher mid-thrust. The motion shoved her forward, a sharp jolt rocking through her core as you pumped harder, still buried deep. Her arms buckled under the force, knees skidding across the sheets, and she scrambled to catch herself—landing on all fours, ass propped high, her body trembling from the hot, aching stretch where you stayed lodged inside her.
“What are you—?!” she yelped, voice splintering, but before she could twist or protest, your weight shifted forward. You followed her down, pressing against her back—a solid, unrelenting heat pinning her in place as you kept thrusting, relentless, your rhythm unbroken, each slam sinking deeper into her slick, pulsing core.
uqi’s hand flailed back, fingers scrabbling for purchase against your relentless, rabid thrusts—each one slamming into her with a force that made her core throb and ache, a wild rhythm she couldn’t match. Tears streaked her cheeks, her cries spilling out sharp and broken as the pleasure drowned her, too much, too fast. Her grip faltered, and the bed seemed to tilt—your weight unsteady above her. In a clumsy tangle, you both toppled sideways, crashing onto the sheets. But the fall didn’t slow you—your hips kept pumping, unbothered, and now she was trapped. Your arms snaked around her, pinning her own against her chest, locking her tight in your embrace. She moaned helplessly, voice raw and trembling, as you ravaged her hole—each thrust a deep, merciless plunge that wrecked her from the inside out.
Then it hit—a sudden, electric shock blasted through Yuqi, sharp and blinding. Your cock struck her G-spot, a precise, brutal nudge that made her walls clamp down hard, a scream tearing from her throat as her body bucked wildly against you. You caught it—your rhythm shifted fast, seizing the moment. One hand hooked under her thigh, hoisting her leg up, twisting her into a scissoring sprawl. The angle split her open, and you drove deeper—impossibly deeper—your length grinding that spot with every thrust, a hot, pulsing pressure that sent shudders racing up her spine. Her slick heat drenched you, her core spasming out of control, and she couldn’t stop it—the moans, the tremors, the way her body gave in completely to the chaos you unleashed inside her.
Both of you gasped for air, a brief break settling in as your bodies stilled. The position shifted naturally—Yuqi’s eyes stayed clamped shut, too heavy to lift under the intensity, even now in the quiet. She couldn’t see, but she felt your shadow loom over her, your presence hovering close, a dark heat she sensed through her haze.
“Yuqi, get up,” you said, voice rough. She obeyed, dragging herself upright, though her lids barely cracked open—exhaustion weighing them down. You pulled her onto your lap, her thighs straddling yours, facing you. Your thrusts resumed, slower now, and she felt your mouth on her breast—lips sucking, tongue flicking her nipple, a wet, warm pull that sparked faint jolts through her chest. Her arms trembled as she propped herself against you.
Slowly, you reclined back, and Yuqi’s hands slid to the headboard, gripping it for balance. She didn’t know when it happened—her mind too foggy to track—but she realized she was moving, humping you on her own, hips rolling instinctively against your steady length. Her pace faltered, exhaustion creeping in, slowing her down. Then you took over—your hands gripped her hips, and you pumped up into her again, reigniting the fire in her core with each thrust.
Her hand shot to your hair, fingers twisting tight, yanking your face close. Her tongue lolled out, desperate, and you met it—your tongue tangling with hers, a sloppy, wet dance that tasted of sweat and need. “Hug me,” she rasped, tongue still out, voice thick. “Hug me,” she begged again, more frantic, a plea trembling on her lips.
Yuqi felt you overpower her—your arms wrapped around her, pulling her down until she crashed onto her back. She clung to you, arms looping around your neck, legs locking tight around your waist, holding you deep inside her. Any second now, she knew it—both of you teetering on the edge. Her thighs parted wider, welcoming your thrusts, her body aching for release.
Then it came. Her orgasm hit like a tidal wave—her walls seized around you, spasming hard, a gush of heat flooding her core as she shattered. She felt you pull out mid-clench, your cock slipping free, and a split second later, the hot, thick splatter of your cum streaked across her skin—her belly, her thighs—branding her as her own climax pulsed through. Her moans choked off, her vision blurred, and her consciousness slipped away, fading to black as the last shudder rocked her limp frame.
~~~
Yuqi woke up to warmth—soft fabric against her skin, the dull ache in her limbs, and the distant hum of the world outside.
Her brows furrowed, still caught in the haze of sleep, but something felt… off. The scent in the air wasn’t quite hers. The bed didn’t feel quite right.
Then, as she shifted, the sensation of bare skin against unfamiliar sheets jolted her fully awake.
Her eyes snapped open. Sunlight streamed through her curtains, too bright, too loud, as her pulse pounded in her ears. Her room. She was in her room. But—
The sheets. They weren’t hers.
Panic flared in her chest as fragments of last night started to piece themselves together.
Her breath hitched.
Oh. Oh, shit.
She sat up too fast, wincing as soreness bloomed through her body. That was another thing—the ache in her muscles, the evidence of everything she’d done, everything she’d let happen.
And then, finally, she noticed—
The oversized shirt slipping past her shoulder, familiar but not hers.
Your shirt. Her grip on the fabric tightened.
This wasn’t happening.
But the soreness in her body told her it was. The unfamiliar sheets told her it was. Your shirt draped over her skin—your scent clinging to it—told her it was.
Yuqi’s breath came uneven as the full weight of what she’d done crashed over her.
She’d slept with you.
You.
Her friend. Her longtime friend.
A sharp pang of regret twisted in her chest, not because she hadn’t wanted it—God, that was the worst part—she had wanted it. She had kissed you back, had let you undress her, had clung to you like you were the only thing keeping her grounded.
But she hadn’t expected it. Not like this. Not when she wasn’t ready to risk everything.
Not when it could ruin you.
She raked her hands through her hair, cursing under her breath. How the hell did she let it get this far? How the hell did she let herself fall?
The silence of the room felt suffocating. And you—where were you? Were you regretting it too? Were you somewhere in the apartment, figuring out how to tell her this was a mistake?
Her stomach churned at the thought.
The smell of food drifted into the room, warm and familiar.
Yuqi swallowed hard, gripping the edge of the bedsheet.
You’re cooking.
That meant you were still here. That meant you hadn’t run off in regret, hadn’t left her alone in this mess she didn’t know how to clean up.
Maybe… maybe it’s not too late.
If she just acted normal—if she pretended last night was a mistake, a stupid, drunken slip-up—maybe things wouldn’t have to change.
Maybe she wouldn’t have to lose you.
Yuqi exhaled sharply, pressing her fingers to her temples. Her thoughts spiraled, one after the other, faster than she could catch them.
What if you wanted to forget too? What if you were in the kitchen right now, thinking of ways to brush it off, to laugh about it, to shove it in the back of your minds where it could rot, untouched?
Could you both really pretend it didn’t happen? Could she?
She forced herself out of bed, her legs weak beneath her, the oversized fabric of your shirt hanging off her frame. She had to face you. She had to fix this before it shattered into something she couldn’t repair.
With careful steps, she made her way to the kitchen.
And there you were. Standing by the stove, spatula in hand, acting like this was just any other morning.
Her chest clenched.
Maybe it could be. Maybe if she played it right, you could go back.
She took a deep breath, steadied herself, then tried.
“So,” she started, keeping her voice light. Too light. “What’s for breakfast, chef?”
You turned slightly, meeting her gaze. And for a second—just a second—something flickered in your expression.
Something unreadable.
But then you smirked. “Figured you’d need something to get your strength back after last night.”
Her stomach dropped.
She forced a laugh. “Oh, shut up.”
You plated the food, setting it on the counter. “Not hungry?”
Yuqi hesitated. Her fingers curled around the hem of your shirt—her only layer of protection against the vulnerability clawing up her throat.
This was slipping. She could feel it.
“Look,” she said, trying to sound casual, like she wasn’t barely holding herself together. “Last night was… you know. We were drunk, and it just… happened.”
You didn’t respond immediately. Instead, you grabbed a glass of water, taking a slow sip before setting it down.
Then, you leveled her with a look.
“And?”
Yuqi blinked. “And?”
You leaned against the counter, arms crossing over your chest. “Are you trying to say it was a mistake?”
Her mouth opened. Nothing came out.
Because that’s not what she meant—not really.
But if she didn’t say it, if she didn’t put that distance back, she didn’t know what would happen.
She didn’t know if she could handle what would happen.
“I just think,” she tried again, voice weaker this time, “that we should just… go back. Like before. We don’t have to—”
“Yuqi. You know that's bullshit.”
She froze.
"That was four cans between us. You can drink five alone and still balance on a pole—don't act like that was the reason.”
The way you said her name—steady, firm, like you’d already made up your mind—it made her stomach twist.
“Before isn’t an option,” you said simply.
Four cans.
That’s all it was. Just four stupid cans.
And yet, here you were, looking at her like you were about to ruin everything.
The air in the room shifted—her room, but suddenly it didn’t feel like hers anymore. The sheets smelled like you, the oversized shirt hanging off her shoulders wasn’t hers either. Nothing felt like hers anymore, not even her own body, sore in places she had no right to acknowledge.
Her stomach twisted, panic crawling up her throat. No. No, no, no—
Her gaze dropped to the floor, unable—unwilling—to look at you. If she saw your face, if she saw the regret, the indifference, or worse, the pity—it would break her.
“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” she blurted, voice thin, barely holding together. Maybe if she said it first, if she got ahead of it, she could stop whatever came next.
But then—
“Yuqi, being friends with you has been fun, but—”
But.
That one word shattered everything.
No. Not like this. Not you.
“But what?” Her voice cracked, too raw, too exposed. “Is that it? Over just like that?”
You didn’t say anything, and it made her chest tighten, like her ribs were caving in.
“Did you hate it that much?” she forced out, her hands fisting in the fabric of the sheets.
“No, Yuqi, not like that. Let me talk—”
“To what? To hear your excuse?” Her voice rose, frantic now. “How can you talk so calmly? Is that how it is? I’m the only one who actually valued this friendship? I make one mistake, and you’re already ready to leave?”
“Yuqi. Look at me.”
There was a weight in the way you said her name—stern, unyielding—but she didn’t want to hear it. Couldn’t.
Her breath hitched. Her hands trembled as she dug them into the mattress, nails pressing into the fabric, grounding herself.
“Why can’t you just stay?” Her voice was barely above a whisper now, desperate, fraying at the edges. “I’m sorry, okay? This—this was a one-time thing. That’s it. So you don’t have to leave. It doesn’t mean anything.”
It was a lie. A pathetic, miserable lie.
But if saying it kept you from walking away, then she’d let it shatter her.
Except—
Before she could breathe, before she could take it back—
Your lips crashed into hers.
You knew what she was thinking. You knew how much she was spiraling, how the weight of her own fears was crushing her. And maybe—probably—it was best to just tell her, to stop her panic before it got any worse.
But watching her like this, hopelessly caught in her own misunderstanding, her pride stripped away, her vulnerability laid bare… you couldn’t help but find her cute.
So you kissed her.
When you pulled away, her breath was shaky, her wide eyes darting between yours.
“Will you listen to me now?”
She nodded—barely, hesitantly—before her gaze dropped back to the floor.
You sighed. “Yuqi, we’ve been friends for a while—”
Her head shot up so fast you almost laughed. Her eyes were glassy, lips parted as if she was about to say something—
But before she could, you kissed her again, swallowing whatever words she had.
“We’ve been friends for a while,” you repeated against her lips, softer this time. “And I thought we were always going to stay that way. But this past year…”
She was shaking now, small, uneven trembles as her tears finally spilled over. She pouted, biting her lip, trying so hard to keep it together. You placed a hand on her head, fingers threading through her hair, petting her gently.
That was the trigger.
The dam broke.
Her shoulders shook as she let out a muffled, choked sob, burying her face into your chest.
You couldn’t help but chuckle. “But this past year, Yuqi…” You wiped her tears away with your thumbs, tilting her face up so she had no choice but to look at you. “I realized how dumb I was to keep thinking of you as just a friend. An amazing woman like you—you’re funny, you’re smart, you work hard, you’re pre—beautiful, and above all, you’re confident in everything you do…”
Then, with a smirk, you added, “And it’s absolutely hilarious when you’re wrong.”
She punched you—hard enough to send the message, but too weak to actually hurt.
“What I’m trying to say is, I like you. And just like you, I was scared of losing you too, Yuqi.”
She sniffled, hastily wiping at her face, the reality of your words finally sinking in.
“…That’s why, um—”
“What?!”
“I’m asking—can we be together?”
Her breath hitched.
And then, with no warning, the tears came rushing back as she smacked your chest. “Of course we can, you idiot! Why didn’t you say that first?!”
You had no excuse, only laughter. You pulled her into your arms, and she clung to you just as tightly.
“Yuqi…” you whispered, lips brushing against her ear.
You kissed her cheek. Then her forehead. Then her lips. Slowly, tenderly, you moved downward, pressing soft kisses along her jaw, her neck—
And then, a loud growl rumbled through the silence.
Yuqi stiffened.
You froze.
And then—
You let out a loud snort.
Yuqi turned bright red. “Don’t—don’t laugh! I hate you.”
You grinned, pulling away just enough to meet her eyes. “I like you.”
She huffed, still flustered.
You raised an eyebrow, teasing. “Do you at least like my cooking?”
Her voice was small, barely above a mumble.
“…I—I like it.”
You smirked, reaching for her hand, your fingers brushing her sweat-damp skin. “Then come on, let’s eat before you actually pass out on me.”
But just as you turned toward the kitchen, a sharp tug yanked you back.
Her grip was firm on your wrist.
“What is it?” you asked, pivoting to face her.
Yuqi hadn’t moved, her body squirming slightly, thighs pressing together. Her hands fisted over the oversized shirt—your shirt—clutching the fabric low over her stomach like she could hide her itch you could scratch away. Her chest heaved, tits straining against the fabric, nipples poking through—already hard from the kiss earlier. Her face was red, not from embarrassment of her stomach, but from the heat that you just have built up.
She was still breathless, her chest rising and falling unevenly, her skin flushed in a way that had nothing to do with exhaustion.
And her eyes—dark, hungry, locked onto you like she was barely holding herself back.
Your grin deepened.
You leaned in, close enough that she could feel the heat of your breath against her lips, but not close enough to give her what she wanted.
“Let’s eat first,” you murmured, your voice low, teasing.
Then, smirking, you added, “After, you can beg me to fuck you again.”
She shook, a quick, horny tremble.
And just like that, you pulled away, already heading toward the kitchen.
You didn’t have to look back to know she was still standing there, fuming, frustrated, and—most of all—waiting.
a/n: thanks for reading, also thoughts on the switching pov while maintaining 2nd pov ("you" pronoun)? Or is using 3rd person pov when in idols pov better?
#yuqi smut#gidle smut#male reader smut#kpop smut#smut#kpop fanfic#kpop fluff#idol x reader#idol x male reader#qwilorg#qwib-short-story#yuqi#qwib-idle
813 notes
·
View notes
Text
Golden Hour Café
Length: 1.8k words
Genre: Fluff
Nmixx Kyujin x (G)-idle Soyeon x Male Reader
(Author's Note: Wrote this for a prompt thingy hosted by @woollypoison! Thenk yew ooly, it was very fun :] Also, using a different divider cuz I had formatting issues with the other one :> Enjoy!)
⋆˚☆˖°⋆。° ✮˖ ࣪ ⊹⋆.˚⋆˚☆˖°⋆。° ✮˖ ࣪ ⊹⋆.˚✩࿐
The faint scent of roasted coffee beans wafts past your nostrils as you sweep the empty cafe. There’s no reason to—there hasn’t been any customers for the past couple hours—but it’s better than sitting around doing nothing, and your uncle will give you an earful if he catches you slacking off again. The summer sun casts long rays of golden light through the windows. It’s already hot enough even with the AC on blast, so you try to sweep around those areas.
Some song by The Beatles blasts through the speakers, echoing throughout the empty cafe. A favorite of your uncle’s, but not something you would ever listen to willingly. With the way Kyujin is bobbing her head as she wipes down the tables, it might become one of her favorites too.
“Don’t tell me you actually like this song,” you mutter.
Your friend shrugs. “It’s kinda catchy.”
“It’s so… old, though.”
“Maybe I’m just an old soul.”
“Old soul?” you chuckle. “But you look like a—Ow.” She slaps your arm with a wet rag.
“Don’t even think about finishing that sentence.” Kyujin tries to glare, but it comes off more like an angry kitten rather than anything remotely threatening.
“Whatever.” You plop into one of the booths with a long sigh, dropping the broom at your feet. “So much for an opening day.”
Kyujin sits across from you, leaning her head on the table. “It wasn’t so bad. Five customers is pretty good for the first day.”
“Four,” you point out. “One of them was only here to use the bathroom.”
She opens her mouth to argue, but sinks into the table with a dejected sigh instead. “Just trying to be optimistic,” she mutters, voice muffled.
Your uncle waltzes in from the back, whistling along to the song. “Hey kiddos, how are we…” His voice falters as he sees the two of you sitting down, disheartened and exhausted. “C’mon, it’s just opening day. We’ll get more customers eventually,” he tries to cheer you up, but the uncertainty in his voice speaks louder than his words.
“I guess…” you utter.
“Yeah…” Kyujin adds.
You feel bad, but not for lack of trying. Your uncle spent months getting this cafe up and running, even quitting his old desk job so he could focus all his efforts on his real dream. It’s commendable, to say the least. You watched him put all his blood, sweat, and tears into this place—you just wish other people saw that too.
“Um, sir?” Kyujin asks, tentatively raising her hand.
“You don’t have to call me ‘sir’, Kyujin,” your uncle grins. “What’s up?”
“Do we… still get paid?” Your head shoots up at the thought of your first paycheck.
He sighs. “Yes, of course. Just not until the end of the week.”
You and Kyujin sink back into the leather cushions with a groan. You spent the entire day here, barely making a handful of drinks, and you have to do that four more times until you get paid? Working is a scam.
“Why don’t I go buy us some dinner while you two close up shop for today, huh?” your uncle offers. “What are we feeling? Pizza? Burgers? Chinese?”
Kyujin looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to choose. You stifle a smile as her wide eyes peer into yours. You almost forget to answer, too distracted by the way her eyes sparkle like the sun. “Uh, I’m fine with anything. You?” you ask her. Her lips curl into that giddy smile that never fails to make your heart flutter.
“Pizza, please!” she exclaims.
“Alright, I’ll be back in a few with some pizzas.” The door chime rings as your uncle makes his exit, leaving you two to close up shop. You run through the mental checklist in your mind, but considering you’ve done nothing but clean all day, most of the work is already done.
“Y’know, when the cafe gets busier, we’ll probably miss quiet days like these,” Kyujin comments as she stacks up the chairs.
“Maybe,” you shrug. “I’d much rather make drinks than pointlessly push the broom around for hours.”
She chuckles, her cheeks puffing up like marshmallows. For a moment, you imagine what it must feel like, pinching them in between your fingers. “Hey, at least your hands aren’t all clammy from that wash rag. If anything you got the easy job,” she says.
“Aww, you worried a little rag is gonna ruin your soft baby hands?” Kyujin suddenly attacks you with a flurry of slaps against your arm, but in all her fury, it just ends up tickling. “What are you doing? Stop!”
“Stop being mean!”
“I’m not being mean—”
The door chime jingles, and the two of you freeze. A woman with long black hair and dressed in a cool denim jacket stands in the doorway, eyeing the two of you oddly.
“Uh, are you still open?” she asks, gaze bouncing back and forth between you two.
“U-um, yes we are!” You quickly take down one of the chairs just for her while Kyujin scurries behind the counter.
“What would you like to drink, ma’am?” Kyujin asks in that customer service tone the two of you practiced last night.
“Just an iced americano,” the woman answers coolly.
“Coming right up!”
You join Kyujin behind the counter, both to help and so you don’t just stand around awkwardly. She grabs a plastic cup and shovels ice into it, the cubes clattering loudly. “Americanos are just espresso and water, right?” she whispers, glancing up at you.
“Yeah,” you answer. “You remember how to pull a shot?”
“Duh, I’m not you,” she smirks, twisting the portafilter into the espresso machine. You almost slap her arm, but stop yourself, not wanting to mess her up. Kyujin presses a button on the machine, causing it to hum to life before dripping liquid gold into the tiny glass underneath.
She leans in, inspecting it closely. “Crema looks decent,” she mutters.
“Okay Gordon Ramsay, it’s not rocket science,” you tease.
“That doesn’t even make sense, he’s a chef, not a barista, stupid. Now move!” she hisses, waving you away as if she needs ample space just to pour espresso over ice cubes. She finishes it off with a splash of cold water, stirs the dark brown concoction with a spoon, and caps it off.
“One iced americano, for Miss, uh…” Kyujin blanks out.
“Soyeon. Thanks, kid,” she grins, taking the drink and bringing the straw to her lips. The two of you can’t help but watch in anticipation as she tastes the drink that the two of y— er, Kyujin made. “Not bad.”
You and Kyujin jump into each other’s arms, squealing and bouncing around in joy. Perhaps you hold onto her for a little too long or a little tightly, but if her laughter is any indication of things, she doesn’t seem to mind. After a long, boring day, it feels good to end on a win.
“Are you two dating or something?” Soyeon. chuckles, taking a seat near the counter. Kyujin suddenly scrambles off of you, her face turning pink like a sunburn.
“N-no! We’re not! Just friends!” she exclaims, waving her hands wildly in embarrassment.
“Y-yeah, just friends…” you echo, trying to mask the pain in your voice.
“Right…” Soyeon looks around the cafe, admiring the old time-y decorations that your uncle set up. “Is this place new? I don’t think I’ve ever seen it before.”
“Yeah, we just opened today. My uncle owns the cafe,” you answer.
“Ooh, cool. Must be fun working with your girlfriend.”
“S-she’s not my—!”
“I know, I know, ‘just friends’,” she chuckles. “Pardon my teasing, I had a bunch of meetings and I’ve had to act serious all day.”
“I-its okay,” Kyujin assures her, still red in the face. “If you don’t mind me asking, what do you do for work?”
“I’m an… artist,” Soyeon hesitates.
“Ooh, so you make music and stuff? That’s so cool!”
“Yeah, well, that’s what I’m supposed to be doing anyways.” The older woman lets out a long sigh, letting her jet black hair fall to the side. “These days, it feels like my job is to argue with old guys in suits just so I can make the music that I want to make.”
“Ah, I see…” Kyujin nods, feeling bad for accidentally dampening the mood.
“Are there any songs we might know from you?” you ask in an attempt to change the subject.
“Sorry kid, I really don’t wanna be rude, but I’d rather not talk about work right now,” Soyeon mutters.
“Ah, that rough, huh?”
“Yup.” She takes a long sip of her drink. “C’est la vie, I suppose.”
“Was that Spanish?” Kyujin whispers to you. “I barely passed Spanish.” You gently nudge her side, giving her an “I’ll tell you later” look.
“So, what about you two?” Soyeon asks. “Still bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, I see. There’s still hope in your eyes.”
“We’re just working here for the summer until next semester starts,” you explain.
“Ah, the sweet simplicity of youth.” Soyeon shuts her eyes, rocking back and forth to the song playing through the speakers. “No rules, no expectations, just pure freedom. How wonderful.”
Kyujin shoots you a confused look, but all you can do is shrug in response, not quite understanding what’s going on. “U-uh, yeah, it’s pretty nice, I guess,” you utter nervously.
Soyeon opens her eyes and sighs before walking up to the counter and taking out her wallet. “Let me give you a tip.”
“Oh, thank you, that’s very ki—”
“Run wild, run free, break the law, but most importantly, have fun.” Soyeon drops a fat wad of cash into the tip jar before walking off, nearly bumping into your uncle as he returns with the pizzas. “I’ll see you around, kiddos.” Without turning around, she flashes a peace sign before disappearing around the corner.
“Who was that?” your uncle asks, confusion written all over his face.
“I have no idea, but I think I wanna be her when I grow up,” Kyujin says, eyes wide as she fans through our newly acquired stack of cash. Soyeon could’ve been a witch or an escaped convict or whatever, as long as she keeps giving you tips like these, you don’t mind having her as your first ever regular.
“Do you think she’ll come back?” Kyujin asks as she finishes washing the dishes.
“Maybe,” you reply, wiping off the counters. “Seems like she liked the place. Almost like she… needed it, or something.” “Wow, how thoughtful of you,” she giggles, gently elbowing your side. You chuckle softly, charmed by the way her nose scrunches up whenever she laughs. If every day is just like this, cracking jokes in the pleasant atmosphere with Kyujin, then maybe the quiet days aren’t so bad after all.
#nmixx#g idle#jang kyujin#jeon soyeon#nmixx kyujin#g idle soyeon#kpop fanfic#kpop gg#nmixx x male reader#g idle x male reader#nmixx x male oc#g idle x male oc#nmixx kyujin x male reader#g idle soyeon x male reader#nmixx kyujin x male oc#g idle soyeon x male oc#fluff#kyujin fluff#soyeon fluff#nmixx kyujin fluff#g idle soyeon fluff
217 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Shy Nerdy Best Friend is Actually Pretty Cool... and Hot
Minnie x Male Reader
one-shot

tags: friends to lovers, fluff, Confession, babying, drunk reader, penetration, blowjob, cumshot...
You don't remember much from that night. One of the few alcohol-induced blackouts you've had in your life, with fragmented memories blurred like a distant dream, some real, others not. Vague, like the first memory of your childhood, but not as special. Based on what Minnie said, you were brought to her house by some of your "friends" after drinking all you could at a stupid party you didn't even want to go to. The idea was for Minnie to take care of you, 'cause, in the condition you were in, staying alone at home was risky and, well, none of your "friends" - and these were their words - would act like your "mother"...
except for her...
The doorbell rang around 09:30 PM.
She answered the door with curious astonishment, probably having been asleep when this hurricane of voices hit her door.
"He's all yours!" said one of your friends, pushing you towards Minnie.
"HEY, WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?!" she asked alarmed. "... What happened to him...?"
"He's drunker than the devil. We brought him here for you to keep an eye on him," said the other friend, the one who drove to Minnie's house.
"Me?!"
"Of course. We're not his mom to take care of the guy." They looked at each other and laughed as if it were the funniest thing in the world. "You've done this before, right?"
"No. Last time he was sick. I don't know how to take care of a drunk person!" she tried to explain while using all her strength to keep you upright.
The problem was that you weighed almost twice as much as she did.
"Great. It's practically the same thing!"
"We're going back to the party! Tell him to call us tomorrow. See you later, babe!" he said, ironically, of course.
"Hey... are you okay?" Minnie asked you.
"Your hair is all messy," you said, messing up her hair even more.
"I was napping on the couch. And you're a complete mess. But let's get inside, you weigh more than a bull!"
You put your arm around Minnie and dragged yourself into the house with her. She helped you sit on the couch; your head was spinning and everything seemed terribly distant. When you looked at Minnie, she seemed to be staring at you, but you weren't sure. In your state, even her action figures seemed to be watching you.
"I think I'm bothering you. I am, aren't I?" you asked. "I can go home. I can walk just fine."
You made a motion to get up.
"Sit down, idiot!" she said, pushing you back onto the couch. "It's okay. I'm just worried about you. Did you take any drugs?"
"Hmm, I don't think so," you replied, terribly sincere.
She brought you a glass of water. While you were drinking, she asked:
"I tried to talk to you several times today. I called and texted you. I thought we were going to marathon that stupid Hobbit trilogy.”
"Looks like I had better plans," you replied sarcastically.
"Uh-huh, it seems so..."
"Can I lay my head on your lap? I want you."
You didn't notice, but she blushed.
"Alright, I guess."
You laid your head on her lap and closed your eyes. Minnie started to gently stroke your hair.
"You should stop going to those parties. There's nothing good about them. And your friends always abandon you at the end of them."
"I wished you were there with me," you confessed.
"You know I don't like parties. And if I went, your friends would probably just laugh at me if I were there."
"That's true. It's really true. Damn, it's a damn truth... I think I drank to try to forget about you a little." You revealed suddenly. "I was feeling bad for breaking my promise to you."
"Why didn't you want to come?"
"I've been a little irritated with you lately."
"Why? What did I do?! I'm sorry! ... But what did I do?"
You laughed like an idiot.
"Your way, your tastes, your clothes, your voice, your smell irritate me... man, the list is long."
She immediately stopped stroking your hair.
"Oh... got it."
"All of that irritates me because I... because I love all those things about you and I can't admit it. It irritates me that you're perfect... in a good way. Sorry. "You hugged her around the waist, hiding your face in Minnie's belly, who stood paralyzed.
"Hey, are you okay?"
"You're so good to me while I treat you terribly. I wish I were a better guy." You commented, sounding like an embarrassed confession.
"No, no! You treat me so well! You're so sweet to me."
"No... it's just... when I'm with my friends, they make jokes about you and say I hang out with you just to get easy sex or whatever... The problem is I never raise my voice to defend you, I just sulk or change the subject like a damn coward. No one should talk about you like that... Damn, I think I'm going to vomit!"
"Ew! Don't vomit on me!”
You stumbled to your feet and Minnie guided you to the bathroom. You managed to make it to the toilet in time, avoiding vomiting all over her bathroom.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
You waited for the sound of the toilet flushing to pass, then replied, "You could have held my hair while I was puking. Where are your manners?"
She chuckled and sat against the bathroom wall.
"You're such an idiot, you know."
"Do you still want to watch The Hobbit trilogy?"
"It's already too late, and besides, in your state, you wouldn't be able to focus on staring at a wall for 1 minute."
"I guess you're right."
"Hey, seriously, you should stop hanging out with those guys. They're not your real friends."
"I just hang out with them, you know, so I'm not alone."
"You have me."
You silently observed Minnie for too long, making her start to feel uncomfortable. You tried to think of something good to say to her, something that would make her feel better, because, well, after revealing that those guys were mocking her behind her back, it was the least you could do.
"Is that Tweety?" you asked, pointing to her blouse.
"Yep! Do you like it?"
"It looks like you. The glasses and all. It's pretty cute. Do you think I could get a Tweety shirt?"
"Finding a male Tweety shirt for you will be tough."
"No problem. I'll definitely look better in that baby tee than you, no offense. By the way, is Tweety male or female?"
"Tweety is male!"
"Ah, I never noticed."
"Hey, I was serious when I said you have me. You like me, right? We're friends?"
"Minnie you are my best friend, please."
"Then it doesn't make sense you to hang out with people who are constantly mocking me. Now that you've said that, I won't accept you continuing to be friends with them and me at the same time!" she protested.
"Hmm... Okay. That's fair. I'll kill all of them for you."
"I'm serious. You're going to have to choose between me or them."
"I choose you. You, Minnie."
You clumsily crawled over and hugged her, squeezing her small body against yours, which was one of your favorite feelings.
"Okay, okay. I get it! But I don't think this is the most hygienic place for us to hug." Minnie helped you to your feet. "Go take a shower and see if you can get rid of that vomit breath.”
“If I do everything right, do I get a kiss?”
“No way! You’re drunk. In the morning, I want you saying all this to me again. If it’s really true, then tomorrow will be a very special day for me…”
“I love you, Minnie,” you whispered, looking into her eyes. “I want to be your man so badly. It even makes me feel like crying when I think about it.”
She playfully tapped your chest and pushed you away, giggling nervously.
“I love you too. I really do,” she said with a shy smile. “I’ll get some clothes you left here for you to wear. Please don’t slip in the bathroom because I won’t have the strength to lift you.”
"I'm not an idiot to slip in the bathroom."
"But you can act like one sometimes." she said, before closing the door.
"Do you want to play Mortal Kombat?" you asked Minnie as she dried her hair with the hairdryer in her room.
"WHAT?!"
"I asked if you want to play Mortal Kombat!" You said, now louder. "This darn hairdryer sounds like a jet engine!"
She turned it off.
“If I beat you while sober, imagine drunk as you are now. No, you need to eat. Soup will be good for you."
"Cup Noodles, that's it!"
"No! Real soup. Light and with vegetables. I actually ordered some."
"Ah," you grumbled disheartened. "I've lost my appetite."
"But you're going to eat!"
"Fine, fine! If you insist... Hey, is that a Smurf on the table?"
"My goodness, you look so lost when you're drunk. Like your brain has shrunk," Minnie said casually, trying to hide a laugh. "That's a Squirtle. And you're the one who gave it to me as a gift."
"This is actually quite offensive on your part. I'm sharper than most drunks."
"Aw, don't be offended." She pinched your cheeks like a baby. Minnie was definitely taking advantage of the fact that you were drunk.
And in a way, you thought she was entitled to it.
Once again in her lap, you ended up discovering that night that this was your favorite place. Warm and protected from any harm. And even intoxicated, sparks of lucidity allowed you to see through the smoke that hovered over your mind. No, better than that, it allowed you to feel the security that Minnie had when she was by your side, singing "Gravity" by Sara Bareilles to you. And singing was something she didn't do around anyone; insecurity and shyness prevented her from doing so. In this way, she hid one of her greatest talents because she sang in an angelic manner, extremely comfortable with her own voice, sounding good without any instrument to accompany her. The fact was that if it weren't for the headache, you would have been sure you were in a sublime dream.
"That was the best lullaby I've ever heard," you murmured.
"I thought you were already asleep."
"Sing more."
"No, that's enough. You need to sleep."
"I want to hear you sing every night," you said, and Minnie laughed because you wore a silly, goofy smile. Apparently, your facial expressions weren't entirely under control.
"I hope I can sing to you every night. Just for you." Minnie slid her finger slowly across your nose, watching you with an enigmatic expression. She took advantage of the fact that your eyes were closed. "Can I ask you something?"
"Uh-huh... sure," you mumbled.
"Have you always been ashamed of me? Regardless of your answer, it won't matter because you're drunk."
You immediately stood up from her lap, feeling dizzy and alarmed, but rational enough to say:
"I want you to meet my parents, Minnie. Um, I was planning to tell you tomorrow, after you agreed to be my girlfriend. So consider this a little spoiler. I want to hold your hand and have the right to call you 'mine.'"
"Do you swear?" she asked, her lips trembling.
"Yes. All this time, the girl of my dreams has been right by my side, and I ignored it. My face is red with embarrassment now. From tomorrow onward, I'll make it up to you, and if you give me a chance, I'll make you feel special every day. Just as you deserve."
"Besides bad jokes and terrible taste in movies, you're also quite good at romance. God, I wish I could kiss you right now..."
"Okay, so I'll do it in your place. Excuse me, I'm going to kiss your forehead," you said, leaning closer to her.
Amid giggles, she asked: "What are you doing?"
"If you'll allow me..." You lifted Minnie's bangs as if checking her temperature and then planted a quick kiss on her forehead.
"You're such a goof, my goodness."
"And I'm also crazy about you."
"Let's hope these things still hold true tomorrow," she remarked, and you saw her eyes sparkle for you. "I want to believe..."
"Wait, was that an X-Files refer-?"
"Yep!" In fact, she said it by chance. "You're definitely sharper than most drunks."
“I told you, I told you!”, you exclaimed like a child.

The bedroom curtain wasn't fully closed, so a beam of light at 8:30 AM came through the window and hit your eyes, warming your skin until it became unbearable, and you opened your eyes to the whitish view of Minnie's room. Your vision returned to normal as your mind assimilated the facts. How the hell did I get here? And why am I in Minnie's bed? Oh, and It was strange for you to be in her room because when you slept at Minnie's house, you usually slept on the couch. It was hard to recap the events of the previous night, but they came to your mind in the following way:
I went to the party.
I was sad because of confusing feelings.
I drank.
I drank.
I drank.
I drank a lot.
Some of my "buddies" took me to Minnie's house.
She took care of me. Again.
Hmm, yeah, things probably happened this way or a similar version of it.
You looked at the clothes you were wearing. It definitely wasn't that stupid Zelda shirt you wore to the party.
Holy crap. Could it be that Minnie helped me change my clothes?
You felt completely embarrassed and afraid to find out what happened the previous night.
‘Don’t be an idiot and face it like a man.’
Words from your father when the two of you talked earlier that month about your internal conflict over admitting your romantic feelings for a particular girl. He didn't care about most of your problems, but this one irritated him. Your ridiculous concern about others' opinions on your life, your girl, who you should date... And staying silent in the face of offensive comments about your friend... He almost threw that beer in your face. If you don’t confess your feelings to this girl, then another man will, and then it will be too late. And I don't want you here ruining my Sunday afternoon because of your stupidity. He didn’t know how to say things without sounding like a retired army colonel, but you thought you deserved to hear those words in that exact tone. The time had come to put your old man's advice into practice. You quietly left the room and went to the bathroom to wash your face. From the noise, Minnie was in the kitchen cooking something. It wasn’t in your plans to confess your feelings to her with a horrendous hangover face, but damn it, you hoped she loved you for what you had inside: guts and true feelings for her.
When you got to the breakfast table in the kitchen, there was a plate of scrambled eggs, a cup of coffee, and warm toast waiting for you. Minnie was wearing an adorable overall and a gentle smile was on her face. You loved this morning view and wished it could be like this every morning.
"Good morning. How did you sleep?" she asked, sitting at the table.
"I slept well," you said timidly.
"Come on, eat your breakfast." She insisted, and you joined her at the table.
"And you? Did you sleep well? You know I could have slept on the couch."
"Nah, you needed a real rest. Besides, the couch isn't that bad."
"Sorry for ruining your night."
"I saved you yesterday, you'll save me tomorrow," she said cheerfully. "Are you feeling okay?"
"My head hurts a bit, but just being conscious is a relief... By the way, you didn't change my clothes, did you?"
She put her hand to her mouth in a mock expression of shock.
"Oh my God! How do you remember this?"
"Oh, man! Fuck!"
"Just kidding! You changed yourself like a big boy!" she revealed, laughing at your reaction.
"Thank God!"
After breakfast, you helped her wash the dishes and clear the table. There was a moment of rest when you both went to the living room, the glorious morning light shining renewed, somehow lifting your spirits and giving you a bit of courage.
"Listen, Minnie, I'm not sure what I said or did yesterday. I have a feeling I might have dropped a bomb on you because I noticed you seemed a bit off during breakfast."
"I'm just a little anxious."
"I need to tell you that I've been in love with you for a while. And I've been feeling bad for not treating you the way you truly deserve. You might say it's no big deal, but to me, it is. It's something that causes me anguish, and now I want to change that if you'll give me a chance." You held Minnie’s hands, her eyes reflecting the hope in her heart, your actions feeling right and natural, without shame or hesitation in saying: "I love you, Minnie."
"I love you too. I think I've loved you since that day we shared an umbrella while walking back from the movies. You and I walking together in silence, our shoulders occasionally touching, and the rain falling around us... Oh, and you looked so handsome that day.”
"Minnie... Can I kiss you?"
You and Minnie started kissing on the couch, desire and emotion burning uncontrollably between you. Your lips met with a mix of nervousness and passion, the first kiss an electric shock that coursed through your body. She was the girl of your life, there was no doubt anymore. The reciprocity was a wet and intense response, a kiss with your tongues intertwining as you both had secretly longed for. Her hands began to explore your body, sliding over your muscles with a provocative softness. "I've wanted this for so long," she whispered against your lips, her voice laden with desire. The room seemed to heat up with the energy emanating from you, also radiant with the morning sun, the birds singing outside, and the tension between you dissolving as you surrendered to the moment. Your bodies moved closer and closer, the excitement growing with each touch and sigh.
As the kisses heated up, the intensity increased, and you lost your balance, falling off the couch in a tangle of bodies. "Oh, wait, my glasses!" Minnie exclaimed, and you gently took off her glasses and placed them on the couch. "You still look handsome, even slightly blurry," she said.
On the floor, your hands were eager, sliding over Minnie's body as you pulled down one of her overall straps, revealing the warm, soft skin beneath. With a quick movement, you removed the other strap, leaving her in just her striped top and bra. Minnie let out a low moan as she felt your firm hands lift her top, slowly exposing her small breasts covered by the bra. You pulled the bra straps down, freeing her breasts, and immediately began to play with them, sucking and squeezing them with a mix of softness and firmness. "Oh, yes, keep going," she murmured, her eyes closed and head thrown back, deliberately feeling the heat of your mouth against her skin. Her sighs filled the room, each touch and moan intensifying the excitement. Her skin was soft and fragrant, and the sensation of her nipples hardening under your tongue was very, very good.
After dedicating yourself to Minnie's breasts, you slid your lips down her abdomen, pulling her overall down a bit more. Your tongue traced a slow, teasing path, exploring the sensitive skin of her belly. "You're so hot, Minnie," you murmured between kisses, your voice full of desire for her. Minnie moaned softly, her hips moving involuntarily as you continued to adore her. "Lick me more, please," she whispered, her face flushed with excitement. Your lips and tongue explored every inch of her belly, each touch sending waves of pleasure through her body. The combination of gentle kisses and sensual licks made Minnie gasp with pleasure, her body arching with each new stimulus. "Mmmm, I love it when you do that," she moaned, her voice sweeter than ever.
You took off your stupid Zelda shirt (hoping Minnie hadn't focused too much on it). When it came time to take off your underwear, Minnie took charge, deftly pulling it off and tossing it aside without hesitation. She looked at you with a mischievous glint in her eyes before wrapping her lips around your cock. "I always knew you had a big cock; I could see how it bulged in some of the pants you wore," she revealed. Somehow, Minnie's sudden confidence made her even sexier, and your arousal ridiculously uncontrollable. The warm, wet sensation of her mouth around you was overwhelming, each movement of her tongue making your whole body tremble with pleasure. The sounds of sucking and Minnie's muffled moans filled the living room, a rhythm so pleasurable to hear. Watching her alternate between gentle and intense movements, driven by such devotion, was... beautiful, an erotic work of art for your eyes. Her lovely lips wrapped around your cock with such need, her hands caressing your thighs with so much care and love, Minnie's eyes never leaving yours. Her hair was loose, the perfect invitation to grab it and thrust your cock against Minnie's throat, helping to make it even wetter.
Minnie begged you to fuck her, feeling increasingly aroused. You sat on the floor, leaning your back against the couch as she finished taking off her clothes.
"Is this your first time?" you asked.
"No. I actually used to see a guy back in college; we had sex a few times, but he was terrible... You're suprised?"
“Oh, no. Maybe a little. Bu- Hmm, well, do you happen to have a condom?"
"I'm the last person who would have condoms at home," she said with a silly laugh. “But I think from now on this will change.”
The moment you were sharing became more intense and intimate, and Minnie, feeling increasingly aroused, noticed how wet her pussy was. She decided to heighten the sensation, rubbing your cock between her pussy lips, moaning softly with each movement. "My god, I'm so wet for you," she whispered, her voice full of lust. Minnie began to slap your cock against her pussy, each hit making her moan louder. "Look how my little pussy is dripping, babe..." she teased, her eyes fixed on yours, full of desire. You couldn't resist; you grabbed your cock and started slapping it against Minnie's pussy. "Oh, yes... hit it hard..." "Fuck, this feels so good, Minnie." The contact between you increased the sexual tension, Minnie's moans becoming louder and more frequent. "My pussy is begging for you, babe," she said between sighs and moans. The friction between your bodies made the desire grow almost unbearably, leaving her even more excited and ready for the next step: Minnie finally slid your cock inside her, letting out a deep moan of pleasure. "Oh, yes, this is so good," she exclaimed, starting to ride you with rhythmic movements. The sensation of being inside her was indescribable, each pulse of excitement increasing your pleasure. Minnie moved with an intensity that made your whole body vibrate, her moans blending with yours. "You make me feel so good," she murmured, Minnie's hands resting on your chest as she rode faster and faster. Her petite body over yours, consumed by genuine passion for you and your cock.
The atmosphere between you reached its peak as Minnie continued riding you with fervor, her movements becoming more frantic as the climax approached. "I'm gonna cum... oh, I'm gonna cum so hard," she screamed, her eyes closed and her face contorted with pleasure. You could feel the heat and wetness around your cock as she rode faster and faster, her body trembling with excitement. "Yeah, come on, come for me, baby!" you said, panting, and with a final scream of pleasure, Minnie finally came, her body shaking violently as she fell apart on top of you. Sweat dripped from your bodies, your heavy breathing a testament to the intensity of the moment. She relaxed on you, completely spent, her eyes meeting yours with a satisfied and exhausted look, the glow of pleasure still reflecting in her pupils. The connection between you proved to be real; if the declarations, looks, and gestures weren't conclusive enough before, now every sigh and touch reaffirmed the intensity of the shared experience that only two people in love can feel.
But
Despite Minnie's intense orgasm, you still hadn't cum. Realizing this, Minnie smiled mischievously and murmured, "I'm going to make you cum now." She lifted herself for a moment, only to sit back down on your cock, her body still trembling with residual pleasure. Minnie began to grind intensely, her movements desperate and full of fervor. Your moans interspersed with your panting breath, your eyes closed, completely sedated by the sensation and the imminent explosion, still focused on not coming inside her. A lethal adrenaline rush. "Cum for me... please, cum for me," she begged, her voice broken by desire and urgency. "Oh, fuck, oh god! I don't know how much longer I can hold on, babe..." Minnie said, her words and the movements of her hips creating an irresistible mix of pleasure and pressure.
Then, the intensity of Minnie's movements, combined with her words, pushed you to the edge. Feeling the climax approaching, you announced, "I'm gonna cum, Minnie,"
Fuck…Her eyes shining with excitement… She got off you and begged: "Cum on my face... I want all your cum on my face." You quickly got up, your body trembling with anticipation. Minnie knelt in front of you, looking up at you with a gaze full of expectation and desire. With a final grunt, you stroked your cock rapidly and ejaculated onto her, the hot, pulsing jets covering her face. Minnie closed her eyes, moaning as she felt every drop, a smile of pure satisfaction forming on her lips, blending her shyness, naughtiness, and cuteness.
The room was filled with the smell of sex and sweat, the atmosphere still vibrating with the energy of the intense connection you shared. Minnie, still on her knees, wiped a drop of cum from the corner of her mouth, her expression one of deep and exhausted satisfaction.
With a loving gesture, you placed Minnie's glasses back on her face, your fingers sliding gently across her skin. "You don't know how beautiful you are now,” you whispered.
Your eyes met, sparks of desire still dancing between them. With a soft smile, you pulled her close and kissed her passionately. Your lips met in a final act of surrender to the intense passion that had consumed you both, the salty taste of your cum mixing sweetly and intimately between you...
And a couple of little yellow birds on the windowsill were silent witnesses to the newly blossomed passion.
#kpop gg#kpop smut#male reader#male reader smut#smut#smut male reader#x male reader#x male smut#g idle smut#x male y/n#minnie smut#minnie x reader#gg smut#kpop fluff#smut and fluff#fluff smut#minnie#g idle#minnie gidle#m!reader#fluff#smut oneshot#oneshot#one shot
610 notes
·
View notes
Text
Seeing the esteemed Duke of Meropide eyes a pair of decorations curiously is an amusing experience, turns out. Even when your relationship with him is pretty much an unsaid ‘almost lover’ situation.
“So,” leaning against his working desk, you try not to smile too wide, “do you like them?”
Wriothesley continues to stare and blink at the black and white dog miniatures—intended to be placed on flat surfaces, however, your creativity is your limit, or so the craftsmen of Liyue said. Straightening his sitting posture, he then leans towards the objects that sit on his desk. “…this feels like a series,” he finally says after a long while, taking one of the two dogs. He once again takes in the merry dog figurine in his hand. Slightly bigger than his thumb, carrying a ball with a tail that is depicted to be in the middle of a swishing motion.
“It is. There are actually another eight dogs,” and also another twenty cats that are a story or, perhaps, a gift for another time, “but I don’t know if you will like it… or do you even have the space to keep all ten, so I just buy you two this time.”
“Hey, hey, since when do I seem like the sort of person who is unappreciative of something people give me?” Wriothesley put down the dog, only to take another one up. In between that, a smile and a glance are addressed to you humorously, yet as softly as always. “And also…”
You realize he purposefully trails off. “And also?”
With how entertained he is at the handcrafted woods, you think he will praise the craftsmanship. Or perhaps, it is time to recall that musing of his about wanting to keep a pet and how these two will be a perfect replacement. Or maybe, he will make another unpredictable joke one would never thought would come out from his mouth.
Yet, instead of all of that, Wriothesley merely reaches out a hand to take yours while his other hand and focus remain on your present. His tone is far from anything—as if he is simply stating a fact. Despite all that, the squeeze he gives as he intertwines his fingers with yours says enough.
“This is from you,” he states, finally shifting his attention to fully land on you. “There is no way I would dislike it.”
#genshin scenarios#genshin#genshin impact#genshin x reader#genshin imagines#genshin fluff#wriothesley x reader#wriothesley#wriothesley fluff#drabbles#i finally write something for you your highness!!!! tho it's short#i hope i can write a proper fic soon but drabbles are fun in their own way haha#that idle of him wanting pet...i really want to give him a selee for company at least...
284 notes
·
View notes
Text
————Morning sweetness



sypnosis a gentle, morning intercourse with Minnie genre smut, fluff pairing non-idol!dom!Minnie x fem!sub!reader warnings pure love, sexual intercourse(cunnulingus) wc 0.8k
A/n: Hope yall enjoyed the cake ^^
The sun appeared from behind the white lace curtains. Flashing its light upon Minnie’s features who was clinging like a koala to your sleeping figure. Her long fingers lightly graze over the bare skin of your stomach. It was unusual Minnie woke up before you— but she knew you didn’t mind.
To Minnie, your face while sleeping was both cute and attractive. Your eyelashes showing off your eyes as well as your soft lips. Minnie admired your puffy cheeks and your slightly red nose. She loved every single part of you, that included your body too.
Always gentle with you and always carefully brushing her hands across your skin would send a chill down your spine even asleep. Minnie smiled to herself as she leaned on her right elbow, eyeing you right below.
The sunlight perfectly enlightened your face. Brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, Minnie places a heartfelt kiss on your forehead.
The air was starting to get thick when you shifted closer to your lover — laying on your back, head turned to your left towards Minnie. That’s when Minnie was starting to feel the heat rise up in her heart.
She quietly groaned in indecision as she rubbed her eyes — finally making up her mind.
Slowly, her hand snaked under the hem of your shirt, her long nails grazing over your tummy, lower to your abdomen. Through sleep it sent a tinge of a ticklish feeling but you just breathed out, not waking up.
Minnie smirked to herself once again before crawling under the sheets— in between your legs.
She covered her shoulders with the white quilt though her head could be seen. Minnie placed your left leg to rest on her shoulder while she gently fondled her lips over your inner thighs. Pulling your underwear off, she was met by a sight she loved as much as your face.
A loving desire written all over Minnie’s facial features. She desired you in ways she knew you— in her eyes your personality made her love you and desire you more than you’ll ever know, maybe even more than Minnie knows too.
Minnie’s front teeth met her lower ones as she scanned your sleeping face, as if in deep thought. Suddenly, after she started to lower her head, Minnie felt your hands brush over her cheeks. “Needy this early?” you teased, your raspy morning voice hoovered through Minnie’s shocked ears. Slight embarrassment occurred to her though she didn’t show it. “May?” with your final nod, Minnie’s tongue found your clit. Immediately sending heat waves through your body. The sensation being as addictive as Minnie herself.
Your hands slid Minnie’s hand up your chest, under your shirt as Minnie carefully listened to your groans and moans. Her tongue always knew how to make you see milky ways, not just stars. Your head curled behind as your hand gripped Minnie’s hair, messing it up with each lick she brought to your clitoris. Then slowing down, your eyes lock with hers, scanning her next move.
“You’re so beautiful.” oh you knew what was coming next.
A breathy groan escaped your lips as Minnie’s middle and ring finger entered you, your eyebrows furrowing. Earning a proud smile from Minnie. — it was her method, way or perhaps a distraction of making you feel her words. Minnie always means every compliment she gives you and will not accept you denying them.
Her fingers slowly thrusted at a peaceful rhythm, the sound of your breathy whimpers filling the air. Then, Minnie added on while continuing sucking on your spot of sweetness. As if some kind of melody your moans lingered through the air.
You felt Minnie fasten up her movements and you tried to stay still under her touch. Eyes locked with hers as your palm held onto her cheek. “C’mon baby,” she mutters out, kissing your wrist. “I got you.”
Just at the thought of her giving you this pleasure full of desired love made your legs twitch, a sign you let go and came under Minnie’s long fingers.
Your thighs relaxed on the mattress, off Minnie’s shoulders while she helped you pull your pajamas on again. Minnie slyly crawls up to you and kisses you on the lips.
While still catching your breath to this beautiful morning, your hands find themselves at the back of Minnie’s neck. She smirks upon kissing you, backing away so you can breathe. “What do you think of today’s start?” she snuggles next to you, holding her hands curled to her chin like a kitty cat. Her eyes brightly watching yours.
You chuckle upon her silliness though she just made you see the whole horoscope spectrum. “I can get used to it.” Before laughing with your lover you silently give Minnie’s eyes a peek.
“Now I gotta pay you back.” the sound of sheets rustling echoed through the chilly room as you jumped right on Minnie. Pulling her into a hug while she nervously laughed along. “Yah! I’m hungry nooo.” Minnie’s laugh was interrupted by you crawling on top of her and kissing her dearly before whispering into her ear, “So am I.”
#asraxfile#gidle#gidle x reader#kpop imagines#gidle x fem reader#gidle imagines#gidle fluff#gidle smut#gidle minnie#minnie x fem!reader#minnie x fem reader#nicha yontararak x reader#i-dle x reader#idle x reader#idle x fem!reader#minnie x reader
43 notes
·
View notes
Text
Shuhua protecting yn [453k views]



— clip one✰
<Yn and Shuhua were invited on a drinking show>
The host was discussing something but yn was in the background eating.
She didn’t mind the cameras and just ate anyhow and how she’s comfortable with eating.
Shuhua noticed it and looked over at her before covering Yn’s whole face.
“Yn did you forget you’re an idol…” Shuhua whispered to yn who just kept eating her food unbothered.
“I’m not in the frame right?” Yn asked Shuhua.
“You’re completely in the frame” Shuhua said and yn stared at the camera like she was crying on the inside.
She then shrugged.” You saw nothing!” Yn said to the camera.
— clip two✰
Yn and shuhua were doing a live together on weverse.
When shuhua noticed the sad and down look on Yn’s face..it didn’t only show on her face but also her tone.
She was confused and worried until she looked at the comments and saw hate comments towards yn.
Shuhua was furious.”Yah don’t say mean things towards her…if you know that all you want to do is honestly comment mean stuff you have to get out..those aren’t nice words to say” shuhua said not minding that she was an idol and said it straight and directly how it was on her mind.
You couldn’t help but smile and be thankful for having her has an older sister.
— clip three✰
(G)-idle were at an award show.
When a group was called a confetti popped making yn flinch.
Shuhua looked over to yn and moved closer to her.
Before another confetti was popped shuhua covered Yn’s ear tightly knowing she has fear for loud noises.
Yn smiled at her.
— clip four✰
At (G)-idles concert fans were suggesting that yn twerked.
Shuhuas eyes widened in shock.”Nooo” she quickly disagreed.
The crowd all changed for yn to twerk.
Before you knew it yn started twerking making shuhua use her body to cover her.
“Yah Yn!” She yelled.
✰(𝐆)-𝐈𝐃𝐋𝐄
237 notes
·
View notes
Text
Exam stress
Minnie x Reader
Length: 2.1k
Nicha notices how hard you're studying and gives you comfort for the exhaustion.
Note: Minnie's real name is Nicha Yontararak

Dedicated to @svndaysaweek
You were sitting on your desk, frowning, with a hand on your face to prevent exhaustion from planting your nose flat on the desk. Your eyes were burning, your eyelids felt heavy, your back was giving up on you, and the engines inside your brain were too filled with rust to function properly.
Late-night study sessions were the norm for most students, especially if the competition was high. But it was all easy and done with the help of a coffee and the incoming threat. The problem was doing it for a week straight. At this point, coffee didn’t work anymore and the only thing keeping you awake was pure willpower. You knew the finals were near and you were terrified, you couldn’t stop now.
Nicha knew something was wrong. She briefly wondered if it was just her impression but really she just noticed all those minor differences in your behavior—you started talking to her less, compressing your conversations into tiny paragraphs, your movements got more sluggish, and your brightness seemed to fade away.
She wasn’t worried about you cheating, losing feelings, and whatnot. Her first guess was your health. But then she remembered what you told her weeks ago: “Nicha, the finals are coming so I’ll have to study a lot more. Sorry, I’ll make up for it when they’re finished, okay?”
Nicha walked down the corridor and into your room.
“Baby…how’s the studying going?” she asked softly, barely touching your shoulder. “I know math makes you feel like you want to rip your eyes out…”
You didn’t answer at first. You didn’t really hear her—it took you a moment to register her voice.
“Hey, sweetheart? How’s it going? Definitely see more writing in that notebook…” Nicha made another attempt, putting her head closer to you to look at your desk.
It was because you turned around and looked at Nicha, that you finally noticed the dark sky out of the window and realized how late it was. She looked at you, a bit surprised at your furious eyes and crooked frown. Your expression wasn’t as contorted as it looked, but the dark circles stepped it up a notch.
“Why are you looking at me like that…?” she whispered with hesitation.
You let out a loud growl, turning around and ripped away a page of your notebook. Whatever. You didn’t need those, they came out all wrong anyways. You were going insane. You studied math all afternoon: you got most of them right at the start but as time went on, you kept making more mistakes and now they were all wrong. What was even more frustrating was how stupid the errors were.
“Oh, oh, okay. Erm…baby?” Nicha stumbled, trying to find the right words.
You sighed and shoved your face in your hand for the nth time to scrap the tiredness out of your skin.
“Sweetheart, are you…are you mad at ME? If I need to give you space, I will, I just…”
“No, no, it’s not you Nicha,” you finally spoke up.
“No? Okay. Are you frustrated?”
“Yeah… sorry, Nicha, I kinda snapped. It all kinda stacked up—the exercises look impossible, studying the same subjects for days is so tiring, the news of the test are making more and more scared, I really need to study more, to get more of them right, I—”
“It’s okay baby,” she shut you up, placing a hand on your nape. You closed your lips and listened to her voice. If it wasn’t for her, you’d just be raging even more and tire yourself uselessly. “You don’t have to explain—I get it. Math wasn’t my….best subject either.”
“There’s this thing where I need to compute this thing and I need all sort of tricks. I probably have to see it like a convolution or something…”
“Uhhh… What the hell is that?” Nicha’s honest reply made you chuckle. Your words really sounded absurd.
“That sounds super complicated. And by the looks of those weird things on your laptop, it is. Who invented this shit?”
“We all have to do it though,” you said, defeated.
Nicha sighed. “No, no, you’re right. But why don’t we come up with a plan for this, hmm? You’re just studying for hours on end without rest, it surely won’t be effective.” Nicha took your hand and pulled you up from your chair, pulling you to the bed. You didn’t say anything and followed her. She sat down against the wall and back hugged you like a huge stuffed animal, keeping you warm and comfy.
“So how much stuff do you have to know for this exam?”
“Well, I have language first with all the reading, literature and writing. Then math, the basics are okay but then there is calculus, probability and geometry, which is so hard. Then there are the other subjects like physics, geography and history—I think it’s manageable, I just have to memorize.”
“Mhmm. Okay. And how much time do you have before the exam?”
“Next month,” you said and buried your face on your knees from desperation. Nicha noticed it and hugged you tighter, placing her hands under your chest and keeping her body glued to your back. For a moment, your muscles relax and all the built up stress dissipated. You let her cuddle you, which she was really enjoying.
“Starting studying early. Good job, so let’s divide this up…”
“8-10 hours a day should be good.”
“No, no. Baby that’s too much for one day.”
“It’s the bare minimum, Nicha, I won’t be able to remember anything if I don’t—”
“Don’t argue with me. You already know it’s not going to work. Look at you, you can barely stand up, you’ll end up in the hospital before you can even attend the test. You have to sleep and get rest or the subjects will just drip out of your ears and you will forget them.”
“I need to study more.”
“I KNOW you need to study,” Nicha sighed. “Baby, you’ve been going for so long I bet you’re not even retaining any information right now. You’re just making yourself more frustrated.”
“I guess you’re right, maybe that’s why I am making so many mistakes… I’m a bit sleepy actually.”
Nicha raised her face and looked at the clock. 1 AM. “…jeez, baby. You little sneak! You distracted me. I had NO idea it was THIS late. You need to sleep.”
Before you could say anything, your stomach spoke for you, letting out a low rumble. You blushed and shrinked in Nicha’s embrace. She just chuckled at your action but immediately turned serious, pinching her eyebrows. “You haven’t eaten dinner yet, did you?”
“No…” you said quietly.
“You damn— fine, let’s go eat something. There are still some cup noodles in the drawer.” Nicha got up, and jumped off the bed. Feeling her warmth leave your back was a bit disheartening but you really had to go eat because the hunger was killing you. As soon as you stepped down the bed, you felt light-headed, realizing Nicha was right and you pushed yourself too hard.
Your girlfriend was already putting water in the boiler and taking the cups out.
You smiled and looked at her, slowly stepping into the kitchen. She looked so focused on getting everything. Her big t-shirt flowing around, matching her striped long pyjama pants, she looked comfy with her hair tied up in a messy bun.
You were lucky to have her caring for you.
When this hell was over, you’ll have to find a good date place and really spoil her.
“Hey, don’t just stand there, come help me.”
“I’m coming,” you said and followed her.
As the kettle finally clicked off, signaling the water was ready, Nicha held the cups steady. You carefully poured the hot water into each cup, the steam rising in a warm, fragrant cloud. The noodles quickly softened. You closed the lids, after putting in the seasoning mix, and waited for a few moments.
Nicha got the kimchi out and placed some plump pieces of cabbage on a plate.
You tried to ask her about her day but Nicha was more focused on you and wanted you to rant, at least for now. She insisted on asking more about you and gave you time to think and speak. She looked at you with a smile, her eyes didn’t leave you for even one second.
“School is so stressful… and although everyone tells me it will be better in uni, I don’t really believe them.”
“Oh, I know, I know. I know school is so stressful. It’s like a full-time job you’re not getting paid for.”
“If I can get a good score, I’ll get into a good uni. Only then, I’ll be able to rest.”
“I know your studies are important to you. And I’m really proud of you for that. You worked really hard and I can’t be anything else but proud. But frankly, it makes me a little sad when you hole yourself up to study all the time instead of going out from time to time.”
“I’m sorry for disappointing you,” you confessed.
“No, no, I’m not disappointed. I love you the way you are. I know you still care about me and I always see it. Whenever you can, you always buy food for me, you listen to all the bullshit I have to say, your messages…” Nicha stopped herself before she’d get lost in her ranting. “I’m not going to tell you that grades aren’t important because I know it’s really important for you, but I just hope you don’t get too lose in your studies and forget about yourself.”
You finished your noodles by distracting yourself with jokes and stories, Nicha always had something interesting to say. You didn’t go outside much these days and neither did your friends because of the preparation for the exam, so you could only tell her about what you saw on the internet but you could still make her laugh.
You took turns to brush your teeth and wash your face in the bathroom, while Nicha was putting everything away. You walked to your desk and looked at the notebook. Just one quick look won’t do you any harm, you could look at the notes once more to make sure they really sticked. You sat down and flipped through the pages back to the start.
When Nicha entered the room, she yelled, “What do you think you’re doing?!”
“I’m just… I’m just reviewing a little bit. I’m not going to study anymore,” you said with guilt, the guilt of someone that just betrayed the person that trusted you the most.
“I just saw you yawn. We both know you wanna sleep.”
Nicha got a hold of you between her arms to convince you to get up. You tried to resist but she was so persistent that you couldn’t resist much longer. You quickly put everything away and went on the bed, with Nicha joining you.
Her hair flowed gently over her shoulders, and her eyes radiated warmth and tenderness as she looked at you. Sensing your need for comfort, the girl extended an inviting hand. You accepted the gesture, and you moved closer, sitting down on the edge of the bed, facing each other.
Their eyes locked, and the girl gently wrapped her arms around the boy, pulling him close into an embrace. Their bodies molded perfectly together, and the world seemed to disappear as you held each other. Everything that happened that week and everything that worried you about the future. She could feel the tension in our body, the weight of your worries, and she knew she needed to help you.
She began to softly whisper sweet nothings into his ear, her breath warm against his skin. "I’m really proud of you," she murmured, her voice like a gentle lullaby. "You're stronger than you know, and I care about you more than words can express."
As they cuddled, the girl's fingers traced soothing patterns on your back, moving with a gentle, rhythmic motion. Each stroke seemed to wash away a bit of your worries, replacing them with a sense of security and belonging. She pressed tender kisses on your forehead, your cheeks, and finally, your lips, conveying her love and affection without the need for words.
With each passing moment, your tension gradually melted away, and you began to relax in the girl's arms. Her comforting embrace and loving words acted as a soothing balm. And the weight on your back finally slipped away.
You laid on the bed with her and slowly started to drift away until you fell asleep.
THE END
Written, 24 September 2023
275 notes
·
View notes
Text
i have 3 very different but very compelling (to me) zoro ideas...and i have to decide which to tackle...
7 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hii, I noticed you don't have anything for Soojin, could you do Soojin gf HCS? And maybe at some point you could do Sooshu HCS (if you are free for it)?
Thanksss (you write incredibly btw)
Soojin Girlfriend HCs




A/N: Thank you anon and I’m so sorry it took so long to do this😭
SFW HCs
Soojin is a great listener and will always be happy to hear you speak whether it be about your day, any problems you are having or anything else. She gives you great advice as well.
She likes to cook for you since she enjoys cooking and is quite good at it.
She’s been getting into Shooter games recently and plays them with a competitive mindset but because she’s new to them, she’s not very good and often ends up angry and frustrated.
Soojin loves it when you show up randomly when she’s doing a shoot or practice.
You like to tease her by taking a long time to take pictures of her which forces her to keep her posture and try not narrow her eyes at you in annoyance as you might take the photo at any given moment.
Soojin has been practicing playing the guitar lately as she wants to be more well rounded as an artist.
Occasionally she’ll pin you down using some of the techniques she learnt in taekwondo claiming she’s only “checking” to see if she still got it or not.
Despite liking to cook, she’ll not refuse an opportunity to get an easy meal or order food for herself because she likes cooking but only for others.
NSFW HCs
Shy, gentle and delicate yet irresistible, insatiable and kinky.
Likes to be on top so she can look at you.
She likes it when hold on to her hips, that really drives her wild for some reason.
Soojin can be a huge tease, leaving you on edge until you really plead.
Her most embarrassing moment in her life was when she accidentally sent a kissy face photo to the Idle group chat instead of you.
The worst part of it was the members immediately clocked that it was a picture meant for you and wasn’t just her being drunk or something.
Likes to play footsies with you with a sly shy look when you both are in a restaurant. She doesn’t ever take it too far but enough to set the tone for what happens after dinner.
Falls asleep so quickly after sex, often just collapsing on top of you and clinging on you before passing out in seconds.
#ask me anything#answered asks#anon ask#kpop gg#kpop scenarios#kpop imagines#kpop headcanons#reader x idol#soojin fluff#soojin smut#soojin#g idle#gidle
41 notes
·
View notes
Text
Can’t keep my fucking eyes off you.

Jeon Soyeon x Reader
To say you were excited for your solo stage was an understatement. The song was sexy, the dance was sensual, it fit your voice perfectly, and your stage outfit showed off your body in the right way. This stage was gonna be perfect.
You knew that from the minute you started dancing everyone’s eyes were on you. Especially Soyeon’s, she loved watching you from backstage. Her eyes were watching you like you were the only thing in the world. The way you moved your hips, from the subtle hair flip, or the chest pops you did.
She watched it all. She knew one thing was sure. It was like she was caught in a trance. You were seducing her without even know you were seducing her. She was falling to your game of silent seduction and she loved it. She needed to have you.
She had you pushed up against the door of your dressing room as she made out with you. She was desperate to have you, she needed you badly. Her hands made their way inside your shirt as you moaned softly into her mouth. Her kisses moved down to your neck nipping the skin as well.
She loved the sounds you made as she did this, each kiss she left was her leaving her claim on you. Before you knew it she had started circling your clit with 2 fingers making you moan. She smirked against your neck as she continued circling enjoying the sounds you would let out.
“Mm~..Soyeon…please..” you moaned out. She slowly inserted her fingers inside you making you moan even more as she began to finger you. She held your hips with her free hand as she watched your reactions. She loved how responsive you were.
She was glued to watching you and you both knew it, every time you walked in a room her eyes were always on you. Even now as she was 2 fingers deep inside you she couldn’t keep her eyes off you. You loved all of the attention she would give you.
You guys weren’t together yet but you didn’t care right now, as long as she could make you feel like this you wouldn’t complain. She could tell you were close just by the way you were clenching in her fingers.
She looked down and smirked at how your needy hole swallowed her fingers, you squeezed your eyes shut as you cried out. Your orgasm hit you like a wave as you came all over her hand, she applied small kisses to your face then moving to your ear nibbling on it before she whispered “we’re not done yet.”
You guys were back at the dorm now. You were laid on your back , your legs wrapped around Soyeon’s waist as her hips snapped into you with a big strap. She smirked as watched your eyes well with tears, mouth agape as you moaned. She loved it all. She loved being on top of you with you beneath her because then she could watch you even more.
The sounds you made were like heaven to her, she would go faster after each sound loving your reactions. You left scratches on her back , loving how her strap was kissing your cervix. She knew you were close since she had gotten use to the sounds you let out when you’re about to cum.
Your makeup was all ruined since you had cried it all off, your lipstick smudged from how much you guys had kissed. All of this was such a pretty sight for her to watch. She massaged your tit with one hand as she left kisses and bites to your collarbones licking the marks she would leave.
“I can’t take my fucking eyes off you. Your so fucking sexy baby. Every time I see you I just wanna fuck your brains out. I love seeing your reactions.” She whispered against your skin as you moaned again.
With one final thrust into you, you saw white as you made red angry scratches on her back. You let out the most pornographic sound you’ve ever made as you orgasmed all on her strap.
She chuckled as she kissed you. You may not be officially together but one thing was for sure. You were Soyeon’s girl and she loved watching everything you did.

-
-
-
Sooo this was indeed gonna be posted but decided to post it on my baby’s birthday ( @mo0dy-succubus) . Can’t wait for her to see it! Plus it’s also Sana’s birthday so I’m gonna make a small Drabble for her later. Hope everyone had a happy holidays!
#gidle#gidle thoughts#gidle smut#kpop gidle#soyeon#idle smut#fem! reader#soyeon x reader#soyeon smut#idle imagines#idle fluff#idle thoughts#idle#soyeon idle
115 notes
·
View notes
Note
Fluffy though of gidle miyeon being an older girlfriend and introducing her younger boyfriend to her members
Hello yoohyeons-puppy98! I took quite a few creative liberties with this, hope you don't mind :]
You examine the mirror a final time, unsure of what you see in the reflection. “I don’t know. Are you sure I look okay?”
“Of course you do,” Miyeon reassures you, planting a kiss on your cheek. “You look very handsome.”
“These glasses make me look like a nerd.”
“A handsome nerd.” She gathers her purse, heading towards the front door. “Now hurry up, hun, we’re gonna be late.”
You’re getting promoted to the manager of a bowling alley—hardly a means for celebration. Yet, Miyeon always makes a big deal out of these kinds of things, no matter how big or small. Despite your reluctance, she insisted on setting up a picnic with all of your friends to celebrate your new promotion.
Well, her friends at least. Social interaction never came easy to you like it does for Miyeon. Where you would prefer to keep to yourself, she’s the type to go out of her way to make friends with strangers. A sort of black cat and golden retriever dynamic, she never shies away from showering you with affection. It can be a bit troublesome at times, but at the very least, life is much, much more interesting having her as your girlfriend.
“...And then she had the audacity to just walk off like nothing happened!” Miyeon exclaims, complaining about an interaction she had earlier today while on the drive to the park. “Ugh, the nerve of some people!”
“That sucks, baby.” Judging by her story, it seems like she’s the one in the wrong here, but you would never admit that to her, especially when she’s like this.
“Yeah, I don’t wanna talk about it anymore, just thinking about it is pissing me off,” she sighs. The frown on her face instantly fades, replaced by her pretty smile as she turns to look at you. “God, I can’t believe you thought you looked ugly in those glasses. You look so cute.”
You chuckle softly. “You’re just saying that because you bought them for me.”
“I’m saying that because it’s true.” She waits until you stop in front of the red light before grabbing your chin and turning your head towards her. “I picked well though, didn’t I? You’re giving ‘sexy nerd’ vibes, like you’ll explain the Pythragoran theorem to me before taking me to the bedroom and f—”
“OKAY!” you exclaim, cutting her off before she goes into anymore detail. “First of all, it’s pronounced ‘Pythagorean’ theorem—”
“—So hot—”
“Second of all,” you stifle a chuckle at her overexaggerated lip bite, “Are your friends already at the park?”
“Yeah, I think so.” She leans back in her seat to check her phone, the sunlight through the window dancing on her flawless skin. “Yup, they’re all there. Just waiting for us.”
You breathe deeply, trying your best to calm your nerves. Miyeon, sensing something wrong, places a reassuring hand on your shoulder.
“Are you alright?” she asks.
“Y-yeah, I’m fine. Just a little nervous, I guess.”
With how often she talks about them, you basically know everything about Miyeon’s friends, maybe more than you should know. However, you’ve never actually met them in person. You know they’re good people (Miyeon wouldn’t constantly sing their praises otherwise), but the thought of making a good first impression still fills your mind with worry.
“You have nothing to worry about, honey,” she says. “I talk about you so much, they basically like you already.”
“Oh really?” The corner of your lip lifts with curiosity. “What did you tell them about me?”
“Well…” That sly grin growing on her face tells you more than enough about the kind of ramblings that go on in her group chat.
“Christ, Miyeon!” you groan, heat rising to your cheeks. “I don’t need them knowing all about… that!”
She simply shrugs, chuckling at your reaction. “It’s a girl thing, I don’t expect you to understand. Besides, I tell them other things about you too, like how sweet and hardworking and attentive you are…” She leans in close until you can feel her breath tickling your earlobe. “...and how you like to call me ‘noona’ in bed—”
You come to a grinding halt pulling into a parking spot. Your entire face becomes enveloped in a burning heat, while Miyeon breaks down laughing in the passenger seat. If there weren’t so many people around, you would’ve already been pounding your face against the horn until your skin became one with the steering wheel.
“I’m just joking, honey!” she exclaims, clutching her stomach as she comes down from her hysterical high.
Knowing Miyeon, the possibility that she did tell them is still non-zero. All you can do is hope that none of them mention this damning piece of information during the picnic, otherwise you fall victim to awkward future encounters at worst or a lifetime of teasing at best. In hindsight, maybe it would’ve been easier if you didn’t get the promotion in the first place.
______________________________________________________________
The golden sun hangs overhead, complimenting the aquamarine of the clear skies. A cooling breeze offsets the heat emitting from above to a perfect point. It���s a great day for a picnic, all things considered. Somehow, these kinds of things always work out when Miyeon plans them. Perhaps she’s secretly a goddess, bending the universe at her will whenever she wants, even for something as small and inconsequential as a picnic. Or perhaps you just don't pay enough attention to the weather app these days.
Miyeon skips ahead of you, the grass dancing in the wake of her every step as she makes her way towards the five girls sitting on the picnic blanket in the shade of a large tree. You purposefully slow down, making a small show of the cooler you’re dragging getting stuck on a rock, just so you can control your breathing before meeting them. It didn’t help that you’re still all hot and bothered from Miyeon’s previous teasing. The least you can do is not make a complete fool of yourself from the get go.
“Girls, this is my man, I’m sure you know all about him at this point.” Miyeon clings to your arm, shooting a sneaky wink that does little to calm your nerves.
“Hello,” you say, giving them a polite bow.
The rest of them exchange greetings with you, quickly putting you at ease as you fall into pleasant conversation. Most of your time is spent listening to another one of Miyeon’s rants (They all agree that she was in the wrong, but of course, you take her side anyways), but every once in a while, the others will tell stories about their own personal lives.
You learn about Soyeon’s budding rap career and Shuhua’s inability to hold a stable job for more than a month at a time (You figure you could mention that your place is hiring, but quietly decide against it after hearing about her work ethic). Minnie tells you about her visit to Thailand last month to see her family, showing the group her many pictures of her adventures, while Soojin and Yuqi vent about the different kinds of customers they meet at the bar they work at. They’re such an eclectic group of interesting people, you almost feel embarrassed that they’re all assembled here to celebrate your promotion at a dingy bowling alley
“Congrats on your promotion!” Soyeon exclaims. “It must be fun working at a bowling alley.”
“Eh, it’s alright,” you say, scratching the back of your head. “Mainly just cleaning and general customer service, I would hardly call it interesting.”
“I think it’s pretty cool,” Miyeon chimes in. “Tell them about what happened last week, with the drunk guy and all that.”
The rest of the group lean in with intrigue, putting a spotlight on you. “Um, it wasn’t anything really—”
“C’mon, tell us!” Shuhua screams. “Don’t be a wuss!”
“Hey, don’t be rude.” Soojin slaps her on the shoulder, scolding her. “But yes, we would like to know what happened.”
“Alright, well…” You take a quick breath, trying to recount everything that happened. “There was this big group of guys that came in, I think it was for some guy’s birthday party or a bachelor party or something. They ordered a bunch of alcohol and started terrorizing the other lanes, just being really rowdy and stuff. My coworker told them to chill out, and one of them started getting physical with her, so I, uh…” You pause, suddenly feeling self conscious about all the attention you’re getting. Miyeon rubs your back, looking at them with a knowing smirk.
“...I slip—”
“He knocked him out!” She exclaims, finishing your sentence.
The girls erupt into a chorus of cheers, patting you on the back and singing your praises about how “cool” you are. In reality, you only knocked the guy out after slipping and accidentally headbutting him in the nose, but it’s already too late to correct them. So you settle for keeping quiet, letting them believe in the facade that Miyeon presented them.
“Wah, that’s so cool!” Yuqi cheers. “No wonder you got promoted to manager!”
“Remind me to hire you as my bodyguard the next time I visit home,” Minnie teases.
In the midst of all the commotion, Miyeon pulls you to the side, gently cupping your chin. “See, I told you they would like you,” she whispers, kissing your cheek.
“They like the lie that you told.”
“I didn’t lie, you did technically knock him out.”
“Yeah, on accident—”
Miyeon shuts you up with a peck to your lips, brief yet sweet enough to leave you wanting more. “I just want them to know how cool my boyfriend is, okay?”
You sigh, sinking your face deeper into her touch. “Okay. Thanks.” You lean in and return the favor, giving her a peck of your own. “Noona~”
Miyeon covers her face with her hands, a light pink hue peaking through the gaps of her fingers. The others exchange weird looks, unsure of what to make of her sudden reaction, but all you can do is shrug. For all the teasing she does, it’s a wonder how easy it is to make her topple.
#g idle#cho miyeon#g idle miyeon#kpop fanfic#kpop gg#miyeon x male reader#g idle miyeon x male reader#miyeon x male oc#g idle miyeon x male oc#fluff#miyeon fluff#g idle miyeon fluff#0ctashorts
174 notes
·
View notes
Text
sometimes i find it so funny when ppl dont properly tag their works for the reason of “oh, but then others won’t be able to see my work!” or “but if i tag it then it will spoil the twist!” (usually a darker or more… questionable twist, for a lack of better words) and so on. but that… that is literally the whole purpose of tagging? so that the ppl who have the tag(s) filtered because they dont want to see it just. wont.
like dw, ur work will reach ur audience one way or another bc theyre either following u, see it rbed on their dash, or they dont have it filtered; tho that will also have ppl who dont want to see it exposed to it so, for the love of god and the sake of our sanities, pls just list the warnings beforehand like it really isnt such a difficult concept to grasp ???
and bold it, especially if it is in the small text. the whole purpose is for it to be easily visible for the very reason that it can be avoided by readers who dont want to read it. idc if it ruins the aesthetic bc the lack of proper tagging ruins my already declining sanity :]
#sophie’s idle chatter#this isnt for anything specific but just a general ick#esp more recently#i think this is why ive been searching through the x reader tags less and less#like yes i want to read a fic abt this chara thinking its gonna be some fluff bc they have it in tags#but then oh my !! dc/not so fluffy jumpscare like halfway through !! that wasnt tagged and/or warned in the preface !!#personally idc all that much abt dc or wtv as long as u PROPERLY TAG ur work#its not just tumblr bc ik ao3 is bad with it too but it still annoys me bc its really not that hard to just. put the warnings/tags#anywho sorry for the ramble i am sleepy and have a headache and saw smth that set me off abt the topic 🫡
20 notes
·
View notes
Text
it is cold and it is dark
there is snow and the world is quiet
the empty expanse of my bed is vast
I need The Character to come fill it
#yall already know damn well#the mattress yearns to know the shape of him#almost as much as I do#idle ramblings#x reader#comfort character#this post is about Secondo#but use it how you will#I love you I like you#papa emeritus ii#papa emeritus ii x reader#ghost band fandom#secondo x reader#fluff#rat ramblings#ghost band headcanons#the band ghost
6 notes
·
View notes
Text
(𝖦)𝖨-𝖣𝖫𝖤 𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖢𝖳𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖳𝖮 "𝖲𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗒 𝗋𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗅 𝖻𝗋𝗈."
ς(๑⃙⃘'~'๑⃙⃘) ໒꒱ sypnosis pranking gidle members texting them while acting like another guy pairing ot6 gidle x fem!reader genre smau au, fluff, humor? warnings ???
𝖲𝗈𝗒𝖾𝗈𝗇 - 𝖬𝗂𝗒𝖾𝗈𝗇 - 𝖬𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾



𝖲𝗈𝗈𝗃𝗂𝗇 - 𝖸𝗎𝗊𝗂 - 𝖲𝗁𝗎𝗁𝗎𝖺



#asraxfile#gidle smau#gidle#gidle x reader#gidle x fem reader#kpop imagines#kpop smau au#gidle minnie#asrmrxx#gidle imagines#writing#gidle fluff#gidle yuqi#gidle miyeon#gidle soyeon#gidle shuhua#gidle soojin#idle smau
62 notes
·
View notes