#ive x reader

[siawritez]

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

Earth Arcade: After Hours (Dubai Edition)

Pairing: Ahn Yujin × Fem!Reader

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

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

Too bad subtlety was never your strong suit.

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

Eunji, Mimi, and Youngji are standing alone.

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

“Where were you?” Eunji narrowed her eyes.

“Bathroom,” you both said in unison.

“Together?” Mimi asked, skeptical.

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

Youngji narrowed her eyes. “So suspicious…”

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

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

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

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

“Onto my lips.”

“Coincidence.”

---

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

storage room. 3 mins.

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

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

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

“You saw me every five minutes.”

“Yeah. But I couldn’t have you.”

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

You only nodded, pulling her closer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just you and her.

---

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

“Spit it out,” Eunji said.

“Huh?” you yawned, feigning innocence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Guess we better plan our next escape.”

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

Yujin winked. “You know me too well.”

---

[melanchoire]

THE EDGE OF THE GLORY ──── jang wonyoung.

── ( 👜 ) jang wonyoung, the untouchable darling of the k–pop world, finds her meticulously crafted facade crumbling after a fiery argument with her long-suffering stylist exposes the raw vulnerability and anger hidden beneath the surface, threatening to unravel her career and leaving her questioning if the price of perfection is worth sacrificing her sanity.

pairing. mean dom!idol!gp jang wonyoung x sub!stylist!fem reader

warning(s). blowjob, breeding + creampie, clit play, cunnilingus, degradation, fingering, hair pulling, making out, multiple orgasms, nipple play, throat fucking, wonyoung being the “mean girl” that the antis talk so much about.

word count. 5,5k

request? no.

the fluorescent lights of the dressing room hummed, a sterile counterpoint to the vibrant chaos within. makeup artists swarmed around the ive members, their brushes dancing across faces, transforming them into the flawless idols the world adored. jang wonyoung sat rigidly in her chair, her usual doll–like features pulled into a tight frown.

being jang wonyoung was a gilded cage. she was a star, a name whispered with reverence, a face plastered on billboards and magazines. from the moment she’d stepped onto the produce 48 stage, her charisma had captivated the public. now, years later, that initial spark had ignited into a blaze, making her one of the most sought–after idols in south korea.

but the blaze was fueled by relentless pressure. schedules were unforgiving, a constant blur of photoshoots, music shows, variety appearances, and fan events. sleep was a luxury, a stolen hour here and there. the line between wonyoung the idol and jang wonyoung the young woman had blurred, almost to the point of disappearing altogether.

wonyoung sighed, the sound barely audible amidst the bustling chaos of ive’s dressing room. the university performance loomed, a dark cloud on her already bleak horizon. she stared at her reflection, a flawless visage staring back, yet the eyes held a storm of discontent. being jang wonyoung, the nation’s darling, was an exhausting performance in itself. the constant smiles, the perfect poses, the endless schedule — it was a gilded cage she longed to escape, if only for a moment.

today, however, the cage felt particularly constricting. her gaze flicked towards you, her stylist. your hands hovered around a clothing rack overflowing with shimmering fabrics and intricate designs. you were relatively new to the team, and wonyoung had yet to fully gauge your intentions. was it purely professional, or did you fall into the category of people who treated her more like a commodity than a person?

you pulled out a skirt. It was undeniably eye–catching, a vibrant shade of fuchsia, embellished with sequins that caught the light. but even from across the room, wonyoung could tell it was short. painfully short. and tight.

her frown deepened. “is that...really the outfit you chose?” she asked, her voice laced with a delicate edge that could slice through steel.

you turned from the rack of clothes, a smile playing on your lips. you were proud of the outfit you’d chosen — a vibrant, youthful ensemble perfect for a university performance. “yes, wonyoung–ssi. i think it looks fantastic on you! the bright colors will really pop on stage, and it’s playful, just right for the occasion.”

wonyoung’s eyes narrowed slightly. youthful and energetic? was that supposed to be a compliment? she was barely an adult herself. sometimes, she felt like everyone wanted to keep her perpetually frozen in that image of the innocent, wide–eyed girl from produce 48.

“energetic is good.” she conceded, her tone still cool. “but comfort is also important. we’re performing, remember? i need to be able to move. is this really necessary?” she asked, her voice laced with a cool indifference that belied the frustration simmering within.

you turned, a polite smile gracing your lips. “just making sure we have everything ready, wonyoung–ssi. we want you to look your absolute best.”

wonyoung’s lips curled into a sardonic smile. “my best? or what do you think is my best?”

the air in the room seemed to thicken. ive’s other members, usually a cacophony of laughter and chatter, seemed to sense the shift in atmosphere and quieted down, their eyes darting nervously between wonyoung and you.

“of course, your best.” you replied, your voice carefully neutral. “we always take your preferences into consideration.”

“do you?” wonyoung challenged, her eyes narrowing. she gestured to the offending skirt, a minuscule scrap of fabric barely covering her thighs. “because this… this doesn’t exactly scream ‘wonyoung’s preference.’”

you winced inwardly. you knew this outfit was a risk, pushing the boundaries of wonyoung’s usual sophisticated style towards something more overtly… provocative. but the head stylist had insisted, citing a “youthful and energetic” concept for the university performance. now, you were paying the price.

“the concept for today is a bit more… dynamic.” you explained, trying to maintain a professional demeanor. “we thought it would suit the energy of the performance.”

wonyoung scoffed, the sound sharp and derisive. “dynamic? i have to dance in that thing! i’ll be lucky if i don’t trip and fall on my face.”

“ive isn’t a dance–focused group, wonyoung–ssi. and you aren’t a main dancer. the choreography isn’t overly strenuous. besides, the skirt is lined, and we can add some safety shorts underneath for extra security…” you held up the skirt again, your smile faltering slightly under her intense gaze. “i understand, but the designer specifically wanted you to wear this piece. it’s part of their new collection, and it would be a great opportunity for exposure.”

wonyoung’s lips curled into a barely perceptible sneer. exposure. that was always the excuse. Her body, her image, treated as a tool for someone else’s gain.

wonyoung stood up from her chair and walked towards you, her movements deliberate and measured. the playful glint in her eye was replaced with a storm. “so, because i’mm not the ‘main dancer’ i don’t deserve comfortable clothes?” she asked, her voice dangerously low. “is that what you're implying?”

“and exposure is nice.” she said, her voice dripping with honeyed sarcasm. “but i think my performance might suffer if i’m too busy worrying about whether my skirt is riding up every two seconds. wouldn’t you agree?”

you fiddled with the skirt, your nervousness palpable. “we can make alterations. lengthen it a little, add some inner lining for more security… we can add some safety shorts underneath, wonyoung–ssi. it’ll be fine.”

“alterations?” wonyoung repeated, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “so now we’re admitting it’s a problem? why wasn’t this considered before?”

you bit back a sigh. this was becoming increasingly difficult. you understood her frustration, but her constant condescension was starting to wear thin.

“we try our best to anticipate these things.” you said, choosing your words carefully. “but sometimes adjustments are necessary.”

“your best isn’t good enough.” wonyoung retorted, her eyes flashing. “honestly, sometimes i wonder if you even know what you're doing.”

the words hung in the air, heavy with venom. the other ive members shifted uncomfortably, their gazes fixed on the floor. you felt a surge of anger rising within you, but you fought it down, reminding yourself that she was the client, the star, the one who called the shots.

you felt a knot of anxiety tighten in your stomach. you hadn’t meant to offend her, but you could see that your words had struck a nerve. “no, that’s not what i meant at all!” you quickly said. “i just meant that the outfit is designed to be visually appealing and appropriate for the performance. i wouldn’t put you in anything that would make you uncomfortable or compromise your performance.”

“oh, really? because i feel very uncomfortable right now.” sonyoung said, her tone dripping with venom. ”i feel like i’m being treated like a prop, like my comfort and opinions don’t matter. just another pretty face to be dressed up and paraded around.”

you were starting to feel defensive. you poured so much effort into your work, trying to balance the demands of the industry with the comfort and preferences of the idols you worked with. “wonyoung–ssi, that’s not fair. i always try to consider your preferences. you know that.”

“do you?” wonyoung challenged, her eyes blazing. “because it doesn’t feel like it. it feels like you’re more concerned with what looks good in pictures than how i actually feel.”

the dressing room was silent for a moment, the tension thick and suffocating. you took a deep breath, trying to remain professional. “i’m sorry you feel that way, wonyoung–ssi. but i assure you, that’s not my intention. i’m just trying to do my job.”

“and what is your job, (y/n)–ssi?” wonyoung snapped, her voice rising. “to make me look pretty and shut up? to blindly follow the company’s instructions without considering my feelings? is that what you think your job is?”

you had reached your limit. you were tired, overworked, and underappreciated. you had bent over backwards to accommodate wonyoung’s demands in the past, often sacrificing your own creative vision in the process. but her constant negativity and condescending attitude were becoming unbearable.

“my job is to make you look your best while adhering to the overall concept and guidelines set by the company.” you retorted, your voice trembling slightly. “and quite frankly, i think you look amazing in everything. but it seems like nothing i do is ever good enough for you.”

wonyoung scoffed, turning away from you with a dismissive wave of her hand. “oh, please. don’t try to make me feel sorry for you. you’re getting paid to do this. it’s not like you’re doing me a favor.”

your blood boiled. “that’s not the point, wonyoung! i pour my heart and soul into my work. i spend countless hours researching trends, sourcing materials, and putting together outfits that i think will complement you and ive. and all i get in return is constant criticism and disrespect.”

wonyoung whirled around, her face contorted with anger. “disrespect? you think i’m being disrespectful? you’re the one who’s being disrespectful! you’re just a stylist, (y/n)–ssi! you’re supposed to do what i tell you to do. you don’t get to have an opinion.”

the words hung in the air, heavy and stinging. you stared at wonyoung, your heart pounding in your chest. it was one thing to be frustrated or demanding, but to be so dismissive and belittling was simply unacceptable.

“i assure you, wonyoung–ssi, i am a professional.” you replied, your voice tight. “i take my job very seriously.”

“do you?” wonyoung challenged, taking a step closer, her eyes locking onto yours. “because it doesn’t seem like it. you’re always fumbling, always forgetting things, always making excuses. honestly, it’s embarrassing.”

you felt your cheeks flush with heat. this was beyond constructive criticism; this was a personal attack. you had worked tirelessly to meet her demands, often sacrificing your own time and well–being to ensure she was always perfectly styled. and this was the thanks you received?

“i am doing my best.” you repeated, your voice trembling slightly. “i am always available and try hard at my job.”

wonyoung tilted her head, a cruel smile playing on her lips. “your best? that’s a pretty low bar, isn’t it?”

“wonyoung—”

“one last thing. if ihave a problem with my wardrobe on stage, you’ll face the consequences.”

and that’s how you ended up here.

“i’ve been thinking about your filthy mouth all day, (y/n).” she growled, her hand sliding up to tangle in your hair, gripping it tightly. “and now i’m going to ruin it.”

wonyoung crashed her lips against yours in a brutal, demanding kiss, her tongue forcing its way into your mouth to claim and explore. at the same time, her other hand drifted down to palm your ass, squeezing the firm globe possessively.

she ripped her mouth away from yours to attack your neck with biting kisses, sucking dark marks into your sensitive skin. “get on your knees.” she commanded breathlessly, her voice rough with lust. “i’m going to fuck that dirty mouth of yours until you choke on my cock, you filthy girl.” wonyoung’s hand tangled tighter in your hair as she forced your head down, pushing you to your knees on the rough ground of the dressing room. her other hand fumbled with the button of her skirt, roughly yanking them open and shoving them down her long, toned legs along with her lacy black panties.

“open your mouth, (y/n).” she hissed, freeing her already hard, thick cock. it bobbed in front of your face, the musky scent of her arousal filling your nostrils. “i’m going to fuck your pretty face until you gag on my dick, you dirty slut.”

she grabbed your hair with both hands now, gripping it like a handle as she rubbed the leaking tip of her cock against your soft, plump lips. “don’t you dare try to close it. take it all like a good whore.” wonyoung growled, her voice dripping with dark promise.

with a swift, brutal thrust of her hips, she shoved her thick cock past your lips and into the hot, wet cavern of your mouth. she didn’t stop until she had forced it down your throat, until she could feel your nose pressing against her pelvis and your chin resting against her balls.

wonyoung groaned in dark satisfaction, her fingers twisting painfully in your hair as she held you in place, your nose buried in her crotch. “fuck yes, take that cock, you dirty bitch.” she snarled, her hips already starting to move, to fuck your face with hard, brutal thrusts.

she used your mouth like a cock sleeve, ruthlessly slamming her thick dick in and out, hitting the back of your throat with every thrust. drool leaked from the corners of your stretched lips, tears springing to your eyes as she fucked your face without mercy in the dressing room. wonyoung grinned wickedly as she felt your throat constricting around her pistoning cock, your desperate gagging and choking only spurring her on. she fucked your face with wild abandon, grunting and growling like an animal in heat.

wonyoung’s balls slapped obscenely against your chin with every violent thrust, your eyes watering and throat burning as she used your mouth ruthlessly. she showed no mercy, fucking your face with a single–minded hunger, determined to paint your insides white with her hot seed. “fuck, your throat feels so good squeezing my cock.” she panted harshly, her grip on your hair tightening as she slammed into you particularly hard. “i’m going to fill this dirty mouth with so much cum, you filthy slut. fuck, i can’t wait to make you choke on it…”

she punctuated her words with sharp snaps of her hips, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge. your jaw ached and your lungs screamed for air as she rutted into your mouth, chasing her rapidly approaching orgasm. with a strangled cry, wonyoung buried herself to the hilt in your spasming throat and erupted, flooding your mouth and belly with what felt like an endless deluge of hot, thick cum.

she held you in place, forcing you to swallow every drop as she rode out the waves of her intense climax. finally, with a shuddering gasp, she pulled out, her softening cock slipping from your abused lips with a wet pop. a strand of cum and saliva connected your mouth to her dick before breaking, dripping down your chin and onto your heaving chest.

wonyoung grinned down at you, her dark eyes gleaming with cruel satisfaction and dark promise. “fuck, that was hot as hell, (y/n).” she purred, swiping a thumb through the mess on your face and pushing it past your lips for you to clean. “we are definitely doing this again. i have so many more filthy things i want to do to this sexy body of yours…”

wonyoung helped you to your feet, her hands lingering on your curves as she brushed off your jeans. she spun you around and pinned you face–first against the rough brick wall, pressing her lithe body flush against your back. her breath was hot against your ear as she leaned in close, her voice a low, seductive purr.

“you know, i’ve seen the way you look at me when you think i’m not watching.” she murmured, her hand sliding around your hip to splay across your belly possessively. “i know you want more of this, (y/n). i can give you so much more…”

her hand drifted lower, slipping beneath the hem of your shirt to caress the soft skin of your stomach. she circled your bellybutton with a teasing finger before trailing lower still, brushing against the waistband of your jeans.

“i want to spread your legs and bury my face between your thighs until you scream.” she breathed against your ear, her voice dripping with dark promise. “i want to taste your pussy until you're shaking and begging for more. until you’re addicted to the feel of my tongue fucking your greedy little cunt.”

wonyoung punctuated her filthy words with a sharp nip to your earlobe, making you gasp. her hand drifted even lower, popping the button of your jeans and slipping inside to cup your mound through your panties. she could feel the damp heat of your arousal even through the fabric.

“tell me you want it, (y/n).” she demanded breathlessly, grinding her hips against your ass. “tell me you want me to eat this pretty pussy until you're sobbing and drenching my face in your cum. beg me to fuck you with my fingers until you're shaking and seeing stars.”

her fingers pressed harder against your clothed sex, rubbing your clit in tight circles. her other hand slid up to palm your breast, kneading the soft flesh and tweaking your nipple through your shirt. “i want to ruin you for anyone else, (y/n).” she growled, her voice rough with lust and dark intent. “i want to fuck you so hard and so good that no one else will ever satisfy you again. i want to make you my personal fuck toy, always ready and eager for me to use your sexy body however i want.”

wonyoung’s fingers slipped under the hem of your panties, brushing against your slick folds. she groaned in satisfaction as she felt how wet you already were, your arousal coating her fingers. she circled your clit with a teasing touch before plunging two fingers deep inside your tight channel without warning. “fuck, you’re so wet and ready, you naughty girl.” she purred, pumping her fingers in and out of your dripping pussy. her thumb pressed hard circles against your clit, making your hips buck and your back arch.

“that’s it, grind on my fingers like the desperate little slut you are.” wonyoung growled, nibbling and sucking at your neck, no doubt leaving marks for all to see. her other hand slid under your shirt, pushing your bra up and out of the way to roughly palm your breast. she pinched and rolled your nipple between her fingers, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

“i’m going to finger fuck this greedy cunt until you're dripping and begging for my cock.” she promised darkly, her voice rough and laden with lust. “i’m going to make you cum so hard on my fingers that you forget your own name. the only thing you’ll remember is the feeling of me fucking your pussy raw.”

wonyoung curled her fingers inside you, pressing against that sensitive spot deep within your walls that made your vision go white and your knees weak. she rubbed and massaged it relentlessly as she fucked you with her hand, her thumb grinding mercilessly against your clit. she could feel your pussy clenching and fluttering around her invading fingers, your body instinctively trying to draw them deeper. wonyoung growled in approval, loving how responsive and eager you were, how your sexy little body betrayed your desire for her touch.

“fuck yes, squeeze my fingers like that.” she purred, her voice dripping with dark satisfaction. “your hungry cunt is sucking me in, begging to be filled. you need to be filled, don’t you (y/n)? filled and stretched and fucked until you can’t take anymore.”

she pumped her fingers faster, slamming them in and out of your dripping sex with wild abandon. her palm pressed hard against your clit with every thrust, the rough friction sending sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine. wonyoung could feel your arousal coating her fingers, dripping down to pool on her palm and wrist.

her other hand tugged your shirt up and over your head, tossing it carelessly to the side. she unhooked your bra with deft fingers, freeing your breasts to the cool evening air. wonyoung’s hands immediately went to your tits, kneading and squeezing the soft mounds roughly. she pinched and rolled your nipples between her fingertips, tugging on them just hard enough to make you gasp and arch into her touch.

“that’s it, let me hear you.” she demanded, her breath hot against your ear. “i want to hear all those pretty noises spilling from your lips as i play with these gorgeous tits. i want the whole fucking building to hear what a shameless slut you are for my touch.”

wonyoung’s fingers never stopped their brutal pace, pumping in and out of your clenching cunt, curling and twisting to hit that perfect spot inside you with every thrust. she could feel your body starting to tremble, your muscles tensing as your climax approached. her thumb pressed hard and fast circles against your clit, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

wonyoung could feel your body tensing, your inner muscles fluttering wildly around her pistoning fingers as your orgasm rapidly approached. she doubled her efforts, fucking you with fast, sharp thrusts of her hand, her palm slapping obscenely against your dripping sex with every push. her fingers curled just right, rubbing that perfect spot inside you that made stars explode behind your eyelids.

“that’s it, cum for me, (y/n).” wonyoung growled, her voice ragged with lust and dark satisfaction. “cum all over my fingers like the desperate little slut you are. i want to feel this greedy cunt squeezing the life out of my hand as you scream my name.”

she pinched your nipple hard, twisting it just shy of pain, sending a jolt of electric pleasure straight to your core. her thumb pressed down ruthlessly on your clit, grinding against it with fast, tight circles. your hips bucked wildly, fucking yourself back against her hand, riding her fingers with abandon.

wonyoung’s hot breath washed over the side of your neck as she licked and sucked at your sensitive skin, no doubt leaving dark marks for all to see. she wanted everyone to know that you belonged to her now, that this sexy body was her personal fuck toy to use as she pleased.

“come on baby, give it to me.” she purred, her voice a sinful temptation. “i want to feel you cumming on my fingers, drenching my hand in your juices. i want you to scream so loud that the whole fucking school hears what a dirty girl you are for me.”

she could feel your body starting to seize, your thighs trembling and your belly clenching as your climax crashed over you. wonyoung fucked you through it, her fingers pumping in time with the waves of pleasure radiating through your core. your pussy clenched and spasmed around the invading digits, trying to suck them in deeper as your release consumed you.

“that’s my good girl.” wonyoung groaned, feeling your molten heat gushing around her fingers, your arousal dripping down to pool in her palm. “fuck yes, cum for me (y/n). cum so fucking hard on my fingers. you feel so fucking good squeezing me like this.”

she could feel your pussy pulsing and fluttering wildly around her fingers as your intense orgasm ripped through you, your body shaking uncontrollably in her arms. wonyoung groaned gutturally as your scorching juices flooded her hand, your release dripping down to puddle on the ground beneath you. she worked you through it, her fingers pumping in time with your spasming walls until the last aftershock faded away.

panting harshly, wonyoung slowly withdrew her soaked fingers from your sensitive sex, bringing them to her lips to lick them clean. she made a show of savoring your tangy essence, her eyes fluttering shut in bliss. “fuck, you taste even better than i imagined.” she purred, her voice low and dripping with dark promise. “i could get addicted to the taste of your cum, (y/n)."

she spun you around to face her, one hand gripping your hip possessively while the other cupped your chin, tilting your face up to meet her intense gaze. her thumb brushed over your kiss-swollen lips, smearing the remnants of your arousal across them. “you’re mine now, you know that?” she declared, her voice rough and filled with a primal hunger. “I’m going to fuck this sexy body whenever and however i want. and you’re going to be a good girl and take it like the eager little slut you are, isn’t that right?”

she crashed her lips against yours in a brutal, dominating kiss, plunging her tongue into your mouth to claim and conquer. she kissed you like she owned you, like your lips belonged to her and only her. when she finally pulled away, you were both left panting and wanting, your lips red and raw from her fervent attention.

she chuckled darkly, her hand sliding down to possessively cup your ass, squeezing the firm globe. “mhm, you want me to breed this tight little cunt, huh?” she purred, her voice dripping with sinful promise. “you want to feel my hot cum flooding your womb, filling you up until your belly is swollen with my seed?”

she spun you back around and bent you over the arm of a nearby arm couch, hiking your hips up and exposing your dripping sex to the cool evening air. wonyoung dropped to her knees behind you, her hands gripping your ass cheeks and spreading them wide. she leaned in close, her breath hot against your slick folds as she spoke.

“i’m going to ruin this perfect pussy.” she growled, her voice rough with lust and dark intent. “i’m going to fuck you so hard and so deep that you'll be feeling me for days. i’ll pump you so full of my cum that it takes, that my seed takes root in your fertile little womb.”

wonyoung licked a slow, teasing stripe up your slit, her tongue delving between your folds to taste your arousal. she groaned in satisfaction at the flavor, her eyes fluttering shut as she savored your essence. “fuck, you taste divine.” she purred, before sealing her lips around your clit and sucking hard.

wonyoung’s hands gripped your hips tighter as she pulled you back against her mouth, grinding your dripping cunt against her face. she licked and sucked at your sensitive flesh, her tongue delving deep to taste your essence directly from the source. she could feel your body trembling, your hips rocking instinctively against her mouth as she pleasured you.

“that’s it, grind this pretty pussy on my face.” wonyoung growled, the vibrations of her voice sending shockwaves through your core. “ride my tongue like the desperate little breeding slut you are. i want to feel you cumming all over me as i eat this hungry cunt.”

she sealed her lips around your clit and sucked hard, flicking the sensitive bud with the tip of her tongue. at the same time, she plunged two fingers deep into your dripping channel, pumping them in and out in time with the lashes of her tongue. she could feel your walls clenching and fluttering around the invading digits, your body eagerly sucking them in deeper.

“fuck, i can’t wait to fill this tight little fuckhole with my thick, hot cum.” wonyoung panted against your sex, her fingers never stopping their relentless pace. “i’m going to pump you so full that it gushes out of you, that you’re dripping with it for hours. i want everyone to see the evidence of me breeding this perfect pussy, marking you as my personal fuck toy.”

she could feel your climax rapidly approaching, your body tensing and your breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps. wonyoung doubled her efforts, fucking you with wild abandon, determined to make you cum harder than you ever had before. she wanted to ruin you for anyone else, to make it so that no one could ever satisfy you like she could.

“come on baby, give me that cum.” she demanded, her voice ragged with lust and dark hunger. “i want to feel this greedy cunt squeezing the life out of my fingers as you scream my name. i want the whole fucking world to hear you claiming me as the only one who can make you feel this good.”

she could feel your pussy starting to spasm and clench, your release barreling down on you like a freight train. wonyoung groaned against your sex, the sound sending delicious vibrations through your core. she pressed her thumb down hard on your clit, rubbing tight circles against your throbbing clit as she slammed her fingers in and out of your gripping sex. she could feel your release surging through you, your pussy clamping down on her invading digits like a vice as you screamed her name to the heavens.

“yes, that’s it! cum for me, (y/n), cum so fucking hard on my fingers!” wonyoung growled, her voice muffled against your spasming sex. she licked and sucked your clit mercilessly, pushing you through your intense orgasm with the skillful flicks of her tongue. your arousal gushed out around her fingers, dripping down to puddle on the ground as your body shook and jerked with the force of your climax.

as the last waves of your release ebbed, wonyoung slowly withdrew her soaked fingers from your fluttering sex. she brought them to her lips, making a show of licking them clean as she gazed up at you with a wicked, satisfied grin. “delicious.” she purred, savoring the taste of your essence. “i could get addicted to the flavor of your cum, (y/n). i think i’ll be eating this pretty pussy every fucking day until you’re swollen with my baby.”

“just breed me already.” you whimpered pathetically, words coming out of your mouth that surprised even yourself.

wonyoung stood up, a dark chuckle rumbling from her chest at your desperate plea. she quickly shed her remaining clothes, revealing her soft, feminine body — all lean muscle and smooth, caramel skin. her cock was already hard and throbbing, the thick shaft jutting out from a perfectly trimmed patch of dark curls at the apex of her thighs. she stroked herself slowly as she moved to stand behind you, the swollen head of her dick catching on the curve of your ass cheek.

“fuck, i’ve never wanted to breed a cunt so badly," wonyoung growled, her voice low and dripping with primal hunger. she gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises as she notched the tip of her cock against your dripping entrance. “i’m going to ruin this perfect little fuckhole, (y/n). i’m going to stretch it out and fill it up until you're overflowing with my seed.”

with one brutal thrust, wonyoung buried herself balls–deep inside you, her thick cock splitting you open and driving the air from your lungs. she didn’t give you any time to adjust, immediately starting to fuck into you with hard, deep strokes that rocked your whole body. the bench creaked and groaned beneath you with the force of her thrusts, the metal biting into your skin.

“fuck, you’re so goddamn tight.” wonyoung snarled, her hips slapping lewdly against your ass with every push. “this cunt was made for my cock, like it was molded to fit me perfectly. i’m going to fucking wreck you, (y/n).”

she gripped your hair, twisting it around her fist and using it as a handle to yank your head back as she pounded into you from behind. her other hand drifted around to your front, finding your swollen clit and rubbing it in tight, fast circles. she could feel your pussy clenching and fluttering around her pistoning cock, trying desperately to draw her in deeper.

“that’s it, fucking squeeze my dick.” wonyoung growled, her breath hot against your ear. “milk it with this hungry little cunt. i want to feel you squeezing every last drop of cum from my balls as I breed this perfect pussy.”

she could feel her climax approaching, her thrusts growing erratic and her grip on your hair tightening. she could feel her cock throbbing and pulsing inside you, growing even harder as she fucked you with wild abandon. wonyoung’a hips snapped forward with a final, brutal thrust, burying herself to the hilt inside your spasming sex. she threw her head back with a guttural moan as her orgasm crashed over her, her hot seed erupting from the tip of her cock to paint your insides white.

“fuck, take it all!” wonyoung roared, her fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips hard enough to leave livid bruises behind. she ground her pelvis against your ass, pushing her cock in as deep as it could go as she filled you with spurt after spurt of her thick, virile cum. she could feel it flooding your womb, your belly starting to swell slightly from the sheer volume of her release.

“yes, fuck yes, i’m breeding this cunt.” she gasped out, her voice raw and ragged with pleasure. “i’m pumping you so fucking full, (y/n). gonna make this belly big and round with my baby. you’re mine now, all mine to fuck and breed whenever i want.”

wonyoung collapsed against your back, both of you panting and trembling in the aftermath of your intense coupling. her softening cock stayed nestled inside your cum–filled sex as she rolled your hips, stirring her seed deeper into your womb. she nuzzled under your jaw, pressing sloppy kisses to your neck and shoulder as she murmured filthy promises into your ear.

“gonna fuck you every goddamn day, (y/n). gonna keep this pussy full and dripping with my cum. gonna make you my personal breeding bitch, always ready and eager for me to fill you up again. you’re fucking mine now.”

[ducktoo]

Cheeky

IVE’s An Yujin x M!Reader

Note: Thank u @mintwithchoco for the prompt! It was fun to write this! (I might have post it a bit early but It's a bit too fluff to rot in the jail-

Hope yall got enough dose of lethal Yujin. Here’s a cutie Yujin for yall

(Can this woman not make me blush every single time-)

You have heard many opinions about An Yujin through her online exposure. Gorgeous yet strict, a natural professional and one of the most popular idols in the business.

So when you got hired as a personal bodyguard to IVE, you knew you had to be in your best behaviour. You were expecting a professional introduction. Maybe a polite handshake, a simple exchange of names, and a respectful nod—just like how it had been with every other client before.

But no. Instead, the first thing you got was laughter.

Loud, unabashed laughter.

You had barely stepped into the practice room, clad in your sharp black suit with an earpiece securely in place, when Yujin spun around mid-dance routine, caught sight of you, and nearly collapsed from laughing too hard.

"Oh my god, you look so serious!" She practically wheezed, hands on her knees.

You blinked, your professional composure wavering just slightly. That’s not the usual reaction.

"...Excuse me?"

She straightened up, still giggling, and gave you a once-over. "You're my new bodyguard, right? Wow, we’re the same age, but you look like you’re about to arrest me or something."

Yujin wiped at the corner of her eyes and grinned as she strolled up to you, radiating the kind of unbothered energy that made your brow twitch. Well this is…going to be a pain.

"Well at least I do look the part, no?" you asked, straightening your vest as you clear your throat . "I’m literally here to keep you safe."

"Oh, I’m very grateful." Yujin smirked, stepping closer with a mischievous glint in her eye. "But I was kinda hoping for someone... I don’t know, scarier? You look way too nice."

You stared at her, unimpressed. "I can be scary."

"Yeah?" She raised an eyebrow. "Prove it."

You sighed and took a step forward, dropping your voice into a low, stern tone. "If you don't follow security protocol, I will personally make sure you regret it."

For a moment, Yujin's eyes widened, and you thought—just for a second—that she would actually take you seriously.

Then she grinned even wider.

“Ohhh,” she mused, stepping even closer, her face just inches from yours. “I like you already.”

You had a very bad feeling about this.

-

If you had known what was coming, you would’ve quit on the spot.

An Yujin, despite her public image of being a charming, responsible leader, was actually a menace.

If she wasn’t sneaking off to buy snacks at the nearby convenience stores without telling anyone, she was hiding behind doors just to jump-scare you. And the worst part? The other IVE members had joined in on it…but mostly Yujin.

"Come on, just one smile," Yujin teased one afternoon, poking your cheek while you stood guard by the van. "You've been with us for months, and I still haven't seen you laugh."

You exhaled through your nose. "My job is to protect you, not to entertain you."

"That’s so boring. How do you survive without fun?"

"By keeping a certain someone out of trouble." You shot her a pointed look.

Yujin gasped dramatically, clutching her chest. "Wow. Is that how you see me? Just a walking headache?"

You opened your mouth—because yes she was a giant headache to you—but she cut you off, suddenly leaning in way too close.

"What if I am your problem, huh?" she whispered, eyes glinting with playful challenge.

You held your ground, staring her down. "...Then I'll have to handle you accordingly, I suppose."

Instead of backing off, Yujin grinned wider. "I’d like to see you try."

Oh, she was insufferable. And unfortunately, you were stuck with her.

-

"You know," Yujin drawled, stretching across the couch in the waiting room like a cat in the sun. One arm hung off the side lazily, while the other rested behind her head, eyes gleaming with that familiar mischief. "I think you like me more than you let on."

You sighed, already used to her antics. "What makes you think that?"

Her lips curled upward, slow and knowing, like she had already won whatever game she was playing. "Because I'm fun. And charming. And incredibly good-looking." She struck an exaggerated pose, tilting her chin up dramatically like some kind of historical monarch.

Across the room, Wonyoung groaned, rubbing her temples. "Unnie, please. Have some dignity."

"You don’t want me to tell the truth?" Yujin gasped, clutching her chest in mock devastation, her mouth slightly parted as if she had just been personally attacked.

"I don't want you to embarrass us in front of our bodyguard," Wonyoung corrected, glancing at you apologetically.

You just shook your head, lips pressing into a thin line. "I'm used to it."

Yujin’s eyes flickered with amusement, but instead of making another joke, her expression softened just slightly—like she had caught something in your tone that intrigued her. Then, just as quickly, the mischief returned. "See? That's basically an admission that you enjoy my company."

You gave her a deadpan look. "That is not what I said."

"Too late, I'm taking it as fact." She stretched her arms over her head, looking far too pleased with herself.

You exhaled through your nose, choosing to ignore her. If there was one thing you'd learned about An Yujin, it was that engaging with her nonsense only fuelled her further.

But despite all her teasing and the way she constantly pushed your buttons, there were moments when she reminded you why she was the leader of IVE.

Like now.

Liz sat in the corner of the room, staring down at her phone with her lips pressed into a tight line. She was fidgeting, her hands twisting together in her lap—a stark contrast to the usual easygoing energy she carried.

Yujin noticed instantly. Her playful expression melted away, replaced by something steadier. More grounded. She pushed herself off the couch, crossing the room in a few quick strides before crouching beside Liz.

"Jiwonie," she called softly, nudging her knee against Liz’s. "What’s up?"

Liz hesitated before sighing. "I feel like I keep messing up my parts in the choreography."

Yujin tilted her head, studying her with an unreadable expression. Then, instead of immediately reassuring her, she took a moment. Just a beat of silence—enough to let Liz’s words settle before responding.

"You don’t," Yujin said firmly. "We practiced together, remember? You’re doing fine."

"But—"

"No buts." Yujin stood up, walked over, and slung an arm around Liz’s shoulders, giving her a reassuring squeeze. "You know what I told you? The best performers aren’t the ones who get everything perfect all the time. They’re the ones who keep going no matter what."

Liz still looked uncertain, but a small smile tugged at her lips. "You really think so?"

"I know so." Yujin grinned. "Besides, if you mess up, I’ll just mess up too. That way, we’re both in trouble."

"That’s a terrible encouragement," you muttered.

Yujin turned her head slightly, just enough to meet your gaze, and the glint in her eyes was back. The glint. The one that usually meant trouble.

"It’s called leadership," Yujin shot back. "Ever heard of it?"

You exhaled sharply, shaking your head, but you didn’t argue. Liz was smiling now, and that was proof enough that whatever Yujin was doing was working. She had a way of lifting her members’ spirits that was genuinely impressive.

Liz laughed, looking much more relaxed. "Thanks, unnie."

"Anytime," Yujin replied, patting her head before making her way back to her spot on the couch. As she passed you, she glanced up, smirking.

"See? I'm not just a pain in your ass."

"I never said that," you replied, but she only winked before plopping back onto the couch like she hadn’t just effortlessly reassured one of her members.

You sighed. Protecting An Yujin was exhausting… but you didn’t mind as much as you pretended to.

-

Your day off. A rare and precious thing.

You had been looking forward to it—no earpiece, no schedule to follow, no six-foot radius of hyper-vigilance around an overgrown puppy disguised as an idol. Just a quiet, peaceful day to yourself.

Or so you thought.

The realization hit you like a cruel joke when you spotted her.

An Yujin. Hoodie up, mask on, but you’d recognize her anywhere. The way she walked, slightly loose-limbed and confident, like the world was hers to navigate. The way she hummed under her breath as she glanced at store signs, completely unaware of how reckless she was being.

You groaned under your breath. Of course.

But before you could even question why she was out alone, without security, without backup, you saw him. A man. Mid-thirties. Dark hoodie. His posture was too stiff, his steps too calculated. He lingered a few feet behind Yujin, never overtaking her, never slowing down. His gaze flickered to her every few seconds, fingers twitching slightly as if waiting for something.

Your instincts kicked in immediately.

You followed her into a convenience store, keeping to the shelves as she strolled past the snack aisle. She had no idea. Her biggest concern at the moment was probably whether to get banana milk or iced coffee—completely oblivious to the shadow tailing her.

He lingered near the entrance, pretending to look at snacks but never actually picking anything up. His eyes were locked on Yujin, and his fingers twitched like he was waiting for the right moment.

Sasaeng. Your stomach turned cold.

You moved fast.

The moment Yujin left the store, you followed right behind. And just as the man reached out—

You grabbed his wrist. Tight.

A sharp intake of breath. The man's head snapped toward you, eyes widening in shock and irritation.

"The hell—?" he hissed, jerking back, but you didn’t let go.

Yujin spun around, startled. "Huh?—"

"Good afternoon, mister." You pulled her behind you instinctively, keeping your grip on the man. "I don’t know what you think you’re doing," you said, voice low and firm, "but walk away. Now."

The man scowled, trying to yank his arm free. "Who the hell are you?"

"Her bodyguard," you answered coldly. "And if you don’t leave in the next five seconds, you won’t like what happens next."

A flicker of hesitation. His eyes darted between you and Yujin, who was standing rigid behind you now, her usual carefree energy drained into something tense and alert.

Then, finally, the man sneered and yanked his arm free. "Tch. Not worth it," he muttered before disappearing into the crowd.

You stood there for a moment, making sure he was really gone, before exhaling.

And then you remembered the girl behind you.

"So…what the hell?" you snapped, turning to her. "Why are you alone?"

She blinked up at you, wide-eyed, still processing what just happened. "Uh…"

"You know how dangerous this is, right?" Your voice was sharper than usual, the adrenaline still running through you. "No staff, no backup, no security. What were you thinking?"

Yujin finally seemed to snap out of it, rubbing the back of her neck. "...I just wanted to go out for a bit. I didn’t want to bother anyone."

Your fists clenched, the lingering adrenaline making your chest feel too tight. "You call this not bothering anyone? You're lucky I decided to go out right now you dunce."

She hesitated, shifting on her feet. Then, in a small voice, she admitted, "I didn’t even realize he was following me."

You exhaled slowly, pinching the bridge of your nose.

"Yujin," you muttered, softer this time, "this is exactly why you can’t go out alone. It’s not about you wanting freedom, it’s about your safety. There are people out there who—" You stopped, shaking your head. "Just... don’t do this again."

Silence stretched between you for a few seconds before Yujin suddenly smiled.

It wasn’t her usual teasing grin. It was softer. Almost... grateful.

"You really do care about me, huh?"

You groaned. "That’s what you’re taking from this?"

Her lips twitched, and just like that, the mischievous glint in her eyes was back. She nudged your arm playfully. "Admit it. You’d miss me if I got kidnapped."

"Don't make me use profanity you—"

"Fine, fine!" She laughed, hands up in surrender. But then she let out a breath, gaze flickering down for a second before meeting yours again, more earnest this time.

"Seriously, though," she murmured. "Thanks. I mean it."

You watched her for a moment, noting the way her usual carefree mask had cracked just a little. The way her eyes, despite the teasing, held something like genuine gratitude. She nudged you playfully. "Guess I owe you one, huh?"

"More like you owe me about a hundred at this point," you muttered, finally relaxing.

Yujin grinned. "Then I’ll start by buying you lunch. C’mon, bodyguard. Let’s eat."

And despite everything, despite the fact that this was supposed to be your day off, you found yourself walking beside her, watching her laugh like nothing had happened.

-

You should’ve known saving An Yujin would have consequences.

Not in the form of a promotion or a bonus (though you wouldn’t say no to either), but in the absolute menace she had become ever since that day.

At first, you thought you were imagining things—the longer stares, the way her lips curled mischievously whenever she caught your eye, the subtle brushes of her fingers against your arm whenever she passed by.

Then, the touches became more deliberate. The teasing got more frequent. The closeness is more unbearable.

It was like a switch had flipped. Suddenly, your personal space was no longer yours. And the worst part? She did it so naturally, like she had always been this clingy with you.

Just like this one morning at the company building—

"Mr. Bodyguaaard~" Yujin sang as she threw an arm over your shoulders, completely ignoring the amused stares of the staff around you. "Walk me to the practice room!"

You exhaled. "Yujin, You know I’m going there anyway."

"But this way is more fun." She tightened her grip, practically hanging off you.

You gave her a look. "...Do you have to be this close?"

"Yes," she said simply, grinning.

It only got worse after a long schedule. You were expecting Yujin to slump in exhaustion like she usually did. Instead, the moment she climbed into the van, she scooted over without hesitation, settling in way too close before dropping her head onto your shoulder with a satisfied sigh.

Your entire body stiffened.

"What are you doing?" you asked, voice flat, not daring to move.

"Getting comfortable," she mumbled, shifting slightly as if trying to mold herself against you.

Your brow twitched. "You have an entire seat to yourself."

"But I don’t want to sit alone," she said simply, eyes fluttering shut. "You’re warm."

Across from you, Wonyoung and Liz exchanged knowing looks.

"Oh no," Gaeul muttered, covering her mouth to hide a laugh.

"I don’t get it," Wonyoung whispered, glancing between you and Yujin. "Since when were they this close?"

Liz smirked. "Since someone got rescued and suddenly realized how cool their bodyguard is."

You sighed. "I heard that, Jiwon."

"I'm glad you did," Liz cheekily shot back.

Meanwhile, Yujin hummed in contentment, completely ignoring the stares and the muffled giggles of her members. As if your shoulder was the perfect place to rest, she nestled in further, her soft breath fanning against your neck.

You felt heat creep up your collar.

"...Heavy," you muttered, shifting slightly.

"Comfy," she countered with a teasing lilt, her lips curling into a lazy grin.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Gaeul shaking her head. "This is getting dangerous."

Liz, meanwhile, giggled behind her hand. "We should start selling tickets to this slow-burn romance."

You groaned. Yujin? She just smirked.

Her clingy antics doesn't stop in the comfort of their dorm, unfortunately. Before their music show performance, you were standing near the dressing room door, waiting for the members to finish.

And then the door swung open.

Yujin strolled out like she was making a grand entrance, her hair freshly styled, her makeup flawless—looking every bit the idol she was.

And then, in one smooth motion, she reached out, grabbed your hand, and laced her fingers with yours.

Your brain lagged.

"Let’s go, mister!" she announced.

You blinked. "Why are you holding my hand—?"

"You saved me, so now I’m keeping you close!" she said cheerfully. "You're my lucky charm!"

Behind her, Leeseo’s jaw dropped. Liz and Rei had to turn away to hide their laughter.

"Yujin," you hissed under your breath, trying to pull away.

She only tightened her grip.

"Nope," she said. "Mine now."

You could physically feel Wonyoung’s migraine forming. "You cannot just say that out loud," Wonyoung groaned, covering her face.

"I just did." Yujin smirked, swinging your intertwined hands slightly, watching your reaction with delight.

Liz and Rei lost it, muffling their laughter behind their hands.

At that moment, a staff member walked by, did a double-take at your very obvious hand-holding situation, and nearly tripped.

You wanted the ground to swallow you whole.

-

You really should have been more prepared for this.

It happened at the airport, in front of dozens of fans, reporters, and flashing cameras.

You were walking beside Yujin, scanning the crowd for any potential threats, keeping a careful distance—when suddenly—

"Honey~!"

You froze. The world stopped.

Gasps. Shrieks. Camera flashes directly in your face.

Even the security personnel ahead of you paused.

Your entire being short-circuited. "What did you just call me?"

Yujin, completely unbothered, turned to you with an innocent smile. "Honey~" she repeated, her voice sweet as sugar.

Wonyoung, Gaeul, and Rei screamed.

 Leeseo was flabbergasted, with Liz quickly covering the youngest's ear from behind.

Even the fans were losing their minds.

"OH MY GOD—"

"WHAT DID SHE JUST SAY—"

"HUH?!?!?"

"YUJIN CALLED HER BODYGUARD HONEY?!?!"

"What. The. Hell. Yujin?!" Your ears burned with embarrassment. "Are you trying to make me headline Dispatch?"

"You take care of me," Yujin said smoothly, not missing a beat. "You protect me, you make sure I eat, you saved my life—so obviously, you're my honey."

"You cannot just say that out loud in public," you hissed, absolutely mortified.

"But I just did," she replied with a grin, eyes twinkling with mischief.

You quickly cover her mouth, frantically trying to damage control. "STOP!!!!"

At this point, Wonyoung had buried her face in her hands, physically unable to process what was happening. Gaeul was bent over, wheezing. Rei looked like she was watching the most dramatic plot twist unfold in real life.

A fan nearby whispered to their friend, "Do you think they’re dating?"

You nearly collapsed.

And Yujin?

She just tugged on your sleeve, eyes filled with amusement, and smiled. "Come on, honey. Let’s go."

And as you caught the knowing grins of her members, the delighted chaos among the fans, and the sheer horror on your own face reflected in the airport glass, you realized something.

You didn’t just save An Yujin.

You unleashed a monster.

[suyanova]

GIRL NEXT DOOR — jang wonyoung

𝜗𝜚 ┈ (💭) after moving into a quiet new neighborhood, you didn’t expect much—certainly not her. but wonyoung has a way of catching your gaze and holding it, like she already knows what you’re thinking. and when the lights go out, it turns out she’s not so innocent… and you’re exactly who she’s been waiting for.

✦ ݁ pairing: dom!neighbour!wonyoung x sub!student!reader

✦ ݁ warnings: sub!reader, dom!wonyoung voyeurism, masturbation, oral sex, face sitting, overstimulation, semi-public risk, fingering

✦ ݁ word count: 5.6k

the neighborhood was quieter than you expected. you’d only moved in that morning. your room was still in chaos—boxes stacked by the closet, clothes spilling halfway out of an open suitcase, and a bed that hadn’t even been fully made. you’d tried to unpack for a while, but after peeling off two layers of duct tape and nearly giving yourself a paper cut digging through a box of tangled wires, you gave up. instead, you slipped on a hoodie, shoved your hands into your pockets, and wandered out into the warm evening air.

the street felt like a movie set. each house had its own little charm—vines curling along fences, ceramic frogs in front gardens, welcome mats that looked like they’d been there for years. the air smelled faintly of cut grass and someone’s dinner. you could hear the hum of insects hiding somewhere in the trees, the occasional distant bark of a dog, and your own footsteps against the pavement. it all felt too peaceful, almost staged, like you’d stepped into a version of suburbia that only existed in commercials.

you were halfway down the block when you heard the sound of a door creaking open across the street.

you looked up without thinking—and froze. the girl stepping onto the porch didn’t look real. the late sun hit her from behind, casting a soft orange glow along the edges of her hair, which was clipped up in a lazy twist that somehow still looked intentional. she wore an oversized white t-shirt tucked loosely into high-waisted denim shorts, her legs impossibly long and bare except for the slight sheen of sunscreen or lotion that caught the light. she was barefoot, nails painted something soft—maybe a pale pink or lavender. her posture was relaxed, casual in a way that made your breath catch. her eyes then met yours.

there was a flicker of something—curiosity, recognition, maybe amusement. her lips pulled into a small, easy smile as she leaned against the wooden railing, arms crossed loosely over her chest. you realized, belatedly, that you were staring. a beat too long. maybe two.

“i haven’t seen you before..” her voice carried across the street effortlessly. smooth, warm, a little playful. it made the inside of your chest feel tight. “did you just move in?”

you blinked. straightening your posture as your eyes wander around, helplessly avoiding eye contact with the girl. “uh—yeah. earlier today.”

your voice came out a little rough, and you immediately hated how stiff you sounded. she didn’t seem to notice, or maybe she did and just didn’t care. her smile stayed where it was, like she knew exactly how she looked and exactly what it was doing to you.

“welcome,” she said, straightening a little. “i’m wonyoung. i live right there.” she gestured behind her with a tilt of her head, and even that looked effortlessly graceful.

you nodded, your pulse thudding a little too loud in your ears. “hello… i live across the street.”

the conversation should’ve ended there. a polite exchange, maybe a wave, and then you’d both be on your way. but she didn’t leave. she stepped down the stairs instead, slowly, like she was giving you time to react.

“you looked kind of lost earlier,” she said, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “i almost came out to say something. but i didn’t want to scare you off on your first day.”

you swallowed, trying not to let your eyes wander. “were you… watching?”

her eyebrows lifted slightly, just for a second, and her mouth curved—not quite a smirk, but something close. “maybe.”

your palms started to sweat. you wiped one against your hoodie. the breeze had picked up a little, brushing against your legs, rustling the trees lining the sidewalk. the golden light hit her eyes at the right angle, and they shimmered—soft brown with something unreadable in them, like she was in on a joke you didn’t know the punchline to.

“just wanted to see who my new neighbor was,” she added, voice lighter now, like it wasn’t meant to be taken too seriously. but her gaze lingered a second too long.

you didn’t know what to say. your heart felt like it was tapping against your ribs in morse code, and all you could think was: she definitely knows. she knows you’re flustered. and worse—she’s enjoying it.

“well,” she said after a moment, starting to head back toward her door. “if you ever need anything… sugar, coffee, advice on what not to do when you move into this neighborhood… my window’s right across from yours.”

she glanced over her shoulder before disappearing inside. the way she spoke made your skin prickle.

the door clicked shut behind her, and the street felt too quiet again.

you stood there for a few more seconds, staring at the spot where she’d just been. your thoughts were all scrambled, your skin warm in places you didn’t expect. when you finally walked back home, it wasn’t the wind chimes or the glowing porches that played over and over in your mind.

it was her voice. her eyes. that tiny shift in her smile.

when you got to your room and sat at your desk, the first thing you did was glance out the window. her house was right there—lit softly, curtains pulled halfway open.

you had a feeling she’d done that on purpose.

—

it was past 1 a.m. when you finally gave up on sleeping.

your room was too quiet, too still—so quiet that the hum of your desk lamp felt loud, and the occasional creak of the old house settling made your heart skip. you had tossed and turned for what felt like hours, the sheets kicked halfway off your bed and twisted around your legs, your body hot even though the night air was cool. it wasn’t just restlessness. it was her. jang wonyoung, with that effortless, amused smile and the voice that had lingered in your head like a song you couldn’t stop replaying.

you hadn’t stopped thinking about the way she looked at you. like she already knew.

you sat down at your desk with the sketchbook open in front of you and tried to focus, fingers absentmindedly tapping the pencil against the paper. nothing came out. your brain felt blank and loud at the same time, full of static and unfinished thoughts. you tried drawing something—anything—but your hand felt disconnected from your mind. every half-drawn line turned into nonsense, and eventually you just dropped the pencil, slouching forward with your chin resting on your palm.

the street outside was silent. only the faint glow of streetlights spilled in through your half-open blinds, painting long shadows across the floor. your window faced directly across to hers—wonyoung’s—and for some reason, your eyes drifted to it more than once. it was automatic now. muscle memory. some stupid part of you hoping to see her again.

you almost missed it when her light turned on.

your eyes snapped up the second the soft yellow glow spilled into her room, faint behind gauzy curtains. she hadn’t drawn them completely shut. not this time. just enough to veil the edges, but not enough to hide what was inside.

wonyoung was there—standing near her bed, framed in that soft amber light, her back slightly turned as she reached up to twist her hair out of the clip. it fell down over her shoulders, silky and loose, and she shook it out with a lazy motion, like she was alone and comfortable. her shirt was oversized again, slipping down over one shoulder. she looked casual. intimate. like something out of a dream you didn’t realize you were already having.

you leaned forward, slowly, as if moving too fast would break the moment. your heart had already started to pick up its pace. you told yourself you’d just glance. just a second. you weren’t even sure if she could see you—the light from your desk was low, your silhouette faint against the dim backdrop of your room.

but then she turned..

toward you.

it was subtle. she didn’t startle. didn’t flinch. she just stood there for a moment, her head tilted slightly to the side as if she was confirming something. and then—there it was. a smile, slow. sly. like she was enjoying an inside joke and you were just now catching on.

her fingers reached for the hem of her shirt. she didn’t hesitate—not even for a second. she began to lift it, slowly, inch by inch, revealing a smooth stretch of skin from her hips to her ribs. her stomach was flat, soft lines visible in the warm lighting. she peeled the shirt over her chest and then up over her arms, letting it fall carelessly to the floor beside her.

she was wearing a pale pink bra, delicate and barely-there, the cups sheer with a small bow in the center. it looked like something meant to be taken off. like it was worn for someone—not just for comfort. she turned slightly, enough to give you a better view. and when her hand ghosted over her stomach, brushing low toward the waistband of her shorts, you felt your whole body tense.

you should’ve looked away.

she sat down at the edge of her bed, one leg bent beneath her, the other stretched out. her fingers toyed with the drawstring of her shorts for a moment—lightly, teasingly—before slipping beneath the waistband. her eyes never left the window.

your mouth parted. your thighs squeezed together involuntarily. you could feel your pulse everywhere—in your chest, your fingertips, between your legs.

her brows knit together slightly as her hand moved lower. you watched the shift in her posture—the way her back arched the faintest bit, how her chest rose and fell more slowly. her lips parted with a soft, barely-there sigh. even without hearing it, you could see it. she wasn’t putting on a show. not exactly. it was real. it was happening. and yet every single motion was intentional. languid. teasing.

your skin felt flushed, the heat spreading beneath your shirt and over the back of your neck. the weight of what you were seeing pressed down on you like a secret you weren’t supposed to know. your breath had shortened without you noticing, coming out in shallow little bursts as you watched her slip deeper into herself.

she shifted slightly again, her thighs spreading just a little wider as her hand moved slower now, deeper. her body responded in soft, subtle ways—shoulders tightening, lips twitching, her head tipping back just enough to show the pale line of her throat. and still… still… her eyes would flick back to you.

you sat frozen, one hand gripping the edge of the desk until your knuckles ached. it wasn’t just that she was doing it. it was that she wanted you to see. she was showing you what you couldn’t have. and you hated how badly you wanted more.

she moved her other hand to her chest, fingers trailing lightly over her ribs, then cupping one breast. she arched into her own touch. your entire body was practically buzzing with tension now, every nerve ending alight. your legs pressed tightly together under the desk, trying to control something you’d already lost the moment her shirt came off.

and then—like she was satisfied—she stopped.

slowly, casually, she pulled her hand from her shorts and stood up, adjusting her hair again as if nothing had happened. she reached for the lamp beside her bed and turned it off, casting her room into shadow. your window reflected your own stunned face now, your eyes wide and your mouth slightly open.

wonyoung was gone, and you were left there with your mouth hanging open, feeling your throat go completely dry. and you were left there, alone, trembling, unsure if you’d imagined the entire thing.

but you knew you hadn’t. not with the way your skin was still burning. and with the ache between your legs that wasn’t going away. and definitely not with the image of her—flushed, smug, glowing—seared into your brain like a brand.

she saw you. she wanted you to see. and now you had no idea what to do with yourself.

—

you didn’t sleep.

you tried. god, you tried. you laid in bed after the light went out in her room, heart still racing, body burning with a heat that refused to go away. you kicked off the covers, pulled them back on, turned over again and again until your sheets were a mess and your thighs were sore from how tense you’d kept them. everything smelled like warm fabric and skin, and your mind kept looping that image of her—half-undressed, glowing in soft amber light, fingers buried in her shorts, staring right at you. by the time the sun began to rise, painting your walls in streaks of pale yellow and soft gold, you still hadn’t closed your eyes.

you had no idea what you were going to say. all you knew was that you couldn’t not say something.

you didn’t bother getting properly dressed. the moment the neighborhood started to stir—quiet footsteps, car doors, the sound of someone rolling their trash bin down the driveway—you were out of your room, slipping into a hoodie and shorts that probably didn’t match. your face felt warm, eyes still puffy from exhaustion, but the adrenaline was already kicking in. your body was moving before your mind had fully caught up, crossing the street on autopilot with your heart beating so hard it echoed in your ears. each step felt heavier the closer you got to her front porch, like your legs were trying to stop you but your body refused to listen. you reached her door and raised your fist before you could change your mind, knocking once, twice, three times—sharp and fast, like you were daring her not to answer.

you didn’t have to wait long.

the door swung open after only a few seconds, and there she was—jang wonyoung, in the flesh, standing barefoot in her doorway in nothing but a fitted tank top and soft, loose pajama shorts. her hair was a little messy, like she’d just rolled out of bed, and her skin still carried the dewy glow of sleep. for a moment, you were hit with the worst kind of déjà vu—because the light behind her was almost the same as the night before, and so was the way she looked at you. calm. curious. amused. like you hadn’t caught her doing something unthinkable last night. like you were the one interrupting her peace.

her lips curled upward slightly, and she tilted her head just a little. “morning.”

you stared at her, your chest already tight, fingers curled into fists at your sides. “what the fuck was that?”

she raised an eyebrow, but didn’t flinch. didn’t even pretend to be confused. instead, she leaned her shoulder against the doorframe and blinked slowly, like she was savoring the moment. “what was what?”

you felt the heat rise to your cheeks, not from embarrassment, but from how infuriatingly calm she was. you didn’t expect her to be flustered—but you also didn’t expect her to look at you like this, like you were a fly caught in her web and she was already spinning the next layer. “you know what. last night. your window. you—” your voice caught for a second, mouth suddenly too dry to say it out loud. “you knew i could see you.”

wonyoung’s smile widened slightly. her eyes drifted over your face, then down your frame like she was taking her time cataloguing your reactions. you didn’t miss the way her gaze paused at your mouth, at the pulse ticking in your throat. “i did,” she said simply.

your stomach flipped. she said it like it was nothing. like you’d just asked her what time it was, and she’d answered without hesitation. your fingers twitched, the tension building inside your body like pressure behind a dam. “why?”

she didn’t respond at first. instead, she pushed the door open a little wider and stepped back. “come inside.”

you hesitated, feet still planted on the porch, your brain suddenly very aware that you were standing in front of her in nothing but your hoodie and bare legs. she didn’t press you. just looked at you with that same expression—neutral, expectant, patient in a way that somehow made it worse. you stepped inside before you could second-guess it, and she closed the door behind you with a soft click that felt way too loud in the stillness of her entryway.

her house smelled faintly of vanilla and something floral, something clean and soft, like fresh linen and warm skin. you stood awkwardly in her hallway while she padded a few steps ahead, glancing over her shoulder like she was waiting to see if you’d follow. sunlight filtered through her living room window, washing the room in soft morning light, and you caught a glimpse of her phone on the coffee table, a half-full glass of water beside it.

“you want to know why?” she asked, finally turning to face you again. her voice was quieter now, like the words weren’t meant to echo.

you nodded, your throat tight.

wonyoung stepped closer, slowly, like she was giving you time to run if you wanted to. but you didn’t move. you just watched her, watched the way her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked up at you, her bare feet silent against the wood floor. when she finally stopped in front of you, she was so close you could smell the faint trace of her body lotion, the warmth of her skin, the sweetness of her breath.

“because,” she said, her voice low and deliberate, “you look at me like you want to fuck me every time you think i’m not watching.”

you flinched. the words hit like a slap—not because they were vulgar, but because they were true. completely, utterly true. you felt them in your spine, in your stomach, in the sudden spike of arousal that pulsed through your core like a warning siren. she didn’t blink. didn’t back down. her hand lifted, fingers brushing against the hem of your hoodie, not quite touching—hovering.

“so i gave you something to look at.”

your mouth parted. your breath came out shallow. your brain was short-circuiting—half shame, half desire, all tangled into a knot that sat heavy in your chest. you didn’t know what you were supposed to say. what you could say. because she was right. she had been right from the beginning. you did want her. and she knew it.

“you don’t have to pretend,” she whispered, almost kindly. “i don’t mind.”

your heart was pounding so loudly you were scared she could hear it. the way she looked at you was unbearable—like she was reading your every thought before you could finish thinking it. her fingers grazed the fabric of your sleeve, light and teasing, and her voice dropped even lower.

“but if you really want to talk about last night… we should probably continue this somewhere a little more comfortable.”

—

the hallway felt longer this time. it wasn’t, not really, but every step you took behind her made your skin tighten like it was shrinking. wonyoung walked slowly, her hips swaying gently with each step, bare feet soft against the floor, tank top clinging to her back like a second skin. you couldn’t stop looking at her—even though your chest was tight, even though your throat was dry and your heartbeat pounded too loud in your ears. the world outside her house had shrunk to this moment, this silence, this unbearable thrum of anticipation that grew with each breath.

her room looked exactly as you’d remembered it from the window. golden light poured in through the curtains, warming the white bedsheets and catching against her mirror. the bed was unmade, a slight dip in the center where she’d been lying earlier, and the air smelled like vanilla and something floral—like her skin after a shower. your mouth felt dry. you didn’t know where to stand, or what to do, or how to be around her when she turned back toward you, eyes calm and sure like she hadn’t just pulled the floor out from under your feet last night.

she reached for the hem of your hoodie and slowly pushed it off your shoulders. her touch was gentle, but intentional—hands skimming your arms, eyes never leaving yours as she let the fabric fall behind you. your skin prickled with awareness, goosebumps rising despite the warmth of the room. when her fingers grazed your collarbone, your breath hitched. she seemed to notice. her hand paused there, then slid down, knuckles brushing the curve of your chest through your shirt.

the tension thickened, suspended in the silence between you. her touch was so light it was maddening—barely there, just a ghost of pressure—but it made your stomach twist, made heat bloom low and deep inside you. she was watching your reaction closely, eyes flicking from your face to your neck to your trembling fingers.

you didn’t even notice she was walking you backward until your knees touched the edge of her bed. she pushed gently, and your body folded like paper. the mattress dipped under your weight, and she didn’t hesitate—she climbed on top, one leg swinging over your hips, her bare thighs bracketing your body, her palms planted on either side of your head. her hair tickled your cheeks. she smelled like jasmine and sugar and sleep.

she didn’t speak. she didn’t need to.

her mouth found yours, and everything else dissolved. she kissed you like she already knew what you liked—deep, slow, indulgent. her tongue slid against yours in lazy strokes, lips soft but firm, head tilted to slot against you perfectly. you couldn’t help the way you gasped, fingers curling into the sheets when she rolled her hips once, just enough to make you feel her heat against your stomach. it was dizzying—how much control she had over her own body, how precise her movements were, how every shift of her weight made you ache harder.

she pulled away without warning, lips swollen, her breath brushing your jaw as she moved down. her hands slipped beneath your shirt and pushed it up, revealing inch by inch of your stomach. she didn’t rush. she pressed kisses to your ribs, your waist, the spot just beneath your navel, her breath hot against your skin. you felt your muscles twitch under her mouth, heat pooling between your legs so fast it made your head spin.

she removed your shorts next. slow. methodical. her fingers hooked into the waistband and tugged them down your legs along with your underwear, her eyes following the motion like she was memorizing the way your skin revealed itself to her. you could feel how wet you were—your thighs sticky, your cunt throbbing, your whole body on fire from the tension she built with nothing but her presence.

she lowered herself between your legs like she belonged there. she kissed the inside of your knee first, then lower, her lips brushing the softest skin with agonizing care. she held your thighs open with her hands, thumbs pressing gently into the curve of your hips, keeping you still.

you were already shaking when her mouth got close.

her breath was warm when it hit you, and you flinched—not from fear, but from the raw sensitivity that pulsed through your core. she didn’t touch you right away. she just stayed there, close enough that you could feel her exhale against your folds, her lips brushing you once, barely. your hips lifted instinctively, needing something, but her grip tightened, keeping you grounded.

when she finally dragged her tongue up the length of your pussy—slow, steady, hot—you gasped so hard your lungs burned. her mouth moved like she’d waited for this, like she wanted to savor every part of you. her tongue circled your clit once, soft and teasing, then again, firmer. you moaned, hands reaching for her hair before you remembered she hadn’t given you permission to touch. they hovered in the air for a second, then dropped uselessly to your sides, gripping the sheets instead.

she licked you like she had nowhere else to be. long, deep strokes that made your hips twitch. she flattened her tongue against you, then sucked gently, then used the tip to trace slow, infuriating shapes that made your thighs tremble. you didn’t know what sounds you were making anymore—gasps, moans, broken little whines—but she heard them all. and each one seemed to encourage her.

her fingers joined her mouth, slipping inside you with a smooth, practiced motion that made you arch off the bed. they curled just right, searching for that spot, and when she found it—god—your whole body lit up. your mouth dropped open, your eyes squeezed shut, and your moan came out wrecked and desperate. she fucked you slow at first, letting you feel every inch of her, her tongue never leaving your clit.

you couldn’t hold still. your hips rolled helplessly against her hand, chasing friction, and her free hand pressed flat against your stomach, grounding you. the pressure made it worse—in the best way. every stroke of her fingers sent sparks up your spine. your legs were shaking, your skin sticky with sweat, and the coil in your stomach was winding tighter with each second.

when you finally came, it hit like a wave crashing all at once. you cried out, high and hoarse, your hips lifting off the bed as your cunt clenched around her fingers. she didn’t stop. her mouth stayed on you, licking through your orgasm, drinking every twitch and gasp and whimper you gave her.

your body trembled violently beneath her, and still—still—she kept going.

your hands scrambled for her wrist, your voice breaking as you gasped her name, the overstimulation sending sparks up your spine. but she didn’t stop. she slowed only slightly, her tongue more deliberate now, her fingers dragging through your dripping heat as you whimpered and begged under your breath. your vision blurred. your body pulsed, overstretched, overfilled. your legs kicked weakly. she held them open.

another orgasm built, uninvited and sharp, and you choked on a sob as it hit you—fast, brutal, your body thrashing under her mouth. you were crying by then, soft tears slipping down your cheeks, not from pain but from the rawness of it, the sheer intensity of pleasure. your fingers finally found her hair, clinging to her like an anchor, but she just moaned softly against your cunt like she was proud of you.

when she finally pulled away, her chin and lips glistened with your slick. her eyes were half-lidded, pupils blown wide, and her skin flushed with satisfaction. she climbed up your body, slow and heavy, and you let her—limp, spent, broken in the most beautiful way. she pressed a kiss to your cheek, then your jaw, then your collarbone.

you were still panting when she finally whispered against your ear. “i told you,” she murmured, breath hot. “we’re just getting started.”

after that, you don’t remember how long you laid there—limp and flushed against her sheets, your legs still trembling slightly from the last orgasm she tore out of you. your brain wasn’t keeping time anymore. the air in her bedroom had turned heavy, the sunlight spilling through the curtains now thick like honey, drenching your skin in gold. everything smelled like her. her lotion. her sweat. you—sweet and wet and ruined. your thighs still felt sticky with it, your body worn down to nothing but sensation.

wonyoung hadn’t said much since then. she’d kissed your cheek. stroked your side. whispered something soft you didn’t catch because you were too far gone to hear it properly. she didn’t need to speak to be in control. she just existed, and your body answered like it was wired to hers.

she was still above you, kneeling on the mattress between your legs, hair falling around her shoulders, chest rising and falling slow and steady like she hadn’t just made you fall apart twice in a row. she looked flushed and gorgeous and entirely untouched, as if she’d barely broken a sweat while your body had completely unraveled under her mouth.

you were still catching your breath when her hand slid back down your stomach.

you tensed slightly, your thighs twitching open, and she smiled like she could read the exact panic and desire crawling under your skin. her fingers dipped between your legs, slow, slick gliding through the mess she’d already made of you, and you shuddered violently. you were hypersensitive, your nerves still sparking like exposed wires, and yet—your body ached for more. it wasn’t fair, how badly you wanted it. wanted her. again. already.

“you can take it,” she murmured, voice low and knowing, like a lullaby with teeth. “you will.”

you whimpered when her fingers pressed against your clit—soft, then firmer, rubbing gentle circles that had you writhing almost immediately. she leaned down, tongue dragging over your chest again, warm and wet as her mouth wrapped around your nipple. your back arched into her, arms thrown over your head like you’d given up the fight. your body was hers now, and you both knew it.

she worked you slowly at first, building you back up with painstaking care. every flick of her fingers, every kiss to your neck, every low hum against your skin—it all made you feel like she was sculpting something. like she was carving you open just to see what was inside. she whispered things sometimes, barely audible, right against your ear. words like, you sound so pretty when you beg and i want to see you cry again. they made you clench around nothing. they made you ache. and then, without warning, she moved up.

her hands gripped your wrists, guiding them down to the mattress beside you. you were dazed, hazy with pleasure, barely aware of her body shifting until she was straddling your face.

your eyes widened.

her pussy hovered above your mouth—dripping, flushed, her thighs glistening with sweat. she hadn’t touched herself once. all of this, all of you, and she was still this wet. you could barely think straight as she lowered herself, slowly, deliberately, her hand gripping the headboard, the other tangled gently in your hair. she paused just before contact, her voice like silk and smoke.

“open.” and your lips parted automatically, a decision made in a split second.

when she sat down fully on your face, everything else ceased to exist. her taste, her heat, the weight of her—all of her—pressed into your tongue like she belonged there. you moaned into her, your hands flying to her thighs instinctively, gripping her soft skin like it was the only thing tethering you to reality. she rolled her hips once, her cunt dragging across your mouth, and your brain just blanked.

she started moving slowly—grinding into your face in lazy, controlled motions, her breath hitching the first time your tongue slipped between her folds and curled upward. she gasped, then let out a long, shaky sigh that you swore you felt in your bones.

“fuck, baby…” she whispered, almost breathless for the first time. “just like that.”

you licked her like you were starving. like it was the only thing that mattered. your tongue moved in tight circles, then flattened out, then traced her slit, back and forth, over and over. her taste coated your mouth—sweet, musky, addictive—and you didn’t want to breathe if it meant stopping. her hands gripped the headboard tighter, knuckles white, and her thighs began to tremble on either side of your face. she moaned now—open, desperate sounds that echoed through the room—and when her hips began to move faster, you knew she was close.

“don’t stop,” she panted, and you didn’t. even when your jaw ached. even when your lungs burned. even when your vision blurred.

you felt her come like a tidal wave.

her thighs clamped around your head, her hips jerking forward once, twice, her pussy grinding down against your tongue as she cried out—high and sharp, like she hadn’t expected it to hit that hard. she kept moving, chasing every aftershock, gasping your name like it hurt to say it. her legs shook. her whole body quivered above you, and still, you didn’t stop. not until her grip loosened. not until she collapsed forward onto her arms, breath coming out in broken, hitched whimpers.

she eventually slid off you with a shaky sigh, collapsing beside you on the bed, her body flushed and glowing, lips parted. she looked at you then—really looked at you—and something shifted in her eyes. something softer. gentler. she leaned in, her hand cupping your cheek, thumb brushing the edge of your swollen mouth.

“you’re mine now,” she whispered, almost tender. “aren’t you?” you nodded, breathless. dazed. hers.

she smiled—slow and satisfied—and then she leaned in again, her lips brushing your ear, her voice barely a whisper.

“and i’m just the girl next door.”

[pupyuj]

dude I've been thinking of g!pwonyoung who is submissive and will literally do anything to fuck you, and would call you mommy typa shi🙏 and she's such a beggar like she would al say please just to get what she wants

g!p sub top mommy's girl wony my favorite thing ever !! oh i love it when you guys know just what to send in my inbox 😍😍

[cw: g!p wonyoung.]

one of the rare times wony would deliberately want to embarrass herself over and over again bcs she can’t get enough of you 🥺 you get your way with her every time bcs she never complains and it was heaven for both of you! 🤭 tell her to do ANYTHING and she'd be on it asap—the goodest of all good girls in the world and she loves it when you make it known to her 🥰🥰

wony definitely goes straight to you after a long day at work! even if you're occupied she would be allll over you, hugging you from behind while whining so cutely in your ear just to get noticed... but even if you took like, fifteen minutes to finally pay attention to her, wony would never touch you inappropriately without your permission! baby doesn't like seeing you mad... she doesn't love punishments too much either so she's as patient and innocent as they come! 🥺

and yes, she would call you "mommy"! wonyoung has such a big mommy kink it's so pathetic... she really just wants to be pampered and spoiled 💕💕 and what better way for you to do that than to take her cock after she asked so nicely? and she's totally a service top... sure, wony gets a little too lost in pleasure when she's fucking you bcs it just feels so unbelievably good to be inside you but at the end of the day, you're her world so making you feel even better than what she was feeling is always her mission! 😳💞

wonyoung is so smart too... she knows every weak spot of yours, knows what exactly drives you crazy, knows what makes you want more... and she exploits all of that bcs she loves you so much and always wants to give you the best time ever when you're with her 🥰 and she doesn't have to ask for praises bcs you're always giving them to her! it astounds her how you can speak while fucking bcs she can barely get a single word out!

there you are, getting fucked so good your brain was going haywire and yet you can still grab wony's jaw, pull her close, and tell her how amazing she was making mommy feel right up against her lips... that was always what made wony cum... but that's okay bcs she has a lot of energy to spare that all for you and you only 😵‍💫

[katnipp]

suit up for love— jang wonyoung

genre: FLUFFFF

synopsis: y/n is the school’s pink bear mascot, bellygom. wonyoung, the bratty cheer captain and daughter of the coach, loves teasing y/n. together, they turn mascot mishaps into sweet, playful moments full of love

—

you never meant to become bellygom.

seriously, you were just trying to keep your head down, make it through high school without becoming the laughing stock. and then your best friend dared you to try out for mascot. you figured it was a joke — walk into the gym, wave your arms around a little, and then walk back out.

except you did the arm wave a little too enthusiastically. and coach jang — who was terrifyingly sharp-eyed for a man who drank five black coffees before 8 a.m. — said, “that’s it. that’s the spirit. you’re hired.”

“what?”

“welcome to the team, bellygom. you start friday.”

and that’s how you found yourself in a pink bear suit, melting from the inside out, while flapping your paws at the student section.

you hated how good you got at it.

you hated it even more that your girlfriend — jang wonyoung, head cheerleader, coach’s daughter, annoying menace — loved it.

—

the gym thumped with the squad’s practice music as the cheer team rehearsed their routine. there, in the middle of it all, was bellygom — the pink bear mascot, aka you. inside the suit, your paws were big and clumsy, your head heavy, and every little movement felt like wading through clouds of cotton candy.

wonyoung, the bratty cheer captain and your girlfriend, lounged on the bleachers with a devilish grin. the coach — wonyoung’s dad — blew his whistle, eyes sharp, but all your attention was on wonyoung’s teasing smile.

“hey, pink bear,” she called out, voice dripping with mock innocence. “trying to keep up, or just hiding from me?”

you flailed your paws wildly, waving like a dizzy butterfly caught in a storm, your big pink paws all over the place.

“stop it, you’re making me drop the mascot head!” you thought frantically, wobbling side to side, trying to look like you were dancing instead of flailing.

wonyoung giggled, eyes sparkling with bratty delight. she stepped closer, puckering her lips.

and just like every time, your paws shot up in a panicked frenzy — a pink bear tornado of flails — before you wobbled away, tumbling behind the bleachers to escape her dangerous flirting.

“ugh, pink bear, come back!” wonyoung teased, arms crossed, smirking like she’d just won a battle.

the coach’s whistle cut through the air.

“wonyoung, you better keep your paws to yourself, or no practice tomorrow!” her dad warned, but wonyoung just stuck out her tongue at him.

after bribing bellygom with gummy bears, you returned, pink fluff bouncing as you tried to stay composed.

the routine restarted, but your mascot paws betrayed you again, slipping during a spin.

wonyoung burst out laughing. “oh my god, you’re the cutest disaster ever.”

then, like a thief in the night, she slipped behind bellygom and pressed a bold kiss right through the plush cheek.

you froze — paws flailing again like you were trying to swat invisible bees — before the whistle blew sharply.

“sidelines, both of you!” coach dad barked, half amused, half exasperated.

wonyoung grinned. “totally worth it.”

on the bench, bellygom huffed inside the heavy suit, paws fluttering nervously.

wonyoung pulled out her phone, showing you videos she’d sneakily recorded — of your adorable mascot dances, the wild flailing, the shy twirls, and the ridiculous belly shake.

“my talented gf kills it,” she captioned, tagging the whole school.

you groaned softly, muffled, but secretly your heart was bursting.

then came wonyoung’s favorite game: the fake argument.

she plopped beside you, loud enough for everyone.

“who’s luckier? me! i get to date the cutest, most dramatic pink bear mascot ever.”

you tried to mime a firm “no way,” but your paws just flailed in a confusing flurry that made everyone laugh.

“please,” wonyoung teased, tugging your paw. “you run away every time i flirt, but you always come back. that’s true love.”

leaning close, she whispered, “game, set, match.”

then kissed bellygom again through the plush cheek.

coach dad rolled his eyes but smiled, watching the chaos unfold.

⸻

the big pep game was in full swing. the gym was packed, the crowd buzzing with excitement. banners waved, drums beat, and the cheer squad’s energy was electric.

bellygom waddled onto the court, waving clumsily to the roaring crowd, paws flapping like giant pink wings.

wonyoung was front and center, leading cheers with her bright smile and bratty sass. she spotted bellygom immediately, eyes lighting up with mischief.

“hey, pink bear!” she called, loud enough for the whole gym. “try not to trip over your own paws today, okay?”

you flailed wildly again, trying to keep your balance, the oversized paws making everything ten times harder.

“wow, someone’s extra nervous today,” wonyoung teased, strutting over and stealing one of bellygom’s paws in hers.

you tried to pull away, but it looked like a goofy dance.

wonyoung leaned in close, whispering, “you’re so cute when you panic.”

then she gave your paw a playful squeeze and spun you slowly, making you stumble in the suit. the crowd cheered louder at the mascot’s goofy antics.

“hey!” you muffled, but your flailing paws gave away your laughter.

during a break in the game, wonyoung pulled out her phone and filmed you doing your best mascot dance.

“look at my talented gf killing it,” she shouted, posting it live with a bratty wink.

then she kissed bellygom’s fluffy cheek right there in front of everyone.

the crowd “awww”-ed, and you blushed under the suit.

wonyoung smirked. “who’s the lucky one now, huh?”

you flailed your paws again in a dramatic “no way” but then pulled her into a big, clumsy mascot hug.

the pep game roared on, but to you and wonyoung, the whole gym felt like your own little world — full of laughter, teasing, and pink bear love.

⸻

later, after practice, sitting on the empty bleachers, wonyoung poked your fluffy belly.

“so, pink bear, practice tomorrow? maybe we ditch early?”

you nodded eagerly, paws waving in agreement.

“only if you promise no running away when i flirt.”

you took her hand, squeezing gently.

“deal.”

because even when you’re a clumsy, flailing pink bear mascot, bratty wonyoung makes you feel like the luckiest, happiest girl alive.

—

[yujinnieswifeu]

DomG!p Wonyoung(Big dick Wonyyy) 🙏 Sub femreader

You invite her to your house and when she realizes that your parents are not home she 'attacks' you (Wony taking advantage of her innocent best friend 💔💕)

Pairings: sub!fem reader x g!p dom!wonyoung

Warnings: lots of smuttt, dubcon? (I think it is, if it isn’t, please help i’m new to this😭), wony has a dick, red flag wony towards the end, a bit of manipulation (again, i’m not rlly sure but i think so??)

a/n: guyss, oml someone teach me how to write it short cause i always write it so long, i just dk how to, this one might be my longest one yet!! Also, i’m gg to change my italics for the thoughts and exaggeration hehe. Anyws, i kinda enjoyed writing this, thanks for the ask anon! And hope you like it too! <3

It was near the exams, and being smart, you did not really need help with studying, but your best friend Wonyoung told you she needed. She had asked you for help a few weeks back and so you two scheduled to meet up regularly so that you could teach her. Usually, you two would go to the library to study, but recently, she wanted it to be more private, telling you that she could not concentrate in the library and there were still distractions.

So you two decided to study at either of your houses instead, and that was when Wonyoung knew she had to step up her game. From a few years back, when you two had become friends, Wonyoung had always found you amusing. She did not know why, but when you started becoming close, you would always touch her unconsciously, such as her thighs, even sitting on her lap sometimes. It would make Wonyoung hard, and even when you felt the bulge in her pants, and asked her about it, she would tell you that it was just her pubic bone and gosh, you believed her.

She figured that either you were just too dumb or too innocent, or maybe both, to even realise it was something else. It made her jerk off after you leave every time, to the thought of ruining your innocence, wrapping her cock that was twitching around her fingers and imagining that it was your mouth, the thought of seeing you cry as you take her big dick down your throat, telling her it was too much was making her go feral, and she would come like this right after, moaning your name. Gosh, she could not wait to ruin you.

It was going to be 4 when Wonyoung would come to your house to study, and for some reason you were getting nervous. It was the first time that you two studied alone without your parents so maybe that was why? But she was your best friend, you should not be nervous, so why were you feeling this way? The thought of how Wonyoung has been acting recently crosses your mind, she has been touchy with you, which was fine, but sometimes it left you wet down there, and you did not understand that. Ding ding. Suddenly, the sound of your doorbell started ringing, making you step out of your thoughts and alerting you that Wonyoung was probably waiting outside of your door.

You quickly went out of your bedroom, and to the living room as you opened the door for her. “Hey bestie!” She greets you and you gave her a hug, as usual, before ushering her in. “Do you want any drinks?” You had asked, seeing her as she scans the room. “Water is fine. Say y/n, your parents aren’t home today?” Her brow was raised as she looks at you, and you nodded your head, pouring her a glass of water as you two walked into your bedroom, she had placed her bag on your chair at your desk, before lying down on your bed, something that you two were comfortable enough to do at each other’s houses.

“Mhm, they aren’t, my mom and dad actually is overseas right now on their honeymoon.” You replied, placing the mug down on the small table that you had taken out, since you two would be studying, or so you thought. “Oh, that’s nice. Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” She sat up now, looking at your direction. Behind her eyes, she was thinking of how to ruin you, since whenever you two would study, there would be people around, now was her time.

“I guess i didn’t think it was important Wony.” You shrug your shoulders, looking at her as she settles next to you now, where the small study table was. “I see, well, that’s true, shall we start the studying now?” She says, flashing you a small grin that makes your cheeks flush slightly, her fingers tapping at your thigh. You didn’t even understand why she affects you this much, but you just nodded, brushing that thought away as you two started studying. Through the session, you found yourself shifting uncomfortably, Wonyoung had her hands on your thigh still, except it started inching near to where you felt the wetness. Sometimes when she talks, she gives you a flirtatious wink, or even say stuff that makes you red.

“You okay y/n? You seem a little red.” She tilts her head, and you nod your head. “Y-yeah, maybe it’s just hot in this room.” You answer meekly, your breath hitching when she slides her hand at your inner thigh, giving the flesh there a soft squeeze. It makes your breathing hitch, wondering if this was normal between best friends, and why you were feeling this way. “Hm, you sure? You seem…a little uncomfortable.” She finishes her sentence, now closing the gap between you two as her fingers lies directly on your core. It makes you let out a small moan, and she bites her bottom lip to not let out the groan she is dying to. “W-wait Wonyoung, what are you doing?” You gasped instead, feeling her rub her fingers at your wetness that has you whimpering, but not stopping her because why does it feel good?

“Hm, you don’t want this? But i want this, i wanted this for so long now.” She whispers against your ear, feeling her fingers press against your bundle of nerves. “Nmmmp, n-no Wony, i-it’s just..we’re best friends, this looks wrong.” You could hear her sighing, removing her fingers from your buzzing core instead and you almost whimper. “Is this what best friends do? Gosh y/n, you have been teasing me every single time when we’re together, sitting on my lap, placing your hand on my thigh, and i even caught you staring at my lips sometimes, you really think of me just as your best friend?” She pushes her hair back with her fingers frustratingly, giving you a look of annoyance that makes you throb. It was true, when she said you had stared at her lips, they just looked so kissable at that moment, and you may have thought how it would feel, her lips on yours.

Why was she affecting you so much anyway? Why were you feeling all hot and bothered when she just did that when you should be worried about it instead. “Unnie…i-i’m just confused, i…i’m not sure why.” You say honestly, and Wonyoung bites her lip, gosh did you look so cute all lost like that. It just makes her want to ruin you even more. “Do you want me to help you with your confusion?” She inches closer again, her thumb brushing your cheek as she makes you look at her. “Yes p-please.” You could feel your cheeks heat up, eyes locked on hers and she leans in, kissing you with hunger.

You try to return the kiss, moaning softly against her lips as you feel her fingers trace down your back, your hands were awkwardly at your lap, clenching at your own skirt as you two made out. She pulls away, her tongue licking at your bottom lip teasingly. It just made you feel the throb between your legs, and you did not understand why. “Wony..” You whined, and she smiled, the nickname rolls off your tongue so easily, it makes her heart swell sometimes. “Yes y/n/n (your nickname)?” She bit her bottom lip now, her eyes shows feigned concern, knowing what you were going to ask her. You were just that innocent weren’t you?

“I-i have this feeling…between my legs, and it’s uncomfortable.” You continue to whine your frustrations out, and Wonyoung only smirks, her plan was working, so well in fact. “You want me to help you with that then?” Her fingers draw circles on your back, and you nodded your head shyly. She stood up, asking you to sit on the edge of the bed and you did just that. “You know…i’m feeling that way too right now, can you help me with that first baby?” She tilts her head, her fingers palming at her own crotch over her skirt as she stands over you, and that was when you realise that she had something sticking out. You could feel your heart race, realising it was what you think it was.

“Y-you..have a dick?” You blurted out, feeling your cheeks flush at the “d” word that felt crude to you, yes you learnt that during science class, you knew what it was and why does it stand up, you just did not know that it was possible for a girl to have one. Regardless, it was making you feel even more wetter down south, and you couldn’t hide how much it was affecting you as you shift on the bed. “Yes i have one, but you like it don’t you?” You only whimper, rubbing your thighs together instead. She sees this, feeling her cock throb uncomfortably. “Gosh, you make me so hard again, just like that time.” She groans, removing her skirt and her panties, and you watch as it slaps against her pelvis, your eyes widened at the size, and it has you squirming on the bed.

“You think you can help me with this y/n/n?” She looks down at you, her fingers stroking her hard on with a pout on her face. You weren’t sure how to help so you just nodded your head, feeling her tap her tip on your lips. “Open your mouth for me.” She huskily says, and you part your lips, feeling her rock her hips slowly as she fucks into your mouth.

You could feel the throbbing between your legs only intensifies as you let her pleasure herself with your mouth. She starts to rock her hips faster, her cock only goes halfway down your throat as you start to choke, trying to free yourself as it starts to get harder to breath, Wonyoung just abusing your mouth instead. She has wanted this for so long, no way would she miss the opportunity to see you struggle to take her cock around your mouth, watching your tears roll down your cheeks as she continues to fuck your mouth.

“F-fuck y/n/n, you’re taking me so well, you’re so good at this.” She moans, her eyes rolling slightly as she continues to fuck into your mouth, her left hand was wrapped around your hair like a hair tie, while the other was wiping your tears away. “You look so beautiful like this…you have no idea how l-long i’ve wanted this.” She moans out, before pulling her cock out, your drool mixed with her pre-cum now dripping down her red and swollen cock and down your thighs. You gasp, finally being able to breath, and you could not deny that it all felt oddly good to you, you could not explain it but she was only making you throb even more when she ignored your pleas to stop.

“How was that?” She places a finger under your chin, making you look up at her, your eyes still slightly teary and your lips puffy was making her dick painfully hard, as her other hand goes to stroke at her cock. “I-it felt good.” You could feel your cheeks flush, and she smirks, helping you to lie on the bed instead as she straddles your hips, her front pressed on yours. “I’m going to help you now okay y/n/n?” You nodded at her words, wanting her to just touch you at the area you needed her the most, to get rid of the feeling.

“P-please..” She did not need to hear another word from you, as she kissed you harshly, wasting no time to undress you, getting rid of your blouse and your bra before her fingers rubs at your nipples, feeling you moan into the kiss as she takes the opportunity to stick her tongue between your lips, exploring every inch of your mouth before pulling away. “Unnie please, it feels weird down there.” You whimper, and she coos at you, helping you out of your skirt as she sees a dark patch on your panties. She bites at her bottom lip, helping to take them off before she places it near her clothes (she def will use it to jerk it off later🤭). “You’re so wet, it’s because of me right?” She teases, and you could feel the hotness on your cheeks, as you nod your head shyly. She lowers down to your core, before blowing at it which has you whimpering. “P-please Wony?” You move your hips, wanting the throbbing feeling to dissipate as she teases at your core. She would make you beg the whole day if she could, but right now, she wanted this. No, she needs this, she needed to taste you.

She leans into your heat, her tongue flicking against your bundle of nerves repeatedly as you moan loudly, your eyes rolls back at the pleasure and you leg twitches slightly. Her fingers go up to your breasts as she stimulates them, moaning at your core. It makes a vibration feeling pass through your body, making you shiver. She continues to lick and suck at your bundle of nerves, and soon, you start to moan louder, the need to pee alarming you. “W-wait Wony!” You cry out, and she knows you’re close, her hands wraps around your thighs, locking you as she flicks faster against your clit, making you squirm desperately, trying to push her off as you fail, whimpering as you could feel yourself letting go, and the feeling goes away.

She pulls away now, and comes up to you, seeing that you had your hands on your face, cooing as her fingers brush in your scalp. “You just came baby, that’s all.” She says comfortingly, knowing it was your first time as she plants a kiss to your forehead. You removed your hands that was covering your face that was bright red, making her giggle. “Look down if you don’t believe me.” She whispers, and you look down, seeing that you had not peed, and you let out a sigh of relief.

“So..that’s cumming?” You asked, and she tried to hold back from smiling, the sight of you so innocent asking such a question makes you look so cute, and she just nod her head, humming in response. “Yes y/n/n, how did it feel?” She asks and you could feel yourself turning shy. “I-it felt good.” You squeaked out, and she bites her bottom lip. Gosh, she really has to ruin you now. “You want to feel good again? I can make it feel..so.much.better.” She emphasises her words, and you moan softly as her cock brushes between your folds. “B-but you’re so big, what if it doesn’t f-fit?” You stutter, your heart was racing quickly again, the rush of adrenaline through your body was making you all hot and bothered again.

“Then..i’ll make sure it does.” Wonyoung holds her cock, pushing it slowly past your hole. You were wet enough that her tip slides in easily, and you whimper at the feeling of being stretched. She only coos at you, her fingers brushing in your scalp comfortingly as she slowly thrust herself inside of you. You start to moan, the pain feeling subsiding and turning to pleasure as she continues to thrust in and out of your hole slowly.

She groans softly, looking down at your expression, your eyes crossing with pleasure and your lips part. Fuck, she really has ruined you, the once innocent y/n was now fucked dumb. The thought makes her thrust faster, still staring down as some drool slides down the edge of your lips, the pleasure was making you lose focus of your surroundings, all that was in your head was how good her cock was making you feel as it rubs along your walls.

She moans softly, her fingers go to stimulate your nipples, which makes you moan louder. The feeling of your walls closing around her cock makes her groan softly, feeling the need to come as she continues to drive inside of you faster. “I-i’m cumming Wony!” You cry out, the feeling of needing to pee comes back and you let go, your body spasms as you feel something wet comes out instead, and Wonyoung groans at the sight, you were squirting.

It makes Wonyoung pulls out her cock, asking you to open your mouth as she thrust back in, her other hand moves to rub at your bundle of nerves as she overstimulate you, feeling you moan around her cock as she stutters her hips, thrusting in all the way as she forces you to take all of her cum. You choke on her cock, trying to take every last drop before she pulls away, panting hard as she lies on the bed next to you, her fingers plays with your hair which now sticks to your face. “How was it?” She whispers, inching closer to you as you had a small pout on your face.

“I-i just peed didn’t i?” You whimper, now feeling ashamed and Wonyoung giggles instead. “I’m sorry i didn’t tell you, i might have lost control earlier. But no, it’s called squirting, and that was hot y/n/n.” She bites her bottom lip, now staring at your reaction which seemed to be red. Wonyoung was now certain it was more than just wanting to ruin you, after all, she has wondered if she ever liked you, which she can confirm she did now when she stares at you. She wants you to be hers, to only have your pussy stuffed with her cock, be her cumslut a-

“Wony…about us? What are we?” You asked, now realising what you two had done, this was not something best friends would do. “Before that..is it okay..if i stay over?” She asks, hoping you would say yes since your parents would not be home anytime soon. “Yes, you can Wony.” You answer shyly, and she smiles, answering your question. “We can discuss about that question of yours tomorrow then?” Wonyoung asks, her fingers playing at your hair comfortingly. Behind her smile and her eyes, she was scared of the outcome, but if she needs to get it through you, she would. She has decided she wants you to be her cum slut and she will make sure you become her perfect dirty whore.

[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 GOOD LUCK, BABE! jang wonyoung x reader

♪ ❝you can say it's just the way you are make a new excuse, another stupid reason❞ ⭢ moonstruck (read this first)

↳ warnings paranoia!yn,, yn from this fic, angst, fluff

if you asked both yn and wonyoung how well they remember the day they met, yn would probably say it’s a bit fuzzy, like a memory softened by time. wonyoung, though, she’d say she remembers it like it was just yesterday, like she remembers every day with yn.

funny how the one who never forgets is the reason they became something worth forgetting.

the girl next door, that’s what yn was. not to wonyoung, but to chaewon.

to chaewon, yn was the annoying next door neighbor. her exact words when she introduced yn to the rest of iz*one were, “this is my annoying next door neighbor, yn. she’s a trainee and producer at sm, along with these two other guys.”

wonyoung found it so impressive that someone as young as her was a producer and a trainee, it made her want to learn how it happened, she also couldn’t help but notice how pretty the girl was.

it was the way yn carried herself, the way she spoke, the way she looked effortless yet striking. and just like that, wonyoung had to know more.

yn tilted her head, watching the girl across from her talk animatedly with someone she knew as yujin. chaewon had banished her to sit with the two youngest members while the rest of the girls made food in the kitchen.

wonyoung. of course, yn knew of her, how could she not? and after their awkward introduction earlier, she was sure wonyoung knew of her too.

"I’m wonyoung," the center said with a bright smile. yn tried her best to return it.

"I know," yn said, tilting her head with a teasing grin. "chaewon unnie just said your name."

yn let out a small laugh, tilting her head to look at chaewon who raised a brow at them.

“so you and I are same age right?” yujin snapped yn out of her daze.

yn nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. “yeah, that’s what chaewon unnie said.”

the conversation carried on from there, flowing naturally between her, yujin, and wonyoung. yn was curious about idol life what it was like to debut, to have a fandom, to be recognized everywhere they went. yujin and wonyoung, in turn, were just as curious about her. being a trainee and a producer at sm, especially at such a young age, wasn’t exactly normal.

they asked how she balanced everything, how she handled the pressure, what her days even looked like.

yn, ever so casually, mentioned the boys wonbin and jay and that was when wonyoung’s interest seemed to shift. her questions became more direct, more personal. it wasn’t just about training anymore, she wanted to know about yn. what she liked, what she hated, what kind of music she was into.

there was something different in her tone, the way she leaned in slightly whenever yn spoke, eyes locked onto her like she didn’t want to miss a single word. it got to the point where it felt like it was only the two of them talking, the rest of the world fading into the background.

after that night, yujin was the one who reached out first. she wanted a friend her age, someone outside the idol world but still close enough to understand.

yn had no problem with that, hanging out with yujin was easy, fun, and natural. and just like that they became close, spending time together whenever their schedules allowed.

one afternoon, yujin invited yn over to the dorms. they ended up in yujin’s room, sprawled out on the bed, laughing over the dumbest things, teasing each other like they’d been friends forever. yn had stolen one of yujin’s plushies, holding it hostage while yujin tried (and failed) to take it back.

“give it back!” yujin whined, dramatically collapsing onto the bed.

“this is mine now,” yn said, squeezing the plushie tightly against her chest. “he told me he doesn’t like you anymore.”

yujin gasped, placing a hand over her heart. “betrayed… by my own plushie? how could you?”

yn burst into laughter, tossing the plushie back at her. “fine, fine. take him back,”

before yujin could respond, the door creaked open.

“yujin, our manager wants you for a—” wonyoung’s words cut off as she stepped inside, her eyes landing on the scene in front of her.

yn was lounging on yujin’s bed, her hair slightly messy from rolling around, one hand lazily pushing her bangs out of her face. her oversized deftones graphic tee had ridden up slightly, and she was absentmindedly tugging it higher, cropping it without thinking.

wonyoung stumbled over her words, blinking rapidly. “I—uh—”

yujin frowned. “what’s wrong with you?”

wonyoung quickly shook her head. “nothing, she wants you for a meeting.”

yujin sighed, pushing herself up. “of course she does. can’t let me have a single moment of peace.” she turned to yn, giving her a pointed look. “don’t do anything dumb while I’m gone.”

yn raised her arms in mock defense. “I’m innocent.”

“sure you are.” yujin rolled her eyes before glancing back at wonyoung. “keep her company.”

wonyoung nodded, stepping further inside as yujin left the room. there was a brief moment of silence before yn smirked, tilting her head.

“so,” she drawled, “didn’t expect to see me here?”

wonyoung cleared her throat, crossing her arms. “why would I care if you’re here?”

yn chuckled, shifting so she was sitting up properly. “no reason. you just looked… surprised, that’s all.”

wonyoung scoffed. “you’re imagining things.”

“am I?” yn teased, leaning in slightly. “you’ve been looking at me a lot, y’know.”

wonyoung rolled her eyes but didn’t deny it. instead, she sat on yujin’s bed, her knee brushing against yn’s. “so what? maybe you’re just fun to look at.” she didn’t know what she was doing and why she was flirting back, but it felt right, it felt fun.

yn smiled. “oh? does that mean you think I’m cute?”

“you wish,” wonyoung shot back, but there was the faintest hint of a smile on her lips.

they continued, playful back and forths, wonyoung pretending not to be affected while yn pushed just enough to keep her on her toes.

by the time yujin came back, wonyoung was slipping her number into yn’s phone, fingers lingering for just a second longer than necessary before she stood up.

“text me,” she murmured, before leaving without another word, what am I doing?

and that was the start of their situationship.

they fell into something that wasn’t quite defined, but it didn’t need to be. moments blurred into each other wonyoung showing up at the studio when yn was both training and producing, bringing her food, making sure she didn’t overwork herself.

yn pulling wonyoung aside in empty hallways, pressing quick kisses against her lips before disappearing like nothing had happened.

wonyoung meeting the boys, wonbin and jay they immediately started ruining yn’s reputation, jokingly of course “be careful with her,” jay had joked, “she’s got a habit of breaking hearts.” “shut up!”

late night food runs, their hands brushing as they reached for the same snack, quiet laughter filling the air as they wandered through neon lit streets.

it was fun. it was exciting. but all highs eventually reach an end.

wonyoung started to realize how serious it was getting, how real it felt. and she couldn’t take it. she was supposed to like boys. this was supposed to be just for fun.

when she got a text from yn one night, inviting her over “movie?” she knew she had to end it.

they hung out like always, laughing, teasing, pretending everything was fine. but then, out of nowhere, wonyoung blurted out-

“this can’t happen.”

yn frowned. “huh?”

“us,” wonyoung said, voice unsteady. “we can’t happen. I like boys. I don’t like girls.”

yn let out a short laugh, but there was something nervous in it. “haha, you’re so funny.”

wonyoung shook her head. “I’m not joking.”

yn’s smile faltered. “you were just…?”

wonyoung hesitated. “Inhave strong feelings for you, but it can’t be romantic.”

yn let out a breathy laugh, but this one was sharp, bitter. “you’re delusional.”

wonyoung’s voice cracked. “we can’t be together. I don’t like girls. I was just—I don’t know what I was doing with you.”

“so what,” yn scoffed, voice laced with hurt, “you were just using me for your closeted urges?”

wonyoung looked at her with tear filled eyes, “I’m not closeted, I just- I just was being weird I don’t know what I was thinking, I don’t like girls.”

“right,” yn said, voice barely above a whisper, “maybe you should leave,”

wonyoung swallowed hard. “I’m so sorry, we can still be friends, that’s what girls do, they’re friends.”

yn let out of laugh of disbelief, before grabbing wonyoung’s arm ignoring wonyoung’s yn please and dragging her to the door, “you’re ridiculous.”

the door shut behind wonyoung, leaving yn alone. she threw herself onto the couch, face buried in the pillow, and screamed. she stayed like that for an hour until the boys came back.

“what’s wrong with you?” jay asked, looking at her suspiciously.

yn lifted her head, her voice hollow. “nothing.”

wonbin and jay exchanged a look.

one look was all it took. yn broke, throwing herself into them, sobs wracking her body as they held her.

“it’s okay,” jay murmured, rubbing her back.

“you’re okay,” wonbin added.

but yn wasn’t sure if she believed them.

and that’s the story of yn and wonyoung

[jiminomenon]

money talks

pairing: jang wonyoung x female reader

tag(s): ceo! wonyoung, sugar mommy! wonyoung, sugar baby! reader, power dynamics, wonielle makes an appearance

word count: 4.4k

summary: y/n sneaks into an exclusive gala, where she unexpectedly saves wonyoung, a powerful ceo, from a heated confrontation. this chance encounter leads to a life-changing sugar baby arrangement that pulls y/n into a world of luxury and complexity. as their relationship deepens, the lines between business and emotion blur, with wonyoung’s charm and generosity making it harder for y/n to see their arrangement as purely transactional, and both women find themselves drawn to each other in ways they never expected.

a/n: there’s 200 of you now which is insane 🤯 i’m honestly quite overwhelmed bc where on earth did you guys come from? 🤨 i didn’t even have time to write smth for my 100 followers special so take sugar mommy! wonyoung as a treat. lowkey kinda gave up in the end tho but hope you guys enjoy lmfao, happy reading 🎀✨

the grand ballroom of the city’s most exclusive hotel sparkled under the glow of crystal chandeliers. the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the sound of clinking champagne glasses. the room was filled with the city’s elite—celebrities, business moguls, and socialites mingling effortlessly, their laughter echoing off the marble floors. it was the kind of event y/n could only dream of attending, and yet, here she was, standing awkwardly in the corner, clutching a glass of champagne she didn’t dare drink.

“this was a terrible idea,” y/n muttered under her breath, glancing around nervously. her friends, hanni and yunjin, had convinced her to sneak into the gala, promising it would be a night to remember. they’d borrowed dresses from a thrift store, done their makeup in the back of an uber, and somehow managed to slip past security by blending in with a group of influencers. but now, as y/n scanned the crowd, she realized she’d lost sight of her friends entirely.

“great,” she sighed, setting her untouched champagne on a passing waiter’s tray. “just great.”

she wandered through the crowd, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor. the opulence of the event was overwhelming—gold-trimmed tables, towering floral arrangements, and waiters circulating with trays of caviar and truffles. y/n felt like a fraud, her thrift store dress suddenly feeling cheap and out of place. she was about to turn around and head for the exit when a commotion caught her attention.

near the edge of the room, partially hidden by a towering potted plant, stood a woman y/n recognized immediately. it was jang wonyoung, the ceo of starship industries and one of the most powerful women in the city. she was dressed in a sleek, tailored suit, her sharp features illuminated by the soft glow of the chandeliers. but what caught y/n’s attention was the tension in the air. wonyoung was speaking to a younger man, her expression cold and unreadable.

“you’re boring,” wonyoung said, her voice low but cutting. “i don’t have time for boring.”

the man’s face twisted in anger, his hands clenching into fists. “you think you can just toss me aside like that? after everything i’ve done for you?”

wonyoung raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “done for me? please. you’ve done nothing but drain my bank account and waste my time.”

the man’s anger boiled over, and he lunged at her, grabbing her arm roughly. y/n’s heart leapt into her throat. without thinking, she rushed forward, grabbing the man’s shoulder and pulling him away.

“hey!” y/n snapped, her voice shaking but firm. “let her go!”

the man turned to glare at her, his grip on wonyoung loosening. “who the hell are you?”

“someone who doesn’t think it’s okay to put your hands on someone else,” y/n shot back, stepping between him and wonyoung. her heart was pounding, but she stood her ground, her fists clenched at her sides.

the man hesitated, his eyes darting between y/n and wonyoung. for a moment, it looked like he might argue, but then he scoffed, releasing wonyoung’s arm with a rough shove. “whatever. she’s not worth it anyway.”

the man stormed off, leaving y/n and wonyoung alone. y/n turned to wonyoung, her breath coming in short gasps. “are you okay?”

wonyoung studied her with an unreadable expression, her sharp eyes scanning y/n’s face. “i’m fine,” she said finally, her voice calm and measured. “but you… you’re not supposed to be here, are you?”

y/n’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “i—uh—”

before she could stammer out an explanation, a security guard appeared, his walkie-talkie crackling as he spoke into it. “we found her,” he said, his voice gruff and authoritative. he turned to y/n, his expression stern. “you’re coming with me.”

y/n’s stomach dropped. this was it. she was going to be thrown out, humiliated in front of everyone. the guard grabbed her arm, his grip firm and unyielding. “let’s go.”

“wait—” y/n started, but the guard cut her off.

“no excuses. you’re trespassing, and you’re coming with me.”

y/n’s heart raced as the guard began to drag her away, the eyes of the crowd starting to turn toward the commotion. she felt a wave of panic wash over her, her mind scrambling for a way out. but before the guard could take more than a few steps, a voice cut through the noise like a blade.

“let her go.”

the guard froze, turning to see wonyoung standing there, her arms crossed and her expression icy. “m-ms. jang, this woman is trespassing. i’m just doing my job.”

“and your job,” wonyoung said, her voice low and dangerous, “is to listen to me when i tell you to let her go.”

the guard hesitated, his grip on y/n loosening slightly. “with all due respect, ms. jang, she’s not on the guest list. i have to remove her.”

wonyoung stepped closer, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. she tilted her head, a sly smile playing on her lips. “are you really going to argue with me about this? in front of all these people?” the guard glanced around, noticing the curious stares of the guests. he shifted uncomfortably, his confidence wavering. “i… i’m just following protocol.”

“protocol?” wonyoung repeated, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “let me make this simple for you. she’s with me. she’s my plus one. and if you don’t let her go right now, i’ll make sure you’re looking for a new job tomorrow. understood?”

the guard’s face paled, and he immediately released y/n’s arm, stepping back. “of course, ms. jang. my apologies.”

wonyoung’s smile widened, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “good. now, if you’ll excuse us.”

the guard nodded quickly, muttering another apology before retreating into the crowd. y/n stared at wonyoung, her mind reeling. “why did you do that?”

wonyoung turned to her, her expression softening. “because you just saved me from a very unpleasant situation. consider it a thank you.”

y/n blinked, still trying to process what had just happened. “i… you’re welcome?”

wonyoung chuckled softly, the sound sending a shiver down y/n’s spine. “you’re interesting. most people wouldn’t have stepped in like that.”

“i couldn’t just stand there and do nothing,” y/n said, her voice firm despite the nervous flutter in her chest.

wonyoung tilted her head, studying y/n with a curious expression. “what’s your name?”

“y/n.”

“y/n,” wonyoung repeated, as if testing the sound of it. she stepped closer, her gaze intense. “tell me, y/n… how would you like to be my new sugar baby?”

y/n’s eyes widened, her mouth falling open in shock. “i—what?”

wonyoung’s smirk widened, her confidence unwavering. “you heard me. i’m in need of someone… interesting. and you’ve just proven yourself to be exactly that.” she reached out, brushing a strand of hair from y/n’s face, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through y/n’s body. “so, what do you say?”

y/n’s mind raced, her heart pounding in her chest. this was insane. completely, utterly insane. but as she looked into wonyoung’s sharp, calculating eyes, she realized she didn’t have it in her to say no.

“okay,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. “i’ll do it.”

wonyoung’s smile was triumphant, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “good. you won’t regret it.”

the morning after the gala, y/n woke up in a daze, her mind still reeling from the whirlwind of events. wonyoung had given her a ride home in her sleek black car, the interior smelling of leather and expensive perfume. before dropping her off, wonyoung had handed her a business card with an address and a time scribbled on the back.

“be here at 8 pm sharp,” wonyoung had said, her tone leaving no room for argument. “don’t be late.”

now, as y/n stood in front of the towering skyscraper that housed wonyoung’s penthouse, she felt a mix of nerves and excitement. she smoothed down the front of her dress—a simple black number she’d borrowed from mina—and took a deep breath before stepping into the lobby.

the doorman greeted her with a polite nod. “miss y/n? ms. jang is expecting you. take the private elevator to the top floor.”

y/n nodded, her heart pounding as she stepped into the elevator. the ride up was smooth and silent, the glass walls offering a breathtaking view of the city lights. when the doors slid open, she was greeted by the sight of wonyoung’s penthouse—a sprawling, minimalist space filled with floor-to-ceiling windows, modern art, and sleek furniture.

wonyoung stood by the window, a glass of wine in her hand. she turned as y/n stepped out of the elevator, a small smile playing on her lips. “you’re right on time. i like that.”

“i didn’t want to keep you waiting,” y/n said, her voice slightly shaky.

wonyoung gestured for her to come closer. “relax. you’re not here for an interview. well, not exactly.”

y/n walked over, her eyes darting around the room. “this place is… incredible.”

“it’s home,” wonyoung said with a shrug, as if it were nothing. she handed y/n a glass of wine, their fingers brushing briefly. “sit. we have some things to discuss.”

y/n sat down on the plush white sofa, her hands clutching the glass tightly. wonyoung took a seat across from her, crossing her legs elegantly. she reached for a sleek black folder on the coffee table and slid it toward y/n.

“this,” wonyoung said, “is your contract.”

y/n’s eyes widened. “contract?”

“of course,” wonyoung said, her tone matter-of-fact. “this is a business arrangement, after all. i need to make sure we’re both on the same page.”

y/n opened the folder, her eyes scanning the neatly typed pages. the terms were lavish—generous monthly allowance, a luxury apartment, access to wonyoung’s world—but there were also rules. y/n would be expected to accompany wonyoung to events, be available when needed, and maintain a certain level of discretion.

“this is… a lot,” y/n said, her voice barely above a whisper.

wonyoung leaned forward, her gaze intense. “it’s a fair deal. you get financial security, and i get… companionship. someone interesting. someone who isn’t afraid to stand up for me.”

y/n looked up, meeting wonyoung’s eyes. “and if i say no?”

wonyoung smirked. “you won’t.”

y/n hesitated, her mind racing. this was insane. completely, utterly insane. but as she looked around the penthouse, at the life wonyoung was offering her, she realized she didn’t have it in her to say no.

“okay,” she said finally, her voice steady. “i’ll do it.”

wonyoung’s smile was triumphant. “good. i knew you’d see it my way.” she reached for a pen and handed it to y/n. “sign here.”

y/n took the pen, her hand trembling slightly as she signed her name. when she was done, wonyoung took the contract and set it aside, her expression softening.

“now that that’s out of the way,” wonyoung said, standing up, “let’s celebrate. i have reservations at a place i think you’ll like.”

y/n blinked. “right now?”

“why not?” wonyoung said, her tone playful. “consider it your first official outing as my sugar baby.”

the restaurant was everything y/n had imagined and more—a Michelin-starred establishment with dim lighting, soft music, and a menu filled with dishes she couldn’t pronounce. wonyoung ordered for both of them, her confidence effortless as she chatted with the waiter.

“you’re not allergic to anything, are you?” wonyoung asked, glancing at y/n.

“no,” y/n said, shaking her head. “but i’ve never been to a place like this before.”

wonyoung smirked. “get used to it. this is your life now.”

the food arrived, each course more exquisite than the last. y/n tried to keep up with wonyoung’s easy conversation, but she couldn’t help feeling out of place. wonyoung noticed, her sharp eyes catching every nervous fidget.

“relax,” wonyoung said, reaching across the table to touch y/n’s hand. “you’re doing fine.”

y/n’s breath hitched at the contact, her cheeks flushing. “it’s just… a lot to take in.”

wonyoung’s smile was soft, almost tender. “i know. but you’ll get used to it. and i’ll be here to guide you.”

the rest of the evening passed in a blur of laughter, wine, and stolen glances. by the time they left the restaurant, y/n felt a little more at ease, though the weight of her new reality still lingered.

as they stepped into the cool night air, wonyoung turned to y/n, her expression unreadable. “you did well tonight.”

“thanks,” y/n said, her voice barely above a whisper. “i’m glad i didn’t embarrass you.”

wonyoung chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down y/n’s spine. “you could never embarrass me. in fact, i think you might just be exactly what i’ve been looking for.”

y/n’s heart skipped a beat, her mind racing with possibilities. as wonyoung’s driver pulled up to the curb, y/n realized that her life was about to change in ways she couldn’t even imagine.

the weeks that followed the signing of the contract were a whirlwind of luxury and excess. y/n moved into a sleek, modern apartment in one of the city’s most exclusive neighborhoods, courtesy of wonyoung. the space was everything she could have dreamed of—floor-to-ceiling windows, a marble kitchen, and a walk-in closet filled with designer clothes. it was a far cry from her cramped, cluttered apartment, and yet, y/n couldn’t shake the feeling that she didn’t belong.

wonyoung had been true to her word, taking y/n to high-profile events and introducing her to a world she’d only ever seen in magazines. there were galas, charity auctions, and private parties, each more extravagant than the last. y/n learned to navigate the social scene with a practiced smile, her hand always resting lightly on wonyoung’s arm. she was the perfect accessory—beautiful, poised, and just interesting enough to keep wonyoung entertained.

but beneath the surface, y/n was struggling. the pressure to maintain the image wonyoung expected was exhausting. she spent hours practicing her posture, memorizing the names of influential people, and perfecting the art of small talk. she felt like an imposter, constantly waiting for someone to expose her as a fraud.

one evening, wonyoung took y/n to an art gallery opening, the kind of event where the champagne flowed freely and the art was secondary to the socializing. y/n wore a stunning emerald green dress that wonyoung had picked out for her, the fabric clinging to her curves in all the right places. she felt beautiful, but the weight of wonyoung’s expectations was heavy on her shoulders.

“remember,” wonyoung had said as they stepped out of the car, “smile, but don’t overdo it. you’re here to impress, not to blend in.”

y/n nodded, her stomach churning with nerves. she followed wonyoung into the gallery, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor. the room was filled with the city’s elite, their laughter and chatter creating a low hum of energy. wonyoung moved through the crowd with ease, her presence commanding attention wherever she went.

“ms. jang!” a man in a tailored suit greeted them, his smile wide and practiced. “it’s been too long. and who is this lovely creature?”

“this is y/n,” wonyoung said, her tone casual but her eyes sharp. “my… companion.”

the man’s eyebrows rose, his gaze flickering between wonyoung and y/n. “charmed,” he said, taking y/n’s hand and pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “any companion of ms. jang’s is a friend of mine.”

y/n forced a smile, her cheeks burning. she hated the way people looked at her, like she was a shiny new toy wonyoung had acquired. but she kept her composure, nodding politely as the man launched into a monologue about the art on display.

as the night wore on, y/n found herself growing more comfortable. she even managed to hold her own in a conversation with a well-known art critic, surprising herself with how much she knew about the pieces on display. wonyoung watched her from across the room, a small smile playing on her lips.

“you did well tonight,” wonyoung said later, as they stepped into the car. “i’m impressed.”

y/n’s heart swelled with pride, but she quickly pushed the feeling down. “thanks. i’m just trying to keep up.”

wonyoung chuckled, the sound low and warm. “you’re doing more than keeping up. you’re thriving.”

a few days later, wonyoung took y/n to a charity gala at a luxury hotel. the event was even more extravagant than the gallery opening, with crystal chandeliers, live music, and a guest list that included some of the most powerful people in the city. y/n wore a sleek black gown, her hair styled in loose waves that cascaded down her back. she felt like a princess, but the illusion was shattered the moment she met her.

“well, well,” a voice purred from behind y/n. “if it isn’t the new girl.”

y/n turned to see a woman standing there, her golden dress hugging her figure like a second skin. she was stunning, with soft features but a confidence that made y/n feel instantly inferior. the woman’s long, dark hair framed her face perfectly, and her gentle eyes sparkled with an unreadable intensity. she smiled—a smile that felt effortless, almost intimidating in its beauty.

“i’m sorry,” y/n said, forcing a polite smile. “do i know you?”

the woman laughed, the sound cold and mocking. “oh, honey, you don’t need to know me. i know *you*. you’re wonyoung’s latest little project, aren’t you?”

y/n’s smile faltered, her stomach twisting into knots. “i… i don’t know what you mean.”

“don’t play dumb,” the woman said, stepping closer. “i was in your shoes once. wonyoung’s sugar baby, the center of her world… until she got bored and tossed me aside. and trust me, she *will* get bored. it’s only a matter of time.”

y/n’s heart raced, her mind reeling. she wanted to argue, to defend wonyoung, but the woman’s words struck a nerve. before she could respond, wonyoung appeared at her side, her expression icy.

“danielle,” wonyoung said, her voice sharp. “i see you’ve met y/n.”

the woman—danielle—smirked, her eyes glinting with malice. “i was just welcoming her to the club. you know, giving her a heads-up about how this little arrangement of yours usually ends.”

wonyoung’s jaw tightened, her hand resting possessively on y/n’s waist. “y/n is different. and if you know what’s good for you, you’ll stay out of her way.”

danielle laughed, but there was no humor in it. “we’ll see how long that lasts.” with that, she turned on her heel and disappeared into the crowd.

y/n felt like the ground had been ripped out from under her. she turned to wonyoung, her voice trembling. “is that true? will you just… get bored of me?”

wonyoung’s expression softened, her hand moving to cup y/n’s cheek. “don’t listen to her. she’s bitter and jealous. you’re not like her. you’re… different.”

y/n wanted to believe her, but the doubt had already taken root. as the night went on, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was just another replaceable part of wonyoung’s world.

months had passed since y/n signed the contract, and her life had become a carefully curated blend of luxury and performance. she attended events with wonyoung, played the part of the perfect companion, and tried to ignore the growing sense of emptiness inside her. the apartment, the clothes, the attention—it was everything she’d ever wanted, and yet, it felt like she was living someone else’s life.

the turning point came on a rainy evening, after a particularly draining charity gala. y/n had spent the night smiling and nodding, her cheeks aching from the effort. wonyoung had been her usual composed self, commanding the room with ease, but y/n had noticed the way her eyes lingered on danielle, who had been there with a new sugar mommy. the sight had stirred something ugly in y/n’s chest—a mix of jealousy, insecurity, and resentment.

now, back at wonyoung’s penthouse, y/n stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring out at the city lights. the rain streaked down the glass, distorting the view, and she felt like she was looking at her own reflection—blurred, fragmented, and unrecognizable.

“you’ve been quiet tonight,” wonyoung said, her voice cutting through the silence. she stood a few feet away, a glass of wine in her hand. “is something wrong?”

y/n turned to face her, her arms crossed over her chest. “do you ever get tired of this?”

wonyoung raised an eyebrow, her expression unreadable. “tired of what?”

“this,” y/n said, gesturing vaguely at the room. “the parties, the pretending, the… the performance. don’t you ever feel like it’s all just… empty?”

wonyoung’s lips curved into a faint smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “it’s part of the life we’ve chosen. you knew that when you signed the contract.”

“did i?” y/n shot back, her voice rising. “because i don’t think i really understood what i was getting into. i didn’t realize i’d have to give up everything—my friends, my independence, my sense of self—just to be your perfect little accessory.”

wonyoung’s smile faded, her expression hardening. “you’re not an accessory, y/n. you’re my companion. my partner. i’ve given you everything you could ever want.”

“except the truth,” y/n said, her voice trembling. “except the freedom to be myself. i feel like i’m losing who i am, wonyoung. and i don’t know if it’s worth it anymore.”

there was a long silence, the weight of y/n’s words hanging heavy in the air. wonyoung set her glass down on the coffee table, her movements deliberate. when she finally spoke, her voice was low and measured.

“what are you saying, y/n?”

y/n took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. “i’m saying… i can’t keep doing this. i can’t keep pretending to be someone i’m not. i need to figure out who i am outside of this… this arrangement.”

wonyoung’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of something—anger? hurt?—crossing her face. “so that’s it? you’re just going to walk away?”

“i don’t know,” y/n admitted, her voice breaking. “but i can’t keep living like this. i need… i need to find myself again.”

wonyoung stared at her for a long moment, her expression unreadable. then, to y/n’s surprise, she let out a soft, bitter laugh. “you think i don’t know what that feels like? to lose yourself?”

y/n blinked, caught off guard. “what do you mean?”

wonyoung turned away, her gaze fixed on the city lights outside. “do you think i’ve always been like this? respected, controlled, untouchable? i wasn’t always this person, y/n. i had to become her. i had to build this… this fortress around myself to survive in this world. and sometimes, even now, i feel like i’m drowning.”

y/n’s anger faltered, replaced by a pang of sympathy. “wonyoung…”

“i didn’t expect you,” wonyoung continued, her voice softer now. “i didn’t expect to feel… anything. but you… you’re different. you’re not like the others. you’re not afraid to challenge me, to push back. and for the first time in a long time, i felt like maybe… maybe i didn’t have to be alone.”

y/n’s breath caught in her throat, her heart aching at the vulnerability in wonyoung’s voice. “wonyoung…”

wonyoung turned to face her, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “i don’t want to lose you, y/n. but i also don’t want to trap you. if you need to leave… if you need to find yourself… i won’t stop you. but i want you to know that what i feel for you… it’s real. it’s not part of the arrangement. it’s just… you.”

y/n felt tears welling up in her own eyes, the weight of wonyoung’s confession settling over her like a warm blanket. “i don’t know what to say.”

“you don’t have to say anything,” wonyoung said, her voice barely above a whisper. “just… think about it. and whatever you decide, i’ll respect it.”

y/n swallowed hard, staring at wonyoung—the woman who had, against all odds, become so much more than just a contract. she had been so sure that leaving was the only way to find herself again, but now, looking at wonyoung’s raw honesty, she wasn’t so sure anymore. maybe she had been looking at this all wrong.

maybe she wasn’t losing herself—maybe she had just been too scared to admit that she had already found something worth holding onto.

a shaky breath escaped her lips. “i don’t want to leave.”

wonyoung’s eyes widened slightly, the first crack in her composed mask. “you don’t?”

y/n shook her head, stepping closer. “no. i just… i don’t want this to be fake. i don’t want to be with you because of a contract. i want to be with you because it’s real.”

wonyoung exhaled, almost like she had been holding her breath, before a small, hopeful smile tugged at her lips. “then let’s make it real.”

y/n’s heart pounded. “what do you mean?”

wonyoung reached for her hand, lacing their fingers together. “no more contract. no more pretending. just you and me, figuring it out… together.”

y/n stared at her, searching for any hesitation, but all she saw was sincerity. warmth spread through her chest, and for the first time in a long time, she felt like she could breathe. she squeezed wonyoung’s hand, a slow smile forming on her lips.

“together,” she agreed.

wonyoung let out a soft laugh, her eyes shimmering. “you have no idea how long i’ve been waiting to hear that.

y/n chuckled, pulling her closer. “well, you’re going to have to wait a little longer… because i’m going to kiss you first.”

wonyoung’s breath hitched, but she didn’t pull away. “then what are you waiting for?”

y/n didn’t need to be told twice. she closed the distance between them, capturing wonyoung’s lips in a kiss that was slow, deep, and full of everything they had been too afraid to say.

this time, there were no contracts, no expectations—just them.

[anonymousicecream]

In the Park (Wonyoung x M Reader)

Day 9: Public Sex in a Park

"Pssst, Jang" You whispered, watching as THE Jang Wonyoung looked around the field before spotting her eyes on YOU. "Urghh, what do you want y/n?" You then walked over to her and leaned her against the guardrails, watching the performers on the stage while you start moving your hands on abs, caressing them softly. "Seriously?" Wonyoung asked you. "Not here of course. Follow me." You said, grabbing her hands before guiding her through the crowd, walking away from the commotion into a secluded area of the park the two of you are in right now.

Once you found an empty part of the field, the two of you didn't waste any time, immediately getting into action. You leaned in to kiss her. She replied to the kiss, not forgetting to wrap her arms around your neck. You moved your hands lower to her exposed hips, caressing them softly. As the kiss intensified, you started to lose grip of your surroundings, allowing Wonyoung to take over as she helped the two of you laid down on the grass. You sat on the grass while Wonyoung hopped on you, sitting on your lap as the kiss continues.

You moved your hands onto her straps, lowering them as well as her bra strap, moving her top and bra downwards onto her torso, exposing her perky, peach nipples. You used your hands to fondle and grope them while continuing the kiss, occasionally biting her lips and squeezing her nipples harder, earning low groans and moans from her. "Sit on my face." You say, before she shake her head. "No. This time, I'll make sure you smile all day." She said, before unbuttoning your sleeveless top, exposing your hard abs. "Holy fuck. Didn't know you have abs now."

She then moved to kissing your abs, kissing them fully while also palming your cock through your jeans. Once her kisses got to your crotch, she unbuttoned your jeans and lowered them, before your cock throbbed hard, poking her cheeks a few times. She then slapped them against her cheeks against before she hovered her mouth over your cock, opening her mouth to let some saliva drop onto your mouth before stroking your cock gently, coating your cock with her saliva.

She starts licking your cock up and down, before resting her tongue on your tip, licking it repeatedly. "Just get on with it you slut." Hearing this, Wonyoung smirked and immediately took your length into her mouth, resting when your cock was 3/4 deep inside her mouth. The sudden change in warmth and slickness as well as her hot breath almost made you cum then and there but you still manage to held through.

She lets your cock rest in her mouth, letting your cock grow even more before she continues sucking your cock, bobbing her head up and down on your cock. She hollowed her mouth after each bob, making her mouth tighter, while also getting deeper after each time, before your tip finally hit the throat. She tried this again before the last time when you pushed her head down on your cock, pushing it deep into her throat, forcing her to deepthroat you for a few seconds before she finally tapped your thighs, gagging violently. You lift her up, allowing her to get air. "Lay down, now." You instructed and she followed your orders immediately.

You removed her panties from under her skirt before aligning your cock with her pussy, finally pushing into her tight and wet pussy. "Are you safe?" "No. Just pull out." Wonyoung instructed. Since you're in a public space, you decided to not waste time, immediately thrusting fast into her. What was fast and shallow thrusts changed into deeper ones as your cock got deeper after each thrust, carving her pussy brilliantly. You also didn't forget to play with her tits, fondling them fast, matching your thrusts.

"F-Fuckkk that's it daddy, that's it!" Wonyoung moaned, feeling your thrusts getting deeper into her. "Are you close?" You asked Wonyoung while slowing your thrusts. "Y-Yes." You then thrust deep inside her and rest inside her while flipping the two of you, putting her on top now. "Ride me." Wonyoung smirked before she starts riding your cock. She starts off slowly before she rides you faster, going deeper after each ride before bottoming out inside you. "Grind it. It's much better."

Wonyoung followed your advice, and the first time she did it, she knew it changed her sexual experience as your big cock hits all different points inside her pussy, even brushing her g-spot repeatedly for a few times. A sudden thrust upwards by you is all she needs as she soon came, squirting out her juices.

She lifted off your cock and squirted all over your crotch and abs. You just watch while playing and sucking with her tits as she came, helping her intensify her orgasm. "F-Fuck, that was great." Wonyoung said, and you just hum as she sat on your lap. The warmth she gave definitely made you keep your hard-on, which she remembered when your cock throbbed against her thighs.

Wonyoung smirked at you before she moved lower on your body, grabbing your cock to start stroking your cock and sucking it. She moved fast and hard, tightening her grip after each stroke, trying to milk out the most out of you. "Just cum daddy. Cum on me, paint my beautiful body." Wonyoung moaned, keeping eye contact with you as her strokes got faster. She transitioned back to sucking your cock when you decided to pinch and play with her nipples, pinching them repeatedly, producing muffled moans from her. The sudden warmth from the moans, followed by the tightness of her mouth, caused you to throb hard. Noticing this, Wonyoung stopped sucking you and stroked you hard and fast before saying "Cum on me, cum on my face, watch it drop to my tits as you cum."

You immediately groaned, feeling as you came, spurting loads after loads onto her. Wonyoung stroked you faster as she saw the first spurt, aligning herself and moaning as spurt after spurt hit her tits, cleavage and face. She slowed her strokes down after your heavy spurts ended, instead stroking you slowly to milk out any excess cum you had. After you finished, she didn't forget to lick the excess cum off her fingers as well as her face, before rubbing the cum on her chest onto her tits and nipples.

[sserasin]

cw nsfw under the cut, stepcest, oral (fem r. receiving), fingering, manipulation, light humiliation ??

step-sis!wonyoung who ruins all ur relationships just so she can ‘comfort’ u by giving u orgasm after orgasm, reassuring u that its ok bc ur not really related. shes just helping her new sis out, girls gotta stick together, right?

“he doesn’t deserve you,” wonyoung presses the palm of her hand on the bottom half of your stomach, forcing you to stop jerking around. she lowers her head down and presses a quick peck to your clit, your hips jerking up. she shook her head with a small smile that you were able to feel, sighing lightly and speaking into your pussy, “i bet he couldn’t get you to orgasm most of the time, huh?” her voice is airy, cooing at you.

when you shyly shake your head, hand pressed over your mouth and peeking down at her, she smiles. “i know.” of course she knew, she had heard your ‘moans’. that wasn’t what you sounded like when you came. she would know, after all. “don’t worry, baby, sissy’s here to help…”

you let out a small whine at ‘sissy’, tears brimming in your eyes as she gives a harsh suck to your clit, “it’s ok, baby,” she murmurs, “we’re not actually related, so it’s fine.”

she doesn’t give you a chance to say anything else, latching onto your clit and moving her head side to side. “ah, ah, ah!” high pitched moans left your mouth, her short nails pressing down into your skin.

her tongue slides down, dipping her tongue in your hole for a quick taste before your thighs shut around her head. she pulls back, lips shiny with your slick and begging to be kissed, “this is how you should treat a girl,” she hums, pressing kisses on your thighs. “and i think you’ll find that a girl knows how to treat another girl correctly,” she shrugs, hand going down to hold one of your thighs and the other to your core.

wonyoung’s finger circles your clit lightly, glancing up at you teasingly and watching your reaction as she inserts the first finger. your shocked gasp turns into a moan, mouth forming an ‘o’ as your hands clench at the sheets. she has a hard time preventing moaning herself, your walls tight and wet around her fingers.

“i-i don’t think this is a good idea,” you shakily say, the sense of shame overwhelming you.

“you always say that,” wonyoung rolls her eyes, pumping her finger in and out slowly. “yet here you are, under me for the millionth time. you want me to show you how it feels, don’t you?” you don’t answer, feeling your face get even hotter than it already was.

“it’s okay, don’t be embarrassed, baby. i just wanna help and make you feel good,” she giggles, inserting another finger without warning. the added sensation makes you moan out again with your walls clenching around her fingers. your hand clamps over your mouth for the second time, partially hiding your expressions. she catches your wrist in her hand, guiding your hand back down to the back of her head. “no one’s home but me and you, you can be as loud as you want.” you blink, tearing your eyes away from hers to look at the ceiling. was this really about to happen, again?

yes, it was.

pleasure took over the shame as her fingers quicken their pace, curling up to touch that all too familiar spot. her head lowers down and latches onto your clit. she sucks harshly, saying “just take what you want,” before beginning to fuck you with her tongue.

your hips twist up into the air, your hand grabbing hold of her hair and forcing her face further into your pussy. she moans at the harsh grip, adding a third finger and slamming into your walls repeatedly.

a familiar sensation begins to build up in your stomach, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you feel wonyoung’s nose hitting your clit, adding to the stimulation.

“ah, wony- i’m, i’m-” you gasp out, loud whimpers leaving your mouth as you get close to your orgasm. a tear slips from your eye at how overwhelming the good feeling was as wonyoung’s fingers press at that certain spot as her tongue laps at you.

she hums into you, enough to send you over the edge at the vibration. your hips stutter as she continues working you through your orgasm, fingers nor tongue never letting up until you whine in pain and push her head away from you before twisting your hips away from her fingers.

wonyoung giggles at your flushed expression, chest heaving up and down. her fingers slowly leave your heat and when she pulls herself up a little bit, you can see her hands and face covered in your essence. your cheeks burn as she holds her fingers out to you and you open your mouth slightly, but it’s enough for her to slide her fingers in your mouth.

you lap around her fingers, tasting yourself on her fingers and you can’t deny how unbelievably hot it is. how hot she is. there’s a reason you always end up letting her get her way. when you’re done, she immediately takes her fingers out and kisses you, pressing her chest to yours.

your back arches up into her before she pulls away, eyes gleaming down wickedly at you, “want to see what else i can do better, hm?”

you don’t have any shame when you nod eagerly.

[siawritez]

Title: One More Night

Pairing: An Yujin × Fem!Reader

Warnings: ▸ Character Death ▸ Domestic Abuse (mentioned, not graphic) ▸ Grief and Trauma ▸ Psychological breakdown ▸ Time Loop / Death Loop themes ▸ Emotional distress, crying, panic attacks

Summary: When your abusive father returns home, you run — barefoot and terrified — into the street. Yujin chases you, but she's too late. You die in her arms. Then she wakes up... and it’s the same night again. Trapped in a time loop, Yujin will do anything to save you — until you finally ask her to let go.

You were always a quiet girl. The kind that flinched when people raised their voice, even if it wasn’t meant for you. The kind that smiled gently, cried easily, and held onto people like your life depended on it. Because sometimes, it did.

Yujin adored you.

You were lying on her lap that night, your hand tucked into the front of her hoodie like you always did when you needed comfort. Her fingers combed through your hair absentmindedly, eyes half on the horror movie you’d picked and half on you — always on you.

"You’re not even watching," you mumbled, lifting your head weakly.

"You're hiding your face anyway," she teased gently, poking your cheek. “I’m watching you.”

You pouted and sank back into her lap with a soft little sigh. “I’m scared.”

Yujin grinned, leaning down to kiss the crown of your head. “I know.”

You were staying over for the weekend. Her apartment was small, cluttered with blankets and your things already halfway unpacked. You always brought too much — oversized hoodies, stuffed animals, tiny trinkets — and she never once complained. You had your place there. With her.

Until the phone rang.

It was a shrill thing. You always left it on loud in case your mom needed you. Yujin barely paid attention until you sat up — fast, stiff — your body suddenly alert in a way that made her stomach twist.

“…Mom?���

Your voice cracked.

Yujin’s heart dropped.

You were frozen. Kneeling on the couch, one hand clutching the phone to your ear, the other shaking in your lap. She didn’t hear the voice on the other end, but she knew that tone. You’d heard it before.

“No, no, don’t—! Lock the door, okay? Just… just lock it!”

You were already off the couch. Barefoot. Still in your soft pink pajama shorts. Running.

"Wait—wait!" Yujin was scrambling behind you, grabbing your wrist before you could reach the door. “Baby, what happened?!”

You were crying. Loud, broken sobs that made your whole body tremble.

“It’s my dad—he came back—he’s drunk, he’s—he’s hurting her again, I need to go, I need—”

“Wait—wait,” Yujin was shaking her head, trying to ground you. “Baby, listen to me. You can’t go alone like this. Please, let’s call the cops, okay? Let’s think—”

“She’s alone!” you screamed, yanking your arm free and bolting.

She chased you down the stairs. The building blurred in flickering hallway lights and the echo of your bare feet slapping against concrete. She was fast — but you were running like your soul was burning, like fear had taken hold of your lungs and replaced your breath with fire.

“Y/N—!”

You didn’t stop.

Out into the night. Into the cold, into the street, past honking cars and neon lights. You darted across a red light, sprinting barefoot over broken pavement, the city swallowing your cries.

Yujin was behind you. Always behind. Calling your name, begging you to stop.

You never looked back.

And then—

A scream. Metal. A sickening, wet crunch.

Time paused.

Yujin’s body slammed to a halt as her eyes caught the sight.

You. Crumpled in the crosswalk. A truck skidding to a stop. Your blood, too red, painting the street like a grotesque mural. She dropped to her knees next to you before the driver could even climb out.

“(Y/N)? Hey—hey, look at me—look at me,” she sobbed, cupping your face with shaking hands. Your lips were already trembling, blood on your teeth.

“I’m… I’m sorry,” you whimpered. “I couldn’t… let her be alone again…”

“No, no—don’t talk, don’t talk,” Yujin begged, her voice cracking into something wild and helpless. “You’re gonna be okay. I’ve got you.”

Your hand reached for hers. Weak. Cold.

“Take care of her… my mom… okay?”

Then you were gone.

The light faded from your eyes like a candle smothered by wind.

And Yujin screamed.

—

The funeral was a blur.

People whispered condolences. Your mom cried in her arms. Yujin held her like she’d promised, numb and hollow, dressed in black with red eyes and trembling lips.

She didn’t sleep for days.

When she finally collapsed into her bed, it was because her body gave out. Her mind stayed awake, playing it all again and again.

Then she saw it.

A small red button. Round. Smooth. Sitting on her nightstand.

She hadn’t seen it before.

Her hand hovered over it, confused.

Then she pressed it.

—

Ring ring.

“...Mom?”

Yujin sat up in bed, breath catching.

You were beside her.

Alive.

The world spun. Time warped. Her hands were shaking as you stood up again, just like before.

“No, no, don’t—! Lock the door, okay?”

Yujin lunged.

“No—wait—!” she grabbed you before you could run. “Don’t go! Baby, please—”

“Let me go!” you sobbed, ripping free.

Same route. Same barefoot sprint. Same red light.

She chased you again, screaming louder this time.

Same truck.

Same blood.

Same dying words.

Same night.

—

She pressed the button again.

And again.

And again.

Each time she changed something. Each time she begged harder. She tried calling the police first. Tried driving you herself. Tried holding you down while crying into your shirt. Once, she even got there first — but the truck still came.

Every time you died.

Every time she held your body.

Every time she heard, “Take care of my mom.”

Until one night—

She pressed the button before you could even reach for your phone.

She sat up, panting, watching your sleeping face in the dark.

This time, she unplugged your phone. Hid it.

When you woke, confused, she smiled.

“It’s okay,” she whispered. “Let’s just… sleep in today.”

But you frowned. “I feel weird,” you said softly. “Like something’s wrong.”

She shook her head, pulling you into her arms. “Nothing’s wrong. I’ve got you.”

You rested your head on her chest.

And then—

You sat up suddenly. “I need to go.”

“No—no,” she whispered, terrified. “Where?

“I don’t know,” you whispered. “I feel it. Something’s wrong with Mom.”

She grabbed your arms, begging you. “Baby, please—don’t. I’ll go, okay? I’ll go instead. Please.”

But you kissed her cheek with that same soft smile.

“I have to.”

And the street claimed you again.

—

Loop after loop. Nightmare after nightmare. Yujin stopped sleeping. Stopped eating. Stopped talking to anyone but you. You — the girl who kept dying. The girl she loved so deeply, so desperately, that she tried over a hundred times to beat fate itself.

Once, she handcuffed you to the bed.

You cried.

And when she left the room to get water, you managed to undo it with a hairpin and run anyway.

Another time, she confessed everything. About the button. The loops. Your death.

You looked at her with wide eyes. You cried with her.

And when she fell asleep that night in your arms, she woke to the sound of the door slamming.

And a truck horn.

And silence.

—

Then one night.

You died in her arms again. Barely breathing. Bleeding. Crying.

But this time, you looked her in the eyes. And your hand reached for her face.

“Yujin,” you whispered, your blood pooling beneath you. “Don’t press it again.”

She froze.

Your voice was soft. Cracked. Full of love.

“You… you tried so hard,” you said. “Thank you. For loving me.”

“No—no,” she sobbed. “I can still fix it. One more time, just one more—”

You shook your head, coughing. “I’m tired.”

She held you tighter.

“You’ll never move on,” you whispered. “Not if you keep going back.”

Tears poured down her face. She pressed her forehead to yours.

“I don’t want to live without you.”

“You can,” you said. “You have to.”

The lights above flickered.

Your hand went limp.

And Yujin…

Didn’t press the button.

—

It sat on her nightstand. Red. Unmoving.

She stared at it for hours.

Then she picked it up.

And threw it out the window.

—

Spring came. Your mom moved in with her sister. Yujin visited her every weekend. They cried together sometimes. They laughed, too.

Yujin still dreamed of you. Your soft smile. Your sleepy voice. The way your hand always found hers at night.

But she didn’t try to go back.

She kept walking forward.

For you.

For the one more night you’d given her.

And the hundred more she gave up.

Because love wasn’t holding on forever.

Sometimes, love was letting go.

—

Author’s Note:

guys pls don’t come for me i KNOW i’m in my angst era and no i’m not stopping 😭 i love angst, i live for it, and yes i fully cried writing this bc the idea was too good to stay in my head. yujin being trapped in a time loop just trying to save the love of her life?? yeah, it hurt me, too. if you read this and feel something—anything—just know i’m hugging you through the screen. thank you for letting me break your heart a little 💔

[melanchoire]

WHAT DO WE THINK ABT RIDING G!P COWGIRL WONYOUNG…. 😞

i’m already making a cowgirl wonyoung fic (it’s in progress) BUT let’s talk about cowgirl wonyoung in the process 🔥

cw: breeding + creampie, choking (kinda), degradation, riding.

how about... going to a halloween party and deciding to make a couples outfit with your girlfriend? you two were the sweet and charming couple in your group of friends and quite a few people in college thought you were the star couple because who wouldn’t love the lovely jang wonyoung and her sweet girlfriend?

wonyoung is the one who decides what costume the two of you could wear: cowboys. at first, it seemed a bit repetitive, being an idea like the typical joker and harley quinn or angel and devil. this being wonyoung, you thought she would choose something more original or iconic because it’s wonyoung!! but you knew that even if it was something basic and common, wonyoung would know how to make it her own in her own way and would know how to leave her own mark

so she is here, walking all over the room waiting for you to come out of the bathroom because you two would have to leave the house and head to the party any minute but you were taking forever to finish getting ready and she was starting to get impatient 😮‍💨 just when she was planning to knock on the door and ask you to hurry up, you open the bathroom door and call her name; wearing a tiny denim skirt that barely covered your ass, paired with a red and white plaid cropped shirt tied just below your tits, and of course, the shirt was unbuttoned, revealing the tempting curves of your cleavage and the soft, smooth skin of your abdomen

wonyoung is aware that she's the one who told you what to wear and lent you some clothes from her closet, but she didn't expect you to look so like that, so... slutty. she mainly chose those clothes because she knew that you usually preferred to wear looser clothes or just something not so revealing or “provocative”, but the image of your cheerful and naive expression contrasting with the tiny–sized clothes was playing with wonyoung’s sanity

and yes! she was already starting to get hard. she didn’t know if it was seeing that cute cowboy hat on your head, or the small t–shirt trying to hold your breasts in, or the short skirt hugging your butt that with any slightest movement would probably ride up instantly, or the cowboy boots that matched your hat perfectly — whatever the choice, wonyoung could feel the bulge forming under her jeans, which made her curse under her breath as she smiled sweetly at you when you passed by her and did a little turn to show her your look 🥰

skksiaisa wonyoung barely able to control her hands around you 😩 opening the door for you as you arrive at the party, keeping her hand on the small of your back as you two walk through the crowd of people, practically sticking to your side during the short time you were with your group of friends… ohhh and when it was time to dance she would make you turn your back on her, all to pretend to dance close to you when she was just looking for the perfect excuse to grind her cock against your ass without seeming needy

until she notices that there are people who start looking suggestively and practically eat you with their eyes 😤 wonyoung wasn’t subtle at all with her behavior on the matter; dirty looks from head to toe, fake smiles, witty or mean comments but with a malicious tone… all of this was worse because she had some alcohol in her system, so you weren’t really aware of her actions when she grabbed your wrist with her whole hand and dragged you out of the party!

and also not being able to control herself on the way home... yes, she had her gaze firmly straight ahead and was quiet in a way that transformed everything into an uncomfortable silence, but one hand on the wheel and the other resting on your thigh, sliding slowly up and down and occasionally squeezing your flesh, there was something in her body language that warned you of what was coming…

getting out of the car almost the second you parked in the garage, coming around to open the door for you and basically dragging you out of the car, closing the door with a slam that was even painful… ohh and the way she grabs you by the neck and slams you against the wall the moment you two walk through the door of her home and it closes behind you 😵 if anyone saw that, they could say it was a blow that would leave your back sore for days, but since you loved wonyoung’s rough and menacing side, you would love for this to be an everyday routine 😇 it is

“and to think i’m going to be the lucky son of a bitch who gets to fuck this sexy cowgirl tonight…” growling lowly and leaning down to nuzzle your neck, inhaling the sweet, intoxicating scent of your perfume and almost moaning at the hypnotic smell

“i’m going to ruin this pretty outfit of yours, baby. i’m going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk straight for days.”

wonyoung being so intoxicated by all the alcohol she consumed and totally dominated by jealousy and anger that she can barely stand up and even be able to fuck you 😭 so she forces you to ride her? of course~~

omg her leaving you completely naked except for the cowboy hat still resting on your head 😵‍💫 something humiliating and embarrassing for you because wonyoung still has her clothes on, only having unzipped her jeans and pulled down her boxers a little to free her cock, but even with that, she still had all her clothes on, while yours was lying in a crumpled heap on the floor somewhere in the room!!

OMG YOU KNOW COWBOYS HAVE WHIPS RIGHT? how about i propose... wonyoung tying the whip around your neck and using it as a leash 👀 keeping a loose grip on the end she is holding in her hand, giving it playful tugs from time to time, surprising you with a strong pull that makes you bring your face closer to hers only for her to order you to go a little faster or put in a little effort because she feels that you’re doing things without desire, practically forcing you to nod and promise her that you will put a little more effort into it and do it right for her because you want to make her feel good 😵‍💫

and if you thought wonyoung couldn’t be any meaner, you were wrong! she was angry as hell, added to that she was a little drunk and sleep was threatening to overtake her, so she was in the worst mood!

she wasn’t allowing you to touch her, which really bothered you because you needed to at least place your hands on her shoulders or neck to use them as support to ride her, but no! she warned you that you couldn’t even lay a hand on her, saying that if you feel like being touchy with someone you could go back to the party and be with one of all the guys who was giving you looks and and almost taking off your clothes with their eyes, as if she weren’t making you ride her cock right now 🥰 so she makes you settle for resting your hands on your own thighs, barely getting enough energy to ride her without getting tired from how much she was pushing you right now

and she looked attractive... resting her head against the headboard, the front brim of her cowboy hat casting shadows that fell across her cheeks, highlighting her sharp jaw and her full lips that were starting to swell from how much wonyoung was biting them...

until wonyoung gets fed up with you taking so long and decides to take matters into her own hands 😭 grabbing you by the neck and switching positions with you, grabbing you by the ankles and pushing your knees against your chest, forcing you into a mating press and using her body to push your legs further into your chest to the point where you’re practically bent in half 🫠 of course she makes sure you stay in that position, hands resting on the back of your knees and taking it upon herself to push them further against your chest whenever she feels you’re getting too comfortable

pinning you to the mattress and fucking you in a way that wasn’t letting you have any kind of coherent thought 😩 wonyoung was ramming her cock into you at a relentless pace, loving how your breathing was so ragged you sounded like a panting dog, breathy moans coming from your lips, the volume getting louder and louder… she would have said something about wanting you to look into her eyes while she destroys your pussy, but seeing your eyes roll to the back of your head on their own was something that was driving her crazy and had unlocked something new in her

wonyoung was trying to contain her moans from the beginning, but she reached a point where she could no longer repress them, giving in and giving in to her pleasure, whimpering more and more loudly and starting to say “baby please please please–” when she was the one who had complete control of the situation and you couldn’t do anything about it 😭 she always tries to maintain a mean and dominant attitude, but the best part is when that facade breaks and she ends up being nothing more than your sweet girlfriend who just wants to please you <3

cumming inside you with a sweet moan, filling you with her seed completely to the brim 🫠 wonyoung dropping her head forward, burying her face in the crook of your neck and panting in a noticeably agitated state, completely exhausted

and if you thought that was the end of things, you were very wrong! because yes, wonyoung gets up on top of your body and gets off the bed, making you think that she would prepare the bathroom for you to take a shower to calm down after a hectic moment, but she just starts taking off her clothes, letting you know that she wasn’t done with you yet and that cute cowboy hat still 😇

[ducktoo]

How to take care of Jiwon

IVE's Liz x Reader

Note: Anon, hope this was something you were asking for (I think). Twas' a fun prompt and I enjoyed it frfr. Feel free to DM me ur thoughts!

(This German girl do be looking cute-)

“Again?”

You don’t even look up from your computer screen. You already know who it is.

There’s a quiet giggle, followed by the sound of someone shuffling through your things. You sigh, rubbing your temple before shooting a glare at the intruder currently invading your workspace—none other than Kim Jiwon(or Liz), your childhood friend turned global idol, standing beside your desk like she owns the place.

“Can you not touch my stuff?” you grumble, snatching a framed photo from her hands before she can get any ideas.

She blinks at you innocently. “You keep this here?”

You glance down at the picture, already knowing which one she’s referring to. It’s an old, slightly faded photo from elementary school—Liz, missing her two front teeth, flashing a peace sign, while you stand beside her with the grumpiest expression imaginable. You had never liked taking pictures, but Liz had insisted back then. Looking at it now, you don’t even remember why you agreed to keep it on your desk.

“It’s just decoration,” you mutter, setting it back down.

Liz hums, but there’s a knowing glint in her eyes. “Sure, sure.”

She doesn’t leave. Of course, she doesn’t. You’re already used to this little routine.

Despite her packed schedule, Liz always finds time to drop by your office whenever she’s at the company. She claims it’s because she’s curious about what you do, but you know better. The real reason? She just enjoys annoying you.

She picks up your stationery, taps at your keyboard, sometimes even steals your coffee—because “staff coffee tastes different.” You tolerate it because, well… it’s Liz. You’ve known her since you were kids.

It’s still crazy how you both ended up here…especially after how you reunited.

-

To this day, you still don’t know how the hell that situation happened.

You had only been working at Starship Entertainment for about a month at that point. Just a regular staff member, trying not to get scolded, running around delivering paperwork, managing schedules—nothing out of the ordinary.

Then came that time.

One of your first bigger assignments had been to handle some logistics for IVE’s new comeback. Simple enough. Make sure the equipment was working, ensure the space was ready, help with any requests—it was routine.

What wasn’t routine was somehow ending up in a storage closet with a girl in a hoodie, a bucket of spilled cleaning supplies, and the worst case of déjà vu you’ve ever experienced.

…Let’s back up.

That day, you had been in a rush, carrying a stack of documents for the management team when you took a wrong turn down a hallway you didn’t usually use. It led to one of the storage rooms, where cleaning supplies and extra equipment were kept.

The door was slightly open.

Then, without warning—

CRASH.

Something—or someone—barreled right into you, sending both of you stumbling backwards into the closet.

The door slammed shut behind you.

Silence.

For a moment, you just laid there on the floor, trying to process the fact that you had just been body-slammed into a janitor’s closet. Your head throbbed. You could hear the faint creak of a mop falling somewhere nearby.

And then—

“…Wait. Grumpy?”

You froze.

That voice. That stupidly familiar voice.

Slowly, you looked up.

And there, crouched in the dim light, staring at you like she had just seen a ghost—was the one and only. Your childhood friend. The same girl you hadn’t seen in years.

In a janitor’s closet. With you.

What. The. Hell.

“…What are you doing here?” she asked, blinking rapidly.

You stared at her. “What are you doing around here in the management area?”

“I asked first!”

“I work here!”

That seemed to short-circuit her brain for a second. Her eyes widened, then darted to the staff ID clipped to your shirt. Slowly, realization dawned on her face.

“…You work at Starship?”

“Yes?!”

"Since when?!"

"Since I got hired, duh!"

Liz opened her mouth. Then closed it. Then opened it again. She blinked.

Then—

She burst out laughing.

“You—You actually work here?” she wheezed, clutching her stomach. “Oh my God, this is unreal. This is so unreal.”

"Tsk." You scowled. “Glad to see my suffering is entertaining you.”

“I can’t believe this! We literally grew up together, lost contact, and now you’re working for my company? This is insane.” She wiped at her eyes, still laughing. “And—wait, you of all people? You always hated dealing with people!”

“Yeah, well, life’s funny like that,” you muttered. You rubbed your temples, exhaling through your nose. “Okay, but why were you sneaking around?”

Liz suddenly looked away, suspiciously avoiding eye contact. “No reason.”

“…You were stealing snacks from the staff area again, weren’t you?”

Silence.

“…Maybe.”

Unbelievable. Some things really never changed.

-

And that was how you reunited.

You had spent a solid fifteen minutes stuck in that closet with Liz before someone finally found you two. The rest of the staff had been utterly confused, and you had to endure Liz wheezing with laughter for the rest of the day.

Ever since then, she had made it her personal mission to annoy you at work.

Which brings you to now.

“Alright, stay put. Don’t touch anything,” you warn as you stand from your desk, stretching your arms before grabbing your phone. “I need to get some files from the storage room.”

Liz, perched on the edge of your desk like she owns the place, swings her legs lazily. “No promises.”

You narrow your eyes. “I mean it. Hands off.”

She hums innocently, lips curling into a playful smile. “Of course, of course.”

You don’t trust her one bit.

Still, you leave, because you have to, but you throw one last suspicious glance over your shoulder before stepping out.

The door clicks shut…and Liz immediately disregards your warning.

“Don’t touch anything,” she mocks under her breath, rolling her eyes. As if she could ever listen to that. "Bleh. What are you, my mom?"

She stretches her arms with a yawn, then lazily lets her fingers drift across your desk, poking at whatever looks mildly interesting. The keyboard? Tap. A stack of documents? Poke. Your half-empty coffee cup? Swirl.

And then she sees it.

A small, slightly worn notebook tucked beside your monitor, the corner peeking out as if daring her to take a look.

Curious, she pulls it free and flips it over in her hands. The second she reads the cover, her breath catches in her throat.

"How to Take Care of Jiwon the Annoying Child"

She blinks. Once. Twice.

Then, a slow, delighted smile spreads across her face.

“Oh?”

Her heart beats a little faster as she carefully flips the first page. The handwriting is neat—your handwriting. She skims over the lines, amusement bubbling in her chest.

Jiwon gets grumpy when she hasn’t eaten. Always have snacks on hand.

She giggles. “So that’s why you always have extra snacks.”

She flips to the next one.

She gets sleepy after eating too much. Don’t let her nap on the practice room floor. Would be annoying to tend to the sick Jiwon.

A small gasp escapes her lips. “Wait, is that why you always wake me up first?”

Another page.

If she’s sad, buy her ice cream. Preferably chocolate.

Her heart flutters. You really do notice everything, huh?

She keeps reading, her amusement growing. But then—

The notes start getting weirder.

If she starts humming randomly, she’s in a good mood. If she’s humming AND staring at me, she’s plotting something. Probably my usual dose of suffering.

Liz snorts. “What do you mean?”

DO NOT let her near a stray cat. She will try to take it home.

She gasps, clutching her chest. “That happened one time, trust me–”

If she says ‘Trust me,’ DO NOT TRUST HER.

Liz bursts into laughter. “Damn it! Okay, fair.”

The notes only get more ridiculous.

She once ate an entire cake by herself just to prove she could. Do NOT challenge her to food-related dares.

If she looks too smug, she probably stole my drink.

If she looks too cute and uses her dumb aegyo, she’s about to ask for a favour.

Her giggles come uncontrollably now. She flips through the pages quickly, eager to see what else you’ve written. But then—

The shift happens. The notes stop being ridiculous. They start being… something else.

When she’s nervous, she fidgets with her necklace. Let her hold onto my sleeve instead.

Her fingers touch her necklace instinctively. "Huh…you do wear long sleeves every time we meet…"

Liz acts tough, but she cries at sad movies. Keep tissues ready.

Her laughter softens. "No I don't…mostly…"

She overworks herself even when she’s exhausted. Sometimes she just needs someone to tell her to rest.

Her heart clenches.

And then, the last note. It might have been scribbled out but…She stares at it. She couldn't unsee it after once.

If she ever gets too tired, remind her she doesn’t have to do everything alone. Remind her that I’m here….

Her grip tightens on the notebook.

She rereads the words, once, twice—three times.

She always knew you cared. In your own way—grumbling, teasing, acting like she was the most annoying person in the world. But this? You had written this down. As if it was important. As if you wanted to remember, just in case.

As if she mattered.

Her chest feels warm.

The door creaks open.

“Alright, I got the—”

Your words cut off when you see her holding the notebook.

You freeze mid-step.

Liz is holding the notebook. Jiwon is reading the notebook.

Your stomach drops.

She looks up at you, notebook still clutched in her hands, her expression unreadable.

You stand there, the file folder limp in your grip.

Then, slowly, a mischievous glint appears in her eyes.

“You mother f—”

Before you can even lunge for it, Liz hugs the notebook to her chest, scrambling to her feet. Her breath comes out in an excited rush.

“Oh my god,” she breathes, eyes sparkling. “You do care about me!”

You feel actual panic set in. “PUT THAT DOWN. KIM JIWON.”

She takes a step back, holding it tighter. “No way! This is adorable! You—You actually wrote down how to take care of me?!”

You can feel your dignity slipping away.

“I— It’s not what it looks like—”

“Ohhh, let’s see what else—” She flips back to the earlier pages, reading aloud dramatically. “‘If she’s nervous, let her hold onto my sleeve instead.’”

Your ears burn as your hand subconsciously rolled up your sleeves in embarrassment.

"Oooohh, you're wearing long sleeve today as well, huh?!" Liz gasps, looking up at you with exaggerated shock. “You let me do that? Willingly?!”

You grit your teeth. “GIVE. IT. BACK.”

She twirls away, flipping through more pages. “Wait, wait—‘If she looks too smug, she probably stole my drink.’” She gasps in fake offense. “So that’s why you glare at me whenever I take a sip.”

You groan, dragging a hand down your face. “Jiwon—”

She keeps going, eyes darting across the pages. But then—

She reaches the last note again.

Her laughter fades.

Silence stretches between you.

She rereads the words, her fingers brushing lightly over the ink. Then, slowly, she lifts her head.

The teasing glint in her eyes is gone. Instead, there’s something softer. Something more sincere.

“…You really meant this?” she asks, voice quieter.

You shift uncomfortably. “U-um…I—”

Her gaze lingers on you for a moment. Then, before you can react, she lunges at you again, but this time, she hugs you.

You stiffen immediately.

“…Ya.”

She squeezes you tighter.

“Shhh,” she mumbles into your shoulder. “Just let me hug you, you tsundere.”

You stand there, unmoving, ears burning. Your hands hover awkwardly before—finally—you sigh and pat her back.

“…You’re so annoying.”

She giggles against your shoulder. “I know.”

After a moment, she pulls back, grinning. “Thanks for taking care of me.”

You roll your eyes, snatching the notebook from her hands before she can react. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t expect me to serialise this and give it to your members.”

She beams. “That sounds fun actually.”

[roseyuri]

⋆｡𖦹°‧ MAGNETIC ahn yujin x reader x wonyoung

💿 yujin & wonyoung flirting with yn for 10 minutes 1M views

masterlist. next

— 𝜗𝜚 clip one

yn tightened the blanket around her as she clapped for yujin who had just finished filming her scene for the music video for their comeback.

yujin walked over to yn with big smile on her face, “did I look good?” she asked with a teasing look in her eye, taking the bottle of water yn passed to her.

yn nodded her head before turning to the camera that was filming for their behind the scenes with a thumbs up, “really good.”

yujin hummed stepping closer to yn, “I look really good?” she asked while smiling at the flush that immediately makes its make to yn’s face.

yn yelps at how close yujin was getting stepping back only to bump into wonyoung who just walked up behind her.

yn let’s out another sound turning to face wonyoung who giggles at yn’s state, “it’s my turn do you think I’m gonna look really good yn?”

yn let out an awkward cough turning to look at yujin and then back at wonyoung “I think we will all look good.”

— 𝜗𝜚 clip two

the girls were gathered for a photo shoot, and yn was standing between yujin and wonyoung as they adjusted their poses, the camera zoomed in closer on three picking up on what they were saying to each other.

"yn, come closer," yujin murmured, wrapping an arm around yn’s waist, taking notice of the photographer motioning them to get closer, “you know we need to look good together."

yn’s froze at the contact, her face heating up as yujin pulled her in.

wonyoung, noticing yn’s reaction, lightly draped her arm around yn's shoulders from the other side, bringing them even closer. "don't be shy, Yn. We’ll take care of you."

yn tried her best to post , caught between yujin and wonyoung, unable to hide her embarrassment, causing the staff to laugh in the background.

— 𝜗𝜚 clip three

yn was sitting in the van, staring out the window as the group drove to their next schedule. yujin, seated next to her, gently nudged her shoulder.

“yn, are you ignoring me?” yujin pouted playfully, leaning closer.

yn blinked, turning to face her. “what? No, I was just—”

before yn could finish, yujin rested her head on yn’s shoulder. “good, because I wanted to rest on you,” she teased softly, her breath tickling yn’s neck.

yn froze, feeling her face heat up again, but before she could speak, wonyoung, sitting in the seat behind them, leaned forward and lightly tapped Yn’s other shoulder. “yn, save some space for me, too,” she teased with a wink, sending yn into yet another flustered mess.

— 𝜗𝜚 clip four

during a live, the members were answering fans questions , and it was yn’s turn to answer a fan’s question about who she would choose to spend the day with if she could pick one member.

yn hesitated, unsure how to answer without causing too much teasing. “um… I guess I’d choose…”

before yn could finish her sentence, yujin leaned in with a playful grin, “oh, I know it’s me, yn.”

yn laughed awkwardly, trying to deflect. “well, I didn’t say—”

wonyoung cut in, scooting closer on yn’s other side. “but I know you’d rather spend the day with me, right?”

yn’s flustered face immediately made the fans go wild in chat while the rest of the girls laughed at her.

— 𝜗𝜚 clip five

during a break in rehearsal, yn was lying on the floor, exhausted, when yujin suddenly sat down beside her, close enough for their arms to touch.

“tired, yn?” yujin asked, flashing her a teasing grin. “you know, I could give you a massage if you want.”

yn’s face turned red at the offer, her mind racing. “I’m good…”

wonyoung, who was sitting nearby, perked up and walked over, kneeling down beside yn. “a massage from yujin? or one from me? which one do you prefer, yn?” she asked with a smile.

yn groaned, covering her face with her hands as both yujin and wonyoung laughed, clearly enjoying how easily flustered she got.

[pupyuj]

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

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

word count: 3.7k.

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

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

requested?: nope.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“will you let me?”

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

and thank heavens for that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“hm? what was that, unnie?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“whatever you want, my love.”

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