#hwang yeji fanfic

[fizzydrink698]

chemistry | yeji

kinktober day 6: mirror sex

pairing: hwang yeji x reader

word-count: 4.5k

genre: college au, dance class au, rivals to lovers

warnings: swearing, sexual content (oral sex, masturbation), reader has some pent-up issues regarding inferiority and more than a little fixation on yeji, misplaced feelings that eventually get sorted out healthily with a lil nudging

summary:

It hurt, sometimes, to look at her. In those little moments between run-throughs, when she would drop her performance energy and just be her for a few moments, you found yourself constantly looking over. It felt like you couldn’t help it, she just demanded your attention like that.

You hated it. And her.

You really hated her.

Five, six, seven, eight.

You hated her.

For the first eighteen years of your life, you had been the best dancer, in every class you took, in every performance you did. You were the one that the teacher would point to and go “like this, everyone, this is perfect.”

And then, you got to university – and met her.

All of a sudden, you weren’t getting the solos. You weren’t the best, you weren’t the example, because you just had to be in the same team as Hwang Yeji.

She was just…perfect. In everything she did, and it fucking infuriated you. It was like she exposed every single weakness you had. You felt so clumsy dancing next to her, you felt like an idiot for ever thinking you could go anywhere with dance. Every new showcase, you went head-to-head for the solo, and nine times out of ten, they went with Yeji.

Your rivalry had taken over your life. You would lie in bed, stare up at the ceiling and all you could think about was her. The way she picked up routines without a second thought, how fluidly she could move, her perfect lines, how she just…

Ugh, fuck her.

She infected every part of your life, even outside of dance. It was like every conversation just couldn’t go on without something forcing you to bring up Yeji. Arranging plans for the evening? You had to practise to beat Yeji. Studying for the next assignment? You were exhausted from staying up and watching recordings of old showcases Yeji danced in.

Anything could be traced back to Yeji. Anything.

“He’s cute,” Aisha, a friend of yours, pointed out over lunch one day. She was referring to a blond guy by the salad bar, trying and failing not to look disgusted as his loud friend loaded his bowl with croutons and pineapple chunks. “I think he’s in my art class.”

He was pretty cute, you supposed. It had been so long since you’d been interested in anyone, it almost felt weird to acknowledge it. But there was something about him that just…

“What’s his name?” You asked, brow furrowing.

Aisha raised an eyebrow, and you realised she looked genuinely surprised. At your question? No, maybe not. Probably the fact that you’d shown interest at all. “Begins with a H, I think. Hyunjin? I can find out if he’s seeing anyone, if you’re interested.”

Hyunjin?

You looked back over at him, narrowing your eyes. He looked almost familiar, had you seen him before? Somewhere on campus? Something about that bone structure, the body language…

The loud friend suddenly elbowed Hyunjin in the ribs, and when he nodded his head over to you, you realised you had been caught. Hyunjin turned his head, eyes finding you, and there was a brief second when you took his appearance in and thought maybe you would take Aisha up on her offer, look at that face, the little shy smile he was giving you, and–

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” you groaned, turning your head away sharply to squeeze your eyes shut and pinch the bridge of your nose before you had an aneurysm. “That’s fucking Yeji’s brother.”

With your eyes closed, you didn’t see Aisha’s expression as she paused, but you definitely heard the weird tone in her voice as she replied, almost amused. “Of course it is.”

Why was she everywhere?

Studio B has been closed for nearly a year for renovations.

Initially, the work was supposed to have been finished in a few months, but the budget had apparently run dry halfway through, and wouldn’t be finished until the start of the next school year when the department got a little more cash to burn.

The studio was deemed unsuitable to hold classes in, thanks to the half-finished flooring and bare concrete walls, and very few people had access to it.

You were one of those people. You’d been lent a key at some point last year when you helped out with the younger students, and apparently everyone had forgotten about it.

For once, you supposed, not being the centre of attention had its perks.

With Studio B, you had access to a practice space whenever you wanted, with no need to book ahead and no one else interrupting. It was the perfect way to catch up to Yeji, especially considering the upcoming showcase looming on the horizon.

That showcase was going to be headlined by duo performance, not a solo. On one hand, you wouldn’t have to compete with Yeji for the same spot. The two of you were the best in your group, you were the obvious choices and you’d passed the audition easily.

On the other hand, you would be sharing a stage with Yeji. Just the two of you alone. Every single move you made would be directly compared to hers.

You needed every bit of practice you could get because you just weren’t a natural like her. She picked up every little detail of choreography so quickly, every run-through she did was clean and fluid and purposeful.

This fact was only made more obvious by The Mirror.

In the initial stages of renovations, Studio B’s mirror had been removed – and revealed, for some inexplicable reason, that Studio A’s mirror was one-way. This wasn’t an issue when the two studio mirrors were back-to-back, but now?

You had a front-row seat to her practice sessions, whenever you came into the studio at the same time. You got to see just how fucking great Yeji could dance, even just rehearsing.

And because that fucking duo piece involved so much synchronisation, you had to dance move-for-move with her. It did wonders for your timing, you’d admit. Your instructor had said just as much, clapping her hands together after your most recent group rehearsal and – for once – complimented you on just how well you could move beat-for-beat with Yeji.

“You make wonderful partners,” she had told you. “The way you interact, the chemistry, it’s fascinating.”

It was infuriating, maybe, that you could only be praised after working so hard for so many hours on something that came to Yeji naturally. It got to you, having to dance in this barely-lit room, exposed timber and sawdust everywhere as your backdrop, copying Yeji’s movements as she danced in the light.

It hurt, sometimes, to look at her. In those little moments between run-throughs, when she would drop her performance energy and just be her for a few moments, you found yourself constantly looking over. It felt like you couldn’t help it, she just demanded your attention like that.

You hated it. And her.

You really hated her.

One night, you booked a few hours in Studio A. You needed the full-length mirrors, just to double-check your lines, and that was something Studio B just did not have.

Yeji was waiting for you inside.

She was standing in the centre of the room, arms crossed over her chest. For a moment, you thought she might have just finished a session right before yours. She was in her usual dance practice attire – sports bra, comfy sweats, her dark hair tied back in a sleek ponytail – but the absence of any sweat, any flush of exertion to her skin, tipped you off otherwise.

She didn’t just happen to be here. She specifically chose to be here.

For you, apparently.

Yeji shifted her weight from one foot to the other, looking uncharacteristically serious. “I know about Studio B.”

You froze.

“…What, that we have one?” You asked, evasively, shifting your gaze away from her. “Wow, you catch on quick, Hwang.”

She ignored the jab. “You know what I’m talking about.”

“Do I?”

“Yes, you do. You’ve been practising in there.”

You did your best to let the accusation roll off of you, but inside, your stomach clenched. “What makes you say that?”

“I had a weird feeling for a while,” Yeji said, calmly, and when your eyes darted back to her, you found her watching you. “Sometimes when I dance, I thought I could hear an echo. And then yesterday I was going through the floorwork part of the choreography where we hit the ground and…”

Fuck. You remembered that. You had even been happy at the time - the two of you were supposed to smack your hands against the floor at the same time, but Yeji didn’t. It seemed like she’d forgotten the choreo for that tiny portion, and you had been overjoyed.

Now, all you can think about is how loud your slapping the floor might have been. How much of a giveaway had it been?

Enough, apparently.

Your silence was enough to confirm Yeji’s suspicions, and you were surprised to see her jaw set. Her eyes flashed with anger. “It’s dangerous in there. They said they ripped all the flooring out, and…I can’t believe you were dumb enough to even try it. What if you got caught? What if you got injured?”

This was too much. You felt something sick and poisonous building in the pit of your stomach, spreading to your chest, knotting in your throat and choking you. The feeling of being caught out, the humiliation because how could you even explain this? That the only reason you took this stupid risk was because you’d never be as good as her without it? That without practising hours and hours every day, you’d look like an embarrassment next to her?

You tried to swallow down the lump in your throat, and forced a shrug. “I wanted some extra practice time.”

“Then practise with me,” Yeji exclaimed, incredulous. “This is our piece, we should be rehearsing together anyway! You could have just asked to share the studio during my time. I wouldn’t have minded.”

You pictured stumbling around, trying to get the choreography steps into your head, and perfect Yeji smirking to the side as she did every move flawlessly.

“No, thanks,” you retorted bitterly.

Yeji blinked, thrown for a moment, and then visibly stiffened with rage. You almost took a step back, as she shouted. “God, would you just get over yourself?”

“Me?” You said, almost recoiling, your voice rising in volume to match hers. “What about you? Why don’t you get your nose out of my fucking business? Why do you even care?”

“Because I’m worried about you! Especially if you’re doing stupid shit like this.”

You grit your teeth at the way her voice shook, at the way she was staring at you, like she was fucking…disappointed, or something. Fuck her. Fuck this.

“No, you’re not,” you said, dismissing her outright.

She scoffed, as if you were being the unreasonable one, and stepped forward. “Yes, I am.”

“Why?” You asked, matching her with your own step forward, dropping your bag to the floor with a loud thud. “Who cares if I get injured? Someone else gets my part in the routine, and you have nothing to worry about.”

“I don’t want anyone else doing this routine with me, I want you.”

If you were slightly more observant, if the rage-induced (Yeji-induced) blinders dropped for just a fraction of a second, you would have noticed the edge to those last few words.

As it was, you just kept pressing onward. “Why? Why does it have to be me? Why does it matter?”

Yeji squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head slightly, as if she just couldn’t comprehend your stupidity, and something in you burned at that, spiteful, hurt and–

“Because I like you, you fucking dumbass.”

You stopped in your tracks, faltering. It was like your brain crashed, or something, barely able to do anything more than replay her words, tripping over them, like a scratched record.

“And I know you like me,” Yeji added, challenging you. “Before you say anything.”

You choked, spluttering. “What?”

“You’re constantly looking over at me in class,” she pointed out, taking another step forward. “Like, all the time. It’s cute, how much you’re obsessed with me.”

“I am not obsessed with you–”

“Then, what? If you don’t like me, why are you doing all this?” Yeji asked, gesturing vaguely but animatedly around her. “Is it just jealousy? Is that it?”

You bristled at that, affronted. “I’m not jealous of you. I don’t want to be you, I…I just need to…”

You needed to be better than you were. Because the idea of looking dumb and clumsy and bad was just unthinkable, especially in front of…

In front of…

You stared wide-eyed at Yeji, pieces falling into place. There was a tiny split-second of charged silence, where you were lost for words, where Yeji stared at you with a look of dawning realisation.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Slowly, she took another step forward, closing the distance between the two of you almost entirely. You didn’t step back, but you felt something small starting to flicker inside of you. A new nervousness, an anxiety, an unsurety for what might come next.

Yeji lifted her hand, and the moment it touched the curve of your jaw, you felt a burst of something in your chest. Equal parts apprehension and anticipation.

“Yeji…” you murmured, her name slipping out of your mouth. You weren’t sure what it was. A warning? A confession? The voicing of the one thought that had been tormenting you constantly for months now?

Yeji paused at the uncertainty in your voice, and maybe she would have pulled away, had you not given into the temptation to lower your gaze to her mouth. It was quick, brief, just barely even a look, but she caught it.

Emboldened by it, she leaned in and kissed you.

You expected kissing Yeji to feel weird, or confusing, until your body and brain were able to catch up to this sudden revelation.

Instead, there was a rush of sensation that just felt right. Like a sigh of relief, like your brain was suddenly shouting this is what I was trying to tell you the whole time. It was intoxicating, almost overwhelming, a release of something that had been building for months, if not years.

She must have realised something similar, because for a first kiss, this was astonishingly bold. Instead of a mere peck, Yeji parted her lips slightly, moving her mouth against yours. You followed suit, after a second’s hesitation, your tongue just barely brushing against her lower lip.

Your hands immediately went to her waist, warm and bare under your hands. Your fingers curled inwards, nails scraping gently against her skin. Yeji’s response – a quiet little noise, almost like a hum but not quite – sent something electric coursing through you.

You didn’t know where to go from here. Where did you even start? You wanted everything and anything, you wanted to touch every part of her body that you had stared at in practice, you wanted to slide your hand up and inside of her bra and glimpse what had been hidden to you on a body you’d fixated on for so long that you felt it burned into your mind.

Yeji broke away, and something akin to pride swelled within you when you realised she was breathing just a little heavier. “See? We could have been doing this the whole–”

Impatience overwhelmed you, and you cut Yeji off by pressing your lips to hers once more. She seemed to accept this without complaint, curling an arm around your hips to pull you closer. You stumbled only slightly, just a half-step, in your urgency to draw even closer. One of your hands flew up to the back of her head, and after a second of fumbling, you removed her hair tie.

Fuck, her hair was perfect. You wanted to run your hands through it, you wanted to tangle your fingers in it and pull, you wanted to see what it looked like in your fist. All of it, all at once.

So horribly, unfairly pretty.

She slid the hand that had been cupping your jaw down, along your neck, onto your shoulders. Her palm sat nestled against your collarbone, and you imagined it sliding even lower.

You felt her hand twitch, as if she were thinking the very same thing.

“How long did you book this room for?” Yeji murmured, pulling back only slightly to speak, her lips still brushing yours.

“An hour,” you replied, heat blooming in the pit of your gut at her question, at all it implied.

You felt her grin, felt her open her mouth to say something – before hesitating. “Maybe we should stop here, for now.”

Your response was not a whine, but only through sheer self-restraint. “Why?”

She laughed a little, but it wasn’t unkind. Endeared, maybe. “We’re going kind of fast,” she noted.

“I don’t care,” you retorted. Now that you knew what this had been, just why you’d been so fixated for so long, the idea of holding off whatever was building here – and for how long? Hours? Days? Weeks? – horrified you. You knew what you wanted, waiting wouldn’t change that.

Yeji was proving insistent, however. “We should…like, talk, at least.”

“We can talk,” you argued. “Right now, if you want. Just keep touching me.”

Yeji laughed again, but this laugh was a little less innocent. When she leaned in again, her lips found your neck, and you made the softest of noises. Her hand slid down to your chest, squeezing it just shy of roughly, but enough to draw another noise from you.

“You’re very responsive,” she observed, enjoying the way you shivered when the pad of her thumb brushed your nipple through the fabric of your top.

You swallowed, closing your eyes. “I…I just know what I like.”

“Could have fooled me,” she teased, her hand moving again.

“That was…” you trailed off, inhaling sharply, when her hand slid under your top. “That was different.”

Yeji didn’t respond, content to watch your reactions as she played with you. You felt yourself relaxing under her touch, losing yourself for a few moments, letting your brain finally take a rest from how much you’ve been overthinking…everything, apparently.

Yeji only stopped kissing you when she needed to – when she had your top in both hands, and pulled it up over your head to remove it. You lifted your arms willingly, eyes opening to see Yeji staring completely unashamedly at your chest.

Oh, Yeji wanted you. It still felt surreal, and it only just really clicked, but Yeji really wanted you.

Your eyes met again, and Yeji’s face flushed. Still, she couldn’t help but grin. “I swear, anytime you wore that blue sports bra, I wanted to cry.”

You blinked. You knew the sports bra she was talking about, it was one of your favourites. But you didn’t wear it often, because… “It’s a little small for me.”

She grinned wider. “I know.”

Your face burned.

“So, you…” you mumbled thoughtlessly, tongue two steps ahead of your brain, and you were a little embarrassed to finish this train of thought. You got the feeling, though, judging by Yeji’s expectant expression, that it was a little late to avoid it now. “You, like…actually like me.”

Yeji raised an eyebrow. “Have I not made it very obvious yet?”

“OK, fair-“

“Because I can try harder,” she said, her eyes suddenly gleaming. “Get on the floor.”

An hour ago, if someone had told you that you’d be taking orders from Hwang Yeji without complaint, you would have laughed in their face.

You swallowed, a little nervous and a lot turned on, and lowered yourself to your knees. Maybe, if Yeji had remained standing tall, it would have been a little too much – but she matched you every step of the way, joining you on the floor.

Her knee slotted itself between your legs, and maybe you’d mistake it for an accident, if you hadn’t spent so much of your life noticing how very good Yeji was at making the most subtle of movements look incidental when they were very much deliberate.

For a while, you did nothing more than kiss – which felt like a pretty simplistic description for something so overwhelming. It didn’t account for the way your hands roamed Yeji’s body, the way it felt hearing every noise she made, the expression she made when you bit the bullet and ground against her thigh.

Eventually, though, her hands found the waistband of your leggings.

“Tell me if you change your mind,” Yeji said, very seriously. “No matter when, or what I’m doing. This is…this is fast.”

Not really, you wanted to argue. Not when it felt like the last six months had basically been foreplay between the two of you.

Still, Yeji’s seriousness gave you pause.

“Same goes for you,” you told her. “If you really do want to stop and talk first, we can. I don’t want to just…”

You trailed off, as Yeji’s gaze dragged along your body. You couldn’t imagine what she saw, as you lay under her, but whatever it was made her visibly swallow.

“…Let’s save the talking for later,” she decided, fingers hooking under your waistband. She pulled it down, just a few inches, just enough to expose the lacy edge of your underwear. “Fuck. Maybe talking’s overrated, actually.”

You wanted to laugh. You probably would have, if it weren’t for the distraction of Yeji lifting your hips up, removing your leggings slowly and discarding them to the side with barely a second thought.

She kept hold of your leg, lifting it up just slightly above the floor, and began to press a trail of kisses from your knee upwards. You let your head slump backwards against the floor, eyes closing, breath catching with every other kiss, trying so hard to remain patient as she got agonisingly close to where you needed her most.

Infuriatingly, she got as close as the top of your thighs before diverting away, planting a kiss in the dip of your hipbone. You whined, hands itching to grab her by the head and nudge her back to where she should be. Your head lolled to one side, and it was only when Yeji pushed your underwear to one side that your eyes opened.

To discover the reflection of you and Yeji in that full-length mirror.

You made quite the sight, the pair of you. You couldn’t help but stare, captivated, as Yeji ducked her head, and–

“Fuck, Yeji,” you cried out, torn between closing your eyes and keeping them open and fixed on the sight of Yeji between your legs. You felt yourself clench around her, in part due to that visual of a fully-clothed Yeji, kneeling before your very naked body, face buried between your thighs.

You rocked your hips against your mouth, and a sick little thrill rushed through you when you realised you could watch the way your body moved, the rhythm of it. You could see Yeji’s grip tightening around your thighs just as clearly as you could feel it.

You were so distracted that you didn’t even notice Yeji glance up at you, not until you saw her in the mirror, the way her eyes followed where you were looking, and the way her reflection met your eyes.

You snapped your head back to look upwards, towards the ceiling, but it was too late.

“Are you…staring at yourself?” Yeji asked, pulling away from where she was doing unspeakably wonderful things with her tongue.

“No,” you replied, too quickly, too panicked.

“You are,” she said, vaguely accusing, unable to hide her smirk.

“I’m not, not like…I’m just trying to wrap my brain around this actually happening,” you explained, tripping over your words a little. “And that’s, like…proof that it is.”

Yeji raised an eyebrow, but nodded once, understanding.

And then, her smirk deepened.

“Keep watching, then,” she said. “Let me put on a good show for you.”

Before you could react, Yeji hiked your thigh up over her shoulder, exposing you further, and she ran her tongue along your folds in one slow, long stripe. As she began to swirl the tip of it around your clit, you shuddered, gaze returning to your reflection.

This was almost overwhelming, as Yeji found the exact rhythm and pressure that made your toes curl. Your hand found her hair, carding your fingers through it, letting your fist ball in it as she continued to unravel you. Every breath that left your mouth was accompanied by a whimper, as the sensations began to build and build and build. There was a very strong chance that you were going to cum embarrassingly quickly.

“Yeji,” you breathed, gasping between syllables, and she met your stare through the mirror again. She didn’t look away once, maintaining eye contact, and you couldn’t help but squirm even more under her. “Please…fuck, I…Yeji…”

She held your stare, and you watched her reflection as she slowly, deliberately, slid her own hand into her sweatpants.

You choked, hips jerking up against her, and finally tore your gaze away from the mirror to look at her directly.

She was perfect from this angle, face flushed and slick, dark eyes moving to peek up at you through her lashes. You couldn’t quite see what her hand was doing from here, but you felt the vibrations of her moan against you, and you watched her eyes briefly flutter shut before opening again.

“You’re…fuck, you’re gorgeous,” you admitted, unfiltered thoughts just tumbling out from between your lips. “Perfect. Always…always thought so–Yeji, fuck, please…”

You were going to cum, you were absolutely going to cum.

Yeji seemed to pick up on this, and one particularly ungodly flick of her tongue had you tumbling over the edge. Your vision whited out, like you were almost literally seeing stars, the force of it almost punching your moan out.

It took you a good minute or so to recover, only doing so when Yeji’s increasingly loud whines broke through your orgasm-induced haze. You blinked, brain slowly returning from its temporary mush-like state, to find Yeji with her eyes shut, hand apparently working furiously.

You sat up, room still spinning slightly, and leaned forward to press your mouth to hers. She responded eagerly, sloppily, moaning loudly against your lips. You fumbled with the drawstring of her sweatpants, eager to slide your hand in alongside hers, when she suddenly cried out, her entire body shaking. She collapsed against you, panting, lost in her own climax. You smoothed a hand over her back, rubbing soothing circles into the exposed skin there, and – out of sheer impulse – pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“Fuck,” she mumbled, out of breath, burying her face into your neck.

You realised how much you liked her there, how much you liked her curled up against you.

She suddenly laughed, just a little, breathless.

“Wait ‘til they get a load of our fucking chemistry now.”

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Yeji x Reader: A letter I can't send

A/N: Big shoutout to @cwpiqwon for the photo graphic, and @elly99 for introducing me to writing the letter. Trying something new(i just feel it looks cooler/more human this way, hope yall like it:)

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pink (like the holes in your heart) (ryujin/yeji)

Yeji leads a completely ordinary life—she works in a cafe by day, and dances at a club by night. She has friends, and her life is good. For the most part, she's content. But one night, she meets a hot older woman, and opens a new world full of new dangers and new delights.

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Characters: Yeji, Ryujin, the rest of itzy

Genre: romance, fluff, angst, smut, age gap, stripper!au

Pairing: Ryujin/Yeji

Warnings: AGE GAP (older ryujin, younger yeji), d/s themes in smut, mommy kink, bdsm and general rough treatment, alcohol mentions, sex work (nothing wild)

Rating: Mature

Length: 4k

I put this disclaimer on all my age gaps - I don't condone large age gaps in real life as these relationships tend to have an imbalanced power dynamic. However, because this is fiction, I can warp the world to my liking and guarantee everything is the way I want. Also, it's fiction, and we're all just here to have fun. If you don't think you're going to have fun, you can leave the way you came. I promise it'll be fine.

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The day everything changes starts like any other day. 

Yeji wakes up around ten. It’s Monday, and she usually gets off work earlier on Sunday nights, since the cafe closes at eight instead of nine. And since she swore off working anywhere that sells coffee on Monday mornings, she gets to sleep in and take the day to get ready for her shift at the club. She puts her hair up just so it’s off her neck, and wanders from her bedroom to her cramped little kitchen, adding water to her coffee machine and turning it on, absently scrubbing at the handful of dishes she left in the sink the night before as she waits for her coffee to brew.

Coffee made and dishes washed, she makes her way over to her couch, sitting carefully and pulling up her texts on her phone to see what she missed when she was sleeping. Not much—just a text from Yuna saying she got home safe, and a text from Chaeryeong asking her to “call me and don’t stop if you don’t hear from me by three”. Yeji sets a reminder and folds her legs up into criss-cross-applesauce, reaching for her TV remote. If Chaeryeong doesn’t need to start getting ready until three, then she shouldn’t, either.

Chaeryeong dances at the same club Yeji does, though she’s been there longer and has a wider client base. That’s why Chaeryeong only works one job, while Yeji works two. It’s not necessarily that Yeji needs the cafe job—she’d survive without it—but she likes to have a backup plan. And besides, Yuna works almost all the same shifts she does, so it’s kind of fun. 

Yeji, though she’s a year older, graduated university at the same time as Chaeryeong. She had to redo a grade when she was younger, bedridden with a complication of illnesses. She spent a lot of time in the hospital that year, and missed way too much school to make up in time to move on with her age group. Since then, she’d just embraced being older than her classmates, and she’d made a couple of pretty good friends along the way.

Chaeryeong is the best of them. She was already working part time at their club, Crown, when they were still in university, so when they graduated and Yeji realized she wasn’t going to pursue a traditional career in music like she’d planned, Chaeryeong had vouched for her at Crown, and Yeji had been offered a seat at the table. She made herself indispensable quickly—she’s always been a talented dancer, so it wasn’t difficult for her to adjust. Besides, she likes performing, so it’s a win-win. At any rate, she brings in money, which is really all anyone can ask for. 

Crown doesn’t cater to a specific clientele—instead, they advertise what they have, which is mostly girls, and then whoever wants to show up can stay as long as they pay. As Chaeryeong had once put it, people are people and money is money. Yeji has to agree. Though she’s always identified as straight-ish, she doesn’t mind dancing for women. There’s something nice about it, something safer, so she can’t complain.

Yeji spends the day half-assing chores around her apartment and lying in bed scrolling social media, letting her brain melt inside her skull. She deserves it, she thinks, after last week. She’d taken on extra shifts at both the cafe and the club, so this week she’s going to take it easy. At least dancing is simple, and comes naturally to her, and she’s coming off a slow Sunday evening at the cafe.

Three rolls around; Yeji’s phone buzzes to remind her to call Chaeryeong, so she pushes herself up out of her bed, putting her phone on speaker and going to rummage through her closet as it rings.

“I’m up.” Chaeryeong sounds groggy. “Thank you.”

“Welcome,” Yeji replies. “Late night?”

“Yeah, we had a puker,” Chaeryeong says, disgust entering her voice. “I had to spend forever washing it out of my hair. Didn’t get to bed until, like, seven because I couldn’t find a ride home.”

Yeji makes a face as she pulls out a tight black bodysuit. It’s made of a satin-y material and has a heart cutout to show off her cleavage; she throws it on her bed and moves on to her shoes. “That’s gross, I’m sorry,” she says. “I dunno how it hasn’t happened to me yet.”

“You’re scarier, I think you intimidate the really drunk ones,” Chaeryeong says. “Or I just have really bad luck. What are you wearing tonight?”

“My black heart-cutout bodysuit, and I think my red pumps with the heart shaped heel?” Yeji pulls them out and holds them up to the light. “And I’m gonna put my hair up in those triangle minibuns.”

“Ooh, cute,” Chaeryeong gushes. “Okay, sounds good. I’ll wear white, then.”

“Virgin fantasy?”

“Virgin fantasy,” Chaeryeong confirms. “You know how they are. Okay, I have to eat, so I’m gonna hang up, but I’ll see you soon!”

“See you!” Yeji calls, digging through her bag to make sure she still has her makeup kits. Her phone beeps faintly; Chaeryeong has ended the call. 

* * *

The bus ride is pleasant. It’s still cold enough that Yeji can throw sweats and a jacket over her outfit, so no one looks at her funny when she sits down. Her shoes are in her bag, with a backup pair of black stilettos just in case. She knocks her Converse together at the heels as she waits, tapping in time to the music in her headphones.

Familiar shops blur by in the late afternoon light. It’s still early spring, so the sun is weak, but still Yeji has to squint at her phone. In their group chat, Chaeryeong has written, Yuna fighting! Tomorrow we’ll treat you to celebrate.

If my exam doesn’t kill me first, Yuna has written back, along with a string of various crying emojis.

Cheer up, Yuna! Yeji types. You’ll do fine! And no matter how bad it goes, just remember Chaeryeong got puked on last night, so it can’t be as bad as that.

Why would u say that, Chaeryeong sends.

Thanks guys, Yuna says. Yeji can almost hear her giggle. 

Yuna’s a couple years younger, and still in school. She works at the cafe around her class schedule, and spends a lot of her free time studying. She comes to the club sometimes over the weekend to surprise Yeji and Chaeryeong with dinner or some kind of treat, but it’s rare since she’s still a student and has plenty else going on—especially now, with midterms coming in strong. At least Yuna’s first final is for her math course, so she can get it over with.

Yeji realizes she’s only a few blocks away from her stop, and reaches up to pull the cord, standing carefully as they swing around a corner. She hikes her bag up on her shoulder, taking slow, measured steps to the door. The bus lurches to a halt, doors creaking open, and Yeji steps out into the brisk evening air.

It’s already loud and chaotic backstage when Yeji pushes her way inside. Chaeryeong is there, carefully applying some eyeliner in the mirror. She doesn’t look away from her reflection when Yeji approaches, just gives her a “hey”. 

Yeji unzips her jacket, shaking it off. “I like this,” she says, nodding to Chaeryeong’s outfit. “Is it new?” 

Chaeryeong twists a little, trying to show her lacy crop top and panty set off without standing. “Yup,” she says. “Got it two days ago. I just hope I don’t get puked on again tonight, I don’t know how I’ll get the stains off.” She shudders; Yeji makes a sympathetic face.

“I have a stain remover stick I swear by, Judy,” one of the other girls, Karina, says from Chaeryeong’s other side. “You’re welcome to borrow it if something happens—you too, Lucy.”

“Thanks,” Chaeryeong says warmly.

They use stage names just to protect their privacy—and to make themselves more memorable. One- or two-syllable names are usually best, though clearly it isn’t a hard and fast rule. Aside from Chaeryeong, Yeji doesn’t know any of her coworkers real names, and they don’t know hers. She’s sure with time, some of them would become her friends, but she’s only been here for about six or seven months.

Yeji changes her shoes and then shoves everything but her makeup into her locker and sits down next to Chaeryeong. The noise around them swells as more girls show up, as more fashion emergencies occur, as drinks get passed around. Yeji takes only one. She likes to stay lucid unless it’s a special night. Besides, all she does is dance. Even in the private rooms, her clients know not to touch her unless she tells them to, so there’s no need for liquid courage.

That’s the other thing about Crown: it’s safe. Mom runs a tight ship, and she doesn’t hesitate to ban customers who make her girls feel uncomfortable. She also doesn’t have qualms with firing girls for causing drama, even if they’re good performers. Though she can be strict, they all know it’s for their own good, and that she has their best interest in mind. Plus, she usually brings them pre-show snacks.

A mini croissant appears under Yeji’s nose. “Hi, Mom,” she says, meeting her eyes in the mirror. Just like the rest of them, Mom’s real name is unknown. She’s just Mom.

Mom smiles. “Hi, baby,” she says. “Eat up. We haven’t done carbs in a while, and some of you are getting too skinny. Can’t dance if you don’t eat.”

“Thanks,” Yeji says, accepting the croissant and tearing into it happily. It’s flakey on the outside and soft in the middle; Mom must have baked them herself just this afternoon.

Yeji has a solo stage tonight, so she spends a little extra time to make sure her makeup is perfect. Luckily, the newbies are opening while they wait for the club to fill, so she has a little more time to fuss in the mirror. Chaeryeong stays back to help her with her hair, even though she could be out pulling clients.

“You have a solo,” she says when Yeji protests. “And half an hour isn’t going to bankrupt me.”

Yeji is waiting in the wings when her name is announced; she strolls onstage, waving to a few regulars she recognizes before immersing herself in her dance. Her only prop is a chair—unlike Chaeryeong, she’s not good enough at pole yet to base a whole routine around it—but the small crowd that’s formed around the stage presses closer. She can feel the warmth of their bodies when her choreography brings her closer to the front.

She’s breathless by the time her set ends. Luckily, cleanup isn’t necessary, so she slips backstage to touch up as the next girls come on. The club went digital some time ago, so any tips are made through devices around the room and at tables. Though it takes some of the old-school fun out of it, it’s efficient, and definitely more secure. After deductions, it all goes into their weekly paychecks, which are deposited into their accounts every Tuesday. Some clients still like to tip in physical cash, but that rarely happens for stage performances. It’s usually reserved for private dances, where they can be sure the money ends up in the right hands. 

Yeji wanders through the crowd, pausing to watch the girls currently on the stage for a moment, smiling to herself faintly. Though it’s loud, the bass thrumming through her entire body, there’s something peaceful about this. It’s her second home, where she gets to do what she loves, where she’s surrounded by other girls who love the same things. 

“It’s Lucy, isn’t it?”

Yeji turns, blinking at a woman standing just a foot away. “Yes,” she says, smiling to cover up her surprise. Though it’s not the first time, Yeji is rarely approached by women. Maybe it’s the hair today; sometimes men are put off by complex looks. “What can I do for you?”

“I think I’d like a dance.” The woman is sizing her up, almost, as she says it. Yeji takes the opportunity to look her potential customer over. She’s about the same height as Yeji, though a little shorter, even without the heels. She’s wearing white slacks and a silky blue button down dress shirt. Her hands are in her pockets, and some of her black hair falls into her face, casting shadows. Yeji can’t quite be sure, but something tells her this woman is older than her—by a pretty significant margin. No matter. People are people, and money is money. She’s pretty, age aside; maybe it’s this that makes Yeji’s heart stutter in her chest. 

“A private dance?” Yeji asks.

“Mm,” the woman hums. “I’d rather not share. I’ve been told I don’t play well with others.”

Yeji giggles; she would’ve even if the joke wasn’t funny, but this is genuine. “Let me bring you to the bar, then,” she says, reaching out a hand. “One of our boys will get us all set up.”

Instead of taking her hand, though, the woman offers her arm instead. Yeji takes it, somehow flattered. Hand-holding is for kids; being offered an arm feels much more sophisticated.

Yeji’s given the key to one of the rooms about halfway down the hall. She hooks her finger around the keyring and leads the woman towards the back. “I haven’t seen you here before,” she says as they walk, just to make conversation. “Is it your first time?”

“No,” the woman says. “But I’ve only been coming for a couple of weeks. I don’t go out much.” Yeji looks at her and sees her smiling. “I’m too old to be going out every other night.”

“You don’t look that old to me,” Yeji says, truthfully. Sure, she clocked her as older, but she would be surprised if she was a day over thirty-five. “You have beautiful skin.”

The woman laughs softly. “Thank you,” she says. “You don’t need to flatter me, though.”

“I mean it,” Yeji insists. “It’s better than mine.”

They stop in front of the door; Yeji extracts her arm so she can unlock the door. “I doubt that, but I’ll take it,” the woman says. “But I didn’t come here for flattery. I came here to watch a very pretty girl dance for me.”

“I know,” Yeji says, holding the door open for her with a smile. “Please, make yourself comfortable. Would you like to order anything?”

The woman shakes her head. “I’d like to remember you,” she says simply, and a shiver runs all the way up Yeji’s spine. Something in her tone sits with her, or maybe it’s just the way her gaze is dark and heavy. Yeji can feel it still, even with her back turned. 

Yeji rarely actually gives a full, honest-to-god lap dance, just because it kind of limits her. There’s only a certain set of moves you can do when you’re trapped in someone’s lap. She’ll get up close, but she doesn’t often do what she’s about to do now. 

Yeji turns the volume down on the speakers before hitting play, then turns and crosses the room to her client. She sinks a knee into the plush leather of the couch, just inches from the woman’s thigh. She rolls her hips forward, reaching one hand out to the back of the couch to help her balance. “This okay?” she asks softly. “You can touch me, you know, I don’t mind.” Yeji doesn’t really know where this is coming from, either; usually she just guides her clients’ hands to her hips and moves out of range if they try to touch anywhere else. But she wants this woman’s touch everywhere. “I’ll tell you if I don’t like it.”

The woman doesn’t need any more encouragement. She brings one hand up to Yeji’s waist; the other she slips through the gap between Yeji’s hip and arm, laying her palm flat against the small of Yeji’s back as she lowers herself onto the woman’s lap.

The music thrums in Yeji’s ears like a second heartbeat as she gathers the courage to look the woman in the eyes. It’s not difficult, usually, but something about this dance has been different since the beginning. It’s not fear or anxiety, though; it’s a thrill of something else, something sweeter. Something darker, too. Yeji meets her eyes and finds her watching, waiting, like she knows what Yeji’s going to do next before Yeji does.

“Never give them power over you.” It was the first pointer Chaeryeong gave her. “They pay us, yeah, and if they like it, you can act submissive as much as you want—especially if it’ll get you a good tip. But it has to stay make-believe, do you understand what I’m saying?” This kind of intensity is rare from Chaeryeong, so Yeji nodded her head. “No matter how much you think you like them. They come here to escape into a fantasy. You come here to work. The instant you find yourself slipping into the fantasy too is when you’re in trouble.”

Yeji fights to keep her head above it. Sometimes, she’ll catch herself and brush it away, but it’s easy, it’s always so easy. So why is it hard now? She grinds into the woman’s lap, trying to hide how badly she wants more without coming off as timid, bringing her free hand up to the woman’s cheek. “What do I call you?” she asks softly. “You never told me your name.” Usually, when that happens Yeji’ll just call her client something like baby. They like the intimacy of it. But somehow, that doesn’t seem right here. This woman isn’t her baby, no matter how good Yeji is at playing pretend. 

The woman’s smile is lazy, though her eyes are sharp and keen. “What do you want to call me, babygirl?”

Yeji is glad for the red lights; they hide her blush. “I dunno,” she admits, trying to keep her tone coy. “That’s why I’m asking.”

“Hm.” The woman runs her thumb back and forth over Yeji’s hip bone. “I like to be called a lot of things. Miss is good. Ma’am is better.” She pauses, cocking her head, like she’s trying to gauge Yeji’s reaction. “Mommy is best.”

“Mommy,” Yeji breathes immediately, not even to please her, just because she wants, wants to say it. It feels right. 

The woman’s smile grows. “Good girl,” she says softly, and Yeji thinks her body might be on fire. Nothing’s felt like this—and isn’t that pathetic? Nothing, not all the boys she’s kissed, not any of the crushes she’s had, certainly not any of her other clients.

“Yeah?” she asks. It comes out more breathless than she means it to, heart pounding in her chest, in her head. “You like it, mommy?”

“I do,” the woman agrees. “Perfect for me, such a good dancer.”

Never give them power over you. Chaeryeong’s voice is in the back of her head, a warning. No matter how much you think you like them.

But, oh, Yeji doesn’t think Chaeryeong’s ever met someone who made her feel like this. It’s like the ocean tide, Yeji’s wanting, helpless against the gravity of the moon, waves cresting slowly, so slowly she didn’t even notice at first. Not until now, not until she’s seconds away from going under.

So what? Yeji thinks. Why not, just this once?

She can’t look away, can’t tear her gaze from the woman’s eyes. There’s no sharp edge to the way the woman is looking at her now; it’s all gentle, all careful intent, like she knows she’s already caught Yeji. She doesn’t have to try anymore—not that she had to try very hard to begin with. Yeji was hers from the beginning.

The minutes blur together. Yeji lets her body take over; dances like these are easy to her now. All she can see are this woman’s eyes, always clear, always watching, even when they’re half-lidded. She murmurs praise Yeji just barely registers, head already too full of everything else. Her hands are hot on Yeji’s back, her hips, her thighs, and still it’s not enough; with a jolt, Yeji realizes what she really wants. A vision of this woman above her tears into her mind, her smile, her lips, her fingers, her—

Yeji stifles a gasp, but the woman’s eyes flash anyway. Her fingers twitch, and for one instant, Yeji allows herself to imagine that she wants it too—all of it, every scene of the movie that’s playing in the back of Yeji’s mind. She leans close, chasing it, and feels the hot wind of the woman’s breath on her cheek, and shakes.

And then the song ends, and Yeji is wrenched from a dream. She crawls off the couch, almost staggering, like she’s drunk, only all she’s had today is water. She blinks, and the woman blinks back. She’s smiling, Yeji realizes.

“Do you work here most nights?” the woman asks, reaching for her pockets.

Yeji nods, trying to find her voice, trying to find her way back to earth. “Usually,” she manages, hoping she comes off as flirtatious instead of awkward. She doubts it works, but she gets points for trying, right? 

The woman produces a wad of bills; standing, she presses them into Yeji’s hands. “Thank you,” she says, “for the dance.” 

The words are lodged in Yeji’s throat. She shouldn’t ask. She should accept the money, thank her, say goodnight. But she can’t help it. “Will I see you again?” she asks as the woman opens the door, holds it for her. “Mommy?”

The woman smiles, following her back out into the hall. “I think you will,” she replies. “I think I want to see you again.”

Yeji doesn’t know why the relief sluices through her like poison, why it makes her weak. She nods again. “I’d like that.”

They’re nearing the floor now; the bass pounds, loud and demanding. But Yeji doesn’t miss the woman’s smile as she peels away, wide and expectant. “I’d like that, too,” she says, and then she turns and walks across the room, leaving Yeji alone with a stack of bills growing sweaty in her palm. She watches as the woman makes her way towards another woman her age, as they link arms, as the other woman gives her a kiss on the cheek. Yeji’s heart sinks. Of course she has a partner, of course she’s out on a date. Why would someone older, someone so beautiful, be alone? And why should Yeji care? A lot of her customers have partners; why does this feel different? Yeji watches them leave, eyes almost unblinking as they follow the two women out the door.

“Oh my god.” It’s Chaeryeong, at her shoulder. Yeji startles, tearing her gaze away from the exit. The music floods back into her ears; she doesn’t know when she stopped hearing it. “Is that your tip? Those are hundreds.”

Yeji stares at her for a second, and then brings the bills up to her eyes. Chaeryeong is right; five one hundred dollar bills are growing sweaty in her fist. “Yeah,” she says faintly. “I guess they are.”

“Did you check them?” Chaeryeong asks, tugging her towards the register.

Yeji’s stomach flops. “No,” she admits. “I… I…”

Chaeryeong’s gaze turns from shock to concern. “Are you okay? Did you drink something, or…?”

Yeji shakes her head, handing the bills over to one of their servers to verify. He checks it over, under a flashlight, then a UV light. At long last, he hands them back, shrugging. “They’re legit. Congratulations, Lucy.”

“Thanks,” Yeji replies, folding them and slipping them into her bra. Chaeryeong is still staring. “What?”

“Who was that?” she asks. “Did you get her name?”

Yeji shakes her head. She feels like she’s floating, her mind far away, swimming in that woman’s waters. Mommy, she thinks. She thinks about the warmth of her palms. “No,” she replies dimly. “I don’t know.”

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[hwangyeddeongie]

hiii can i request a yeji fluff where you pull the "dodging my girlfriend's kisses prank" on her? thank you in advance!

hello! this ask was so cute I couldn’t not do it. enjoy!

yeji x fem!reader

You have always wanted to pull a prank on your girlfriend, but never found a right time or prank to do so. So when you see a prank trending where people dodge their partner’s kisses, you know you have to try it.

It’s harmless and easy, and you’re curious to know how Yeji would react to rejection from you, even if it was only in jest.

You decide to act on Yeji’s day off.

You wake up before her, leaving the bed to make breakfast. You know she hates it when you leave her alone in bed, and it’s a subtle way to start off the prank.

Not subtle enough, evidently, because less than ten minutes later, Yeji’s shuffling out of your shared room and into the kitchen, where you’re cooking at the stove.

You feel her arms wrap around your waist and she drops a kiss to your shoulder.

“Why are you up so early?” She mumbles, sleep heavy in her voice. “You know I hate waking up alone…”

“Sorry, baby,” you lean back into her embrace. “I made breakfast.”

You plate your breakfast of eggs and bring it over to the table, and Yeji goes in for a kiss.

You swiftly dodge it by turning your head to the side, making her land her kiss on your cheek instead of your lips.

She frowns a little, but doesn’t mention anything as she takes a seat across from you.

After you finish breakfast, Yeji goes to take a shower, and you lay down on the couch, scrolling on your phone.

A few minutes later, Yeji comes out, hair damp from her shower, and she crawls into your arms. She attempts to kiss you, but you manage to shift away just in time.

She lifts herself up, hovering over you, brow furrowed. You glance up at her from your phone for a moment before ignoring her completely.

She tries to kiss you again, and you turn your head away. This time, it’s obvious that you’re avoiding her kisses, and her frown deepens.

She grabs your face in her hands and leans in, but you wrestle out of her grip.

“Baby,” she whines, shoving your shoulder. “What are you doing?”

“What do you mean?” You feign innocence.

“You’re dodging my kisses!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You deflect, your tone flat, but you’re biting back a smile at the adorable pout on your girlfriend’s lips.

She leans in, and once again you swerve.

Yeji gets off of you, sitting back and away from you on the opposite end of the couch. She looks hurt, and you start to regret this prank.

“Are you mad at me?” She whispers, eyes wide. “Did I do something to upset you?”

Your heart shatters, and you immediately sit up to scoop your girlfriend in your arms.

“Of course not, baby, I’m sorry.” You run a soothing hand up and down her back. “It was just a stupid prank I saw online, I’m not mad at you.”

She pushes you away, glaring at you.

“A prank?” Oh, she’s pissed. “Is this funny to you?”

“No, honey,” you try to backtrack. Your girlfriend, though adorable 99% of the time, can be intimidating when she wants to. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you would be hurt by it. I thought it was harmless.”

She loosens up a little, but she’s still a bit upset at you. You tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear and cup her cheek, stroking it with your thumb.

“I’m sorry, my love. Forgive me?”

She deflates at the pet name and nods, relaxing into your touch. You lean in to kiss her, and she dodges.

“I guess I deserved that,” you say, laughing.

“Mhm, how’d you like a taste of your own medicine?” Yeji quips, raising an eyebrow.

Instead of replying, you pull her by the back of her neck into a deep, slow kiss. When you pull away, breathless, you grin and cock your head.

“Do you forgive me now?”

Yeji’s cheeks are a little red, and she has a big smile on her face.

“Hmm, I don’t know,” she pretends to think. “I think you should kiss me again, just to be sure.”

You do end up kissing her again, and you give Yeji all the kisses she wants (and deserves!) throughout the day.

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[yujification]

press your number — hwang yeji

desc: It’s lewd and messy when Yeji finally slides it all the way in. Soft squelching sounds, that of which derived from the silicone stretching her pretty cunt out. You moan, a sharp whine coming from the back of your throat as she sits on your waist, biting your lip gingerly. “Fuck,” You swallow. “Good girl. Just like that.” You give her ass a nice hearty smack. She swats your hand away. You were only being kind, after all.

cw: strap sex, strap sucking, praise, unnie kink, cunnilingus, lowkey manipulative!yeji, gratuitous smut, kind of pwp

wc: 2.4k

note: i got crazy writers block halfway through…. um this is super half-assed…. my bad! + i pulled out the proper punctuation for this one plz dont ask why ….. i was feeling diplomatic

Groupmates doesn’t always equal teammates. In fact, your relationship with Hwang Yeji was more like something akin to a rivalry— always at each other’s throats with knives and blades (and tongues) waiting to slash (or lick).

It hurt. It hurt your heart how much she hated you and hurt your head even more.

“I have needs,” Yeji whispers, licking a stripe up the valley of your breasts, tasting of pure, unsaturated skin and flesh. Of salt. Of innocence. “And… when your unnies have needs, you need to help, yeah? I would’ve helped you. Do you need me to help you? Help you learn?”

It felt wrong, almost. Chanting her name, almost like a prayer, begging and pleading for release while Yeji buried her face between your thighs. You wondered if she cared. If she gave a shit how wrong it was.

It was mostly you doing the dirty work anyway, using Yeji’s thick, jet black 7-inch of silicone and thrusting into her rhythmically, drool loosely hanging off your lips and dribbling into her mouth and hair. You felt like it was a part of you. Like the strap-on was your own, like you could almost feel her tight, virginal cunt clenching around it. Neither of you had ever been with anyone else before. Being an idol meant limited social interactions, let alone time with normal civilians long enough to fuck them. You had to help each other, is what Yeji always said, but as far as you were aware, the others didn’t have late-night meetings like this. Yuna had admitted that she had kissed Chaeryeong before, years ago, but it meant nothing. This wasn’t kissing. This was raw. Felt real. Maybe too real.

“Feels good, unnie,” you whisper, burying the cock deeper, and letting Yeji adjust to it’s size.

Yeji grunts. It’s low and throaty and leaves you dripping. You shouldn’t enjoy this as much as you do, but it wasn’t like she would know anyway. “Is that a question or a statement?”

A statement. You play it off. “It was a question,”

“Sorry. Do you feel… good? Unnie?” There are awkward pauses between your words.

“Y-Yeah. Feels fine.”

Just fine.

You can feel it. You can feel when she comes, and not even in some bullshit spiritual way. You feel it. You don’t remember Yeji being a squirter, but suddenly she is, her juices leaking all over the silicone. You pull out, and almost want to take the strap off and lick everything off of it. You imagine it tastes good. Clean and salty.

You don’t. It’s too many boundaries to cross in one night.

“Another?” you ask, letting the one word speak for itself while your fingers hover over the clasps of the toy.

“Quality over quantity,” Yeji says, a little too blunt for comfort. You want to be offended, but you aren’t.

“Am I getting better?”

“You’re regressing,” But you know she’s lying.

You scoff. “You came in two minutes,” and it’s truer than ever. Maybe even less than that. You’d always had good waist control, and maybe that’s what made you such a good dancer. “I’m obviously not getting worse. That was quicker than last time.”

“Freak. You’re counting?”

“It’s only an estimate.”

Yeji adjusts herself. “Fine. Fuck me again, then.”

“Quality over quantity.”

Touché. Always witty, never afraid.

Any other girl would pout. Beg like a dirty whore and get on their knees. Anyone would kill for a chance to be with someone as high profile as you. Yeji, however, couldn’t care less about how much money you have or how many fangirls you have lined up just waiting to suck your strap clean.

“I want quantity. I said, fuck me again. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

You won’t. You’ll obey, but not as easily as usual. Not as much as Yeji wants.

“Ride me, then. I want you on top, this time.”

Yeji meets your request with a bitchy eye roll. “Fuck, yeah, okay,”

And it’s always that easy.

You settle on your back and Yeji straddles you. She’s wetter than normal. Her folds shine in the light, nearly glistening with heat. They’re swollen too. Puffy and needy.

She lines the silicone up with her entrance and sinks, and the words come out embarrassingly fast, “God, you make unnie feel so fucking good,” and she doesn’t stop them, pushing nearly half of the length into her before stopping, taking a breath.

“You can do it,” you encourage, hands firmly on her waist,

“Stop talking.”

It’s lewd and messy when Yeji finally slides it all the way in. Soft squelching sounds, that of which derived from the silicone stretching her pretty cunt out. You moan, a sharp whine coming from the back of your throat as she sits on your waist, biting your lip gingerly. “Fuck,” You swallow. “Good girl. Just like that.” You give her ass a nice hearty smack. She swats your hand away. You were only being kind, after all.

At the very least, it isn’t an attempt to be romantic. She hates corny shit, and this isn’t corny. Well, maybe it is— but not in that way. It isn’t cheesy. It isn’t stomach-churningly cute, or soft, or sweet. You’re fucking your leader with a huge piece of silicone and praising her for her good work. God knows she needs it. It might inflate her ego, and she might use this moment against you, but sacrifices have to be made for a good time. And this? This is a good ass time. For you, at least. With her reactions, you’re not certain if it’s reciprocal.

“I feel full,” Yeji notes, breath shaky, slowly quickening her pace, rolling her hips onto the strap as it slides in and out of her. “Think I’m gonna come,” She huffs.

“Already?” You want to laugh, but you don’t. It’s ironic how cruel she is to you, how ruthless and mean and intense your work relationship is, but how easy it is to break her. How quickly you can make her lose it. How you can ruin her and she wouldn’t even mind.

Yeji moans. It’s loud and rough and Ryujin is sleeping just one thin wall away, and if that doesn’t wake her up, you don’t know what will. Nothing will get Yeji to shut up, not even you, but you make an attempt anyway.

“Shush, unnie,” you urge, brows furrowed in frustration as you impulsively and autonomously buck your hips up into her.

It only doubles her reactions.

“You only, fuck, you only make it harder when you do shit like that,” She hums, rocking on you, breath coming out in short gasps.

Finally coming down, Yeji climbs off of you and stands. Her knees shudder under her weight, understandably. Her cunt aches.

“I’m gonna go piss and get dressed. We have practice in thirty. Be ready.”

Another order. She’s good at giving those, evidently.

-

The next time it happens is a little less planned. Fuck it— not even that. It’s not prepared at all. It started off innocent, at least. If you get arrested for indecent exposure and get kicked out of your agency, you have an excuse. It’s her fault. It’s always her fault. Hwang Yeji is always to blame. She makes you like this, a horrific mess and a trainwreck of an idol.

“I could lose my job,” you say. “My life would be over,” you say. “All your fucking fault,” you say. You say, all while spilling your saliva all over her lips, messily pressing your lips to hers while you brush her wet and wispy red hairs away from where they stick on her cheek. You’re in full hair and makeup and wouldn’t like to ruin it, but maybe it’s a little necessary. Such an irresponsible leader, letting you ruin yourself in the bathroom of a music show. She doesn’t even seem phased with her clit against your skin.

Lucky for you, Yeji’s stylist wasn’t quite finished yet. Her makeup wasn’t finished below her nose and she was still wearing the clothes she came in — well, only half of them, anyway. Her skirt was splattered across the tile and her panties dangled off of one knee as she sat on your now bare thigh, A fistful of orange hair was left tangled in your hands, spilling out of your palms as she rides against your thigh. You always want to praise her. Tell her that she’s a good girl for letting you fuck her so close to showtime, but it almost aggravates you how careless she is. You could get caught. Not just by a groupmate— that wasn’t your concern. Sure, it’d be awkward for someone to catch you in such a… compromised… position, but it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. They’d keep it a secret, you were sure of it. Worst case scenario was your manager. God forbid he walk in. You were confined to a stall, sure, but it didn’t even matter when you were cursing and whining into Yeji’s slutty mouth, nearly begging her to keep going. Freak. How were you even getting off on this? She wasn’t even doing anything to turn you on, and somehow, some way, you were turned on anyway. Women tend to have that effect on you.

Yeji stopped rather abruptly, words still hesitating to come out. Your fingers duck down and push generously against her clit.

You aren’t trying to embarrass her, of course not. But, it feels a little good to make her shy, shuddering needily against your thigh. “Good fucking god, unnie,” you breathe, licking hotly up her neck, damp with sweat. “So fucking wet, all for me?”

She covers your mouth with the palm of her hand, eyebrows threading together in a twisted furrow while she lazily humps against you.

When she comes, it soaks your thigh, thick wetness dribbling down your leg and dripping onto the floor. “You made such a mess, unnie.”

You aren’t trying to embarrass her.

Of course not.

-

Yeji hates it when you sleep in her bed. She doesn’t think you’re unhygienic, or anything. You’re fairly certain she would let you sleep in her bed after you fuck her if it weren’t for the fact that you kick. When you’re asleep, you destroy her just as bad as you do when you’re awake. Roughly slamming your heels into her knees, elbowing her in the jaw. The rule is no marks. No bruises, no hickeys, no bites. Even if they’re done deep in slumber. Nothing.

You’re both a little distracted. You feel a teensy bit gross, too. The strap is on Yeji this time, and she isn’t even really doing much— because she never really wants to do much.

Goddamned pillow princess.

(You don’t mind.)

The silicone comes out of your mouth with a sharp pop, saliva pooling on the corner of your lip. You can’t even get mad at Yeji, because she’s unbelievably nice when you take her down your throat. She knows it isn’t the most comfortable.

“You’re so cute,” she whispers, scratching at your chin softly like you’re an animal. Something about it is a little domestic, really. You’re like her pet, in a way. Always ready to obey her even if it means discomfort or displeasure. Who are you kidding? Fucking your leader could never bring you any sort of displeasure.

Is she even getting off on this?

“What’s the point? Of this? Of all this sucking? You can’t feel it. I can’t really feel it.”

“Preparation. Tolerance building. You’ll never be able to handle something bigger if you don’t get used to this first.” Yeji claims, hands smoothly tousling your hair.

A brow of yours shoots up. “I’m the one who fucks you, usually, though.”

“Not always. Can you just take it like a good girl and be quiet? Open wide, please? For unnie?”

The conversation ends with an eye roll, your mouth open, and Yeji’s hand on your jaw while she slides it past your tongue. It’s wet and warm in your mouth. And still, a little gross feeling. Who were you to object?

“You’re something else,” Yeji whispers. “So obedient. I used to wonder why you never reject, but I understand now. You have a crush on me, don’t you?”

You gag a little. Not from the dick halfway down your throat. More from the downright ridiculous words coming out of Yeji’s mouth.

“Don’t be crazy, unnie,” you whisper as you pull back, a string of saliva between your top lip and the silicone.

She scoffs.

“Okay,” and she pats your thigh and lifts you onto the bed.

“Unnie, I can’t take all of that. Not down there.”

Yeji cocks her head. “Sure you can.”

“I can’t.”

“Do you…?”

Yeah. You do. You’re not sure what it is that you do, but you do.

“Okay,” Yeji unclips the strap from her waist and lays it gently in the drawer it came from. A little too gently. Like she gives a fuck about it, or you, or this.

Her tongue feels good on you. All over you, in fact. While it drags down your body, from your collarbones to your stomach, tender strokes of the muscle, flexing around the softness of your skin and down to your sweet cunt. Her tongue glides between your folds, lapping up your juices like a crazed animal that had been without water for months. She hadn’t done this before— but you felt a tightness in your stomach that wasn’t unfamiliar, but wasn’t something you were used to.

Her mouth alternates between sucking at your clit and fucking her tongue into your hole, sending you onto a frenzy of flexing your abs and thighs, back arching against the bed as you writhe. A cold hand settles on your waist and the other situates on your thigh, holding your leg over Yeji’s shoulder. It’s new. Fresh, and soaking, and so, so good.

“You taste so good,” Yeji mumbles into your pussy, mouth burrowed between your legs. She’s better at this than you thought, and it almost makes you wonder if she makes other girls’ thighs shake like this. If other girls experience her tongue on them like this. Whether you’re the only one doesn’t bother you— you’re just curious. You don’t question it.

And when you come, everything feels like levitating. Some sort of telekinetic force lifting everything from the floor. It’s ridiculous, maybe. Oh, well. Looking up at you as your stomach and chest rise and fall like a tidal wave, Yeji smiles, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.

She’s something else.

#kpop smut #girl group smut #smut #girl group x reader #fem reader #idol smut #idol x reader #itzy x yn #itzy x you #itzy x reader #itzy smut #itzy x fem reader #hwang yeji #hwang yeji x reader #hwang yeji x fem reader #idol x fem reader #kpop fanfic #kpop gg #yeji x reader #yeji x you #itzy yeji #yeji x fem reader #hwang yeji smut

[bangchansdirty-slut]

The Half Sisters

Paring:Nerd!G!P!Yeji x reader x Cheerleader!G!P!Girlfriend!Yuna

Genre:Smut

Summary: You were initially going to Yuna's house to study, but that plan fell through.

More: Masterlist

A/n: Oh my God! It's my birthday. Anyway, my next posts will be about the stuff that was requested.

You waltz into Yuna's house, a spring in your step, ready to settle in for some quality study time with your cheerleader captain girlfriend. The familiar smell of Yuna's mom's homemade lasagna fills the air, mingling with the scent of her dad's aftershave. You head straight for the dining room to drop your bag, and that's when you hear it: footsteps, padding softly across the kitchen floor. Instinctively, you assume it's one of Yuna's parents, and you're about to call out a cheery "hey" when you realize something's off. The footsteps are too light, too feminine. Curiosity gets the better of you, and you sneak a peek around the corner.

There she is, bending over in the fridge, her lithe figure clad only in a pair of panties and a sports bra. Her glasses reflect the light of the kitchen, casting a triangular shadow across her cleavage. You're momentarily frozen, unable to believe your eyes, before it dawns on you: this must be Yuna's older half-sister, Yeji. She looks up, noticing you for the first time, and her face flushes a deep shade of crimson. "Oh! You must be Y/n, Yuna's girlfriend," she says, her voice slightly higher-pitched than you expected.

"Um, yeah… I am," you manage to squeak out. Yeji straightens up and walks over to the table, her movements graceful and fluid. "I'm Yeji, Yuna's half-sister. I didn't realize she had such a good-looking girlfriend. She's always been so lucky." Her compliment catches you off guard, and you can feel your cheeks burning now. "So, uh, what brings you here today?"

"Oh, just studying," you say, gesturing to Yuna's math textbook on the table. "We've got a big test tomorrow." Yeji nods in understanding and takes a seat across from you. "So, you two are really serious about your studies, then?" she asks, a playful glint in her eye.

"Oh, you know Yuna," you say with a grin. "She's pretty dedicated." Yeji smiles back at you, and for a brief moment, you can't help but notice how similar their features are. It's almost eerie. "And how about you? What do you study?"

Yeji shrugs, her movements graceful as ever. "I'm in my last year of law school, so I'm pretty busy with that. But I try to stay on top of things, you know?" She leans forward, resting her elbows on the table, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage. "So, how long have you two been together?"

You can feel your heart racing as you look into her beautiful eyes. You take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. "Um, well, we've been seeing each other for about six months now. It's been really great." You can't help but glance down at her crotch area, noticing that her panties are white with a thin blue stripe running down the side. There's an even more noticeable bulge there than before…

Yeji smiles at your comment, clearly pleased. "That's nice to hear. I'm glad you two are happy together." She leans in closer, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "But I bet I could make you even happier, right?" Her hand slowly begins to slide up and down your thigh under the table, making your heart race even faster.

You try to focus on your conversation, but it's becoming increasingly difficult as her touch becomes more bold. When she reaches the hem of your skirt and feels the fabric bunched up against your aching cunt, she grins wickedly and slips her hand inside. Your breath catches in your throat as she begins to rub your clit through your panties, her long fingers expertly massaging your wet cunt.

You feel your control slipping away, and as she continues to tease you, you can't help but moan loudly. Your hips begin to rock involuntarily against her hand, seeking more contact. Yeji leans in closer, her lips brushing against your ear. "Do you want more?" she whispers. "Do you want me to help you study?"

The thought of being alone with her fills you with desire, and you nod eagerly. "Yes, please."

Yeji grins, taking your hand in hers and leading you into her bedroom. The room is dimly lit, the only light filtering in from the hallway. She closes the door behind you and pushes you gently towards her bed. "Lie down and relax," she whispers, her voice thick with desire.

As you lie down, Yeji kneels beside the bed, her eyes trailing down your body. Her hand finds its way to your panties, slowly pulling them down your legs. You're left completely exposed in front of her, and the anticipation is almost unbearable.

She leans in, kissing your inner thigh before moving higher, her lips brushing against your sensitive skin. Her tongue flicks out, teasing your clit as her fingers explore your wet folds. You arch your back, moaning loudly as pleasure washes over you.

Yeji grins, watching you squirm beneath her touch. "You like that, don't you?" she breathes, her voice husky. "You like feeling me touch you."

Your answer comes in the form of a moan as she presses two fingers deeper into your wetness. She curls them, searching for your G-spot, and you arch your back off the bed, gasping. "That's it," she whispers, leaning in to kiss your neck. "Let me make you feel good."

Her fingers move in a rhythmic pattern, circling your clit as she continues to play with your entrance. You're so close, the pleasure building inside you, making it hard to think about anything but the way she feels against your skin.

As you moan, your hips begin to move in time with her fingers, seeking more contact. You feel yourself getting closer, the pleasure building inside you, and you arch your back off the bed, gasping. "I'm going to cum," you manage to choke out.

Yeji grins, leaning down to kiss you as you both feel the tension building. "Cum for me, baby," she whispers, her voice low and husky. "Let it out."

You feel your body tensing as you approach the edge, the pleasure coursing through you. You arch your back, crying out as you feel your muscles contract, your inner walls clenching around nothing as your orgasm crashes over you in a wave of intense release. Your body shudders, your vision blurs, and you let out a long, drawn-out moan as pleasure washes over you.

Yeji's fingers never stop moving, even as you come apart beneath her touch. She leans in, kissing you deeply, her tongue tracing the shape of your lips as your hips continue to move in rhythm with her fingers. When you finally begin to steady, she pulls her fingers away, licking them clean as she watches you, your chest still heaving.

Her hand finds its way back to your thigh, gently rubbing the sensitive skin there as she smiles at you. "You feel so good," she whispers, her voice low and sultry. "I could do this forever."

You feel a surge of heat in your core at her words, and you arch your back, pressing yourself further into the bed beneath her. "Do it," you breathe, your voice barely more than a whisper. "Please."

Yeji grins, and before you know it, she's positioning herself between your legs. The head of her cock nudges against your entrance, and you gasp as she pushes inside you. It's even tighter than before, but she doesn't slow down, thrusting deeper and deeper, her muscles flexing with each stroke.

She reaches down, her fingers curling around your clit, and begins to rub in a tight circle. "That's it, baby," she whispers, her breath hot against your ear. "Let it feel good."

The sensation is almost too much to bear, and you arch your back, moaning loudly. You feel so full of her, so stretched and sore in the best possible way. You try to move with her, to meet her thrusts, but she's too strong, too experienced. She's in complete control, and you can't help but surrender to her touch.

As you feel yourself building toward another orgasm, you glance over at Yeji, watching her as she watches you. Her eyes are dark and intense, her expression unreadable. But then, suddenly, she grins. "That's it, baby," she whispers, her voice husky. "Let it out."

And with that, she thrusts deeper, harder, faster, pushing you over the edge. You cry out, your body convulsing as pleasure washes over you in waves. Your inner muscles clench tight around Yeji's cock, milking her as you cum, and she growls, her hips bucking wildly.

It's almost too much. Your body feels like it's on fire, your mind reeling from the sensations. But somehow, it's perfect. As you come down from your high, you glance over at Yeji, who is just as sweaty and flushed as you are. Her eyes meet yours, and there's a look in them that you've never seen before. It's a mix of pride, lust, and something else you can't quite place.

You turn your attention to Yuna, who stands there, half naked and anger, her cock still hard against her stomach. You can't help but wonder what she must be thinking, seeing the two of you together like this. You wish you could ask her, but the words get caught in your throat.

Yuna shoves past you, throwing herself onto the bed. Her breath is ragged, her eyes darting between the two of you. "I can't believe you'd do this to me, Yeji," she spits. "You promised me."

Yeji chuckles, a cruel sound that makes your heart ache. "Oh, Yuna, you know I'm always the better fucker. It was easy." She watches you, a knowing glint in her eye. "But go ahead, be mad. It only makes it hotter."

You can't help but feel the heat in your cheeks as you lie there, your body still sore from the intense fucking you've just endured. You glance over at Yuna, wishing you could understand what she's feeling right now. Her eyes dart between the two of you, her expression a mix of anger and… something else. Longing, maybe.

Yeji chuckles again, her hand trailing down your chest and over your stomach. "Come on, Yuna, don't be such a sore loser. We all knew you couldn't keep up with me." She leans in close, her breath hot against your ear. "Besides, I think you liked it just as much as she did."

As Yeji's words sink in, you glance over at Yuna, whose face has turned an even deeper shade of red. Her eyes flick between the two of you, a mixture of anger and desire dancing in their depths. You can't help but feel a stirring in your loins as you watch her struggle with the conflicting emotions.

Yeji chuckles, her hand still tracing lazy circles on your hip. "See, Yuna? I told you she'd enjoy it. And look at her now, wanting more." She leans in closer, her lips brushing against your ear. "Why don't you give her what she wants, Yuna? Let her feel you inside."

As Yuna hesitates, you feel a surge of desire welling up inside you. You reach out, taking Yuna's cock in your hand and guiding it towards your opening. Cunt still slick from your earlier encounter, and she slides easily inside you. Her eyes meet yours as she begins to thrust, the familiar feeling of her inside you making you shudder with pleasure.

Yeji watches the two of you, a predatory grin playing across her lips. She straddles your chest, her weight pinning you to the bed as she lines up her cock with your mouth. With a sharp thrust, she sinks into your throat, choking you with the thickness of her arousal. Your eyes water, but you don't resist as she begins to fuck your face, her hips slapping against your cheeks in rhythm.

Yuna steps closer, her hand tracing over your stomach, teasing at the sensitive flesh beneath your navel. She leans in, her lips brushing against your ear. "You're so beautiful like this," she whispers. "So full of Yeji's cum." Her fingers slide lower, teasing at the hairs around your entrance.

The feel of her touch sends a shiver through you, and you arch your hips into her touch. She smiles, her hand finding its way between your legs. Her fingers dance over your clit, and you let out a moan, your body tensing as the pleasure washes over you.

Yeji watches you with a satisfied grin, her hips still moving in time with the rhythm of your lover's touch. "Oh, you like that, Yuna?" she teases, her voice husky with desire. "You like making her feel good?"

As if in response, Yuna's hand presses more firmly against your clit, her fingers dancing faster. You arch your back, moaning loudly on Yeji's cock as the pleasure builds inside you.

"That's right," Yeji says, her hips beginning to move a bit faster in your mouth. "Let her feel it. Let her make you cum." She watches with a satisfied smile as you writhe on Yuna's cock.

Yuna's cock goes faster, her thumb pressing firmly against your clit as she brings you closer and closer to the edge. You feel your body tensing, your muscles clenching in anticipation of the release that's building inside you.

"Yes," Yeji growls, her hips slamming into your mouth as she feels herself beginning to lose control. "Let her make you cum. Show her how good it feels."

Yuna's thrusts become more urgent, her body shuddering as she nears her own release. You feel her fingers dig deeper into your flesh, her thumb rubbing circles around your clit as she drives herself deeper inside you. The sensation is exquisite, the pressure building and building until you feel like you're about to explode.

Yeji watches you with a look of pride and possession, her hips undulating as she rides your face. Her moans fill the room, her pleasure clear in the way she arches her back and throws her head back in ecstasy. Her juices coat your tongue, and you can't help but taste her on your lips as you suck her cock, wanting to savor every last drop.

Yuna's thrusts are unrelenting, her body moving in perfect sync with her lover's rhythm. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and her eyes are half-closed as she focuses on the sensations coursing through her. Her free hand reaches down, teasing at her clit, her fingers moving in a blur as she nears her own release.

You feel your body tensing, your muscles tightening as your orgasm builds inside you. The pressure is intense, almost painful, but in the best possible way. You grip the sheets, arching your back as your hips buck upward, meeting Yuna's thrusts with equal force.

Yuna's cries fill the air, her body shuddering as she reaches her climax. Her juices spill over you, coating your insides as she cums deep inside you. She collapses on top of you, their weight pinning you to the bed, her chest heaving as she catches her breath.

You feel your own energy waning, your limbs growing heavy and weak. But just as you begin to drift off, you feel Yeji's strong hands on your hips, pulling you to your feet. "Come on," she says, her voice husky with desire. "Time for a shower."

Yuna giggles, her body still pressed against yours. "And maybe some more fun while we're at it," she adds with a sultry smile. You let them lead you to the bathroom, your legs wobbly from the aftereffects of your intense lovemaking.

#bangchansdirty-slut #itzy x reader #itzy smut #itzy imagines #hwang yeji x reader #hwang yeji smut #hwang yeji imagines #girl group x reader #girl group smut #girl group imagines #g!p idol #g!p itzy #itzy x you #itzy x fem reader #itzy yuna #shin yuna #shin yuna x reader #g!p yuna #idol x fem reader #kpop fanfic #yuna x reader #shin yuna x fem reader #girl penis #gg smut

[xxstar-girl]

GIRLS OVER FLOWERS

park seonghwa x reader x choi san

✩ SYNOPSIS: lee y/n is just a normal girl, who’s family owns a small coffee shop. she finds herself being accepted in kq-u, the prestigious private university for the wearily. after saving the son of the chancellor from a car accident

✩ PAIRING: park seonghwa x female!reader x choi san

✩ WARNING: suggestive themes, suicidal jokes, mentions of car crashes, explicit content

✩ GENRE: love triangle, smau, fluff, angst, crack, written, smut

✩ note: i will try to post twice a week, depending on how work will be beating my ass with annoying customers. this is also kinda inspiration from girl over flowers drama.

[AREA 51👽part1] [PRESTIGIES💰part1]

[AREA 51👽part2] [PRESTIGIES💰part2]

[OTHERS]

01: getting in kq university📝

02: first day

03: give me free cookies and coffee

04: down bad

05: invite your friends!

#ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez x reader #ateez imagines #ateez smut #university au #choi san #park seonghwa #kim hongjoong #kang yeosang #jeong yunho #song mingi #jung wooyoung #choi jongho #choi san x reader #park seonghwa x reader #hwang hyunjin #hwang yeji #yoon keeho #kim namjoon #jeon jungkook #lily jin morrow #choi lia #itzy #bts #nmixx #p1harmony #stray kids #fluff

[meowsforyujin]

more- yeji x fem reader (Drabble)

WARNINGS: !!smut!! (established relationship, oral, overstimulation)

!!this is entirely fictional!!

“Just a little longer princess, please fuck it feels so good.”

Three orgasms later, she’s still begging you for more, but who were you to say no?

You discovered yejis sinful desires a few weeks ago, when she begged you to keep going despite having came already.

“Please keep going please I want to cum again.” She’d begged you, and you definitely didn’t mind. Pushing all her limits, watching her unravel over and over back to back with no end.

You hummed against her, continuing to pump your tongue in and out of her swollen cunt. Her release was dripping down your chin onto the bed sheets, and he clit was bumping against your nose. She was so sensitive by now it took almost nothing for her to cum again, coating your face with more of her.

Her face was glistened with a generous coat of sweat, a few strands of hair sticking to her cheeks while her mouth hung open, almost drooling. Her chest moving up and down quickly, decorated with a combo of your love bites and the beautiful lace bra you bought her.

You came up to give her a light, soft kiss. She whined from the loss of contact, not knowing if she wanted more or not.

“Let’s take a break love, you’re sleepy.”

You say, moving her hair out of her face.

“Mm that was so good princess, you’re so good, all for me hmm?”

you kissed her nose, “All for you.”

#hwang yeji #yeji #itzy #yeji x reader #kpop fanfic #itzy yeji #itzy smut

[drvirgus]

Masterlist of Masterlists

Y/n is a 02´ (born in 2002)

an INTP

She´s 160cm (5´2 feet)

Requests are Open 🥹

Smau

Newjeans:

Minji X Reader:

XoXo

Behind bars

Protecting (my heart)

Itzy:

Yeji X Reader

Dorm Affair

Le Sserafim

Yunjin X Reader

Why you? (Ft. Chaewon)

Chaewon X Reader

Why you? (Ft. Yunjin)

Series

Newjeans:

Minji X Reader:

The Idol who cant Smile

Itzy:

Yeji X Reader:

The Life you dreamed of

Commitment & Responsibility

Yuna X Reader:

My Enemy

Ryujin X Reader X Yeji:

Itzy´s Manager

Twice:

Mina X Reader:

My Girl

Imagines

Newjeans:

Minji X Reader

The Japanese Steakhouse

Jealousy

I Love it when youre Sick

I´ll be there

Rainy Days

Thank you, Unnie

The Shooting Range

Video games

Haerin X Reader

CatxCat Energy

The Babysitters

Hanni X Reader

Visit from Australia

Show me your weakness

The Sleepover

Babysitting

Danielle X Reader

Whipped for Danielle

Itzy:

Yeji X Reader

My Mentor

Ryujin X Reader

My light in the Dark

Choose the next story and love interest:

Story

Love interest

#newjeans #newjeans minji #danielle #newjeans x reader #newjeans smau #haerin #newjeans hanni #newjeans hyein #hanni pham #minji x reader #hwang yeji #itzy yeji #ryujin #itzy #chaeryeong #shin ryujin #twice #mina #kpop #kpop gg #kpop idol #idol #love #le sserafim #story #stories #fanfic #le serrafim icons #kim chaewon #eunchae

[guillotinebypierre]

Continuation from last post

Following Y/n and Lisa's "closure", Y/n had been getting closer and closer to ITZY's leader.

To her other members, seeing Y/n in their dorm was becoming a common occurrence, even if Yuna, Ryujin, Lia and Chaeryeong secretely envied their leader for managing to get into the pants of the biggest name in the industry.

Speaking of Yeji, she had been everything one would want in a potential partner thus far.

Emotional support ? She had driven through the entire city of Seoul just to take care of Y/n when he said he was feeling down, giving him a shoulder to cry on, both literally and figuratively, while also telling him how much she and millions of people loved him and how great he is. Her acts of service even went so far that she stopped all her schedules to make sure Y/n was taking care of his health when she found out that he was sick.

Gift giving ? Yeji had become Y/n's borderline sugar mommy, buying him literally anything he wanted and even things he didn't want. During dates she made sure she was the one paying, much to Y/n's dismay. She claimed that just spending time with him was more than enough 'payment' from his side and that he should 'let mommy treat him right'.

Quality time ? It was hard for them to go more than two days without seeing and spending time with each other. Watching movies, going shopping, cooking together, just spending time in the studio together while either one worked on new music, practicing together, working out, you name it. No matter what the circumstances were, the two of them would always find time to see each other and most nights ended with them cuddling and falling asleep together.

Oh and of course, the sex was incredible. Y/n quickly figured out that Yeji was a freak in bed. From breeding kinks to bdsm and especially exhibitionism, sex with Yeji was never boring, never the same and never quiet.

Nevertheless, the two had a great relationship, and while many would write it off as the 'honeymoon' stage of their blossoming kinship, this was simply the result of a healthy relationship between two incredibly attractive young individuals. The two had their fights, every couple has them, but they would be quickly solved with words before the two made up and made out.

Today, however, was not one of those days. The pair was celebrating a milestone in their relationship as today marked six moths since they had been together. This was something to celebrate, so Yeji made sure to get a reservation at the most prestigious and expensive restaurant in the country.

It was late in the evening and the two were sitting inside Y/n's car driving towards the restaurant. Yeji wore a beautiful backless black dress with a teasing slit down the portion where her leg was. The dress hugged her figure nicely, revealing her hourglass shape and her nice ass. Her make up complemented the black of her dress while also bringing focus towards her beautiful eyes while her plump lips had a light layer of lip gloss on them and curved into a sly smirk as she realized Y/n was practically undressing her with his eyes as the car came to a halt due to a red light.

"Y/n stop eye fucking me and start driving, it's green again", she said while rubbing her lovers inner thigh.

Y/n wore a black two piece suit with a black satin dress shirt underneath. He left the top three buttons open in order to expose a part of his pecs and abs as he knew Yeji went feral over his body. He accessorized his outfit with an expensive silver watch, three of his favorite rings and one expensive chain that Yeji got him for his birthday. He wore Yeji's favorite scent, Maison Martin Margiela Replica Across Sands, a beachy, fruity yet also smoky scent which reminded her of their first night spent together.

Unbeknownst to both of them, their outfits were almost exactly the same as they were during that special night in with an awfully drunk, but also awfully bold Yeji, gave Y/n her number and basically started this whole relationship.

The ride soon ends as the two arrive at their destination with Y/n being slightly pent up as Yeji decided to tease him throughout the whole ride.

"Hello do you two have a reservation ?", a receptionist asks.

"Yes, a table for two under Hwang for 9 o'clock.", Yeji swiftly answered while smiling under her mask. The place was very high end, which meant that under normal circumstances they wouldn't have to worry about anyone snitching on them and their relationship, however one could never be too careful as there would very likely still be people willing to expose two of the biggest names in the industry going on a date to anyone willing to listen.

A waitress soon appeared and took the couple to their place, a table for two in a secluded area with a beautiful view of the city. She left them alone and gave each one a menu to look at.

It was at that moment that Y/n finally got around to look at the restaurant. It was an incredibly timeless interior design with high ceilings and large chandeliers over each table. The tables themselves were all custom made and had a beautiful cream colored cloth draped over them. The chairs were made out of teak wood and had a cream colored cushion. The cutlery was shining, stainless steel with a red design on its handle. There were a few indoor plants distributed evenly along the property. There was one large corridor which led towards the bathrooms and another one which presumably led towards the kitchen. The ambience was welcoming, it was warm and cozy, yet there was also a sensual component to it.

Y/n looked into the menu, his heart dropping at the prices before hearing the woman in front of him speak.

"Don't worry about the price, baby. I'm paying, just pick whatever sounds tasty to you. And I'm not taking no for an answer so shut that mouth before I make you use it for other purposes~", Yeji told him before biting her lip at the end of the sentence.

Y/n looked at Yeji, both in awe at her seemingly developed mind reading abilities and in awe at her beauty. She was a literal angel, a goddess among men. If they were in ancient times many would've mistaken her for Venus, hell even nowadays people might mistake her for the goddess of beauty. Her smile was enchanting, making Y/n lose all motor function whenever he got to see it, her nose perfectly crafted with love and care by any kind of omnipotent entity out there and her eyes, in his opinion the single most beautiful thing about her, almost hypnotic, unique in every sense of the word and somehow giving him a sense of safety, a sense of belonging, it reminded him of home, whether that was because she was his home or any other reason.

The waitress soon came and asked them for their orders. Yeji ordered a rugula salad with octopus and mango and a steak with potatoes. She was also kind enough to add an order of wine, leaving Y/n scared of what she would do when drunk.

"And what about you, Mr. ?", the waitress asked him.

"I'd like a-urgh" Y/n felt a foot rub up and down his crotch, slowly stroking his hardening erection as it expertly slid down the zipper of his pants before fishing his cock out under the table.

"Are you fine, sir?", the waitress asked Y/n while touching his arm, much to the dismay of Yeji who in return started stroking her boyfriend's dick with both her feet.

"Y-yes I'm alright thank you. I want one of your Wag-wagyu steaks with a side of roasted vegetables and the same salad she ordered pl-please", Y/n told her while trying to not let any groans and moans slip out.

"And what would you like to drink, sir?", the waitress asked as she finished writing down the order.

"One large bottle of......one large bottle of water, please.", he said while smiling, hoping that she ignored the fact that he had to take a break while talking as Yeji was now quickening her pace and giving him what was the best footjob he had ever received under the table.

The waitress soon left and Y/n let himself fall down on his side of the table.

"What are you doing Yeji", he whisper-yelled at her while she continued her attack of pleasure on his member.

"Don't act like you're not loving this. I don't remember seeing you this hard except for that one time when I gave you head in the middle of the airplane while Ryujin was sleeping next to us-", Yeji told him

"Not so loud, baby", Y/n interrupted her, afraid of someone hearing them.

"Relax baby. Besides, our appetizers are coming right now.", she said referring to the two waiters coming towards them.

The placed down her food and the drinks before telling him that they'd be back with his salad soon, one of the waiters taking his sweet time checking out Yeji. Y/n stared holes into the back of his head before he suddenly heard clattering beside him.

"Oops, clumsy me, always dropping something. I better pick that up!", Yeji exclaimed after obviously dropping her fork on purpose.

She slid under the table just as Y/n's appetizer came, and with it the waitress from before.

"Here you go, sir.", she said while smiling.

Y/n smiled back before looking at his plate, seeing a small piece of paper peaking out from under the plate. He grabbed it and started sweating, scared of what Yeji might do once she read it.

'If you and that girl don't work out or you just need someone else to take your mind off things, call me, handsome :) xxx-xxxx-xxxx'

Y/n started crumbling the paper into a ball while wondering where Yeji went, deciding to not dwell on it and start eating. At that moment he remembered where she was as he suddenly felt a hot, wet and sloppy sensation around his hard cock. Yeji bopped up and down while using two hands to stroke his dick at the same time, making small but noticeable slurping noises in the process.

Y/n slightly threw his head back as pleasure overtook him, both due to the inappropriateness of the situation and how good of a job Yeji was making. She hungrily went down on his dick, impaling her throat on it as he sneakily slid a hand underneath the table cloth and put it on the back of her head, guiding her through the motion of taking in his dick inch after inch.

With the other hand he tried eating his salad as well as possible in order to not look suspicious, that proving itself as more difficult than expected as he dropped the fork multiple times after Yeji suddenly took in his entire length and tightened her throat while licking the tip on its most sensitive spot.

Just as Y/n was slowly getting accustomed to Yeji's attack on his dick, the main course arrived.

The waitress put his order in front of him, scaring him and making him drop the crumbled paper with her message under the table. Very bad idea.

"Here's your main course! How was the salad?", she asked him bending over slightly and showing her cleavage.

"It was g-REAT", he answered while nervously smiling, having screamed the last part as he felt Yeji out of nowhere deepthroating his entire length in one go.

The slurping sounds under the table suddenly got louder, making Y/n panic and talk a bit louder than he had liked to again.

"I REALLY LOVED THE D-DRESSING ON THE S-SALAD. THE OCTOPUS WAS REALLY GREAT, TOO. PLEASE THANK THE CHEF FOR ME!", he said while smiling nervously.

"Oh that's great. Where's the girl you came with? Did she stand you up? I can keep you company if you'd like to?"

The slurping intensified as Yeji, probably out of jealousy or maybe even wishing to get caught, started giving him the best blowjob he had ever gotten, just as a reminder who he belonged to, as he felt himself getting closer and closer, his length throbbing harder with each passing second.

"NO- no, she just went to the bathroom, thank you", he told her smiling as the slurping noises suddenly stopped, curtesy of Y/n grabbing Yeji by the hair and pressing her face down as far as possible, inserting his entire dick into her throat and pumping a tsunami of thick spurts and ropes of cum straight into her stomach.

The waitress went away, a sad smile on her face, before Y/n let Yeji go and she slowly got out from under the table. Her lips were even glossier than before, a sly smirk on her face once again as she used one finger to collect all the cum which spilled out of her mouth before looking Y/n straight into the eyes and swallowing.

Something snapped inside Y/n as he stood up and grabbed Yeji by the hand and led her to the bathroom, his diner long forgotten. He scanned the area quickly before entering and immediately pushing Yeji into one of the stalls and closing the door, locking it before getting started.

She jumped onto him, his arms catching her and immediately grabbing her ass, squeezing it hard, making her moan into his mouth. Y/n took advantage of this and slid his tongue into her mouth, sucking on it while exploring her mouth. Her hands locked behind his neck as she gave him complete control over the situations.

Their make out session soon escalated as Y/n slid his hand into the slit in Yeji's dress, playing with her pussy, teasing her slit while she whined into his mouth, begging him to put his fingers inside her already. He continued grabbing her thighs, circling her labia and slowly teasing her clit before suddenly sliding one finger in and curling it, immediately finding her g spot and abusing it, making her legs shudder as she lost all strength in them and almost fell if not for Y/n's arm still somewhat holding her.

He continued his attack, his other hand now grabbing onto her breasts as he started pinching her nipples and kneading her breasts, making her breath hitch and become even more uneven, filling the bathroom with quick breaths, high pitched moans and low whines. The stimulation soon became too much to handle as Yeji's legs trembled again and she tightened around her lovers fingers, creaming all over them while dripping juices onto the floor.

Y/n immediately took his dick out, it being already hard due to both the public foot- and blowjob from before and the foreplay from now, a layer of Yeji's saliva still coating it before turning his lover around and pressing her gorgeous face against the door of the stall. He aligned himself with her tight entrance as he teased her, sliding it across her wet slit and tight asshole before slowly inserting it before suddenly-

The door opened, Yeji almost stopped breathing as two women entered the room and started talking.

"Did you see the cute guy who walked in earlier?"

"The one with the black suit? Yeah he's so fucking handsome. Too bad he wasn't alone, though."

"Right? He looked like a fucking idol or an actor or something. Like he looked RICH RICH. That girl is so lucky."

"I knowwwww. She doesn't deserve him. Did you see how long he was alone? She just left him there. I gave him my number, hopefully he'll call me."

"Yah unnie you can't just go for someone's man like that! That's bad karma-"

"AGHHHH", Yeji moaned on accident as Y/n's large and thick cock entered her pussy. She immediately put her hand over her mouth, wishing and praying to any god willing to help her that the two women didn't hear her.

"Are you okay in there?", one of them asked

'Fuck', Yeji thought to herself

"Ye-yes, I'm t-totally fin-e. I just dr-dropped my pho-NE", Yeji told them, hoping that it was enough.

"Are you sure? You sounded almost scared-"

"I'M FINE- I mean I'm fine, do-n't w-worry. T-Thank you-URGH for your conc-cern", Yeji said, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as Y/n hit her sweet spot continuously.

"Let's go girl. I'm pretty sure Mr. Handsome is still alone. Maybe if we approach him together he'll be willing to go out with me- I mean us."

Yeji held her breath as she heard the footsteps getting quieter until she heard the sound of the door closing and she finally let out the moan she had been holding in.

Y/n continued fucking her, now harder than before as the whole stall appeared to shake. He slapped her ass with every thrust, his hand print now being on her left and right ass cheek in a bright red. With each slap her pussy tightened around him, her walls milking him harder and harder, begging for his balls to empty every last drop inside her. The floor was wet, a large puddle of Yeji's juices forming between her legs, curtesy of her first and second orgasm.

Y/n grabbed a chunk of her hair, twisting it a few times around his hand, making a makeshift ponytail before pulling it and making her arch her back even more. Yeji looked up to Y/n as he leaned over and kissed her sloppily, hungrily and filled with lust. Their thrusts matched, with Y/n thrusting forward while Yeji backed her ass onto his crotch in circular motions, twerking on his cock.

Y/n took his other hand, his fingers finding their way into Yeji's mouth as she sucked on them before suddenly, the door opened again.

"Honestly how do you even lose your phone? What if we had found the cute guy? How were you planning on asking him-"

"Found it!"

Yeji's mouth suddenly had a hand in front of it as Y/n muffled her moans. He leaned over and started whispering into her ear.

"I'm gonna take my hand away now and you'll replace it with yours. Don't make a sound, atleast not yet, okay?", he told her as she could only nod.

He took away his hand as the two waitresses continued talking in the background. Y/n let go of Yeji's hair, instead using one of his hands to toy with her clit. Yeji fell over, only barely supporting her weight onto the door of the stall while tightly pressing her hand against her mouth as to not make a sound. Y/n drew circles around her sensitive knob and just as Yeji thought it couldn't get any better, or in this case worse, she suddenly felt pressure against her tight asshole.

Yeji turned back, seeing Y/n with a sadistic smirk as he slowly pressed his thumb further and further into his girlfriends backside. She leaned over against the wall once more, barely able to contain her moans before she suddenly felt a presence behind her.

"You want to cum, don't you Yeji? Imagine how you'd have to explain your noises to the two waitresses. What would you say? What would they say after seeing an idol like you getting fucked in a bathroom like a slut?", Y/n whispered.

Yeji tightened around him at the thought of those words. Her walls clamped around him even more than before, making it hard to go in and out of her. Her body was shaking, hard, as she did everything to delay the inevitable.

"I want you to cum, Yeji.", Y/n whispered but was met with a shaking head from the brunette under him.

Y/n continued thrusting, deep and hard, going deeper and deeper with each thrust before he felt a familiar feeling inside his core, the warm feeling spreading through his body like a warm tea on a cold day. His dick throbbed as Yeji's eyes widened. He erupted inside her as Yeji's eyes rolled into the back of her skull, a loud moan escaping her mouth as she now didn't give a fuck anymore about who heard her. Her tongue hung out of her mouth as her walls tightened one last time around her lovers dick before squirting and creating an even bigger puddle, spraying her love juices onto the floor. Her insides continued being painted over by her boyfriends sperm as her whole body shook, her legs almost giving out entirely while she held onto the walls of the stall for support.

The pair stood there for a few seconds as Y/n unloaded rope after rope into Yeji's guts, finally leaving her insides with a satisfied groan as he saw cum dripping out of her pussy and joining her juices on the floor.

Yeji turned around, smiling at her boyfriend before closing the distance and kissing him again. The pair dressed up again and slowly opened the stall, looking around to see if anyone was there before realizing that they had been alone, probably for a while now, their ecstasy having blended out the sound of the bathroom door closing.

They left the bathroom and walked back towards their seats, the food now cold as they called up a waiter and asked for both the bill and for them to put their food into a bag to go.

They soon were out of the restaurant and entered the car, peacefully driving back home before Y/n suddenly felt his belt being unbuckled as he looked down and saw Yeji leaning over and arching her back.

It sure was going to be a long drive home.

#kpop fanfic #kpop imagines #kpop smut #kpopfap #idol x male reader #x male reader #kpop x male reader #itzy #itzy yeji #hwang yeji #yeji #x male smut #x male top reader

[kangshxrtie]

DATING SUBSCRIPTION - SHIN YUNA

synopsis ★ yuna finally gets a chance with the girl she's been in love with since the beginning of high school

pairing ★ shin yuna x fem!reader

status ★ ongoing

updates ★ once a week (usually sundays) if i can

your gfs | freshman | upperclassman

1. start of something new

2. next morning

3.

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[h1keyready]

New Mirror ʚɞ Yeji ʚɞ ITZY

♡ afab!reader ♡ 1k words ♡ smut: mirror sex, fingering (reader receiving), praise ♡ The new mirror in your room and your girlfriend might help you to see yourself in a more positive light.

Buying a standing mirror for your bedroom has been a long overdue purchase for your home, and at this moment, you can't help but feel that it was worth every penny.

It's of course useful when you're picking out your outfit for the day, trying to match the colors and the accessories, but as you have realized on the day it arrived, it has another use. You can also watch as your girlfriend takes off your clothes piece by piece, undressing you slowly in front of your new mirror. She has her face buried in your neck and her lips pressed to your skin as her hands slip under your blouse. Yeji undoes the buttons one by one, slowly, so that you can feel her fingers caressing your stomach. When they reach your boobs, you feel a shiver, and you're thankful that she quickly moves back to pull the opened blouse off your shoulders.

Discarding it to the side, her hands find their next target to be your pants. She doesn't tease you much, you don't think so, but the way she slowly pulls the zipper down and sinks her palms down your thighs is enough to make your legs tremble. You're sure that she could feel it, and the chuckle coming from her lips makes it obvious as well. She doesn't say anything, though, not until you're standing in front of the mirror in your underwear.

"There," she nods, satisfied, and hugs you from behind. "You look beautiful like this."

"I'm nothing special," you brush off her compliment, half because of embarrassment, half because you can't really see yourself like that.

Her reply, on the other hand, is immediate, "You are. Me and this mirror will help you see it, sooner or later."

"Oh really?" You raise an eyebrow and look at her through the mirror, being skeptical but still looking forward to whatever she has in mind.

"Really," she grins, pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

Just as you want to ask her how exactly she plans on doing that, her hands wrapped around your middle loosen and she moves to unclasp your bra. You bite your lip in anticipation and her hands slide up to cup your breasts soon after. A little gasp immediately escapes you at her touch and you can feel your face heating up. Yeji rests her chin on your shoulder and looks at your form in the mirror as she starts rubbing and squeezing your breasts. "For example, I think you're really pretty like this."

Before you can answer, she gives a small pinch to your nipples and the only thing coming out of your mouth is a moan. Her fingers rub small circles on your sensitive skin and seeing it all in the mirror is making you twice as weak to it. When you feel a kiss land on your neck, you involuntarily sigh her name and lean back. 

Yeji's body is pressed flush against yours from behind and her hands finally let your breasts go in favor of sensually going down your body until they reach your panties.

"I wonder if you're wet for me yet, baby," she says it directly in your ear while slipping one hand inside your underwear. "Very wet, huh?" She chuckles at what she finds, and when she takes her hand out, even you can see the slick covering her fingers. "Do you know what look I love best on you?" she asks, and even though you have an idea of what it might be, you shake your head. 

"Can you show it to me?"

Yeji smiles at your request and gives you a kiss. "Of course, baby. That's why I'm here."

With that she tugs your panties down, letting them slip down your legs and kicking them away once you step out of them. One arm holds you by the waist to steady you while the other starts teasing your folds. Her fingers draw slow lines up and down until she feels you buck your hips impatiently. Again, she has no intention of teasing you for long, this occasion is for you to enjoy yourself and feel loved.

"Now look at yourself, baby," she tells you and only when she sees that your eyes are on the mirror, does she push her fingers inside you. She moves just the way you like it and she hits just the right spots, pleasuring you perfectly, like nobody else could.

Even though you let out satisfied moans, you can't help the embarrassment at seeing yourself completely naked, with your girlfriend's fingers disappearing in your pussy. For a moment, you feel like you can't take it anymore and close your eyes.

You only open them when you feel Yeji stop to look at her in confusion. "Why did you stop?"

"I told you to look at yourself, didn't I?"

"But–"

"No buts, if you want to come, keep your eyes on yourself."

And of course, you don't really have a choice anymore because now that you've come all this way, you can't give up on reaching your orgasm. "Okay, I'll look, just… don't stop, please," you beg and you only notice your watery eyes when you look back in the mirror.

"Good girl," Yeji kisses your cheek and starts moving her fingers again.

It doesn't get any less embarrassing, especially when you see yourself roll your hips instinctively in need to reach your high faster. You see everything, your naked body, your teary eyes, your flushed face, your open and gasping mouth, the way Yeji is trailing kisses and bites from your neck to your shoulder, your boobs moving in accordance to your hips riding on Yeji's fingers that keep pushing into your core between your shaking thighs. You look like a mess and frankly, you don't understand why Yeji likes you of all people but you feel like you don't even care anymore. As long as she's with you, you really can't care about anything else.

"Ah…!" Your orgasm hits you while your thoughts distract you, and it feels like the wave washing over your body clears up the storm in your head too.

Your strength leaves you and you slowly sink to the floor with Yeji's support, kneeling in front of the mirror.

"Are you okay, love?" Yeji looks at you with worried eyes but you're smiling at her softly.

"I'm okay, just tired. Thank you."

Yeji presses your foreheads together and gives you a soft kiss. "Always."

#itzy #hwang yeji #itzy smut #itzy imagines #itzy scenarios #itzy x reader #itzy fanfic #yeji imagines #yeji smut #yeji x reader #yeji scenarios #yeji fanfic

[shibuinni3]

Yeji, Join My Emo Band

28/04/24; Capa para uso pessoal.

Hwang Yeji e Shin Ryujin, Itzy.

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[newjeansgirlfriend]

cat and mouse

part of the series letters i’ll never send

hwang yeji x reader

angst

dear. yeji,

hi, yeji. i don’t really know how to start this letter, but since you won’t read it i guess it doesn’t matter, really.

anyways, i’ll get straight to the the point.

i like you, i really like you. i like you so much it hurts.

but yeji, i’m tired.

until how long will you play cat and mouse with me? you keep getting my hopes up, and i feel like you’ll confess, but you never do. for all i know, you’re doing this with 20 other girls.

i always end up trying to text you, but i can never think of anything to say. you never text me first either. maybe its because you’re shy too. maybe you just don’t like me.

but i can’t let my heart get broken again.

make up your mind soon, or i’ll have to put some distance between us.

sincerely,

-yn.

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[hwangyeddeongie]

hiii can i req a yeji fluff where she picks you up at the bar since you drank with your friends then you didn't recognize her, thinking she's a random girl flirting with you trying to take you home so you refuse telling her you have a girlfriend and how your girlfriend will kick her ass and such. and yeji and your friends are very amused and she's coaxing you reassuring you and everything until you recognize her, and you tell her how a girl flirted with you and such and she's just going with your flow finding you cute when drunk hwhwhw thank uuu

tbh I’ve had this thought before and now I have an excuse to write it cuz this is so frickin cute!! enjoy!

yeji x drunk!fem!reader

You don’t usually get drunk. You don’t drink very often, and you know your limits. However, you make exceptions on certain occasions, this one being your best friend’s birthday.

She had arranged an open bar at a club, and you and your closest friends were all invited. Yeji, knowing you were in good company, bid you off and told you to have a good time.

The moment you arrive at the club, a drink is immediately shoved into your hands. Not wanting to be rude, you drink it and go over to the dance floor with your friends. You sway to the time of the booming music and sing along to the songs you knew.

After some time, you get the uncomfortable feeling of being watched. You turn around and see a man looking at you from the bar. You shake it off and ignore it, thinking it’s nothing, until, a few moments later, he taps you on the shoulder.

You face him, immediately repulsed by the smouldering face he’s trying to pull off.

“Hey,” he says, leaning uncomfortably close to your ear. “You look beautiful tonight. What’s your name?”

You make a face and back up.

“I’m taken, sorry.”

That doesn’t deter him, however, and he soldiers on, making a show of looking around the club.

“I don’t see your man anywhere.”

You raise a brow, unimpressed.

“That’s because I have a girlfriend. Anything else?”

He at least has the decency to look embarrassed, and he leaves you alone after that.

A few songs (and drinks) later, you stumble off the dance floor, needing some fresh air. You ask the bartender for some water, and as he passes a glass to you, someone slides in beside you at the bar.

It’s a woman, dressed in a short (too short, you think, a little distastefully) black mini dress.

“Hi,” she greets you with a charming smile, and you nod awkwardly. “You’re stunning. Can I buy you a drink?”

“Thank you,” you say, wanting nothing else but to exit the conversation. “But I have a girlfriend.”

The woman shrugs, and leans closer. What was it with these people and their lack of respect for personal space?

“That’s alright. It’s just a drink.” She cocks her head. “She doesn’t have to know.”

You frown at her implication and stand up, taking your glass of water with you.

“No thanks. I’m not drinking anyway.”

You walk away, deflating as soon as you slide into the booth your friend is sitting in.

“Woah,” she says, laughing. “You don’t look too good. What’s up?”

“Why does everyone keep trying to hit on me?” You whine, making her laugh harder.

“You’re complaining about people trying to pick you up? You should be flattered, if anything.”

“I don’t like it if it’s not Yeji.” You grumble, burying your face in your hands, and your friend chuckles.

“You guys are so cute.” She snaps her fingers, as if in a eureka moment. “I know what will make you feel better.” She grins, and you get a bit nervous. “Shots!”

Your friend orders a round of shots, and calls everyone from your group to join.

You play rock paper scissors, and whoever loses has to take a shot. You’re terrifyingly awful at rock paper scissors, and, to no one’s surprise, you keep on losing.

You’re on your fourth shot when you begin to slur your words and struggle to sit up straight. Your friend calls for an end to the game and asks you if you’re okay.

“I miss Yeji,” you pout, your eyes watering as you thought of your girlfriend, probably alone at home. “I miss herrrr,”

“Okay, you’ve definitely had too much to drink.” Your friend plucks the shot glass from your hand and dials Yeji on her phone.

She’s at home, getting ready to go to bed, as she knows you’ll probably be back late. So she’s surprised to see your friend’s caller id light up her phone, and she picks up at once, worried something might have happened to you.

“Hello? Is everything okay? Is Y/N okay?” She asks, already pulling on her coat and shoes.

“Yeah, yeah, she’s fine,” your friend reassures her. “She’s just very drunk, and I think she wants you to come get her.”

“I’m on my way,” Yeji says, halfway out the door.

She starts up her car and drives to the address of the club you had sent her. Luckily, it’s not too far from your place, so she gets there really quickly.

Your friend had passed her an invitation, which she shows to the bouncer, who lets her in, though a little confused at her attire, a simple hoodie and sweatpants, topped off with a cap.

She speed walks through the crowd, sidestepping people as she makes her way to you. When she finally sees you, she breathes out a sigh of relief, and approaches you with a smile.

“Hey, baby!” She chirps as soon as she’s in earshot. “You ready to go home—”

“Don’t call me baby!” You interrupt her without even looking at her, holding up a finger. She stops, surprised. Were you mad at her? For what?“I’m not yourrrr baby. I,” you point at yourself, swaying a little in your seat, “have a girlfriend. So I am not going home with you, understand?”

Yeji gapes, her mouth opening and closing several times.

“But, babe, I have the car outside—”

“Stop insisting!” You cross your arms with a huff. “My girlfriend is beautiful, and kind, and selfless, and she’s the best person in my life. She’s strong too, and she’ll kick your ass if she sees you taking to me this way. And I love her a lot, so don’t even try to win me over, because it’s not going to work.”

Yeji’s face splits into a wide smile, and she shakes her head fondly before tucking a finger under your chin and making you look at her.

You go from confused to elated in a split second.

“Yeji!” You throw your arms over her shoulders and pull her into a tight embrace. “When did you get here?”

“I just got here. I was trying to—”

“Well thank god you’re here. There was this girl that was flirting with me and trying to take me home, can you believe that?”

Yeji swallows down a laugh and bites back her smile.

“Really? It’s good I got here on time then. Can’t have anyone that isn’t me taking my girl home, can I?”

You interlace your hands and try to stand up, but stumble a bit. Luckily, Yeji catches you and holds you up. You both say goodbye and wish a happy birthday to your friend and she leads you out of the club, a strong arm around your waist.

She helps you into the car and buckles you in, and you unexpectedly kiss her as she’s leaning over you, checking your seatbelt.

She smiles and pecks your lips a couple more times, and you trace her jawline with your finger. She truly is beautiful. The perfect balance of her handsome and pretty features makes your heart skip a beat.

“You okay?” She asks you, and you realise you’ve been staring into space. You nod and stretch in your seat, your tiredness catching up to you.

You yawn and grab her free hand as she pulls out of the driveway of the club and starts on the road home.

“A lot of people tried to flirt with me tonight, Yeddeong.” Well, perhaps ‘a lot’ is an exaggeration, but you’re drunk and sleepy.

Yeji’s hand tightens momentarily on the wheel.

“Yeah?” You nod and tuck a loose piece of hair behind her ear.

“But nobody was as pretty as you.”

She blushes, and relaxes her grip on the wheel. She doesn’t say anything, but you smile at the knowledge that you flustered her.

“I love you, Yeji.”

She looks at you, her eyes crinkling as she smiles.

“I love you too, baby.”

When you get home, she helps you out of your uncomfortable clothes and into some pyjamas, and wipes off your makeup too. She tucks you into bed and curls up beside you, her arms wrapping around your waist as she kisses your shoulder. You start snoring the moment your head hits the pillow.

She definitely teases you about it in the morning, how you were so drunk you couldn’t recognise her, and you flush red with embarrassment, on top of the pounding headache you have.

She doesn’t torture you about it though, and presses a warm kiss to your temple as she slides a bowl of haejangguk across the table for your hangover.

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[yujification]

imagine yeji giving u those 'fuck me' eyes 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

yujification grand comeback (my girlfriend is asleep and i’m bored)

cw: slight voyeurism kink, cunnilingus, degradation (no dialogue but implied)

yeji always makes it very obvious when she needs you. while she never really needs to say much, she often mouths a hushed ‘fuck me’ regardless of the setting, whether it be at a party or at dinner with your family— when she needs it, she needs it then and there. her gaze is a little dodgy, staring you down but shyly averting it once you give her the time of day because in the end, she’s still the shy little loser you fell for, and you admire her and love her for it all the same. the sex usually burns after that, lapping hungrily at her cunt— running the base of your tongue along her swollen clit just to watch her arch into your mouth and force you to take more like the whore she is, because she just needs that shit so bad??? so slutty she can’t even wait to ask you to fuck her in private, so she has to publicize it instead and threaten embarrassing you by eyefucking you in public……. nasty girl, but you still love her, and she can tell with the way you thrust your tongue into her hole until she’s whining and crying with her thighs weakly squeezed around your head.

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