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bitchiswild · 2 months

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Partition

G!P Winter x F!Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Rough?, pregnancy kink, tummy bulge, creampie, face fucking, etc.

A/n: Driver roll up the partition Please😏☝️

Requested

As you and Minjeong exited the Polo Ralph Lauren show, the flashes of cameras and shouts of paparazzi surrounded us, making our escape into the waiting limo feel like a whirlwind.

"Whew," Minjeong exclaimed, breathless as she settled beside me. "The paparazzi are relentless today. You okay, babe?" Her concerned gaze met yours, and she instinctively pulled you closer, wrapping her arm around you protectively.

You leaned into her warmth, reassured by her presence. "Yeah, I'm fine," You assured her, feeling her hand soothingly rub your arm as she relayed our next destination to the driver.

"To the after party, please," she instructed the driver without hesitation.

Upon learning that traffic would delay our arrival by 45 minutes, Minjeong took it in stride, unfazed by the delay.

As we settled into the plush seats, your mind wandered back to the moments before the fashion show, when the air was charged with anticipation and desire.

"God, you're so hot, baby," Minjeong murmured, her lips trailing kisses down your neck, pinning you between her and the bathroom sink.

You let out a contented sigh, granting her access to your neck. "Mmm, Min," you moaned softly, your body responding to her touch, "not here, baby."

Minjeong's hands explored your curves eagerly, her touch sending shivers down your spine. "Why not? No one's looking for us," she husked, her lips finding yours in a hungry kiss, growing more intense by the second.

Feeling breathless and exhilarated, you gently pushed her away, promising, "Later," even as you felt her pout against your lips. We both knew the constraints of our current setting – technically, we were both 'working.'

The thought of it caused you to shift uncomfortably in the plush seat, the tight confines of the limo amplifying your discomfort. Sensing your unease, Minjeong's perceptive eyes locked onto you, her concern evident in the soft whisper that brushed against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"You okay, baby?" Her voice was laced with genuine concern, and her touch felt like a soothing balm against my nerves.

You nodded, but the heat building up between your legs made it hard to focus. Instinctively, you started rubbing your thighs together, hoping to alleviate the growing warmth pulsating through your body.

"Yeah," You managed to stutter out, your voice barely above a whisper. Your eyes involuntarily drifted to the faint outline of Minjeong's bulge visible through her pants, the sight only adding to the turmoil of sensations swirling inside you.

Minjeong's gaze followed yours, and in that moment, understanding flashed in her eyes. Without a word, her hands moved lower, trailing down to rub your ass in a reassuring gesture.

Realizing the need for privacy, Minjeong swiftly took charge, her voice firm as she addressed the driver, "Driver, roll up the partition and turn up the music, please." The driver met her gaze through the rearview mirror, acknowledging her request before discreetly raising the partition, effectively shielding us from prying eyes and granting us the privacy we craved. As the music filled the air, drowning out the outside world, a sense of intimacy enveloped us, heightening the anticipation of what was to

She gripped my face with a gentle urgency, pulling me closer until you could feel her warm breath teasing your lips. "Were you thinking about earlier, baby?" she asked softly, her thumb tracing the outline of your lips as her eyes bore into yours.

Caught in her intense gaze, you could only nod in response, feeling a rush of desire coursing through you at her touch and the memories of our earlier encounter flooding back.

"You're so dirty, baby," Minjeong husked, her voice low and seductive, sending a shiver down your spine. "Getting horny while we have an after-party to go to?"

Her words ignited a fire within you, and you could feel the heat pooling between your thighs, aching for her touch. With a playful smirk, you leaned in closer, your lips brushing against hers teasingly. "Maybe I just can't resist you," You whispered, your voice laced with anticipation and desire, before capturing her lips in a passionate kiss, losing yourself in the intoxicating taste of her.

Minjeong responded eagerly, her lips moving against yours with a fervor that mirrored your own. The world outside the limo faded away as we indulged in the electric chemistry between us, our bodies pressed together in a tantalizing embrace.

Her hands roamed over your body, igniting trails of fire wherever they touched. You gasped softly as her fingers traced the curve of your waist, sending shivers down your spine. With each touch, the hunger between us grew.

Minjeong's breath hitched as she pushed you down onto your knees in front of her, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. With eager hands, she fumbled with the button of her pants, her excitement evident in the way she trembled. Finally, she managed to undo them, and with a quick tug, she yanked them down, revealing her throbbing cock straining against her underwear.

A string of precum connected her tip to the fabric as she freed herself, the slick fluid dribbling down her length. She didn't waste any time, grabbing your hair roughly and guiding your mouth to her needy member.

"Suck it, baby," she moaned, her voice thick with lust as she thrust her hips forward, pushing her cock deeper into your mouth. You gagged slightly at the sudden invasion, but Minjeong only groaned in pleasure, loving the sensation of your mouth enveloping her.

Her movements became increasingly erratic as she chased her own pleasure, thrusting into your mouth with abandon. Precum dribbled down your chin as she lost herself in the sensation, her breaths coming out in ragged gasps. It was messy, sloppy, and utterly intoxicating.

Tears welled up in your eyes as Minjeong relentless thrusting caused your mascara to streak down your cheeks, mixing with the precum and saliva already coating your face. Sensing your distress, Minjeong eased up slightly, giving you a moment to catch your breath.

With a firm grip, she wiped away the smudged lipstick, a brief respite before plunging back into the intense rhythm. "You look so fucking hot with your makeup running," she growled, her voice thick with desire. "You're such a good little cocksucker for me."

Her words sent a shiver down your spine as she pushed you back onto her throbbing cock, the wet sounds of your mouth eagerly accepting her filling the room. "That's it, take it all," she urged, her voice dripping with need. "You love sucking my cock, don't you? You're my filthy little slut, and I'm gonna use your mouth until I'm satisfied."

Your muffled moans and the sound of her hips meeting your face filled the air as Minjeong lost herself in the pleasure of fucking your face.

she gripped your hair tighter, guiding your head back and forth along her throbbing length. With each forceful thrust, she buried herself deeper into your mouth, reveling in the sensation of your warm, wet lips wrapping around her.

"Oh, fuck, you're gonna make me cum," she groaned, her voice strained with ecstasy. "You like that, huh? You like making me feel this good?"

You could only whimper in response, the overwhelming pleasure and intensity of the moment rendering you speechless as she continued to fuck your face with abandon.

Her breathing grew ragged as she neared the edge, her movements becoming more erratic with each passing second. "That's it, take it all," she panted, her grip on your hair tightening even further. "You're such a fucking good cocksucker, you know that? I'm gonna cum so hard down your throat."

With one final, desperate thrust, Minjeong reached her climax, her body tensing as she emptied herself into your mouth with a guttural moan of pleasure. Hot spurts of cum coated your tongue, the taste overwhelming and intoxicating as she rode out her orgasm with abandon.

As she finally began to come down from the peak of her pleasure, Minjeong collapsed against you, her breathing heavy and labored. "Fuck," she breathed, a satisfied grin spreading across her face. "Fuck, baby, you made me feel amazing," Minjeong huskily whispered in your ear, her voice dripping with desire. With a tender kiss, she pulled you closer to her, the warmth of her lips igniting a fire within you. Then, with a sudden movement, she pushed you over the seat so that your ass was presented to her.

Her hands eagerly hiked up the bottom of your dress, revealing your soaked underwear which she wasted no time in yanking down and stuffing into her pocket. The cool air against your exposed skin sent shivers down your spine as anticipation built within you.

Without warning, Minjeong delivered a series of hard slaps to your ass, each one sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body and leaving red marks in their wake. You couldn't help but jerk in response to the delicious sting, your senses heightened with desire.

With a firm grip, Minjeong then began to rub her hardened length between your ass cheeks, the friction sending sparks of pleasure shooting through you. Her tip teased your entrance, tantalizingly close yet just out of reach, driving you wild with anticipation.

"Ready for me, baby?" she growled, her voice laced with lust as she teased you mercilessly. "I'm going to make you feel so fucking good, you won't be able to think straight."

The leather seats creaked beneath you, adding to the primal atmosphere. Minjeong wasted no time, her hands gripping your hips with a fierce intensity. "Fuck, you look so fucking hot like this," she growled, her voice rough with desire as she admired the sight before her. "You're mine to fuck however I want, understand?"

You could only nod in response, the anticipation building within you as you waited for her next move. With a sudden thrust, Minjeong entered you with force, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from your lips as she filled you completely.

Her movements were rough and primal, each thrust driving you deeper into ecstasy as the limo rocked with the intensity of your passion. "You love taking my cock, don't you?" she taunted, her voice dripping with dominance. "You're such a fucking slut for me, begging for more."

With each thrust, she pushed you closer and closer to the edge, her dirty talk fueling the fire burning between you. The sound of your moans and the slap of skin against skin echoed in the confined space, a symphony of pleasure as Minjeong claimed you as her own.

Your moans filled the air, a symphony of pleasure mixing with the sound of Minjeong's own primal groans. The limo rocked with the intensity of your passion, each thrust driving you deeper into ecstasy.

Minjeong's grip on your hips tightened as she increased the pace, her movements becoming even rougher as she claimed you completely. "That's it, baby, take it all," she growled, her voice filled with raw desire. "You're mine, and I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight."

Her words sent a jolt of excitement through you, igniting a fire within as you surrendered completely to the pleasure of being dominated by her. With each powerful thrust, you felt yourself teetering on the edge of oblivion, the intensity building with each passing moment.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Minjeong moaned, her own pleasure mingling with yours as she relentlessly pounded into you. The sound of her voice, thick with lust, only fueled your desire further, driving you both to the brink of ecstasy.

Minjeong flipped you onto your back, her movements swift and assertive. As you lay there, breathless and trembling with anticipation, she wasted no time straddling you, her eyes blazing with desire.

With a wicked grin, Minjeong positioned herself above you, her cock throbbing with need as she guided it towards your entrance. With a slow, deliberate motion, she pushed inside you, the sensation causing you to arch your back in pleasure.

As she began to move, her hips rolling in a relentless rhythm, you felt a delicious pressure building in your abdomen, a tummy bulge forming where her cock pressed against you from the inside. The sensation only added to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body, driving you to new heights of ecstasy.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Minjeong groaned, her voice thick with desire as she rode you with increasing fervor. "You feel so fucking good wrapped around me like this."

Her words sent shivers of pleasure down your spine as you surrendered completely to the sensation of being filled by her, your moans mingling with hers in a symphony of ecstasy. As Minjeong continued to thrust into you with primal intensity, her desire reached a fever pitch. With a guttural moan of pleasure, she leaned in close, her breath hot against your ear.

"Fuck, I want to put a baby in you," she growled, her voice thick with lust and longing. "I want to fill you up so good that you end up pregnant."

With each powerful thrust, Minjeong's words echoed in your mind, fueling the fire burning between you as you both surrendered to the overwhelming ecstasy of the moment. "Don't you want me to fill you up, baby?" she growled, her voice thick with desire. "Don’t you want me to pump you so full of my cum since your pussy is practically begging for a baby?"

Your moans of pleasure only fueled her primal need as she continued to pound into you relentlessly. "Yeah, that's it," she taunted, her voice dripping with lust. "You're gonna be so fucking full of me, you won't be able to walk straight for days. And when you're pregnant with my baby, you'll know who made you feel this good."

With each thrust, she drove the point home, her dirty talk sending shivers of pleasure down your spine. The idea of her filling you with her seed, of creating new life together, only intensified the passion between you. She flipped you onto your side, her hands gripping your hips with possessive force.

With a primal hunger in her eyes, Minjeong buried herself deep inside you, her thrusts growing more urgent with each passing moment. The limo rocked with the intensity of your passion as you both surrendered to the raw, unbridled desire coursing through your veins.

With each powerful thrust, Minjeong's grip on your hips tightened, her primal instincts taking over as she claimed you completely. "You're mine," she growled, her voice filled with possessive need. "Mine to fuck and fill with my seed."

As Minjeong's primal desire drove her movements, you found yourself lost in the overwhelming pleasure of the moment. With each powerful thrust, you couldn't help but moan in ecstasy, the sensation of her filling you completely driving you wild.

"Yes, Minjeong, just like that," you moaned, your voice filled with desperation and longing. "Right there, baby, right there."

Your words only fueled Minjeong's primal hunger as she continued to pound into you with relentless passion. The sound of your moans mingled with hers in a symphony of ecstasy, echoing through the confines of the limo.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Minjeong groaned, her voice thick with desire as she continued to pound into you with primal urgency.

The sensation of her throbbing inside you pushed you over the edge, and with a loud cry of pleasure, you felt your body convulse in ecstasy as waves of pleasure washed over you.

"Minjeong, yes!" you moaned, your voice filled with ecstasy as you surrendered completely to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body.

Minjeong reached her own climax, her body tensing as she emptied herself into you with a guttural moan of pleasure.

Minjeong gently pulled you on top of her, guiding you to sit astride her lap. Her cock still buried deep inside you, her cum leaking out of your swollen pussy, serving as a reminder of the passionate encounter you both shared.

With tender care, Minjeong began to rub your back in soothing circles, her touch a comforting balm to help you calm down from the intensity of your orgasm. Each stroke of her hand was a gesture of tenderness, a silent reassurance of her affection for you.

Just as you were beginning to catch your breath, a sudden knock on the window startled you both. "Miss Kim, we are here," a voice called from outside.

Minjeong's grip on you tightened slightly as she glanced towards the window, a hint of reluctance in her eyes. "Okay, give us a bit," she responded, her voice tinged with a mixture of frustration and resignation.

As the driver's presence reminded you of the outside world, Minjeong's question brought you back to reality. "You still want to go, baby?" she asked softly, her gaze searching yours for reassurance.

Feeling a strong desire to remain wrapped up in the intimacy you shared, you shook your head no, a silent affirmation of your desire to stay together.

Minjeong nodded in understanding, a tender smile gracing her lips as she signaled to the driver. "Just drive us back to the hotel," she instructed, her voice firm yet gentle.

With a nod of acknowledgment, the driver pulled away from the curb, leaving the rest of the world behind as the two of you retreated into the private sanctuary of the hotel.

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myouicieloz · 6 months

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Heads will roll

Kim Minjeong x aespa 5thmember!reader

Synopsis: Your girlfriend promised you it was ok for you to match with your best friend, Yuna, for the upcoming Halloween party. However, with how she’s behaving all night, you simply had to drag her to and empty room and punish her.

Warnings: smut. sub!minjeong x dom!reader

Word count: 4.4k lol sorry

Notes: HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!! I’ve tried my best but the verbs might still be all wrong… I hope u enjoy, tho!! ^^ i rlly like halloween kisses mwuah

You spent the whole evening apart from your best friends and bandmates, shooting your solo pictures for the group’s latest comeback. Since you were the last one to do so, you asked them to get back to the dorm and get ready for Ryujin’s party without you. You’d see each other soon enough, anyway, so it wasn’t that big of a deal.

They sent you countless pictures of them getting ready, and your heart ached to be making funny group memories with them, instead of taking a thousand pictures in a cold studio. It was for work, though, so you’d just have to deal with it.

After what it seemed like ages, your photoshoot was finally over, and you quickly made your way to the dorm to shower and get ready. It sucked to do your makeup by yourself, since Giselle always did it for you, and to not curl Ningning’s hair just as she liked it, but it was either that or you’d all be terribly late for the party, and no one would have that.

Ryujin’s Halloween party was one of the most expected events of the year, so, naturally, no one would want to be late. The girl knew how to host a party— it always had sickening decor, lots of creative and delicious drinks and, most important, secrecy. None of what you did ever got leaked, to ensure the guests always had a good time.

Which you always, always did.

“Woah!” You whistled as you entered Ryujin’s living room, getting the attention of your bandmates. They smiled at you, waving and calling you over.

The four girls were impeccable, each one looking just as gorgeous as ever: Giselle was dressed as a sexy jaguar, wearing a tight jumper with little feline ears; Ningning opted to go as a corpse bride, although her bloodied, ripped wedding dress barely reached her knees; Karina, as a pirate, hat carefully placed in her hands; and at last, your sweet girlfriend, looking lavish as Alice in Wonderland.

You smiled at the sight of her beautiful face, promptly reaching out to hug her, but Winter was having none of it. She didn’t push you, naturally, but her face was all flustered, and she looked livid, frowning as she checked you out.

“Is that really why you didn’t match with me?” Winter asked, offended. She was judging your Lara Croft costume with hard eyes, even though they lingered on the leather belt you wore for a tad too long. There were fake guns attached to them, too, and your hair was braided into two elaborate pieces all by yourself, your skillfulness making the hairstyle neat and composed, not a single strand out of place.

“We’ve had this conversation before.” you reminded her, ever so patient— being used were used to her defensiveness. Besides, you knew you looked good; a little harsh look from your girlfriend wasn’t going to smash out your confidence, “I had already promised Yuna I’d match with her. She arranged our costumes and everything months ago, remember?”

Winter rolled her eyes, murmuring something too low for you to hear, but visibly still annoyed, regardless of your explanation.

You did warn your girlfriend that you’d be matching with your best friend for Halloween, just like you always did ever since you could remember. However, Winter hoped you’d notice her subtle signs and realize she wanted you to match with her, as a couple, instead. After all, it was your first Halloween together, and Winter wanted it to be special.

“You look beautiful, by the way.”

“Yeah, whatever.” She brushed past you, scoffing. You could tell she was very much pissed by the way she stomped through your friends, mixing herself a drink with too much alcohol in it, as she completely turned her back to you.

It was quite unusual for her to drink, but you’ve gotten on her nerves enough to make Winter want to relieve some stress. It bothered her to have you choosing Yuna-subaenim over herself, your girlfriend, no matter how hard she tried to shake the venomous feeling off.

Naturally, Winter knows it’s silly to feel this insecure and jealous over a stupid costume, specially since you and Yuna have been friends since your rookie days— and you’ve only been dating for a couple of months.

Nonetheless, Winter can’t help but to be sulky besides Karina, downing her cup in a few, long gulps. She doesn’t even dislike Yuna, even though she wasn’t exactly friends with the girl, either. Winter found her kind and lovable enough, with her long hair and composed, yet bubbly remarks.

It simply unsettled your girlfriend, to see you matching with Yuna when she was so excited about your first Halloween together. You were Winter’s first partner, and the thought of wearing matching outfits had her all month wondering what to pick. There were just so many cool options, and she was so excited… Which was why having you mention Yuna had already bought you identical costumes— just like she did every year, as long as Winter could remember, — was like a bucket of cold water being thrown in her head.

Of course, had your girlfriend told you wearing couple outfits to the party was that important to her, you would’ve simply brushed Yuna off, claiming you’d comply with your girlfriend’s wishes this year. However, she said nothing, so you naturally didn’t think much of it, brushing it off.

However, Winter felt a bitter taste in her mouth as she stared at you and Yuna, looking pretty much like twins if it weren’t for you towering over the girl, hair much longer and darker. It was as though she were fighting her first battle, a silent, passive one with your best friend, and she had just lost.

Winter really wasn’t going to hide her pout for the rest of the night. She’d allow herself that, at least.

Your girlfriend behaves like nothing but a fucking brat the whole afternoon.

She makes sure to be extra touchy with people— much unlike her nature, laughing hard and smiling at whatever it is that Jaehyun was saying. The boy was as boring as they came, and she’d stopped listening to his ramble minutes ago. Now, her eyes were trained on you, with every action calculated to bring you to the edge. From the way her slick fingers traced his skin, to her leaning to listen better, since the music is so loud, isn’t it?

You let her be, allowing Winter to celebrate her little tantrums alongside her members. Despite her obvious confrontation with you, she genuinely seems to be enjoying herself: laughing, drinking and joking with the girls and other close friends on the dance floor. So you let her have her little victory, observing from afar as you enjoy your night just the same; Even though your eyes narrow once you feel her subtly— almost unnoticeably, ducking from your touch, when you join the girls after hanging out with your other friends for a while.

In fact, Winter’s cold shoulder gave you plenty of time to think about the ways you’d punish her for her foolish behavior. You licked your lips at the thought of having little Alice in Wonderland all spread open just for you, crying as you deny her orgasms over and over until her pretty, abused cunt is all red and sore, drenching and clenching over the slightest brush of your fingers. It’d be such a heavenly sight: the girl on all fours, screaming and pleading for you to touch her anywhere, to do anything to her or else she’d explode.

However, you remain composed, your face giving none of your impurities away as you twist the ice in your whiskey and patiently listen to whatever funny story is being told by Chaeryeoung in the corner you all stand. You could feel the avalanche of thoughts and ideas going over and over through your mind, aching to make your girlfriend wither and destroy her petite body, as you made sure to let her know who possessed her in every way.

Meanwhile, Winter was walking through a dangerous path, she knew it as much. The feeling of your eyes poking wholes on her back was dense enough to send electric shocks through her entire body, and she was well aware of you watching her every move. She smiled to herself, glad to have your full attention despite feeling like such a loser, earlier. The thought of being punished for all of her bratty actions, too, aroused her perhaps a bit too much to keep her from being good. So she closed her eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and smiled again, humming to herself as she knew her night was barely getting started.

“Hey, if you’d like we could, ahn, keep our conversation somewhere quieter…” Winter heard Jaehyun say, lips dangerously close to her ear. She was about to brush him off when he was abruptly shoved backwards, and soon enough she felt a strong grip on her waist.

She couldn’t contain a smile, hearing your harsh voice echoing from above her tiny frame.

“I suggest you keep your _hands_ to yourself, subaenim, if you want them intact.” You growled, turning your girlfriend to you as you pushed her upstairs, opening doors until you found an empty room. You shoved Winter on the bed without delicacy, smiling slightly to see her bounce a little on the mattress, in response to your touch. She was so petite—even now, staring at you behind her lashes.

“Fucking whore.” You cursed, taking your time unbuckling your numerous belts as she stared at you, licking her lips at the sight of your hands putting on work. She needed them on herself, immediately. “Throwing yourself at that fucker like a cheap slut. I guess that is just what you are, right?” You said, gripping her face. “A cheap fucking slut.”

Winter’s pupils were as blown out as yours, and her heart was beating so loud she was sure it echoed loudly through the bedroom. It was so hot for her to have you like this: mad out of your mind, handling her like a doll. It was a deep contrast from your caring, worried nature, one that she loved to experience from time to time. And the best part was that she got to have this feral side of you all to herself. You were hers, and hers alone.

No stupid fucking costume would change that.

She nodded as best as she could, since your touch was strong in order to keep her still.

“Say it.”

“I’m just a cheap slut.” Her reply came immediately, as Winter’s eyes remained locked on your face.

You kissed her deeply in response, exploring all the possible places of her mouth. Your hands went down her neck, blocking her airways just enough to make your girlfriend sigh, lightheaded.

“Perfect, baby.” You praised, sucking on her pulse point. “And who owns you?”

Winter’s hands found their way to yours, even though her touch wasn’t meant to make you stop.

She simply had to feel you, to have your skin on hers. It was a necessity to taste you and to have you taste her, too. It was taking you too long to touch her, already: she was feeling like her whole body was going to explode.

“You, unnie.” She breathed.

You stopped your work on her neck, now sucking at her earlobe as you whispered. “Just that? I’m starting to think you don’t want me to do anything to you at all; you just wanted to fuck that stupid ass guy to piss me off.”

She whined as you distanced yourself, opening her legs so you could place yourself between them. She looked like a painting, with her shoulder-length hair all disheveled and flustered face, trying to gather her breath and her thoughts. You allowed her to do so, squeezing and brushing your hands up and down her thighs while waiting for her next move.

As if Winter could ever concentrate with you touching her like that.

Pulling you by your pants—she couldn’t help but to look for your belt, biting her cheek to keep a smile from adorning her face as she found it in your hands, already—she pleaded. “Please, mommy,” She opened her legs even more, with her hands on your neck to kiss you again, “I’ve been so bad tonight… please, please punish me.”

You smiled, thinking about all the ways you’d ruin her through the night. She was so beautiful, so eager to surrender herself to you completely. It warmed your heart with both desire and lust, to know you had her to yourself.

“You’ll be well punished, Minjeongie. Don’t worry,” You promised, leaving wet kisses against her shoulders. “I’ll ruin you, so you’re reminded to not even look at anyone else, my love. You’re fucking mine.”

As you shared another wet, lustful kiss, Minjeong couldn’t help but to feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

You interlock her wrists with one of your belts, wiggling it to make sure it wasn’t too tight on the girl’s skin; just enough to make it a slightly ache. “Do you know your words?”

“Yes.”

“And what will you do if you want me to stop?”

“I’ll use them.” She assured you, nodding.

“Very well, then,” You took her in, looking so pretty messed up like that. You’d have to leave her like that more. “On your fours.”

Winter got half-up, cocking her head to the sides as she sent you a confused look. You were both still all dressed up. Had you forgotten about that detail, perhaps?

“Dress stays on,” You mumbled, groping her body through the fabric. “You look too pretty in that outfit. It nearly made me fuck you in the middle of the room, for everyone to see, when I first saw you.”

She giggled, delighted to have your praises. Her face was met with a pout soon after, though, as she sighed, defiantly. “If only you’d matched with me, instead of that bi—”

Winter lets out a loud grasp once you turn her around, adjusting her body roughly on your thighs.

“Shut the fuck up.” You told her. “Toys don’t talk. Specially ones that behaved so poorly the whole night.” Pushing her tiny dress up, you gave her ass a good squeeze. “Now, count. 10 for each cheek, since I’m feeling patient, for now.”

Winter couldn’t suppress the shiver that went through her body as she heard your words. She bit her lips, not wanting to let you see how much your tone aroused her; so drenched already, and you’ve only made out for a few minutes.

“O-one,” She took a deep breath as you went on, kissing her back and her ass until you’d finished, your hands’ impressions well painted on her milky skin. “T-two…”

You were surprised she didn’t lose count, not even once, even though her face was already glistening with a few tears, and she was shaking her head vigorously. “T-ten!”

You let out a proud smirk once you got her spankings over with, helping her up. “You did good, love.” You assured your girlfriend, kissing her gently to make sure she wasn’t overwhelmed. You let Winter take some time to breathe, nodding as she got her body closer to yours as much as she could, since her hands were still locked up.

Winter was always needy and touchy. You laugh at her exasperate touches, kissing her as you guide her body to lay on the bed completely. You tear down panties with hunger, soon taking out her white stockings, too, until you manage to push up the skirt of her dress and leave her cunt bare, inviting you over.

“You look so pretty, love. All dolled up and ready for me. So fucking hot tonight, baby.”

All she could do was nod, lost in pleasure as you kiss along her thighs. She instantly opens them more, hoping you’d mark them —just as you both liked it. You took your time pinching, sucking and bruising her perfect skin, enjoying the sound of the pornographic moans that left her mouth. You were drenched yourself, too, at the sight of your pretty girlfriend’s face as she lets out incoherent cries and whines.

Your fingers brush her cunt, never more than a light tease over her heated body as you add, “Wearing this little dress like the whore you are. Do you even have any idea of how delicious you look right now? Of how many people ogled you all night, desperate to touch you?” You giggled to yourself at the sound of her frustrated huffs, tracing your fingers to her slit before giving her pussy a long lick, “They can’t, though. You’re all mine. Mine to mark, mine to toy with. My doll.”

She couldn’t even answer as you dive in, sucking her pretty cunt vigorously as Winter wriggles and tries her best to get a hold of your hair, which makes you nibble your teeth though her sex, provoking her.

“M-more, more, mommy. Please! Oh shit—“ She was a mess, feeling even more as if she were going to erupt. Your hands kept touching her everywhere, with your nails leaving long, red lines from her forearms to the ends of her thighs.

As you kept on with an even faster rhythm, you could feel her inner walls clenching and her eyes starting to close in pleasure. So, naturally, you subsided your movements, allowing Winter’s cunt no more than a few kitten licks. She opened her eyes immediately, looking at you so adorably confused and frustrated.

“Do you really think you deserve to cum, my sweet?” Your fingertips entered her hole just enough so you could gather some of her wetness and taste it yourself, giving her sex a light slap. It made her joint, and you smiled at how sensitive she was, all bruised and marked. “With how much of an ungrateful slut you’ve been all night, hiding from my touches and presenting yourself to others…”

Still, she shook her head vigorously, “I’ll make it up to you, mommy, I promise.” Winter pleaded, with her best, sweetest voice. “Let me cum, please! Even though I don’t deserve it.”

Her obvious attempts to get herself off made you scoff, although you positioned yourself between Winter’s small body once again. She was your little doll, after all, so pretty dressed up as Alice in Wonderland.

And you have all the time in the world to edge her until she’s a withering mess, at the dorms, anyway.

Positioning your index and middle finger on her entrance, you brushed her hair off her face. “Work for it then, doll. If you want to get off so bad, do it.”

Winter’s eyes widened at your suggestion, and she let her shoulders down at the thought of having to do all the work. She’d never done such a thing, specially since you were always so eager to be the cause of her moans as she fell into pieces. As she opened her mouth to whine again, though, a simple look from you shut her out: the girl immediatly knew it was either that or nothing. Logically, your girlfriend bit her lip, pressing herself against your fingers as she felt the feeling of them in her tight cunt. She let out a loud moan, fucking herself on your fingers until the knot on her stomach soon presented itself back.

“Stop staring at me like that.” She said, looking the other way to not acknowledge you observing her, since she couldn’t push you herself. You curled your fingers inside of her, giggling at her little screams and surprised huffs.

“But you look so pretty, specially like this. Only for me.” You were making your best to follow through your words, even though Winter’s sounds and movements were making you crazy. You simply needed to grab her pretty little waist and take her until she was really screaming, crying loudly for you to stop.

However, you had to be patient, or else your girlfriend wouldn’t be taught her lesson. One she so desperately needed, so she would communicate to you better.

“Only for you, always.” She promised, her breathing erratic as she twitched under you. “Mommy, I’m gonna—please, please, let me cum.”

“Do it, love. You can cum, now.” You smiled, kissing Winter’s thighs as you bit them gently.

That did it for her; with a loud cry, she came all over your hand, trying to get your fingers off her pussy once she got too sensitive. You retrieved your fingers, sucking them clean as Winter gestured for you to set her hands free, which you promptly did. She immediately went to your lap, wrapping her fingers around your neck as she marked your skin, just as you had done to her, earlier.

“Thank you mommy.” She murmured, still light-headed and needy from her orgasm. You loved how dependent she got afterward, always requiring many cuddles and kisses after you fucked. You loved your girlfriend deeply, and she’d always be the number one in your life. “I wore the dress just for you, you know? I saw your look when we passed by the costume shop.”

You hummed, throwing your head slightly to allow Winter to suck on your neck as she liked to, “You’re such a little evil being, Minjeong.” She giggled, trailing kisses through your face until she captured your mouth, pulling you in for a long, slow kiss.

“I’m only yours.” She moved her bangs out of her face. “Are you only mine, too?”

“Of course, baby.” You frowned, squeezing her tiny waist to assure her of so. “I belong to you, just as you belong to me.”

“Good.” She whispered, feeling relieved to have that envious feeling finally off her shoulders. She didn’t master the courage to look at you, as she added. “I just wish we had matched, tonight.”

You held her even closer, kissing both of her cheeks repeatedly. “We will, next year. Ok?” You winked, managing to get a smile from her at the subtle promise. “You have to tell me when something’s bothering you, baby. I thought you were cool with me matching with Yuna and all.”

“I thought I was cool with it, too.” She shrugged, kicking her feet. “But I guess I wasn’t.”

You kissed her once again, hoping to have her know how much you loved her.

“It’s all good now, though. Come on, the party’s still going. Let’s head back?”

Winter’s head cocked to the side at your words, and soon her hands were toying with the hem of your crop top. She smirked, trying to look as innocent as she could at the thought of keeping you all to herself.

“Not yet… still want to get more of what’s mine, then.” You smiled back at the auburn haired girl, placing your arms up to allow her to get rid of the piece. “Besides, you’ve made me do all the work just now… I think I deserve a compensation.”

You scoffed, but pushed Winter’s body back on the bed just the same. You were her girlfriend, after all. You’d always spoil her rotten and indulge to her wishes.

“Bratty ass.”

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WINTER-010101—"Before Class, I Bang My Naughty Girlfriend Against Her School Locker Until She Makes It Snow With Her Squirt! How Will I Explain This To My Teacher?!"

Kim Minjeong (Winter) x Male Reader Smut

The northern sun streams six AM sunlight through the windows that are almost as blonde as Minjeong's hair. The bright color makes rectangular lamps on the hallway floor your shoes cross, serving as a helpful guide especially because the lights of the school aren't switched on yet.

Oh well, they never are at this time. Six AM is the earliest a student of SMTown High can arrive. That's the hour when the security guard, too groggy and exhausted from the night shifts, just opens the gates to welcome a new school day. He already knows you and Minjeong since the two of you are the early birds, but he still acts like he has never seen you in his life when you forget your ID card.

But for just this once—meaning the three-hundredth time—he let you in. Or maybe he did because Minjeong flashed him her infamous puppy eyes, her flattery-filled words entangling him till he had no choice but to grant you entrance.

Yeah, it's probably because of Minjeong.

At the crack of dawn here in your school, she walks with you through the aisles of blue lockers and classroom doors painted a woody brown. Minjeong is dressed in the uniform all twelfth grade girls wear: a plaid skirt and collared ribboned blouse under a jumper. No ripped jeans allowed. Neither are shorts and skirts above the knee. Pretty strict dress code for people eighteen to twenty years old, literally at the beginning of adulthood, but that's SMTOWN High for you.

"No way. Wasn't this Bae Joohyun's classroom?"

Minjeong's voice makes you stop in your tracks and look her way. Now she is standing at the doorway of a foreign classroom with her hands on her hips, eyes widened in pleasant surprise.

You recall Bae Joohyun very well. She is one of SMTOWN High's most prominent students-or at least, was. She finally left after graduating twelfth grade some years ago. During her three years in the school, she spent her time accomplishing several of the highest honors and winning almost every quiz competition you can think of. Spelling, history, mathematics... you name it, and she probably won first place for it.

"Yeah, I think so," you say. It does look like one of those rooms you remember spotting Joohyun in. You would leave your classroom to get a textbook from your locker and you'd catch a glimpse of her taking down notes through the window. "Why are you so surprised?"

"Oh nothing. Just remembered she promised me that she'd give me two thousand won as a growing-up gift after I turn nineteen. Now I'm nineteen, and she still hasn't given me shit."

You chuckle. Tugging Minjeong's arm so she can stop fuming at the empty room, you continue your stroll down the hall. "Why would she ever make a promise like that to you?"

"Because some people are actually very lovely and generous enough to be gifted nice things. You know, not like the loser who was eliminated out of the spelling bee because he couldn't spell 'compensation'."

Minjeong rolls her eyes at you then continues walking. The idea of the renowned Bae Joohyun has easily slipped her mind now that she remembers one of your embarrassing moments. For guaranteed extra sting, she sticks her tongue out at you with the best glare she can muster.

"First of all, ouch," you make a pained expression as you place a closed fist above your chest, "and second of all, what's it to you? That was back in ninth year. I can definitely spell it now."

She gives you a doubtful look. Meanwhile she barely misses walking into a locker with the door still thrown open if it weren't for your rescuing arm tugging her away. "Oh yeah? Do it.

"Fine. C—"

"—While you chase me to my locker!"

Suddenly Minjeong is bounding across the hallway like a cheetah. Easily struggling out of your grip, she leaves you alone with her long blonde hair whipping into your face and the flat of her shoe almost kicking your nose.

It's not fair at all! She's one of your class' star athletes while you stick to being in the science lab experimenting. This isn't your forte!

"Oh, come on, Kim Minjeong!" you protest, although you have already started running too.

"That didn't sound like O!"

Now she lays out a game for you, just like how the coaches at the covered court would announce the volleyball game she plays. But this one is more of a race—from Bae Joohyun's classroom to her locker, and the additional challenge is to spell that dreaded word.

You run after Minjeong on shaky legs. Poorly drawn awareness posters and sticky notes are all a colorful blur as your shoes slam against the slippery floor. They screech to a halt upon reaching a stairwell, almost slamming you to the wall, but they manage to step up the numerous blocks of height.

"O! M!"

M is for "Minjeong". Minjeong giggles as she runs to the right hand side of the corridors upon the end of the staircase. Now the two of you are on the third floor, bounding for each other as if you aren't too old to be playing tag.

The floor is made of rough stone. It makes it difficult for you to run after her with ensured safety. Passing by numerous empty classrooms and libraries, you almost seize Minjeong by her arm if it weren't for one of her long legs extending so that she can reach more steps.

"P!"

P is for "pain." Pain wreaks through your legs as just a few minutes of running starts to take a toll on your body. But you don't stop at all; the locker is only a staircase away.

You try to grab Minjeong as she runs up the curved side of the staircase, but you slip and fall instead. Your chin meets the rough ground.

"Ow!"

"That isn't a letter!"

You quickly get up despite the throbbing brokenness on your face. You climb the stairs four steps at once, taking long strides so you can catch up with your girlfriend.

You run across the hallway with your eyes locked on her. The letters start to leave your gritting teeth.

"E!"

Enter the curve of the halls to find Minjeong pulling up her socks. It gives you additional time to catch up with her, but once she sees you, she gets up again and runs. You wish that you also had her long slender legs so you could run just as fast as her.

"N!"

Now railings of the quadrangle come to view. They remind you that the lockers are already close. Although your legs are burning with all the strain, you strive on. After all, you can already see Minjeong just a few more laps away.

"S!"

Soon you'll get to her. You're sure of it. Just a few more laps and it's the final leap of faith for you. Minjeong is leaning against the door of her locker, screaming with both excitement and fear. You finally reach her and pin your hands to the door, trapping her in between the locker and yourself.

"A—"

—Another breath. Yes, take another breath and you'll be fine, even if Minjeong is a laughing blur in front of you.

"—T–"

—Try your best not to let your heavy breathing hit Minjeong's face. Your breath still smells like strawberries because of the gum you chewed on the way to school, but still that would be weird.

"–I–"

"Isn't racing the best?" Minjeong asks cheerfully. She brushes your hair lightly away from the sweat beading on your forehead.

"O... oh, definitely... N.... not," you spell out in between pants. Minjeong is still giggling at what you've just done. "Minjeong, that was not fun at all."

"It was fun for me!" she says, kissing your nose. "Can't believe you actually spelled it right."

"After spelling compensation, I definitely need it for the blood and tears I shed during that race. Fuck you, Minjeong."

"Oh? Then do it."

Minjeong's eyes say it all. The contact they have with yours never wavers, and her bottom lip juts out to persuade you even more.

Just a few seconds after the little "spelling bee" she has made you take, Minjeong has set a new challenge for you. And its objective is to fuck her right here, right now.

You gulp nervously. You don't know what she's thinking. The two of you are in school! CCTVs will be recording everything you do, not to mention the students that would come by later and see the two of you going at it. Having sex in public—especially in school—can get you suspended.

"Besides, it'll be easy to do it," Minjeong adds slyly. "You know why?"

"Minjeong—"

"Because I'm not wearing any panties today."

After hearing those words, all your concerns and doubts are thrown out of the window immediately. Your cock stands up with complete solidness at just imagining Minjeong doing something so daring right when you two are in school.

Minjeong turns her back and sticks her ass out. You can see the round firmness of her cheeks peeking out from underneath the ends of her skirt, and the pink wet hole just waiting to be stretched.

The moment she wiggles her ass at you, the lust has already gained full control over your mind. There's no turning back from here and now.

"How naughty," you remark, slapping her butt so that you can hear that cute yelp. Caressing the afflicted cheek before spanking her again, your fist closes around her long blonde hair before pulling it back. "Was this something you planned to happen, Minjeong? Me fucking your brains out in school?"

"Mmm, maybe," replies Minjeong. Her ass starts to rotate against your hand in circles when your finger forges a path inside her silken pussy. "But I deserve a good rough pounding, don't I? After everything I've put you through."

She sighs breathily as you finger her. Her hands find the sides of her locker to keep her balance. You aim for the rough spot inside her so that the slick hole squeezes tighter around your middle digit. Soon, her arousal becomes obvious; her nipples poke up beneath her uniform and her moans start to get louder.

You reach from behind her and start to squeeze one of her tits through her top. Her erect nipple slides against your palm while you finger-fuck her, causing the wetness to overflow and coat the rest of your hand.

Maybe taking your compensation isn't something worth avoiding after all, even with the possible suspension.

You knead her breasts as if they were dough. They're small, but large enough to be a handful that's easy to play with. You undo the front buttons of her jumper so that you can play with her tits more through a thinner barrier. Now you can feel how hard her nipples are and learn exactly how to take advantage of their sensitivuty.

"Oh fuck," Minjeong whimpers. Her curse is not only caused by your pinching; another finger has slid inside her, poking at her sensitive spots and reaching deeper. "This feels so fucking good."

She starts to ride your fingers desperately. While your middle and ring fingers are nestled deep inside her cunt, your index stretches to play with her small clit. Minjeong clenches on your fingers tightly, already close to orgasm.

"Not so fast, slut." You remove your hand from her pussy, much to her disappointment. But that feeling quickly erases when she hears your zipper undo and your pants fall to the floor. "I'm going to fuck you against your locker while you suck your juices off my fingers like a good girl, you got it? Don't be so greedy."

Her eyes glimmer at the idea. And she makes sure to get your heart racing with the way she easily takes your fingers in her mouth when you prod them against hed lips. Eyes shining with confidence, she suckles on your fingers to clean herself off of them. Her tongue twirls and licks while her teeth daringly bite, an action that is chastised by a reprimanding yank of her hair.

The only time her eyes leave yours is when your cock enters her cunt. They look up into her hooded eyelids, making a perfect ahegao. Her moans vibrate against your fingers sealed between her lips.

Minjeong is a tight fit. She can easily be the perfect fuck doll; her slim little body, pretty face and tight hole can make any man (or woman) commit crimes for her. The school uniform is just the cherry on top of it all. Grunting, your hips jerk and slap Minjeong's ass just like your hand did earlier.

"Mmmm," she hums in satisfaction. Her drool makes the skin of your fingers wrinkle, but you don't mind it all. You love the choking sound she makes when you press your fingers down on her tongue to stuff her throat, extracting streams and streams of saliva from her.

Minjeong's hips roll so that your cock grinds against the perfect spots. She's drooling from both lips, abundant juices coating your member while saliva makes a mess on her chin, but it's pretty obvious that she's enjoying it.

Your thrusts rock against her ass and makes the locker shake. That isn't good at all; that's what Minjeong is relying on for balance. Her legs already feel like noodles! Her hands curl around the locker tighter as she curses softly with every hump in her pussy.

"Yes, right there!" She encourages you to maintain the speed and angle of your thrusting. Your cockhead constantly knocking against her cervix feels so hot, and she loves how she can feel the imprint of your dick on her stomach.

"Holy shit, Minjeong. You're so fucking tight."

As your compensation, all you want is to fuck those uncompromising walls apart so that her pussy could memorize your size and length. But even with the roughest banging, Minjeong's pussy remains compact, threatening to keep your dick inside her forever if you didn't have the strength to pull out.

The slapping sounds accompany the rocking of the locker. Your stomach slaps her behind and in return her body makes the locker slam against the wall. But Minjeong tries her best to bear the intense pleasure of your stiff cock impaling her pussy, although her fist is straining to maintain its grip and her eyes are fastened shut.

"Hnghhh, ahhh, faster, oppa," Minjeong pleads, pouting cutely. "Your dick feels so good inside me. I want it deeper, please, I want it! Fuck!"

You remove your fingers from her mouth so they can instead grab one of her legs and raise it up. Minjeong starts to scream; with her thigh squished underneath your grip, the angle you've pulled her leg to allows you to drive deeper into her. Her vagina can barely handle the rougher penetration.

So she clenches hard around you and, now without your hand blocking her sounds, lets out the loudest scream you've ever gotten out of her. The lubrication starts to become excessive, dripping your mixed juices on her skirt and locker. With how tight she's squeezing due to the powerful orgasm, you can truthfully say that thrusting in and out of her is more difficult than any homework you've done.

But you'd still choose doing her over your assignments.

"Fuck, b-babe, I came too hard," says Minjeong weakly. "Please slow down. I don't know if I can handle it."

But slowing down is not in your vocabulary because of how addicting her wet sex is. In fact, you only continue with a faster rhythm. Minjeong's hips stutter and knock against her locker as she squirts, effectively spraying girl cum on the floor.

"Oh, but didn't you say you deserved a good pounding?" you ask her. She moans when your lips start to attack her pale neck with rough love bites and sucks. Her powdery cologne is the sweetest scent you've ever smelled. "A good, rough pounding? Why are you asking for mercy now?"

You stress the word with an unusually sharp thrust. Minjeong's legs have started to give up, no longer able to keep her standing. She blushes embarrasedly as she makes a mess with another squirting.

"Please, you're gonna leave a mark!"

And you already have. Purple and red pepper her skin that was once as white as her nickname, the result of your passionate kisses.

You laugh. "Are you really worried about what people might see after you paraded around with no panties? You are such a liar, Minjeongie. A very bad, lying slut."

Anyone would have raised an eyebrow at your choice of words, but for Minjeong, that only makes her wetter. Once the degrading words reach her ears, she cries out lewdly and nods in agreement.

"Yes! Yes, I'm yours, babe," the sobbing Minjeong announces, wiggling her butt even more to keep your dick inside her. "I'm your slut! Please make your slut squirt, use her like a doll!"

Her words contradict her earlier ones, but you're not one to complain. You give her what she wants wholeheartedly, wrecking her hole rapidly until scratches and hand prints have formed on her inner thighs and ass from your unforgiving violations.

Give her more of the slaps and spanks. The pain just feeds her lust; tears form at the ends of her eyes and roll down her red face, but she still moves in harmony with you. And when you try to pull out, she squeezes your engorged tip, a simple action that has escalated you nearer on your path to orgasm.

But it isn't safe to cum inside her; your doubts about the effectiveness of the pill she's taken resurface to mind. You consider cumming inside her despite those worries, but you have a better idea.

You pull out and quickly turn Minjeong around. She weakly leans against her locker, replacing the pleasure from your penetration with quick measured rubs on her clit. The stimulation of her erogenous zone makes her overly sensitive, making her whine and sob, but she maintains her ministrations as the two of you get off to each other.

While her eyes are glued to your cock as you jerk off, you gaze at your girlfriend and think of how hot she looks: hand tucked underneath her skirt to get herself off, the buttons of her blouse and jumper torn apart, and her mouth opening and closing while she tries to stop being so loud. Cumming all over her would be the perfect addition to her outfit.

"You look so pretty like this, Minjeong," you tell her truthfully. Your own breath is interrupted with deep moans, contrasting her pitchy whines. "So fucking needy for me. Let's cum together, okay?"

"Hurry!" Minjeong says, rubbing her clit faster. She could feel her stomach tense and her core tighten around nothing. She could sense her orgasm preparing to attack her. "Please, oppa, I don't know if I can hold it any longer!"

Minjeong's body involuntarily spasms and shakes at the effects of the impending orgasm. It's almost filthy; there's a puddle of her own cum on the floor that can become a pond with how much of a squirter she is.

You mentally count down to both of your orgasms. One, you tighten your fist around your dick, two, you start fucking your own hand, and three—

"Hanghhh!"

Minjeong's deafening scream signals her orgasm. As she sprays the floor with her own cum, you ejaculate on her uniform. White liquid spurts all over her blouse and skirt like a fountain. It ruins her outfit, and makes her look like a used fuckdoll, almost as if you were accompanied by more people in savaging her body.

Minjeong (barely) stands there with shaking legs. Her thighs are wet and so is her uniform, having been rained on with white semen. Her panting face just adds to the masterpiece that is Kim Minjeong, given a long and good pounding by no other man than you.

Though it certainly looks like she has just gotten a bukkake.

"Fuck, let's cut classes today, yeah?" Minjeong suggests. "I can't go to class looking like this."

"Let's do it. But this time, you're the one who has to run after me while you spell 'cumdump'."

Minjeong grins mischievously. "Bring it on."

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042 My Body's made of Crushed Little Stars

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you can feel your heart thump against your chest. too scared to look back down to face jaemin's round eyes. you're frozen in the doorframe, with his hand still gripping your arm.

"it's not like we haven't kissed before, (y/n)."

but his comment does nothing to ease your quick heart rate. if anything, it makes it worse. taking you back to the time where the two of you shared your first kisses with each other. both inexperienced teenagers who wanted to learn how to kiss before meeting potential romantic interests. you don't remember how his lips feel and you're not sure you want to.

jaemin lets go of your arm, opting to grab your face with both hands. leaning your head down so his lips touch the center of your forehead. his lips are tacky. coated with a thick layer of tinted lip balm that sticks to your forehead.

stunned, you're still not able to maintain eye contact with jaemin. not as he wipes the balm that sticks to your forehead. not as he smiles at you sheepishly while giving you a small shrug.

"rules are rules, right, (y/n)?" he's almost out of the office when he turns to look at you again, "hey, i want to say thanks for the camera. i really appreciate it, i've been saying i wanted this specific model for months, i honestly thought jaehyun was going to get it--" jaemin looks down for a second, surprised with his own sudden confession but he doesn't let it get to him. instead he looks up back at you and smiles. a smile that doesn't reach his eyes this time. "i'll see you out there."

it takes you a few seconds to follow behind jaemin, this time you don't take notice to any of johnny's photographs or the loud conversations that come from the living room. you're still in a daze even as you sit yourself next to sungchan again, placing your head on his shoulder out of familiarity. you almost missed the warmth that radiated from him.

"hey, almost ready to go?"

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bet on me! -> firefighters

yu jimin (katarinabluu; yoor_ass) - is so done; gets a existential crisis every time someone debates with y/n; loves the kids (not giselle)

uchinaga aeri (aerichandesu; made_in_japan) - the rest doesn’t know about her secret taylor swift fan account; chronically active on her ‘official’ priv; besties w/ yunjin

kim minjeong (imwinter; imcolder) - loves y/n like her sister (could kill her); chaotic evil; is too quiet to be innocent

yizuho ning (imnotningning; imningning) - is not really here; fake maknae; y/n’s left foot

l/n y/n (aechild; homomyass) - has the same private account for ‘the straights’ and her band mates; ‘straightest idol in the industry’; the maknae

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ི the sweetiest person in da world ♡

aespa ✦ winter moodboard

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Her Angel

GP Winter x F! Reader

Warnings: Blood, Killing , beginning is kinda gruesome, slightly rough smut, fluff, creampie, breeding, etc. 💃🏼

Word Count: 2.5k

A/n: Mafia leader minjeong 🧎‍♀️

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"Boss, he’s here." Winter's eyes snapped up toward her underboss Karina, the pen slipping from her grip. A glint of steely resolve flashed in her gaze as she rose from her seat, her expression hardening with determination. Without a word, she strode purposefully to the door, her underboss trailing behind her.

With measured steps, Winter descended the staircase, the sound of her heels reverberating against the concrete walls of the dimly lit basement. There, in the stark shadows, a man sat bound to a chair, his body bruised, his head bowed in a display of defeat.

Witnessing the sight, a surge of revulsion and fury twisted Winter's features. She approached him, her presence casting a foreboding aura in the enclosed space. Standing tall before the captive, she bore into him with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine.

Reaching out, she grasped his hair firmly, coercing his head upwards until his gaze met hers in an unflinching confrontation. Her eyes radiated an icy, and unyielding resolve.

The man winced, his voice strained with agony as he pleaded, "Please, I didn't know."

Winter's expression remained unforgiving, her silence deafening in the oppressive atmosphere of the basement's stillness. Her gaze bore into his, a testament to her displeasure and the depth of her disappointment.

Winter's voice sliced through the air, raspy and chilling. "I'm glad you understand who I am." Her words carried an edge, laden with a cold finality. With deliberate steps, she advanced toward a table adorned with an array of weaponry, her silhouette casting ominous shadows against the basement walls.

The man, desperate and pleading, persisted, "I didn't know she was yours. Just let me go, I promise I won't say anything."

Slowly, almost deliberately, Winter turned her head toward him. In her hand, a knife caught the glint of the dim light, its presence ominous. Her movements were deliberate, measured, as she closed the distance between them, each step echoing the gravity of her intent.

Her countenance betrayed no emotion as she approached, the stark determination in her eyes painting a chilling picture of what was to come. The silence in the room grew palpable as the scene unfolded, a haunting prelude to an impending resolution.

The man's voice cracked with desperation, tears streaming down his face. "Please," he begged, his voice trembling with fear and anguish.

Winter paid no remorse. She raised the knife, stabbed the man's hand, and twisted it. He screamed in agony. An evil smirk appeared on her face; it was like music to her ears. She withdrew the knife and performed the same action on the second hand, except this time she purposefully severed a finger. Blood gushed on her pants. She glanced down at it, admiring the pretty crimson, but she was getting bored at this point. She got behind the man, raising the knife to his neck. "No one touches my wife.” She said menacingly.

"N-ggghdjsdfj…." The man began to scream, but Winter sliced his throat, causing him to gargle on his own blood.

As the man's life drained away, Winter felt a surge of satisfaction, relishing in the sight of his agony. The room fell silent, except for the gurgling sounds of his last breaths.

In a commanding tone, Winter directed Karina, who had been observing the entire scene, "Clean this up."

"You got it," Karina responded with a nod, moving swiftly to attend to the aftermath without question.

Winter ascended the stairs and made a beeline for her car, eager to head home to you, her wife.

A mere couple of nights ago, You, Winter, and her formidable gang—graced one of Winter's exclusive strip clubs. The club, a sanctuary of opulence and secrecy, buzzed with an electric atmosphere. As a feared gang leader, Winter held court with an air of command, her presence casting a shadow that demanded both respect and fear.

In this world, everyone knew the unspoken rules. Fear dictated respect, but there was one unbreakable decree: no one dared to encroach upon her wife. Amidst the allure and chaos of the night, it was an understood truth—her wife was off-limits to anyone but Winter, a privilege granted exclusively to her within their formidable realm.

In the midst of the club's pulsating energy, an outcast of a man dared to disregard the unspoken rule, making you uncomfortable. Locked in a momentary gaze with Winter, a silent plea for intervention passed between you.

Instantly, Winter rose from her seat, determination etched across her features as she strode purposefully towards you. However, before she could reach your side, Karina, her loyal underboss, intercepted the intrusion. With a swift and decisive move, Karina deflected the man away, a testament to her unwavering commitment to Winter's protection.

Acknowledging Karina's swift response, Winter settled back into her seat, a tacit trust placed in her capable underboss. Her eyes, though, remained fixed on you, a silent reassurance communicated through her unwavering gaze—a promise that she was there, vigilant and ready, should anything escalate.

The guy grumbled but yielded to Karina's unwavering stare, backing away reluctantly. With a silent nod, Karina guided you back to Winter's side, her protective presence a reassuring shield.

Safe in Winter's embrace, you expressed the desire to leave, and she complied without hesitation. As she made her way out, her eyes caught Karina's, a wordless agreement passing between them—an unspoken understanding that the man who dared to lay a hand on you would face consequences.

In an unspoken pact between Winter and her loyal underboss and friend, Karina took matters into her own hands. The man found himself kidnapped and bound in the basement of their gang mansion—an ominous testament to the consequences of defying Winter's boundaries, especially when it came to you, her cherished partner.

Before Winter could even reach the threshold, there you stood, an ethereal vision in the soft glow of the hallway lights, adorned in a lustrous silk robe that cascaded gently around you. Your presence seemed to command the space, a captivating allure drawing Winter's attention even before she crossed the threshold.

The fabric draped elegantly against your frame, the sheen of the material accentuating every contour and curve, hinting at a quiet confidence. The robe's delicate folds danced with every subtle movement, casting an air of effortless grace upon you.

To Winter, you were a breathtaking sight. As her eyes fell upon you, admiration sparked within her, a swell of affection flooding her heart. The way the light played upon your features, highlighting the elegance in every gesture, made her pause, her chest swelling with love and adoration.

In that moment, seeing you standing there, leaning against the archway, Winter couldn't help but marvel at your beauty. The way you carried yourself, your serene presence against the familiar backdrop of their home, stirred a profound sense of love within her. Your beauty, both inside and out, was a constant marvel to Winter, and she cherished every moment she spent in your presence.

"Welcome home, my love," I exclaimed, my eyes bright with an unmistakable spark of excitement as Winter stepped through the door, her presence filling the space.

"Welcome indeed," she rasped, her voice laced with a hint of longing, as she closed the distance between us. Pulling me close, she enveloped me in a kiss that held a silent narrative of our reunion.

Her lips, a gentle yet fervent touch, conveyed a depth of emotion that stirred a symphony of feelings within me. The warmth of her embrace, the scent of her lingering cologne, and the soft brush of her hand against my cheek created a tapestry of intimacy, a moment suspended in time that whispered of our unspoken connection.

I withdrew slightly, my eyes tracing the patterns of blood adorning Winter's attire. The crimson stains, stark against the fabric, stood as a testament to the tumultuous nature of her day. Gazing into her calm eyes, I couldn't help but notice the weariness that hid behind her stoic expression, a silent narrative of the challenges she faced.

"Long day?" I inquired softly, my concern etched in the furrow of my brows as I guided her inside, determined to help her find solace in our home. Urging her gently toward our sanctuary, I intended to procure a fresh change of clothes to alleviate the weight of the day.

"Just an average day at the Kim estates," she quipped in a teasing tone, her attempt to lighten the mood despite the gravity of the situation. I moved towards our closet, reaching for a new set of clothes, ready to offer her respite from the day's trials.

However, before I could hand her the garments, she intercepted them with a swift motion, tossing them onto the bed. "Missed you," she confessed, her voice filled with genuine adoration. Drawing me into her embrace once more, her closeness was a comforting reassurance amidst the chaos, a genuine yearning for connection after enduring the trials of her world.

“Minjeong!" I exclaimed, a laugh bubbling up. "You're covered in blood. Let's get you cleaned up."

"Help me?" she asked, pouting slightly.

"How are you a gang leader? Hmm? You're just too cute," I teased, a playful grin tugging at my lips.

"What do you mean? I'm not cute; I'm hot and sexy," she retorted, feigning offense and pouting once more.

"Sure, Min, let's take off your clothes so I can wash them," I offered, starting to unbutton her shirt to assist.

Winter, with a tender touch, rubbed my sides as I carefully assisted her. Her gestures carried a silent acknowledgment, a comforting reassurance amidst the situation. Guiding her towards our ensuite, I walked alongside, feeling her supportive presence. The gentle rubs on my sides from Winter conveyed a subtle tenderness, a small yet powerful display of her care for me in that moment.

Carefully, I prepared a bath for Winter, intent on easing the weight of the day from her shoulders. With precision, I added bubbles and a few drops of fragrant lavender oil, the soothing aroma mingling with the warm steam. Winter observed the process, her eyes reflecting a sense of gratitude and affection for the care I was providing without hesitation.

"Thank you, angel," she whispered softly as she sank into the inviting bath, a sigh of relief escaping her lips as the stress began to dissipate.

"Of course, Min," I responded, settling nearby as she soaked in the soothing waters. The gentle ambiance of the bath enveloped us in a tranquil moment, the unspoken bond between us palpable in the way I tended to her needs, offering comfort in silence as she found solace in the serenity of the bath.

"Come join me," Winter invited, extending her hand in a gesture that beckoned me to share the tranquil moment with her.

Slipping out of my robe, I readied myself to join her, feeling the steam from the bath embrace my skin as I approached the inviting warmth. With each step, the serene ambiance of the room wrapped around me, offering a sense of tranquility that matched Winter's calming presence.

Winter's touch on my sides in the bath was soothing, both of us unwinding in the warmth of the water. However, the ambiance took a turn as an unexpected desire began to stir between us.

Winter’s hand cascaded from my waist to my core. Her fingers stop right above your clit, making you quiver. She smirked, leaning closer to your ear she whispers “ Turned on angel?” She continued her assault on your clit , sending electrical currents through your body at the feeling.

“Fuck Minjeong” I sighed out in pleasure. You could feel her hardening behind you, so you reached back and pumped her shaft.

“Fuck angel” She groaned. Inserting three of her fingers inside you, curling it immediately causing you to cry out in pleasure. Her lips latched on to your neck marking them, but she couldn't take it anymore. She pulled out her fingers causing you to whimper, and softly pushed you forward turning you around to face her. She stood up, lifting you in her arms, and made her way to the bedroom. Upon entering, she gently placed you on the bed, desire burning in her gaze.

“ I wanted to take it easy on you” She rasped with desire. “But that can wait”. Her voice, low and sultry, sent shivers down my spine as she leaned in closer. Winter gripped your neck, choking you slightly as she pressed her lips to mine. Your core burning in pleasure as she continued thrusting her fingers inside of you. The intensity of her touch matched the fire in her eyes. " Fuck Minjeong" You mewled."J-just like that."

Winter growled as she continued to please you. Her skilled hands moved with precision, each touch igniting a new wave of pleasure. "Fuck, look at you, angel." The room was filled with the sound of my moans, and the air was thick with desire. She pulled her finger out of my core, sucking her fingers while she pumped her shaft. Her other hand, still on my neck, grips it harder this time, my vision blurring slightly. "Delicious as always," she remarked with a smirk.

Your eyes trailed down to her cock, precum oozing from the tip. Winter took notice of this and guided her dick to your core, thrusting her entire length inside you

“Shit!” You cried out, the bed creaks as she rams into you. Your hands tug her hair making Winter moan and grunt as her hips slap against yours. She fucks you hard in the mattress, her lips crashing into yours.

Her hips unrelenting as you wrapped your legs around her waist, your legs are starting to get sore. She now angles her hips, the vein on her dick rubbing your insides deliciously, filling you to the brim with the snaps of her hips. “Good girl taking me so well.” She purred. “ Fuck -you feel so good around me angel, let me put a baby inside you.”

“Yess, fuck, Minjeong!” I cried out.

“I’ll fill you up till you're carrying my babies” She said, as she continued pounding into my core harshly.

Your body on fire, burning with ecstasy as you cried out for her. Your cunt clenches around her hard dick. Winter knows you're close, so she started to rub your clit which sent you ever the edge. “Shit minjeong I’m cumming” You moaned out, your eyes shut closed as your mouth agape opened as your orgasm knocked your breath away. Your legs shake with pleasure. Winter moans at the tightness of your pussy and shoots her load inside you as she keeps thrusting, her cum leaking out of you as she fills you till the brim, making you full of her seed, sweat gleaming on her forehead as she keeps herself inside of you. Once she softens she pulls away kissing you and caressing your stomach.

"You're mine, Y/n," she uttered softly, the weight of every word laced with unwavering commitment. Her gaze held a mosaic of love and determination, a testament to the depth of her emotions. "I promise to protect you and our future children, to shield them from every storm that may come our way.”

"Thank you, Minjeong. I'll always be by your side forever," I expressed gently, the assurance resonating in my words.

Who would've thought, huh? Falling for someone like her, the one who leads an entire gang. She's usually this stoic, formidable figure that everyone fears, yet with you, she sheds that tough exterior. It's like she's a completely different person—gentle, compassionate.

Your Minjeong.

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What Friends do

Kim Minjeong x 5thmember!reader

Synopsis: winter finds out that you and giselle have been fucking. as you grow tired of her subtle glares and questions, you ask her if she wants to try it, too. She’s hesitant about it, at first, but soon confesses that she’d love to try being edged in public, and naturally, you’re more than happy to help her with that.

Warnings: sub!winter x dom!reader. public edging + cumming. vibrators. lots of plot w a little bit of smut, I guess :) I hope this is ok ˆˆ I tried my best.

Word count: 5k

Notes: I j kept writing and suddely it was 5k long lol. honestly, I think +3k words (personally speaking) might be too much… the words start to lose their meanings and my writing kind of slacks off, yk? So it’ll try to tone it down, for any future works. that’s my opinion, tbh. what do you think?

Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3

“Are you and Aeri unnie a thing?” Winter asks, ever so casually. Her eyes are still glued on her phone; playing sudoku, most likely.

Her words make you choke on your milkshake, coughing violently. “What? No. of course not,” You add, curiously, “What makes you think that?”

“She checks you out all the time.” Your bandmate shrugs, tone indifferent as if she were talking about the weather. “And it’s not like you’re exactly subtle, either. You’d think her face is in her tits, with how much you ogle them.”

You frown, playing with your drink’s straw. Your encounters with Aeri were happening with some sort of frequency now, although it was rather natural— you were both needy and the sex was good and easy, so it was truly a win-win situation. However, you’ve never stopped to think about the way you acted in public. Now that you did, you could observe the truth behind Winter’s comments: you’d gotten closer to her over the past few weeks. Giselle wasn’t a naturally over affective person, but she’d often be found tugging your shirt or brushing your hips, dragging you to be closer to her whenever you wandered too far.

You gulp, reminding yourself to talk to her about it, later.

“…because if you are, then it’s ok, too.” You’ve missed most of Winter’s discourse, lost in thoughts, one she’s deeply immersed into. The older girl’s voice hushes in a low, hesitant tone, the usual confidence she’d try so hard to bring on stage all gone now. “I just wish any of you told us. I-I thought we were friends! I tell you everything. It’s not fair.”

Winter’s short, auburn hair moves with the wind’s breeze, enticing her delicate appearance. She crosses her arms, rolling her eyes once she realizes you were too distracted to pay attention to her words and give her a proper answer.

She already knows about it, somehow. And she’s hurt you haven’t told her. You realize. She’s a smart, attentive girl, of course; probably figured it out all by herself.

“Sorry, I dozed out.” You shrug as she remains silent, not backing down from getting her answer—yet not amused, either. It wasn’t uncommon for you to unintentionally drift apart during a conversation, with your unnies having to explain stuff to you two, sometimes three times, before you finally managed to maintain your focus for long enough to understand. “Ok, ok. We might’ve fucked a few times…”

Minjeong smirks; she loves to be right about things. Clapping her hands, she lets out little giggles, “I knew it! Why didn’t you tell me sooner, Y/n? We’re literally best friends!”

She was right; Winter was the one you were closest with, out of all the girls, even though none of you knew exactly why. Your personalities were rather different. However, you’d often be found talking for hours and hours over the craziest topics with insane enthusiasm. You tell her everything, and she was great at giving you advice and putting you back to your senses. She never complained, not even when your banter was too frequent or too whiny for the other members to endure.

“I’m sorry,” You apologize, sincerely. You really should’ve told her: it was nothing serious, and there was no reason in hiding it. “It just didn’t even go through my mind. It was so natural how it happened the first time—and the others… I didn’t think it would even matter.” You poke her nose, noticing the way Winter’s pout turns into a small smile. You knew she wasn’t truly upset— she simply just longs to be a part of your life. “What do you want to know, though? C’mon, I’ll tell you everything.”

Your suggestive tone is the reason Winter’s face turns as red as a tomato, sipping on her Coke Zero avidly to avoid your suggestive answer.

She does smack you when your loud laugh starts attracting them attention, though.

“Aeri is going out.” Winter announces, taking your AirPods off without your consent, so you’d fully focus on her.

You glance at Aeri, who’s caught up rearranging a bunch of stuff in one of her small Prada purses. Your bandmate is wearing a beautiful leopard dress with scandalous black heels, pin-straight hair falling neatly to her waist and red tint kissing her lips. She looks flawless, much different from you— too cozy in your big pajamas and disheveled hair.

“I have eyes, you know.” You mumble, but smile at the sight of the Uchinaga, dropping your nintendo on the couch and whistling to get her attention. “You look so hot, Aeri unnie! Have fun!” Aeri smiles and gives you and Winter a kiss before running towards the door.

“I will, thanks Y/nn-ie! Don’t wait up for me!” She screams as she locks the door, leaving the room silent. The only apparent tension is Winter, who stares at you with narrowed eyes.

“What is wrong with you, unnie?” You scoff, annoyed as you return to your game. Mario’s red cap and silhouette can be seen through the screen in your hands, and Winter shifts on the couch, hugging her knees as she keeps on staring at you.

“Aeri is going out. Somi-sunbaenim will be there, too.” She repeats herself, making you even more confused. Seeing your frown and how her words weren’t enough to have you interested in paying her attention, Winter grabs the device, shutting it down.

“Hey! What the fuck?” You try to take it from her hands, only for her to tighten her grip.

The auburn haired girl has, unlike you, a significant amount of strength.

“Yn, focus! Aeri is going out and Somi will be there!” Her voice is outraged, not able to understand how you were so chill about this.

“So?” You are still frowning as you try to get your nintendo back, clearly not bothered. “Somi’s fucking hot, Winter. I hope Aeri fucks her. Again, I mean. You know…”

Winter’s mouth opens to a big O, surprised by your answer. You take advantage of that moment to grab your nintendo back, although she’d managed to get your sole focus. You cock your head to the sides, engines running with the earn of being able to understand what went through her mind.

“Aren’t you jealous? Or insecure?” Winter asks, frowning.

“What? No. Why would I be?” seeing her equally confused expression, you sigh, sitting properly. “Winter, we fuck, that’s literally it. Aeri and I are friends, and will only be friends. It’s just sex, really.”

It was clear that the older girl still didn’t understand your dynamics, but she bit her tongue, not wanting to be a bitch about it.

“Ok.” She nodded, messing her hair, “I just don’t really get it, I think.”

“There’s no jealousy between us, Minjeongie.” You tell her, hoping to clarify things. “Because there’s not a relationship, get it? And there won’t be one. We are friends, and bandmates, and we like to have fun, sometimes. Nothing else.”

She stands up, still looking at you as if you were an alien.

“Ok.” Your bandmate sighs, clearly disapproving your whole dynamics. “I’ll go to my room.”

“Huh, ok.”

You stare at Winter’s back while she leaves the living room, without waiting for an answer.

The two of you are splashed on your bedroom’s massive rug when she mentions it again.

“So… it all started with that?” Winter asks, looking at the vibrator displayed on your desk. You grit your teeth, realizing you’d simply thrown it in the first place you saw, after cleaning it. You had found the toy when doing your laundry, and decided it wouldn’t hurt to keep it extra clean, even if it had been ages since you’ve last used it.

After the day Giselle went to the party, you started noticing how curious Winter had gotten about your relationship— or lack thereof. She’d send you subtle glances whenever the five of you were hanging out, and her questions were soon becoming more and more obvious. It was fairly noticeable, how intrigued and interested the whole thing had gotten her.

With that, Winter started seeking for details of how you and Giselle fucked for the first time, which led you to the current situation: the green vibrator displayed in your hands, teasing your friend as you playfully jiggle it onto her face. You try to hand it to her so she’ll touch it, but she retreats instead, face all red from embarrassment.

“Pretty much, yeah.” You smirk, eyeing her just as curiously, “Why are you suddenly so interested, though? Would you like to try it?”

“What, no! Ew.” Her eyes go wide at your suggestion, and Winter shakes her head vigorously. You laugh at how she looks like she’s about to combust; she’s always been so composed, and so… chaste, whenever one of you mentioned anything about sex. It’s endearing, even.

You had thought, initially, that she was simply a private person— which was more than ok, of course. However, her current reactions led you to wonder if her reactions weren’t from lack of experience, too.

“Ok, then.” You tuck your vibrator back in the drawers and brush the subject off, immediately sensing how her muscles relax, and her face changes into a mix of easy features. The last thing you’d want is to make her uncomfortable, so the change is much appreciated.

You do notice how Winter keeps biting her lip, though. And the way her eyes flicker to your drawers, before focusing back on your face. You bite your cheek, too, to prevent a big smile from covering your face. She’ll come around, just like you did. Patience was a virtue, and you would happily wait for your friend to grow confident enough to come out of her shell and take whatever she wanted to.

“I changed my mind.” Winter announces, staring down at you with assertiveness. You snort, pouting.

“Yeah, that’s too bad. You gave me that fucking top, there’s no way you’re getting it back.”

“No.” She rolls her eyes, annoyed. “I mean, about that other thing.”

The five of you have just finished performing at Music Bank, and you’re currently trying very hard to sit still, so the makeup artist can work on getting all the foundation out of your face. As a result, you’re unable to turn and take a proper look at your bandmate, whose voice is so quiet you barely hear her correctly.

“You mean dinner? Because we still have to cook, even though it sucks, I know. It’s our day, there’s no escape.” You frown. Winter rubs her arms nervously, eyes staring everywhere but at your face.

“No!” She’s exasperated, and impatient to know you’re not playing with her: you simply don’t understand what she’s implying. Which means she’ll have to be direct about it, nearly begging. And that’s the last thing Winter wants to do. “I want to… try what you’ve suggested, the other day. With the, ahn sex thing.”

You try your best to not make your eyes grow wide, swallowing deep to keep focus. “Ok. Do you want to do it when we get back home?”

Winter hesitates. Her hands trace patterns on the beige vanity, “I don’t know. I don’t know if I want to do it at home, either.” She seems to ponder, before adding. “But I do want to do it. Badly”.

“Ok.” You nod, smiling at her to make sure she’s comfortable and completely reassured. “We can just go with it whenever you’re comfortable, then. There’s no need to hurry.”

Winter smiles back at you, before being dragged by Ningning to film that new tiktok challenge the maknae’s been so eager to shoot. You don’t mind, though. In, fact, you thrive on watching them being the silliest, carefree versions of themselves they can, while on camera. It pleases you to know they can show such part of themselves to your fans without being scrutinized or criticized.

The five of you are at the mall, enjoying your day off together as if you’ve never been separated in your entire lives. You’re laying in one of the waiting room’s cushions, waiting for Karina and Ningning to be done with trying on the whole store’s winter collection. Giselle’s hands are full, too, and her critical eyes examine every piece before choosing for herself. Her expressive faces leave you curious, eager to you know what thoughts go through her mind. In fact, you get so invested in trying to guess the girl’s internal monologue, you barely notice Winter’s frame standing beside you.

You haven’t touched her at all, not ever since she’s confessed to you about her urges. You know Winter must be fuming, whimpering with need and the desire to be relived, or simply touched, in any ways you’d like. Your intention was to leave the idea of being pleasured linger on your bandmate’s mind. The flashes going through her brain for weeks until she was nothing but pliable and ready for your commands, searching restlessly for an orgasm that she’d have to work really hard for.

It was the sweetest part, out of all of it. Being able to see Winter jump slightly whenever your fingers brush her skin, like a lost, fragile bunny. You adore it.

“Y/n.” She whines, and you can hear the neediness in her voice, no matter how much she tries to hide it. “I don’t want to wait, anymore. I want it now.”

You roll her eyes at her demands, even though you’ve already decided you’ve had enough playing, too.

“I do have something for you, Winter.” You tell her, reaching your arms out. Once she gets to you, you kiss her hands, ever so gently. “Something to make you feel better. To kill the urges that have been going on your body for weeks, now. Would you like it?”

Her voice falters. “I thought you had forgotten about t-that.”

“Oh, I could never.” You think your smirk will surpass your face, with how much you’re smiling. Ever since she’d pleaded for you to touch her, your mind has been plagued by the numerous ways you’d take her, ruining her pretty little body until she was passed out, drunk on her orgasms. “Shall we, then?”

Truth be told, the anticipation you’ve built was starting to get to you as much as it riled Winter up.

She was confused to be guided to the restroom stalls rather to the car. Were you not taking her home? How else would you get a taste of her, like you promised, then?

Her thoughts, however, dissipated once you started to unbutton her jeans, letting the loose piece fall through her knees.

“W-What are you doing?” She paled, trying to reach for them back. Her back hit the wall, and she was once again reminded of how petite she truly was, cornered by your frame. She tried her best to nudge you, hoping to get you off her. Your feet, however, were stamped onto the ground, and the grip you had on her hips was a tad too strong. She gulped, realizing you’ve allowed her to overpower you every time you played games or competed for something. “Someone might c-come in, Y/n. Please…”

It aroused you to have her begging so quickly. You’d barely touched her, yet there she was: with her mouth half open and her fingers poking, scratching your neck. You smiled.

“They can.” You confirmed, seeing her gulp. “We better not take long, then. Right? We wouldn’t want anyone to see you like this. You look so pretty, though. I wish you could see yourself, right now.”

Your words were nothing but true. She looks so adorable, it leaves you aching. Your hands twitch, tense with how much you’ve envisioned groping her tiny body and sticking your fingers up in her cunt until she was screaming loud enough for everyone in that store to know what you were up to.

You’d wait for her to come around and be confident, though, just like Giselle did to you. Besides, the anticipation was part of the fun.

She hums, already feeling herself become lightheaded by your praises. Soon enough, Winter finds herself getting distracted by your sweetness, and it’s not long until she’s completely relaxed under you. In fact, she’s so engrossed by your frame, she barely registers your hand. It trails lower, and your fingers brush her clit through her small panties.

Winter drops her head, even though she’s no longer worried, and looks up to meet your eyes.

“I did say you were going to get what you’ve been asking for, didn’t I, dearest?” You explain, focused on her big orbs. Winter’s eyes observe your every move, attentive. “And you’ve been doing so good with the shows and rehearsals… You deserve a treat, naturally.”

You allow your hand to cub her sex, slowly caressing it as you feel her shiver under you. With gentle manners, you insert two of your fingers into her cunt, smirking to find her already dripping wet. She moans so loud you start placing small, wet kisses down her neck, to gather her focus back to you and not to the deep, unhurried pleasure your fingers provide her, now pulling in an out in a slow rhythm.

Taking all of her in, you add, “Do you like this, Minjeongie? The thrill of knowing someone might walk in and know how dirty you are, spreading yourself for me with such ease?” You smirk, not resisting on rubbing her clit for a few seconds, before your fingers find the place they were meant to wander for so long. “God, your cute little cunt is so wet already.”

You let out a little laugh, reminding of yourself of your intentions as you retrieve your fingers from her pussy, making her lick them clean. She does so, like a good, obedient girl.

“You always excel in everything, unnie. Such a good job you’re doing.” You praise the girl locked in your arms, immediately shutting down her needy whines and complaints.

“Please don’t stop…” Whatever words Winter’s had in mind die the moment she spots a small toy in your hands. You flicker it between your fingers, allowing her to process what you intended to do. “It this—“

“What you’ve told me about? Yes, it is.” You smile, making a show of sucking and getting the vibrator wet for her yourself. This time, it’s her turn to have a darkened gaze, one filled with hunger. Her attention is all on you: on your next movements, on your body. You adore it. “I even got it in purple, just like you had told me. It’s so pretty, Winter. A pretty little toy for a pretty girl, begging to be ruined.” You murmur, getting to your knees and facing her pussy. Your gaze never leaves hers, careful to not miss a single breath of hers.

Winter is truly a sight, and you want to make sure you’d remember all of her sensitive, fast responses.

In fact, you were actually very surprised when Winter went to your room in the middle of the night, confessing about her few, failed sexual experiences and what she’d like to try, someday. It wasn’t unusual for you to talk about sex with your bandmates, although Winter never spoke about herself to you— at least, not directly. However, the two of you were already used to talking about numerous topics, and the conversation went by easily enough. You were pretty surprised to hear her confess, with a quiet tone, about how much the thought of herself being tossed around like a doll aroused her. How she sometimes fantasized about doing things in public, yet hidden enough so people wouldn’t be completely sure about her actions. It pleased her, knowing she’d be clouding their minds, leaving them wondering without a proper answer. Though they’d have their doubts, no one would have a clue about it: that was what aroused her the most.

Of course, you were more than eager to make her wishes come true, and the current time seemed like the perfect one to do just that.

Winter’s pretty cunt’s all on display for you, and you can’t help but to get a taste of her. So, of course, you do so: parting her folds, you give her clit a brief, sloppy kiss. You feel your friend’s delicate fingers forging a firm hold onto your hair, and Winter tries her best to not make any noises. It’s the same as nothing, though.

She is, just as you had imagined it, too sensitive.

“No! Y/n, don’t tease…” She huffs, frustrated. As the toy slips inside, she can’t help but to let out a high-pitched scream—one that’s muffled by her own hands, who run towards her mouth in hopes to keep herself quiet. Her shoulders shake due to her laughs, then, as she fails terribly.

Seeing her so carefree is more than enough to have you giggling, too. You mess her hair, pinching her cheeks.

“Behave, ok? If you’re good enough ‘till the end of the day, I might reward you when we get home.” You promise Winter as you get up, zipping her pants back to place adn kissing her cheek.

The look she gives you assures you she’ll be anything but.

“Are you okay, Minjeongie? Your face is all flushed.” Karina asks the red-haired girl, as the oldest sits beside you at the restaurant.

The three of you nod, and Ningning is quick to put her palm over Winter’s forehead.

“You’re hot, too. And all sweaty. Were you this sick earlier in the afternoon?” She asks, with a worried tone. Winter takes a sip of her water, hoping to collect herself before answering her bandmates, but nearly drowns herself in it once you increase the intensity of the vibrations. They echo into her cunt, making it impossible for her to answer anything straight.

She was so stupid, thinking it was an easy task: walk around with the girls as they tried some clothes on, then attend dinner, and soon to go back to their dorms, where she’d get her reward for being a good girl and finally get properly fucked, like she had silently begged you for so long. No, she was a smart, attentive girl. How could she not have predicted that stupid toy would send such hums deep into her walls? It was difficult to stay still, and nearly impossible to focus or to keep her mouth shut. In fact, she feared deeply she’d just end up moaning loudly if she even tried to speak anything.

Luckily for her, you decide to give her a few moments of peace. As soon as the settings were back to its lowest, she takes another long gulp, with deep breaths, too.

“I’m all good, really. Just tired from walking around so much.” It’s all she manages to say, avoiding Ningning’s lingering touches.

“We should get you to the doctor, perhaps.” Giselle suggests. Her eyes, however, are not focused on Winter. Her attention is all on you, instead. Her gaze is so strong you turn your head away, looking everywhere but to your best friend.

“No! No, there’s no need for that.” Winter gesticulates, nodding and moving her upper body as much as she’s able to without getting the toy to budge. She tries her best to prove to her friends she was indeed ok. “Really, I’m sure it’ll pass once the food c-comes fuck.” Winter stands up abruptly, leaning on her arms to lift herself up as her legs felt like pure jelly. “Nervermind. I j-just have to use the restroom real quick. If you’ll excuse me.”

So, Winter leaves, without waiting for an answer. Almost instantly, you get up too, setting your napkin aside in a calming motion.

“I’ll go help her, girls. Don’t worry.” They all nod, their features completely diverting from one another; while Karina is frowning, Ning keeps alternating her looks into you and the hallway Winter has just disappeared into, torn between letting you handle the situation or stepping up and helping her unnie herself, and Giselle… Giselle has a blank expression, the engines running inside her mind.

Her long nails tap the wooden table in a steady rhythm, staring at your back as you leave them be, walking into the restroom to meet your bandmate. You make sure to lock the door once you get inside, too.

The room is exquisite, a perfect portrait of the whole establishment; embroiled with white and red, the adornments are carefully thought to have the room give off a harmonious, eloquent vibe. You don’t pay much attention to it, though. Instead, your gaze is focused on the girl in front of you, the one who’s gripping the sink with too much strength.

“Are you unwell, unnie? How can I help you?” You ask her, playfully.

Winter stares at you thought the mirror, as you approach her. Her teeth are clenched, her clothes are nibbled and her looks hold fire in them. You’re certain she could kill someone with such thing as a stare if she wanted to.

She opens her mouth, ready to throw a world of curses at you, but stops herself once you motion to your phone, now placing her vibrator at a particularly high setting.

“I’d keep some of those pretty thoughts of yours inside your head, if you’d like to cum just now.”

She’s smart, insufferably so, and you get the proof of it as soon as your words leave your mouth. Quickly, Winter’s defiant stare is gone, and she’s all pliable in your embrace, instead. She’s a whiny little mess, rubbing her teeth on your neck, licking and sucking it just slightly— though not enough to bruise.

“Let me cum, Y/n? Please? I really think I might explode.” She pleads, looking at you with her best puppy eyes. “I need it s-so bad, I swear I’ll fucking do anything, ‘promise.”

You smile at her change of attitude, nodding as you take the vibrator out of her cunt in one, swift motion, replacing it with your fingers. Your thumb works on her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure on it. Finally, you allow her to get the relief she so desperately wants.

“You can cum now, darling. Do it, then.”

The permission is all Winter needs to explode, her body throbbing as she feels so full of pleasure, with fireworks dangling from her skin into every possible part of her body. It’s so good, and she feels so complete it becomes difficult to breathe— the overwhelming sensations enough to make her shiver. She bites on your neck, then; just a single one, to keep her from screaming like she wanted to. You hold her through her orgasm, your strong arms helping to ride her through it as you whisper sweet praises in her ear. You’re proud of Winter.

You lose count of how many minutes you wait, making sure her breaths are even and stable to release her from your hold.

“You did excellent, holding up the whole time. Didn’t even let a single whimper out, in front of the girls. You took it so good, Winter…. Truly perfect.” You smirk, giving Winter’s tiny waist a reassuring squeeze. She hides her face in embarrassment, humming curses at you, but you can tell she’s delighted, too.

Grabbing her by the hips, you gently put her up on the marble. It’s an easy task, with her being so small, but the way your palms nearly circle her entire waist is enough for her face to get all flustered, once again.

Your low tone soothes Winter, who leans her head back as she feels your soft hands between her thighs, cleaning you up with paper the best you can, careful to not touch her most sensitive areas. The ghost of your fingers are enough to make her twitch, though, as much as she tries not to. Her responsiveness lets a laugh out of you, and you kiss the insides of her thighs, looking up at Winter with a reassuring smile.

“Stop saying it like that.” She murmurs, biting her bruised lip. Her hands run through her hair, just for the sake of having something to occupy herself with.

You smirk, throwing the paper away as you turn, taking a proper look at the beautiful, messy state she is. Still knelt between her thighs, you massage her thighs, palming them in big, circling motions.

“Like what?” You smirk, feigning innocence. Winter slaps you, playfully, and you shake your head, helping her to get down.

“Let’s go. The girls must be worried.” She says, trying to guide you out.

You stop her, gently grabbing her by the elbows.

“Are you really ok, though?” You ask, scanning her. “It’s ok if you still want some more time to gather yourself before going out, again. I can totally come up with something to fool them, or I don’t know—.”

Winter shakes her head, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. She’s shy, suddenly, as she answers, “I’m completely fine, I swear! Actually, I liked it a l-lot.”

You sigh, relieved. “Ok, ok. But if you feel otherwise, tell me. Deal?”

“Deal.” Your bandmate assures you, reaching out for the door. Before you can leave, she calls for you, quietly, “Y/n?”

You hum, staring at her still-flustered face. “Thank you, you know. For… all of that.” Winter says, giving vou a faint smile.

“Don’t stress about it, unnie.” You smile, nudging her. “It’s what friends do, right?”

Winter laughs, not believing your words.

“Sure. That’s what friends do.”