jennissera

[jennissera]

"I got my number 1!"

Idol!Huh Yunjin x Actress F!reader Warnings; Fluff, yearning (a good type), biggest walking greenflag yunjin, dumb reader, fine shyt reader, reader is an actress, kind of jealous kazuha?? Synopsis: Ever since that weird moment with Kazuha, you’ve been healing. Your drama career is blowing up, but behind the scenes, a certain red head LE SSERAFIM member keeps watching your work like she’s studying for an exam.

Your drama’s ratings are climbing every week. The public loves your acting, the critics love your range and apparently… Yunjin loves rewatching your scenes.

You only know this because Sakura slipped up during a variety show taping.

“Yunjin’s been looping the same episode every night—guess which one?” Kazuha’s smile twitched. Yunjin, on the other hand, laughed it off and hid behind her hair

You're proud, a little too proud.. people even watch the paid movies you star in, You're on good terms with Le sserafim members (trying to with Kazuha), Jealousy never felt good, atleast not right now, Lately

Kazuha tries to keep it subtle, but you’re not that dumb. Whenever you’re around the group, she makes small comments like,

“You’ve been busy lately, right? Filming? Oh, Yunjin wouldn’t know—except she’s seen every episode.”

Sometimes, her eyes linger on you a second too long before darting away. You’re not sure if she’s annoyed at you… or at herself. One evening, after your wrap party, you’re ambushed nicely by Yunjin outside your apartment building. She’s in a cap and oversized hoodie, holding two cans of coke “Will you ever see my messages? Dearest Y/n?" "I didn't charge my phone." You replied dryly, taking the coke without asking.

“You know,” she says, “I’ve been your fan for a long time. Way before you even noticed me.” You laugh. “You’re literally THE Huh Yunjin. Everyone notices you.” “Not the point,” she smiles. “The point is… you’re my number one.”

all you could really do was blink rapidly, How is Kazuha gonna react to this?? you thought, not that you cared (you thought) ,

The next day, you’re scrolling through your phone in the makeup chair when a notification pops up.

zuhazana liked your post. That ONE post that has the fandom on a chokehold, the ONE with THE Huh Yunjin, the caption "coke"

minutes later, your phone buzzes with a DM.

Kazuha: That caption??? Y/n: …? Kazuha: Was it her?

Y/n: i thought i blocked u???

You stare at the screen, unsure if this is teasing or interrogation. Before you can answer, Kazuha appears in person hair pulled back, casual in sweats, but her gaze sharp.

“So, last night,” she starts, leaning against the doorway of your dressing room. “Yunjin disappeared right after practice. Came back this morning humming.”

You try to play it cool.

“Maybe she just had a good night?”

Kazuha tilts her head, lips curling in the faintest smirk.

“You are her good night.”

She leaves before you can respond, but not before you catch the flicker of something in her eyes half amusement, half irritation.

From then on, you notice it When you visit their practice room, Kazuha always ends up standing between you and Yunjin, like it’s casual. At group dinners, if Yunjin sits beside you, Kazuha sits directly across, eyes flitting between her plate and your face. She doesn’t say much, but when she does, it’s always a perfectly-timed, lightly teasing jab about “late-night hangouts” or “mystery captions.”

It’s not hostile, but it’s… charged.

A few days later, you tell Yunjin about Kazuha’s sudden interest. She laughs so hard she almost drops her phone.

“Zuha? Jealous? That’s cute. Don’t worry—she’s just not used to me looking at someone else like this.”

“Like what?” you ask. Yunjin grins, leaning in until her shoulder brushes yours. “Like they’re my number one.”

And just like that, whatever tension Kazuha had been building melts away in your chest. Because even if the dancer’s gaze lingers a second too long sometimes… Yunjin’s eyes never leave you.

The thing about Yunjin is she doesn’t make grand speeches. She shows up. She remembers. She stays. and slays the notes. And in that moment, with her hair tucked into her hoodie, cheeks a little pink, and a boba straw between her teeth.

You take her hand.

“Fine. You’re my number one too.”

Her grin is so wide, you almost forget to breathe. She leans back, humming a tune you’ve never heard but already know will be your favorite.

Kazuha might still watch you carefully. The group might tease her relentlessly. But Yunjin? She’s yours. And for the first time, it feels like you’ve finally landed the role you were meant to play.

[jennissera]

subby gp!r pulling out and cumming all over chaewon’s stomach but then she gets upset bc you wasted it all😭

pairing. dom bottom!kim chaewon x sub!gp reader.

content warnings. breeding kink.

i think chaewon is the person who best represents the power bottoms... it doesn’t matter if she’s on top or the bottom, she's always giving you orders and telling you how to do things! chaewon always seems to be willing to command you and tell you step by step how you have to do things because she wants things on her way, and you? well... you don’t have much say here, so to speak!

always so bossy and commanding 😵‍💫 mainly she does it because she knows how much she can get into your head and how easily she can have you eating out of the palm of her hand, so it’s more than likely that chaewon will boss you around and tell you to do a better job even if she’s really enjoying it! she’s a brat by nature so it’s more than easy for her to be able to tell you what to do and achieve a firm tone that doesn’t give you the option to try to go against her, always ending up obeying chaewon and being nothing more than someone who is there to please her.

but still, you always do your best to take care of yourself and your girlfriend! so imagine the big confusion you felt when you removed your cock from her pussy to avoid cumming inside her and risking disease or pregnancy but chaewon seems genuinely pissed off by your decision??? the whole squealing submissive act disappears the moment she feels your warm semen dirty her stomach and not fill her womb as she longed... bossy girlfriend again!

“... what did you just do?”

i’m super sure that after that she’ll switch positions with you, making you lie on your back so she can ride you all night 😵‍💫 it doesn’t matter if you squirm too much underneath chaewon due to overstimulation and if you try to push her away to avoid spilling your seed inside her, chaewon doesn’t care! she needs to fulfill her goal, which is basically to get you to fill her to the brim as many times as possible 🥰 and it doesn’t matter if you get tired at some point, chaewon doesn’t mind changing positions as many times as necessary!

[jennissera]

#TASTE OF LOVE! with HUH YUNJIN

summary. money’s tight and hunger gnaws at you, but when you and your roommate yunjin stumble across a box of chocolates laced with something far more dangerous than sugar, you quickly learn that some cravings can’t be satisfied with food alone

content warnings. aphrodisiac, clit play, cum eating, cunnilingus, degradation, face sitting, fingering, hair pulling, humiliation, scissoring, squirting.

word count. 9,000

taglist (closed). @dreamingst99 @gayasfuc @gonorrheaisme @hyosome @iluvyuandme @itza-meee @jusst-an-user @kyuhyunshoneysugarbun @lafortezalover @marvelwomen-simp @prettyshat @runm3over @rupaulkpopfan @rryye4426 @saturda3 @sellefiles @shata06 @sillyesnupi @squaintrelle @sunsetsandwinter @thl88rising @vindevampir @yuzziiii

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your stomach growled again, a low, guttural rumble that echoed the cavernous emptiness within you. it had been doing so for the last fifteen minutes, a relentless, biological alarm clock reminding you exactly how long it had been since you last consumed anything substantial. with a sigh that tasted of nothing but desperation, you plunged your hand deeper into the kitchen cabinet, fingers raking over the dusty, forgotten corners, hoping for a miracle.

beside you, yunjin, your roommate and co–conspirator in this culinary scavenger hunt, let out a similar sigh. hers, however, was laced with a theatrical flourish, like an opera singer lamenting a lost love. her usually vibrant, impish eyes, normally alight with mischief, held a genuine, albeit comical, look of hunger–induced despair — her head is halfway inside the lowest cabinet, a single, perfectly coiffed strand of hair escaping her ponytail and dangling perilously close to a long–expired bag of lentils. you wouldn’t be in this desperate state, you remind yourself for the hundredth time, if it weren't for her. or, more accurately, if it weren’t for her and her four equally ravenous friends who descended upon your fridge last tuesday like a plague of locusts, leaving behind nothing but a lonely, shriveled lime and a half–empty bottle of sriracha.

“anything?” you call out, your voice thin with hunger and mounting despair. you’re currently wrestling with a jar of ambiguous contents – is it dried basil or something even older and more petrified? you sniff cautiously. definitely not basil.

“nothing.” she declared, pulling her hand from a lower cabinet with a defeated slump of her shoulders. “absolutely nothing but a half–empty bag of forgotten lentils and a single, withered garlic clove that looks like it’s seen better decades.”

you didn’t need to look. you’d already explored that particular abyss. the kitchen, usually the bustling heart of your shared apartment, felt like a post–apocalyptic wasteland. the clock on the microwave glared down at you, the numbers a stark reminder: it was past eight, and the last of your immediate funds had evaporated with that ridiculously overpriced coffee you’d bought yesterday morning. welcome to the end of the month. again.

you sigh, running a hand through your hair. your appetite, usually a manageable beast, has transformed into a gargantuan, insatiable monster. it demands steak, pasta, pizza, anything and everything that isn't currently within a hundred–mile radius of your meager existence.

“what did you expect?” you mumbled, pulling out an ancient, hardened block of what might have once been cheese. it was now a petrified fossil, more suitable for archaeological study than consumption. “you remember last week, don’t you? when you and your ‘study group’ descended upon the fridge like a swarm of locusts?”

yunjin winced, rubbing the back of her neck. “okay, technically, they were very productive study sessions! and we needed fuel for all that brainpower.” she shot you a grin, a flash of her usual impishness returning despite the dire circumstances. “besides, you contributed! you ate at least two entire pizzas that night.”

“which i paid for, might i add, the very last of my savings.” you retorted, tossing the cheese fossil back into the cabinet with a clatter. “and you polished off the leftover stir–fry and half a tub of ice cream by yourself before i even woke up the next morning.”

“details, details.” she waved a dismissive hand, though a faint blush crept onto her cheeks. “the point is, we’re united in our hunger. and our broke–ness.” she leaned against the counter, her gaze sweeping over the barren landscape of your kitchen. “surely there’s something. a forgotten bag of chips? a stale cracker? anything that isn’t… air.”

you resumed your search, dragging a small step–stool over to the rarely–accessed top cabinets. these were the ones where forgotten spices went to die, where old cookbooks gathered dust, and where, just maybe, a forgotten treasure might reside. you stretched, fingers brushing against the cool wood, feeling the faint vibrations of your own hunger–induced tremors.

she shuffles over to the pantry area, pulling out a small step stool and peering onto the topmost shelf. “miracles are my specialty.” she declares, stretching. “let’s see… an ancient cereal box… a forgotten can of chickpeas from 2023… ooh, a single, lonely packet of instant ramen.”

your eyes light up at the mention of ramen. “really? is it the good kind? the spicy one?”

she inspects the packet. “it’s… chicken flavored. and it expired last month...”

your shoulders sag. “chicken flavor and expired. my two least favorite words right now.”

the search continues, a silent, desperate dance around the tiny kitchen. you open drawers, checking behind the stack of unused takeout menus. nothing but a few stray chopsticks and a forgotten rubber band. you run your hand along the top of the fridge, a rarely explored territory. cobwebs, dust, and a single, petrified fortune cookie.

“this is it.” you mutter, pressing a hand to your rumbling abdomen. “this is how it ends. we’ll be found in the morning, two emaciated husks, clutching expired condiments.”

yunjin snorted, joining you on her own stool, her head tilted back, ponytail brushing against the lower shelf. “i heard drywall tastes faintly of despair and gypsum. not exactly gourmet.”

yunjin, still perched on the step stool, makes a thoughtful humming sound. “mmmh, i think i remember stashing something up here. something… sweet.” she stretches further, her fingers brushing against the dusty back wall of the top shelf, where a small gap exists between the wall and an old cookbook.

a box, tucked away behind a stack of old tupperware, caught your eye. it wasn’t large, perhaps the size of a paperback novel, and it was covered in a fine layer of dust. its design was… unusual. dark, almost velvety packaging, with subtle gold filigree. no brand name you recognized, just a generic, elegant script that hinted at something imported or artisanal. your heart did a little flutter of hope. could it be? a forgotten stash of gourmet crackers? a fancy, sealed bag of nuts?

“hold on.” you grunted, wrestling it free. it felt surprisingly light. you blew off the dust, revealing a somewhat ornate, slightly old–fashioned label. “what is this...?”

the box is unlike anything you’ve ever seen. it’s made of a dark, almost charcoal-colored paper, with subtle, shimmering gold patterns embossed upon it – intricate swirling vines and fantastical, unidentifiable flora. there’s no brand name you recognize, no familiar logo. instead, a single, elegant script word is printed on the front in rose gold: phantasmagoria.

“phantasmagoria?” you repeat, tilting your head. “that sounds… ominous.”“or delicious!” yunjin counters, turning the box over in her hands. “look, no ingredients list. no expiry date. just these weird little symbols on the back.” she points to a series of tiny, almost microscopic pictograms that seem to depict various abstract concepts rather than food items: a swirling vortex, a single, glowing eye, a sprouting seed, an open book.

“where did you even get this?” you ask, reaching out to touch the smooth, cool surface of the box. it feels strangely solid, almost like stone.

yunjin shrugs, a vague memory struggling to surface. “honestly? i have no idea. someone must have given it to me. maybe that weird gift exchange last christmas? or that time i helped my aunt clear out her attic? it’s been up there for ages, i guess. i totally forgot about it.” she taps the box thoughtfully. “chocolates, i think. feels like chocolates.”

“six of them,” you counted, carefully lifting one out. “that’s three each. not a full meal, but it’s something. a very, very fancy something.” you paused, a flicker of doubt crossing your mind. “wait, this packaging... it’s a bit much for just ‘finest artisanal chocolates’, isn’t it?”

your stomach lets out another particularly loud protest, demanding attention. the peculiar box suddenly seems less like an oddity and more like a potential answer to your prayers. “well, chocolates are food. and we have absolutely nothing else. are you sure they’re not… poison?”

yunjin sniffs the box delicately. “hmm, smells faintly of… possibility. and maybe a hint of cardamom? or is that just the dust?” she jiggles it gently. a faint, muffled clinking sound confirms her theory. “definitely chocolates.”

she carefully pries open the lid. inside, nestled on a bed of dark, silk-like material, are six perfectly identical, spherical chocolates. each one is a deep, rich brown, polished to a high sheen, reflecting the weak kitchen light. there’s something mesmerising about their uniformity, their almost unnatural perfection.

“wow,” you breathe. they don’t look like mass–produced chocolates. they look like tiny, edible planets.

“they look expensive,” yunjin murmurs, picking one up. it feels surprisingly light in her fingers. “too expensive to be forgotten in a dusty cabinet, actually.” she holds it up, inspecting it closely. “no wrappers. just… pure chocolate sphere.”

your hunger, however, overrides any lingering suspicion or aesthetic appreciation. “expensive or not, my stomach thinks they look like the solution to all its problems. are we going to eat them or just stare at them?”

yunjin grins, holding the chocolate out to you. “you first. you’re the one who’s been complaining about the imminent demise by starvation.”

you hesitate for a fraction of a second. this is peculiar. very peculiar. but then, you’re peculiar. and you’re starving. you take the single sphere from her outstretched hand. it’s cool and smooth against your palm. you bring it to your nose – a faint, complex aroma, not quite pure chocolate, but something deeper, with notes of earth and distant spices.

without further thought, you pop it into your mouth.

the moment it touches your tongue, an explosion of flavor erupts. it’s not just chocolate. it’s… more. the initial richness of deep, dark cacao floods your senses, but then it morphs, unfurls, revealing layers you didn’t know chocolate could possess. you taste ripe, sun-drenched figs, followed by a surprising zest of candied orange peel, then a smoky hint of lapsang souchong tea leaves, and finally, an almost imperceptible whisper of truffle. it’s complex, overwhelming, and utterly, unbelievably delicious.

and then, it hits you. not just the flavor, but the sensation.

a wave of profound satiety washes over you, starting in your stomach and spreading outwards through every fiber of your being. it’s not just the feeling of having eaten a chocolate; it’s the profound, lingering contentment of having just finished the most elaborate, satisfying meal of your life. you feel full, deeply and truly full. not bloated, not heavy, but perfectly nourished, as if you’ve just dined on a gourmet feast prepared by a michelin-starred chef. your hunger, that roaring beast, has been utterly silenced.

you blink, disoriented. “whoa.”

yunjin is watching you, her eyebrows raised. “what? what happened? you look like you just saw a ghost.”

“i… i don’t know,” you stammer, hand instinctively going to your now-placid stomach. “i feel… incredibly full. like i just ate three courses. and it wasn’t just chocolate. it tasted like… figs and orange and tea and truffle. all at once. it was insane.”

yunjin looks doubtful. “one tiny chocolate sphere did all that? you sure you’re not just hallucinating from hunger?”

“no, i swear!” you take a deep, satisfying breath. for the first time in hours, your stomach isn’t rumbling. it’s quiet. content. “try one.”

yunjin, ever the adventurer, needs no further prompting. she picks out another sphere from the box, examines it, and pops it into her mouth. her eyes widen almost immediately.

“oh my god,” she whispers, the words barely audible. her expression shifts from curiosity to pure amazement, then to something akin to wonder. “you’re right! it’s… it’s like a whole meal. i taste… roasted lamb. and rosemary. and sun-dried tomatoes. and… is that a hint of sea salt?” her voice trails off as the wave of satiety washes over her. “i’m full. completely full. my stomach feels like it just hosted a banquet.”

you both stand there, staring at each other, the peculiar box of chocolates lying open between you. the silence in the kitchen is no longer defined by your grumbling stomachs, but by a shared sense of disbelief.

“this is crazy,” you finally say. “what are these?”

“magic, maybe?” yunjin suggests, a playful glint in her eyes. “or some kind of advanced food technology from the future.” she takes another breath. “wait. do you feel… anything else?”

you turned the box back over, carefully examining the smaller print at the bottom, which you’d initially skimmed over in your excitement. your eyes widened. then you reread it. then you reread it again, just to be sure your hunger-addled brain wasn’t playing tricks on you.

“yunjin,” you said, your voice a strange mix of disbelief and dawning amusement. “you might want to take a look at this.”

she snatched the box from your hand, her eyes scanning the bottom panel. a beat of silence. then another. her face, which had been alight with the promise of chocolate, slowly transformed. her jaw dropped. her eyes, already wide, somehow managed to stretch even further. a slow, incredulous smile spread across her face, growing wider and wider until she was practically vibrating with suppressed laughter.

“no,” she whispered, a giggle threatening to erupt. “no way... you’re kidding me.”

she shoved the box back at you, pointing with a trembling finger. “read it. out loud. the little print.”

you cleared your throat, a nervous laugh bubbling up inside you. “okay. it says... ‘experience a heightened sensory journey. crafted with rare, exotic ingredients for an unforgettable evening.’ and then, in an even smaller, almost apologetic script...” you took a breath. “‘potent aphrodisiac effects.’”

the word hung in the air between you, heavy with implication, absurd given your current broken and starving state.

silence. then, yunjin burst into peals of laughter, a loud, unrestrained cackle that echoed off the bare kitchen walls. she slapped her hand on the counter, doubling over. “aphrodisiac?! you’re telling me we’ve been rummaging like desperate scavengers for aphrodisiac chocolates?”

you couldn’t help but join her, a helpless, hysterical laugh escaping you. the absurdity of it was too much. “at the end of the month! no money, no food, just... arousal–inducing confectionery!”

yunjin straightened up, wiping a tear from her eye. her laughter subsided into a series of breathless giggles. “who even buys these? and why were they in our cabinet? did you buy them?” she accused playfully, nudging you with her elbow.

“me? never!” you scoffed, though your cheeks felt warm. “probably an old housewarming gift. or something your weird uncle left here.”

“my weird uncle usually leaves us artisanal pickles, not... this,” she gestured at the box. she picked up one of the individually wrapped chocolates, turning it over in her fingers.

“still feeling just hungry,” you said, a hint of disappointment in your voice, though you weren’t sure what you were expecting. perhaps a sudden urge to serenade a lamp post?

“give it time,” yunjin purred, her voice suddenly a little deeper, a little softer. she took a slow, deliberate bite of her second chocolate, her eyes never leaving yours. “these things are usually slow burners, aren’t they?”

as you chewed your second square, you noticed something. a subtle shift. the warmth that had been initially localized in your throat seemed to spread, a soft, pleasant flush moving through your limbs. your skin felt… a little more alive. your senses seemed to sharpen. the faint scent of yunjin’s shampoo, usually just a background note, now seemed wonderfully vivid. the way the light caught the strands of her hair, the subtle curve of her neck as she tilted her head – you noticed it all with a heightened clarity.

“i think...” you began, your voice slightly hushed, “i think i feel a little... tingly.”

yunjin let out a soft, amused hum. “tingly, huh? is that the scientific term for it?” she leaned against the counter, her posture subtly shifting, becoming more relaxed, more languid. her eyes, already playful, now held a deeper, more insistent spark. her lips, still stained with chocolate, looked incredibly inviting.

“it’s like… my blood is humming.” you confessed, a strange delicious sensation washing over you. you found your gaze drawn to her, not just because she was your roommate and you were sharing this bizarre moment, but because she suddenly seemed… incredibly captivating. every movement she made, every breath she took, felt charged with a new, alluring energy.

yunjin took a step closer, her hand reaching out to playfully flick a stray crumb from your chin. her fingers brushed against your skin, and a jolt, sharp and unexpected, shot through you. your breath hitched. her touch, usually so casual, now felt like an electric current, igniting a warmth that bloomed low in your stomach.

“is your blood humming, too?” you asked, your voice barely a whisper, your eyes locked on hers. the kitchen, once a symbol of your financial woes, now felt like an intimate, strangely charged space.

yunjin’s smile deepened, a slow, knowing curl of her lips. “oh, i’d say it’s more than humming, love. it’s practically singing a full–blown opera.” she moved another step closer, until you could feel the warmth radiating from her body. her scent, a mix of her usual fresh clean smell and something subtly musky and intoxicating, filled your senses.

you swallowed, your throat suddenly dry. the chocolate, still melting on your tongue, seemed to amplify every sensation, every nuance of her presence. the way her hair framed her face, the way her eyes crinkled at the corners when she smiled, the slight freckles dusting her nose — you saw it all with a vividness that was almost overwhelming.

“so…” you managed, your voice a little shaky, “these things really work, huh? i never thought they were efficient until now…”

yunjin leaned in, her voice dropping to a low, husky register that sent shivers down your spine. “looks like it, doesn’t it?” her hand, which had been resting on your chin, now slid down to cup your jaw, her thumb gently stroking your cheek. her eyes, dark and luminous, held yours, a silent challenge, a simmering promise.

the hunger that had driven you to this peculiar discovery was gone, replaced by a different kind of craving, one that pulsed deep within you. the world outside the kitchen, your empty bank account, the late hour — it all faded into the background. there was only yunjin, her captivating presence, and the intoxicating, delicious hum of the chocolates working their magic.

she took another small, deliberate step, until your bodies were almost touching. her breath, warm and sweet with chocolate, ghosted across your lips. “what do you say.” she whispered, her gaze dropping to your mouth, “we see just how 'unforgettable' this evening can get?”

the question hung in the charged air, a shared understanding passing between you. the only answer you could fathom was a silent, undeniable pull towards her, driven by the potent magic of those peculiar chocolates, and perhaps, by something that had always simmered just beneath the surface, now finally unleashed. you leaned in, the boundaries between you dissolving, ready to discover just how far this hunger could take you.

you leaned in, the boundaries between you dissolving, ready to discover just how far this hunger could take you.

her lips were soft, unexpectedly yielding despite the sharp intent in her eyes just moments before. the first touch was tentative, a feather–light brush, but the instant they met, a jolt, hot and liquid, surged through your veins. your own hunger, a beast newly awakened by the potent magic of those peculiar chocolates, roared. you didn't just meet her kiss; you devoured it, your mouth opening with a desperate urgency, seeking, demanding.

chocolate still lingered on her breath, a sweet, dark counterpoint to the sharp, dizzying scent of her skin. her hands, which had been resting lightly on your waist, now tightened, pulling you even closer, eliminating the last sliver of space between your bodies. your chest pressed against hers, the thin fabric of your shirt suddenly an unbearable barrier.

the kiss deepened, losing any semblance of grace. it was wet, open–mouthed, a greedy exploration. her tongue, slick and urgent, tangled with yours, a dizzying dance of sensation. you could taste the last lingering sweetness of the chocolate, but more acutely, you tasted her — a primal, musky taste that sent shivers down your spine, promising something wild and untamed. a low, guttural moan rumbled in your throat, a sound you barely recognized as your own, lost somewhere between pleasure and disbelief.

your hands, as if guided by an unknown force, tangled in her hair, pulling her closer still, uncaring if it was too rough, if you were dislodging pins or mussing carefully styled strands. you only knew you needed more, every pore of your skin screaming for closer contact. her fingers, equally impatient, scrabbled at the small of your back, bunching the fabric of your shirt, then slid under, seeking the warmth of your skin. a gasp escaped you as her fingertips, warm and calloused, grazed your bare flesh, sending a fresh wave of heat through you.

the world outside the tight circle of your embrace vanished. the gentle hum of the refrigerator, the distant city sounds, even the subtle scent of her perfume — all faded into irrelevance. there was only the dizzying taste of her mouth, the intoxicating scent of her arousal, the frantic rhythm of your combined breaths, and the insistent press of her body against yours.

she pulled back slightly, just enough for her lips to drag across your jaw, leaving a hot, wet trail. “unforgettable.” she murmured, her voice thick, hoarse, a stark contrast to the earlier whisper. you shivered, the word sending a fresh cascade of desire through you. her teeth lightly scraped the sensitive skin just below your ear, and you arched into her, a low cry escaping you. this was not the elegant, restrained desire you might have expected. this was primal, consuming, a hunger that bypassed all logic and propriety.

her lips found your neck, sucking lightly, leaving a blooming warmth that spread like wildfire. your head lolled back, exposing more of your throat, inviting her to claim it. the chocolate’s influence was undeniable now, a thick, sweet fog in your mind, dampening inhibitions, sharpening every sensation to an unbearable degree. you were operating on instinct, pure, unadulterated need.

your hands, still tangled in her hair, pulled just a little harder, tilting her head back to meet your eyes again. her pupils were dilated, dark pools reflecting a wildness that mirrored your own. there was a smear of chocolate at the corner of her mouth, a dark streak on her chin where she’d perhaps wiped it clumsily. you found yourself drawn to it, your thumb reaching out, smudging it further as you tried to wipe it away, only to abandon the effort, bringing your thumb to your own lips, tasting her, tasting the chocolate, a delicious, messy confluence.

a low growl vibrated in her chest, and her hands, no longer content with just your lower back, began to roam upwards, pressing you into her, then trailing across your ribs, dangerously close to your breasts. you gasped, your breath hitching, as her fingers brushed the sensitive side of your breast. the contact was brief, but it ignited a searing heat that pooled low in your belly.

you were both still standing, but barely. your knees felt like jelly, the world spinning gently, not from dizziness but from sheer, overwhelming sensation. you tangled your legs with hers, trying to anchor yourself, but only succeeding in creating a more intimate, clumsy embrace. your hips bumped, a frantic, uncoordinated dance that only intensified the friction.

her mouth found yours again, deeper, wetter this time. your tongues wrestled, exploring every hidden crevice, tasting every nuanced flavour. you moaned into the kiss, a desperate, pleasured sound, and felt her body shudder in response. this was sloppy, primal, exactly as the chocolates seemed to dictate. there was no finesse, no studied seduction, just raw, unleashed desire. your mouths were open, lips slick, the sounds of your hungry kisses echoing in the small space of the kitchen.

you broke apart for air, gasping, chests heaving. her eyes, still dark and dilated, scanned your face, then dropped to your mouth. “more.” she breathed, the single word a command and a plea.

your fingers moved, fumbling with the buttons of her shirt, clumsy with urgency. the top button gave way, then another. her hands mirrored yours, equally inept, tugging at the hem of your shirt, pulling it free from your jeans. the fabric rode up, exposing your abdomen, and her cool fingers, trailing fire, slid over your skin.

you wanted to rip her clothes off, and your own, but the movements were uncoordinated, hurried. buttons were missed, fabric bunched. you pulled at her shirt, desperate to feel her bare skin, and she let out a small laugh, a breathless, smoky sound, as her arms went up, allowing you to tug it over her head. it came off with a rustle, discarded carelessly to the floor, a dark puddle at your feet.

beneath, she wore a simple camisole, thin straps barely covering her shoulders. you traced the line of her collarbone, feeling the delicate bone beneath your fingertips, then slid your hands down, cupping the soft swell of her breasts through the thin material. her nipples were already hard, pressing against the fabric, and you groaned, leaning in to press your mouth to the curve of her neck, sucking lightly, fiercely where her pulse beat wildly.

she was just as impatient. her hands found the hem of your shirt, and with a shared, wordless understanding, you raised your arms, letting her pull it over your head. it joined her shirt on the floor, adding to the growing disarray. now, only the soft fabric of your bras separated you, and that too felt like an insurmountable barrier.

her eyes dropped to your chest, her gaze heavy and possessive. she reached out, her fingers trembling slightly as they traced the lace of your bra, then the soft curve of your breast beneath. a shiver ran through you, electric. your own hands were busy, fumbling with the front clasp of her bra. it proved stubborn, and you let out a frustrated sound, your fingers clumsy with desire.

she chuckled, a low, throaty sound, and reached down, her own fingers more precise, unhooking her bra with a deft flick. it fell away, revealing the soft fullness of her breasts, already flush with arousal, her nipples stiff and taut. you gazed at her, a silent gasp caught in your throat. the chocolates had stripped away your self–consciousness, leaving only raw admiration and craving.

her hands went to your own bra, her fingers brushing the sensitive skin of your ribcage as she sought the clasp. it surrendered with a soft click, and the material fell away, freeing you. now, it was skin against skin, the warm, soft press of your breasts against hers as you leaned in, a low moan escaping both of you.

you tangled your arms around her, pulling her into a slow, grinding embrace. the friction of your bare skin against hers was exquisite torture, each movement a desperate plea for more. her hands slid down your back, pressing you impossibly closer, then lower, cupping your bottom through your jeans, kneading, pulling you into her hardened core. you gasped, a sharp, choked sound, as the sudden, intense pressure ignited a fire that raged through your lower body.

her lips were at your ear, her breath hot and shallow. “you taste like sin and chocolate.” she whispered, and just the sound of her voice, rough with desire, sent another wave of shivers through you. “i want to taste you everywhere.”

your hands, now free, roamed over her back, feeling the delicate ridges of her spine, the soft curve of her waist, the taut muscles of her shoulders. you pulled her even tighter, your bodies swaying, a clumsy, sensuous dance born of pure, unadulterated need. her hand moved from your bottom, sliding between your bodies, fingers tracing the zipper of your jeans. the sensation was electric, so direct, so forbidden, that your legs threatened to give out.

you whimpered, a lost, feral sound, as she leaned her head back, offering you her throat. your mouth found the hollow of her neck, sucking fiercely, leaving a dark mark as if to brand her. this was not gentle; it was ravenous, desperate, a primal claiming driven by the potent, sweet poison of the chocolates.

her fingers found the button of your jeans, fumbling with it, then the zipper. you helped her, your own fingers trembling, eager to be free of the last suffocating layers of clothing. the denim snagged, but with a frustrated grunt from her, and a desperate pull from you, it finally gave way. you could feel the cool air against your bare stomach, and the promise of what was to come, making your nipples ache and your core throb.

this was messy, yes. there was chocolate on your chin, on her neck. your hair was a wild mess, tangles forming where her fingers had burrowed. the discarded clothes lay in disarray on the floor. your breaths were ragged, your movements less graceful, more urgent, driven by an insatiable, consuming desire that the chocolates had unleashed. you were both beyond caring, beyond consequence, lost in a world of heightened sensation and unbridled hunger.

she pushed your jeans down, the material catching around your thighs. you lifted a leg, then the other, her hands assisting, steadying you as you swayed. the denim pooled at your ankles, and then her hands were on your thighs, warm and firm, sliding upwards, past the lace of your underwear, seeking the heat beyond.

a gasp tore from your throat, raw and unrestrained, as her fingers brushed against the incredibly sensitive skin of your inner thigh. you were already wet, throbbing with anticipation, and the light touch sent a searing current through you, making your hips instinctively buck forward.

her gaze met yours, dark and knowing. “ready to get really unforgettable?” she whispered, her voice a rough caress, and you knew, with absolute certainty, that you were. the chocolates had opened a door, but the hunger that poured through was all yours, all hers, and it was boundless. you could only nod, your voice caught in your throat, as her fingers found their mark, and the evening truly began to unravel into a blissful, messy chaos.

yunjin climbed onto the sofa in the living room, adjusting herself until she was leaning back against the cushioned backrest. she spread her legs wide, the glistening pink folds of her pussy on full display. “come sit on my lap, pretty girl.” she encouraged, patting the space between her thighs. “let’s have some fun and get nice and messy together.”

as you settled onto yunjin’s lap, she wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling your naked body flush against hers. your breasts pressed together, soft and pillowy, as she began to grind her dripping slit against yours.

“ooh fuck.” yunjin gasped, tilting her hips to rub your swollen clits together. “don’t you feel so good, baby? your little pussy is so fucking wet and ready for me.”

she captured your lips in a deep, filthy kiss, all tongue and teeth and desperation. yunjin’s hands roamed your body, squeezing the globes of your ass, slipping up to pinch and tug at your nipples. she consumed you with her touch, her desire, determined to set your skin on fire and make you burn with need.

“that’s it, angel. grind this perfect cunt against mine.” she encouraged breathlessly, her voice ragged with lust. “paint my pussy with your juices, make me fucking drenched in your arousal. i want to be covered in your essence, claimed by your desire for me.”

yunjin reached over to the coffee table drawer and pulled out a small box wrapped in shimmery gold paper. “and now, for a special treat.” she purred, handing you a single aphrodisiac chocolate. yunjin took one for herself too, unwrapping her own. she popped it into her mouth, letting out a low moan. “mmmh, perfect. sweet and rich and decadent. just like you, my love.”

yunjin leaned in close, her breath hot against your ear. “open your mouth, baby. let me feed you this delicious treat.” she held the melting chocolate to your lips, the rich scent filling your nostrils. as your mouth opened to accept it, yunjin took the opportunity to slip her tongue inside, stroking yours with sensual licks.

at the same time, she began to roll her hips more insistently, grinding her slick folds against yours in a filthy scissoring rhythm. the wet sounds of your joined arousal filled the room, a lewd symphony of lust and desire. yunjin’s grip on your ass tightened, pulling you harder against her as she rutted into you.

“fuck, i can feel your little clit throbbing against mine.” she panted, nipping at your earlobe. “you’re so turned on, aren’t you, my sexy little minx? so desperate for more pleasure, for me to make you come again and again until you can’t take anymore.”

yunjin’s free hand slid down between your bodies, fingers delving into your dripping slits. she gathered your combined juices on her digits before bringing them up to your mouths. “taste us, baby. taste how fucking good we are together.” she urged, pushing her soaked fingers past your lips.

as you suckled greedily at her digits, savoring the heady flavor of your mixed arousal, yunjin captured your mouth in another searing kiss. she swallowed your moans, drinking down your pleasure like a woman starved as she continued to grind and thrust and tease you closer to the edge of ecstasy.

yunjin’s fingers found your clit, rubbing firm circles around the sensitive nub. her touch was electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating through your core. “that’s it, baby. let me feel you shake and quiver on my fingers.” she coaxed, her voice a low, seductive purr in your ear. “i want to make this perfect pussy mine, want to claim every inch of your velvet walls and mark you as my own.”

she pumped her fingers faster, plunging them deep into your clutching heat as her thumb strummed your clit with ruthless precision. yunjin could feel your walls starting to flutter, knowing you were teetering on the brink of another mind–blowing orgasm.

“come for me, my sexy little angel.” yunjin demanded, her breath coming in harsh pants against your neck. “i want to feel you come undone in my arms, want to watch your beautiful face as you surrender to the pleasure. give it to me, doll. give me everything.”

she captured your lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing your cries of ecstasy as she fucked you through your climax with single–minded intensity. your juices gushed out around her plunging fingers, coating her hand and dripping down your thighs as you came harder than you ever had before.

“that’s my good girl.” yunjin praised, continuing to stroke your quivering walls as the aftershocks of your orgasm rolled through you. “you’re fucking exquisite when you let go like this. i could watch you come apart in my arms for hours.”

as the final waves of your climax subsided, yunjin gentled her touch, slowly withdrawing her fingers from your sensitive slit. she brought them up to her own mouth, making a show of licking your combined juices from the digits, her tongue swirling and lapping at every last drop.

“mmmh, we taste even better together.” she purred, a wicked grin playing at the corners of her mouth. “sweet and tangy, with a hint of sin. i could get addicted to this flavor.”

yunjin leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, sensual kiss. she poured all her desire, all her hunger for you, into the press of her mouth against yours. her tongue traced the seam of your lips before delving inside, stroking yours with languid licks that made your toes curl.

as the kiss deepened, yunjin’s hands began to explore your body with renewed fervor. she caressed the dip of your waist, the flare of your hips, the soft swell of your breasts. her fingertips left trails of fire in their wake, stoking the embers of your arousal back into a raging inferno.

“tell me what you want, baby.” yunjin murmured against your lips, her voice low and sultry. “tell me how you want me to touch you, taste you, fuck you. i want to hear all the dirty, filthy thoughts running through this sexy little mind of yours.”

yunjin’s hand slid down to grip your thigh, squeezing the firm muscle as she guided your leg to drape over her own. she rolled her hips, grinding her slick, swollen folds against yours in a slow, sensual rhythm. the wet, obscene sound of your joined sexes filling the room, a lewd symphony of lust and desire.

yunjin knew it wasn’t helpful to ask you what you wanted or needed because your mind was completely clouded by the chocolates, but anyway, she had nothing to lose by trying to find out how high your mind was right now. it wasn’t a futile attempt, but one that she didn’t know would work.

“i just– i just need keep fucking you. can i…?” you couldn’t finish your sentence because your body wouldn’t let you, but the fact that your hips would start to move against yunjin’s involuntarily was more than enough of an answer for her.

“that’s it, baby. just like that.” yunjin encouraged breathlessly, her voice husky with arousal. “ride my pussy just like you need to. fuck, you feel so good against me, so perfect and right.”

she captured your mouth in a searing kiss, all tongue and teeth and desperation. yunjin’s hands roamed your body, squeezing the globes of your ass, slipping up to pinch and tug at your nipples. she consumed you with her touch, her desire, determined to set your skin ablaze and make you burn with need.

“i want to taste every inch of you.” yunjin growled, her lips trailing hot kisses down the column of your throat. “i want to bury my face between your thighs and feast on your sweet little cunt until you’re shaking and begging for more.”

she nipped at your collarbone, soothing the sting with her tongue before continuing her sensual assault. yunjin’s hand slid down to your dripping slit, fingers delving into your velvet heat without preamble. she pumped them in and out, curling them just so to stroke that special spot inside you that made your eyes roll back and your toes curl.

“that’s it, angel. fucking soak my fingers with your juices. i want to be drowning in your arousal, want to be covered in the evidence of your desire for me.” yunjin panted, her own lust rising with each desperate buck of your hips against her plunging hand.

she could feel your walls starting to flutter, knew you were teetering on the brink of another mind–blowing orgasm. yunjin doubled her efforts, fucking you harder, faster, spurred on by the debauched sounds spilling from your kiss-swollen lips.

“come on, baby. let me feel you come undone.” she urged, her voice a low, seductive growl. “i want to watch your beautiful face as you surrender to the pleasure, want to see you shatter in my arms.”

yunjin’s fingers pumped furiously into your dripping cunt, the obscene sound of wet flesh slapping against flesh echoing through the room. her thumb rubbed merciless circles around your throbbing clit, the pleasure bordering on pain as she drove you closer to the edge of ecstasy.

“that’s it, angel. fucking drench my fingers with your juices.” yunjin growled, feeling your velvet walls starting to clench and quiver around the invading digits. “i want to be fucking drenched in your arousal, want to smell your scent on my skin for days.”

she captured your lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing your desperate moans and whimpers as she fucked you with wild abandon. yunjin could feel the heat building in your core, the tension coiling tighter and tighter as she brought you closer to your peak.

“come for me, pretty girl.” she demanded, her voice ragged with lust and desire. “i want to watch your face as you come apart, want to see the pleasure etched into every beautiful feature as you surrender to the bliss.”

with a final, hard thrust and a particularly rough grind of your clit, yunjin sent you hurtling over the edge. your pussy clamped down like a vice around her fingers, your juices gushing out to soak her hand and drip down your thighs. a scream of ecstasy tore from your throat as your orgasm crashed over you, wave after wave of pure, unadulterated bliss.

“that’s my good girl.” yunjin praised, gentling her touch as she worked you through the aftershocks of your climax. “you’re fucking exquisite when you let go like this. i could watch you come undone in my arms for hours.”

she peppered your face with soft kisses, your neck, your collarbone, your breasts — worshipping every inch of your skin as you trembled and quaked beneath her touch. yunjin’s own arousal throbbed insistently against your hip, the damp spot on her panties growing with each passing second.

as your climax began to subside, yunjin slowly withdrew her fingers from your fluttering sex. she brought them up to her mouth, making a show of licking your juices from the digits, her tongue swirling and lapping at every last drop. the erotic sight sent a shiver of desire down your spine.

“mmmh, you taste divine.” yunjin purred, a wicked gleam in her eyes. “sweet and tangy, with a hint of pure sin. i could get addicted to this flavor.”

she leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, sensual kiss. her tongue traced the seam of your mouth before delving inside, stroking yours with languid licks that made your toes curl. yunjin poured all her hunger, all her desire for you, into the press of her lips against yours.

as the kiss deepened, yunjin’s hands began to explore your body with renewed fervor. she caressed the dip of your waist, the flare of your hips, the soft swell of your breasts. her fingertips left trails of fire in their wake, stoking the embers of your arousal back into a raging inferno.

yunjin’s hand slid down to grip your thigh, squeezing the firm muscle as she guided your leg to drape over her own. she rolled her hips, grinding her slick, swollen folds against yours in a slow, sensual rhythm. the wet, obscene sound of your joined sexes filled the room, a lewd symphony of lust and desire.

“tell me what you want, baby.” yunjin murmured against your lips, her voice low and sultry. “tell me how you want me to touch you, taste you, fuck you. i want to hear all the dirty, filthy thoughts running through this sexy little mind of yours.”

she nipped at your bottom lip, soothing the sting with her tongue before continuing. “do you want me to bury my face between your thighs and feast on your sweet little cunt until you’re shaking and begging for more? or maybe you want to feel my hard, aching cock stretching you open, filling you up so deep and fucking you until you can’t walk straight? i bet you’d love it if i fucked you so good with my strap, wouldn’t you?”

“p–please yunjin… i need– i need your mouth on me. the heat down there is unbearable, i can’t stand it anymore.”

yunjin’s eyes darkened with lust at your wanton words, a predatory grin spreading across her face. without hesitation, she pushed you onto your back and settled between your spread thighs, the heat of her breath ghosting over your sensitive, dripping folds.

“fuck, i love it when you talk dirty.” yunjin growled, her voice rough with arousal. “i’m going to eat this pretty pussy like it’s my last fucking meal, baby.”

she leaned in, dragging the flat of her tongue along your slit in a slow, sensual lick. the taste of your arousal exploded on her taste buds, spurring on her hunger for you. yunjin moaned, the vibrations sending delicious shivers up your spine as she savored your essence.

“mmmh, you’re fucking drenched.” she purred, her fingers parting your glistening lips to expose your swollen, throbbing clit. “i love seeing this sexy little cunt so desperate and needy for my touch.”

yunjin sealed her lips around your clit, suckling the sensitive bud hard as her tongue flicked and teased, stroking it mercilessly. at the same time, she plunged two fingers deep into your clutching heat, pumping them in and out at a steady, relentless pace.

“that’s it, angel. fucking drench my face with your juices.” yunjin encouraged breathlessly, feeling your walls starting to flutter around her plunging digits.* "I want to be covered in your arousal, want to taste your desire for me on my lips and my chin and my fucking cheeks."

she doubled her efforts, fucking you harder and faster as her tongue worked your clit with single–minded intensity. yunjin could feel the heat building in your core, the tension coiling tighter and tighter as she brought you closer to your peak.

“come for me, pretty girl.” she demanded, her voice muffled against your slick flesh. “i want to taste your sweet cream flooding my mouth, want to feel you gush all over my face as you surrender to the pleasure.”

yunjin gripped your hips, pulling you harder against her mouth as she ate you with wild abandon. she could feel your body starting to tremble, knew you were teetering on the brink of a mind–blowing orgasm.

with a final, hard suck to your clit and a particularly deep thrust of her fingers, yunjin sent you hurtling over the edge. your pussy clamped down like a vice, your juices gushing out to coat her face and chin and drip down her neck as your orgasm crashed over you. a scream of pure ecstasy tore from your throat, your back arching off the bed as wave after wave of intense pleasure consumed you.

yunjin didn’t let up, even as you convulsed and shook beneath her. she continued to lap and suck at your spasming sex, determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from your quivering body. her fingers pumped lazily in and out of your fluttering walls, helping to draw out your intense climax.

“that’s my good girl.” yunjin praised, her voice a low, satisfied rumble against your sensitive flesh.* “fucking soak my face with your juices, baby. i want to be dripping in your arousal, marked by your desire for me.”

she placed soft kisses along your inner thighs, up to your dripping slit, before dragging her tongue through your folds in a slow, sensual lick. yunjin savored the taste of your release, relishing the way your essence coated her mouth and chin.

finally, she lifted her head, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she took in your debauched appearance — hair mussed, cheeks flushed, lips parted as you struggled to catch your breath. yunjin licked her lips, swallowing the last of your juices.

“mmmh, you taste even better when you come on my tongue.” she purred, crawling up your body to capture your lips in a searing kiss. she forced you to taste yourself on her mouth, drinking down your moans as she caressed your trembling form.

but just as yunjin helped you, you needed to return the favor. she was just as, or maybe, much more turned on and needy than you, only she was prioritizing your pleasure over hers.

“let me return the favor. sit on my face.”

yunjin’s eyes flashed with hunger and desire at your words, a predatory grin spreading across her face. she quickly shuffled up on the couch, straddling your face with her thick, muscular thighs. the scent of her arousal filled your nostrils, musky and intoxicating, making your head spin with want.

“fuck yes, baby. i’ve been dying to feel your pretty little mouth on my pussy. you have no idea.” yunjin growled, gripping the back of the couch for support as she positioned herself over you. “i want to ride your face until i paint your tongue white with my cum.”

she lowered her hips, grinding her dripping slit against your parted lips. the first touch of your mouth on her aching sex made yunjin gasp, her head falling back as she savored the sensation. she rolled her hips, smearing her juices all over your chin and cheeks, marking you with her scent.

“put that wicked tongue to good use, angel.” she instructed, her voice tight with arousal. “lick my cunt like you mean it. taste every fucking inch of me, baby.”

yunjin reached down, gripping your hair and guiding your face against her dripping folds. she rolled her hips, grinding her swollen clit against your lips as she urged you to part them further. the first touch of your tongue on her sensitive flesh made yunjin shudder, a low moan escaping her throat.

“that’s it, just like that.” she praised, encouraging you to explore her sex with your mouth. “fuck, your tongue feels incredible. i knew this pretty little mouth would be perfect for eating pussy.”

yunjin began to rock her hips in earnest, riding your face with increasing fervor. she held your head in place as she fucked your mouth, her juices flooding your taste buds with each thrust. the obscene sound of her wet sex slapping against your chin and the lewd squelch of your lips and tongue working her folds filled the room.

the taste of yunjin’s arousal was intoxicating, her musky essence coating your tongue as you explored her dripping sex. you licked and sucked and flicked, spurred on by her increasingly desperate moans and the way her thighs trembled around your head.

“oh fuck, baby. your mouth is pure sin. i can’t get enough of your talented little tongue.” yunjin gasped, her grip on your hair tightening as she ground harder against your lips. “suck on my clit, angel. fucking worship it with your mouth until i come all over your pretty face.”

she rocked her hips faster, chasing her rapidly approaching climax. the room filled with the lewd sounds of her arousal and your eager suckling, a symphony of lust and desire. yunjin’s breath came in short, sharp pants as she teetered on the brink of ecstasy.

“fuck, i’m going to come. don’t stop, baby. keep licking, keep sucking. i need to paint your face with my cum.” she cried out, her voice raw with pleasure. “ah, fuck! here it comes, angel. get ready!”

with a final, hard grind of your lips and a particularly intense flick of your tongue, yunjin came undone. her sex clenched and fluttered, gushing her sweet nectar all over your chin and cheeks as she rode out her intense climax. her body shuddered and jerked, thighs squeezing around your head as wave after wave of pure bliss consumed her.

as yunjin’s orgasm began to subside, she slowly lifted her hips from your face. her juices coated your chin and cheeks, dripping down onto your neck and chest. she took a moment to catch her breath, her chest heaving as she stared down at you with a look of pure, unadulterated lust.

“fuck, that was incredible.” yunjin praised, her voice a low, satisfied rumble. “i knew this pretty little mouth would be perfect for eating pussy, but damn, you exceeded all my expectations.”

she leaned down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. yunjin forced you to taste her own arousal on your mouth, swapping the essence of her release between your lips. her tongue stroked yours sensually, languidly, as she savored the flavor of your shared passion.

as the kiss deepened, yunjin’s hands began to wander your body, caressing and squeezing the curves of your breasts, the dip of your waist, the flare of your hips. her touch ignited sparks beneath your skin, stoking the embers of your own desire back into a raging inferno.

yunjin’s fingers found your nipples, rolling and pinching the hardened peaks as she ground her still–dripping sex against your thigh. the sensation of her slick folds gliding over your skin sent a shiver of need down your spine, making your own arousal throb with renewed intensity.

yunjin’s eyes softened, a gentle smile playing at the corners of her mouth as she looked down at your flushed and panting form. she brushed a strand of hair from your forehead, tucking it tenderly behind your ear.

“mmmh, i think a little rest is a good idea.” she murmured, her voice a low, intimate rumble. “we have all night to explore each other’s bodies and push the boundaries of pleasure. there’s no need to rush, baby.”

yunjin rolled off of you, settling onto her back beside you on the couch. she pulled you close, tucking your head onto her chest and wrapping her arms around you in a warm, protective embrace. the steady, soothing rhythm of her heartbeat filled your ears as you snuggled against her.

“come here, (y/n). rest that little head on my chest and let's catch our breath.” she encouraged softly, stroking your hair with a gentle hand. “you’ve more than earned a break after the way you worshipped my pussy with that talented tongue of yours.”

yunjin placed a tender kiss on the top of your head, breathing in the scent of your hair as she held you close. she knew that as soon as you were both rested and ready, she would be more than eager to continue your sensual explorations, to bring you both to new heights of ecstasy and pleasure.

“after a short break… another round sounds good?”

[jennissera]

Pairing: Yunjin x Fem Reader

ding, you just got a new match!

Famously known for its year-round event, the book app or as people like to call it "booktinder" is an event that came from the idea of your uni wanting to create healthy relationships and expanding people's social circles in a healthy environment. You can choose to remain anonymous and talk about books or, as the whole purpose of it is, meet new people.

Yunjin loves to read but never had much luck in keeping up conversations which is why she stopped using the app until one day when she was mindlessly scrolling through her phone and organising apps she saw it again and decided to try one last time since there was no harm in it. "Here goes nothing," she said, typing her favourite book title, and not even 30 seconds into it, she got a match.

Genre: Smau, strangers to lovers, slow burn, one side pinning temporarily, oblivious reader.

Featuring: lsrfm yunjin, chaewon, ive liz, wonyoung, rei, itzy yuna, aespa giselle & more

Status: On going

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Author's note: hii, so i kinda got inspo randomly and decided to go for it. hopefully, i can continue, and people enjoy it.

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[jennissera]

Pussy drunk Sakura 😫😫

pairing. sub!miyawaki sakura x dom!fem reader.

content warnings. cunnilingus, face sitting.

my cute and sweet sakura <3 she’s nothing but a pervert in any situation, i can’t see her any other way! dakura is beyond a fool who gets worse when it comes to girls, and definitely doesn’t change when it comes to fucking!

she is probably a bit shy about admitting her wants and needs out loud, so she would probably go back and forth a couple of times to tell you that she needs to eat you out :( sakura would only be able to give you pretty eyes and suggestive comments that have a double meaning behind them, but how lucky you are that you are the brains of the relationship because otherwise she would make a fool of herself in vain!

she gets a little silly when it comes to eating pussy, something awkward like drooling on your inner thighs and foolishly apologizing for it but she’s so nervous and needy at the same time that her apologies end up being pathetic and you can't help but laugh in her face! sakura is just a cute little thing who wants to do a good job but doesn’t know how to do it properly and ends up humiliating herself in the worst way 🥺 this is when you have to take some responsibility and try to guide her, but at best, it’s preferable to ride her face before she does something worse...

sakura gives the cutest eyes when you’re using her mouth to your liking, practically whining against your pussy and seeming more desperate than before to please you, her hands going to your thighs and digging her fingers into your flesh to push you further against her face as if you weren’t literally sitting on it — although she does a hard job and definitely doesn’t disappoint! sometimes she can be a little awkward around women, but let me tell you she has total experience and always gives her best to please you, there’s nothing bad to say about her because sakura always tries hard and it shows when she’s practically devouring you like she hasn’t eaten in days <3

[jennissera]

test out. 

pair. gf!yunjin x fem!reader; wc. 531

tw/cw. nsfw content, cursing, intentional lowercase, not proofread, drug use; soft dom!yunjin, sub!reader, race neutral reader, weed use, both yunjin and reader are high but are still coherent!!!, both first times with edibles, hickeys, half-clothed/half-naked reader, yunjin has a tongue piercing, hair pulling, oral (reader receiving), cunnilingus, dry humping-ish ending, use of “jen,” and “love”

note. a req for my “irl” “c” miss u ml!!! also remember, drugs aren’t for everyone! you’re not missing out on anything, do drugs safely! don’t be ever pressured to smoke it if you don’t want to. this is also in no way me defaming yunjin’s reputation, this is fiction! 

“c’mon love, why don’t we test it out?” yunjin questions, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder, wrapping her arms around you. you pause and look at her, then looking down at the brownies in your hands. this was such a bad idea. trying edibles with your girlfriend is bound to get insane. 

you murmur under your breath, “this is gonna go bad, jen.”

she giggles, “no it won’t, you’re being dramatic, y/n.” 

but explain how you ended up on the couch in your shared apartment with yunjin leaving spit-covered hickeys on your neck and collarbones? you can explain, but you’d rather pay more attention to yunjin. 

your girlfriend giggles as she makes it down your body, slithering hands down your shorts and panties to bring your lower half bare for her. “so. fucking. wet.” she simpers as she spreads your legs to place a small kiss on your bare cunt. cold lips to your hot clit was definitely a different experience when high on a stupid edible.

“shut up. just eat me out already.” you slur on your words as yunjin rolls her eyes. whatever her girlfriend wants, her girlfriend gets. 

the sudden cool barbell sets a shiver up your spine.

shit. 

you forgot about that damn piercing jen got a few months ago. you’ve been avoiding any intimacy to let it heal, but damn. she got you good. no wonder she wanted to eat the edible so bad. she wanted to fuck you with it; while high.

the piercing slides down and up against your folds, a new sensation that you could definitely get the hang of. your fingers slowly find their way on yunjin’s scalp, tugging at the roots to grind down on her face. your hazy eyes lock onto her reciprocating ones. this was so hot. 

yunjin impossibly digs her knees even more down into the floor than they already were. your whimpers and small gasps have her going insane. just the way your wetness covers the piercing, how it reaches places and crevices you’ve never thought you could feel. the way you’re shifting deeper in the coach, fiending for even more. she notices the small shakes your body was emitting. realizing you’re cumming quicker than usual. 

“you cumming, love?” yunjin sighs betweens kisses on your labia. choking out a response, “yeah– ‘m close– oh fuck– jen–!” you squirm against her face, feeling that familiar edge of your orgasm.

in a few more licks and kisses, you cum over yunjin’s face. yunjin laps at your cunt making sure she got every last drop. she licks her lips and comes up to kiss your lips to taste yourself. 

“you liked that too much. the piercing and the edible,” you mutter grabbing her arm to sit beside you. “you liked it even more,” yunjin snickers, shifting herself to lay down.

you exhale from your nose before raising yourself up to sit on her lap, “the edible won’t wear off until a few more hours. have any ideas?” 

yunjin smirks, holding onto your hips to grind you down on the rough fabric of her jeans, emitting a deep moan from your throat, “i got something we could test out.”

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[jennissera]

— 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ clingy gf! kazuha headcanons ⊹

⊹ ࣪ ˖ disclaimer clingy gf! kazuha nakamura x gf! fem! reader, wlw, fluff

⊹ ࣪ ˖ song playing hello? — clairo

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☆ clingy gf! kazuha who always wants to hold your hand – whether you're walking around seoul, sitting next to each other, or just hanging out, she loves the simple act of holding your hand. her fingers lightly squeeze yours when she's feeling extra affectionate

☆ clingy gf! kazuha who will sneakily cuddle you when you're busy – you could be working on something, reading a book, or even cooking. suddenly, Kazuha will appear behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist, burying her face in your hair, and mumbling, "you look so focused, but i miss you already…" (we ALL know what’s coming after)

☆ clingy gf! kazuha who is a big fan of surprise hugs from behind – Kazuha loves surprising you with soft, gentle hugs from behind when you're not expecting them. her chin rests on your shoulder, and she just breathes in your scent, completely at peace in your presence

☆ clingy gf! kazuha who gets a little jealous if you give someone else too much attention – she’s not overtly possessive, but Kazuha's a little extra clingy when she feels like someone else is taking too much of your attention. she’ll steal you away for a private moment, whispering, "you’re mine... right?"

☆ clingy gf! kazuha who sings soft songs for you when you're feeling down – if you're ever feeling down, she’ll be the first to sit beside you and softly sing to you, her voice warm and soothing like a gentle breeze. she’ll rest her head on your shoulder as she hums a melody, making sure you know she’s there for you

☆ clingy gf! kazuha who will leave little notes everywhere for you – whether it's in your bag, on your pillow, or stuck to the fridge, Kazuha loves leaving you little love notes. sometimes they’re just a small “i love you” or a reminder that she’s thinking of you, but they always bring a smile to your face

☆ clingy gf! kazuha who loves napping together – Kazuha can spend hours just lying in bed with you, her head resting on your chest while you both drift in and out of naps. she’ll curl up into you like a little koala, and if she wakes up before you, she’ll quietly watch you sleep, her hand lightly tracing over your skin

☆ clingy gf! kazuha who never wants to be apart for too long – if you're heading out to run errands or have plans without her, Kazuha will pout a little and cling to you, asking if she can tag along. if not, she'll insist on sending you off with a soft kiss and a whispered “come back to me soon”

☆ clingy gf! kazuha who rubs your back when you're feeling tired – if you’ve had a long day, Kazuha will quietly come up behind you, placing her hands on your shoulders, and begin rubbing your back. hertouch is always tender, and her gentle words of comfort will melt away any stress you might have, or with a tender and affectionate make out session in bed (😝)

☆ clingy gf! kazuha who is the biggest fan of sharing food with you – no matter what she’s eating, Kazuha will always offer to feed you a bite, and she’ll give you that cute, pleading look if you hesitate. if you're not eating something, she'll be like, "let me share a taste of everything with you, love! it’s much better when we share”

[jennissera]

G!p Sakura who is usually very vanilla in bed(because she’s scared of doing something you don’t like or going too hard) overhears you talking to your group mate(you’re apart of IVE) Wonyoung about how you wish she would just use you like you were only made to pleasure her…so the next time you guys have sex she does just that .(I saw you wanted Saki and I literally thought of this instantly😅)

My sugar mommy

Pairings: G!pSakura x Femreader

Warnings: Smut, Rough sex, Pet names (Doll, baby girl), Degrading, Slapping/Spanking, Semi-Public sex.

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You didn't think she heard your convo with a friend backstage. I mean it wasn't something crazy? Well at least not too crazy?

You spoke to your friend Wonyoung about your girlfriend Sakura and how your sex life was getting kind of bland. She gave you the advice anyone else would have given you. "Talk to her about it." You saw it coming, of course, who wouldn't. That was the problem though, you didn't want her to think what she was already doing wasn't good, it just simply wasn't enough.

After practice one night, your girlfriend took you home to her doorm with the other Le sserafim girls. You stayed over a few times before, so it wasn't anything out of the ordinary. Tonight was different thought. To you, she seemed like her normal self, but deep down, she knew what she had to do, and it had to be tonight.

Once you reached her room, she shut and locked the door behind her quickly. Taking you off guard, you spun around to face her only to be met with her lips on yours. Her kiss was rough and hungry. Her hands reached your thighs where she lifted you and wrapped your legs around her waist, pushing you on her room door.

Pulling away with a string of saliva connecting your botton lips. Her breath heavy, her wet lips already on your neck. You didn't question her or what's gotten into tonight. All you know is you better enjoy it.

Your limbs still wrapped around her she unbuttoned her pants and pulled her cock out. Rubbing it against your clothed pussy. Luckily for her, you decided to wear shorts today, making her job a little bit easier. Although in her mind she secretly wanted to rip your clothes off just to impress you. Pulling your shorts and panties to the side she digs her fingers deep into your slit. Running them back and forth through your wetness. She slowly pushed in finger in just to tease you. Her breath warm on your neck as she left marks that'll definitely get you in trouble with management later.

She cooed at how soaked you were. Biting her lip against your skin and she dug deeper into you. Earing whines and slow thrust from your aching, desperate hips.

"So pretty..."

Her voice low. She whispered into your ear, biting your earlobe softly before pushing her tip deep inside you. You both moaned in unison as she entered you fully. Your body aching for more.

She lifted you from the door and laid you flat on your back. Her cock still deep inside you. Holding your hips down, she thrust so deep and rough inside you. Toying with your clit as she pounds you. "So pretty doll.." she says with a smirk. She's completely different tonight. She must've heard, or maybe Wonyoung realized your lack of urgency and courage to tell her, so she told herself. Whatever it is tonight, you are NOT complaining.

Her cock slammed into you over and over. She found her own unusual rhythm. It felt good. It's almost too good that you almost came too quick 😣. Wanting this moment to last you held it as strong as you could. That honestly didn’t change anything because she was gonna fuck every last drop out of you till SHE was done with you.

She flipped you over on your side. Holding you up by your leg, hitting new areas she hadn't before. She knew her members were in the rooms next to hers, and the walls were thin, but tonight was something special to her, so she honestly didn't care how loud you were.

Channeling something jn her she slapped your ass as she fucked you. A few slaps in, and then her old self shined for a bit. Groping and rubbing your redden cheek.

Her thrusts were insane, something different. Something you clearly loved, and she saw. Still holding your leg, she reached for your throat using you as leverage to dig deeper into you. Her cock hitting and abusing your cervix with each thrust.

Flipping you on your stomach, laying a pillow under you just like she would usually do. She pushed your head down and pulled your hips up and fucked into your pussy from behind. Let's just say your night lasted longgggg. Sheets soaked. Body marked. Voice gone. You both were definitely in for a rude awakening the next morning. But right now, only you two matter.

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Long n bunz 😣💔

[jennissera]

is your face, like… made of clouds or some shit?

summary you touch chaewon’s face for science. she short-circuits. you short-circuit. everyone’s blushing. no thoughts, just soft.

genre fluff / crack / pining dumbasses

pairing kim chaewon x fem!reader

masterlist.

you were staring.

again.

you knew it was weird. but like—have you seen her? kim chaewon? human peach? softest skin known to man? god was showing off when he made her.

and right now, she was sitting across from you on the floor, legs crossed, talking about something you weren’t hearing at all because you were too busy brain-melting over how glowy her cheeks looked in the lamplight.

“—so then i told her, if you microwave another boiled egg, you’re cleaning up the explosion yourself,” she said, laughing.

you blinked.

then, with zero warning, leaned forward and gently cupped her face.

she froze.

“…uh.”

“dude.”

you gently smushed her cheeks with both hands. “your face is so soft.”

chaewon blinked at you. “wha—”

“like. freakishly soft. what is this. is your moisturizer made of angel tears?”

she made a noise that might’ve been a laugh or a glitching hard drive.

“why are you touching my face like you’re trying to read my soul,” she whispered, face rapidly turning red.

“because i think you might actually be made of marshmallows.”

you squished her cheeks a little more. “i’m serious. your face feels like a baby’s ass.”

“STOP CALLING MY FACE AN ASS.”

“a soft one!! a good one!!”

she shoved your hands away, covering her face in both palms. “why are you LIKE this.”

“why are YOU like this. all glowy and smooth and shit. this is harassment.”

she peeked at you between her fingers. “…you think i’m glowy?”

“don’t make me repeat it or i’ll melt.”

she giggled. giggled. like a literal cartoon princess. it did things to your heart. violent things.

“you’re so weird,” she mumbled.

“and you’re so cute it makes me want to scream into a toaster.”

you both sat in silence for a second.

then she reached out, slowly, and poked your cheek.

“…your face is kinda soft too,” she whispered.

you blinked. heart stopped. brain deleted itself.

“oh my god,” you whispered.

“what?”

“we’re both soft. we’re like—one pillow away from being a skincare ad.”

she burst out laughing, falling onto your shoulder and nearly taking you down with her.

and when you finally calmed down, cheeks hurting from smiling and hearts thumping too fast, she just leaned against you and stayed there.

soft skin. soft laughs. soft hearts.

this was heaven.

ten minutes later.

you were both still on the floor, now very much not touching, but also very much not talking about what happened.

you were pretending to scroll on your phone. she was pretending to be invested in a snack wrapper.

the air was loud with awkward silence.

finally, chaewon cleared her throat.

“so like…” she said, still not looking at you, “you just go around grabbing people’s faces like that?”

you snorted. “only the ones who feel like silk.”

her ears turned red.

“…you’re gonna make me cry,” she muttered.

“from joy?”

“from EMBARRASSMENT.”

you grinned and nudged her with your shoulder. “you liked it.”

“i did not.”

“you giggled.”

“shut UP.”

you leaned in a little. “you blushed too.”

“i always blush,” she muttered. “i have sensitive skin. you know this.”

“sensitive everything honestly.”

“do you want to die.”

you smirked. “maybe if it’s by your soft little hands."

chaewon went silent again.

then—

“…ok but like,” she said quietly, turning her head to look at you, “if i touched your face right now, would it be weird?”

your brain imploded.

“i—uh—no???”

she blinked at you for a second.

then reached up and gently cupped your cheek. like exactly how you did earlier.

her hand was small. warm. careful.

you nearly passed out.

“yep,” she said, nodding seriously. “soft. confirmed.”

you stared at her. “i think i’m gonna kiss you.”

she smiled, still holding your face. “do it then.”

and you did.

just a small one. a kiss on her cheek. fast. sweet. kind of chaotic. the kind of kiss that makes your whole face feel warm and fuzzy.

chaewon froze for a second.

then grinned.

like, full-on cheeky smile, eyes crinkling, smug as hell.

“wow,” she said, hand still on your face. “so you are in love with me.”

you groaned and dropped your head onto her shoulder. “shut up. i blacked out. i don’t remember anything.”

“nah uh. don’t play dumb now. you kissed me. you admitted my skin’s perfect. you basically proposed.”

you smacked her leg. “IT WAS A CHEEK KISS.”

“cheek kiss is stage one,” she said, nodding like a scientist. “next is holding hands in public. then forehead kisses. then shared toothbrushes—”

“STOP.”

“and then marriage.”

you raised your head. “so you’ve been thinking about it too.”

she blinked. turned red. panicked.

“uh. what? no?? i’m—I’m just joking?? haha. so silly. so unserious.”

you smirked. “you wanna share a toothbrush with me soooo bad.”

“take it back before i leave.”

“you showed up to my house. you’re never leaving.”

she flopped onto your lap with a dramatic sigh, hiding her face. “ugh. you’re the worst.”

you ran your fingers through her hair, grinning like an idiot. “and you’re the softest little shit i’ve ever met.”

she peeked up at you. “you still think my face is soft?”

you kissed her nose.

“baby,” you said. “i’d sleep on it like a pillow.”

[jennissera]

Doctor Kazuha who’s your fiancé thoughts😩

A/N: Kazuha, who's your doctor fiancé has been plaguing my mind, so guess what? Everyone has to suffer with me.

Tags: g!p kazuha, top Kazuha, obsessive Kazuha, bottom reader

I just know for a fact she’s all up in your business. Making sure at least twice a day you're healthy, and that her baby isn’t ever going to have a cough fall from her lips.

“I’m just so worried. These days there are so many airborne diseases going around.” Kazuha stocks up on face masks just so you can wear them anytime you leave the house.

“I’d rather you stay at home everyday but being active is essential for health.” So instead of just leaving you to go about your day she makes the basement a functioning gym.

Even when she’s at work she’s still thinking about you. It pains her to think about you being all alone at home without her because of her work taking longer than usual.

“So sorry baby, I’m not gonna be home until 9. But until then wait for me.” Kazuha pushes her entire schedule up, assessing all of her patients as fast as she can.

Responsibly of course, Kazuha would hate to get charged with medical malpractice, she wouldn’t be able to see you if she was in prison💔

The moment she gets home, she immediately showers. Zuha doesn’t want a single germ from outside to even come near you. “A hug?! No! Absolutely not! Wait until I’ve showered.”

When she’s all clean and ready for you, she practically pounces on you. Kissing you and holding you in her arms.

The only thing Kazuha wants to hear about is how your day went and she doesn’t expect anything other than great. If it wasn’t she would have to fix that!

Trust she’d be a great cook too, like on some Gordon Ramsey shit. To Kazuha, you only deserve the best, and nutritious meals are a necessity to keep you healthy.

Whatever you want she’ll make it. Pasta? She asks what kind of sauce you want. Tacos? Spicy or mild either way Kazuha always makes both.

Kazuha boasts her perfection in her romantic ways but even in the most intimate of places🤭

Now she’s the type to fuck you into the mattress but talks to you so gently😞”Baby dont get all quiet for me, you know I wanna hear you.”

Softly caressing your hair when it gets messy from how rough shes fucking you.

“You’re being so good for me baby, my pretty little mess.”

All you could do is whine and writhe under her as you moan at her name. “That’s right baby, I'm right here for you.”

“I'm all yours.” Kazuha loves reminding you of this, for her your satisfaction was her number one priority so it’s only natural she's yours.

Her fingernails make marks onto your waist as she thrusts into you, her cock so deep you swear it’s in your stomach.

You half expect Kazuha to be going crazy out of lust like you but she’s so controlled. Her only reason for that was so that she could make sure you’re getting everything you need.

Her hands travel all over body, her long fingers caressing, touching, loving all of you as if it was so natural, almost like she was touching herself.

Zina’s pace picks up, her movements bringing you to your climax, your body shaking in pleasure. Kazuha also reaches her climax with you, her hips twitching softly.

Her lips coat kisses all over your back as she dumps her seed into you. You’re almost sure you got pregnant from that😭

When you bring your concern up to Kazuha she only smiles at you softly. “That would be wonderful, we’d probably have to speed up the wedding though.”

“I know a good gynaecologist for when you give birth, so don’t worry about anything.” She soothes you back to rest against her chest.

[jennissera]

Popular girl yunjin x delinquent reader? Feel free to ignore.

yours to ruin— huh yunjin ˚°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

pairing: delinquent reader x popular yunjin

synopsis: a late night mistake tangles y/n with the school’s queen bee, where cruelty, pride, and secrets blur into something neither of them expected

y/n never thought much about consequences. spray-painting walls at 2 a.m. was her therapy, her rebellion, her way of proving she existed in a world that would rather ignore her. so when she picked that flawless house at the end of the block, with its white picket fence and too-perfect lawn, she didn’t think twice.

except she should’ve.

because that house belonged to huh yunjin. the queen bee. the golden girl. the kind of girl who could ruin someone’s life with a single smile.

the mural was almost finished when the upstairs window slid open.

“wow,” yunjin’s voice cut through the night like glass. “i didn’t know rats came in human form.”

y/n froze, spray can slipping in her grip.

yunjin leaned on the window frame, smirk curling her lips. “oh my god. of course it’s you. should’ve guessed you always reek of spray paint.”

before y/n could fire back, her instincts screamed at her to run.

the next morning, yunjin found her at school. she cornered her at the lockers, arms crossed, every inch the picture of power.

“i should’ve called the cops last night,” she said lightly, eyes sparkling with amusement.

“so why didn’t you?” y/n muttered.

yunjin stepped closer, voice dropping to a purr. “because this is better. you’re mine now. you’ll do whatever i say, or everyone finds out you defaced my house.”

her smirk was pure victory.

so it began.

y/n carried her books, fetched her coffee, held her pom-poms at practice. yunjin treated her like a pet, barking orders in front of everyone.

“faster, freak, i don’t have all day.”

“hold it higher, you’re blocking my light.”

“good girl.”

people laughed, and y/n’s pride burned. but when no one was around, yunjin’s mask slipped. she’d ask about y/n’s favorite bands, mutter little things like “don’t skip lunch again” or quietly hand her a bandaid when her knuckles were split. it was infuriating how she could be so cruel in public and so careful in private.

but then came the breaking point.

walking back from the bathroom, y/n heard voices spilling from the locker hallway. yunjin’s, clear as a blade.

“please. she’s nothing more than a low-life freak. i mean, it’s fun to keep her around. she actually listens. sit, stay, fetch, she does it all. pathetic.”

her friends laughed, and yunjin laughed with them, that perfect, cruel laugh that made y/n’s chest collapse in on itself.

y/n’s hands curled into fists, paint still staining her skin. she couldn’t breathe. she couldn’t think. she didn’t even notice the spray can slipping from her pocket and clattering to the floor as she turned and walked away, each step heavier than the last.

that night, she smashed a can against the wall of her alley, paint exploding in a splatter of red and blue. her mural bled with her rage.

after that, she was done. no more carrying books. no more following her around. no more eye contact. when yunjin spoke, y/n ignored her like she didn’t exist.

and yunjin hated it.

her friends’ jokes weren’t funny anymore. the stares felt empty. the power she loved suddenly meant nothing. because for the first time, she’d lost control over y/n, and over herself.

finally, she snapped.

she found y/n in her usual alley, crouched before a wall, paint streaking across her hands. the mural glowed under the streetlight, messy, alive, untamed.

“still playing with your crayons?” yunjin sneered, but the edge in her voice wavered.

y/n didn’t look up. “what do you want?”

“you’re avoiding me.”

“congratulations. you figured it out.”

yunjin scoffed, trying to wear her mask again. “you’re so dramatic. i didn’t even mean it.”

y/n finally turned, eyes sharp and burning. “don’t lie to me. i heard every word.”

for a second, yunjin held her gaze, chin tilted high but then her lips trembled, her confidence cracked. “i only said it because i was scared. i didn’t want them to know how much i-” she stopped, her voice breaking. “how much i actually like you.”

y/n laughed bitterly, shoving the spray can into her bag. “you humiliated me. you made me a joke. do you even hear yourself right now?”

“i know,” yunjin whispered, stepping closer, all her pride dissolving. “and i hate myself for it.”

“good. you should.”

yunjin’s eyes brimmed, her hands shaking as she reached out. “just let me prove i’m not the monster i pretended to be.”

y/n shoved her hand off at first, the rejection like a slap. yunjin’s breath hitched, her walls completely crumbling.

“please,” she whispered, voice small for the first time. “don’t shut me out.”

the silence stretched, broken only by the hum of the streetlight. y/n’s chest hurt, torn between rage and the way her heart still ached for her.

finally, she muttered, “you’re unbelievable.”

and yet, when yunjin reached for her again, y/n didn’t pull away. their foreheads pressed together, fragile, trembling.

“this doesn’t fix everything,” y/n whispered.

“i don’t want it to,” yunjin murmured. “i just want you.”

when their lips finally met, it was messy and desperate, all sharp edges and trembling hands. it hurt and healed all at once, a kiss that promised chaos, danger, and something impossibly real

[jennissera]

Awwww my mans changbin is so cuteee

🖤🧸 © 🐥

[jennissera]

DADDY CHAN?!!!! CHAN CAN BAN-

BANG CHAN ♡ 삐처리 (BLEEP) MV

[jennissera]

seungmin everywhere all around the world (in toronto)

[jennissera]

❨...❩   ㅤ'  ㅤ  𓇢𓆸   ㅤ 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑚⸻locks

  ㅤ   ㅤ   ㅤ 夢   ㅤ ❜  ㅤ  yunjin  ㅤ  ，  ㅤ  le sserafim

[jennissera]

MY HUSBAND CHANGBIN?!!!!!!!! HELLO?!!! ZADDY??!!! DADDDY?!!!

I'm totally fine, I'm doing amazing 🙂

[jennissera]

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