opiumwings

[opiumwings]

prank’d — manon bannerman

– you prank manon, by pretending somebody else is coming over when she’s leaving – word count: 895 words

all the pranks manon had pulled on you… yeah, she deserved this. you’d let her get away with way too much. but today? today was your turn.

you kept your expression as neutral as possible while manon slipped on her shoes by the door, totally unaware of what you had planned. she was heading out to hang with some friends—perfect timing.

“alright, i’m leaving,” she said, grabbing her keys and leaning in for a quick kiss.

“okay,” you smiled sweetly, kissing her back. “have fun.”

“text me later?”

“of course,” you nodded, walking her to the door.

as soon as you saw her car pull out of the driveway, you moved fast.

y/n she just left you can head over now

you stood by the window, watching manon’s car reverse in the neighborhood. you saw her park across the street, sit for a second, and then—yep. there she was, creeping back toward the house like a spy.

you ran to sit on the couch and tried to look normal, scrolling on your phone when the front door suddenly opened.

“expecting someone else?” manon asked as she walked back in.

“nope,” you said casually, barely holding back your grin.

“then what’s this?” she held up her phone, the screen showing your text thread.

“oh, that?” you said, pointing at the screen. “that’s just the tiktok i sent you earlier.”

“don’t do that,” manon said, eyes narrowing.

“do what?”

“you’re planning on cheating on me. i have the proof right here,” she said, waving her phone slightly.

“i would never cheat on you,” you said smoothly.

“then explain the text.”

“that message wasn’t for you—it was meant for one of my friends,” you said, using your best duh voice.

“are you lying?” manon stared at you, deadpan. 

“i’d never lie to you, baby.”

“this might actually be gaslighting,” she blinked slowly. 

“i don’t even know how to do that,” you said with the fakest sincerity.

“is this a joke?” manon asked aloud, eyes scanning the room like she could sense a hidden camera, luckily you had hidden it pretty well.

“what would the joke be?” you said, trying not to laugh.

she sighed dramatically, still staring at you. “you know what? i’m just gonna choose to trust my girlfriend. i believe you wouldn’t do that to me.”

okay… now you felt kind of bad.

“have fun with your friends, honey,” you added as you said your goodbyes, again.

y/n omg i accidentally texted her that 😭 almost got myself caught up 😮‍💨

“y/n. you have to be fucking joking.” manon spun around instantly. 

“what did i do?” you said innocently.

“i barely left the house!”

“well… the sooner you leave, the faster they can come over,” you shrugged, biting your lip to keep from laughing.

“so you’re just cheating on me now? that’s what we’re doing?” she stared at you, jaw dropped actually looking pissed now.

“babe… c’mon.” your grin faded just a little. 

“don’t ‘babe’ me,” she snapped. “at first i thought this was some sick ass joke but apparently you got side hoes whenever i leave.”

“i mean they’re just side hoes, you’re my main,” you told her.

“oh, so now you wanna joke?” manon crossed her arms, glaring.

“okay, okay,” you said quickly, putting your hands up in surrender. “before you throw a shoe at me or my hoes—look over there.”

you pointed discreetly toward the bookshelf, where your camera was hidden behind a couple stacked books.

manon followed your finger, squinting. when she finally spotted the lens, her mouth dropped open again.

“you are so lucky that camera is there,” she muttered, walking over to confirm it. “i was actually about to ruin so many people's days.”

you tried to keep from laughing, but the moment she looked back at you with that “i can’t believe you” expression, you couldn’t hold it anymore.

“that was so wrong of you,” manon said, trying not to smile as she came over and smacked your shoulder.

“but did you believe it?”

“not at first,” manon muttered, “but then you started talking crazy and i considered it.”

“i’d never cheat on you. ever,” you said, pulling her close. “you know that, right?”

“yeah, yeah. unfortunately.” she leaned into you, her voice muffled against your shoulder. 

“so… we’re good?”

“can i leave peacefully now, or do i have to worry about another one of your little hoes showing up?” she pulled back just enough to look at you. 

“i will make sure to text the right person this time,” you grinned.

“wow,” she said flatly. “not even denying it anymore.”

“i promise. no hoes. just you.” you laughed and kissed her again.

“you better not be lying, because i will pull my bat out of the trunk next time,” she warned, already walking toward the door again.

“duly noted,” you called after her. “love you!”

“mmhmm. i’ll decide if i love you after lunch.”

“that’s fair,” you nodded, “at least the hoes love me.”

manon didn’t answer, just flipped you off playfully as she finally walked out.

you waited until her car disappeared from the street, for real this time, before flopping back on the couch with a huge grin.

now you just had to survive whatever her revenge prank was going to be. you knew it was coming, and you probably did deserve it.

[opiumwings]

prank’d — sophia laforteza

– you pull a prank on sophia, telling her your ex texted you and you’re going to meet up with them – word count: 708 words

you walked into your shared bedroom to see sophia sprawled out on the bed, scrolling on her phone.

“hey babe, you remember yunjin?”

“the one that’s your ex?” sophia looked up, raising an eyebrow.

“yeah. she just texted me—wants to meet up for brunch.”

sophia paused, staring at you like you’d just told her something crazy, which you had. “we literally just had breakfast.”

“well yeah, but i haven’t seen her in a while,” you shrugged, heading to the closet.

“i didn’t even know y’all still talked,” sophia said, sitting up.

“we do sometimes,” you replied casually, flipping through hangers.

she tilted her head, eyes narrowing as she watched you search through your nicer clothes. “i just think it’s wild that this is the first i’m hearing about it.”

“i didn’t think it was that big of a deal.”

“so how long has this texting thing been going on?” she asked, arms now crossed.

“it’s really recent.”

“and that’s not weird to you at all?”

you waved her off. “she’s not like that,” you said, hiding your grin as you turned back to the closet, because honestly, you were about to start laughing.

you laid a silky dress on the bed, the kind you usually save for date nights, then grabbed your cutest sandals from the rack.

“wait—you're actually going?” sophia's voice pitched up, eyes wide in disbelief.

“umm, yeah? i told you i was.”

“wearing that?” her eyes darted between the dress and you.

“i wanna look nice,” you said with a smirk.

sophia went completely silent, processing everything you had just told her. you kept moving, pretending not to notice.

“okay…” she finally said, standing up. “then i’m going too.”

“huh?” you turned to look at her.

“i wanna meet her.”

“why? you don’t even know her,” you said, but she was already yanking open the other side of the closet.

“i just need to know why this girl thinks it’s okay to be asking my girlfriend out on a date like it’s not weird.”

“it’s not a date. it’s just brunch with a friend,” you said.

“‘just brunch with a friend,’” sophia mocked, yanking a dress off a hanger with unnecessary force. “there’s no way you actually think i’m buying that right now.”

“i don’t know why you’re so pressed. she’s my ex for a reason.”

“oh please. you’re putting on your best dress for this date, and i’m supposed to act like she’s not a threat?”

“you don’t have to be jealous,” you teased, finally letting your smile break through.

“okay, now you’re making me feel crazy,” sophia said, rolling her eyes.

that did it. you burst out laughing.

“what’s funny? i wanna laugh,” she snapped.

“i’m so sorry for doing this to you,” you said, walking over and pulling her into a hug. “i was just messing with you.”

you turned her toward the small camera strategically set up nearby. “say hi.”

sophia stared, blinking at the lens. “you stress me out,” she muttered, trying to push you away, but your arms stayed locked around her.

“i’m sorry! i wouldn’t actually go see her.”

“move. i don’t like you right now.”

“nope, you have to,” you said, still laughing.

you leaned in to kiss her. her lips were pressed in a firm line, but she didn’t move. and when she finally kissed you back, it was with a lot more fire than you expected. so yeah, definitely not mad anymore.

when the kiss broke, you grinned. “the girls are gonna love this video.”

“i’m glad you get along with them so well,” sophia said sarcastically, rolling her eyes again.

“we just have something in common,” you said, pressing another soft kiss to her lips.

“so, yunjin never texted you?”

“nope,” you shook your head. “haven’t heard from her since the breakup.”

“good. keep it that way.”

you kissed down her jaw until your lips brushed against her ear. “sophia… you’re the only one for me,” you whispered.

“of course i am,” she whispered back, voice low and sultry against your neck.

you walked her backward toward the bed, easing her down on top of the clothes you’d laid out.

“let me just remind you of that,” you said, climbing on top of her.

[opiumwings]

ᯓ ₊˚⊹⋆ EVERY SUMMERTIME — ꒰ 西村力 ꒱

─── or, you help your best friend dye his hair. ꒰ bookshelf ꒱

nishimura riki x fem!reader 739wc fluff ♡ mutual pining

“YOU SURE ABOUT THIS? IF you end up looking like a skunk, that’s on you.” you ask, snapping your gloves into place.

niki’s sitting on the stool in the bathroom with a blue towel around his shoulders, grinning like this is the best part of his week. “i trust you.” he says, eyes flicking up to meet yours in the mirror. you roll your eyes. “famous last words.”

the bowl of bleach sits between you. you start sectioning his thick, dark hair, carefully parting it correctly. you slip your fingers through his hair with practiced ease. the strands are soft, maybe too soft, and he keeps humming every time your hand brushes near his neck.

“stop moving. keep doing that and i’ll bleach your eyebrow out of spite.” you murmur.

“i’m not moving. you’re just being bossy.” he says, clearly smiling.

“that’s because you need constant supervision.”

he goes quiet after that but the air between you shifts. it’s not in a bad way. room humming with tension as you work.

you’re so focused that you don’t even realize he’s looking at you. and not just glancing — watching.

“you get this serious look when you’re concentrating.” he says softly.

“huh?”

“in the mirror. you look cute when you’re focused. kinda hot, actually.”

you pause, bleach brush hovering midair. “you’re one twitch away from turning your entire head platinum.”

but he doesn’t stop smiling or watching you with that quiet, impossibly soft gaze. you turn away and pretend to check the timer but your cheeks burn.

when you finally finish, the foils are folded and timer is ticking. you peel off your gloves with a sigh and lean back against the sink.

he stretches his arms overhead. “so, how long do i have to sit like this?”

“twenty five minutes. tell me if it burns.” you say while smirking.

“burns?” his eyes widen and you bite back a smile.

he shakes his head before humming. “can we eat something while we wait?”

“eat? like what?”

he gives you the most innocent look ever despite being fully foiled like a loaded baked potato. “didn’t you say you bought strawberries yesterday?”

…you did. and he remembered.

“be right back.” you mumble, already halfway to the kitchen.

when you return, he’s still sitting there patiently with the towel snug around his neck. his legs stretched out now, tapping lightly against the tile. his eyes light up when you hold out the bowl of strawberries. they’re sliced and sugared just how he likes them.

“you spoil me.” he says, taking one and popping it in his mouth.

“you’re sitting in my bathroom looking like an alien. don’t get comfortable.”

still, he feeds you the next one, and he doesn’t even think twice about it. he lifts a slice to your lips like it’s normal. like it’s not killing you from the inside out.

you sit beside him, knees brushing, sharing strawberries. at one point, he leans his head against yours and doesn’t move.

you don’t either.

“you always take care of people like this?” he asks quietly.

you turn to him, nose almost brushing his cheek. “only when they ask nicely.”

his voice drops to a murmur. “then i’ll keep asking.”

your heart flutters like it has no business doing that.

and you, sitting on a cold bathroom floor next to a boy with foil in his hair and sugar on his lips, can’t help but think that you could get used to this.

[opiumwings]

୨୧ how she confesses

pairing - le sserafim x fem!reader

genre - wlw, fluff, idol x idol, headcannons

w.c - 965

CHAEWON 𝜗𝜚 

𝜗𝜚 Despite being the leader, Kim Chaewon is someone who feels deeply but doesn’t always know how to say it. She’s careful with her words and often observes before acting, especially when it comes to her feelings

𝜗𝜚 She starts leaving little signs over time: her scarf draped over your shoulders during a chilly night, a drink waiting for you on stressful days, random texts like “don’t forget to eat” or “i found a song that reminds me of you.” She doesn’t call it love, but it’s in the way she looks at you like she’s memorizing your face

𝜗𝜚 The actual confession happens on a walk through a quiet park, where the city lights blur behind the trees. She hands you a small envelope: handwritten, sealed with a little pressed flower. “I thought I’d mess it up if I tried to say it out loud,” she says with a shy smile.

𝜗𝜚 Inside the letter? A poetic little note: “It turns out, I’ve been writing love songs in my head for weeks about you. Would you let me call you mine?” 

𝜗𝜚 She watches your reaction like her heart’s on the line because it is. 

SAKURA 𝜗𝜚 

𝜗𝜚 Sakura flirts easily, especially online, but when it comes to actual romantic feelings, she panics. You’re her safe place, and that makes it so much harder to risk ruining it.

𝜗𝜚 She’ll do everything but directly confess. She’ll drag you into deep 3AM convos about the meaning of soulmates, send you memes captioned “us” with heart emojis, and buy you oddly specific gifts like your favorite obscure snack from childhood. All of it with a casual, “Thought you’d like it.” 

𝜗𝜚 But one night, she’s sitting next to you after a movie marathon, hoodie sleeves tugged over her hands, and she just sighs. 

𝜗𝜚 “I didn’t mean to fall for you, but I did.” 

𝜗𝜚 Then she immediately gets flustered and hides behind a pillow, voice muffled as she adds: 

𝜗𝜚 “You don’t have to say anything right now, just…don’t laugh, okay?” 

𝜗𝜚 spoiler: you don’t laugh, instead you kiss her cheek and she freezes for five full seconds before quietly going, “...was that a yes?” 

YUNJIN 𝜗𝜚 

𝜗𝜚 Yunjin is brave and full of fire on the outside, but when she loves someone, she becomes unexpectedly gentle, almost hesitant. She expresses love through her art first.

𝜗𝜚 You’ll notice she starts playing songs around that talk about yearning and best friends turning into lovers. She hums lyrics under her breath that sound suspiciously like they’re about you and when you ask her who her newest song is for, she’ll just shrug and say, “No one you know.” 

𝜗𝜚 But then she finally gets tired of dancing around it. 

𝜗𝜚 She invites you to a late-night rooftop hangout: blankets, snacks, and guitar in hand. She plays you a new song, her voice quieter than usual, and at the end of it, she just looks at you and says: 

𝜗𝜚 “It’s about you, always has been. I’m in love with you and I know this could change everything, but I had to try.” 

𝜗𝜚 She waits with a mix of anxiety and stubbornness in her eyes, like she’s ready for anything…except the smile you give her when you say that you feel the same way. 

𝜗𝜚 She melts, literally sinks into the blanket and groans, “I was so sure I’d mess that up.” 

KAZUHA 𝜗𝜚 

𝜗𝜚 Kazuha isn’t someone who needs a lot of words, her actions speak volumes. She’s always watching and always remembering the tiniest things about you. She knows your go-to coffee order, which hoodie you like to steal, and how you scrunch your nose when you’re thinking. 

𝜗𝜚 At first, she thinks her feelings are a passing crush but it lingers…and deepens. 

𝜗𝜚 She starts doing things like walking you home even it’s out of her way, offering you her umbrella with no explanations, and sliding your favorite snack into your bag with a sticky note that just says, “Have a good day :)” 

𝜗𝜚 One night, while you’re watching her practice at the studio, she walks over mid-song and wordlessly pulls you into a slow and soft sway. You think she’s just teasing, until she whispers: 

𝜗𝜚 “Every time I dance lately, it’s like I’m dancing for you.” 

𝜗𝜚 Your heart skips a beat at her words, she’s still holding your hand as she looks down at it and says: 

𝜗𝜚 “I think I’m in love with you.” 

𝜗𝜚 She doesn’t need to say more, you can feel the sincerity in her touch, gaze and how carefully she holds you like you’re something precious 

EUNCHAE 𝜗𝜚 

𝜗𝜚 Eunchae is chaotic, funny, and all over the place until she falls in love. Then, she’s awkward, flustered, and extra, extra obvious. 

𝜗𝜚 She tries to confess at least three times but she messes it up every time. Once she accidentally said “I like your vibe” when she meant “your smile”, there was also the time she gave you a handmade bracelet that spelled out “I 🩷U” and claimed it was a friendship thing, and another time, she nearly did it in front of the rest of the group and had to pretend she was choking on her drink. 

𝜗𝜚 Eventually, she reaches a breaking point. She invites you over under the excuse of helping her bake something. You find cupcakes on the table, each with a letter on them, spelling out: 

𝜗𝜚 W-I-L-L-Y-O-U-B-E-M-I-N-E-? 

𝜗𝜚 She’s hiding in the kitchen, red as a tomato. You call out her name and she peeks around the corner, biting her sleeve. 

𝜗𝜚 “Don’t make me say it…just…please say yes.” 

𝜗𝜚 When you do, she tackles you in a hug so tight that you almost drop a cupcake.

[opiumwings]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Under Her Command

Pairing- Yu Jimin (Karina) x fem reader

Genre- Smut

Word count- 4010

Warnings- 18+ interaction only, dom Jimin, strap use, light restraints, overstimulation, praise kink, obedience dynamics, semi-public sex, power dynamics, workplace setting, NSFW

The office was silent.

The kind of silence that only existed after 10 p.m., when even the cleaning staff had gone home and the city lights outside painted shadows across the glass walls. You were the last one left—well, you thought you were—until your phone buzzed.

J. Yu: My office. Now.

Your stomach flipped.

You stood too quickly from your desk, smoothing down your pencil skirt, trying not to let your mind wander. She had that effect on you—CEO Yu Jimin. Impossibly poised, always in control. Cold, according to the rumors. But not with you. With you, her gaze lingered just a second too long. Her tone softened. Subtle, but enough to set you on edge.

You knocked once before stepping into the sleek penthouse office. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed her silhouette as she stood with her back to you, a glass of scotch in one hand, her suit jacket already off.

“I said now, not ‘after you fix your lipstick.’” Her voice was smooth as velvet, but it cut like glass.

Your breath caught. “Sorry, Ms. Yu.”

She turned, slowly. Her dark hair was swept up in a loose twist, a few strands falling around her face. The silk blouse she wore was unbuttoned just enough to make your mouth dry.

“You know,” she said, stepping forward, “I’ve been watching you. Quiet. Efficient. Smart.” She stopped in front of you, eyes locked on yours. “Too good to stay in the shadows.”

You swallowed. “Thank you.”

Her fingers reached out—just lightly—and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. The touch was brief. Intentional.

“I don’t give compliments for free,” she murmured. “You’ll have to earn it.”

The silence pulsed between you, electric.

Then she leaned in—her lips just grazing the shell of your ear.

“Close the door. Lock it.”

Your hands shook slightly as you reached behind you and did as she said. When you turned back around, Jimin was sitting on the edge of her desk, legs crossed, her blouse parted enough to reveal the lace of her bra.

“I’ve had a long day,” she said, her voice husky. “Make yourself useful.”

Your pulse pounded in your throat.

“Yes, Ms. Yu.”

Your knees felt weak.

There was something in the way she looked at you—like she already owned your body and was just waiting for you to realize it. You took a hesitant step closer, and her gaze raked slowly down your body.

“Take off your blouse,” she said, voice low but sharp.

You blinked. “Here?”

She arched a brow. “Do you see anyone else here?”

You shook your head. Then, slowly, your fingers went to the buttons of your blouse. One by one, you undid them, exposing more skin with each tug. Her eyes never left your hands. When the fabric slipped off your shoulders, Jimin pushed herself off the desk and circled you like a predator deciding how best to devour its prey.

“Bra too.”

You hesitated for just a second. That was all it took—her hand was suddenly at your chin, fingers gripping just firmly enough to make your breath hitch.

“When I give an order,” she said, eyes boring into yours, “I expect obedience.”

“Yes, Ms. Yu.” Your voice came out a whisper.

You reached behind you, unclasped the bra, and let it fall to the floor. Jimin’s eyes darkened. Her hand slipped down your throat—not tight, just resting there. A warning. A promise.

“Good girl.”

The praise went straight to your core. You bit your lip, heat pooling between your legs as she leaned in and finally kissed you—slow at first, exploratory, her lips soft but assertive.

Then it deepened. Her tongue slid past your lips, tasting, claiming. One hand slid into your hair, tugging your head back, exposing your throat as her lips moved down, dragging heat across your skin.

She pushed you gently back until your thighs hit her desk. Papers scattered as she bent you back against the polished surface.

“I’ve thought about this,” she murmured against your collarbone. “How you’d sound begging for me. How wet you’d get with just my voice.”

You whimpered as her hand trailed down your stomach and under your skirt. Her fingers slipped past the waistband of your panties—and found exactly what she expected.

“So fucking wet already,” she growled. “You are a good girl.”

Her fingers found your clit and circled it slowly, lazily. Teasing.

Your back arched, a soft moan escaping your lips before you could catch it.

“I want to hear all of it,” she said. “Every sound. Don’t hold back. You belong to me tonight.”

And with that, she pushed your skirt up higher, pulled your panties to the side, and slipped two fingers inside you—deep and slow.

Your legs trembled. She moved expertly, curling her fingers in just the right spot, while her thumb pressed against your clit, coaxing you closer and closer to the edge.

“You’re going to come for me on this desk,” she whispered against your lips. “And then I’m going to bend you over it and fuck you until you forget your name.”

“Ms. Yu—” you gasped.

“Yes?”

“I— I’m gonna—”

“Then do it,” she purred, thrusting deeper. “Show me how well you break.”

The desk was cold beneath your back, but Jimin’s touch set your skin on fire.

She stood between your legs, the black silk of her blouse falling open more with each movement, but her eyes never strayed from yours. She looked hungry—but controlled. Predatory. Like she could devour you whole but was going to take her time.

You couldn’t move, even if you wanted to.

Not with her fingers already inside you.

She started slow—two fingers pushing deep, curling deliberately against that perfect spot inside you as her thumb stroked slow, torturous circles over your clit. Your thighs shook.

“Keep your eyes on me,” she commanded softly.

You did. Barely. Your chest rose and fell in shallow, desperate breaths. Every nerve felt like it had been wound tight, and Jimin was unraveling you with precision. She watched you like she was memorizing the way you fell apart.

“You like being spread out like this?” she murmured. “Your legs open, dripping all over my fingers? I haven’t even gotten serious yet.”

You whimpered, your hands gripping the edge of the desk, knuckles white.

She leaned down, breath brushing hot across your neck. “Say it. Tell me how much you want it.”

“I—I want it,” you gasped. “Please.”

She smirked against your throat. “Good girl.”

Then she shifted—dropping to her knees, one arm thrown over your thigh to keep it spread wide as she angled her head just right. She didn’t remove her fingers. Instead, her mouth joined the rhythm—her tongue replacing her thumb, licking up the slick heat of your clit before sucking it softly.

The moan that left your throat was raw.

Your hand flew to her hair instinctively, fingers tangling in the sleek strands as your hips rocked forward, but Jimin growled—low and warning—and you froze.

She lifted her mouth only enough to speak, her fingers never once slowing.

“Don’t move unless I tell you to. You’re mine right now. You come when I say, and not a second before.”

You bit your lip hard, trying to hang on, but her tongue resumed its torment—soft flicks, delicate sucks, the pressure changing just when you started to get close, holding you at the edge until tears threatened to sting the corners of your eyes.

“Ms. Yu—” you whimpered, “please—please, I’m—”

“You’re what?”

“I’m—close—please, I need—”

“Then come for me.” Her voice was velvet-wrapped steel. “Right now. I want to feel how tightly you squeeze when you break.”

She curled her fingers just right and sucked hard—and your body exploded.

Your legs shook uncontrollably, a broken cry spilling from your lips as wave after wave of heat pulsed through you. She didn’t stop. Not at first. She worked you through it—her mouth drinking every sound, every shiver, until you collapsed back against the desk, gasping.

Your skin was slick with sweat, chest heaving, your thighs still twitching.

She rose slowly, mouth glistening, fingers still gliding slowly in and out of you with obscene, wet sounds that made you shiver all over again.

“You taste like heaven,” she whispered.

And then she pulled her fingers out and brought them to your lips.

“Open.”

You obeyed without hesitation, tasting yourself as her fingers slipped past your lips.

When she finally kissed you again—slow, deep, and possessive—you knew one thing for certain:

You weren’t leaving this office tonight.

And she wasn’t close to being finished with you.

_____

The aftershocks still rippled through your body—your thighs trembling, breath shallow, lips swollen from her kiss.

Yu Jimin stood in front of you, expression unreadable, but her hands were warm as they moved with surprising tenderness along your waist, smoothing down your sides. She’d always seemed so composed, untouchable. But now… her blouse was wrinkled and half-open, her chest rising just a little faster than usual. The lust was still there, dark and obvious in her eyes, but there was something else.

Her fingers brushed your cheek, slow, careful.

“You did well,” she murmured.

You didn’t mean to move. It just happened.

You reached for her—arms slipping around her shoulders as you pressed yourself to her chest, burying your face into the curve where her neck met her collarbone. The scent of her—clean, expensive, unmistakably her—filled your senses. Soft fabric, warm skin. Her hands froze for a second.

Then she exhaled—deep and rough—her palms finding your lower back, holding you tighter against her.

She groaned.

Not like before. Not the hungry, commanding kind of sound she made when she was in full control.

This was deeper. Rawer.

Her lips brushed the top of your ear as she let out another breath, this time more guttural. “Fuck,” she muttered, her voice husky now. “You have no idea what you do to me when you get like this.”

Your fingers tightened around her.

Her hands slid under your skirt again, but slower this time. Not teasing—just touching. One hand rested on the curve of your ass, the other moving up your spine beneath your blouse, feeling every arch and tremble.

You could feel her breathing harder now, the tension in her body shifting—not frustration, but restraint. She held you like she was barely keeping herself in check.

“I was going to bend you over the desk,” she whispered, her breath tickling your ear, “make you scream my name until your voice cracked.”

You whimpered softly into her neck.

“But then you did this.” She tightened her grip just slightly. “You melted into me.”

She pulled back just enough to look into your eyes. Her gaze was wild—dark lashes lowered, lips parted, pupils blown wide.

“Now all I want,” she said, voice thick with need, “is to hold you down and make love to you until you’re too fucked-out to stand.”

You blinked up at her, dazed, flushed, trembling under her touch.

“Can you take more?” she asked, brushing your hair back behind your ear. “Or do I need to put you on my couch and let you recover before I ruin you again?”

You bit your lip, still wrapped in her arms. Your voice came out soft. Submissive.

“I want more, Ms. Yu.”

Her expression darkened.

“Good girl.”

She lifted you effortlessly, carried you across the office to the leather couch against the window, the city lights glowing behind her like a crown.

And as she laid you down beneath her, lips ghosting over your collarbone and her fingers sliding down to tease you open again, you knew—whatever came next would unravel you even more completely than before.

_____

The leather couch was cool beneath your bare back, but the way Jimin hovered over you made every part of you burn.

She straddled your hips, her silk blouse parted completely now—one side slipping down her shoulder as she stared down at you like you were hers to worship, to own, to destroy if she pleased. Her hair had come loose from its perfect twist, falling around her face in dark, elegant strands. For the first time since you met her, she looked undone.

And you were the reason.

“Look at you,” she murmured, brushing her fingers down your chest, stopping to circle one of your nipples until it hardened under her touch. “Laid out in my office like a perfect little offering.”

You whimpered softly, arching just enough to chase her hand.

Her lips curved. “So eager… so soft.”

She bent down, mouth brushing the sensitive skin beneath your collarbone, her breath hot, lips barely grazing. Then lower, teeth catching your nipple in a soft bite before she soothed it with her tongue. Your hips bucked instinctively against her.

But her hand pressed down on your stomach.

“Don’t move unless I tell you to.” Her voice was rougher now, frayed at the edges. “Let me take care of you.”

You nodded quickly. “Yes, Ms. Yu…”

A groan rumbled from deep in her chest. She kissed down your stomach, slow, claiming every inch with reverence and control, her hands spreading your thighs open once again—this time, with no hesitation.

You were soaked.

“Still dripping for me,” she muttered with a dark grin. “Didn’t even need to touch you again and you’re already a mess.”

She knelt between your thighs, dragging her fingers along your folds, smearing the slick wetness that clung to your skin. Then, slowly—so slowly—she slipped two fingers inside again.

The stretch felt deeper this time. Maybe it was because of the way she leaned forward over you, her free hand gripping your thigh tightly as she thrust into you with deliberate slowness.

You whimpered, eyes fluttering closed.

“Don’t look away,” she said. “I want to see your face when you come.”

You forced your eyes open, meeting hers.

She looked ravenous.

Her thumb returned to your clit, circling slowly—never rushed, never sloppy. Every movement was calculated to bring you higher, deeper, closer. The pace she set was torturously slow, like she wanted to feel every single twitch of your muscles, every moan you tried to suppress.

And when you let out a broken sound, biting your lip hard, her jaw clenched.

“Fuck,” she growled. “You’re so fucking perfect like this.”

Her thumb sped up just slightly.

“You want to come again?”

“Yes—please—please, I need it—”

“Beg for it.”

You couldn’t think. You could only feel.

“Please, Ms. Yu—please let me come—I need it so bad, I—I can’t take it—”

Her fingers curved, pressing right into that devastating spot inside you, and her thumb drew hard, fast circles over your clit.

“Come for me,” she ordered, voice low and fierce. “Be good and come now.”

You shattered.

Your back arched, a cry tearing from your throat as your walls clenched around her fingers, soaking her hand. Jimin groaned—loud this time—watching you fall apart under her touch, her eyes devouring every shake, every gasp, every twitch of your overstimulated body.

She didn’t move for a moment—just kept her fingers inside, letting you ride the waves until your body collapsed back against the cushions, dazed and trembling.

Then, slowly, she withdrew.

She brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean, eyes never leaving yours.

“I’m not done with you,” she whispered, crawling up your body again, her thigh slipping between yours.

“You’re going to take everything I give you tonight. Every inch. Every order. Every moan.”

Her lips hovered just above yours, her breath hot, chest pressing down against yours.

“Because you’re mine.”

The couch groaned beneath your weight as you melted into it—spent, boneless, and dazed.

Yu Jimin loomed over you, sweat glistening on her collarbone, her black blouse fully undone now, clinging to her arms like a second skin. She hadn’t even removed her bra, but her dominance was bare, raw, and undeniable. Your skin was flushed, your thighs sticky with arousal, your breath still ragged from the second orgasm she had wrung from you like a carefully orchestrated symphony.

But Jimin wasn’t done.

Not even close.

“Don’t think that was the main event,” she said, voice low and honey-slick, her hand brushing gently across your chest in contrast to the heat in her eyes. “I haven’t even touched you properly yet.”

You looked up at her with wide, tear-glossed eyes, still trembling.

She smiled darkly, tilting your chin up with her fingers. “You can take more.”

You nodded weakly. “Yes, Ms. Yu…”

The sound that tore from her throat was deep—almost feral.

“Fuck,” she breathed. “Say it again.”

You swallowed. “Yes, Ms. Yu. Please… I want more.”

“Good. Because I need to feel you completely. I need to ruin you thoroughly.”

She rose from the couch, sleek and graceful, her heels clicking softly on the polished floor as she walked to her office closet. You watched through heavy-lidded eyes as she pulled open a discreet drawer and removed a slim, black leather harness and a sleek, dark silicone strap-on that made your breath catch.

Your thighs instinctively squeezed together.

Jimin glanced over her shoulder. “Spread them.”

You obeyed instantly, heart thudding wildly.

She stripped efficiently—skirt dropped to the floor, blouse peeled away—until she stood there in nothing but lace and power. Watching her slip the harness over her hips, tightening the straps with calm precision, was almost too much. The way the strap curved up from her, solid and slick, only made her more intimidating. More irresistible.

When she turned back to you, fully strapped, she looked like sin carved into flesh.

���Get on your knees.”

You slid off the couch shakily and dropped to the floor, the plush carpet soft under your skin. You knelt between her thighs, eye-level with the strap.

She cupped your cheek, her thumb brushing gently across your bottom lip. “You’re so fucking good when you’re obedient.”

You leaned in, placing a kiss on the tip of the silicone toy. Her breath hitched.

“Kiss it again,” she whispered.

You did. Then again. Slowly, sensually, letting your lips trail over the shaft while her fingers sank into your hair, guiding you. She didn’t push—didn’t need to. She had you willingly. Entirely.

“Such a perfect mouth,” she muttered, watching you with a gaze so intense it made your stomach flutter. “But I need it somewhere else now.”

She pulled you up gently by your arms, kissed you deeply—her tongue sliding into your mouth with hunger—and then turned you back toward the couch.

“Hands on the back. Bend over. Don’t move.”

You bent forward, breath catching as the cool leather touched your inner thighs. The couch creaked beneath your palms as you braced yourself.

Behind you, you heard her adjusting the strap. Then—warm hands on your hips. A body pressed against yours.

Jimin leaned in, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“You’re going to take every inch of me,” she whispered. “You’re going to feel this for days.”

She dragged the tip of the strap along your soaked folds, teasing—sliding through your arousal without pushing in. You whimpered.

“Please…” you breathed.

She thrust forward.

Slow. Controlled.

The head of the strap slid inside you, stretching you open, making your knees buckle. Jimin groaned—really groaned, low and rough—like she could feel it through your body, like your tightness drove her wild even without nerve endings.

“Fuck, yes,” she hissed, gripping your hips harder. “That’s it. Take it.”

She pushed in deeper, inch by inch, until she bottomed out. You moaned—long, wanton, completely filled.

She paused there, letting you adjust, hands rubbing up and down your back.

“Still with me?” she asked, voice softer.

You nodded quickly, breathless. “Yes. Yes, Ms. Yu.”

“Good girl.”

She pulled out partway—then thrust back in, deeper, harder. The couch jolted forward slightly. Her rhythm started slow but deliberate—each stroke firm, dragging against every sensitive spot inside you, rocking your body forward against the cushions.

And then—faster.

Harder.

Her hips slammed against your ass, her breathing ragged behind you, her hands gripping your waist like a vice as she took you. Owned you.

Your moans grew louder, more desperate.

“You feel that?” she growled, thrusting deep. “You’re wrapped so fucking tight around me—so wet, soaking my strap like you were made for it.”

“Yes—God, yes—”

“You love being used like this. Bent over my couch. Fucked by your boss.”

“Yes—Ms. Yu—please—”

“Say it. Say who owns you.”

“You do!” you cried out. “You own me—I’m yours—”

Her fingers tangled in your hair, pulling your head back gently as she leaned in again, lips brushing your temple.

“Mine,” she growled. “You’re mine, and I’m going to fuck you until you scream it.”

She shifted her angle, thrusting upward now—grinding the strap against your sweet spot while her hand snaked between your thighs, fingers finding your clit again. You nearly collapsed.

The pressure built fast, sharp, unbearable.

“Come on,” she whispered against your neck. “Give it to me. Let go.”

“I—I—oh God—”

“You can take it. I know you can. Come for me, now.”

And just like that—you shattered again.

Your legs gave out, body shaking violently as your orgasm tore through you, clenching hard around the strap, your cries muffled in the cushions as you screamed her name.

“Jimin—! Oh my God—”

She kept fucking you through it, slower now, grinding into you while you twitched beneath her, completely ruined.

When she finally pulled out, gently, slowly, you collapsed forward into the couch—sweaty, trembling, boneless.

But Jimin didn’t leave you.

She leaned down and gathered you into her arms, pulling your naked, wrecked form into her lap as she sat back against the couch. Her strap still rested between her legs, glistening with your arousal, but she wrapped her arms around you and kissed your forehead.

You buried your face in her shoulder again.

She exhaled.

“Such a good girl,” she murmured, stroking your back.

“Thank you,” you whispered, dazed.

“For what?”

“For… everything.”

Jimin smiled softly against your hair, her dominant edge softened just for a moment. “You’ve only just begun to see what I can give you.”

And you believed her.

_____

The warmth of Yu Jimin’s body cradling you against the back of the couch was unlike anything you’d ever felt—equal parts fortress and fire. Your breath had finally slowed from the wild storm of sensation, but the pounding in your chest kept time with the soft thump of her heartbeat beneath your ear.

Her fingers traced lazy circles along your spine, gentle now, but every touch still electric. You shifted slightly, tilting your head to catch her gaze.

She caught your movement and pulled you closer, voice low and private.

“You’re not just my employee,” she murmured, “or a beautiful distraction.”

You blinked up at her, heart fluttering under the honesty in her words.

“You’re mine.”

The words landed heavy and real, sinking deep into your soul.

You swallowed, fingers threading through the curls at the nape of her neck.

“I’m yours,” you whispered back, voice barely audible but full of conviction.

Jimin smiled—a slow, satisfied curve of lips that made your stomach knot deliciously. She leaned down to kiss you softly, lingering longer than before, as if sealing the promise between you two.

For a moment, there was no rush, no roles to play, no commands to obey. Just the two of you, tangled and breathless, wrapped in a fragile, perfect calm.

But then she pulled back just enough to rest her forehead against yours, eyes dark and serious.

“This isn’t just about pleasure or power,” she said quietly. “It’s about trust.”

Your pulse quickened. Trust was the deepest thing you could give.

“I trust you,” you said simply.

Her fingers curled around your jaw, thumb brushing lightly over your cheek.

“And I’ll never let you fall,” she promised.

You closed your eyes, soaking in the weight of that vow.

Later, as the city lights flickered beyond the office window, you two stayed like that—close, silent, connected.

And in that quiet, you realized you’d crossed a threshold you could never come back from.

You were hers.

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about ✩ meygan —

✩ oh was I never enough? I thought I’m all you wanted, nothing I can do. All I want is you ☾

✩ infj ✩ 18 ✩ asian ✩ bi

✩ ult groups — aespa, le sserafim, ive, newjeans/njz, enhypen, txt, riize, aoa, baby monster, nmixx, bts, i-dle, itzy, illit, triples, twice, lun8, newbeat, nowz, meovv, red velvet, katseye, wayv, seventeen, ateez

✩ biases — karina, chaewon, wonyoung, haerin, jungwon, beomgyu, wonbin, youkyung, ahyeong, sullyoon, taehyung, yuqi, yeji/yuna, minju, nakyoung, sana, takuma, riwoo, yeonwoo, anna, wendy, manon/megan, xiaojun, wonwoo, yunho

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about ✩ sasha —

✩ 제발로 널 내게 줄게 너조차 알지도 못하게 never let you know, yeah, you would never know ☾

✩ enfp ✩ 19 ✩ black ✩ bi

✩ ult groups — red velvet, itzy, le sserafim, twice, tripleS, nmixx, aespa, idle, ateez, enhypen, p1harmony, zerobaseone, txt.

✩ biases — seulgi, yuna, kazuha, mina, ot24, bae, ningning, soyeon, ot8, sunghoon, keeho, ricky, yeonjun.

✩ other artists — flo, renee rapp, sabrina carpenter, madison beer, jo yuri, nocap, nardo wick, the dare, denise julia, kehlani, seori.

✧ writing: fluff ₊⊹ angst ₊⊹ smut ₊⊹ smaus/series

✧ ❝ that pap pop pop inside of me baby hope you will get it automatically cause i don't wanna say it directly ❞

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about ✩ yasmin —

✩ i don't wanna go til everything comes crashing down.

you’re the one i want when everything comes crashing down. ☾

✩ enfp ✩ 18 ✩ blasian ✩ bi

✩ ult groups — aespa, katseye, twice, red velvet, le sserafim, i-dle, njz, nmixx, ateez, p1harmony, stray kids, bts, enhypen, nct, xdinary heroes, txt.

✩ biases — ot4, megan && manon, ot8, ot5, yunjin && kazuha, ot5, minji, ot6, ot8, theo, hyunjin, ot7, ot7, jungwoo, gaon, soobin && beomgyu.

✩ other artists — future, sza, mariah the scientist, billie, ariana, pnd, sailorr, don toliver, kehlani, megan thee stallion, kali uchis, flo, ella mai, tyla, lil baby, playboy carti, the weeknd, dean, j cole, bibi, baekhyun, saay, gsoul, etc.

✧ writing: fluff, angst, smut, && written series

✧ “something about you, i can’t get enough.”

✧ DMS: open to moots <3

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about ✩ jade —

✩ 영원을 바라고 몸 마음 묻어내면 oh, oh. 비로소 우리의 세상이 완벽해 oh ☾

✩ intp ✩ 19 ✩ black ✩ bi

✩ ult groups — aespa, le sserafim, newjeans, itzy, ive, twice, katseye, nmixx, enhypen, ateez, bts, p1harmony, stray kids

✩ biases — winter, yunjin, minji, ryujin, yujin, sana, megan, haewon, sunghoon, hongjoon, v, keeho

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✧ writing: fluff

✧ “We're magnetized, 인정할게”

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about ✩ cloe —

✩ straight for the heart, you never seen a sniper lookin' this cute my favorite part, i get to look you in the eyes when i shoot ☾

✩ infp ✩ 19 ✩ black ✩ bi

✩ ult groups — aespa, xg, triples, bad villain, meovv, itzy, babymonster, vvs, twice, stray kids, bts, ateez, p1harmony, riize, katseye, nmixx

✩ biases — karina, ot7, ot24, chloe young, gawon, ryujin, ruka, ot6 momo

✩ other artists — ariana grande, flo, sabrina carpenter, tate mcrae, kehlani, why don't we, boys world, tyla, sza, megan thee stallion, beyonce, madison beer, justin bieber, no na, citizen queen, chris brown, little mix, say now, chloe, ella mai, mariah the scientist, kiana lede, d4vd, teddy swims, giveon

✧ writing: fluff ⋆ angst ⋆ smut ⋆ smaus/series ✧ “she’s so soft but she’ll ruin you” ✧ DMs: open to moots ✧ tags: #cloe 𝜗𝜚 writes | #opiumwings 𝜗𝜚 cloe | #cloe 𝜗𝜚 smaus | #cloe 𝜗𝜚 thoughts | #cloe 𝜗𝜚 talks | #cloe 𝜗𝜚 responds | cloe 𝜗𝜚 requests | #cloe 𝜗𝜚 recs | #cloe 𝜗𝜚 fics | #cloe 𝜗𝜚 series

[opiumwings]

𝒲ork hard in secret, 아귀가 착착 맞게. 𝓲 planned that, don't be mad

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