#Yunah x reader

[p4ranormaluv]

TAKE A BREAK [BREAK YOU OFF]

pairing) yunah x f!reader

genre) smut

contents) dom!yunah, sub!reader, easily flustered!reader, heavy praise kínķ, orgàsm control, edgíng, súbspace, a hint of perv!yunah, pússy obsessed yunah, orál sèx [duh], very soft degradátion, begging, pet names [pretty girl, gorgeous, baby/doll], yunah likes suffocating between your thighs, clít kisses <3, crying, fingeríng, tríbbińg/scissoríng, squirtíng, aftercare, [not proofread!]

summary) you ask yunah to help you study but yunah is too distracted by your mini skirt and wants to see [taste] what’s underneath

wc) 1.9k

note) that pic of her- MY GOD

requested! 💌

“can we go over this paragraph one more time? i don’t really get it.” you ask, lifting your pencil from your notebook and directing it to the laptop screen.

“sure, pretty.”

yunah assures, and you try not to not get flustered at the nickname she so casually drops without even realizing.

little do you know, yunah does in fact notice the way your eyes don’t know where to look whenever she praises you or uses words of encouragement. she also noticed (the moment she saw you) how short your mini skirt is. honestly, she can’t stop noticing it.

since it’s her third time reading this particular paragraph, yunah finds her eyes able to wander as she recites the material aloud.

the skirt barely even covers your ass while you’re sitting down. if you just leaned forward, yunah could see your panties. and from the front? oh, yunah so wishes you’d just spread your legs a bit more, then she could see the outline of your pussy lips through the thin little panties you always wear.

“yunah? yu!”

“w-what? sorry.” yunah jolts, sitting up straighter as she realizes her head was pointed downward to your lap as she was fantasizing about you.

“i’m sorry, do you wanna stop? i…i can do it by myself if you’re sick of helping me-“

“no! no, baby.” yunah wants to take that flicker of insecurity off of your face right away, hands moving to cup your face and brush her thumbs over your cheeks. “i love helping you, baby doll, hm?”

she presses a lingering kiss to your lips before continuing. “now what do you need, pretty?”

“um, i- i wanted to know what your view was…a-about the paragraph.” you’re clearly flustered, cheeks warm beneath yunah’s fingers and glossy eyes looking up at her as though you’re waiting for what she’ll do next. yunah loves that about you. she loves how easily embarrassed you get and how it comes from an innocent place but can so quickly switch to something filthy. she loves how you squirm under even the smallest amount of praise or affection. even now, just from her assurance and sweetly cooed words, she catches your thighs squeezing together.

and fuck, how she wants to make you wet and dripping between your thighs, have your pussy pulsing to the point you can’t help but press your gorgeous thighs against each other for some relief.

and you recognize it, you recognize how the glint in her eyes change- just for a moment, but you catch it before she covers it up.

“my good little girl, been working so hard, hm?” she literally coos at you, like you’re some child or dog. and maybe some would be offended, but the words go straight to your pussy and give you a tickle in your tummy.

“haven’t you, baby?” yunah tilts her head, smiling at you sweetly.

“mhm,” you respond lamely, but yunah thinks you’re adorable: how you can barely hum out a response, looking down to your lap with pink cheeks and a small smile playing at your lips.

“i think baby doll deserves a break, yeah?”

“mm- yes, please.” you speak softly, feeling yourself fall into subspace.

unconsciously, as you let that fuzzy warm headspace take over your body, your legs sorta melt apart, yunah catching the sight of your pink panties and the wet spot that stains them.

yunah gasps exaggeratedly, and you quickly figure out where her eyes are looking as you hurry to close your legs again, but yunah moves quicker, spreading your legs even farther apart with her hands at your knees. and when she moves to kneel on the floor between your legs, you know she’s not about to let this go.

“y/n~” she sighs out in mock disappointment. “was baby having dirty thoughts?”

“i- m’…” you squirm against the chair as you look down at her, the look in yunah’s eyes seeming to say ‘you’re in trouble’ while also ‘i’m enjoying every bit of this’.

“and while yunnie was just trying to help you study. couldn’t even control yourself then. nasty girl.” she chastises, trying to keep her smirk under control as she gets on to you for the very thing she was doing moments ago.

“m’- m’sorry, yunnie. jus’, it’s just…” you trail off, eyes looking away from her piercing ones. but yunah doesn’t let you get away with it, lifting your chin with an ordered “tell me, pretty.”

“you…” you try to lift your legs to hide behind your knees, but the girl doesn’t allow it, keeping your legs pinned down to the chair with a firm grip. “you can’t talk to me like- like that and…and not expect me to get wet!” you find yourself bursting out like a brat from the embarrassment.

“oh? and now you think you can talk to me like that? look at this, y/n.”

yunah grabs your chin again and directs it downward, moving the ruffle of your mini skirt out of the way so you can see the literal wet mark you’ve left on the shiny wood of the chair.

“you’re gonna be a brat and make a mess with your dripping pussy?”

you make a strangled noise that sounds between a moan and a whine, trying to hide your face by turning to the side and letting your hair drape over it.

“please.” you beg, clit pulsing for yunah’s attention.

and honestly, yunah can’t bare to wait any longer either, but she tries to keep the charade up. even as she’s ripping off your panties with way too much haste for someone who’s supposed to be ‘uneffected’.

“this is a punishment, naughty girl.” yunah says lowly as she lifts your knees over her shoulders. “you’re not allowed to cum.”

right after those devastating words, before you can even beg or complain- she’s diving into your pussy, kissing, sucking and licking your juices up with her tongue.

in other words, she’s making out with your pussy, which she knows sends you to an orgasm rather quickly every time.

she’s not going easy on you.

“hah, yunah, please. please, slow down.”

you’re not even sure if yunah hears you amidst all of her slurping and happy little sighs, gasps of breath before she buries her face and nose between your legs again. her hands almost claw into your thighs as she squishes the flesh and presses them against her head.

you take a chance and squeeze your thighs around her head, yunah immediately responding with a loud moan that vibrates against your core, so close yet so far from your clit.

“please, yunnie, my clit. please, please, please.”

“you-“ yunah emerges panting, taking a moment to attempt catching her breath before continuing. “you show up in this slutty excuse of a skirt, rub your needy little pussy on my chair, and then think you can make requests? you’ll take what i give you.”

“oh, god,” you tremble as yunah ducks underneath your skirt again, and she’s right. the fabric can hardly cover her head, nevertheless your pussy.

your legs start to shake with need, and when she slips her tongue inside your hole and purposely avoids bumping your clit with her nose like she normally does, you lose the ability to stay quiet.

“fuck, yunah, please! i’m sorry, but- i-, i’ll take anything, baby. please.”

and to your horror, yunah pulls her tongue out of you to take her long pretty fingers and spread your lips open, looking at your pulsing little button before pressing feather light kisses to it.

and you want to cry, you might actually will if she keeps going.

“m’no! more, more, more!”

you’re definitely acting like a brat now, but yunah can’t seem to care. she’s getting lost in your warm, drooly pussy: your juices covering her face, the wetness between her fingers, the taste and thrumming heartbeat of your clit against her lips.

despite her previous threats, yunah finds herself pressing longer and longer kisses to your clit, until she’s opening her mouth and tonguing it, humming and whining and flicking as she feels more wetness gush out of your hole and onto her chin.

she doesn’t want to miss out, so she uses your slick as lubricant to press two fingers inside you, feeling your pussy immediately squeeze around her.

“you’re so fucking sexy.” yunah breathes against your pussy, sucking on your clit and slowly pulling off of it before encasing it into her warm mouth again.

you’re literally crying at this point, tears trickling down your face and moans sounding more like pitiful, high pitched whines.

“please, can’t! cum, please? cum?”

“not yet, doll. jus’ a little more.”

you whimper, head falling back against the chair as you squeeze your eyes shut, causing more tears to fall. but you otherwise don’t complain, and yunah quickens her fingers as a reward (which kinda feels like another punishment, because it makes not cumming ten times harder).

“good girl, my good girl. god, i love you, baby.”

you make a noise that yunah swears sounds like you’re about to pass out, and she knows she needs to go easy on you now, give you what you need.

“yunaah,”

“i know, gorgeous. i know.” yunah comforts, pulling her mouth off of you and fingers out as she stands, removing her bottoms quickly and moving to sit on the chair with you, taking hold of your legs again to tilt your pelvis at the perfect angle.

“just wait for me, baby. okay? just wait for me.” yunah heaves breathlessly as she starts grinding her pussy desperately against yours. she came close to cumming untouched just from eating you out, so it doesn’t take her long to get there.

“wanna cum with my girl, yeah? can you do that? squirt all over my pussy?”

“yes, yes, yes, please, yunah!” you practically scream, rubbing and humping your cores against each other as your sanity practically slips away from you.

“cum for me.” is all yunah can get out before you’re both reaching your climaxes hard. and you do exactly as yunah says, gushing out of your pussy and drenching yunah’s cunt in your own cum.

yunah’s thighs are still shaking as she’s not even entirely through with her climax, but she practically falls to the floor to drink up your juices, until you’ve stopped and there’s nothing left.

once the white behind your eyeballs goes away and you’re able to see again, you find yourself being laid down on the bed by yunah, who once she realized you’d passed out, carried you all the way to her bedroom.

“hey, gorgeous girl.” yunah smiles, still a little fucked out and exhausted, but in such a good way. “do you feel okay?”

“yeah,” you whisper as yunah collapses onto the bed beside you, cuddling you up against her chest. “you okay, yunnie?”

“more than okay, baby.” she promises, rubbing her nose into your sweet smelling hair.

“we’ll clean up n’ take a shower, okay? just- i just need a little bit, don’t think i can walk right now.”

“you can’t walk?” you laugh in disbelief, tilting your head to look at her. “you literally fucked the soul out of me and you’re the one who can’t walk?”

“don’t test me.” yunah warns playfully. “i can’t control myself around you, you’re irresistible. especially in a mini skirt.”

note: yeah…this one…idk if u can tell but, i got into my feels writing this

[chaescx]

Cooking with Illit (🎀)

Pairing: Illit x 6th member reader

Note: fluff, Maknae reader

YUNAH

— Protective mom

— Would help you do things like chopping onions, bell peppers basically anything just to avoid you getting cuts.

— Feeds you food to taste it in the process of cooking.

— Pats your head or praises you for everything you do

—

“Ahhh” you screamed and held your finger pouting as you stared at the blood dripping from it.

Yunah’s head immediately shot up at your scream.

She dropped whatever she was doing and rushed towards you, concern written all over her face.

“YN-nie is everything all right?” She asked making her way towards you but stopped as soon as she saw your bleeding finger.

“Oh my…you’re bleeding” she said and grabbed a wet tissue using it to wipe the blood away.

She treated your wound gently and softly but still whines and groans were heard. She was mumbling soothing words to you just to calm you down.

After treating your wound she rapped it with a bandage and held your hands to lead you to the kitchen island setting you down on the seat.

She went back to cooking but was occasionally checking up on you or glancing at you. She’d also come to give you a taste of the food patting your head softly.

MINJU

— Jokes everywhere

— Will make a Tik tok video with you using memes sound

— Takes a selfies every minute

—

“Ah YN let’s do this Tik tok!”, “let’s film another one”, “let’s do this one pretty please” minju would sing in your ears.

“I don’t know which one to upload.” She said placing a hand on her hips while her free hand was under her jaw imitating a thinking manner.

“Umm why don’t you just upload everything?” You suggested shrugging your shoulders as you stared up at her.

Minju snapped her fingers. “You’re such a genius child” she pats your head pressing the upload button on all the drafts.

“YN pose!” She said as she also posed. The timer ended and the lights flashed meaning the photo had already been taken.

Everything you and minju did she never forgot to take a photo.

MOKA

— By far a better cook than you

— Supportive mom

— Takes adorable picture of you.

—

“Unnie let’s make sushi!” You exclaimed after a while of you and moka thinking of what to cook.

“Sushi? Sure why not” she replied getting all the ingredients and equipments needed.

After the rice had boiled moka placed it on the seaweed sheet which was on top of the bamboo Mat.

You stopped her before she could roll it. “Ah Unnie can I please roll it?” You pleased your hands clasped together as you gave her adorable puppy eyes.

“Uh sure” she responded moving out of the way and letting you roll the sushi.

Moka brought out her phone to take photos and videos of you. “Good job (Y/N) you’re doing great!” She would shower you with praises for every single thing you achieved.

“You look so adorable” she complimented you for the 100th time.

WONHEE

— Clumsy Unnie

— sometimes burns the food

— Panics if she does something wrong

—

Wonhee was busy talking to the camera while you were at the back.

You smelt something strange causing you to sniff the air. “Oh my, I think something is burning…” you mumbled to yourself.

Moving closer to Wonhee you tugged her clothe lightly. “Unnie I think something is burning” you said nervously causing her to realize and jumped always from the camera.

She panicked as she stared at the now burnt pancakes on the frying pan.

“Oh my God what do I do..” she bit her nails thinking to herself.

IROHA

— waits quietly for you to give her the food and the recipe

— Would cook her favorite dishes for you if there’s nothing to cook

— Adores you to death

—

“Unnie I’m so hungryyy but I don’t know what to cook” you pouted holding onto her arm.

“How about tiramisu?” She suggested.

“Tiramisu?” You repeated tilting your head to the side in confusion which only added to your cuteness.

“Yeah tiramisu the dessert” iroha said hoping you’d remember.

“Ohhhh… tiramisu cake” you sang doing your little dance.

Iroha giggled and used the both of her hands to squish your cheeks. “Yes tiramisu cake”.

After you made the tiramisu cake iroha gave you the first bite to taste.

You nodded and hummed in satisfaction. “Hmmm delicious”.

Iroha found you cute the way you stuffed all the cake into your mouth and decided to take a picture of this cute moment. Using this emoji “🤏🏻” near your cheeks.

[bellaaae]

Yn getting shocked at her maknae position [789k views]

Mention of former pre-debut member youngseo

Before ill’it….

Yunah:I think I’ll be the maknae I mean 19 is actually a young age

Minju:For me maknae because 19 is actually pretty young

Moka:maybe maknae since I’m born in 2004 and there might be older contestants.

Youngseo:I’m an 05’ liner so maknae or maybe the second youngest

Wonhee:Maknae…Why? Uhh 16 is a actually a young age

Iroha:I feel maknae because some Maknaes of K-pop groups are born in 2008.

Meanwhile yn

“Umm I think I’ll be the unnie of the group” Yn said smiling.

“It’s because I think there are going to be really young contestants,well I am young myself but it won’t be a shock if I see someone born in 2012” Yn explained laughing.

Final line-up

[The members meeting each other]

They were sitting in a circle.Yn was sitting between Iroha and wonhee.

“Well I’ll go first my name is Yunah and I’m currently 19 going on 20,be sure to be free with me” she introduced with a smile.

“I’ll go second my name is Minju im currently 19,I may look angry but I promise you I’m nice” Minju introduced with a smile.

“Are you an 04’ liner?” Yunah asked Minju to which she nodded.

“Ooo a same year friend” Yunah exclaimed clapping her hands.

“I’ll go next my name is moka and I’m also 19 adding to the 04’ line of the group” she introduced with a cute smile.

“Are you Korean?” Wonhee asked tilting her head….

“No im from Japan” moka responded.

“Ah! I’m also from Japan!” Iroha said and her and moka looked at each other smiling.

“Next my name is youngseo born in 2005 meaning I’m 18” the next person introduced.

“2005?!” Yunah was the first to exclaim.

“Well i thought I was going to be the maknae but i guess I can’t since you’re a year younger” Minju said.

“Same” moka and Yunah agreed.

“I’m the next my name is Wonhee,I’m 16yrs old going on 17” she introduced smiling brightly.

“I knew I’d find someone younger than me!” Youngseo spoke snapping her fingers.

“Woah you’re 3yrs younger than me!” Minju exclaimed widening her eyes.

“I’m next my name is Iroha and I’m also Japanese currently 15 born in 2008” she introduced shyly.

Your eyes widened as the second to the last person was even older than you.

“Oo another Japanese!” Moka exclaimed.

“I’m 4yrs older I’m staring to feel old” Minju said and they all laughed.

They’re all older than you and you’re the last person.

“I guess I’m last…My name is Hong Yn and I’m 13yrs old born in 2010” you said with a wide smile.

“A 10’ liner!!” Yunah exclaimed.

“Now I do feel old…I’m SIX YEARS OLDER THAN YOU!!” Minju exclaimed.

They all looked at you shocked making you nervous.

“I thought I was going to be the maknae but I’m actually the eldest” Yunah said amazed.

“She’s so cute! She fits maknae vibes so well” wonhee cooed making you blush.

Although it was a common thing you’ve heard hearing it from your new members mouths made you blush.

“Ahhh!” Moka squished your cheeks.

“They’re so chubby and cute” moka said looking at you.

“Tell me I’m not the only one who thought they were going to be the maknae?” Yunah asked.

“Nah I think we all thought that” they responded.

“Well yn we’ll all have to look out for you a lot” Youngseo said looking at you.

“You still go to school right?” Yunah asked and you nodded.

The video ended with them having a conversation and getting to know each other.

✰𝐈𝐋𝐋’𝐈𝐓

[iisocore]

she’s so fine i wanna suck her dick while she’s driving 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[wonijin]

HOTSHOT (R U NEXT/READER)

survival shows are hard as it is. why must you make it more complicated for yourself and entangle intense feelings with vulnerable emotions. but it wasn't your fault, they fell prey to you one by one, all by themselves. maybe you weren't the fool in this mess after all.

TAGS: 3.3k words. series. chapter one. mostly fluff and angst with a little spiciness. reader is very gay and get girls left and right. "everybody falls for y/n" type of fic. reader is also a walking red flag.

WARNINGS: the setting is a survival show so its bound to have kinda depressing themes.

“when will we have female idols as special coaches. i’ll be so motivated if somebody like newjeans minji coaches me,” you voiced as you plop down at the staircase.

the trainees assume their places at the foot of the staircase forming three rows. it was only a matter of time until you get called one by one to come through the orange curtain and pick; vocal or dance.

you sit between jiwoo and jeemin. the latter intertwining your arms, as she lights the room up with her smile. both of them looking at you as you confess your wishful thoughts.

“why would you want someone pretty when you already have me,” jiwoo asks, sending her sharp gaze to you. she raise an eyebrow and you look away, swallowing your saliva.

these kinds of comments from her were nothing new. you should’ve been used to it by now but you find yourself loss for words each time. she’s always been the type to blurt out these kind of comments without thinking of the implication. maybe she does and she just fakes innocence to not deal with the consequences.

before you could rack your malfunctioning brain for a verbal reply, jeemin saved you the trouble and changed the topic. “what will you guys pick? i’m leaning towards dance.”

“you’ll do great in dance. for me, i’m gonna be safe and pick vocal,” jiwoo answered. “what about you?” she added, looping her arms around yours. the sudden proximity would’ve been fine any other time but her remark earlier kept you on your toes.

“me? i don’t really have much of a choice, you know,” you say, pointing to your grey badge with a huge silver “L”. low levels don’t get to choose, they only get the higher level trainees’ leftovers. cruel but you were confident in your abilities to stay afloat whichever category landed at your feet.

“you’re so dramatic. there’s only two options, im sure you’ll get to choose,” jiwoo reassures you after giggling at your antics.

“choose dance so we can be on the same team,” jeemin clutch your arms tighter and starts to shake it lightly as if it would persuade you.

“or i could end up competing against you. no, thank you,” you pull your away from her grasp only to reconnect your hands together.

jeemin pouts in return and your stomach clench looking at her. somewhere deep inside you had the urge to kiss it away. which you find weird because why would you want to kiss your friend. yes, she’s cute. but why would you want to do that. friends don’t do that.

before you get swallowed by your thoughts you hear jeemin’s name get called. it was time for her to choose. she gave your hand one last squeeze before bidding both you and jiwoo good lucks and good byes.

“choose vocals,” jiwoo whispers next to you after a few seconds.

jiwoo is always the type to be assertive but never aggressive. she’ll always be commanding but leave just enough room for you to pull away if you want to. but you don’t think you ever will. you like that side of her. and its son jiwoo, only fools dare to refuse her.

“i don’t know, maybe,” you whisper back playfully, keeping your head faced forward while you still feel jiwoo’s gaze on the side of your head.

jiwoo scooches closer and nudges her head onto your shoulder. to the untrained eye, it must’ve looked like jiwoo’s just clinging onto you. well, its technically right but something in you screams that its not just simple ‘clinginess’. “come on. wouldn’t you like to be teams with me? it’ll be fun.”

you would’ve answered. although, you didn’t know what but you would’ve blurted out. but before you could open your mouth, jiwoo’s name echoed throughout the lobby. saved by the bell, again.

“well, i’ll see you on the same team,” she flashes a smile before walking away.

waiting patiently for your turn, you chat idly with the other trainees to pass the time.

you pull the orange curtain back to reveal the girls in lines. jeemin’s eyes caught yours and give her a smile. the girl in front of her, jihyun, noticed the interaction and waved. you mimicked before walking toward the board containing different stickers. two for dance and vocal each. one of the two vocal badges was for a leader position.

you look behind you to see who’re the other leaders. almost immediately, your scanning gaze locked onto jiwoo’s, as if she was waiting for you to turn around just so she can meet your eyes.

the eye contact lasted for a split second before you turned around and grab the vocal position. the normal one, without the leader position.

jiwoo stands in front with yunah and jeongeun next to her. on her farthest left is yewon, another leader.

you stand in a line together with the other trainees who chose the same category as you, waiting for your name to get called by either of the two. beside you is wonhee and seoyeon. suddenly, anxiousness plagues your insides as you realize you’d be either in the same team as them or end up competing against them.

“so, jiwoo its your turn to pick next. who will it be?”

your eyes avoided jiwoo. you were afraid that desperation would be seen as plain as day on your face and holding eye contact with her would solidify that.

so you turn your attention to the person in front of you. which happened to be minju. her face morphs into confusion at your sudden focus in her. you only smile and minju furrows her eyes in turn. the action only made your smile wider, ‘how cute’.

“y/n.”

jiwoo’s voice broke both you and minju out of your trance. and it took you a second to understand that jiwoo wants you on her team. you look back at jiwoo to meet her unreadable face, her gaze going from minju to you.

“you looked worried there for a second,” yunah teases you as soon as you joined her and jeongeun, putting her arm around your shoulder comfortably.

“as if we’d pass up the chance to be with you,” she adds as she pinches your cheeks with her free hand.

“although, it looked to me you wanted to be with minju more” jeongeun added, joining in and putting her arms around you as well. while her other arm punches your stomach lightly.

“shut up,” you say, laughing at their teasing.

it has been a few days since practice started and your group has been going through some hiccups. well, its mostly yunah.

“yunah, you can tell me whats wrong. im here for you,” jiwoo’s words were nothing but soft and comforting. you were about to reach your friend when jiwoo’s eyes flicker to yours. ‘i’ll handle this.’

jeongeun and wonhee had already moved out to their own corner to continue practicing. you refused to leave yunah alone but jiwoo’s hard stare says all you need to know.

let the leader do her thing.

so, you distance yourself from the pair and roam your eyes around the practice room to look for something to do. you could use the time to practice, yes. but you’re sure that you would bury yourself six feet under the ground if you hear the song one more time.

the empty water dispenser gleamed at your search, the perfect opportunity to do something different. you walked towards it, detached the empty gallon and put it over your shoulder.

you left the practice room, heading to the cafeteria where they store the refills.

that is when hyewon saw your silhoutte from outside their practice room and called out your name. “y/n! what are you doing?”

“im getting refills,” you enter their practice room with ease, “bang!” blaring through the speakers yet nobody was really practicing. they were all doing their own thing, scattered across the vast room.

“great timing!” hyewon exclaims as she walks towards their own water dispenser. just like the one in your practice room, it was empty of any water.

“here! fill ours too,” she smiles at you brightly, her eyes twinkling in mischief. suddenly, her soft hands grips yours, the thin veil of sweat clinging on to you. she opens your palms and put the neck of the gallon there.

“what? no! you fill it up! its yours!” you exclaims as you take her hands and forcefully shove the gallon back in her grasps.

“come on. do me a little favor, won’t y-”

a cough intervenes hyewon’s pleading and forceful words. you turn around to see youngseo, who’s already boring her fiery eyes through your soul. then, her eyes travels to you and hyewon’s intertwined hands.

just like opposite magnets, both of you retreated your hands quickly causing the gallon to fall into the floor with a thud. you and hyewon both wince at the sound but youngseo however did not flinch.

instead, her gaze remained hot towards you. “i’ll be coming with you,” she says softly with her underlying firmness. her voice was always like that, sweet and subtly strong.

how you missed it. when was the last time she addressed you directly again?

“you don’t have to, i’ll be fine alone,” you convince her. it has been a long time since you both spoke to each other. truthfully, you weren’t ready to face her yet. its been too long and you have forgotten what being around her is like.

“no. i want to,” her firmness surfaced through her small voice. you decide that its really not up for debate. when youngseo has made up her mind, it’ll be hard to break her resolve. what youngseo wants, youngseo gets.

maybe remembering the feelibg of her company isn’t bad at all.

you watch as she picks up the gallon from the floor and head towards the door, you follow her until you were both walking in the hallway, side by side.

youngseo didn’t talk. as much as you wanted for her to say something, you knew she wouldn’t open her mouth unless it was to reply to something you said. or so you thought.

“how’s practice coming along?” her question puts an end to your thoughts. if you weren’t surprised by her accompanying you before, you were now that she was actually speaking to you.

“we’re…” you paused, thinking of the right words. choosing the right words carefully, you didn’t want to come across as overconfident. “we’re moving along, i guess”

you see her nod lightly in you peripheral vision. your eyes find the floor. there was so much you both needed to talk about. yet you were talking about practice.

“im happy you chose the vocal team. the world needs to hear your voice more,” youngseo’s voice flew like water against the air, natural and unwavering.

you snapped your head towards her and she turn hers just in time to catch the surprise look in yours, like she knew you were going to look at her.

it was the first time you’ve actually held eye contact after a long time. you drink in the familiarity you’ve lost and among it are a thousand words you can’t decipher. something flicker in her face before she breaks the stare.

“yeah, i just feel like i’ve been branding myself too much to dance lately,” you say, knowing it would end the conversation. a test to see if youngseo will surprise you again and start a new one.

but she didn’t. and the whole walk continued in awkward silence. so many unsaid words hanging in the air, the burden getting heavier each step closer to her practice room.

‘look, how about we just forget everything and start over?’

'we both know it won't work'

the past looms over both of you like dark shadows and you both know it. yet, youngseo did make any move to open the skeleton in your shared closet.

'let's talk, youngseo. you can’t keep ignoring me forever’

‘im sorry, i just need more time’

she’s ignoring it so why shouldn’t you. if someone’s going to peel the scab, it wouldn’t be you. you already did your part. a long time ago.

'i need space.'

‘you already got your space, youngseo. what about me? it's been months. if you've found peace then let me find mine!'

before you knew it, the door to her practice room is in sight. a part of you felt relieved to finally be free from her presence, while another part was longing to be with her a little longer.

youngseo stands beside it, holding the doorknob with one hand. she smiles at you sweetly. then waves at you lightly, “i’ll see you soon! good luck on your practice!”

the thoughts come pouring in as the door shuts in front of you. she was gone like she had never been there. you would’ve wondered if the last few moments were real if it weren’t for her voice replaying vividly on your mind. just like a melody you can’t get enough of.

just like that, you find yourself getting stuck in her web. again.

the following days went by quickly. but youngseo never once left your mind. you know you shouldn’t think much of her actions, youngseo’s too unpredictable.

after everything, why now?

“are you even paying attention?” jeemin’s whines mixed with the song blasting through the speakers.

it was late into the night and you decided to stay back with the tall girl to help polish her moves. you thought her moves were perfect the first time she showed it to you. and by the nth time, your mind can’t help but drift.

jeemin couldn’t believe it when you agreed after all the stage is coming up soon, there’s no time to loiter around. but she didn't have to know that you can never refuse her.

“are you okay? we can go home if you’re tired.” jeemin’s offer sounded sweet, she’s as nice as ever. but you witness the fire burning in her eyes, begging for her passion to translate into her performance. you knew it will never be extinguished completely, she was born to be a performer. so you let it burn you a little more.

“im fine, don’t worry about me and carry on,” you gesture for her to continue. and she restarts the song all over again. this time, you poured her all of your attention.

it was a wonder how your mind sailed before when jeemin is tight in front of you. her performance was impeccable as ever, the hard work and talent prominent in every sway and stroke.

“you’re off to space again,” jeemin narrows her eyes down at you playfully. her raspy voice was a blessing and her smile was godsend. an angel looks down at you.

“i wasn’t this time! i swear! i was just mesmerized.” your hands flew up in defense as you stand up to join her in front of the mirror.

“stop lying!” she smacks your arm lightly, her laugh gracing the whole room. you were glad nobody else was in the room, it made the privilege of making her laugh sweeter.

“fine then. if you were actually paying attention, at least give me some feedback.” your heart leaped at the sight of her crossing her arms.

“you were perfect!” jeemin let out a big sigh. as much as jeemin likes being praised, she needs actual feedback. something she can work with for these next few days leading to the stage.

“give me something more specific,” jeemin rolls her eyes lightly. but even then her cheeks stay up and her smile never faltered.

“well,” you think for a bit. “i liked how you start of the song. it really set the mood for the song.”

in front of you, jeemin’s pink turn a bright shade of pink.

“i think you also killed the omona part. you’re naturally cute so plus points for that. and then this move,” you didn’t know the name of the move so you demonstrate it to her.

jeemin bursts out laughing at your attempt. your awkward movements reflecting wholly through the mirror and you follow after jeemin, throwing your head back. “stop laughing, im not that bad.”

but jeemin continued giggling and so did you. the joyful sounds filling the entire space and drowning the faint sounds of the speakers.

you calm down after a few seconds but one look from each other sent you both into another spiral again. soon, both of you were lying on the floor, clutching your stomachs.

“ah- my stomach hurts from laughing so much.” jeemin blurts out between breaths and gasps.

“who said we’re done yet? you just made fun of my dancing.” you hands flew to her sides before she can fully comprehend what you said. another round of laughter echoes throughout the room as you tickle jeemin mercilessly.

somehow, she managed to get free from your grasp and now a tall baby is chasing you around the practice room.

jeemin catches your arm and pulled you to her, lightly but it was enough for your bodies to collide. she uses the momentum to turn your back to the wall, effectively locking you.

“got you,” she smiles brightly at you, a thousand watts on her lips.

the laughter comes to a gradual halt as silence blankets the both of you. her grin turns into a soft smile and her eyes felt endearing against yours. you couldn’t look at her in anything but adoration.

you anticipated it would happen. in fact, you hoped for it. but it still caught you by surprise when her lips press against yours. soft and gentle just like everything about her.

you wanted to press harder, for it to last longer. but you were already living in a dream and a second longer would be asking for too much.

jeemin pulls away in haste. you would’ve dived in for one more if you hadn't seen the panic flashing across her features. she blinks once, twice until the haze in her eyes clears.

she remained stiff for a moment. she looks up at you and the look of regret she gives you haunt you even after weeks.

“im sorry, i shouldn’t have,” she whispers, pupils still blown wide.

reassurance was a the tip of your tongue but you held back. but what were you going to say? that its fine and to just forget it ever happened?

immediately your mind reverts back to youngseo for a split second. it didn’t turn out well when you said that to her so what good would it do to say it to jeemin?

jeemin looks at your face, trying to make sense of your incomprehensible expression just to take a peak at your thoughts.

but each moment felt eternity to jeemin. and trepidation sets in her veins deeper and deeper until it roots and sprouts into anxiety. all while you weren’t aware of the consequences your silence had brought to her.

“jeemin-”

before you can finish, she was already out of door. from the practice room, you hear the echo of her dashing footsteps. as it died down, you were left wondering if you just let history repeat itself.

another friendship broken in the name of fleeting romance. but will this time be worth it?

[prael]

Punishment

Kinktember Day 22: Overstimulation

ILLIT Moka x ILLIT Yunah

words: 5,027 Kinktember Masterlist

Yunah has learned to love sleep, and not just in the way that any person claims that they love sleep. She cherishes it. Adores it. Yunah hates it when it’s disturbed.

No one knows that better than Moka. So when Moka lies in her bed late at night, when the dorm is dark and quiet, and she slowly slips her hand down her shorts, she knows the risks.

Maybe it's the risk that really gets her going; knowing that just a few feet away, her best friend is curled up on her side, so innocent and unaware. Moka does her best to hold her breath and keep still, but it's difficult as she fingers her dripping core, wetting her finger in her pussy and smearing her lips with it. Her thumb plays with the pink bud of her clit, and her middle finger prods at her entrance.

God, does she feel hot. Too hot for the sheets she sleeps in, but she throws her head back as quietly as she can into her pillows, staring at her ceiling, blinking through her fringe while she presses her fingers inside herself, clenching her legs.

She usually thinks about things while masturbating, and it could be anything. From her latest crush to remembering a recent porn video she watched. She tried actually to watch porn in here, a few times, but with no sound, it doesn't feel the same. Putting in earphones runs a level of risk too. Moka can't hear how loud she's being and that tends to wake Yunah up.

Just thinking about previous slip-ups makes her turn red, remembering those first few nights after moving into this dorm and jerking her clit mindlessly with the images on her laptop screen burning in front of her face. Her slick ran freely and her body felt heated, and right before the climax the soft gasp from the girl across the room caught her ear.

The embarrassment and the shame that struck her right to her core were almost unbearable.

Moka shakes her head, trying to drive the thought out of her mind. Yunah isn't awake, she can tell that her friend is asleep by her breathing. 'Just... get on with it,' she tells herself, 'Focus.'

As her thumb works circles on her swollen nub, two of her fingers curl inside her hole and rub against her sensitive front wall. She arches her back up off the bed, which gives her more room to move her fingers, and it comes as a relief. The subtle wet sounds of her juices are not very loud, but when the dorm is silent like this, her senses all feel as if they are heightened.

Her pussy has grown much hotter now, her fingers plunging in faster, but she can't find a pattern that keeps her wet sounds at bay and still fucks her cunt in the way she wants to. She's growing frustrated and hornier, the springs in her mattress start to whine as her hips can't help but meet her fingers.

She clamps her hand over her mouth and thinks to herself, 'Just a little longer, I'm nearly there.' Moka's juices flow and leak, she's desperate to cum, and her entire lower half feels aflame. As she rubs the outside, her fingers on the inside touch the spot that she really wants, the orgasm she wants growing in her loins. Her eyebrows furrow and she grinds her palm against herself, pressing and holding her fingers in just the right spot inside. She lifts her ass and drives herself closer to release, desperate to cum all over her hand and to cover it with her mess.

Her head jolts back, she can't stop it. She takes her hand from her mouth into a fist and drives it into the mattress. Her body convulses, but at the peak of her release, in the second her mouth is left free, a muffled noise is torn from her throat. Her chest heaves up and her nipples ache. As her pussy gushes her juices over her hand, her stomach feels tense and sore. Her spasms wrack her body and her muscles strain, it feels as if it goes on forever. But finally, her hips collapse and fall. The orgasm has ended and her breath is shallow.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Yunah's voice rips through the silence.

Moka throws herself onto her side, facing the wall and away from Yunah, pulling the duvet up over herself. She closes her eyes and stays silent as if that could erase everything.

"Moka!" She hisses. "I asked you a question. Don't dare just pretend to be asleep after you wake me up."

Moka bites her tongue and prays to pass out right then and there. She hates this, she curses it. Why does Yunah have to overreact to everything? They both do this, right? So why does it matter?

"I know what you were doing, and it's disgusting. I'm sleeping right over there and all you could think to do is play with yourself?"

It's not like Moka can help it—the need in her body or the thoughts in her head. The ones of hot girls and the way they make her feel. And god, why does Yunah look fucking pretty every night? With her long legs, and her smooth skin. And why does she always insist on walking around and sleeping in only her underwear? Moka convinces herself it's as much Yunah's fault as her own.

"Are you even listening to me?"

When Moka doesn't reply, Yunah scrambles across to Moka's bed and yanks the blanket back. Moka is balled up on her side, knees tucked and arms clutched close. Yunah can see the mess she made, painting the back of her shorts.

"Gross. All because you can't go a night without masturbating. Honestly, you need help."

"Leave me alone," Moka mumbles. Her face feels hot, and her clothes have her damp and sticky. She just wants to wipe herself up and try to go to sleep.

"You're too loud, do you have any idea? Do you know how annoying it is to have to lay there and hear you?"

"I'm sorry... I won't do it again."

"You said that the last time, and the time before. You say it every time, yet you still do it. What? Does it get you off? Does getting caught turn you on? I mean I always assumed you were just gross, but maybe I never imagined how sick you actually are. You could just do it in the bathroom or when you're alone like I do, but no, it's always when I'm here."

While she's shouting, Yunah climbs onto the bed, until she's hovering over Moka. Moka refuses to look back, even when she knows that Yunah is looming and angry above her.

"Look at me, Moka."

It takes effort, it really does, to turn around and face her roommate, but she forces herself. Yunah's long, brown hair is loose and dishevelled, hanging around her cute face. Her normally soft features look hardened, especially with the serious gaze in her eyes, and the fire and determination she has. She reaches over to Moka's face and brushes her messy bangs out of her eyes. The gentle movement catches Moka by surprise and her chest clenches.

"Listen, I think I get it," Yunah starts. "Honestly, it's kind of pitiful. If you need me you can just ask."

"W—What?"

"It's the only explanation. You like doing it when I'm here don't you? I can see it in your eyes, the way you're looking at me now. If it means you'll stop waking me up, let me help you." Yunah's words are direct, to the point, they make Moka's blood freeze. Is she really suggesting this?

Yunah pushes Moka further back on her bed and Moka allows it to happen, curious about what her roommate has planned. 

Her hand reaches in between Moka's legs. Her index finger traces her wet entrance through the fabric, the sensation draws a shudder out of Moka's small body. Yunah slides a hand under Moka's waistband and between her thighs, cupping her groin in her hand.

"I knew it. Look at you. You don't want me to stop."

"Yunah. I don't think..." Moka's voice is hushed. She has to hold herself from jolting her hips against her fingers. "We shouldn't..."

Her breath hitches when Yunah runs a single finger through her folds, smirking with her eyes fixed on the younger girl. Her sticky cum soaks her finger. Moka tenses her hips as the finger separates her lips. Yunah whispers menacingly, "If you're going to make me listen to this shit in the middle of the night then I think I deserve some fun too."

As Moka starts to think this might be the sweetest type of revenge ever, Yunah slides one finger into the heat of Moka's arousal. Moka's stomach tightens, and as Yunah's fingertip slides deep and effortlessly into the opening, she can feel her walls envelop her digit. She sighs as the pleasure starts to build.

Then a second finger follows the first, and Yunah gently rotates her hand, fingertips exploring inside the confines. "You're so wet," Yunah comments.

"I'm sorry, Yunah. I can't help it." It's a reflex answer, as though she has to apologize for this, for her body reacting, for the slick wetness, for enjoying the sensations her friend is giving her. She doesn't dare admit to herself that she has daydreamed about Yunah's pretty fingers playing with her so many times before.

"You've apologised plenty enough," Yunah scolds. She moves closer to her. She is placing her slender body between Moka's legs. Yunah only wears the lightest of tops, one that barely covers her chest with nothing beneath. Then there's those thin black panties that Moka has looked at more times than she would ever care to admit. Countless times letting her eyes wander to how the fabric clings to Yunah's firm ass and highlights the contours of her smooth flesh.

Yunah presses her hand aggressively down against Moka's pussy. Her fingers drive deep and her palm rubs against her hard clit. "Yunah, please. I'm so sensitive," Moka whines as she reaches to grab Yunah's wrist.

But she's denied reprieve and instead finds that Yunah snatches Moka's hands and holds them together at the wrist before pushing them away as she drives harder and deeper, shoving her fingers to the base of her hand and feeling the inner walls squeeze and push against the intrusion. Her palm is soaked from the mess. "Please Yunah... I'm—"

"I don't care. You made your own mess, so now deal with it." Yunah leans in and moves her hand fast and hard, curling her fingers upwards inside of Moka. It is sudden, a little unexpected, to feel such an intense sensation as the older girl finger-fucks her. Moka bucks her hips and moans loudly, arching her back as a new pressure builds inside her. "There she is. The loud, messy slut I knew you could be."

Moka can hardly believe the way her friend speaks. She never considered that her actions could lead to something like this, or to her actually liking it.

"Now cum. Go on. Since that's all you ever want to do, isn't it?"

Yunah slams her digits harder inside and angles them perfectly. She fucks Moka with her hand, quickly, repeatedly. With only one goal in mind to draw the biggest orgasm that she can. Moka squirms and clenches her thighs around Yunah.

It's becoming so difficult to hold back and not call her roommate's name because Moka can feel her core burning up, every nerve in her body feels ready to snap. She digs her fingers into the bed, and her toes curl. Then, suddenly, her orgasm shoots through her, tearing the air from her lungs and shattering her mind, leaving her a moaning mess that spills into Yunah's palm.

Yunah is quick to use this opportunity, pulling Moka's shorts off her hips and down her quivering legs. Then Yunah's hand returns to Moka, Two fingers over her clit and flicking her hand fast and hard against it.

"No Yunah! Please. Too sensitive."

"Deal with it."

Overstimulation begins immediately, Moka has no more voice than pathetic whining as Yunah jerks her sensitive bud of flesh, forcing pleasure and pain and another orgasm out of Moka. One barely ends before the next one starts.

Her muscles ache and spasm as Yunah dips two fingers back inside her wet cunt again. Moka tries to lift herself, tries to move away but her body won't listen, won't respond and can only allow itself to be touched, and touched in the most obscene and delightful ways.

Moka cums again, and her world is starting to spin. Tears in the corner of her eyes and her body is spent, but not ready for any form of release. "No more, please..." she chokes.

But, being in her control, it would appear to matter little what Moka says. Yunah spreads her two fingers as if trying to stretch her open. Her fingers massage and explore, they coax more wetness to leak over her digits. Yunah uses a second hand now, one to messily jerk Moka's clit and the other to stretch her tight pussy. It's torture to have something so delicate and sensitive rubbed. Moka has been pushed past her limit.

She's sweating, panting, moaning. Completely and utterly broken. Her body goes slack against the bed, and her entire lower half feels so sore but, yet another orgasm forces its way out. Yunah pumps hard against the sensitive roof of her hole, and it causes something that Moka never knew she could do.

She squirts, gushes her wetness onto Yunah's hand and even up her wrist, soaking her pussy and her friend's palm and wrist, soiling her sheets. It goes fucking everywhere.

"That's so gross," Yunah scoffs, but doesn't stop coaxing more of it out of her.

Moka wildly flails her arms, reaching out for Yunah's shoulder or bicep to push her away. "God, I can't take anymore," she begs her friend. "Please Yunah. No more."

"I'm sorry did you want it to stop?" Yunah teases.

Moka's mind blanks and her brain simply shuts off as she has one of the strongest orgasms that she's ever experienced in her life. There is something completely euphoric about how painful but enjoyable it is, and Moka relishes it all.

Yunah pulls herself free, sitting back on her haunches and watches Moka shuddering. She's covered in sweat and is positively glowing in the faint moonlight. Her limbs fall limp and her head is thrown back. She convulses as if possessed and cum still pours from her pussy. The sheets are soaked and Moka just lies, subdued, in them.

Yunah still crawls closer. She inspects the sight, rubbing her messy hand over Moka's shirt, cleaning herself against it and roughly palming her tits. "Really is so gross," she laughs quietly. Moka's nipples harden despite her utter exhaustion, and she whimpers with sensitivity. She's on the verge of unconsciousness now, so spent and so exhausted.

Moka has nothing to say, nor the energy to find the words if she could. She has a blissed-out look, one that Yunah adores. And it fills her with satisfaction knowing she did this to her.

"Goodnight, Moka," Yunah says, kissing Moka's forehead while she trembles. "Hope that helped." Her tone is laced with sarcasm. "I do hope you'll never do it again, or I'll have to keep coming over here and teaching you a lesson."

The girls didn't even speak of it the next day. By the time Moka woke up, Yunah had already left for the day and did not return to the dorm until well past eleven. Moka had a million and one questions running around in her mind throughout the day, but the one that embarrassed her the most was the one that she always came back to: 'Will she do it again?'

So when nighttime rolls around and Moka is alone in her room with no idea when Yunah will be home, it becomes impossible for her not to think of last night. She feels stained with the memories of Yunah's touches. Her face turns a bright shade of pink just thinking about how she must have looked, how shamelessly she submitted. Her body starts to flush as she's assaulted by images in her memory. She's reeling, trying to hold her thoughts together as her heart thumps faster and her pussy grows slick. She wants more; wants Yunah's touch, so much so that the idea of masturbating only leads to disappointment.

Horny, helpless Moka lies there naked in her bed and can't bring herself to touch anything lower than her breasts, no matter how much she desperately wants to. As though masturbating would somehow sully the memory of what it felt like to be fingered by Yunah. Moka is used to feeling horny, it's almost an ever-present state of mind. But right now, the desire is consuming, it's heavy, and Moka is caressing her little breasts and wishing for her bedroom door to open.

At long last, it does. The click, followed by the slight creak, announces Yunah's arrival and Moka immediately throws herself under her covers. Despite her horny, hopeless state of mind, she still wants her dignity intact, whatever's left of it anyway.

There's this heavy, awkward silence as Yunah throws her bag on the floor and then walks over to the bathroom without a word. All Moka can do is bite her lip and bury herself under her blanket, hiding her body and her flushed, exposed face, just praying for relief and not daring to speak.

Moka is forced to listen and wait while Yunah showers and her loins still simmer in anticipation. She doesn't dare look when her friend enters the room naked, just the noise and the change of atmosphere alone make Moka burn. She can't decide if she's more turned on or terrified that Yunah might actually keep her threat and punish her all over again.

She jumps, surprised when Yunah sits on the end of Moka's bed. The smell of flowers and fresh soap surrounds her. Moka opens her eyes, pulls back her blanket a bit and peeks out. She can't hide her shy gaze from the curves of Yunah's naked body.

"I'm waiting," Yunah snaps.

It takes all of Moka's courage just to ask, "W—waiting for what?"

"For the moaning. For the disgusting sound of your body defiling my ears," she smirks and snickers, as if poking fun. She's teasing Moka, and Moka hates it. "Or did you take my advice and do it while I was out?"

"No!" Moka replies louder and faster than she ever intended to. Yunah laughs again and Moka starts to regret not lying.

"Why's that? Not enough fun without me there? Go on then, I'm here now. Show me again just how revolting you are."

"Don't say stuff like that," Moka whines.

Yunah pulls the bedcover off Moka's shoulders, exposing the expanse of her milky white upper body, not a piece of fabric to be seen.

Yunah hums. "I said, show me."

Her command sends a bolt of electricity right down to Moka's aching pussy, and against her better judgment, she hesitantly pushes her hand beneath the covers and between her legs. She sighs as she presses her fingertips between her wet lips and finds her clit. Yunah closes her eyes and lets her head fall back, just listening for the soft wet sounds.

"I'm your friend, your group member, your roommate, and do you know how wrong it was that you let me do those things to you?" Yunah muses. Her eyes remain closed and her legs start to inch further apart.

The shame is instant for Moka, and yet a smile forms on her lips as the pleasure builds. Masturbation never felt as good as it did right now.

"Disgusting," she says with no conviction, "Keep going, I want to hear."

And then Moka does something that feels so wrong but so right. She moans Yunah's name as she jostles her hand faster. She squeezes her little tits as if showing herself off, her head hanging to her side, eyes squeezed shut.

Yunah is breathing heavily now, biting her lip and listening to Moka say her name like a prayer. She listens to the slick, sticky noises of Moka touching herself, spreading her arousal over herself. Finally, Yunah looks at the dainty little girl whose body is starting to arch.

"You like saying my name that much? Tell me, are you really thinking about me right now? When you're jerking yourself off?"

Moka nods, the most enthusiastic yes that she can manage while in a mess of lust and embarrassment. Yunah lowers her face and kisses Moka's stomach. "That's so wrong, you're so messed up."

Then Yunah slips under the covers and settles herself between Moka's legs. Moka has just enough clarity in her mind to draw her hand back and present herself to her friend.

"Say that you need help, you fucking pervert."

The dirty talk sets Moka's nerves on fire, and in a frantic burst of aroused energy, her mind slips and she gasps out a "Please."

"Not good enough," Yunah growls while pressing her lips against her inner thigh and forcing the younger girl to squirm.

"I—I need your help—" she chokes.

Like a prayer answered, her desperate plea is rewarded as the warm wetness of Yunah's lips latches around her clit. Moka jumps but is soon writhing, gasping out loud. Yunah laps up her juices with unmatched enthusiasm, running her tongue from the bottom to the top of her pussy and humming happily as the flavour hits her tastebuds. "Gross," she murmurs, right against her crotch, "so sick. So sexy."

Moka's entire lower body twitches as the tongue slides against her once more. Her moans are turning from hesitant to honest, and then she feels a single slender finger push against her. She spreads her legs more and it enters her.

Yunah slides the digit inside and lets out a moan, curling it inside her. Then another joins, and it too sinks inside. Both of the fingers press and probe around, Moka feels them spreading and exploring inside of her, their warmth and slenderness making her shiver and pant.

Moka starts to move her hips a little, pleading for Yunah to lick her harder and finger her deeper. "Yunah, please... I'm..."

As her voice fades and she starts to cry out, her roommate looks up with a smug smirk on her wet mouth. Then her mouth returns to her pussy, tongue lapping up the honey that runs freely. Moka's world shifts. In what felt like seconds, her first orgasm shakes her, she grips the bedsheets tight, and she's left a panting wreck.

And she feels Yunah licking, stroking against her clit with her tongue as she tries to catch her breath. She craves the climax, yet she's overwhelmed with sensations as her nerves still pulse. Moka pulls at her chest, pinches her tits and tilts her hips, thrusting gently against Yunah.

"Such a slut," she says as she plunges her fingers into the wet entrance. Moka feels her insides being stretched, and the fullness she's been craving is starting to manifest. She cannot respond, and the fingers twist, separate, and spread her wider and wider. She can hear how wet and lewd her pussy is. The muscles inside her are desperately clinging onto the digits, wanting more and wanting the pleasure to continue.

With the mouth latched onto her swollen, needy clit, a sensation inside her stirs. She wants to resist, not yet ready for another orgasm.

"Yunah," Moka begs, "something feels... I'm— Aghh."

The heat and pressure build between her legs. It's coming soon. This new wave is going to shake her. Her muscles tense, her hands reaching above her head, gripping a fistful of the pillow behind her.

Moka loses herself. It's too powerful. Too overwhelming. She clamps her thighs around Yunah's face, and the hands digging into her hips feel so good. The tongue circling her hard, pink pearl is indescribable. It's perfect. The sensations spread across her entire being, they reach her head, down to her curled toes, and deep inside her very core.

Moka is still reeling while Yunah is climbing from the bed and heading for her bottom drawer. She scatters through the contents inside and takes something out, and as the mist clears in Moka's mind, she sees what's in Yunah's hand as she approaches.

Yunah has her vibrator. "Please Yunah, I already cum for you. I'm so sensitive." She sounds so pathetic. So small and desperate, and Yunah knows it too because a wicked smile graces her lips.

Yunah's naked body lowers over her, the light covering her perfectly, making her look angelic. An angel, teasing her, tormenting her, pleasuring her, a girl who she idolizes and adores. Moka is completely captivated by her; hypnotised and in awe of her. The vibrator buzzes to life, and Yunah whispers in her ear, "You deserve this."

Yunah puts her legs between Moka's and uses them to forcefully pry her thighs apart, and keep her that way. It leaves her exposed, her most sacred area open, helpless against what Yunah has in store. She places it first on Moka's chest, directing the vibrations to her stiff little nipples, and then quickly circles and slides it down, dragging it right across her sweat-stained abdomen. Her poor, tortured clit receives it with no reprieve or recovery after her last orgasm. It buzzes and jitters.

The stimulation is sudden and unexpected. Her hips try to tilt up off the bed, to get away. But she's held down firmly. A soft, helpless whimper escapes her mouth as the feeling reverberates from her groin up her spine. Her entire lower half pulses and grows warm from the sensation. Yunah has a deviousness about her when she's controlling her, a cold expression in her eyes and a sinful look on her face.

"Should I stop?"

"Yes. No. Don't stop. I don't know. Yunah..."

Yunah forces it harder down. Circling and massaging. Pressing and kneading. Moka cries out and she can hear Yunah taunting her, feel her cruel laugh, and she keeps pushing the tip of it, working it so deep and so aggressively against her clit that it borders on hurting. But then another, incredible burst of pleasure spikes through her, making her cum.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Moka whines, tears begin welling up in her eyes.

And it won't let up. The pleasure continues to radiate, she's trembling and spasming as the tip is ground down even more. She can't focus. Impossible to escape her state of continuous, convulsing euphoria, even for a moment.

Yunah is laughing. Loving every moment of watching Moka thrash helplessly beneath her and crying in pain and pleasure as her mind is driven completely senseless. The waves that tear through her come relentlessly now. Their strength does not fade. With Yunah pressing, Moka arches and her stomach tenses up again and again and again. Her screams turn into hoarse breaths as her throat starts to ache.

Then Yunah stops with a devious giggle, and Moka can't hear anything, and her eyes blur. Delirious from the assault, her limbs lose strength and turn to jelly. All she's left with is a sore, abused clit, and a ringing in her head.

"You're a bad influence on me," Yunah teases. Moka weakly throws her head from side to side. "Oh well. Let's do something really disgusting."

Moka can't stop it and only watches as Yunah moves Moka's numb body, pulling her legs up, forcing them together and holding her by the ankles. Between the backs of her thighs, Yunah admires the soaked little pussy and pushes two fingers down. Moka shudders and shouts, "Wait Yunah!"

Two of those pretty fingers penetrate her and start to stroke inside, curling up to that spot that she knows made her squirt. Her legs start to tremble as she feels her stomach tighten again. "Yunah, stop," Moka's whine echoes off the walls.

"Not until you make a mess for me."

Moka struggles as the fingers work to overstimulate her. The waves are back, growing in their intensity. All Moka can think about is how good the pressure inside is making her feel and how much she wants this, she craves this. She wants to be full again, full with more of Yunah.

She starts to leak, it flows, and her hips shudder and flex. There's an urgency in Yunah's movements, "Are you gonna squirt for me? Dirty girl." Moka is mumbling nonsense, her body convulsing and unable to move. Yunah's movements don't stop. She pushes her hand higher, lifting Moka's cute little ass from the bed so she can watch it jiggle as she fucks her.

Poor Moka can hardly keep her eyes open through all of this and almost can't comprehend her state of utter helplessness, but one thing is for sure, there is so much sticky cum, it's making wet, filthy noises as her body spasms. Then Moka's vision blurs and she knows now that it's going to happen again. Her voice gets louder, screaming. As her fluids spray out from her cunt, gushing as if a dam broke inside. Yunah's laughter, while triumphant, sounds miles away.

As Moka collapses onto the bed, Yunah removes her messy hand and examines it. Rather than disgust, Moka feels pride when the older girl admires the wet mess.

"Ugh, look at you," Yunah hums, climbing from the bed once more, "What a mess." She rubs her hand on Moka's thigh and smears her arousal across her sweat-slick flesh. "You better clean this up. It's disgusting."

Moka can't say anything in protest as her petite little body trembles on the sheets. Yunah scoffs at her, finding some amusement at her lack of any response. She heads back to the bathroom and leaves Moka lost inside her head, enjoying the lingering traces of her afterglow. She has no idea where this goes next, and what it means for her and Yunah. Her exhausted brain tells her it doesn't matter right now and that this is good.

All she knows is that this has to happen again.

[uchinagai]

May I request a Iroha x Fem!Reader?

Iroha is a friend you made at BELIFT LAB, she is a trainee with you for the group ILLIT. She struggles sometimes due to her being Japanese, but she's slowly getting used to the changes in her life.

“Comfort”

𝜗𝜚 Iroha X fem!reader

𝜗𝜚 contains : idol!iroha, idol!reader, 6th member, mention of Youngseo, pure fluff, mentions of kissing, once again just fluff, friends to lovers, kind of rushed in the end?? Reader is 17, idk what else to say just enjoy :)

𝜗𝜚 note : first time writing request, idk how I did to be honest, if any mistakes are spotted just please ignore it :3 enjoyyy

𝜗𝜚 wk : 2.2k+

You weren’t on the survival show that the new girls had to go through, yet still hybe decided to debut you with them. It was weird, for sure. All the trainee friends you made were gone, and you had to face six girls you only saw on television occasionally. Yunah, Minju, Moka, Wonhee, Youngseo and iroha.

The girls seemed slightly lost during their first day in hybe building making you chuckle. You were a trainee under hybe for 4 years, so you were familiar and when they entered the practice room worn out from all the walking, you assumed they got lost so you couldn’t help yourself but laugh quietly. The Interaction was awkward, to say the least. All of them except Yunah and Youngseo was introverted so you just went with your fellow extrovert Yunah and had a chat. She turned out to be the oldest of them.

During practice and introduction, you found out that everyone had their charm but the youngest, Iroha had the most outstanding perk which was dance. She was a year younger than you yet her dance was something that you felt like it would years of practice and from a little chat with her about how good she was dancing you found out she was just a kid when she started dancing, not like shes any bigger now but you kept it quiet and nodded. Her accent seemed off which only meant she wasn’t Korean. It was rude of you to ask, so you thought, so you just went on the internet and found out that she was Japanese along with Moka. That would explain her slight stuttering and pauses to gather words that didn’t make sense. You spoke fluent Japanese, so when you started talking to her in Japanese a smile appeared on the girl's face, feeling relieved that she could have one more person other than Moka to talk to in her native language.

At first, you got along with Yunah a lot, both of you guys were extroverts so talking to each other was easy and conversations were flowing, that was until you got arranged with Wonhee, a member you were least close with… even tho Wonhee was 07 like you, you still turned oldest and something about being oldest always made you feel overprotective over anyone so when the hate train that started against Wonhee made you furious, so you always made sure to comment about her doing a good job or something to keep her hyped up. If you saw her looking at comments you would divert her attention. 

People didn’t know about your identity because when the 7th member was announced your face was hidden from the teaser or blurred so people were expecting a lot so it gave you more comfort and if it came to transporting your face was covered. Some rumors were that illits 7th member was hybes ‘secret weapon’ which was more than true. You were somewhat  ‘spoiled’ by HYBE which just meant extra attention and pressure to perfection was always on you. You were confident with singing and rapping, almost coming off as cocky. The dancing was not something you yet felt comfortable with. A lot of trainees came to you for help with an expectation so of course, you helped them out. You were just 13 when you started training so the pressure was hard. A lot of expectations felt overwhelming so you could say, you grew up faster and matured so having the role of ‘helper’ and ‘mother’ was not new to you. You wanted to be the type of person you begged god for each night when you first started training.

Out of thin air, one of the new girls, Youngseo's departure from the debut line was publicly released. Not even girls knew about it and the reason why was never said. On that same day, you guys had to be in the company for the ILLIT debut debrief. You were never close to the girl, you never got the chance to do so but it had a hard blow on members, mostly Iroha. You knew they were roommates and also close on a survival show. Their duo name was something like KOYANGZ or something, but that wasn’t important right now.

On the way, you, of course, had a cap and face mask covering you for privacy and mysteriousness. You decided to sit next to the youngest, you didn’t wanna cross anything but still tried to talk to her, snap her out of her thoughts by saying random things which seemed to work as she engaged in talking more, smiled, and listened to whatever you had to say about your trainee days in HYBE. Once the car stopped in front of the building you were bold enough to hold her hand as you walked into the building. She didn’t pull away, in fact, she held your hand tighter and once you guys sat down, she wanted to sit next to you so that is what you guys did. While the staff was talking you noticed the uneasy look on Iroha's, the debut was good and she would like it, you thought so you whispered into her ear:

“どうしたの？(whats wrong?)”

“何も理解できない... (I don’t understand anything)”

she said with a sad look as you chuckled and asked the staff to slow down with talking a little and whispered a translated version to her ear. As the meeting was finished the girls walked out satisfied by the debut plan and demo version of music you two were the last to walk out. You let the girls walk ahead as you talked about the plan with Iroha. She seemed more open and smiley which gave you some sort of pride. Members decided to walk inside the building for some reason and you guys just went with it. Since you were more talkative Iroha was just staring and listening till one of the old trainee friends stopped you with a loud greeting.

“Y/N??”

“JENNY!”

You yell back as you let go of Irohas hand and just run to the girl picking her up and pulling her into tight embrace. The younger one was left just standing there, awkwardly as a tight feeling formed into her stomach, confused by it.

“I haven’t seen you for so long, I knew it was you when I saw the new ‘mysterious’ girl debuting with ILLIT”

You laughed as you nodded and turned to Iroha as you signaled her to come which she did with an awkward smile looking between you and some girl named Jenny.

“This is my maknae, Iroha,” you say as you pet her back gently. “We have to get going, all though, so maybe catch you later?’  say as you two bid your goodbyes and just continue talking to Iroha, except you weren't holding her hand anymore which made younger feel… empty. After leaving the building back into the dorms everyone washed up and changed into comfortable clothes everyone agreed to have a little more ‘bonding’ time with you since you didn't know the girls well and while they went through a lot together. You kind of wished you were in the show too, get to know them well so things wouldn’t be as awkward as it is now but there was no turning back so all six of you gathered in the living room, chatting and mainly focused on you. Each had their questions about you so you happily answered each of them, but not one question was from Iroha… it made you kind of sad, wasn’t she interested? Why didn’t she ask anything? Did you talk too much?

Truth was, she was more than interested, each time you answered she made sure she didn’t miss anything and secretly noted it down.

Time-to-time you got used to the girls, engaged in playing around with them and just having fun. You also noticed how lighthearted Iroha was. Teasing Wonhee about being the actual maknae because she’s ‘cuter’ than her, which was true because Wonhees face was cute and so were her habits. You always found yourself being closer to Iroha, even after the debut, you always stuck to her side, playing with her, keeping her company, improving her Korean pronunciation, and translating things she couldn’t understand. Iroha was more than grateful and she admired your hard work while also helping you with dance. Everything was good, the title track ‘Magnetic’ was doing amazing on the charts and got in total of 12 wins which made the group so happy. You and Iroha were fans' favorite duo due to you being her safe place on and off cameras. You always made sure she was comfortable, she spoke better Korean than before and you were glad she was happy, happy with you. There was some unspoken tie between you two that members always made sure to tease you guys with making younger blush while you just laughed it off, but both of you knew it deep down too. Whenever you saw your favorite maknae you just wanted to hold her, pinch her cheek, and just baby her all the time. She was always next to you, either teasing you, teasing you, or just enjoying your presence, it made her calm, you were the person who helped her get used to her new way of living. 

Promotions were done but all six of you guys were invited to Paris Fashion Week. Everyone was excited, Iroha was jumping around clinging to you talking all about what she was gonna wear and what she wanted to do in that one week of being in a foreign country. You were also excited and promised to take a lot of pictures of her there.

Once the plane landed the younger couldn't contain her happiness looking around amazed as she dragged you into every shop showing you random things as you bought her a few things she liked.

Once the car got to the hotel members decided to split into 3 different rooms: Yunah & Wonhee, Minju & moka, and you & Iroha, of course. Youngest was pleading to be in the same room as you saying that ‘Wonhee is already lucky enough to be in the same dorm room as you’ which made your heart flutter, just a little. 

The show went amazing, Iroha as usual was by your side and whenever someone spoke in English, you translated everything. It was Iroha's favorite thing about you; the ability to translate for her. You looked so charming but she would never admit that to your face. After the show you two decided to walk around Paris, enjoying the main attraction, the Eifel Tower during the night. The tension was there, both of you could feel it but chose to ignore it as you guys talked about random topics, that was until Iroha stopped in front of a great view of the tower in the back of the bridge.

“Remember, you promised to take pictures of me” she teased implying that she wanted a picture taken which made you chuckle and grab your phone Iroha posing right away. She was beautiful, but the camera couldn’t capture her beauty. Her red nose due to the light wind blowing on her face, perfectly done straight, and long black hair, with bangs that made roha, roha. Choker perfectly sits around her neck, a light brown jacket that she wore at the fashion show. She was all too perfect and all you could do was stare and admire her beauty. That was till Iroha herself had to snap you out of your clouds.

“y/n??” she called out as you looked at her with a smile and all you could do was hum, not trusting your voice to speak up.

She came closer to your face as she put the back of her hand on your cheek.

“Am I that pretty that I got you blushing?” she asked in a teasing manner as she chuckled and tilted her head slightly. It was all too much for you, you wanted her and there was no avoiding it; it was either you have her or be rejected so all you could do was move closer and connect your lips with her.

…

Silence. Irohas heart stopped beating for a second, eyes widened as she tried to process what was happening to her until you pulled back face flushed.

“I'm sorry it was all too sudden, I didn’t know what to do so I just-” You got cut off with a kiss again, this time from Iroha. Your heart was beating as you fluttered your eyes closed putting your arm around her waist to pull her closer as she wrapped hers around your neck. It felt like it lasted for hours till both of you pulled away.

“You talk too much,” Iroha said teasing you causing both of you to burst out laughing.

“Oh, you meant ‘Oh y/n I like you too’” you added making her smack your shoulder.

“You haven't confessed yet, lady,” she said with a point making you cup her cheeks.

“I love you, roha.”

“I love you too, y/nnie”

“Be my girlfriend?” you say, slightly cringing at yourself as Iroha laughs.

“Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend.”

Iroha was more than happy she joined that survival show and made it, she was grateful that HYBE decided to add another girl into the debut line and it so happened to be the love of her life. She loved the changes in her life and was more than happy to get used to it, with you . . .

[jeeseth]

raccoon (rq)

pairing : noh yunah x fem!reader

summary : your girlfriend said that she’s going out to buy some groceries but when she came home, an uninvited guest tagged along.

cw/tw : slight cursing, raccoon 🦝 , short ff

It’s been three hours since Yunah left to buy groceries, and here you are wondering, what’s taking her so long? Your feelings grew anxious, the grocery store was only 15 minutes away. You nervously walked around the living room, biting your nails.

“Geez, I’m never letting her go grocery shopping again!” You exclaimed while running a hand through your hair.

You were about to call her (or maybe the police) when suddenly, you heard the front door open. There, you heard plastic bags rustling and you released a sigh of relief. You went to the doorway and leaned over it. Yunah saw you and lets out a little yelp.

“Baby! Don’t do that!” She shouted, placing her hand on her chest dramatically.

You huffed before replying, “What took you so long? I’m worried! I’m never letting you go alone anymore.”

“Sorry baby” Yunah pouted and brings the plastic bags in.

As she’s walking to the kitchen, you saw that her hoodie has a bump…? And it’s amusingly obvious too. It lowkey makes her look like a pregnant woman. You approached her from behind and put your hand on her shoulder. She flinched, but then she started turning around slowly to face you. “Yes…?”

“Are you hiding something from me?” You arched your eyebrows at her. You saw how she gulped nervously before denying it.

“What? No! Of course not! What makes you think that?” She laughed nervously, still covering her hoodie with her arms.

You sighed before stepping closer to her, she immediately stopped laughing and back off a little. You pointed at her hoodie which has a big bump on it.

“What’s this? You’re not pregnant, then what the hell is inside your hoodie, Noh Yunah.” You grumbled, causing Yunah to shivers.

“U-umm, uh I think I need to pee I’ll get going firs—” Before she can even finish her sentence, a raccoon suddenly popped out of her zipped hoodie. She lets out a shocked gasp, before hugging the raccoon.

“What the— Yunah! Is that a goddamn raccoon?!?” You yelped, still can’t believe what you just saw.

“Baby listen, I can’t help it! He was following me when I threw out the trash! Isn’t he cute?” Yunah said, shoving the big ass raccoon in your face.

“AND IT’S A HE????” You shrieked.

“BABY PLEASE! Can we keep himmm???” Yunah asked with her puppy eyes, you’re just standing there watching her and her goddamn raccoon hugging each other.

You let out a big sigh, messaging your temple afterwards.

“Yunah, put the raccoon back to where you found it. That thing could have rabies.”

“What if YOU have rabies, y/n?” She retorted.

“…Baby, I love you but put it back or I’m calling animal control—”

“NO!!!!!”

a/n — sorry cause it’s short and probably not what you expected anon 😔

[xoxoxoz]

Noh Yunah x F!reader

📝: After some ‘late night activities’ with your girlfriend, you couldn’t tell whether practice was difficult because of your wobbly legs or because of the non stop teasing from the other contestants

⚠️: mentions of sex, sexual jokes, comedy, hickies, implied g!p Yunah

“Good morning, baby” Yunah’s morning voice woke you up.

You lifted your head from her chest to look around, seeing that you weren’t in your own bed in the other dorm. That’s when the steamy memories of last night’s activity had hit you.

It must’ve been the stress mixed with the lack of Yunah’s touch because the sex was so damn good, it had you passed out before your girlfriend could even say goodnight.

It was only supposed to be a cuddle night but the way Yunah spoke huskily in your ear while her hands slid into your pyjama pants were enough to take your mind away from the story you were telling her.

Yunah smiled at the way you rubbed your eyes and continued looking around. None of Yunah’s roommates were in sight.

“Shit, did we sleep in?” You groaned and reached to grab your phone but Yunah made you lie your head down on her chest again.

“No you woke up in time actually. It’s only 6:30”

“Then where are the others?”

“They all slept in the lower rank dorms. I guess they heard us”

You sat up in a flash. Eyes wide and face red. “Oh my god seriously?! I don’t wanna go to practice anymore!” You whined.

“I’m sure they’re not gonna make a fuss out of it. Most of them are dating after all” Yuna said and slid out of the bed to stretch, revealing her almost naked body if it wasn’t for her black boxers.

Your eyes locked onto her back muscles as she continued stretching and then to the extremely visible scratch marks that spread all over the area.

“Was that all from me?” You asked in disbelief and glaring down your fingernails.

“Yes, Princess. Can’t help yourself, can you?” Yunah winked and grabbed new clothes from her luggage. “Wanna shower with me?”

You thought about it for a second, but you knew the moment you step inside those showers, you were gonna relive the mind blowing sex the previous night. And there was no time nor energy for that.

“Not this time, babe. Still…need to recover” You winced as you sat on the edge of the bed, using the blanket to cover you.

“Alright. I won’t take long” She kissed your temple and disappeared into the other room.

Not even a few seconds later, a few of the contestants walked in using one hand to cover their eyes and the other to direct them to their luggages.

“Uh Yunah? Y/n?” Jihyun asked.

“It’s Y/n. Yunah is in the shower”

“Oh good morning. Are you decent? We need to change clothes”

“I’m somewhat decent. Using the blanket right now, is that okay?”

Jihyun removed her hand from her eyes. “That’s fine”

“Had a good time last night?” Jeongeun asked with a smirk.

“Shut up. Anyways, I think I’m gonna skip practice today” You yawned and laid down but Jeongeun ditched her slipper at you.

“As if they’ll let you. Put some damn clothes on and cover those hickies”

“Eh?” You snatch your phone and opened the camera app.

Your eyes widened at the millions of purple marks scattered from your neck down to your collarbones, and by peeking underneath the blanket that clothed you, there was so much more to count.

“NOH YUNAH!!!!” Your scream echoed through the entire building.

Fortunately, thanks to Jeongeun’s makeup skills, she was able to cover the hickies around your neck and it took your entire soul not to hiss from the pain you felt when Jeongeun was dabbing the makeup sponge.

Even the lightest tap was gonna make you throw hands.

However, something you weren’t able to hide was the soreness in your legs. The room erupted in laughter when you basically wobbled into the studio like a baby learning how to walk.

Yunah scooped you into her arms bridal style and carried you to the benches where she gently sat you down.

“Are you okay?” She whispered.

“Am I okay? Yunah I can’t fucking walk and it’s your fault! I need to learn how to resist my urges for sex sometimes” You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed.

Yunah sat beside you. “Don’t lie, it was the best sex we’ve ever had. And how could you be so tired? I was doing all the work”

“Should I remind you that you’re packing a dick, Noh Yunah? That you were smashing that 8 inch into my womb for like 5 hours in different positions?” You said in an annoyed tone.

“Alright im sorry, Princess. But to be fair, you got carried away too. I couldn’t scrub my back in the shower from all the marks you left” Yunah pouted and held your hand.

God she’s so fucking cute.

“Did you apply ointment like I told you to?”

She nodded like a puppy. “I couldn’t reach all of it so I got Jiwoo Unnie to help. Speaking of the devil”

The eldest contestant stood in front of you with a smug smile. “Good morning Y/n-ie”

“Please don’t bully me, I’m already in a lot of pain” you whined and laid your head on Yunah’s shoulder.

“Clearly” she giggled and poked at your thigh.

“Ow stop it!”

“Baby, I’m gonna go talk to Moa Unnie” Yunah spoke cutely.

“Okay. Talk to you later” you hummed and kissed her cheek before she skipped away.

Jiwoo took the chance to sit next to you as Chanelle, Minju and Funa joined. You felt a bit scared by the smirk they all shared.

“Oh God, what do you all want” You groaned.

“We want details of your time in heaven” Minju wiggled her eyebrows.

“Ew no! Are your sex lives with your own girlfriends so boring that you need to look into mine?”

“I don’t count because I’m single but we just wanna know how good it was. Especially with how you’re walking” Jiwoo winked.

Your face was burning hot. “What do you even wanna know?”

“Is she big?” Chanelle was first to ask, scooting closer so none of the minors could hear your conversation.

“What?”

“Is she packing a lot? I want to know if she’s bigger than me”

Funa slapped the back of her head. “So immature”

“It’s a friendly competition! So how big?”

You chewed on your lower lip nervously. “8 inches. Next question!”

Chanelle fist pumped the air. “YES I’m 0.5 inches bigger”

“Is she rough?” Funa asked.

The question didn’t suit her sweet and innocent voice. Freak in the sheets indeed.

“Not all the time. It’s just something we enjoy more than vanilla” you shrugged. “Next”

“Do you call her daddy?” Minju asked next without a second wasted.

Your face grew hot. “U-Um no…Ive never thought about that name actually. I always just call her Yunah-ya or baby”

“Ohhh definitely try it. You’d be surprised at the sudden motivation it gives”

You arched a brow at her. “There’s no way you call Jihyun ‘daddy’. Please be serious Minju”

“I don’t. Before we got together I hooked up with Chanelle a few times”

The said girl nodded. “Can confirm. We were watching a movie while the girls went out to shop and suddenly got super horny. Things escalated from there”

“And during that you called Chanelle ‘daddy’?”

Minju smirked. “It fueled her up pretty good, if you know what I mean. Almost passed out”

“Moka seems to be into the whole daddy thing too”

“Ew too much information. Next question!”

“Has Yunah ever choked you?” Jiwoo spoke in a low tone that made you gulp.

“…I don’t wanna answer these stupid questions anymore” you huffed and stood up, only to sit back down from the pain.

Yunah returned with her little smile. “Can I have my girlfriend back please?”

“Just don’t fuck on the bench” Jiwoo snickered as she, and the other girls, walked away to interact with the other trainees.

Yunah sat down and placed you in her lap. “I know this will sound bad but a good proper stretch could fix those legs”

“I actually thought of a better solution” you whispered and cupped her face.

“And that is?”

“Cutting your dick off”

Yunah just stared at you with a pout. “Please don’t”

“I’m kidding, babe. Stop worrying so much. This isn’t the first time you’ve ruined my legs”

The taller girl shyly smiled and kissed your nose. “I love you”

“I love you too”

“Hey love birds, quit flirting and get over here!” Jiwoo screamed from the other side of the studio.

“Let’s go, baby. I’ll help you” Yunah kindly offered to help you stand before locking your hands together.

[shybunnyminju]

⠀⠀𐄇⠀⠀❀⠀⠀illit⠀masterlist ·⠀⵰

Yunah:

—

Minju:

— Minju as your best friend headcanons

Moka:

—

Youngseo:

—

Wonhee:

—

Iroha:

— Iroha as your best friend headcanons

[p4ranormaluv]

GAMER’S TECHNIQUE ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

Pairing -> Yunah x F!reader

Summary -> Yunah’s playing overwatch and not giving you enough attention

Genre -> smut, bit a’ fluff, established relationship au

Warnings -> brief masturbation, good girl kink, soft dom!Yunah, sub!reader, pillow princess!reader, praise, begging, fingering, kissing, clit/breast stim, lots of pet names

WC -> 1.5k

Note -> Remember when I said I was making a yunah work with plot? This isn’t it. This is pure smut.

“Yunaaaahh, when are you gonna be done?” You whine, sitting up against your girlfriend’s headboard as you stare at her back.

“Soon, baby.” She answers sweetly, attention completely unswaying from her computer screen.

“You’ve been playing for- like, hourrss!”

“An hour, baby. One hour.”

“That’s still too much.” You pout under your breath, slumping further against the unforgiving wood of the headboard.

“Can you not go without me for more than an hour? You still get to watch me.”

You sigh with a bit of an attitude, your hand moving to pick up your phone again. “Fine.”

“Good girl.” She sing songs innocently, but your eyes shoot up to stare at the back of her head again.

Is she actually intentionally trying to torcher you? Yunah knows how you feel about being called a ‘good girl’, and she decides to say it now? When you’re already practically begging for her attention?

You can’t figure out if she said it on purpose or not, you can’t see her face, but you have this feeling that she’s smirking to herself. Your eyes trail slowly from the back of her skull down to her hands, one on the mouse while the other tip-taps on the keyboard.

Yunah’s hands are pretty, her fingers too. She doesn’t have any acrylics on right now, her nails clean and bare. Which means…

Your phone is totally forgotten now. You need her in more ways than you previously did before, a heartbeat starting to thrum between your legs and a needy fog taking over your brain.

But what are you supposed to do when she’s still ignoring you?

“Fuck!” Yunah huffs in frustration at something in the game, and the words go straight to your pussy. A wave like reaction washes over your body, nipples hardening and thighs squeezing together.

You just can’t take it anymore.

Maybe it’s not exactly what a ‘good girl’ would do, but you shove a hand inside your shorts, fingers feather light as you barely touch your clit over your panties. Breath hitching and body twitching from just the fleeting taste of pleasure, you move until you’re completely laying down on the bed, knees bent and spread. Your pussy clenches desperately around nothing, so you allow your fingers to delve past the threshold of your underwear and press a finger inside of yourself.

Although your fingers are probably just as long as Yunah’s, they don’t feel near as good. They don’t have the same technique or pretty veins, and neither do you have the pretty face looming above you that usually accompanies them.

The realization makes a little whine leave your lips unknowingly.

“A-Angel?” Yunah’s voice resounds almost breathlessly, and you flinch, hands stilling and head lifting to look at your girlfriend through the frame of your legs. Her eyes are just as wide as yours as you stare at each other, and after a few seconds, the embarrassment catches up with you, legs pressing together and lowering to hide the hand that for some reason you still have inside your shorts.

“I-I-“ you blush, trying to find anything to say to fill the silence. But Yunah beats you to it, expression changing from shock to a proud sort of smirk.

“You really can’t be without me for that long, can you?”

“N-No! I tried to tell you.” You complain somewhat bratty, unable to hold her eye contact as you look away to the side.

“It’s okay, baby. You’re still a good girl.” She practically coos, looking down at you with a dark look in her eyes as she slowly gets up from her gaming chair and walks towards the foot of the bed. Your thighs squeeze together a bit more and your hand moves slightly, Yunah not missing the movement as she moves faster to cage your body in with hers. Her hands quickly forces your legs open (not that you don’t spread them obligingly) and she pulls your hand out of your shorts, just to tug them off completely, along with your panties.

She lets out a quiet gasp as her hand makes contact with your moist lips, fingers circling lightly around your entrance, making you whimper.

“Such a good girl.”

“Yunah,” you blush, hands going up to hide your burning cheeks.

“Don’t do that, don’t hide.” The girl hardly scolds, moving your hands away yet again and placing them on either side of your head.

She loves you like this, palms facing upwards, hair spread against the white sheets as you stare up at her. It makes you look like you’re baring yourself to her, all for her, to have and hold and play with however she wants.

And she wants to treat you very, very good tonight.

“My pretty pillow princess.” Yunah teases, because even though you know she loves it you kinda hate it while at the same time absolutely love it. And the opposing noise you let out shows that.

“C’mon now, Y/n. You know you gotta ask, baby.”

“Can’t. S’too hard.” You cry, starting to hide your face again before you stop yourself, and Yunah rewards you with a proud smile, but her fingers don’t move anymore. They stay just cupping your sex.

“I know you can do it, angel. You want my fingers in your pussy, right?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Then say that, baby. Say you need my fingers in your pussy.”

“Mmmm!” You protest, expression scrunching together unhappily. It’s always hard for you to say things out loud, at least in the beginning.

“Or I can just go back to my game-“

“No, please! Please, I need your fingers inside my pussy! I really do, Y-Yunah, please?”

“That’s my good girl.” Yunah smiles, not a moment before plunging two fingers into your entrance right away. You react with a choked sound, back curving upward as she’s already fucking you at a medium pace, not even working you up to it.

“You’re….so wet, fuck. What got you so wet, princess?”

“Y-You, you’re pretty.” You managed to get out rather innocently, eyes squeezed shut at the overwhelming pleasure that still isn’t enough. “Please- please, more, Yunnie?”

“More? More what, Y/n?”

“God, you know what, Yunah!” You cry. You know she’s intentionally avoiding touching your needy clit.

“Ooh, sorry, baby.” Yunah says as though she understands, but she wears a sneaky smile as she leans down and snakes a hand up your shirt to squeeze your breast. “This what you wanted?”

“N-No!” You struggle to say as Yunah decides to flick your nipple with her thumb right as you begin to speak.

“Hm, sorry princess. Maybe if you tell me what really got you so riled up, I’ll do what you want.” She lays the law down in such an infuriatingly hot way, like she doesn’t know that she’s being so cruel to you right now. Her pretty lips encase your other nipple that isn’t getting any attention, while her hand continues to massage and kneed at your breast.

“Your hands!” You give up rather quickly as her teeth lightly graze your bud, fingers hooking inside of you right at the perfect spot. “Look- th’look so sexy while you’re- you’re playing, ‘nd you are r-really pretty. Missed you looking at me.”

Fuck. Yunah’s not gonna lie, your adorably embarrassed voice telling her what got your pussy so wet was just watching her fingers on a keyboard and missing her ‘pretty’ face looking at you really got to her.

“Aw, my darling girl.” Yunah praises genuinely, pupils practically hearts as she leans further down to capture your lips in a kiss. Her tongue makes its way inside immediately, and she makes sure to kiss you until she’s stolen your breath away.

She finally pulls away with a wet sound to whisper in your ear, “Don’t worry, angel. I’m gonna watch you the whole time while you fall apart on my fingers.”

You gasp before moaning out, Yunah adding a third finger inside you while her thumb finally touches your clit in electrifying little circles. Her lips move down to your neck, biting and sucking marks into the most sensitive parts of your skin. Yunah is still fully clothed, so her shirt rubs at your hard nipples in a way that makes them ache so good.

All of it’s quickly becoming too much, and when Yunah starts to quicken her pace, using her technique that she knows has you seeing stars every time, you know you’re close.

“Yunnie, cum? Gotta cum, Yunnie, please?”

“Cum, princess. Cum all over my fingers.”

You obey her words, gushing from your pussy and staining her sheets and hand with your juices.

Yunah slows her pace down to not leave you feeling empty too soon, before pulling out to lay down beside you and pull you into her arms.

“You okay, my angel girl?”

“Mhm,” you hum out dreamily, face nuzzling into her chest. “Felt so good. Thank you, love.”

“Course, baby. I’m sorry for playing overwatch for so long.”

“…Wasn’t that long.” You force yourself to admit. Yunah giggles.

“Y’know, my rank in the game is silver, but I’m pretty sure I’m top when it comes to fucking you.”

“…I have no idea what that means but I know it was cringe.”

NOTE: reblog to unify the girlies! <3

[finalovestory]

DON'T YOU REALIZE? Noh Yunah x oc! Kim Hyewon

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Yunah is crazy here so feel free to hate her, toxic relationship

Note: It's my first time writing and english it's not my first language. Hope u enjoy it!

Yunah smiled as she watched hyewon laughing with the other girls. Her luxurious clothes, flaunting wealth, were a distinctive contrast compared to her adorable smile and amiability.

Despite hyewon being extremely rich, heir to Samsung and global ambassador of Chanel, she did not see herself as such and did not like to be flattered for it. Hyewon was very humble, she did not like to see herself in a hierarchy.

"Today I'm matching accessories!" Hyewon smiled showing her hairpins, necklace and rings, all stamped with the Chanel logo and small diamond stones.

"You look and only see wealth." Chanelle hugged her from behind, smiling broadly. "Chanel & Chanelle." Hyewon pointed from the logo on her suit to her friend's face. The two laughed and went looking for someone to bother while the rehearsal didn't start.

"The first interviewee today is Iroha!" Hyewon clapped and Chanelle followed suit. "Ok, Iroha, who is your favorite unnie and why is it me?" She smiled innocently.

Iroha frowned in confusion, looking at Hyewon, not knowing what to answer.

"My favorite unnie?" She questioned, holding Hyewon's hand that acted as a mic.

"Yes, it’s me, right?" She smiled hopefully.

"...No." Iroha timidly denied.

Chanelle laughed while Hyewon looked at the camera in disbelief.

"And with that, we end the Chanel & Chanelle Show! Bye!" She said goodbye forcing a smile.

The cameraman went after other girls, leaving a downcast Hyewon behind. "Are you okay?" Chanelle asked with a teasing smile.

"I've never been so humiliated in my entire life." She laughed bitterly. "We give them love, affection and food and this is how they reciprocate." She sighed thoughtfully.

Chanelle laughed, pushing her shoulder, making Hyewon break her posture and laugh too.

Suddenly two cold hands wrapped around Hyewon's waist, a strong chill ran through her body causing a feeling of anxiety. She tilted her head, seeing Yunah's tall figure smiling at her.

"Hi!" She finally smiled, relaxing in her touch, noticing the familiar sensation.

"What do you think you're doing showing off this beautiful abs? Have you no pity for your fans?" She hugged her tightly, bringing their bodies even closer.

"It wasn't my choice, so I'm not to blame." She denied cheekily.

"But being sexy is your fault." She poked the tip of her nose with a playful smile. Hyewon leaned in giving a delicate kiss on her cheek, making her smile double.

"Ew, there are children watching this!" Chanelle made a fake disgusted face.

"Just don't look!" Yunah affirmed, keeping her tight grip around Hyewon.

"It's disrespectful to others, you know?" Jeongeun joined the conversation supporting Chanelle.

Chanelle hugged jeoungeun nodding firmly to emphasize her speech.

"I don't care about you guys!" Yunah rolled her eyes before starting a sequence of pecks making the girls groan pushing them.

Hyewon laughed, loving the reactions and provocations, she loved to annoy her friends with her excess love for her girlfriend and vice versa.

“I'm going to need to steal your girl, Yunah.” Jiwoo pulled Hyewon, dragging her away from Yunah who made a huge drama trying to reach them, but was held back by Chanelle and Jeongeun.

“Give my girlfriend back!” Yunah shouted trying to break free.

After all this chaos, things started to get more serious and the girls were tense with the performance. Harin has always been very insecure about her abilities, even though many affirm that she is amazing and has a unique voice, she continues to doubt her potential and this hinders her performance on stage.

Being the sister of K-pop's greatest vocalist takes a heavy toll and it makes Hyewon very scared. People always compare her to Taeyeon, even though they are very different, she feels a lot more pressure having to be on stage and show that she is much more than Taeyeon's younger sister.

Chanelle has been friends with Hyewon long enough to know about her insecurities, so she always makes sure she is well and prepared.

“You can do well, don't worry.” Chanelle encouraged, fixing some strands that were on Hyewon's face.

“We will succeed!” She affirmed, more to herself than to Chanelle, and together they went to the stage.

Everything went well and there were no mistakes. Hyewon was radiant and super proud to have done a good job and managed to stay on the High, and thus could stay close to Yunah who was also on the High, not surprising anyone as her talent and potential were notable.

She came out of the shower still in disbelief that everything went right, it didn't seem real. She felt very safe with Sooyoung's presence who smiled very proudly and said that she did well. Her presence was very important.

Hyewon's tired eyes lighting up when she saw that Yunah was waiting for her in bed while reading a book very focused.

Smiling, Hyewon walked up to Yunah leaving a kiss on her cheek, lying with her head on her shoulder.

“Are you in a good mood again?” Yunah turned the page of the book, not paying much attention to Hyewon's presence there.

“I'm relieved that everything went right, even though I miss Chanelle a lot.” She made a small pout.

“It was obvious that everything would be fine, you are one of the best Hyewon. I really don't understand the reason for all this victimization.” Yunah sighed looking annoyed, her tone was also very hostile.

“I'm just insecure.” She murmured sadly, with a tightness in her heart.

"You're literally Taeyeon's sister, things come easy for you!" Another tightness.

"Don't say that! I want to be more than that and I want to be recognized for my talent and not because of my sister. Don't you realize how much this hurts me?" His tearful voice almost cracks as he notices that yunah doesn't seem sorry at all.

“If it's to talk about this I'd rather continue reading my book in silence.”

Once again Hyewon felt that tightness in her chest, it's not the first time that Yunah talks to her this way, but since it's something so sensitive for her to talk about, it was even more painful.

Carefully, Hyewon lay down next to her girlfriend and tried her best not to disturb her reading. A small tear, running down her cheek.

The next morning was like any other for Hyewon, Yunah woke up and treated her normally as if nothing had happened yesterday. This bipolar behavior of her girlfriend was very confusing and sometimes made her question if she was really loved, but she never brought this up in a conversation because Yunah can be very temperamental when her ego is hurt in a certain way.

“What are we going to do today?” Yunah asked while taking a shower.

Hyewon brushed her teeth peacefully. “Probably some mission? The program has already started, Yunah.” She said with some difficulty due to the amount of foam in her mouth.

“Wow, there’s no need for that rudeness!” She complained, turning off the shower. “You've been in an unbearable bad mood lately. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I’m sorry.” She rinsed her mouth, trying to ignore Yunah's suspicious look.

“Whatever.” She wrapped herself in a towel. “I just wanted to spend some alone time with you. It's been a long time since we've had our moments of affection.” She hugged her from behind, giving a few kisses on her shoulder.

“I think we won’t have free time for a long, also the program has rules and the “moments of affection” go against them.” She laughed softly when Yunah made a grumpy face.

“So you're telling me that we're going to have to pretend that we're not dating from now on?” She raised an eyebrow, moving away from hyewon and crossing her arms.

“What’s wrong? Rules are rules, baby.” She turned around, stretching her arm to touch her face, but Yunah backed away avoiding the touch. “Are you serious?”

“Don’t call me baby anymore. Get out of the bathroom.” She turned her back.

“What are you doing?” Asked really confused.

“Rules are rules, Hyewon. Just go out!” She raised her voice a bit.

“Fine.” She took her things, leaving the bathroom irritated.

Hyewon is very confused. She really doesn't understand what is happening with Yunah and the reason for all this bad mood. Yunah never takes things calmly and gets irritated when something doesn't work the way she wants, but this aggressive behavior only appears when Hyewon is the reason for her irritation, she's another person when it comes to her friends and that was the reason that made Hyewon fall in love with her. Yunah always say sorry, telling that she was stressed and mess up everything, hyewon always accepted and they comeback to the normal.

The fact is no matter what yunah do, hyewon will still loving her.

N/a: Thank u to read! I hope you really enjoyed it.

[chaescx]

Nicknames Illit love to call you (🎀)

Pairing: Illit x 6th member reader

Note: fluff, Maknae reader

YUNAH

— Shawty

— Yunah 169cm and the tallest/ giant of the group meanwhile you being just 155cm making you shortest.

— Yunah loves to tease you about your height never forgetting to compare either height or hand size anywhere anytime. Causing her to give you the name Shawty one time she even called you dwarf.

— to tease you even more anytime you pout she would pay your head and say. “Don’t worry, you’ll still grow more in the future”.

MINJU

— Crackhead no 2

— You and minju were both know as the crack heads/ mold maker of the group.

— Ever since fans started to call you both the crack head duo minju herself also started calling you Crack head no 2.

— She sometimes calls you My partner in crime.

MOKA

— Cutie pie

— Because of your chubby cheeks moka always tries to hold the feeling to squish your cheeks during Offical sessions.

— But off busy days Moka always makes sure to squish your cheeks at least 10 times.

— Plus being the maknae anything you did was considered cute to them. Eating, looking, sleeping, talking etc.

— Your cute demeanor made moka give you the nickname cutie pie.

WONHEE

— Maknae

— Up on though you’re the youngest member you often call Wonhee cute and poke her cheeks to tease her.

— Wonhee’s way to get you back I’d always calling you maknae and saying things you can’t do as a the maknae being only 14.

— She also always loved to remind you that she was 3yrs older than you making it like a ringtone to you.

IROHA

— Cat/Kitty

— One of the perks of being related to Kang Haerin is cat eyes. It was like cat eyes ran in the family.

— Although you always found them ugly and they were your insecurities iroha always complimented your eyes making you feel less insecure.

— She loves to point out the sharpness in your eyes and your cute cat face.

— She not only calls you a cat but also treats you like one.

[bellaaae]

✰𝐈𝐋𝐋’𝐈𝐓

𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐡 (🐆)

Yet to come!

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮 (🐰)

Yet to come!

𝐌𝐨𝐤𝐚 (☕️)

Yet to come!

𝐖𝐨𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐞 (🐿️)

Yet to come!

𝐈𝐫𝐨𝐡𝐚 (🐢)

Yet to come!

𝐘𝐧 (🐱)

Yn getting shocked at her maknae position [789k views]

ILLIT ABLINO MEMBER.. Hong YN

𝐎𝐭𝟔

Ill’it celebrating their debut with yn

[iisocore]

VICSID

| pairing : idol!noh yunah x fem!reader

| summary : idk 😭 yall arguing bc of yunah

| warnings : toxic, cursing, lowercase, not proofread

“why you gotta be so clingy?” yunah says, putting her phone down, and rolling her eyes. “like seriously, you can’t leave me alone for 10 minutes??” the look she gives you, as if you were one of her obsessive fans.

you look back at her, confused and dumbfounded. “what? i can’t want my girlfriend’s attention now?” you try to defend yourself, “this is the first time i see you in like, what? 4 weeks? so my bad if i miss you.”

it’s true, she has been gone for 4 weeks. but, you should’ve prepared yourself to be alone sometimes, after all, you knew what you were getting yourself into when you got in a relationship with an idol.

that statement is what ran through yunah’s brain at the very moment.

“fuck yn! you’re right. this is my first time off in weeks.” you start calming down, thinking she was about to agree with you. “so my bad if i want some time to myself” your heartbeat picks back up. “i don’t need a clingy bitch in my ear while i’m trying to relax.” she yells, going back to sit in the gaming chair.

you take a deep breath, in attempt to calm yourself back down. “get out.” you say with gritted teeth and glossy eyes. i mean, if you were such a “clingy bitch” why was she in your room, at your house?

yunah immediately snaps her head toward your direction, looking at you with both confusion and anger in her eyes. “what?” she said, adding a cocky smile and laugh to it.

“get out.” you repeat with a cracky voice, and a few tears rolling down your cheeks.

you see her smile falter, a loud sigh leaving her lips. “yn, you can’t be serious” she grips the arm of the chair, “you claim you missed me, and now you’re trying to kick me out? shit, now you’re clingy and indecisive? damn bitch, pick a struggle.” she says as she once again, gets out the chair and starts walking toward your figure.

you tried to clear your voice to sound more intimidating and serious, but god knows it didn’t work. “yunah i’m being so deadass. get the fuck out.” you manage to say while looking up at her.

she looks down at you, pure anger in her eyes. “don’t fucking cuss at me yn.” her eyes darkening with every word. “you think you’re so fucking big and bad, huh? you think you can tell me what to do right?”

no answer.

“fucking right yn!?” she pushes you on the bed. “you wanted my attention, right? well i’m giving it to you now. so fucking answer me.” she says with gritted teeth.

you push her back, and stand up “if you wanted to be alone why come to my house? if you wanted to be alone oh, so badly, why not lock yourself up in your bedroom at your dorm?” you say. “honestly yunah, i’m so fucking tired of you” you poke her chest with every word. “everytime i see you—which is rarely, we argue.” your tears are long gone by now, your voice is filled with pure anger. “so just get the fuck out and leave. me. alone.” you release the breath you didn’t know you were holding.

yunah’s eyes widen, taken aback by your words, she quickly tries to change your mind, saying things like “please baby, i’m sorry.” and “you know i didn’t mean that, i was just stressed.”

once she realized you weren’t changing your mind anytime soon a switch went off in her mind. “okay then yn, fuck you.” she picks up her phone and her bag that she had a few clothes in. “don’t text me or call me unless it’s to apologize.” she says walking to the front door.

“wasn’t thinking about it anyways.” you reply. once she leaves you lock the door and sigh.

(btw i have no idea what vicsid means)

ermmm my first story 🤓 reminder that i am nawt a professional 😭 so mb if this is straight ass (maybe i’ll do a part 2 if ppl care enough 😈)

[vex91]

R U Next? Masterlist

(f) - fluff, (a) - angst, (af) - angst + fluff, (s) - smut

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