#hwang yeji x reader

[yujification]

press your number — hwang yeji

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

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

wc: 2.4k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y-Yeah. Feels fine.”

Just fine.

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

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

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

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

“Am I getting better?”

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

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

“Freak. You’re counting?”

“It’s only an estimate.”

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

“Quality over quantity.”

Touché. Always witty, never afraid.

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

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

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

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

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

And it’s always that easy.

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

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

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

“Stop talking.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

It only doubles her reactions.

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You aren’t trying to embarrass her.

Of course not.

-

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

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

Goddamned pillow princess.

(You don’t mind.)

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

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

Is she even getting off on this?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She scoffs.

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

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

Yeji cocks her head. “Sure you can.”

“I can’t.”

“Do you…?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

She’s something else.

[bangchansdirty-slut]

The Half Sisters

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

Genre:Smut

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

More: Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[pupyuj]

gp itzy thoughts i beg cuz ur yuna one has me GIGGLING

i got you anon 😩😤😤 i personally view all of g!p itzy as subs (yes even ryujin don't fight me on this 🤭🤭) unless the scenario prompt is specific SO IT'S DOM READER TIME 😏 their names r color coded cuz some are longer than others i got a bit too into it 💀

that g!p yeji thought i posted a while ago is kinda perfect bcs it's just so her?? like to be so weak n pathetic when it comes to you :(( a little tease n baby is immediately rock hard, weakly asking for you to stop messing with her but secretly wanting for you to just,, ride her already 😭😭😭 she definitely likes being forced into having sex in like, public spaces 🤭 like she's saying "no stop (y/n) we can'tttt there's people here :((" but then why is she eagerly pounding into you while she's holding you up against the mirror in a changing room?? why isn't she doing anything other than sitting there n letting you jerk her off while you're in the movie theatre??? 🫢

lia's never beating the pillow princess allegations to me, even when she has a dick 🫡🫡 you're so pretty to her that she just wants to sit back and watch you do whatever you want to her with her cock :(( which ties into her voyeurism bcs she definitely gets off to the sight of you playing w your pussy in front of her,,, and n also in front of the mirror but like you're giving her a handjob n whispering dirty and borderline mean shit to her ear it gets her sooo horny you have no idea 😭😭😭 n she loves when u give her head bcs she can just look at your pretty face taking in her cock, she gets so proud :( big on praises during those moments but ultimately she's a slut for you 🫣

ryujin is kind of the tsundere-ish, pissy pants, big pride = big dick girl who hates being teased and played with but unfortunately you're a fucking brat 🤭 you're always groping her cock while people are around (they never notice), telling her things in her ear, wearing revealing clothing to rile her up, being touchy w people... but see, even if that makes ryujin pissed as hell she will not like, grab you and ruin you— no, that's what you do to her 👀 coming home from a party after flirting w the entire fucking house n ryujin is soooo mad 😭 like she's huffing, arms crossed and glaring at you while sitting on the bed as you're talking like nothing happened.. then you notice that look in her face n you laugh at her, making her even more mad 😭😭 but then you stand in between her legs and make her look up at you.. suddenly her eyes were the same as a puppy's?? like glossy and pleading while you're talking to her like, "d'you get jealous of that guy? c'mon, ryu, you know i only want your cock..." and "want me to prove it?" then she's nodding w a pout 🥺🥺🥺

making ryujin lay down on the bed to give her the best head of her life, one that pushes her to tears and has her seeing stars 🫠🫠 by the time you're riding her, she's crying bcs you feel so fucking good, like she's in literal disbelief over it 😩 sometimes the pleasure gets too much that ryujin will be so lost in her head while you're forcing orgasms out of her, but you're there to keep her grounded 🤭 leaning down to kiss her just to keep her eyes open and saying, "s-see, ryu?? fuck... i only want you..." she never doubted you ever again, but that didnt rlly stop you from just pissing her off anyway 😭

chaeryeong's reputation ain't the greatest bcs of her permanent rbf but that's what u love about her :( bcs she looks like this mean bitch who could kill anyone that thinks to approach you in a way she doesn't but u know how she is behind closed doors :(( she's your whiny baby who hides her face whenever you're touching her dick 😔 she's big on mommy kink and she's super polite 🥺🥺 always using 'please' whenever she wants to do something to you, or asking for your permission before coming she's the cutest 💔💔 and she looooves the collar + leash combo while fucking you from behind 😵‍💫 you pulling on the leash to bring her down, telling her to fuck you harder n then she's moaning "mommy!" in your ear the closer she gets to coming it makes her feel crazyy 😩

yuna is the type that can't keep her hands or her dick off of you 😭😭 she's always touching you and finds all the ways to feel your ass on her cock whether by sitting you down on her lap or hugging you from behind 😵‍💫 quickies happen a lot bcs again, she's just so addicted to the way your pussy clenches around her cock she literally cannot go a day without fucking you :(( so being apart from you is hard, sex wise!!!! she gets so pouty n she complains a lot,,, sends you photos and videos while you're away, and PHONE SEX!!!!! but it's never enoughhhh 😔😔 when you come back however.. be prepared for an entire day of fucking bcs yuna will literally not let you go anywhere once you're back with her 😭 yuna immediately pulling you to the bedroom as soon as you step inside her house :(( undressing you swiftly, pulling you to her lap to have you ride her cock for god knows how long 😵‍💫😵‍💫 her cum filling you up for hours but neither of you stopping bcs her cock and your pussy are just.. the perfect match 😔😚😚

[newjeansgirlfriend]

letters i’ll never send

a collection of letters, from yn.

hate you (love you) — kang haerin, newjeans

love me (hate me) — nakamura kazuha, le sserafim

miss me — choi yerim, loona/artms

always and forever — ha sooyoung, loona

cat and mouse — hwang yeji, itzy

eternal — kim minji, newjeans

tell me how to stop loving you — ryujin, itzy

[the-roo-too]

roller coaster -> spiderwoman! hwang yeji

-it’s always a good idea to have a medic student nearby

warnings: blood; injuries; badly written fighting scene

genre: hurt/comfort

notes: because i love my wife and bet on me was a total slay

(ᕒ◺⎈◿ᓬ)

with a low grunt, her body collided with the cold wall. yeji pushed herself back quickly, trying to catch the stupid goblin off guard. he was cackling, clearly amused with her struggles.

„not so fly now, little spidey?” he jumped onto his glider, readying another couple pumpkin bombs. she jumped and swung herself to the side, crossing paths with the green goblin. she used one of her web shooters to attack the left wing. it didn’t do much, although he lost balance and jumped back to the ground. as she was readying her next attack, he ran at her, forcing her close to the wall.

“you’re getting on my nerves now…” he gritted out, although his famous sinister smile stayed etched on his face. ignoring the remark, yeji tried to come up with a quick backup plan. it was a bit risky, but she shoot her webs at the approaching glider, pulling it towards the two of them.

“burn in hell.” she gritted out before sliding down between his legs and running away. she jumped down from the roof just as the explosion happened. shooting one of her webs to hoist herself up on a balcony, she brought her hand to the earpiece between her torn mask.

“goblin went boom.” she said into the intercom. after a couple seconds chaeryeong, her ‘girl in the chair’, connected with her.

“yeah, i saw. you think he’s dead?”

she glanced up at the smoke enflures rooftop. “no. they don’t die that easily.”

she heard the small hum of the other girl. “get to headquarters safe.”

“i’ll try.”

with that, yeji lowered herself to the ground. while she technically could get to the tower in her suit, it was ripped in many pieces, making her fear if her face was visible. she jumped down to an alley and searched for her school bag she threw there at the start of the fight. inside were her casual clothes, so the hoodie she had on earlier and some jeans. she got changed quickly, hidden by the shadows of the alley. on when she put on the hoodie did she feel the burning pain in her side. hesitantly, yeji brought up her hand to her face.

“shit…”

(ᕒ◺⎈◿ᓬ)

stumbling upon the empty streets, she cursed herself for thinking getting to the tower by foot would be better. screw the ripped mask, she was barely moving with the bleeding gash on her side. it was hard to pinpoint when exactly she got it, but the goblin definitely did her a number.

yeji winced as her body collided with the harsh ground for yet another time this evening. maybe she would just sleep for a couple minutes…

(ᕒ◺⎈◿ᓬ)

her eyes fluttered open when she felt her arm being lifted. she saw mostly blurred shapes, but something that appeared to be a person stood out to her.

“d-don’t touch me…” yeji demanded weakly. the person froze for a second before sighing quietly.

“do not move miss, you’ve lost a lot of blood.” the figure said. it turned it’s head towards her but the face was unrecognisable in her state. “i’m a medicine student, please let me help…”

even if she tried to struggle, her body easily succumbed to the warm arms of her saviour. her eyes closed when the person lifted her up. a small whimper slipped from her lips when the figure touched her wounded side by accident.

“fuck, i’m sorry. i-i’ll help you miss, i promise…”

she hummed weakly. she couldn’t go with some random student, especially at night. though the person’s arms were so nice to lay in…

“it’s okay… everything’s gonna be okay…”

(ᕒ◺⎈◿ᓬ)

yeji always hated sleeping on her couch, it made her back sore. this time, she didn’t mind it at all. the couch had a nice scent to it, coffee-ish with something sweet. she almost didn’t want to open her eyes, until she remembered nothing smelled like that in the headquarters.

her eyes flew open at the sound of something ceramic hitting a wooden table. she looked to the side, wincing at the pain that immediately engulfed her.

“no no, don’t do that! i gave you some painkillers but you’re still a little drowsy..” yeji looked up, finally seeing her saviour eye to eye. she sighed in relief noticing that the face wasn’t familiar.

though that didn’t make the girl in front of her any less breathtaking. her face suddenly felt hot as she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the pretty girl.

the figure in question frowned. “you’re red, did you get a fever? i though you were good earlier…” she muttered, glancing around for what yeji could only assume was a thermometer.

“i’m good…” she was surprised at how hoarse her voice sounded. she tried to concentrate on forming her next question before she accidentally leaned on her wound, making her yelp.

“easy…” the girl helped her roll to a more comfortable position and waited, as if knowing yeji would have many questions. she picked up one of the cups that stood on the wooden table. there was steam coming from both of them and a pleasant citruish smelll. she gestured to the cups. “the other one is for you.”

“…how long was i out?” she lost connection with the tower, the rest of the team will kill her.

“a couple hours. definitely not enough for your body to rest, but i think you regained some strength.”

“and… how bad is the wound?”

the student hummed in thought. “its not fatal- because i patched it up- but i don’t think you should be moving around too much.”

she looked at the girl again. she seemed awfully calm despite bringing a potentially dangerous person to her house in the middle of the night.

“don’t.. don’t you have any questions?”

“you don’t act high or drunk, so i can assume you got into a fight willingly. i won’t question your motives, wether you tried to beat someone up for a book or a guy.”

“…could i use a phone?” yeji wasn’t expecting the girl to take out her phone, unlock it and hand it over to her.

“i’ll be making food if you need me.” she walked away to some countertop, now being away from earshot.

yeji took the device and typed in a number. the call rang for a while before the loud voice of her senior sounded through.

“good morning, park co, how may we help you?”

“jihyo?” the line went silent for a second.

“hwang? where the fuck are you?”

“i’ll send you a pin…” the older girl immediately hung up and yeji winced internally, preparing herself for the scolding she’d get at the headquarters. she sent her location to the number before deleting the contact from the student’s phone.

“um, i called a friend and she’ll come to pick me up, okay?” she yelled.

“sure!”

(ᕒ◺⎈◿ᓬ)

“…when you said a friend would pick you up, i wasn’t expecting a limousine…” the girl uttered out making yeji snicker lightly. she was leaning partially on the student for support as both of then waited for the ‘friend’ to arrive.

a black limousine parked in front of them, out getting park jihyo, the ceo of park co, and her right hand woman, yoo jeongyeon. both girls glanced firstly st yeji, the older one looking worried while the ceo had a stone cold expression. jihyo then turned to the girl and took out a stack of bills.

“thank you for taking care of my friend, we apologise for the inconvenience.” she muttered, forcing the money into her hands.

“no, it was no problem-!” jeongyeon took yeji by the shoulder to help her inside the car. the wounded girl turned around for a split second and quickly slipped a piece of paper on top of the stack.

“call me.” she whispered softly and the doors closed behind her. the limousine drove away, leaving the poor (rich actually) student confused.

(ᕒ◺⎈◿ᓬ)

[vex91]

Hwang Yeji - I'm sorry

Pairing: Hwang Yeji x Female Reader

Fandom: Itzy

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: Reader is Yeji's gf and 6th!member of itzy. Lately reader has been stressed about their recent comeback and has been distant towards Yeji but still good w/ the other members. Yeji is hurt and confused by this and tries to confront reader but reader ends up snapping on her, making yeji cry. You can take it from there. Fluff ending please

Summary: With Itzy's sudden hate train all of the members started getting discouraged but it seemed like the hate affected you the most which caused you to pull away from your girlfriend with no explanation.

A/N: I want to punch the reader for making Yeji cry but I'll stop myself😒 Thanks for requesting❤

3rd's POV

Who could have thought that the Checkmate album would be such a hard time for your group. You and your members never would have thought that one album could gather such a big hate and honestly it shocked you that all the people who called themselves Midzys could just hate any of the members like that but unfortunately it happened. Your whole group started getting lots of hate but for some reason the hate was bigger for you.

You weren't sure what you did to deserve it but the hate for you alone seemed to grow bigger everyday and the busy schedules you had after the release of your album only helped in stressing you out more. Even time you spend with your girlfriend that always made you feel safe, relaxed and loved started being too much for you. Mostly because the hate that you've got was mostly from Yeji stans who were jealous of the time you've spend with her so you distanced yourself, hoping that the hate will lessen.

Well it didn't and not only it affected you more but Yeji also started feeling even more down because of how you avoided her, especially since she noticed that it was only with her. You seemed fine with the other members and it hurt her, it made her feel like she did something wrong. After this continuing for 2 weeks Yeji decides to confront you.

She managed to find you alone in your room because Yuna who normally stayed there was out with Chaeryeong. You were in the middle of studying English when you heard door opening and closing. You looked up and froze when you saw Yeji with a serious expression looking at you. You gulped nervously before looking back at your notes, it only made Yeji more frustrated "Oh come on, you will ignore me even now?" You closed your eyes, trying to keep calm "Why can't you even look at me huh? Did you really stopped caring about me at all?" This made you snap. You stood up and turned around, looking at Yeji with a pained expression.

"Can you stop it? Can't I have a single peaceful moment for myself in this dorm? I'm so done with all of this" You yelled in the heat of the moment but when you heard a sob leaving your girlfriend's lips, you looked up. Your expression immediately softened at the sight of tears streaming down Yeji's cheeks and guilt quickly ate you up. No matter how stressed you got you shouldn't take it out on her, especially since she never did on you.

You sighed as you walked over to her and opened your arms for her. She hesitated but still hugged you tightly "I'm sorry baby. I shouldn't take my anger out on you like that and being stressed is not an excuse" You said as she cried into your chest. When she started calming down she pulled away from you slightly "Why did you avoid me?" You looked down in shame "I wanted to try and lessen the hate that I was getting from people because of how close we were" You mumbled but Yeji heard it perfectly.

Of course she was still a little hurt by your behavior but she couldn't be mad at you when all you did was trying to escape the intense hate that you've got. She couldn't just be mad at you because she understood how hard it was for both of you. So she pulled into her chest and kept you close as you cried into her chest, letting everything you've kept for yourself out. Of course you had lots of making up to do later but first Yeji wanted to help you sort out your feelings and thoughts.

[babeeangel]

hey!! i was wondering if you could do sitting on itzy’s lap headcanons? kinda like your recent skz one ^ thank u <3

LITERALLY A YEAR AFTER i'm soo so sorry, maybe u don't even use your acc anymore, maybe you're not even a midzy who knows ?! I just stopped writing for a year, but when i came back to it, your request was still inspiring. I hope you like this, lovely anon <3 (it's acc worse than a year, it's 14 months lol)

Other verions: Yeji - Lia - Ryujin - Chaer - Yuna

sitting on itzy's lap out of habit.

Yeji - 422 words - fluff

Each member will be published separately (over the course of few days, i just need to finish writing one girl) because the post would be too long otherwise For a little twist it won't be exactly like skz, I'll make it "sitting on their lap as it is a habit of yours". Hope u like it and i hadn't forgotten u <3 lots of love

Yeji: would play along with it, hugging you from behind, until she'll realize what she's actually doing. Then she'd have a sudden moment of realization, and ask what you're doing here. Seeing how relaxed you are, she'd go back to her activities, accepting her fate, maybe even enjoying it. 

"Neeext". The monotonous voice of the make-up artist resonated in the busy waiting room, and despite all the noise and movement, the seat previously occupied by Lia found a new model. As everyone got swift and active, preparing for the showcase, you were the only calm one. Maybe, obviously actually, it was because you weren't involved in it, so the stress couldn't get to you. Itzy were the ones getting ready. Each member was immersed in something, and the professional staff too. Make-up, hairdos, outfits checks. The room was as busy as an anthill. Apart from you, only one girl was now calm: Yeji. She was peacefully scrolling through her phone, one remaining hair clip in her hair. She barely paid attention to her surroundings. She had been the first to get readied up, so she was enjoying left over time to destress and get her mind on something else. 

๑

"Sooorry? Sorry !" Yeah... Obviously when in a busy room, people like you, just standing in the middle, get in the way of others. If you were gonna stay here with your friends and be useless, at least don't be bothersome. So while excusing yourself, you walked towards the couchy bench Yeji was sitting on. As she was the only one done, the whole bench was empty. But without even thinking about it, you walked up to her, laying your hands on her shoulders, and sat on her lap. She looked up startled. This had forced her to lift her eyes from her phone. And as she realized what just happened, a pinkish color started filling up her cheeks. 

"Uhmm-h-hey what's up? What are you doing?" 

"Uhm, sitting ?" You answered naturally, unbothered, not even realizing how awkward Yeji had gotten. "What are you even doing on your phone ? Sending bubbles to MIDZY? I swear you're always thinking about them~" you continued, clueless. Your body was perpendicular to her's. And while you still latched on to her shoulders, looking down to her phone screen, she stared at you right in the eyes for a couple seconds, while you remained unfazed. "Yes I do love them" she finally replied, lifting her phone up again and getting back to typing. "You wouldn't need to get jealous though”.

A\N is this good ? I really liked this request, which was my second ever request i got so i was over the moon, but for some reason i had stopped writing. I think it was because i was very busy in April of 2022. I had exams etc, and i never came back to it ! Until i had an awakening again, this April of 2023. Idk why. Who knows, maybe in a month i'll get bored of writing again (i wish not). But the idea of starting to write again came to me in late December. So basically this project is all over the place, but it's fun ~ ( i was writing the headcanons in a lodge in Hwange hahahah). Will my BLLK followers mind me posting this ? K-pop stans and animes fans are cousins anyways <3

[fizzydrink698]

chemistry | yeji

kinktober day 6: mirror sex

pairing: hwang yeji x reader

word-count: 4.5k

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

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

summary:

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

You hated it. And her.

You really hated her.

Five, six, seven, eight.

You hated her.

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

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

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

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

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

Ugh, fuck her.

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

Anything could be traced back to Yeji. Anything.

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

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

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

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

Hyunjin?

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

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

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

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

Why was she everywhere?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This fact was only made more obvious by The Mirror.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You hated it. And her.

You really hated her.

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

Yeji was waiting for you inside.

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

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

For you, apparently.

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

You froze.

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

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

“Do I?”

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

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

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

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

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

Enough, apparently.

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

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

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

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

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

“No, thanks,” you retorted bitterly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Because I like you, you fucking dumbass.”

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

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

You choked, spluttering. “What?”

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

“I am not obsessed with you–”

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

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

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

In front of…

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

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

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

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

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

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

Emboldened by it, she leaned in and kissed you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So horribly, unfairly pretty.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She grinned wider. “I know.”

Your face burned.

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

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

“OK, fair-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Still, Yeji’s seriousness gave you pause.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeji raised an eyebrow, but nodded once, understanding.

And then, her smirk deepened.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She suddenly laughed, just a little, breathless.

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

[silantryoo]

hwang yeji x platonic?non-idol!reader (angst)

WARNINGS ; broken friendship, lowkey toxic

yeji did it again.

it was the fourth time in a row that she had promised you that she would make it this time. a hangout planned for eleven pm ended up with you sitting on the floor at four am watching legally blonde on your tv.

you sighed, putting away the food that you had specifically ordered for that night.

you pulled out your phone.

y/n ^^: she didn’t make it again

baby lia: i’ll talk to her

y/n ^^: don’t bother. i give up.

baby lia: don’t say that… she’s still your friend (read @4:12am)

yeji woke up with a headache, her shoulders sore from sleeping in an odd position. practice had ended later than she had expected last night, around twelve am. too tired to think about anything except sleep, she rushed to bed without checking her phone.

the leader walked downstairs, finding jisu wrapped in a blanket, sitting on the couch.

jisu looked over to yeji as she made her way to the kitchen.

“you did it again,” jisu announced, garnering yeji’s attention.

yeji sent her a look of confusion, not understanding what the girl meant. “what are you talking about?”

“with y/n.” jisu sighed, burying herself further into the cocoon she made. “yesterday?”

yeji stared at the girl blankly, still harboring some resentment towards her for somehow getting closer to you than she had. she sighed, trying to shake the feeling off as she tried to figure out what jisu meant.

“oh shit. i forgot.” yeji scratched her head, ignoring jisu rolling her eyes. “is she upset?”

“obviously.” jisu scoffed. the reason that you two had become close was because yeji would bail so much so seeing you cry over the girl made jisu upset, naturally.

still, yeji was her teammate, her family. just because she was stupid didn’t mean jisu hated her or wanted you to give up on her.

“yeji,” jisu started, watching as yeji pulled out her phone to text you. “i don’t think she’s giving you any more chances.”

yeji squinted her eyes. how could jisu possibly know that? “you have no idea what you’re talking about.”

jisu frowned as her face hardened. she knew yeji would immediately get defensive, especially over you. she sat up. “yeji, she said she gave up.”

“she’s just saying that to hurt me.” yeji closed her phone before she could text you, too angry at the girl in front of her.

“it should,” jisu told her, laying back down.

she ignored the leader’s glare, hearing her stomp into the kitchen. it was on yeji to not believe her. jisu was the one who told her multiple times in the past about occurrences like this. she was the one who bailed yeji out before. there was no reason for her to lie this time.

a couple minutes passed, and no one was yet wake except for jisu and yeji.

“do you,” yeji started, too scared to hear the answer to her question. she leaned on the door frame. “do you think she actually gave up on me?”

“i would if i was her.” jisu shrugged. she watched as yeji’s face fell. “you haven’t exactly been the best friend.”

managing to convince jisu to give her a ride, yeji showed up at your door an hour later, a bouquet of gardenias in her hand. she had been wanting an excuse to give you flowers as of late, yet she didn’t know why.

she stared at your door as she knocked. she needed to fix this. she didn’t know how she would, but she needed to. she couldn’t lose you, not now, not ever.

the idol shook her head. the thought of you out of her life almost made her cry on the spot.

you opened the door, face stained with tears as you glared at the person in front of you. she felt her heart ache as your eyes hardened.

“why are you here?” you asked harshly.

“i missed yesterday.” yeji offered a small smile as you led her inside. she took off her shoes, still holding onto the flowers. “i’m sorry.”

“yeah, whatever.” you scoffed, not turning around to look at her.

she frowned. usually, you’d forgive her and it would end up with the two of you hanging out for the day. “i said i was sorry. practice ran late last night.”

“you said that last time.” you quickly turned around, stopping in her tracks. you looked at her confused face. “and you know that you could always ask to leave earlier, right?”

“it doesn’t work like that.” yeji looked into your eyes, almost as if she was begging you.

she studied your face, seeing if there was any way she could redeem herself.

“why aren’t you forgiving me?” yeji whispered, still confused.

“because,” you swallowed, struggling to keep your facade up. you were hurt. really really hurt. “you only come over when you know that i’m about to give up.”

yeji watched as you quickly wiped the tears that you tried to hold in. she picked at the ribbon on the bouquet, hating the fact that she caused this again. she was the reason you were crying, again.

“that’s not true.” yeji denied, trying to step closer to you.

“yes, it is!” you shouted, backing away quickly. your facade was breaking, and it was breaking fast.

you chuckled, pointing at the flowers in her hands. “i mean, you literally got flowers for me. you don’t do that.”

yeji looked away. she had always wanted to do this for you, but never did. she didn’t know why she did it now.

“i’ve known you for eleven years, yeji.” you shook your head. you took a seat on the sofa. “you don’t do that.”

she followed your lead, taking a seat beside you. yeji watched as more tears went down your face. slowly, she grabbed your hand, rubbing her thumb over your knuckles.

“i’m sorry i’ve been so busy lately.” she explained with a soft voice. “with the tour coming up, and the albums coming out… you know how it is with us.”

you nodded, relief filling yeji’s chest. she tried to look into your eyes again, but all she saw were more tears falling.

“so why do you keep making promises you know you can’t keep?” the air out of yeji’s lungs disappeared as she heard your voice crack. you pulled your hand away from hers and looked at her with something that she’s never seen from you before.

heartbreak.

yeji took a deep breath, trying her best not to get emotional. she knew what she was doing wasn’t right. it wasn’t good for either of you, especially you. but she needed you to stay. she needed you.

“yeji…” she nodded for you to continue. you swallowed dryly. “i think, i think we shouldn’t be friends anymore.”

the idol gripped the flowers, her ears suddenly ringing.

“what?”

you looked away, not wanting to watch her as she started crying. “i can’t wait for someone who never shows up.”

“i can change!” yeji grabbed your hands, now full-on crying. she can’t lose you, not like this. “i can be a better f-friend.”

“no, not right now you can’t.” you shook your head, watching the gardenias closely as the idol’s tears fell on them. “you’re too busy for me, and you know that.”

“i can make time.” yeji would do anything to make you stay. she would keep her promise. she had to.

“like you are now?” you looked up at her, your eyes as bloodshot as hers. slowly, you pull away, wiping your tears as you stood up from the couch. “it doesn’t matter. i’ve already made my mind up.”

“what do you mean it doesn’t matter?” yeji stood up, shouting at you. “of course it does!”

everything you did mattered to her. you were her reason and her inspiration, just like she was yours, the reason she tried so hard in everything in life. losing you would be like losing the sun.

“if it mattered, you would’ve shown up.” you whispered, your head hanging low as you walked towards the entrance door. she followed closely behind. “right now, your work is your priority. i can’t be friends with someone who over-prioritizes something and under-prioritizes me.”

yeji held back a sob. she hated how you were right, and she hated that you didn’t believe she would change.

“please, i…”

yeji didn’t know what she was going to say, or why it hurt so much to stop herself from saying it.

“just leave, yeji.” you shook your head, glancing at the door. “it doesn’t matter anymore.”

“it does!” her voice cracked, the gardenias fully soaked. “stop saying that!”

yeji sobbed into her arm, her mind distressed from the thought of losing you. she hated herself for not fighting at all. she hated that she didn’t try harder. if she had, none of this would have happened. she could still admire you right next to her.

now, she was here. and you were there.

your eyes were trained onto your feet. you refused to look at her, knowing that you’d change your mind instantly after seeing her in a state like that. you needed to stand your ground. for you.

“yeji, please.” you whispered, her sobbing not dying down any time soon. “we’re both tired. just leave… please.”

she nodded, gripping the flowers as she tried to calm herself. you heard the door slam and watched as your tears fell onto the ground. you guys were done. there was no more yeji in your life.

you cover your mouth, trying to hold back the sobs that you held in so tightly.

> main masterlist.

[winter-dayz]

Anonymous

Pairing: Hwang Yeji x Reader Secret Santa Genre: Fluff Words: 856

Masterlist | 12 Days of Ficmas Masterpost

Taglist:  @soobin-chois

You had absolutely no idea what you were going to get Yeji for Christmas. You had hoped to get literally anyone else for your work’s game of Secret Santa, but there you were walking around the mall looking for a gift for the girl you’d been crushing on for months now.

Feeling the pressure of finding the perfect gift for Yeji, you wandered through the bustling mall, desperately trying to come up with ideas. Your mind raced with thoughts of what might impress her and make her finally notice your feelings.

You decided to stop by a trendy boutique, thinking that a sweater or scarf might be a safe bet. The store was filled with stylish options but nothing seemed quite right. You mulled over the choices, uncertain about how your fashion tastes compared to hers.

After some contemplation, you decided to take a different approach. You remembered Yeji mentioning her love for music and how she enjoyed discovering new artists. This sparked an idea, and you headed to a nearby music store. As you browsed through the CDs and vinyl records, you stumbled upon an album from one of her favorite bands.

Passing by a jewelry store, you noticed a dainty necklace in the window. You couldn’t help but picture Yeji in it and the next thing you knew, you were exiting the store with another gift in hand.

🎄

Suddenly, you were thankful you’d gotten another gift at the mall the other day. As you worked on a last minute project at your desk, you overheard how Yeji had received the vinyl album from a friend the other day and she absolutely loved it.

Which was good and bad because it meant you actually did do a great job at shopping, but also sucked because it meant that it was no longer a viable gift option. The office Christmas party was later that night, and although the necklace was lovely, you worried it wasn’t enough.

On your lunch break, you found a nearby store and wasted thirty minutes of precious eating time on trying to find a replacement gift. You aimlessly wandered the store, searching for anything that would be good enough.

Just as you were prepared to give up and leave, you came across a set of stuffed alpacas that just somehow made sense.

🎄

You sat in the parking lot of your work, trying to neatly wrap the gifts inside the tight confines of your car. You’d clasped the necklace around one of the alpacas and settled for using a gift bag and tissue. You wrote a quick, sweet, anonymous message on the card.

It took you another twenty minutes to work up the nerve to go inside.

As you entered the office Christmas party, you couldn't help but feel a mix of nervous excitement. The festive atmosphere enveloped the room with colorful decorations and holiday music. Spotting the beautifully adorned Christmas tree, you carefully placed your gift underneath, making sure it blended in with the others.

You kept an eye out for Yeji, too nervous to talk to her yet. When they announced it was time to open gifts, you felt like you could throw up in anticipation. It was finally her turn; you held your breath, hoping the alpaca and necklace combo would bring a smile to her face.

Yeji opened the gift, and a look of delighted surprise crossed her face as she pulled out the alpacas. She giggled about how cute they were, holding one under each arm. The small, fluffy creatures seemed to captivate her, and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. Then, her gaze shifted to the necklace, and her eyes widened in appreciation. You noticed a hint of a blush on her cheeks, and your heart skipped a beat.

The party continued with laughter, music, and festivities. You found yourself engaged in conversations, trying to act casual, all the while stealing glances at Yeji from across the room. The knowledge that you had managed to find something that she appreciated filled you with a warm sense of accomplishment. You watched with adoration as she carried around one of the alpacas tucked under her arm.

🎄

When the night drew to a close, you debated whether to reveal yourself as her Secret Santa. However, the anonymity added an extra layer of excitement to the whole experience. You decided to cherish the moment, savoring the fact that you had made her Christmas a little brighter without her knowing.

You paused as you were about to enter your car, noticing a note tucked into the driver’s window. You plucked it from its temporary home and opened it up.

“Thank you for the gifts, Y/N. I know you were trying to keep it anonymous, but I couldn’t pretend like I didn’t recognize your handwriting. Merry Christmas and call me - ♥️ ###-####”

Your heart pounded inside your chest, and you glanced around. Across the parking lot, Yeji smiled brightly as she entered her car. She waved slightly and then drove off. You stood shocked for a moment longer before getting in your own car and heading home.

[yujification]

its the lsrm anon back jangmanfka but listen you reposted yeji and i have to speak my truth, that woman makes me FERAL! she screams gentlewoman who will not do the first move bc she’s just so respectful and patient, giving her sloppy head or riding her like crazy i- i need her softly saying thank you after that!

idk if u meant g!p but take it anyway i’m in a mood

cw: g!p, praise

she’s so soft & sweet like i know the praise goes crazy ??? she comes so quick and tells you that she loves you while she’s still inside, pumping you full of her cock while quite literally on the verge of tears 😵‍💫 feels so good and baby just isn’t used to being treated like that, but you make her feel great and you’re so wet and tight for her it makes her lose it when you clench around her GODDDD “you take me so well, baby, i love you,” while she’s balls deep ??? she moves super slowly too, she doesn’t want to hurt you even if it feels good to do so ykwim? she wants you to enjoy yourself because she’s just lucky that you like her as much as she likes you …

+ her moans are sooo pretty ,,, all throaty and almost akin to a growl?? all up in ur ear while you ride her, her tip bulging against ur stomach while she whimpers into the crook of your neck 😭

[yejisid]

Yeji trying to get gamer, dom reader off the game so she flashes the reader and it leads to something more.

Attention- Hwang yeji x dom reader.

Sexual scenes and swearing!

Attention, that’s what Yeji yearned for after days of being too busy to even see you. But of course, you weren’t going to give her want she wanted too easily. You enjoyed watching her beg and pout till she finally had to express what she wanted by using her words.

“Y/n?” Yeji opened the door with the key you gave her to your apartment. “Y/n!” Silence was the only response she got.

“I’m gaming!” You finally got the concentration to shout back. Yeji sighed, knowing that you would not give her attention anytime soon. Because once you started your game, you had no plans to get off it. But once again, Yeji was determined to get what she wanted, attention.

“I haven’t seen you in so long!” She busted into your room, plopping onto your bed. “I know, it feels like forever.” You mumbled, eyes being glued to your game. Yeji put one foot onto your lap, trying to draw you in closer. You quickly give her a glance, and snap your head back to your game. 

“Baby, get off the game, I was waiting for this all day.” She got out of bed and made her way closer to your chair. “It can wait princess.” You ignored her trying to hide your grin.

“Oh? It can wait?” She mimicked you. “You weren’t the one saying that last night.”

“Oh yeji, I will be there soon I promise.” But she did not need you soon, she needed you now. She carefully started to strip off her clothing right in front of the tv. You couldn’t help but give in to at least one touch of her boobs before putting your attention back onto the game. “Move.” You slapped her ass.

“Look at me for one second, and I can convince you to get off the game.” And so, you obeyed your goddess. Yeji undid her bra, and crawled into your lap. Your eyes were glued onto her chest. “You like that baby? I need you daddy, my body needs you.” She tilted your chin upwards so you stare into her eyes. And that, that was when she knew she had your attention, grinning as you gently suck on her breasts.

AU NOTE: Hey guys! This is my first time writing smut, so I left the rest to your imagination😏but if you do want me to write full length smuts, let me know!

[pupyuj]

lately ive been thinking abt mommy yeji

dk if anon meant like a sugar mommy but i'm doing it anyway cuz yeji.. 🤤🤤🤤

ykw anon!! ur so right‼️‼️‼️ she would be a soft dom mommy ofc ☺️ and she's almost like a real girlfriend too,, 🫣🫣 she's always sending you sweet texts, spoiling you w presents and money even when you don't ask for them, and she takes so much care of you in bed ☹️ slow beginnings, soft touches, and even softer kisses... but when she gets going, she really fucks you good 😭😭

going shopping for toys with her and her letting you choose,, "pick one, (y/n). tell me which one you'd love for me to use on you." she would literally say that out loud with a sweet smile on her face, not at all bothered by the sideways glance everybody else in the shop gave her or the way your cheeks heated up to the point where you had to fan yourself 😭😭 as soft as she is, she's pretty bold???? like as soon as you've picked a toy that catches your eye she would be like, "that's pretty... do you want to try it out right now?" again, she would ask while smiling like wtf is wrong with herjsjfdifjk 😭 but like maybe ur not rlly the exhibitionist type so you politely refuse, and yeji would absolutely respect your boundaries!!

mmmfhsjfjdkf yeji's favorite thing being sitting on her bed and watching as you fucked yourself onto her strap... slapping your ass, spreading your cheeks, and slamming you down?? she so wishes that she had a dick bcs oh she would just breed you every chance she gets!! and she praises you so much too ☹️☹️ esp when she's edging you and you're begging her for release,, she doesn't let you come ofc but she's so sweet about it that you can't help but be okay w holding back for hours on end 🫣🫣🫣

yeji having you warm up her fingers while sitting on her lap :((( and she's busy talking to someone over the phone so you can't make a single sound or else both of you will be in trouble!! but it's so hard to keep yourself completely silent bcs yeji knew exactly which spots to hit,, mmmdjdskfjsk her eventually making you sit on top of her desk, legs spread wide open for her,,, and she fingers you while still talking 🫠🫠 having to cover ur mouth with ur own hand bcs you rlly can't take it 😔 being brought to tears bcs you wanted to come so bad but you didn't want to make yeji upset ☹️‼️‼️ but like, she finally ends the call and moves her fingers in an insane pace???

"so sorry, i got held up, honey... but don't worry now." 🫠🫠 hugging yeji as you came all over her fingers,,, and hiding your face from view bcs she always liked to tease you about completely soaking her hand w your cum 😭😭

aftercare w her is so ☹️☹️☹️ LIKE, yeji just prepares a warm bath for you and joins you, making you sit in between her legs, hugging you close, and kissing your shoulders,, promising to reward you generously for being such a good girl 🫠🫠💓

[jihyology]

PERMANENT FAKES,, hwang yeji.

WARNINGS: implications of hickeys, y/n spits out their drink, fake tattoos, yuna is scheming, somewhat suggestive?

requested by 🍜 anon! i made it somewhat suggestive to an extent, as I’ve never written smut before, I’m sorry about that! I hope you like it!!

“right, y/n, I have a question,” yuna sighed, her eyes looking to you, the sandwich she was previously biting down on now replaced with the inside of her cheek. she sat adjacent to you, ryujin to her right, and chaeryeongs empty seat to her left.

your eyebrows raised with question, and your mouth continued with its eating. after a second, you swallowed your food, reaching along the table to get your drink, while your throat constricted into a small cough.

“go ahead, yuns,” you hummed, as your hands went to work on unscrewing the cap of your bottle. yeji sat beside you, to your right, curiously cupping her hand on her jaw.

yunas eyes caught yours before flickering along to a spot on your neck, placed just beneath your jaw.

ryujin blinked, her eyebrows drawing together in question.

“why do you have a false tattoo on your neck?-“ she paused, tapping onto a mirror of the spot on her own neck. “-I mean, you always have one, and it changes like every week.” her lips drew together a tad, and her words sparked a gleam of interest in the girl beside hers eye.

yeji stilled the tapping on her cheek, and yuna noticed the newfound contrast it had to her unusually pale face. your body froze, going limp for a second long enough for your nose to bump the rim of your drink; and for a barricade to form inside your throat, mid swallow, diverting the liquid into the wrong tube.

sparks of your drink spat from any side of your mouth it could, and the occupants of the table jolted in shock. yeji regained her motion, pulling one of her hands to tug the bottle from your mouth, and the other to pat your back. ryujins mouth pinched together, and her cheeks puffed with concealed laughs.

yunas mouth was open in shock, but her nose flared in amusement, and her chest jolted with silent, stunned, giggles. within the chaos, you, nor anyone else, had noticed chaeryeongs figure approaching the table, her hand buried within tissue. only when she placed her unoccupied hand softly on yejis shoulder did anyone notice her.

“here you go,” she quietly spoke, her face painted in concern. the hwang woman softly smiled in thanks, unravelling the papers from chaeryeongs palm.

the darker haired girl let a small smile of dismissal, but her eyes soon travelled when yeji moved your head to face her.

your mouth was open, and your cheeks tuned themselves to portray your embarrassment. yeji took no notice, tearing the tissues and handing some to both yuna and ryujin, who quickly muttered their appreciation. the two girls shared a look, and enthusiastically pulled chaeryeong to tell her what had happened.

happily noticing the attention wasn’t on you, yeji tore some more paper from the remaining bunch. her left palm cupped your jaw, pulling it up to meet her face from where you had kept it tilted downwards. she smiled, some of the tissue weaved within her middle, pointer, and ring fingers. her hand moved to the hair that was covering your face, and brushed it behind your ears.

you didn’t speak, and your eyes silently watched yejis movements. she hummed, readjusting the tissues and softly patting the liquid from the places surrounding your mouth. her touch was feather-light, not needing to do much as the drinks remnants bled into the paper.

“what do you wanna tell them? as fun as it would be to watch their faces when they find out, I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable telling them,” you moved to disagree with her, ready to tell her it was fine, but she swiftly manoeuvred her thumb to guard your lips.

“and don’t tell me that you were ‘unaffected’ by the question, as harmless as yuna meant it to be.” she smiled, her head tilting and bobbing as she teased. you huffed at your best friend, grumbling to yourself.

yeji couldn’t catch a word that you said, her concentration mostly on wiping your lips. you were glad of that, though.

you were tearing your mind to pieces, weighing any pro and con you could latch onto. you deliberated for a few moments, and a few questions couldn’t help but stay in the spotlight of your mind.

“if I decide I do want to tell them…” you strained out to the girl, sighing to yourself in contemplation. your sudden outburst made yeji blink, but she quickly paid attention to your words.

“then what would I tell them? I mean, we haven’t exactly spoken…” you paused between words, before wiping your eyes with your fingers. “we haven’t spoken about where we’d want this, whatever it is, to go. or, if we’d want it to go anywhere.” your eyes saddened by the end of your statement, and you slightly scolded yourself for losing the confidence you had at the start of your speech.

yeji smiled, and her hand found its way to yours. you watched her in anticipation, and your already leaping heart pumped faster at the sight of her stretched lips.

the hwang moved her hand from your jaw, and placed it on the side of your neck; her other had also moved a little, as it was now cupping your jaw.

you were aware of three sets of eyes now watching your moves, and you were sure yeji was too; but you had a hint that she honestly did not care. your breaths became shallow, and your throat thickened, ready and willing for anything she’ll say.

but, she doesn’t say anything.

instead, she leans in. her arms softly pull you to meet her, but she pauses for a moment, waiting for your call. when she saw your nod of consent, her smile widened further and she couldn’t help but kiss you.

once her lips latch onto yours, you’re free of everything for a moment, and you savour it.

you hear a few gasps from beside you, but you pay no mind. it was obviously going to be a shock for them, so it wasn’t unexpected.

but what was a shock, was yunas outburst.

“finally, you guys! I knew as soon as I mentioned the tattoo you’d have a breakthrough,” she sighed dramatically, a smirk tugging at her lips. ryujin looked at the girl weirdly, a common look between her and chaeryeong.

“huh? so you know what the tattoo is for?” chaeryeong asked, glancing to the spot on your neck. yejis head hovered on the top of your shoulder, a small bashful grin on her face.

“I do, but I think I’ll let yeji take care of that one,” she winked at the mentioned girl, and you let out a small laugh.

chaeryeong and ryujin stared at yeji intently, genuinely curious about her explanation.

yeji smirked, a sudden confidence washing over her.

“let’s just say, actions speak louder than words” she winked, leaning along your figure to plant a kiss over the fake-tattoo.

[newjeansgirlfriend]

cat and mouse

part of the series letters i’ll never send

hwang yeji x reader

angst

dear. yeji,

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

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

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

but yeji, i’m tired.

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

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

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

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

sincerely,

-yn.

[kkurades]

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HWANG YEJI couldn’t be happier when her ex got a new hot girlfriend that happened to be into girls and would perfectly fit into her nine month long planned revenge but somehow she managed to fall for her ex’s girlfriend

pairing: idol!yeji x fem!idol!reader

genre: idol au, social media au, strangers to lovers to exes to lovers, fluff, angst, crack

featuring: chuu ( faceclaim ), le sserafim, junhui of SEVENTEEN, changbin of STRAY KIDS, jay of ENHYPEN, lisa of BLACKPINK, soobin of TXT, tzuyu of TWICE

warning: cursing, dark humour, cheating

status: upcoming

tag list: @sserafimez, @neohyxn, @smh-anon, @redm4ri, @stopeatread, @yourfavoritefreakyhan, @saiewithakatana, @kyuupidwrites, @i-dont-know-me-either, @aestheticsluut, @certainyouthpeanut, @deadgirlwalking3, @stopeatread

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