#lesseraphim x fem reader

[baelabong]

taste

yunjin x fem!reader

notes: rq, “69-ing with Yunjin to see who can make the other come first. Winner gets to use the loser however they please for the rest of the night😈” also if u seen me post it alrdy, no u didnt

you barely have time to catch your breath before yunjin’s pulling you up, pushing your shoulders until you’re flat on your back. she wastes no time straddling your face, her slick folds right above your mouth, and without hesitation, you dive in.

yunjin’s moan is immediate, her hips grinding down against your tongue as you grip her thighs, pulling her closer. she’s already soaked, and the taste of her makes your own arousal pulse harder. you flick your tongue over her clit, circling it slowly before sucking it into your mouth. she lets out a low groan, her body trembling slightly as she rocks against you, but she doesn’t lose focus.

her head dips between your legs again, her mouth on your clit, and a loud moan escapes you. her fingers slide inside you at the same time, thrusting in deep and fast, and you can barely keep your focus as she fucks you with that relentless rhythm, tongue and fingers working in perfect sync.

“fuck,” you groan, muffled against her as you try to keep up, but it’s hard when she’s so fucking good at this. her hips are moving faster now, grinding against your face as you suck her clit into your mouth harder, your fingers digging into her thighs as you try to get her off before you lose it yourself.

but yunjin knows your body too well, knows exactly how to make you fall apart.

“you’re gonna come first,” she taunts, her voice breathless as she thrusts her fingers harder inside you. “i can feel it.”

you’re close—so fucking close—but you’re determined to hold on, to push her over the edge first. you push two fingers inside her, thrusting them deep as you suck on her clit, and she lets out a loud moan, her hips jerking against you.

“fuck,” yunjin hisses, her grip on your thighs tightening, her body trembling as she tries to hold herself back. but you know she’s close too, her breathing uneven and her moans louder now.

you’re both a mess, hips grinding, fingers thrusting, both desperate to make the other come first. yunjin’s moans are getting louder, her hips rocking faster, and you think you have her, but then her fingers curl inside you, hitting that spot that makes your whole body jolt.

“fuck—yunjin—i’m gonna…” you can barely get the words out before it hits you, the orgasm crashing over you in waves. your whole body tenses, a loud cry tearing from your throat as you clench around her fingers, completely falling apart.

you barely notice yunjin’s own moans as she comes just a second after you, her body shaking above you as she grinds against your face, soaking your mouth with her release. you’re both a panting, sweaty mess, but yunjin doesn’t waste any time pulling herself off you, grinning down at you with that smug look in her eyes.

“looks like i win,” she says, breathless but victorious. she wipes her mouth, then leans down to kiss you hard, her taste still on your lips.

before you even have time to recover, yunjin’s already manhandling you, flipping you over onto your back and then pulling you up by the waist, positioning you above her face. she’s still panting, her chest rising and falling heavily, but her eyes are locked onto yours, a smug grin spreading across her lips.

“you’re not done yet,” she growls, her voice thick with dominance. “sit on my face.”

your body’s still trembling, barely able to hold yourself up, but the way she looks at you leaves no room for hesitation. you shuffle up her body, your legs weak, and hover over her, unsure for a second.

“don’t make me say it again,” yunjin orders, her hands grabbing your thighs and yanking you down, making you sit fully on her face.

the second her mouth makes contact with your pussy, your body jerks, a whine slipping from your lips. she’s fucking relentless, her tongue diving between your folds, licking and sucking like she’s starving. her hands grip your ass, pulling you down harder, forcing you to grind against her face, and you can’t help it—your hips move on their own, chasing that friction, that pleasure.

“fuck, yunjin—” you gasp, your hands flying to the headboard for support as she devours you like she can’t get enough. her tongue circles your clit before sucking it hard, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight through you. you’re already so sensitive, every touch making you moan louder, your thighs shaking as you grind down on her mouth.

yunjin doesn’t slow down. she’s making a mess of you, her tongue working your clit in ways that have you seeing stars. her nose brushes against you every time you move, adding just enough pressure to make your toes curl.

you look down at her, and the sight makes your pussy clench. her eyes are dark and full of lust, her face buried between your legs, her mouth working you over like you’re her last meal. she groans into you, the sound sending vibrations through your core, and you can’t hold back the moans spilling from your lips.

“fuck—i can’t,” you whine, your hips moving faster now, grinding against her face. your thighs tremble, the pleasure overwhelming, but yunjin just grips your hips harder, forcing you to keep going. she’s not letting you get away, not until she’s gotten what she wants.

her tongue flicks over your clit faster, and you’re falling apart again, your moans turning into desperate whimpers as your orgasm builds. your head falls back, your body tensing, and then it hits you—another wave of pleasure crashing over you, leaving you a shaking, moaning mess as you grind against yunjin’s mouth.

“yunjin—fuck—” you cry out, your body trembling uncontrollably as she keeps going, not giving you a second to come down from your high. she doesn’t stop until you’re a quivering wreck, your legs barely able to hold you up anymore.

finally, she pulls away, her face slick with your arousal, a satisfied grin on her lips as she looks up at you.

“good girl,” she murmurs, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “you taste so fucking good.”

[baelabong]

ʜᴏᴡ ʟᴏɴɢ

(ʏᴜɴᴊɪɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ

plot: yunjins been cheating. but she didn’t mean it … right?

notes: toxic yunjin, dumbass y/n again, istg guys the only things that gain attention iz my karina and winter fics 💔💔

you sit on the couch, your phone clutched in your hand, staring at the screen, waiting for yunjin's name to pop up. it doesn’t. hours pass, and the ticking of the clock feels like a taunt. where is she? you tell yourself it’s nothing—she’s probably stuck at practice or maybe went out with the girls, but that nagging feeling in your chest grows heavier. it’s been too long.

finally, you hear the door creak open. she stumbles in, not her usual put-together self. she looks messy, worn-out. the smell of alcohol hits you before she even speaks. when she does, her voice is low, slurred.

"hey, baby," she tries to smile, but it doesn't reach her eyes. her gaze is distant, foggy, like she's not really here with you.

"where have you been?" you ask, trying to sound casual, but the hours of waiting twist your voice with anxiety. you hate sounding paranoid, but you can't help it anymore.

"just out with the girls. practice ran late… then drinks," she mumbles, her words stumbling out, as if she’s trying to get past them quickly.

you get up, moving closer, searching her face for something, anything, that makes sense. but her eyes—they’re empty, evasive. "why didn’t you answer my calls?"

"didn’t hear it," she shrugs, still avoiding your gaze. "too loud, i guess."

it's weak. her excuses always are. and it's not just the excuse, it's the way she says it—like she doesn’t care enough to make it believable. your stomach twists, a cold knot forming. there’s more to this, you can feel it.

"yunjin, what’s going on?" you ask, your voice wavering despite your effort to stay calm. you’ve been through this too many times to ignore the signs.

she sighs, running a hand through her hair. for a second, her tough front slips, and she looks at you, really looks at you. "i... i messed up."

your heart stops. "what do you mean?"

"i was drunk, and... i kissed someone else."

her words are like a punch to the gut, knocking the breath out of you. you take a step back, needing space to think, but your mind is spinning. "you kissed someone?"

"it didn’t mean anything," she rushes, stepping toward you, but you back away again. "it was just a stupid, drunken mistake. i swear, it only happened once."

the room feels too small now, the walls closing in. you trusted her. after everything, you trusted her, and she... "how long has this been going on?"

"what? no, i told you, it was just once—"

"how long, yunjin?" your voice is louder now, anger bubbling up. you don't want to be the fool who believed her lies for too long.

she hesitates, her eyes darting away for a moment before coming back to you. "just once," she insists, but the doubt in her eyes says otherwise. "i was drunk. it meant nothing."

you want to believe her. god, you want to believe her so badly. but the way she's been acting lately—distant, secretive—there’s more to this.

"i deserve the truth," you say, your voice shaky but firm. you’re done playing this game.

she steps closer, softening her expression like she’s trying to lure you back in. "baby, you’re overthinking this," she coos, her voice sickly sweet, the kind that used to comfort you but now just makes you feel uneasy. "it was a mistake. everyone makes mistakes."

"but you didn’t tell me," you push back, feeling a flicker of anger spark in your chest. "you hid it from me."

"because i knew you’d overreact," she snaps, her patience thinning. "you always do this. you always assume the worst."

her words sting, making you question yourself. am i overreacting? was it just a one-time mistake? you’ve been second-guessing yourself so much lately, it’s hard to tell anymore.

yunjin’s close now, her eyes locked on yours, her voice dropping lower, more intimate. "you know i love you, right?"

"yeah, but—"

she cuts you off, cupping your face in her hands. "i love you," she whispers, her thumb brushing over your cheek, her touch soft but with an underlying tension. "you’re the one i come home to. don’t let something this small ruin us."

her words start to blur the lines in your mind. maybe it’s not as big of a deal as it feels. maybe you are overthinking. she’s here, isn’t she? but then, the memory of all those nights alone, waiting, wondering—those doubts flare up again.

"yunjin, i can’t just forget this," you murmur, feeling the weight of it all pressing down on you. "you hurt me."

for a moment, her eyes harden, just for a second, before she puts on a sad, almost pitying smile. "i know, and i’m sorry," she says, but her voice feels insincere, dripping with mockery. "but you need to stop being so paranoid. it was one kiss. do you really think i’d throw everything away for that?"

your mouth opens to respond, but she silences you, pressing a finger to your lips. "shh, don’t ruin this," she whispers, stepping even closer, her body pressing against yours. "we’re good together. you know that."

her other hand trails down your arm, sending shivers through your skin. you should push her away. you should be angry, but instead, her closeness overwhelms you, clouding your thoughts.

"just let it go," she murmurs before pulling you into a kiss, one that’s not soft or reassuring. it’s possessive, controlling, like she’s forcing you to forget everything else.

and somehow, it works. the fight drains out of you as her lips move against yours, your mind going blank. you forget the pain, the doubt, the questions. it’s just her now, her hands on you, her breath mixing with yours, until all you can feel is her.

when she pulls back, you're breathless, but not from the argument—from the way she’s made everything else disappear.

"see?" she whispers, her lips brushing your ear. "it’s just you and me, baby. nothing else matters."

you nod, your mind too hazy to argue anymore. "just us."

[baelabong]

ʜᴏᴡ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴘᴛ2

ʏᴜɴᴊɪɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇᴛ, ᴄʜᴀᴇᴡᴏɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ - ᴀʟᴛ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ 1

plot: yunjin cheat, chaewon come to rescue

notes: guys its such a mish having to post on tumblr, would you guys still support if i posted on wattpad instead cuz 😭😭 having to organise and layer it out is so ughhh

it’s been a week since that night, and things haven’t gotten better. in fact, they’ve only gotten worse. yunjin has been more distant, her late nights and vague excuses becoming a routine. you feel like you’re walking on eggshells, trying not to push her away any further, even though she’s the one who’s pulling away.

you sit on the edge of the bed, staring at your phone, waiting for yunjin to text back. your thumb hovers over her name, debating whether or not to call her again. but you already know how it’ll go. she won’t answer, and later she’ll say she was “busy” or “didn’t hear it.”

you hear the front door creak open, and your heart sinks. the familiar scent of alcohol fills the air before you even see her. yunjin stumbles into the room, barely sparing you a glance as she kicks off her shoes.

“where were you?” you ask, trying to keep your voice steady, but it cracks, betraying how tired you are of asking the same question, getting the same hollow answers.

she scoffs, tossing her jacket on the floor. “out. why do you always need to know where i am?”

“because you never tell me,” you say softly, watching her as she collapses onto the bed next to you, reeking of something that isn’t just alcohol. it’s like her very presence weighs heavy on your chest.

yunjin rolls her eyes, grabbing your wrist. “you’re overreacting again, like always.” her grip tightens just slightly, enough to make you uncomfortable. “why can’t you just trust me?”

“i do trust you,” you whisper, though even you aren’t sure if that’s true anymore. “but you keep disappearing, and you don’t—”

“stop.” she cuts you off, her voice sharp and impatient. “you’re being paranoid. i told you i love you, didn’t i? that’s enough.”

but it’s not. it’s not enough, and you know it. the worst part is, you’re not sure when it stopped being enough, but it did.

she pulls you down onto the bed with her, her arm wrapping around you in a way that should be comforting but feels more like a trap. you lie there stiffly, her breath hot against the back of your neck, and you wonder when it all started feeling so wrong.

the next morning, you’re drained, physically and emotionally. yunjin left early, like she always does, without saying a word. as you sit in the quiet apartment, your phone buzzes on the table.

chaewon: hey, are you free today? thought maybe we could grab coffee?

you hesitate for a moment before replying. it’s been a while since you’ve seen her—since you’ve seen anyone, really. yunjin has this way of isolating you, of making you feel like you don’t need anyone else.

but you need to get out. you need air.

you: yeah, i’d like that.

———————

chaewon has been there, picking up the pieces where yunjin left them scattered. she’s gentle in a way that makes your heart ache, always knowing when to check in without overwhelming you. the two of you have been spending more time together, and as much as you try not to think about it, there’s something warm in the way she looks at you—something that makes you feel like maybe you deserve better than the chaos that yunjin left behind.

but yunjin doesn’t like to be replaced. she doesn’t like to lose.

the café is quiet, the soft hum of conversation filling the air as you and chaewon sit across from each other. she’s laughing at something you said, her hand resting casually on the table, fingers just inches from yours. you find yourself glancing at them, wondering what it would feel like if you just reached out.

“you’ve got that look on your face again,” chaewon teases, and you can’t help but smile back, the tension in your chest loosening for the first time in days.

before you can respond, the door chimes behind you, and your heart drops before you even turn around. you don’t need to look to know it’s yunjin. you can feel her presence, the tension in the air thickening immediately.

chaewon stops mid-sentence, her eyes flicking toward the entrance. you glance over your shoulder, and your heart drops.

yunjin is standing by the door, her face unreadable, but the air around her feels thick with something dangerous. her eyes narrow slightly as she locks onto the sight of you and chaewon, fingers still loosely intertwined on the table.

“y/n,” yunjin says, her voice sharp as she walks over, ignoring the people watching the sudden tension. she looks down at your hands, still linked with chaewon’s, and her jaw clenches. “what the hell is this?”

chaewon immediately pulls her hand away, but she doesn’t flinch or back down. her gaze stays steady, even though you can see her fingers twitching slightly, like she’s ready to defend you if it comes to that.

“it’s not what you think,” you say, trying to keep your voice calm, but the way yunjin’s looking at you makes your stomach twist with anxiety.

“oh, it looks exactly like what i think,” yunjin spits, her eyes flicking between you and chaewon. her tone is venomous, dripping with jealousy and anger. “so this is where you’ve been, huh? running to her the second i’m not around?”

you feel your throat tighten, the words stuck there. the worst part is you don’t even know if she’s wrong. you did run to chaewon—but only because yunjin kept pushing you away, breaking you down with every cold night and every dismissive word. but none of that matters right now. all that matters is the look on yunjin’s face, a storm brewing behind her eyes.

“yunjin, you don’t understand,” chaewon says, her voice calm but firm. she stands up, stepping in front of you slightly, like she’s trying to shield you from yunjin’s wrath. “this isn’t about that. y/n just needed someone to talk to.”

yunjin lets out a bitter laugh, crossing her arms over her chest. “talk? that’s what you call it? looks more like you’ve been waiting for this chance.” her eyes are locked on chaewon now, the anger in her voice barely contained. “you’ve always been hanging around, haven’t you?”

“yunjin, this isn’t—” chaewon starts, but yunjin cuts her off with a bitter laugh.

“don’t even start, chaewon. i’ve seen the way you look at her. you think you’re so much better, don’t you? waiting for me to screw up so you can swoop in and play the hero?” yunjin’s words are dripping with venom, and her eyes are wild with jealousy and anger.

chaewon’s jaw tightens, but she keeps her voice calm. “it’s not about that. y/n just needed someone, and i was there.”

“oh, you were there?” yunjin scoffs, leaning in closer, her eyes narrowing. “how convenient for you. but you know what, chaewon? you don’t know her like i do. you don’t know what she needs.”

chaewon doesn’t flinch, meeting yunjin’s glare head-on. “and you do? because from where i’m standing, all you’ve done is hurt her.”

you feel the tension between them like a live wire, sparking and crackling in the air. it’s suffocating, and the worst part is, you know this isn’t just about you anymore. this is about control, about possession. about who gets to have you.

“don’t act like you’re so innocent,” yunjin snaps, turning her attention back to you, her eyes filled with something ugly, something twisted. “you think i don’t see what you’re doing? playing the victim, acting like i’m the bad guy? but you’re the one who can’t make up your mind, always looking for someone to blame.”

the words hit you like a slap, and you feel your chest tighten with that familiar anxiety. yunjin always knows where to strike, always knows how to twist the knife just right.

“you’ve been pulling this shit for months,” she continues, her voice rising. “first it’s me, then it’s her, and then it’ll be someone else. because that’s what you do, isn’t it? you can’t handle being alone, so you keep running to whoever’s available.”

“that’s not true,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper, but even as you say it, part of you wonders if maybe yunjin’s right. maybe you have been running from one person to the next, trying to fill the emptiness that’s been growing inside you.

chaewon stands, her expression hardening as she steps between you and yunjin, her presence a shield. “she doesn’t deserve this, yunjin.”

“oh, so now you’re her knight in shining armor?” yunjin sneers, stepping closer. “you think you’re gonna save her from me? you think you’re better for her?”

chaewon doesn’t back down, her voice low and steady. “i think she deserves someone who doesn’t tear her down every chance they get.”

yunjin’s lips curl into a twisted smile, and she tilts her head, looking between the two of you with cold, calculating eyes. “you think she’s gonna choose you? you really think she’ll stick around once she realizes you’re just as fucked up as i am?”

chaewon’s expression falters for a second, and yunjin sees it. she presses forward, her voice lowering to a dangerous whisper. “she needs me. she always has. and you… you’re just a distraction.”

“yunjin, stop,” you finally find your voice, standing up, your heart racing as you step out from behind chaewon. “this isn’t about choosing between you and chaewon. this is about you. about how you’ve been treating me. i’m tired of feeling like i have to tiptoe around you all the time, tired of never knowing when you’re going to snap at me.”

yunjin’s eyes darken, her fists clenching at her sides. “so what? you’re done with me now? you think you’re gonna be happy with her?” she gestures toward chaewon, who’s watching the exchange with guarded eyes.

you don’t know what to say. part of you wants to scream that yes, you’re done, that you’re sick of the way yunjin makes you feel like you’re never enough. but another part of you… another part of you isn’t ready to let go. not yet.

and yunjin knows it.

“you can’t leave me,” she says, her voice shaking just enough to make you pause. “you won’t.”

chaewon steps forward, her hand brushing yours again, a silent offer of support. but you feel trapped, caught between the two of them, and no matter which way you turn, someone is going to get hurt.

“y/n, you don’t have to keep doing this,” chaewon says softly, her voice pulling you out of the spiral of thoughts. “you deserve better.”

“don’t listen to her,” yunjin’s voice cuts in, sharp and desperate. “she doesn’t know you like i do. we can fix this. we can fix us.”

your heart feels like it’s being pulled in two different directions, and for a moment, you wish you could just disappear. because no matter what you say, no matter what you choose, it’s going to break someone.

you bolted out of the café, the suffocating tension inside unbearable as everything hit you at once—yunjin’s indifference, her lies, and chaewon’s gaze on you, so full of unspoken words. the rain hit your skin in cold, stinging drops, but it felt better than the air inside, heavy with the weight of what just happened. you didn’t know where you were going, you just needed to breathe. needed to be away from it all.

you barely made it a few steps down the street before you heard the door swing open behind you. footsteps pounded against the wet pavement, frantic and uneven, and when you turned, there she was.

chaewon.

“y/n! please—wait!”

her voice cracked as she called after you, her feet slipping slightly on the slick ground as she rushed toward you, her hair already plastered to her face from the rain. she looked like a mess, her face red, her breath coming out in gasps. she was soaked within seconds, but she didn’t care. her eyes were fixed on you, wide and desperate, like you were slipping away from her too fast.

“please,” she cried, her voice shaking. “please don’t leave me. i—i can’t… i can’t lose you like this.”

you stopped, your heart twisting painfully at the sight of her. chaewon stumbled closer, her hand reaching out like she was afraid you’d disappear if she didn’t grab hold of you right then. her eyes were wild, full of panic, full of something more—something that had been there all along, but you’d been too wrapped up in yunjin to notice.

“chaewon…” you murmured, barely able to get the words out. seeing her like this—so broken, so raw—made it hard to breathe.

she fell to her knees right in front of you, her hands gripping at your legs, shaking as the rain continued to pour. her voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper, but it cut right through the sound of the storm.

“i love you,” she choked out, her head bowing as her body trembled. “i’ve loved you for so long, and i’ve watched yunjin hurt you over and over, and i just—i couldn’t stand it anymore. please, y/n… don’t go back to her. i’ll do anything, anything you want. just… please, let me love you.”

her words hit you like a wave, knocking the breath out of you. chaewon, on her knees in the middle of the street, sobbing and begging for you. the rain wasn’t the only thing soaking her cheeks now—her tears mixed with it, her lips trembling as she struggled to speak through her cries.

“i’m sorry,” chaewon gasped, her voice breaking with each word. “i know i’m not enough, i know you’ve been with her for so long, but i swear… i swear i’d never hurt you like she does. i’d never let you cry yourself to sleep waiting for me. please, y/n…”

your chest tightened, the sight of her making your heart ache in a way you couldn’t ignore. she was everything yunjin wasn’t—soft, open, vulnerable. and here she was, completely falling apart at your feet, just for a chance to love you.

“chaewon…” you whispered, kneeling down in front of her, your hands gently reaching for her arms. she flinched slightly, like she didn’t expect you to touch her, but when she realized it was you, her body slumped forward, collapsing into your arms like she couldn’t hold herself up anymore.

“i’m so sorry,” she cried, her face buried in your shoulder, her hands clutching your shirt as if she were afraid you might push her away. “please, y/n, just let me love you. i’ll be better for you, i promise. i’ll be anything you need.”

you held her, feeling the way her body shook against yours, her sobs tearing through the air. she was taller than you, but right now, she felt so small—so fragile, like she might break apart in your arms. you could feel her heart racing, her breaths coming out in sharp, ragged gasps, and you just wanted to hold her tighter, to make her believe that she wasn’t nothing, that she mattered.

“chaewon, it’s okay,” you whispered, your voice soft as you gently cupped her face, lifting her tear-streaked gaze to meet yours. “i’m here.”

chaewon shook her head, her wet hair sticking to her cheeks as more tears spilled down. “no, you’re not… not really. you’re still with her, and i—i don’t deserve you, but god, i want you. i want to be the one who makes you happy.”

she was rambling, her words broken and jumbled, but you heard the sincerity in every syllable. the pain, the longing. everything she’d been holding back was pouring out now, and it was overwhelming.

you wiped the tears from her cheeks, your thumbs brushing her skin gently. “chaewon, i’m not going back to her,” you whispered, the words feeling heavy on your tongue but freeing at the same time. “i’m done.”

chaewon’s breath hitched, her eyes widening in disbelief, like she couldn’t quite process what you were saying. “you… you’re done with her?”

you nodded, and something in her seemed to break. her face crumpled, and she let out another sob, pulling you into her arms so tightly you could barely breathe. her taller frame enveloped you, her body still shaking, but this time it wasn’t just from the tears—it was from the relief, the hope.

“i’m sorry,” chaewon whispered again, her voice muffled against your skin. “i’m so sorry for being like this, for begging. i just… i couldn’t lose you.”

“you’re not losing me,” you murmured, hugging her back just as tightly, feeling her warmth seep into you despite the cold rain. “i’m right here.”

and for the first time in what felt like forever, it wasn’t a lie. you were here, with her, and somehow, that felt right.

the rain continued to fall, but neither of you moved. chaewon held you close, her tears finally subsiding as she rested her chin on your head, her breathing evening out. her arms stayed wrapped around you, protective, gentle, and for the first time, you allowed yourself to feel safe.

[baelabong]

ʙᴀᴄᴋꜱᴛᴀɢᴇ

(ɢ!ᴘ ᴄʜᴀᴇᴡᴏɴ x ᴍᴀᴋᴇᴜᴘ!ᴀʀᴛɪꜱᴛ!ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

plot: being chaewon’s personal makeup artist came with its perks

notes/warnings: smur, g!p, p in v, cumming in p, riding-ish, not much plot tbh

waiting for u @1luvkarina 🫣🫣

chaewon sat on the edge of the chair, her leg bouncing slightly as she watched you lay out your makeup kit. her eyes locked onto your every movement, filled with urgency. “please, y/n,” she said, her voice low but trembling, “i need you. just a little, before the show.”

you glanced over, smirking as you grabbed a brush. “fine, but you need to sit still. no moving while i do this,” you replied, your tone teasing but firm. “come on, get in the chair.”

without hesitation, chaewon slid off her skirt and briefs, her hands trembling a little from the rush. she sat back down, her hard cock already throbbing with need. you noticed how her chest rose and fell quickly, showing just how desperate she was.

you pushed your panties aside and moved closer, the cool air hitting your bare skin. with a quick shift of your hips, you pressed yourself against her length, earning a sharp hiss from chaewon. her precum smeared against your thighs as her eyes darted up to meet yours. the heat between you was palpable, an unspoken urgency hanging in the air.

straddling her, you slowly sank down, feeling her stretch you. your breath hitched as the pressure built, and chaewon gasped, her grip on the chair tightening. “god, you’re so tight,” she muttered, her voice thick with lust.

you grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at you. “keep your eyes on me, or i won’t move,” you commanded, though your voice softened with need. she nodded, her eyes wide, pleading.

“p-please move,” she whispered, her voice barely holding steady. you could feel her fingers digging into your waist, her body trembling beneath you as you started moving, slowly at first. you built a steady rhythm, watching her chest rise and fall faster with each thrust.

you reached over for your makeup brushes, not breaking your stride. your hips rocked against her as you dabbed foundation onto her flushed cheeks. chaewon let out a moan, trying to keep her composure as you continued riding her.

“you look so beautiful,” you whispered, your breath catching as you stared at her. her lip quivered, trying to hold back another moan, but her eyes screamed with need.

just as she was about to lose herself, you stopped. her hips bucked up instinctively, a frustrated whine escaping her lips. “please, don’t stop,” she begged, her eyes full of desperation.

you chuckled, brushing a lock of her hair back. “you have to be quiet, or i will,” you teased, your words sharp but playful. chaewon bit her lip, nodding quickly.

the sound of footsteps outside made you both freeze. “chaewon, you’re on stage in five!” the manager’s voice rang out, muffled through the door. chaewon’s eyes widened in panic, but her body still craved more, torn between the show and you.

“we’ve got time,” you whispered, resuming your pace, faster now. her breath came out in short gasps, her hands gripping your waist as you rode her harder, pushing both of you closer to the edge.

chaewon’s breath hitched again, her body trembling. “i’m so close,” she gasped, barely holding on. you leaned in, your lips brushing her ear.

“let go for me, just focus on this,” you whispered, your own body aching for release. chaewon’s grip tightened as you sped up, riding her with everything you had. her breathy moans filled the room, louder and more desperate.

the door knocked again, louder this time. “chaewon, now!”

but she didn’t care. with one final thrust, chaewon came, her body convulsing as she gripped you tighter. her release was hot and overwhelming, and you followed her over the edge, collapsing onto her, breathless and shaking.

you slowly lifted yourself off her, watching as her cum dripped down between you. chaewon’s chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, her cheeks flushed. she smiled up at you, her eyes still full of lingering desire.

“well, that was cutting it close,” you said, grinning down at her as you reached for the makeup brush again.

chaewon laughed softly, still catching her breath. “totally worth it.”

[baelabong]

ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ

(ɢ!ᴘ ᴋᴀᴢᴜʜᴀ x ɪᴅᴏʟ!ꜰᴇᴍʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

notes: g!p zuha, 6th lsfrm member reader, riding, no protection, riding, sub kazuha

rq: yes

the sound of sneakers squeaking against the wooden floor echoes through the practice room. you’ve been at it for hours—dancing, repeating the same routine over and over. sweat drips down your neck, your body aching from the intensity. across from you, kazuha stands with her hands on her knees, chest rising and falling rapidly as she tries to catch her breath.

"you've improved," kazuha says between breaths, her eyes flicking up to meet yours, a glimmer of pride in them. she’s always been the calm and composed one, her sharp, focused gaze intimidating even when she's exhausted.

you smirk, walking up to her slowly, your eyes scanning over her toned body. kazuha's abs are glistening with sweat, her sports bra clinging to her skin. you can't help but admire how defined they are, the hard lines of her muscles beneath her smooth skin. it's no wonder she's so powerful when she dances.

"think i deserve a reward for all that hard work, don't you?" you tease, biting your lip as you stand in front of her, close enough to feel the heat radiating off her body.

kazuha raises an eyebrow, her lips quirking up into a small, knowing smile. "a reward, huh?" she says, her voice low and playful. "and what kind of reward are you thinking about?"

instead of answering, you lean in, brushing your lips softly against hers. the kiss is slow at first, teasing, but it quickly deepens as kazuha pulls you closer, her hands gripping your waist. her abs tense beneath your touch, her body reacting to every little movement you make.

without breaking the kiss, you push her back toward the bench in the corner of the room. kazuha lets out a soft grunt as she sits down, her back against the mirror, her dark eyes fixed on you as you straddle her lap.

“you’ve been so good to me today,” you murmur against her lips, your fingers trailing down her chest, tracing the outline of her abs while sliding her sweats and boxers. "i think it's time i repay the favor."

kazuha’s breath hitches, her hands gripping your thighs as you sink down onto her, her cock already hard beneath her sweats. you can feel her pulse throb against you, and the way her body tenses beneath you makes your stomach flutter. the power shift, the way kazuha, usually so in control, starts to lose her composure under your touch, always sends a rush through you.

you slowly lift your hips, moving your panties to the side, positioning yourself over her, and kazuha’s eyes widen as you sink down onto her cock, taking her inch by inch. a low groan escapes her lips, her head falling back against the mirror as she grips your hips tightly.

"oh—fuck, y/n," she mutters, her voice already shaky. you can feel her abs flexing beneath your palms, her whole body tensing as she struggles to keep it together.

you smirk down at her, rolling your hips slowly, teasing her. ���like that?” you ask, your voice low, teasing.

kazuha’s only response is a strangled moan, her hands tightening their grip on your waist as her hips buck up against you instinctively. she’s already losing herself, her breathing shallow and ragged, her mind clearly turning to mush with every movement of your hips.

you start moving faster, your thighs burning as you ride her, clenching tightly around her as you do. kazuha’s reaction is immediate, a loud, broken moan escapes her lips, her fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave marks. her eyes are squeezed shut, her face flushed, completely lost in the feeling of you.

"you like that, huh?" you ask, voice low as you lean down, your lips brushing against her ear. "when i ride you like this?"

kazuha’s answer is more of a whimper than actual words, her hips bucking up against you instinctively. her hands tighten their grip on your waist, as if she’s trying to ground herself, to keep from losing it completely. but you’re not done teasing her yet.

you clench around her again, harder this time, and kazuha's body jerks beneath you, a loud moan escaping her lips. "oh fuck, baby please"

her hands move to your ass, gripping tightly as she tries to thrust up into you, her abs flexing beneath you with every movement. "so tight—" she groans, her voice trembling. "feels so good—"

you grin down at her, enjoying the way she’s falling apart beneath you. kazuha, always so calm, so composed, is now a mess, her brain completely scrambled by the way you ride her. "can't even talk, huh?" you tease, your voice breathless as you move faster, clenching around her again for good measure.

kazuha groans in response, her eyes fluttering open, though they’re hazy with lust, barely able to focus on you. her hands tremble as she grips your waist, her muscles tense beneath your touch. she’s close, you can feel it in the way her cock twitches inside you, in the way her body shakes with every movement of your hips.

"i—fuck—i can't—" kazuha chokes out, her voice broken as her head falls back against the mirror again, her body trembling beneath you. "please—"

the word slips out of her mouth before she can stop it, and you can’t help the thrill that runs through you at the sound of it. kazuha, always so dominant, is begging now, completely at your mercy.

you lean down, pressing your lips to her ear as you clench around her again, sending her over the edge. "cum for me," you whisper, your breath hot against her skin.

that's all it takes, kazuha’s whole body tenses beneath you as she lets out a loud, broken moan, her hips jerking up against you as she cums hard, filling you up. her hands grip your waist so tightly it almost hurts, and her abs flex beneath your fingers, hard and defined, as she rides out her high.

you’re not far behind, the feeling of her cock pulsing inside you sending you spiraling into your own release. you collapse against her chest, both of you panting, your bodies slick with sweat.

for a moment, neither of you speaks, the only sound in the room your heavy breathing and the soft hum of the air conditioning.

"reward enough for you?" you ask, breathless as you look up at her, a teasing smile tugging at your lips.

kazuha lets out a weak chuckle, her arms wrapping around you as she presses a soft kiss to your forehead. "more than enough," she mutters, her voice still shaky. "but i might need to practice more often if this is what i get."

you laugh, resting your head against her chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of her breath. “deal.”

[baelabong]

g!p chaewon?

𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄

Pairing: G!P Chaewon x fem!reader

Synopsis: y/n needs a break from studying

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You sit at your desk, surrounded by textbooks, notes, and your laptop, the glow from the screen illuminating the room. Finals are just around the corner, and the pressure is unbearable. Your head throbs with every word you read, and it feels like the weight of the world is on your shoulders.

Your girlfriend, Chaewon, walks into the room, dressed in sweatpants that reveal a noticeable bulge and a tight white tank top that clings to her toned frame. She immediately notices the tension etched across your face. "Hey," she says softly, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. "You okay?"

You glance up at her, trying to muster a smile, but it quickly fades. "I’m just so stressed, Chaewon. There’s so much to study, and I don’t think I can handle it."

Chaewon’s eyes soften with concern. She pulls up a chair next to you and starts massaging your shoulders. "You need to take a break. You've been at this for hours."

"I can’t," you protest weakly. "I have to finish this."

She leans in, her breath hot against your ear. "Let me help you relax."

You feel a shiver run down your spine as Chaewon’s hands slide down your back. "W-what do you mean?" you stammer, your heart pounding in your chest.

"I think you need a different kind of break," she whispers, her lips brushing against your neck.

Before you can respond, Chaewon turns your chair to face her and lifts you onto the desk, scattering your papers. Her eyes are dark with desire, and you feel a mix of excitement and nervousness.

"Chaewon," you gasp as she kisses you deeply, her hands exploring your body. "W-we shouldn’t... I have to study."

"You need to relax," she murmurs against your lips. "Let me take care of you."

You can’t help but surrender to her touch. She slides her hand under your shirt, caressing your skin, and you moan softly. "Chaewon, please..."

“Patience, baby”

Grabbing your face with her hands she brings you in for a deep kiss. Kissing you hungrily, she sucks on your tongue as she kept her other hand occupied on your breast, pinching and pulling at you tits.

“Mmhgm, Chae, more please”

Smiling against your mouth she exhales hard and leans in harder to your lips moving her hand from your breast to your panties, playing with your panty covered slit.

She smirks, knowing she has you exactly where she wants you. "Turn around," she commands, her voice husky with desire.

You comply, turning to face the desk, and she pushes your books aside. You brace yourself against the edge, feeling her hands slide down to your hips.

She pulls down your pants and underwear in one swift motion, and you shiver as the cool air hits your skin. "Chaewon," you whisper, your voice trembling with anticipation.

"Shh," she soothes, kissing your back. "Just relax. I’ve got you."

You hear the sound of her zipper and feel her press against you. She enters you slowly, and you gasp at the sensation, your mind going blank. "Oh my god, Chaewon..."

She starts moving, her thrusts slow and deliberate at first, then gradually increasing in pace. "You look so good," she groans, gripping your hips tightly. "So cute with your glasses. My good girl."

You can’t form coherent thoughts, your mind overwhelmed by pleasure. "Chaewon, faster," you beg, needing more.

She obliges, her movements becoming more intense. The desk shakes with every thrust, and you grip the edge for support, your body trembling. "Oh god, yes," you cry out, feeling the stress melt away with each passing second.

Chaewon leans forward, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers, "Let them hear you, baby. Let everyone know who's making you feel this good."

Her words send a thrill through you, and you can’t help but moan louder, your voice echoing off the walls. "Chaewon, please, don’t stop," you scream, lost in the overwhelming pleasure.

"That’s it, my good girl," Chaewon murmurs as she continues to thrust into you, her pace steady. "Let it all go."

Her hands move from your hips to your waist, pulling you closer with each thrust, driving deeper. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with your cries of ecstasy.

"Chaewon, I’m gonna—" you start, but your words are cut off by a wave of ecstasy that crashes over you, making you cry out her name.

"That's it, scream for me," Chaewon groans, her own voice thick with desire. She pounds into you relentlessly, each thrust sending you higher and higher until you’re sure the entire dorm can hear you.

She follows shortly after, her body tensing before she collapses against you, breathing heavily. You both stay like that for a moment, savoring the aftermath of your release.

Chaewon eventually pulls out and helps you straighten your clothes. She turns you around and kisses you gently. "Feeling better?"

You nod, a blissful smile on your face. "Much better. Thank you."

She chuckles and helps you back into your chair. "Now, take a real break. You deserve it."

You do as she says, leaning back and closing your eyes, finally able to relax thanks to Chaewon.