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spadesolace · 2 months

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(figuratively) cheshire! yeji x fem! reader

synopsis: were you hypnotized or were you truly in love with the girl that disappears and appears when she chooses to. maybe you've gone insane and she's simply a figment of your imagination.

spade speaks: this was supposed to be posted on the 12th but i got so busy so... i had fun with this prompt and thank jade-jini from tumblr dot com cause this prompt was lowkey rotting in my notes and it popped up in a conversation.

you’ve long been fascinated by the idea of hypnosis.

is it magic or acting - you never seem to get the grasp of whether it's real or fake. having to watch clips on youtube and questioning every single detail, from the reactions to the prompts; you’re left wondering.

you wonder if hypnosis could be used to make someone fall in love. looking at someone and immediately falling in love – not your cup of tea.

love at first sight wasn’t a trope you enjoyed. falling for someone based on their physical appearance made you feel off in some way. there are pretty girls you walk past on your way to class but not a single one that could make you go. “yeah, i’m in love with her”.

so, you merely believed that people who experienced love at first sight were either hypnotised or it was purely infatuation (or lust).

believing that you won’t experience it at all.

until you were on your late night convenience store run around the neighbourhood. with the city asleep, no cars coming by, or any possible dog to chase you; you enjoyed walking at night given that the world is asleep and you couldn’t possibly bump into someone you knew. no one sane enough would be out at 2 in the morning just to get snacks while cramming chapters for their exams.

maybe you’re a bit insane.

as you walk inside hoping no one aside from the staff to be there. in the same aisle as you, stood a girl wearing a jacket from your university, hair in the shade of a light orange almost blonde, looking at the snacks you were planning on getting. you notice the hair right away, no one in your class has that bright hair colour aside from her. it was too late to go to another convenience store.

she’s already looking at you.

looking into her striking eyes, something felt off. there’s something about her that you never understood. how’d she’d have guys falling for her, give her the things she desires only to leave them chasing after her.

maybe she likes the chase.

you were never one to act impulsively, especially when it comes to interacting with acquaintances.

she’s looking at you, like there’s some sort of spell and you can’t look away. even forcing yourself - you’re stuck as she walks past you to the counter.

she gives off such a peculiar scent, musky, powdery, with hints of something floral. walking by you again, she could only smile as your eyes were focused on her leaving figure.

a sudden urge to follow her tries to take over you but you shake the feeling away as you look back at the now empty stack of your favourite snack that she bought.

leaving the store with your second favourite and confusion in your face. the scene replaying in your mind - you’ve seen her before but that entire thing is nothing but a huge question mark and profanities running in your mind. how can someone who is irrelevant in your life make a huge change.

what the fuck was that?

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it happened again. this time you were at the library finishing a paper. working alone, knowing that the library isn’t a place where most students would come to study but more so sleep.

peaceful, quiet, not much going on aside from the fact that she is right next to you, stopping by the shelf next to your table and scanning the row of books that aren’t even in any of your majors.

dumbfounded looking at her and taking note of every single detail there is to her. bright coloured hair is now black with a chic comfy fit that was different from her somewhat sporty outfit the night you saw her at the convenience store. red top, with jeans, and a fuzzy bucket hat. her eyes are beautiful as ever as she scans the books, finding for the one she likes or needs. you don’t know what compelled you to go over and help her out.

“looking for something?” you smiled at her, watching the way she reacts once you’ve made your presence known.

“oh- you’re y/n, right?” surprised that she remembers your name or let alone knows your face.

“yeah, sorry, i don’t remember your name.”

“yeji.” she reaches her hand out for you. as you take it and shake her hand you’re left wondering what made you so intrigued by this girl the other night.

was it her eyes?

her aura?

or something else?

since that day, yeji was always near. in class she’ll sit next to you and help you with lessons you're confused about. at the library where you study, and she’ll be nearby reading the book she was looking for the other day, or when you’re out with friends and she’ll be there minutes after with her set of friends.

it’s just a coincidence, right? how every place you go, she’ll be nearby. some places you’ve never been to become a constant just because you see a girl with cat-like eyes every now and then.

you’ve heard rumours how she’ll make you fall only to leave you right after. it’s a dangerous game, you know it but you can’t help but be drawn in. your body has no control when it comes to her, without a doubt immediately helping her with any mundane task or if she doesn’t understand the lesson that day.

warnings here and there on how dangerous hwang yeji is but you pay no mind. not when you’re wrapped around her finger with a single please and a look from her, like you’re hypnotised.

she blends in so perfectly within the crowd, popping out of nowhere when you least expect it but one you’ve noticed is how she always asks you for a favour with that smile of hers. it would have been fine if it were only that and nothing drastic - not until that one night at ryujin’s party.

it’s embedded in your mind on how soft her lips are, caressing your face as she pulls you closer, hearing her whisper your name like a secret, and her perfume lingering in your clothing the day after that you’re scared to wash it as if it’s your last memory of her.

hwang yeji made sure you won’t forget her that easily. running away together after class, only to kiss her in private - following her like a lost puppy. every single day you’re stuck by her side, days without her felt like a step towards insanity - how did it come to this?

it started slow - finding a way to enter your life, she executed it perfectly with the little things that slowly drove you insane.

then everything went by fast - the kiss. her touches. her perfume. but her secret was where you thought you’d finally made yeji choose to settle down and not run away like a stray cat after being fed for so long. how she opened up, her walls down but yours were completely bare. she had your heart then took it, running away once she got what she wanted.

you never believed that love at first sight is real. not until you experienced it yourself that it makes you question whether it’s actually hypnosis.

hwang yeji is like the cheshire cat, she appears whenever she wants to.

“y/n, love… could you help me with this?” with that alluring smile that makes your heart skip a beat. a nod and you’re back to being her puppet lost within the midst of her collection.

like the cheshire cat, she disappears either leaving nothing or traces.

“will you stop sulking? you’re drunk, y/nn. we warned you about her and yet you still fell for her tricks.”

“the fuck do you know?! WHAT MAKES YOU THINK IT’S ONLY A TRICK WHEN YOU NEVER DATED HER!!” it was a wrong move to push yeonjun while drunk or how you clutched onto his top with tear stained cheeks. musky, powdery, with hints of something floral that you know it’s lavender at this point.

throwing a punch at him was not your best move as you’re getting kicked out - that same alluring smile with striking eyes. you hate how you fell for hwang yeji.

you’re slowly going insane as every single little thing reminds you of her. it’s insanity because how could she pull you in, take your heart and leave you bare with nothing but confusion, hatred, questioning everything.

i was hypnotised.

that’s what you choose to believe as you make your way back to her arms as if she didn’t leave you for months to rot wondering what you’ve done to make her leave you.

you’ve lost it. like alice in wonderland meeting the cheshire cat for the first time and being left curious on whether she’s leading you on or there’s a need for an exchange.

i’ve gone crazy in love.

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puppyeji · 1 year

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taste | hwang yeji

TYPE: smut, one shot, idol x reader, fem!idol x fem!reader, short

CONTENT: g!p yeji, blowjobs, cum swallowing, handjobs, subby!yeji, nerdy!yeji, reader's a bit mean to her

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, somnophilia, mean!reader

SUMMARY: yeji was the perfect roommate: she was quiet, organized and slept or studied all day, so she never inconvenienced you. you wake up one day because she can't stop whining in her sleep, clearly bothered by something, and when you see what that something is, you decide to take care of it for her.

WORDS: 2.3k

you've been living with yeji for a few months now. you two met a while ago when you were looking around the neighborhood for cheap places close to your university and you saw each other. the two of you had taken interest in the same apartment and made a deal to split the rent in half and share it.

she was the perfect roommate: you went out at night and came back at morning, ready to sleep until you had to wake up for your classes. meanwhile, she slept all night and left early in the morning for her classes, so you barely bumped into each other and never had any inconveniences. yeji is polite and clean, always keeps her room organized and never complains about yours.

there was just this one thing.

yeji seemed to be having night terrors lately. or something.

your head was killing you and you still had to prepare for an exam in four days so you decided to stay inside tonight, which meant you were at home at the same time yeji was. this was no problem, of course, cause yeji was soundly asleep like always.

but she seemed restless. she was in bed, groaning, tossing and turning around, until she was finally on her stomach, twitching and whimpering. you could hear this from your own room —your walls weren't very thick—, so you decided to go check on her. it was the least you could do, right?

her room was pitch dark, so when you tried to look at her face you had to squint various times, but you could finally tell the shapes of her body from the fabric of the sheets: her long brunette hair was messy, you could see she was wearing some pajama with cute little hearts, which was so childish that you chuckled from second hand embarrassment.

you sat up among the sheets and glimpsed at her face: yeji didn't look like she was sleeping well. she looked uneasy. as you wondered why, she tossed around and turned on her back. you had to be careful, you don't want to wake her up yet. then out of nowhere, yeji whimpers in the dark, startling the fuck out of you.

maybe she's having a nightmare?

you noticed that her breath was a little heavy. perhaps she's sick?

you checked, putting your hand on her forehead and moving away the strands of hair that were sticking to her forehead with sweat. she seemed a bit hot.

yeji makes another sound. it sounds like a cry, and you immediately conclude that she's having nightmares. what could possibly be bothering the girl?

surely it wasn't...

another groan leaves yeji pouty lips again, attracting your attention.

yeji was still tossing and turning, her face glistening with sweat in the dark, so you sigh, deciding to uncover the girl to lower her body temperature. then you pause.

something hard was in underneath the covers, on top of her tummy.

you didn't notice it at first because your eyes hadn't gotten used to the darkness yet, but there was definitely something there.

then, you raised the covers, a bit unsure of what to do. and when you see it you gasp, a smile forming on your face as you try not to laugh out loud.

"oh my..." you cover your mouth with your hand, still fighting the stream of giggles that were threatening to come out at the sight in front of you.

yeji was rock hard. so hard, in fact, that her cock was peaking out of the elastic bands of both her pajama shorts and boxers. the tip of her dick looking very blushed, and positively leaking above the skin of her stomach.

the poor girl was so timid and introverted, she probably never went on dates, let alone hooked up with anyone, which explained why she was so frustrated and pent up.

you take a deep breath, torn between tucking her back and leaving her alone, with a boner unattended, or waking her up to tell her she needed to take care of it so you could both sleep.

those were your only options, right?

you possibly couldn't just...

it was kinda… cute. like the rest of her, after all. you stare at her face to make sure she's still asleep, finding her troubled expressions also still there, hard breathing through her parted lips, making the cupid's bow on her top lip stand out more.

you feel heat coiling at the bottom of your abdomen.

now it's your turn to groan. there's no fucking way. getting all worked up over something like this…

another moan caughts your attention once again: with each of yeji's deep breaths, her abdomen rose, making the flaming tip stroke against both skin and fabric. you find yourself staring harder than you should. there was no point in denying it, your cunt was pulsing needily, undeniably wet.

waking her up is out of the question now, you don't trust your own voice not to be hoarse and groggy. knowing how shy the girl was, she'd also probably start crying like a baby, and then she'd be so traumatized by it that she wouldn't be able to look at you in the face ever again, and she'd move out.

yeji moans, hard enough to startle you.

apparently your hand was on top of it now. huh. wonder how it got there.

you caress it over the thin fabric, out of curiosity, and yeji responds modestly by moaning even louder, and this time you can't stop yourself from squeezing it and biting your lip at the throbbing you felt through her dick.

you can't go back to sleep like this. neither can yeji. she probably wouldn't stop moaning and groaning, and one of the neighbors might hear. fuck.

the sadistic side of you thinks about waking her up and making her feel all the terrible embarassment. then you consider having her wake up, and laugh at her, seeing her eyes full of tears, and her struggle to cover her hard-on with both of her hands, only to realize she had a part of her dick poking out and you'd already seen it.

you're not that cruel, though. and you stop fantasizing about it because she interrupts your thoughts. she's really not shutting the fuck up and keeps whining and moaning.

alright. putting it back it's impossible. it looks way too stiff and sensitive. it also doesn't fit inside if it's hard. so putting it out it is.

you breathe in order to calm down, reaching for the elastic bands while being careful not to touch her dick.

once her pants and boxers are lowered, you observe her with a mix of emotions: well. she's more... well endowed... than you expected. not that you expected anything. of course. she's a loser, it's not like you've ever thought of sucking her off while she's in the middle of a studying session. she was lucky you were even helping her in the first place.

some of her brunette hair was stuck to her open lips, with every breath she let go of an almost inaudible whine, her long lashes fluttered but never really opened, her pale skin displayed in contrast of the dark sheets in her bed, and the clenching of her stomach anytime she groaned made the muscles there tense and show how well defined her abs were.

fuck it.

how come she always looks like a total mess and right now she suddenly looks this fine? those awful glasses finally off of her, allowing you to see her pretty features and and the cute mole on her nose.

the raw scent of her arousal was filling the air. you didn't know whether it came from between your own legs or from yeji's, which only made it worse. the mixed smell of it almost made you think about giving in and waking her up, begging her to fuck you.

fuck. maybe touching her would be enough?

after all you deserve some fun too… right? yeji can't be the only one enjoying it.

just a little. it's not like she'd know.

your finger-tips meet her flesh. she whimpers, harder, and lower. so you don't even think about it before covering her mouth, her warm breathing hitting against your fingers, making you so much wetter when the thought of introducing one digit in crosses your mind.

her cock was much warmer, and much harder than it looked. you moved your whole hand.

fuck.

you know you shouldn't, you know. and yet, before you realize, you grasped her flesh in your hand and started to stroke.

gentle at first, then a little more firm. yeji's blood ushers down clearly to answer your movements: she gets impossibly harder and a drop of precum stains your hand. this fucking loser is so close already, you chuckled under your breath. pathetic.

the shy girl who couldn't even order a pizza through the phone on her own without stuttering was dripping semen on your hand while you gave her a handjob. she was rock hard as well, the tip was crimson even in the darkness, the thick veins were so noticeable and the shaft was big, so big that it didn't fit in your hand.

fuck. it would probably stretch you out so bad. and a part of you wants to know how badly.

but her moans become more gruttural. the fucker was still sleeping, but she was enjoying it, no doubt about it, and you were enjoying it almost as much as her. you close your legs, realizing how much wetter you've gotten. your panties are soaked through by now.

yeji looked like she was about to climax: her hips no longer still, instead she was now steadily fucking herself into your hand, rubbing the skin of the sensitive head against the hole of your fist, savoring what was probably the first handjob she was given in a very long time, if not ever. you decide to give her a bit more of pleasure, leaning down and spitting on her tip, and the sounds she makes are the best fucking thing you've ever head. she's so grateful about the extra lubrication, her cries getting so high and needy.

a bit of fear runs through you. what if yeji wakes up and finds you like this? knowing you should probably stop made the adrenaline in your body spike up, making you whine and close your legs tightly.

also you want to see for yourself. what does little nerdy, bookworm yeji looks like when she's cumming? what would it feel like if she spilled against your hand, shooting ropes of thick cum between your fingers, leaving them sticky and wet?

fuck, what does yeji taste like?

the question popping in your mind makes an immediate idea appear, the exact moment you recall that if yeji cums now she'd make a mess unless you find a napkin or something where she could finish.

then your hand goes faster and faster, the slick noises get louder.

you even fantasize for a bit about what would happen if yeji woke up with your face this close to her dick, maybe she'd grab your head and force your throat down her cock, bottoming out inside your tight mouth, warm and ready for her to fuck and unload her cum on it.

when yeji starts to shake, you bend your head, tucking the loose strands of your hair behind your ear.

your lips feel the first warm, thick spurts, and you realize you got the timing wrong, so you open your mouth quickly to welcome the rest. yeji is far too big to take in, but you still get to enjoy the warmth of her pulsating cock, the wetness of your tongue offering some delicious relief to the heat of her cockhead before being drowned in more cum, the strong taste of it being the first thing you feel. yeji didn't touch herself. yeji didn't have sex, damn, she probably didn't even get to finish while having these wet dreams. bearing that in mind, it made sense that she'd cum this much, and this thick. the heavy substance started to drip from the corners of your mouth and you had to get your hands up and under your chin in order to avoid spilling it on her covers.

you cough a little. it's a bit sick but the thought of being the one offering comfort to her in this way makes you strangely turned on.

this is disgusting, is what you should probably think. you weren't even a big fan of giving head, but the pleasure you got from tasting yeji was overwhelming.

you feel the taste of it for a bit more before swallowing, deciding it's a bit too weird to keep playing with it in your mouth if yeji's not even awake for you to give a show. then you wipe the corners of your mouth with your hands, not wasting any of it, also bringing your fingers to your mouth and licking.

how come you didn't even get to orgasm but you were still left panting and sweaty?

you laugh under your breath. yeji was still sleeping.

unbelievable.

her dick was now beginning to soften. now it was cuter.

you take a final look to the girl sleeping in her bed. a relaxed expression finally blooming on her face, all thanks to you.

then she begins to stir.

okay, that's your cue to go.

before you can mess up you quickly cover her lower body with the sheets, and leave, shutting the door softly enough to prevent any sound from leaking out.

you go back to your room and decide to sleep, both your exam and your headache long forgotten, and the throbbing between your legs unbearable, but you couldn't possibly touch yourself. that wouldn't satisfy you, that's not what you craved. what you craved was in the other room, sleeping peacefully after cumming in your mouth.

the next morning you wake up, going to the kitchen and seeing yeji having breakfast all by her own. if yeji realized her pants and boxers were lower than they were when she went to bed she doesn't mention it or asks about it.

she does blushes to her ears when you pass next to her, though. and you see her covers and sheets in the dirty laundry basket when you go to the laundry room later that afternoon.

you think to yourself you got lucky it didn't end any other way. still, you know you won't ever be able to forget about her taste.

maybe yeji wouldn't mind if you paid her another nightly visit?

#hwang yeji #yeji itzy #yeji smut #g!p #fem!reader #drabble #nerdy!yeji #tw: noncon #tw: dubcon #tw: somnophilia #itzy smut #g!p yeji #you've no idea how many somno fics i had to read to be able to write this #there's probably a lot of mistakes but i'm too lazy to fix them

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