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hello my favourite argenti kisser. it is i. your supreme overlord ^_^ i am here to, very politely, ask for aventurine and robin dating hcs. shambles away miserably. you know who i am. goot bye <3

dating aventurine and robin

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note: hello supreme overlord!!! you can shamble all u want . i will remember . anyways i had a lot of fun writing this :) please accept my humble offering . i hope u enjoy 🫡

Despite his seemingly friendly exterior, AVENTURINE isn’t as easy to get to know as some might assume. He teases, and befriends, and invites, but always keeps people at an arm’s length — for many years this is how he’s lived, and he was wholly under the pretence that he would continue on like this until he died.

Early on in your relationship, it might not feel like you’re even dating at all. He invites you to his fancy IPC parties as a plus one, but gives you about the same amount of attention as everybody else. He asks you about your day, but never talks about himself. It takes him a while to warm up to you — maybe he ends up enchanted watching the way you talk about your passions, or maybe he’s awestruck by the smile you throw his way as you thank him for a gift he got for you. Either way, he falls hard, like a meteor crashing down to earth.

Aventurine’s love language seems like it would be gift-giving, but it’s far too easy to buy you things, he thinks. His time is far more scarce, and therefore far more precious to him. He’ll text you after he clocks out with a dinner invitation to somewhere he knows you like — he’s already made the reservation, so what do you say? He’ll watch you drone about your day with some smitten look on his face until his food goes cold.

Without his usual suave bravado he feels a little too vulnerable than what he’s used to — sometimes, when he looks at you, he feels like he’s looking straight into the sun for the first time, blinding and comforting all at once.

His love is genuine, if a little clumsy, too. You might get calls from him throughout the day while he’s at work: nothing’s wrong, he’s quick to say, he just wanted to hear your voice. His hand reaches out for yours in the same smooth, practiced motion as always, but the way his fingers curl around yours, his thumb brushes over your knuckles is new, almost shy — and if you’re able to catch the look on his face before he glances away, you’ll be able to see the gentle upturn of his lips, a delicate little arc, brighter than any gem he could ever present to you.

ROBIN's love for you is something akin to the feeling of walking into a well-lived room: warm, familiar, safe. No matter how long you’ve actually been together, she always feels some sense of innocent puppy-love for you — always enamoured by the way you speak, and smile, and laugh, and…

It’s quite likely that you’re her first romantic relationship. She’s had fans in the past that might’ve liked the idea of her more than her actual self, but with you she feels seen in all the best ways. She doesn’t feel the need to play any role, or keep her hair neat and voice soft and back straight. In your company she feels she can let herself be, let herself hold your hand across the table or wipe a little bit of food off the corner of your lips. Would you be so kind as to let her? She hopes so — the feeling of your warmth next to hers is more exhilarating than the cheers of any crowd.

Robin’s preferred kind of dates are the more lowkey kind: maybe you just want to have a home-cooked dinner, or to watch a movie in the living room? She’ll help you set up the kitchen or help decide on a movie. It’s not uncommon for her to encounter reporters or paparazzi while out and about, and while she might be used to it, she doesn’t want you to get caught in the crossfire. It’s like a breath of fresh air for her, too — everything is so much less stifling when it’s just the two of you.

She seems like the type to express her love in little ways, too. She’ll order your coffee in the way that you like without even having to ask, or she’ll adjust your collar if it’s crooked before you go out together. The thought of you permeates all her thoughts and actions, too — in a crowd of people she’ll find herself singing only to you, and as you walk hand-in-hand through the late-night streets of the Golden Hour, not even the brightest lights will be able to tear her eyes away from you, the sweetest dream she could ever hope to have.

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Penacony Reactions to you spanking them

No TW’s I think. Just sillies being silly. Established relationship with Reader in all these hc’s.

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Hanabi

Head snaps 180° at you and you scream.

She’s traumatized you and now you will never do it again.

This doesn’t stop her from getting you back, though. And she’ll do it in public to make it worse. It’s not a one-and-done deal either, it becomes a regular thing.

You’ve just sentenced yourself to a life of sore-booty and humiliation. Was it really worth it?

Black Swan

Stares at you.

Her expression is a little hard to read and the longer she looks at you the more you feel implored to apologize.

She’s not mad though, she’s actually rather amused. And she’s getting even more entertainment by watching you squirm.

Eventually she gives and just chuckles. If you’ll allow her, then she’ll give you a nice tap on the butt too.

Sampo

He does that one goofy (Mickey mouse) scream.

Very animated reaction. Jumps 10 feet off the ground and covers his behind. He looks back at you like a kicked puppy but you know it’s all fake.

Sniffles and says smthn like, “How could you do this to your best bud, Sampo?”

Gets you back when you least expect it. Like you actually scream bloody murder because your guard is down and you can’t hear him sneak up on you bc he’s light on his feet. It doesn’t matter if you’re in public either. Be very afraid.

Aventurine

“Woah! Getting a little frisky, eh?”

If you’ve got something separating you two like a chair or a counter, he will chase you around it to reach you. Spanks you back, harder, with zero hesitation.

He starts tapping your butt as a regular thing afterwards. Almost like a greeting.

“Hey babe.” Then a light slap. When he feels extra mischievous he’ll grab it.

Acheron

You are unable to slap her booty because she catches your hand before it makes contact.

Just kind of looks at you and goes, “What are you doing.”

You explain to her that spanking is a sort of gesture between close companions. She doesn’t quite get it but decides to just go with it.

Later on, when she greets you, she strikes her hand down on your behind so hard that your teeth clatter. She asks if she did it right with such a hopeful tone, that you can’t find it in yourself to tell her that shattering someone’s pelvis is not part of the gesture. (When she does find out that she’s hurt you she apologizes deeply and coddles you)

Dr. Ratio

Lets out a high pitched yelp.

Gives you the most scandalized look and defensively rubs his tush.

“Did you really just do what I think you did?”

Strategizes a way to get you back. He has a blackboard with physics equations for the perfect angle and fall of his hand, pinned papers and calendars with your schedule and his, etc. He’s terrible at hiding his intentions too. When the time comes for his revenge you already anticipate it. What you didn’t anticipate was how strong he was. You guess those biceps aren’t just for show.

Firefly

Why would you ever? What kind of monster are you?

She yelps and just stares at you; hands covering her behind, face flushed, and her mouth agape.

Apologize.

Sam

You have a death wish.

Another one who catches your hand before you can spank. He just puts your hand back in your lap and goes, “No.”

He actually just doesn’t want you to hurt yourself. His… butt… isn’t very soft, you see.

If you want him to, he’ll lightly tap yours back.

March 7nth

Gasps and launches herself at you with full intention of getting you back.

It turns into a chase, where you run in circles around the gazebo until she gets too tired and gives up.

You laugh about it but later forget. Little do you know, March has been scheming ever since.

“AHA!” You feel a harsh slap against your behind and yelp. The vendor you were talking to looks at you and your girlfriend as if you’ve both grown an extra head. She laughs victoriously, “See? I told you payback was coming!”

Robin

“Oh!!!” Gasps and covers herself. She’s a little freaked out at first but once she see’s it’s you she giggles.

You don’t really expect her to spank you back but she does. With the same amount of force that you used.

It kinda escalates into a competition where you two see who can land the most spanks in one day. Just don’t do it in front of her brother.

You’re losing btw.

Sunday

Do NOT spank him in public. He will be very crossed with you. Not funny did not laugh.

You may proceed with the spank if you are in private though.

He actually squeaks when you do. Then once the initial shock wears off he laughs, incredibly amused by you. Doesn’t say it but he plans on returning the favor.

When he does get you back you don’t expect it. You’re probably cooking or marking off the calendar when he passes you and goes, “Good morning, my love.” And then he slaps your butt. Moderate strength, enough to make you yelp but not enough to sting.

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it shouldn’t have been this way, you thought. but was it too late to back out? yes, it sure was.

what you had so thought would be peaceful discussion with navia, had gone entirely wrong. and you couldn’t fully grasp it, at just how fast everything had happened. you could swear just a few hours ago you two were alright, but what happened?

you had done nothing wrong, yet just why was navia… being so cold now?

the usually composed and joyous president of the spina di rosula, now standing in front of you with her hand entangled in your hair. fingers wrapped so tightly around your tresses while you take her cock in your mouth.

the thick girth was forcing its way into your mouth, causing your eyes to water. honestly, you still wonder why you ended up here. whatever the reason may be, you were sure it wasn’t true.

and now as you stare up at her eyes only to be met with a now unsympathetic gaze, you hoped deep down so much, that she’d come to her senses once again.

you would look at her, as if asking for her to be merciful, yet nothing changes.

“you… definitely deserve this.”

a/n : i swear this random ong pls

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Navia x gn!reader

I feel like Navia would be the sweetest in bed while fucking you stupid. Change my mind.

you can’t.

NSFW under cut

“Na-Navia!” You yelled out, feeling her strap continuously pound into your sobbing cunt.

“My pretty little thing so good for me~” She cooed into your ear as she pushed further in. The girth of the cock she was using was much larger than you normally used. It hit every spot making you see stars.

“You look so pretty, all fucked like this.”

She gave you little praises here and there making your cunt tighten around her strap.

You were being so good for her, moaning and screaming her name. Oh how she loves your sweet noises.

Your legs wrapped around her letting her know that you were close. Tears streamed down your eyes as the pressure in your stomach built up.

The room was filled with noises from your cunt and skin slapping.

“Navia—‘cummin” you moaned out. Navia began to fuck you harder and faster. You felt the tip hit the plushy part in you. Your brain turned into mush and drool began to run down your mouth.

“Cum for me pretty thing. I wanna hear you scream my name~” She said in such a sweet sultry voice.

The knot in your stomach snapped

“NAVIA!”

you squirted on her strap and bed. She wasn’t slowing down and you were overstimulated.

“nghhh- navia—w-wait!” You tried prying her off but she wasn’t budging. She bite down on your neck leaving a bruised mark behind.

“If you can still speak then I’m not done. One more time sweetheart.”

Your second orgasm was coming in hot and you couldn’t warn Navia in time before coming again.

It wasn’t until after your 5th time coming she pulled out. You were drooling, eyes rolled back and cum pooling on the bed. She lowered her head to meet your cunt and kissed it. You yelped at the touch.

She cleaned you up, making sure to change the sheets and give you water before cuddling with you.

“Good night my love. Je T'aime.” She said and smiled.

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BE MY MUSE

synopsis: "paint me like one of your fontaine girls..."

featuring: navia, clorinde, furina, lynette

rating: 18+ smut (men and minors dni)

warnings: artist! reader, sub! afab fem reader (navia, clorinde, furina), dom! afab fem reader (lynette), voyeurism, mast.urbation, not full on smut but it is heavily implied, cunnilingus (reader giving), fing.ering, degradation (furina), praise, teasing, sensual touching, might be ooc.

art credits: blue period

NAVIA

Navia chuckles to herself as the last piece of clothing is discarded on the floor. Her slim, feminine, body perched elegantly against the satin sheets of the cushion, basking effortlessly in the dayglow of Fontaine’s sun like the Goddess she seemed to be. You swallowed your mouth dry. Taken aback with how ethereal she looked in the moment as her golden locks framed her face like a portrait hung in your gallery.

Navia purses her lips together, a curious, yet amused smirk causing a heart to form at her mouth. She chuckled, a prick of heat burning at your insides.

“Never seen a woman naked before?” She smiles, nude body all on display with no shame whatsoever. She was the one who had asked you to paint her, after all, of course she wouldn’t be embarrassed. It was her request…

“I have.” You quickly retorted back, gripping the stem of your brush with a tighter hand. “…Just not as exquisite as you.”

Her cheeks pinkened at your honesty, before she quickly covered it up with a smile.

“You flatter me, Artist,” she giggles, leaning back in her seat to leave all her assets on display. “Tell me then, does my request to paint me nude, make you nervous?”

She hugs herself to squish her breasts together, a sight that has you clearing your throat and looking away nervously. “Of course not, I’ve done commissions of all bodies. Clothed, and nude.”

Navia smirks at this.

“Then…is it normal for the Artist to get so flustered over her muse?”

There’s an essence of mischief in her tone. It has you clutching your paintbrush with strength similar to that of a stress ball. “I am not…flustered.” You say in a gritty tone, avoiding her bright blue eyes as you start to mark out the lines of her figure. “Let’s just move on with the painting. Please, get in a position that pleases you, my lady.”

Another smirk. That didn’t seem good.

“Like this?” Navia taunts with pleasure, lying back against her seat and leaving everything out for you to witness. You swallowed again, eyes wandering over her smooth, supple, chest. Areolas a pretty, puffy, pink color that stiffened the more she exposed them to the drafty air.

“Ah…that’s good.” You say with a stiff mumble. “Are you alright with staying like that for an hour or so?”

“Hm, perhaps not.” Navia tuts with fake afterthought. “I think I’ll choose a different position.”

She suddenly spreads her legs a bit wider, a gasp catching in the back of your throat as your eyes landed on the flower that sat between Navia’s legs. It was cleanly shaven —not waxed, but you could tell she had shaved before your appointment— and soft from the way she pressed against one of the folds. She flashed you a suggestive grin, before giggling at the sight of you all enamored by her pussy.

“Are you going to start painting soon?” Navia asks in a delighted tone. “Before you begin, let me just…” She suddenly dips one of her fingers into her cunt and sighs, a breathy moan leaving her lips. “There, all done…”

If you were blushing before, you were a lava cake by now. Navia could practically see the steam coming out from your face, and she chuckles before circling her clit with her thumb. “I guess a woman has never toyed with herself in front of you, hm?” She groans, slowly rubbing circles around her clit until she’s wet enough to appear glistening. “Are you embarrassed?”

You shook your head no. Clearly enamored by the sight of the Spina di arousal president masturbating in front of you. “Was this your goal the whole time? To…taunt me with your body?”

Navia laughs at this and shakes her head no, “Of course not, mon amour.” She uses two fingers to spread her two walls apart. “I want you to touch me.”

Almost like a song, you were drawn to where she was seated, dropping your brush to the ground and forgetting about the painting entirely. Navia smiles tenderly at the way you follow her command, pushing you down until you are kneeled by her feet like a priestess worshiping her divinity. “I was thinking the portrait could be from a different point of view,” She mutters under her breath. “It’s important for the Artist to commit it to memory…”

Combing her fingers through your hair, she slowly pushes your face into her folds and gasps, head tilted back in ecstasy, while your tongue begins to taste what heaven feels like.

“Ah…”

CLORINDE

The intimidating, Champion Duelist of Fontaine was currently lying sprawled out against your couch with her muscular body out on display. Amongst the obvious parts of her body that caught your attention, her muscles were what drew you in, as the Champion Duelist had rough, toned scars lining her chest from years of dangerous battle.

As an Artist, you were infatuated. Using the tip of your brush to stroke each line on her abs and highlight every curve of her legs. Which, mind you, we’re chiseled to perfection under the lamp side lighting of your room.

“…Thank you for taking the time to…paint me.” Clorinde whispers under a husky breath. “Especially considering the…circumstances…”

She blushes slightly at her position. Rough, calloused body proving a beautiful muse for you to work on as you’ve had the honor of painting Clorinde’s body nude. (Courtesy of her request)

“It’s no problem, Captain Clorinde.” You say in a professional tone, trying to ignore the ache between your legs when you see her thigh flex its toned structure. “I have done this countless times. You are in the hands of an expert.”

The Duelist smiles softly at your reassurance, deciding to sit up from the sofa.

“Miss Clorinde, I’m not done yet—”

“Could you come over for a moment?” She speaks in a low tone, catching you off guard with how smooth she was being. “Just for a moment. I want to see your hands.”

“…My hands?” You chewed your lip for a moment before getting up from your seat and walking over to the couch. Clorinde leaning back and letting all her muscles move with precision. “Yes, your hands,” she murmurs ever so huskily, reaching over to cup your wrist. “I want to look at them…”

You felt the rough, battle-worn calluses of her fingertips wrap around your hand and pull you closer. An intimate, quiet moment falling between you two, as Clorinde bites her lip and examines the calluses of your own battles.

“Such soft hands, yet they hold their own roughness from your artwork,” the Captain murmurs, almost as if she were enamored by just the sight of you. (She was)

“Captain Clorinde, please…” you laugh shyly. “You speak of me like I’m the art. I’m merely just the artist.”

She growls a little at that statement and shakes her head no. “I may be your muse at the moment, but I can’t help but wish to see you nude in my place.”

In that moment, you find yourself seated on the lap of the very naked Champion Duelist, who has helped herself with teasing you under the leggings of your clothes. You can’t help but agree to every little thing she does, as she begins nibbling against your neck to leave her own works of art.

“I’d like to try a hand at painting myself,” she murmurs hotly into your ear, “Care to be my canvas, Artist?”

You can’t find it in yourself to say no. Shakily nodding your head as she begins to rub circles against your clit with her strong, calloused, fingers.

“That’s a good girl.”

FURINA

Furina chuckles amusingly at the sight of Fontaine’s world renown artist currently hiding behind her easel. The archon herself was used to people kneeling before her, but she found entertainment in the way the cute, bashful artist she hired to commission was too nervous to look her in the eye. “What’s wrong, young artist…” Furina chuckles wickedly, “Are you really that shocked at your archon’s pure beauty?”

She crosses one leg over the other, her nude figure perched confidently by a table as she takes a sip of tea like usual. The way she was acting around you made you think she was doing this on purpose.

“I…you are beautiful indeed, my archon,” you respond to her nervously. “I just didn’t expect for you to disrobe so quickly.”

Furina sneers at the way you fidget so anxiously, tipping her teacup down to the point you worried it might spill. “Aren’t you an artist?” She chuckles behind her hand, “An artist who specializes in nude paintings as well. Tell me, does the sight of your beloved archon all skimmed down to her nudity really bother you that much?”

“No, of course not!” You quickly retort defensively. “It’s just quite a shocker to have your archon disrobe in front of you so…quickly.”

You bite your lip and look away. “You got out of your clothes quicker than I could get out my paints…”

Furina laughs hysterically at your quiet little stammer before running a hand over the smoothness of her thighs. “Oh…you’re just too cute…” she sputters under her laughs. “I definitely made the right choice in choosing you…”

She leans back against the chair and bites one of her manicured nails. That stuck up, haughty smile prickling you with annoyance as your archon seemed to treat this as a game. “You should be grateful I even asked you to paint me at all,” she snickers before uncrossing her legs. “You have the blessing of seeing Focalors’ body in the flesh.”

Your throat tightened at the sight of her legs now spread wide for you to see just how wet she was beneath her clothes. According to what you saw, she had been dripping for a while, but hid it well due to how she crossed her legs while seated right in front of you.

“M-Miss Furina…I…” your cheeks burned and you couldn’t look away.

“I…I…what?” She smirked mockingly at your stutter and teases you even more by pinching one of her nipples. The sight alone causes a burning ache between your legs, and you couldn’t help but stare entranced at the way she squeezed her own breast. “Go on, spit it out. If you say the right thing, I might just let you touch me yourself.”

“Pardon!?”

“Oh, don’t be so modest,” she snaps her finger and beckons you over. “You think I don’t notice the way you look at me so hungrily? What a pervert you are, dear Artist…”

The way she wags her finger at you almost has you on your hands and knees, crawling towards her like you were being pulled on a leash. Furina is delighted at the sight, looking joyous as she gives you a proper show of spreading her pussy lips even wider. Her slick, dripping essence cascading down the milky white thighs of your archon, and looking like the perfect muse for you to commit to memory.

“I want to see just how lithe an Artist’s fingers are,” Furina tuts, degradingly tapping your nose before propping you up to become face to face with her cunt. “Impress me, then perhaps I can give you an extra tip for a job well done.”

“But Miss Furina, your painting…”

“Silence.” She pulls you up by the hair and sneers. “This is a much better use for your hands, hm?”

LYNETTE

Lynette was definitely on the shyer side when she asked to become your muse. She had always admired your artwork, silently wishing that one day, she could take the place of one of your nude paintings, basking in an ethereal afterglow of your brushstrokes, as she wanted to be the center of your attention. (And only your attention)

You were surprised, needless to say, when the quiet magician’s assistant asked you after her show to become your muse. Even more surprised when she silently requested for it to be a nude drawing. Though you masked your surprise quite well, a small part of you was curious to see the beautiful body of the mysterious magician’s assistant, as she was very secretive with her personal life to the point not a lot of people knew about her.

You took up the commission, currently setting up your easel and waiting for Lynette to disrobe from her clothing. A comfortable silence falling between you two, before the sound of fabric hitting the floor caught your attention.

“…I’m ready.” Lynette spoke quietly, causing you to peek out from behind your canvas.

The cat woman was currently perched atop your couch in her full, nude, glory. Chest perky from the way the cold air hit her nipples, along with the smooth, supple skin of her back arched beautiful against the satin cushions. Her ears flattened in slight embarrassment from being in such a provocative situation, yet you couldn’t take her eyes off her as she was just so breathtakingly beautiful.

“Oh, how sweet…” you murmur with a smile, caught in awe with how stunning Lynette is. “Get in a comfortable position for me, will you? You’ll have to stay like that for an hour or two.”

Her ears flattened even more and she nodded, stiffly moving so that her body was sitting upright in a rather erect position. She looked quite firm and…not relaxed at all, placing her hands on her knees and sitting as if she were waiting for her appointment at the doctor’s office.

“…Oh dear,” you chuckled a bit at the way she was sitting. “That position is a bit too stiff for my liking. Here, let me help you.”

Setting your paint sets down, you walked over closer to where Lynette sat and saw her visibly tense up. You frowned a little at her discomfort and raised your hands in the air. “Don’t worry, I won’t touch you anywhere you don’t want me to. I’m just going to lightly guide your body to a more comfortable position.”

You smiled warmly at her and saw her ears twitch with acceptance. Slowly, she lets you guide her body down to lie on the couch, your eyes locked on hers and causing a small blush to adorn the cat woman’s pale cheeks.

“…Thank you,” Lynette whispers, her voice soft as she gazes up at you with longing. “I am a bit…embarrassed, however.”

“There is no need to be embarrassed,” you chuckle comfortingly, patting her head like you would with a cat. “The human body is beautiful, and yours is just as exquisite as any of the other muses I’ve had the pleasure of painting.”

She blushes softly at the way you call her body beautiful, and Lynette lets out a soft little purr of pleasure under your pets. “Can you…help me relax a little?” She asks in a quieter voice, almost embarrassed with her request. “My body is too tense. I need my muscles to…relax…”

You smile softly at the way she paws at your hand and slowly drags it downwards. Your fingers lightly stroking down her neck, her chest, her stomach, before finally reaching the twitching ache of her walls beneath you.

“Here?” You ask with a certain tenderness, lightly pushing against her clit like a button.

“Yes…!” Lynette whimpers, grasping onto your back with her nails. “Right there…”

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can you write sub g!p yeji x 6th member dom!reader wherein yj unintentionally got hard during their dance practice (she's flustered 'cause she doesn't know what to do... and she's wearing grey sweatpants) and reader noticed it and decided to help her by grinding on her and they both came?

Word Count: 1.38k

A/N: i like this ask alot! ;) something about subby tops is just so asjdkasjdjasld

At this point, Yeji wishes the ground would just swallow her up whole. The day was getting worse and worse for her, first a mix-up with the laundry so she had to go boxer less, the only clean pants she could find were grey sweatpants, already a dangerous combination.

Practice had been running over by almost two hours and the girls were nowhere near finished. Sweaty, tired and cranky. You had offered to go over your solo choreography now and give the girls a small rest, hearing a chorus of 'thank you's as you walked to the middle of the floor and saw in the mirror as they all slumped against the back wall, water bottles already half opened and eyes half closed.

So Yeji sat with her legs uncomfortably crossed, hands placed over her ever-growing bulge as you worked with your instructor, your hoodie thrown to the side and you were left in your sports bra and she was so sure there wasn't much support in it. Her sweatpants you borrowed, hanging off your figure. Your hair was messy, and you were sweaty and panting, this was just all too much for Yeji.

Humming and murmuring agreements when the girls spoke to her but overall she wasn't listening. Staring at your figure and trying to tear her eyes away but failing. You just looked so good, and you definitely knew it.

You were aware of Yeji's secret, you had walked in on her in the first few months of being a rookie group and swore to keep a secret, but you loved that you were the only one to turn her on, she was never like that around any of the other girls and having that power did something dangerous to you.

She was so obedient, such a big puppy, and would just follow you around and drop everything to help you. The looks you would always receive when you would bend over to pick up something or stretch and moan in pleasure, you had her wrapped around your finger and you loved it.

Finishing up and going back over to the girls, Yeji's eyes trailed up your body as you got closer and stopped inches from her feet, gesturing with your hands for her to move her hands and plopping yourself down in her lap. A small squeak slipped past her lips and her cheeks went bright red, breathing becoming controlled and hands staying glued to the floor.

But then Lia just had to call your name as the group stood up, causing you to turn your body to face her and press down further against her hard dick, causing Yeji to bite her lip in an attempt to stifle the moan. You knew what you were doing, you just wanted to get her alone and if this was how you had to do it, so be it.

'Adjusting' yourself in her grip, hands coming to her thighs to steady yourself, hands gripping slightly and shifting one more time before settling. The conversation you and Lia were having was muted to her as she tried her best not to cum immediately.

"Yeji?" you whined, looking back at her and her eyes came back into focus, looking at you and then the girls stood behind you. She blinked a couple times and shook her head to clear her thoughts. Clearing her throat.

"Uh-I'm sorry, what was it?" she asked, voice shaky and soft.

"We're going to the canteen, wanna come?" Lia smirked and Yeji didn't miss that little euphemism there. Shaking her head in rejection and slouching her body back against the wall. Watching as the girls left and gently closed the door behind them. Waiting until the sounds of their footsteps got fainter, you made your move.

Leaning forward, out of her lap, hands on the ground and your knees the same, making sure your ass was right in front of her, taking your time as you laid down and stretched your arms, your back stretching and letting out a small gasp of pleasure.

Opening your eyes and looking to her, her eyes immediately darting away and her mouth letting out an awkward cough, hands shooting back to her lap and covering her bulge, especially covering the small wet patch that had started to form.

"Yeji," you called, her eyes slowly and hesitantly meeting yours, cheeks red and mouth parted.

"Yes?" she whispered, embarrassed beyond belief and feeling disgusted with herself. She liked you, so so much, it hurt. She wanted to be yours and you hers. Wanted to hold you, kiss you, love you, but deep down she was so sure you thought she was nothing more than a freak. She wasn't though, you knew she wasn't and it pained you deeply that she thought so low of herself.

"Come here, baby," you husked out, a hand gesturing for her to come closer, her cheeks bright red and eyes wide as she scooted closer to you, legs tucked up to her chest, patting her knee and letting them come down to be crossed, hands trying to causally cover her bulge, she knew the gig was up but still she was so embarrassed.

You knelt opposite her, sitting on your heels and looking up into her eyes.

"Don't do that," you husked out, hand on top of hers and squeezing, "Lemme see your big cock."

You moved her hands, one at a time and set them by her sides. Leaning further into her and lips ghosting just on the corner of hers.

"Lemme help you, baby."

She nodded so weakly, letting her hands fall to her sides and biting her lip as you palmed her heavy leaking cock through her sweatpants, the damp patch growing larger and larger. You pulled at her arms and got her to drape herself over you, lowering yourself down to the floor and letting her thighs trap you underneath her. Strong arms holding her up and your legs circling her waist, keeping her still.

"We really don't have a lot of time," you kissed along her jawline, eventually coming up to her cheeks. "Can't fuck you properly, handsome." spoke with a fake pout on your lips, arms circling around her neck and pulling her down to kiss those damn lips softly.

Giggling at the hums and whines she let out while your tongue played with hers. Leaving her mouth slowly, tugging on her bottom lip and letting go. Guiding her hips to slow against yours and your foot tapping the back of her thigh, the motion causing her hips to jerk into yours, the contact leaving her a moaning mess.

"Go on baby, use me," you whispered, her hips slow and hesitant as they started to hump against yours, rolling and grinding her hips as she let out soft whines of pleasure, arms behind your head as they secured you there, head ducked beside your ear as she moaned and hummed.

Losing her mind when your moans started to get louder, legs tightening on her waist and incoherent rambles left your lips.

"So g-good baby, so big. Want you to f-fuck me tonight, make me yours." you gasped out, each grind you felt hit your clit, you could feel her hot cock through those thin sweatpants, snaking your hand down between your sweaty bodies and into her sweatpants, hand finally making contact with her cock.

Making her humping get harsher, hand wrapping around, well attempting to, not being able to wrap fully around, slowly jerking her cock and how wet it was from all the precum. There was so much that you were drooling.

Her hand was quickly removing yours, pinning it down and continuing to 'fuck' into you, grunting and hands flying to your hips, pulling them onto her hard cock over and over again. You came messily, soaking your sweatpants and covering your thighs. Yeji pulled out her hard cock and jerked it, head was thrown back and one hand holding your waist as she came over your stomach. Panting as she quickly fetched your gym bag, pulling out a pair of leggings and helping you clean yourself up and change into them.

Your underwear ruined and sweatpants soaked through, a small smile on Yeji's face as she slowly regressed back to her shy self.

Hand on your waist as you both awaited the girls, coming back with drinks and snacks in hand, too engrossed in their own conversation that the two of you.

Yeji hovered behind you as you all talked and even during downtime during practice. Her hands on your waist and murmuring praises into your ear.

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xllmx · 2 days

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HWANG YEJI | STUCK ON A FEELING.

hwang yeji x fem!reader.

cw: smut, g!p, body praise, unsafe sex, dom!yeji, pet names, semi-private sex.

summary: you watch yeji’s pre-recorded performance for ‘river’ which clearly has an impact on you.

word count: 967

you breathe heavily. you’re the lucky fan who could make it to the pre-recording of performance that your bias has. hwang yeji’s body sways perfectly on the stage, she’s devouring this performance. the song choice that was made 2 years ago for her performance is still a chef’s kiss.

fans that surround you scream loudly when yeji grins at them, her siren eyes pierce everyone that is watching her and her moves. besides, you cannot take any pictures or videos during this, which is understandable… but it feels like some kind of spell is on you, because you just can’t take off your eyes from the hwang yeji. she’s the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen on pictures and videos but in the real life? unbelievable. she has an ethereal beauty that you must look at.

yeji comes to the mirror and the light goes off, just to switch to other hwang, but hyunjin this time. you can’t think of anything else, but woman that performed a few moments ago.

you finally look at the stage, hyunjin puts all of his energy and efforts into his performance, sweating so much. the dance break is perfect, but the sudden addition of guitars sends shivers down your spine, just to make you run out of your breath, when you see yeji come to the stage. she’s as perfect as the art, charming everyone here.

the song ends and the crowd cheers loudly and soon the staff sends everyone home, saying goodbyes. for sure, this performance going to linger in your mind for a long time. you mind your business when someone grabs your arm harshly, pulling you closer to them.

“you’re not leaving this place as fast as you thought.” someone whispers, hot breath tingles your ear, sending shivers down your spine. as someone says that, they lead you to some kind of room, the hall barely filled with people. the person that holds you not letting you to look at them, holding your head still. they led you to the dressing room, making sure to close the door.

finally, they remove their grip onto you, letting you to turn around and look at them. “i- what the hell?” you whisper the last part, as you see hwang yeji herself in front of you. you look and sound dumbfounded, shocked by the fact that she just led you here. “you look surprised, kitten. didn’t expected me to be your ‘kidnapper’?” yeji says the last word with mocking tone, as her fingers brush against your jawline, moving down to your collarbone.

moving closer, her lips are inches away from yours, making you nervous and unintentionally grab yeji’s shoulders, “you better enjoy this as much as you enjoyed my performance tonight, babe.” yeji whispers before her soft lips touched yours, hungrily kissing you, your one arm snaking around her neck, unintentionally too, of course. you felt yeji run her tongue along your lower lip, making you part your lips and letting her in. you’re not even fight for dominance in this kiss, yeji is the leading one.

also leading you to some sofa in this room, she pushes you down, making you sit down. before this moment, you totally ignored anything else but when you saw yeji unbuckling her pants that revealed her bulge, you couldn’t be more eager to feel her inside you than before. yeji pulls down her boxers, her cock sprung out, “suck me off, kitten.” she says, her hand pulls your hair, making you let out a whine. “your body is just as perfect as i thought.” you say, looking down from her abs to her dick, before taking her length.

yeji moans, as she starts moving her hips, making you take more of her length in your mouth. you help yourself by stroking her dick with your hand, yeji moves her hips, forcing her full length inside your mouth, deep throating you. with few more thrusts she pulls back before hurriedly unbuckled your pants, pulling them down along with your underwear.

“so wet… can’t wait to feel my cock inside you, am i right?” yeji says as she aligned herself between your legs. you nod your head, almost whining as you move your hips to feel her. “you better use your words, i can’t hear you.” yeji demands, slapping your pussy and receiving a whine, more like a cry from you. “f-fuck, yeji… please fuck me, i want your cock inside me.” you say, seeing yeji smile before she slid her full length inside your pussy, making you arch your back and moan her name.

yeji starts thrusting frantically into your pussy while holding onto your waist, making you nearly scream. you can’t think of anything else but yeji and her fucking you restlessly in some dressing room. you repeat her name like a chant, as your hand roam over yeji’s abs, while she starts rubbing your clit, which makes you moan only louder. “fuck! y-yeji, i’m gonna cum!” you say. giving you a particularly harsh thurst yeji wants to pull out, but you stop her. “cum inside, fuck, breed me yeji!” you sound so desperate, hearing you beg drives yeji insane. not thinking about anything else but you, yeji could only speed up her thrusts.

"fuck, fuck, fuck!" yeji whines loudly as she releases deep inside you, warm jets of cum shooting out. yeji moaning your name in pleasure, whilst you cum undone under her, your body trembles. she thrusts a few more times to empty out her cock before completely collapsing against your chest. "shit..."

you both breathe heavily, you play with yeji’s hair, as she laid her head on your chest. “do you treat every fan like that?” you ask her, when yeji looks at you, chuckling. “not every fan is my girlfriend.”

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If Yeji wants it, she'll have it.

Yeji x Lia, Yeji x Ryujin, Yeji x Chaeryeong, Yeji x Yuna

Length: 855 words

Tags: g!p Yeji, dom Yeji, futa, free-use, CNC, food sex, phone sex, somnophilia, watersports (golden shower), cock warming

Summary: All the other Itzy members are free-use sex toys for Yeji's horny desires.

AO3

A/N: This is basically a bunch of different kinks condensed into short stories for each Yeji pairing (because when it comes to writing long pieces I lose focus and rarely end up finishing them). If you read through all those tags and decide to continue reading because you're into all of that then congrats, you are one kinky individual.

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If Yeji wants it, she'll have it. Lia in the kitchen cooking? Better hope nothing's currently on the stove cause the older girl will bend her over the counter, grinding her dick into Lia's still clothed mound. At first Lia will complain about how its unsanitary and say ridiculous things like "the kitchen is where you prepare things that go in your mouth, not your other holes", but Yeji knows its all talk when she can feel the wetness seeping through her roommates panties.

After a few minutes of fucking her into the kitchen counter, Yeji notices the array of vegetables yet to be prepared. "Pick up that cucumber and fuck your mouth with it, I know you like having both your holes filled at the same time". Lia does as she's told. With one hand holding herself up, she uses the other to suck off the green rod, timing it so that Yeji's hard thrusts matches when she shoves it down her mouth. This continues until Yeji has her fill, finishing inside Lia's creamy pussy. She's not completely inconsiderate, making sure to pull the girl's panties and leggings back up to help prevent leakage whilst she finishes cooking.

Ryujin's in the middle of a phone call? Yeji uses the girl's free hand to palm her own cock through her shorts, letting Ryu know what she wants. With a devilish grin, the younger girl looks up to her leader, feeling her bulge grow as she rubs the outline. Yeji pauses these ministrations to pull her pants off, her cock springing free. "Stroke it for me" she mouths silently, as if Ryujin didn't plan on doing that already.

Ryu distractedly continues with her conversation. Who was she even on the phone with? Honestly it didn't matter to Yeji. All she cared about was the feeling of Ryujin's hand wrapped around her cock, pumping up and down at a rapid pace. Both girls helped contribute spit to the handjob. Ryujin when she was on the listening end of her phone call, and Yeji when she felt it could be a little sloppier. When Ryujin notices the older girls balls tighten and sees her eyelids start to flutter, she directs her cock towards her own chest, letting Yeji nut all over her tits. Satisfied, Yeji then walks away leaving Ryujin sitting there like a used sex toy. She hurriedly finds an excuse to end the phone call, and runs to the bathroom to use Yeji's cum as lube to stroke herself off.

Chareyeong asleep in the middle of the night? Well Yeji's having a hard time falling asleep after seeing Chae's ass imprint through the blanket. Two layers get peeled to the side: firstly the blanket, secondly the sleeping girl's cute panties. Yeji groans at the sight of Chaeryeong's juicy peach, straddling it from on top. Growing impatient, she lines up her cock and pushes deep. The poor girl abruptly wakes up to the feeling of getting her cheeks clapped. Moaning into her pillow, she takes it like a good little slut.

Yeji continues giving her backshots, railing Chae's pussy until the pleasure surges over. Without slowing down, she pumps the younger girl full of cum, feeling those walls tightening around her cock simultaenously. Still sheathed inside, Yeji rolls the girl over so that they're both laying on their sides. "I'm not gonna pull out okay? Keep my cock warm while we sleep" she says as she pulls Chaeryeong in to cuddle her closer.

Yuna trying to take a leak? Yeji will barge in, lock the door behind them and stand next to poor Yuna sitting on the toilet. "Can't it wait Unnie? I really have to go...". Yeji pulls her dick out and slaps Yuna in the face with it. "I'm not stopping you from going, so go" she says, before shoving it in Yuna's hot mouth. Desperate to empty her bladder, Yuna does as she's told and starts pissing, the warm stream splashing out of her pussy as her leader fucks her in the mouth.

Long after Yuna finishes pissing, Yeji finishes in a different way, pulling out of that wet mouth and jerking herself off over Yuna's entire body, making sure spurts of cum land on Yuna's face (who sticks her tongue out like a good girl), her perky tits, and her belly. "Don't move, I've needed to go this whole time too" and with that, Yeji takes a step back and starts pissing on her maknae. Aiming at her face, she splashes Yuna with her warmth, making her way down to her tits and eventually to her clit. All of Yeji's cum and piss runs down the length of Yuna's body, trailing off her pussy down into the toilet below.

Lucky the shower is just a few feet away... Yeji instructs the girl (dripping with her fluids) to hop in the shower with her to clean up. Hot water runs, steam fills the room, and as expected, seeing Yuna's soapy lithe body makes the leader hard again. You already know what happens next. She's Hwang Yeji, and if she wants it, she'll have it.

A/N:Btw this is the first smut that I've ever posted, it's sloppy (heh) but I have a lot partially finished (both short-form stuff like this but also more cohesive actual pieces) in the backrooms aka my notepad so if I'm feeling productive in a degenerate kind of way then those works will eventually see the light of day.

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