Yoo I Was Wondering If You Could Write A Fic With A FtM Reader With A Poly Relationship With Felix And

Yoo I was wondering if you could write a fic with a FtM reader with a poly relationship with Felix and Changbin. It could be purely fluff but if you want it could lead to smut :> Of course take your time with writing it.

JUST THE WAY U R

Paring: Felix x Changbin x FTM reader

Genre: Slight angst, Fluff

Requested

More: Masterlist

A/n: Sorry for the delay, I wanted to write this as best as possible.

M/n, a member of the famous K-pop group Stray Kids, was curled up in the fetal position on his bed, clutching his lower abdomen in agony. His usually bright eyes were bloodshot from the pain, and beads of sweat trickled down his forehead. He hated this. He hated the way it hurt, the way it made him feel weak, the way it made him feel like a freak. No one knew about this, not even his two boyfriends, Felix and Changbin. They loved him, he knew they did, but they didn't know the secret he had been carrying around for years.

M/n was a female-to-male transgender, and he had gotten top surgery. It was supposed to make him feel more comfortable in his own skin, but it hadn't helped with the periods. They still came, still made him feel like shit, still reminded him of the life he had left behind. And now, as he lay there in pain, he couldn't help but wish that he could just get rid of them altogether.

His two boyfriends, Felix and Changbin, were both in the next room, talking in hushed tones. They had noticed something was wrong and had come to check on him. They were so sweet, so caring, but they didn't know the truth. They didn't know about his past. And he wasn't sure if he was ready to tell them yet.

M/n's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of their voices growing louder. They were coming into his room, concern etched on their faces. "Love, what's wrong?" Felix asked, kneeling beside the bed. Changbin moved to sit behind M/n, resting his hands on his shoulders.

M/n took a deep breath, trying to steel himself for their reactions. "I-I got my period," he stammered. "It hurts really bad." There, he'd said it. The words were out in the open now. He braced himself for their judgment, for them to tell him that they didn't want to be with him anymore.

But instead, Felix and Changbin's faces softened. They exchanged a look before turning back to M/n. "Oh, love," Felix breathed, reaching out to gently stroke his hair. "I'm so sorry. That must hurt so much." Changbin nodded in agreement, his expression full of sympathy. "We're here for you, no matter what."

M/n felt a lump form in his throat. He didn't expect them to react this way. They didn't seem disgusted or angry or disappointed. They just looked worried and concerned. A tiny, hopeful part of him began to wonder if maybe they could still love him, even with this secret.

"Here," Felix said, carefully taking M/n's hand and pressing something warm and soft into it. "It's a heating pad. It should help with the cramps." He reached over and placed another object on the bedside table. "And I brought you your favorite food and drink. You should eat something, love. It'll make you feel better."

M/n looked up at Felix, his eyes brimming with tears. "Thank you," he whispered. "You don't have to take care of me."

Felix smiled gently. "Yes, we do. We love you, and we want to make you feel better. Now, why don't you eat something, and I'll help you with the heating pad?"

M/n couldn't help but smile back, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Okay," he said, taking the food and drink from Felix. As he ate, the warmth from the heating pad began to seep into his lower abdomen, and he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. It felt so good to finally be comfortable.

Felix and Changbin continued to hover over him, making sure he was okay and offering words of encouragement. They told him that it was normal for trans men to still get periods, and that they would always love him no matter what. M/n couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him. Maybe this wasn't the end, maybe they could still have a future together.

As the pain began to subside, M/n found himself growing more and more aware of the affection they were showing him. The way they looked at him with such love and understanding, the way they touched him so gently, it was all so overwhelmingly sweet. He couldn't help but feel grateful to have them in his life.

The afternoon passed slowly, with the three of them curled up on the bed, watching movies and sharing bites of food. It felt so nice to just be together, to not have to hide any part of himself from them. M/n couldn't help but marvel at how comfortable he felt with Felix and Changbin. They were the only ones who truly understood what he was going through, and they never once made him feel ashamed or alone.

A bf!top!bang chan x bf!botMalereader. The reader finds out that bang chan had a sexy photoshoot (wearing a work attire but shirtless) that the reader just straight up wanting the ride bang chan. The reader imagined riding bang chan, bang chan the man he was, surprised the reader by wearing the same attire (the shirtless work attire) he was wearing during photoshoot. The reader let his imagination happen irl, riding bang chan.

Paring: Top!Chan x Bottom!Male reader

Genre: Smut

Requested

More: Masterlist

A/n: Sorry for the delay, I had some schoolwork to finish. Also, Chan looks SO FINE in the photo!

On a fateful day, M/n was scrolling through their Instagram feed, mindlessly passing the time when a familiar face caught their eye. It was Chris, M/n's boyfriend, on the cover of a famous magazine! Dressed in a crisp white shirt, tailored black slacks, and a navy blue tie, he looked every inch the charming and successful businessman he was. But there was something else about the photo that made M/n's heart race and their palms sweat: he was shirtless. The top button of his pants was undone, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his toned abs. M/n couldn't help but feel a rush of desire surging through his veins as he stared at the image, imagining what it would be like to ride him.

M/n quickly snapped out of his reverie and decided to take matters into his own hands. He recorded a video message for Chris, pouring out his lust and adoration for him. "You look so sexy in that photo, Chris. I can't stop thinking about you," he confessed, his voice shaking with emotion. "I want you so badly, I want to ride you. Please, can we make this happen tonight?" With a shaky thumbs up, M/n sent the video off, praying that Chris would get the message and make his wildest fantasy come true.

As the hours ticked by, M/n waited anxiously for Chris to respond. He couldn't help but feel giddy with anticipation, imagining what it would be like to finally have his lover in his arms again. Finally, just as M/n was about to give up hope, his phone lit up with a notification. Chris had replied to his message. "Hey, gorgeous," he wrote, "I've been thinking about you too. How about I surprise you tonight? Just wait until you see what I have in store."

M/n's heart leapt into his throat as he read Chris's message. He couldn't believe his luck! His boyfriend was going to make his wildest fantasy come true. With bated breath, M/n spent the rest of the day planning their special evening together. He prepared a romantic dinner, lit candles, and put on Chris's favorite music. The moment Chris walked through the door, M/n's heart skipped a beat. He was wearing the same shirtless work attire he had worn in the photoshoot!

"You look incredible," M/n breathed, taking in Chris's chiseled physique. "I can't believe you're actually doing this for me." Chris grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I wanted to make sure I lived up to your expectations," he replied, walking over to M/n and pulling him into a passionate kiss. As they made their way to the bedroom, M/n couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and gratitude washing over him. His boyfriend had taken the time to make this special night happen just for him.

In the bedroom, Chris lowered himself onto the bed, propping himself up on his elbows as M/n climbed onto his lap. The feel of Chris's hard, muscular thighs beneath him sent a thrill through M/n's body. He reached down and pushed Chris's pants to his knees, revealing his toned stomach fully. As M/n began to pull Chris's boxers, Chris reached down and guided his hand, helping him pull them down.

"You're so sexy, Chris," M/n whispered, his voice shaking with desire. "I can't believe I'm finally here with you like this." He leaned forward, kissing Chris passionately as he gripped his hips, guiding him into his hand. Chris let out a low moan into their kiss, his hips moving in sync with M/n's touch. As he stroked Chris, he could feel the heat radiating off of his skin, the muscles in his thighs tensing beneath his touch.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Chris asked breathlessly, his eyes searching M/n's face for any sign of hesitation. "I want you to feel every inch of me." M/n nodded eagerly, his heart racing with anticipation. He leaned forward, kissing Chris again before slowly lowering himself down, guiding Chris's hard length inside him. There was a moment of resistance as their bodies adjusted, but then M/n felt himself sink deeper, a sense of rightness washing over him as Chris filled him completely.

He moaned, arching his back as he began to move up and down, meeting Chris's thrusts. The sounds of their flesh slapping together echoed in the room, mingling with the soft sounds of their labored breathing. M/n gripped Chris's shoulders, feeling the muscles tense and relax beneath his fingers as Chris powered into him. With each thrust, he could feel the head of Chris's cock brush against something deep inside him, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body.

The scent of their sweat filled the air, and the bedcovers were quickly becoming tangled beneath them. M/n leaned forward, biting his lip as he watched his own reflection in Chris's eyes. They were filled with desire and passion, a look that made him feel both incredibly wanted and completely loved. He could feel the tension building inside him, the familiar tightening in his stomach as he neared the brink of orgasm.

As he rode Chris, he reached down and wrapped his hand around them, stroking in time with their movements. The heat from their bodies mingled, and he could feel every inch of Chris's chest and stomach pressed against his skin. He moaned, arching his back as he found a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through him. Chris's breath came in ragged gasps, his hands gripping M/n's hips tightly as he met each thrust.

The bed squeaked beneath them, the mattress beginning to give way beneath their combined weight. M/n glanced down, watching as his own body moved in tandem with Chris'. He felt a sense of power and control, knowing that he was the one driving this encounter, the one who could make Chris lose his mind with desire. His heart raced, the blood pounding in his ears drowning out all other sounds.

He leaned forward, pressing their lips together in a passionate kiss as he continued to ride Chris. His hips moved in a steady, rhythmic motion, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through his body. Chris's hands roamed over his back, his chest, cupping his ass and urging him on. The sensation of being so intimately connected to Chris was overwhelming, and M/n could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge.

Their skin was slick with sweat, and the air in the room was thick with the scent of desire. M/n reached down between them, stroking them both in time with their movements, feeling the head of Chris's cock brush against something deep inside him with each thrust. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, and he knew he couldn't hold out much longer.

As he rode Chris, his body tensed, his muscles bunching beneath his skin. He threw his head back, letting out a long, shuddering moan as the orgasm swept over him in a wave of heat and pleasure. His hips bucked wildly, and he felt himself spilling over Chris's cock, his essence pooling around them. Chris let out a hoarse cry, his body tensing as he arched upward, his hips bucking helplessly against M/n's hand.

Their bodies were intertwined, sweat-slick and trembling. M/n collapsed forward, resting his weight on Chris's chest as they caught their breath. He could feel the softness of Chris's skin against his own, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The room was still, the air heavy with the scent of their lovemaking.

Chris shifted beneath him, rolling them over so that M/n was lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling. He propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at M/n with a mixture of tenderness and desire. "You're beautiful," he whispered, trailing his fingers along M/n's jaw.

M/n closed his eyes, the warmth of Chris's touch spreading through him. He felt the weight of Chris's body press against his own, the hardness of his cock rubbing against his thigh. "I love you," he murmured, lifting a hand to stroke Chris's cheek. They lay there for a moment, simply enjoying the closeness and the intimacy of their connection.

hi hi~ me again... sorry

I was wondering if maybe you'd consider writing something for me again?

I was hoping for maybe something with poly Chan and Jisung x ftm reader where the three of you get into a MAJOR fight and y'all ignore each other, sleeping separately, avoiding eachother etc. after it bc you're all unable to fully calm down until they find you crying and rush to comfort you just to find out your crying from being so pent up and unable to get off without them and they help you with angry makeup sex?

Kiss And Make Up

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Paring: Top!Bangchan x Top!Han x Bottom!FTM reader

Genre: Little Angst First, Smut

Requested

More: Masterlist

A/n: Requests are open

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The air was heavy with tension, the walls seeming to close in around them. It was as if the very fabric of their lives had begun to unravel, threadbare and worn. The three of them stood in the living room, not daring to look at one another, each lost in their own thoughts. The weight of their secrets pressing down on their shoulders like an unbearable burden.

Jisung and Chan, both members of the popular K-pop group Stray Kids, had been neglecting their relationship with M/n, the bottom in their triad. Their busy schedules had left them little time for each other, and they'd begun to take M/n for granted. The longer it went on, the more resentment built up inside them all.

Finally, they found themselves in the same room once again. The air was thick with tension, as if the very walls were closing in around them. Jisung and Chan exchanged guilty glances, unable to meet each other's eyes. They knew they needed to confront their feelings, but the weight of their secrets made it difficult to find the words.

M/n, on the other hand, looked like a lost child. His eyes were red from crying, and his face was etched with pain. He had tried to be understanding, to give them space, but the loneliness had been overwhelming. He wished they could go back to the way things were before, when they were a united front, a powerful triad that nobody dared to cross.

Jisung and Chan exchanged glances again, their anger momentarily forgotten as they took in the despair in M/n's eyes. They knew they had to fix this, not just for themselves but for M/n as well. They moved toward him, their hands reaching out to touch him gently on the shoulders.

"M/n, we're sorry," Jisung began, his voice barely a whisper. "We've been so selfish, neglecting you like this… We didn't mean to hurt you."

M/n looked up at them, his eyes red and swollen from crying. "I know you've been busy," he whispered. "It's just… I miss you. I feel so alone."

Jisung and Chan exchanged glances once more, their hearts breaking at the pain in M/n's voice. They moved closer, wrapping their arms around him in a comforting embrace. "We miss you too, M/n," Chan whispered. "We should have made more time for you." Jisung confessed.

M/n leaned into their touch, feeling the warmth of their bodies against his own. "I just wanted us to be together again," he said, his voice barely audible. "I felt so lonely without you." He pulled away slightly, looking up at them with pleading eyes. "Can we try again? Be a real triad again?"

Jisung and Chan exchanged another glance, their hearts full of regret and determination. They nodded in unison, promising each other that this time would be different. They would make sure to make time for M/n, to cherish their bond as a triad.

Gently, they led M/n to a nearby bed, their hands moving with a tender urgency. They stripped him down to his underwear, revealing his pale, quivering skin. His breath came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving with emotion. Jisung and Chan could see the want in his eyes, the need for them just as much as they needed him.

As they knelt before him, their fingers danced over the waistband of his underwear, slowly pulling them down. M/n's pussy came into view, wet and swollen, begging for their touch. His hips rose to meet their hands as they parted his lips, revealing his tight little hole. Jisung and Chan looked into each other's eyes, their anger and hurt momentarily forgotten as they focused on the task at hand: pleasuring their beloved M/n.

Their tongues flicked out, circling his entrance, teasing and taunting. They moved in perfect unison, their hands gripping his hips as they began to thrust inside him. M/n let out a strangled moan, his back arching off the bed as pleasure coursed through him. His pussy clamped down on their fingers, milking them for every ounce of pleasure.

Jisung gazed up at M/n, his eyes full of adoration and regret. "I'm sorry I've been so distant," hem stood up and whispered into M/n's ear, his voice thick with emotion. "I should have made more time for us." He moved his hand to cup M/n's cheek, gently wiping away a stray tear.

Chan's heart ached as he watched the scene unfold before him. He couldn't believe he'd been so selfish, focusing on his own needs and desires instead of M/n's. He leaned in to press kisses to M/n's clit. "I'm sorry, my love," he whispered, his voice raspy with emotion. "I should have been there for you too."

Chan stood up and moved between M/n's legs, his face flushed with emotion. He roughly parted M/n's lips with his fingers, exposing the wet, swollen folds within. M/n whimpered, arching his back in anticipation. With a feral growl, Chan moved his tip near M/n's entrance, teasing and taunting before finally pushing inside.

M/n cried out, the pleasure from Chan's ministrations mixing with the release of his pent-up emotions. He grabs Jisung's waist band, tugging him closer. Jisung's cock, already hard from the sight of M/n's wetness, slides between M/n's mouth. M/n opens wide, taking as much of Jisung in as he can. His tongue darts out, tracing the vein on Jisung's shaft as he sucks. His other hand grips Chan's hip, pulling him closer, urging him deeper inside.

Chan's thrusts grow rougher, more desperate. He can feel the tension beginning to build inside himself, the impending release of all his anger and frustration. He looks down at M/n, their eyes meeting in the heat of the moment. "I'm sorry," he pants, "I should have been there for you." His hips buck harder, his cock slapping against M/n's prostate with each thrust.

Jisung's hand tangles in M/n's hair, holding his head still as he thrust deeper into his mouth. His free hand grips M/n's hip, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. His eyes meet Chan's in the mirror, and he sees the same regret and longing there. He knows they both have a lot of making up to do, but for now, this moment, it feels like they're back on track.

As the pleasure builds inside him, Chan's thrusts become more urgent, more desperate. His eyes close tightly, teeth gritted in concentration. He feels the familiar tightening in his chest, the impending release of all his pent-up emotions. He looks down at M/n, their bodies moving together in perfect sync, and he knows he's never going to let him go again.

M/n moans around Jisung's cock, his head rolling back as the sensations wash over him. His fingers dig into Chan's shoulders, urging him deeper, harder. He can feel the wetness between his legs, the evidence of how much he's missed this connection, how much he's needed them both.

As the pleasure builds, M/n's body tightens, and he lets out a cry that seems to echo through the room. His orgasm rips through him, shuddering his body as he comes, hot and sticky, over their hands. He arches his back, pressing closer to them both, relishing in the feel of their skin against his.

Chan's thrusts don't slow as he feels the tension build inside himself. He looks down at M/n, their eyes meeting in the heat of the moment. He sees the love and need for them both reflected back in his gaze, and it gives him the strength to release, to let go of the anger and hurt that had been holding him back. His movements grow more frenzied, more urgent, as he comes, filling M/n with his seed.

Jisung feels the tremors run through Chan's body, and it pushes him over the edge. He groans, thrusting deep one last time as he comes, spilling his release over M/n's tongue. Their bodies are flush together now, sweat-slick and breathless. The tension that had been building between them for so long is finally released, leaving them both spent and satisfied.

Hi Hi! you did so well with my first request so I have another one:)

I was thinking FTM reader (no surgeries) x roommates Chansung. Chansung are dating and they hate you and you hate them with how they keep you up at night being loud as hell when Ji fucks Chan. One day y'all are in a heated argument with lots of yelling and aggression but there's so much damn sexual tension between the three of you that things suddenly turn SPICY mid argument.

Paring: Switch!Bangchan x Top!Han x Bottom!FTM reader

Genre: Smut

Requested

More: Masterlist

A/n: Omg, I finally finished writing! I hope this is what you were asking for. I really tried my best to write it as clearly as possible.

In the dimly lit room, the shadows danced across the walls like ethereal lovers, their soft caresses blurring the lines between reality and fantasy. The air was thick with anticipation, the heavy silence of three people caught in a web of unspoken desires. Y/n hated it. Hated the way his roommates Jisung and Chris looked at him, hated the way they whispered to each other when they thought he was asleep, hated the way they made him feel so damn uncomfortable. He couldn't help but listen to them fuck, couldn't help but hear Chris's muffled cries and moans from Jisung that seemed to echo through the walls of their tiny apartment. But tonight was different. Tonight, something was going to give.

The argument had started innocently enough, over the usual things: dirty dishes in the sink, unemptied trash cans, the occasional forgotten rent payment. But as the words flew back and forth between them, the tension in the air grew thicker, more palpable with every syllable. And then, suddenly, it shifted. Like a bolt of lightning from the clear blue sky, the sexual tension exploded into the room, filling the air with the heady scent of desire and the promise of something more.

Jisung leaned forward, his eyes never leaving Y/n's face. "You like hearing it, don't you?" he murmured, his voice low and rough. "You like hearing us together." Chris, always the braver of the two, nodded in agreement, his hands moving restlessly on Y/n's shoulders.

"No, I don't!" Y/n snapped, trying to pull away from their touch. "I hate it! I hate you both!" But even as he spoke, he could feel his heart racing, his pussy getting wetter in his panties. The tension between them was unbearable, the air thick with the scent of their arousal.

Jisung rose to his feet, his movements fluid and confident. He took a step closer, his chest almost brushing against Y/n's. "We can prove it," he whispered. "We can show you what you've been hearing every night." Without waiting for a reply, he grabbed Y/n's hand and dragged him across the room, into his bedroom. Chris followed close behind, his expression a mix of determination and desire.

The room was dimly lit, the only source of illumination coming from a small lamp on the bedside table. Jisung closed the door behind them, shutting out the rest of the world. Jisung and Chris took off their clothes then they both took off Y/n's. Jisung led Y/n over to the bed, pushing him down onto the mattress so that he was lying on his back. Then he turned to face Chris, who was watching them with hungry eyes.

"Show him," Jisung breathed, his voice low and commanding. "Show him what he hears." Chris nodded, moving forward to stand between Y/n's spread legs. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Y/n's ear. "You like hearing this, don't you?" he whispered, his breath sending shivers down Y/n's spine.

As if in answer, Y/n arched his back, letting out a soft moan. The feel of Chris's hardness pressed against his entrance was almost too much to bear. He wanted it, needed it, despite himself. And then, with a single thrust, Chris was inside him, filling the empty space between their bodies. Y/n cried out, his hips bucking against Chris's, meeting his movements with a fierce hunger.

Behind them, Jisung positioned himself between Chris's legs, leaning forward to kiss his neck. His fingers dug into the firm muscle of Chris's ass as he began to thrust, matching the pace of their hips. The feeling of being so completely surrounded by them, of being taken in every possible way, was overwhelming.

As Y/n lay there, pinned beneath the weight of their bodies, he could feel the pressure building inside him, coiling tight in his core. He arched his back, meeting the rhythm of their movements, his hands clutching at the sheets beneath him. The sounds of their bodies slamming together filled the room, echoing through his head like a siren song.

Jisung's thrusts behind him were fierce and unyielding, each one driving deeper into Chris's ass. The friction caused his cock to throb, and he could feel the familiar tightening in his balls. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against Chris's neck, sucking and nipping at the skin. Chris let out a guttural moan, his hips bucking wildly against Y/n's.

Y/n closed his eyes, feeling overwhelmed by the sensations assaulting his body. He tried to focus on breathing, on keeping himself from losing control. But it was no use. The heat between them, the taste of sweat and skin, the sounds of their bodies colliding together, it all combined into a cacophony of desire that was impossible to ignore.

As Chris's movements grew more frantic, Y/n knew that he was close. He reached down, grasping at the headboard of the bed, using it to steady himself as he felt the familiar tightening in his core. "I'm going to come," he gasped, his voice ragged with need. "Oh god, I'm going to…"

Jisung's thrusts behind Chris became more urgent, his hips slamming into Chris's ass in perfect rhythm with Y/n's movements. He groaned, his breath hot against Chris's neck. "You feel so good," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Y/n's own pleasure was overwhelming, the sensation of being so fully stretched and used sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. He could feel himself on the brink, about to lose control completely. "Fuck, yeah," he gasped, arching his back as he felt the first spasms of release wash over him.

Chris moaned, his body tensing as he felt Y/n's orgasm spill over him. His own climax followed close behind, his hips bucking wildly as he came, filling Y/n with his seed. The sensation of being so completely claimed by them was overwhelming, and for a moment, Y/n couldn't think, couldn't breathe. He was lost in the haze of pleasure, their sweat cooling on his skin, their weight pressing him into the mattress.

Behind them, Jisung let out a hoarse cry as he felt his release, his hips thrusting one final time before collapsing forward, panting heavily against Chris's back. The weight of their bodies pressed Y/n into the mattress, and he reveled in the feeling of being so thoroughly used and claimed. He could feel the warmth of their sweat mingling together, the roughness of their skin against his own, the rhythmic movement of their breath as they struggled to catch their breath.

Chris's arms wrapped tightly around Y/n, holding him close as their hearts raced in unison. The afterglow of their shared passion filled the room, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and sex. Y/n closed his eyes, reveling in the intimacy of the moment, the connection he felt to both of them. He could feel the dampness between his legs, the evidence of their passion still pulsing within him.

Jisung slowly withdrew from Chris's body, his cock slipping free with a wet, sloppy sound. He leaned over, kissing Chris's neck, his lips lingering there for a moment before trailing down to his chest. "You feel so good," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "I could do this forever."

Y/n turned his head, pressing a kiss to Jisung's lips. "Me too," he whispered, before glancing back at Chris. "And you know we could. We could stay like this all night."

Chris smiled, his eyes drifting closed as he felt the weight of their combined exhaustion settling over him. "I don't know if I could move right now," he murmured, arching his back slightly as Y/n's hand traced lazy circles over his chest.

Y/n smiled, leaning in to press another gentle kiss to Chris's lips. "Well, we're all here together, so we've got plenty of time to rest," he said, his voice soft and reassuring. "We can just lie here and enjoy each other's company for a while."

The Half Sisters

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

Genre:Smut

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

More: Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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