warnings: nsfw! 18+ minors do not interact! pre bottom surgery hyunju. p in v. exhibition. possessive!hyunju. one mention of brat!reader.
requested by @saebyeokswhitebra
hyun ju’s sharp wit matches your bubbly, silly energy perfectly.
you’re always giggling over something trivial, like a cute puppy sticker or a chipped nail.
she’ll roll her eyes, her lips twitching into a smirk.
when you dramatically collapse onto her couch, whining about your favorite lip gloss being sold out, she leans over.
the woman's dark hair will brush your cheek as she murmurs, “you’re such a mess, y/n.”
when you whine, hyunju's lips graze your jaw, soft but teasing.
when you pout, she kisses you deeply, her hands pulling you closer until you’re dizzy from her warmth.
your obsession with sparkly, frilly outfits drives hyun ju crazy in the best way.
you’ll strut into a café date in a lacy pink dress and glittery heels, and she’ll give you that knowing look, her eyes tracing your figure.
later, when you’re alone, she backs you against the wall, her fingers slipping under your dress’s hem.
“this dress was dangerous, y/n, you knew that. right, princess?” she whispers, her lips brushing your ear as her hands slide up your thighs, making you tremble with every slow, deliberate touch.
you love giving her goofy pet names like “ju-ju star” or “my glitter queen,”.
she’ll groan, pretending to hate it.
when you’re curled up on her couch, she’ll suddenly pull you onto her lap, her hands gripping your hips.
“call me that again,” she says, her voice low and teasing as her hands trace your upper thighs.
when you do, her lips crash into yours, kissing you with a hunger that leaves you breathless.
hyunju's fingers love tangling in your hair as she pulls you closer.
your playful flirting by batting your lashes or “accidentally” dropping your hair clip so she’ll pick it up...makes her laugh, but it also tests her patience.
when you bend over in a tiny skirt, no panties on showing off how soaked you already are, she’s done playing.
she pulls you into her bedroom, her kisses intense as she will start fucking you against the door.
“umm fuck! you know what you’re doing, don’t you, y/n?” she moans, her hands roaming your sides.
your giggles turn to whimpers and moans as her lips trail down your neck, her girldick buried inside of your wet vagina.
hyun ju’s focused when she’s working, but you’re her favorite distraction.
you’ll sprawl across her desk, swinging your legs in lacy thigh-highs, chattering about a new bakery with heart-shaped pastries.
she tries to ignore you, but when you lean in, your top slipping slightly to show off your chest, she snaps.
hyunju's laptop’s pushed aside, and she’s kissing you hard, her hands pinning your wrists to the desk.
“do you think that I won't fuck you into the desk until you can't walk for a week?" she says, her lips moving to your lips as her hand lightly squeezes your throat.
your playful protests melt into soft moans as she presses herself closer.
late-night adventures are your specialty, dragging her to a 24-hour store for glittery nail polish or snacks, dancing in the aisles to a pop song in your head.
she’ll sigh, but her eyes soften as she watches you.
back home, she lifts you onto the kitchen counter, her kisses slow and deep.
“you’re such a brat, y/n,” she whispers, her hands slipping under your sleep shirt, teasing your skin until you’re clinging to her, your giggles replaced by needy whimpers for your girl.
hyun ju’s protective when people dismiss you for your girly vibe.
you’ll be gushing about a new sparkly keychain, and someone makes a snide remark.
hyunju's arm slides around your waist, her gaze sharp as she shuts them down.
later, she’s got you pressed against her bedroom wall, her lips claiming yours in a slow, possessive kiss.
“they don’t get you like I do,” she murmurs, her hands lifting your thighs to pull you closer, and you’re lost in the heat of her touch.
your over-the-top gestures, like leaving heart-covered sticky notes on her mirror or sneaking a glittery bracelet onto her wrist, make her smile despite herself.
one night, after finding a note saying “y/n loves ju-ju forever xoxo,”
she pulls you into her arms, kissing you softly at first, then deeper, her hands sliding under your shirt.
juju loves making you feel sooo good!
“I love you forever, my babygirl,” she mumbles later, her lips trailing to your jaw.
hyunju's touch is soft, yet so warm.
it leavesyou trembling and wanting more.
your clumsiness, like tripping in your chunky heels, always gets a laugh from her, but she’s there to catch you.
“careful, princess,” she teases, her hands lingering on your waist.
movie nights with you are a chaotic mix of rom-coms and snacks, you wrapped in a fluffy blanket, tossing glitter-dusted popcorn at her during the cheesy scenes.
she catches your wrist, pulling you into her arms with a smirk.
“you’re gonna regret that, honey,” she says, her lips finding yours in a slow, teasing kiss.
the movie’s forgotten as she deepens the kiss, her hands roaming under your shirt.
after just five minutes, she is on op of you as you moan desperately against her lips.
you’re both lost in each other, only your wetness and her moans filling your own little world.
