I Recommend You Use More Hashtags In Your Posts Bestie. Like Aespa X Fem Reader And That Kind Of Stuff

yes👺

look i made him some companions

is that an australian rat

lol am i flopping

you got the lucky dog!🍀

kim minji x fem!reader

synopsis: yn’s fear of dogs holds a painful secret—one she’s forced to face after rescuing an abandoned puppy. with the help of minji, a kindhearted vet, yn begins to heal, finding comfort, love, and a new beginning as they raise juntos together.

warnings: mention of violence and abusive parent; slight angst, they got a happy ending tho; yn’s kinda insecure; NOT proofread

a/n: cried a little bit while writing this😓 ngl this does feel kinda rushed but i'm eager to post atm💪

dogs, your nemesis.

for as long as you could remember, the sight of a dog triggered a quiet panic inside you, a swift, choking sensation you could never quite shake. the fear reached back to a single moment: a hot, blinding summer afternoon in your childhood when you’d been innocently clutching a sausage, nibbling on it between games in your backyard.

out of nowhere, a mangy, rabid-looking dog charged toward you, eyes wild and fixated on the piece of meat dangling from your fingers. your stomach clenched, and you bolted, heart hammering. behind you, the dog's growl tore through the air, relentless, growing louder with every pounding step. in a last-ditch effort to escape, you threw open the back door and stumbled into your house, the safety you expected replaced with the sound of your father’s yelling.

in your mother’s fearful eyes, you saw a reflection of your own—both of you trapped, just in different ways. the dog scratched furiously at the door, the sounds outside colliding with the shouts from inside, fusing into one. from that day on, the fear of dogs burrowed deep, layered atop memories of helplessness and chaos. a fear you never let anyone in on, because it wasn’t just about dogs. not really.

so when you found a shivering golden retriever puppy in an alley one night, the old terror resurfaced in full force. you froze, your first instinct screaming at you to turn back, to pretend you hadn’t seen anything. but its pitiful whimpers held you in place. it was helpless—abandoned, like you sometimes felt—and before you knew it, your legs moved you forward. you knelt, pulse thudding in your ears, and scooped it up with shaky arms, hardly able to breathe with the puppy pressed so close.

that’s how you met her—minji, the vet.

she barely glanced at you before reaching for the puppy, her voice soft as she murmured to it, hands working quickly and carefully, inspecting its wounds. her calmness unsettled you, made you feel more visible than you were used to. you tried to focus on anything but her, on the puppy’s gentle breathing, on the antiseptic smell of the clinic, until her voice cut through.

"you did the right thing, bringing him here," she said, a faint smile playing on her lips. "he’s lucky someone cared enough."

your throat tightened. lucky? you hadn’t felt lucky for a long time, but you managed a nod, murmuring, “i just... didn’t want to leave him behind.”

minji’s gaze lingered, something almost knowing in her eyes. “what’s his name?”

“he’s- i found him in an alley nearby,” you whispered, avoiding her gaze. “but, i... i wan’t to care for him. perhaps naming him juntos, it means ‘together.’” the name felt like a promise—a shaky one, but a promise nonetheless. one you weren’t even sure you could keep.

minji’s smile softened, and for a fleeting second, her hand brushed against yours as she took juntos back for bandaging. you flinched—too sharply. she noticed but didn’t say a word, just let her hand fall away. that simple gesture, her unspoken understanding, caught you off guard. you’d been expecting questions, pity, maybe even a push for you to “face your fear.” but she left it at that, moving about the clinic as if it were normal for someone to shake with fear over a puppy.

you didn’t expect to be back so soon.

the next day, juntos’ bandages seemed off, smeared with what looked like blood. an excuse to see her again? maybe. but you couldn’t bring yourself to admit it. you convinced yourself it was about juntos. so you showed up, fidgeting in the clinic’s waiting area, hoping she’d think you were here for the right reasons.

when she walked in, her eyes caught yours, a glimmer of something like amusement hidden behind her calm gaze. “betadine, not blood,” she said as if she could read the question in your mind. “the bandages are fine.” but she changed them anyway, her movements careful and precise.

“i don’t mind if you bring him here, though,” she murmured, a slight teasing edge to her voice. “but i have a feeling you’re looking for an excuse.” her fingers lingered on juntos’ fur, and you realized you’d been holding your breath.

she smiled, her expression softening when you finally met her gaze. “here,” she said, writing her number on the back of your hand in a quick, effortless scrawl. “in case you need to talk. or…if you need more excuses to come by.”

your fingers curled around the ink, something fragile swelling in your chest. you nodded, feeling a familiar tightness in your throat. but all you managed was a quiet, “okay.”

that night, you lay awake, heart pounding as you stared at the number on your hand. for the first time in a long while, you felt something other than the hollow echo of fear. instead, it was a pull—toward something unknown, terrifying, and yet…warm.

***

weekends with minji felt like a series of small discoveries.

she invited you over, and though you hesitated, the thought of being near her felt like a safe place to fall. her home was everything yours wasn’t: bright, open, brimming with life. the centerpiece of it all was her aquarium, an underwater world you could have stared at for hours.

“had a fish named darwin once,” she mused, watching a neon-blue fish dart through the coral. “he was my first, actually. still have him, though he’s in there somewhere.”

her words tugged at something inside you, memories of your own darwin—a small, loyal fish who hadn’t made it past the summer of his first year. the reminder stung, reminding you of all the broken things you’d tried to piece together but couldn’t. her tank was alive, flourishing, while yours had long since turned empty and forgotten.

you couldn’t hide the flash of pain in your eyes. minji noticed, and in her typical quiet way, didn’t press. instead, she let the silence settle, her fingers tapping gently on the glass as if the aquarium itself could tell you the words she left unsaid: “it’s okay if things don’t stay whole.”

but there were moments where the walls closed in again. one night, as you sat across from her at her kitchen table, memories crept back in unbidden—old, ragged shadows of barking dogs and slamming doors. you felt your hand tremble, and minji’s gaze shifted to you, her calm unwavering.

“sometimes, fear doesn’t just disappear,” she said quietly, her voice a soothing presence in the room. “it stays. but that doesn’t mean you’re not strong for feeling it.” she took your hand, squeezing it gently, grounding you.

for a moment, you wanted to pull back, to recoil from the comfort. comfort was a dangerous thing; you knew what it felt like to lose it. but her hand stayed steady, and gradually, so did you.

weeks turned into months, and in those countless moments between, you felt the slow but steady shift of something breaking open inside you, each barrier crumbling bit by bit. with juntos growing, his playfulness began filling the empty spaces of your days. there was something comforting in watching him bound around, carefree, tugging at loose socks and nuzzling against you when you’d lay on the couch, seeking comfort of his own.

one crisp evening, you found yourself in minji’s home again. juntos lay between you, sprawled out and gently snoring. minji was beside you on the couch, her warmth a steady presence, her hand softly resting near yours. you realized that each time she was near, the raw edges of your past felt less jagged, the fear that had once left you feeling trapped loosening its grip. in that quiet space, your guard started to wane.

“minji,” you whispered, looking down at juntos. she turned to you, her gaze steady but soft, the way it always was when she sensed you were holding something close to your heart.

“i… i don’t think i’ve ever told you why i’m so afraid of dogs,” you began, voice a little strained, almost uncertain. she nodded, giving you all the patience you needed. you took a shaky breath, “it wasn’t just the dog chasing me that day,” you explained, memories resurfacing with the weight they always carried. “it was my father. after i ran inside, he…” your words caught, but her hand was there, a quiet assurance resting gently over yours.

“he wasn’t a kind man,” you finished softly, voice barely above a whisper. “every time i see a dog, i… i can’t help but remember that day. all the yelling, the anger… i just, i get scared. and sometimes it feels like that fear will never leave me.”

minji’s thumb moved gently against the back of your hand, grounding you in that tender silence she always kept between you both. “fear doesn’t vanish overnight,” she murmured, her words like a warm balm. “but it doesn’t define you, either. it’s okay to carry it. and it’s okay to take your time with it.” she smiled, something knowing and gentle in her gaze. “you’re safe now. you have me, juntos, and maybe… maybe a chance to make peace with what happened.”

over time, it wasn’t just about juntos anymore. it became about building a new kind of life. together, you and minji nurtured him into adulthood, watching him grow into a big, playful bundle of loyalty, his devotion to you both a source of constant joy.

and, gradually, those fears began to fade, softened by the endless moments of safety and love that now filled your life.

years passed, and you found yourself with minji and juntos in a place you’d never thought possible—a modest home in the countryside, surrounded by a sweeping green field that stretched as far as the eye could see. juntos loved to roam here, his boundless energy set free across the vast, open land.

one evening, with the sunset painting the sky in shades of orange and lavender, you and minji stood side by side, watching juntos chase after a stray butterfly. her fingers intertwined with yours, a faint smile on her lips as she glanced at you.

“this,” she whispered, her eyes glimmering with something soft and steady, “this feels like home, doesn’t it?”

you looked at her, feeling the weight of every struggle, every ache, and every moment of growth that had brought you both here. there was peace now, an assurance that what you’d found together was real, solid. you nodded, smiling as you leaned your head against her shoulder. “it does. finally.”

together, you watched juntos play in the grass, his golden coat glowing under the fading light. the future felt boundless, the green fields around you symbolizing a fresh start, a life you’d both built from scratch—stronger, safer, and filled with love.

when minji slipped a simple silver band onto your finger one quiet afternoon, in the same green field that had become your sanctuary, you felt a warmth you hadn’t known was possible.

“we’re together,” she whispered, her voice steady, her gaze unwavering as she met your eyes.

“together,” you replied, a promise wrapped in that single word, as juntos circled around you both, tail wagging, bearing witness to the life you’d built—a life where you’d found peace, joy, and a love that felt like home.

after going silent for a good minute, you opened your mouth, “how does a daughter sound to you?”

˳೫ ∗ aespa *·˚

૮꒰ ᴗ͈ ˕ ᴗ͈ ꒱ა yu jimin ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡.

clementine&fiji

spoiled!

໒꒰⸝⸝•⤙•⸝⸝꒱১ uchinaga aeri ꒰ঌ✱໒꒱

maybe aquariums aren't so bad after all

midnight magic

tease me, mommy

໒꒰ ˵ˊᯅˋ˵꒱ა kim minjeong ☆｡ﾟﾉ₊̇°˚.º

i miss home (but this is home)

study break

໒꒰ ಠ ᎔ ಠ ꒱১ ning yizhuo ⑅₊ ࣪ ✶

poly!aespa—💭

touch-starved!yn

short imagines—🗯️

sugar mommy rina

have you ever love someone so much you forgot how you look like

Writers when it's time to write the story no one forced them to come up with in the first place 🙄

srry i can't produce any fics these days but aeri🤤

study break

pairings: tutor!minjeong x yn

warnings: uhh, i always forgot to list it as i write so i’ll try to remember as much as i can! cum eating, choking, fingering, pussy eating, lil overstimulating

a/n: ssaem means teacher in korean (go read i adore you, teacher manhwa by rangrarii guys) also it’s kinda rushed because i probably can’t post for a few weeks but we’ll see

”you’re not paying attention.” you snap back to reality when your tutor mutters with her lips dangerously close to your ear, her fingers tapping against the textbook like she’s trying to hold back her impatience.

”yeah no shit i wouldn’t.” you casually lean your back against the chair, staring at her with a challenging gaze.

”your parents said that if you fail your test again they’ll cut your allowance and won’t be recommending me to your peers.” she stares blankly into your eyes, unfazed.

”why should i fucking care? shibal.”

”because your parents gave me full authority to do whatever method i think will work on you.”

”huh?” before you could process anything, she’s already pinning your face against the table.

”if you want me to let you go, you gotta listen to me, you little brat.” this is the first time you’ve seen minjeong lose composure, and it's lowkey terrifying... and hot. the way she has complete control over you, all while dressing like a loser? god, it makes you want to mess with her even more.

”o-okay.” you fake a stammer, watching the flicker of suspicion in her eyes as she finally backs off and lets you sit back.

”sit up straight, don’t slouch.” her tone is sharp, but you obey—playing the role of the perfect, obedient student, acting like you’re scared of her. you nod along as she explains the material, though your gaze keeps drifting to her pouty lips every time she speaks.

”i’m going to send you a pdf file of practice questions. finish them and send them back to me after lunch, understood?” she eyes you carefully, waiting for any sign of defiance.

you nod again, picturing innocence, but your mind is racing with mischief.

after all, minjeong never said you couldn't send her something extra along with your answers.

—

upon opening the emails, minjeong chocked on the coffee she was sipping on and quickly close her laptop.

”minjeong? what’s wrong?” minjeong is still busy cleaning up the coffee that bursted out of her mouth, spreading onto her shirt.

”nothing, i was just... startled.” she excuses herself to the bathroom, sitting inside one of the stalls.

”what the fuck is this girl thinking...” massaging her temples, she opens the files you sent from your phone. aside from the practice questions she told you to send back to her after lunch, minjeong finds pictures of you sprawled out on your bed, kneeling on your desk, and two other photos that unconsciously make her press her thighs together.

minjeong bites her lower lip, gaze glued to the screen of her phone. her breathing starts to get heavy, and her fingers unconsciously swipe the screen to zoom in on your picture—as if to capture every detail she can see. for a moment, she glances at the door to make sure it's locked, then leans back in the toilet seat.

”this little brat...” she muttered under her breath, she bit her lower lip as she feels her arousal grew in her her pants. she couldn’t just shrug off the thought of how you look so good while playing with yourself and being all dirty.

”fuck it.” her hands swiftly undid the belt and button of her jeans, one hand clutching the cell phone, the other going inside her pants, start drawing circles on her clit while zooming into your picture-

”hng...” she bit her lip even harder as she slid two fingers inside her drenched pussy, her fingers begins to skillfully work to chase the highs. she starts with slow thrust but as she got closer and closer, the movements starts to get more uneven and desperate. she was about to cum when she receives an unexpected call, from you.

”minjeong-ssaem, i think i accidentally sent you a few pictures you should’ve not seen... have you checked your mails yet?” you were in your room, twirling your hair and swinging your leg.

”hmm, n-no i h-haven’t...” minjeong tries to hold back her moans as her fingers slow down.

”alright, don’t ever open it then. just, delete it or something,” you paused because minjeong just let out the softest whimper ever right to the speaker, a smile grew on your face, ”by the way, can you come over right now? i really struggled with the practice questions and i need your help right now.”

”y-yeah, sure. i-i’ll be right t-there in a minute....” oh she is so fucking close to cumming when she hears you hum as an answer. quickly ended the call and focus on moving her fingers again, a wave of pleasure sends all over her body as juices leaks out of her cunt.

she quickly cleans herself up and get back to her friends before excusing herself again to go to your house.

—

she come to your house as requested, you gave her full access to go in and out of the house for tutoring purposes. walking into your room cautiously—you could be sleeping or like, naked y’know.

”eh? you’ve arrived? so quick! i thought you’re one of the maids. just come in and close the door, i’ll get dressed real quick.” you deliberately let minjeong see you lying on the bed wearing only your underwear, smiling victoriously at her flustered expression, and her slightly disheveled hair and clothes.

minjeong walks over to the desk and sits down, waiting for you nervously, she’s trying to erase the image of the picture you ’accidentally’ sent her from her head. but aha how lucky she is, the clothes you’re wearing now didn’t help. you’re wearing a thigh-length pink satin overalls that makes minjeong’s imagination go crazy. but you guys actually studied 30 minutes until you noticed minjeong was sweating.

”ssaem, are you hot? want me to lower the thermostat?” you gently wiped away the beads of sweat visible on minjeong’s neck.

”no, i’m okay. let’s just, focus.” ”but i tired~ can we take a break. pleasee?” for the sake of seeing your puppy eyes, minjeong nodded.

”i’m glad you didn’t lash out like earlier hehe.” you jumped on your bed, leaving your thigh and crotch exposed, minjeong immedieately snap her head to her phone when she noticed.

”why’s your face so red though?” you get back up and approach her, standing in front of her and lowering down your face to meet her’s. ”did you ran all the way here? HAHA.” you joked when you definitely knew what cause her cheek to be red like that.

minjeong swallowed hard, her eyes glued to your face, which was still dangerously close to hers. her breathing had grown heavy, lips trembling like she was desperately trying to hold herself back. but you didn’t give her a chance to escape—instead, you climbed onto her lap, wrapping your arms around her neck with a mischievous grin.

”aren’t you tired of studying, ssaem? i know a way more fun way to take a break.” you whispered in her ear, biting her earlobe just enough to make her flinch, her arms automatically tightening around your waist.

”don’t... don’t act like this...” her voice cracked, hands trembling as they cautiously rested on your sides.

”and what exactly would you do? you fucked yourself to the thought of me earlier don’t you?” you tilted your head, lips trailing down her jaw, leaving wet, lingering kisses that made her shiver. ”i figured, minjeong.”

minjeong gave in. she flipped you against the chair, her lips crashing against yours in a kiss so desperate it left you breathless. her hands slipped under your dress, fingers icy cold against your burning skin.

”hmmh...” she whines between kisses, voice filled with submissiveness that only made you want to push her even further.

”come on, let’s get you out of this uncomfortable clothing.” you take off her clothes one by one until there’s nothing left on her skin, ”ssaem, you look so pathetic now.” you tuck a few hair strands behind her ear. spreading minjeong’s legs forcefully, your middle and ring finger easily enter her damp pussy. you wait for her reaction, barely making a movement.

”f-fuck, yn i need- p-please move....” minjeong grasped your wrist, her hips starting to slowly move but you stop her. gosh, you just want to mess with this cutie pie and tease her all day.

”nuh-uh ssaem, my jaw still kinda hurts from what you did earlier,” you make her whimper pathetically by trailing your other hand along her waist, tracing circles on her nipple, and finally reaching her neck—putting a little pressure. ”but because you look so pretty with tears streaming down you face i’ll give you what you want this time.” your fingers (finally) moves slowly inside minjeong, curling up while pumping it in and out? ohh minjeong’s back arches to the point you have to carry her to bed.

”y-yn-ah, wait a min- aah!” you positioned yourself in between her legs, lapping her puffy cunt and licking all the juices that gushes out of her vagina.

”uh-huh, don’t stop moaning my name princess.” you take a long stroke along her slit before kissing and sucking her clit, giving it soft bites occasionally. minjeong moans even louder when you quickens the pace of your tongue, thank god your room is soundproof.

”yn, not there-! ahn... fuck... hah, stop...” she clutches your shoulders as an attempt to push you back but the pleasure she was having makes minjeong’s hands weak :( thankfully, you were running out of air too so you had to take her cunt off your mouth.

”next time you get physical, i will get physical too.”