You Make My Dreams (Come True)

For the prompt event that @kwilquib held. See prompt below:

Tags: Idol x Idol ship fic, Shinez (Yunjin x GP!Kazuha)

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It is pointedly not a pleasant morning for Huh Yunjin when she wakes up. And it’s all Nakamura Kazuha’s fault.

Stupid Kazuha with her stupid handsome face and her stupid deep voice and her stupid abs and her stupid pretty hands and her stupid long fingers—stupid, stupid, stupid Kazuha.

Of course, it’s not actually Kazuha’s fault, but it is! If only she’d just pushed down that little bit more—

Yunjin groans in frustration. She feels sticky, the tendrils of arousal still faintly buzzing under her skin, underneath all of her irritation and haze from sleep. Her panties are ruined, that's for sure, and she feels all hot and sensitive under the covers, the desire simmering across her body in waves, refusing to dissipate.

Stupid Kazuha and that stupid fucking dream.

Typically, Yunjin would never let herself act like this. This is more Chaewon’s style—bratty, irritating, and petulant—but she’s allowed to have her moments! Besides, anyone so rudely awoken from their sweet, sexy dreams just before getting what they wanted would act the same way too, rational brain be damned! Even more so if said stupid sexy dream includes the Nakamura Kazuha that everyone on campus wants, desperately! And even if Yunjin hates it, she’s part of that list. At least Kazuha is kind of hers in that they’re study buddies and coursemates as well as major-mates, both being in Business Administration… She’s just a little possessive, okay?

Yunjin turns to reach for her phone on the nightstand. Her fingers fall into their familiar places, thumb hitting the lock button to display the clock on her screen—9:31am—and a notification from the bane of her existence right now. 

[Zuha | 9:30am] morninggggg i’m ready to face the day!! (image)

Yunjin can’t resist unlocking her phone—any image Kazuha sends is of the utmost importance. She reaches for her glasses and slides them on to check, and she’s greeted by Kazuha in her gym fit—her usual runner’s jacket, unzipped to show the sports bra underneath, and sweatpants that fit nicely around slender hips and long legs—and another flash of heat runs across Yunjin’s skin as she stares at the image. The rows of abs that greet Yunjin’s eyes have her reeling in a mixture of shock and arousal.

[Zuha | 9:31am] study sesh later after lunch?  i’ll be free after 1 gotta go to the gym first  these dont maintain themselves (image)

So, Kazuha might be a bit oblivious, just a bit. It’s evident, with how she just dumps another photo of her abs casually, all zoomed in, without care for what that might do to any girl.

[Zuha | 9:31am]

i remember u liked em, so i'm sending u these! dont send them anywhere else c: it’s just for u

Yunjin squeezes her thighs together when another fresh wave of arousal burns through her body. She stares at both photos, swiping back and forth just to admire each one. Her free hand slides between her legs, over her shorts, and her breath catches in her throat as she cups her core, biting her lip to stifle the moan-turned-whine that she releases. She remembers when she first saw them—it was a study session that came before Kazuha’s gym session, and she’d been caught staring just a bit too long, to her embarrassment—and Kazuha proceeded to flex them while saying, “Oh, you like these, unnie? I worked really hard on them! Thank you for noticing!” with the biggest, dumbest, puppiest grin on her face.

Yunjin screamed into her pillow that night. Many times. Multiple times. Every time she thought about Kazuha’s abs. And that stupid grin.

Anyways.

[Zuha | 9:33am] :c I know ur up yunnie why r u not replying me

Yunjin briefly smashes a few keys on her keyboard with her thumb.

[Yunnie | 9:34am] Sorry I was doing smth else

She doesn't explain, doesn't care about anything else—she’s going straight back to the photos, hungry eyes tracing the well-defined lines that so clearly mark the muscles that Kazuha worked so hard for. Yunjin bites down on her lip at the throb between her legs, the wave of want coursing through her body. It’s not the first time she’s wanted her study partner like this, and it won't be the last. Her other hand hasn't left its place between her legs—she rubs circles over her clit, soft whimpers leaking from her lips as she goes over every detail of Kazuha’s body. Bit by bit, she scrolls to look at every detail she can find, and the first thing her eyes land on are Kazuha’s fingers wrapped around her phone, all long and slender and pretty, and she’s reminded of her dream from earlier.

Yunjin just wants Kazuha to plunge them into her, over and over and over until she—. 

It’s with that thought where Yunjin reaches a hand beneath the waistband of her shorts, fingers gliding over her wet slit, a long moan drawn from her throat at the relief and pleasure that courses through her body. She focuses all of her attention on her clit, a rush of wetness immediately following when she imagines it’s Kazuha touching her instead. Slowly, her mind morphs her fantasy and dream from earlier together, where Kazuha had her pinned against the wall somewhere—she wasn’t sure where—but it wasn’t something she cared nor wanted to know, not when Kazuha was making out with her, hands running across bared skin when she’d pulled Yunjin’s top off, kneading and pinching and grazing over spots that had her moaning into kisses, whining against Kazuha’s neck, and whimpering whenever it seemed too much. Kazuha’s fingers sliding beneath the waistband of her pants paired with a soft “Maybe I should touch you right where you want it, shouldn't I, Yunnie?” was the last thing Yunjin remembers before being rudely awoken. Right now, the Kazuha in Yunjin’s fantasy is dressed exactly like how she is in the photos, and Yunjin can’t help but moan as she teases herself under her shorts, thinking about Kazuha the whole way—

[Zuha | 9:36am] what r u doinggg is it so important that ur ignoring me :c how could u yunnie ur getting exclusive pics n u ignore them :c ruuuude :c

Yunjin knows she’s too far gone when she imagines Kazuha pouting, and another wave of heat rushes across her body.

[Yunnie | 9:36am] Sorry

No, she isn't.

Perhaps she’s petty, perhaps she’s not in the right mind, but before Yunjin can catch herself, she’s already making her current situation Kazuha’s problem.

[Yunnie | 9:36am] I had a dream about you.

Fuck.

[Zuha | 9:37am] ooooh dream of me??? :D what was i doingggg?  please tell me we were getting lattes because it will be a sign from god that I should get a latte today :D omg thats such a u thing to say ur rubbing off on me  booooo 

The words Kazuha uses send Yunjin spiraling into yet another wave of arousal. It’s hot, way too hot, especially when she’s actually, literally, rubbing herself thinking of her.

Whatever.

[Yunnie | 9:38am] We were not getting lattes.

[Zuha | 9:38am} booooooo no lattes, not even in dreams :c then what was i doingggg

[Yunnie | 9:38am] I had a very nice dream that started like this

Yunjin doesn’t actually know what to do, what to say. In her lust-addled mind, she fantasizes about coming completely clean, admitting to Kazuha about what she’s doing right now, maybe showing off just a bit. So without much thinking, Yunjin speed types all of her thoughts right into the little message box, intending to delete it right after and fill in a legitimate explanation, then also explain the time taken as “rephrasing work”. 

But then, disaster strikes. 

Yunjin’s finger slips. 

[Yunnie | 9:42am] You were kissing me, touching me, making me so fucking wet… You had me pinned against the wall, asking me why I was so shy in front of you, if I liked what you were doing, pinning me to the wall and kissing me until I was a dripping mess in my pants, and if I wanted you to touch me even more. Fuck, you stripped me, and you had your hands and lips all over my neck and my boobs, and you were saying I’d like it more if you touched me where I want it, then I woke up so its your fault im so wet and touching myself to you right n

“Oh fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, no, no, no—!”

Yunjin screams as she tries to delete the message. She clumsily fumbles around with the phone in her hand, and right before she can long-tap on the message to delete it, she sees the dreaded double-tick appear.

“FUCK!”

It’s quiet for a long while in cyberspace, but definitely not in both Yunjin’s room and mind. Even if it’s too late, she still deletes the message. All lustful thoughts forgotten, she begins drafting her apology. She needs to take some form of accountability, after all? It’s the best she can do, and if Kazuha drops her after this, it’s all her fault for playing with fire—

[Zuha | 9:45am] yunjin. did you mean what you said?

Yunjin’s heart drops. She doesn’t know what to do other than continue drafting her apology, and she just puts words onto the screen only to delete them when they don’t read right. She only stops when a second set of texts come in.

[Zuha | 9:47am] stop typing first. answer me? please?

[Yunnie | 9:48am] Yes. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said any of that.