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heartbreaking! the tags and summary sound like the best fic in the world but it also sounds like it completely demonises Ed :(
#sorry this is an appreciating the complexities of edward teach account#im here for fics where they decide to not allow ed back into their lives. esp modern aus when you have more freedom to leave#but theres too many that just. miss all the nuances too him. miss the fact stede would forgive him for anything in particular#this isnt about a specific fic btw. ive whined about this before bc im noticing it like. so much more these days#esp w stizzy fics :( which is sad bc i love love love solo stizzy but i cant do it when theres so much ed hate for no reasonnnn#hes not even a character in this yall just had to throw shit at him huh#nyxtalks#i feel like this should have a warning tag. but its not really critical im just. idk im sad! i want to see ed do better and improve#i dont want to brush off his actions but i dont want to treat them like thats all he is either!#its why i call myself a sympathiser. im not apologising for him he can do it his damn self. im just in the background giving him a thumbs up#i guess just. vent
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if you draw enough monster ocs, when you go back to drawing a human character, it feels like "sameface syndrome" everytime, by virtue of their face being. human.
#toy txt post#or maybe i am just sameface syndrome#but also different face syndrome#two characters will have the same face but then the next time i draw those characters its a different face than they had last time!#i know part of it is being out of practice but also there is definitely an element of feeling constrained by human facial structure lmao#the monsters have Their Own Problems but like. no one has a face like bokrae no matter how inconsistent i am about drawing her#her features are iconic enough to her that you can tell everytime#birdie???? i faceclaimed eartha kitt for her and im still struggling cos i feel weird about faceclaiming as a concept#but even then đ one time i was trying to give headloose a face and someone was like wow he looks like birdie!#me đđđđđ what!!!!!! hes not supposed to!!!!!!!!!!!!!#i need to practice. features#you know the worst part about coming up w a bunch of fuckin Scenarios in my brain for ocs is that i have even fucking Drawn them yet#to give them like. iconic staple features and figure out what their faces look like. which feels like it would really help to have that#knowledge and muscle memory before i jump into trying to draw intense scenes with difficult poses!!#not to mention. listen. i can do the monster faces. somewhat. the bodies??????????? well for one. theyre too big everytime#im convinced i could be trying to draw bokrae on like a full ass wall size paper like a mural thing and run out of room. it just keeps#happening. i have no sense of scale for them either. by which i mean i struggle w scale already and also cant decide what i want it to be#and ive tried to handwave it away by being like ohhh uh. birdie casts spells on them to change their sizes for convenience but also#no. perhaps that explanation works for other ppl. @ myself tho its not good enough i Know Better!!!!!!#agh!!!!!!! i really need to figure out bokrae's Teeth also. like i dont. i coukd get away with it. but i should. and i want to.#anyway all this to say that i need to give these characters faces and body designs (actually the body designs for humanoid ocs is the easy#part. the faces are whats stumping me? well. i need more practice w all the body types again but like i Know what im Going For at least.#for the most part anyway. havent fully figured out heights. struggling w characters that i want to make short but give imposing tall energy#on occasion? birdie can be short all day long no problem. I want Alasdair to be short enough that he has a bunch of short boyfriends that#feel tall around him? bytte was going to be like 6ft max but then i thought about making her taller and like. what if i made her taller#headloose is not that /short/ but he is Not Tall and prolly pretty lean? twink build for sure#and of course all these short /tall distinctions come with a bias of relativity to my own height which i categorize as medium height#but short ppl call me tall and insist its not average and tall ppl call me short. (5'6) and then i have to factor in how the gender changes#the dynamic of a height like my height is Short For A Man but medium to tall for a Woman. which id argue is medium height bc mens heights#are socially held to high standards (hehe) and also i know ethnicity/race is also a factor? but im out of tags. rip. bye
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"What's this I hear about a whole lot of 'Nothing', then?" Martyn's voice travels from across the room. Or at least he thinks so. He can't quite see that far, with the... everything around him... much too bright. "I'm not quite sure you know what this is yet, but rest assured it is 'Something' alright." Scar doesn't have much else to do. So he bites.
or: woof. emotions. hmmmm. what if we pretended not to for half the ficlet. i hear guessing games are a wonderful team activity this time of year.
#is this what i get when i give myself free time? almost 1.5k words in an afternoon? i should attempt being creative more often.#secret life#goodtimeswithscar#gtwscar#grian#inthelittlewood#pearlescentmoon#.my writing#scott is also there. but his impact is so small i feel bad giving him a full tag. but like. he's there. he's a winner.#i just decided to format his dialogue in a special way and that naturally reduced any chance of a big speaking role.
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Moe ref I made today to sorta update its look, to how I've been drawing it lately (focusing on the face!)
Biggest update is getting rid of the bottom lashes, and giving it creases/just the eyebags instead... and also committing to giving it facial hair! So creatureful........ (the chin hairs make me think of goats... the little hairs beneath the side burns make me think of whiskers.....)
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#moe tag#the lash lore is so funny to me. like. i have a history w this. esp when i used to draw myself waaay more#i would be so indecisive about it. going back and forth. ultimately deciding not to give myself lashes. just big ol eyes.#the. same exact thing has happened to moe.#but anyway it was ESSENTIAL. to have this addition bc i was a coward when i made my first official moe ref.#i thought about giving it facial hair even back then. but i didn't. an absolute injustice and travesty.#i've grown as a person. you should absolutely give your strange ambiguously presenting transmasc charas shitty patchy facial hair.#you WILL have shitty patchy facial hair. god is stored in the shitty patchy facial hair of a transman.#there's love in there... also....#also something funny about moe is that it is extremely well-groomed. it doesn't have an elaborate routine#but it is Very intentional and VERY particular. it just intentionally makes itself look 'worse' LMFAOOOO#the only thing it doesn't control is the acne. sad! but also. nothing wrong w it. no reason to hide it#(unless if it is actively bleeding.)#moe ref#my art
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people on death note tiktok are so stupid. i dont like that ship either because its extremely out of character NOT BECAUSE ITS TOXIC????, DIE
#txt#ask to tag#the vast majority of relationships in death note are toxic regardless of if its romantic platonic or familial#IS DEATH NOTE TOO PROBLEMATIC FOR YOU NOW??#fucking stupid đ#IF YOU HAVE TO HATE AT LEAST FO IT FOR THE RIGHT REASONS#i saw someone say ->#m.ikami/light is toxic THE AGE GAP!!! if they met at 18 yo and 22+ they should NOT BE SHIPPED#<-#WHAT ARE YOU FUCKING ONNNNNNNNNNN.#ARE YOU STUPID#ITS NOT FUCKING REAL AND ALSO?????? ???????????? oh my god#youre stupid#mika.mi can be interpreted as having romantic/sexual infatuation for livhf THAT IS IN CHARACTER AND ENTERTAINING#IF SOMEONE DECIDES TO BELIEVE LIGHT WOULD ENTERTAIN THAT IN A MANIPULATIVE WAY OR WHAT HAVE YOU. THAT IS OKAY.#REGARDLESS OF AGE LIGHT HAS THE MIST POWER IN ANY RELATIONSHIP HE COULD FEASIBLY BE IN BECAUSE 1. HES KIRA AND 2. HES A FUCKING GENIUS????#HES ONLY SURPASSED BY L AND NEAR. FUCK YOU STUPID PEOPLE đ STOP TRYING TO MAKE HATING A SHIP A MORAL THING?????? HUH#THEYRE LITERALLY NOT EVEN REMOTELY PEDOPHILIC#OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT. YKNOW THEY ARENT INCESTUOUS#and i dislike l.awlight for a billion reasons my number 1. being that i dont think its in character for them to behave in the kind of fanoni#sed way a lot of ll shippers do. NOT BECAUSE ITS TOXIC... NOT BECAUSE 'LIGHT LITERALLY KILLED HIM.' SHUT THE FUCK UP đ SHUT THE FUCK UP#i hate tiktok i hate STUPID IDIOT D.EATH NOTE FANS WHY ARE THERE SO MANY OF GHEM.#id love to make a post on tt abt this but i dont want to ostracise myself even though these people are fucking stupid#ohh but its abusive ohhh ohhh ohhhhh the power dynamic ohhh#I DONT CARE. IF ITS ENTERTAINING GIVE ME MORE??#out of every dn ship m.ikami/light is the one that appeals to me the most#'he manipulated him!!' GOOD I WANT MORE.#the m.ikami/light hate is actually the most bizarre thing to me HELLO. WTFFFFF WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT
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i know eddie has been through some shit in terms of his military trauma, but i would love it if season 7 remembered he actually has medical/combat experience that the others donât. i recently watched season 2 again and omg there are so many times when he gives advice or takes control of something bc of his experience. the only time i can remember off the top of my head since then is season 5 when he gives the advice about the bomb when heâs at dispatch. i need them to have a call where thereâs something really awful happening, mass chaos, mass injury etc etc, and there are multiple ladder teams there and another captain asks if thereâs anyone with expertise in something like this and bobby just goes âi know a guy đâ and then hard cut to eddie storming around giving people orders and telling them what to do and where and when! he gets to have a bamf moment where he remembers that his military experience can also be an asset rather than just a burden (and bonus points if it affeCTS buck, i you know what i mean lol)
OH MY GOD I WAS THINKING ABOUT THIS LITERALLY LAST NIGHT BEFORE I WENT TO BED. I was thinking about when Taylor (derogatory) is introduced and he just starts talking physics and deals with the whole helicopter. And obviously there's the bomb, the grenade, and the few times he says I've seen a few of these in combat, but like, it's an expertise they never talked about again. Besides the medical training, the academy training, he also has around 5 (?) years of army experience and it would be great to see him use that knowledge and I think it would be good for him to also see that he can use that in a way, and somewhere he would have people around to support him if it triggered him (ideally it wouldn't but they could use that to go all recovery isn't linear). They could've gone in such fun ways with his knowledge outside the academy, and they just never used again. And I guess sure, if you're in Los Angeles the expectation would be for him to not encounter that type of situation but it would interesting to see him bend what he knows to apply there. He clearly dealt with bombs in the past, some improvisation skills, even the random tipbits about why rushing into a specific situation would be bad like he does with the helicopter and the dynamic rollovet, and I'm pretty sure there's another call he starts talking physics I don't remember what now, that could add a whole layer as to why he is so good at the job, because, yes, it traumatized him, but I think it would be good for him to realize that he got something useful from all that too.
Also yes please, call where Eddie is taking over and Buck is just "this is definitely working for me, yes sir"
#i was talking to myself about how efficient Buck and Eddie are as a rescue crew and that a lot of that comes back to Eddies military#background because it did give him skills beyond just being a medit#and when paired with Buck and his heavy rescue skills the two of them are quite a match#like it makes absolute sense as the why bobby would look at eddies file from the academy and decide that he was the one he wanted#to be partnered up with buck#they line up in a powerful way#he can just send the two of them#because both of them have the heavy rescue skills and when you pair that with eddies medic skills#its over the two of them can deal with the whole situation without them having to worry about getting a paramedic down with them#but yeah#eddies military background should be more explored#let him learn to use those skills in a better light#i really need a tag for asks#anon đ#911#diaz
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i would rly rly rly Really like to find my wrist/thumb brace tomorrow
#rumbles#iâve been in fucking. agony#work video games texting scrolling drawing dms chatting#everything. my whole hand is fucked#i donât know where i put the damn thing. it hurts so bad#also talked to my mom about when we should put Siri down#how we both know he wonât go on his own#how neither of us think heâll decide on his own#like my good old jackson#iâd give anything not to choose when that is#anyways. donât talk to me about that part yet. sorry for the tag rant#this is bad for my hand too but i canât help myself
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they should make a world where you dont have to talk when it takes too much energy
#i mean. technically i could Just Not Talk#but even if i explain that im tired talking is hard rn etc#my mom will decide im âgiving her the silent treatmentâ and a fight will ensue#which would b worse than gritting my teeth and forcing myself to talk a bit#whatever. year and a half ill move out be able to be quiet when i want#just gotta power through it#vent in tags#rambling#sorry for all the like depressed posts lately btw.#idk if thats sth i should apologize for actually bc like#its not like i can control my mental state#but. ykwim#i dont want to be a downer
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kali challenged me to try and draw him and i guess thats how well i can do
#cant tag kali otherwise she can reblog and i dont want this to be rebloggeed#because.. well.. gestures at everything#anyway uh im still watching tokyo encounter#maybe i should give him a tag#either i will tag him#daddy voice 3#according to the seiyuu meme sheet#or#mr i-just-lie-about-myself#will decide later#I DREW THE SECOND KANJI WRONG I CANT FIX IT NOW JUST ACCEPT MY APOLOGY LAHFLAF#art tag
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bitching in the tags ignore me
#goddddd i hate being angry and frustrated and also i hate adhd#i am still pissed off at whoever in the flat decided to blast EDM in the morning when i was trying to catch up on sleep#after a long late retail shift and then taking over an hour to get home because the buses were being total shit#and with me knowing i won't be sleeping tonight. because this fucking essay needs me to do an all nighter#i want to scream. đđđđđ#i have such a hard time coping with anger lmao im so bad at it#and i am SOOOOO tired and i am going to be awake so long!!!!!!!#im đȘđȘđȘđȘđȘ#i might call out sick from work on tuesday to give myself a chance in hell of like. recovering before i have to deliver therapy on weds#and also a chance to edit this stupid thing before i submit it#anyway!!!!!! anyway!!!!!!!!!!#im more annoyed than i really should be tbh my brain is just so fucking frustrating at the best of times. let alone underslept#gray.txt#uni tag
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{Once again, i canât be bothered to update the verses page, seeing as this idea is still a wip anyways, but-- For some level of commitment to that pokemon au/verse, imma slap up this post lol-- tho imma toss most of it under a cut, because long post--}
đŁđ»đȘđČđ·đźđ» đđ”đȘđŒđŒ: Ace Trainer
đđœđ±đźđ» đđŹđŹđŸđčđȘđœđČđžđ·đŒ: Pokemon/Contest Coordinator, Hobbyist Photographer
{đŁđźđȘđ¶ đĄđžđŒđœđźđ»}
đŽđđđđđ {Serperior} | â | đšđđđđđđ: Overgrow
{Move Set} Energy Ball Gigia Drain Leaf Blade Wrap/Wring Out
đČđđ {Liepard} | â | đšđđđđđđ: Limber
{Move Set} Thunder Wave Double Team Night Slash Foul Play
đŽđđđđđđ {Ninetales} | â | đšđđđđđđ: Flash Fire
{Move Set} Flamethrower Fire Blast Psyshock Hypnosis
đșđđđđ {Umbreon} | â | đšđđđđđđ: Synchronize/Inner Focus
{Move Set} Quick Attack/Assurance Confuse Ray Moonlight Pursuit
đšđđđđ {Braixen} | â |Â đšđđđđđđ:Â Blaze/Magician
{Move Set} Psychic Fire Spin Heat Wave Magic Coat
đđđđ {Mawile} | â |Â đšđđđđđđ:Â Hyper Cutter
{Move Set} Flash Cannon Play Rough Iron Head Crunch
{đĄđźđŒđźđ»đżđź đŁđźđȘđ¶ đĄđžđŒđœđźđ»}
đČđđđ {Alolan Meowth} | â | đšđđđđđđ: Technician
{Move Set} Feint Attack Dark Pulse Torment Bite
đšđđđđ {Torracat} | â | đšđđđđđđ: Blaze
{Move Set} Lick/Fire Fang Flamethrower Flame Charge Body Slam
đčđđđđđ {Luxray} | â | đšđđđđđđ: Intimidate
{Move Set} Thunder Fang Discharge Thunder Roar/Charge/Swift
đ°đđđđ {Zangoose} | â | đšđđđđđđ: Immunity
{Move Set} Crush Claw Poison Jab X-Scissor Revenge
đŽđđđđđ {Lycanroc - Midnight form} | â | đšđđđđđđ: Keen Eye/Vital Spirit
{Move Set} Stealth Rock Stone Edge Reversal Counter
#{|ooc post|}#{|A view beyond the lens: Headcanons|}#{|ooc notes transition--|}#verse tag tba when i think of one lol--#and the rest of his reserve team i plan to think of names for as well--#but for now-- this is mostly what i've got lol#oh! also-- any pokemon who have two abilities listed is because i haven't decided if they should have a standard or hidden ability--#even tho giving them hidden ones would make it harder for me to build this team myself in game XP#added disclaimer that some details in this may get updated later-- once i research more
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I'm just..very sad and pathetic today. Sad and pathetic hours.
#Angry rambling in the tags. Read at your own risk.#Also recreating 2014 tumblr hours apparently#All very fruitless ofc#I'm actually glad we have collectively decided to ignore each other's depressive episodes this has done more to boost mental health than#any online mental health apps#I don't want attention from anonymous people I want attention from people who are literally sitting beside me who didn't even wish me#Yeah it's my birthday and they didn't even wish me#I am SO awkward about birthdays but I wish Them.#I even do the whole song and dance. Cake and all.#And they can't even wish me and indulge in that momentary awkwardness with me#I knew even as a child that adulthood is going to be lonely but no one tells you it is lonely AND suffocating#I'm not even asking for much?#It's okay if there isn't love but this is a courtesy issue. we live in a society and all that#They could at least /pretend/ to care. even that would be enough#Maybe I should buy myself an entire cake. and eat it. alone#<- obviously I'm not doing that but what if. what if.#This isn't even the first year they forgot lol. They just keeping giving lesser and lesser fucks#A part of me is cringing even as I write this but you know what. our predecessors were on to something with the anonymous rants.#Very cathartic. This could be a draft and it'll still be cathartic.#Tomorrow I'm going to wake up late and take a day off and cry a lot. and get myself a cake. and one of those double chocolate chip cookies.#It'll be a celebration
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( prev tags from @artpigeons )
OKAY BUT LIKE this raises new questions for me: is Astarion just looking to have a Casual Conversation with Tav/Durge in these early scenes, and is this the kind of stuff he would have talked about with his spawn siblings (when they weren't being tortured ofc)? making it a perfectly logical and acceptable topic to bring up, in that getting-to-know-you kind of way, with new people?
since, after all, he hasn't quite started actively trying to seduce you at this early stage, so clearly he hasn't decided what to make of you just yet. and what better way to gauge a new acquaintance than with the kind of small talk he would have shared with his siblings - the closest thing to people on an equal footing with himself that he would have known for centuries....
OR IS IT, say... another way of testing boundaries (as we see him doing in so many other ways especially during act 1) to see how much he can get away with, socially, that he hasn't had a chance to do in two centuries?? could he even talk about these questions with the other spawn? has he been bottling up these kinds of macabre fucked-up thoughts all this time because literally nobody else, including his spawn siblings, ever wanted to talk to him about that stuff?
he certainly wouldn't have been able to seduce victims for Cazador with this kind of talk - but maybe even his siblings thought it was weird and off-putting (but not in a good/affectionate way) too, leaving him with literally no one to talk to about these kinds of things. (and is that why you get those bumps in approval for just going along with it and not brushing him off for being weird?)
I could probably write a whole essay on this, but I'm going to stop myself here and let the questions stand on their own (at least for now) âš
when i first played bg3 and i got the astarion bite scene i was like "lmao this guy inmediatly telling me his tragic backstory???". but for him thats not his tragic backstory, that was yesterday. and like 200 years and before that he doesnt even remember that well.
and then his idea of small talk is "who of our companions would you eat" and "how do you want to die"
#no queue only reblog#text post#bg3#astarion#OH YEAH also ought to tag#bg3 spoilers#so. perhaps. I am still not normal about him. (never will be)#I could genuinely dig so deep into this and talk about the dark thoughts in relation to trauma#not even starting on the amount of tension and hostility that Astarion clearly has with at least some (if not all) of his siblings#the different interpretations of how he might have tried to cope by venting negative emotions with macabre discussions like these#but maybe his siblings preferred to avoid and deny and repress leaving him no outlet at all#or the alternative that they all just talked about this stuff casually because this (and constant hostile rivalry) was their Normal#cannot decide which possibility hurts my heart more#but I said I wasn't gonna write a whole essay and that should include in the tags#so I'll stop myself here (again)#thank you op and prev for giving me such a fun jumping off point for my little mini hyperfixation :)
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ok maybe I'm a little late to this BUT I'm gonna do a to-do list motivation thingy because I've had the worst two weeks since I started college :)
SO these I should start on asap:
50 I make the snack I really want but I haven't had the motivation to make
100 I clean my dorm. another thing I've been meaning to do for a week
150 I do the presentation about mid-victorian fashion I've been putting off (due Monday)
200 I start memorizing the monologue that was due a week ago (now due Tuesday)
these can wait longer:
300 I spend time outside. It's so nice but I'm getting stuck scrolling because I feel like shit. vicious cycle ect
500 I start setting a better weekend routine (aka getting up before noon)
1k I start working out again. I was doing a routine to get more masc and build muscle and I liked it but life hit me like Crowley driving the Bentley and I've missed like 3 weeks
2k I buy my first binder. I've been coping with sports bras for almost a year now and I haven't been able to justify spending $50+ on a binder even though I know I'd love it and use it everyday.
Do I tag people? I don't know but I'm going to. @the-globe-theatre-maggot @weirdly-specific-but-ok @howmanyholesinswisscheese
here's just some context if you want to read, feel free to skip. some of this I've talked about in the maggot server, some I haven't, but I really just need a place for this to go that's out of my head. tw homophobia, transphobia, car crash(??)
How I Have Been Run Over By The Bentley Going 90 In Central London What Feels Like 50 Times In The Last Two Weeks
I'm going to college about 4 hours away from my parents, and it's been really nice. They.. suck, to say the least. transphobic/homophobic ect, super traditional conservative catholic, racist, all of it. so i tried to move somewhere where I wouldn't have to think about them and I could be myself and do what I can to be happy. March 1st was the start of my spring break, which meant going home because the dorms close. I was already not excited, but I was prepared. the problem with being away from home is I forget just how bad they are. My optimism gets the better of me and I think maybe this time they'll be better. so I decided to not hide my septum piercing.
that was a mistake. it starts a whole fight where they say we know you're trans, you're actually a girl and you always will be, we have the bones argument, they think I'm being influenced by demons or something (if only they knew about crowley) because I want to change my name, and they tell me that going on t will completely ruin my body and give me cancer and other things. They're also mad about my dyed hair, septum, and general style, and say I'm setting a terrible example for my (5) younger siblings and make it a point to tell me just how much of a disappointment I am. I think I'm pretty cute and fun but y'know, whatever. very fun time. I lie so much, don't give them any more details about my identity, and say I'm not planning to go on t to save my ass. which is all on instinct which makes me feel worse because if I'm really trans I should be able to stand up for that, right? maybe I'm faking the dysphoria.
the next morning I wake up really sick, and spend the rest of the week sick and feeling like shit because I'm home and back in the same place and situation I was a year ago that I thought I escaped. at one point I pretty much lose my voice but also kind of get gender euphoria from it. it's weird.
On Friday it's time for me to drive back 4 hours to school, and I make it about 3/4 of the way when google maps takes me on a random gravel road and I crash my car, really crash my car, like sideways-in-a-ditch-windows-broken-crawling-up-out-the-door crash it in the middle of nowhere. (I was fully paying attention to the road, it was raining and super slick) I call my parents because I have no one else to call and I sit in a Subway for 3 hours while they drive to get my car. when they get there they're (understandably) really mad, and they tell me that I'm not mature enough to be going to school so far away and I need to get my shit together and stop depending on them. which. is probably true. but made me feel even more stupid about the fact that I crashed my car. I get back to school and I'm still Very Sick with no energy or motivation to do anything. So I've spent the last week trying to get better and honestly to do anything. it hasn't really worked. I'm a lot better health-wise (Not emotionally), still sick but I have a lot of work due, so I really need a push to get started
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â mk1 men breaking the bed/headboard while fucking you â
âž characters: bi-han, syzoth, liu kang, raiden, kuai liang, johnny cage, tomasâ âžwc: 4k+ [wow]
âž tagsÂŹes: REQUESTED by @luvv4lurd. drabble but long (like very long), fluff, nsfw, breaking, licking, ropes, inappropriate usage of power/abilities, humiliation, rudeness, rough, biting, power, begging, fingering, swearing, monster fucking (kind of), power play, pet names, calling god/goddess, possessiveness, protectiveness & more in the work, enjoy! [didnât want to write this long & I am not sure whether @luvv4lurd wanted it to be this long but couldnât hold myself, theyâre so cute! hope all of you like it, have fun!]â âž m.
BI-HANÂ doesnât care about hurting you that much, yet, he gives you a safe word to make him stop when it is needed. clearly, he wants to fuck you well enough so that he can show you only he can fuck you like this. this goal of his brings him to an edge that he put your body down on the bed, ass up, cock thrusting deep inside your walls as your body jolts forward and backward in sync with his cockâs rhythm going in and out of your pussy full of cum - since you have cum like two times already.
heâs a bit rougher than he is usually because he heard a few other lin kueiâs members talking about you - how they are mesmerized by your presence whenever you come into view, however, they complained about how they canât talk to you because youâre always with the grandmaster, sub-zero.
that moment, he decided to fuck you hard enough to make you have difficulties with walking, making everyone realize who fucked you - their grandmaster - they will know who you belong to and that was why he is rough right now.
you donât complain though, well, until he makes you scream his title - âmy - ohh - my grandmaster!â he loses his mind, releasing his power; hands get colder as ice appears on them from fingertips to the arm, and since his hands on the headboard, to hold it tight and fucking you with a great strength, it covers with ice, making the surface so easy to break into pieces and this is exactly what happens.
the headboard breaks into countless pieces, the roomâs temperature going down in an instant, your eyes widen but bi han gains his mindâs control, hands turning to normal as they touch your waist, sending a chill down your spine with their coldness - bi han begins to fuck you harder as if itâs even possible, blaming you.
âsee what you made me do whore? itâs only because of you! have to get a new one now, but you should pay for what you have caused pretty slut and you will pay by giving this beautiful wet pussy to me - to the rightful owner of it. will fuck you until you canât walk for the next week, my dumb whore.âÂ
SYZOTH tries his best not to use any of his strengths during the make-up sessions you share - getting intimate yet shy while doing it. he wants you to stay healthy even after the sex, only maybe some of the marks on your body that he likes to leave. however, sometimes you become a brat, acting naughty, trying to play with his nerves of pleasure and instincts enough to make him go rougher, and since he doesnât want to hurt you, his hands find the sides of the bed while heâs fucking you with the position of missionary, green innocent eyes focusing on your face that full of cries, parted lips, half-closed eyes watching him with such delight he wants to prove himself further â wants to fuck you so good that your body cannot forget about it in the following days until the day he fucks you again.
and he loses himself when a hand grips him by the hair, pulling his face down at your level, ear to ear, you say in a whisper which is followed by a little moan afterward, âcmon pretty boy, I know you can do better than â ohhh â this!â
who is to decline your offer? who he is to hold himself still instead of fucking you harder â better?
syzoth whimpers at your words, he lets your legs hug his bare back, hands wrapping his neck as his hands begin to hold the surface of the bedsides tighter to find a balance after shoving his dick into your wider pussy rapidly than before, roughness and lust dripping from heart to body within actions.
âoohhh ââ he moans in sync with you, âtell me how good it is my love, please, please ââ he stops himself from crying by biting down your shoulder a few times, listening to your cries mixed with both pain and pleasure with full attention, and when you praise him, his edge comes, making him lose himself, and letting his nature form in some parts of his body; a tail appears on his back, it wags on its own â eyes turn darker green â and hands are covered with the skin of his true form, all green until it reaches to the arms.
all feelings double when his strength rises, weight becomes hard to endure, dick bigger â definitely rougher, going in and out of your aching yet wet pussy, and you reach climax at the same time â the exact time when a few crack sounds are heard, causing you to look into each otherâs face â looking both excited and peaceful because of reaching the climax and shocked when the bed break into two, its middle swallows your bodies as syzoth hold you from the back from an instant, turn you around so that his back meets with the rigid surface of the floor under the bed.
hands on your back, hugging, turning into human form, and tail disappears as he looks at you with innocent and shy eyes as if youâre not lying down on the ground, inside a broken bed, cums still dripping.
âIâm so sorry y/n â but it â it was too much for me to handle. my love, how can I make you forgive me? I will do anything for you â just say it and I will show how sorry I am but please donât judge me. I canât hold my thoughts together when I have your pretty pussy.â
LIU KANGÂ can be the steadiest person â or a god but you donât know any other god aside from him, but not in bed, no, never. he is that steady, straightforward, gentle, cute, and all these kinds of things under the lights of daylight, however, when it turns into a dark sky when you visit him in his room â or you in yours, exchanging a few words, questions only to begin to fuck after the formality.
itâs not that he uses you as his fucktoy â yes, it feels like it because it turns you on, but no, heâs in love with you â so deeply that he loses his mind whenever he sees you, and when it comes to getting intimate, oh, he forgets about the timeline he has created entirely, focusing on you â your pretty face he likes to watch, your magnificent body he finds as the most beautiful thing on all realms, your voice that comes into his ears as prays while you moan his name and even his title whenever you feel like it, and oh, your delicious pussy that neither his fingers, his tongue nor his dick will ever get bored of â it will be such disrespectful thing to be bored when you open your legs wider to him, showing your pink pussy that begs for his caring and affection â that he gives you what you want right away.
heâs a god, yes, but he can kneel in front of you if it is needed â to eat you out, or even to beg you.
on a night, when he lets you do whatever you wanna do with him, you chose to ride him in order to show him how you love his dick so much as he watched you from below, making you feel so powerful because of having the god of fire, liu kang, under you â moaning your name, eyes blurry, a bit of fire travels on his shoulder since he hasnât logical side in the brain, no longer when you ride him so good â it feels as if youâre his goddess and you canât deny that it doesnât turn you on just by thinking about it.
smiling widely, you let yourself get the pleasure at the highest level, so, you throw your head back, and hands travel on your body from hair to shoulders, from breasts to abdomen, from there to your ass â literally exhibiting your own body to liu kang while bouncing on his lap â pussy clench around his length whenever you sit down only to rise up and repeat the action rapidly, riding him, fucking him.
and liu kangâs last logical side screams him not to hold you â because if he does it, he is sure he will break you into pieces. he doesnât want to hurt you, especially when he witnesses the sight in front of him â breathtaking, making him lose the balance of his strength. instead of holding you, he grips the headboard behind him as he sits there, having you on his lap â watching you riding him beautifully.
then, you look down, and chuckle, âlet your goddess take you to the stars, pretty boy.â
he never had this kind of situation with any other person, so, when you reflect his own words with yours â âlet your god take you to the stars, pretty girlâ â he really sees stars, hands get tighter, and he breaks the bed with his power of strength and fire, moaning your name loudly, âaggh â y/n!â as he cums hard into your warm walls.
the moment he opens his eyes once again, he sees your smirking face first, one of your soft fingers travels on his cheek as you kneel down closer, âoh, couldnât pretty boy resist it and cum in an instant?â you chuckle, mocking him, âwhere is the god of fire, huh? maybe, you should be the one who calls me goddess instead.â
he doesnât waste a moment, holding you from the waist, he closes the gap between your bodies â nose to nose, white eyes devour yours only by looking at them intensely, and he smirks â darker than yours, radiating fire.
âdarlinâ, you are already my goddess but you need to learn who you belong to. donât worry, the lesson you will have now will be enough to make you remember it to no longer forget about it. I will teach you personally while fucking you on this broken bed.â
RAIDENÂ is a stranger to his own power that has been given by liu kang to fight with it to protect the earthrealm, however, now it sticks with raiden every second of the day and night, and he canât leave it even while fucking you.
he says he should get used to it in every situation. heâs shy about it while saying it but you know that there are other reasons behind the desire to bring his lightning power into the bed âcause, that way, he can send a tickling jolt to your body â even to your pussy, making your pleasure rise up, wanting him to continue what heâs doing.
he knows you like it too â how he canât anyway? you love seeing his eyes turning to light blue from time to time, love to let it flow through your skin, sending chills down your spine, getting you closer to the edge.
raiden discovers your kink contains electricity accidentally, and in a weird situation when he forgets to leave his amulet bonded to his hand while getting intimate with you.
he doesnât realize holding it even when he goes hotter as he lowers down on your body, kissing every inch of you, reaching your exposed pussy soaking wet to the ground because of his gentle, slow yet effective approaches. heâs so gentle with you that he literally begs to taste your cum in his mouth.
letting him, you lean onto the headboard, wide open legs meeting with his soft-looking eyes, making him whimper at the sight.
you look so pretty that even after having your cum in his mouth, he canât stop - he says he wants to thank you for letting him eat you out passionately by hovering over you, hands find the headboard behind you as he thrusts into your wet and fleshy pussy again and again with a pace driving you mad.
you scream how good heâs making you - to make it double, he uses some electricity that flows through your body without even noticing it, and the sudden sensation makes you clench around his length, swallowing it entirely, giving raiden a heart attack because of the pleasure he has never felt before, and it ends up with him using his strong muscles to hold himself in balance by gripping the headboard harder, making it crumble and break into pieces in a second.
to protect you from the falling pieces of it, he lowers down, covering your body within his but it makes all things go worse â or better as you say afterward; his cock reaches the end of your pussy, and it even becomes visible on your abdomen â and the scream, moans you made causing raiden to lose his mind â he begins to thrust into you, balls hitting your ass, forehead touches yours, eyes turn into light blue when you look at them.
âyou have no idea how beautiful you look right now, my love. so â so beautiful. I am so sorry to break the bed but I canât stop now. how can I? your pussy begs for me to continue fucking you. ohhh â it feels so good. I am offering myself to you as a forgiveness gift.â
KUAI LIANGÂ is a man who lives to give you, his beloved lover, what you deserve â the whole world, as he believes. loving doing the things you want, heâs no longer a gentleman in bed as the bond you share grows more powerful as well as the intimate sessions you have an increase in passion and trust.
he becomes rougher when you need him to be. being such a needy lover for him, you choose to trust him enough to let him have you in ways you can never imagine on your own because he looks fragile from the outside â he still is but not when you get into the bed after a long and exhausted day, ready to find your peaceful hours, inside each otherâs arms which turns into a hot moment since you can never resist the urge of getting closer â he turns into a beast, you can see the sparkes he has inside his eyes â reflection of the fire he has within his soul and body.
on one of the nights you become lustful for each other, kuai has you on your knees, ass up in the air, and your second cumâs juice flows through his thick warm cock onto your inner thighs and ass, however, he canât focus on the mess youâre making because all his attention is on your wrists which are roped with his kusarigama â it has no kama yet the coldness of metal chains around your wrists are enough to send you chills since kuaiâs entire body radiates warmness.
holding your wrist, he increases the pleasure you are getting from the way he fucks you into the mattress, moans coming from you mixing with the swears and praises he says between his rapid breaths, dripping sweats and moans â only you can make him so weak, so fragile yet powerful at the same time â it causes him to try to prove himself to you in a greater way that you can never forget about it, that your body screams his markings.
the sound that is created by the lewd sounds of his thrusts hitting your soaked clit build twist feelings inside your stomach that is pushed down onto the bed as his left hand holds the wrists that have chained while the free one is put on the headboardâs edge, holding it tightly because he needs to find a source of stability to stay still but it doesnât work â not when he finds this new angle amusing, begins to shove his dick into your warm walls faster, then, when his climax hit, the solid tool cracks â collapsing.
when he comes to his senses, getting off his high, he realizes what he has made.
he looks a bit guilty, eyes finding yours, his face has an expression of a man who seeks forgiveness yet he seems to enjoy it, and he smiles when you chuckle, joking about how he can easily turn into a madman only because of having you like this.
as he agrees, he caresses your hair, hands playing with the chain to open it. he turns your body over, hugging you from the shoulder, he still doesnât take his dick off of you.
ââm so sorry honey, didnât mean to break the bed but werenât it the head of the bed, I would break you â was so good â you feel so good. fixing it will be the first duty for me after I get more of you â can I? please say that I can because I need you â one more baby, please, give me one more. promise I will be more cautious with our surroundings. donât want to get you hurt. you will only get pleasure until weâre done, my love.â
JOHNNY CAGEÂ can be the most reckless fucker in the whole timeline. interested in you only, he loses the last logical side of his brain â if he has any when he has you in different situations yet each one of them is as effective as the others.
being energetic, having almost superhuman strength, and going wild in sex, he is sure unreliable while fucking. creating a sense of fear with excitement in your abdomen, ideas rush into your mind as you think about what he will do differently this time in every intimate moment. his uniqueness can be pointed out even while fucking you or letting you fuck him.
heâs also loud, talkative, preferring to let you know that you feel wonderful, perfectly taking his dick â or him, entirely, destroying his mind because of the beauty you have as lust cages him like a chain.
he seems like a madman too with his mind full of thoughts about how he can turn the sex you have into something more bustling, catchy, and entertaining for the two of you, maybe a little more for you âcause he prefers to be an unforgettable lover. he addresses you as his queen, and he is determined to prove himself right by treating you as one.
to do this, he tries to get his ideas turn into realities while fucking you.
not caring about your surroundings, not thinking consequences of being unconcerned, not realizing what he has done until his highnessâ effects of being pussy drunk decrease. the reality hit his face when he saw the world around him, you still under him, mind dizzy, mouth dry because of moaning non-stop, eyes half-closed as you looked up at his face, cries cleaning your heated face.
the bed, worth a million dollars he chose to fuck you onto, now has a broken headboard â the pieces falling onto the floor and the bedâs soft white fabric. the memories of the moment before rushes into his mind as he looks at the broken material inside his fisted hands; he understands that he is the one that caused this. he fucked your wide-open pussy so mindlessly that when he gripped the head to find something to hold on to, he broke it without realizing it.Â
as you still soak wet with your cum, and his own getting out of you, he jokes about the situation; chuckling while pointing out the power he has enough to break the bedâs head in one movement, showing it to you with such proudness you roll your eyes â this time not because of his dick, but because of his silliness.
he puts his hands on your sides, smirking down at you, winking, and having no shyness about breaking the bed.
âoh princess, it was worth a million dollars but doesnât matter. you are worth more than anything in entire timelines. to have your pussy, I can break all of âem pretty. but can we appreciate how strong I am? âis all because of how good youâre makinâ me feel â ohh, pretty lady, making my mind go crazy like that â âis because of you that I broke it, but, what about we break the couch too? wanna do it â wanna break it too while eating you out. c'mon princess, gotta fuck you in every piece of furniture in this house.â
TOMASÂ is not like his brothers â he is not like the rest of the men at all. heâs a lover who puts your well-being before anyone else, including his desires, and passionate when it comes to that decision in times he has you inside his arms, standing naked from head to toe, giving yourself completely to the man you trust the most, you love the most.
his fragile manner doesnât let him go hard on you even if you want him to do so. afraid of hurting you even a little bit prevents him from becoming rougher and harsh to you. he listens to all your pleases, begging him to fuck you harder, wanting him to believe he can never harm you, yet, he chooses to stay still even when you act so bratty, trying to get into his nerves, making him let it go.
tomas, being a cute shy boyfriend, delicate when the matter is you, stays determined for a long time â'til the day you plan everything out and make him lose his gentle manner, causing the lossâs emptiness to be completed with the new one â greed.
the greed he has for you builds up from his deep soul to show itself through his actions after he sees you sitting on the bed, on your knees, the dress you wear is thin and represents the color of tomasâ armor, the delightful body underneath it is visible to his widened eyes, looking innocently yet devilishly to his eyes, smiling widely as you rise your hand for him to hold and get into the bed with you.
who he is to resist? his determination is not that great â and both of you realize it when tomas gets into the bed, a moment later, when his cock meets with your already soaked and prepared pussy after he fingers you, he feels warmness, fire building within his body, making him want to devour you, unlike the times you had before, heâs a bit dizzy now.
he moans your name over and over again, lips curl only to moan, whimper, and beg for more. you let him though, saying he can get what he needs â you say he can use your body for his pleasure, and when he finally admits it feels euphoric to go rough on you, moans coming out of your pretty pink lips like a melody to his ears, encouraging him further.
he grips you from the waist while fucking you; he uses your body as he pleases, moving your body front to back, his thrusts meet with your walls in mid-air, earning rhythmic moans from both of you.
throwing his head back, he decides to hold the bed under your body because he realizes the red marks on your waist due to the grip he has on there. when his hands reach for the mattress, he grips the white covers strongly, hands turn into fists, and those fists hit the bedâs rigid surface â the bed breaks into two the moment he cum carelessly into you after you praise him, call him your good boy.
he swears for the first time, eyes closed shut, his cum meets with yours, forehead connects with your chest as you hug him from the shoulders.
breathing deeply into your breasts, warmness flows from his breaths to your exposed skin, smoke appearing on the curves of his body slowly, and you feel his tears because of both pleasure he has felt and quilt coming from breaking the bed, making your bodies go lower a little bit.
âoh, Iâm so sorry, so so sorry, didnât mean to â I â I just want to prove myself and get lost when you moan my name like that, calling me your good â ohh â boy. âm so sorry my goddess, please, forgive me. wanna say it will not repeated but I canât â it felt so good that I wanna do it again â right now. my love, would you let me do it again? say yes, and I will be a very very good boy for you â only for my goddess.â
what a journey of rut! here's a cake for you because you deserve it after reading this, bearing it with me! đ°
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#mortal kombat#mk1#mk1 x reader#mk1 smut#bi han#bi han x reader#syzoth#syzoth x reader#liu kang#liu kang x reader#kuai liang#kuai liang x reader#raiden#raiden x reader#johnny cage#johnny cage x reader#tomas vrbada#tomas vrabada x reader#sub zero#scorpion#reptile#bi han smut#liu kang smut#reptile smut#scorpion smut#raiden smut#johnny cage smut#smoke smut#đ° was sooo fun thanks for reading!#REQUESTED
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i don't know why i like you (but i do)
minatozaki sana x f!reader
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synopsis: maybe thereâs a reason they tell you not to mix business with pleasure. but with a coworker like minatozaki sana, you canât find it in yourself to care.
tags/warnings: set very loosely in tdoong ent universe/office setting, smut (cunnilingus, fingering, begging, restraints), fluff, super super mild angst like its so brief it barely counts as angst, miscommunication, not actually unrequited feelings, lowkey switch!sana, coworkers with benefits to friends with benefits to lovers
a/n: iâve been rewatching TTT quite a bit and tdoong ent office worker sana is too cute. i combined her character here with sha rich bc i'm a sucker for her ngl like okayyy shes serving high femme realnessâŠ.. anyway this is not my best & i lowkey hate it SAWRY but i just wanted write Anything to get myself back into the groove again :p i'm trying to find motivation to finish some other works too!! next up is gonna be either a short halloween thing for momo (if i finish it in time) orrr what ive been working on for tzuyu ^-^ title from i donât know why i like you but i do by the wombats.
you donât know your newest coworker, minatozaki sanaânot really. but there are a few things about her that youâve started to learn.
for one, she is one of the loudest people in the entire office. it doesnât bother youâafter all, your close circle of friends includes plenty of other loud people from the office, like nayeon and jihyo and momoâand it normally wouldnât even cross your radar. and yet, every time you hear sanaâs high pitched giggle from across the room, you canât help but lift your head from behind your computer.Â
another thing youâve learned is that she is, to put it plainly, a brat. the second she showed up at the office bragging about how her father owns the company, always reminding you that itâs her family name controlling your future, you knew this about her. sheâs spoiled, privileged, pretentious, condescending, lazy, richer than anyone should be allowed to beâ
nearly a month after sanaâs first day, youâd grumpily proclaimed to some of your coworkers that sana was the most irritating person youâd ever met in your life.
chaeyoung told you that you were being unreasonable and you should just talk to sana. tzuyu told you that you were being insufferable and you needed to get laid.
naturally, youâd decided to kill two birds with one stone.
two months after sana joined the companyâher fatherâs company, as she always reminds everyoneâyou found yourself in her massive apartment, her pink lips hot and wet against your throat as her hands fumbled with your top. âthis is pretty,â sheâd said when she greeted you at the door, fingers playing with the fabric.
not ten minutes later, that same top was thrown carelessly on her bedroom floor, followed immediately by sanaâs prada skirt.
which brings you to now, in sanaâs enormous bedroom, where there is a third thing youâve learned about minatozaki sana: sheâs the most attractive person youâve ever seen.
maybe you already knew that.
but you donât have time to think about anything beyond that before plush lips brush against your collarbone, and you let your mind go blank as her mouth moves down, down, downâ
maybe minatozaki sana has learned a few things about you, too.
the two of you make a habit of late-night meetings at her apartment.
itâs nice. the sex is incredibleâmind-blowing, actually, you must admitâand you learn a fourth thing about sana, which is that sheâs actually not nearly as annoying as you once believed. at the office, sanaâs rambling has become less migraine-inducing commotion and more mildly tolerable background noise. you almost listen for it now, actually, just to know sheâs aroundânot that youâd let any of your coworkers know.
because when your whole arrangement starts, you ask sana if she could keep things on the low, giving a sheepish explanation about not wanting your nosy coworkers to ask questions. you tell her you want this to be a no-strings-attached situation, just casual sex between two people who happen to be coworkers, and you donât want anyone else knowing about it. sana agrees easily, giggling about how quickly it had gotten around the office that one of the interns had a crush on your department manager mina, and, to your relief, you figure thatâs probably the end of that discussion.
you take it a little too seriously, maybe. truthfully, you sort of ignore her. at work, you both operate directly under dahyun, though you work with everyone on coordinated projectsââworkâ being a loose term; sana never does anything sheâs supposed to do, mostly spending her days just chatting with whoeverâs willing to engage in a conversation or be distracted for more than two minutes (typically momoâthough chaeyoung, nayeon, and jeongyeon are common targets too) or watching an absurd amount of youtube videos whenever sheâs meant to be doing something useful. regardless, you act like thereâs nothing between the two of you; you donât acknowledge her unless itâs absolutely necessary and only exchange words about work-related topics. everyone else constantly talks to her or invites her to hang out, but you attempt to keep your contact to a minimum. whenever you join the girls for a drink after work, if sana shows up, you find an excuse to leave as quickly as you can. if sanaâs already in the cafeteria, you find a place at another table on the other side of the room (even if youâd really wanted to sit where momo and chaeyoung are chatting animatedly across from sana). you try as hard as possible to ensure that thereâs minimal interaction between the two of you when youâre in public.
but sometimes, sana stares at you a bit too long when sheâs standing by the printer, or she greets you a little too comfortably when she bumbles towards her desk in the morning. you donât necessarily say anything to discourage her, but you think about itâespecially when momo smirks knowingly at you as you watch sana bend over to pick up a stack of papers sheâd clumsily droppedâwhen nayeon glances meaningfully at you for half a second as sana starts to whine and complain at lunch about being single and boredâwhen jihyo approaches you on your birthday and gifts you two tickets to a concert for an artist youâd shown to sana (while wrapped around each other under her sheets) but never mentioned to anyone else before.
whenever they ask, you say to your coworkers that you barely know sana. itâs sort of a lie, but sort of a truth, too.
âmaybe youâd know her more if you werenât always avoiding her,â jeongyeon says one night while youâre grabbing some drinks from the bar together. âi think youâre being dramatic. sana is perfectly sweet, really. i donât know why you run away every time she looks at you.â
you shake your head. âiâm not avoiding her. but i donât have to be friends with everyone in the office.â
âwell, i think she wants to be friends with you,â jeongyeon responds casually. âjust talk to her. i have a feeling you two would get along really well.â
âyou know, you should try minding your own business.â you ignore jeongyeonâs eye roll. âwhatever. if she wants to be friends with me, maybe she should be more obvious about it.â
if you think too long about being friends with sanaâor just about sanaâyour heart starts to beat a little faster in your chest.
you donât know minatozaki sana, not really. but you canât help but think youâd really like to.
about a month after your first night together, sana starts sending you random photos and videosâcute animals, most of the time, or just simple thingsâusually followed by a short message. this reminded me of you! hehe, she types. you typically respond with emojisâthe smiley with the halo usually, or a butterfly sometimesâalways non-committal and vague, just enough to let her know youâve seen her messages. sometimes you send a couple wordsâso cute!! you say. your texts arenât long or particularly engagingâstill, the frequency of her messages never decreases. thereâs a fifth thing you learn about sana: sheâs addicted to texting. you donât know if you prefer that or not.
itâs at this point that you stop putting in so much effort to avoid her. if she happens to sit next to you at lunch, you donât look at her, but you donât get up and leave anymore either. whenever she greets you in the morning, instead of responding with silence, you give her a small nod. you let her sit with you any time you meet the girls for drinks, staying the entire time without giving an excuse to go home.
when dahyun asks if youâre friends with sana now, you shrug. âi donât know. not really? still just coworkers.â
the words feel wrong, taste acrid in your mouth. but theyâre also half true, because youâre not friendsânot really.
after all, you barely know five things about her.
sometimes, when you have sex with sana, itâs a game. sana says or red light green light, maybe. tonight is one of those nightsâlie down, sana says, so you comply. no touching, sana says, so you nod. youâre lying on the bed, wrists and ankles restrained, gaze following sana as she struts towards you, a dangerous glint in her dark eyes. the cool air of the room has you shivering lightly, although it might just be from the hungry look sanaâs sending you, lips curled into a proud smirk as she watches you tug a little at your cuffs. sheâs spent the last hour teasing you, touching you everywhere except where you hopelessly crave, working you up until youâre dizzy with lust.
âplease, sana,â you whine softly. âi need you.â you watch as she crawls towards you on the bed, stops at your chest.
and hereâs one more thing youâve come to learn about sanaâsana likes it like this: when sheâs in complete and total control, with you begging for her permission for everything. she delights in the way your voice cracks and breaks, too consumed with desire to be embarrassed at your desperation soaking the bed sheets.
âneed me how?â she tilts her head teasingly, glancing at your glistening slit and grinning. âuse your words.â
âneed your fingers,â you whimper. âneed you inside me, please.â you yank at the cuffs around your wrists again, impatient. sana hums and leans down to capture your lips in a deep kiss, her tongue moving against your own.
âcute. ask properly,â sana murmurs against your lips, âand maybe iâll give you what you want.â her mouth moves down to your collarbone and you can feel yourself dripping onto the sheets as she sucks a hickey there.
shuddering, you manage to croak out, âwill you please fuck me with your fingers? please, i need you so bad, sana.â she lets out a satisfied chuckle and brushes her lips against yours again, nipping at your bottom lip. a second later, she runs two fingers along your entrance, gathering your wetness before pushing one finger inside. you moan in delight as she begins to pump in and out. âwill you add another, please sana?â
âmy good girl,â she purrs, âasking so politely.â she crooks another finger inside you and starts to fuck you deeper, faster. you moan louder, gasp and whine when she curls her fingers into your g-spot, struggle against your cuffs as pleasure spreads throughout your body. sana snickers smugly, lowers her head to your chest, wraps her lips around your sensitive nipple. her teeth graze lightly against the peak. âdoes it feel good, baby?â she uses her thumb to rub at your clitâsheâd teased too much, and now youâre positively overwhelmed with desire at every touch.
you try to answer, you doâyour mouth opens, but all that slips out are more moans. sana doesnât berate you this time, just giggles and continues to draw you closer and closer to the edge, fingers moving deep inside you, eventually moving to tease her tongue against your other nipple.
itâs not long before youâre tearfully confessing, âsana, fuck, iâm so close. please, iâm gonna cum.â she circles your clit more intensely then, and you gasp. âsana!â she nips playfully at your breast before letting go and looking down at you.
âwhat do you say, baby?â her dark eyes bore into your own and you whimper knowingly.
âcan i cum, please?â you beg, breath catching in your throat as you watch sana bite her lip, fingers still pumping inside you. you have only moments before you might just explode. tonight she has mercy on you, gives you what you want without a fight.
âcum for me.â
at her soft command, you cum instantly on her fingers, sana moaning at the feeling and fucking you through your orgasm. âoh, fuck, iâfuck, sana,â you cry out, twitching, pulling at your restraints, tears leaking from your eyes as you finally come down from your high and settle into the bed with an exhale. sana slips her fingers out, kisses you tenderly.
thereâs a brief moment where both of you just lie there, breathing heavily. you close your eyes, feel her press a kiss against your jaw, hum at the gesture. then sheâs moving once more, spreading your legs, kissing along your thighs, biting playfully at the soft flesh there before you feel her warm tongue licking into your slit, lips wrapping around your clit andâ
sana uses her tongue to lick up all your cum, looks up at you with lust-filled eyes. she sucks at your bud, fucks into you with her tongue. âsana,â you moan wantonly. youâre still not really recovered from your first orgasm, but that doesnât deter sana, and you donât tell her to stop. she suddenly fills you with two fingers again and you whimper as she picks up the speed, mouth moving to your clit once more. the suction is incredible. âoh fuck, yes, sana, just like that.â you grind down against her mouth subconsciously.
she angles her fingers like she had before, presses into your g-spot, flicks her tongue against your clit. âyou taste good,â she mumbles before taking your clit into her mouth again. you let out a low groan in response, unable to form wordsâall you can focus on is sana, her mouth and fingers bringing you closer to your peak with every thrust, every lick, every movement.
she lets you cum two more times that night before sheâs undoing your restraints, her own juices sticky on your thigh, then using a damp towel to clean you, offering you water and sweet kisses as she checks in on you.
âas always, you were so good for me tonight,â sana praises you with a bright grin as you sip at your water, your eyes half closed. her fingers trail lightly over the hickeys sheâd marked along your thighs, breasts, chest. so maybe thatâs another thing youâve learned about sanaâshe has somewhat of a possessive streak. âso perfect.â
hours later, as sana sleeps next to you, you watch her chest rising and falling evenly, peacefully, before you collect your things and glance at her one last time, slipping out of her apartment with your stomach filled with butterflies.
itâs going on three months since youâd first slept with sanaâand something shifts.
she starts messaging you things that both makes your heart flutter and your stomach flipâthings like this is so us underneath a video of two dogs cuddlingâa picture of her having a small picnic by the river followed by the words wish you were here.
half the time she doesnât even add pictures or videos to her messages anymoreâi miss you baby, she sends. or just good morning! with some variant of heart emojis. sometimes you get something a little more lengthyâwatching the drama you mentioned the other day. have you seen the latest episode? maybe we can watch it together!
you think this means youâre probably actually friends now. the thought makes you grin.
eventually, sana begins leaving little gifts at your desk: your favorite iced coffee, packets of gummies, even a delicateâand expensiveânecklace.
you hide the necklace underneath your shirt when mina pulls you aside to gently remind you about the company policy for disclosing personal relationships between employees. you insist you have nothing to say and look away with red cheeks when minaâs eyes drift towards sanaâs desk.
it burns against your chest when you wear it, but you canât bring yourself to take it off, either.
a month passes by, sanaâs present never leaving your neck. you meet chaeyoung for coffee one morning over the weekend.
âiâve been meaning to tell you, but i like your necklace,â she remarks, her thin fingers gesturing towards said piece of jewelry. âitâs really pretty. whereâd you get it?â
you fight off a blush. âthanks. uh, someone gave it to me as a gift.â
âsomeone?â chaeyoung looks at you and notices the pink dusting your cheeks, her eyebrows shooting up. âhold on. you mean like a special someone?â she looks at your necklace then at you again, curious.
âwellâŠâ you look away awkwardly for a moment. âi don't know.â
âyou've worn it every day for a few weeks now,â she points out. âmust be someone at least a little special for you to wear that so often, yeah?â
a small frown starts to form on your lips. âmaybe i just really like the necklace.â
chaeyoung hums. âmaybe. it does look like something youâd pick out yourself.â she glances appreciatively at it once more before a mischievous grin tugs at her mouth. âbut i know you. you like the necklace, sure, but you like the fact that it came fromââshe pauses like sheâs about to say a nameââthis person more.â
and, well. she might have a point.
youâve learned a few more things about sana over the past few monthsâlike that she tries really hard to do things for you before you even consider asking for them, says things that make you melt and smile softly, giggles at even your worst jokes and talks to you when youâre lonely or upset. itâs all very sweet. sana is sweet. truthfully, you do like knowing she spent time picking out a necklace she thought you might like. the mental image of sana browsing through multiple shops with a cute little pout on her face until she finds the perfect gift for you makes you want to grin like an idiot.
you like sana. a lot, you realize.
but youâre not sure where she stands, because youâve seen her gift mina and momo things before too. maybe it doesnât mean anything special to her. thatâs something you havenât learned about her. so you simply scoff and shove chaeyoung in the shoulder, hiding your scowl in your cup of coffee, ignoring the way your heartbeat quickens at the thought of sana, sana, sana.
sanaâs wearing that same cute little prada skirt today, the one she wore the day youâd first slept together. thereâs one more thing youâd learned about sana: the woman loves her prada. you watch her walk in, greeting everybody with a charming smile and enthusiastic wave.
sana has really nice legsânot that you needed a reminder.
for a few moments, you let yourself stare at her and think about her smooth skin, her breathy whines, her long legs spread open just for you, her soft thighs quivering as you lower your mouthâ
âhave you already started on that presentation for new concepts for the upcoming quarter?â
dahyunâs voice breaks you from your reverie. you manage to drag your eyes away from sana and look up at dahyun. she seems tired, looking at her computer with her brows furrowed as she taps at her keyboard. you blink.
âuhâno, not yet. i was going to start on it later, though.â
she nods, still staring intently at her screen. âwork on it with sana,â she requests. you open your mouth to respond, but she speaks again before you can say anything. âitâll be better to have both of you coming up with ideas. i know you havenât really worked with her before, but sheâs not a bad worker, really. she usually has quite a few good ideas if you can get her to focus for long enough. but right now she needs something to do, and i canât get her to work for more than ten minutes. maybe youâll have better luck getting somewhere with sana.â she exhales loudly then and finally glances at you with pleading eyes, looking worn out despite the day just starting.
you sigh. âokay. iâll see if thereâs a conference room available to book today and grab sana.â
two hours later, you drag sana into one of the smaller conference rooms in the hallway next to your desks so you can speak a little louder with her, hoping to brainstorm together.
youâre wildly unsuccessful, of course.
sana spends the first thirty minutes of your two reserved hours playing papa's freezeria on her laptop while you try to work on your own. eventually, you canât take it anymore. you look up from your laptop and clear your throat. sana glances at you.
âwhat are you doing?â
sana angles her laptop towards you a little so you can clearly see her sundae platter on the screen. itâs overflowing with toppings. her customer frowns, gives her zero stars and no tip. sana whines and turns the laptop back towards her, pouting a little before shooting a bright grin at you. âmina showed me this game,â she chirps. âhave you played it before? itâs actually pretty fun.â she clicks a few more times, taking a new customerâs order. immediately, she begins creating another ice cream monstrosity. you just blink at her.
âseriously, do you ever do anything productive around here?â you try to sound serious, but you can hear the fondness in your voice, a small smile forming on your face.
ânope,â sana responds cheerily, looking up from her game. âwell, i talk to momo. that seems pretty productive to me.â
you roll your eyes good-naturedly at her serious expression. âsana, thatâs not productive. thatâs distracting.â you tap her lightly on the wrist. âcome on, we need to finish this.â you get up from your chair and make your way to the whiteboard on the wall, getting ready to note the major ideas youâd already thought of on your own.
she smiles brightly at you and closes out of her game. âokay, whatever you need.â
twenty more minutes go by, and youâre actually starting to get somewhere. just as dahyun had mentioned, sanaâs a good worker when she puts her mind to it, creative and thoughtful. that was something pleasant to learn about her. sheâd even gotten up to write a few notes of her own on the board. youâre in the middle of jotting down a few more details on the whiteboard when sana sets a hand on your shoulder, leans in a little closer next to you to peer at your handwriting and you can smell her perfume. you inhale a little, squeeze your eyes shut, try to retain your focus. it doesn't work.
âyou smell good.â you donât even really register your voice relaying the words to sana until you open your eyes and find that sheâs looking at you, honey dripping from her eyes. instantly, you blush.
âcute,â sana whispers, gaze dropping to your mouth. she leans in then, brings your lips together in a slow kiss. you drop the whiteboard marker and your hands instantly fall to her waist while she curls one hand around your jaw, the other playing with your necklace and resting lightly against your chest.
kissing sana is familiar, easy, but itâs the first time youâre kissing her like this: in public, outside of the comfort of her apartment, where, theoretically, anyone could see you. the thought makes your heart race rapidly. maybe you should be more concerned about the fact that youâre kissing sana not even ten feet away from your coworkers, barely concealed by the translucent door of the conference room, but the swipe of her tongue against your lips pushes every thought out of your head. you grip her waist tighter, trying to fight back a whine and failing.Â
she makes a sweet sound against your lips in return. âsana,â you say hoarsely, pulling back just enough to take a breath, resting your forehead against hers. she just hums. âweâwe need to finish this.â
âokay,â she replies easily, drawing back and giving you an innocent smile. your eyes drop to her lips. she smirks.
âokay,â you repeat, unable to look away from her mouth. she bites her lip. you stare.
âi thought you said we need to finish this?â she cocks her head, blinks at you. but sheâs leaning in again, her breath fanning against your lips.
âuh huh,â you say dumbly. âyeah. we should⊠finish thisâŠâ you close the gap, kiss her deeply, let out a quiet gasp when she sticks a hand up your shirt and rests it against your stomach, stroking your skin. your back hits the wall, and itâs only then that you realize sana had been gently pushing you backwards. âsanaâŠâ
sana presses you into the wall, licks into your mouth. your thoughts become hazy as she kisses you languidly. the hand she has under your shirt brushes against your bra and you shiver. her other hand rests on your waist, warm and firm. you whimper into her mouth and she pulls away, giggling. âyouâre too cute,â she whispers against your lips. she drops her hand from your bra so sheâs grabbing at both sides of your waist, then pushes you against the wall once more as she leans in to kiss you again. all too soon, she pulls away again, shooting you a playful smile as she sits back down in front of her laptop. you stare at her, breath catching in your throat. âback to work!â she says with a teasing wink.
you ignore her triumphant grin when you impatiently drag her out of her chair and lay her on top of the conference table, not caring that anyone could walk in on you at any moment.
the soft adoring look sana gives you when you help her pull her skirt back on is worth the embarrassment you feel when dahyun winks at you later and tells you she knew youâd get somewhere with sana.
youâre at the office one morning, on your way to the bathroom, when you overhear it.
âyouâre so good at this,â a muffled voice groans out behind the corner of the hallway.
âmmm.â another voice. this one is familiar to youâextremely so. âdoes it feel good?â
itâs sana.
âyes, feels so good,â the other voice whimpers. they gasp and moan. you hear sana giggle.
you briskly turn back around.
well.
it seems like you arenât sanaâs only plaything.
(thatâs something you didnât really want to learn about sana.)
six months.
half a year since the first time youâd let sanaâs hands roam all over your body, let her bring you to the edge again and again and again.
you finally stop sneaking out of her apartment, instead starting your days with her arm thrown over your waist, legs tangled in her overpriced sheets. you also find yourself spending entire weekends at her place. youâd taken to going over to her place every friday night and staying until sunday. sometimes you even spend most of the week there, making sure to go to work in separate vehicles. itâs a little more domestic than youâd imagined things would be when this had all started, but you like itâmaybe a little more than you should.
itâs dangerous for your heart.
as it turns out, sanaâs an awful chef; on one occasion, she starts a small fire in her kitchen attempting to make your favorite breakfast. to ensure you donât starve, you put yourself in charge of all cooking related activities, lightly swatting at her whenever she hovers around you in the kitchen. but you always give in when she slips her arms around you from behind, rests her chin on your shoulder, croons appreciatively in your ear when you feed her small bites here and there.
sheâs annoying.
sheâs lovely.
itâs terrifying, because you know youâre falling for sana. you know her now, and you like everything youâve gotten to know. but what you donât know is how sana feels. you know youâre friends by now. but sana hasnât said anything and, based on what youâd heard that one day at the office, clearly sheâs not exclusive with you, so you begrudgingly admit to yourself that she doesnât think itâs become anything deeper than that. it hurts, and youâre sort of embarrassed. of course youâd fall for someone who only sees you as a friend.
itâs this fact that prompts you to shut down sanaâs request to tell even just one person about your private time together. she insists that momo can keep a secret, but you give her a firm refusal, almost bordering on hostile. you can tell sheâs disappointed, maybe even a little surprised at your aggression, but she quickly presses a kiss to your lips and assures you sheâs still okay with keeping things secret. you think maybe you overreactedâit was just one question, after all.
âiâm sorry, sana,â you murmur as you pull her closer. âi just really don't want to risk everyone being all up in our business, you know?â itâs more like you don't want to give anyone a reason to analyze your unrequited feelings for sana, but what sana doesnât know wonât hurt her.
âi understand,â she mumbles into your ear. âi suppose the girls are sort of gossipy, huh?â youâre grateful for the olive branch, and you accept it quickly.
âmore than just sort of. iâve learned more about nayeonâs favorite sex positions than iâve ever wanted to know,â you joke with a grimace, and sana giggles and hits your shoulder lightly.
later that night, you try not to pay attention to the churning in your stomach when you think about your gossipy friends dissecting how youâd fallen for the companyâs daughter all while sheâd been making some other girl moan just ten feet away from your desk.
you wouldnât be able to handle the humiliation of everyone knowing youâd been dumb enough to break your own boundaries and fall for your fuck buddy, only for her to not feel the same.
sana shifts in her sleep, cuddles closer into you.
itâs enough for now. it has to be.
the next weekend, you find yourself getting lunch with tzuyu. youâre sipping at your water when your phone lights up with a text.
itâs sana. can we have tteokbokki for dinner tonight? iâve been craving it all day!! iâll even be your sous chef!!!
you grin as you type back a response. sure. but as my sous chef, you should know that if you blow anything up, youâre fired immediatelyâŠ
you go back to eating when tzuyu speaks. âwho are you texting?â
âhuh?â you look up at her. âoh, nobody.â
her eyebrows go up. âyouâre an awful liar, you know.â she shrugs, watching you blush. âbut whatever. keep your secrets. something tells me i might already know the answer anyway.â
you canât tell if the feeling spreading through your veins is nausea or relief.
the following monday, sana sits next to you at lunch, and when her hand brushes against your wrist, your breath catches in your throat. you act like you donât see the smug, pleased look she sends you. she stares at you with a grinâsomething bright sparks in your chest.
you fiddle with your necklace and try not to think about sana, but you find itâs next to impossible when every other thing reminds you of the woman.
you let your pinky rest against her hand for the rest of lunch. a confession. momo has the decency to pretend she doesnât notice.
on tuesday, you walk into the office with a cheerful smile on your face. you log onto your computer, work on a few assignments, collaborate with nayeon and jeongyeon on a presentation for the upcoming quarterly report.
during lunch, you sit with tzuyu and chaeyoung and pretend like you arenât staring at sana across the roomâlike you arenât watching how momoâs leg brushes against sanaâs, pinky fingers innocently laid across each other atop the tableâlike you arenât following how jihyoâs hand reaches across the table to gently fix sanaâs hair, tucking it behind her ear neatlyâlike you arenât wondering what it might be like to really touch sana in public, to interact with her so easily, to love her freely, loudly.
later, when youâre reporting to mina that youâve finished your departmentâs presentation, you try not to stare beyond her shoulder at dahyun and sana giggling together over some sort of inside joke of theirs. you barely manage to push the giddiness down enough to keep your focus on mina, and you falter when sana catches your eye from across the room, her playful grin momentarily turning sultry when she notices your heavy gaze. you pretend it doesnât affect you and give mina a half-hearted apology before you continue to review the contents of your presentation, sana and dahyun disappearing around the corner as mina nods approvingly at your words.
a few hours later, youïżœïżœre making your way over to a meeting to discuss the upcoming quarterly budget when you hear it again.
âoh sana,â you hear a breathy voice groan out.
sana and⊠whoever else sheâs hooking up with who isnât you. theyâre in one of the conference rooms. you avoid looking at the door.
âis this good? or do you want it harder?â
âthis is perfect.â
sana hums. âthatâs what i like to hear.â
you rush towards your meeting, holding back tears as you speed away.
later that night, as you watch sana wash the dishes after dinner, you feel your heart breaking but you know what you need to do. âhey sana?â
she puts the last dish away and turns to you with a little grin. âyeah? whatâs up?â
âi think maybeâŠâ you look at sana. âmaybe we should⊠stop.â
âstop?â sana starts to frown.
âyou know⊠stop. this.â you gesture between the two of you half-heartedly. âus.â
sana just stares at you, standing stiffly in the middle of the kitchen. her lip wobbles. âbut⊠why?â
you try to keep a neutral expression. âi just think itâs for the best.â
sheâs silent for a long moment. then she looks up at you, eyes hardened. âokay. then i think you should go.â
âoh. uh, okay.â you gather your things as she stares at you harshly. you make your way to the door, then look back at sana. âwait. weâre still okay, right?â
sana just looks at you. she scoffs and turns back around, heading to her room. you try to take a step to follow her, but she puts her hand out. âleave. please.â
so you do.
you text her a few hours later. are we okay?
she doesnât respond.
you do, however, receive a text from momo a few minutes later. it simply reads give her space.
itâs better than nothing.
(you still cry yourself to sleep that night, not knowing that on the other side of the city, momo simply holds sana in her arms as she does the same.)
the rest of the week goes by slowly. itâs awful. youâre not sleeping, not eating, not functioning.
during your lunch break on friday, tzuyu stares as you shovel rice into your mouth, unimpressed. you ignore her, but eventually her silence makes you shift uncomfortably. you glance around the room, looking for sana. you find her at a table across the room with jihyo and momo. you stare at her as subtly as you can.
by the brokenhearted expression on sanaâs face and the uncomfortable frown jihyo gives youânot to mention the way momo is openly making eye contact with youâyouâre sure it wasnât subtle at all.
you look away and catch tzuyuâs eye. âwhat?â
she blinks at you, shrugging almost imperceptibly. âis there something going on with you?â
you freeze before scooping up another bite of rice. âno.â you try to sound unaffected. âwhy?â
tzuyu hums. âno reason. itâs just that both you and sana have seemed a little⊠strange the past few days. i thought something might have happened between you two.â
âand why would you think anythingâs happening between sana and me?â it comes out a little less convincing than youâd intended. tzuyuâs brows furrow slightly and she leans back into her seat.
âwell⊠youâreâŠâ tzuyu pauses, clears her throat as she eyes you carefully. âyouâre⊠friends, right?â you donât answer and tzuyu stares at you again. âcome on. iâm not blind. you clearly have something going on with her. why wonât you tell me?â
thereâs a flash of movement in front of you and momo suddenly plops down into the seat next to tzuyu. âwhat are you two talking about?â she takes out her food, immediately biting into her lunch.
ânothing,â you grumble.
âweâre talking about how someone here is in love with sana and is really awful at pretending like sheâs not.â
âtzuyu!â you glare at her, then look down at your food, shy. âthatâs not exactly what we were talking about.â
in between bites of her sandwich, momo hums. âoh, right.â momoâs next words make you frown. âi heard you guys broke up.â the expression on her face is anything but innocent. you glance over to where sheâd been sitting before with sana. sana and jihyo are pointedly not looking in your direction. you look back at momo, whoâs trying a little too hard to act nonchalant.
âare you spying on me for sana? also, we werenât dating. i donâtâwhat did sana tell you?â
âuh, itâs not spying if iâm speaking to you in front of your face. but i did maybe tell sana iâd come over here and see what you were talking about. also, she didnât have to tell me anything.â momo snickers, takes another bite. you stare at her as she chews. âyou guys arenât that great at hiding when youâre hooking up in the conference rooms. plus, i know the code to her place. you really shouldnât leave your panties on the couch so often.â she grins crookedly. you squeak in embarrassment.
tzuyu grimaces. âdidnât need that mental image, thanks.â
momo finally realizes something. âhold on. you werenât dating?â momoâs next words make you frown. âwait, but you know she thought this whole time that you were dating, though, right?â
you shake your head. âno, that canât be right. the other week i heard her and someone else hooking up in the hallway. she was doing something right, because they just kept moaning and telling her it felt good. and i heard them again on tuesday in one of the conference rooms. sana was asking them if they wanted it harder, andâŠâ you trail off.
tzuyu tilts her head. âuh, actually.â you look at her and she coughs a little. âi donât think she was hooking up with anyone.â
âwhat do you mean?â you frown.
âone of the A&R interns just had surgery on their shoulder. sanaâs been giving her massages to help with the pain every now and then.â
your heart stops. what?
momo nods. âoh yeah. sanaâs pretty good at giving massages. did you seriously think she was hooking up with someone else? arenât you, like, practically living at her place?â
you groan, drop your head to the table. guilt washes over you and you swallow roughly. âoh my god. i really fucked up. what should i do?â your voice comes out a whisper. âi⊠iâm in love with her.â
momo shrugs, shoves the last bite of her sandwich into her mouth. she chews thoughtfully, swallows down her food, then takes a sip of her lemonade. âi know i told you to give her space, but as her best friend, i know for a fact that she misses you. i have a feeling that if you went to her place and explained why you did what you did, sheâd probably be willing to hear you out.â
you exhale. âreally? you donât think sheâd be mad if i just showed up?â
ânah. well, the other day she did mention wanting to stab you with a steak knife.â
âmomo!â
she bursts out laughing. âiâm just kidding. sheâll want to have a mature conversation. she just needed time to think about things. iâm sure she wonât stab you and sheâll hear you out.â
âyouâre not very helpful,â you grumble. momo grins at you.
âoh, one more thing. if you ever hurt sana again, she wonât need a steak knife, because i will kill you myself. youâd make an excellent stew, i think.â
âmomo!â
you decide to follow momoâs advice, despite the slight worry of sana pulling a knife on you, and find yourself outside sanaâs apartment on saturday morning.
deep breaths, you think. sana is a reasonable person. she wonât stab you. sheâll talk to you.
you ring the bell.
a few moments pass.
âwhat are you doing here?â sanaâs voice comes through the speaker. you glance at the doorbell camera.
âi wanted to talk,â you say slowly, âand apologize. and clear some things up. if youâll let me.â
silence.
then sanaâs buzzing you in, and you nearly shed a tear at the sight of sana opening her door for you, wearing one of your worn-out t-shirts and her too-short sleep shorts.
âokay.â she sighs. âcome in.â
you give her a soft smile and step inside. she closes the door behind you and turns to face you.
âhi,â you say dumbly, playing with your fingers nervously.
sana cracks a small grin. âhi,â she replies. âwant some coffee?â
you canât help but brighten and smile wider at her. âiâd love some, thanks.â
sana walks towards the kitchen and you follow her. you stand behind her as she pours coffee into your favorite mug. her fingers brush against yours when she hands it to you and you inhale sharply. you look at her and her cheeks redden slightly. âletâs sit down, yeah?â you nod at her words and make your way to her living room, sitting gently on her couch and sipping at your coffee before setting it on the small table in front of you.
âthank you,â you begin, âfor letting me in and for hearing me out. i know you could tell me to go away and iâd have no right to complain. so thank you again. but i really want to make things right between us and explain myself.â
sana nods. âokay.â
âi guess i should start with saying iâm sorry. i really didnât mean to hurt you. to be honest, i didnât think me ending things would even matter to you.â
âoh.â sana frowns. âwhy wouldnât it?â
âiâŠâ you sigh. âi honestly thought you didnât see me as anything more than a friend. like, a fuck buddy. but i was okay with that because i thought maybe⊠if we spent more time together⊠anyway. yeah. but then a couple months ago, i heard what i thought was you and someone else hooking up at work. and that hurt so muchâto think i wasnât the only one getting to spend that kind of time with you, you know? and then i heard the same thing again a few days ago on tuesday, and that was just. you know. all i could take. so⊠i thought it would be better for my heart to make a clean break.â
sanaâs quiet. then she looks at you in confusion and says, âokay, sorry, butâwhat? i havenât been hooking up with anyone else since, you know, our first time.â
you blush. âi know. or, well, momo and tzuyu told me literally just yesterday that iâd grossly misheard things. they told me you were just giving an intern a massage for their shoulder surgery recovery. but yeah. iâd already ended things with you when i found out that i was mistaken. so. here i am.â
âiâŠâ sana blinks. âokay. so⊠you ended things with me because you donât want me to hook up with anybody else. well, iâm not. so⊠is that all?â
âactually, thereâs something else i need to tell you.â
sana slowly nods, her eyes shining with something you recognize as hope. you take a deep breath.
âi like youâi love you. i'm so in love with you, sana, and i've been falling for you for months and i justâyou're all i think about. when i'm with you, i'm the happiest i've ever been, and when i'm not with you, i'm just thinking about the next time i can be with you. it's like⊠itâs like my life is just measured in moments of with sana and waiting to be with sana. and iâm terrified. because iâi thought you were hooking up with someone else, that you didnât like me the way i like you. or, well. the way i love you.â
sana lets out a breath, leans forward into your space. you blink and before you can register what's happening, sheâs kissing you.
the kiss isâdifferent. it's wet, for one, because someoneâs crying. in the back of your mind, you register it's probably you. but this kiss is also all-consuming, like sanaâs been holding back every time youâd kissed before this, like this is the first time sheâs really kissing you the way sheâs always wanted. this kiss is full of love, you realize. sana pulls back slightly and you subconsciously chase her lips, blushing and looking down when she lets out a laugh. she gently leans back in and rests her forehead against yours.
âyouâre an idiot,â sana breathes out against your lips. you can feel her smile.
âi am?â you pull back to look at her. she just smiles at you and brings you in for another kiss before sighing.
âyouâre so stupid,â sana murmurs, pressing a small kiss against your lips once more. âiâŠâ she trails off.
âyouâŠ?â itâs hard to form words with her lips gently brushing against your own. she pulls back again and takes a deep breath.
âiâve been in love with you,â she says quietly, âever since you agreed to come over to my place for the first time.â
âwow, okay, i am an idiot,â you whisper. sana just nods, lips twitching playfully into a smirk.
âitâs okay though.â she sighs, leans back in to give you another soft kiss. âbecause i love you, and you love me.â
when you walk into the office on monday morning, itâs with sanaâs hand in your own and matching smiles on your faces. you can see all of your friends gawking at the sight.
mina spots you as you round the corner and purses her lips slightly when her eyes land on your fingers tangled with sanaâs. âgood morning, you two. anything youâd like to tell me?â she fights back a smile at your bashful expression.
sana wrinkles her nose. âmina, iâm pretty sure you sort of work for me. do i really need to tell you that my girlfriendâs your employee?â
minaâs grin only widens when seven voices start yelling excitedly from around the office.
you roll your eyes as sana giggles. your friends are stupid.
youâve never been happier.
sometimes, when you have sex with sana, itâs a sanctuary. long-awaited touches and whispered praises. tonight is one of those nightsâyouâre so beautiful, she says, so you kiss her neck. i missed you, she says, so you lay her down on the bed. youâre settled between her legs, one hand in her own warm grasp while your other hand caresses her skin where youâre pushing her leg up. you kiss along her thighs before you press a kiss against her wetness and hum as she shivers lightly. you squeeze her hand then lick against her slit once, slightly tangy slick coating your tongue instantly. she lets out a breathy moan as you lick again, tongue brushing against her clit. youâve learned that sana likes it like this, too: when she surrenders to you, lays herself bare for you to adore, attentive and loving and intimate.
you wrap your lips around her bud and suck. she clenches your hand so hard it turns white. you dip your tongue between her folds, lick and suck and lose yourself in her heat.
âfuck,â sana sighs. âjust like that, baby. youâre so perfect.â distractedly, you think about how sexy she truly is. skin slightly sweaty, girlish moans and whines slipping past her lips every few moments, body heaving with uncontrolled gasps and breaths every time your tongue swirls around her sensitive clit. you moan into her cunt and feel how she squirms and shivers.
you push her leg up more, hook it around your shoulder to make her more comfortable. as you dip your tongue inside her, you feel her use one hand to reach down and grasp at your hair. she tugs a little and you smirk, knowing sheâs enjoying herself.
her slick is all over your mouth and chin. itâs intoxicating, being surrounded by sanaâs presence, being covered in it. you pull your mouth away momentarily and use your hand not currently being squeezed by sanaâs to lightly drag down along her skin before running it between her folds, teasing her. âshit, sana, you taste so good.â then you kiss her clit, ease two fingers into her, marvel at how easily they slip into her wetness. âoh baby,â you simper. âyou mustâve wanted this so badly, hm?â
you bring your mouth back to her pussy, savoring her taste. sana lets out a strangled noise as you find the right angle inside her, curl your fingers slightly, lick against her mound. you bring her clit into your mouth again and suck the way you know she likes. you keep fucking her with your fingers as you eat her out enthusiastically, never wanting to stop.
after a while, sana starts twitching around you. her breathing gets even heavier as she gasps and grinds down onto your tongue. she opens her mouth to say something, but instead she releases a long, drawn-out groan. pleased, you suck a little harder at her clit knowingly, wait for her to speak.
âiâm gonnaâfuck,â she gasps. âfuck, youâre gonna make me cum, baby.â her voice is deeper than usual, thick with desire. it sends a thrill down your spine. you hum, donât stop what youâre doing, finger her a little deeper and keep licking at her.
a few moments later, sanaâs letting out a cry and cumming hard on your fingers and tongue. you continue to pump your fingers in and out, slowing down a little, swallowing her juices and lapping at her clit until sheâs gently laying a hand on your collarbone. you pull away and take your fingers out and stare up at her, pupils completely blown.
sheâs no differentâher eyes are unfocused, totally black. she pants and bites her lip as she watches you take the fingers that were inside her into your mouth and suck her release off them. you grin at her. âi love the way you taste,â you say casually. âand i love making you cum. you look so pretty when you do, you know?
sana blushes all the way down to her chest. âyeah?â
âwell, actually, i don't know,â you say, tapping at your chin. âi might need to see it again, just to make sure.â
she squeals and giggles when you kiss her, sighs adoringly when you bring a hand down between her legs again.
you spend hours after that watching her body and expressions when she cumsâon your tongue, your fingers, your thigh, your stomachâand each time, she looks impossibly prettier than the last.
after you both become too exhausted to keep going, you clean up, get ready for bed together, showering and going through your nightly routine. itâs soothing, and you finally flop into her bed and start to drift off. sanaâs still in the bathroom. everything starts to fade as you begin to succumb to your fatigue.
you donât even register sana coming to bed, pulling the sheets over the both of you, turning off the lights. time passes; youâre not sure how much, but it must be a while, because you keep drifting and waking slightly, on the very edge of finally letting yourself fall asleep. sana seems to be in the same boat. her body has relaxed to the point that you know sheâs about to pass out in the next ten seconds. youâre barely conscious, nearly fully asleep, also seconds from slipping into a deep slumber whenâ
âgood night, baby. i love you,â sana whispers into your neck, so low you almost donât hear herâbut you do.
sana settles her arm around your torso, pulls you impossibly closer to her body before all her muscles slump and she enters a deep sleep.
your eyes start to close as her words replay softly in the back of your head.
i love you.
sanaâs gentle murmur, soft lips pressing the syllables into your flesh. i love you.
when you finally fall asleep, you dream of warm skin and sweet lips, of lithe hands and wide eyes, of sana and love.
i love you, i love you, i love you.
of all the things you know about sana, this is your favorite.
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