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[ghoulishhx]

✦ the feeling's mutual - frank castle x reader

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Pairing: Frank Castle x fem!reader

Warnings/tags: SMUTT, so much smut. written with plussize!reader in mind, oral (both recieving/giving), p in v sex, unprotected sex (dont do this irl please bad idea), squirting, fingering, fluff, dirty talk, praise, use of "good girl" and phrases similar, petnames, mutual pining

Summary: Frank Castle has been your kind, respectful neighbour for the past 6 months now. Tonight, you finally got the courage to tell him what you think of him.

Word Count: 3060

A/N: this is my first proper attempt at writing smut, please lmk if you like it and wanna hear more in the future. suggestions are open!!

hope you enjoy :3

“Frank.. I need you. I need you so fucking bad.”

He looked at you stunned for a second, eyes flicking over your lips and eyes for further confirmation that you want this. You do, more than anything and he senses that. He grabs your cheeks pulling you into a bruising kiss. Turns out, he needed you just as bad.

You had gotten to know your neighbour Frank for the past 6 months, he'd occasionally stop by, fixing your shitty appliances (also fixing stuff that didn’t even need to be fixed just so he could be in your company for longer). You’d repay his kindness with patching up his cuts and cooking him home cooked meals, you knew vaguely the line of work he was in but he would spare you the gory details. You frankly didn’t care, you felt yourself falling for him. You would find yourself waiting at your window like a dog just to make sure he got home ok most nights (little did you know he did the same), slipping notes under his door for him to come round and have dinner with you. Every week, you would come home to a fresh bouquet of flowers on your doorstep with a thank you note, little did he know you kept every single one safe in your jewellery box.

Tonight you don’t know what came over you, you weren’t regularly a very confident person but after months and months of touching yourself thinking of him every night, you finally lost all self restraint.

“Fuck sweetheart, the feelin’s mutual.” He pants, putting his hands under your thighs lifting you, walking towards the bedroom while peppering kisses down your neck eliciting moans and whines. 

You’re SO desperate for him, and he’s loving it. 

“You don’t know how much I’ve been wantin’ ya doll.”

He places you down carefully on your bed, he sits next to you and you instinctively go to straddle him. Feeling your clothed cunt on his crotch he grunts, kneading the flesh of your ass pushing you down closer to him

“You’re so beautiful.. Fuck, you sure you’re ok with this?” He says pulling away a little to look into your eyes. You whine at the loss of contact, removing your hands from around his neck to place on both his cheeks

“Yes Frankie, more than anything.. You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting this.. Fuck,” you utter grinding down onto him, speaking in between kissing all over his face. “I’ve imagined having you like this every night now for like 3 months. Please Frank, touch me..” 

Now content with the amount of consent you’ve given him, he runs his hands up and down your back, kissing your neck. He moves his hands from your back to your chest, grabbing your breasts through your shirt and thin bra, twisting your nipples, you moan at the pain infused with pleasure.

“Can I take this off, doll?” He pants, gripping the hem of your shirt. Nodding yes, he lifts the fabric from you. A feeling of self-consciousness washes over you, you have a major love/-hate relationship with your body, you notice the way his jaw ticks at your choice of bra, and you ease up at the realization his relationship with your body is the former. Thank fuck today you decided to put on your sexy black matching set, you think to yourself.

You blush under his gaze, the way he’s staring at you makes your cunt throb. He’s studying your half naked form, obsessed with the fast pace in which your chest is moving up and down, staring at your scars and stretch marks as if they were art pieces hanging in the Louvre. 

“Fuck baby you’re so fucking gorgeous.. All f’ me.” He moans, putting his head into your chest, kneading your tits into his face as he kisses all the way down your chest to your stomach. He pays the same attention to your stomach as he did your breasts, this would normally make you freak out but the noises and curses he’s uttering as he palms the flesh, sends arousal flooding your cunt. He worships you.

“All for you Frankie, fuck. Only for you.” You whine, reaching down to pull his shirt over his head too. You’ve seen his shirtless form countless times when patching him up, but now it feels different. You ogled him back then, like you are now, but this time he’s all yours.

“Like what you see, angel?” He chuckles darkly as he catches you staring, pulling you closer as he flips you on your back. “I can’t wait anymore, need to taste ya.” You blush, but his dirty words only worsen your arousal. 

He pulls down your tights, kissing down your leg as he does, returning to your waist he unzips your skirt, pulling it down and allowing gravity to do its thing making it pool on the floor along with all the other discarded clothes. He is in direct eye-line with your sex, licking his lips as if you were a fresh home-cooked meal. He rubs a calloused thumb along your clothed slit, making you jolt with the sensation, he feels your slick seep through the thin, lacy material. 

“Fuck darlin’, all f’ me?”

“Only you, Frankie.”

“That’s my girl.”

He hooks his fingers under the waistband of your panties, slowly pulling them off you. It feels like he’s taking hours to do this, despite the fact it’s probably been less than 20 seconds. Tucking your ruined panties into his back jean pocket, he places his arms under your thighs hoisting them up onto his shoulders. His large hands grasp on the flesh of your thighs, pulling them apart and diving his face into your heat. He laps up your juices, humming appreciatively as he devours you like a man starved. Moaning and arching your back, your hands rush to his hair, pulling on his curls as an attempt to keep you balanced.

“You taste even better than I thought sweetheart, fuck.. Been imaginin’ being in between these legs since I met ya.” He mutters in between licking circles around your bundle of nerves, kissing and sucking on it. His words shock you.

“Frank Castle, are you saying you’ve been imagining me?” you say, slightly dumbfounded as you sit up on your elbows to look at him.

He looks up at you with a smirk, making eye contact with you.

“Only every night baby, fucked my fist more times that I can count picturing you and these fucking thighs.” He says nonchalantly, with a hint of playfulness, taking you off guard as he roughly palms your thick thighs. You yelp as he smacks your ass “and this perfect ass of course.”

You yelp at the sudden sensation, the pain quickly turning to pleasure as he rubs your cheek, resuming the assault on your pussy with his tongue. Still kneading the flesh of your thighs with one of his hands, your moans quickly turned into desperate whines as he put two of his fingers inside your weeping hole, curling them to reach your spongy spot. You arch your back, having never felt this much pleasure in your life before this very moment. Grabbing your tits, roughly pinching your nipples as you make eye contact with Frank. The sight before him almost makes him cum in his jeans right there and then, you coming undone for him just from his mouth and fingers. He could only imagine how gorgeous you would look being fucked by him..

“Fuck Frankie right there.. Please oh my god I’m so close..”

Your needy whines and cursing under your breath brings him back to the task at hand, he feels your walls clench his fingers tighter and tighter.

“That's it princess, take what you need baby. Fuck.. that’s a good girl. My good fucking girl.” he says into your heat, the vibrations of his words sending you over the edge into ecstasy. He fucks you through your orgasm with his fingers, speeding up with his tongue. He could stay like this forever. You are basically seeing stars at this point, you didn’t think this level of pleasure was possible. The overstimulation hurts so good as he cleans up your messy hole and clit, accumulating all of your cream and slick on his tongue. He gratefully smiles as he raises his head.

He whistles as he pulls away from you. Curiously, you sit up and go wide eyed as you notice his chest and the bedding under your ass is soaked. 

“Shit baby, you made a real mess of me huh?” he chuckles as you blush, feeling embarrassed. He picks up on this, and begins chuckling lightly “Nothin’ to be embarrassed about darlin’, means you were enjoying y’self.” He goes to stand up and he reaches for his belt. Finally, you think to yourself. You sit up to meet him, your head directly in front of his crotch, reaching for his belt, your hand grazes his rock hard bulge. Frank groans at the contact, you smirk as you begin to rub him through his jeans.

“Fuckin’ teasin’ me baby.. shit..“ He looks down upon you smiling at him as you unbuckle his belt. He places his thumb on your bottom lip and you greedily take his digit and swirl your tongue around it, pushing your mouth further down it. He palms himself through his boxers at the sight, his jeans now finally removed. His boxers are next to be taken off, already soaked, and you gasp at the reveal of his member. Thick, long, leaking pre-cum, the most gorgeous thing you have ever seen. How the fuck is that gonna fit in me, you think to yourself. He chuckles at your enthrallment with his cock.

“Wanna taste it, baby?”

You nod eagerly, lying down on your stomach supporting your weight with your elbows, as he removes his tongue from your mouth you wrap your plump lips around the head of his cock. Tasting the salty liquid of his pre-cum, your arousal crashes through you like a tidal wave, adding a fresh slick to your already drenched pussy. He groans, softly grabbing a fistful of your hair, pushing you further onto his cock. You take as much of him as you can, gagging on not even half of his length, he taps your chin to get your attention.

“Honey it’s too big, don’ want you to hurt yourself.” Never have you ever been with a man so selfless when it comes to his own pleasure. You stick to what you’re comfortable with, sucking and licking his tip and a few inches further as you fondle his balls, massaging them as he groans, throwing his head back in pleasure. His hand has returned to your hair, grasping harshly, but not too harsh to give you any real pain, his other hand rubbing comforting circles on your cheek with his thumb. You notice a hitch in his breath as he curses under his breath, pulling you off his cock. You whine at the loss, looking up to him with your mouth still in an ‘o’ shape, he chuckles,

“You’re too good at that doll, had to get ya to stop. Wanted the first time I cum to be in your sweet pussy.” You moan as you feel your cunt throb around nothing, his words alone edging you.”Need to be inside you now doll, please.”

You climb back up off your stomach to meet him standing up. He grabs you and kisses you, and you moan at the taste of yourself still on his tongue. Your hands trail up his chiseled torso, to his shoulders, neck and then in his hair. He goes the opposite direction, landing his hands on the flesh of your ass. “Lie down for me darlin’, wanna look into your eyes while I ruin ya.”

You follow his orders, getting comfortable propped up with pillows, spreading your legs you touch your clit, already recovered from the relentless assault that Frank’s tongue had given it not too long ago. The sight has him stroking himself, his tip a dark red as it leaks his nectar. “So pretty.. My girl.”

“Your girl Frankie, please fuck me.” You beg as he climbs between your legs, his left arm beside your head as he guides himself into your heat with his right arm. He rubs his member along your puffy petals, your aching clit, collecting slick as lube. His tip reaches your entrance, he looks to you once more for consent, and you smile at him. He smiles back, as he holds eye contact while he pushes himself into you. You mewl at the sensation, jaw going slack but not once do you take your eyes away from his. You’re entranced. You take a deep breath at the stretch, painful because of the sheer size of him, you gasp the further he pushes.

“Shh..shh baby. Gonna be a tight squeeze. You’re okay sweetheart, I got ya.. ‘M right here with you doll.”

His comforting words soothe you, allowing his cock to slide in much easier. The noise Frank made as his length touched your cervix for the first time was almost enough to make you cum for the second time tonight alone.

“Attagirl darlin’, takin’ me so well. you ready?”

“Mhm Frankie, please.” you shameless beg, as he picks up the pace. Slow and steady, you wrap your arms around his neck pulling his forehead down to touch your own. He could listen to your pretty noises forever, watching your beautiful dilated pupils meet his own, he uses one hand to hold himself up and the other to stroke your face. 

“Fuck Frankie, faster, please.” You whine, grasping the back of his neck.

“Anything for you, my girl.” He pants as he picks up the pace, kissing your forehead. The sound of skin to skin contact, the squelch of your pussy, the rattling of the headboard and both of your moans are enough to ensure a noise complaint tomorrow. Whatever, you thought. Let them hear.

“Fuck baby, it’s like this pussy was made for me.” he moans, peppering kisses across your face.

“Gonna take care of ya, my princess taking my cock so well.”

His head leaves yours as he trails kisses and bites down your neck to your chest, taking one of your hardened nipples into your mouth, swirling the pebbled bud around his tongue, eliciting almost pornographic moans from you. His other hand that was on your face trails down, grasping your other tit, touching your stomach, running his fingers along it down to your pussy. You thought nothing could feel better than this, that was until he started playing with your clit too. You practically scream in pleasure, making his cock twitch from knowing how good he was making you feel. He continues the relentless assault on your pussy, only going harder and faster when you asked, wanting to put your comfort above his pleasure. 

“Frankie, fuckfuckfuckfuck I’m gon- gonna.. I’m gonna cum Frankie.. Fuck please..” You say through strangled moans.

“I fucking love it when you beg for me darlin’, cum for me angel. Lemme have it, wanna see my gorgeous girl lose her goddamn mind.” He says lifting his lips from your tit, resuming his position after granting you permission to cum.

That was enough to send you over the edge, moaning his name and curses like a prayer as you cum all over his cock. The pleasure was enough to make you squirt again, earning you a primal moan from Frank. You see stars, as you feel your cunt clamp down on Frank’s cock like a vice.

“Thereee she is, my fucking girl. Love this needy pussy makin’ a mess of me.”

His thrusts begin to weaken and falter, you could tell he was getting close.

“Cum inside me Frank please, wanna feel you. Want you to fill me up.” you whine, grasping onto his firm shoulders, he hesitates, but you smile “I’m on the pill it’s ok, need all of you Frankie.”

He thanks whatever God graced him with you because he truly didn’t think he had the means to pull out. You just felt too good. 

One, two, three more thrusts and he’s cumming deep inside you. The sensation as he paints your walls white is overstimulating but it felt so good. He practically roars your name and a string of curse words as he finishes, this being the hardest he has ever cum.

He flops on top of you, careful as to not crush you, you stay like this for a while. His softening cock still inside you, you let out a content hum. He plays with your hair, littering kisses along your forehead as you clasp your arms around his back, pulling him impossibly closer to him.

After a short while, he climbs off of you, causing you to whine at the loss of contact. He chuckles to himself as he leans down to kiss you on your forehead once more before leaving for your en-suite bathroom. You watch his naked form in awe as he trots to the door, the events of tonight still not fully sinking in. 

He returns shortly after with a warm washcloth, and begins cleaning you up, marvelling at the sight of his cum seeping out of you mixed in with your own. Without thinking, he pushes a finger into your ruined hole, collecting the juices and placing it on your tongue. You lap his digit up instantly, swallowing every drop as he feels his drained cock twitching again already.

“You’re so fucking perfect baby, now c’mon lemme get you cleaned up properly now.”

He takes such good care of you, you feel like crying. No one has ever treated you like this in your life, you can’t help but feel a tear stream down your face.

“Everythin' ok sweetheart? Have I done somethin’ to upset ya?” He asks worriedly, cleaning your tear with his thumb.

“The opposite Frank. You’ve made me feel so happy, so beautiful. Didn’t think I ever deserved someone as good as you.”

He chuckles, climbing in bed next to you now you’re finally fully clean, pulling you close to his chest as he spoons you, rubbing your waist and kissing the back of your neck.

“The feelin’s mutual sweetheart.”

[arclic-stuff]

What's been missing

Pairing: Lilia Calderu x fem!reader

Synopsis: You and Lilia have been dating for a few months, but she has felt you becoming distant over the last week. She confronts you, and you open up about your issues with intimacy.

Warnings: smut(18+), sexual tension, teasing, fluff, slight angst?, mentions of bad past relationships and intimacy issues, praise, fingering, begging, cunnilingus, petnames?, sort of dirty talk?

Word count: 3.1k

Author's note: This is the product of burnout and loosely based on my own experiences, whoops. Also, my first time writing smut, in case you couldn't tell lol. I've read over it but honestly fuck it y'all will get the vibe regardless of typos. Feedback is welcome, hope you enjoy!

The harsh bathroom light hurts your eyes as you contemplate your next move. You and Lilia have been dating for a few months since you started tarot lessons with the witch. The two of you clicked and soon the friendship developed further into a relationship that feels so right. All was going well until tonights movie date.

Apart from the occasional make out, things hadn't progressed far on the intimacy side of your relationship. Due to bad experiences in the past, you're hesitant to get intimate with her in case it goes badly and scares her off. So when her hand began to creep up your leg during the movie, you panicked. And so, you've been sitting in the bathroom for the last 15 minutes thinking of what to do.

Knowing you can't hide forever, you head back to your living room towards the couch. Lilia smiles as you approach before looking back at the TV. You sit down next to her, trying to focus on the movie, but Lilia has other plans. Once again, her hand finds your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze as she moves higher. Of course, it feels nice, but you dont know what to do with the feelings, so you shift on the couch, moving to the far end of the couch. You feel Lilia's head turn, but you ignore it, hoping for the moment to pass. Lilia sits for a moment before reaching for the remote, turning off the film.

"(y/n) has something happened?" Lilia turns to face you, worry painted across her face as she prepares for the worst.

"No, I'm fine" You offer a weak smile hoping it is convincing but her face remains the same.

"No, you're not. Why are you pulling away from me? And I don't just mean tonight, this whole week you've been distant. If something's happened between us, I need to know."

Sometimes you forgot how observant Lilia is. You struggle to find the words to explain yourself, instead sitting in silence trying to string together a sentence. The silence is too much for Lilia to bare and so she stands up.

"I should go, I don't know what I've done but I'm sorry. Goodnight (y/n)" The older woman tries and fails to hide the wobble in her voice as she rushes to get her jacket. You rise to your feet to follow after her.

"No please don't go. You've done nothing wrong" You rush to stand between her and the door, reaching for her hand which she pulls away.

"Then why?" Lilia asks, looking at you for an explanation. Struggling to find the words, you grab her hand and pull her back into the living room to sit down on the couch, hoping the movement can give her time to think. The silence of the space mixed with Lilia's pleading eyes pulls the words out of your mouth before you can stop them. Closing your eyes, you explain your issues with intimacy from your last relationship, how you're terrified of going further with her in case you mess it up, but also at the same time how you yearn for her and didn't know how to communicate it without sounding crazy.

You open your eyes, bracing for her reaction, but instead she looks at you with nothing but understanding, "Thank you for telling me this. How are you feeling now?"

"Good, it's been hard keeping it to myself. It's so confusing, I want us to get closer, but it scares me" You fidget with your hands, moving slightly towards Lilia without realising, meanwhile she sits back on the couch.

"We can start small?" Lilia opens her arms to you, inviting you closer, and you accept. Lying in Lilia's arms feels like a reward for finally being open with her and yourself. You sink into her chest as her arms envelope you. Lilia hums as she feels you relax in her arms and starts rubbing your back absentmindedly, making you press into her more.

"We can go at whatever pace you need Dolcezza" Her hand continues on it's path drifitng up and down your spine, making you shudder with every movement, her other hand moves your hair out your face.

"We're in no rush, we can try things out together when you're ready" Lilia plants a gentle kiss on your temple, sighing. Something about how gentle she is being with you fills you with curiousity, urges you haven't allowed youself to dwell on resurfacing with every touch.

"What if I want to try things now" You blurt it out trying to hide you face from the woman.

"Oh? What kind of things?"

You shrug, making Lilia chuckle, "Well, we need some ideas first" 

The hand on your back drifts down towards your waist, making you shiver.

"Do you like being touched like this?" Lilia's voice sounds more suggestive, as if she is being affected just as much as you. You hum as she continues rubbing your back, every often moving back to your waist then hip, making you whimper slightly, but once again lilia notices.

"How did you ex touch you?"

"Not like this" 

"That's not what I asked baby, what did they do? What did you like or dislike? Its okay you can tell me" 

"They never did things like this, it was just sex"

"What do you mean just sex" 

"You know sex sex" 

"Honey do you mean no foreplay?" 

You look up confused, as if it's an alien concept.

"Oh my God that explains so much" 

"There's more to relationships than sex, sweetheart, of course that's nice, but being caressed, worshipped, loved, that's different"

You stare at her in shock, shock of how simple the issue had been. It wasn't the intimacy you had issues with, it was the lack of.

"Can you keep going please?"

Lilia smirks tucking your hair behind your ear.

"Of course love, like this?" Lilia continues to rub your back, going in long movements covering your shoulders, waist, hip bone, it makes you fall back into her arms, head in chest, hand gripping her upper arm as she runs her nails lightly down your spine.

"Is this okay?" She using her other hand to caress your face thumb rubbing your cheek. You nod before nuzzling into her neck again, shifting closer to her in the process.

"(Y/n), I need an answer" 

"Yes" 

"Do you want anything else?" You look away awkwardly, still unsure how to verbalise your thoughts, instead trying to avoid her eye. "Do you want me to stop?" 

"What? No dont" 

"Then what do you want? This is about you right now" Lilia pulls your head out her neck so her mouth is against your ear.

"I just want to make you feel good baby, what can I do?" 

Feeling her breath against your ear gives you new found confidence and without thinking you sit up and move to sit on her lap, straddling her thighs. Lilias eyes widen at the sudden action, keeping her hands at her side, not wanting to push you any further. You slump, fidgeting with your hands unsure what to do now the two of you are face to face. Lilia senses your nerves, moving to hold you hands, making you look up.

"What can I do?" She whispered. Trying to act on instinct, you move her hands to your hips, bottom lip between teeth.

"Show me what I've been missing" 

"Are you sure?" 

"Please, Lilia" 

"Come here then" She hums looking down at you lips. Slowly you lean forward and finally kiss Lilia. It's soft, gentle, quick like the ones you've shared before, but this time it isn't just a sign of affection. Lilia moves her hand to the back of your neck, pulling you in for another kiss. This one goes on for longer, and has more heat contained within. Lips moving against eachother, hands finding Lilia's shoulders and neck.

Lilia's hands are still glued to your body, squeezing your hipbone, advancing upwards but this time under the barrier of your shirt making you sigh into the kiss. Her hand goes further up then comes down quick, nails lightly scratching on the way done. The action makes you break the kiss, pulling back to gasp.

"You okay?" lilia says lips grazing your jaw.

"Yes.." 

"Yes? And?" 

"Yes and keep going please" You whimper gripping onto her shoulders as if it's the only thing stopping you from combusting

"How about we take this to the other room hm?" Lilia tilts her head to look up at you, hands running across your thighs. You nod eagerly, standing up, pulling her up with you. The two of you head for your bedroom, Lilia stops at the doorway, slipping off her shoes before entering after you.

It occurs to you suddenly that Lilias never been in your room before. You feel self-concious about the space, the cluttered bedside table, piles of clothes, and the work desk with your sketches and projects spread out across the surface. Lilia inquisitively looks around the room as she takes off her robe, folding it over your chair. Her eyes settle on the sketches looking at them with genuine interest.

"Are these the commissions you mentioned earlier?" Lilia glances at the open sketchbook infront of her, you come to stand beside her pointing out a seperate drawing.

"Those are just warm up doodles, this is the actual work, it's been a very interesting process actually," You go on to explain when you feel hands snake around your wasit, realising Lilia has moved to stand behind you, looking over your shoulder at the drawing.

"Continue please" she rests her chin on your shoulder listening to you try and continue with what you where saying. You do try to keep talking but Lilia starts kissing your shoulder, hands gliding across your stomach resting on your hips, pulling you in closer. Somehow, she manages to continue asking questions about your work, asking about the process, the inspiration, showing interest in your work aswell as your body.

You can only take so much. The questions, the attention, the compliments, it all makes you feel light headed and wound up. It makes you turn around and crash your lips against hers, starting to back her up towards the bed, pushing her down.

Lilia looks up with a smug smirk, perched up on her elbows watching you catch your breath, the eye contact makes you shiver and suddenly feel self-concious. She moves on the bed to create space for you to join her, which you do, lying down so you're both facing eachother.

"How are you feeling now?" Lilia whispers, hand reaching out to trace your arm and side. You reach out towards her pulling her up to lean on her elbow.

"Like I need you on top of me" You huff, trying to pull her, but she stays where she is, running a hand along your jaw.

"Are you sure (y/n)? I dont want to push you too much" Lilia pulls her hand away but you grab it before it goes too far.

"I know, but I want you to" You kiss her palm before taking one of her fingers into your mouth. As you slowly suck, you look up at her with pleading eyes. The actions make Lilia's jaw clench, eyes darkening. Realising it's working, you lie down on the pillows, laying your arms up, resting around it. Making Lilia chuckle, she sits up.

"This is quite the view" Lilia moves to sit infront of you, gently guiding your knees apart, shifting to hover above you. Having her this close in this position makes your breath hitch, bottom lip going between your teeth.

"Aw do I make your nervous baby?"

She kisses you, hips pressing down into yours, making you moan at the sensation. She continues kissing you, going to kiss your neck again. She moves the collar of your shirt to find new skin, making you start undoing the buttons of your shirt, she swats your hand away.

"That's my job, Dolcezza" She unbuttons your shirt before pushing it off your shoulders, runs hands up your side, stopping just under your bra, making your back arch.

"Absoluting stunning my love, may I?" Lilia hooks her finger under a bra strap, you node shifting to give her access to the clasp. Lilia takes it off tossing it across the room. Her lips meet yours again as she palms at your chest, making you whine into her mouth, legs tightening around her waist keeping her close.

You roll your hips, she sits back looking at the mess she's turned you into, topless, messy hair, love bites painted across your neck and chest, but what she loves the most is your expression, the heavy eyelids, gaze fulled with lust, pure relatation and arousal. This is exactly how she wanted you, sunken between pillows, relaxed, needy.

"You look so good like this," Lilia ghosts across your lips, pulling back when you lean in. She keeps you like this, right on the precipice of contact, she moves to drift along your neck, breath fanning over you as you shiver. She settles next to your ear as she whispers, "Do you like how I take care of you baby?"

You whine at the words, unable to speak. Lilia moves to face you again holding your chin so you can't look away.

"What else can I do " She cooes placing quick kisses on your lips, "Where do you want me?" You look down, gesturing to your core. Lilia follows your gaze but returns a faux puzzled face, "I don't know what you mean?"

"Yes you do Lilia!" You try to move her hand down but she pulls it away to graze your inner thigh, just off where you need her.

"I can't do anything until you tell me what to do, please baby I want to take care of you" The hand on your inner thigh tightens. Finally you snap out of frustration, hands covering your face as you give her what she wants.

"I need you to fuck me Lilia, please however you want" Your hands are pealed away from your face, Lilia's fingers lacing between yours. She takes in your dishevealed appearance, how you lean forward waiting for her next move.

"That's a good girl", you gasp at the petname and Lilia notices, leaning in to ghost over your lips, "Thats my good girl"

Her lips crash on yours with a new hunger behind them. Teeth clashing, tongues advancing into each other's mouths, making both of you moan at the new territory. Lilia's hand fidgets with the belt loops on your jeans, pulling you closer. Wanting to speed things along, you reach between your bodies, undoing the button and zipper. Before Lilia can fully pull away and make a quick remark, you pull her bottom lip between your teeth, making her shiver for the first time tonight.

She eagerly pulls your jeans and underwear off in one go, the cold air of the room finding your exposed skin, goosebumps covering in its wake. Lilia kisses you once more before moving down your body to rest between your legs. The vulnerability and anticipation battle within you, stuck between rolling your hips in her face and shutting your legs from her, which is met with hands gripping your inner thighs.

"None of that", Lilia looks up at you through heavy eyes as she starts kissing and sucking on the flesh adjacent to your core. Her hand rubs the other thigh, helping to soothe any anxieties you have as she continues her assault on your skin. You gasp when you feel her teeth sink in, imprinting a similar mark on your thigh to the ones decorating your neck and chest. The sting of the bite mixes with the heat in your core, making you feel dizzy, unable to imagine how it gets better than this.

That was when she ran her tongue up your folds. Slow and gentle at first as you adjusted to the feeling, applying more pressure with her tongue alternating between long strips and sucking on your clit, making you arch your back and grip the bedsheets benneth you. You feel yourself tense up, closing in around nothing, making you whine at the emptiness. You grab her shoulders, clawing her to come back up to you. Lilia looks at you with concern, which you quickly resolve with your next request.

"Your hand," you pant, guiding her hand down between you, "I need you inside me," you whisper against her smiling lips. She moves to hover above you again with her hand exploring your core. She keeps her eyes glued to you as she gathers wetness on her fingers, teasing your entrance with her middle fingertip.

"I don't think it's just my fingers you want" Lilia moves so her face is inches from you, filling your eyeline with nothing but her inquisitive face. "I think you just want all my attention. You want to be touched here," She punctuates the last word with two fingers slipping inside you, watching you moan, "but you want me up here too, kissing you, looking at you, talking to you. You're a bit greedy, aren't you?" She starts thrusting her fingers, rocking her hips into you as well. Your legs find her waist again, giving her a better angle to curl her fingers.

"I want to hear you say it baby, say you're greedy"

Your hands fly to her back, scratching into her shoulders, the knot in your stomach tightening as your knuckles turn white around her arms. "I'm greedy, oh god Lilia!" You nearly scream as she adds a third finger and increases the pace to a brutal speed.

"Good girl, you can come now go on baby" Her encouragements are all you need to go over the edge. The climax runs over you, clouding you mind, stilling your body as you gradually come back down to earth. When you open your eyes, Lilia is already heading for the bathroom where she washs her hands and gets a wash cloth. When she comes back, she cleans you up then pulls you back against her chest like how this started on the couch.

"You did so well Dolezza" Lilia runs her hands along your back, feeling you shift against her. You start moving your hand down her body towards her stomach. You go to touch her further but is stopped by her hand moving it back to rest on her chest.

"But I want to-" You start when Lilia kisses you tenderly. "I know you do, but this was about you. I got what I needed, now rest, please baby" She lays her head back against the headboard, smirking.

"And besides, we have plenty of time for that later"

[kyunghwannie]

Entangled In A Dance Of Love (Part: 4- The Finale) [+18]

TWICE's Minatozaki Sana x M!Reader ft. TWICE's Hirai Momo.

➤ Words: 12-14K. Lost count.

➤ Tags: Blowjob, Boobjob, Mirror sex, Prone bone, Rough Deep throat, Anal gape, Dual penetration, Pussy eating, Squirting, Cum drinking, Threesome, False cheating. ➤ Description: It seems Sana loves you too much to let go and has plans.. But what about Momo? Or..is there something else going between the two you don't know of..

You all may wonder why did the writing style changed a little mid-smut. Well, i learnt that it helps to save blocks in Tumblr if we write in paragraphs. Hehe. Oh, and Minors, please dont come here.

JYPE Headquarters – Practice Room (A Week Later)

The rhythmic sound of sneakers squeaking against the polished floor echoed through the practice room as you executed another perfect move. The music blared through the speakers, filling the space with an energy that fueled your every step. But even as your body moved with precision, your mind was elsewhere.

It had been a week since that night on the rooftop. A week since your mind had been tangled between the two women who had unknowingly become the most important people in your life. And in that week… something had changed. Sana wasn’t distant anymore. For the past month, she had kept her space, only giving you polite smiles, exchanging words only when necessary. You had noticed the restraint in her, the effort she put into maintaining that emotional barrier.

But now? Now she was there—constantly. She wasn’t just talking to you; she was clinging to you, laughing with you, finding reasons to be by your side. She would sit next to you during meetings, wrap her arms around you in casual hugs, bring you coffee even when you hadn’t asked for it. She was looking out for you, more than ever before.

And what was even stranger? Momo didn’t seem to care. At first, you thought she just didn’t notice. But no—she definitely saw it. She had to. There was no way she could ignore the way Sana leaned her head against your shoulder when you were exhausted, the way she grabbed your hand when she pulled you along to different places in the building, the way she stared at you with something unspoken in her eyes.

But Momo never said anything about it. Never questioned it. Never even batted an eye. And so, you let it happen. You let Sana stay close, let her touch linger, let her laughter fill the space between you. Because if this was her way of coping, if this was how she was healing, then who were you to push her away? As long as Momo wasn’t uncomfortable with it, as long as Sana could find her peace in being near you, then maybe… just maybe, this was okay. At least, that’s what you told yourself.

JYPE Cafeteria – Afternoon

You sat across from Sana, absentmindedly stirring your iced Americano as she scrolled through her phone. The cafeteria was buzzing with conversations from staff members, trainees, and artists taking a break from their rigorous schedules.

Sana had invited you for coffee, and you didn’t think twice before agreeing.

Sana: "You’ve been quiet today, Y/N."

You blinked, looking up from your cup. Her voice was soft, her gaze fixed on you with a knowing look.

Y/N: "Just tired."

She pouted, setting her phone down, having a nod that said "Lying? Why?"

Sana: "That’s what you always say."

You let out a small chuckle.

Y/N: "Well, it’s true."

She leaned in slightly, resting her chin on her palm as she studied you.

Sana: "Is it me?"

The question caught you off guard.

Y/N: "What?"

Sana: "Am I… making things harder for you?"

Your grip on your cup tightened for a moment before you exhaled, shaking your head.

Y/N: "No, Sana. Of course not."

She didn’t look convinced.

Sana: "You sure? Because I feel like I’m being selfish."

That made you pause.

Sana: "I know I said I wasn’t backing down, and maybe I’ve been acting a little too—"

Y/N: "Sana."

You reached out, placing your hand over hers. She stilled, her eyes widening slightly at the contact.

Y/N: "It’s okay. If being close helps you… then I’m okay with it."

Her fingers curled slightly under your palm, her expression unreadable.

Then, she smiled.

Sana: "You’re too nice, Y/N."

You smiled back, but deep down, there was a flicker of something you couldn’t quite place. Because maybe… just maybe… this wasn’t just about healing for her. Maybe it was something else entirely.

JYPE Dance Studio – Evening

The dim lighting of the studio cast long shadows across the walls as you wiped the sweat from your forehead, breathing heavily from another intense session. The music had long since stopped, and most of the staff had already left for the day. Except for you and Momo. She sat on the floor, stretching her legs while sipping from her water bottle. You glanced at her, your thoughts swirling as you debated whether or not to bring it up.

But before you could, she spoke first.

Momo: "You’re overthinking again."

You blinked, caught off guard by how easily she read you.

Y/N: "What?"

She smiled, tilting her head as she gazed at you.

Momo: "You get this look on your face when you’re stuck in your head. And you’ve had it all week."

You let out a small breath, running a hand through your hair.

Y/N: "It’s just… Sana."

Momo didn’t react the way you expected. She simply hummed, nodding slightly.

Momo: "Yeah. She’s been sticking to you like glue lately."

Your chest tightened.

Y/N: "And you don’t… mind?"

She looked at you for a moment before setting her water bottle down and standing up. She walked over to you, placing a hand on your cheek gently.

Momo: "Should I?"

Her eyes searched yours, and for the first time in days, you felt like you were the one being cornered.

Y/N: "I just thought—"

Momo: "That I’d be jealous?"

She chuckled softly, shaking her head.

Momo: "Y/N, I know how you feel about me. And I trust you."

Her words settled into you like an anchor, grounding you.

Momo: "Sana… she’s complicated. But I think you already know that."

You swallowed, nodding.

Momo: "She’s not just clinging to you because she’s hurting."

Your breath caught in your throat.

Momo: "She’s holding on because she still wants something more."

The realization hit you like a tidal wave. You had been so focused on making sure Sana was okay, so sure that this was just her way of coping, that you hadn’t stopped to consider the possibility that she wasn’t healing at all. She was waiting. Waiting for something to change. Waiting for you to change. And the worst part? You weren’t sure what to do about it.

JYPE Headquarters – Your Dorm (Late Night)

You sat at the edge of your bed, staring at your phone as Sana’s contact name flashed on the screen.

She had texted you. And you knew, without even opening it, that it would be another casual, warm message—another reminder that she was still there, still close, still waiting. Your heart felt heavy. Because suddenly, for the first time in a long time… You didn’t know if letting her stay by your side was really the right thing to do anymore.

Sana: Good night, Y/N. Rest well, okay?

You hovered over the keyboard, contemplating whether to reply. Eventually, you typed out a simple response.

Y/N: Good night, Sana.

You watched as the message sent, then locked your phone and set it down on your nightstand. But despite the exhaustion weighing on your body, your mind refused to quiet down.

Something felt… off. Sana had been closer than ever. That much was clear. But it wasn’t just that.

It was Momo.. Or rather, the lack of reaction from Momo. Or rather, the lack of reaction from Momo.

At first, she had always been the type to get jealous when Sana got too close to you. You still remembered the small moments—how she would frown, tug you away subtly, or even playfully call Sana out when she thought she was pushing boundaries. But now? Now, she didn't seem to care at all. Not when Sana leaned into you, Not when she held your hand casually. Not when she found excuses to be alone with you.

It was a drastic change—one that didn’t sit right with you. Your fingers tapped lightly against your chest as you stared at the ceiling. Something had changed after that night in the production room. The night Sana had said she wasn’t backing down.

Back then, you hadn’t thought much of it. You had assumed she meant she wasn’t going to let her emotions push her away from you. That she wanted to be close to you despite everything.

But now, looking back at it…Had Momo heard that conversation? Had they talked? Your jaw tightened at the possibility. Because if they had, then something was happening here—something you weren’t aware of.

And if that were the case...Then you weren’t just dealing with Sana’s feelings anymore.

JYPE Recording Studio – The Next Morning

The faint hum of a bassline vibrated through the speakers as you sat behind the mixing desk, absentmindedly scrolling through song arrangements. Your mind, however, was far from the music.

The sleepless night had left you in a daze, and despite the coffee in your hand, your thoughts remained tangled.

That was, until a familiar voice snapped you out of it.

Momo: "You look like you barely slept."

You turned your head to see Momo standing by the door, arms crossed, watching you.

Y/N: "Didn’t get much rest."

She walked in, closing the door behind her before moving to sit across from you.

Momo: "You thinking about Sana?"

Her directness made you pause.

Y/N: "Yeah."

She hummed, nodding as if she had expected that answer. There was a brief silence before you leaned forward, resting your elbows on the desk.

Y/N: "Momo… are you really okay with all of this?"

She tilted her head.

Momo: "With what?"

Y/N: "With Sana. With how close she’s been. With how she—"

Momo: "Clings to you like a lost puppy?"

You exhaled sharply.

Y/N: "Yeah. That."

She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she leaned back in her chair, her fingers tapping lightly against her knee. Then, she smiled.

Momo: "You’re overthinking again."

It was the same thing she had told you before. But this time, it didn’t feel like a dismissal. It felt like she knew something you didn't. Your gaze hardened slightly.

Y/N: "Momo."

She sighed, stretching her arms over her head before looking at you seriously.

Momo: "If it really bothered me, I would’ve said something, Y/N."

Your grip on the coffee cup tightened.

Y/N: "That’s what doesn’t make sense."

She raised an eyebrow.

Y/N: "Before, you used to get jealous. Even if it was small, I could tell. But now, you just let it happen."

You leaned in slightly.

Y/N: "So tell me, Momo. What changed?"

For a brief second, something flickered in her eyes. And that was all you needed to know. Something had changed.

Momo: "Y/N."

Her voice was softer now, careful.

Momo: "It’s not what you think."

Your stomach clenched at those words. Because if she had to say that, then it was exactly what you thought.

Y/N: "Did you talk to Sana?"

Her silence was your answer. You exhaled sharply, leaning back against your chair.

Y/N: "Momo…"

She bit her lip before looking down at her hands.

Momo: "It wasn’t like that."

Your eyes narrowed.

Y/N: "Then what was it like?"

She hesitated before meeting your gaze again.

Momo: "Sana… she’s hurting, Y/N. And I think she’s scared."

Your fingers twitched.

Y/N: "Scared of what?"

Momo: "Of losing you completely."

Your chest tightened.

Momo: "She’s holding on because she thinks it’s the only way to keep you in her life."

You swallowed hard, your mind racing. So, that was it. That's why Momo had stopped reacting— because she understood or know something you didn't. Because she had already accepted something you were only just realizing. That Sana's feeling weren’t just about healing. They were about not letting go. And suddenly... You weren’t sure if you could keep pretending you didn't see it anymore. Momo’s eyes locked onto yours, the air between you heavy with something unspoken. It wasn’t just tension—it was something deeper, something raw.

Then, without warning, she moved. You barely had time to react before her lips crashed Against yours. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle. It was hungry. Desperate. A forceful claim that sent shockwave throughout your body. Her fingers tangled into your hair, pulling you closer as if she needed you to feel every ounce of emotion surging through her. You could feel her breath against your skin, the way her body pressed into yours, her warmth burning into you.

And then—just as quickly as it started—it was over. She pulled away, her forehead resting against yours, both of you breathing heavily.

Her voice came out in a whisper, but it was laced with something dangerous.

Momo: “Something’s up, Y/N.”

You swallowed hard, your heart still racing.

Y/N: “Momo—”

Momo: “It’s your job to figure it out.”

Her fingers slid down to your jaw, tilting your face slightly.

Momo: “But know this—”

Her lips brushed against your cheek, lingering there for just a second before she whispered the words that made your stomach drop.

Momo: “You’re mine.”

A chill ran down your spine. She pulled back fully, her eyes searching yours for a reaction. There was no hesitation in her expression, no doubt. Just a quiet, unshakable certainty. You knew Momo wasn’t the type to say something like that lightly. And yet, there it was. The declaration. It left you breathless. Because for the first time since Sana had started clinging to you…Momo was staking her claim. And that meant something. Something big.

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You sat in the dimly lit studio, still trying to process everything that had just happened. Momo had kissed you before—countless times. But this… this had been different. It wasn’t just a kiss. It was a statement. A reminder. A warning

And the fact that she had delivered it after you had confronted her about Sana? That was the part that rattled you. She knew something. Something you didn't. And she wasn’t going to tell you outright. She wanted you to figure it out.

Your jaw clenched as you leaned back in your chair, staring up at the ceiling. This wasn’t just about Sana being clingy. It wasn’t even about Momo's sudden ease with it. It was about whatever had happened between them when you weren’t looking. Something had changed and you were determined to find it out.

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The ceiling above you felt farther away than it should have. Your room was dark except for the faint glow of your phone screen resting beside you on the bed. The air was still, but inside your mind—chaos. You shifted slightly, letting out a slow breath as your thoughts refused to settle. Sana. Momo. The strange shift in their behaviors.

You should’ve been exhausted after today—after the long hours at the company, after the conversation with JYP and the executives, after Momo’s sudden reclaim over you. But sleep wouldn’t come. Not when your mind was racing with questions.

You reached for your phone on instinct, the soft blue light illuminating your fingers as you unlocked it. Your contacts list stared back at you, names you had seen a hundred times.

And yet, your thumb hovered over only one.

Sana noona.

You bit the inside of your cheek, debating for a moment. Would this be a mistake? Would this only complicate things further? But the moment your thumb hesitated, your mind flashed back to the way Sana had looked at you the last time she cried in that production room. The way she wasn’t backing down. Your chest felt tight as you exhaled sharply, shaking your head before typing.

Y/N: "Noona, you still awake?"

You hit send, watching the message deliver. One second. Two seconds. Three sec—

Typing…

Your fingers tightened around your phone. And then—

Sana: "Oh? My baby is texting me first today? ㅎㅎㅎ What’s up? Can’t sleep?"

You swallowed, hesitating before replying.

Y/N: "Yeah, something like that. Just wanted to ask how your day went."

Sana: "Aww, you care about me? That’s so cute, Y/N~"

Y/N: "Noona, I asked a normal question—"

Sana: "Shh, let me enjoy this. You’re usually so serious these days. It’s nice to see you thinking about me."

You sighed, shaking your head slightly before typing again.

Y/N: "You make it sound like I never think about you."

Sana: "You’re right. You do think about me a lot, huh? ㅋㅋㅋ Should I be flattered?"

You groaned internally, knowing exactly where this was going.

Y/N: "Noona, that’s not what I meant—"

Sana: "Ah, so you’re denying it? Tsk tsk, Y/N, you need to learn how to be honest with your feelings~"

Your lips twitched slightly. This woman. No matter the situation, no matter the tension surrounding everything, Sana was still Sana. A playful tease, a flirt at heart—always charming, always disarming.

Y/N: "You’re impossible."

Sana: "And yet you’re still talking to me instead of sleeping. Interesting~"

You sighed, rolling onto your side as you stared at your phone. Something about this conversation felt normal. Despite the swirling doubts in your mind, despite the uneasy feeling lingering in your chest—this moment felt familiar. A brief escape from the uncertainty. But then—

Sana: "Give me a day."

Your brows furrowed slightly.

Y/N: "Huh?"

Sana: "Three days from now. My schedule is free then. Just… wait until then, okay?"

A pause. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard, confusion settling in. Wait for what? What was she planning? You didn’t know. But something in her words—something in the way she phrased it—made you agree without question.

Y/N: "Alright. Three days, then."

And just like that, the tone of the conversation shifted back instantly.

Sana: "Good! Now, back to our main topic—"

Y/N: "What topic?"

Sana: "Why are you so cute when you’re sleepy?"

You closed your eyes briefly.

Y/N: "Noona, stop coddling me."

Sana: "No? Why would I? You’re adorable, Y/N~"

You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose.

Y/N: "I’m not a child, Sana."

Sana: "Says the one who’s 8 months younger than me~"

You stared at the message. Laughed once under your breath. And then—

Y/N: "You’re never letting that go, are you?"

Sana: "Nope! Never~ ㅎㅎㅎ"

You shook your head, exhaling as your grip on your phone loosened slightly. Despite everything, despite all the questions you still had—you found yourself smiling. You stared at your phone, your thumb hovering over the screen as you read Sana's last message. Before you could even respond, a new notification popped up. You blinked, and there it was—Sana’s selfie.

She was lying on her bed, her hair tousled and eyes half-lidded, as if she just woke up from a nap. The dim light hit her face just right, casting a soft glow around her, and she had a faint upturn of her lips.

Sana: "Here’s a picture for you~ ㅎㅎ Just wanted to make sure you remember my face. Be free 3 days later, okay? I’ll need your attention, Y/N."

You stared at the selfie for a moment, her teasing tone making your chest tighten in that familiar way. It was almost too much—she knew how to pull you in. You sighed, shaking your head, but couldn’t help but smile.

Y/N: "You’re impossible, Sana."

Seconds later, the screen showed “Sana is offline.”. You dropped your head back onto your pillow, the smile lingering on your face. Something was definitely going on with her, and as much as you tried to convince yourself otherwise, you couldn’t ignore the feeling that she wasn’t just teasing you. Lying back on your bed, the weight of Sana’s playful selfie still lingered on your mind. You couldn’t help but admit it—it made your heart race. She had that effect on you, always had. But this wasn’t just about her teasing smile or the flirtatious way she spoke to you.

No, this was about something deeper. Something that you had already made a decision about. You clenched your fist around your phone, shutting your eyes as you tried to push the thoughts aside. Momo.

Momo, who had become not just your mentor but your girlfriend. Momo, who trusted you and who had stood by you despite everything. How could you betray that trust? How could you entertain anything with Sana when you had already made a promise to Momo?

You exhaled deeply, forcing yourself to sit up.

Don’t be stupid.

You had to remind yourself. You couldn’t let yourself be swayed by Sana’s charm or her endless attention. No matter how much she flirted, no matter how hard she tried to pull you back in—you were committed to Momo. It wasn’t about being fair to Sana or playing some game. It was about respect—respect for the relationship you had built with Momo, the relationship that was real, not a temporary distraction. Sana wasn’t the one you wanted, not like Momo was.

So you stood up, shaking your head and telling yourself, Focus. Stay loyal. Don’t let her get to you. With a final, determined breath, you set your phone down and forced your mind to focus on the things that mattered. The lines were drawn. And you wouldn’t cross them.

Three Days Later

Your phone buzzed just as you were finishing up at the studio.

Sana: "Where are you, Y/N?"

You blinked at the message, surprised by the sudden text. You had been expecting her to reach out today, but the straightforwardness of her message made you pause. Something about it felt… different.

Y/N: "Just finished at the studio. Why?"

Her reply came almost instantly.

Sana: "Follow Minji unnie. She’ll take you where you need to be."

Your brows furrowed.

Y/N: "Where am I going exactly?"

Sana: "Just trust me. Come quickly."

A sigh escaped your lips. You weren’t sure what she was planning, but you had agreed to meet her today. Whatever she had in mind, you’d face it head-on. Minji noona was already waiting outside the building when you stepped out. She gave you a small smile, nodding toward the company van.

Minji: "You look like you have questions."

You opened the door and slid in beside her.

Y/N: "I do. But something tells me you won’t answer them."

Minji chuckled as she pulled the van into the street.

Minji: "Smart boy. Just sit tight."

You stared out the window as she drove, the familiar roads passing by in a blur. The silence between you was comfortable, but your mind was racing. Why did Sana send Minji to pick you up? Why the secrecy? And more importantly—why did it feel like this was something more than just a casual meeting? By the time the van pulled up to TWICE’s dorm, you had far more questions than answers. You stepped out, adjusting your jacket as Minji rolled down the window.

Minji: "Head inside. She’s waiting."

You turned to her with narrowed eyes.

Y/N: "Where are the others?"

Minji’s lips curled into a small smirk.

Minji: "Schedules. It’s just you and her today."

Your heart skipped a beat. You didn’t know why, but something about that made you feel… uneasy. With a small nod, you made your way inside. The dorm was quiet—eerily so. You had been here before, but never like this. It felt empty, hollow, as if the usual energy that filled the space was missing. And then you heard her voice.

Sana: "Y/N, deeper in here."

Your body tensed at the sound. There was something about the way she called for you that sent a shiver down your spine. You took a deep breath, following the voice toward her room.

When you stepped inside, you froze. The room was cozy and warm, just like her. Dimly lit, with soft decorations that made it feel lived-in and personal. The faint scent of perfume lingered in the air—her scent. And there she was, sitting on the edge of her bed with a lovely widening grin. But that wasn’t what caught your attention the most. It was the small setup on the table. Plates of food, carefully arranged. A bottle of soju, two glasses beside it. She had prepared everything. For just the two of you.

Your throat went dry.

Y/N: "Sana… what’s all this?"

She tilted her head, her smile never wavering.

Sana: "A meal. A drink. A quiet night for just us."

Her gaze met yours, playful yet unreadable.

Sana: "Why? Is that a problem?"

You let out a small breath as you took in the scene before you. The warm glow of the lamp beside her bed cast soft shadows over the cozy space, highlighting the careful preparation Sana had put into this night. The plates of food, the chilled bottle of soju, the way she looked at you—everything felt intentional. And that made you nervous.

Y/N: "Sana… I’m a light drinker. I don’t really drink that much."

Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she reached for the bottle.

Sana: "That’s fine."

She poured the clear liquid into a small glass, the sound crisp against the silence of the room. Then, she set it down in front of you before pouring one for herself.

Sana: "Tonight’s an exception, don’t you think?"

You hesitated, eyeing the glass warily.

Y/N: "I mean, I guess… but still."

She leaned closer, resting her chin on her palm, her fingers drumming lightly against the table.

Sana: "Y/N, one or two drinks won’t hurt. Besides—"

She grabbed a piece of food with her chopsticks and held it up to your lips.

Sana: "I made all this. You’re not going to reject me, are you?"

Her playful pout made your stomach twist. You sighed, shaking your head.

Y/N: "You really know how to corner someone, huh?"

She grinned.

Sana: "Of course. Now, open up."

With slight hesitation, you took the bite. The taste was rich and flavorful, and you had to admit—it was good. You chewed slowly, watching as she lifted her own chopsticks and took a bite as well.

Sana: "See? Not bad, right?"

You nodded, swallowing.

Y/N: "Yeah, it’s really good. Did you make this all yourself?"

She waved a hand, looking smug.

Sana: "Maybe~ Maybe not~"

She laughed at your raised eyebrow, then nudged the soju glass closer to you.

Sana: "Now drink."

You sighed, picking up the glass.

Y/N: "Just one."

She gave you an innocent smile.

Sana: "Of course. Just one."

You didn’t trust that smile. Still, you lifted the glass to your lips, letting the bitter liquid burn its way down your throat. It wasn’t too strong, but it left a warmth in your chest. Sana clapped her hands together.

Sana: "There you go! That wasn’t so bad, right?"

You placed the glass down, exhaling through your nose.

Y/N: "It’s not about whether it’s bad or not. I just don’t drink often."

She hummed, pouring another glass for herself.

Sana: "Then consider tonight a rare occasion. Special, even."

Her voice dipped slightly at the last word, making you glance at her. There was something in her tone—something teasing yet unreadable.

The conversation flowed effortlessly, like it always did with Sana. Between bites of food and occasional sips of soju, the two of you shared stories about work, schedules, and the usual chaos that came with TWICE’s life.

Sana: "You should've seen Nayeon unnie earlier. She was running around, yelling at Jeongyeon for hiding her makeup bag again. It was like watching a sitcom unfold in real life."

You chuckled, shaking your head.

Y/N: "That sounds like them. I don’t get how Nayeon noona keeps losing things when she knows Jeongyeon will just take them."

Sana laughed, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

Sana: "It’s a never-ending cycle. At this point, I think she enjoys the drama."

You smirked.

Y/N: "Probably."

The warmth in the room was comforting. The soft glow of the lamp, the occasional clink of glasses, the playful teasing—it was a moment of peace. But then, the topic took an unexpected turn.

Sana: "Speaking of drama… How’s Momo?"

Your expression softened at the mention of your girlfriend.

Y/N: "She’s good. A bit busy with her dance practices, but that’s Momo for you. She never slows down."

You expected Sana to react with her usual teasing grin, maybe even poke fun at how Momo was a perfectionist when it came to dancing. But instead, her smile faltered. The change was subtle—just a flicker of something in her eyes before she looked down at her glass. That was a signal. You noticed it immediately. Your fingers tightened slightly around your chopsticks as you observed her carefully.

Y/N: "Sana noona?"

She hummed, swirling the liquid in her glass before taking a slow sip.

Sana: "You sound really in love with her."

You blinked at her choice of words.

Y/N: "Of course, I am."

She let out a soft chuckle, though there was something hollow about it.

Sana: "Right. Of course, you are."

You felt an odd weight in the air. Something unspoken. Something lingering between the lines of what she said and what she actually meant. For a brief second, you thought back to the past few weeks. How Sana had been getting closer to you again. How she had been constantly by your side, caring for you, looking out for you—how she had never backed down. And now, as she sat there, her fingers loosely holding the rim of her glass, you started to wonder if this moment… was her way of testing the waters. If she was waiting for you to say something. If she was hoping for something else. But you didn’t know what.

The faint clink of glass echoed in the cozy room as Sana poured another drink for you, her movements slow and deliberate. The soft glow of the lamp illuminated her delicate features, casting a warm golden hue over her skin. She looked at ease, as if she had all the time in the world.

You, on the other hand, hesitated for a fraction of a second before picking up your glass again. You weren’t much of a drinker. You had said that earlier. And yet, here you were, already a few drinks in, feeling the warmth creeping into your veins...Sana, however, seemed unfazed. She rested her chin on one hand, swirling the soju in her glass lazily as she watched you with an expression that was both amused and… curious.

Sana: "You’re not usually this easy to convince, Y/N."

You let out a quiet chuckle, rubbing the back of your neck.

Y/N: "I guess you caught me at the right time."

She smirked.

Sana: "Or maybe I just know how to handle you."

You shook your head at her playful tone but didn’t refute it. Then, she leaned in slightly, resting an elbow on the table. Her gaze flickered to your half-empty glass before moving back to your face.

Sana: "So…"

Her voice was softer now. More intentional.

Sana: "What do you love most about Momo?"

The question caught you off guard. You blinked, feeling the slight fuzziness in your head from the alcohol as you tried to focus on her words.

Y/N: "What kind of question is that?"

She tilted her head.

Sana: "A normal one. I’m just curious."

She poured you another drink before you could respond, her fingers brushing against yours briefly as she slid the glass toward you. You sighed but took it anyway, feeling your reluctance fade with every passing minute. The alcohol was definitely loosening your tongue, but it also made you lower your guard.

Y/N: "Momo… she’s everything."

Your voice was softer than you intended.

Y/N: "She’s strong, kind, passionate. She never stops giving her best in everything she does. And even when she’s tired, she still puts others before herself."

A faint smile tugged at your lips.

Y/N: "I admire her so much. And I love her."

Sana remained quiet, her fingers lightly tracing the rim of her glass. You didn’t notice how her grip tightened slightly. Then, she let out a small chuckle, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Sana: "That’s… really sweet."

Her voice was unreadable. She lifted her glass and took another sip before setting it down with a quiet thud. Then, she met your gaze again.

Sana: "And do you ever wonder if she truly understands how much you love her?"

That question… it made something in your mind stir. Your brows furrowed slightly as you looked at Sana, trying to gauge where this was coming from.

Y/N: "What do you mean?"

Sana smiled, but it wasn’t her usual playful one. It was softer. Almost melancholic.

Sana: "I mean… Sometimes, people love so deeply that they forget to ask if the other person sees it the same way."

She poured another drink—for both of you this time.

Sana: "Have you ever wondered if Momo truly understands the depth of your love?"

You frowned slightly, the alcohol making it harder to think as clearly as you normally would.

Y/N: "I… I think she does. I mean, I try to show her every day."

Sana hummed, taking another sip before responding.

Sana: "But sometimes, love isn't just about how much you give. It’s about how much the other person chooses to receive."

Her words lingered in the air, heavier than before. And for some reason, despite the haze of the alcohol, they made something stir in the back of your mind. The warmth of the alcohol wrapped around you like a thick fog, dulling your usual sharpness. You didn’t realize how much you had been drinking until the room felt just a little too cozy, the edges of your vision slightly softer, your thoughts flowing easier than before...And Sana… she was watching you. Her eyes gleamed in the dim light, the flickering candle on her desk casting a soft glow on her face. She had that unreadable expression again, one that made it hard to tell what she was truly thinking. You swirled the liquid in your glass absentmindedly before glancing up at her.

Y/N: "Sana noona…"

Your voice was steadier than expected, but the alcohol made you feel bolder, more willing to speak your mind.

Y/N: "That day in the production room… you said you weren’t going to give up on me."

Sana stilled, her fingers pausing mid-motion against the table.

Y/N: "What… exactly did you mean by that?"

For a moment, she just looked at you. And then, she let out a soft, almost amused sigh as she leaned back against her chair, her head tilting slightly.

Sana: "I was wondering when you’d finally ask."

Her lips curved into a small, knowing smile.

Sana: "I meant exactly what I said, Y/N."

Your heartbeat slowed for a fraction of a second.

Y/N: "Sana—"

Sana: "I love you."

The words came out so easily, so confidently, that for a moment, your brain didn’t even register them. Your grip on the glass tightened slightly.

Y/N: "Noona, you’re drunk—"

Sana: "I’m not."

She leaned forward now, her gaze steady, unwavering.

Sana: "I’ve loved you for a long time, Y/N."

You swallowed. Hard. Your mind raced, trying to piece together what this meant—what this changed.

Y/N: "But… I’m with Momo."

Sana’s smile faltered for a brief moment, but then she chuckled softly, shaking her head.

Sana: "I know."

She poured another drink for herself but didn’t drink it immediately. Instead, she studied you carefully.

Sana: "Do you think that changes how I feel?"

Your chest felt tighter. You didn’t know What to say.

Sana: "I’ve known Momo since I was a teenager, Y/N. She’s my best friend, my sister in everything but blood."

Her voice softened.

Sana: "And that’s why this is so complicated."

You exhaled slowly, running a hand through your hair.

Y/N: "Noona… I can’t go behind Momo’s back."

Your voice was firm, but the alcohol had made your thoughts sluggish, made your emotions more raw. Sana smiled at that, but there was something strange in her expression. A flicker of… amusement?

Sana: "I know."

She took a slow sip of her drink before setting the glass down with a quiet clink.

Sana: "And that’s why I trust you."

Your brows furrowed slightly.

Y/N: "What do you mean?"

Sana didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she reached across the table and took your hand, her fingers lightly brushing over yours. Her touch was warm, grounding, despite the dizziness in your mind.

Sana: "You’re trying so hard to do the right thing."

She squeezed your hand gently.

Sana: "That’s why Momo loves you."

The mention of her name made something in your chest tighten. Sana’s eyes studied you carefully, as if she was waiting for something. And then, in a moment of hazy clarity, something clicked in your mind. The flicker of amusement in her eyes. The way she didn’t seem… surprised by your response. It was almost as if… She and Momo had already talked about this. Your breath caught. But before you could fully process the thought, Sana gave your hand one final squeeze before letting go.

Sana: "You’ll figure it out, Y/N."

She leaned back, picking up her drink once more, her smile returning—soft, knowing, patient.

The weight of Sana’s words still lingered in the air, thick and impossible to ignore. But before you could even attempt to unpack the meaning behind her knowing smile, her fingers—soft and featherlight—traced down your thigh. The touch wasn’t casual. It wasn’t friendly. It was deliberate. Your muscles tensed slightly under her fingertips, your mind screaming at you to move, to say something, to create space. But the alcohol had settled deep in your veins, making it difficult to think clearly. Sana, on the other hand, looked completely at ease. Her eyes flickered with something unreadable as she leaned in just slightly, her scent—a mix of floral and something uniquely hers—flooding your senses.

Y/N: "Noona…"

Your voice was low, hesitant. A warning. She didn’t pull away. Instead, she traced slow circles against the fabric of your pants, her touch light but undeniably suggestive.

Sana: "You’re so tense, Y/N."

Her voice was smooth, laced with something playful yet dangerous.

Y/N: "You’re not even trying to care about boundaries, are you?"

She tilted her head slightly, her smile widening.

Sana: "Boundaries?"

Her fingers brushed up, higher this time. You let out a slow breath, your grip tightening on the drink in your hand, your knuckles turning white.

Sana: "Do you really want me to stop?"

Her voice was barely above a whisper now, her eyes locked onto yours. A war waged inside of you. Half of you knew this was wrong—so incredibly wrong. You were with Momo. You were committed to Momo. She trusted you. She loved you. But the other half… The one that was affected by the alcohol. The one that couldn’t ignore the way Sana looked at you. The one that noticed just how undeniably beautiful she was, how close she was, how dangerous this moment was becoming. You swallowed, trying to clear the haze in your mind.

Y/N: "Sana, I…"

Her fingers stopped. For a moment, she just looked at you, her expression softening.

Sana: "I’m not trying to force you into anything, Y/N. But you need to start being honest with yourself."

Your jaw tightened.

Y/N: "I am being honest."

She gave a small, knowing chuckle.

Sana: "Are you?"

The words cut deeper than they should have. You wanted to argue. To tell her that you knew exactly what you wanted. That your heart belonged to Momo and no one else. But something about the way Sana was looking at you—like she could see straight through your carefully crafted walls—made it hard to say the words out loud.

Sana: "You’re not even questioning why Momo hasn’t said anything, are you?"

That made you pause.

Y/N: "What do you mean?"

Sana leaned back, picking up her own drink, her expression unreadable.

Sana: "Nothing, Y/N. Nothing at all."

The way she said it made it everything but nothing. You exhaled sharply and downed another glass, the liquid burning your throat before settling into warmth in your stomach. You weren’t usually a heavy drinker, but right now, the confusion swirling in your head demanded some sort of relief. If only for a moment. Sana watched you, amusement dancing in her eyes.

Sana: “You sure you can handle another one, Y/N?”

Her voice was teasing, but there was something else beneath it—something knowing.

Y/N: “I just…” You ran a hand through your hair. “I just need to stop thinking for a bit.”

That was the truth. Momo. Sana. Their words. Their actions. The cryptic things Sana kept saying, the feeling that you were missing something crucial—it was all too much. Sana hummed softly, setting her drink aside.

Sana: “Then don’t think.”

Her fingers were back, tracing lazy patterns along your forearm before moving up to your shoulder. You stiffened slightly but didn’t move away. The alcohol was doing its job, making your body slow to react, your mind hazy. She shifted closer. The warmth of her body was noticeable now, her scent filling the small space between you. You swallowed hard.

Y/N: “Noona.…”

She tilted her head, feigning innocence.

Sana: “Hmm?”

Her fingers slid down your arm, brushing against your thigh again. This time, it wasn’t fleeting—it lingered, warm and deliberate. Your muscles tensed, but the alcohol dulled your usual self-control.

Y/N: “You… You shouldn’t be doing this.”

She leaned in slightly, her lips mere inches from your ear.

Sana: “And yet, you’re not stopping me.”

Your breath hitched. She was right. You hadn’t moved away. Hadn’t shoved her hand off. Hadn’t stood up and walked out of her room like you should have. Instead, you sat there, letting her touch linger, letting the lines between right and wrong blur in the fog of alcohol and confusion.

Y/N: “Sana…” You forced your voice to be firmer this time. “I’m with Momo.”

Her fingers finally stopped their slow, teasing movements. But she didn’t pull away. Instead, she studied you, her dark eyes searching yours. Then, to your surprise, she smiled. Not a smile of disappointment or frustration. But something softer. Something almost… victorious.

Sana: “I know.”

Her words sent a chill down your spine. There was something about the way she said it—like she knew something you didn’t. Like she had already accounted for this outcome long before the night even started. She reached for her own drink and took a slow sip, watching you over the rim of her glass.

Sana: “But tell me something, Y/N.”

She set her drink down, leaning forward, her face inches from yours.

Sana: “If you’re so sure of where your heart lies…”

Her fingers traced your jaw, tilting your face toward her.

Sana: “…then why do you look so lost?”

You had no answer. Because for the first time in a long time…You weren’t sure if you knew the truth anymore. You weren’t sure when the room had started spinning. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the way Sana looked at you—like she already knew what would happen, like she had orchestrated this moment from the start. Or maybe it was the way her fingers caressed your jaw, her thumb grazing your lips as if testing your resolve. A resolve that felt thinner with every breath. You wanted to say something. To remind her—remind yourself—that this was wrong. That you were Momo’s. That this should not be happening. But then she moved to kiss you on the lips. Soft. Warm. And utterly intentional. Your body tensed immediately. The alcohol in your system dulled your usual sharpness, but not enough to erase the alarm bells ringing in your mind. This was Sana. Your girlfriend’s best friend. One of the people you trusted most. And yet, her lips moved against yours with a slow, deliberate rhythm, coaxing, enticing—dangerous.

You barely managed a feeble protest, your hands gripping the fabric of your pants as if anchoring yourself.

Y/N: "Sana—"

She pulled back only a fraction, her breath mingling with yours, her dark eyes locked onto you with a confidence that left you reeling.

Sana: "Shh, Y/N."

Her thumb traced your lower lip.

Sana: "Momo won’t be mad. Trust me."

Your heart lurched. What? Your dazed mind struggled to process her words. That didn’t make sense. How could she say that with such certainty? She had never lied to you before. But this… this felt impossible.

Y/N: "Sana, what are you talking about? I—"

Her lips brushed yours again, cutting off your words, her touch firmer this time. More insistent. Your grip on control was slipping. The alcohol, her presence, her warmth—it was all muddling the lines you had sworn not to cross. Her hands wandered—fingertips tracing your shoulders, down your arms, sliding dangerously close to your waist. And yet, her expression wasn’t just one of seduction. There was certainty in her eyes. Like she knew exactly how this would play out. Like she wasn’t worried. Like she wasn’t doing anything wrong. And that was what left you torn.

Y/N: "How can you say that?" you muttered, voice uneven.

Sana smiled softly. She leaned closer, her lips brushing your ear.

Sana: "Because I know, Y/N. I know more than you think."

Her breath was warm against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. Your hands clenched into fists, fighting the way your body reacted to her. This was Sana. This was wrong. And yet… Her lips were back on yours, pressing deeper this time, coaxing something out of you that you weren’t sure you could resist anymore. And worst of all? Somewhere in the haze of alcohol and confusion… You wanted her to keep going.

The moment Sana’s lips left yours, she didn’t pull away—she sank lower. Her fingers curled into the waistband of your pants, tugging just enough to make your breath hitch. Her dark eyes flicked up to yours, mischief and something darker swimming in them as she pressed a teasing kiss to the skin just above the fabric.

Sana: "Mm… you’re already so hard for me."

Her voice was honey-thick, dripping with satisfaction as she nuzzled the growing bulge in your pants. You swallowed hard, your fingers twitching at your sides, torn between pushing her away and fisting her hair.

Y/N: "S-Sana—"

She ignored you, her nails dragging teasingly along the outline of your cock through the fabric before she finally, finally, undid the button and zipper.

Sana: "Momo was right… you do have a pretty dick..."

She laughed softly, breath warm against your skin as she tugged your pants down just enough to free your erection. Your cock sprang free, already flushed and leaking at the tip. Sana didn’t hesitate. Her tongue flicked out, kittenish and teasing, lapping up the bead of pre-cum before wrapping her lips around the swollen head.

Y/N: "Agh—fuck!"

Your hips jerked instinctively, and Sana’s fingers dug into your thighs, nails biting just slightly as she pushed you back into the chair.

Sana: "Ah-ah… be good."

She smirked up at you before taking you deeper, her lips stretching obscenely as she took more of you inch by inch. Her tongue swirled along the underside, tracing the thick vein there before hollowing her cheeks and sucking—

Y/N: "Noona—shit—!"

Her lips were sin itself—warm, wet, relentless. Every slide of her mouth sent fire licking up your spine, every flick of her tongue against the sensitive spot under your cockhead had your thighs twitching beneath her grip. She pulled off with a lewd pop, saliva glistening on her swollen lips, before immediately dragging the flat of her tongue up your leaking shaft.

Sana: "Mmm… you taste so good."

Then she swallowed you whole. No teasing, no slow build—just her throat opening up around you with practiced ease, her nose pressing into your pelvis as she took you to the hilt.

Y/N: "H-holy shit—!"

Her eyes watered prettily as she gagged slightly, but she didn’t pull back. Instead, her fingers tangled in your hair, holding you down as she fucked her own throat on your cock, bobbing at a brutal pace. Drool spilled past her lips, dripping messily down your balls as she took you impossibly deeper with every thrust.

Sana: "Nggh—ahh~"

The lewd slurps and choked moans vibrated around your cock, the obscene sounds filling the room as her free hand wandered between her own thighs, rubbing slow circles against her clit through her soaked panties.

Y/N: "Fuck—I’m not gonna—"

She pulled off with a gasp, lips swollen and spit-slick as she stroked you roughly with her hand.

Sana: "You will cum in my mouth, Y/N."

Her grip tightened, her thumb swiping over the leaking tip before she dove back down, swallowing half your length in one go. You couldn’t hold back.

Y/N: "Sana—fuck—I’m cumming—"

She moaned around you, the vibration sending you over the edge as hot ropes of cum shot down her throat. She swallowed every drop, milking you with tight sucks until you were twitching and oversensitive beneath her. Only then did she pull away—slowly, deliberately—licking her lips with a satisfied smirk.

Sana: "Mmhn~... still not enough, huh?"

Her fingers trailed up your spent cock, teasing another weak twitch from you before she leaned in, pressing her lips to yours—letting you taste yourself.

Sana: "'Cause I'm far from done with you."

Sana’s lips were still tingling from the taste of you when she pulled back, her fingers already working the straps of her dress loose. The fabric slid down her shoulders, pooling at her waist, and suddenly—fuck—her tits were right there. Perky. Plush. Perfect. Her nipples were already stiff, pebbled under your gaze, and she arched her back just slightly, letting them bounce as she smirked at your slack-jawed expression.

Sana: "Like what you see?"

Her voice was a purr, fingers teasing along the swell of her breasts, thumb brushing over a nipple just to watch your cock twitch against your stomach.

Y/N: "Sana-noona… we shouldn’t—"

She cut you off with a roll of her hips, grinding her soaked panties against your thigh as she leaned forward, pressing those perfect tits against your chest.

Sana: "You keep saying that…"

Her breath was hot against your ear, teeth grazing your lobe before she whispered—

Sana: "But your cock keeps saying yes."

Then she pushed you back into the soft chaie, straddling your lap, her tits right there, inches from your mouth. Sana didn’t wait for you to cave. She grabbed your wrists, guiding your hands to her waist before pressing them upward, forcing your palms to cup the soft weight of her tits.

Sana: "Squeeze."

You did. Fuck. Her skin was so soft, so warm, her nipples stiff against your palms as you kneaded gently. Sana moaned, head tipping back as she rocked against you, her wetness seeping through her panties and onto your thighs.

Sana: "Harder…"

Your grip tightened, fingers sinking into her plush flesh, and she whimpered, back arching as she pressed herself harder into your hands.

Sana: "Yesss… just like that~"

Then she dropped down on the floor, leaned forward, her tits pressing together as she trapped your cock between them, her cleavage swallowing you whole.

Y/N: "F-fuck—!"

Her skin was so warm, so smooth, her tits molding around your shaft as she started moving, rolling her hips in slow, sinuous circles.

Sana: "Mmm… you fit so well…"

Her voice was breathy, her lips parted as she watched her tits glide along your length, her nipples brushing against your cock with every stroke. Pre-cum smeared between them, making every slide slicker, hotter, and Sana’s breath hitched as she squeezed tighter, her tits swallowing you to the base.

Sana: "Nggh—you’re so thick…"

Her nails dug into your shoulders as she fucked her tits faster, her breath coming in short, needy gasps.

Y/N: "Sana—I can’t—"

She cut you off with a sharp roll of her hips, her tits tightening around you as she moaned—

Sana: "You can. And you will."

Before you could protest, Sana was up at her feets already on your thighs as she grabbed the back of your head and yanked you forward, your mouth crashing against her left nipple.

Y/N: "Mmph—!"

She tasted like salt and sweetness, her skin warm against your tongue as you instinctively laved at the stiff peak.

Sana: "Ahh~! Yes… suck them…"

Her fingers tangled in your hair, holding you in place as you swirled your tongue around her nipple, sucking gently before grazing it with your teeth.

Sana: "F-fuck! Harder!"

You obeyed, sucking hard, your tongue flicking rapidly as her back arched, her tits pressing harder against your face.

Sana: "Ahn~! Y/N—!"

Her thighs clenched around yours, her hips grinding desperately as you switched to her other nipple, biting down just enough to make her scream.

Sana: "NGH~! YES!"

Her hands were everywhere—tugging your hair, clawing at your shoulders, her breath coming in ragged pants as you devoured her.

Y/N: "Sana… your tits… fuck…"

You pulled back just enough to watch her nipples glisten with spit, swollen and red from your mouth, before diving back in, sucking hard before pushing her down as your hands kneaded her tits around your cock.

Sana: "I-I’m close—!"

Her voice was a broken whine, the friction of your cock grinding her tits triggered an orgasm for herself, her thighs shaking as she fucked her tits faster, her nails digging into your skin.

Y/N: "Cum for me, Sana…"

That was all it took. Her back arched, her tits clamping down around your cock as she sobbed, her orgasm crashing through her.

Sana: "AHH~! FUCK!"

Her thighs trembled, her pussy dripping as she rode out her high, her tits still milking your cock as you groaned, your own release building fast.

Y/N: "Sana—I’m gonna—"

She didn’t let you finish. Her hands cupped her tits, squeezing them tight around your cock as she leaned down, her lips brushing yours.

Sana: "Cum all over them…"

You exploded. Hot ropes of cum shot between her tits, painting her skin white as she moaned, rubbing her slick nipples through the mess.

Sana: "Mmm…so good…"

She dragged a finger through the cum, bringing it to her lips and sucking it clean with a smirk.

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Sana’s fingers tangled in your hair as she pulled you down, her thighs parting with a sinful wet shlick of soaked fabric. The scent of her arousal hit you like a drug—musky, sweet, addicting.

Sana: "Mmm… you want to taste me, don’t you?"

Her voice was a breathy taunt, hips rolling just enough to grind her damp panties against your lips.

Y/N: "Sana—"

She cut you off with a sharp tug, her nails scraping your scalp as she leaned back, spreading herself wider.

Sana: "No more talking. Lick."

Your tongue dragged slow and flat up her clothed slit, and Sana jolted, a high-pitched whine tearing from her throat.

Sana: "Ahh~! F-fuck—!"

The fabric was drenched, her heat seeping through as you lapped at her, teasing the outline of her pussy through the thin barrier.

Sana: "T-tease…"

She hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties, peeling them down just enough to expose her bare cunt—glossy, swollen, begging for your mouth.

Sana: "Better?"

Her smirk was wicked, but her thighs trembled as you exhaled hotly against her, watching her clit throb under your breath. You didn’t hesitate. Your tongue speared into her in one long, filthy lick, from her dripping entrance all the way up to her clit.

Sana: "HAHH~! YES!"

Her back arched, hands fisting the couch cushions as you dove in, lips sealing around her clit to suck hard.

Y/N: "Mmhn… fuck, you taste good…"

Her hips jerked, but you pinned her down, tongue circling her clit in tight, rapid flicks before plunging back into her pussy, fucking her with your tongue.

Sana: "NGH~! D-don’t stop—don’t stop—!"

Her thighs clamped around your head, her cunt pulsing as you ate her like a man starved, slurping up every drop of her slick. You added two fingers, curling them just right inside her as your tongue lashed her clit.

Sana: "OH FUCK—!"

Her scream was raw, her body bowing off the couch as her orgasm ripped through her, her pussy squeezing your fingers like a vice. She sobbed, her thighs shaking as you drank her in, not letting up until she was whimpering, oversensitive and dripping. She pulled back just enough to smirk at you, her dark eyes glinting with mischief as she guided your hands to her waist.

Sana: "Look at me, Y/N."

Her voice was a sultry whisper as she turned, pressing her back against your chest, her ass grinding against your already-hard cock.

Sana: "See how much I want you?"

Her fingers traced the edge of the mirror in front of you, her reflection staring back—lips swollen, cheeks flushed, eyes begging for more. Sana’s hands slid down her own body, fingers hooking into the waistband of her stupidly drenched panties she had no reason for wearing again after you eating her out before slowly peeling them down. The fabric clung to her slick folds for a second before finally dropping to the floor.

Sana: "Mmhn~... You like what you see?"

She arched her back, pressing her ass against your cock, her wetness already smearing against your thigh.

Y/N: "Sana… we really shouldn’t—"

She cut you off with a roll of her hips, her ass grinding against your length as she looked at you through the mirror.

Sana: "Momo knows."

Her words sent a jolt through you, but before you could question her, she reached back, gripping your cock and guiding it between her thighs.

You groaned as the head of your cock pressed against her soaked entrance, her tight heat begging for you.

Y/N: "Fuck… you’re so tight…"

Sana bit her lip, her eyes locked onto yours in the mirror as you pushed in slowly, stretching her inch by inch.

Sana: "Ahh~! Yes… just like that…"

Her back arched, her hands bracing against the mirror as you bottomed out, her walls clenching around you. She smirked, rolling her hips to take you deeper.

Sana: "You feel so good inside me…" You gripped her hips, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in, the sound of skin on skin filling the room.

Sana: "AHH~! Fuck! Harder!" Her tits bounced with every thrust, her ass jiggling as you pounded into her, the mirror fogging up from her panting breaths.

Y/N: "You like that? Like being used like this?" She moaned, her nails scratching at the mirror as you fucked her relentlessly, her pussy dripping around your cock.

Sana: "Y-Yes~! More!" You leaned forward, biting down on her shoulder as you pistoned into her, her tight walls milking you with every stroke. Sana’s legs shook, her moans turning into screams as her orgasm crashed over her.

Sana: "I’m—AHH~! CUMMING!"

Her pussy clenched around you, pulling you deeper as you lost control, your own release exploding inside her.

Y/N: "Fuck—Sana!"

She collapsed against the mirror, her breath ragged as you both came down from the high. She turned her head, catching your lips in a lazy kiss before whispering—

Sana: "Mmhn~... Told you it will be good."

---

Sana’s fingers trailed down your abs, slick with sweat from your earlier coupling, before wrapping around your already-hardened cock again. She smirked up at you through her lashes, her lips swollen from your kisses, glistening with a mix of spit and her own arousal. "Mmm… already hard again for me?" she purred, giving your shaft a slow, deliberate stroke that made your hips jerk. "Good. Because I’m far from done with you." She leaned forward, hovering just inches from your tip, her hot breath ghosting over your sensitive skin. "This time," she murmured, pressing a teasing kiss to your weeping slit, "I’m going to make you ruin my fucking throat."

Her tongue flicked out, lapping up the bead of pre-cum pooling at your tip before swirling around the head with agonizing slowness. "F-fuck, Sana—" you groaned, fingers twisting into the sheets. She giggled, the sound vibrating against your cock as she took just the tip into her mouth, sucking lightly before pulling off with a filthy pop. "Mmhn~... so sweet," she hummed, licking her lips. "But I know it gets even better when you cum." Her hand pumped your shaft lazily as she continued to kitten-lick at your head, her dark eyes locked onto yours—watching, waiting for you to break.

Without warning, she surged forward, swallowing half your length in one smooth glide. "Hhngh—! Sana—!!" Your back arched off the bed, the sudden heat of her throat stealing your breath. She didn’t stop. Her nose pressed into your pelvis as she took you deeper, deeper, until your cock was buried to the hilt down her throat. "Mpphf~!" Her eyes watered prettily, but she held still, letting you feel the clench of her throat around you before pulling back—only to plunge down again.

"Holy—shit—!" Your hands flew to her hair, fisting the dark strands as she set a brutal pace, bobbing up and down your shaft with wet, sloppy noises. Drool dripped from her stretched lips, coating your balls as she forced herself to take you deeper with every thrust. "Nggh—ahh~!" Her moans vibrated around you, her free hand slipping between her own thighs to rub frantic circles against her clit. She was enjoying this. Fuck.

Only god knows how you felt more primal, was it alcohol or not, you weren't sure but You tugged her hair, forcing her to look up at you. "You like choking on my cock that much?" you growled. Her eyes darkened, her rhythm stuttering for just a second before she nodded, whimpering around your length. "Then take it," you hissed, thrusting up into her mouth. "MPPHF~! AH—!" She gagged, tears spilling down her cheeks as you fucked her throat rough, her nose smeared with spit and her lips stretched obscenely wide. "That’s it—swallow me," you groaned, your balls tightening as your release coiled hot in your gut. She moaned in response, her throat massaging you greedily as if she couldn’t wait to taste you.

"Sana—I’m gonna—fuck—!" She didn’t pull away. Her nails dug into your thighs as you exploded down her throat, thick ropes of cum shooting straight into her greedy mouth. She swallowed every drop, her throat working around you as she milked you dry with tight, rhythmic sucks. "Ahh~… fuck…" you panted, collapsing back against the pillows as she finally pulled off, licking her lips with a satisfied smirk. "Mmm… delicious," she purred, crawling up your body to kiss you deeply—letting you taste yourself on her tongue..

Sana’s fingers trailed down your chest as she pulled back from your cock, her lips still glistening with spit and cum. She smirked at your dazed expression before rolling off the bed with a playful sway of her hips. "Stay right there, baby~" She rummaged through her nightstand drawer, her perky ass on full display as she bent over, humming to herself. "Ah! Found it~" She held up a half-empty bottle of her favorite strawberry lube, shaking it teasingly before crawling back toward you, her eyes dark with hunger. "Now… let’s make you last longer this time." Her fingers dripped with the slick liquid as she wrapped them around your cock, stroking slowly, her thumb swirling over the tip. "F-fuck, Noona—" you groaned, hips bucking into her hand. She giggled, leaning down to lick a stripe up your shaft. "Mmhn~... Tastes even better now."

The moment Sana’s knees hit the mattress, you knew she wasn’t playing anymore. Her back arched, ass raised high in the air as she crawled onto the bed, her dripping cunt and tight, untouched asshole on full display. She glanced over her shoulder, lips parted, eyes burning with hunger as she reached back to spread herself wider. “You’ve fucked my mouth. You’ve fucked my pussy.” Her voice was a sultry command, fingers tracing her own swollen folds before circling her asshole with a slow, teasing press. “Now ruin me here.” You grabbed the strawberry lube from the nightstand, coating your fingers thickly before pressing against her tight, fluttering rim. “Breathe,” you murmured, rubbing slow circles as her body resisted at first. “Ahh~! Ngh—fuck—!” Sana shuddered, her nails clawing at the sheets as your fingertip breached her, sinking in to the first knuckle. You worked her slowly, adding a second finger, then a third, curling and scissoring until her asshole was loose and slick around you, her moans growing louder with each stretch. “Y-You’re mean,” she whined, but her hips pushed back, begging for more. Your cock throbbed, heavy and aching, as you pulled your fingers free—her asshole gaped slightly, twitching around nothing before clenching tight again

You pushed in slowly, your thick crown stretching her open with a sinful pop. “AHHH~!” Sana’s back arched, her walls fluttering violently around you as you bottomed out, her ass swallowing every inch. “F-fuck—so tight,” you groaned, hips flush against her ass, giving her a moment to adjust. But Sana was impatient. “Move,” she panted, pushing back against you. “I’m not—hnngh—made of glass!” You obeyed. Your hips snapped forward, fucking into her with deep, brutal strokes, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. “YES! Like—ahh—like that!” Her pussy dripped onto the sheets, her clit throbbing untouched as you pounded her ass, the angle driving you impossibly deeper. Her thighs shook, her moans turning desperate. “I-I’m gonna—ahh~!” You reached under her, fingers finding her clit—rubbing hard. “AHH~! NGH~! TOO MUCH—!” She screamed, her ass milking you as her pussy gushed, soaking the bed beneath her in a flood of slick arousal. You didn’t stop. Your thrusts turned feral, chasing your own release as her walls fluttered around you. When you finally came, it was with a growl, your cum filling her to the brim. You pulled out slowly, watching her hole wink around nothing, stretched and used. Sana collapsed, panting, her body twitching from oversensitivity. “Mmm…” She smirked weakly. “Told you… I could take it.”

---

The room was still thick with the scent of sex—strawberry lube, sweat, and the intoxicating musk of Sana’s arousal hanging heavy in the air. You had just finished cleaning her up, your touch gentle as you wiped away the evidence of your earlier ravaging, when she suddenly grabbed your wrist, her dark eyes glinting with mischief. “Mmhn~... you’re not done yet, are you, Y/N-ah?” Her voice was a sultry purr, her lips curling into that wicked smirk you knew meant trouble. Before you could respond, she guided your hand between her thighs, pressing your fingers against her dripping pussy. “Feel that?” she whispered, grinding against your touch. “Noona’s still so wet for you…” Your cock twitched at the sensation, the alcohol in your veins making your resistance weaker, your willpower softer. “Sana noona…” you murmured, but she cut you off with a sharp nip to your earlobe. “I want you to ruin me again.”. Her command was velvet-wrapped steel—soft but unyielding.

Sana rolled onto her back, spreading her legs wide, her glistening pussy and used asshole on full display. She hooked her knees over your shoulders, pulling you closer until your cock brushed against her swollen folds. “Both,” she demanded, her fingers trailing down to circle her ass. “Noona wants your cock here…” She pressed a fingertip against her tight rim. “And your fingers here.” She dragged her touch up to her clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles. You swallowed hard, your head still fuzzy from the alcohol, your body aching to obey. “Noona, you’re sure?” you asked, voice rough. She arched a brow, her smirk turning dangerous. “Do I sound unsure?” You coated your cock and fingers with more of that damn strawberry lube, the sweet scent mixing with the salt of her skin as you pressed against her ass first, slowly pushing inside.Sana gasped, her back arching off the bed as you stretched her open again, her walls clenching around you. “Ahh~! F-fuck… yes…” Once you were fully sheathed, you didn’t move—not yet. Instead, you dragged your left hand down to her pussy, sliding two fingers inside with ease, her slick heat swallowing you whole. “Hahh~!” Her thighs trembled, her nails digging into the sheets. “More—!” You curled your fingers, rubbing that sweet spot inside her as your cock pulsed in her ass, the dual sensation making her squirm.

Sana’s moans were filthy, her hips rocking between your thrusts, when suddenly—she grabbed your right hand, sucking your fingers into her mouth with a hungry whimper. “Mmmf~!” Her tongue swirled around your digits, her eyes fluttering shut as she savored her own taste.You groaned, watching her lips stretch around your fingers, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked like she was starving for it. “Fuck, noona…” She pulled off with a pop, her smirk drenched in sin. “Now move.” You obeyed. Your hips snapped forward, your cock pounding into her ass as your fingers fucked her pussy in tandem, the squelch of her arousal filling the room. Sana screamed, her back bowing off the bed, her thighs clamping around your wrist as her pussy gushed around your fingers. “AHH~! I-I’m—cumming—!” You didn’t stop. You couldn’t. Her ass milked your cock, her pussy dripping onto the sheets as you pushed her past her limit, her body convulsing beneath you. When you finally came, it was with a low airy groan, your cum filling her ass as she whimpered, oversensitive and twitching..

Sana collapsed, boneless and breathless, her body glowing with sweat. You pulled out slowly, watching her holes wink around nothing, stretched and used just how she’d wanted. She blinked up at you, her smirk soft now, sated. “Mmhn~... good boy,” she murmured, dragging you down for a lazy, cum-flavored kiss.

---

The room smelled of sweat, faint traces of perfume, and something far more sinful. Sana lay on top of you, her body warm, her breath slow and steady against your chest. Her fingers lazily traced circles over your skin, a silent claim, a lingering touch that sent a shiver through you despite the heat between the sheets. Before you could respond, she guided your hand to her face, nuzzling into it.

“Feel that?” she whispered, grinding against your body, “Noona’s sated because of you…”

Your throat felt dry. The reality of what had just happened was beginning to settle in, creeping into the edges of your consciousness like a slow-building storm. You should have pushed her away. You should have resisted. You should have— Sana’s fingers trailed down your chest, a quiet hum of contentment escaping her lips as she shifted, her bare skin pressed fully against yours.

"Mmm... you were so good to me, Y/N. Did you like it?" Her words, her tone—it was almost cruel in how natural it sounded, as if what just happened wasn’t a betrayal. As if this was always meant to be. Your stomach twisted. Dread. A sickening wave of it crashed over you, but it was tangled with something else. Something dangerous. Relief. Anticipation. Your fingers curled against the sheets, mind spinning, struggling to grasp what this meant—what this would mean.

Sana, ever perceptive, let out a soft chuckle, sensing your turmoil.

“You’re thinking too much again, Y/N…” she murmured, her lips brushing over your collarbone, “Just stay here. Stay with me.” And for the first time, you weren’t sure if she was talking about the moment— Or something far more permanent.

---

Two Days Later – The Weight of Betrayal

The studio was dimly lit, the only sounds filling the space being the rhythmic beat of the speakers and the sharp echo of your breath. Sweat dripped from your brow as you pushed your body through the motions, muscles burning with exhaustion. But no matter how hard you moved, how many times you repeated the choreo, you couldn’t escape it. Momo’s gaze burned into you. She was relentless today. More so than usual.

Momo: "Again."

You barely had a second to catch your breath before the track restarted. You gritted your teeth, planting your feet firmly before diving into the routine again. Every step, every movement, drilled into your body from hours of practice. But today, it all felt off. Maybe it was because your limbs were heavier. Or maybe it was the weight of your conscience dragging you down.

Momo: "You’re off-beat."

Her voice cut through the haze in your mind, sharp and direct, but there was something else in it too. Something observant. She noticed. Of course, she did. Momo wasn’t just one of the best dancers you knew—she could read you better than anyone.

Momo: "Again."

You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded, forcing yourself back into the movement. It was easier to focus on the burn in your legs than the twisting guilt in your stomach. Easier to pretend that everything was fine. That you hadn’t shattered something irreparable. That you hadn’t betrayed her.The next time the music stopped, you were gasping for air, bent over with your hands on your knees. Momo stood a few feet away, watching you, arms crossed. She was barely out of breath, while you felt like your body was about to collapse.

Momo: "What’s with you today?"

Her voice was calmer now, less commanding, but no less piercing. You wiped your forehead with the back of your hand, forcing out a chuckle.

Y/N: "Just… tired."

She didn’t buy it. Momo stepped closer, her eyes scanning you like she was searching for an answer you weren’t giving her.

Momo: "Bullshit."

Your stomach tightened. She wasn’t wrong.

Momo: "You’re off today. Your rhythm, your energy—your focus."

She reached out, fingers gripping your wrist lightly.

Momo: "Is something wrong?"

Yes. Everything was wrong. You had slept with Sana. Her sister-like member. You had crossed a line you could never uncross, and the worst part? You still didn’t know why you let it happen.

Momo: "Y/N."

Her voice was softer now, gentle even, but it only made the weight in your chest grow heavier.

Y/N: "I…"

Your throat closed up. The words wouldn’t come out. Momo squeezed your wrist slightly, urging you to continue. But how the hell were you supposed to tell her? How were you supposed to look into her eyes—the same eyes that trusted you, that loved you—and say the words that would break her? You clenched your jaw, looking away.

Y/N: "It’s nothing, really. Just been overworked lately."

Lying felt disgusting. But telling the truth? That would destroy her. Momo studied you for a long moment before sighing, letting go of your wrist.

Momo: "Fine. If you don’t wanna tell me, I won’t force you."

She took a step back, giving you space, but her gaze lingered.

Momo: "But don’t think I don’t notice, Y/N. Something’s different."

A chill ran down your spine. She knew. Not the truth. Not yet. But she felt it. Something had changed. And no matter how much you wanted to deny it— So did you.

You exhaled slowly, rolling your shoulders as if that could somehow shake off the tension coiling inside you. Momo had stepped back, but she was still watching, her sharp gaze dissecting you in ways that made your skin prickle.

But you didn’t notice her lips twitching upward. That subtle, knowing smile. It wasn’t amusement. Nor was it mockery. It was patience. She could see it—how you were struggling to hold something back. How you wanted to say something, but couldn’t bring yourself to do it. And that’s what made her wait. Momo was never the type to push when it truly mattered. She knew you well enough to understand that sooner or later, you would break. And when you did? She would be right there, waiting to hear everything.

The moment you opened your mouth, drawing in a deep breath to finally let the words spill out, the door creaked open. Your stomach dropped. Sana walked in like she owned the room, confidence wrapped around her like a second skin. That knowing smile played on her lips, the same one she had two nights ago—when she had you under her, tangled in sheets and sin.

Momo turned her head slightly, eyes flickering toward Sana before returning to you. She had caught it. The way your body stiffened, the barely-there twitch in your fingers, the split-second of hesitation that wouldn’t have meant much to anyone else—but to Momo? It meant everything. Sana hummed lightly, strolling closer, her gaze lingering on you.

Sana: "Hard at work, I see," she mused, voice carrying a teasing lilt.

You clenched your jaw. This wasn’t the time. This wasn’t the place. But Sana? She was playing a game. And Momo, without a doubt, was starting to catch on. The air in the practice room turned thick—not with exhaustion from dance, but with the weight of something unspoken. Momo and Sana exchanged a glance. And then… they smiled. It wasn’t forced. It wasn’t awkward. It was as if they were in on something. You swallowed, shifting slightly under their gazes. Before you could speak, Momo tilted her head, her expression teasing yet unreadable.

Momo: "Had fun with Sana, Y/N-ah~?"

Your heart dropped. It wasn’t an accusation. It wasn’t anger. It was something else entirely. Silence stretched between you for a moment, your thoughts racing at a dizzying speed. Sana, still standing close, hummed lightly as if entertained by the tension crackling in the air. Your throat felt dry. This was it. You looked Momo in the eyes and forced yourself to speak.

Y/N: "It… happened. I won’t lie to you, Momo. I messed up."

Your hands curled into fists at your sides.

Y/N: "I should’ve stopped. I should’ve—"

Words failed you. You let out a slow breath, shoulders drooping as the weight of it all settled in.

Y/N: "I’m sorry. To both of you."

You turned to Sana briefly before shifting your gaze back to Momo.

Y/N: "I don’t deserve either of your hearts if I can’t handle myself properly. If I can’t even—"

Momo cut you off with a soft chuckle.

Momo: "I knew."

Your stomach twisted. You blinked, brows furrowing as her words settled in.

Y/N: "What?"

She exhaled, her expression soft yet unreadable.

Momo: "I knew long before it even happened."

Shock froze you in place. Sana, standing beside you, simply smiled—like this was the most natural thing in the world. What the hell was going on here?

Your world tilted. The walls of the practice room felt like they were closing in, every breath you took feeling heavier than the last. Momo’s words lingered in the air like a slow-burning fuse.

Momo: “I knew long before it even happened.”

Your voice barely scraped past your throat.

Y/N: “How… how so?”

Momo and Sana exchanged a look. It was brief, but in that second, something unspoken passed between them—like a secret they had long since accepted. Momo sighed, stretching her arms before resting them on her hips.

Momo: “You really don’t notice things, do you?”

The way she said it—like she was fondly exasperated—only made your nerves coil tighter. She took a step closer.

Momo: “Let me take you back.”

Flashback — 3 Days After Sana’s Confession in the Production Room

Momo hadn’t planned to confront Sana. But something about her behavior had been… off. She was still her usual bright, affectionate self, but there were moments—fleeting, yet telling—where her expression dropped, where her eyes lingered on nothing like she was drowning in her own thoughts. Momo noticed. And it wasn’t hard to connect the dots.

One night, as the two of them sat in their shared hotel room after a schedule, Momo finally said it.

Momo: “You love him too, don’t you?”

Sana’s entire body stiffened. She was caught. Momo could see it in the way her fingers curled against the fabric of the blanket, in the way her lips parted just slightly, as if struggling to find a response. Sana swallowed.

Sana: “...Why are you asking me that?”

Her voice was tight, barely above a whisper. Momo didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she watched Sana, her gaze patient but unwavering. The room was silent. And then— Sana broke. Her hands balled into fists as she exhaled sharply, her head tilting back as if trying to hold something in.

Sana: “I can’t help it, Momo.”

Her voice cracked.

Sana: “I’ve tried—believe me, I’ve tried—but the way he looks at you…”

She let out a hollow laugh.

Sana: “The way he speaks about you, the way he’s so devoted to you… it just makes me want to be selfish.”

Her eyes, when they met Momo’s again, were stormy with emotion.

Sana: “I can’t handle it.”

Momo took in the sight of her friend—her sister—and for the first time in a long while, she felt a pang of guilt. Because she understood. She saw it—the way Sana’s eyes softened whenever you were around, the way her touches lingered just a second too long, the way her smiles seemed bittersweet whenever you gave all your attention to Momo. Sana had been suffering alone. And it wasn’t fair. So Momo, without even thinking, blurted out the one thing that changed everything.

Momo: “Then let’s share him.”

Sana froze.

Her eyes snapped to Momo’s face, wide and disbelieving.

Sana: “What?”

Momo swallowed. It was crazy. Outrageous. But at the same time… it made sense.

Momo: “We’re more than just members, right?”

She tilted her head, lips pressing together.

Momo: “We’re sisters.”

Sana’s breath hitched. Momo pressed on

Momo: “And we both love him.”

She exhaled slowly, choosing her next words carefully.

Momo: “Sana, I don’t want to let him go. But I also don’t want to see you like this. And I know you—you don’t want to let him go either.”

Sana didn’t deny it. She couldn’t. Momo took that as a sign to continue.

Momo: “It’s not exactly normal… but if it’s us, I think we can make it work.”

Silence. Sana stared at her. Her expression was unreadable—shock, disbelief, hesitation… and something else. Something dangerous. Sana licked her lips.

Sana: “You’d really be fine with that?”

There was doubt in her voice. A test. Momo’s stomach churned, but she held her ground. It was a little icky, sure. The idea of sharing the person she loved. But the thought of letting you go? That was far worse. So, Momo nodded.

Momo: “Yeah. I would.”

Sana’s breath shuddered. And then… she smiled. A slow, sultry curve of her lips, as if she had just won the most dangerous game. She exhaled softly, gaze lidded.

Sana: “Alright, then.”

She tilted her head, her smile deepening.

Sana: “Let’s share him.”

Back to Present — Practice Room

Your mind felt like static. You stared at them, eyes wide, unable to process what you had just heard.

Y/N: “You… you two…”

Your voice faltered. They had planned this. Before it even happened. Sana was watching you with amusement, like she had been waiting for this exact reaction. You took a step back, your head still reeling. Momo simply smiled, her eyes holding a certain warmth.

Y/N: “You were fine with it? Just like that?”

Momo’s expression softened.

Momo: “Y/N, it’s not like it was an easy decision.”

She stepped forward, reaching out.

Momo: “But I know what I feel. And so does Sana.”

Sana hummed, taking a step to your other side.

Sana: “We both love you, Y/N.”

She tilted her head.

Sana: “And now you don’t have to choose.”

Your stomach flipped. The weight of everything settled hard on your shoulders. This was real. This was happening. And you had no idea what to do next.

The weight of everything was suffocating.

It pressed down on your chest like a stone, heavy and unrelenting.

Your legs felt weak, your balance uncertain, and before you could stop yourself, you sank down onto the cool wooden floor of the practice room.

You never cried openly—not in front of them, not in front of anyone.

But this time, it felt impossible to hold it all in.

You didn’t sob.

There was no dramatic outburst.

But your hands curled into fists against your knees, your head hung low, and before you knew it, warm tears began slipping down your face, dropping silently onto your lap.

The room was dead silent.

The only sound was your own ragged breathing, uneven and heavy, as if your chest couldn’t decide whether to collapse or expand.

A gentle rustle of fabric.

Then a soft, familiar warmth settled beside you.

Sana.

She didn’t hesitate.

Without a word, she reached out, her fingers brushing against your arm before sliding down to grip your hand.

A light squeeze—firm, grounding, yet hesitant.

Like she wasn’t sure if she had the right to comfort you.

She spoke, her voice low and careful, yet laced with guilt.

Sana: “Y/N… it wasn’t your fault.”

You stiffened.

Your hands curled tighter against your knees.

Y/N: “It was.”

Your voice was hoarse, almost broken.

You lifted your head slightly, blinking at nothing in particular, your vision blurred from unshed tears.

Y/N: “Even if you two had this… this deal, I didn’t know about it.”

A sharp breath escaped your lips.

Y/N: “That means, to me, it was still cheating.”

Another heavy silence.

Then—

Sana: “You were drunk, Y/N.”

Your jaw clenched.

Sana shifted closer, her presence gentle yet insistent.

Sana: “That night… I took advantage of that.”

Her voice wavered slightly.

Sana: “I knew you were vulnerable, and I still—”

She exhaled sharply, squeezing your hand again.

Sana: “I used my words. I used myself. I played dirty because I didn’t know what else to do.”

She swallowed hard.

Sana: “I wanted you so badly, and I knew that if I didn’t act… I might never get the chance again.”

Her fingers trembled against yours.

Sana: “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You finally turned your head to look at her.

Her eyes—shining with regret, but unwavering—met yours.

She meant it.

But that didn’t change the ache in your chest.

Your voice was quieter this time.

Y/N: “Momo trusted me.”

You glanced at Momo, who was still standing in front of you.

She wasn’t crying.

She wasn’t even frowning.

If anything… she looked oddly calm.

Like she had already processed all of this long before you even had the chance to.

That only made it worse.

Momo crouched down, resting her forearms on her knees.

Momo: “Y/N.”

Her tone was softer now, carrying none of the teasing from before.

Momo: “I knew.”

Her lips curled into something gentle, but firm.

Momo: “I knew it would happen.”

You opened your mouth, but Momo shook her head before you could say anything.

Momo: “Not just because we made that deal.”

She exhaled, tilting her head slightly.

Momo: “I knew because I know you.”

Her eyes flickered over you—taking in your disheveled state, the guilt written all over your face—before locking onto yours again.

Momo: “And I know Sana.”

She let out a quiet chuckle, though it held no real amusement.

Momo: “She was never going to give up on you, Y/N. And you—”

Her expression softened even more.

Momo: “You were never going to push her away.”

The truth in her words hit you like a punch to the gut.

Because she was right.

No matter how much you wanted to convince yourself otherwise…

You never stood a chance against Sana’s persistence.

Sana squeezed your hand again, her warmth pulling you out of your spiraling thoughts.

Sana: “I’m sorry for how I did it.”

She hesitated, biting her lip.

Sana: “But I’m not sorry for wanting you.”

Her honesty was blunt, raw in a way that sent another wave of conflict crashing over you.

Momo finally sat down beside you, placing her hand on your other knee.

Momo: “Y/N, listen to me.”

Her fingers tightened slightly, as if to ground you.

Momo: “What happened that night doesn’t make you undeserving of us.”

Your breath hitched.

Momo: “You were caught in the middle of something we had already decided on.”

She smiled faintly, squeezing your knee.

Momo: “You didn’t betray me.”

Your throat felt tight again.

Y/N: “...But I still hurt you.”

Momo tilted her head, considering you for a long moment.

Then, she shrugged.

Momo: “Maybe a little.”

Her honesty stung.

But then she smiled—genuine, warm.

Momo: “But not in the way you think.”

Her hand slid up to cup your cheek.

Momo: “I love you, Y/N.”

Her voice was unwavering.

Momo: “And I knew loving you meant I’d have to accept that someone else would, too.”

She nudged your forehead with hers.

Momo: “You’re too easy to love, you know that?”

A shaky breath left your lips.

Sana chuckled beside you, resting her head against your shoulder.

Sana: “Took the words right out of my mouth.”

You exhaled slowly, your mind still racing, still struggling to fully accept what they were saying.

But as Momo’s fingers stroked your cheek and Sana’s warmth pressed against your side…

A small part of you started to believe them.

Just a little.

Just enough.

For now.

A deep sigh left your lips, the weight on your chest loosening just a bit.

Not entirely, but enough.

Enough to breathe again.

Enough to accept that, no matter how much you agonized over it, Momo and Sana had already decided this long before you even knew.

Momo must have noticed the way your shoulders relaxed because her eyes narrowed playfully.

Momo: “So, is that a surrender?”

Her voice was laced with amusement, but you could hear the underlying warmth beneath it.

You gave her a tired look before muttering—

Y/N: “I guess…?”

A scoff.

Then, a mischievous giggle from your side.

Sana: “Ooooh~ look at that, Momo. He’s already breaking.”

Her smug tone sent a shiver down your spine before you even turned to see her expression.

When you did, you immediately regretted it.

Sana’s lips curled into a self-satisfied smirk, her chin resting against your shoulder as she gazed up at Momo triumphantly.

Sana: “I told you he’d start swaying towards me.”

Her fingers traced lazy circles along your forearm, the touch light yet undeniably possessive.

Momo huffed, crossing her arms as she shot you an exaggerated mock glare.

Momo: “Unbelievable.”

She clicked her tongue, shaking her head dramatically.

Momo: “I leave you alone for one night, and suddenly you’re wobbly in our commitment?”

You groaned, rubbing your temples.

Y/N: “That’s not—”

Sana: “It sooo is.”

Sana grinned, cutting you off immediately, her amusement only growing as she poked your cheek.

Sana: “Face it, Y/N. You love me too~.”

Your jaw tensed at her words, your mind screaming at you to deny it, to fight back—to say that this wasn’t just some game.

But when you opened your mouth—

Nothing came out.

Because no matter how much you wanted to push back, no matter how much you wanted to argue that this was all too fast, too much—

Deep down, you knew.

You weren’t fighting because it wasn’t true.

You were fighting because it was.

Sana saw it instantly.

Her smirk widened, her grip on your arm tightening slightly.

Sana: “See that, Momo? He can’t even deny it.”

Momo sighed, resting her chin in her palm.

Momo: “Tsk. You’re annoying when you’re right.”

Sana beamed, clearly thriving on the validation.

Sana: “Say it again, but slower~.”

Momo rolled her eyes, flicking Sana’s forehead.

Momo: “Don’t push it.”

You exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of your nose.

Y/N: “Are you two seriously going to turn this into some kind of competition?”

Momo blinked.

Then, she shrugged.

Momo: “I mean… kinda?”

Sana laughed, fully wrapping herself around your arm now.

Sana: “Oh, definitely.”

Your stomach dropped.

Y/N: “Oh god.”

Sana’s voice lowered, her tone teasing as she leaned closer.

Sana: “You should be excited, Y/N. It just means you’ll get twice the love from us~.”

You shot Momo a pleading look.

Y/N: “You’re going to let her say stuff like that?”

Momo gave you a sweet, innocent smile.

Momo: “Why not? It’s true.”

You groaned, letting your head fall back against the wall.

You were so screwed.

A shiver ran down your spine as Sana’s soft laughter filled the practice room.

The air felt thicker, almost stifling, as the two women exchanged a look—one that sent alarm bells ringing in your head.

Then, Momo moved.

Slow. Deliberate.

Your breath caught in your throat as she dropped to all fours, her movements almost predatory as she crawled forward across the wooden floor.

She wasn’t even trying to be subtle.

Your heart pounded wildly against your ribs, your back pressed firmly against the cool mirror behind you.

Sana, still beside you, leaned in closer, her lips brushing just near your ear.

Sana: “Now that everything’s settled…”

A pause.

A deliberate, agonizing pause.

Then, in a voice dripping with pure mischief—

Sana: “Why don’t we make this official?”

Your stomach dropped.

Your throat felt dry.

Before you could even process what she meant, Momo finally reached you—her hands bracing on either side of your legs, her dark eyes locked onto yours with something you couldn’t quite decipher.

Momo: “A proper start.”

Your lips parted slightly, trying to form words, but the only thing that came out was—

Y/N: “H-huh?”

Sana giggled, leaning her weight against you while tilting her head.

Sana: “Come on, Y/N. You know what we mean~.”

Your entire face burned at the implication.

Oh.

Oh, shit.

Your eyes darted between them, looking for some kind of sign that they were just messing with you.

That this was just another one of their playful teasing sessions.

But nothing about their expressions screamed ‘just joking.’

Momo’s lips curled slightly.

Momo: “He’s blushing.”

Sana beamed, clearly pleased with herself.

Sana: “Awww, that’s adorable~.”

You immediately turned your head away, groaning as you covered your face with your hand.

Y/N: “You two are insane.”

Sana huffed, poking at your arm.

Sana: “Excuse you, it’s a great idea.”

Momo nodded, arms now resting on your knees as she gazed up at you.

Momo: “It only makes sense, doesn’t it?”

You turned back to look at her, expression filled with pure disbelief.

Y/N: “Sense???”

Sana laughed at your reaction, clearly enjoying how flustered you were.

Sana: “Well, yeah. You love me. You love Momo. We love you. Simple math.”

You let out a sharp exhale, running a hand through your hair.

Y/N: “That is not how math works.”

Momo shrugged.

Momo: “It’s our kind of math.”

Sana nodded sagely.

Sana: “Yep. TWICE math.”

You groaned again, slumping against the mirror.

These two were going to kill you.

The moment Momo's fingers curled around the hem of your shirt, you knew there was no escaping this.

"Momo—"

She silenced you with a look—dark, hungry—before yanking the fabric up and over your head in one smooth motion. The cool air of the practice room hit your bare skin, making your breath hitch.

Sana, ever the instigator, wasted no time. Her hands slid up your chest, nails scraping lightly as she leaned in, her lips brushing your ear.

"Relax, baby~," she purred. "We're gonna take such good care of you."

Momo's hands were already working on your belt, her movements efficient, purposeful. The buckle clinked as it came undone, and then—

"Ah—!"

Her palm pressed firmly against your growing bulge through your pants, making your hips jerk involuntarily.

"So eager," Momo murmured, her thumb rubbing slow circles over the fabric.

Sana giggled, her fingers tangling in your hair as she pulled your head back, forcing you to meet her gaze.

"Look at you," she cooed. "Already falling apart for us."

Momo didn’t bother with teasing. Your pants and boxers were shoved down in one go, your cock springing free, already leaking at the tip.

"Fuck," Momo breathed, her eyes locked onto your length.

Sana didn’t hesitate either. She dropped to her knees beside Momo, her fingers wrapping around your shaft in tandem with Momo’s, their hands stroking you in unison.

"Mmm~... look how hard he is for us," Sana hummed, her thumb swiping over your slit, spreading the pre-cum.

Momo leaned in, her tongue flicking against your tip before swirling around the head.

"Hahh—!" Your back arched off the mirror, your hands fisting in their hair as they devoured you together.

Sana took the base, her lips sealing around your shaft as she sucked hard, while Momo focused on the tip, her tongue lapping at the sensitive underside.

"Ngh~! Fuck—!"

The wet, filthy sounds of their mouths working you over filled the room, their tongues colliding around your cock in a way that made your vision blur.

Just as you were teetering on the edge, Momo pulled back, her lips glistening with spit.

"Not yet," she ordered, her voice firm.

Sana pouted but obeyed, releasing you with a pop.

Momo stood, her fingers trailing up your chest as she pressed her body against yours, her breasts pressing into your bare skin.

"My turn," she whispered, before crashing her lips onto yours.

The kiss was dominant, claiming, her tongue plundering your mouth as her hands roamed your body.

Sana, never one to be left out, nipped at Momo’s shoulder, her fingers sneaking between Momo’s thighs.

"Mmhn~... greedy," Momo murmured against your lips, but she didn’t stop Sana’s exploring hands.

Momo pushed you down onto the practice room floor, her legs straddling your hips as she lowered herself onto your cock in one smooth motion.

"Ahh~!" Her head tilted back, her walls clenching around you as she took you deep.

Sana grinned, crawling behind Momo, her hands gripping Momo’s hips as she ground against her ass.

"You feel so good inside her," Sana whispered, her fingers digging into Momo’s skin as she watched you fuck her.

Momo rolled her hips, her pace steady, controlled, her eyes locked onto yours.

"Mine," she growled.

Sana laughed, her hands sliding up Momo’s body to cup her breasts, her thumbs flicking over her nipples.

"Ours," Sana corrected, before biting Momo’s neck.

Momo moaned, her rhythm stuttering as Sana teased her, her own arousal dripping down her thighs.

You snapped, your hips pounding up into Momo as your hands dug into her waist, desperate for release.

"I—I can’t—!"

Momo’s nails scratched down your chest as she rode you harder, her orgasm cresting.

"Cum," she ordered.

And you obeyed.

Your release exploded inside her, your cock pulsing as she milked you dry, her own climax wracking through her body.

Sana grinned, pressing a kiss to Momo’s shoulder as she watched you both come undone.

"Official enough for you?" she teased.

You collapsed, boneless, your chest heaving.

These two were definitely going to kill you.

The moment Momo collapsed beside you, breathless and sated, Sana wasted no time. Her fingers trailed down your sweat-slicked chest, her dark eyes gleaming with unfinished mischief.

"Mmhn~... already tired?" she teased, her lips brushing your earlobe. "And here I thought we were just getting started."

Before you could respond, she climbed onto your lap, her bare thighs straddling your hips, her wetness smearing against your spent cock. You groaned, oversensitive and twitching, but Sana didn’t care.

"Sana— ahh— I can’t—"

She silenced you with a finger to your lips, her other hand trailing down to stroke your length back to life.

"Shhh~," she cooed. "Noona’s gonna make you feel so good again."

Momo, still catching her breath from her own climax, watched with hooded eyes as Sana worked you over, her fingers pumping your cock with lewd, slick sounds.

"F-fuck— Sana—!"

Her grip tightened, her thumb swirling over your tip, gathering the fresh pre-cum already beading there.

"Look at him, Momo," Sana purred, her voice dripping with sin. "He’s begging for me."

Momo moaned softly, her hand sliding between her own thighs as she watched Sana torture you.

"So pretty," Momo murmured, her fingers rubbing lazy circles over her clit.

Sana leaned down, her tongue flicking against your tip before taking you into her mouth in one smooth glide.

"Hahh~!" Your back arched, your hands fisting in her hair as she sucked you deep, her throat fluttering around your length.

Momo whimpered, her own fingers thrusting into her pussy as she watched Sana bob her head, her lips stretching obscenely around your girth.

"God— fuck— Sana—!"

She pulled off with a pop, her lips glossy with spit as she smirked up at you.

"Mmhn~... you taste even better when you’re desperate," she murmured, before swallowing you down again.

Momo’s breath hitched, her hips rolling against her hand as Sana sucked you raw, her noises filthy and wet.

"Ahh~! I-I’m gonna—!"

Sana dug her nails into your thighs, her pace relentless as she milked you with her throat.

"Cum," she ordered, her voice muffled around your cock.

And you obeyed. Despite it seem to be pathetic how willing you are to these Japanese duo of TWICE

Your release exploded down her throat, her lips sealed tight as she swallowed every drop, her eyes locked onto yours the entire time.

When she finally pulled off, her tongue darted out to catch the stray drop on her chin.

"Mmm~... delicious," she hummed, before collapsing onto your chest, sated and smug.

Momo laughed breathlessly, her own fingers still working between her thighs.

"Now that," Momo panted, "was hot."

Sana's fingers intertwined with yours, her warmth grounding you. On the other side, Momo rested her head against your shoulder, sighing contently. No words were needed, only the steady rhythm of their breaths, the quiet understanding that this—they—were real.

You exhaled slowly, the weight of fear and doubt easing away, "You two are unbelievable.."

Momo chuckled, squeezing your hand, "Ah-Ah, we are the older ones. But even we are unbelievable, we are yours.."

Sana smiled, tilting her head, "And your ours, no?"

An airy soft chuckle escaped your soft lips, heart racing, "Yeah yeah, noona, iam yours.." and just, like that peace settled in.

....then i asked, "Whose gonna explain the smell of sex in this practise room?" and Momo and Sana's head snapped together at each other and me. Either with fear or dread but mix of mischief?

Somethings don't change cutely..

[elliesanqel]

more top ellie please 🙏

phone sex w/ ellie ⋆˙⟡

warnings; dom!ellie, sub!fem reader, phone sex, fingering, denied orgasm, mentions of strap (referred as a cock), edging, not proofread, men and minors dni.

a/n; i’ve reached 500+ followers!! thank you all from the bottom of my heart i truly love each and every one of you. 😭❤️ i just finished playing tlou part 2 for the 6th time and i got the urge to write this. 👀 sorry for not posting—college is NO picnic. anyways enjoy this (longer) drabble! i decided to write something a bit different for dom!ellie. fics coming soon !! ➝ masterlist

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it was late. very late. around 2am. your breath shaky, stomach falling up and down—she was all you could think about lately. your hand inched closer and closer to the burning heat between your thighs, before finally landing on your clit. why is this happening? ellie. its always her. shes constantly on your mind, no matter how much you try and rid the thoughts. the image of her pretty face printed into your head as you gave your clit soft strokes, imagining it was her hands. ohh—her hands. you had no idea what it was about her that drove you crazy enough to touch yourself while thinking of her.

it made you think…what would she do if she knew?

but no matter how much you pushed yourself to come—harder strokes than usual—you couldnt. you knew what you had to do, but what price were you willing to pay? for her to ignore you after? for her to immediately hang up? for her to think you were weird for thinking of her and doing these things to yourself because of her? you werent even dating her, as far as you were both aware—you were just friends. the consequences swirled through your mind, but there was one that pushed through—making the witless descision to call her.

your hand was shaky as you held the phone in your hand, your other one still stroking your puffy clit as you edged, but couldnt finish. you dialed her number fast, not even thinking straight as you did.

the other line picked up, a very tired ellie speaking through the phone. “sweetheart? why are you calling? its so early,” she spoke, her voice groggy. just the sound of her made you moan, your hand speeding up as now that you’d heard her, you felt yourself getting closer now. feeling like you could actually come with her speaking in your ear. you couldnt see, but her brows furrowed and she propped herself up on her elbows as she heard your moan, thinking something was wrong. “are you okay? talk to me, whats u—“ but she immediately cut herself off as she heard squishing noises.

she fell quiet, and you knew now that she’d caught on to what you were doing, but you were far too lost and focused on her voice to care. another whine slipped past your mouth and through the speaker, playing right into ellies ears. her cheeks flushed a rosy pink and her lips parted. “ohhh, i get it, sweetheart.” she speaks, her voice still raspy. “dont stop, keep going for me. the shit i’d do if i was there with you right now.” she whispers.

what??? thats news to you. as far as you were aware she only saw you as a friend. and half of your thoughts were how gross she’d think you were calling her because you needed her this way. she decided to keep going, but only to get you to finish faster. “are you needy, baby? slip a finger in for me. imagine its my cock stretching you out, mhm?” she hoarsely mumbles. and fuck… if that didnt almost send you over the edge. your eyes shot open with a strident whimper came from your throat as you complied with her words, slipping a finger inside your soaked cunt, dabbing at your spongey spot.

“you’re doing it arent you? fuuuuck—thats it princess, use my voice.” she teasingly grunts.

“ohhhh—fuck, fuck! im g—gonna—“ you cry out, not being able to hold yourself back. you hear her low laugh from the other end of the phone, and then…

cut.

what the fuck? she just hung up. your hand immediately leaves your pussy and you sit up fast, taking your phone and squeezing it hard from anger. she just edged you. just denied you. your hands tap away at the keys—messaging her.

—“what the fuck?? why did you hang up?! i was close, els!”

—“im on my way. you don’t get to cum till im there to watch you do it.”

not me edging y’all too with this cliffhanger…anyways!!

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[darlingdaisyfarm]

hey! im sorry to make another post like this, but i feel like i need to say some things. because honestly, if i don’t, i won’t be able to move on from it.

further text under the cut because i don’t want to flood your feed with this

when i posted that anon message, i wasn’t expecting.. well, anything, really. i just felt very awful, i dumped my feelings out because i got emotional and i was ready to just delete this app and not come back. i thought, okay, that’s it, i embarrassed myself for the last time, im done. but when i came back, suddenly there were all these kind messages from people telling me they care, and i think it’s only because of you all that i’m still here. you all mean so much to me, i don’t think i’ve ever felt this supported in my entire life. i don’t know what i did to deserve this kind of kindness, but it means everything to me. so thank you, thank you so much to everyone who didn’t just walk past me when i needed it the most, i really needed to hear that. i cant help but smile when reading your words. i appreciate each of you.

the truth is, that anon text hit me like a knife to the chest. and i hate that it did. i hate that i let a random person make me feel sick about my own hobby, my own blog and everything i’ve ever shared here. but the thing is i’ve always felt this way. hesitant, always unsure if i even have the right to take up space here, i guess a lot of that comes from the friendships i used to have.

because ive always been that friend. the one who listens, who gives. who’s always there when someone needs to vent, to cry, to talk about their passions, struggles or random thoughts. and i never minded, i loved being there for people. but when i tried to share smth about me, it was always met with indifference. like what i had to say wasn’t worth anything. and after years of that, i started believing it myself. even now, posting this, i still feel awkward. like, it’s hard for me to even write this without thinking, should i delete this before anyone sees it? that’s where the anxiety comes from and it’s smth im still working through

so when that anon said what they did, it was like hearing all of my worst thoughts spoken out loud. as if they reached inside my brain, pulled out every insecurity i’ve ever had, and threw it right in my face. ive always felt like im being too annoying. i know i post a lot, but every time i cant help but feel so cringe about it. and i fight it because i dont like being constantly embarrassed for just being myself, but it’s exhausting.

so yeah, when i saw that message, i just felt so damn embarrassed about everything, like i was making a fool of myself this entire time and just didn’t realize it and i hate feeling that way.

and the part that really got to me was the comparison. it hurt more than anything, it made me feel like no matter how hard i try, ill never be enough, that all the effort, all the time, all the small moments of pride i let myself have were just misplaced. i know I’m not perfect, i know there are better writers, faster writers or just people who seem to create more interesting ideas or plots or describe characters way better, but i didnt mind? i mean i was just trying to find space where i can express myself without fear, but then that comparison just made me feel so sick of myself. like “oh look, they’re better, so mb you should just give up.” it made me feel like i don’t have the right to take up space here at all

its hard to explain, but that comparison just made me feel like i was less than

i wouldn’t say i’m a perfectionist, but i am very critical of my writing. i put a lot of effort into my stuff, especially since english isn’t my first language. it’s twice as hard to make sure my sentences are right, that i didn’t mess up the grammar, that i used the right words. and when you pour so much effort into smth and then someone just comes and shits all over it, it kills any desire to create or continue smth. makes you feel like maybe you shouldn’t create anything else. hell, i know that sounds dramatic, but that’s how it feels. and i hate that i’m letting this ruin smth i loved

and the part about taking too long to update... i don’t know what to say to that, i’m not a machine, i write when my brain lets me. when i have an idea, an image in my head, when i feel inspired. and i did have inspiration. i spent a whole week writing that last fic, actually enjoying the process, i felt proud of it, which is rare for me. excited to share it with people. and for what?

and the worst part is, i was planning to start posting my art too. i wanted to finally get out of my comfort zone, to share smth i’ve been afraid to share for so long. but if this is the kind of reaction i get for just writing, then what the hell is gonna happen when i post art? i blocked the last anon who sent me hate, so this is someone new then? meaning there’s two people now who actively dislike me enough to go out of their way to make sure i know. and i know, i know, i shouldn’t care about whether people like me or not. but fuck, it’s hard, i’m a professional overthinker, and unfortunately, i don’t think i’ll be quitting that job anytime soon.

i already had so much going on in my personal life. so much i was trying to get off my mind by being here, writing, sharing things that make me happy, talking with people. and then i open this app and see that, and suddenly it’s like, what’s even the point?

i know i’m being a sensitive crybaby. i hate to be this way. and i get that it’s the internet, and people can be jerks and assholes. but i REALLY don’t understand how much poison you have to have in yourself to send this hateful shit to a complete stranger. i just don’t get it. i’ve never left hate on anything, not even on stuff that isn’t for me. it just feels so pointless?

and as for the thing about Stan’s speech in my fics - im not american. english isn’t even my first language. and you have no idea how much effort it takes to get his voice even close to what it should be, he is one of the hardest characters for me to write. so fuck you, anon, you suck. genuinely

but... as much as that anon’s words gutted me, the kindness i received in response meant even more, it reminded me of why im here in the first place. to share things i love, to create, to talk with people who actually care. what im trying to say is thank you for making me feel less alone. i’m honestly just.. overwhelmed, in the best way. i was drowning in self-doubt, and your kindness and support pulled me out. i don’t take it for granted. i love all of you ♡♡ ive read all your messages, and ive never felt SO damn appreciated

[hvnsinureyes]

𝒾 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝒾𝑒𝒸𝑒𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝐼'𝓂 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊. . . | luka dončić

request | "jealous Luka.. cause I was thinking about it and it just fits him perfectly like idk why but if u could write a thing about it!!"

warnings | smut— orgasm denial, luka is a bit of a meanie (jealous but he loves u)

author’s note | i had a serious writer’s block but this vid really took me out of it (i need him carnally) if this is bad dont @ me

“you think that was funny?”

luka looks as he grinds you down on his cock, his fingers digging into your hips. he’s controlling the pace to what he thinks how it should be— good enough to make him feel good and to make you want more. he’s been going slow all night, quickening the pace just to fuck around and make you think he’s finally forgiven you.

that he’ll finally fuck you like you deserve, make you cum all over his cock.

“i’m talking to you, baby,” voice mocking as he reaches down to rub your clit. the touch practically burns you, making you scream as you finally feel more. close to the edge, just a little bit and you’ll finally— luka pulls away quickly, chuckling at your desperate whines. “hm? you gonna keep moaning like a whore or are you gonna answer me?” you jump, a hand roughly slapping your ass.

“y-yes!”

“yes you think it was funny?”

“no, i mean—“ you take a deep breath, pulling yourself upright. you can’t get tired now. “it’s not funny, i’m sorry. i’m so sorry, luka, please—“ in spite of your pleas, luka doesn’t care. not one bit. he just smiles, watching you crumble. “nah.” he says. “too late for that.”

“maybe next time, you’ll know better than to flirt with some random.”

the thing is, you did know better. luka wanted to go out and take you to the club with his teammates. normally, luka would care enough to have you by his side, but he was so preoccupied with them. barely talking to you, laughing and drinking the whole time. you didn’t even want to go in the first place! the least he could’ve done was make sure you were okay. it’s not your fault that another guy stepped up when he couldn’t.

whatever-his-name-was got you a drink and you just knew what to do next. honestly, he wasn’t cute or worth your time, but at that moment— you wanted luka to feel exactly how you did. lonely and jealous.

and it worked— a little too well. luka’s smile was wiped off his face as soon as he saw the two of you together. he didn’t hesitate to make himself known at all. he had his little temper tantrum, basically telling the guy to fuck off and find someone else to bother, and quickly dragged you back home.

you started to feel bad during the car ride home, watching luka’s jaw clench and fingers grip the wheel tightly, not saying a single word. it was silent and full of tension. he didn’t have to say much for you to know that you were in deep shit.

“luka, are you still mad?” you whisper, and he stayed quiet. the second time you asked, he looked over at you and… laughed. but there was no humor behind it, no. he knew he was gonna have fun tonight.

you on the other hand?

“you know what?” he looks up at you, with the same condensing smile from the car. “i think you should take control.” you pause at his words. no, no, please no. you can barely move your legs from all the shit he’s put you through. luka knows that, but doesn’t care. he slaps your ass, startling you. he knows what you’re thinking, and finds it funny, of course.

“i can’t, luka.” you whimper. “it’s too much.”

“oh you will, if you want to finish.” he makes a show of leaning back against the headboard, bringing his hands behind him as he watches you sat on his lap. “you wanna cum, hm?” you nod, sheepishly.

“start moving then.”

you look into his eyes, hoping for some spark of mercy in his eyes, but his baby blues are clouded with determination. you really aren’t getting out of this. with all your might, you raise your hips up and down on his cock, moaning softly. it’s barely fast or coordinated— just messy and intentional. you’re doing whatever you can to feel good, angling your hips to hit that one spot over and over again.

luka’s trying to hold back, you can tell. acting unfazed, even though your wet pussy is gripping him tight— he groans when you squeeze around him, watching your tits fall up and down as you struggle to take him. your knees are aching from digging them into the bed, but you’re at a point where you just don’t care anymore.

you’re so close again, fucking yourself on his cock frantically as heat swells up within you. you throw your head back, finally having a taste of heaven as—

luka pulls you off of him. again.

he doesn't care for any of your whines or desperate pleas, that infuriating smile never leaving his face as he watches your tears fall from the overstimulation of it all. like the jerk he is, his lips brush against your cheek, kissing away your tears, before pulling back to meet your gaze. “i love you, i really do.” his words send a flutter through your chest, the way he gently caresses your cheek, followed by another kiss on your lips— makes you almost believe he’ll show mercy. almost.

you almost forget that luka can be so so cruel.

“but you’re delusional if you think i’m gonna let you cum that easily. on your knees. now.”

it’s going to be a very long night.

[nerdgirlbutinpink]

PLEASEE DONT HATE ME, this took longer to put out then expected! i had a busy weekend ;)

but here it is!! so please enjoy!!

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 | 𝗷𝗼𝗮𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝘅 𝗚𝗡!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: i’m not sure there’s really any, but just overall a very apologetic y/n

𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲

𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝘂𝘀𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗮𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗮 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿!

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you don’t sleep much that night.

joaquin’s words play on repeat in your head, each syllable weighted with something heavy—disappointment, exhaustion, maybe even the beginnings of goodbye. and you can’t blame him.

you’ve been pushing him away. making excuses. acting like you’re too busy for the one person who’s always made time for you.

by the time morning comes, you’ve made up your mind.

you’re going to fix this.

⸻

you find him at the airbase, running maintenance on redwing. he doesn’t look up at first, too focused on tightening a bolt, but when he finally glances your way, his expression is unreadable.

“hey,” you say, softer than usual.

joaquin wipes his hands on a rag. “didn’t expect to see you here.” his voice is neutral, but there’s a tension in his shoulders that wasn’t there before.

“i know,” you admit. “i haven’t really…been showing up for you.”

his lips press into a thin line, like he’s trying to hold something back. “yeah,” he says finally. “you haven’t.”

that stings, but you deserve it.

you take a step closer. “i’m sorry, joaquin. i got so caught up in everything else that i—I didn’t realize how much i was pushing you away.”

his brows furrow. “then why are you here now?”

you swallow hard. “because i don’t want to lose you.”

silence stretches between you, thick with all the things left unsaid.

then, joaquin sighs, running a hand through his hair. “you don’t get to just say that and expect everything to be fine,” he says, but there’s no real bite to it. just exhaustion. just longing.

“i know,” you say. “but i want to do better. i will do better.”

joaquin studies you for a long moment, like he’s searching for something—proof, maybe. and then, finally, his expression softens.

“okay,” he says, voice barely above a whisper.

you exhale, relief washing over you like a tide.

joaquin shakes his head, a small smirk creeping onto his lips. “you really had me thinking i was about to get dumped, coming in here all serious.”

you let out a breathy laugh. “not a chance.”

he steps closer, just enough that you can see the warmth returning to his eyes. “good. ‘cause i wasn’t ready to let you go either.”

and when he leans in—slow, careful, like he’s giving you a chance to pull away—you don’t.

you meet him halfway.

and for the first time in a long time, you feel like you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.

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a/n: there it is! THE part two! i hope you enjoyed it as much i enjoyed writing it!

joaquin torres taglist: @jupeyily @kekwria @sophreakingfunny @strawberrynouis @writermai05

[heartz4levi]

hey vro....me again(^^; i know, i come back with another one too soon.....but your writing is too delicious...

anwww i want to make a req, if that isnt obvious :3.. ivantill + malereader poly:333 i picked malereader cuz i personally see ivan as a canonically gay character...hope you dont mind (<_<;) till is my bisexual king tho:3 depends on you if you wanna make it sfw or nsfw, im not picky...im just gay.....

sorrie i think i yap too much, anw thanks for your time luv:3 take care, remember that you value!♡

-🫐anon

make you fall in love, like a choir sings !

☆ thinking abt ivantill + reader poly hcs . . .

☆ ivan (alnst) ,, till (alnst) ,, male reader . . sfw + nsfw ,, literally every genre under the sun is included in this one work ,, insecurity talk ,, some people hate but ivantill and reader are thriving ,, everyone is a switch ,, i push the ivan freak in the sheets agenda as per usual ,, attempted passionate love making turns into reader and ivantill devouring each other (figuratively not literally).

there is no such thing as a boring day in the household you live in with ivan and till.

the chaos starts early in the morning. ivan is the one who tends to wake up first, but he never lets neither you nor till get out of bed until he's spent enough time waking up and cuddling you two simultaneously (as if you haven't been trapped in his arms the entire night).

till does protest and tries to squirm his way out of bed, however the success rate is low. ivan isn't letting go of him and you're not helping, which leaves till a huffing and puffing grump almost every morning.

whenever ivan doesn't feel an overwhelming need to slow down your shared mornings, he gets out of bed and makes breakfast for the three of you, offering a pleasant start to your day.

the three of you are inseparable — even if all of you have work to attend to on a certain day, the evening will be spent relaxing at home while attached to each other like a bunch of leeches. till's social battery is drained and therefore won't say much nor will he really move from his spot. ivan is either yapping in your ear about what happened during his day or he'll be completely silent, playing with your hair.

on days where all of your schedules are clear, though, best believe the three of you are leaving the comfort of your home for once. there is no such thing as just you and till going out, or just you or ivan, or just them two. no! it's one for all and all for one. with your contrasting personalities that, surprisingly enough, don't clash, each and every date is something new and fun.

the three of you unabashedly match outfits, down to the accessories. they're not the kind of matching outfits that are nearly identical save for someone wears a skirt instead of pants or something, the kind of matching outfits you'd see generic couples on the street wear. but rather, they're outfits that showcase all of your personal styles while also complementing each other, whether it be through colors or patterns.

the three of you are head—turners for sure. charismatic, talented, handsome and a good sense of style? people can't decide if they want to be one of you or if they want to be with all of you.

well, that's the good side of being head—turners. of course, people who scowl when seeing two people of the same gender together or when seeing multiple people, regardless of the gender, together exist. unfortunately for them, you three tick both of those boxes. do you care though? nope!

if you begin to feel a little bit self—conscious because of the judgmental stares, ivan will be quick to comfort you via words and till will do his best to make you feel less worried as well via awkward pats on the back or on the crown of your head. he's not great with affection, but he's even worse when it comes to using his words.

the two of them never let you be under the weather. both of them are observant and will pick up on the little telltale signs right away. till's preferred method of lightening your spirits includes executing acts of service for you. that means preparing one of your favourite meals or desserts, bringing you snacks, silently handing you small trinkets that look so silly they'll put a smile on your face.

on the other hand, ivan is much more direct. if you're not aversed to physical touch he'll give you as many snuggles as you need until you're not so upset anymore, he'll talk to you and offer advice or sweet compliments.

you thought days with them were memorable? oh, but the nights you spend together sometimes..

have the three of you tried to engage in passionate love making before? yes, you have. did it always end up turning in rough, almost animalistic fucking because neither of you can conceal the pure desire you harbor for one another? again, yes.

ivan is open to anything and everything. total freak in bed. till isn't as fond of experimenting, preferring to stick to what he knows he likes. regardless of their differences, they both love you in such a way under the sheets that you feel like a lamb stuck inbetween two wolves — except the actual predator/prey concept isn't prominent. they're not claiming you.

they're not claiming you, they're openly displaying their love and adoration for you. till is the type to whisper praises into your ears, going on about how you're such a good, pliant boy for them while ivan loses himself in the warmth of your hole.

courtesy of ivan and his versatility, each night spent exploring each other's bodies incorporates a new element into your ever—changing routine of sorts. despite what you might think, it isn't that tough to coax till into trying something new out. just smother his face in kisses while ivan uses words to convince him and he'll be putty in both of your hands in no time!

you three have tried every bottom and top combination present on the face of this planet. ivan has ravaged and been ravaged, till gave into his desires in a selfish manner and has offered himself to you and your boyfriend in a stark, selfless contrast, you have done whatever you pleased with the two of them and have allowed yourself to become nothing but a hole for them to use or a dick for them to ride.

each session is intense. you're not the only one heaving and sweating once all of the collective energy in the room is depleted, don't worry.

still, no matter how exhausted you, ivan or till are, aftercare will always be prioritized. someone will get up, clean the mess you've made and then grab something fulfilling to eat and something hydrating to drink. no, falling asleep in each other's arms is not forgotten about. ivan always ends up pulling both you and till into his arms mid—slumber anyway.

[notbrucewayne48]

my gender is the only way that the batman because I was aroace by selling metanfetamine

I SWEAR THESE ARE THE WORDS THAT WERE SUGGESTED

omg my phone knows me too well but at the same time doesn't know how to make sentences that make sense

when i saw that it suggested the word selling, i instantly thought that putting meth after would be too good to be true, turns out my gender is destined to be 'meth seller'

aroace isn't even a word in my phone's dictionary, it always tries to correct me when i write it

Type "my gender is" on your phone and let your phone finish the sentence, then tag your moots to keep the chain going, I'll go first.

My gender is a little bit more intense than I thought I could have done

@mirukosbitchywife @get-junpeid

[tea-cat-arts]

Shen Yuan getting transported into pidw isn't "the system punishing him for being a lazy internet hater," but instead representative of "step 1 of the creative process: getting so mad at something you decide to go write your own fucking book" in this essay I will

[nordidia]

having a very rough night so raph doodles needed to be made

when in need, mash two interests together

[b1mbodoll]

gabi ‘m having thoughts about fairy!leehan. idk much abt fairy traps n things in the forest, jus’ that leehan would do whatever it takes to lure u into his realm so he can keep u forever and ever :( gets obsessed the moment he sees you out on a walk, twitches in his pants when you stray too close to his realm, dribbles pre all over his closed fist when you see the berries he enchanted just for you! he thinks you’re so naive :( anything could happen to you on these little strolls you take, you should be thanking him for always watching over you, protecting you. ur curiosity gets the better of you after passing his berry bush one too many times and u try one after an extensive google search to identity them. leehan grips his base to stop himself cumming seeing that juice staining your lips :( when the berries make you fall asleep, bind you to his realm and make you alllllll his, he carries you home. slicks his fingers up with honey and plays with every hole he can find, hooking his fingers behind the gummy insides of your cheeks, pinching and playing with your soft folds ‘til they slick up with something so sweet he wants to bottle it. gropes painfully hard to satisfy himself with the marks his rough touch leaves, abuses your skin with dark, blotchy bruises and drools all over you. jus’ imagine waking up covered in his spit and cum, all marked up by him :(( it’s all over your cheeks and eyelids, pooling in your belly button and every little divot in your pliant body leehan could find :( your nipples are so sore from his sharp teeth and he’s slobbering over your sensitive clit with his fingers curling experimentally in both holes :((( i don’t even know WHERE this idea came from but it’s haunting me it’s so hot and messy thinking abt being his little pet, having no choice but to let him experiment with your body while you sniffle and blubber about being stuck on his realm! jus’ imagine begging him to tell you how to leave and he looks up at you from between your thighs wide eyed n’ tells you maybe he’ll think about letting you go if you let him stick his cock into ur soft slick mouth and swallow his cum like a good little pet :(

pairings: leehan x f! reader

warnings: fairy! leehan + foodplay (the berry thing got me) + fingering + oral + squirting + somnophilia + monsterfucking (just in case)

💌: i think i’m going to pass out.. this is so delicious ‘m drooling

leehan’s cock throbs as he eyes the berry juice dribbling from your lips and down your chin, it stains your skin and the way your tongue darts out to lick the spillage makes him groan, his wings fluttering slightly behind him as lust clouds his mind.

it isn’t long before the enchantment takes its toll on your body; you grow sleepier, passing out soon after eating a handful of them and that’s when he makes his way over, admiring your beauty before taking advantage of the situation. he strips you of your clothing and it takes everything in him not to fuck into you immediately, it’s almost as if your wet cunt has him in a trance but he snaps out of it, wanting to use your body to play out his fantasies.

leehan kisses and licks your lips, moaning when the taste of sweet berries fills his mouth. he trails his tongue over your throat, stopping to suck hickeys onto the soft skin and he preens at the marks left behind, claiming you in his own way.

he kisses down your body, taking his time when he reaches your breasts, one of your nipples in his mouth as his fingers twist and pull the other, even palming your tit when he gets overwhelmed at the feeling. he’s never had the opportunity to touch a human like this and he’ll be damned if he doesnt explore every inch of your body.

the fairy grabs one of the fruits and bites into it, allowing for its juices to drip onto your pussy; drool slips from his mouth as well, a mixture of juice and spit making a mess of your hole.

he presses the berry against your folds, pushing and dragging it to spread the sweetness over your pretty cunt, eager to find out how you’d taste. lithe fingers make their way into your empty hole, coated in the wetness and leehan curls them inside of you, manipulating your body however he pleases.

the feeling of your walls clamping down on the digits is enough to drive leehan crazy, pulling them out and bringing them up to his mouth, cleaning his fingers of your arousal and you taste better than he could’ve ever imagined, swiping his tongue from knuckle to fingertip, savoring the flavor.

he grunts in annoyance when his fingers are free of the remnants, spreading your hole before eating you out; his nose bumps your clit as he pushes his face deeper between your thighs, tongue delving between your folds and slurping audibly to collect every bit of your mixed juices as he can.

despite being unconscious, your body reacts on its own; the pleasure causing you to subconsciously tighten your thighs and clench around his tongue. you whine softly as moans escape leehan and the vibrations are felt on your clit, sleepily tossing and turning the closer you get to your orgasm.

leehan thinks there’s absolutely no way he could ever set you free; not after tasting your cunt mixed with the berry. the taste on his fingers is nothing compared to the one straight from the source and his eagerness to make you cum sends you tumbling over the edge, your release painting his pretty face when you squirt for him.

hm, seems like you’d the perfect human pet after all.

[angelmachines]

teru & socialization

i've posted about this before but something ive been thinking about a LOT is mp100's themes of loneliness (and eventual connections). i think this is an aspect of teru's character (in particular) that gets left out because it's not as explicit but i've been wanting to do a deep dive on it for a while and i finally sat down to do it. just a warning, this post is gonna be LONG.

these two panels are from chapter 16 of the manga (which i'm using for my evidence because i. dont want to scrub through the anime LOL). initial sentiment: teru uses his powers to cheat having friends/a good social life and wouldn't have that if he tried earnestly. this is a fair interpretation of the scene. with what we know, at this point of time (as in within the teru-mob fight) teru would not be able to connect with other people earnestly, due to his mindset. which i think is a fair interpretation, HOWEVER:

(from chapter 17 ^^) the first panel shows teru's expression to be strained and the second is visibly unhappy. this puts the first set of panels into a different context, that maybe underneath all of this, teru doesn't WANT any of this life that he's built. keep in mind that i'm analyzing this with teru's possible autistic tendencies in mind & you dont have to believe he's autistic, im not your dad, but i do find this a pretty meaningful indication of masking if he were

(note: yes, the strain can definitely be read as comp-het, and i would agree but that's not relevant so go read this post on that instead)

even if the rest of these panels show teru content with his life, i think these expressions are pretty vital to how we read his life especially because we know so little of it. think about it, if you were a kid desperate for affection because you couldn't get it anywhere else, especially not in a way that would come off as "mature" or "unaffected", wouldn't you also look for validation in your popularity? even if it aligned you with people who you consider fundamentally different to you? my point here is that teru can't not stand out-- it's in his nature-- and we are shown how he tries to blend in & receive attention in the only way possible to him; which is to say that he molds himself into something that is palatable, likeable, and superior to other people. if he's nothing, like mob, he has spent his entire life covering up for it. if he fails socially, like mob, he has to be good at everything (even if he cheats to do so) so that everyone else can look past it.

(side note for my teru angst enjoyers: this is a panel of his mom. the mom who he hasn't seen in years. doesn't it make sense that, if he hasn't heard his mom say he's proud of him for literal years, that he would overachieve in response? not related to the autism thing i just have the teru bug. also don't be misogynistic in my notes both his parents suck we just get a singular mention of his mom)

so if teru couldn't meaningfully have friends before mob, that could very easily be because of his past mindset, right?

...except, we don't.. really... see him make other friends afterwards.

but, the awakening lab, right?

(ok i lied to you sorry there is one anime screenshot and thats because it stood out to me while i rewatched it earlier this month. sorry.) id like to bring attention to this screenshot during the cultural festival because the awakening lab can definitely be seen as a direct contradiction of this and i'd like to point out a couple things:

1) in this scene the shiratori brothers are in another room 2) them and the other three are friends with ritsu (or at least close enough acquaintances to want to see him).

considering this is one of the only times they appear together for Fun i am more inclined to believe this is an encounter where they went together because they all would've gone separately anyway. this isn't to discount the possible bond that these characters might have, but thats the thing. we... aren't really shown that they're friends and enjoy spending time together outside of this screenshot, where two out of six of the members are not even present. not to mention that teru is still placing himself in a role separate from his peers. despite stripping the superiority away, teru is still the awakening lab's mentor, not friend. teru still views himself as fundamentally different in a context where his psychic powers don't make him that way.

...except with mob. i bring this placement of power up because where he is the awakening lab's mentor, teru declares mob to be his rival, or, in other words, teru is just like him. he is accepting that mob and him are the same. (and if we view mob from an autistic lens... so on and so forth)

as if to hammer in that point even further-- in the summer vacation omake, teru explicitly states that "summer break is just a super long, super boring stretch of alone time." i'm not sure of the timeline here, but guessing from the hair, we're at least post season 1. which gives us explicit confirmation here that teru is spending the break alone despite his relationship to the awakening lab. his connection to mob is a lifeline here because mob is one of the only people who can intuitively understand teru's isolation without judgment

(also, on that point of teru's autistic tendencies: teru does and says a LOT of things that would raise other peoples eyebrows and doesn't seem to notice.

here we get teru actively admitting to his home life, right in front of reigen, WHO COULD CALL CHILD SERVICES ON HIM? this genuinely made me rethink this character entirely. teru's filter is... minimal. he isn't constantly volunteering information and generally minds his own business, but if you ask? Well.

teru is a social person, but to say he is proficient in understanding social situations seems... wrong. teru views his loneliness as boring because, despite being fairly open, does not actually allow himself to think about his own feelings and how they affect him. this loneliness is boring because he doesn't have enough of a reference to realize its not

if we are taking pre-mob teru to be a version of himself who is masking, or at the very least someone who is faking a lot of stuff in a less autistic sense, the fight with mob changes teru to the point where he no longer hides himself. in the same way that mob was able to shake teru's fragile superiority complex i think the change in appearance marks the end of the self teru had built up. from this point on we see him become a lot more... Him. his appearance and his fashion choices are, presumably, completely normal to him and we get no indication that he believes otherwise despite the reactions it gets-- which is... well, i wouldn't be writing this post if i thought it was one of his most neurotypical traits.

in fact, he seems... pretty oblivious to what other people think of him. which is an interesting distinction to make considering the intelligence we Know he possesses (which is not to say that you are unintelligent if you don't pick up on social cues, just that its common for media to depict it that way.) these traits are made pointedly, even if unintentionally, separate, ESPECIALLY when you note the amount of characters who Do ruminate on or stare at teru's appearance.

some examples. i don't even think this is all of it-- case in point.)

[starii-void]

currently thinking about the mortality of the lmk gang

Wukong is immortal, he'll eventually outlive all his friends, again. even if they reincarnate, it won't be the same. the world keeps moving, but he's the one constant. is this what he wanted when he sought out immortality?

Macaque has a long lifespan. he might end up gaining immortality with Wukong too, but that just means he'll outlive the others too. he's died once and is scared of it. but he has to watch his friends fall to it one by one.

MK doesn't know what'll happen to him. is he immortal like the other monkeys? is he more mortal? does he even age? at what rate? does he even want to be immortal?

Pigsy, Sandy and Mei might have a longer lifespan, what with the dragon/monster heritage, but they're still mortal. they still age. Pigsy and Sandy are older than the others. sandy's accepted it. pigsy doesn't want to leave his son behind. mei doesn't want to leave her brother behind.

Tang is fully human. he may have inherited the great monk's powers, but he is still fully human, flesh and bone. he's older than MK and Mei, too. he's the only one that has a confirmed lifespan. they all know it'll happen eventually.

[nomstellations]

the vore community has been, and will continue to be a place that is unsafe for both minors and victims of any form of abuse or grooming suffered within it. people have proven time and time again that they will refuse to acknowledge or in fact, violently defend abusers for any reason they can cook up because they do not want to face the consequences of doing so- all people want to do is consume vore content thoughtlessly and if ignoring their favorite artist's grooming allegations means they can do it, then so be it. ignorance is bliss- that's why so many blogs around here are still firmly in the "i don't care who interacts with me!!" boat if it means they don't have to think about it. believe it or not, you have to think about your actions in a kink space even if you don't see it as one.

you can't just excuse away the harm you're enabling with "i didn't know," or "i don't want to talk about that, i just wanna vibe and look at pictures of people eating each other!" that is still enabling, that is still causing harm, and that's just proving to hurt people that there's no one they can trust and when it comes down to it, no one will stick up for them when they open up about the things they've suffered. it's always the victims who are wrong for standing up for themselves or calling attention to people that have been or are still doing harm (especially if they aren't cordial and nonthreatening in the way they talk about it, even though they have every right to be upset), because there's no way your favorite artist could do something bad! their art is too good! their writing is too well-done to be made by someone bad! so it must be them who's wrong, because the abuser said so and the victim was mean! why don't we all attack the victim for daring to open up and nitpick how they did it, because surely that is what prevents people from being hurt! ignore how nobody's actually done any of these things, btw (and if they did, they get ignored immediately).

at worst, these people are callous and cruel and are abusers themselves. at best, these people are enabling harm to be perpetuated because they don't want to acknowledge it. or they're too scared to be dogpiled too, or whatever other reason there is. this culture this community fosters needs to die out or people will continue to be used and abused.

this blog will never come off hiatus. not while this place and people i used to admire and trust continue to prove themselves to be the kinds of people that will justify the sexual abuse i endured for years in this community.

[rambrandt-the-painter]

i hate reading and im checking mariam webster to figure out how to use punctuation marks but im still writing weirdly artful furry porn.

never give up on your dreams!!!!