#it's Nayeon like???.

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[seoltzuki]

Taste

nayeon x gn reader

fluff, suggestive, not proofread

ice cream, love, running, kissing, tasting

“Think we can make it back home without the ice cream melting?” you ask, nudging Nayeon gently. She doesn’t respond right away, her eyes fixed on the colorful menu of the ice cream place, lips slightly parted as she contemplates the array of flavors.

“Nayeon,” you repeat, a little louder this time.

“Hmm?” She finally looks at you, her expression a mix of confusion and amusement. “Did you say something?”

You sigh, shaking your head with a grin. “I asked if you think we can make it back home without the ice cream melting.”

Nayeon glances back at the menu, then at you. “I think I want to try a new flavor,” she says with a big, playful smile. “I’ll get cheesecake.”

You groan at her lack of response to your question and already knowing where this is headed. “You always say that, and you end up not liking it and begging for my ice cream. Just get hazelnut, your favorite.”

She pouts playfully. “But what if this time is different?”

“You always say that,” you huff. “Promise you won’t steal mine?”

“Sure, sure,” she says, clicking her tongue and pulling you closer. “Now let’s get these cones and race back.”

After making your selections and paying, you’re both dashing out of the shop, ice cream cones in hand. The late afternoon sun casts long shadows on the pavement, and the heat is tangible, making the cool treats in your hands even more precious. The thrill of the impromptu race adds a spark of excitement, a playful competition that brings a rush of joy to your hearts.

Nayeon’s laughter, bright and infectious, echoes in the warm air as she pulls ahead slightly, her hair flying behind her in the golden light. Every glance back she throws at you carries a mischievous grin, her eyes twinkling with delight.

“Come on, slowpoke!” she teases, her voice light and full of love, challenging you to keep up with her.

You pick up the pace, your feet pounding against the pavement as you try to close the gap between you. The ice cream starts to drip, little drops of sweetness running down your fingers, but you don’t mind. In this moment, the world seems to narrow down to just the two of you: the sun warming your skin, the sound of her laughter filling your ears, and the cool, sweet treat in your hand.

As you draw closer to home, you feel a mix of triumph and relief. Breathless and sticky with melted ice cream, you finally catch up to her, matching her stride for stride. By the time you reach the front door, it feels like a small victory.

“We made it,” you say triumphantly, holding up your half-eaten cone.

Nayeon grins, a smudge of vanilla on her nose, her eyes sparkling with happiness. “Barely,” she laughs, breathless and glowing. “But it was worth it.”

You unlock the door and step inside, the cool air of the house a welcome relief. You turn to Nayeon, who’s already wiping the melted ice cream from her fingers. You grab a paper towel and gently clean the vanilla smudge from her nose, the simple act bringing a smile to her face.

She blushes, her eyes softening as she leans in and kisses you lightly. “Thanks,” she murmurs.

You pull her into a hug, feeling the sticky sweetness of the moment in every sense. “Anytime, beautiful... Let’s take these out,” you suggest, leading the way to the sliding glass doors.

Stepping onto the balcony, you both settle onto the cushioned couch, the city skyline spread out before you. The setting sun casts a warm, golden glow over everything, the sky a canvas of pinks and oranges. You take a seat next to Nayeon, and she snuggles up against you, her head resting on your shoulder.

“This is perfect,” she murmurs, taking a lick of her cheesecake ice cream. “I don’t think I could ask for anything more, baby,”

You smile, watching the sun dip lower in the sky. “I agree.”

As you finish your ice cream, you notice Nayeon eyeing your empty cone.

“Can I have a taste?” she asks, a teasing glint in her eye.

You feign annoyance, rolling your eyes dramatically. “I knew you were going to ask, Nayeon! It’s too late. I already ate the whole thing.”

She moves closer, her thumb gently brushing over your lower lip. “No, I want to taste it from here, baby,” she says softly, her voice low.

You raise an eyebrow, your heart skipping a beat. “From my lips?” you clarify, bashful.

Nayeon nods, her gaze intense. “From your lips.”

Before you can say anything more, she pulls you into her lap, her lips capturing yours in a slow, deliberate kiss. The remnants of the ice cream’s sweetness linger on your tongues as they dance together, the taste mingling with the warmth and passion of the kiss. Her hands move up to cradle your face, fingers threading through your hair as she deepens the kiss, her body pressing intimately against yours.

You respond eagerly, wrapping your arms around her neck and pulling her closer, the ice cream cones forgotten on the table beside you. The world narrows down to just the two of you: the sensation of her lips moving against yours, the softness of her skin, and the intoxicating mix of her scent and the lingering sweetness of the ice cream.

Her tongue lightly brushes against your lower lip, seeking entrance, and you part your lips to welcome her. The kiss grows more passionate, more urgent, as you explore each other’s mouths, tasting, teasing, and savoring every moment. Her hands slide down to your lower back, then your ass, pulling you even closer, eliminating any remaining space between you.

You can feel the heat rising between you, the intensity of the kiss igniting a fire within. You press her back against the cushioned couch, your hands roaming over her body, feeling the curve of her waist, the softness of her hips. She responds with a soft moan, her fingers now digging into your thighs, urging you on.

Breaking the kiss for a moment, you both gasp for air, your foreheads resting together as you catch your breath.

“I’ve wanted this all day,” Nayeon whispers, her breath hot against your lips.

You nod, unable to find the words to express how much you wanted this too. Instead, you kiss her again, more deeply, more passionately, pouring all your feelings into the kiss. Your hands move up to cradle her face, thumbs brushing over her cheeks as you lose yourself in the sensation of being so close to her.

She whispers your name between kisses, each lock of lips becoming more fervent, more demanding. You trail kisses down her neck, savoring the taste of her skin, her scent enveloping you as she tilts her head back, giving you better access.

“You’re driving me crazy, you know that?” she murmurs, her voice breathless.

You smile against her skin, feeling a rush of satisfaction. “Good,” you reply, your voice equally breathless. “Because you’re driving me crazy too.”

She pulls you closer, her hands gripping your shoulders as her kisses become more insistent, her need evident in every touch. You respond in kind, your kisses growing hungrier, more urgent.

Nayeon shifts beneath you, her body pressing more firmly against yours. You can feel her heart racing, matching the rapid beat of your own. Your lips travel from her neck to her collarbone, leaving a trail of soft, lingering nips that make her shiver in your arms. Her fingers weave through your hair, holding you close.

“My pretty- fuck- baby! Don’t stop,” she breathes, oh so needily.

You have no intention of stopping. You kiss your way back up to her lips, capturing them once more in a searing kiss. Her hands move restlessly over your back, your shoulders, anywhere she can reach, as if she can’t get enough of your touch.

You finally break the kiss, both of you breathless and flushed, your foreheads resting together as you share a quiet moment of intimacy. Nayeon’s eyes are half-closed, her swollen lips parted, a soft smile playing on her face.

“I love you,” she whispers, her voice full of emotion.

You smile, your heart swelling with love and happiness. “I love you too.”

As you both catch your breath, your bodies still entwined, you whisper mischievously, “Did you get a good enough taste?”

Nayeon’s pupils are blown wide, sparking with love and lust as she gazes at you. “Only a little,” she breathes, her fingers trailing lightly down your chest. Then she leans in closer, her breath hot against your ear. “There’s something else I’d like to have a better taste of.”

Her words send a shiver down your spine, as she gently bites your earlobe, making you whine. Without another word, you lean in to capture her lips in another passionate kiss, your own teeth tugging at her lower lip.

"Let’s have a better taste in bed then."

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