#lesserafim sakura miyawaki

[i03won]

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[littleprinces]

Dirty Little Secret

Miyawaki Sakura x Male Reader

Stepcest

Anal Sex

I'd been sneaking into the house next door for weeks now, my cock aching for Sakura, my stepsister. She was a petite Japanese girl, her brown hair cascading down to her waist, her almond-shaped eyes always curious and inviting. At 26, she was a legal temptation, and I couldn't resist her any longer.

One evening, I found her in the bathroom, soaking in the tub. Her eyes widened in surprise, then a sly smile spread across her lips. "You shouldn't be here, big brother," she teased, her voice like silk.

"I couldn't stay away, Sakura," I growled, my cock already tenting my pants. "You're fucking irresistible."

She bit her lower lip, her eyes flicking to my bulge. "What are you going to do about it?"

I didn't need to be told twice. I was on my knees beside the tub in an instant, my hands cupping her small, firm breasts. Her nipples hardened under my touch, and she gasped, her back arching slightly.

"Fuck, Sakura, you're so goddamn sexy," I muttered, my thumbs brushing over her nipples. She moaned, her head tilting back, giving me access to her neck. I took the invitation, my lips and tongue exploring her soft skin, my hands never leaving her perky tits.

Her hands found their way into my hair, guiding me, encouraging me. I moved lower, my hands trailing down her sides, her stomach, until I reached her pussy. She was shaved, her lips smooth and inviting. I ran a finger along her slit, feeling her wetness.

"Oh, fuck shithh" she moaned, her hips bucking slightly. "More, please."

I obliged, slipping a finger inside her. She was tight, her pussy gripping my finger like a vice. I added another, scissoring them, stretching her. She moaned louder, her hips moving in rhythm with my fingers.

"Fuck me, big brother," she panted. "I need your cock."

I stood, unbuckling my pants, freeing my cock. It sprang out, hard and ready. She reached out, her small hand wrapping around my shaft. She stroked me, her thumb brushing over the head, spreading the pre-cum.

"Fuck, Sakura," I groaned. "You're going to make me cum."

She smiled, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. "Not yet," she said, her voice sultry. "I want you to fuck me first."

I didn't need to be told twice. I grabbed her hips, lifting her out of the tub. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck. I lowered her onto my cock, her pussy stretching to accommodate me.

"Fuck, you're so big," she moaned, her head thrown back. "Fuck me, big brother. Fuck me hard."

I did as I was told, slamming into her, my hips moving in a steady rhythm. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the bathroom, our moans and groans mixing with it. She was tight, her pussy gripping my cock like a glove.

"Harder," she panted, her nails digging into my back. "Fuck me harder."

I obliged, my thrusts becoming more forceful. She moaned louder, her body tensing as she came, her pussy contracting around my cock. I kept fucking her, my cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy.

"Turn around," I growled, pulling out of her. "I want to fuck your ass."

She complied, turning around and bending over the tub. I ran a finger over her asshole, feeling her shiver. I spit on my finger, rubbing it over her hole, preparing her. She moaned, pushing back against my finger.

"Fuck me, big brother," she begged. "Fuck my ass. Make my ass yours"

I replaced my finger with my cock, pushing into her asshole. She was tight, her ass gripping my cock like a vice. I pushed in slowly, giving her time to adjust. She moaned, her body tensing, then relaxing as I bottomed out.

"Fuck, Sakura," I groaned. "Your ass is so fucking tight."

I started to move, my hips thrusting slowly at first, then faster as she moaned louder. I reached around, my fingers finding her clit. I rubbed it, my fingers moving in time with my thrusts. She moaned louder, her body tensing as she came again.

"Cum in my ass, big brother," she panted. "Breed my ass."

I couldn't hold back any longer. I came, my cock pulsing as I filled her ass with my cum. I pulled out, my cock still hard. She turned around, her eyes on my cock.

"Clean me up," I ordered, my voice hoarse.

She dropped to her knees, her tongue darting out to lick my cock clean. She took me into her mouth, her lips and tongue working in tandem to clean every last drop of cum from my cock.

"Fuck, Sakura," I groaned, my hands fisting her hair. "You're so fucking good at that."

She pulled back, her eyes meeting mine. "I want more."

[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ CARMEN kim chaewon x reader

❀ ͘ ⴰ previous chapters | richgirl ⭢ that girl (she’s delicious) ⭢ idon’t smoke ⭢ pretty when you cry ⭢ homesick ⭢ super rich kids ⭢ girl, so confusing ⭢ consume (bonus) ⭢ take your mask off

↳ warnings richgirl!yn, more sakura and yn focus on this chapter, angst, flashbacks, guilt, a lot of confusion, over working, mentions of fainting, mentions of not eating, arguments, guilt, alcohol

it had been exactly a week since the girls stayed at the moons' humble home, and things had taken a strange turn, really strange.

yn returned to the dorms a couple of days later, though this time, she didn’t have much of a choice. their comeback preparations were in full swing, and her absence wasn’t an option.

but ever since their visit to yn’s family home, something felt… off. it wasn’t anything anyone could point out directly, but the shift in the air was undeniable. with everyone back together, practicing and prepping for the comeback, the strange energy became even more apparent.

yet, no one mentioned it. it was as though everyone had silently agreed to ignore the unsettling vibe that lingered between them, as if pretending it didn’t exist might make it go away.

no one noticed.

except sakura.

the first thing sakura noticed was how frazzled chaewon seemed after leaving the moon house. she had gone back to grab her phone and returned looking visibly shaken. when sakura asked what was wrong, chaewon brushed it off with a shake of her head.

the next thing she noticed was yunjin. normally the one to eagerly join in on chaewon’s rants about yn, yunjin had suddenly become... quieter. she didn’t even want to hear it anymore, shutting down conversations with comments like, "let’s just focus on this," or, "it’s really not that serious." it was strange, yunjin had always been vocal when it came to their shared thoughts about yn.

well, all of them except for kazuha, sakura thought.

but now, it seemed like yunjin was distancing herself from anything related to yn, actively changing the subject whenever her name came up. sakura couldn’t fathom what could have caused the sudden shift. what happened at the moon house that had made yunjin so... different?

sakura didn’t know where she found the courage, but she finally asked yunjin what was going on with her. the younger girl’s response was short and cryptic, “we’re a group, we should act like it.”

whatever that means.

you see, sakura had worked incredibly hard to get to where she was now, and she continued to push herself every single day. that was her problem with yn.

yn was the embodiment of having it easy. the brand deals, the fans, the love, it all seemed to fall into her lap without much effort. sometimes, it looked like she didn’t even have to try. she just had it, effortlessly shining in a way that made it hard to look away.

sakura liked to call her teruhashi. whenever yn asked what she meant by that, sakura would just laugh it off, shaking her head like it was some inside joke yn wouldn’t understand.

so yeah, sakura felt like she had every right to feel the way she did about yn. everyone in the group had put in years of hard work to get here, sacrificing everything to make it. and then came her—this rich girl whose dad conveniently got shares in the company, who was plopped into the group last minute before debut, only to become the most popular member overnight.

it wasn’t fair.

the room was filled with heavy breaths, the squeak of sneakers against the floor, and the steady rhythm of the music.

"one, two, three, four, all the girls are—"

"sakura, straighten your arms. make sure your lines are clean," the choreographer called out, scanning the group. "actually, all of you— wait, yn, come here."

they gestured for yn to step forward before turning back to the others. "this. this is exactly how you should be doing it."

"can you demonstrate?" the choreographer asked, turning to yn.

all eyes were on her now.

she stood there, unfazed, wearing bedazzled sunglasses so dark it was a mystery if she could even see. paired with baggy pink sweatpants, a top that barely passed as a shirt, more like a bikini top and, of all things, a pair of low moon boots.

what the hell is she wearing? chaewon had muttered under her breath when they left the dorm that morning and how does someone where that and still look good yn did, gosh she was a mess, a mess who was still the best in the room.

she unpaused the music, and immediately, yn started moving.

yn was versatile. no matter what concept was thrown at them, she adapted effortlessly, slipping into each one like it was made for her. sakura wasn’t going to lie, she had to mentally prepare every time they switched concepts, had to push herself to embody something new.

so watching yn do it so easily… it always made her feel a certain way.

like now.

the choreographer clapped after yn finished the part she instructed her to do, “that’s exactly how I want you guys to do it, keep your eyes on yn for now on.”

sakura kept her eyes on yn the whole time, noticing how the girl didn’t seem all that pleased with the choreographer’s praise.

why was that? if it were her, she’d be basking in it.

“yn you can go back, let’s start from the top.”

the rest of practice was a disaster, not in terms of their dancing, but the energy in the room. it didn’t feel like teamwork. it felt like competition.

sakura didn’t just want to match yn’s movements. she wanted to surpass them, but she couldn’t and that was the problem.

sighs of relief filled the room as the girls took sips of water, exhaustion settling in while they packed up their things.

sakura slung her bag over her shoulder, ready to leave, when she noticed something, yn was the only one who hadn’t packed up yet.

she stood alone in the corner, quietly sipping water from the dispenser, as if in no rush to leave.

sakura wasn’t the only one who noticed.

she watched as kazuha’s gaze landed on yn, her brows furrowing as she said something to her. whatever it was, sakura couldn’t make it out over the chatter of the other girls.

her curiosity only grew when kazuha suddenly shook her head, turning away from yn and heading back toward the group.

"let’s go," she muttered, not looking back.

"wait, wait, what’s up with yn?" sakura asked as the rest of the girls filed out of the room.

kazuha let out an annoyed sigh. "she’s staying to practice more. said she’ll be home in an hour, but knowing her, that probably means tomorrow."

"hasn’t she done enough?" sakura scoffed. "she already embarrassed us today. does she even realize we’re supposed to be on the same level?"

if yn wanted to be that good, maybe she should’ve just been a soloist.

kazuha opened her mouth to respond, but she just let out a sigh and shook her head.

most nights, sakura was the first to head to bed or at least the first to retreat to her room.

but not tonight.

it was nearly 1 a.m., and instead of sleeping, she sat on the couch, mindlessly watching netflix, barely paying attention to the time.

she flinched at the sound of the front door creaking open, instinctively pulling her blanket tighter around herself.

she had just finished a horror movie and was already onto the next so this was definitely not an ideal situation.

sloppy foot steps was heard making her furrow her eyebrows until it hit her, yn.

yn came into view, the sunglasses she had worn earlier now gone, revealing tired, red rimmed eyes. an oversized sweater hung loosely over her frame, swallowing her up.

she stumbled slightly as she walked through the entryway, one hand reaching out to the wall for support.

"yn?" sakura called out, her voice laced with confusion.

yn looked up at her, her eyes barely open. when she saw sakura, they widened in surprise. "um..." she mumbled, unsure of how to respond.

“I thought you came back hours ago, were you still practicing?” sakura questioned, yn’s whole body language setting alarms in her head, “how did you even get back?”

“it was one of my family’s drivers. It doesn’t matter what time, it's their job." yn mumbled, her words barely audible as she completely avoided sakura’s eyes.

"that sounds pretty privileged," sakura scoffed, her tone sharp with disbelief.

"it was either that, or I would’ve passed out with no one around to help." yn snapped back, her words laced with frustration.

"huh?" sakura muttered, finally noticing the hospital bracelet wrapped around yn’s wrist. "yn... were you just at the hospital?"

"what does it look like?" the younger girl shot back, heading toward the kitchen without a second glance.

sakura followed her without hesitation. “what? how? why?”

yn opened the fridge and grabbed a cold water bottle. “you know, the usual, undereating, overworking.”

“the usual?” sakura echoed, disbelief creeping into her voice.

yn let out a heavy sigh, leaning against the counter. “why do you even care?”

"because one of my members was just in the hospital, didn’t contact any of us, and then just casually calls it the usual?"sakura shot back, her frustration clear, “why would I not care?”

"because it is the usual. not my fault you haven’t noticed," yn shot back, her voice tinged with irritation. "and why would you not care? because you haven’t before, sue me."

sakura let out a frustrated sigh. "yn... this is different. this is important. this is your health."

yn shook her head, taking another sip from her water bottle. "it really isn’t different. with all the stuff you say about me, all the things you probably think about me, why on earth would you care about this?"

“yn-”

"well, since you’ve gotten me started, I guess I should finish, right?" yn cut her off, taking another sip of water, her movements sluggish like someone trying to sober up. "you know, you were probably the one who hurt me the most." after chaewon of course but she wasn’t going to say that out loud.

sakura furrowed her brow, confusion flooding her expression as yn continued. "I mean, you’re the older, motherly one who takes care of everyone... but you never even batted an eye at me. so, sorry for being freaked out right now by you suddenly caring."

the words hit sakura like a punch to the gut. she felt a sharp pang in her chest, she didn’t know how to respond.

"and when I found out you and chaewon were former idols, I thought, great, I have someone older who can guide me through this crazy industry," yn rambled, her voice thick with frustration. "but I guess I’m just too rich and perfect for that. instead, I had you laughing along with everyone else while old men belittled me."

sakura opened her mouth, but no words came out. it felt like everything yn said was just pouring out, and she was left speechless.

yn leaned further against the counter, taking another sip of water, and sakura couldn't shake the thought, was that even water?

"maybe it’s just me being dumb and craving that mother figure but it was such a shock for me," yn continued, "because when I was at sm, the girls I was with took care of me so well. you know aespa, right? you probably know I was supposed to debut with them?"

sakura nodded, her mind numb, her stomach sinking. guilt consumed her, she felt sick.

“yn-”

"did you also know I was forced out of the lineup because of my father?" yn’s words were laced with venom, and sakura flinched, the sharpness stinging her more than she expected. "I don’t want to be in this group as much as you don’t want me here."

"yn-"

"I have a question for you, unnie," yn said, dragging out "unnie" with a mocking tone. "do you hate me, or is it your insecurities getting the best of you?"

sakura was speechless. yn was right. yn was rich, pleasant, and constantly praised, yet that was just the surface, what sakura had seen from the outside. she didn’t know the full story, but the proof was standing right in front of her.

sakura wanted to be her in some ways, and that desire had only gotten in the way of building a connection with her.

"yn… I-"

"what’s going on?" chaewon’s voice broke through the tension, rubbing her eyes tiredly as she stepped into the kitchen. "I heard noise—what the hell, did you just get here?" her words were aimed at yn, who just shook her head, walking past chaewon and down the hall.

sakura’s gaze lingered down the hall where yn had disappeared, her chest heavy. chaewon’s questioning tone snapped her back to the moment. "what happened?"

a lump grew in sakura’s throat as she struggled to find the words. "um, nothing. just go back to bed."

she finally understood yunjin.

[venompinks]

LE SSERAFIM ⟡ CRAZY TWINKLE VER.

[elryuse]

May I request a fluffy smut Le Sserafim Sakura x Male Reader where Kkura stumbles upon a small, cozy café owned and run by the reader, where she often seeks and finds the comfort and support in the reader, seeking solace from the hateful comments she has received throughout her career. Eventually, they develop a special relationship and become a couple. Thanks :) Im not good with plots but this is the best i can think off :(

Our Beloved Summer

Sakura X Male Reader

Tags : Fluff, Fluffy Sex, Romantic, Lovey Dovey, Sweaty, Steamy Sex, Kissing, Public Sex, Love Words : 4,403 Words

A/n : Aww don't Worry bud, Your plot is Good for this type of Fluffy Smut Stories. Keep Up The Good work. Hope You All Like it.

The bell above the café door jingled softly, breaking the quiet hum of the afternoon. You looked up from polishing the counter to see her—Sakura. She hesitated at the entrance, her usual vibrant energy replaced by a heavy slump in her shoulders. Her face, usually bright with a smile, was shadowed, her eyes downcast. She looked… lost. You straightened, your heart tugging at the sight.

“Welcome,” you said warmly, your voice carrying a lightness you hoped would reach her. Her head snapped up, startled, and for a moment, she just stared at you, as if she hadn’t expected anyone to notice her.

You chuckled softly, leaning slightly against the counter. “What can I get for you today?”

She blinked, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the strap of her bag. “I… I’m not sure.”

You tilted your head slightly, studying her. “How about something warm? A latte, maybe? Or… something sweet to lift your spirits?”

Her lips pressed together, and for a moment, it looked like she might cry. But she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. “Latte sounds good.”

You smiled, though your chest ached for her. “Coming right up.”

As you worked on her drink, you couldn’t help but glance her way. She sat at a corner table, her hands clasped tightly in front of her, her gaze fixed on the tabletop. You remembered her—the cheerful, radiant Sakura from Le Sserafim. The one who had always seemed to light up the stage. But lately… the internet had been relentless. The criticism, the ridicule. It had been impossible to miss.

When her latte was ready, you carried it over to her, placing it gently on the table. “Here you go. On the house.”

Her eyes widened in surprise, and she looked up at you, confusion flickering across her face. “Why?”

You shrugged, your smile softening. “Because everyone deserves a little kindness, especially on a hard day.”

She stared at you for a moment, her lips parting as if to say something, but no words came. Instead, she nodded, her eyes glistening. “Thank you,” she murmured, her voice barely audible.

You gave her a gentle nod before returning to the counter, giving her space. But you couldn’t help noticing the way her shoulders seemed to relax, just a little, as she took a sip of the latte.

Over the next few weeks, Sakura became a regular at the café. At first, she was quiet, reserved, staying in her corner with her latte. But gradually, she began to open up. She started with small talk, asking about your day, your café. Then, one afternoon, she stayed longer than usual, and the conversation deepened.

“It’s just… it’s so hard,” she admitted, her voice trembling as she stared into her half-empty cup. “I try to stay strong, but the comments… they hurt. And the pressure… sometimes I feel like I can’t breathe.”

You listened, your heart aching for her. “You’re allowed to feel that way,” you said softly. “It doesn’t make you weak. It makes you human.”

She looked up at you, her eyes searching yours, as if she were trying to find the truth in your words. And then, slowly, she smiled—a small, fragile smile, but a smile nonetheless.

From that day on, Sakura began to visit more often. She brought her members with her sometimes—Chaewon, Yunjin, Eunchae, and Kazuha. They were a lively group, filling the café with laughter and warmth. But it was Sakura who always lingered, who always seemed to gravitate toward you.

One evening, as the summer heat began to wane and the café was quiet, Sakura appeared at the door. Her expression was serious, her usual warmth replaced by a quiet intensity. She walked straight to the counter, her eyes locked on yours.

“I need to talk to you,” she said, her voice lower than usual, almost urgent.

You nodded, stepping out from behind the counter. “Of course. What’s on your mind?”

She hesitated, her fingers twisting together. “I… I don’t know how to say this.”

You placed a hand gently on her shoulder, offering her a reassuring smile. “Take your time.”

She took a deep breath, her eyes closing for a moment. And then, before you could react, she stepped forward, her lips meeting yours in a kiss that was both hesitant and desperate. Your breath caught, your mind racing, but you didn’t pull away. Instead, your hands found her waist, pulling her closer as she deepened the kiss, her fingers tangling in your shirt.

When she finally pulled back, her cheeks were flushed, her breath uneven. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I needed to know… if you felt the same.”

You stared at her, your heart pounding. “Sakura…”

She shook her head, cutting you off. “Please. I need you. I want this. I want you.”

Her words sent a shiver down your spine, and without thinking, you leaned in, capturing her lips in another kiss. This time, it was fiercer, more urgent, as if all the unspoken feelings between you were finally breaking free. Your hands roamed her body, exploring the curves you’d only admired from afar, while her nails dug into your back, pulling you closer still.

“Take me somewhere private,” she whispered against your lips, her voice trembling with need.

You nodded, your mind hazy with desire. Grabbing her hand, you led her to the employee-only room, the door shutting behind you with a soft click. The room was small, intimate, and in the dim light, Sakura looked even more breathtaking.

She turned to you, her hands reaching for the hem of her top. “Help me,” she murmured, her eyes dark with hunger.

You stepped forward, your fingers trembling as you helped her out of her clothes, your breath catching as her bare skin was revealed. She was beautiful—every inch of her was perfection. And as your hands explored her body, she let out a soft moan, her head falling back as she leaned into your touch.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” she whispered, her voice shaky as your lips found her neck, trailing kisses down to her collarbone. “I’ve wanted you.”

Your hands found her breasts, your thumbs brushing over her nipples, and she gasped, her body arching into your touch. “You’re incredible,” you murmured against her skin, your voice rough with desire. “So beautiful.”

She tugged at your shirt, her fingers fumbling with the buttons. “I need to feel you,” she breathed, her voice desperate. “Please.”

You shrugged out of your shirt, your skin burning where it touched hers. And then you were kissing her again, your hands roaming her body, exploring every inch of her as if you couldn’t get enough. Her moans filled the small room, sending waves of heat through you, and you knew you couldn’t hold back much longer.

“Are you sure?” you asked, your voice low as you looked into her eyes.

She nodded, her hands gripping your shoulders. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

With that, you lifted her, her legs wrapping around your waist as you moved toward the small couch in the corner. Her back hit the cushions, and you followed her down, your lips finding hers once more as your hands explored her body. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, and you knew she was close.

“I need you inside me,” she whispered, her voice trembling as she reached for you.

You nodded, your own need overwhelming as you positioned yourself at her entrance. And then, with a slow, deliberate movement, you pushed into her, her body tightening around you as she let out a gasp.

“You feel so good,” she moaned, her nails digging into your back as you began to move.

You groaned, the sensation overwhelming as you thrust into her, her body responding eagerly to yours. Her moans grew louder, more urgent, and you knew she was close.

“Say my name,” she whispered, her voice shaking as she looked up at you.

“Sakura,” you breathed, your voice rough with desire.

She gasped, her body trembling as she reached her climax, her nails digging into your back as she moaned your name. And then you were following her over the edge, your own release crashing over you as you held her close, your bodies trembling together in the aftermath.

As you lay there, tangled together, her head resting on your chest, you knew this was only the beginning. And as her fingers traced patterns on your skin, you couldn’t help but wonder what the future held for you both.

“I don’t want this to end,” she whispered, her voice soft but filled with determination.

You looked down at her, your heart swelling with affection. “It doesn’t have to,” you replied, your fingers brushing through her hair.

She looked up at you, her eyes searching yours. “Promise me,” she said, her voice trembling. “Promise me this is real.”

You leaned down, capturing her lips in a gentle kiss. “I promise,” you murmured against her lips.

And as she melted into your embrace, you knew this was just the beginning of something beautiful.

The sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange, as you and Sakura walked hand in hand along the riverside. The gentle breeze carried the scent of blooming flowers, and the soft sound of the water flowing created a serene backdrop. You had planned this day for weeks, wanting to give Sakura a moment of peace away from the relentless chaos of her life as a K-pop idol.

“This place is beautiful,” Sakura whispered, her eyes scanning the picturesque view. Her grip on your hand tightened slightly, a small sign of her lingering nervousness.

You glanced at her, your heart swelling at the sight of her delicate features softened by the golden light. “I’m glad you like it,” you said, your voice warm and reassuring. “I wanted to make sure you got to breathe for once. No cameras, no schedules, just us.”

She smiled faintly, but you could see the hesitation in her eyes. “It’s just… I’m not used to this. Being able to relax, to just… be. Everyone’s always watching, always expecting something from me.”

You stopped walking and turned to face her, your hands gently cupping her cheeks. “Sakura, you don’t have to be anyone but yourself with me. No expectations, no judgments. Just you.” Your thumbs brushed lightly over her skin, and you felt her lean slightly into your touch.

Her eyes searched yours, and for a moment, it was as if the world around you faded away. Slowly, her lips curved into a genuine smile. “Thank you,” she murmured, her voice barely audible above the rustling leaves. “For everything.”

You bent down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “Always,” you whispered against her skin.

She sighed, a contented sound that made your heart skip a beat. Then, without warning, she closed the distance between you, her lips meeting yours in a kiss that was both tender and filled with unspoken emotions. Your hands slid down to her waist, pulling her closer as she clung to you, her fingers tangling in the fabric of your shirt.

When you finally pulled back, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes sparkled with something deeper than happiness. “I love you,” she said, her voice trembling but firm. “I don’t want to hide it anymore. I want you to be my boyfriend.”

Her words sent a wave of warmth through you, and you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. “I love you too, Sakura. More than anything.”

She let out a breath she seemed to have been holding, her shoulders relaxing as if a weight had been lifted. “I was so scared to say it,” she admitted, her voice soft. “But being with you… it feels right. It feels like I’ve finally found where I belong.”

You brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, your gaze never leaving hers. “You’re my home now, Sakura. And I’m not going anywhere.”

Her smile widened, and she leaned in to kiss you again, this time with more urgency. Her lips moved against yours with a hunger that mirrored your own, and you could feel the heat building between you. Your hands roamed her back, pulling her even closer as her fingers traced the line of your jaw.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless. Sakura rested her forehead against yours, her eyes closed as she tried to steady her breathing. “Take me somewhere private,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.

You didn’t need to be told twice. Taking her hand, you led her to a secluded spot beneath the shade of a large tree, a blanket already laid out for the picnic you had planned. The moment you knelt down, she was on you, her hands tugging at your shirt as her lips found yours again.

“Sakura,” you gasped between kisses, your fingers fumbling with the buttons of her blouse. “Are you sure—”

“I’ve never been more sure,” she interrupted, her voice firm despite the way her hands trembled. “I want this. I want you.”

Her words sent a shiver down your spine, and you quickly discarded her blouse, revealing the soft, delicate skin beneath. Your lips trailed down her neck, eliciting a soft moan from her as she arched into your touch. Her hands pulled at your shirt, and soon it was tossed aside, your bare chest pressed against hers.

The warmth of her skin against yours was intoxicating, and you couldn’t resist the urge to explore every inch of her. Your hands cupped her breasts, your thumbs brushing over her nipples, already hardened with desire. She gasped, her hips bucking against yours as you leaned down to take one of them into your mouth.

“Yes,” she moaned, her fingers tangling in your hair as you teased her with your tongue. Her breaths came in short, shallow gasps, and you could feel her heartbeat racing beneath your palm.

When you finally pulled away, her chest was heaving, and her eyes were dark with need. “Please,” she whispered, her hands reaching for the waistband of your pants. “I need you.”

You captured her lips in a searing kiss as you helped her remove the rest of your clothes, your hands trembling with anticipation. When you were both naked, you paused for a moment, taking in the sight of her beneath you. She was breathtaking, her body bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, her eyes filled with a mix of love and desire.

“You’re beautiful,” you murmured, your voice thick with emotion.

Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away. “So are you,” she replied, her hands reaching up to cup your face. “Now, please… don’t make me wait any longer.”

You positioned yourself between her legs, your hand guiding your length to her entrance. She was already wet, her body ready for you, and when you slowly pushed inside, she let out a soft cry of pleasure. Her walls clenched around you, so tight and warm that it took every ounce of control you had not to lose yourself right then.

“God, you feel amazing,” you groaned, your forehead resting against hers as you began to move.

Her legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you deeper as she matched your rhythm. Her moans were music to your ears, each one driving you closer to the edge. Her hands roamed your back, her nails lightly scraping your skin as she clung to you.

“I love you,” she whispered, her voice trembling with the force of her emotions. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you replied, your voice rough with desire. “Always.”

Her hips bucked against yours, her body trembling as she chased her release. You could feel her walls tightening around you, and when she finally came, her cry of pleasure echoed in the quiet evening air. Her orgasm pushed you over the edge, and with a deep groan, you spilled inside her, your bodies trembling together as you rode out the waves of pleasure.

When you finally collapsed beside her, both of you were breathless and sweaty, but there was a sense of contentment that settled over you. She curled up against your side, her head resting on your chest as your fingers traced lazy patterns on her arm.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice soft but filled with emotion. “For making me feel safe. For making me feel loved.”

You pressed a kiss to the top of her head, your arms tightening around her. “You never have to thank me for that, Sakura. I’ll always be here for you.”

She sighed, a contented sound that made your heart swell. But then, she shifted, propping herself up on her elbow to look at you. Her eyes were serious, and there was something in her gaze that made your breath catch.

“I want more of this,” she said, her voice steady. “More of us. No more hiding, no more pretending. I want the world to know that you’re mine.”

You reached up to brush a strand of hair from her face, your heart pounding in your chest. “Are you sure? Your career… your fans… it won’t be easy.”

She shook her head, her expression determined. “I don’t care. I’m tired of living for everyone else. I want to live for us. For me. And I want you by my side while I do it.”

You were about to respond, to tell her that you’d stand by her no matter what, when she leaned in, her lips capturing yours in a kiss that was filled with promise. Her body pressed against yours, and you could feel the heat building between you once again.

“Sakura,” you murmured against her lips, your hands already roaming her body again.

“Just kiss me,” she whispered, her voice breathless. “And don’t stop.”

And so you did, losing yourself in the taste of her lips, the feel of her skin, and the sound of her moans. The world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you, wrapped in each other’s arms as the sun dipped below the horizon.

But even as the night fell, you knew that this was just the beginning of your story together. And nothing could take that away from you.

“I’m yours,” you whispered against her lips, your voice rough with emotion. “Always.”

The air between you and Sakura was thick with desire, her body pressed against yours as she fumbled with the key to her dorm room. Her breath hitched as the door finally clicked open, and she pulled you inside with a urgency that made your heart race. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of fairy lights casting a warm, intimate ambiance.

Sakura wasted no time. Her lips crashed against yours, hungry and insatiable, as her hands roamed over your chest, tugging at your shirt. You responded in kind, your hands sliding down her back to cup her ass, pulling her closer until there was no space left between you. Her moan was muffled by your kiss, but the sound sent a jolt of heat straight to your core.

“I need you,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need as she pulled away just enough to lock eyes with you. Her gaze was dark, filled with a raw intensity that made your knees weak. “Right now.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. Your hands moved to the hem of her dress, lifting it over her head in one swift motion. She stood before you in nothing but a delicate lace bra and panties, her body trembling with anticipation. You couldn’t help but marvel at how breathtaking she looked, her skin glowing in the soft light, her curves begging to be touched.

You leaned in, capturing her lips in another searing kiss as your hands explored every inch of her. She moaned into your mouth, her fingers digging into your shoulders as you trailed kisses down her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, her body arching into yours as you reached around to unclasp her bra.

The moment it fell away, you pulled back to take her in. Her breasts were perfect, perky and inviting, her nipples already hard with arousal. You couldn’t resist. Leaning down, you took one into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the sensitive bud as she let out a soft cry. Your hands cupped her other breast, kneading it gently as you continued to lavish attention on her.

“Oh god,” she moaned, her fingers tangling in your hair as she pressed you closer. “Don’t stop.”

You had no intention of stopping. Your hands moved down her body, slipping beneath the waistband of her panties to find her already wet and ready for you. She gasped as you slid a finger inside her, her body trembling as you began to move. Her hips rocked against your hand, her moans growing louder with each thrust.

“Please,” she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. “I need you inside me.”

You didn’t need to be asked twice. You lifted her into your arms, carrying her to the bed and laying her down gently. She watched you with hungry eyes as you stripped off your clothes, her hands reaching for you the moment you were free. Her touch was electric, sending shivers down your spine as she guided you between her legs.

The moment you entered her, it was like coming home. Her body welcomed you, tight and warm, and you couldn’t hold back the groan that escaped your lips. Her nails dug into your back as you began to move, her hips meeting yours with each thrust. The room was filled with the sound of your bodies moving together, her moans mingling with your growls of pleasure.

She wrapped her legs around your waist, pulling you deeper as her head fell back against the pillows. “Faster,” she begged, her voice desperate. “Please, faster.”

You obliged, picking up the pace as her cries grew louder. Her hands moved to her breasts, pinching and teasing her nipples as she writhed beneath you. The sight of her, lost in pleasure, was enough to push you closer to the edge. But you weren’t ready to finish yet.

You pulled out, earning a whimper of protest from her, but you quickly silenced it by flipping her onto her stomach. Her ass was raised in the air, inviting, and you couldn’t resist giving it a light smack before guiding yourself back inside her. She let out a loud moan, her hands gripping the sheets as you began to thrust into her again.

The new angle seemed to drive her wild, her cries growing more frantic with each movement. You leaned over her, your lips brushing against her ear as you whispered, “You feel so good, Sakura. So fucking good.”

She moaned in response, her body trembling as she neared the edge. You could feel her tightening around you, her walls clenching as she reached her climax. Her cries echoed through the room, her body shaking with the intensity of her release.

But you weren’t done. You flipped her onto her back again, her legs wrapping around your waist as you continued to thrust into her. Her hands moved to your face, pulling you down for a searing kiss as her hips rocked against yours.

“I’m close,” you groaned, your body trembling with the effort to hold back. “Where do you want me to finish?”

“Inside me,” she begged, her voice desperate. “Please, I want to feel you.”

It was all the encouragement you needed. With a final thrust, you buried yourself deep inside her, your release flooding her as she cried out in pleasure. Her body trembled beneath you, her nails digging into your back as you both rode out the waves of your climax.

When it was over, you collapsed onto the bed beside her, both of you panting and covered in sweat. She turned to you, a soft smile on her lips as she cuddled up against your side. Her hand rested on your chest, her fingers tracing lazy circles on your skin.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. “For everything.”

You pressed a kiss to her forehead, your arms wrapping around her as she nestled closer. The silence that followed was comfortable, the kind that only comes when two people are completely at ease with each other.

But the moment was short-lived. The sound of the door opening startled you both, and Sakura’s eyes widened in horror as Chaewon stepped into the room.

“Sakura, I—” Chaewon’s words died on her lips as she took in the scene before her. Sakura’s scream of embarrassment echoed through the room as she grabbed the blanket to cover herself.

“Chaewon!” she shrieked, her face burning red as she tried to hide behind the blanket.

But Chaewon didn’t look angry. If anything, she looked amused. A slow smirk spread across her face as she took in the sight of the two of you before turning to call over her shoulder.

“Guys, you’re not gonna believe this!”

Sakura groaned, burying her face in your chest as the other members of Le Sserafim filed into the room, their laughter filling the air.

“Well, well, well,” Yunjin teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Looks like someone’s been busy.”

Eunchae giggled, covering her mouth with her hand as she tried to stifle her laughter. Kazuha, ever the calm one, simply shook her head with a small smile.

“Take care of her,” Chaewon said, her tone softening as she looked at you with a knowing smile. “For us.”

And with that, they left, closing the door behind them as their laughter echoed down the hallway. Sakura groaned again, burying her face in your chest as you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Well,” you said, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “That was unexpected.”

“I’m never going to live this down,” she muttered, her voice muffled by your chest.

But as she looked up at you, a small smile tugged at her lips. And in that moment, you knew that no matter what came next, you would face it together.

[doyeons]

sakura — crazy (240906)

[expergoe]

[melanchoire]

teacher!reader calling mom!sakura because her kid isn’t doing well in her class, so she offers reader giving her kid some tutoring lessons at home, with doubt accepts, everything goes well and even the two women became friends, they are not very far from age, until one day kkura calls her to help her kid when in reality she was alone and ofc things happen

(if you can put tit play, oral and scissoring i will be blessed)

cw: nipple play titsucking, scissoring.

being a single mother is a more than difficult task for sakura because she has to take care of her little one and simultaneously work to be able to have money and and be able to live with comforts, even if they are very basic, because her salary does not allow them great expensive luxuries but they can cover basic needs and and from time to time treat himself to something really expensive… sakura has to take her son to school early in the morning and almost immediately go practically at full speed to work to avoid being late, returning home in the afternoon because she always manages to arrange for a friend or her mother to babysit her child to avoid her spending money she doesn’t have on a babysitter 🥺 sakura does her best to raise and care for her little one and give him everything she can even when it seems out of reach :( she just wants to give him all the happiness in the world even if it costs her own

but being focused on providing comfort and bringing money home means that sakura is not fully aware of how her son is doing in school, just noticing this when she receives an email from her teacher telling her that she needs to talk to her about her son and the child will carry the notification about the teacher–mother meeting in his school notebook. at first sakura thinks it’s because her son is misbehaving and bothering his classmates, but when her own baby tells her it’s because he has low grades with clear shame on her face, sakura feels embarrassed for not paying attention to her own son 😓

thank goodness sakura meets a sweet and understanding teacher instead of an old men who throws things in her face and blames her for everything 🥲 sakura is more than charmed by you because the whole time she is talking about being a single mother and only having one child you’re listening to her attentively and seeming to fully understand the situation without even giving the hint of judging her or anything like that… even when you tell her that you can tutor her son in the afternoon and even looking after him until she returns from work so she can work in peace is a great relief for her nerves, but she is quick to deny it because she doesn’t have enough money to pay for extra classes and pay you to babysit her son! but she almost cries when you tell her that there is no need for an allowance because you do all this to give the best future and education to little miyawaki :(

and sakura doesn’t know how to thank you because you don't accept even a little money or anything in return, so whenever you’re in the living room tutoring her son and helping him with his homework, she is locked in the kitchen focused on cooking snacks and making drinks for you two 💕 sakura always leaving a cup of coffee along with some bills or something baked in front of you, smiling unconsciously when you say “thank you” and give her an honest and bright smile

but she develops a crush on you because you care so much about her son and are focused on giving him everything possible touches her heart and makes her happier than ever before ☺️ sakura feels super happy when you treat her child like he is yours too…

and one day she wants to finally make a move on you, but not knowing how to properly approach you, she chooses to call you on a weekend and tell you that her son needs help with a math assignment, when her little one is spending the weekend at his grandparents’ house...

at first she tells you that her son is at a friend’s house and will be home soon, so she offers you to sit on the couch while you two wait for his “arrival” when she knows very well that won’t happen 💕

sakura ends up finding a way for you two to talk like lifelong friends, all thanks to her offering you a drink of wine to relax because she knows that your job as a toddler teacher is stressful because kids tend to be a bit irritating, and she knows that you need to relax even if it’s just a little bit, very thoughtful of her <33

but you two end up feeling a bit tipsy and that leads to you suddenly stopping talking, staring into each other’s eyes in silence and looking a bit lost, only for her to practically throw herself at you seconds later and kiss you like she is starving 😇 of course you accept because you were also somewhat attracted to her! always adoring and admiring her great efforts as a single mother who works and sacrifices everything she has to provide the best life for her son, regardless of the obstacles along the way

lazy drunk sex with sakura>>>. wrinkled clothes were discarded on the floor, grinding your pussy against hers while you can only focus on kissing like it’s the last time youl will ever do it but you’re both kind of intoxicated that it ends up being lazy and messy 😵 and sakura underneath you, squirming and whimpering as she feels your clit rub so satisfyingly against hers, wanting to move her hips against yours and try to take control but she is so tired she can barely open her eyes 🥺 for your part, you just tell her, “nu–uh, lie down there. you already make a lot of effort every day for your son, it’s time for someone to take care of you.” and lowering your head to start playing with her tits while you continue grinding against her... sakura can only moan as she feels your mouth close around one of her nipples, her hands going to your hair and massaging your scalp as she pushes your face against her chest, closing her eyes and letting her head fall onto the soft cushions of the couch as she feels how well you’re fucking her, carefree because today is the day where she stops worrying about others and in the end it’s all about her

[jenscx]

CALL ME BACK — jang wonyoung smau

being the vice-president of the student council, your responsibility is to show new students around the school. who could predict your childhood friend to be the one showing up on the first day?

STATUS LOADING… in progress!

TAGS — heavy angst, toxic relationship, cursing, major red flags, jealousy, trust issues, mentions of alcohol, cheating, childhood friends, mentions of sexual acts, homophobia more to be added!

FEATURING — ive, lesserafim, enhypen, nmixx, aespa

UPDATES — CANCELLED

! IMPORTANT ! this fic is not an accurate portrayal of the kpop idols mentioned. everything stated is fiction.

CHARACTERS… future lawyers | ymcmb | newbies

00. prologue

01. new year new me

02. detective conan

03. charity case

04. bad idea, right?

05. nasty freak

06. round 2

07. wonyoung groupie

08. feminist icon sunghoon

09. girlfriend applications

10. soft launch

11. fetus unnie

12. nicknames and parties

13. omega in heat

14. ure joking

15. last friday night

16. broken promises

17. where are u

18. right here

19. oh shit

20. two is better than one

21. erm.. awkward!

22. twinkhoon

BONUS. sakura’s playlist

23. nuclear bomb explosion

BONUS. yn’s playlist

24. childhood friends to lovers

25. cause of death

END

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[arttmeow]

⠀ ୨⠀͜🫧₊ㅤ❜ֵ ᥨ᮫ᥱ֔⠀𝓼ꨂ͜ᥱ͜ᥐֺᥑ᮫𑂲ֽ⃖𝓲᧗ ꨳ𝗍꯭᥆𝗋ɥ ᧄ𝑖᳢᭄ꨳ⠀⁺⠀꯭٬♡

⏝︶ִ⏝︶ִ⏝︶ִ⏝

[garbagi]

chromakopia ⭐️

[froopis]

Love and war (in the club) 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒ 𓆡 ⭒ㅤ𓈒

[paradisedumpling]

Secret Love

TROPE: idol!sakura x idol!reader; secret relationship; set during unforgiven era

CONTENT WARNING: implications of homophobia but nothing explicit; minor themes of anxiety; minor suggestive themes

SYNOPSIS: where the other members don't know you're dating and the little moments you and Sakura share in the rare moments you get to be alone together

A/N: hi! if you feel like you've seen this before, you probably have. this is a repost from my old blog, enjoy!

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Sakura quietly hummed to herself as she made breakfast for her and the other members.

The sun had risen a few hours ago, but the grey clouds outside blocking the sunlight made it look like it was just a little after six in the morning, even though it must've past nine by now.

The woman scrambled the eggs in the pan with skill, enjoying the quietness in the house. Even though it was considerably late for their usual morning schedules, everyone was still sleeping. The day prior they had had a very late schedule and had gotten home a bit after two in the morning, so their manager allowed them to stay home and sleep-in during the morning. Their first schedule of the day was just after three in the evening, so it was okay.

Sakura was too lost in her thoughts to hear the light feet padding towards the kitchen, getting startled when two arms sneaked around her torso suddenly. Only relaxing when a soft deep morning voice spoke in japanese on her right ear.

"Morning, Kkura." The older woman turned her face to the side to look at a sleepy Y/N, quickly looking around the kitchen before turning back to the other girl and giving her a quick peck on her lips, a smile growing on both of their faces.

"Morning, darling." You snuggled your face in her neck as she went back to cooking, not wanting to burn the eggs. "Did you see if any of the others were awake yet?"

It was common for you two to speak japanese when you were alone, much like it was for when either of you were with Kazuha or the three of you were together. Even if you weren't japanese like the other two, you spoke fluently and always wanted to make sure they felt included and had the warmness of the familiarity of their mother language.

"Didn't see." You mumbled, voice coming out muffled but she heard you loud and clear throughout the quietness of the house. She only hummed in response, enjoying the warm your body provided her.

It was uncommon for the house to be this quiet, all of you being usually very loud people when together, so the both of you were enjoying it. It was also becoming quite uncommon for the two of you to be alone together, your group's schedule getting busier and busier as Summer approached.

Even if Sakura wanted to turn off the stove and turn around in your arms to kiss you deeply, she knew she couldn't. For one, you seemed very tired. And she knew she wouldn't hear if anyone came into the kitchen, seen as she didn't hear you earlier. She couldn't risk you two getting caught.

You see, the girls didn't knew the two of you were dating. It wasn't because you were afraid they wouldn't approve of your relationship, far from that. Eunchae was probably the only straight one in the group and all of you knew about the situationship between Chaewon, Yunjin and Kazuha. But the two of you were official, and they weren't. You didn't want to risk the group if you two got too comfortable around others and ended up getting caught. Besides, you and Sakura enjoyed the solitude that was not being teased by your friends for being the group's couple. If you all already teased the trio, you couldn't imagine how it would be with the two of you.

With those thoughts in mind, Sakura simply rested her free hand on top of yours on her stomach, quietly watching the water boil in the kettle as she carefully prepared the mugs with her other hand.

"Ooh. Did you make breakfast for us, unnie?" The older woman nodded as she turned to look at Chaewon, who seemed more tired than you were, still quietly snuggled on her neck. "Thanks." She gave Sakura a smile, passing the two of you to fetch herself a cup of water.

"I'll be serving everything at the table as soon as the coffee is ready." Chaewon nodded, not sparing a glance at the two of you. Sakura didn't move either. It wasn't unusual for all of you to share PDA with each other. And even if the japanese woman was the most reserved with it in front of the cameras, she was never one to refuse any of her members affection. Besides, Chaewon knew how cuddly you got when you were sleepy.

And thinking of it now, as Sakura looked down at you and how you didn't greet your leader like you normally would, she thought you probably fell asleep holding her. Cute.

"Is she napping standing up?" Chaewon asked as she noticed Sakura staring at you adoringly, coming to rest a hand on your back. "Bunny?" You didn't respond. The two woman shared a look before looking back at you with fondness. "Y/N. Wake up." Chaewon lightly shook you and Sakura could feel your arms tense around her before you lifted your head, looking between the two with a confused sleepy face.

"Unnie?" You look at Chaewon, blinking your eyes slowly as you came to your senses. "I wasn't sleeping I swear." But the yawn you let out at the end of the sentence gave away how tired you were.

"Come on to the couch. Let Kkura unnie finish cooking." The small woman sneaked her arms around your shoulders as she pulled you away from Sakura and into her embrace, while another yawn left your mouth as you rubbed your eyes tiredly.

Sakura watched with a small smile on her face as your leader slowly lead you to the living room, sitting down with you and pulling you to lay on top of her. You were like a little sister to Chaewon and Sakura loved watching her best friend take care of you. It reminded her of her brother, and it filled her heart with a warm feeling.

Sighing content, the japanese woman turned around to pour the hot water into the coffee machine and turn off the stove, getting herself mentally ready to go wake the others up and have the house filled with loud noise for the rest of the day.

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"It wasn't me! I swear it wasn't me!" Sakura watched with small giggles as Eunchae yelled defensively at you and Kazuha. The three of you were sitting on a blanket on the floor, playing some game on your phones she wasn't sure she played before. At least if she did, it didn't end up as chaotic as your match was. "I wasn't even there!"

"If the impostor turns out to be you Hong Eunchae, I swear you won't see your teddy bear for a week after this." You threatened, face slightly red with anger. Eunchae looked at you mortified. She loved her teddy bear and slept with it everyday.

As far as Sakura understood from your yells, you and Kazuha had died and Eunchae was the only of the three of you alive, had convenently not seen Kazuha die even though they were in the same room.

"Ah, these kids..." Chaewon let out a loud sigh as she flopped down beside Sakura on the couch. "Yah! Stop yelling so loud!" The three maknaes looked at the leader and gave her an apologetic smile, before turning to their phones with concentration faces. "Everyday I feel bad for Eunbi unnie more and more." Sakura let out a loud laugh at that, nodding her head.

"It's rough taking care of them, isn't it?" Sakura asked, even though she already knew the answer.

The two older girls remained silently watching the three maknaes playing on the floor, eventually being joined by Yunjin as the american laughed and took photos of the trio.

"You're up in ten!" Their manager said as he opened the door to the waiting room, peaking his head inside to call for the six of you.

"Alright kids, get up." Chaewon ordered and you, Kazuha and Eunchae quickly got up, checking up with your stylish and make-up artists if everything was okay before the six of you got out of the waiting room.

Sakura slowed down her steps when she noticed you quietly falling behind the group to be alone, Eunchae had gone to bicker with Chaewon and Kazuha talk with Yunjin. Your girlfriend knew you were very confident on stage and she would never admit it out loud be she'd watch your fancams daily. Your stage presence was amazing and she'd always blush watching them.

Still, she knew how nervous you got at the first stage of your comebacks. So she silently walked by your side, slipping her hand onto yours and squeezing lightly.

"I'm okay." You told her. You knew she knew you were nervous, and if she didn't she definitely could feel it with your sweaty hands, but you still didn't want her to be nervous because of you.

"Love." She lowered her voice as she spoke in japanese to you, keeping an eye on Kazuha so she wouldn't accidentally hear anything she wasn't supposed to. "Everything will be fine, we all worked hard. Specially you."

"I know." Your voice was shaky and she wished she could do more than just hold your hand and whisper in your ear. But there were too many people around and too little time to work with.

She felt your body tense beside her when you all approached the stage entrance and she took the new dark environment to pull you to the side and away from the other members.

Sakura held your face and looked into your eyes, slowly and deeply breathing as you unconsciously copied her. "You'll do great, baby. You've practiced hard and this is your territory. You're gonna get into that stage and make everyone scream in excitement." She caressed your cheek, smiling when you nodded. "I love you." She let go of your face to hug you, squeezing your body before quickly pulling away and taking your hand to lead you back towards the girls and the staff.

The japanese woman kept a close eye on you until the moment UNFORGIVEN started to play and your entire demeanor changed, the nerves quickly fading away as you sang and danced, being immersed in your zone. Sakura was sure that was going to become one of her favorite fancams as soon as it gets out.

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Sakura walked the halls of the HYBE building in silence, a small smile plastering her face. Today you were all given the day off, due to the storm outside that had been going on since the early morning. You only had schedules outside today so it had all to be rescheduled, but of course Sakura didn't mind.

With the newfound free time, she had spend the entire morning and most of her evening playing videogames on the computers at the company building, not bothering to check her phone once as she knew if she was needed they'd call her instead of text.

But when she did get tired of gaming and decided to see what the others were doing during their day and text her manager to drive her to the dorm, she felt excitement fill her body and she didn't even opened her manager's chat after checking on the Le Sserafim's non-business group chat.

Eunchae had gone to her parents house. Chaewon, Yunjin and Kazuha were home. And you were at the company practicing. Honestly, Sakura felt a bit sad for not checking her phone sooner because that meant she could've spent more time alone with you. But she was still happy that you both still had a few hours before you had to go home. Still, she didn't rush to the practice room.

Now that she was out of the computer room she noticed that there wasn't many people in the building, all probably also having their schedules cancelled for the day. Even with her being deep into the building, she could still clearly hear the heavy rain with occasional thunder outside. And less people in the HYBE building meant it was less likely for someone to come knocking in your practice room and interrupt you two. So Sakura took her time walking in the halls in hopes of seeing any potential interruptor to keep in her mind.

Once she finally reached the practice room, her smile grew bigger as she heard music coming from inside. The woman opened the door and rushed inside, before quietly shutting it as not to disturb you.

When she turned around, she saw you by the corner, empty water bottle in hand as you monitored the routine you had just finished on your phone screen. Sakura quietly giggled to herself as she silently approached you, hugging you from behind and laughing when you jumped in surprise.

"Unnie!" You squealed, looking over your shoulder at your girlfriend's playful face. "You scared me!"

"I know." She mutered, looking down at the pout on your lips. "You know.... No one's around...."

"Hm..." You hummed, turning around in her arms and pulling her closer, knowing where she was going with that, your routine already forgotten in your head. "I'm sweaty though."

"You know I don't care..." Sakura was still looking at your lips as she slowly guided you to the wall, smirking to herself when your back hit the wall. "I missed you." You smiled and was about to respond when her lips crashed on yours.

You both sighed as your mouths moved together, her hands wrapping around your shoulders as you pulled her by the hips. You felt her hands tugging your hair and you whimpered. Sakura took that opportunity to slip her tongue inside your mouth and press you into the wall with your body.

Sakura's hands traveled down to your back, slipping past your shirt and caressing your skin, making you shiver. Her mouth left your lips and she started kissing down your jaw, making you let out soft noises.

Sakura was about to kiss your neck when a loud noise resonated in the practice room, the sound of 'Impurities' breaking the two of you apart with a loud groan from the japanese woman.

"What does she want?" You put a hand on your mouth to hide your laugh and your red face when Sakura reluctantly pulled away to grab her phone on her back pocket and bring it to her ear. "Yes, Chaewon?"

You took the opportunity to walk around the practice room and gather your things. Wether Chaewon was calling to get you two home or not, you were sure you weren't going to practice after this. Even if only Sakura had to leave, your mind wouldn't be able to focus on dancing for a while.

"Oh, really? Okay, okay. We'll be home soon." You turned to look at your girlfriend when she referred to the both of you. You had a small pout on your face, sad that you and Sakura didn't get much time together. "Yeah, I'm with her. I just got here." She looked at you, giving you a small smile. "Do I bring dinner? No? You sure? Oh, nice. Okay. Bye-bye!"

"So I guess we are going home?" You asked when the call ended, slouching in defeat as Sakura walked towards you.

"There's a bad thunderstorm coming, it isn't safe to go home later." Your mouth opened in a small 'o', shoulders straightening as you now understood why your time with Sakura was cut short. You were glad Chaewon called.

"We should get going then!" You squealed, turning around to walk to the door, now very much aware of the sound of heavy rain outside. If you could hear it from inside the practice room, then it was bad. And you were just a tiny bit scared.

"I can't believe my girlfriend is afraid of storms." Sakura giggled, pulling you back just to take a hold of your hand and walk with you.

"I don't–"

"Don't worry, darling. Your strong girlfriend will protect you." Your face turned bright red at Sakura's teasing. You let out a loud squeal when she grabbed your face to give you a hard kiss before opening the door and leading you two out to the corridors. You were too dazed to even notice your surroundings. Sakura laughed loudly at your face. "I love you so much, baby."

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Sakura and Chaewon opened the door while chatting loudly, laughing at each other. The two of them had just gotten back home from an outting with a few of the Iz*one members. It was Friday and they both had the weekend off, but since they had planned to go to the beach with the rest of the Le Sserafim members tomorrow they got back home before midnight. It must've been just past ten. But they were in a good and light mood and we're planning on drinking home for the rest of the night.

"I think we have some wine." Chaewon had a big smile on her face, happy with how her night went.

"Where's the others? It's quiet." Sakura said, sitting on the table, but intently watching Chaewon take the wine bottle from the fridge. "Should I call Yunjin?"

"Yes! See if Zuha and Bunny are awake too then all of us can–"

"You're home!" They both turned to look at Yunjin at the entrance of the kitchen. The two older woman noticed how the american looked tired and how her hair was messy, but with their light mood they simply thought it was just their busy schedule catching up to Yunjin after she finally had time to rest.

"Hey Jen, you want wine?" Chaewon asked with a big smile, raising the bottle in her hands a little.

But Yunjin shook her head, confusing the two woman. Specially Chaewon. "You didn't read my texts, did you?" She let out a sight and closed her eyes, knowing they didn't even check their phones since they left their house. Otherwise, she knew they wouldn't be inviting her to drink.

"Where's the maknaes?" Chaewon asked carefully, now fully taking notice of Sakura's statement that the house was quiet.

"Hopefully sleeping." Yunjin opened her eyes, looking between Chaewon and Sakura as they looked at her apprehensively. "Kazuha and Y/N have a fever. Eunchae's feeling sore and she's warm, but not feverish yet." Chaewon and Sakura's eyes widened in shock, the wine bottle being carefully placed on the counter as Chaewon processed Yunjin's words. "I've already had them take a cold bath, gave them medicine, which we have to buy more by the way, and made them soup from a recipe my mom sent me." Yunjin smiled reassuringly at them, seeing the worry in their eyes growing with each word she said. "I rearranged Zuha's bed so I could put her mattress on the floor and grabbed mine and Manchae's mattresses so they could all sleep together in there. They've been clingy and whiney." Yunjin rolled her eyes at her last phrase, but she had a playful smile on her lips. "It was also easier to keep an eye on them if they were all together." The american let out another sight. "Anyways, after they ate some soup I put them to sleep. Like, twenty minutes ago I think. So they're hopefully sleeping already."

Chaewon and Sakura slowly nodded at Yunjin's words, their minds running many thoughts, guilt setting into their cores for not being home earlier.

"Hey, they're okay for now. I took good care of our maknaes!" Yunjin had a proud smile, pointing to herself. Sakura let out a nasal laugh at that, a small grin appearing on Chaewon's lips. They were feeling less worried now, although still guilt. "I kinda made a mess running around so don't mind it." Yunjin giggled awkwardly, rubbing her neck and looking away. "I cleaned the kitchen and the bathroom already though."

"Thanks for taking care of them, Yunjin." Chaewon finally walked towards the other woman, putting a hand on her shoulders. "How about you? Are you feeling any sore?" Chaewon put her hand on Yunjin's forehead to check her temperature, making the taller one laugh.

"I'm okay Chaechae, don't worry." Sakura looked at the two of them with a fond smile, her lips slowly dropping when she remembered her own lover.

Her girlfriend was sick. You were rarely sick. Sakura probably has never seen you sick before, only heard stories here and there. Still, it was common sense that you had a good immune system and barely ever felt unwell. But right now you were sick. Very sick at that. And Sakura didn't knew.

She knew you probably wouldn't have told her regardless of Yunjin being here or not and choosen to suffer until she got back because you wouldn't want the older woman to miss her outting because of you. But she can't help but feel like you would be wishing for her and she wasn't there to comfort you.

"Kkura?" Sakura blinked startled when a hand gently shook her shoulder.

"Sorry, I was just thinking." She looked at Chaewon's understanding eyes and felt her heart get a bit calm. Only her best friend's presence already did a lot to calm her down. "What was it?"

"I told Yunjin to go take a shower while we go check on the girls." Sakura nodded, following Chaewon to Kazuha's room, where they found the three youngest girls curled up on the mattresses on the floor.

"I wonder what happened." Sakura whispered, crouching down at your head and gently brushing the sticky hair out of your forehead, checking your temperature in the process. Still warm. "For them to get sick at the same time, I mean." She didn't need to look at Chaewon to know she had a questioning look on her face.

Instead, she kept looking at her girlfriend. Your face was contorted into a uncomfortable expression, but otherwise you seemed to be sleeping peacefully.

"They've been together a lot these past days." Sakura nodded, gently caressing your hair. She smiled when your face muscles relaxed. "Probably caught something when Eunchae took them to make friends." They both had to suppress a laugh when the mentioned girl moved, not wanting to wake any of you up.

It was fun how you and Kazuha were satisfied with only having them as friends but Eunchae was determined to have you two make a least a couple more of friends.

"At least they got sick when we had the day off–"

"Unnie?" They both stopped talking and moving when they heard a raspy voice, Sakura looking at your confused face as you tiredly rubbed your eyes. "Hmm... Kuku is that you?" Sakura smiled at the nickname you only called her when it was only the two of you together, glancing at Chaewon by the corner of her eyes.

"Yeah. Me and Chaewon." You only hummed, sighing as you turned around to look at the two older woman better, Chaewon walking to be besides Sakura by your head.

"Hi unnies." You smiled at then, wincing and closing your eyes as you did so.

"You okay, Bunny?" Chaewon put her hand on your forehead to check on your temperature.

"Yeah. Headache." You yawned, leaning on Chaewon's warm hand. "Was the outting good?" You asked with a voice heavy with sleep, eyes fluttering close again.

"It was." Chaewon spoke in a soft voice, looking at you with adoration and worry. "You should go back to sleep, Bun."

"Thirsty."

Chaewon giggled. "I'll go get it for you." You nodded.

Sakura watched Chaewon leave attentively before she turned back to you, sighing. "I guess we aren't going to the beach anymore then."

"Just cuz we'd share a room." You mumbled in frustration, snuggling up on Sakura's hand as she caressed your cheek.

Your girlfriend stared down at you with amusement. You were feeling miserable, yet the only thing you could think of was her. It made her heart warm with love, although she was still concerned about you. It was rare that you got sick, specially this sick. But she felt loved knowing she was on your mind even in moments like this.

"If you and Zuha get better just enough to travel and Eunchae doesn't get worse by tomorrow then we can still go. We were planning on staying the night there anyways." Your excitement little smile made a big one appear on Sakura's lips.

"I'd like that." You opened your eyes and looked up at your girlfriend. "I think I need cuddles to get better." Sakura put a hand on her mouth so she wouldn't laugh at your words. "I'm serious, Kuku."

"I'm sure you are." You shared fond stares before being interrupted by the door opening, Chaewon coming inside with a glass of water and Yunjin followed.

"Hey, babygirl. Are you feeling better?" Yunjin asked you with a sweet voice, attentively watching Sakura help you sit up just enough to drink the water Chaewon was handing you.

"Too soon to tell." You mumbled, sighing in content as the cold water soothed your sore throat.

"I told her that we might still go tomorrow if she and Zuha are feeling better." Sakura told the other two, receiving nodding approval. All of you were needing a vacation, and even with you and the other maknaes sick, you could get some healing time at the beach.

"Well, you better rest well then." Chaewon said, grabbing Yunjin's hand. "I'll take this one to rest. You take her cup to the kitchen, unnie?" Sakura nodded, silently watching the two girls leave the room.

"You should rest too, baby." Sakura whispered to her girlfriend, silently giggling as you already had your eyes closed, grip weak on the water cup.

Sakura grabbed the cup, guiding the you to lay down. She pressed her lips to your forehead, covering you with your discarded blankets.

"Goodnight, my love."

With fondness in her eyes, Sakura left the room wishing she could cuddle her girlfriend like you wanted her too. But at the end of the day, she would cherish your soft and peaceful moments until the day the girls find out you two are dating.

"Night-night, Kuku..."

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↳ warnings bp!yn, sakura hating yn so much that she’s obsessed, sana is…., second part to obsessed

“why?”

sakura swallowed nervously, trying her best to avoid sana’s gaze, the only way she could get yn’s number was to ask her girlfriend sana who was unfortunately yn’s ex girlfriend.

after having the conversation with yn at the award show, sakura couldn’t help but feel even more frustrated with the scarily perfect girl, yn didn’t have one flaw when they talked, she was as perfect as everyone made her out to be, how sana made her out to be.

she tried to tell herself that the only reason why she’s pulling through with reaching out to yn was because there was no way she was that perfect.

it would give sakura a reason to hate her, to tell sana, hey that ex girlfriend of yours isn’t all that.

“uh, I bumped into her at the award show and she brought up teaching her a dance.” sakura said while she pulled at the skin on her nails, “it’s nothing really, she told me to get her number from you.”

there’s a silence and sakura feels like throwing up, but not even the gods could prepare her for what came out of sana’s mouth.

“did she say anything about me?”

um…

she doesn’t know how to feel, “um, maybe? I don’t remember much.”

sana stares at sakura for more than a second and it has the girl nervous once again, before she picks up her phone, “okay let me just send it to you.”

sakura feels like her shoulders got lighter as relief rushes through her, but it’s just like the universe doesn’t want to see her happy.

“hey, and tell her not to cancel on our plans for this weekend, she needs a break, maybe she’ll listen to her new friend.”

before sakura could even process the words that came out of sana’s mouth, sana pressed a kiss on sakura’s cheek, “I gotta go, talk to you later.”

sakura watched sana leave frozen, only letting a quiet bye leave her lips.

she didn’t like how sana’s voice sounded when she said that, there was something off about it.

but the again there was always something off about sana when yn was the topic of things.

sakura stalled for a little, she felt her heart race just at the thought of contacting yn, she just seemed so untouchable.

she took a deep breathe before finally biting the bullet.

hey yn, it’s sakura sana sent me your number.

she fidgeted for a while at how long it was taking for yn to respond, it’s yn she’s probably booked and busy don’t freak out she told herself.

she flinched at the buzz from her phone.

hey sakura! I was waiting for you to text me

I thought I would have to reach out to sana myself

sakura’s hands shook as she typed out her response.

sorry I was just nervous 😭

don’t be!

I was thinking instead of learning a dance we should go to this cafe that I really felt like going to, we can get to know each other and stuff yk!

sakura hated herself for smiling at the text, why was she so charming? she’s supposed to hate her

sana can come too!

sakura’s smile slowly fell.

that would be cool

send me the details and I’ll tell sana

sakura didn’t know why she felt so uneasy as she walked into the cafe, her hand gripping onto sana’s a little tighter than necessary.

maybe it was because she was about to spend time with the girl who had unknowingly taken up space in her mind for months. maybe it was because sana had barely said anything about their plans, offering nothing more than a casual "sounds fun" when sakura reminded her that morning. or maybe, just maybe, it was the way sana kept fixing her hair, checking her reflection in the window as they walked.

the cafe wasn’t anything special at least not to sakura. but it was a well known spot for idols, private enough that they wouldn’t be bothered yet popular enough that being seen there wasn’t a big deal.

sakura let out a breath as she stepped inside, her eyes immediately scanning the room.

and then she saw her.

yn sat at a small round table near the window, legs crossed, one hand resting under her chin as she scrolled through her phone. she looked effortlessly beautiful, even in something as simple as a matching pink hoodie and sweatpants.

it was unfair.

"yn!" sana called out, her voice just a little too excited.

yn’s head snapped up, her eyes lighting up when she saw them. "sana! sakura!" she beamed, waving them over.

sakura watched as sana let go of her hand without hesitation, walking over to yn with the kind of ease that made sakura's stomach churn.

it was natural. too natural.

when sakura reached the table, yn was already laughing at something sana had said.

"sit, sit," yn said, motioning to the two seats across from her.

sakura slid into the chair beside sana, feeling slightly out of place as she watched the way sana and yn interacted.

it wasn’t that sana was being overly affectionate, but there was something about the way she looked at yn something about the way her body naturally leaned toward her, the way she smiled so easily.

sakura wasn’t an idiot. she knew how it looked.

she knew how it felt, too.

the conversation was light at first yn asked about their schedules, their latest performances, even praising sakura’s last stage.

"you have really good stage presence," yn said, tilting her head slightly as she sipped her drink. "I know you’ve been doing this for a while, but you just… you have this way of making people focus on you."

sakura felt her face heat up at the compliment, caught off guard by how sincere yn sounded.

"oh—uh, thank you," sakura said, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

yn smiled, and for a second, sakura forgot why she was supposed to hate her.

but then yn turned to sana, and it was like sakura wasn’t even there.

"so, how have you been? really."

sana’s lips parted slightly, her expression softening.

"I’ve been okay," she said, and sakura caught the way her fingers toyed with the edge of her sleeve.

yn hummed, resting her chin in her palm as she gazed at sana.

"you work too hard," yn murmured, and there was something so intimate about the way she said it, like she had every right to be concerned.

like she still had every right to care.

sakura watched sana’s reaction closely the way her shoulders tensed, the way she looked down at her lap before offering a small, "yeah, maybe."

it didn’t sit right with sakura.

so she did what any girlfriend would do, she reached under the table and took sana’s hand, squeezing it gently.

but sana barely reacted.

sakura hated the way that made her feel.

"what about you two?" yn suddenly asked, turning her attention back to sakura. "how’s the relationship?"

sakura opened her mouth, ready to answer, but sana beat her to it.

"oh, you know," sana said with a small shrug, "the usual."

the usual?

sakura blinked, caught off guard by how dismissive sana sounded.

"the usual?" yn repeated with a teasing smile. "that’s all I get?"

sana laughed, brushing her hair over her shoulder. "you’re asking like we’re married or something."

yn smirked. "well, you did say you wanted to get married young."

sakura stiffened.

she had never heard sana say that before.

"ah, that was a long time ago," sana said quickly, waving a hand.

yn just hummed, tapping her nails against the table. "sure, sure."

sakura felt like an outsider, like she was intruding on something that wasn’t meant for her.

and the worst part?

she understood why sana looked at yn the way she did.

because she was starting to feel it too.

there was something about yn something so effortlessly charming, so dangerously captivating. she had this way of making you feel like you were the only person in the world, even when she was just teasing you.

sakura hated it.

but she couldn’t stop herself from leaning in when yn spoke, couldn’t stop the way her heart stuttered when yn smiled at her.

it was infuriating.

"so, where are you headed next?" sana asked, stirring her drink absentmindedly.

yn sighed dramatically, leaning back in her chair. "ugh, paris. fashion week. it’s gonna be exhausting."

sakura raised a brow. "oh, you sound so miserable."

yn grinned. "I mean, I can’t complain, but it’s a lot, you know? I haven’t had a real break in forever."

sana frowned. "you really should rest more."

"maybe I will," yn mused, before checking the time. "actually, I should probably get going. my flight’s in a few hours.”

sakura didn’t know why she felt disappointed.

yn stood, adjusting her mini purse before flashing them both another smile. "you two lovebirds have fun, okay?"

sakura felt her stomach drop.

because for some reason, sana flinched at yn’s words.

but the worst part?

sakura flinched too.

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