#minatozaki sana scenarios

[ghostykapi]

three against me (the trio's love)

misamo & fem!reader // college au

thank you for @cry4mina for the misamo pictures and for being delulu with me about misamo <3 MISAMOOO

when you said you wanted your college life to be eventful

you didn't expect the universe throwing you three girlfriends, each with their own side of how they got you locked with them

it starts during the first semester of your 3rd year, when you were in a small cafe, getting to a headstart in your pile of homework

it's perfect, a iced coffee by your side, three readings beside you, your laptop on the coffee table in front of you and phone silenced, muting whatever the onslaught of messages nayeon is sending that you can't even be bothered to check

you needed this, you couldn't handled anymore 'dubchaeng babysitting!' when the duo would just make your head hurt with the amount of crazy ideas they had. the change of pace for the day is much welcome, especially knowing that jeongyeon took over with the lure of seeing a band a cafe next university over

it's nice, you can feel like you are in control for even just for a bit

then the cafe's noise dies down when the door chimes

it's too silent

fuck.

you brace yourself at the trio, who’s presence can make the entire student populous go on their knees. the mere whisper of their little group brings the entire college either trembling

misamo.

you can feel her gaze land on you, despite the only indication that it is one of them without looking is the whispers within the cafe. even the baristas know them

hirai momo. softball player, the star athlete that brings medals and more recognition to your university. average grades, stellar performance when she steps on the field and can land a nasty punch

with each step you hear her take, the more you have to remind yourself not to look. you can hear her giggles and the way your heartbeat is now in your ears

minatozaki sana. influencer and model, the unspoken leader of their group. through her bubbly and charming personality, she uses her wit to become the face of the university. part of the top 10% of the whole university, the inspiration to study hard and diligently

you feel a hand on your shoulder, the firm grasp rendering you unable to move, yet it's how you know who it is. she hums in delight at your sharp intake of breath, knowing that you don't need anything else to tell her apart

myoui mina. rising entrepreneur of 3 different business ventures, the deadliest one from the trio. always calculating, always 10 steps ahead of her peers and competitors. sweet, kind, and demur, she brings class to whatever she does

that includes sitting beside you, her bag gently landing on the table, your proximity leaves the others questioning your relationship, but all you know is that you must have done something at your shared class with her yesterday for her too approach you

"i hope you don't mind" she starts, eyes confident and you want to scream and cry because she's wearing a suit. typically worn when she's fresh from visiting one of her businesses. "i heard you were well versed in code"

"programming is my major yes" you keep your voice leveled, after all, being a woman in such a male dominated course has made you what your flock of admirers say, freezingly cold.

"i have a proposition for you" mina starts, keeping a dangerous game of who can keep the eye contact going "you help me with homeworks and projects while i give you money per assessment made"

while mina has a fair share of students that matched her energy, something in your gaze makes her crack a bit

"what makes you think i'll say yes?"

"you can't say no to me"

"yes i can. here watch i'll say it"

and mina can't deny it when she feels her heart start to race when you get closer to her. faces barely a few inches apart

"i don't do things for money. so no"

and you pull back, ready to put back to attention to your homework when mina speaks up

"every time you have to help me i'll pay you in food"

oh goodness free food

"ok i'm in" you hum, hands typing away on your laptop "we start in two days, send me an address and i'll met you there myoui. now shoo, i have to catch up to my work"

she stares at you with a blank gaze, but inside she's dumbfounded at your boldness

nevertheless, she stands up to leave you be, but before she's out of earshot, she says something you don't quite catch

"what?" you ask

"you should call me mina. myoui is too professional even for my taste dear"

three days later, it's momo who bugs you after your morning class

she slips up right beside you, the lack of dress code in the university gives momo a chance to wear a body hugging pink dress, something that makes everyone go crazy. what you don't like is how every guy is looking at her in ways you want to pluck their eyes out

filthy bastards don't deserve to gaze at her at all

"momo" your ears are red because everyone can clearly see you both in the halls, her arm around your waist as you slowly walk to the next building for your next class "what are you doing?"

"accompanying you to class" momo won't admit it, but ever since mina said you were, in her words, 'pretty and sufficient', she had to see you

"why?" you ask, glaring at every man who's looking at her too creepily, making them scurry away

"just because, plus our classrooms are right beside each other" she relaxes more with each less man in the hall, you notice it

"fine" you huff, and before she can even say anything else, you remove your jacket, giving it to her "wear this for today, i don't want any man to look at you. you're too gorgeous for them"

the rest of the walk is silent on the way to both of your classrooms. only thing you can hear is the squeak of every sneaker from each man running way and the whispers in between students

it's the most peaceful walk momo has had since becoming star athlete

so when you wave at her from the door before disappearing to go to the classroom beside her's, she feels like she can breath without panicking

she hates taking anything math related, but she might bare it more when she knows your beside her classroom

she's hooked

later that afternoon, while you lounge around the student council office sipping a red bull, someone barges in, scaring your team who's having a heated debate on who should the rest of the papers

"fucking jesus who the fuck-" ryujin is silenced from who she sees at the door

minatozaki sana, the ever persistent and one of the most notable member under the team of the president.

"someone sent you flowers?"

not a question you were expecting, even your team is gawking at her

dressed to perfection, you can't catch her in a regular outfit at any point, which is kind of ridiculous. sana doesn't care, always styled like she's going to a fashion week in europe. today she's wearing that white dress that she just wore in her feature in some magazine

what is it with the trio and wearing designer clothing every time they are at university grounds? specifically when they are within your eyesight

"pardon?" you know the amount of admires that still try despite cold rejection, even hailing from different courses. hell you think someone from the university over sent you chocolates once, you gave it to your team though

"did you accept some stupid boy's flowers?" sana repeats, anger in her eyes, an emotion she barely shows, and possessiveness in her body language, something you see glimpses of when someone gets close to mina and momo that she doesn't approve of

"minatozaki you know i don't do that" you say calmly, your team in awe at how you keep a calm attitude "if the suitor doesn't have the guts to face me, then they do not deserve my limited time"

"then you'll entertain if i do right?"

you can hear felix and lily choke over their pizza behind you

"you are not serious" you look at her like she's crazy (she loves being called that, you learn from mina later on)

she gets closer to you, faces barely an inch apart, any slip up from her leaning way to closer over your table and she can just kiss you

"try me, i'll see you at tomorrow's meeting miss vice-president"

when she leaves the office, it takes you and your team a total of 5 minutes to recover

"jesus what the fuck was that"

"ryujin shut up, go back to bickering with lia"

no one has ever said no to the trio

maybe a few people had

they're just not as pretty, charming and confident as you

maybe that's why mina keeps sitting beside you during your shared programming class even oustide 'tutor' hours, why momo's insistent at being beside you in between periods to carry your items on days your classes line up, and why sana shows up in every weekly meeting with an expensive gift or a trinket, challenging each suitor head on.

women like them are gonna be the death of you

"you have some crazy women that like you" jihyo jests beside you, giggling at how sana is glaring daggers at how close you both are. you both are now taking a break along with the rest of the internal team to finalize some papers

"yeah well" you don't like to admit it, but ever since their persistence to always either be near you, you have been starting to crack bit by bit "can't really escape them y'know"

"i think you would look cute with them" jihyo hums, swinging her pen between her fingers, making someone across the table keep her stare at the president "misamo and their girlfriend who sucks ass at karaoke"

"ok that was one time" you huff, jihyo's snickering makes sana look up from her phone, jaw tensing up at how close jihyo is "clearly i let you win because you liked it when tzuyu said she's treat you out if you win right?"

that shuts her up. the said tall woman is at the other side of the room, watching the president's face get red, wondering what you just said to make her like this

"get back to work" jihyo then shoos you away, your laughter making jihyo flip you off before returning to work for herself

before you cam even return to work, your eyes meet sana's, her expression unreadable. you wonder what she's thinking of

you look away, a light blush on your cheeks from her intense stare, busying yourself once more with the papers

to sana, witnessing your smile and laughter rewires her brain, heart pleading with her to speed up whatever this stage the three of them are in. each day that passes drives the three of them crazy

mina is messing up in her calculations, momo is missing her shots and sana is losing her composure on the daily

she needs you. they need you.

when sana heads home that night she keeps thinking about you. even when she lets her girlfriends debate what their late night dinner should be (mina wants tacos, momo is craving for some pasta). she blurts out in the middle of it

"do you think y/n would say yes if we offered her sushi as a late night dinner?"

the two stop at their bickering to look at sana, who's eyes are begging for the next move. she's getting itchy and desperate to make it

"satang" mina reaches out to her, letting sana wrap her arms around her waist as momo hugs them both "did something happen?"

"it's just" sana doesn't even try to hide it at this point, knowing that the three of them are nearing their breaking point "i saw her laugh today and it really made me think that 'i want to make her laugh with us' and i-i don't know but it has been driving me mad"

mina hums in understanding and momo speaks up, ready to take that push

"then let's go"

staying late even after meetings is normal for you to catch up with the papers, but for the past few days, you have been staying late in the office to busy your thoughts

mina hasn't been looking at you in the eye or been acknowledging you

momo hasn't been accompanying you to class

sana hasn't shown up to a single meeting this past two weeks

trying to silence your head, you decided to throw yourself into your extra curriculars every night. this night, you are working alone, the only sounds that you can hear are your aggressive typing on your poor keyboard, the music coming from your small speaker and the voices in your head making your heart ache

and now a knock and the door swinging open

"if you have any concerns please drop them by our social media accounts, email, or even the drop box by the-"

you stop your next words when you look up

mina.

you want to curse at the woman, for deliberately avoiding you. it was worse with her, because at least with the two you didn't have the urge to scream because they simply did not show up.

momo.

even clad in that handsome suit, she's still wearing that jacket you handed over to her. devastatingly handsome and gorgeous, you wonder why did she have to leave you wondering in the noisy university halls

sana.

meetings are still the same, but jihyo keeps on asking why your eyes have been straying, always going back to the door. waiting for that laugh to annoy you, waiting for a snarky remark to any stupid men flirting with you, waiting for anything from her

you really want to throw a chair at them for just showing up now and pissing you off

you don't though, because you missed them

each in their own suit, each with their own gift, each one with a nervous smile that no one will ever see, each one wearing their hearts up their sleeves, and each with the same question you didn't know you wanted to hear until now

"we like you. would you like to go out with us? dinner tomorrow night, our treat"

you can't say no

"you guys are horrible at courting. pick me up at 7"

bonus:

in every first date you've been on, you never come over to your dates home. that changes and ends with them

"hirai" you're trying to keep your breath stable as her hands are playing your hair. eyes hazy, but clearly on you, her self control out the door, just like yours

"myoui" she's behind you, her hands on your waist, murmuring what she's been thinking about for the past days. it's all you, and it makes you melt

"minatozaki" you let her kiss you, silencing your worries and doubts, silencing anything that makes you question them. the heart finally getting what it wants

"you my love, deserve to be ours"

[oraclekleo]

BHS Tarot Reading - Sana (TWICE) [Dom]

BHS Game stands for Blindfold - Handcuff - Spank and it’s a more spicy variant of the Kiss - Marry - Kill game. This passive version of the BHS Tarot Game describes idols’ reactions to them being on the receiving and giving side of these activities. This is the giving end part, where Sana is in a dominant role. You can check the sub part. Depending on your preferences, you can read only the parts you personally feel drawn to or you can read it all out of curiosity. This version describes the situation from the idol’s perspective but can include some details about you, if the cards indicate it.

Disclaimer:

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I don’t know any of the celebrities personally

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I can never guarantee any of what’s said in the reading

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Reading Info:

Rating: VERY 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Requester: /

Deck(s): Erotic Fantasy Tarot, Tarot of Sexual Magic, Tarot of Casanova

Spread: BHS - dom part

Questions:

Blindfolds you

Handcuffs you

Spanks you

Celebrity Info:

Full Name: Minatozaki Sana

Stage Name: Sana

Group: TWICE

DOB: 29.12.1996

Blood Type: B

MBTI: ENFP

Sun Sign: Capricorn

Chinese Sign: Fire Rat

Life Path Number: 3

Masterpost: TWICE

Sana (Twice) - Dom

Blindfolds you (9 of Pentacles, 5 of Wands, Knight of Wands - Erotic Fantasy Tarot): Here we go with Sana in a dominant position and she’s truly a dom to be praised. For Sana, blindfolding you is both a reward for you and a way to resolve any possible conflict. No relationship is always harmonious and the chances are you will fight with Sana from time to time, too. Sana is not a big fan of screaming and throwing things, though. While she does have a sense for drama, she is an artist, not a destroyer. While you are getting furious, she’s likely to cheekily smile and then just silence you with a kiss, whispering something like why you don’t take it to the bedroom now. Once Sana has expressed her point, she is no longer interested in a fight but she’s here to use that heat that came from it. She’s likely to seduce you and put a blindfold on your eyes, making you the more vulnerable one now. While losing sight doesn’t really limit you that much in movement or when it comes to expressing your thoughts, it does put you at her mercy. Sana might even encourage you to try to peek as she’s circling you and through touches, kisses and whispers, slowly transforming your anger into lust. She’s not very likely to take long with this foreplay, as the Knight card suggests considerable speed in play. At a certain point Sana can sense your dispute is forgotten and she might even rip your clothes off with force, making you squeal and giggle from her pure impatience. She’s likely to turn this experience into something luxurious and pampering, making sure you are lying or sitting on a comfortable bed or chair. Maybe she even takes time to properly feel your entire body up, copying every curve and muscle with her fingers and palms, whispering words of admiration to you. Once she has you there, blindfolded, naked, fully aroused and nicely placed for her pleasure, she’s likely to do whatever it takes to drive you both crazy and into ecstatic state.

Handcuffs you (6 of Pentacles, Ace of Swords, 7 of Pentacles - Tarot of Sexual Magic): I mean, the Ace of Swords literally depicts bondage. How more straightforward can it get? When it comes to handcuffing you, Sana is likely to go the whole way and just wrap you up entirely like a present. She’s likely to keep it comfortable for you, though, as she’s not a big fan of inflicting any kind of pain. Tying you up is her way to let you relax and do nothing, just enjoy her love for you while she’s the one doing all the work. Sana takes care of you in every way and when she ties you up, it means you are free to rest that night and enjoy the view and all the sensual notions that are about to come. While it’s not a rule, Sana might sometimes feel especially close to you on some occasions and even sort of tie herself to you. It can be she handcuffs yours and her wrist or she might just wrap a silken ribbon and tie your hips together so your ability to move at that area is restricted. It means you need to become more inventive. The cards suggest a certain sense for aesthetics so the chances are that Sana will tie colourful ribbons around many of your body parts, giving some extra attention and tighter knots to her favourite body parts on you. She’s likely to become a tease as well, talking to you shamelessly and telling you how pretty you look. She will stick her finger behind the ribbon she just tied and pull to estimate how firmly it’s fixed and she will enjoy the loud desperate moans it pulls out of you when she does so at your especially sensitive spots. Once you are motionless and begging her for release, she’s on top of you like a queen she is, looking down at your all worked up face. She might ask you to say certain words while she’s teasing you and she’s gonna keep you on the edge until you say exactly what she wants you to say.

Spanks you (0 The Fool, Ace of Swords, Queen of Pentacles - Tarot of Casanova): Sana is a fan of spanking. She doesn’t even need an excuse for it. You have been good to her all life but she will still want to slap your booty. Take it or leave it. Let’s assume you are for it because you are reading this type of tarot reading. Sana is your mistress, she has the control and runs this show. The cards suggest, she has a dedicated apparel for spanking sessions, maybe she dresses up as dominatrix, maybe she goes for something more subtle like wearing a lacy mask on her face when she’s in the mood. Whatever it is, you always know when it’s time for spanking. There is no moment of surprise, you see the clear signs and chances are that those little things signalling what’s coming are enough to make you feel all hot and bothered. Sana doesn’t even have to tell you what to do, maybe she won’t talk at all for the entire time she’s ‘punishing’ you. You just accept her leadership willingly and happily and you go on all four in front of her. While the cards suggest Sana likes to have specific items of wardrobe dedicated for this occasion, it could also mean she has some accessories for you, too. Maybe it’s a collar, leash, a gag, pants with cutouts for your but cheeks. Sana will decide whether she wants to spank you with her hand but more likely she will use a whip or crop or any other tool she finds fit. While Sana is making sure you feel all relaxed and comfortable when tied up, spanking is a whole new story. You are not supposed to feel comfortable, you are supposed to moan and whine loudly and tremble in front of her. When she finds you ‘punished’ enough, she’s likely to reward your endurance. The cards suggest a certain detachment from the physical which could indicate that after spanking, Sana will pleasure you and allow you to experience orgasm but she’s gonna use toys on you to accomplish it.

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your sana works are soooo… so good 😵‍💫😵‍💫

could you do possessive sana jealous fucking r after finding out one of the other members may have a little crush on r? ><

here it is ♡ hope u like it!!

tags: possessive/obsessive behaviour, cunnilingus (😝), fingering, dubcon? thinly veiled threats towards tzuyu/nayeon (😔)

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The atmosphere in the dorm felt different tonight, tense and charged. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it until Sana walked into the kitchen where you were grabbing a late-night snack. Her expression was anything but her usual bubbly self—her lips pressed into a thin line, her eyes sharper than you’d ever seen them.

“Hey,” you greeted, trying to keep the mood light. “Want some ramen?”

She ignored your offer, leaning against the counter with crossed arms. “I heard something interesting today,” she began, her tone measured but laced with something you couldn’t quite place.

You tilted your head. “Oh? What was it?”

Sana took a step closer, her presence almost suffocating in the small space. “Tzuyu has a crush on you.”

Your eyes widened slightly, and you let out a small laugh, shaking your head. “Tzuyu? She’s just being sweet. It’s nothing serious.”

Her jaw tightened at your response, and she placed her hands on either side of you, effectively trapping you between her and the counter. “It’s serious to me,” she said, her voice dropping to a low whisper.

You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden proximity. “Sana, it’s really not a big deal. I didn’t even know about it until now.”

“That’s exactly the problem,” she said, her eyes boring into yours. “You don’t see how people look at you. How they want you.” Her voice wavered slightly, but the possessiveness was unmistakable.

She leaned in closer, her lips just a breath away from yours. “But they don’t get to have you. You’re mine.”

Your heart raced at her words, the intensity in her eyes pinning you in place. “Sana…”

“I mean it,” she continued, her voice softening but no less firm. “I don’t care who it is. No one gets to take you away from me.”

You reached up to gently cup her face, your thumb brushing against her cheek. “You don’t have to worry about that. You’re the only one I want, Sana.”

Her eyes searched yours for any trace of doubt, and when she found none, she finally relaxed—only for a moment. Then, a sharper glint returned to her gaze, and her grip on your waist tightened, as she led you to her room.

“Good,” she murmured, her tone dipping into something darker, more dangerous. “Because I’m not just saying this, you know. I mean it. You’re mine. And I’ll make sure everyone—everyone—knows it.”

You swallowed, feeling the weight of her words settle over you like a heavy blanket. “Sana, you don’t have to—”

“I do,” she interrupted, her voice firmer now. “I’ve seen the way they look at you. And now that I know someone in our group thinks they can take what’s mine?” She shook her head, a humorless laugh escaping her lips. “I don’t think so.”

Her hands slid up your sides, slow and deliberate, until they rested just under your jaw. She tilted your face up to meet her eyes, her thumbs brushing over your skin as if to stake her claim even further.

“I don’t care if it’s Tzuyu, Nayeon, or anyone else,” she said, her voice dropping to a near-growl. “If they think they can compete with me, they’ll find out just how far I’m willing to go to keep you.”

You shivered, unsure if it was from her words or the way her touch sent sparks through your skin. “Sana…”

Her lips finally met yours, urgent and unyielding, cutting off whatever protest you might have had. When she pulled back, her smirk was unmistakable, her confidence radiating off her in waves. She sat you down, rather forcefully, onto her bed.

“Let them try,” she said softly, her voice dripping with finality. “They’ll learn soon enough. You belong to me.”

She leaned forward, pushing you down, the bed creaking with the sudden move. In the dim light, you can only see her eyes glinting, her tongue licking her lips in a slow pace, letting you drink in all the details. Her kisses trailed down, lower and lower, her mouth pressing hot kisses against your soft skin. A whimper escaped you, and you could feel your egotistical girlfriend smirking into your belly, her slender fingers unbuckling the belt on your jeans.

Soon enough, her tongue pressed against your cunt, eliciting a small moan from you. She licked long stripes for a few seconds before plunging deep into you, fucking you with her tongue. You were a hot mess, a thin sheen of sweat covering you, face flushed red from her actions.

She got up and positioned you so you were sitting on her lap, her arm snakes around your waist, her fingers entering you, and you whined into her neck, ready feeling stuffed. Sana only kisses your head, not responding to your pleas to slow down, her wrist already dripping from your slick. "Sana, sto-... stop.. mm.." She narrowed her eyes, only for her to tighten her grip on you, her fingers curling as she fucks you. You stifle your sobbing and moaning, not wanting to stop her but at the same time feeling overwhelmed.

"My love, you're mine. Let me make sure you remember that."

[cry4mina]

Jealousy

(Sana x fem!reader)

Word Count: 6.7k

Smut/Play angst/Fluff

Summary: You have a friend from college that is coming to visit and is very affectionate with you. Sana doesn't like that and retaliates before taking this "issue" into her own hands.

TW: THIS IS JUST FUCKING WITH A HINT OF BACK STORY. drinking, food, eating, sex, oral, strap ons, jealousy, degrading, top sanaaaaaaaaa, choking, hand cuffs, just a whole brain rot moment. Let me know if I missed anything.

AN: Hey hi hellooooo! (I BARELY PROOF READ THIS PLS FORGIVE) I feel so out of practice with writing! I had the brain rot and needed to do the thing. I hope you all enjoy this! Thank you to @ghostykapi for always helping me get plot points down like girl what would I do without you and for @psylocke142 and @sscieloz because the three of you constantly keep me sane while I'm losing it when brain does not work LMAO

Please enjoy and drink some water today! Ask are always open and feedback is always welcome! :)🖤

“You don’t need to be nervous, babe. She’s going to love you!” reassuring your wife sitting next to you in the booth of your favorite cafe.

Nayeon, your best friend from college/roommate at the time was in town and wanted to visit and catch up with you - and meet your wife, Sana. You couldn’t be more excited for them to finally make acquaintance after years of talking both of them up to each other.

“I know, I know but I just know how much she means to you and I want to make a good impression, you know?” puppy dog eyes looking up at you, melting you as always.

Sana looked stunning today, wearing a lavender cardigan and a white tank top underneath with some light washed oversized jeans paired with white sneakers. Her hair is long and framing her face so perfectly, with a lavender bow in her hair.

Looking so sweet and kind, glowing in her seat while making eye contact with you. You’re so in love with her, a masterpiece come to life - moving ethereally and making beautiful waves that crash happiness and warmth into the depths of your soul.

Submerging you completely into Minatozaki Sana.

���And you will, my love.” slipping your hand into hers, toying with the ring that was the product of the love built between the two of you.

“You’re sure?” looking down at your hands intertwined, watching as your hands fiddle with the gold band and then back up at your eyes that were filled with pure admiration.

“Never been more sure about anything.” beamed back at her.

It was true, asking her to marry you was the best decision you had ever made and you would do it a million times over, in every single life.

Sana’s cheeks flush red, bringing the hand that wasn’t intertwined with yours under the table up to cover her own smile, sheepishly trying to not get flustered with the way you still flirted with her, even after years of being together.

“Hello! My name is Michael. Can I start you off with some drinks?” the waiter must have snuck up to the table while you were wrapped in each other.

“I’ll have a sweet tea, please.” looking over to Sana who is still trying to compose herself.

“And she will have a hot green tea with honey, thank you.”

“Ma’am?” looking over to Sana.

The waiter seems to be completely ignoring what you said your wife wants…Cocking your head and furrowing your brows, you tilt your head up to look at him.

“I’d like what she said I wanted, thanks.” confusion laces her voice as the waiter sighs with a smile at the sound of her voice and walks to gather your drinks.

“What the fuck is that about?” back tensing in anger, staring daggers at the man who just flirted with your wife.

“You’re cute when you’re angry.” a cold finger catches your chin and leads you to look right into her eyes, inching her face closer and closer to you.

“Nothing to worry about, baby.” voice squeaking with pure happiness at your jealousy as she places her lips on yours, sending you into a whirl wind.

“I’m all yours…forever, remember?” lifting her hand out of yours to flash you the ring and wink.

It takes everything in you to not sink to the floor, you never should’ve taught her how to wink. It’s going to be the death of you and you’re already so weak to her touch that a wink on top of it could send you into a spiral of thoughts of love, and some others that are lust driven.

“Y/n?!” shouted from the front of the cafe, the voice is familiar that can only mean one thing.

“Oop! There she is!” standing up to spot her.

Seeing her and trying to catch Nayeon’s attention and wave her to the table.

Nayeon was wearing a very small crop top, showing off her stomach, and a very small pair of shorts. Very revealing, which doesn’t surprise you. She was always comfortable in her s

“You’re late!” is how you decided to her her attention.

Squealing at the sight of you, you open your arms for Nayeon to practically tackle you to the floor.

“I missed you so much Y/nnie! Look at you! You’re glowing. Ugh I just know that Sana is taking SUCH good care of you. And this, is your color.” grabbing your face and kissing your cheeks obnoxiously with a loud smack to each side, before tugging on the royal blue sweater you were currently wearing and pointing down to the shoes that matched it.

“I miss you too, Nay! I promise you she is and thank you!” bringing her in for another tight hug before letting go, Nayeon’s hand trailed down your arm and stopped in your hand, linking your fingers together.

Head turning start your introductions to one another and you realize that you might’ve forgotten to tell Sana that Nayeon is very physically affectionate…and that it meant nothing…oops.

Your wife’s jaw is on the floor, eyes wide and you can see the annoyance simmering underneath the shocked expression on her face.

“Nayeon! This is my wife, Sana.” throwing the word “wife” in, hoping that it would calm Sana enough to get through lunch so you could explain yourself later.

Already knowing that this was going to be a big conversation tonight.

“Oh my goodness! You’re stunning!” Nayeon let go of your hand and brought them up to grab Sana’s, pulling her out of her chair.

“It’s so so so lovely to meet you! I’ve heard so many wonderful things!” Joyfully offered to your wife as Nayeon wrapped her arms around her.

“Likewise!” Sana’s voice is chipper but the glare she’s giving you from over Nayeon’s shoulder is the exact opposite.

“Shit.” stated under your breath, as Nayeon and Sana part ways to create more small talk between the two of them, everyone taking their seats to get brunch started.

Sana and you take your place on the side of the table you were already on, Nayeon sitting across from you in the booth as your wife and bestfriend slip from small talk into questions about each other.

Both of them seem comfortable, this is great.

A jealous Sana was sexy, the way anger flared behind her eyes never failed to get you wet, even though it was usually not the time for it. Not willing to let this become a situation of jealousy because it’s Nayeon…if it was a stranger, sure but you want these two to get along.

Maybe Sana would get to know Nayeon and realize that the affection wasn’t something that meant anything at all.

Maybe she’s already forgotten.

The waiter walks back over and places your drinks down on the table, only addressing Sana in the process.

“Here you are, Ma’am.” his hands are slightly shaky as he placed the drink down.

“Thank you, sweet heart.” winking at him seductively.

…she had not forgotten…

You were regretting teaching her to wink even more so, as watched as the waiter’s thoughts leave his mind, swearing you could see his heart beat in his neck.

“uh…uhm...N-no p-p-problem, m-ma’am.” tugging at his collar to relieve some of the pressure Sana just placed on him.

Nudging her with your elbow, the look you’re giving her sliced through all the tension of this and was now turning into something she saw as a game.

Pawn move, your turn.

Nayeon is taking all of this in, without interrupting the show unfolding, leaning back in her seat and cocking an eyebrow. Does she realize what’s actually happening here or does she think that Sana is insane?

“I’ll take an iced americano, thank you.” to the panicked man, giving him the exit he seemed to crave so desperately.

“Right away, ma’am!” rushing off behind the doors to the kitchen, you swear you can hear his sigh of relief when he steps out of sight.

“So how is Jeongyeon? How are things?” inquiring so you can distract for what she was witnessing.

“She’s great! She’s back home with Dahyun. They just opened a coffee shop so they’ve been busy bodies with that.” smiling in pride of what her wife and best friend were doing.

“No way! After all these years of wanting to? I’m so happy to hear they’ve finally done it!” returning the sentiment back to her with excitement.

“And Dahyun is still rooming with you both, I assume?”

“Our perfect third wheel!” both of you burst into a giggle, Sana watches how close the two of you are.

You can feel her energy shift into possessive and jealous, more tense by the second as you continue on with brunch.

Nayeon reaches her hand over the table to grab yours, genuinely smiling at you as she prepares to say something.

Sana is seething next to you and you can already tell what she’s going to do about it.

“It’s truly so great to see you, I’m so happy they called a meeting here so we could get together and I could meet Sana too!” the warmth and friendship radiating off the sentence went right over Sana’s head as she laid her hand on your thigh, digging her nails right into the denim of your black jeans.

The waiter, Michael, comes back over with Nayeon’s iced americano and places it on the table.

“Do you need some more time to look over the menu? Or have any questions?” the poor boy is shaken to his core, and it’s about to get so much worse.

“What’s your favorite thing on the menu, honey?” Sana says without looking up at him.

“Oh, you know I love the ba-” you start.

“Not you.” putting her hand up to halt you, mid sentence.

“Michael.” looking up at him with those puppy dog eyes and a smile.

You swear you can physically see his knees turn to jelly.

“Uhm…well I r-really like the pancakes, ma’am.”

Rolling your eyes in disbelief, you wait for her response, making eye contact with Nayeon and communicating with her silently as all of this transpired.

“Pancakes it is then.” putting on her sweetest voice possible before handing him the menu and intentionally touching his hand.

“Wow, your hands are so strong…” caressing the top of one of them before pulling back.

“I wonder how useful those could be…”

“Sana! Enough!” the rage set in with you snapping at her, she had pushed this too far and she knows it.

“Oh, come on. It’s all in good fun, right?” kissing your cheek and then winking at him again.

“Right, Sweet heart?” referring to Michael again.

Staring at her in disbelief, your jaw tightens as you look back at Nayeon who is holding in her laughter, flushing red from the suppression.

“And no laughing out of you!” pointing to her across the table, her arms shoot up to claim her innocence.

“I’m just here to visit a friend! I swear!” chuckling through the sentence and bringing an ease to the table.

“A friend…right…” Sana seems to not believe but laughs along anyway.

Nayeon managed to cut the tension like she always did with a silly moment and for that you were grateful.

—

Over the course of this brunch, you had lovely conversations that everyone was involved in. Nayeon and Sana got along really well, despite the introduction, enjoying a lot of the same things and having lengthy conversations about many different topics.

“How long are you in town for?” Sana asked before taking a sip of her drink.

“I fly home tomorrow night, unfortunately.” sighing and knowing that the visit would be short lived.

“That’s too soon.” quipped back with a frown.

A sudden sparkle behind her eyes and the twitch of her brow shows you that she’s up to something.

“Where are you staying?” expeditiously inquired through a new tone of excitement.

“Well, this trip was very last minute so I’m hoping I can get a hotel down town by the airport. If anything, I can just sleep in the rental car and head to the airport tomorrow afternoon.”

“Nonsense! You’ll stay with us!” This surprised both you and Nayeon.

Sana offering Nayeon to stay at your home was a very big deal. You both really liked your privacy and for her to extend that invitation was...not like her.

“I wouldn’t want to impose!” Nayeon is dismissive of the thought, looking over to you for some hint that this would be okay.

Nodding to her very softly, you agree.

“I insist, Nayeon! I can’t have my wife’s best friend sleeping in discomfort when we have a perfectly good guest room for you to stay in.” Sana’s hand reaches out over the table to grab Nayeon’s, reassuring her that all was well.

“Alright, I’ll stay.”

“Great! I’ll get the check.”

The waiter must’ve been listening as he was immediately when he heard Sana wanted something. Nayeon let out a belly laugh when she saw how quickly he was present, and you rolled your eyes.

Reaching out to hold your hand, Nayeon decides to move a pawn on the gameboard.

“Y/nnie, did you ever tell Sana about what we used to do?” the flirtatious tone perks up Sana’s ears, the scowl on her face already gently forming around her squinted eyes.

“Nayeon, what are you talking about?” trying to brush off what Nayeon was hinting at so Sana wouldn’t get upset.

“What did you guys used to do?” attempting to keep cool about the new information that just dropped onto the table like an anvil.

“If Y/nnie doesn’t remember, I don’t think I should say, besides…I don’t know if you’d be too excited about hearing it anyways. Just a very fond memory to live in my mind then.”

Nayeon winks at Sana and then stands up.

“See you at your house!” swiftly walking out of the cafe.

—

The walk to the car was silent.

Only the sounds of your shoes against the concrete.

Walking around to the passenger seat, you open the door for Sana and wait for her to get inside. She’s just standing by the car and clenching her jaw, you can see the muscles flexing causing you to swallow harshly - nerves tingling as you walk around to the driver’s side door.

Sana suddenly slams the door closed without getting inside before promptly opening it again, for herself, and gets into her seat, closing the door behind her.

Blinking a few times at how petty that actually was, you slip into the drivers seat and start the car.

The first 5 minutes of driving are just as quiet as the walk to the car, Sana’s stewing in her jealousy next to you and you’re just waiting for her to say something.

Slowing down and stopping at a red light, you look at the road in front of you until you feel her eyes burning a hole into the side of your face.

“What did you guys used to do?” sneered at you in disgust.

“We used to smoke weed and sit on a couch, babe. A few concerts, a couple parties but nothing that warrants this reaction.” trying to reassure her that there was no threat from Nayeon.

“Sounds like there might be more. Tell me.” her stern tone rattles you to your core…causing that flash of heat under your skin that screams in desire.

“I mean we hooked up once a long long time ago. But it was one time, and it never happened again.”

“You WHAT!?”

Uh oh.

“You guys had sex?!”

“Baby, we were 18 and young. Probably drunk. It only happened one time. I didn’t think it was that important.” trying to explain but she did not want to hear it.

At. All.

“No wonders she’s so fucking affectionate with you! She probably still wants to fuck you. What the fuck, why wouldn’t you tell me this?!” through clenched teeth and she crosses her arms and shifts away from you.

“Sana, it meant nothing then and it means even less now. I love you. I want to be with you. This was a long time ago, okay?”

Silence.

“Sana.”

More silence.

“Sana!” rising in volume to get her attention.

“Okay, fine. Whatever.” waving her hand at you, the weak signal that she would be fine about this.

“Sana, Nayeon is my best friend…okay? That’s all. You are my wife. I married YOU. Not her.” reassurance making it’s way to her as you try and defuse.

“I trust you. She’s your best friend…I’ll be on my best behavior.” rolling her eyes and sighing next to you.

A fight given up a little too easily…knowing her, she was planning something else.

This was going to be a long night, wasn’t it?

—

Dinner came and went as quickly as brunch did. Spending the night lounging around the house and watching movies with Nayeon and Sana was such a good way to spend the evening - despite the argument in the car earlier.

It seems like they’re getting along very well, giggling with each other and nonstop chatting. It seems Sana is getting comfortable and actually trying to get to know your best friend.

That warms your heart more than anything. She was really willing to put her jealousy aside for you…it’s impossible to not love her more and more every single day.

Nayeon and Sana decided they wanted to watch a movie, so you let them pick while you went and got some snacks from the kitchen.

Returning to find them on the couch whispering to each other, you decided to just sit on the other side of Sana and let them press play when they were ready.

They picked a weird comedy you had never heard of, you decided to just scroll through your phone while the movie played on.

—

Around 10pm, Sana stretched and yawned, leaning into your neck and sighing into you. Toying with the end of your shirt lightly and scooting closer to you.

“You getting sleepy, my love?” leaning your cheek against her forehead and wrapping your arms around her.

All she could do was nod her head softly and nuzzle into you further.

“Why don’t you go and get ready for bed? I’ll show Nayeon where she will be sleeping and meet you in there, okay?”

“Okay. Goodnight Nayeon. Thank you for today!” standing up, giving Nayeon a hug and sluggishly making her way to the bedroom you shared and closing the door behind her.

“She’s a tough one, huh? I never thought I’d see you go for someone jealous…especially with how jealous you get!” Nayeon nudged you as you both stood up and you made your way down the hall to the guest bedroom.

“I wouldn’t say though! She’s just not used to people being touchy with me. She likes a little jealousy…and I mean, you know I like possessive. Even if this round was a little intense. I’m really happy you both got to know each other better so we can do this more often” smiling at Nayeon.

“You both are a match made in heaven. I’m really happy for you, Y/nnie. She’s lovely. Good luck later!” booping your nose lightly and turning to go into the room.

“What does tha-…You know what, I dont want to know…goodnight.” dismissively waving your hand at her while closing the door shut. Her laugh can be heard from the other side of it.

Walking back to your own room, you can’t help but wonder what that meant…good luck? with what? Maybe it was just her trying to psych you out…

Trying to be quiet as you enter, you don’t see Sana on her side of the bed, assuming she’s still in the bathroom, you strip out of the clothes you spent your day in and changed into just a large T-shirt.

The bathroom door opens up softly while you’re bringing your clothes across the room to put in the laundry basket, not bothering to look up, you toss the clothes in the vessel and turn around to crawl into your side of the bed.

That’s when you finally register what is happening in front of you.

Sana has changed into her red, lacey night gown…the one that’s completely see through…the one she knows you can’t resist.

Trying not to drool at the sight of her and how sensual she is in her movements, the way her hips sway and the way she’s looking you up and down like you’re prey to her.

Taking a few steps closer to you, she watches as you stand there in total shock - ready to drop to your knees for her.

“I think I need to remind you what it means to be my wife.” sultry, sexy tone dripping off her tongue, melting through your brain - the ache for her very present between your legs.

“I think you need a reminder of who you belong to…” the sentence lingers in your mind as she makes her way over to you slowly.

Fuck.

She’s playing hard ball with you, wanting you to submit to her immediately…and you’re tempted. It’s hard not to be when she’s like this.

Usually so soft and sweet, but when that bedroom door closes, she’s in charge and you didn’t feel like giving her that power that easily, even if you knew you’d end up sore tomorrow.

“I need to be reminded? Ha! You must not remember what you did.” flipping the script on her, crossing your arms while you wait for your reply.

The devilish smirk translucently sits across her mouth for a moment, before dissolving seamlessly into the start of something that would haunt you all night long.

The game has begun.

“What I did?!” raising her voice at you and taking a defensive stance.

“After what YOU did with your little friend! And in front of me, no less!” Scoffing and crossing her arms at the memory.

Hesitating to say anything, you try and think of a how you want to navigate this. It’s obvious how this is going to end, considering the red lace that’s barely covering her body when the idea pops into your head.

Pawn moved.

“It’s cute when you’re like this” slowly walking up to her and placing your hands on her hips and leaning into her chest, lips mere inches apart.

“Whatever.” Arms still crossed under your chests pressed together as she fights to not wrap her arms around you.

“Awh come on, my jealous baby. You know it’s only you.” Trailing a finger up her side and watching as she swallows harshly, breath hitching as she mimics your movements.

As her hands glide up your sides, the tips of her fingers graze lightly over your skin and lift the over size shirt with them - revealing what was underneath.

Nothing.

Sana lets out a short laugh when she sees your bare ass, smacking it loudly and leaning forward into you with a hand slithered up the back of your neck and through your hair.

Check.

“And who says that you’ll get what you want from me? You think being a slut for others gets you rewarded?” rebutted in a whisper with her lips brushing past yours so delicately.

Pawn moved.

Hands coasting up her back and into her hair that’s tied into a bun, you kiss up her cheek and right to her ear.

“If you won’t, I know someone who will.” another peck to her cheek.

Check. Mate.

“Someone in the next room…she’s done it before. You’ve seen her hands, right baby? Can’t you just imagine how fu-”

Sana suddenly lets go of you. Shoving you, hard, onto the bed.

“Don’t fucking move. You’re going to regret what you said but any disobedience going forward will only result in worse. Do you understand me, whore?” the mood is rage scorched, scowling down at you as you nod your head one time before she sets off to the closet.

She pulls out the box, grabs her strap - the larger one - slipping it on and tightening the sides so it fits tightly. What surprises you is when she reaches back into the box and pulls out some hard metal handcuffs you rarely ever used.

“You think you can just talk about someone else fucking you and get away with it, bitch?” walking up to you, twirling her finger around in front of her, signaling you to turn over onto your stomach.

“Hands behind you.” her stern voice is making you dizzy, unable to actually register what she’s actually saying.

“Now!”

A hard smack to your lower thighs startles you, the sting is delicious but you listen to what she says and put your hands behind your back.

The metal is cold against your wrists, wiggling to see how tight they were. There wasn’t much room to move at all.

Running your fingers against the metal to find the loose bolt that usually releases the sex cuffs, you can’t find one that rattles against your fingers.

“Awh…you thought I’d use the fake ones on you?”

Oh, shit.

Sana pulls you to the edge of the bed, feet flat on the floor and torso bent over the sheets. Taking the head of the strap, she runs it up and down your slit in a very unhurried fashion.

“Look how wet you are.” slapping the end of the dildo on your clit a few times just to hear it splatter against you.

“Did you get wet like this for her too?” gliding back over your slit this time dipping between your lips and grinding against your clit.

A gasp leaves your lips at the sensation, the burst of pleasure that sent shockwaves through you.

“Answer me, slut.” she’s leaned over your back and in your ear, grinding softly against you.

Holding you down by the chain with one hand, the other slips up to your neck, holding your throat to force you to keep your head up.

“Why don’t you…fuck- ask her?” whined out between the sluggish strokes of Sana’s strap.

Immediately coming to a halt when what you said registers in her mind, she grips your throat tighter, you can feel her tensing her body.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?!” growled as she lifts herself off of you.

Rabid, feral and unhinged, Sana can’t seem to get a grip on herself. Taking the chain of the cuffs in her hand and tugging hard, she flips you over on your back. Lost in lust and rage, she grips the collar of the thin oversized shirt you were wearing and rips it clean down the middle in one harsh tug.

You’re lost in your own neediness as you start to drip onto the floor, waiting for Sana to make her move and put you in your place.

Watching as she stands before you, strap brushing up against your core while her hands are clenched into fists next to her.

You swear you can see the steam spewing from her ears and her jaw clenching. Nudging her hips forward, the sensation of the strap against you pushes you closer and closer to begging for her and you know that’s exactly what she wants.

Sana’s hand flies down and smacks your thigh, the sound is brutal but the pain is something you crave.

“I said, what the fuck did you just say?”

You’re melting, slipping into the mindset of wanting.

Wanting her.

Craving her.

“Baby” huffed out through the tension of the room.

“Please”

“Please, what?” leaning forward, her finger comes up to your collar bone and traces it down, feather light touches right over your nipple and slipping to your hips.

Her lips follow from your neck down to your nipple, brushing past her lips barely touching your skin as she descended.

“Sana, please…I need to feel you.” breathing becoming heavier as her mouth travels down to your hips, biting down when she’s low enough to cause the reaction she wants.

Bucking your hips forward, instinctual reaction from your body- her hand raises and smacks your tit. Moaning into the empty space in the room as Sana kisses her way down to your slick smeared lips.

Her breath against your pussy was enough to push you over the edge - a long carnal whine expelled in frustration at how slow she was going. Needing her to finally take you the way you knew she wanted to.

“Say. It.” maliciously whispered, eyes showing you that even if her face was stoic in this moment, there was a hunger in them.

Sana drags her tongue up your inner thigh, stopping right before you could gain any relief from the friction of her touch.

This was torture.

“Baby” a breathless attempt.

Sana inches her way back up to your mouth, leaving a trail of ever deepening teeth marks in her wake, until she’s face to face with you - noses caressing and lips teasing each other.

Tugging at the metal of the cuffs, you whimper at not being able to touch her. Wanting to pull her close to you and tempt her to break- to give in and give you want you needed from her.

Sitting in sounds of your shallowed breath, Sana smirks at you letting out a sigh.

“I can feel how wet you are, baby.” taking her hand down the the base of the strap and positioning it against your entrance.

“Dripping down my strap and knowing that you can’t touch me…Must be so agonizing for a whore like you.” taunting you through clenched teeth and a forced smile.

Gliding over your slit again, she brings her lips closer to yours, letting you lean up to her but pulling away before your lips meet.

The only thing you can think about is her ruining you. Burning sensations of the emptiness between your legs instructs you to rock your hips back and forth to try and get her to slip the tip inside you.

“What’s the safe word?” pulling out of the moment to acknowledge the boundaries.

“Red.”

As soon as the word flies out of your mouth, Sana’s hand is around your throat. Thrusting her hips forward painfully slow until she completely bottoms out inside you.

The moan you let out was music to Sana’s ears, wanting nothing more than to let the guest in your house to know who could make you like this…let them know who you belong to.

Pulling the attachment out to the tip, Sana slams back down - hard but at a slow pace.

“That’s right, honey.” hips cocking back again.

“Let her know you’re mine.” hips snapping into you creating a rhythmic slapping as she continues torturing you with the aggressively slow stake to her claim.

Lips finally meeting, you’re fighting the metal connecting your hands as you both passionately dissolve into each other.

Sana’s grip around your throat tightens as she slowly starts to pick up the pace of ramming the strap into you. Her other hand trails to pinch your nipple, giving it a flick and a few twists so you moan even louder.

Feeling all the euphoria she was presenting you with, you’re unable to stop yourself from whimpering and moaning. Any attempt at muffling them felt useless. The only sounds outside of your own moaning was Sana breathing heavier as she snapped her hips into you, was the sound of your slick against her aggressive, deep thrusts.

Sana suddenly stops, elbows on either side of you, her resting and catching her breath for a moment. Taking a second to brush the hair out of your face, she looks you in the eyes and snaps her hips into you, pressing against your cervix when she speaks.

“Does she fuck you like this, slut?” another harsh thrust.

“Unh! Fuck babyyyy- ungh” your own voice echoes off the wall and back to you.

“Can she make your pussy this fucking wet?” another rabid jolt of her hips.

The deep strokes of her inside you hit every spot imaginable, tingling building in your limbs as she keeps marking her territory with her mouth, bite marks and hickies litter your body haphazardly.

Pressure building from inside you, gasping for air when you realize how close you are to cumming.

“S-Sana! I’m gonna c-cu-”

“No.” is all she says when she pulls out of you completely and watches as you writhe and whine on the sheets.

Moaning and whining in protest as you feel the pleasure receding, Sana just smiles and watches you tear up.

“Tell me who you belong to.” tip grinding against you again, this time causing an almost out right panic in you.

“Only you! Sana, please! fuck me! I need it I need it I need it PLEASE.” tears rolling down your cheeks, inching yourself close to her.

“Sit up.”

You immediately do as your told.

Sana grabs the keys from the nightstand and unhooks your hands.

Immediately, without a second thought, you’re pulling her onto the bed and pushing her down. Her smile is huge, giggling at how desperate you are.

Sana’s hands make their way to your thighs as you fix your position on top of her, straddling her as you ease yourself down onto her.

Hands flying up to catch your waist before you can sink too far down on her, she holds you still and buck her hips up one hard time before allowing you to sit comfortably with the strap inside you.

Completely blissed out, you lean forward and lay on her chest with your face in her neck. Her soft sweet giggle can be heard in your ear.

“Is my good girl that desperate?” placing her hands on your ass and assisting you in slamming down onto her.

“I bet she couldn’t ruin you like this.” positioning her hips at just the right angle to hit your G-spot over and over again as she picks up her pace for you.

Loudly mewling out as she rails into you, the ethereal wave comes back and takes hold of you again. Slamming yourself down onto her on your own, you can only think about cumming for her.

Right as the orgasm is about to shatter through you, Sana flips you over and throws you into a mating press, thighs against your chest and starts jackhammering into you so deeply that it sets your skin on fire.

“Fuck, S-s-ana! I’m gonna c-cum! J-ust like th-that baby!”

“Tell me who you belong to, honey.” her tempo only accelerates.

“You! Only you!” turning you into a groaning mess as you come undone around her.

Vision blacking out, you practically scream as you lose your sense of self and turn into exactly what she wanted, a ruined wife.

Her ruined wife.

Every fiber of your being set on fire and you violently thrash underneath her, creating a mess on the sheets and all over your wife.

Sana is laying soft sweet pecks on your cheeks as she lets you ride out your orgasm, holding your hips still while she lightly rocks into you.

“You’re so good for me, baby.” kissing your forehead and standing up, removing the strap from inside you.

“Look at the mess you made” pointing to the lace smeared with slick.

Unable to catch your breath, you try to compose yourself to reply when she sinks to her knees between your legs.

“Let me help clean you up, honey.”

A long, wide tongued lick up your pussy has you twitching immediately, still completely sensitive and walking into overstimulated territory.

All you can say is “Fuck, baby.” as she laps at you, cleaning up the remanence of cum from your thighs and cunt.

Passing over your clit intentionally, she watches you squirm and moans into you. Hands immediately grasping at her head, trying to pull her closer.

“Is that what you want, baby?” before a rhythmic open mouth kiss engulfs your most sensitive area and turns you back into a groaning mess.

It wasn’t long before she added her fingers into your folds, slipping two in immediately and pressing them up while latched onto your clit.

Bucking your hips into her mouth, you release the loudest, guttural moan you’ve ever heard as you cum around her fingers. Barely giving you enough time to come down from your first orgasm, she expected this of you - cumming quickly for her a second time.

Feeling the droplets of sweat dropping from your forehead, you feel Sana crawl up next to you and snuggle into you. Still gasping for air, you rolled onto your side and nuzzled into her. She played with your hair until you eventually fell asleep in her arms.

—

Waking up the next day was an atrocious feeling, not enough sleep and more sore than you ever had been.

Cracking your eyes open, you realize the bed is empty and there’s laughter coming from the kitchen.

Sitting up and rolling out of bed, you stretch and wince before getting a pair of Sana’s sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt to cover yourself up.

Opening the door to the bedroom, you wipe the sleep from your eyes and meander over to where the sound was coming from, dragging your feet along the way.

Sana and Nayeon are drinking coffee together in their pajamas - Sana is wearing one of your shirts and a pair of sleep shorts, a stark difference to what she wore last night. Nayeon has on something similar.

“Well good morning to you, Y/nnie!” Nayeon blurts out before falling into a thunderous cackle.

“You look like you got beat up! I said good luck, didn’t you hear me?” continuing to laugh with Sana.

“How bad are they? I didn’t check my neck in the mirror…wait, you…you knew?!” squinting at her in judgement.

“They’re pretty bad…Sana must have a biting kink, hm? And of course I knew! The tension between the two of you can be felt light years away. Plus, you weren’t exactly quiet about it.” fighting the laughter as she winked at you.

Nayeon’s hands shoot up in innocence again.

“She’s yours, Sana. I wouldn’t dream of taking her away from you.”

Looking over at Sana, she’s got her hand over her mouth trying to stifle the giggles. She walks over to pour you some coffee.

“I think it’s more about possessive and less about biting…And what are you laughing at?! You started this!” pointing at your wife as she turns beat red.

“No I didn’t.” nonchalantly as she passes you the mug.

“Nayeon should be happy that she’s leaving tonight.” sipping the warmth and smacking your lips at the taste.

“Why is that?” curiously inquired by Im Nayeon.

Looking over at Sana, she’s embarrassed and covering her face with her hand again but for different reasons.

“I didn’t flirt with you, but Sana flirted with the waiter in front of my face like that so I’ll put it this way…I know someone who’s louder and about to get it a lot worse than I did.”

[misanahrs]

just the two of us —minatozaki sana.

now playing: moonstruck - enhypen.

synopsis - from the moment minatozaki sana steps into your studio, she’s utterly smitten. shamelessly flirting at every opportunity, she’s determined to win you over, but she doesn’t expect to fall this hard. between teasing exchanges, stolen glances, and a first date filled with laughter and flustered moments, sana realises she’s completely, hopelessly in love.

pairing - minatozaki sana x fem reader.

i:

you’ve always been comfortable behind the camera. there’s a quiet kind of power in being the observer rather than the observed, in capturing the world through a lens without having to stand in its spotlight. you’ve worked with dozens of models before—beautiful people who know exactly how to command attention—but none have ever made you forget how to breathe.

and then, minatozaki sana steps into your studio.

she is a vision draped in golden afternoon light, her presence soft yet impossibly magnetic, as if she’s been sculpted from the very concept of warmth itself. her hair spills over her shoulders in silken waves, catching the glow of the setting sun filtering through the tall windows. her eyes, deep and rich with unspoken mischief, find yours immediately. she smiles, and it feels like the room itself tilts slightly off its axis.

“are you always this quiet,” she muses, tilting her head as she watches you adjust your camera settings, “or am i just too stunning for words?” her voice is lilting, teasing, as if she’s testing you—seeing how much power she holds in a game she’s only just begun.

you swallow, steadying yourself with a deep breath. “i just concentrate when i work,” you reply, trying to keep your tone even, though you can already feel the edges of your composure fraying.

but sana doesn’t miss a thing.

“ohh,” she hums, stepping closer, her gaze flickering over you like she’s mapping out something precious. “so if i weren’t your model, would you talk to me more?”

the air in the room shifts. her perfume—soft, floral, something like jasmine and vanilla—lingers between you, making your thoughts feel syrupy and slow.

“would you go on a date with me if i weren’t your model?” she asks, voice lighter now, almost playful, but there’s something else beneath it. something real.

your breath hitches. your fingers twitch over the shutter button.

click.

you don’t even realise you’ve pressed it until sana’s lips curve into a delighted grin.

“did you just take a picture of me flirting with you?” she giggles, and god, the sound is musical. light. intoxicating.

your face heats instantly. you clear your throat, lowering the camera, but sana’s eyes are still locked onto yours, shimmering with something unreadable. “you should focus, minatozaki,” you say, grasping at professionalism, at anything that might keep you from completely losing your cool.

but she only leans in a fraction closer, voice honey-sweet. “but i am focusing,” she whispers. “on you.”

and suddenly, it feels like you are the one being captured—pinned beneath the weight of her attention, forever frozen in a moment you’re not sure you ever want to escape from.

⸻

ii:

from that moment on, every photoshoot becomes a battle. sana finds new ways to fluster you—throwing winks over her shoulder, blowing kisses between shots, letting her hands travel over your body and rest in various places when she analyses the images you took of her, casually complimenting you in ways that seem far too genuine to be simple teasing.

one afternoon, as you’re reviewing the photos from your latest session, sana leans in over your shoulder, her presence warm and distracting. “these look amazing,” she says, her voice softer than usual. then, after a pause, she tilts her head. “but something’s missing.”

you frown slightly, studying the screen,not very used to your skills being criticised as a top photographer. “what is it?”

she grins, and you know you’ve walked straight into a trap. “me, taking you out to dinner after this.”

you blink. her confidence is unwavering, as always, but there’s something in her expression—something softer, more sincere.

“one date, y/n,” she presses gently, nudging your arm. “just one. if you don’t fall for me by the end of it, i’ll stop flirting.”

you hesitate. “you promise?”

sana smirks. “no,” she says easily. “because i already know you’ll fall for me.”

and, if you’re being honest, you might have already fallen.

⸻

iii:

you don’t know how she does it, but sana somehow manages to find the most intimate little restaurant in the city—the kind of place that feels like a well-kept secret, tucked away between winding alleyways and ivy-covered brick walls.

soft candlelight flickers against the wooden tabletops, casting golden reflections in the deep amber of sana’s eyes. the air hums with the quiet murmur of conversations, the occasional clink of silverware against ceramic, the distant notes of a love song drifting from an old record player in the corner.

and sana—god, sana is radiant.

she pulls your chair out for you, exaggeratedly chivalrous, and when you raise an unimpressed eyebrow, she only grins.

“see?” she says, settling into her seat. “i’m a perfect date already.”

you shake your head, but there’s no stopping the smile tugging at your lips. “you’re something, alright.”

dinner is a dance between effortless charm and absolute chaos. sana is a natural flirt, shameless and relentless in her teasing, she speaks about herself and her journey with twice—momentarily stating that this was a restaurant the girls used to come to as trainees—but she listens, too—really listens. she asks about your favourite places to photograph, about the moments that make your heart swell behind the lens. she hums in understanding when you describe the way golden-hour light makes everything feel softer, more alive.

and then, just when you think she’s nothing but smooth edges and practiced confidence, she knocks over her glass.

her eyes widen in pure, mortified horror as water spills across the table, ice cubes bouncing onto the floor with a soft clatter. “i— i meant to do that,” she blurts out, frantically grabbing at napkins in a desperate attempt to undo the damage.

you laugh, the sound spilling out of you before you can stop it, and suddenly the night feels even lighter, easier.

“sure you did,” you tease, watching as she hues of pink begin to lightly coat the apple of her cheeks.

she pouts, cheeks flushed, eyes flickering between yours and the now-damp tablecloth. “stop looking at me like that. i’m supposed to be dazzling you, not embarrassing myself.”

you hesitate, then, and before you can overthink it, you let yourself smile. “you’re still dazzling,” you admit softly.

sana freezes.

her lips part slightly, as if she hadn’t been expecting you to say it out loud. her fingers curl slightly against the table, her breath catching just enough for you to notice. the same light pink on her cheeks deepen.

and for once, it is her who is flustered.

“so…” she clears her throat, her voice just a little quieter now. “does that mean i get a second date?”

you lean back, pretending to consider it. “hmm,” you hum, tapping your chin. “maybe.”

sana gasps, placing a hand over her heart like you’ve just shattered her. “maybe?” she repeats dramatically. “i’ll just have to work harder, then.”

and work harder she does.

⸻

iv:

it happens after a photoshoot—one where sana had been softer than usual, where her touches lingered just a little too long, where her laughter felt like something only meant for you.

the studio is quiet now, save for the faint hum of the city outside. sana stands a few steps away, shifting on her feet, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve.

“y/n,” she starts, then stops. exhales. tries again. “i know i’ve been flirting with you since the moment we met,” she says, voice smaller than you’ve ever heard it, like she’s suddenly afraid of the words leaving her lips. “and i know i said i wanted to win you over but…”

she glances up at you then, and you realise—she’s nervous.

minatozaki sana, who has always been confident, always been bold, always been so sure of herself—she is nervous.

“i think you’ve actually won me over instead,” she murmurs. your breath catches. “i really like you,” she continues, her fingers curling into fists at her sides. “and i don’t just want to flirt with you. i want to be yours. properly.”

silence stretches between you, heavy and fragile, until you finally take a step forward.

you take her hand.

“you already are.”

sana blinks. her lips part slightly. “huh?”

you squeeze her fingers, warmth spreading from your chest outward. “yours. i already am.”

her face floods with colour. “oh my god,” she whispers, pressing both hands over her burning face. “did i just get confessed to?”

you laugh, heart full.

“i was supposed to be the smooth one!” she wails.

you squeeze her hand again. “guess i beat you at your own game, minatozaki.”

and minatozaki sana—hopeless romantic, self-proclaimed flirt, and now, completely, utterly smitten—finally gets her happy ending.

⸻

epilogue: your moments with sana.

i:

mornings with sana are slow, filled with warm limbs tangled beneath soft sheets, the scent of fresh linen mixing with the faint hint of her vanilla shampoo. sunlight spills through the curtains, painting golden patches on the bed, and sana—your beautiful, sleepy girlfriend—buries her face against your neck with a soft hum of protest when you try to move.

“nooo,” she mumbles, voice thick with sleep, arms tightening around you. “don’t leave.”

you laugh softly, brushing your fingers through her tousled hair. “we have to, baby. you have a schedule.”

sana groans dramatically, pulling you even closer, as if she can physically stop time. “five more minutes,” she pleads, but you know from experience that five minutes always turns into fifteen, then thirty.

you press a kiss to her forehead, then her cheek, then the tip of her nose, and finally, her lips—lingering just long enough to feel her melt into it. her lips curl into a sleepy smile. “mmm. okay. maybe i’ll get up for more of that.”

you shake your head, amused. “bribing you with kisses now?”

she peeks up at you with a cheeky grin. “it’s very effective, don’t you think?”

you roll your eyes, but you still kiss her again—because really, who could resist?

⸻

ii:

it happens on an ordinary evening. nothing extravagant, no grand gestures—just the two of you curled up on the sofa, a forgotten movie playing in the background while sana absentmindedly traces patterns on your arm with her fingertips.

you’re not even talking, just existing together in comfortable silence, when she suddenly sighs—soft and dreamy—like she’s realising something for the first time.

“i love you.”

the words come so naturally, so effortlessly, that it takes a moment for them to fully sink in. you turn to her, heart stuttering, and find her already looking at you, eyes warm and filled with something deeper than anything she’s ever said before.

you don’t think you’ve ever seen her look so genuine. so completely, helplessly in love.

“say it again,” you whisper.

she smiles, shy but certain. “i love you.”

and you don’t hesitate—not for a second—before cupping her face and pressing your forehead to hers. “i love you too, sana.”

she beams, then giggles, then kisses you so sweetly that you wonder how you ever lived before knowing what her love feels like.

⸻

iii:

being a photographer for vogue is always an honour, but being the photographer for twice’s first full-group cover? that’s a dream. a dream that becomes even sweeter when your girlfriend, minatozaki sana, is part of it.

the studio buzzes with energy—stylists making last-minute adjustments, makeup artists perfecting the girls’ looks, and the members themselves, effortlessly beautiful and glowing under the bright lights.

sana, of course, had been smug the moment she found out you were the assigned photographer.

“guess i’ll be your favourite model today,” she had teased that morning, standing in your doorway, dressed in her robe, eyes sparkling.

but now? now it’s a different story.

“yahhh, look at sana!” nayeon sing-songs as you adjust your lens, a playful smirk already forming on her lips. “she’s posing extra hard for y/n.”

“it’s true!” jeongyeon chimes in. “look at her! she’s gazing.”

“our sana is so in love,” momo teases, nudging her.

sana, to your delight, actually starts turning pink.

you decide to take it a step further.

you lower your camera slightly, tilting your head in mock curiosity. “hmm… sana-ssi, could you maybe… pose less seductively?” you say, as if genuinely concerned. “you’re making it very hard to focus on my work.”

the studio erupts with laughter.

sana’s jaw drops. her face turns an even deeper shade of red as she swats at you. “y/n!” she squeaks, her confident facade completely crumbling.

“ohhhh my god,” chaeyoung wheezes. “tables have turned.”

dahyun claps her hands. “this is a historic moment.”

sana buries her face in her hands. “i hate you,” she mumbles, but the way she’s smiling says otherwise.

you grin, stepping closer, lowering your voice just for her. “no, you don’t.”

she peeks at you through her fingers, playfully pouting. “okay, fine. i don’t.”

you press a quick kiss to her cheek before stepping back. “now, be a good model and let me take your picture, minatozaki.”

and, despite her embarrassment, sana absolutely melts.

⸻

iv:

it’s late. the kind of late where the world feels a little softer, where everything slows down, where love lingers in the quietest corners of your home.

you and sana stand in the kitchen, the glow of the refrigerator casting long shadows across the floor, soft music playing from your phone. she’s wearing one of your hoodies, sleeves hanging past her hands, hair a little messy from where she’s been leaning against your shoulder just moments before.

you reach for her, fingers curling around her waist. she sighs happily, letting you pull her close.

and then, without thinking, you start to sway.

it’s not a proper dance—just the two of you, barefoot and tangled in each other’s arms, moving to a song that neither of you know the words to. but it doesn’t matter.

sana hums softly, her cheek pressed against your shoulder. “this is nice,” she murmurs.

you press a kiss to her hair. “yeah?”

she nods, tightening her arms around you.

“you make everything nice,” she whispers.

your heart swells.

you don’t respond with words—you don’t need to. instead, you hold her closer, press your lips to her temple, and continue to sway in the quiet, in the warmth, in the love that neither of you ever want to end.

and minatozaki sana—your shameless flirt, your hopeless romantic, your home—smiles like she’s never been happier

[mxl633]

Right where we belong

Minatozaki Sana x Reader

Synopsis: Sana’s affectionate nature shines as she surprises her girlfriend after just a day apart, playfully insisting it’s been far too long. In this cozy, love-filled evening, Sana’s clinginess becomes the sweetest reminder that being together is exactly where they both belong.

Warnings: not proofread , nothing else (I think) , PUREE FLUFF

The sun was starting to set, casting a warm orange glow over your apartment, when you heard a familiar knock at the door. Before you could even stand up, the door swung open, and there she was Sana, beaming as if she hadn’t just seen you yesterday. Her smile seemed to fill the entire room.

“Sana!” you said, half surprised, half thrilled. She immediately bounded over to you, wrapping her arms around you before you even had a chance to speak.

“I missed you so much!” she exclaimed, her voice muffled as she buried her face in your shoulder.

“Sana, you just saw me yesterday,” you laughed, but you couldn’t help hugging her back. There was something about the way she clung to you that made your heart skip a beat every time.

“But that was so long ago!” She pulled back, pouting playfully. “Do you know how many hours I had to spend without you?” She started counting on her fingers as if it were some huge injustice.

You chuckled, brushing a strand of her hair back. “You’re so dramatic, you know that?”

She huffed, but you could tell she was only half serious. “I just love being around you. Is that a crime?” She tilted her head, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she leaned in closer.

“Not at all,” you whispered, feeling your cheeks heat up.

Sana grinned, obviously pleased with herself. She slipped her arms around your waist, leaning her forehead against yours. “Good. Because I’m not planning on letting you go anytime soon.”

You tried to move, but she held you tighter, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. “Nope! You’re staying right here with me,” she teased, making you laugh.

Sana giggled, her cheeks flushed from laughing as she started peppering little kisses all over your face, one after the other, until you were both a mess of laughter and tangled in each other’s arms.

When you finally caught your breath, she looked up at you, her eyes soft and full of affection. “I know I can be clingy sometimes,” she murmured, “but it’s only because I love you so much. Being with you is my favorite thing in the world.”

Your heart melted at her words. “I wouldn’t want it any other way,” you whispered, pulling her close again.

And there, wrapped up in each other, you knew that this was exactly where you both belonged.

[jade-jini]

omg thank youuuuu g!p loser reader x sana pls 🥺💕

(Perfect moment to bring Sha-rich AHHH)

Daddy’s rich girl who “works” at the company as well with you. Unlike her, you worked your way up to an important position in the company. You invested time, worked and studied hard, and had a position almost as important as her. Almost. Of course nobody could ever have more power than the owner’s daughter, right?

However, the fact that you were able to have such position already spoke a lot about how smart you were. Not a lot of people, specially at such a young age, could get there. If they didn’t know who Sana was, they’d wonder how tf is she technically your superior. Specially when you’re the one who basically does all the work for her.

“Y/n-ssiii” she called in her respective animated tone. You were talking with some coworkers in their desks when you quickly looked at her and gave her all your attention, feeling already cheered up at the sound of her pretty voice.

“Yes, Ms. Minatozaki?” You answered sweetly with those heart eyes you could hardly hide from others, happy to see her already ‘cause you were wondering when was she gonna get to the office (lost puppy behavior-). You knew it was common for her to just show up at any time she wanted to.

“Father has assigned me some hard hard work.” She said with a pout as she showed you a folder. “and I need the help and guidance of the smartest person here, Aka you. No offense, ladies.” She said as she gifted a charismatic smile and wink to the young secretaries you were previously talking to.

Everybody knew that when Sana said “help her”, it meant that you were gonna do all the work for her.

You, of course, would have gladly accepted right away, but you were full of work too, and wanted to take things slow this week rather than having to focus on working hard on your and her work as well. Again.

“I’d love to, but I also have this project and I act-” you tried to explained but she stopped you, already feeling bored hearing the excuse.

“Ah! This is important, y/n. You wouldn’t want our ceo to be missing such an important part of his presentation for this week, presentation that I remind you, you’re part of, right? Or is it that you can’t handle being part of it? ‘Cause If you can’t I can find somebody else that-” now it was your turn to interrupt.

“No!” You quickly said grabbing the folder from her hands. For some reason the idea of somebody else spending time with Sana like that made you horribly jealous (territorial puppy?). It felt like it had more than one meaning. It was more than just somebody helping her with work. “I can do it, ma’am. I’ll have it ready as soon as possible.”

“Sounds great! See you soon in my office.” She said with a big smile as she softly touched your forearm before leaving. You simply sighed, wondering why was it so hard to resist her. You turned around once her silhouette disappeared, just to see your coworkers looking at you and shaking their heads. You shrugged, and excused yourself to your own office to start working.

Some people would think Sana is using you to look good in front of her daddy and his important partners. You had coworkers looking at you with sad eyes, feeling empathetic about “the poor sunbaenim who is too good to say no and has to work so daddy’s girl doesn’t show how unprepared she actually is for this business”. Most of the people in the company liked Sana though, she was charismatic and that’s something that can get you far in life as well. You appreciated her qualities, and saw beyond. But of course there were always those few employees…

“Y/n sunbaenim should be the one with her position”

“Seriously, she’s so qualified. How unfair” some coworkers would whisper. What they didn’t know is that Sana was compensating you and very well for your help with her job.

In her own particular way.

“y/n! Oh my god. y/n~.”

Sana’s moans were getting loud to the point you were starting to concern that some people might be able to hear you guys from outside her office. But being drunk in her taste, you couldn’t care less about that. And Sana didn’t care at all when she was feeling this good, at the end of the day she (her dad-) owned this place. Who was gonna fire her?

You were almost naked, your upper body exposed, your wrists tied behind the chair you were seated on. Your pants were still on though, and your boner was already hurting but you didn’t dare to complain, focus on the task given to you. Not any important report that she needed to have on her daddy’s desk by the end of the week, or any structure analysis of who gives a fuck. No. right now the only thing that mattered was Making Ms. Minatozaki come in your mouth.

But how did you even get here today? Let me explain, it’s easy.

“Ms. Minatozaki, I brought you the latest report as you asked, with updates about last week’s movements in the graphs that our investment teams have been working on.” You said as you entered the woman’s office, several papers in hand battling not to fall as you fixed your glasses how you could.

Right as you stepped a foot on her office, she closed the door with your back against it and locking it behind your back, making you drop your documents and gasp in surprise “w-what’s going on, Ms. Mi-” but you couldn’t finish your question, as she started kissing you like she hasn’t seen you in years. You were caught off guard, moaning in her mouth as you grabbed her forearms. You always loved when Sana kissed you, sometimes you just wished she’d warn you before doing it out of a sudden.

“Ma’am, please, w-wait” you asked, feeling her hand traveling down to palm your dick over your pants “oh god…not there please…”

“Why not? I’m sure it misses me.” The older woman teased with a smirk, trying her best not to laugh. She went to leave wet kisses on your neck, biting it and grabbing your cock more ‘till she was basically masturbating you over your pants.

“Ms, Wait- fuck~ wait! Sana, wait!” You moaned, feeling weak in her hands, containing yourself from simply surrender to her touch was such a hard task, and slowly your brain almost forgot why would you even try to do it anyways.

“You have no idea how much it turns me on when you call me Ms. Minatozaki.” She whispered next to your ear, to then let out a mischievous giggle. “Although my name sounds just as good when it comes from your pretty lips, baby~” Sana teased, and went back to your neck, undoing your tie and shirt. Your trembling hands slowly tried to go to her lower back, but she had other plans “Ah Ah! You’re not using those right now, come here puppy.” Sana guided you to a chair she had in her office, and softly pushed you until you were seated. As she straddled you and went back to kissing you deeply, you didn’t realize that she tied your hands behind your back with your own tie until she stepped up to get something from her drawer and you tried to move.

“Sana? What’s going on?” You asked as you tilted your head, confused but clearly excited, already feeling your member pulsating, needing attention and missing the pressure Sana was giving it when seated on your lap. She was right. Your whole body missed her. Even when you guys hooked up very often you always wanted more of her.

“Nothing we haven’t done before, pretty puppy” she said as she showed you the leash and collar she bought just for you, with a blindfold as well, biting her lip clearly as eager as you were to start.

Oh.

“You wanna do that here?!” You asked her, clearly surprised.

“What, are you gonna tell me you don’t want it?” She asked back giving you a “you know damn right” look. Sana knew, you could never tell her no.

“… no ma’am.”

And that’s how you ended in the position you were in.

“That’s it baby, keep going like that. I’m gonna come~” you heard the older woman say as you basically fucked her pussy with your tongue, and you wished you could see her facial expressions but again, you didn’t dare to complain, not wanting to be punished. Even though you couldn’t see her, all of your other senses were very awake. The taste of her pussy against your tongue, making you drool creating a mess on her cunt as you felt some of it on your chin. The sounds of her voice moaning your name, as praises also filled the air. The sensation of the leash being pulled, keeping you as close as possible to her. Everything was having you on edge. You felt you could almost come untouched just by pleasing this woman.

Just as she stated, Sana came in your mouth, holding the leash and your head in place as she grabbed your hair a little too hard, sending a little pain, but not too much that you were uncomfortable.

“Fuckk your mouth feels so fucking good…” she moaned as she moved your mouth all over her cunt, helping herself ride the last highs of her orgasm. “It’s time to help you now, isn’t it puppy?” She asked in a cute tone, teasing you over your pants with her bare foot. With how neglected your cock felt, your hips automatically moved towards her foot, desperate for friction. This made the older woman laugh, you were such a cute needy puppy for her. “aw don’t be weird, puppy. I’m not using my feet for that. Got something better for ya.”

And as the seconds feel like ages, with the uncertainty of the darkness, you felt her hands slightly moving your pants to let your member free, and you felt how it hardly slapped against your own stomach. The sensation of your own precum making you groan, but you didn’t find it bothersome actually. The fact that it was still coming even when Sana wasn’t stimulating you at all in any ways made her hungrier for you.

“Aww, poor you. That probably hurts, doesn’t it darling?” She cooed. You nodded, a pout decorating your lips as soft whimpers started to leave them. An almost too loud moan escaped you once she started to slowly jerk you off “Shhh it’s ok, I’ll take care of it.” She said as her palm was now all over your tip, playing with the precum. You thought she was gonna make you come like this, until you felt the overwhelming and warm sensation of her tight pussy. God it felt like heaven. With how sensitive you were, and the desperation of not being allowed to touch her with your own hands. You felt you could come in any second.

Sana started riding you at a steady pace, knowing you were close but also not wanting you to finish too soon. She was playing with the pace, torturing you and enjoying the sounds you’d make when she slowed down robbing you of your own orgasm. If only you could see that damn smile she had on her face. “Sana, please… stop playing with me.. I need to come, please.”

Ouh she loved the sound of that. How you desperately begged her, knowing she had full control over you in every aspect. She needed to hear it more. “Hmmm ask again baby. Ask again and I’ll think about it.”

“Please, please, I’m begging you ma’am, please..” you sobbed, needing your sweet release, unconsciously thrusting your hips up, fucking her as fast as she was fucking you.

“Fuck..! Just like that, baby. Keep fucking going like that. Fuck me good.” She moaned between teeth in your ear, feeling herself getting close to her second orgasm as well. As you came, the sensation of your seed inside her drove her crazy, jumping even faster on your cock making you sob and ask her to please slow down, feeling overstimulated. But of course Sana didn’t stop until she was making a mess on your cock, making you fill her up even more.

———————

For somebody with her own office, she surely enjoyed rather going to more dangerous and small corners of the building.

“Wait, they’re gonna hear us…” you whispered with the little reasoning that was left in your mind as she quickly unbuttoned your pants while you were against the door of a janitor’s closet.

“No, I don’t think they will.” She said as she took her panties off and made you take them into your mouth before getting on her knees.

“Sana, we have a lot of work to do, please.” You said, taking her small piece of clothing out of your mouth for a second.

“Then let’s make it quick, and put that back in your mouth, now.” She said and before you could argue, she started sucking on your tip, moaning at the taste. Your eyes almost went completely white, getting already watery ‘cause of how sensitive you felt and how good Sana’s mouth was. You couldn’t help but to thrust your hips a little, hoping she’d get more of you inside her warm mouth. “Hey what did I tell you, hm? If you wanna fuck my mouth, you ask for it.” She scolded, teasing part of your shaft with her teeth “Understood?”

“A-ah~ yes ma’am. Can I please fuck your mouth?” You almost begged her, your voice coming out muffled ‘cause of her panties and you clenched the edge of the table next to you to try and have some self control while you waited for her answer.

“That’s better, yes you can baby.” She answered as she put her tongue out, giving you more access to her mouth, eagerly waiting for you to use it as your own fuck toy. And of course you did, getting deep inside her throat creating such wet and impure noises that would make whoever walks outside that closet turn around and leave the whole floor. Sana took it out of her mouth as she tried to catch her breath, replacing it with her hand instead. However, you were quick to put it back in, grabbing her head firmly.

“Nu-uh, we can’t risk it falling on your clothes. We can’t go to our meeting all dirty. You’re gonna swallow it all, aren’t you, baby?” You told her looking straight into her eyes, and she nodded, knowing she had no other option. She looked so cute like that, giving you those puppy eyes. People thought nobody could have more power than the owner’s daughter. Yet here you had her, on her knees listening to your every word and letting you use her mouth. People could call you a pathetic loser if they wanted to. As long as you could enjoy Sana. Not so long after, you came in her mouth almost making her choke. Still, she made sure to take everything you gave her, licking your dick clean, and getting a little too excited that you almost were starting to get hard again. However, you grabbed her arms and pulled her back on her feet, you guys had an important meeting and you were almost already late. She groaned, complaining and clearly wanting more “I promise after this meeting we can go wherever you want and do whatever you say, but please let’s go. We worked hard on these papers, remember?” You told her with a pout, a surprising switch on you that Sana was still trying to get used to.

“Ugh, fine..” she sighed as she rolled her eyes, and you both carefully got out of the closet (be who you areeee) after making sure you were presentable.

Getting to your meeting like nothing happened, clearly in a better mood than earlier that day, your cheeks red and sometimes stuttering as Sana continued eye-fucking you, fantasizing about what you promised earlier and impatient for the day to end to take you home,but she had the biggest smile planted on her face ‘cause there’s nothing she loves more than playing with you and having you around her finger during office hours.

A lot of people thought she was just flirting and playing with you, making you nervous or dreaming about a chance with her just so you would do whatever she wanted, but never actually batting an eye your way. The way Sana thanks you for your help (which she very much enjoyed as well, so it was a win-win for her every time), you could honestly say it was very fair tho.

Now, Sana was no idiot. She knew damn right what it was told about her and the way she treated you. She knew some people thought she was taking advantage of you and manipulating you ‘cause you were too good and innocent. You looked so shy and well behaved. “If only they knew” she thought. Yes, you were sweet, but innocent? Impossible, and if you ever were then she was sure she already broke you ‘cause with how easy she made you hard, and with how hard you pound on her, it was impossible to consider you innocent. Well behaved? Of course tho, you were so obedient for her. Just for her<3.

Continuation here <3

[alcoholfreenayeon]

WHAT IF you are at a bar or something and Sana and Miyeon come to entice you back to their place 😈😈 (sana and miyeon x male reader) 🤭🤭

A/N: It’s finally done bestie, hope you enjoy🤭!

I want that

CW: male!reader x Sana and Miyeon, NSFW, Smut, somewhat hardcore, hint of fluff.

You were sitting alone at the booth, your glass empty and watching the tv, some soccer game going on but you weren’t really paying attention. Feeling someone gaze at you every now and then, it was the average day at the bar, not too crowded but you wouldn’t say it’s empty either. Your friends had left a few minutes earlier because they all had some reason or the other. Work, partners, whatever. It didn’t matter though, you liked your own company at times, it gave you some time to reflect on things.

As you contemplated between going home or having another drink, you were interrupted when someone asked if they could sit with you. Looking up at the person, you saw an absolute goddess, she was easily one of the most beautiful woman you had ever seen. You were too much in awe to reply but the girl just politely smiled and took your lack of objection as a yes and sat down.

“You don’t mind if my friend joins right?”, she asked sweetly.

“Uh, no”, you replied still awestruck when you turned to look at the friend and nearly fell out of your chair. Like the first girl was absolutely stunning but her friend, god you found her so irresistibly beautiful. Your mouth open while she sat down.

“I’m Sana and this is Miyeon”, the first girl introduced.

“h-hi, ahem, Hey, I’m Y/N”, you replied, losing your voice for a second.

The girls giggled and smiled prettily at you. They seemed really calm yet somewhat excited while you were losing composure like anything, you couldn’t even decide which one of them to look at. Somehow you managed to not seem like a complete idiot and weirdo and made some conversation.

Everything was going smoothly over the next few minutes, you were even managing to gain some confidence when felt something brush your foot and then saw Miyeon glance at you for a second, her cheeks slightly flushed before she looked away, smiling. You suddenly realized your own heart was beating quickly for some reason and cleared your throat trying to calm yourself down.

“Do you wanna come with us?”, Miyeon asked out of the blue, suppressing a smile. Sana giggled and gave her a nudge.

You felt dumbstruck, was this a joke? What did they mean by that because you totally thought you were interpreting that in a few different ways, all of which seemed greatly appealing but you couldn’t help but also think that maybe you didn’t understand what Miyeon asked. “Uhm…what?”, you choke, not knowing how to respond.

“I don’t live very far from here, the bar will close soon, maybe we can continue our…fun over there”, she said innocently batting her eyes at you while smiling so prettily.

Now, you’ve definitely heard of people getting killed like this but surely this was not the case, like seriously there’s no way these beautiful girls were some sort of deranged psychopaths after your kidneys or something. Your brain was practically shouting at you to proceed with caution but your heart whispered oh so convincingly that this was heading exactly where you never in your wildest dreams would have imagined. Unfortunately for your brain, your heart had you sold and any thoughts to take caution fell on deaf ears.

“Oh that sounds great, but I can’t drive since I’ve had a few drinks”, you manage, you could feel adrenaline pumping through your body as you thought of all the possibilities.

“That’s ok, we can just take a Uber, that’s okay with you right?”, Sana offered.

Sitting between the two girls in car, you wonder what you’d done to be so lucky. However, your thoughts are interrupted when you feel Sana put her hand on your knee before slowly starting to pull it upwards, onto your thighs, teasingly.

You freeze, not knowing how to react, understandably so and that’s when Sana leans in and whispers, “Does this excite you?”

You nearly whimpered and just as you are about to turn towards her, Miyeon’s voice stops you, “Unnie! You are so greedy, you can’t have all his attention.”

Before the words even sink in, you feel Miyeon grab your cheeks with both hands and she begins to make out with you sloppily.

This had to be heaven right? Like, surely life can’t get better than this, you think to yourself.

You begin to kiss her back and she seemed surprised for a moment before continuing but with more aggression. At the same time, Sana was practically in your pants and made some cheeky comment probably but you didn’t hear it, you were too engrossed with making out with Miyeon.

This continued for a few minutes before Miyeon pulled back, her cheeks slightly flushed and she was smiling mischievously while Sana was biting her lips and tying up her hair. You were trying to breath normally even though you felt out of breath but you didn’t wanna let the girls know that. Fortunately, before anything else could happen you had arrived at the destination and the three of you got out. You offered to pay but the girls insisted that they would.

“You can give us something else in return”, Sana said leaning towards you, clearing the last doubts of where this night was headed.

You were breathing hard now, as Sana noisily sucked on your tip while looking up at you. After a few moments, she stopped sucking, winked at you and then practically swallowed you all the way to your base. That took you by so much surprise you couldn’t do anything except move your hands on her head, inhaling sharply.

This continued for far less time than you would have liked but you had to make her stop or else she would end up finishing you there. You somehow manage to pull her off and Sana pouts a little but doesn’t complain. You pant and try to reset but before you can completely recover you feel another pair of lips taking in your cock. At this point your heart feels like it could explode. Miyeon struggles to take you as deep as Sana but makes up for it by somehow having more enthusiasm than her wanting to straight up suck the life out of you.

You end up making her stop after a few minutes too and take another few seconds to calm yourself down. It was getting harder and harder to that though, between feeling so desperate for your release and the fact that Miyeon had been kissing you for the past minute.

You become distracted when you see Sana lay on the bed on her stomach and look back at you seductively and you can’t help yourself and you get on top of her, she squeals excitedly when she feels you climb on her, arching her back. You were feeling feral now after being close to cumming twice and weren’t going to go easy at all.

Entering her took both of your breaths away, you sighed shakily, trying to compose yourself while Sana’s eyes stooped dreamily while she bit her lips. She didn’t let you off easily though and almost immediately started to push back against you forcing you to grab her shoulders and hold her down. She giggled at that but that turned into a gasp real quick when you began pounding her hard. She gripped the bedsheets tightly, panting as you filling her repeatedly. It only took you a few minutes of fucking her before you felt her clench and cum, letting out quiet moans as she came.

You smirked, she has been acting really cocky for a while now so it felt good to see her be so helpless now. Giving her only a few moments of rest before you begin pounding her again. You place your hand on her cheek, raising her head a little and to your satisfaction, Sana follows your lead and gently bites your fingers, whimpering as that only drives you to become rougher.

It was becoming harder and harder for you to focus on anything else but you felt Miyeon climb on the bed too, looking at you and Sana somewhat enviously. But you were not able to focus on that for too long. Especially when Sana was whining now as she was getting close to cumming once again which of course made her pussy tighter as she squeezed and clenched. Just when you thought you were about to reach the point of no return, Sana cums and you somehow manage to hold on. Both of you panting hard, a blissful smile on Sana’s face as she was slowly getting down from her high.

You turned to face Miyeon and found her pouting, “Did you really like her so much that you couldn’t even look at me?”

“Uhm….”, you tried to find your words but you had no defense.

“No”, she put a finger on your lips, “Don’t make excuses….if you really want to prove me wrong then do it through your actions”, she said while pulling you on top of her. “If you really mean it, then, Ruin. Me.”.

Those words turned on something inside of you, not that you needed encouragement to fuck her.

Pinning her hands either side of her head, you waste no time and enter her and it was honestly, quite possibly the best sensation you had ever felt. You begin to thrust immediately, ramming as deep as you can each thrust, stretching her slightly. You weren’t sure how long you would be able to last considering you were already quite on edge from Sana and the fact that Miyeon was staring at you so intently didn’t help at all.

At the same time, you felt her fists clench as each thrust was literally seeming to take her breath away. The two of you fucked for…..minutes?….an hour?….you didn’t even know, it felt like a decent amount of time but it wasn’t enough. Like you didn’t want this to ever end. You just wanted to keep fucking her for forever. At some point Miyeon broke through your grip and freed her hands, wrapping it around your shoulders, trying to pull you closer.

You were panting with each thrust now, trying not to cum, aware of how dangerously close you were to your release, ready to pull out any second.

That’s when Miyeon, grabbed your face, staring at you a moment too long and gave you a deep kiss, “Stay in me, don’t pull out, fill me up…please”, she whimpered practically while at the same time wrapping her legs around your waist tightly not giving you much of a choice really. Not that you had any problems with that. You began to pound her faster, both of you moving in perfect rhythm.

That’s when Miyeon cums, managing a strangled gasp as she shakes with pleasure, her convulsions send you over the edge as well and you practically explode inside her, wave after wave of your cum filling her up. As you both came together, it felt euphoric and eternal yet at the same time it also felt like it only lasted for a second. You both were panting heavily, looking at each other and you hesitated a little bit and leant in, kissing her passionately for a few seconds before you pull away. Miyeon blushes a little when you pull away, slowly letting go of you, almost like she wanted to hold on for a bit more.

Sana scoots over, “oh, you both seemed to enjoy it a lot more, Y/N was she really that much better than me?, she said smiling mischievously.

You freeze, glancing at Miyeon who looked like she would slap you if you gave the wrong answer. You fumbled over your words without saying any real answer which caused both girls to giggle which made you realize they were just teasing.

“Well, it’s quite late and us girls need our sleep”, Sana said suddenly, signaling that was time for you to leave. “Especially, after you tired us out so much”, Miyeon added with a giggle.

You were handed your clothes by Miyeon, a bit puzzled because you were pretty sure that’s not where you had left them but maybe you just were lost in your excitement and forgot. Regardless, you bid them goodbye and went on your way.

As you waited at the bus stop, you reflected on everything that just happened. For some reason, your thoughts were lingering back to Miyeon repeatedly. You lie to yourself about why that is, knowing full well the truth but you just felt too proud at the moment to admit it, even if it was to yourself. Luckily for you, the bus approached before you truly lost in your thoughts and feelings.

As you sat, you couldn’t help but feel something squish in your pocket. You search to find a small piece of paper scrunched up, curious, you unscramble it and find a series of numbers. No, a number, a phone number below which was written ‘M’ with a heart next to it. Looking out of the window, you smile to yourself, excited, your heart fluttering, perhaps you are going to have to revisit your feelings sooner than you thought…..

[panda-writes-kpop]

Hiya! I love love LOVE your blog!

Can I request the Sana fluff alphabet? 🥺

Sana Fluff Alphabet (Requested!)

a/n: of COURSE you can request this! I am more than happy to supply you with a fluff alphabet for Sana 🫶 hope you enjoy this fic!!

tw: none!

♡ Masterlist ♡

Affection (How do they show their affection? What love language(s) do they use?)

Sana’s main love language is physical touch - she’s the clingiest member by far. When you’re home together, she always has to hold your hand, hold you in her arms, and give you lots of kisses, hugs, and cuddles.

Beauty (What do they admire about their S/O? What makes their S/O beautiful?)

She admires your kindness and hardworking nature. Sana wants someone who is good to her family and friends, and someone who also works hard to achieve their professional/social/extracurricular goals.

Comfort (How would they help their S/O if they were having a rough day?)

Sana finds a way to be at your side when you’re having a rough day - to her, there’s nothing worse than struggling and being alone in that struggle. She wants to be there for you so you have someone to talk to and be comforted by.

Dreams (How do they picture their future with their S/O?)

Sana pictures a beautiful, bright future with you. She wants to have more romantic moments with you as you travel the world and explore your relationship and the world with one another.

Equal (Do they tend to be more dominant or passive in the relationship?)

Sana tends to be more dominant in the relationship due to her extroverted nature. She often finds date spots or places to take you when she’s out with friends and family, and she wants to explore the world with you at her side.

Fight (Would they easily forgive their S/O after a fight? How would a typical fight go?)

Sana tends to be more agreeable and willing to compromise, so she often ends any potential fights before they happen. She wants only the best for your relationship, and she’s willing to put her ego aside for you. (also, who could get mad at her? She’s too cute and sweet to argue with fr fr).

Gratitude (How grateful are they for everything that their S/O does for them?)

Sana shows her gratefulness with her charms and charisma. She gives you a sweet smile and smothers you in compliments until you’re smiling ear-to-ear.

Honesty (Do they tend to keep secrets from their S/O, or do they share everything?)

Sana is completely open and honest with you. She’s been that way since before you started dating so you can feel comfortable enough to open up to her as well.

Inspiration (How is their S/O inspired by them?)

You’re inspired by how naturally charming Sana is. She doesn’t struggle to strike up a conversation with a stranger, or to casually joke with a barista or server as if they were a close friend. She loves people and seems to know exactly how to be open with them.

Jealousy  (Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?)

Sana does get a bit jealous if you’re too close to someone for her/your comfort. She’ll pout cutely and tug at your arm until you will leave with her at your side, which causes her to shower you in affection.

Kiss (How often do they kiss you? Where do they like to kiss you?)

Sana will kiss you all of the time - in public, in private, with friends, with family, next to strangers, etc. The better question is if there’s a place where Sana doesn’t like to kiss you. Her favorite places are your lips, your cheeks, and any visible location on your face that she can get to easily.

Lazy Day (How do they like to spend days off with their S/O?)

Sana will drag you around wherever the two of you are staying and explore the local cuisine, culture, and places to visit. If she has an extended vacation, she’d like to take you to another country, or to her/your home country so you can experience new and familiar things together.

Marriage (Do they want to get married? How often do they think about marrying their S/O?)

Sana often thinks about marrying you, and she will tell you as often as she can. It starts off as a teasing remark, but it quickly turns into a serious discussion between the two of you.

Nicknames (What do they call their S/O?)

Babe, honey, love, darling

Sweet nicknames from a sweet girl who thinks the world of you <3

On Cloud Nine (What are they like when they are in love? Is it extremely obvious to others?)

She has her head in the clouds when she is deeply in love with you, so much so that she becomes a bit forgetful in her everyday life. Her friends and family notice and tease her immediately, and she’s quick to reveal her relationship with you.

PDA (Are they very upfront with their relationship, or do they prefer to keep things quiet?)

Sana is extremely upfront with your relationship, so most people will be able to figure out that you two are dating within a couple of minutes. She will dial it down a bit if you get uncomfortable with PDA, but sometimes she can’t help herself when it comes to you.

Quirk (Some random personality trait that makes them an excellent partner.)

Her optimistic and bright personality makes her your number one cheerleader when it comes to lifting your spirits after a long day. You can’t help but smile at her cute antics, and you find your mood improving as you spend more time with her.

Romance (Are they a born romantic ready to woo their S/O at any moment, or do they struggle to spark romantic moments with their S/O?)

Sana is more of a born romantic who thrives on spontaneity. She doesn’t do any of the cheesy, rehearsed lines from rom-coms or other media, but she’ll sometimes say the sweetest things to you while you’re just out and about with her.

Support (How do they help support their S/O to reach their goals?)

Sana’s optimism makes her a great cheerleader when it comes to supporting you. She always likes to be physically present with you to celebrate the highs, or to help you pick up the pieces after you hit a new low. Sana will always be there to ride the waves with you, no matter what.

Thrill (Do they like trying out new things to spice up their relationship, or do they prefer to stick to a routine?)

She loves to try out new things to spice up her relationship! She will drag you to a new restaurant that she heard of from a friend, or will decide to stay in with you if you’re not feeling up to traveling and walking around. She’s always willing to change her routine, as long as the constant is you.

Understanding (How well do they know their partner?)

Sana understands you as a partner, and she recognizes your likes, dislikes, and hobbies. Sometimes, she can pretend like she’s not paying attention to the small things that help define you, but she truly tries to engrave it all into her brain so she can be a better partner to you.

Value (How important is the relationship to the person versus other relationships and things in their life?)

Sana values you as much as she values the other close bonds (familial and platonic) in her life. It’s important to her that her partner, friends, and family all get along with one another and are supportive of the different relationships that are occurring. She wants you to know that you’re a priority in her life, and she will prove it to you as long as you’re together.

Wild Card (A random fluffy headcanon that you have about the relationship?)

After a long day of work, or a long stretch of time without seeing each other, Sana will hug-tackle you to the ground before engulfing you in many, many kisses while nearly squeezing you to death. She won’t let go until she’s had her fill, but she will cling to you as you get off the floor, gather your bearings, and then launch your affection counter-assault back at her.

XOXO (Do they like to kiss, hug, and cuddle you? How often do they do so?)

YES, YES and ABSOLUTELY 100% YES. Sana loves to shower you in all forms of physical affection whenever you are within arms’ reach of her. She’s very clingy and will not let go for a long, long time.

Yearning (How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?)

She’s not used to being away from you for long periods of time, so she finds herself missing your hugs and kisses. She chooses to send you pictures of her cuddling the stuffed animal, in the hopes that you’ll see her pouty face and immediately return home. (you do consider it, but you have to stay where you are for now).

Zeal (Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind?)

Sana is so willing to do anything for you - her heart is so big and so full of love and affection for you and every part of you. She would prove her love through any test - given that they aren’t cruel or punishing in any way - and her willingness to stand by you encourages you to do the same because you adore her just as much as she adores you.

[stargurl8888]

The Feels

"Some people are photographs waiting to be taken, others are stories waiting to be told. You, my dear, are both."

Word Count: 1,2k

Content Warning: Mild suggestive themes, Light angst, Jealousy, Stalker Vibes

Genre: Romance, School Drama

Synopsis: When the school's star actress Sana Minatozaki needs promotional photos for the drama club's latest production, she specifically requests the coldest member of the photography club, Kaori Tanaka. What starts as a simple photography assignment becomes complicated when Kaori becomes an emergency understudy, forcing these two to confront the tension that's been building between them. Between Natty's scheming and their own inability to be honest, will they find their spotlight moment?

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The thing about photography is that it reveals more than just images. Through her lens, Kaori Tanaka had documented countless truths that her subjects never meant to show. A trembling hand here, a genuine smile there – moments of authenticity caught between posed perfection.

But right now, staring through her viewfinder at Sana Minatozaki, she was seeing too much truth for comfort.

"The lighting isn't right," Kaori muttered, lowering her camera. The drama club's stage lights created harsh shadows, turning even Sana's perfect features into something too dramatic.

"Or maybe you're just trying to extend our time together," Sana teased, looking at her watch, 3:07 pm, shifting her position on stage. Her Romeo costume caught the light, making her look like some romantic hero stepped out of history. "How many shots do you really need for promotional materials?"

"As many as it takes to get it right." Kaori adjusted her settings, pretending her hands weren't shaking. "The drama club president deserves perfect photos, doesn't she?"

"Ah, so you do know I'm the president." Sana's smile turned playful. "Here I thought you never paid attention to anything but your camera."

If only she knew how much attention Kaori really paid. How many candid shots of Sana filled her private collection, moments captured between official assignments. The way she laughed during rehearsals, how she helped younger students with their lines, her quiet moments when she thought no one was watching.

"The whole school knows who you are," Kaori deflected, raising her camera again. "Now, look stage left…"

"EMERGENCY!" The doors burst open, revealing a panicked drama club member. "Juliet has mono! The understudy has food poisoning! The show's in two weeks!"

Sana's composed facade cracked slightly. "Both of them?"

"What about Natty?" someone suggested. "She knows the lines…"

"Natty's already playing Mercutio. We need someone new. Someone who can memorize quickly…"

All eyes slowly turned to Kaori, who was trying to pack up her camera and escape.

"Wait." Sana's voice stopped her. "Don't you have a perfect memory? I've seen you recite entire articles without notes."

"That's different. I'm not an actress."

"But you've been to every rehearsal," Natty pointed out, appearing suddenly. Her smile was too sweet to be genuine. "Taking photos, watching us practice… You must know the lines by now."

Kaori did know the lines. All of them. Including Sana's, which she'd memorized while pretending to focus on camera angles.

"I can't—"

"Please?" Sana stepped closer, and suddenly Kaori couldn't remember why she was protesting. "Just until we find someone else?"

That's how Kaori found herself at evening rehearsal, script in hand, trying not to combust as Sana played Romeo to her very reluctant Juliet.

"O Romeo, Romeo…" Kaori recited flatly, making Natty wince.

"More feeling!" the director called. "You're in love!"

"With all due respect," Kaori gritted out, "I'm a photographer."

"Not anymore." Sana climbed the prop balcony, ignoring the director's protests. She stopped inches from Kaori, close enough that her whisper wouldn't carry to their audience. "I've seen how you look at me through your camera. Show me that girl instead of this ice queen act."

Kaori's breath caught. "I don't—"

"You have a folder of candids. All of me. Momo told me."

Of course she did. Kaori was going to kill her friend later.

"That's not—"

"Isn't it?" Sana's hand found hers, hidden from view by the balcony rail. "The way you capture me when you think I'm not looking… No one else sees me like that."

"We should run the scene," Kaori managed.

"We are." Sana's thumb traced patterns on her palm. "This is the part where Juliet realizes she's fallen for someone she shouldn't want."

The script crumpled in Kaori's other hand. "Sana…"

"Say it like that for the scene." Sana's eyes sparkled. "Just like that."

The next run-through had the director in tears.

Rehearsals became a special kind of torture. Natty insisted on "helping" Kaori practice, her hands lingering too long during dramatic scenes. Sana started attending every session, her smile growing more strained each time Natty touched Kaori.

"You're enjoying this," Mina accused during lunch break, watching Kaori pretend not to watch Sana.

"I'm suffering."

"You're making her jealous on purpose."

"I'm being professional."

"Is that why you let Natty feed you during practice?"

Kaori flushed. "She insisted—"

"And Sana nearly broke her water bottle watching." Mina grinned. "For someone who claims not to care, you're playing this game very well."

"It's not a game."

But it felt like one, especially when Sana started finding excuses to demonstrate scenes personally. Her Romeo became more passionate, more possessive, until even the director had to call for breaks to "cool the tension."

Everything came to a head during their final dress rehearsal.

"The balcony scene isn't working," the director announced. "We need to stay late and fix it."

Natty immediately volunteered to help, but Sana cut her off. "Actually, I think Kaori and I should run it alone. To build chemistry."

The room emptied quickly after that, leaving them alone under the stage lights.

"You're doing this on purpose," Kaori accused once everyone was gone.

"Doing what?"

"This!" Kaori gestured between them. "The lingering touches, the loaded lines, making everyone leave…"

"Says the girl who lets Natty hang all over her while staring at me."

"I don't—"

"You do." Sana stepped closer, backing Kaori against the balcony prop. "You think I don't notice? The way you pretend not to care, but your breath catches when I get close? How you let her touch you but tense every time, while your photos of me…"

"Stop."

"Your photos show everything you try to hide." Sana's hands landed on either side of her head. "The angles, the lighting, the moments you choose to capture… They're love letters, Kaori."

"I'm just doing my job."

"Are you? Is that why you have shots of me sleeping during council meetings? Reading in the library? Laughing in the rain?"

Kaori's back hit the railing. "How did you—"

"I have my sources." Sana's smile softened. "Just like you have your perfect memory. Tell me, what's my line right now?"

"Thus with a kiss, I—" Kaori's words cut off as Sana closed the distance.

The kiss wasn't in the script. Neither was the way Kaori's hands fisted in Sana's costume, or how Sana pressed closer, turning the innocent stage kiss into something real.

"I knew it," came Natty's voice from the doorway.

They broke apart to find her standing there, phone raised. "Wait until everyone sees—"

"Sees what?" Mina appeared behind her, plucking the phone away. "The school's worst-kept secret? Please. We've had a betting pool for months."

"But she's—"

"About to star opposite Sana in the most anticipated show of the year?" Mina's smile was sharp. "Yes, she is. And you're going to be happy for them, aren't you?"

Natty stormed out, but neither Kaori nor Sana noticed. They were too busy looking at each other, realizing every pretense had finally fallen away.

"Your lines," the director's voice came from the shadows, making them jump. "Were perfect. That's exactly the passion this scene needs."

"How long have you—"

"Long enough to know tomorrow's show will be spectacular." They could hear the smile in his voice. "Take five, then we'll run it again. With the original blocking this time, please."

Later, as they walked home under cherry blossoms, Sana asked, "Was any of it acting?"

Kaori pulled out her camera, capturing Sana in the soft evening light. "What do you think?"

The photo showed everything her words couldn't say – love, in perfect focus.

PART OF A SERIES OF ALTERNATE UNIVERSES SOUTH PARALLEL: 37

[hemomartin]

A Chance Encounter

Pairing: Sana / fem!reader

Summary: You fly from Spain to Seoul for a Twice fansign, finally getting the chance to meet your bias, Sana. You're nervous, but her friendly smile and playful energy put you at ease. After the event, you keep in touch, and the connection between you two deepens. By the end, you can't help but feel excited about what might come next.

Category: fluff and attempt of smut

It was a sunny day in Seoul, and I, a huge Twice fan from Spain, had been waiting for this moment for months. I had finally managed to get tickets to a fansign event, and I was beyond excited to meet my bias, Sana.

As I waited in line, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions - excitement, nervousness, and a hint of shyness. I was a tomboy, and I often got mistaken for a boy, which made me a bit self-conscious. But I had decided to just be myself and enjoy the experience.

As I entered the venue, I was immediately struck by Sana's beauty. She was even more stunning in person, with her bright smile and sparkling eyes. I felt my heart skip a beat as I approached the table where she was sitting. I tried to play it cool, but I could feel my face heating up as I handed her my album to sign and she looked up at me with a bright smile.

"Annyeong" she said smiling, her eyes crinkling at the corners, her voice sweet and melodious.

I stuttered out a greeting, trying to hide my accent. Sana's eyes sparkled with amusement as she took in my tomboyish appearance. I was wearing a baseball cap and a hoodie, and my hair was tied back in a ponytail. I felt a bit self-conscious, but Sana's warm smile put me at ease.

"Don't be shy, I won't bite," she teased, winking at me.

I felt my face grow even hotter as I handed her the presents I had brought - a handmade bracelet and a plushie. Sana's eyes lit up as she took them from me, examining them with delight. "Oh, thank you so much! I love the bracelet, it's so cute!" She put it on her wrist, admiring it. "And the plushie is adorable! What's your name, by the way?"

I told her my name, and Sana repeated it, her pronunciation perfect. I was impressed. As we chatted, I found myself getting more and more flustered. Sana was being so friendly and flirtatious, and I couldn't help but feel a little shy. She teased me good-naturedly, asking me if I was okay, if I was feeling nervous. I nodded, feeling my face heat up even more.

But despite my shyness, I tried to have a conversation with her. I asked her about her favorite foods, her hobbies, and her favorite songs to perform. Sana laughed and joked with me, making me feel more at ease. As our time together came to an end, Sana handed me a piece of paper with her phone number on it.

"Let's keep in touch, okay?" she said, smiling up at me.

I took the paper, feeling like I was on cloud nine. I couldn't believe that Sana, my idol, was giving me her phone number. As I left the venue, I felt like I was walking on air.

It wasn't until later, when Sana texted me, that I realized she thought I was a boy. I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I should correct her. But then I decided to just go with it, curious to see where things would go.

As we texted back and forth, Sana's messages became increasingly flirtatious. I found myself blushing at my phone, feeling a little overwhelmed. But at the same time, I was excited. No one had ever made me feel this way before.

We made plans to meet up at a coffee shop, and I spent hours getting ready. I took a shower, changed into some clean clothes, and tried to calm my nerves.

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As you sat down across from her, Sana's eyes sparkled with interest. She continued to flirt with you, making you feel like a total mess. But as the conversation flowed, you started to open up, sharing stories and laughter with her. You were surprised by how easy it was to talk to her, how much you had in common.

It wasn't until Sana asked you to walk you back to your hotel that you realized where things might be headed. As you walked side by side, the tension between you grew thicker, until you could almost feel it palpable in the air.

As you entered your hotel room, Sana turned to you, her eyes sparkling with desire. "I have to admit, I thought you were a boy at first," she said, her voice low and husky. "But I don't care. I like you, just the way you are."

As we sat on the bed, Sana turned to me and smiled. "I'm so glad we met," she whispered.

I felt my face heat up, and I looked away, trying to hide my blush. But Sana just laughed and took my hand, pulling me closer. We started kissing, and I felt like I was melting into her arms.

As things progressed, I started to feel a little nervous. I had never been with a girl before, and I wasn't sure if I was comfortable with my body. But Sana was gentle and kind, comforting me as I hesitated.

"Hey, I told… I don't care about your gender" she whispered, her voice soft and soothing. "I like you, just the way you are. You're beautiful, inside and out."

Her words put me at ease, and I felt myself relaxing into her touch. We made out for hours, our bodies entwined as we explored each other. Sana took my hands and put them on her chest, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through me. I had never touched a girl like that before, and it felt amazing.

As we kissed, Sana started to get more and more hot. She was moaning and squirming beneath me, and I felt a surge of confidence as I realized that I were making her feel this way, that I was provoking these noises from her.

As I went down on her, kissing her neck and shoulders, Sana's moans grew louder. I felt a thrill of excitement. I continued to caress her body, touching her hips and legs as I made my way down. When I reached her center, I hesitated for a moment, looking up at her for permission. "Is this okay?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Sana's eyes met mine, her pupils dilated with desire. "Yeah... keep going, I need you so bad," she whispered, her voice husky with need.

I took a deep breath and continued, my fingers touching her center. I was amazed at how wet she was, and I felt a little proud of myself for making her feel that way. As I started to lick her clit, Sana's moans grew louder, and I felt myself getting more and more turned on.

I continued to suck her clit, my fingers moving against her center as I looked up at her. "Can I?" I asked as I position my fingers at her entrance, my voice barely above a whisper.

Sana just nodded, taking my hand and pushing my fingers inside of her. Her eyes closed in ecstasy. I started to move slowly, but Sana urged me on, telling me to go faster. I felt a little unsure, but Sana's moans told me I was doing just fine.

As I continued to move my fingers, Sana moaned louder and her body started to tense up. I knew that she was close, that she was about to come.

Sana's moans were loud and intense, her body shuddering with pleasure. I felt a surge of pride and satisfaction, knowing that I had made her feel this way.

As Sana came, I felt a rush of excitement. I had never made anyone feel that way before, and it was an incredible feeling.

She looked up at me, her eyes sparkling with gratitude. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice soft and husky.

I smiled, feeling a rush of happiness. "Anytime," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

Sana pulled me up, kissing me deeply, and I felt myself getting lost in her arms.

As we broke apart for air, Sana smiled at me, her eyes sparkling with desire. "My turn," she whispered, and I felt my heart skip a beat as she went down on me.

It was the first time anyone had ever done that to me, and it felt amazing. I couldn't believe that Sana, the Minatozaki Sana, was going down on me right now. I felt like I was in a dream, and I never wanted to wake up.

I felt a surge of pleasure as her tongue moved against my skin, her lips soft and gentle. I was in heaven, and I knew that I would never forget this moment.

As I came, Sana looked up at me, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "You're so beautiful," she whispered, her voice soft and husky.

I smiled, feeling a rush of happiness. "You're beautiful too," I replied.

As we finally came to a stop, exhausted and happy, Sana snuggled up beside me. "I'm so glad we met," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

I smiled, feeling my heart full of emotion. "Me too," I replied, taking her hand in mine.

We cuddled up together, watching the stars twinkling outside the window. As we drifted off to sleep, I knew that this was just the beginning of our story.

As we slept, Sana's phone buzzed with notifications, but she just ignored them, holding me close. She knew that she had found something special, something that she didn't want to let go of.

The next morning, we woke up early, feeling refreshed and happy. As we said our goodbyes, I felt a pang of sadness. I didn't want to leave her, didn't want to go back to my normal life without her by my side.

But Sana just smiled, taking my hand in hers. "We'll make this work," she said, her voice full of conviction. "We'll make time for each other, no matter what."

I nodded, feeling a sense of hope and excitement. I knew that it wouldn't be easy, that we would face challenges and obstacles along the way. But with Sana by my side, I felt like I could conquer anything.

As I watched her walk away, I felt my heart full of love and adoration. I knew that I had found my soulmate, my partner in every sense of the word. And I couldn't wait to see what the future held for us.

[ghostykapi]

three times (you got a charm)

misamo & fem! reader // spicy pt. 2 of three against me

UHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

anyway minors dni // NSWF UNDER THE CUT TURN AROUND NOW

you and momo never really defined who is the leading person within you four

sana and mina also don't care, but for some reason they are really good at getting what they want, which is usually having control

it's balanced

kind of

there's never really been a dynamic within your relationship with them. no definitive answer to who 'wears the pants' or who tops or who leads or who is simply in control

each with their own charm, you never really gave it much thought. well, not until nayeon was asking over beer and burgers night at a diner you frequent.

"nayeon, why are you asking me? you're literally friends with them, just last week you were over their apartment just so momo can cook you food after your nine to five"

buzzed and giggly, nayeon's eyes hold the curiosity that might not kill her, but sustain her. it makes you a bit scared, you should be more scared

"it's funny that you think i haven't asked them. momo says she doesn't care, sana just laughs and tells me that what matters is everyone is satisfied and mina just turns red and never answers the question"

sounds like them alright

"well" you had dreams, maybe one too many thoughts, of one of them pinning you down and fucking you to oblivion. you haven't done it with them yet, but the image of mina holding momo's collar, all while she's bent over her table getting pounded over that pink strap is forever gonna be in your head. sana is just giggling at your flushed expression over the door frame, clearly pleased at how your 5th date turned out

"you can just watch for now baby, but when you want it, come tell us okay?"

you have dreams, maybe aspirations. doesn't matter what position it is, all you can say is that

"well?" nayeon prods a bit more, despite the teasing tone of her voice, you know she only wants to know how well you have adjusted to the three "don't tell me you haven't had sex with them after six months of being together"

silence

"no"

you don't even acknowledge her at this point, deciding that the wall looks so interesting. hey that's a new wallpaper! that's so nice the old one needed to change after five years

"y/n!" nayeon is shocked, well she has almost every right to be shocked "last time you got into a relationship you told us it only took you 2 months to get your brains fucked, don't tell me that those three dumbasses did something bad—"

"it's not that!" you cut her off, her blush in your face spreading "it's just–uhm how do i say this–they are a lot"

"expand a lot"

"they offered to take turns to get a feel of how they are but i said i wanted the three of them there. so now we're playing this game of they wait patiently for me to make a move but i have been suuppperrr busy so"

more silence

"at least they are letting you decide" nayeon also decided that she doesn't need to break in their apartment to tear them apart "you trust them y/n?"

"yeah i do"

"ok good, because if they do something stupid to you i'll personally break their knees"

"what"

before nayeon can even start again, jihyo appears right beside her, shoving the older girl at the other side of the seat

"hi guys what did i miss"

"jihyo why are you always late? don't you and y/n end your meetings at the same time"

"nayeon unnie stuffed her face with all the fries that was supposed to be for you"

"UNNIE!"

you don't really think about it after that

not until dahyun and chaeyoung came to you during one of your night outs, one is wearing a turtleneck, the other just casually showing her tattoos and bite marks off

"really?" you can't really be stern with them, these were the girls that you took under your wing since high school and they just followed you up until here and probably until wherever

"what?" chaeyoung teases, clearly unfazed despite the other is beet red "jealous?"

"as if" you try not to think of it more, but your head is replaying each gaze they give to you when their needs take over

the couple look at each other

"no way" "holy fucking shit"

now both of them are asking too many questions, leaving you more flustered than it should. even as you walk faster, both keep up, intent to make you suffer for the rest of the evening out

so now you contemplate life choices in the back of jihyo’s car with nayeon blasting the songs too loud, chaeyoung yapping your ear off and dahyun playing soupsoup on your phone

it’s still quite silly to you, because you know that tonight is the night you decide that wearing a suit to drinking dinner was an ok idea. your reasoning being that you had just finished your thesis presentation, and you are just too damn tired to even change outfits. curse that timetable for putting you last on today’s schedule

it’s alright, because the moment you enter the place, heads turn, but that unfortunately mostly contained men who like you. seriously how many are they?

you clutch your messenger bag at the amount of men who look at you like some kind of prize, ready to bash it to their heads on command

“hey losers over here!”

until you shifted your attention to jeongyeon and tzuyu at a table, ready to waste a good 2 hours of the night before everyone decided that it was wise to not get so drunk tonight

as you settle in and try to look away as jihyo starts giving tzuyu one too many kisses, you also take in the setting of this restaurant. as the only one that served coffee, matcha and alcohol on tap, it made a name among college students and other young working adults, thus it’s popular status brought many familiar faces tonight.

in fact in one corner you see your girlfriends conversing, probably discussing their next vacation. sana happily yapping, mina typing everything down, and momo leisurely drinking a shake

wait

what?

you stare at them, trying to figure out if the plans have changed and they forgot to tell you or you talked about it the night before and you completely forgot

they don’t notice, but it seems like they were there since the afternoon, taking their sweet awful time to finish their drinks

so maybe plans haven’t changed, you’d still celebrate with them, have dinner, kiss and finally beat them in mario kart (hopefully!)

well that is until momo spots your eyes across the room and suddenly all three of them seem brighter after they all turn towards your general direction, intent of maybe stealing you away

dinner is still on sweetness?

it’s a text from mina, and you still try to tune out pda from your friends

mhm! i just have to make sure these losers get home safe. me and jeongyeon are babysitter duty today

the three of them huddled over mina’s phone and you think it’s a cute site despite their serious demeanor

ok sweetheart we’ll wait for you back at home. sana says you look incredibly good in that suit

thank you honey, you all look very good today. i’ll show you later how much?

you close your phone before you can see their reactions and see that the entire table is still in chaos

“gross” tzuyu comments beside you, despite having lipstick stains on her neck and jihyo leaning on the other side while reading the menu

“you have one too many lipstick stains, i think we are in the same boat”

even though you agreed to meet later into the night, they stay and watch over you and your group of friends. eyeing anyone that tries to get too close and practically burning that flirty waitress by your table, who is practically eye fucking you. everyone but you can see it

“i’m gonna rip her head off”

“me too”

“girls keep your composure”

each time your orders and drinks come in, she basically gets too close to you, as far to get nayeon, who sit beside you, to glare at her. the entire table makes jokes about it but it flies over your head, just happily munching on some fries and nursing a tipsy tzuyu to simply not mix drinks

“sana if we don’t leave i’ll rip her head off”

“mina don’t you dare, momo grab her and let’s go”

“owkai, cmere my minari”

before they leave though they pass by your table, and you visibly perk up at them. before you or your friends could say anything though, mina grabs your tie and pulls you for a kiss. it shocks you and you don’t recover until momo also does the same thing, earning more gasps from your friends and nearby tables.

“oh!” basically the entire table when momo pulls away, leaving you speechless at their bold moves

“you are ours” sana smiles and gives you a kiss, softer than the two but it leaves you with stars in your eyes “and we want the world to know that”

even after they leave, the rest of the night you are dazed, despite barely even touching a drop of alcohol. thankfully dahyun didn’t drink, so she managed to help you and jeongyeon shove a bunch of drunk young adults into jihyo’s subaru

“unnie it’s ok” dahyun smiles at you while she’s trying to get her very much drunk girlfriend into the car “you sit down in front with jeong unnie before you sit beside any of them and endure their teasing”

even when jeongyeon is yapping beside you and the rest is causing chaos in the back, you still think about those thoughts that you are so desperately trying to stop but failing. you still think about each one’s kiss and how much you crave for more. you think that you want them to do more

even as when they drop you off with hollers and whistles, you think about how dominating mina was with how she pulled you close, how momo simply just wanted you to know how much she wants you, and how sana’s eyes drink you in, inviting you to the world you have been dreaming of.

“you’re home”

as you look through your keys in your bag, you failed to notice the apartment door was open, revealing mina who’s still wearing that suit

you don’t know what came over you, what ever it was that you were thinking fueled you to push mina in, dropping your shoes and bag before kissing her, letting her pull you closer

she pulls away before she does anything more, and you fight the urge to whine and pull her back in

"words my love" mina coaxes you, and it takes so much will power to not give in to your needy eyes “give me words to continue”

“kiss me, fuck me, i—” you are so impatient. you want to feel her love and her touch “show me how much you love me”

she doesn’t hold back, once more using your tie to pull you into a kiss in the hallway, feeling two pairs of eyes from the living room watching

“minari” momo calls over, sana simply content watching you, already loving how the night is turning out “i think you need to bring y/n to our bedroom”

mina pulls away, taking in your needy stare before she drags you to the bedroom, momo and sana in tow, pulling you on the bed. you let mina sit you down before anything goes anything further

“if anything gets too much” mina cups your face, her tone loving but serious “you tell us ok? we want you to feel safe”

“ok sweetheart” you say, looking at all three of your girlfriends, who you trust and love “i trust my girlfriends to love me tonight”

whatever you thought about, it becomes real

momo dives in for a kiss, both of you knowing that everyone wants to do something more

"this is ok?" momo asks one more time

“please” you pull momo close, desperate for another kiss and mina gets rid of your suit, lips immediately locking in to your breasts the moment she removes everything but your panties

“you guys look so good” sana sighs and hugs momo from behind, setting aside her needs to simply watch you get taken care of “you look to pretty for us baby”

and you do, so much that you have to pull away from momo when mina starts to travel down with her kisses, leaving marks in her wake. the possessive side of her peaking through with how many she left on your skin until she reaches between your legs

"can't believe only we get to have you like this, only for us right?"

mina teases you by lightly touching you through your panties, the wetness gathering up and soaking it through

“sweetheart please” you beg, hips rising up to try and get more friction but mina pulls away each time, clearly enjoying the way she’s teasing you

“answer me sweetness”

“fuck yes it’s only the three of you who can do this to me”

mina seems happy with that answer, so she gets you out of your panties before kissing you anywhere but where you need it. you were about to complain until she starts to slowly lick first, before transitioning to fully eating you out

"just keep going darling, you look so hot getting what you want" momo coos right beside you, opting to hold your hand and sana kisses her body and remover her clothes as well

you are becoming delirious, with how delicious it feels for mina to eat you out like this

“more” you demand, and mina will give what you want “give me more”

“everything for you sweetness”

and she holds you down, her fingers entering you as she dives in deeper. she can’t get enough of your taste, moaning at how good you taste, slurping and eating you out like you are her dinner

your thighs are almost crushing mina who is in practically pussy heaven, and momo whispers in your ear the words that send you to your tipping point

“cum on mina’s mouth oh i know you want it baby, that’s what you need isn’t it? for our girl to show you how good it feels to be worshiped like that? mhm i know darling just cum for us”

you snap, chanting mina’s name like a mantra as you cum. mina? fuck she thinks she just died and this is heaven, despite her head being crushed. you just taste so good for her to go like this

“i wanna” you catch your breath, as mina lazily licks and kisses your pussy, helping you calm down from the high “make someone feel good too”

“me me me” momo is ready, simply pulling you to a kiss to confirm it “fuck me darling”

and so you do, after much kissing and teasing momo with your thigh, you find yourself fucking her with two fingers and your other hand rubbing her clit. her lips chanting your name and a bunch of curse words

"keep your fingers in me darling, i need more"

momo’s physique is too good to be viewed like this. her hazy eyes, muscles flexing under the warm lights, her hands gripping the sheets to try and hold back. it’s too much

“that’s it darlin’” she moans out, her hips moving, trying to meet your thrusts

“please” you moan, your face right in front of her pussy and the view momo is getting is making her get closer and closer to her peak “please cum for me”

it doesn’t really take long, with sana coaxing her to cum by doing what she did to you, momo’s back arches of the bed, her moan so loud you briefly think if anyone heard that through the walls

“fuck” you let her ride her high before pulling you fingers out and putting them in your mouth, moaning at the taste of her. knowing that in the future that you might spend hours on end on your knees eating her out

momo watches, cursing at how good you look while licking her juices off your fingers

“my turn”

sana smiles as she’s suddenly on top of you, while momo moves to lay beside mina to watch you both for a bit, still trying to catch her breath

“i want” sana is seductive, too good at making you putty in her hands “you too feel good just as i feel good so what we are gonna do is this”

and so, with much teasing sana can do and take within 10 minutes, you find yourself losing your mind as sana grinds her pussy unto yours. she has been soaking wet since the start and she is desperate to make you cum on her

you try to keep up, you really do, but with how much sana is in control and how much weak you are with the way she looks at you with those vixen eyes, you find yourself moaning and clutching the sheets for dear support

“you—” sana’s high pitched whine makes everyone in the room breath hitch “keep grinding on me baby i wanna cum on you too”

each time your clits touch, you can feel the pleasure electrify you, hands trying to grab anything else. that’s mina and momo’s cue to go beside you both, ready to help you both reach that high

“you’re taking sana so well sweetheart”

“fuck doesn’t she look so good being fucked like this for us minari?”

“yeah she does and sana is such a hard working girl isn’t she baby? look at her grinding on you like that”

you are so losing it right now

in between praises and the teasing, you find yourself reaching your second climax for the night. sana sees your thighs start to twitch and she grids deeper

“cum with me” sana is a demanding girl and it doesn’t take long for you to grant what she wants. bodies in synch as you cum together, mina holds you as you let go just how momo holds sana as she cums as well.

you take a while to reign bearings again just to find yourself being peppered with kisses, being wiped down with a towel, and hearing praises of how well you took it and promises that dinner will be fixed up after a shower

"that's our girl"

when you look up, they coo at your love struck daze

“love you sweetness”

“i love you my darlin’”

“thank you pretty girl, i love you”

“i love you guys too”

[oraclekleo]

BHS Tarot Reading - Sana (TWICE) [Sub]

BHS Game stands for Blindfold - Handcuff - Spank and it’s a more spicy variant of the Kiss - Marry - Kill game. This passive version of the BHS Tarot Game describes idols’ reactions to them being on the receiving and giving side of these activities. This is the receiving end part, where Sana is in a submissive role. The giving part will be posted as another post. Depending on your preferences, you can read only the parts you personally feel drawn to or you can read it all out of curiosity. This version describes the situation from the idol’s perspective but can include some details about you, if the cards indicate it.

Disclaimer:

All celebrity readings have purely entertainment nature

I don’t know any of the celebrities personally

Don’t base life decisions purely on tarot readings

I can never guarantee any of what’s said in the reading

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Reading Info:

Rating: VERY 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Requester: /

Deck(s): Erotic Fantasy Tarot, Tarot of Sexual Magic, Tarot of Casanova

Spread: BHS - sub part

Questions:

Blindfolded by you

Handcuffed by you

Spanked by you

Celebrity Info:

Full Name: Minatozaki Sana

Stage Name: Sana

Group: TWICE

DOB: 29.12.1996

Blood Type: B

MBTI: ENFP

Sun Sign: Capricorn

Chinese Sign: Fire Rat

Life Path Number: 3

Masterpost: TWICE

Sana (Twice) - Sub

Blindfolded by you (King of Wands, 4 of Wands, XI Justice - Erotic Fantasy Tarot): When you suggest blindfolding Sana, she might not agree right away. She’s used to be in charge of your love life and she needs to feel at least some sense of control. While she does feel intrigued by the idea of being deprived of her sight by you, she will probably insist on scheduling this particular activity. She might refuse to get into it tonight but she will make a note to try this with you on Wednesday, okay? You better agree on this compromise because that’s the best you get. While Sana is not really shy when it comes to sex, she’s likely to make it utterly clear that if she’s supposed to play the submissive role, it’s only going to happen in the comforts of her home. Once you finally manage to playfully wrestle with her and top her, putting a blindfold on her eyes, be ready Sana will try to cheat and peek or shift the blindfold. Even so, she might actually try to take charge, and while not being able to see you, she will still feel you, touch you, kiss you and play with you on her terms. You might actually find out that Sana is so much more teasing and dangerous when she’s wearing a blindfold because she can’t really calculate her moves and those become so much more surprising and animalistic. Sana partially losing control and blindly grabbing what’s within her reach is a new level of sweet torment, especially when she becomes cocky and giggles over you gasping for air and moaning as she is mapping your entire body with her fingers and lips, shamelessly cuddling with any body part she hits.

Handcuffed by you (III The Empress, Knight of Pentacles, XIII The Death - Tarot of Sexual Magic): Once again the cards suggest more of a dominant role for Sana even when she’s handcuffed or tied up by you. She likes to maintain at least some of the control, even if only in the form of commanding you while you are patiently wrapping her shibari style. All the cards suggest patience and creativity, which might indicate that Sana could enjoy the tying up as a form of lengthy foreplay. She’s likely to encourage you to do things slowly but properly, fixing each and every knot. Sana is likely to keep giving instructions on what type of rope should be used and what pattern should be created, she’s likely to enjoy rougher materials which will leave marks on her skin so she can admire the outcome of wild night next morning and remember the moments of bliss. Once Sana is neatly tied up, she’s likely to enjoy being sweetly tortured and edged by you. The more intensive the heath becomes before you reward her with a release, the more pleasing it’s gonna be. Sana agreed to be tied up but she expects you to deliver some outstanding and life changing orgasms in return. She might be at your mercy but she’s still your empress to impress. If you fail, she might never agree to be tied up by you again.

Spanked by you (7 of Pentacles, 5 of Wands, Queen of Swords - Tarot of Casanova): This time Sana is pretty enthusiastic to be on a receiving end. Spanking is probably something she enjoys. She’s likely to ostentatiously cross borders, break your rules, misbehave and push all your buttons in order to make you punish her for her audacity. In case she’s not really in the mood to play like this, she will just straight up tell you she wants you to spank her. She might even dismiss any of your protests when she’s already in a state of expectation. For you, spanking might be a bit of a new experience and you might be a bit hesitant but Sana will encourage and guide you. She might be into some specific antics like asking you to first massage her booty with fragrant oil to make her skin even more sensitive to touch and nicely smooth and slick. She’s more likely to enjoy you spanking her with your hand. Sana will also courageously ask you to put more force into your spanking. Spanking is not only about the pleasurable pain for Sana, it’s an overall experience which she wants to end with ecstasy. While spanking her with one hand, you will be asked to play with her and finger her with the other so she can reach the highs.

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what if you were sana's new manager?

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cw: EXTREMELY ooc sana (she's so sweet, but here? not so much😭), age gap, power imbalance, obsessive/possessive behaviours, implied non-con towards the end

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the moment you were promoted to being her manager, everything changed. sana was beautiful, poised, a fan favorite, and an idol who's been around for so long. naturally, you were really shocked, and slightly scared. imagine being in charge of a member of TWICE?? it was enough pressure to make anyone succumb quickly to stress, but you were dedicated to the job, which caught sana's attention, but not in a good way.

sana was not really pleased to see how... composed you were around her. the amount of compliments she got daily made her rather egotistical, so seeing you this "unbothered" when accompanying her to meetings and events really ticked her off, to put it simply. and when she heard about how old you were... sana's pride was HURT. a woman in charge of what she does, one who was younger than her by a few years? don't piss her off.

the next time you saw her, the mask fell off. sana would laugh at your smallest mistakes, throw away the food you gave her after a music show promotion, RIGHT in front of you, and treat every effort as something to be dismissed or useless. "do you think this is good enough? you were running late, i'm your fucking boss. seriously, what kind of manager are you?" sana scoffed as your face heated up in embarrassment, tears pricking at your eyes. why was she suddenly so mean? she stood closer to you, her tone laced with sadistic amusement. "don't cry, love, if you were more competent, i wouldn't be pissed, but... gotta work with what i got."

sana would sneer at your pathetic attempts to please her, and one night, she dropped all of her makeup brushes, and forced you to pick them up one by one. but what sana didn't expect was to feel.. something for you that very second. the way you always came back to her, still took care of her despite her countless insults towards you... she definitely went home to reflect on that.

the conclusion sana came to was that she really did like you. in her own, cruel way. and we've already established how she was an egotistical maniac who uses her power, so she refused to let you step out of line or get close to anyone else, and she’d punish you in small, petty ways if you tried. schedule changes without warning, "accidentally" spilling rumours that made things harder for you, and reminders that you only had this position because she allowed it. as much as you wanted to push back, the truth was undeniable: sana held your career—and your sanity—in her hands.

sana's fixation on you only seemed to get worse, as the months went by. and she made sure you KNEW it. she knew where you were at all times, texting you constantly, filling your phone with messages that were affectionate one moment and threatening the next. if you so much as glanced at anyone else, sana would go out of her way to isolate you, to sabotage anything that might distract you from her. "you’re mine," she'd whisper, almost tenderly, before tightening her grip on your waist as she pushed you against a wall. every attempt to set boundaries only seemed to feed her obsession. and with every passing day, you realized that she’d do anything, and i mean ANYTHING, to keep you by her side, whether you wanted it or not.

one fateful night, where she had dragged you to her penthouse, you would soon come to the realisation that sana was truly someone that you should've ran away from a loooong time ago. you sat stiffly on the edge of her bed, the dim glow of the bedside lamp casting shadows across the room. sana stood in front of you, close enough that you could feel the weight of her gaze. her hand moved to your shoulder, fingers pressing in with a possessive force that left no doubt who was in control. “don’t even think about leaving,” she whispered, her voice chillingly soft, as if daring you to defy her. sana leaned in, her other hand resting heavily between your legs, pinning you in place. every touch felt like a claim, each movement sending a quiet threat through the air. as her fingers tightened their hold, you realized escape wasn’t an option; you were exactly where she wanted you, and there was no way out.

sana's hands moved back up to your shoulders, firm and unyielding as she guided you back against the pillows, her hot tongue tracing possessively along your neck, the saliva cooling down quickly in the cold air, making your pulse race. she murmured sweet nothings into your ear, calming you down, voice low and commanding as she leaned in, body pressing onto yours. her hand slid down to your wrist, pinning it against the bed as her lips brushed close to your ear, each word a quiet, inescapable claim. the weight of sana's presence left no room for protest, every touch a reminder that here, in this room, you belonged entirely to her.

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when you woke, the room was dark, save for the faint glow of her phone screen, casting eerie shadows across her face as sana sat beside you, watching. you tried to move, but a strange, deep ache reminded you how powerless you were in her world, in her hands. her fingers traced along your arm, and she smiled—a soft, chilling smile that only deepened your sense of dread. "you belong to me," sana whispered, voice filled with a twisted satisfaction. "I told you, no one else could ever love you like I do." you couldn’t remember when you’d fallen asleep, or how long she’d been there, but one thing was certain: there was no part of you sana hadn’t claimed, judging from the pain in your heart, and the bruises and hickeys shamelessly left in obvious areas.

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all this just to be with you — minatozaki sana

now playing: good news - bakar.

synopsis - sana is running late to practice and crashes into the back of your car. as soon as she steps out and sees you—an effortlessly gorgeous doctor—she forgets all about the accident and immediately tries to flirt her way into your heart.

pairing - minatozaki sana x fem reader.

step one: crash landing on your car.

it was just supposed to be another normal, busy morning.

you were driving to work, sipping the last of your coffee as you hummed along to the radio, already mentally preparing yourself for the long shift ahead at the hospital. everything was perfectly fine—until it wasn’t.

out of nowhere, a loud thud jolted your entire car forward. your coffee cup went flying, landing unceremoniously on your lap, and you slammed the brakes with a sharp inhale.

your heart pounded as you registered what had just happened. someone had crashed into you.

sighing, you put your car in park, unbuckled your seatbelt, and stepped out. the moment you turned around, ready to assess the damage, you came face-to-face with a woman stepping out of the offending car—a woman who, to your annoyance, was ridiculously pretty.

she was looking at you with wide, guilty eyes, her hands nervously gripping the straps of her designer handbag.

“oh my god, i’m so sorry!” she blurted out, bowing slightly. “i was running late and—okay, i wasn’t paying attention, but in my defence, the traffic light was so slow, and i got distracted because—well, you know, life!”

you crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow at her. “so, you rear-ended me because you were in a rush?”

“yes,” she admitted, nodding quickly. then, after a brief pause, she tilted her head and gave you an almost too-sweet smile. “but, in my defence, i think meeting you might be the best thing to happen to me today.”

you blinked. “excuse me?”

“you’re… stunning.” she continued, looking you up and down like she’d just discovered a rare work of art.

you were momentarily stunned into silence. did this woman just crash into your car and then immediately start flirting with you?

she took your silence as an opportunity to step closer, eyes sparkling. “since i ruined your morning, maybe i can make it up to you? coffee? lunch? dinner? a weekend getaway?” she clasped her hands together dramatically. “please, let me be your compensation.”

you let out a sharp laugh despite yourself, shaking your head. “right. first things first, we need to exchange insurance details, not flirt.”

“why not both?” she quipped, grinning.

“because i don’t date reckless drivers,” you shot back, though the corners of your lips twitched upwards slightly.

touché.

she gasped, placing a hand over her heart. “ouch. but i’m normally a great driver, i swear! today was just an off day. and i promise i’d be very careful with your heart if you gave me a chance.”

you sighed, running a hand through your hair before pulling out your phone. “name?”

“sana,” she answered immediately. “minatozaki sana. but you can just call me yours.”

you groaned. “please just give me your actual details before i report you for flirting-related offences.”

“i think the real crime is how breathtaking you are,” she shot back without missing a beat.

you stared at her. she stared back, completely unashamed.

this was going to be a long morning.

⸻

step two: sana does not give up.

a few days passed, and you thought that would be the end of your interaction with sana. but then, out of nowhere, you got a text.

unknown number: hi breathtaking, hope you’re having a lovely day. just wondering, have you forgiven me for the minor car-related inconvenience yet?

you blinked at your phone. minor car-related inconvenience? she really had a way with words.

you sighed and typed back.

you: sana, how did you even get my number?

sana: for a surgeon, you have a very bad memory. you wrote it down when we exchanged details, remember? :)

you: that was for insurance purposes

sana: exactly. my heart was insured the moment i met you.

you: sana.

you could practically hear her giggling through the screen.

sana: okay okay, i’ll behave… unless you want me to continue?

you: goodbye, sana.

sana: goodbye for now ;)

you sighed, shaking your head. she was relentless.

but, annoyingly, you found yourself smiling just a little.

⸻

step three: sana is everywhere.

as if crashing into your car and flirting via text weren’t enough, sana somehow started appearing in your life everywhere.

you ran into her at the café near your hospital.

“fancy seeing you here,” she said with a bright grin. “or is this fate?”

“it’s just a café, sana,” you deadpanned, stirring your coffee.

“yes, but you’re here, which makes it special.”

you ran into her at the supermarket.

“buying groceries? how domestic of us,” she teased, peering into your basket. “should i pick up some wine for our imaginary date later?”

“should i pick up a restraining order?” you countered.

“harsh,” she pouted. “but i like my women feisty.”

and, somehow, you even ran into her at the florist.

“let me guess,” you said dryly, watching her browse the roses. “you’re here to buy flowers for yourself because no one else will deal with you?”

“wrong,” she smirked, plucking a bouquet of soft pink peonies from the shelf. “i’m here to buy these for you.”

you blinked as she handed them to you with an almost shy smile.

“i know i joke around a lot,” she said, rubbing the back of her neck, “but i really do think you’re special. and i’d love to take you out properly—no car crashes involved this time.”

for once, she wasn’t being over-the-top. she was just looking at you with a slight pink hue to her cheeks, soft and sincere.

and, against all logic, your heart skipped a beat.

you sighed, shaking your head. “fine. one date. but if you crash into anything else before then, i’m cancelling.”

she gasped dramatically. “i swear on my love for you, i will drive like an angel.”

“we’ll see,” you muttered, rolling your eyes—but you couldn’t stop the small smile forming on your lips.

⸻

step four: sana wins your heart.

one date turned into two. two turned into three. before you knew it, you were falling—hard and fast.

sana was everything you didn’t expect. she was playful and flirty, yes, but she was also incredibly sweet. she memorised how you liked your coffee, texted you to make sure you were eating properly during your shifts, and sent you videos of cute animals whenever you were feeling stressed. sana felt like good news. being with sana felt like good news.

one evening, after a long day at the hospital, you came home to find her waiting outside your apartment, holding a takeaway bag.

“i figured you’d be too tired to cook,” she said, smiling a shy smile softly. “so i brought your favourite.”

you stared at her, warmth spreading through your chest.

“what’s wrong?” she asked, tilting her head.

instead of answering, you stepped forward and kissed her.

she let out a small, surprised noise before melting into you, her arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you impossible closer. when you finally pulled away, she blinked at you, dazed.

“does this mean i’m officially your girlfriend now?” she asked, eyes shining.

you huffed a small laugh. “yeah, sana. i think it does.”

her face lit up, and she pulled you into a tight hug.

“worth every traffic violation,” she whispered and you could just hear that sly grin in her voice.

you groaned. “please don’t remind me.”

she just giggled, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

and just like that, the girl who had crashed into your car had somehow crashed straight into your heart and made herself at home.

⸻

step five: unbearable.

you were utterly exhausted by the time you stepped through the door of your shared flat, your body aching from the long hours spent in surgery. being a surgical oncologist was rewarding, very rewarding, but some days felt heavier than others, and today was one of them. you barely had the energy to take off your coat when you felt a familiar warmth wrap around you from behind, sana’s arms slipping around your waist as she pressed a soft kiss against your shoulder.

“you’re home,” she murmured softly, swaying you both slightly as if trying to melt away the weight of your day. her voice was gentle, filled with the kind of love that made your chest ache in the best way. you sighed, leaning into her touch, letting yourself be held. she didn’t rush you to talk, didn’t ask for details you weren’t ready to share—she simply knew.

after a few moments, she took your hand and led you to the sofa, guiding you to sit while she disappeared into the kitchen. when she returned, she held a steaming cup of tea in one hand. “here, baby,” she said with a soft smile. her fingers traced gentle circles on your back, grounding you, her presence enough to ease the lingering tension in your muscles.

“thank you,” you whispered, voice heavy with exhaustion but filled with affection. you turned your head slightly, pressing a slow kiss to her jaw, feeling the way she shivered slightly under your touch. she smiled, resting her forehead against yours. “always,” she promised, her hand finding yours, fingers intertwining. in that quiet moment, wrapped up in her warmth, the weight from your long day didn’t feel so unbearable anymore.

sana shifted slightly, pulling a blanket over the both of you, her fingers never once leaving yours. the tv hummed softly in the background, some lighthearted drama playing, but neither of you were really paying attention. she rubbed soothing circles against your knuckles, occasionally lifting your hand to press soft kisses against your fingers. “you work too hard,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

you sighed, closing your eyes for a moment. “i know… but i have to.”

she didn’t argue, because she understood. she knew how much your job meant to you, how deeply you cared for your patients, how every loss weighed on you even when you tried to hide it. but she also knew you, and she could tell when you needed someone to look after you for once. shifting closer, she nestled against you, her heartbeat steady and comforting against your side. your careers were on opposite ends of the spectrum—a kpop idol and a surgical oncologist—yet you both had your days and your careers meant the world to both of you.

“at least let me take care of you when you get home,” she said, her lips brushing against your temple. “you don’t have to carry everything alone. and you will never have to when i’m right here with you, my love.”

you exhaled slowly, allowing yourself to melt into her embrace. with sana, love was effortless—a quiet presence, a hand reaching for yours, a warmth that never wavered. you squeezed her fingers, letting the weight of the day fade into the softness of her touch. “i love you,” you whispered, and the way she smiled against your skin, the way she held you just a little tighter, made you certain that no matter how hard the days got, coming home to her would always be enough.

no matter how much bad news you may hear in the entirety of your career, it could not even begin to compare to the feeling of good news you get whilst being with sana.

though the weight of the day still clung to you, exhaustion pressing into your skin like an ache that wouldn’t fade, in sana’s arms, it was easier to forget—easier to let go. there was something about the way she held you, the way she felt like good news after a long day of nothing but bad. like the sun after weeks of grey skies, like a familiar melody you didn’t realise you’d forgotten. she didn’t have to say much; her presence was enough to soften the edges of your exhaustion.

she traced gentle patterns along your arm, her touch light, deliberate. sana had always been like this, always making sure you knew you were loved, that you were appreciated. she never asked for much in return, never demanded more than you could give. even now, as she kissed your temple and pulled you impossibly closer, she gave without expectation, without hesitation—like she wanted to be the one thing in your life that wasn’t complicated. she just wanted to be good news.

the room was quiet, the low hum of the tv playing some forgotten drama in the background, but all you could focus on was her. how she fit against you so perfectly, how she smelled faintly of vanilla and something uniquely sana, how she never made you feel like you had to be anything other than tired and human in her presence. there was no pressure to fill the silence with words, no expectation to be anything but yourself. she understood without you having to explain.

“you always know what i need,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. she smiled, pressing a lingering kiss to your cheek before tucking herself against you, her warmth seeping into your skin. “of course i do,” she whispered back, her voice full of certainty, full of love. because with sana, it had never been complicated. she didn’t just want to be in your life—she wanted to be the best part of it, she wanted to be the good news.