#park and sana

[jaggedwolf]

TSCOSI Ficlets #5

Waking up in the body of your AU self

Sana woke with a cough. That and the clanging of metal was almost loud enough to camouflage the small voice going "oh, fuck." It took only a second of steady breathing to place the voice as Violet's and another of opened eyes to spot her.

Sana may have been the one lying on the med bay cot, but Violet was the one who looked wrong - a ponytail her hair should be too short for, Arkady's IGR guard jacket instead of her own sweater or crew jacket.

"Captain Tripathi." One of Violet's hands was shoved into her jacket pocket, an upturned chair behind her. There was an intensity to Violet's gaze that didn't seem entirely medical. She'd seen Violet calmer when faced with an actively bleeding patient.

No blood here, only a growing headache. "Violet, an update? Last thing I remember is piloting the ship. How long was I out for?"

"Less than an hour." Violet frowned. "I-I had to shift here to monitor you."

The door slid open with a beep, Arkady striding through. At least she looked as Sana expected, tank and tactical pants and close-cropped hair.

"Thought I told you to comm me as soon as she woke up, Liu." Arkady glowered as she leant back against the end of the cot.

"It hasn't been that long." Sana lightly nudged the small of Arkady's back with her foot. "I'm sure Violet was about to."

Arkady froze. Something sick curled in Sana's gut at how Arkady's shoulders relaxed once Sana jerked her foot away. It curled tighter at the wary looks Violet and Arkady traded.

"I was," Violet finally said. "Your scans were normal, Captain. It could've been simple dehydration."

"Dehydration." Arkady crossed her arms, apparently ending whatever shared moment they'd had. "Seriously?"

"Why exactly would I lie, First Mate Patel?" snapped Violet, shoulders hunched. "I know it wouldn't end well."

Arkady made a sound of frustration. "Wasn't an accusation." She stepped in between Violet and Sana, making eye contact with the latter. "Wasn't. I was the only one near you when you fainted. Anyway, need anything else from Liu?"

"No?" Sana's headache wasn't subsiding, but if asking for painkillers would trigger more of whatever she witnessed, she'd rather hold out.

"Great!" Arkady swept Violet out the medbay with an unexpected swiftness, though Sana caught sight of Arkady scanning something to open the door. Shit. That was the final straw. You didn't lock exits on a ship.

Only an hour, impossible. Who's turned her crew against her and each other? Who's managed to turn Arkady against her? Made them willing to keep her prisoner on her own ship?

Arkady must have noticed her growing panic, because she approached the cot with her hands up and a grin that didn't reach her eyes. "Captain, it's Liu. She's completely harmless. Even if she wasn't"-Arkady snorts-"she knows you've got eyes and automated systems on every part of this ship."

Arkady jerked her head towards a table where a tablet and gun lay. "Everyone else has been at their stations. Jeeter's in his room, and Krejjh is sha-"

"You left a gun here?" asked Sana. The tablet unlocked itself at Sana's touch, displaying a single camera feed of the mess hall. A swipe showed the airlock. Another Violet walking down a corridor. Another a small bedroom.

"Already feeling good enough to test me, Sana?" Arkady's fingers twitched. She tapped the single holster on her hip, no others to be seen (how had Sana missed that, she shouldn't have missed that.) Arkady forced her grin wider. "Come on, we solved my little paranoia problem ages ago, right?"

"Right," said Sana, letting the instinct to reassure her best friend take over as the full realization of what she held in her hands hit her.

Sana wasn't the prisoner of this ship. She was its warden.

Salacious Rumors

elionated: hey hey hey GossipGeneral57: No. elionated: but whyyyyyyy elionated: how could you betray me so, best of friends and best of admins? GossipGeneral57: You could file an appeal via the link on the deleted thread. GossipGeneral57: I would reject it, of course GossipGeneral57: This is a *celebrity* gossip board, the FAQ specifically outlines the requirements for discussing someone.

elionated: yeah well your requirements are dumb if people dubbing some dwarnian soap opera count as celebs and not the FRICKIN CREW OF THE RUMOR elionated: do you have any idea how much time I spent putting together that post? gathering theories from all over the net? listening to those reports? elionated: my post had citations man, mr yusof would be proud GossipGeneral57: I don't want to think about our old lit teacher reading your list of crew combinations ordered by how likely they are to be sleeping together.

elionated: so you read it then? :D GossipGeneral57: Obviously. It was one of your posts, after all elionated: :D GossipGeneral57: I have qualms on ranking (3) there. I think (4) and perhaps even (5) are likelier candidates given the opportunity of time.

elionated: are u kidding me what about my evidence GossipGeneral57: You mean the part where you came very close to breaking our doxxing rules via a partially covered profile screenshot that as you said, proves "she's okay with sharing"? elionated: research! the very bedrock of this board! GossipGeneral57: The name and anagrams of it aren't even particularly unique. elionated: gotta give the people whatever i can find

elionated: you know who else might have an opinion on this? the other people who left comments before you DELETED all my hard work GossipGeneral57: You always have backups. GossipGeneral57: I would also like the board to not get purged via government order elionated: ugh fine elionated: i guess if we're all gonna die in some dumb war i'd rather be able to post gossip during

GossipGeneral57: ...I don't have objections to discussing this topic in our encrypted messages, however elionated: ha I KNEW IT elionated: ok who do you think is banging other than the obvs GossipGeneral57: Hold on, I'm pulling up your list again and-seriously, the entire crew? Didn't Mr Yusof also cover not taking giant inferential leaps? GossipGeneral57: (Mr Yusof I'm so sorry) elionated: you gotta read the archive on the structure of dwarnian emrehs, the one in footnote 11 elionated: i'm just saying that krejjh seems like they'd be all about sharing cultural traditions ;)

Awkward Comfort

“There’s nothing to be done,” Park says, and he knows it’s a mistake as soon as the words leave him. Foolish, foolish, foolish.

Captain Tripathi doesn’t snap at him. Instead, she lets out a shaky sigh, head leaned back against the wall that separates her from the medbay where Patel’s fighting for her life, Liu and McCabe doing their level best to help her.

Park needs - wants? - to expend at least a similar level of effort in monitoring the captain. He has never seen (or heard) her so unsettled, or so despairing. He sits down next to her on the hallway floor. The movement is not very graceful, and something in his right knee twinges.

“You’re not wrong,” the captain finally says. Her voice is as wry as ever, but with none of its usual mirth. “The time to do something would have been before leading Arkady to an ambush.”

“Captain Tripathi,” Park reasons, “with the intelligence we had, we all thought the deal was legitimate. There was no way we could have-”

Her gaze turns steely. “My best friend got really hurt because of that ‘legitimate deal’, forgive me if I’m not in the mood for IGR-standard ass-covering.”

Park flinches.

“Park-that wasn’t fair of me. It’s-”

“No,” Park interrupts against his instincts, fingers curling around his scarred knee, “I think that’s a fair assessment.”

He pauses for a moment, turning his next words over in his head. He often wishes Shelly was with him on this strange turn his life had taken, but especially now, when she would’ve at least gotten some joy out of his struggles to offer comfort, if not having any advice of her own.

Park slowly says, “I also believe my ass-covering to be accurate as well. Not even Patel could blame you.”

Captain Tripathi snorts. “You did a poor job listening in if you thought Arkady wouldn’t be the last person to blame me.”

“She has some degree of self-preservation. And an excellent medic working on her.” Park thinks back to the few files he’d dug up on Liu’s time by O-11, the hours of work rewarded with little actionable intelligence. “If there was a warning sign, I’m sure Patel will regale us on the matter when she recovers.”

“She would.” The captain shakes her head. “She will. I’m going to stick around out here, Park, but you don’t have to.”

“Is there something that needs to be done elsewhere?” An easy opening for her to dismiss him. He rather hopes she doesn’t. Getting up would be a far less graceful process than sitting down. Worse yet, Park finds he doesn’t like the idea of her waiting alone, even if the alternative is his stilted company.

“No.” Sana’s eyes focus on him. He has the uncanny feeling she’s figured out something about him. “Not at all.”

Mundane AU

"It can't be that bad, dude," said Brian, sounding very reasonable as he took a sip of his hot chocolate. "Wasn't it already kinda bad?"

"Yes." Violet stared out the cafe window. The bright sunlight only aggravated her hangover, but it was far too late for her to hide from the day. "I also thought the week couldn't get worse than the department chair telling me that the direction of my dissertation was completely pointless. While my advisor said nothing."

Brian winced, even though she'd already told him this. He had his own horror stories about grad school, from before he'd dropped out. But that wasn't why Violet had texted him this morning.

"What happened?" asked Brian. "Did your advisor say something?"

"No," said Violet, almost wishing she had. "Your friends, the ones I met last night?"

"Arkady and Sana, yeah." Brian grins. "It seemed like you three hit it off. Sorry Krejjh and I had to head out early, moving has us beat."

"We did," admitted Violet. "After the bar, they showed me the flower shop and tattoo parlor." She grimaced. "I think I drank too much - I vaguely remember them insisting on walking me home?"

"Dude, that doesn't seem like that big a deal," said Brian. "Arkady's had to sleep it off on our couch plenty of times."

Violet cut to the chase. "Brian, when I woke up today, there was a bouquet of flowers on the nightstand. And next to it, a sketch of a tattoo design."

"Tattoos like the kind you swore off forever?" joked Brian, who had heard all about the very ill-advised hip tattoo decisions Violet had made in undergrad.

"It, um." Violet blushed. "It incorporated my current one. It actually made it look pretty good? The point is, I texted them this morning. Only I...thanked Sana for the flowers, and Arkady for the tattoo design."

"You didn't," protests Brian.

"I did. I didn't even realize until they texted me back." She leaned across the table to show him their replies. (Sana: You should thank Arkady for those! :D, Arkady: uh what liu? think you meant to text tripathi)

The disbelief was evident in Brian's eyes. "I introduced you guys to each other, Violet."

"Yeah, and you said 'this is Sana and Arkady, they run the flower shop and the tattoo parlor down on Rumor Street'. You never actually said who ran what!"

"You were in their shops!"

"We didn't actually talk about work that much. And they kept bouncing ideas off each other, I just thought they knew each other that well."

"Well, they do," said Brian, frowning. "But Sana's tattoos!"

"What about them?" asked Violet, taking a big gulp of her coffee.

"Isn't the woman with tattoo sleeves more likely to be the tattoo artist?"

"Arkady has a tattoo too, a number on her shoulder," argued Violet. Embarrassed, she mumbled her next defense. "I...thought of that puzzle. You know, the one where a town only has two barbers and-"

"-and you have to pick which one to get a haircut from, and one of them has a great haircut while the other one doesn't?" Brian's face lights up in recognition and amusement. "Kinda only applies in a town that only has two barbers, Violet. I think Sana got hers before she even moved here?"

"I probably seem like a complete idiot," said Violet, fidgeting with the handle of her mug. "Or worse."

"I don't think they'll hold it against you." Brian glanced at his phone after it lit up with a notification, smiling at whatever it was. "Not their style."

Wrist Kisses

When Violet returned to Arkady's room, her first order of business was falling back on the bed. Her second was a bone-deep sigh.

A snort of amusement came from where Arkady's desk stood. "Another talk-through?"

"Yeah." Violet closed her eyes. She would be eternally grateful for Dr Robinson's crash course. But the universe was still short on doctors, let alone non-IGR ones, and Violet hadn't helped that shortage when she'd decided to leave Telemachus for a spot on Sana's new ship. The least she could do was consult over calls. It meant squinting through poor video and only being able to offer her words, not her work.

She didn't mind. Even for the worst of those calls, she'd found it terrifying and satisfying and thrilling all at once. She hardly knew which of those were the best ways to feel.

"Bad call?" asked Arkady. Closer, this time.

"No, just some long ones."

Arkady hummed in acknowledgement. Violet blinked her eyes open in time to find Arkady hovering over her, the mattress sinking a little deeper with their combined weight. She grasped Arkady's face in her hands. Ran her thumb over the short hairs around Arkady's ears. It was grounding, holding Arkady, in a way that made Violet feel uncomfortably selfish.

"Sorry," said Violet, "I was planning on showering before I swung by."

"Yeah, Liu, you're absolutely filthy from uh, spending all day talking to people. Really contaminating my room," teased Arkady, who then turned her head to press a slow kiss to Violet's left wrist.

"I could go shower now." Violet shifted her arm to give Arkady better access. "There's still time before dinner."

Arkady shook her head, and responded between kisses that made their way up (or was it down?) Violet's arm. "Well, you've already ruined the sheets. We shouldn't waste it."

[briankang]

🩷😙😚😘💜😲🫢🤭💙

[smutallyouwant]

Twice Fic World Chp.6

Overtime

Word Count: approx. 2k wordd

Jihyo and Sana x Reader

Boss Jihyo came back from the business trip she attended in two weeks. Mina was absent and you wonder why. You texted here earlier but didn't get a reply. You texted Chaeyoung too, but got nothing.

You finish your work early as usual and you just go around the office acting busy and passing time. Until you received a message. You're expecting a response from either Chae or Mina but the one that texted you was Sana.

You did not say that Mina was absent because you're expecting a reply from her and is thinking to just invite her to come.

15 minutes before your out time, Jiyo called you in her office. You came to her office immediately and she ordered you to lock her door.

" Hi boss, how's your trip? " You asked.

" It's fine Y/N and I told you, you should call me by my name or mommy when we're alone " she teased.

" Btw, did you have some fun with your fuck buddy here while I'm away? " she added.

" What? " You're startled.

You did not expect that she knows Sana and you just used the office to fuck.

" What do you mean what? I told you, I know that you have that kind of relationship with Mina. Have you forgotten? "

You sighed in relief that that's what she meant about that.

" Oh you mean that haha, we just do it sometimes "

" You liar, you're fucking everytime you got the chance " she teased before both of you laughed.

" She filed a leave for 3 days because she's going to visit her parents in their province "

" Ohhh " you muttured.

" Did you meet the temporary OIC when I was away? "

" Yes, Sana is so friendly to us " you responded.

" So why did you call me here?"

" What else? Mommy's boobs did not get any attention for a while don't you know? " She said before lowering her top revealing her boobs.

You wasted no time and you walked towards her to suckle on her tits while your other hand played with her other boob. She hugged your head pulling you closer that made you bite on her nipples gently.

" ugh fuck Y/N, I miss this so much baby keep on sucking mommy's tits "

She moaned softly as you tasted her sweat with a touch of her sweet scent. She grinds her legs together pleasuring her self, you put your hands to spread them and fingered her yourself. You removed her cycling and panties to play with her wet pussy. You gently play her clit and finger her with three of your fingers.

" Fuck you're so wet mommy "

" Yes baby, keep on fingering me like that "

Jihyo tightened her hug to your nape while her other hand was leaning on the table for leverage.

" Eat me Y/N, eat my pussy " Jihyo said.

You immediately complied and you lick her clit vigorously while finger fucking her. Her head bends backwards as she reaches climax with the intensity of your play.

" Ughhh fuckkk, I'm squirting! " She moaned.

You watched Jihyo squirts on the floor while she played with her tits herself pinching both of her nipples.

Jihyo pulled you into a deep wet kiss after squirting. You suckled into her tits again while Jihyo is busy unbuckling your pants.

" Fuck, I hope these babies have milk in them " you said before slapping Jihyo' s boob.

" Ughh " she moaned in response.

" Breed mommy then, so I can have milk for you " she added.

Without further ado, you positioned her dog style and pushed her to the table. You aligned your shaft to her pussy, and fucked her hard from the back. Jihyo has a slim waist but got thick ass, thighs and boobs making her a perfect fuck toy. The seams of her huge butt going up to her back is so hot, her sweat drips into the seams making her look so sexy.

" UGHHH FUCK, YES Y/N I MISSED YOU "

" FUCK ME DEEP " she moaned aggressively.

Her plump has bounced back and fourth, you grabbed your phone to film this wonderful sight. You remembered Sana' s text midway, and you replied to her that you have to cancel the plan and Mina is absent also. You keep your phone away so Jihyo won't notice that you filmed her.

" Fuckk Y/N keep going, I'm cumming again "

" Ughhhh !!!" Jihyo moaned while squirting.

" That's so good " you said.

Jihyo stood straight and kissed you from her back. You can see her sweat formed a mark to the table, as you're not finished, you carried her to the table and you inserted your dick again. Jihyo wrapped her arms around you while looking at you seductively. Her boobs bounced up and down and the table sounds echoed with both of your moans inside the room.

*rinngg

*ringgg

Jihyo's phone rang, both of you ignored it but it rang for the second time so Jihyo took her phone. She signaled you to be quiet but not stop, she pulled you to suck for her boobs while answering the phone.

" Hello? Yes... oh..hmm... Okay... "

She answered the phone while looking at you with a horny grin on her lips. You can tell how hard she tries to stop her moans. As soon as the call ended she threw her phone and started moaning again.

" Fuck I'm so horny, breed mommy "

" Finish inside mommy so I can give you milk okay?" she said while moaning.

" I'm cumming mommy " you said.

As soon as you said that, Jihyo pulled you for a kiss muffling your moans as you nutted inside her pussy.

" Fuck that was the best Y/N "

Jihyo said as semen flows out her pussy. Jihyo cleaned and showered in her office, and you groomed yourself in the men's comfort room. You two met in the hallway of the office.

" I have to hurry and meet a friend Y/N, I wanted to have more of you but I have to go " she said.

" It's alright Jihyo, I'm going to head home too " you responded.

" Unless you want to join? I'll treat it as your overtime " she added.

" But it's your friend, I don't want to be out of place "

" No I'm sure she's down for it too, come on " she said while pulling you be your wrist.

The two of you ride an Uber to a karaoke bar. The two of you head inside and Jihyo looks out to find her friend.

" Yes this is the one " she muttered.

You opened the curtain to a karaoke room and found Sana already drinking alone.

" Uhh... " Sana muttured.

The girl that you have said that you can't meet tonight was the one who called Jihyo because she doesn't want to be drinking alone, you just realized. Also, Jihyo doesn't know the relationship between the two of you. It turned out that she's surprised that you are coming along with Jihyo, but she cannot finish her words as she doesn't want Jihyo to think in any uncertain ways about the two of you.

" Oh Sana, I brought Y/N with me. I hope you don't mind, he's one of the team after all I know that you know each other in some sense " Jihyo said.

" Oh hi, Y/N from work I did not expect you to come with the boss but it's alright. We should have fun tonight " Sana said.

" Uhhh, yeah let's have fun tonight " you responded.

The three of you sang songs together while drinking and having some Korean barbeque. You can't help but stare at Sana's beautiful neck and shoulders while she drinks directly into the bottle. Her comfy jean shorts that show her smooth and thick thighs and her top revealing a little bit of her cleavage is so sexy.

" We should play a game " Sana said.

" Yeah, since we're in karaoke the one that scores the lowest should obey the two winners for tonight " Jihyo responded.

" That's great, let's start! " Sana excitedly said.

The three of you sang one song each, and you got the lowest score.

" Aww Y/N better lack next time " Jihyo teased you while po putting her arms on your shoulders.

" That's okay Y/N, you just have to obey both of your bosses as usual " Sana teased you too.

" Hahaha right! You just have to suck on my tits again! That's my command to you! " Jihyo said clearly in a drunk state.

You and Sana eyed each other and then looking at the drunk Jihyo.

" Heyy! You should obey me! Come here and suck these " Jihyo said.

She pulled her top down and pulled you to suckle on her tits. Jihyo leaned her back to the cushion sofa and you gently sucked on her boobs. Sana on the other hand queued another song and sang it while eyeing both of you.

" Ughh, that feels great Y/N " Jihyo whispered before falling asleep.

You noticed it and you fixed Jihyo's top immediately.

" Shit, I never knew I'd see my friend imposing her mommy kinks to you Y/N " Sana said.

" Hehehe, sorry that I said I can't come "

" It's alright, I can picture what happened already " Sana responded.

" Jihyo told me that she has a very good companion at the company that can satisfy her, and I knew that it was you from the first time that I saw you. I just confirmed it at the office hahaha" she added.

" Yeah, and you know about Mina too haha "

" Yes, that too. Jihyo said that you have a sex partner at work too. It so happened that I'm actually attracted to girls too so I invited her over to the office too.

" Btw the way, let's go to my place " Sana said.

" How about Jihyo? " You asked.

" You'd carry her to the uber and to my home, that's my order " Sana said.

Sana booked an Uber and you carried Jihyo inside the car and into Sana's condo. As you entered her home, she guided you to her bedroom and asked you to put Jihyo there.

" Whooo, Jihyo is not that heavy but it's still hard work " you said as you sit down on her bed.

Sana locked the door and she looked at you fiercely. Sana leaned over bending her body revealing the whole of her cleavage in front of your face. Her drunk horny face and her scent mixed with alcohol is so hot that you can't help but be addicted with it. Sana kissed your lips gently with pecks and subtle bites. You pulled her and sat her on top of you. Both of you made out and clearly drunk on each other's saliva. Sana took off her bottom, and your pants and quickly inserted your cock into her wet pussy.

" Ughh, I've been wet for you since we're singing earlier " Sana moaned.

You palmed her face as she rides your cock.

" Don't be too noisy, Jihyo might be awake " you said.

" ughhh, ughhh ugh, " Sana moaned and didn't hear you at all.

" Shit I'm so horny Y/N, I'm cumming already UGHH! "

Sana hugged your neck as she climaxed on your dick while gently shivering. She then stood up after a minute and laid on the bed signaling you to come on top of her. You obliged and fucked her missionary and not having a care of Jihyo taking a sleep besides both of you. The two of you are so focused on pleasuring each other' s sex desire that you did not notice Jihyo turning her head and looking at both of you fucking each other.

Jihyo's POV

Inside voice:

" Ugh my head hurts, where am I "

( kissing sounds )

" I've been wet for you since we're singing earlier "

" That's Sana, and is she making out with someone ? I'm in her house? Why is she doing this besides me?"

( bed started to move )

" Shit is she fucking someone? "

" Don't be too loud, Jihyo might be awake "

" ugh ughh, ugh, I'm so horny Y/N, I'm cumming already UGHH! "

" Fuck, she's fucking with Y/N? How did this happen. It's turning me on so bad"

Jihyo teased her nipples while listening to Sana and you fucking.

" Fuck, I want to do it too "

" Should I take a look? "

End of Jihyo's POV

" How could you fuck behind me? " Jihyo said.

" Ughh, I've been waiting for you to be awake " Sana said with a smile.

Sana took off her top revealing her perky tits.

" Come here Jihyo, let me suck in my mommy's tits too " Sana calmly said.

Jihyo instinctively palmed Sana's face while she pulled off her top to let Sana suckle on her tits. Jihyo looks at you with a seductive face while you fuck Sana who's sucking on Jihyo.

" Shit, this just looks like a dream. It's like both of you do this all the time " you said.

" No, we've never done this before " Jihyo said.

Sana popped Jihyo's boob causing Jihyo to squeal in pleasure.

" We never shared a man before, but you can say that we shared pleasure with each other before. When we were in college being the curious girls that we are, I asked Jihyo if I could see her boobs because it's too big for our age. I am a lover of beautiful girls with a sexy body, I tried to suckle on it inside the locker room of the school " Sana said.

Jihyo looked embarrassed but is so horny that she never stopped playing and pinching her boobs and nipples while watching the two of you fuck.

" And.. ughh, fuck so deep. Keep fucking me. " Sana said while signalling Jihyo to suck her boobs as well before continuing the story.

" From then, Jihyo discovered her kink and we will go to her house and do a so-called project just for me to suck on her tits the whole time. Sucking my beautiful best friend's boobs is enough to pleasure me. But when she had a boyfriend and kept telling me stories of how they pleasures her and fucked her, I began being curious too. And I discovered that I like both beautiful women and men that could satisfy my thirst for sex"

" I'm so happy right now, that a man I like and my beautiful friend are with me and are pleasuring each other right now " Sana added.

Jihyo took Sana' s lips and made out with her.

" You're beautiful too, Sana " Jihyo exclaimed.

" I'm not sure about how I feel about you at that time, but I definitely like you more than my boyfriend. It's just that I want to have sex with a dick that I stayed on with a boyfriend" Jihyo added.

" You can be both my girlfriend" You exclaimed.

You then joined both of them in kissing each other's mouth.

" I'm cumming inside you, Sana "

" Yeshhh, cumm inshide me "

" Ughhhhh!! " Both of you moaned in unison.

The three of you stayed there for a moment before laying with each other down on the bed with you in the middle.

" We won earlier right? " Jihyo said.

" Yes you do " you responded.

" Then be our boyfriend tonight " Jihyo said.

With the scent of alcohol and the seductive mood engulfed in the room, the three of you started kissing each other's body and touching. Jihyo started to give you a blowjob while Sana sucked on your nipples simultaneously.

" Hey, can you two fulfill my horny imagination? " Jihyo shyly asked.

" Of course we do, we should pleasure each other to extreme tonight " you responded.

Jihyo then asked you to fuck her while sucking on her boobs while Sana sucks into the other boobs and fingering her clit at the same time. Jihyo said that she wonders how it feels to be stimulated to all of her sensitive areas. Her pussy, clit, and both of her boobs. She always thought of two people sucking both of her boobs, she said.

" UGHHHH FUCKKM, FUCK STOP ITS SO OVERSTIMULATING" She pleaded.

Both of you did not stop before Jihyo reached her limit and started squirting and trembling vigorously as Sana played her clit. Jihyo limped like a vegetable on the bed with a smile on her face.

" Common Y/N, I'm not done yet. It's my turn " Sana said before pulling you into fucking her missionary.

" You like this position a lot huh? " You said.

" Yes, this way I can clearly see your face and your body " Sana responded.

" Ughhh, fuck I'm cumming "

" Yes I'm cumming too, Y/N. Give it to Jihyo you came inside me earlier " Sana said.

Sana squirted and squealed as you pulled your dick out. She continued to play her clit to continue her squirting. Jihyo on the other hand was surprised by your load exploding on her tits and face.

Jihyo fell asleep after Sana cleaned her off. You and Sana ended up fucking again on her balcony before you left and went home.

The day went and you're late for work today. Jihyo called you in her office and you said you're sorry to be late today.

" It's alright Y/N you had a great overtime last time after all. I hope you're satisfied with your overtime pay "

[tae]

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[nr1chaedickrider]

I can only be me when i'm by your side - i'm not a monster.

As time passes recovering, you've seemed to found your place in Jihyo's arms.

cw: fluff, smut, angst, petnames, virgin!reader, sweet girl!jihyo, popular but not so popular!jihyo, basketball player!jihyo, both are 18 but they are students, mentions of death, drunk confessions, they fall in love pretty fast, lwk rushed, lmk if there is more ^_^, ~ 4k words

if you're thinking "hm! i read this fic somewhere... yes! its my heeseung fic from my bg blog @adorwoo ! which i wanted to use for jihyo !^_^ hope you enjoy anyway.

men dni.

It's not your fault.

It's not your fault.

It's not your fault.

It's not your...

Is it really?

The rain beats down on your black umbrella, the lines from Dahyun's letter playing over and over in your head. It feels like you're trapped in a vicious cycle, not being able to think of anything else.

But why?

Why didn't she tell you?

Were all those conversations about the mutual trust between you two a lie? Was it just talk to keep you from worrying?

If someone had told you a week ago that you had to be at her funeral because she had killed herself, you would have laughed at that person. Dahyun was always the happiest person you've ever met.

Even if you had been told that a day ago, you wouldn't have believed it. Because in theory, it's the stupidest thing you've ever heard.

In his letter, she wrote about how much she loved you, how she enjoyed every minute and every moment with you, how it's not your fault that she's not here anymore.

She's probably right, not just probably. She's right, and you know it. But you can't stop blaming yourself. Someone has to take the blame. Someone is responsible.

You could have helped her.

You should have helped her.

Tears run down your cheeks as you stare at her grave. Her family, her friends, they are all gone. You stand here alone, not daring to leave.

'Kim Dahyun

Born on may 28, 1998.

A friend, daughter and lover.

She will continue to live in our souls.'

It feels like your eyes are glued to the writing, you can't look away. You try to regulate your breathing, taking a deep breath.

A sigh leaves your mouth as you place the white rose next to the gravestone.

You take one last look at her grave before turning and slowly walking away.

-

"I'm Y/n, nice to meet you all."

You look at the students in front of you, all of them giving you strange looks. Of course, you are a new student, but you feel uncomfortable under their gaze. The teacher smiles at you and tells you where to sit, next to a girl called Mina.

It's as if everyone has forgotten about you again as the teacher starts teaching. You sit down next to Mina and she smiles at you.

"Nice to meet you," she whispers. You smile at her.

You can't talk to her for long because she starts taking notes for the lesson. You look around at the faces of the others. It actually looks like a normal class, but your eyes land on a girl.

She looks shorter than you, her hair is brown as well as her eyes. She's wearing a white t-shirt.

"Have you laid your eye on someone?" asks Mina, laughing a little.

"No!" you answer, a little too loudly, and you put your head on the table as a few people look at you. "I was just looking at her," you whisper.

"Yeah yeah... that's what they all say" she says.

You slowly lose yourself in your thoughts as memories of Dahyun come flooding back.

Should you even look at other girls? Is it bad?

Would Dahyun hate you for trying to find love again?

It's been more than two months since she died, but you can't stop thinking about her.

Maybe it's normal, your behavior. Your overthinking of everything, maybe you're not the only person who feels this way? Maybe there is someone else who is just as lost in their thoughts as you are.

Maybe you are simply not alone.

However, your thoughts are interrupted by the bell and Mina.

"I can show you a few things here at school if you want," she suggests, and you gratefully accept her help.

You spend the whole lunch break running after her while she shows you around.

"Why did you change schools anyway? Your old one is a pretty well-known one, and much better than here," she asks, before taking a bite of her sandwich.

The question makes you wonder, and you think about whether you should just lie to her and say that you moved, or that you were somehow bullied at your school - but somehow it feels wrong. Because you neither moved nor were you bullied. No, everything was actually fine.

Actually,

Somehow everything changed after her death.

Your classmates started looking at you funny, and you still don't know whether they are looks of pity or looks of condemnation because they blame you.

"I don't know" is your answer, and somehow it's true. Sometimes you really have no idea why you changed schools, but Mina doesn't need to know the whole truth.

She just nods in response as she continues to eat.

"The girl you were looking at in English, her name is Jihyo by the way" she says.

What?

"Why are you telling me this?" you ask.

"Because you were staring at her a lot - you looked really interested in her" she replies with a little grin.

"How many times do I have to tell you, I wasn't staring at her..." you laugh a little, but can't hide your despair. Why does she think you're interested in her?

-

"Watch out!" someone shouts, but before you can react, a basketball hits you.

You fall to the floor, your head hurts and you feel slightly dizzy as you slowly open your eyes.

The girl from your English class is kneeling on the floor in front of you, looking at you, trying to see if you're okay.

It's like a cliché high school movie.

"Are you okay?" she asks, a couple of other girls come over, but she just tells them to get something to cool off and shoos them away.

The things that can happen when you want to visit the gym...

You nod slowly, after a few blinks your vision is no longer blurry.

Another girl comes back and hands Jihyo a cold pack.

"Here, take this," she says and puts it in your hand, her hand on your shoulder to support you.

You hold it to your head, biting the inside of your cheek slightly from the cold.

Before she can say anything else, she is called by his coach, at the same moment Mina comes to you.

"I was looking for you," she says and helps you up.

You watch Jihyo jogging across the field before you leave the gym.

-

New week, new luck?

Every day you tried desperately to talk to Jihyo somehow, but suddenly she was always gone after class and you were never put in a group together.

But it looks like luck is on your side for once.

"Here's the list of groups, you have to give a presentation in pairs on a play of your choice," your English teacher announces.

You look at the picture projected on the wall.

Chaeyoung and Mina,

Sana and Miyeon,

Jihyo and Y/n,

Jeongyeon and...

Wait, what?

You read the list again and once more you see your name and Jihyo's name next to each other.

"Jihyo and Y/n," you say quietly.

"Are you happy?" Mina asks teasingly with a grin on her lips.

"Are you happy that you have to work with Chaeyoung?" you ask back - Mina doesn't answer.

Before your teacher can give you any more homework for the break, the school bell rings and everyone rushes out of the classroom.

You walk (or rather, run) to Jihyo who is packing her things away.

"Hey, I was wondering when we should meet," you say, and she looks up at you and smiles. You feel your cheeks turning red.

She puts on his backpack and stands up.

"How about Friday afternoon? My place?" she suggests and you nod.

She takes a pen from her pocket, "Give me your hand," she says, you are confused but do it anyway.

She opens the pen with her mouth, the cap between her teeth as she gently writes on your hand.

Her phone number.

It feels like she's giving you an autograph.

"Text me and I'll send you my address," she says, and before you can answer, she walks out of the room.

You look down at your hand and see a little smiley face next to her number.

You can't help but giggle as you look at it.

-

You stare at your phone - up to her front door and back down to your phone.

You are 10 minutes early and don't dare to ring the doorbell.

"You know you can just ring the bell?" someone asks you, you look up and see Jihyo smiling at you.

"I'm early, that's why-"

"Not a problem," she interrupts you.

She lets you in and closes the door behind her.

Her house is beautiful, modern and yet somehow old-fashioned.

"My parents aren't here, so I thought we could study in the living room," she says, and you nod, leaning your backpack against the table.

"Water?" she asks and you take it gratefully.

You drink a little before she sits down across from you.

You both leaf through the books, take notes, talk briefly about certain passages, but otherwise no one says anything.

Jihyo decides to break the awkward atmosphere.

"I wanted to apologize again, for the basketball," she says, and you laugh a little.

"You don't have to apologize, things like that can happen," you reply.

"Have you ever had a girlfriend?" she asks, and instead of answering, you are completely silent, thinking.

Memories of Dahyun come back while Jihyo looks at you and waits for your answer.

"Yes, I did, but she died a few months ago," you answer.

She nods slightly, "Can I ask how he died?" she asks in a quiet, polite tone, as if she really wants to make sure that she's asking something that doesn't hurt you in any way.

"Suicide," you say, short and meager, without many details (whether you know many details at all is another question).

She looks at you with a supportive look, one that makes you feel like she's really listening and that she really understands you.

Maybe she understands you even more than you think?

She puts her hand on yours with a slight smile.

"Thank you for confiding in me," she says, your cheeks slightly flushed, hers too.

You both look at each other for a moment before she lets go and you both go back to work.

-

If only the work had gone on for longer.

After the one meeting, you saw her every day of the vacation. Always with the excuse that you supposedly "need to add something" (does going to the movies together add something to your project?).

It's been more than a week since you first met.

"You're in love," Mina says as she parks her car in front of Jihyo's house.

"I-"

"Don't even try to find an excuse, it's all good" she replies with a small grin.

You both get out of the car and walk to her house, the music so loud you can hear it several meters away.

How Jihyo, who is slightly drunk, hears the doorbell is also a mystery to you.

"Hey guys!" she greets you, she shakes Mina's hand and gives her a kind of high five, she gives you a hug.

You smile at her as the three of you walk into the living room.

"I'm going to Chaeyoung," Mina whispers, or rather shouts, in your ear before disappearing.

"Y/n, do you want to play a drinking game with us?" asks Jihyo, you nod.

Maybe it was a stupid decision.

Jihyo and her friends (of whom you only know Jeongyeon) only understand drinking games to mean taking shots and asking stupid questions.

Either answer - or drink.

You always chose the second option.

After about 7 questions (maybe more, maybe less - you lost count of that pretty fast) you get up and say that you need some fresh air.

Since you've been to her house several times, you know where the upstairs balcony is.

It's quite big, with a parasol and two folding chairs. You sit down on one and close your eyes, your head throbs a little.

"Are you okay?" someone asks after a few minutes.

To your surprise (not really a surprise), Jihyo stands next to you before sitting down on the chair to your right.

"Yeah, it's just the alcohol," you say.

You and alcohol, not really a good combination.

Especially not when you're sitting next to the girl you're in love with.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" you ask out of nowhere.

She shakes his head, "I thought it was obvious" she says and laughs a little.

"I love you" you confess.

She turns to you, but before he can answer anything, you keep talking.

"I know we haven't known each other that long... a month?? more? less? but-... I just have this feeling with you that I only used to have with her"

"I thought I'd never feel it again," you say, a tear running down your cheek.

Jihyo looks at you, her eyes slightly watery.

Is she crying too?

"Y/n" she says, interrupting your continued rambling.

She gets up, kneels down in front of your chair, and -

kisses you.

Her soft lips on yours.

She pulls away after just a few seconds and you already feel like you miss her lips.

"I love you too Y/n" she says softly.

You look at her in amazement.

"Really?" you ask.

"That's why I asked if you had a girlfriend" now it all makes so much more sense.

She pulls you up and takes you to the guest room. She tries to lay you down on the bed but you pull her with you and she falls on top of you.

You both stare at each other and laugh a little.

"You're drunk, get some rest," she says, kissing your forehead.

"I'll be here when you wake up"

-

And she really is next to you when you wake up.

"Good morning..." you groan as you rub your eyes.

She smiles at you, "good morning" she says, from the look on her face you suspect she woke up just a few minutes before you.

You pull her closer to you by her collar and kiss her, she kisses you back while her hand is on your cheek.

The kiss is just perfect, gentle, slow, a perfect way to start his morning.

But it can also be perfect in another way.

It gets warmer under the covers as you continue kissing, she kisses down your jaw to your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses on it. You can't help but rub your thighs together a little.

"What about the others?" you ask.

"I kicked them out yesterday after you fell asleep" she says, continuing to kiss your neck, even nibbling on it, making you let out soft moans.

"Jihyo, I think you should know that I am a virgin" you say, your cheeks heating up a little in embarrassment.

She giggles a little, kissing you on the lips again.

"Nothing to be embarrassed about baby" she replies with a smile.

She gets on top of you, continuing to kiss you.

You think kissing Jihyo is the best thing in the world.

Her hands trail over your body, giving you a soft squeeze here and there.

"Can I?" she asks, her hand playing with the buttons on your pants.

"Please" you answer with a smile.

She complies and opens them, pulling off your pants and leaving you in your underwear.

You sit up a little, your hands on her waist, feeling up her muscles, especially her abs.

"Want me to take it off?" she asks, you nod.

She pulls off her shirt over her head, dropping it somewhere on the floor.

Your finger trails up his stomach to her bra, looking at her like she is a work of art (she definetly is one).

"Done admiring me?" she asks with a teasing grin, to which you reply "never".

She leans down again, kissing your face as she starts to trail them down till he arrives at the waistband of your underwear.

"Can I?" she asks again, "yes" you answer, already out of breath.

She takes your underwear off, her hands placed on your thighs as she leaves kisses everywhere.

You can definetly tell that she has a thing for kissing.

When she places a kiss right on your clit though, you let out a small moan.

She begins licking and sucking on it, making you grab her hair with your hands as your fingers curl deeper into her scalp, leaving a delicious burn.

She drags her tongue down as she circles your core, slowly entering it a little.

You let out more moans as you turn your head to the side, moaning into the pillow.

Her tongue feels so good when you realise that you are closer and closer to your climax.

"Jihyo- I think I'm gonna-"

"Let it out princess" she mumbles against your core, the vibrations of her voice stimulating you even more as you cum into her mouth.

She smiles at you as he sits up, watching you coming down from your high.

You smile back at him as your cheeks turn red again.

"Can I?" she asks, her fingers trailing down your soft skin as her nails scratch you a little.

You look at her hand, a few veins poking out, her fingers thin but long.

You look at her again, nodding.

You pulled her closer as she rubs your clit with her fingers, you suck in your breath as she slowly pushes them in, the little stretch burning in a way that makes you even hornier.

She slips them in completly, you let out a moan in response. She takes your hand with her free one as your fingers intertwine.

She starts to slowly thrust into you, kissing you again as her tongue explores your mouth.

"You're so tight baby.." she mumbles into your mouth.

You can't help but let out louder moans when she starts to speed up a little.

Her fingers drive you crazy, it feels like she is everywhere, you feel her everywhere in your body as she exits and enters you.

"P-please jihyo- faster" you moan out, and who would she be if she wouldn't listen to your wishes?

She speeds up her thrusts, kissing down your neck again as her hot breath hits your skin.

Your hand grips the pillow your hand is laying on, moaning against your arm as you can feel Jihyo curling her fingers.

She thrusts into you again before you moan loudly, cumming as your thighs close around her wrist, panting heavily as she lets herself fall onto the spot next to you.

You both stare at the ceiling, the only sounds the heavy breathing from you.

You move her hand to yours and intertwine your fingers. She moves her head to the side to look at you, smiling.

You think seeing her smiling is something you can never get enough of.

-

Idiots in love, thats how you two can be described.

The next few months were full of love. Kisses here, kisses there. It didn't even have to be sexual, no, it was always romantic, no matter what you did together.

After a few months, she gave you a ring.

"One day I'll buy you an expensive, real diamond ring and ask you to marry me," she said, and since then you've both worn the matching rings without taking them off once.

If only it had stayed that way.

It's late at night, you're lying in bed reading a book when you get a message.

"I love you,

I'm sorry" - from Jihyo.

You sit up and stare at your cell phone.

"What's wrong?" you type and send the message, she replies,

"I can't take it anymore"

She can't take it anymore?

You feel a twinge in your head as you suddenly realize something.

It's too similar to Dahyun's goodbye.

"I can't live in this world anymore" she wrote in her text.

You look at her location, and without hesitation you walk, no - storm out of your apartment and run to her.

She's not far away, a bridge situated over a river only 5 minutes away, and you think you've never been so grateful for anything.

You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to see anything while your clothes get wetter and wetter, the rain completly drenches you.

Again it feels like a cliché love drama.

Only maybe this time you have the chance to have a happy ending.

Your legs are burning from all the running as you arrive on the bridge.

"Jihyo!" you shout, the rain pattering loudly on the asphalt, forcing you to shout even louder for her.

Her bike is right next to her, one leg over the railing, her hands gripping it tightly, as if she's...

Scared?

"Y/n?" she answers, her voice low and shaky.

"Please..." you say as you walk slowly towards her.

She doesn't stop you when you take her hand in yours.

"Why didn't you tell me?" you ask, she looks at you as a tear runs down her cheek.

"I-... I didn't want you to worry. I thought this feeling would go away if I didn't talk to anyone about it," she says.

Whether your face is wet from the rain or your tears, you don't know.

"Believe me, you have to talk to me, then it will get better," you say.

Her face comes closer to yours and, without answering, she kisses you.

You kiss her back, try to grab her so you can hold her closer - but she lets go.

Completely.

You slowly open your eyes, afraid of what you will see - but you see nothing.

No one.

The rain completely overwhelms you.

"No..." you whisper, looking down on the floor and picking up something shiny.

Her ring.

You look out over the railing and see the water turning slightly red.

It feels like you're trapped in a vicious circle, like you'll never find peace again.

You are trapped, with no way out.

-

While other people find the rain soothing, you find it to be more like torture.

While other people would stay indoors in weather like this, you're outside again.

Again in front of a grave.

But this time it's Jihyo's.

Everything feels too similar and you hate it more than anything.

"It's not your fault" is a sentence you started to hate.

You hoped so much that you would never have to hear or read it again.

"Why didn't you talk to me..." you whisper, as if she could hear you.

Your hand clutches the letter, it slowly getting soaked by the rain.

You don't dare to move.

"You knew what happened..."

All time does is passing -

"Why did you hide it from me..." Your voice is full of despair.

And all you ever do is grieve.

"Life without you is no way to live" the white flower falls on his grave -

just like her ring,

engraved with your name.

She helped you recover from Dahyun's death.

You just wish you wouldn't have to recover over her death alone now.

In another universe, you've seemed to found your place in Jihyo's arms.

In this universe, you're left alone,

again.

[pink-vacancy]

Mina, Jihyo and Sana in their halftime show practice fits

[atlasthegreatest]

Operation: Sweet Serenade / Sana Minatozaki x Gender Neutral! Reader

Sana Minatozaki finds herself smitten with Y/n Choi, a talented freelance photographer, and her members are quick to notice. Determined to help their lovestruck friend, the girls devise a playful plan to encourage Sana to confess her feelings.

Word count: 2817

A/n: This chapter was inspired by “Fancy” by Twice.

Sana had it bad.

It wasn’t just a passing interest or a fleeting attraction. No, this was a full-blown, heart-racing, butterflies-in-the-stomach, can’t-stop-thinking-about-her crush. And the worst part? The person she couldn’t stop thinking about was entirely out of her world—a professional photographer named Y/n Choi.

They’d met two months ago at a fashion magazine shoot for TWICE, where Y/n had been the lead photographer. From the moment Y/n adjusted the lens of their camera, flashing Sana a quick smile between shots, Sana felt her heart stumble over itself. Y/n was cool, confident, and effortlessly charming—everything Sana wasn’t when she got nervous. And Sana, for the first time in forever, found herself completely tongue-tied in front of someone.

Since then, every photo shoot and run-in with Y/n only made the crush worse. She couldn’t get Y/n out of her head—their sharp jawline, the way they looked with a camera in hand, and most dangerously, the way their eyes crinkled slightly when they smiled.

And now, her members had figured it out.

——————-

Sana sat cross-legged on the dorm’s couch, absently scrolling through her phone. She thought she was being subtle about checking Y/n’s Instagram for the tenth time that week—until Nayeon plopped down next to her, grinning as she’d just uncovered the world’s greatest secret.

“You’ve got that look again,” Nayeon teased, nudging Sana’s side.

Sana tried (and failed) to act nonchalantly. “What look?”

“You're crushing so hard you’re practically vibrating.” Nayeon leaned over to glance at Sana’s phone. “Is that Y/n’s Instagram again?”

Sana groaned, flipping her phone facedown on the couch. “I’m doomed.”

Within minutes, the rest of the TWICE members had gathered around, sensing the opportunity for some harmless meddling. Momo perched on the arm of the couch, grinning mischievously, while Jihyo stood with her arms crossed, clearly amused by the situation.

“Alright, spill,” Jeongyeon said, sliding onto the couch across from Sana. “What’s the deal with you and the photographer?”

“There’s no deal,” Sana muttered, burying her face in a throw pillow. “Just a hopeless crush.”

“Oh please,” Chaeyoung snorted. “We’ve seen the way you act around them, unnie. You get all blushy and weird.”

Tzuyu tilted her head thoughtfully. “It’s true. You do get… strange.”

Sana groaned into the pillow. “I’m never telling them. They're too cool, and I’m… me.”

“You’re Sana freaking Minatozaki,” Nayeon declared, throwing an arm over Sana’s shoulder. “You’ve got this.”

“I don’t got this,” Sana replied, voice muffled by the pillow.

“Well, good thing we’re here to help,” Momo chirped, clapping her hands together like she’d just hatched a brilliant plan.

———————

The plan, as it turned out, was a chaotic mix of bad ideas, awkward rehearsals, and way too much encouragement.

“Just tell them, ‘I think you’re cool, and I like you,’” Chaeyoung suggested, lounging upside-down on the couch.

“That’s terrible advice,” Jihyo shot back. “It sounds too casual! You need to be more direct.”

“How about a compliment?” Mina added gently. “Say something specific, like how talented they are with their photography.”

Sana stared at them, wide-eyed. “You all sound way too confident about this.”

“We’re professionals,” Nayeon said, flipping her hair dramatically. “Now, let’s practice. Pretend I’m Y/n.”

Sana flushed. “I can’t—”

“You can,” Nayeon insisted. “Come on, Sana. Say it.”

With a sigh, Sana took a deep breath. “Okay. Um… Y/n, I think you’re really talented, and I—”

“You like them.” Momo interrupted, beaming.

Sana threw a pillow at her. “You’re not helping!”

Jeongyeon leaned back, grinning. “This is a disaster.”

Despite the teasing, Sana couldn’t deny that the support from her members made her feel a little braver. Maybe, just maybe, she could actually do this.

———————

A week later, Sana found herself standing outside a cozy café where Y/n had agreed to meet her. Her heart pounded so hard she was convinced it might burst right out of her chest.

The Twice girls had all sent her texts of encouragement before she left:

Jihyo: You’ve got this. Just be honest.

Momo: Worst case scenario, I’ll date you instead ;).

Chaeyoung: Go get her, tiger!

Nayeon: Make sure you kiss her!

Jeongyeon: 👍

Sana laughed nervously, clutching her phone before slipping it into her pocket. She inhaled deeply, stepped through the café door, and spotted Y/n sitting by the window.

Y/n looked up from their phone and smiled—a warm, effortless smile that made Sana’s knees feel wobbly.

“Hey, Sana,” Y/n greeted. “You okay? You look… nervous.”

Sana laughed awkwardly, sliding into the seat across from her. “Yeah, I’m good. Just… uh, something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

Y/n arched an eyebrow, their gaze curious but kind. “What is it?”

Sana took a deep breath, her members’ voices echoing in her mind: You’ve got this. Just be honest.

“Okay, so…” She fiddled with the edge of her sleeve. “I just wanted to say that I think you’re really talented. Your photography is amazing, and… well, I really like being around you. Actually, I… really like you.”

The words tumbled out in a nervous rush, and Sana braced herself for awkward silence or polite rejection. But instead, Y/n’s smile widened, soft and genuine.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that,” Y/n said, her eyes twinkling.

Sana blinked. “Wait… what?”

Y/n laughed, reaching across the table to take Sana’s hand. “I like you too, Sana. I thought you’d never make a move.”

Sana felt like her heart was soaring. Relief, joy, and disbelief flooded her all at once. “Really?”

“Really,” Y/n said, squeezing her hand gently. “I’ve been hoping for this for a while.”

Sana could hardly believe her luck. She’d done it. She’d actually done it—and the answer was more wonderful than she’d ever imagined.

———————

Later that night, Sana burst through the dorm door, grinning from ear to ear.

“Well?” Nayeon asked eagerly, bouncing on the couch. “How did it go?”

Sana beamed. “They said yes.”

The room erupted into cheers, with Momo and Chaeyoung high-fiving each other and Jihyo pulling Sana into a tight hug.

“I told you!” Nayeon crowed, ruffling Sana’s hair. “I knew you had it in you!”

Tzuyu smirked. “Guess we won’t have to stage another intervention.”

Sana laughed, her heart full and light. She’d never felt this happy, and it was all thanks to a little courage—and a lot of love from the people who believed in her.

That night, as she lay in bed scrolling through her messages with Y/n, a new thought struck her.

Maybe love was scary. But when it was real, it was always worth the risk.

——————

The days following Sana’s confession felt like a dream she didn’t want to wake up from. Y/n texted her constantly, sending good morning messages, random memes, and candid photos they’d taken throughout the day—each one making Sana’s heart flutter. Their first official date was just around the corner, and she hadn’t stopped thinking about it.

But in typical Twice fashion, there was no way her members were going to let her navigate this blossoming romance on her own.

Sana was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping her morning coffee when Momo and Chaeyoung barged in like women on a mission.

“So, when’s the first date?” Momo asked, leaning over the table with a mischievous grin.

“Tomorrow,” Sana mumbled, suddenly feeling shy.

“And what’s the plan, unnie?” Chaeyoung added, pulling up a chair across from her.

“Uh… Dinner and a walk by the Han River.”

Momo gasped in mock horror. “A walk by the river? That’s so cliché.”

“It’s romantic!” Sana protested, pouting.

“It’s only romantic if you know how to keep things from getting awkward,” Nayeon chimed in, entering the kitchen with Tzuyu in tow.

Sana shot her a glare. “I can handle it.”

“Can you, though, unnie?” Tzuyu teased with a small smirk. “Because you’ve been giggling at their texts like a teenager for days.”

Jihyo joined them at the table, already in full leader mode. “Alright, Sana. You need a foolproof game plan.”

“You guys are impossible,” Sana muttered, but her heart swelled with affection for them.

Jeongyeon came in last, sitting down with a serious expression. “We’ll help you practice. If it goes wrong, you’re going to look back and cringe forever.”

Sana’s head hit the table with a soft thud. “Why do I feel more stressed about this date than any of our performances?”

That evening, the girls decided to run a full rehearsal.

“Okay,” Nayeon announced, taking her role as “Y/n” far too seriously. She folded her arms and gave Sana an exaggeratedly cool look. “So you’ve finished dinner. Now what do you say?”

Sana, flushed and flustered, tried to keep a straight face. “Um… so, do you like… rivers?”

The room erupted in laughter.

“Oh my god, Sana,” Jeongyeon wheezed, clutching her stomach. “That was terrible.”

Chaeyoung doubled over, wiping tears from her eyes. “I knew this would happen!”

Mina smiled softly, trying to be the voice of reason. “You just need to relax. Be yourself.”

“But not too much yourself,” Tzuyu added with a teasing grin.

“Okay, okay,” Jihyo said, clapping her hands to get everyone back on track. “Focus, everyone. Let’s try that again.”

Momo sat down beside Sana, patting her on the back. “Don’t worry. You’ll be fine. Just… maybe don’t talk about rivers.”

Sana groaned, burying her face in her hands. “I’m doomed.”

———————-

The next evening, Sana found herself standing outside a small restaurant, waiting for Y/n. Her heart was racing, but this time, it wasn’t out of fear—it was pure excitement.

When Y/n arrived, they looked effortlessly stunning in a casual black coat, their camera slung over one shoulder. “Hey,” they greeted with that smile that made Sana feel like melting. “You look amazing.”

Sana felt her cheeks heat up. “Thanks. You too.”

Dinner went better than Sana could have hoped. Conversation flowed easily— Y/n told stories from their latest projects, and Sana shared funny Twice anecdotes (carefully avoiding anything too embarrassing). For the first time in a while, Sana felt completely at ease.

After dinner, they strolled along the Han River, the city lights glittering on the water’s surface. Sana glanced at Y/n from the corner of her eye, wondering if now was the right time to say something more.

“You seem nervous,” Y/n observed gently.

Sana smiled, biting her lip. “A little.”

“Why?”

“Because…” Sana hesitated, then decided to go for it. “I really like you, Y/n. And I’ve never done this before—liked someone this much, I mean.”

Y/n stopped walking and turned to face her, the cool night breeze brushing against them. “I like you too, Sana.”

And just like that, the tension melted away. Y/n stepped closer, gently tucking a loose strand of Sana’s hair behind her ear.

“You’re really cute when you’re nervous,” Y/n said softly.

Before Sana could reply, Y/n leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her lips. Time seemed to stop for a moment, and all Sana could feel was the warmth of Y/n’s lips against hers.

When they finally pulled away, Sana’s heart was pounding, but she couldn’t stop smiling.

“So,” Y/n said with a playful grin, “how do you feel about rivers now?”

Sana laughed, the sound light and carefree. “Still romantic,” she whispered, before kissing them again.

———————

Sana floated into the Twice dorm later that night, practically glowing. As soon as she walked through the door, the members swarmed her, demanding details.

“How did it go?!” Nayeon asked, eyes wide with excitement.

Sana grinned, flopping onto the couch. “It was perfect.”

“Did you kiss?” Momo asked eagerly.

Sana covered her burning face with her hands but couldn’t help the giggle that escaped. “Yes.”

The room exploded into cheers, with Chaeyoung and Tzuyu high-fiving each other and Jihyo pulling Sana into a celebratory hug.

“I told you!” Nayeon said triumphantly. “We knew you could do it.”

Jeongyeon smirked. “And you didn’t even talk about rivers.”

Sana laughed, her heart overflowing with gratitude. She had the best friends in the world, and now, she also had someone special to share her heart with.

——————

Weeks had passed since Sana’s first date with Y/n, and the relationship was now in full bloom. Y/n fit into Sana’s world effortlessly, and even the other Twice members had grown fond of them—though they never stopped teasing Sana about her nervous confession.

But dating while being one of the busiest K-pop idols on the planet wasn’t exactly simple. With Twice’s packed schedules and Y/n’s freelance assignments, the couple had to steal moments whenever they could—secret coffee dates, late-night phone calls, and, sometimes, quick meet-ups between shoots. It wasn’t perfect, but it was theirs.

One morning Twice was scheduled to perform on a popular music show. Sana was running through her choreography for “Fancy” in the dressing room when the door suddenly swung open, and a staff member poked their head in.

“Sana, someone’s here to see you.”

Before she could react, Y/n walked in, a bright smile lighting up their face. They wore their usual black jeans and leather jacket, with their camera bag slung over their shoulder.

“Y/n!” Sana gasped, completely caught off guard. “What are you doing here?”

“Surprise,” Y/n said, casually leaning against the doorframe. “I’m working on a behind-the-scenes photo series today. “Thought I’d drop by early.”

Sana’s heart skipped a beat, excitement bubbling inside her. “You’re going to be here the whole day?”

Y/n grinned. “Yup. You okay with that, superstar?”

Sana could barely contain her smile. “More than okay.”

The moment was interrupted by Nayeon’s voice from behind. “Is that Y/n I hear?”

The rest of the girls swarmed in, looking between Sana and Y/n with knowing grins.

“Look who decided to visit,” Jeongyeon teased. “You two just can’t stay apart, can you?”

Y/n chuckled, their gaze flickering toward Sana. “What can I say? I missed her.”

Sana’s face flushed bright red.

——————

The hours passed quickly, with the Twice members running through rehearsals and Y/n snapping candid photos. Y/n had a talent for capturing the girls in moments of pure joy and focus—whether it was Momo busting out silly dance moves or Mina quietly tying her shoelaces backstage.

During breaks, Y/n and Sana managed to sneak a few moments together. Sitting on a quiet corner of the set, Sana leaned against Y/n’s shoulder, relishing the rare peace in their otherwise chaotic day.

“This feels nice,” Sana whispered, tilting her head to meet Y/n’s gaze.

Y/n smiled softly. “Yeah. It does.”

Unbeknownst to them, the rest of the Twice girls were lurking nearby, spying on the couple with gleeful expressions.

“They’re so cute it’s disgusting,” Chaeyoung whispered, grinning ear to ear.

“Should we give them some privacy?” Mina asked, though her small smile suggested she was enjoying the scene too much to leave.

“Absolutely not,” Nayeon whispered back, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Sana, sensing the presence of her nosy friends, turned her head just in time to catch them peeking around the corner. “Seriously?” she groaned, throwing them a playful glare.

The girls burst into laughter, scattering like school kids caught in the act.

Y/n shook their head, amused. “You’ve got quite the group of bodyguards.”

“You have no idea,” Sana said, rolling her eyes fondly.

———————

That evening, Twice’s performance of “Fancy” brought the house down. The lights, the cheers, and the energy of the crowd filled the air, and Sana felt invincible as she danced her heart out.

As the final notes played and the stage lights dimmed, Sana glanced to the side of the stage. There, just out of sight from the cameras, stood Y/n with their camera in hand, watching her with that familiar, soft smile.

And in that moment, as the music faded and the crowd roared, Sana knew—this was just the beginning of something truly beautiful.

Back in the dressing room after the show, Y/n handed Sana a small envelope.

“What’s this?” Sana asked, curious.

“Open it.”

Inside was a polaroid of Sana mid-performance, eyes alight with passion, hair flying in the air as she danced. Beneath the photo, in Y/n’s neat handwriting, were the words:

“Fancy meeting you here, beautiful.”

Sana’s heart melted. “You’re impossible,” she whispered, pulling Y/n into a hug.

“And you love it,” Y/n teased, kissing the top of her head.

From across the room, the Twice girls watched the scene unfold with matching grins.

“Mission accomplished,” Nayeon whispered, high-fiving Momo.

“You know,” Jeongyeon added thoughtfully, “I think Sana might owe us dinner for this.”

The girls erupted in laughter, and even Sana couldn’t help but join in.

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Take My Soul, Take My Heart

SUMMARY: Seonghwa is a monster, this he knows. He is a monster, but he just can't help the obsession he has with love. You have taken his soul, staked your claim on his heart, and now he wants all of you

GENRE: smut, angst

PAIRING: pirate!Park Seonghwa x afab!reader

WC: 6,571

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PERM TAGLIST: @winterchimez @juyeonszn @flwoie

FIC TAGLIST: @sanaxo-o

18+ MDNI AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

WARNINGS: jesus christ yall im wishing you luck with this fic fr, lots of plot, violence (like a lot), many mentions of blood, weapons (knives, swords, guns), threats, swearing, alcohol, seonghwa is lowkey obsessed with love, Seonghwa and reader are both a bit psychotic, they kill a man (actually many men), bad depictions of pirates arrrrghhhhh, manipulation, murder, mentions of brothels, actually there are some scenes in a brothel so yeah, p in v sex, marking, oral (f and m receiving), poorly done dirty talk i fear, unprotected sex (please wrap it irl), this is actually kind of vile, mayhaps future hongjoong x reader but who knows, not edited so pls lmk if i forgot anything or if anything looks dumb as hell

A/N: HEYYYYYYY how y'all doinggggggg. thank you to @deobienthusiast for beta reading this IT TOOK ME SO LONG BUT RAAAHHHHHHH SHE HELPED MEEEEE. I've been wanting to do a pirate fic for so long but i never got around to it BUT HERE WE AREEEE PLEASE ENJOY AND REBLOG IF YOU LIKED IT PLSPLSPLS

Seonghwa learned a long time ago that love was nearly impossible with his life style. 

No matter his charms, no matter his will, no matter how he fucked, no one would stay. Not once they found out who he was, what he’s done. The crimes he’s committed are enough to sway those that he swore he would protect as he worshipped them under the light of the moon, above the swaying waves. Love, however, is nothing to him compared to the power he feels when on the ocean.

It was a choice hat he made a long time ago. A promise, really, that he made to Hongjoong the moment he’d stepped onto the wooden planks of the Blue Bird. He gave up the idea of love when he first drew a blade, when he felt the first drops of blood hit his skin and stain his clothing. The blood of men and women who threatened his crew, who threatened his lovers, who threatened him. He’d grown accustomed to the metallic stench, to the warmth of the red liquid against his skin. He practically bathed in it, relished in the feeling of it. 

Seonghwa doesn’t understand it, this feeling in his chest. This burning to be worshipped and loved. He cannot comprehend the longing, the desire in his stomach and in his heart. The longing that never leaves, lingering at the corner of his mind and at the tip of his tongue. Love is nothing compared to the power he feels with the weight of a blade in his hand, the metal of a gun at his hip. Love is a hindrance, love is nothing compared to the feeling of his weapon cutting through the air, through the flesh and bone of those who wrong him.

Seonghwa is soaked in blood still as he steps off the ship, his boots leaving wet footprints against the dock. Had the color of his clothing not been violently stained in the color, it could have been mistaken for the salty water that pushes and pulls against the rocky cliffs around him. A shoulder brushes against his, a hand pressing back against his chest to stop him in his tracks as Hongjoond looks up at him. That stern look is in his eye, one that the first mate had grown used to over the years.

“You know what we’re here for,” the captain’s voice is raspy. “Do us all a favor and don’t get distracted by any…side quests, if you will.”

Seonghwa’s tongue runs over his teeth, his shoulders rolling back and one of his hands coming to rest on the hilt of his sword. 

“When do I ever get distracted?” Hongjoong’s eyes are weary with travel, flicking from Seonghwa’s head down to his toes.

“Not what I meant, Hwa.”

“He means,” Wooyoung comes from behind the two, squeezing between them and throwing his arms around their shoulders. “Don’t fuck anyone. You know it never ends well for either party.” 

Seonghwa’s lip curls at the younger crew member’s words but he manages to hold his tongue. 

“Leave the man alone, Wooyoung.” San chides, pulling the cook back by the collar. “It’s not his fault he becomes blind when it comes to women.” Both men laugh, and Hongjoong folds his hands behind his back. 

“And this is funny to you two because…?” the captain’s eyebrow arches, his eyes glittering with a warning. 

“Well, I mean,” San stands a bit straighter. “Shouldn’t he know by now that ‘love’ doesn’t work with our lifestyle? Women find us, they fuck, take a bit of gold, and run off or try to kill us before the sun rises. Sometimes both at the same time. Love isn’t something that works with us. We’re blind to it, or it is blind to us.” 

Seonghwa pushes Wooyoung off his shoulder, his lips drawn into a thin line. Suddenly the bloody clothing that clings to his body burn like fire, uncomfortable and scratchy. 

“I have things to do,” he states with an eerie calmness. “I’ll be back by sundown.”

You take notice of the man the moment he steps into the tavern. Maybe it was his delicate features. Maybe it was the way the tavern went quiet with something similar to awe or fear or both. 

Or maybe it was the blood staining his clothing and dripping onto your freshly cleaned fucking floor.

You can barely hold your tongue as he approaches your counter, your jaw ticking and your eyes narrowed. His own, like that of a fox, are darting from person to person as if measuring how long it would take to strike them down. In a bar full of pirates, he is one of few that came alone. 

When his eyes land on you, he straightens his spine. I am powerful, I am a god, fear me. His body language is screaming the words, but you’re screaming right back.

One wrong fucking move and I’ll have your ass on the ground with a bullet between those pretty eyes before you can blink.

His lips twitch up into a smirk, yours deepen into a scowl.

“You got blood on my floor.” 

“I apologize.” 

“You don’t sound genuine.” 

He leans against the counter, eyes searching yours curiously. A glove-covered hand slides a gold coin toward you, your heart jolts. 

“I am sorry.”

“Apology accepted, gorgeous.” Your painted red lips curl into a delighted smile as you snatch up the coin before curious hands wandered a bit too close. “What can I get for you?”

“Mead, any will do.” His eyes seem to be searching you, sizing you up, and his tongue runs over his teeth. You do as he says, all too aware of his eyes watching you and staring you up and down. You weren’t a fool. You knew of your…features and what drew customers in. Men, women, you couldn’t care less so long as it got you what you wanted. Gold. Silver. Fuck, even copper would do sometimes. There was hardly a level you wouldn’t stoop to if it meant paying back your debt. 

You turn back to him, a mug of honey wine in one hand. He still watches you, curious and unashamedd of how how examines you. You let him, knowing deep down that you were doing precisely the same in order to ignore the man under your counter. 

“Anything else, gorgeous?” You lean forward, tongue dancing across your red lips. He watches the motion and smiles coyly. 

“Information.”

You kiss your teeth, arms folding on the counter as you watch him glance around the bar. “On?”

“A man going by the name of Socha.” 

Your body stills, fingers curling into tight fists. You feel eyes burning into your skull, and the gun barrel pressing into your hip grows tighter.

“I know of no one by that name.” 

The man searches your gaze, and you can’t find yourself wanting to look away. You want so desperately to scream out. He’s here, you want to tell him, there is a gun against my hip and a room filled with his crew all around you. Help me!

“Are you sure?” The man leans closer to you, tilting his head and bringing his lips close to your ear. “There’s a reward in it for you if you tell me where he is.”

“I know of no one by that name.” You repeat. “I would greatly appreciate it if you left my bar now, sir.”

He pulls back from you, pursing his lips briefly before returning to the malicious smirk. “If you change your mind, find Seonghwa on the Blue Bird.”

You don’t move a muscle until the door he entered through is shut. The tavern returns to its original volume, and the gun against your hip lowers. Your fists unfurl, and the gold coin hits the ground. 

Socha rises from beneath your counter, lips spread in a vile grin and a stench that makes you want to gag. 

“Maybe you’ll be useful after all, barkeep.” He leans in close to you, raising his gun to brush stray hair out of your face. Your throat tightens and your eyes squeeze shut, every muscle in your body screaming to run. “Loyalty isn’t something we take lightly on the Skylark.”

“I understand,” you choke out, praying to anyone who might listen that the gun leaves your temple. “Thank you for the…opportunity to prove my worth.”

Seonghwa doesn’t appreciate liars.

He also doesn’t appreciate the fact that the captain of the Skylark had decided to take an innocent woman hostage at his favorite bar in his favorite city. 

It was obvious what had been happening. Sure, it was typical for a port city to be filled to the brim with pirates, especially at the local taverns. What wasn’t typical was for the tavern to be filled to the brim with pirates wearing clothing the color of drying blood, a symbol that the Skylark crew had taken in the early days when Socha spilled blood across the ocean for miles and miles, his clothing stained so dark it looked black. 

He wasn’t stupid. He saw the fear sparking in your eyes the moment he said Socha’s name. Now it was time for him to wait for you to come to him. 

“You seem so sure that this barkeep will show her face.” Yeosang sits on the steps leading to the upper deck, twirling a curved blade between his fingers.

“She was terrified. Socha was there. Whether she wants to or not, she’ll be on this ship tonight with information we need.” 

Seonghwa leans against the railing, steadying himself against the waves that crash against the side of the ship. He’d changed out of the bloodstained clothing hours ago, washed the dried liquid off of his skin and let it run into the ocean. The sun is beginning to set, casting a golden light against his face that he soaks in with delight. The warmth of these last rays clings to him, and it’s when the sun has finally set below the horizon that he accepts that you will not be coming to the ship this night. 

“Maybe you need to do a bit more convincing than just giving a woman gold,” Yunho stomps up the stairs from the lower deck, a crate in his hands and a grin on his lips. “Maybe that’ll get you something in a brothel, but that was a woman working in a tavern. She knows better.”

“Shut up, Yunho.” Seonghwa spits out, whirling on his feet and stalking toward the gangway with burning ears and a boiling hot temper. 

He was pissed. He had truly believed that you’d show up. Was Socha still holding you in that tavern? Were you afraid of him? Were you afraid of what might happen if the captain found out? Were you loyal to the Skylark?

Seonghwa huffs, his hand finding the hilt of his sword again as he makes his way into the port city. It’s busier now that the sun is down, the streets crowded and filled with vendors of all sorts. Weaponsmiths, farmers, beggars, thieves. The streets became alive with everyone under the stars. It made it more difficult to maneuver quickly and quietly, but Seonghwa knew that he would only draw attention to himself if he moved any faster than he was. 

A delicate hand grabs his elbow and faster than the brothel worker could blink, there’s a dagger against her throat and her back is against the wall. Her eyes are wide, her lips parted with shock. Seonghwa drops the blade just as fast as he’d drawn it, his eyes lit with annoyance. 

“Care for a step inside?” Her tone, despite her previous shock, was sultry and enough to draw almost any many in. 

“I am not interested in what you have to offer.” Seonghwa begins to pull away, but her grip tightens. Her eyes are desperate now, and Seonghwa allows himself to pause.

“I believe you will be very interested to know that someone has paid good money to speak to you,” she speaks quickly, tugging at his arm to guide him to the door. “Please. Step inside. They will guide you to where you need to be.”

Against all that tells him to turn the other way and run, Seunghwa listens to the woman. She steps to the side, that seductive look plastered back onto her face as she guides him and other patrons into the building. 

The stench of sex is heavy in the air. It’s thick and nearly overwhelming his senses. Or, perhaps, it is the burning incense that overwhelms him. The smoke provides a haze, distracting him from the naked bodies all around him. Scattered across th4e ground, in chairs, on tables, in rooms that are only covered by a loose, sheer cloth overe the doorway. He avoids looking at anyone he can, but then his eyes find you. 

You’re tucked away in the corner farthest from him, your eyes watching his every move. His head tilts, tracing your body with his eyes. Nearly bare like the women around you, covered only by a shear cloth seemingly lined with gold. You tilt your head up, practically beckoning him toward you.

He follows you, putting up no fight against the primal urges inside of him that tell him to pin you against the wall and take you right there. 

His steps, careful and calculated, weave through the bodies on the floor, following you into the darkest corners of the brothel. You don’t let him get close, no matter how he chases you. It’s like a game to you, and you’re winning. Seonghwa lets it happen. 

“I’m sure you understand why I brought you here,” you murmur, your voice hardly louder than the sexual noises around you. A private room in the very back of the building and secured by a wooden door. “I had to speak to you where we could be…private, able to speak freely.” 

Seonghwa, for a long moment, doesn’t say a word. He watches the way your hips sway with every step, watches how you bend forward to light each candle. 

“You said you wanted information,” you speak again, coming to stand directly in front of him. Your breasts brush against his ribcage, your hands reaching for his. “I’m prepared to give you it.”

“In exchange for a quick fuck?” He raises an eyebrow, tilting his head at you. You only smirk.

“I had to bring you somewhere logical. Pirates love brothels almost as much as they love my bar. Besides, if anyone comes stomping in here, at least they’ll get a good show, won’t they?” 

You push Seonghwa towards the large fur-covered mattress with more force than he’d expected. He stumbles back, letting himself fall back until his spine meets fur. You’re quick to crawl over him, sheer fabric coming loose and allowing your breasts to come free. 

“Why are you looking for Socha?” You ask him, hips rolling down against his. Seonghwa stifles a groan, relishing in the feeling of your grinding hips and the way your nails digging into his chest. His hands grip the flesh of your thighs, squeezing tight enough to leave marks. 

“Why was he in your bar?” the pirate counters, eyes drooping in a lust filled haze. You click your tongue leaning down and nipping at the lobe of his ear. 

“I asked a question first.” Your lips trail kisses down his neck, a trail of red lipstick following you, and Seonghwa feels air brush against his chest as you undo the buttons of his shirt. “Answer me, gorgeous.”

“He has something of mine,” he says, annoyingly calm given the circumstances you have him in. “I want it back.”

You roll your hips down with more force, leaning back to admire his sculpted body. You shouldn’t be shocked. He’s a pirate after all. One with a gorgeous face, gorgeous body, and you’d be willing to bet his cock is equally as perfect. Your mouth waters at the thought, your body sliding back so you have easy access to his cock. 

“What does he have?”

Seonghwa sits up, leaning back on his hands as you work at his pants. A lazy smirk is plastered on his face, one that has your stomach churning and pussy dripping with need. 

“Ah ah ah,” he tuts. “My turn to ask a question.”

His hips lift as you start pulling his pants down, exposing his half-hard cock to your eyes in the dim candlelight. 

“Ask away, gorgeous.” Your hands inch forward, reaching for his cock in an act of near desperation. 

“Why was Socha and his crew in your bar?” Seonghwa watches as you wrap a hand around him, a breath of air hissing out of him as you stroke him gently up and down. Your eyes lock with his as you lean down to spit on his cock, and he has to bite his tongue to keep from losing his composure. 

You shrug at his question, letting a bit more spit drip from your mouth as you pump his now fully erect cock. “They wanted drinks, I suppose.”

“Bullshit and you know it.” Seonghwa grunts, letting his head roll back. You smirk, letting your free hand slip down to cup his balls. 

“Tell you what,” you dip your head down and place a kiss to his tip. “Let me please you, and if you aren’t satisfied I’ll tell you everything I know.”

“And if I’m satisfied?” He asks, reaching a hand to tangle his fingers in your hair.

“You take me with you out of this godforsaken city.” 

Seonghwa’s breath, for the first time, stills. He searches your eyes for something, anything to tell him what might be happening. 

“You…you want to come with…with me?” 

He’s confused. Why on Earth would someone like you want to come with him? “You have a life here. People who care about you, guaranteed safety. Why would you—”

“I have nothing here.” You spit out, leaning up to look him in the eyes. “I have misery and shame and misfortune. I do not care that I will not be safe with you.”

“I don’t understand—”

“Then we will make the choice later.” You kiss him gently, leaving him aching for more of you. “Let me satisfy your needs, Seonghwa.” Your hand pushes at his chest, urging him to lay back. 

“I don’t even know your name,” Seonghwa’s head hits a pillow, letting his gaze settle on the ceiling above him. 

“Do you need to?” He can feel your lips trailing down his chest, nipping at his skin and leaving marks he knows will not go away. 

“It would be nice to know who I’m speaking to.” Who I’m fucking.

“I suppose,” your lips touch his hip, right beside a trail of hair, and he can feel the way they curl into a grin. “You can call me Y/N.” 

Seonghwa can’t get a response out before your lips are wrapping around his cock. His fingers curl into the furs beneath him, fighting the urge to buck his hips into your mouth and force you to take as deep as you can. You could probably handle it, but he knows he needs to exercise restraint for himself if anything. 

Your nails dig into his thighs, leaving little red crescents in his golden skin as you take him. He can feel your throat constricting around his cock, trying desperately not to gag as his tip hits the back of your throat. Your tongue runs along the underside of his shaft as you pull yourself off of him, kitten licking the tip before taking him all the way back down again. Your nose presses against his pelvis, and Seonghwa can feel tears hitting his skin. Or, perhaps, it’s spit dripping out of the corners of your mouth as you hollow your cheeks and swallow around him. 

Finally a pitiful groan is pulled from his lips. 

Deep and gravelly as if he’d been holding it in for far longer than his body wanted him to. Your eyes peer up at him, your tongue laving at his balls and your hand pumping up and down while your mouth is occupied. Seonghwa’s hips jolt, little drops of precum leaking from his tip in an endless stream. His back arches as your mouth returns to his aching cock, your pace fast and harsh as you swallow around him and suck as you pull back up, urging him to cum faster. 

His back arches off the bed, his jaw drop and hollow moans pouring from his lips. One of his hands finds your hair, holding you in place as he begins to piston his hips up. Your eyes widen, your hands flailing briefly to find purchase on something, anything to keep you somewhat upright. You’re gagging now, unable to help it as Seonghwa’s cock punches the back of your throat. 

You like it, though. You like how rough he is with you, the way he lets himself lose control and become blinded by his own pleasure. His hands yank at the strands of your hair, and a moan escapes you. The vibrations run down his cock, and suddenly Seonghwa’s hips stutter and thick, white hot liquid is spurting down your throat. You try pulling off of him, the liquid coming out too quickly for you to keep up with, but Seonghwa forces you back down, forces you to take all of it down his throat.

“That’s it,” he coos, breathless and mocking. “Take it all. Take everything I’m giving you.” The snide comments pull a whimper out of you, and you allow yourself to relax just enough to swallow all of his cum. 

When he finally releases you and allows you to pull off, there’s droplets of cum running down your chin. Your cheeks are burning, your chest rising and falling rapidly, and you’re pretty sure your hair is a knotted, uncontrollable mess. 

He’s smirking down at you. I am powerful, I am a god, fear me.

You raise yourself up, slotting your lips against his. You are powerful. I am not afraid of you.

“Are you satisfied, then?” You murmur, letting one hand come up to cup the back of his neck, the other slipping down to soothe the ache in your dripping pussy. Seonghwa kisses his teeth.

“You think my cock down your throat is enough to satisfy me, darling?” Your breath hitches at the vile nature of his words. It isn’t as if you hadn’t heard that before, however he says it so…condescendingly. As if you were a fool to assume that he would be done with you just yet. 

“Are you not…satisfied?” 

“I’ll make you a deal, darling,” The tip of a blade rests under your chin and your stomach churns, however it isn’t with fear. No…this is something else entirely. This is…lust? No…it burns too sweet to be lust. “Take me to Socha, kill him yourself, and fuck me in his bed while my captain kills the rest of his crew, and then I’ll be satisfied. Do we have a deal?”

“Will you let me come with you?” Your eyes gleam, and Seonghwa jerks your head up to kiss you. ‘Kiss’ being a very loose term. With his blade against your throat, he shoves his tongue into your mouth, and you push yours against him just as hard. Teeth clash, biting at each othe harshly in a motion that’ll leave you both bruised and bleeding. 

“I’ll let you come with me.” 

You weren’t expecting them to trust you. Hell, you half expected to be shot dead the moment you stepped onto the Blue Bird. Hongjoong stairs you down with curiosity and doubt in his gaze, but he says nothing as the crew argues over whether or not to trust you and your word. Or, rather, Seonghwa’s word. 

“You think we can trust her?” Mingi is eyeing you up and down, his lips curled into a sneer. “She’s a barkeep, she’ll say anything for some gold and a quick fuck.” 

You bare your teeth right back at him. “Is that not what a pirate is? Roaming the seas and sticking their cocks into the first hole they see and grabbing as much gold and ale as they can carry?” 

Mingi is far larger than you are, but you are not afraid. You cannot be afraid if you wish to be on this ship for the rest of your days. You cannot be afraid of the men Seonghwa sails with and commands. 

“And what of Seonghwa?” Jongho, the quiet one in the corner, chimes in. “Do we not trust him? Right hand of our captain, are you doubting that he has our best interest in his mind?”

“I think that he slept with the first person he saw and immediately became blind to reality.” Mingi snaps back. “How long before this one leaves you? How long before you decide you’re sick of her and throw her overboard?”

Your heart drops to your stomach and your head whips to look up at Seonghwa who has gone still beside you.

“What is he talking about, Seonghwa?” Your hand pulls from his, but he grabs it right back.

“He is speaking nonsense,” he snaps, eyes glaring at Mingi. “I know exactly what I am doing. I know who I can and cannot trust. She is loyal to us, not to anyone else.”

“And you got all that from having your cock down her—”

“Enough!” Hongjoong’s voice rises over the others. All it takes is that one word for all to go quiet, their gazes on him as he rises from his seat on the table. “Seonghwa is my right hand, if he says that this woman is to be trusted then she will be trusted by us!”

“But—” Mingi tries to argue but a pair of dagger-like eyes hone in on him. 

“Do you want to be on slop duty?” Mingi’s face goes green and the eyes are trained back on you. “And you— are you so certain that you want to join us?”

“I am certain, Captain,” you tell him, dipping your head into a nod. “I have never wanted anything more.”

“Then it’s settled,” Hongjoong declares. “We kill Socha at sunset tomorrow.”

There’s an odd sense of safety that you feel while you approach the Skylark. You can hear the chatter of the crew from the edge of the gangway, but you know that a crew of your own is watching and waiting for your signal. 

Your signal, of course, being Socha’s body being dumping into the harbor. 

“Hey! Look who it is!” 

A hand clamps down onto your shoulder and you grimace at the first mate’s disgusting smile. 

“Little miss barkeep came to pay us a visit!” The crew erupts into cheers, some calling for a drink and some calling for you to give them a show. Bile rises in your throat at the sounds they make. Suddenly the blade up your sleeve feels a lot lighter in your hand. “How can we help you, little miss?”

“I need to speak with Socha.” Your voice holds steady, thankfully. 

“Socha isn’t expecting you today.” The first mate clicks his tongue. “I’ll take a message.”

“This is urgent,” you argue. “I have information on the Blue Bird’s crew.” 

The first mate barks out a laugh, throwing his head back as he bellows. The crew joins him, and your cheeks begin to heat up. 

“You think we give a fuck about that measly little crew?” The first mate cries.

“What are those dumb fucks going to do to a crew of 80 men?” Someone across the deck cries. “We have ten to their one, they can try but they won’t fucking get past the gangway.”

“Now, now gentlemen.” A deeper, gravelly voice to your right grabs everyone’s attention. Socha leans against a railing closest to his cabin, lip curled at you in what looks like disguswt. “The little miss has information for us! We should hear her out.”

“Socha,” you breathe out andhe clicks his tongue. 

“I don’t believe we have rewarded you yet for your…loyalty, have we?” He’s five steps from you, almost close enough to stab him. His hand reaches for you, and you take it. Two steps, only a bit too far from the edge of the ship. 

“Can we…can we speak a bit more privately?” You look at him through your eyelashes, lips pushed out just a bit. “It’s a little loud out here.”

“Of course, little miss.” Socha’s hand on the small of your back makes you want to light someone on fire. It disgusts you, and the bile begins to rise in your stomach again as he guides you to his quarters. He lets you in first, keeping his eyes on your swaying hips the entire time.

As soon as the door shuts behind him, you spin around to face him. 

He’s one step away.

The knife in your sleeves drops into your palm.

You raise your blade to strike him.

A gunshot.

Both of you go silent, your bodies going still. There’s something wet soaking your skirts, you stumble back. Your eyes raise to the man behind Socha.

The captain hits the ground, blood pooling around him. Blood stains your cheeks and your white shirt. 

There’s commotion outside the cabin. 

“I had it handled, Seonghwa.” Your eyes narrow, and your lover barks out a laugh.

“I know, darling. But he would have shot you the moment he saw that blade.” A body hits the door, wood beginning to splinter as Seonghwa takes the two steps he needs to reach you. Blood soaks the bottoms of his boots, but neither of you care. His hands come to cup your cheeks, blood smearing across your skin as he brushes over your cheekbones with his thumbs. 

“You did wonderfully, my love.” He murmurs, and you find yourself beaming. “I think, however, you still have part of your deal to hold up to.”

“His cabin is a bit far,” your lips are brushing his and you lift your head just a bit to try and kiss him but he tuts at you.

“A deal is a deal, my love. I will not be fucking you near a dead body.” His nose curls and he kicks Socha out of the way. 

“Fine. Have it your way, gorgeous.” 

You take his hand in your own, swinging the door of the captain’s quarters open to reveal the end of a blood bath. Hongjoong is watching from the upper deck as the other six members of his crew dump bodies into the harbor. You catch his eye as you move through the masses and down to Socha’s cabin and he gives you a small nod. 

You did well.

I know I did. You keep your head high, a proud smirk on your lips before you disappear with Seonghwa hot on your heels. 

Seonghwa’s lips are hot on your neck, his hands dancing over your body grabbing at everything they can. Airy moans pull from your lips, an addicting sound that has Seonghwa afraid that you may be a siren. He cannot get enough of you, cannot pull away even if he tried. 

In the center of the room, the two of you stand bare and ready for each other. A pile of clothes surrounds you, a bed behind you and a desk covered in papers in front of you. 

“You’re fucking addicting,” Seonghwa growls, grabbing at your hair and yanking your head back to bare your neck for him. “Fuck, I can’t get enough of you.” 

You can’t respond, hands shaking as they grab at Seonghwa just as harshly as he’d grabbed you. Your nails scratch down his chest, his back. Into his hips to try and force him closer to your body, but he keeps himself just out of your reach. 

“Mingi was right,” Seonghwa grunts as he spins you around, pinning you against the desk and throwing everything that was on it to the side to make way for you. He shoves you back, pinning your shoulders against it. “I became blind to reality the moment I saw you in that fucking tavern. Addicted to you the moment you spoke to me.”

His lips reattach to your skin, making their way down your throat, past the valley of your breasts and down to your navel. His hands grip the flesh your thighs, forcing your thighs apart to make way for him. You’re dripping for him, you can feel the liquid pooling at your center, dripping down your thighs and onto the desk below you. 

“Fuck, I will never go a day without looking at this pretty pussy.” 

Seonghwa’s hand rubs against your folds, spreading them and rubbing your slick around for a moment before pulling back.

Smack!

The sting is almost unbearable, your back arching as you wail and Seonghwa’s hand cracks down on your pussy once more. 

“So pretty for me, love when I get rough, hm?” You can barely hear him. Hell, you don’t think he can hear himself in this lust filled haze. “You’ve taken my soul, taken my heart from its confines. You have to pay for that, you know?” 

You whine when his lips touch your cunt for the first time. Soft at first, kitten licks and little kisses against your clit that quickly become harsh sucks and nips that have your back arching and legs thrashing over his shoulders. It’s easy for him to pin your body down, making heat growing in your stomach as he eats you like a man starved. His long tongue dips into you, digging in as far as it can go before Seonghwa drags it up to swirl around your clit, drawing figure-eights with the tip of it and making your body writhe before he repeats the process. 

A knot begins to form in the pit of your stomach, and you cry and beg for Seonghwa to please please please, faster, more more, god please. Fat tears roll down your cheeks as he focuses his attention on your puffy clit, digging his tongue into it and listening to the way you scream his name. Your back arches one final time before you’re coming undone beneath him, your body quivering and your hole clenching repeatedly. Your hands find purchase in his dark hair, yanking at the strands for some semblance of a grasp on reality. 

You don’t get long to recover before Seonghwa is flipping you over and pinning you down again, face down against the desk. You can practically smell your own cum, and you try to push yourself up just a little bit. 

“You’re not trying to get up, are you?” Seonghwa’s lips are right next to your ear. “You know what to say if you want me stop, darling.” His lips nip at your ear and you whine desperately, finally caving and letting your arms drop. “Good girl.”

His hands rub against the backs of your legs, massaging them gently before spreading them open once more. 

“You ready for me?” His hand traces along your dripping folds, waiting patiently for your response. 

“Please, Seonghwa,” you whine. “Please fuck me!” 

So he does. 

The stretch burns as he pushes in, but he’s quick to soothe you, kissing your shoulders and down your spine so, so gently compared to what you know he’s going to do to you. Your walls clamp down on him like a vice, trying desperately to push him out but pull him in at the same time. 

“So tight,” he groans, biting into your back as he finally sheathes himself inside of you completely, engulfed by the warmth of your walls and somewhat reluctant to pull out again. “Fuck, you feel so good around me, darling.”

“Hwa,” you moan out, hands clawing at the desk as you try to push back against him, trying to get him deeper inside of you. “Please, please move!” 

His hips begin moving before you can finish your statement. He sets a fast, brutal pace, each thrust punching the air out of you and leaving you wailing his name. You scramble to find purchase on the edges of the desk, holding tightly so as to not slide off. Seonghwa grabs at your shoulder with one hand, the other gripping your hip as he slams his hips against yours. His cock reaches places you never believe one could, brushing against a spot inside of you that has your vision going white with pleasure, your hiccuped moans becoming nearly silent screams. The knot inside of you draws tight again, and Seonghwa is practically throwing you over the edge as your body seizes up once more.

“Fuck,” he grunts out. “Cumming again already?”

“I— I can—can’t help it!” You hiccup. “Feel—feels so—so good!”

“Yeah, I bet it does,” Seonghwa grunts, letting his head fall back and his jaw fall open as your fluttering walls force him closer to the edge than he wants to be. “Fuck, don’t wanna cum yet but this pussy feels too good.”

His body folds over yours, one of his hands slipping down to find your clit. Cries of overstimulation pull from your lips, your body shaking as he continues to rail you into the desk. Seonghwa’s hips begin to stutter, and the moment he feels your walls flutter around his for the final time, he’s cumming. He breathing is ragged, quiet whines pulled from his lips as your pussy clenches around his cock. 

You can barely move as he pulls out of you, your body covering in sweat and cum. Seonghwa runs a hand over his face, catching his breath and brushing his hair back. 

“You alright?” He crouches near your face, tracing a finger along your cheekbone while you recover. “Here, let me help you.” 

Seonghwa is quick to lift you up, shushing you when you whine, and carries you over to a surprisingly luscious bed. He sits against the wall, your body curling into his as you both recover. The steady rocking of the waves against the ship seems to calm you, your breathing evening out until you’re fast asleep in his lap. 

He’s almost asleep himself until the door of the captain’s cabin swings open and Hongjoong barges in. 

The captain’s eyes fall to you briefly, and Seonghwa swears he can see his tongue running over his lip before Hongjoong’s eyes are back on the right hand. 

“We gotta get going, soldiers from the upper city are on their way down to find out why there’s bodies in the water.”

Your body stirs, eyes fluttering open quietly and Seonghwa grins. 

His heart and soul belongs to you now. You, the first and only one to not run from the monster he’d become. 

“And so it begins.” 

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twice reactions when they can’t kiss s/o because of a teeth removal | headcanons

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nayeon

her first reaction is whining but it’s exactly what you were expecting. for a moment she doubts that you are being serious, but as soon as she realizes it is not a joke she asks you if the tooth bothers you and offers to go with you. 

she admits not knowing if she’ll be able to last for a whole month without kissing you and tells you you will probably have a hard time given how pretty she is. 

you honestly didn't trust the girl who barely drinks water and carries tea bags in her pockets to take care of you, but she exceeds your expectations (positively). when you returned home she wouldn’t let you do anything and for the first few days she treated you as if you had had major surgery.

she also teases you, jokes and compares you to so many memes or cartoon characters. she took a few videos of you struggling to move your face due to the anesthesia. 

turns out she was right and it has been more difficult for you to resist. she has so much self control and you can tell she is about to kiss you so many times but stops herself and pecks your lips or kisses you somewhere else. when she kisses your neck you doubt it is the best decision since it just makes things a bit harder.

jeongyeon

you don’t need to tell her because she is the one who drove you to your dentist appointment and offered to get in with you instead of being in the waiting room. she also goes with you the day of the procedure.

she doesn’t like the idea of not kissing you but she assures you she will make sure you heal properly.

you know that you’re in good hands and just as you expected she takes good care of you. she reminds you to take your medicines and cooks things you can eat but she won’t miss the opportunity to tease you.

she laughs when you speak and look weird because of the anesthesia and also when your face is swollen just to immediately bring you some ice, your medicine and apologizes.

when it comes to not kissing you she brags about how bad you’re gonna do but after the first week she gets frustrated every time she’s going to kiss you and has to change the placement or give you the softest peck on the lips.

momo

you can tell she’s a bit confused again when you threw the news at her but she remembered that you had gone to the dentist. she’s more concerned about what they’re going to do in your mouth than about the kiss thing and just make a little pout. 

she promises to be good and proceeds to ask you if you would still love her if she accidentally kisses you. 

she takes good care of you. she gets you some drinks so you can have something nice to drink since you can’t eat snacks. she also makes sure boo and dobby don’t get too excited or playful  near your face and goes after all of you to make sure they won’t do anything that might hurt you. 

she cooks delicious food that you can eat but every time you two eat together she looks at you and looks so guilty with her solid food. she always ends up offering but then she feels guilty because she knows you can’t. 

she can’t help it, she needs to kiss you and she gets a bit needy. she wouldn't leave your neck and look at your lips at all times. she already has a tendency to get distracted when you talk, but at least she kept staring at you. now you could see every time her eyes were constantly drawn to your lips.  

sana

when she first heard “we can’t kiss for a month” she started pouting and her eyes got glazed before you could even finish the sentence. she felt relieved when you explained to her about your tooth because she thought you didn’t like her anymore. 

you both just know she will really struggle and she even apologizes in advance but promises she’ll do her best. 

she took really good care of you and babied you the first few days. she's careful when she gets close to you not to hit you, but the truth is she's hit you a couple of times accidentally. it's fine and she hasn't really hurt you, but everytime she apologizes, brings you ice and asks you if you need medication for the pain.   

she gave you a plushie and some flowers after the operation for behaving well and being strong. when the recovery process is over, she takes you out to dinner at an expensive restaurant.

this is torture for both of you. sana literally thrives on skinship, displays of affection and kisses, so she makes up for the lack of kissing with other ways of showing affection. she holds your hand constantly, caresses you, sits you on her lap, gives you kisses everywhere possible and basically can't keep her hands off you.

jihyo

she is reasonable and reacts just as you expected. she asks you if it is something serious, about the procedure, when the appointment is and offers to accompany you. you can see from her face that she is planning everything but her little pout when you tell her about kissing doesn't go unnoticed.

she promises she won’t kiss you for the whole month and makes you promise you’ll be responsible again. she ends up turning it into a competition of who will last for longer.  

she doesn't play when it comes to your care, she is determined. she not only buys your medications and makes sure you take them every day at the same time, but she also showers you in love as if you've gone through some major surgery. 

she struggles from time to time but stops herself and you aren’t sure if it’s because of how much she cares about you or if it’s just her competitive spirit. you even start doubting if she might be a bit too much into eating because she’s always trying new ways to tease you and tempt you.  

when the last day is close she tries to suggest that you extend it until one of you surrenders and you have to cut her off by kissing her deeply.

mina

she asks you about the details when you tell her about the procedure and you see a little frown when you mention the no kissing part and just says a soft and little ‘okay’.

you apologize for the situation and she stops you. she says you shouldn't apologize for something like that and promises to follow the dentist's instructions, not before adding 'don't worry we'll find a solution' as she looks at you amused when you blush. 

it doesn’t require a lot of care, but you can't help but notice the little things she does like asking you if you've been drinking, handing you your medicines and the restocked drinks in the fridge after she’s been out. 

you stay at home for a few days since you don't feel very well and you don't want to go out with a swollen face. she assures you that you still look pretty, but she doesn't insist too much because she has the perfect excuse to spend some quiet days at home with you playing videogames and she invites you to build a lego set with her. 

she misses kisses as much as you do but it doesn't take her long to find a solution and kiss your neck instead. it’s definitely a good option until an innocent kiss turns into licking, sucking and biting. she is the one driving you crazy, you need her.

dahyun

she complains and she’s a bit overdramatic but knowing her it’s all teatrics in an attempt to make you feel better and make you laugh

you are the one that has to bring up the kissing thing. she has a habit of not expressing how she feels, so you ask her what she thinks about it. as it usually happens her answer is not direct so you have to insist a bit until she tells you that of course she will be fine, but admits that she will miss kissing you.

she is not very obvious in her care because she doesn't want to bother you, but at every meal she asks you if you have taken your medications and if she doesn't see you with something to drink nearby she puts a glass of water or something you feel like. 

although she's a bit more serious in private than in public, that hasn't stopped her from composing little songs about your tooth extraction or some of the incoherent things you said when you were still under anesthesia. some of them are really catchy. 

she behaves good and gives you little cheek kisses (on the good side), neck kisses, nose kisses, shoulder kisses and forehead kisses when she can reach you. she’s so sweet and even suggests you wait a few more days but you end up kissing her desperately.

chaeyoung

when you tell her she pouts and whines, you can’t help but call her ‘cute’ and her response was to pout and whine even more cutely, which makes both of you lose focus for a moment. 

you both promise to behave, but after that kiss and before the day of the procedure you don't take your hands off each other and you don't stop making out at every chance you have. 

she knows that you are more than capable of taking care of yourself and taking your meds, so she makes sure to remind you that you look nice, ask if you are feeling better and give you lots of love. it's not complicated or painful, but it's incredibly annoying and she knows when you're not in the best mood.

she makes you a little letter with drawings and telling you really nice things, she usually writes you letters but that she made you one for a small dental procedure just melts your heart. 

with her generally calm and easy-going personality you were more concerned about how you were going to handle it. that's why her reaction surprises you as it's the first time you've seen her frustrated and in a bad mood, but she looks hot like this, which makes the situation worse for both of you.

tzuyu

she barely pays attention to the no kissing rule because she’s more focused on the medical part of your news but when she solves all her doubts she asks you about the kisses again and later looks it up on the internet because it makes her curious. you didn’t know but she gave you her phone to search for something and saw it by accident. 

she tells you that she is fine and makes a somewhat offended comment because she interprets that you think she can't control herself. ‘you know you're the one who won't stop kissing me, right?’. 

she goes with you and asks your dentist a few questions about the healing process and the things you can and can’t do during this month. 

she usually makes you bread, but since you can't eat solid food for a while, she learns to make different teas and other drinks. 

she deals with not kissing you pretty well the first few weeks. when she wants to kiss you she just kisses you on the forehead instead which is pretty convenient given the height difference. however, the last week she gets really grumpy and in a bad mood, but when you offer to kiss her a few days before it was recommended she sighs and refuses because she just wants the best for you.

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Twice Types of Kisses

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Nayeon

~Prolonged Kiss~

In the quiet haze of the morning, when sleep still lingered in their senses, Nayeon found herself reveling in the sweet simplicity of affection. As they lay together in bed, facing each other, you would lean in to kiss her, and she would melt into the tender embrace of your lips.

The sensation of your kiss was like a warm blanket, wrapping Nayeon in a cocoon of love and closeness. These moments were treasured by Nayeon, who savored the lingering feeling of your lips against hers, soaking in the intimacy they shared.

In those serene moments, time seemed to stretch out as they lost themselves in each other's presence. With every lingering kiss, Nayeon felt a profound sense of peace and connection, knowing she was deeply cherished and adored.

Entwined in the gentle intimacy of the morning, Nayeon felt a surge of gratitude for the simple yet powerful bond they shared. In the warmth of your affection, she found comfort and joy, grateful for the love that filled their quiet moments together.

Jeongyeon

~Body Kisses~

Despite Jeongyeon's insecurities about her body, you saw her as flawless in every way. Your love for her was unwavering, and you made sure she felt it.

With tender kisses, you mapped a journey from her soft stomach to her voluptuous thighs, showering each inch with affection. Every gentle touch and loving caress conveyed your deep admiration, leaving her feeling treasured and wanted in ways she never thought possible.

For Jeongyeon, your gestures of affection went beyond the physical—they were a declaration of your love and respect for her, body and soul. As you worshipped her with your kisses, she felt a surge of empowerment, knowing she was desired and valued just as she was.

In your arms, Jeongyeon found solace and validation, relishing in the assurance of your unconditional love. Your adoration for her body ignited a newfound confidence within her, liberating her from insecurities and filling her with a sense of self-assurance she had never known before.

Momo

~Hickey Kiss~

Momo oozed confidence, especially when it came to flaunting her body, proudly wearing the hickeys you left behind like badges of honor. From her thighs to her abs, even up to the tops of her breasts and along her neck, she showcased the marks of your passion with pride.

Each hickey was a visible testament to your possessiveness, and Momo couldn't get enough of the sensation of your lips tracing over her skin. Those lingering marks spoke volumes of your desire for her, sending a thrill of excitement coursing through her veins.

Instead of feeling self-conscious, Momo embraced the knowledge that she belonged to you, and you alone. As she boldly displayed the evidence of your passion, she reveled in the feeling of being cherished and desired by you in every possible way.

Sana

~Angel Kiss~

Sana was like the heart and soul of Twice. Everyone knew her for being super affectionate, always showing her love for her friends and special people without holding back. She was cool with PDA and all, but there was this one little thing that really got to her—a soft kiss on each eyelid.

Whenever you did that sweet move, Sana couldn't help but feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Even though she was usually outgoing and bubbly, those little kisses just hit her differently. You made her feel so loved and cared for, like she was the most precious thing in the world.

Feeling those lips brush against her eyelids sent shivers down her spine, in a good way. It wasn't just about the physical sensation; it was like a whole wave of emotions crashing over her. It made her feel safe, like she belonged, and like she was truly, deeply loved.

To Sana, those kisses weren't just some cute gesture. They were like a love letter written on her soul, saying all the things words could never express. Each kiss was a reminder of just how cherished and adored she really was.

Jihyo

~Neck Kiss~

During the whirlwind of promoting her first album, Jihyo faced overwhelming stress and pressure. But amidst the chaos, there was one thing that brought her solace—your neck kisses, especially at the back of her neck.

As the weight of her responsibilities threatened to crush her, Jihyo sought refuge in your arms. The moment you wrapped her in your embrace and planted a kiss on the back of her neck, she felt the tension melt away.

In that simple yet intimate gesture, Jihyo found a calm she couldn't find elsewhere. Your warm embrace and soft kisses acted like a healing salve for her weary soul, easing the knots of stress and releasing the pent-up tension from her shoulders.

With each tender kiss, Jihyo felt her strength and resilience renewed, ready to face whatever challenges came her way. Your unwavering support and affection became her guiding light through even the darkest of times, helping her navigate with grace and determination.

Mina

~Biting Kiss~

Despite her quiet and introverted demeanor, there was a whole other side to her that only a few lucky souls got to witness. Underneath her calm exterior was a hidden world of desires just waiting to be explored.

As your playful bite kisses trailed from her exposed stomach up to her lips, she couldn't help but quiver with excitement. Each teasing nip and playful bite sent waves of pleasure rippling through her body, awakening a hunger she never knew existed.

But it was when your lips met hers, capturing her bottom lip in a gentle bite, that her arousal reached its peak. The sensation flooded her with a rush of warmth, igniting a passionate fire deep within her.

Despite her usual reserved nature, in that moment, she surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure. It was a side of herself she rarely showed, but with you, she felt free to embrace her deepest desires and lose herself in the intoxicating thrill of passion.

Dahyun

~Nose Kiss~

The nose kiss was something truly special for Dahyun, encompassing two sides that she adored equally. In public, it was all about the gentle rub of your noses, which never failed to bring a bright smile to Dahyun's face and make her heart skip a beat with affection.

This innocent gesture spoke volumes of your connection, a subtle yet intimate display of your bond that Dahyun held close to her heart. With each tender rub of your noses, she felt a warmth and closeness that filled her with happiness and contentment.

But there was another side to the nose kiss—a more private one, reserved for moments when the air was thick with anticipation and desire. Feeling a little mischievous, you'd playfully bite her nose, sending a surge of excitement through Dahyun's body.

At this more intimate gesture, Dahyun's eyes would darken with desire, locking onto yours in a silent exchange of passion and longing. Unable to resist the magnetic pull between you, Dahyun would eagerly lead you to her room, where the playful teasing would quickly escalate into something much more intense and electrifying.

Chaeyoung

~Head Kiss~

Despite her occasional frustrations with her height, there was one simple act that always managed to touch her heart—the tender kiss you placed on the top of her head.

As your lips met her scalp in a gentle caress, a comforting warmth washed over her, easing away her worries and insecurities. In that moment, she felt safe and secure, wrapped in a cocoon of love and affection.

To her, the gesture spoke volumes of your adoration, a silent reassurance that you cherished her just the way she was. It was a small yet profound reminder of your unwavering support and devotion, leaving her feeling deeply loved and valued.

Despite any struggles she might have with her height, in your embrace and beneath your kiss, she found acceptance and belonging. Grateful for the love that surrounded her, she knew she was exactly where she belonged.

Tzuyu

~Hand Kiss~

Tzuyu was always the mysterious one, shying away from the spotlight and keeping her personal life under wraps. Public displays of affection? Not her style. But there was this one thing that got her every time—a soft kiss on her hand or wrist.

It didn't matter how many times it happened, whenever her partner planted that gentle kiss, Tzuyu's heart would do somersaults and her cheeks would light up like fireworks. She'd try to play it cool on the outside, but inside, she was a puddle of goo.

That simple gesture meant the world to Tzuyu. It spoke volumes without a single word, saying, "I love you" in the most tender way possible. And every time it happened, she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with love and a whole lot of blushes.

[briankang]

Jihyo & Sana at the Twice 5th World Tour "Ready to Be" stop in Mexico City, México at Foro Sol Stadium Day 2 🦄🐹😘

[dahyun]

[chearyeongs]

SANA, JIHYO 'UP NO MORE' [201031]

[psylocke142]

Night of fireworks

Jihyo x fem!reader

synopsis: Colorful lights began to erupt into the night sky. You felt as if your heart burst along with each explosion in the sky. Dreading the end of the festival. This is the last summer you will spend with Jihyo before you part ways.

w/c: 1.8k

warnings: none(?); maybe some angst; goodbyes; definitely some angst

a/n: i was surprised with the results of my first fic(?), not sure what to call it. thank you if you read that and left a like or reblog <3.  i was expecting nothing tbh so i was so happy to see it do better than i expected.

i was listening to Night of Fireworks by Xdinary Heroes and was inspired to write this work. i chose jihyo because i've been missing her zone & one spark era lately. DMs and asks are open. i’m still new to writing so any suggestions or comments are appreciated. apologies for any errors.

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Jihyo looked beautiful today. She always did, but today you felt mesmerized by her. Even with the lack of light outside, as the sun had already set, Jihyo seemed to glow in your eyes.

“Come on y/n, don’t get lost.”

Your hand was grasped by Jihyo’s, pulling you along to make sure you didn’t get lost in the crowd. Jihyo looked back towards you. Blinding smile crossing her features, making her glow even more.

Your mushy thoughts and gazing were suddenly interrupted.

“There you guys are, we’ve been looking for you two everywhere.” Nayeon huffed.

“These two have been running my pockets wanting to play every festival game.” She continued. The culprits, Momo and Sana, happily ate away at a huge bucket of cotton candy. Which was also bought with Nayeon’s money. No remorse in their eyes.

Mina just silently greeted you two with a smile and waved as Nayeon clung to her arm in defeat.

“Please tell them that these games are rigged for you to lose money trying to win stupid stuffed toys!” the eldest whined.

It was the end of summer, which meant that the city’s annual summer festival was in place. The six of you had decided to come to this year’s festival. You were all still adjusting to the adult world; the youngest of your group just finishing university, others securing new jobs, and the rest of you were piled with work. This left little room for your friends to hang out like before. There were still a few of you missing tonight.

Jeongyeon and Tzuyu couldn’t make it, the vet center they’re working at had them stay for the night shift. They explained that some of the animals get jumpy with fireworks, so they were quick to oblige. Chaeyoung and Dahyun volunteered to stay behind with them to help, expressing concern over their friends being left out. Really they just wanted to play with the puppies and kittens all night.

Your group of friends sought a night of enjoyment and unwinding. The girls were all glad to be able to have found time to gather and spend together. Jihyo was particularly delighted that majority of your group could make it. Wanting to see your girlfriend even more happy you had a plan. Tonight every wish Jihyo had was your command.

Jihyo wanted funnel cake?

You bought her some.

Jihyo wanted to go on the bumper carts?

You teamed up to annoy Nayeon by cornering her and continuously crashed into her cart.

Jihyo wanted a ‘stupid stuffed toy’?

You played the festival games until you won her a cute stuffed elephant.

Much to Nayeon’s dismay. Momo and Sana gave her puppy eyes and promised to treat her to dinner if she won them something. She relented of course. Surprisingly, or not, Mina won a medium-sized panda on her second attempt of the ring toss.

Despite being able to enjoy the festival and being with your friends, there was a gnawing feeling eating away at you. It would creep up on you throughout the night. Not letting you stray too far from the reality of tonight. A reminder of the ticking timer in your chest.

This summer festival would be the last you get to spend with Jihyo.

Jihyo had gotten a promotion. Said promotion was a significant milestone in her career, as she was still a rookie in her office, only having worked for her company for two years. This was a chance she couldn’t turn down, it would be unwise to do so.

However, there was a major downside to this promising opportunity. It required her to relocate. Jihyo had to move to the company’s prestigious headquarters — in Paris. She would be moving to a beautiful and alluring city while gaining valuable experience for her work, but it also meant she had to leave her current life behind. Her friends, family, and you.

Jihyo didn’t mind the idea of starting fresh in a new country. Her ambitiousness and work ethic would make that a smooth process. What weighed heavily in both her heart and mind, was what it meant for the two of you.

Despite your willingness to move to Paris and follow your girlfriend, she protested. You had just secured a job with your dream company a couple months ago. Following Jihyo meant giving up the job you dedicated your blood, sweat, and tears for. That was something Jihyo couldn’t allow. The memory of you jumping in joy when you landed the job fresh in mind. She couldn’t take that away from you by asking you to leave with her. Hesitantly you obeyed Jihyo, not wanting to further upset her or cause any more turmoil.

Uncertainty filled your hearts. Fear of what the distance, different time zones, and unforeseeable changes would make of your relationship. So you both reluctantly agreed to not let it reach to a point of no return. Not wanting to taint the beautiful relationship you cultivated throughout the years.

To set aside the worries and stress, Jihyo invited the group to the summer festival. Afterall, this would probably be the last time she gets to hang out with everyone for a while.

Jihyo’s main reason for coming to the summer festival was to see the firework show with you. She wanted to spend a memorable night with you before the end.

As you prepared to leave to watch the show, Jihyo said her goodbyes to your friends. Both sides making promises of keeping in touch.

The conversations between Jihyo and the girls made your heart clench, knowing that you were going to have a similar talk later that night. Taking in the fact that you would have a different goodbye than your friends. One more permanent.

Once again Jihyo was leading you, hand in hers, to a vacant park that would have a nice view of the firework show. Once again, you just cherished the sight of her.

As you sat down on the grass, waiting for the firework show to start, you realized that the night was ending. Without thinking you held onto Jihyo’s hand tighter. In response, the shorter girl placed herself between your legs. She wrapped your arms around her as she leaned herself into your front.

The distant crowd began to applaud and cheer as the countdown for the show began.

Colorful lights began to erupt into the night sky. You felt your chest constrict tightly with each explosion that fired into the sky. Dreading the end of the festival.

You looked up into the sky, at the fireworks.

Then you looked at Jihyo.

Her face was tilted upwards looking at the sky. Big round eyes reflecting the colorful lights. Soft black hair cascading down her profile in slight waves. Mouth slightly agape and forming a bright smile. Face expressing momentary awe and joy. You couldn’t help but feel an immense amount of love for the girl in your arms — the girl who held your heart.

Fireworks were nowhere close to shooting stars that you could wish upon. Still, you hoped that they could grant you just one wish. You gazed at the fireworks and you prayed to the explosive colors in the sky. To let you stay here forever, with Jihyo.

As the build up for the grand finale of the firework show began, you felt your heart’s timer begin to run out. The night was over. You held Jihyo tighter. Buried your head onto her shoulder. Trying to ingrain this moment into your brain.

Before the final fireworks went off Jihyo stood up unraveling herself from your warm embrace. Her back towards you.

“y/n…”

“it’s time.”

You hesitated to stand up. Not quite ready for what was to come.

You thought that maybe it was just you who felt devastated to have to say goodbye. Until Jihyo turned around and lifted her head to look at you. There were tears that had already fallen from her eyes and new ones that threatened to fall. She ignored her tears and just smiled at you.

Jihyo grabbed both of your hands to hold in hers. She observed your face intently. Slowly nearing towards you. She closed the small distance between you. Lips meeting in a gentle but desperate need to be together.

Her hands came up to caress your face but stopped when she felt the tears that ran down your cheeks. Tears that you hadn’t realized had fallen. Jihyo pulled back and wiped away your tears.

“This is what’s best, right Jihyo?” you muttered. Suddenly unsure of what you had both agreed upon. Not quite set on letting each other go. Not set on saying goodbye.

“Yes,” Jihyo quietly replied as her hands roamed your shoulders. Her body pushing against your front to be as close as possible. To savor your touch for these last few moments.

“I love you Ji,”

“I always will.” you whispered as you moved a strand of Jihyo’s hair to tuck behind her ear. Your other hand finding her waist to hold.

“So will I, y/n/n. I love you too.”

Jihyo pushed herself even deeper into your hold, enveloping you in a hug. You reciprocated her actions. Filling as many gaps between your bodies as you could.

The remaining fireworks shot upwards into a final explosion. Finally the ticking timer in your heart went off. Heart bursting alongside the lights in the sky.

Without hesitating you brought your lips to your lover’s. You emitted all the love you felt for Jihyo into the kiss. Your last kiss.

As the fireworks began to fade, you both pulled away. Jihyo brought her hands to yours. You stared down at the connected limbs. Tears brimmed at the corner of your eyes. You willed yourself not to cry as you looked up. You wanted these last moments with Jihyo to be as clear as crystal.

The girl before you still glowed in the dark night. She looked stunning, angelic even, despite the tears in her eyes. Those round mesmerizing eyes held something scenic, a view filled with sadness and love. Far more captivating than any shooting star or firework show.

Thousands of unspoken thoughts were behind both of your eyes. Thoughts that you were able to comprehend without either of you having to voice them.

Jihyo gently let go of your hand, her fingers softly lingering for a moment longer than necessary. The inevitable end of the festival has come and so has the conclusion of your time.

You felt yourself wanting to reach out, to hold her hand tighter as her fingers began to slip away, a last attempt at grasping this fleeting moment that you wished could last forever. The look in her eyes pleaded for you to not make this any more difficult than it already was. A mixture of sadness and adoration. Your own gaze reflected Jihyo’s. A shared understanding; this parting, though painful, was necessary.

Jihyo was the first to speak.

“Goodbye, baby” she solemnly drawled.

“Goodbye, love” you returned.

Still rooted in the same spot, you watched the love of your life walk away. Tears now freely falling. Heart in ashes.

The night of fireworks is over.