#twice fic

[naesfilm]

⏦ﾟ♡︎ celibate . . . im nayeon x fem! reader

༯ synopsis : only nayeon knows the priests daughter isn’t as innocent as she seems . . .

༯ warnings : blasphemy , corruption kink , slight dacryphilia kink , size kink , praise kink , religion , dom! nayeon , sub! reader , semi - public sex , reader is 18, virgin reader

༯ word count : 2.3k

The pastor's strong voice resonates through the halls of the cathedral.

Nayeon rests back in her seat, sighing as she listens to him drone on and on. It wasn’t that she wasn’t interested- it’s just that she had much better things to get acquainted with.

Like you; the young girl trembling before her in nothing but your tiny white panties, a cute pink bow situated on their front. “Aren’t they cute?” You’d whisper innocently, looking down.

Nayeon would chuckle, resting her larger hand on your thigh. “Very cute,” She whispered, her hand flexing as it rubbed slowly. “I like the bow.”

Her comment made you grin. “I bought them with my allowance.”

“Oh? Did you now?” Nayeon chuckles, tongue darting out to wet her lips. “I’ll bet you just love to dress up like a pretty doll for women like me, hm?”

Your heart flutters and you nod shyly. “…just you.”

A flash of possession rises in Nayeon as she smirks up at you. “That’s right, baby. I’m the only woman in your life that can touch you like this.”

A flush invades your face as you nod, looking away toward the door. “…what if someone comes in..?”

The older woman hummed, rubbing all up and down your thighs. “Then you’ll be a good girl and put on a nice show, right?”

You whimper at the thought.

“I think somebody liked that…” Nayeon smirked, leaning into pepper kisses along your tummy. “My pretty girl…”

“I..” Shyly, you rest your hand on Nayeon’s head. “…we shouldn’t go that far..it’s blasphemous..”

“To feel pleasure?”

“In a church..”

“So?” Nayeon chuckles, hand slipping to palm at your hip. “Good girls like to feel pleasure. And you’re a good girl, right?”

Guilt swelled in you but you pushed it away with quick nods. “Y-Yes…’m a good girl..”

“That’s right, there we go…”

The older woman’s hands had begun a path upward, rubbing up your waist and to your back— unclasping your bra and pulling it from you. You squeaked, shy and bashful as you hit your chest. “N-Nayeon…!”

“Shh, don’t hide from me, bunny…” She’d coo, prying your hands away to gaze in full at the gently swell and slope of your chest. “Mm, so cute…”

Nayeon had waited for this moment. In the few months she knew you, she’d been inching closer and closer. First— subtle brushes of her hand against your waist, hugs from behind, her larger hand enveloping your small one. Then, it extended to shy kisses behind the altar, in the back before you joined the congregation.

You were so shy and soft when she’d pull you into a kiss— so squirmy when she’d knead your breasts in her hands in the back of the church, teasing you up until you couldn’t take it. All of this, and Nayeon had just now seen you naked.

Well, almost naked anyway.

Her thumb slipped over one budding nipple, watching you bite your lip as you watched your body's reaction. “So soft…” Nayeon would murmur, teasing the taunt bud until you squirmed.

“Too much..”

“Hmm,” She’d coo toward you like a mother. “Little baby can’t handle it?”

You felt patronized and compelled to withstand her soft torture.

From there Nayeon would fondle you slowly, hands moving in circular motions as she squeezed occasionally. The heat you began to feel pooled at your feet, working its way up until you were slightly lost for breath and preening your sensitive breasts into her hands with quiet whimpers.

Beautiful noises, Nayeon thought. One in a million.

Your thighs would brush together, an embarrassing amount of arousal gathering. It was nothing like you’d ever experienced. Sure, the older woman would caress you in the back of the church frequently, but never for such a long period of time like this. Never enough to make you achy, especially not down there.

“Nayeon…” You whimpered softly.

Her eyes flit to yours and then down to your thighs, a wicked smirk taking over. “Oh? Did I get you worked up down here?”

“Hmph..” Your brows pinched together as you nodded.

“Poor thing,” Nayeon tutted, reaching down and patting your legs very gently where you stood- she swallowed audibly at the sight. “…I’ll bet you haven’t ever been touched here, hm?”

“N-No…”

“Not even by yourself?”

You looked away ashamedly and Nayeon drank in the sight with greed. There was something about you being so untouched that worked her up so much. “It’s okay, pretty girl,” she whispered affectionately. “Nayeon’s here to help…”

As she said that, her thumb came to graze over where your clit was through your panties, making you jump and let out a soft moan at the feeling. Heat flooded your cheeks.

“I-I’m sorry—“

“No need to apologize,” Nayeon chuckled, rubbing in achingly slow circles. “It’s natural…”

Beyond flustered you said nothing else, only reached down to lace your hands in her hair with quiet whimpers and moans.

Nayeon changed from her thumb to her pointer finger on her dominant hand, rubbing down your folds through the silk of your panties, and then back up— forming a rhythm as your tiny body squirmed above her.

“Feels nice?”

“…tingly..” You’d whimper out.

The urge to rip these damn panties off of you was eating Nayeon alive, especially when you whispered so prettily like that. She stood quickly, pulling away and moving to slip off her shirt. “Lay on the floor.”

Compelled, you dropped down obediently and laid on your back, swallowing as you watched the older woman’s skin be revealed.

She was slim yet fit, her pale skin flushed at the joints. Nayeon wore a simple black bra that hugged her chest in close- and when she took off her jeans you found she’d slipped on mismatched panties. It didn’t matter, her body was soon against yours anyways— her lips locking onto yours softly.

You’d kiss back hesitantly. Inexperienced and shy, as you always did with Nayeon. Her hands squeezed your hips and her tongue caressed yours— overpowering it and pushing it down as she explored your mouth with ease. In the end she left you panting, gasping for breath as she moved to kiss down your neck.

“N-Nayeon—“

“Shh…”

Her hands continued their rubbing and squeezing of your hips as she bit your neck enough to mark but not enough to break skin. Her kisses were hot and sloppy, and she left a trail of their warmth down your jaw as she kissed and sucked feverishly— marking this pretty angel as her own.

You’d kissed were a mess of whimpers, that achy feeling growing in your tummy as her lips met your breasts— sucking in a soft manner like a baby. You’d felt an odd affection swell as you cradled her head, meeting her hooded eyes and whimpering at the sight.

Pure lust.

Nayeon was like a demon, ravaging an angel for the first time.

You felt powerless, but not in a bad way. It was a relief. Getting touched for the first time. Feeling wanted by someone.

Her lips kissed down your stomach now, eyes glancing down and eyeing your wet cunt through your panties. “You’re so fucking wet…” Nayeon chuckles. “For an innocent virgin you’re a real whore…” and then her hands dragged down— tugging your panties with them until they were off and tossed across the room. Your father’s voice rang out in the church— echoing in your ears.

Blasphemy.

But why did it feel so good?

“P-Please..” You’d whimper, hips bucking up involuntarily as you sniffed and pouted.

Nayeon grinned. “I’m gonna touch you bunny, let me have some fun first.” And her lips went back to your body.

You were covered in stains of red lipstick and bites by the time she finished. Her teeth had imprinted onto you like a starving animal— marking your once clear skin all the way up. It left the ache worse to the point where you had begun to subtly grind against her knee for any support.

But Nayeon shut it down with a quick peck on your lips. “Be good now, okay?”

“Y-Yes..” You whimpered, nodding like a guilty pup. “Sorry…”

“It’s fine, I always knew you’d be a dirty girl anyway.” Nayeon’s hand ran over your thigh, making it shudder as you pouted.

“Dirty…?”

“Oh yes,” She hummed, nodding downward. “Just look at the mess you made on me. You’re begging like a pretty whore to be touched…”

You whimpered at the name. “You shouldn't say stuff like that…it’s bad…”

Nayeon shook her head. “Don’t preach right and wrong to me, little one. Just a second ago you were aching for me to touch your little pussy.”

You squeak. “Don’t call it that…!”

The older woman merely sighs, parting your thighs more and altering you so you have your legs pushed up, dripping center on display for her. “Sorry wet and needy…a tight little virgin all for me..”

“Ngh..” You noised, flustered and wanton.

Course Nayeon and that husky tone she used with you.

“If you say you’re sorry for preaching to me..” Nayeon began, her pointer finger just barely grazing your folds. “I’ll touch you…”

“I’m so sorry.”

The quickness in your tone made her perk, and she laughed softly. “So obedient…my, my.”

After a thoughtful moment of consideration, Nayeon lowered herself to be positioned between your legs. You flushed up to your ears— feeling her breath against you. “W-Wait, that’s—!”

Too late.

Nayeon’s tongue had licked a slow strip from your entrance up to your clit, rolling the ball around with a mix of her saliva and your arousal. It made you squirm instantly, hips bucking your pussy into her mouth.

Her free hand holds your leg patiently as her other hand runs its fingers through your wet folds, inching down to your entrance while her mouth busies itself with your clit.

“N-Nayeon…!” You squirmed, eyes squeezing shut. Your inexperience led to a short amount of fear, a coil tightening on your stomach—

With that, Nayeon’s fingers dip down to your entrance and she pushes inside– caressing your hymen at first before shoving in fully. You let out a noise of pain followed quickly by a moan of pleasure as her fingers thrust in and out of your tight little cunt– loosening you nicely for her.

Nayeon’s lips pull off your clit, eyes falling to watch the erotic sight of her fingers pushing and pulling in and out of you, as you squeezed around her like a vice. “Goddamn…” She cursed, looked back at you and then down again. “You take me so well…”

A moan falls from your lips as she fingers you faster, building you swiftly up to the edge, and it’s almost embarrassing how needy you are for more. The feeling of a knot building in your tummy makes you tremble, body shaking as you whimper.

“F-Feel icky…”

“Are you going to cum?” Nayeon husks, kissing at your leg as she digs her lithe fingers inside of your cunt even more. “Mmm…you’re squeezing so tightly around me babygirl…wanna cum for me? Let the whole cathedral hear the Priests little bitch whimpering like a pup as she’s fucked?”

“N-Ngh..~” Your hips shake as you press closer, nodding mindlessly. “Y-Yes— oh God, please—“

“Ah, it’s so bad to say that~” Nayeon tutted, smirking as she watched your eyes fill with tears from the pleasure. It only served to turn her on more. “That’s so sexy…cry for me baby..”

You whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut as the tears fell and your body continued to shake. “P-Please— feels so good—“

“Oh yeah?” Nayeon leaned back down- moving her fingers quicker. “I’ll bet you don’t even know how to finish, hm?”

“N-No..-“ You whimpered, sniffling messily as she fingered you. “P-Please—“

“Do you feel…” Her free hand slid up and pressed on your tummy, right where that knot was building. “Right here. A lot of warmth? Maybe a lot of tingles that make your legs feel like jelly…?”

You nodded messily, hips bucking.

“Good, good.” Nayeon cooed, leaning down to kiss at your neck as she continued. “Take a deep breath for me and relax your body— it’ll feel weird baby, but you just have to trust me…”

You did as she said, a soft cry leaving as your arms wrapped around her neck needily. “A-Ah..~ feels like- like-“

“I know,” Nayeon chuckles, her hand squeezing your hip now as she looked down and watched her fingers. “You’re not going to do…that, just trust me, and let it all go, okay?”

“B-But—“

“Come on, Y/n, be a good girl for me..” She’d husk, watching you squirm so desperately as you tried to hold in what you thought was something else. “Let go..”

You were panting and whining but had no choice but to listen to her— and so, with a heavy amount of hesitation, you let the final wave of pleasure roll through you like a blinding light as tears sprung into your eyes again— a choked sob leaving your tiny shaking form.

“Fuck—!”

Nayeon’s eyes widened slightly, a smirk pulling at her lips. God, you were perfect. She kept her fingers going steady until you had physically whined and moved away, a laugh bubbling from her. “Okay, okay, i’m sorry,” She smiled, pulling you back and cradling you against her body. “You did so well…”

“M-Mph..” Your face lodged its way into her neck. “…d-do you think anyone heard—“

You were cut off by the door opening.

“Great heavens!”

“Ah..this is rather private,” Nayeon grinned wickedly, shielding your body from the wide eyes of the congregation. Your dad pushed through and she quickly grabbed a shirt, slipping it over your body to hide you. “Time to go, little bunny. They found us~”

[cry4mina]

Death of Peace of Mind

(Dom!Momo x Fem!reader)

Word Count: 4.6k

Pure Filthy Smut/Maybe fluff if you squint?

Summary: You spend the afternoon being a brat to Momo via text and you pay for it later.

TW: this is literally just fucking. If that��s not something you want to read, please don’t! Strap ons, mommy kink, breeding kink, Momo is a top!, reader is a brat. Yeah.

A/N: Thanks to Momo brain rot for this happening and the moots for listening to me ramble about this for days. @nr1chaedickrider for the breeding kink ideaaaaaaaa.

“Alright babe, I’m leaving for practice…I have a meeting afterwards so I’ll be out a little later than usual.” leaning down to kiss you goodbye as you lay on the couch.

She’s wearing a black cropped tank top that leaves nothing to the imagination, abs and arms out for the world to see. Dad hat holding her hair out of her face and some leggings that hug her figure so beautifully that it makes your mouth water with the thought of tasting her.

Grabbing the back of her head, taking her hat off and pulling her closer to you creating a little more passion, shifting to sit up, holding her tightly while biting down lightly on her bottom lip and tugging.

Momo moans into your mouth, getting lost in you for a moment as you maneuver her on top of you, her knee between your legs and her body pressed against yours. Grinding down on her thigh lightly and running your nails softly over her muscular back in an attempt to snare her into your trap.

“I have to go, my love. You make it so hard to leave when you’re so needy for me. I’ll take care of you later, okay?” whispered merely centimeters away from your lips in a sultry tone, before she stood up and tried to head for the door. Hand not willing to let her go as you yank her back to you, causing her to stumble and fall on top of you.

Momo giggles, caressing your face as she kisses you passionately causing your hips to start lightly rocking against her body again, desperate for her touch.

“Do me a favor, baby?” innocence lacing the tone of her voice as she gets up grabbing her keys and heads for the door.

“Hm?” eyes filled with hunger as you follow her with every movement, hoping she will skip practice and stay between your legs.

“Don’t touch yourself while I’m gone.” Blowing you a kiss with a cheeky smile and stepping out of the door.

Scoffing and rolling your eyes, looking at the clock to see it was only 3:45pm. Even more frustrated knowing she won’t be home until 9ish tonight, you pout to yourself, missing her touch.

You flick on the TV for background noise so you could scroll through your phone and try to keep your mind off of your loving girlfriend.

—

7:30pm on the clock and your want for her only gets deeper, unable to keep her out of your head space for long. The fire in your stomach aches, thinking of the ways she could defile you and resisting the urge to slide your hands down the front of your pants.

Momo was always so sweet and gentle with you, having a dominant streak in the softest way. You wanted to see how far you could push her and if she would actually break when you did.

A smirk on your face as you open your messages, knowing she would be in her meeting around the rest of twice and her managers discussing their latest come back. You were going to insert yourself into her thoughts.

You: Baby

Momo: Hi honey, almost done

You: I need you

Momo: What's wrong, my love?

Momo: Is everything okay?

You: I miss the way you say my name

Momo: ??

She had to know what you meant but you were going to make sure she knew what was going to happen when she got home.

You: I miss the way you taste

Momo: Y/n…don’t start this right now…I told you I’d be home later to take care of you.

Putting your hand into your underwear and snapping a picture of what seems to be you touching yourself and sending it to her. Imagining her face when she sees it, in a room full of people that know her well enough to know when she’s flustered. Her turning bright red in anger thinking you’re doing exactly what she told you not to do.

You: *photo*

Momo: *thumbs down react*

Momo: Y/n…I told you not to touch yourself and you’re doing it anyway?

The plan to push her buttons was in full motion, sensing her annoyance already seeping into the tone of her texts.

Usually, you were on your best behavior for her but not today. She left you aching and unattended, did she really expect you to wait?

You: Maybe…what are you going to do about it? You aren’t here to stop me.

Giggling at provoking her, hoping you’d get an amplified version of your sweet adoring girlfriend.

Momo: You better stop or I won’t give you what you want when I get home.

You: Make me 😏

Imagining the fire behind Momo’s eyes with her jaw clenched in anger made you drip with anticipation of her arrival home. A new game ensued. How many of her buttons could you push before she got home? How angry can you make her before she gets here?

Momo: Fine. If you want to fuck yourself, do it.

Sighing immediately, was she really going to give in so easily and let you get away with this? It barely even started. Glaring into nothing as you toss your phone on the table, only to hear it vibrate again almost immediately.

Momo: You better not stop.

Momo: You aren’t allowed to cum. I want you ready for me when I get there.

The knot in your stomach tightens at the response you weren’t expecting, realizing she was just as ready to play this game as you were as another ping comes through.

Momo: That’s an order.

A smirk made its way to your face, snapping another picture of your waistband, no hand present down the front this time and sending it off.

Half lidded eyes anticipating her response, hips starting to move on their own without any stimulation, just thinking about what she would do to you if you kept annoying her this way.

Momo: Then I won’t help you cum later.

Momo: Why would I want to help a brat who doesn’t want to help herself?

Momo: Maybe I’ll just get you all riled up and leave you soaked and useless, ruining your panties for me.

Momo: I won’t give you anything you want, slut.

Oh, she is pissed. She’s only ever called you a slut once before and you had to beg her to do it. After years of trying to break her of her soft-top tendencies, she was finally catching onto what you wanted from her and applying it full force.

Whimpering into the quiet room you were laying in, a wet spot accumulating quickly underneath you, imagining her with her hands around your throat as you formulate your response carefully.

You: You wouldn’t be able to resist me dripping for you.

You: You think just because I push a few of your buttons, you won’t make me cum?

You: Aren't you going to take what’s yours?

“I wonder how far I can take this…” thinking out loud as you type out your next message. Momo was already furious with you, why not see how far you could push before she broke.

You: Or should I get someone else to take care of me, since you won’t?

Holding your breath as you wait, only having to wait a few seconds before the messages roll in.

Momo: …Someone else?? Oh, honey.

Momo: You are mine. I’ll be sure to remind you of that later.

A wave of heat flushes through your entire body, you loved how possessive over you she was. Always lightly marking you up anytime she could, even in public when someone looked at you a little longer than needed. Momo would pull you a little closer and bite down hard enough for you to moan in an act of dominance.

Maybe this time her marks would be darker.

Momo: You are lucky you aren’t here.

Momo: I’d have you under this desk on all fours, centimeters away from my pussy. No touching. No licking. Nothing.

Momo: Just making you watch me fuck myself.

Momo: Maybe I’d let you suck in my fingers, just to remind you of my taste.

Eye wide at the response, mouth open in pure shock at what she just said to you. You’d never seen her react this way before and you were very eager to explore it.

You: Come home, now.

Hastily typed out. Aching at the idea of Momo fucking the brat out of you.

Momo: No.

Momo: But maybe I’ll show you what I mean when I get there…I’ll make you wish you never started this.

Momo: Don't test me.

Thinking about how you could provoke her more when a lovely idea pops into your head. You slide your sweats off, pull your panties to the side and run your fingers down your slit and gather your slick, spreading it over your folds. Parting your lips, taking a picture of it and sending it off to Momo.

You: *photo*

Momo: My pathetic little whore.

A chill down your spine causes you to squirm senselessly at her response, moaning lightly into the empty room as she stokes the fire building within you.

You: Yes, baby?

Momo: I bet you’re clenching around nothing just thinking about me.

Momo: I’ll get you so god damn close and then ruin every orgasm you have.

Momo: Keep going to see how this ends for you.

Smirking and knowing you have her exactly where you want her.

You: I want you to ruin me and I’m going to push you until you give me exactly what I want.

Momo: Oh baby, I’m going to ruin you.

Momo: But don’t cry when I don’t let you cum.

You: I’ll cum before you get home.

Relentlessly poking at the tensions building between the two of you, glancing at the clock to see 8:18pm. She’ll be on her way home soon and maybe you’ll ignore her until she’s in front of you.

Momo: You better fucking not.

Momo: I swear y/n if i come home and you are anywhere near close to cumming, you’ll regret it.

Five minutes goes by and your phone is vibrating without any break in sight, just watching her messages come in and giggling to yourself as her rage shows its face.

Momo: You desperate little brat, you better not be doing what I think you’re doing.

Momo: You have 3 minutes to answer me or you’ll regret it!

Phone ringing as Momo calls you, smile across your face as you try to answer the phone with a careless tone.

“Hello?”

“What are you doing?” tone riddled with animosity.

“Laying on the couch watching TV…what are you doing?” Nonchalantly thrown back at her.

“Excuse me?” Scoffing at the audacity of you being so calm after what you pulled during her meeting.

“You’re just going to pretend like you didn’t jus- you know what…I’ll see you soon.” hanging up the phone immediately.

You’re surprised as she ends the call abruptly and try to patiently wait for her arrival, deciding to add a little spice to this already heated situation.

Running upstairs and stripping almost completely nude, leaving a trail of clothes behind you. How mad would she be if she came home and saw you touching yourself over your underwear on her side of the bed?

—

You didn’t start until you heard the front door open, slowly sliding your fingers down to your cloth covered folds. You’re absolutely sopping wet when you hear her exclaim at your trail of clothes, followed by an annoyed chuckle.

“Oh…you fucking bitch.” Grimaced through teeth, followed by heavy footsteps up the stairs. Excitement quickly spreads across your face, hastily trying to hide it before she sees.

The bedroom door flies open, slamming against the wall as Momo steps through the threshold with her jaw clenched, brows furrowed, and a scowl that could’ve turned the meanest person into a crying mess.

“What the fuck do you think your doing?” calmly said through gritted teeth as she watches you rub your clit through your soaked underwear.

“Baking cookies.” taking your finger and bringing it to your mouth to slowly suck the slick that seeped through the fabric of your panties off of them, making direct eye contact with a flushed Momo.

“Did you want a taste, baby?” smug in your expression, so proud of how livid she looks, when suddenly a slight smile forms on her face.

This causes your gaze to drop instantly as she goes into your closet and pulls out one of her black silk ties. Leaning nonchalantly onto the frame, making direct eye contact with you as she loops the smooth fabric within itself to create a pair of make-shift handcuffs, slowly sauntering over to you as she tightens a few of the knots before stopping short at the edge of the bed.

“Get up.” cold as ice from her lips, one her eyebrows raised at you as she gathers her hair and pulls it up into a small ponytail, a few locks hanging to shape her face.

Completely stunned by the energy she’s emitting, unable to do anything but gawk at how enticing she looked when she was this angry. Watching it steam off of her when she suddenly grabbed your ankles and pulled you to the edge of the bed, causing you to squeal out of shock.

A hand slides from your stomach up your chest, fingertips dancing on your skin as she clamps her hand around your throat and pulls you up into a seated position, squeezing lightly and getting an inch from your face.

“Since my little slut thinks it’s okay to do whatever she wants, regardless of what I say, I’m going to show you what being a defiant whore gets you.” grabbing one of your wrists as she crawls into the bed behind you, pulling your arm with her and fastening it next to the other one, tightening just enough so you can’t wiggle out.

This new side of Momo had you leaking for whatever was next, watching her remove the black tank top and leggings, exposing her bare breasts and red thong with a sizable wet spot on it.

“Seems like you might like me being a defiant bitch…” slyly said as you tug at the restraints, unintentionally making them tighter as you pull.

Chuckling to herself as she pushes you down onto your back by your chest, going over to the nightstand to pull something out of the drawer where you keep the toys. She throws something on the bed, you were too focused on her to even know what it was.

“Awh, look at how your pussy weeps for me. Aren’t you just a perfect little slut for Mommy?” dragging a single finger up your drenched underwear causing a whimper to erupt from you as she licks your nectar off her middle digit.

“Is my baby so needy? Desperate for me to touch her? You’ll watch before you touch…If I allow you to touch.” climbing over top of you and hovering her cunt so close to your face as she teases you.

“I’ll just fuck myself over your face and make you watch. I’ll make you regret defying me” as a hand descends down to her slit, lightly rubbing her swollen clit over the lace that barely hides it.

Your entire body is on fire as you watch the way she rocks her hips over your face, thighs clenched as she makes sure to be louder than normal for you, torturing you with her moans as she grinds on her own hand, smacking your thighs behind her to stop you from gaining any pleasure by your own doing.

“Please” urgently escapes your lips before you can stop it as you tilt your neck up, trying to taste her. Warm breath causes her to let out a string of whimpers before finding a seat on your chest, legs starting to tremble as she speeds up the pace she’s tracing her slit.

Feeling how warm her slick is as she toys with her clit over the fabric right in front of your face. She’s got the most desperate look in her half lidded eyes as she pulls her panties to the side and makes you watch her spread her wetness around her folds.

“That’s right - fuck -, you better fucking beg.” gasped through blushed cheeks. She’s dripping onto your chest as you squirm underneath her, pulsating the words you rarely heard in the times you’ve seen Momo get a little more aggressive than usual.

“Please, I’ve waited for you all day…I need you.” aching as you plead for her to give you something, anything, to satiate the burn between your legs, slowly starting to thrust your hip light.

“…mmm, do you really think you deserve it after what you did? After all, you can’t do one little thing for me - shit- …why should I reward a disobedient brat like you?” cursing at the sensation she was giving herself.

“Be-...because you love me…?” pouting underneath her, catching her a little off guard. She slows down in her stutter, grabbing you hair roughly as she scoots up closer to your chin.

“Open your mouth.” Harshly stated through gritted teeth, eyes glaring down at your fuck me eyes and smirk of defiance, clenching your jaw just to show her you are, in fact, going to make her work for this.

“ I said, " Open. Your mouth.” half hissed as she tightened her grip on your hair, pulling you up to her drenched core. Sticking your tongue out immediately and tasting the sweet juices of a livid momo.

Scooting closer with legs on the sides of your head, she grinds into you at full force, clit hitting your nose and gliding down to your chin. Simply using your face the way that she pleased when she picks up her speed, how was she already this close?

Her flavor permeates your senses, dripping down your neck as she rides your tongue faster, leaning back to lightly tease your clit over the ruined panties you were wearing, causing you to moan desperately into her core.

Shuttering at the vibrations, bucking her hips faster as she lets out one of the most guttural moans you’ve ever heard from her. Moving your face as fast as you can against her, attempting to help her ride out the feeling, her clenching as your tongue passes her entrance.

“Fuck…now you want to be good for me?” harshly questioned as she gets up off your face and removes her underwear for good. Standing naked before you, muscles on display for you to see before she kneels down between your legs, throwing them over her shoulders and bringing her face to your cunt.

“Do you think you’re desperate enough to cum like this?” taking a long lick right up the center of you.

“Or should I be nice and remove these?” lightly slapping your clit, not allowing you to reply, as she pulls the elastic- completely snapping it to remove your panties, nails leaving marks on your hips as she watches you drip for her, leaking effortlessly onto the sheets.

“Such a shame you lost your touching privileges…I’d love for you to grab my head and ride my face the way you usually do, but I think tonight I’ll give you a taste of your own medicine.” breathed out onto your cunt before she sticks her tongue out, lightly teasing by softly tracing only the tip on your lips, grazing past your clit gently just to hear you whimper for her.

Thrusting as much as you could underneath her grip and she teased you, giving you the smallest stimulation she could just to make you insane, knowing exactly how needy and desperate you were for her. She couldn’t help but make it worse.

“Please Mommy. - mmhm- I need yo-” cut off by the feeling of Momo’s tongue coasting through your folds with ease. Mixing her saliva with your slick, moaning while she explores every part of your cunt. Lapping up your heat and making her way to your clit, lightly suckling on it before backing away completely.

“Momo -please- I’ll do whatever you want! I’ll be good, just please touch me.” aching as you make your offer to your counterpart, whose head is tilted, lips pursed and hunger in her eyes as she looks up at you from between your legs.

“Whatever I want?” questioned back at you before she chuckles to herself, not breaking eye contact.

“I think we knew that was going to happen with or without that offer, honey.” batting her eyelashes at you before winking and slithering closer to you.

A loud gasp from your lips as Momo’s tongue finds your clit again, stimulation immediately causing you to moan her name loud enough to suck harshly at you. A groan from her as she slides 2 fingers into you so easily she doesn’t even need to wait for you to adjust.

“Needy slut’s been thinking about my mouth all day, hm?” between licks as she starts to roughly curl her fingers up, no build up to the pleasure she was giving you. Intense, rough, fast thrusts overstimulating you into speechlessness as your entire body tenses. You’re about to cum and you can’t even tell her.

She realizes what’s happening but it’s too late. You’re already arching your back at the rush of adrenaline when she removes herself from you, fully. Ruining the rest of the orgasm for you, completely causing you to shriek loudly as tears filled your eyes.

“Why the fuck did you do that?” as you try to break your restraint so you can take control.

“I told you that I wasn’t going to let you cum.” smacking your pussy again before grabbing the toy she removed from the drawer.

Your eyes focus on what she’s got in her hands as she’s placing it inside of herself, and adjusting the straps and the front so it grinds when she does. Immediately, you realize it’s the one you never use. The one that’s a little bigger than you prefer.

Approaching you again, strap lining up with you as she slides up across your clit, jolting and groaning curses underneath her. Shockwaves from the orgasm she just stole from you returning, quaking as she slides it back down, teasing you until you start bucking your hips at her.

“Awh, is my spoiled brat rutting against me? So desperate to cum?” catching the tip of the strap at your entrance just to tease you, pausing for a second as she spits on your swollen pussy, making eye contact with you as she does.

Getting up to cut off your pleasure yet again, you are instantly frustrated and on the brink of tears, letting out a wail; you’re beyond words at this point.

Momo rolls you over and arches your back for you, placing a pillow underneath your stomach for leverage. Grinding her strap along your slit again before sliding all the way inside you, bottoming out completely, causing a languid moan to erupt from both of you.

“I don’t care if you cum, I’m going to use you until I do,” laying against you and gnawing at your shoulders, being sure to mark you up while she slowly starts to slide in and out of you. Tapping your hips to signal you to make a wider stance as she sinks into you with great force. Slamming over and over again causing you to jolt everytime she hits your cervix.

Vision is blurred, words slurring and completely a mess as she continues quickly pounding you. You’re incoherently moaning and squealing as she slides past every single sensitive spot inside of you. Grabbing your restraints, pulling you up by them as she rails into you aggressively, chasing her own pleasure.

“You’re just -shit- a fucking toy…for me to…cum in” the sound of skin slapping and guttural noises fill the room when your brain registers what was just spoken. To cum…in? Oh!

“Fill me, Mommy! -fuck baby- Make me yours!” Whimpered out, grinning to yourself as you felt the knot of your stomach tighten. She pounds incessantly into you, clenching around her as she starts pistoning her hips harder.

Momo pulls you flush against her and wraps her forearm around your neck, halfway choking you while one of her hands finds its place on your lower stomach to hold you in place.

Soft grunts falling from her mouth as she bites into your neck harshly before whispering, “gonna fill you.”

The build up inside you is quick as you involuntarily clench around her again, almost stopping her movement in its tracks, seeing stars as you gush around her muted movements, practically screaming as your body twitches against her.

“Good girl,” as Momo’s dominance falters along with her pace, becoming sporadic in nature as she tries to hold you up, attempting to force her orgasm away so she can overstimulate you. Ramming into you with no rhythm at all causing euphoria in your stomach as you clench around her again.

“You’re so lucky this is a strap,” gasping as she tightens her grip on you.

“I’d breed you like the little bitch you are, if I could.” nails digging into your skin, leaving crescent shaped indents along your hip.

“Cum in me” breathed between jolts as she gave her last few hard strokes before she let out a snarl, climaxing as she continued to rock into you, letting you fall back onto the bed as she rode it out in you.

Both of you completely fucked out as she pulls the strap out of you. Letting out a whine at the empty feeling as she unties your hands and picks you up bridal style, only to lay you down on your side of the bed, laying by your side, holding you and shifting hair out of your face.

Kissing you passionately for the first time that night and brings you closer to her. You can’t help but feel a sense of calm facing each other and laying in one other’s arms.

“So…breeding kink, huh? That’s new.” teasing her through your sleep laced voice.

“Don’t ruin the moment, I’m still not happy with you.” Kissing your forehead and smiling, despite her words.

Raising your hand up and pulling her face down to connect your lips, pulling her close to you and grinding down onto the cum soaked strap she was still wearing.

Momo’s hand finds its way to the strap and points it up as you grind causing it to slip inside you. Legs now holding onto her torso as she lightly pumps her waist forward into you.

“Fuck, it hurts so good.” whimpered into her ear, continuing by snapping her hips into you.

“I told you, you couldn’t resist me…why did you even try?” as your third orgasm was approaching, she’s circling your swollen clit with her fingers and watching your face contort with her movements.

“I’m gonna cum,” when she pulls out again, removing her hand from you, quickly undoing the leather on her sides and discarding the harness and source of pleasure to the floor, huge smile on her face.

The absolute earth shattering quack inside of you is almost unbearable as she turns to face the opposite direction, wiggling into her spot and letting out a satisfied sigh.

“Momo…you’re kidding, right?” in disbelief, thrusting your hips into nothing as you whine for her.

“Remember this the next time you decide you want to be disobedient.” sharply exhaled as she drifted into a soft sleep.

Death of Peace of Mind - Part 2 - Sugar

[airaibunny]

momo x reader - “it’s you” (warnings: smut[dom reader], angst with happy ending, sexual boundaries being pushed, crying, self deprecation, fingering, oral, heavy jealousy, spanking, cursing, degradation, slight praise, i feel like i’m forgetting something else…)

a/n: req!(“I’m obsessed with concept of being friends with benefits where the reader or member secretly has feelings for the other and gets jealous. If you could, could you do another friends w/ benefits but with Momo?”)okay, idk how this turned into angst like literally i went into it just wanting to make it rough sex. i rolled with it though, if it sucks pls tell me to stfu and stick to smut. hope you like this train wreck, mind you this was entirely written in 2 hours on a plane so like🙏

HEAVY HEAVY CONTENT WARNING, TAKE THE TAGS VERY SERIOUSLY PLEASE

word count: 2.3k

low moans fill your dorm room as the sweat makes your hair stick to your forehead. with your face between her thighs, momo’s sickeningly sweet scent engulfs your nose. you praise her every sound, “just like that, you sound so pretty,” you coo, “you’re doing so well for me.”

her release comes with a gasp and you greedily lap up everything spilling out of her. your tongue glides up and down her folds, devoted to letting her completely give out.

you come up, wiping your mouth with your fingers and licking her off of them. “you were wonderful as always.”

“hm.” she’s still not thinking clearly, her attempt at a response coming out as a moan. you laugh and get up to find your clothes.

“are you leaving?” she sits up in bed, wiping her hair out of her face. “we’ve been in here too long, they’re going to wonder what we’re doing.” she flops back down. “i’ll be out there in a few.”

after you put all your clothes on, you walk to the door. your hand lays on the doorknob motionless for a few seconds, deciding on whether it should turn it or not.

if you’re being honest with yourself, you don’t want to leave.

momo completely consumes every one of your thoughts. there’s not a single event in your day that you don’t connect to her. you can’t wait for the one or two hours a day you get to have her all to yourself, even if she just sees it as sex. when you’re with her, you swear the world outside could end and you wouldn’t notice. she has become your everything, but you’re not the same to her.

to her, you’re just a friend she casually fucks. nothing more, nothing less. of course you feel incredibly lucky that you at least get to have this, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t yearn for more.

you want to tell everyone she’s yours and only yours, on all fronts.

but you can’t just bring it up to her, you would never be able to move on if she rejected you. even on days when she’s especially clingy and really makes you think she wants the same thing, you still tell yourself you’re over-analyzing.

“did you freeze?” she asks from behind you. you push the door and walk out, not making eye contact with her.

you start making your way to the kitchen to drink water and run into dahyun on the way there. “do you know if momo is in her room?” “she is.”

she walks away, but turns around again before leaving. “is she alone?”

‘why do you care?’

you think to yourself, of course you don’t respond with that, but it takes a great deal of self control not to.

“yes, she is.” you give her a fake smile and continue on your way to the kitchen.

“you’re so great at hiding when you’re angry.” mina teases as soon as she sees you. you roll your eyes at her and grab a glass of water. “were you with her just now?”

mina is the only person you’ve told about you and momo, your feelings for her included. it’s not that you don’t trust your other members; you just trust mina the most. with the others, there’s always a possibility that they might let it slip when they don’t mean to, but you know mina it’s ditzy enough to do that.

“yes.” you take a sip of your water and look down, trying to avoid mina’s gaze. “i’m tired of speaking to you about this, you know you’ll have to confess eventually. you’re destroying yourself, y/n.” she might not be telling anyone, but she sure as hell loves to hammer you about it.

“i know,” you sigh, “but how?” she walks beside you and pulls you into a hug. “you know what i have to say to that.” “yeah, yeah, whatever ‘it doesn’t matter how.’” she’s right, you’re very aware of that, but can’t bring yourself to do it.

“i’m going with everyone else, you coming?” you tell her you’ll be there shortly and let her leave. you stay sitting and contemplating your situation for a few more minutes until you decide to join your fellow members.

as soon as you walk into the living room your eyes dart towards momo, curled up next to dahyun. it instantly makes you see red, and very noticeably apparently because mina shoots you a knowing look.

you sit right across from them, glaring at them. you grit your teeth every time dahyun rubs momo’s leg or turns to whisper in her ear. you know that you all have a very close bond, and this is by no means out of the ordinary, but you can’t handle it when it involves with momo.

you also know she’s allowed to be with other people if so she desires, but if that’s what’s happening, is she really that shameless?

“y/n!?” jihyo yells beside you and you jump. “are you listening or just sitting there?” you are, in fact, not listening, too focused on the two people in front of you.

“sorry, i’m listening.”

“so what do you think?” you stare at her in confusion and your lie becomes evident. “ugh, never mind. i was saying that…” you tune her out again as you watch momo toss her head back in laughter at something dahyun said.

nothing could possibly be that fucking funny.

an hour passes of the same thing; momo and dahyun’s antics being met with your cold stare. that’s why you don’t waste a second when momo gets up and heads to the bathroom.

you make sure nobody can see down the hallway and follow her. she almost shuts the door, but you push it pack and step inside with her.

“oh sorry, i didn’t notice you.” she says, a fake pout on her lips.

“save it.” you walk closer to her, pushing her back until her ass hits the counter. “do you get off by being a slut on display, huh? does having people watch you be a whore turn you on?”

she smirks at you, acting like she’s completely unaware of what you’re saying. you see right through her, her rosy cheeks and labored breathing tell you she’s already dripping.

“what do you mean, are you jealous because of dahyun? do you not like seeing her touch me?” she gets really close, you can feel her breath on your neck.

fuck, even if you can tell what she’s doing, she knows how to push your buttons.

you grab her waist and turn her around, slamming her hips against the counter. she lets out a whine, but you’re too deep in your head to worry about whether it was in pain or pleasure.

“me, jealous?” you laugh, holding her in place, bent over the counter for you. “i just feel so bad for you. are you really that desperate? one girl isn’t enough, you need two?”

you rip off her shorts and panties, delighting in their soaked state. as soon as her ass is exposed, you land a hard hit on it. her back arches and you spank her again, harder. she whimpers with each slap and you can see her pussy growing wetter.

“that gets you really excited, look at that.” you dip your fingers between her folds, a silky string of her glistening slick attached to them when you take them off.

you grab her wrists behind her back, pulling her up by her hair at the same time. you think maybe you’re being a little too rough for a second, but your jealousy completely blinds you.

you shove her once again, against the door this time. you angrily let go of her hair and your hand flys to her ass, spanking her again. your own pussy throbs when you can perfectly make out your hand print on it.

“ow, y/n…” a tears rolls down her cheek and you chuckle at her. “oh c’mon, i thought you liked being treated like a bitch.”

another tear comes, then another. you’d normally ask her if she was alright, but you’re truly not yourself in this moment. seeing her so close with dahyun awakened something you didn’t know you had in you.

you fingers dive right into her entrance without teasing or warning, making her cry out.

“y/n, that hurts!”

her tears don’t stop. you’ve never been this way with her, but now you’re thinking you should’ve done this sooner. she looks absolutely stunning breaking down for you.

“crocodile tears, you know you love this.” she sobs, whining every time your fingers harshly re-enter her.

“they’re not, please…”

you hear her, but you don’t process what she’s saying. “oh shut the fuck up, whore.” another slap on her ass, right on top of the red handprint from before.

“stop, please, stop!”

only when she’s repeatedly begging you to stop do you remove your fingers and ease up, realizing you were basically cutting off her breathing with how hard you were pressing her against the door.

her legs immediately give out on her and she nearly falls to the ground, but you catch her before she does so.

you’re still in shock at what you just did, muttering countless apologies to her. she doesn’t react, just cries.

you hurriedly put her clothes back on and lead her to her bedroom, looking down the hallway to make sure none of the other girls can see you.

you lock the door when you step inside and carry her to the bed. “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry.” your own tears form in your eyes, you feel like a monster. why are you crying? you’re the one who did this to her. if you love her so much, why’d you do this?

“momo, i’m sorry.” her sobs keep coming, each one deepening your wound even more.

“why were you like that?” she asks, wiping some of the still cascading tears from her face. you stay silent, too ashamed to give her an honest reply. “i don’t deserve an answer?”

“i went too far, i’m sorry.” you turn away, not wanting her to see your tears. she pulls your shoulder and makes you face her. “but why?” your heart breaks as you get a good look at her beautiful eyes completely bloodshot, and her rosy cheeks red and sticky with tears.

“because i’m a fucking idiot, and i kept things in for too long, and i just let them all pour out in the worst way possible. i’m sorry momo, i’m so, so sorry.” you break down, sobbing just as hard as she is. “i’ve,” you think about your next words very carefully, “i’ve loved you for so long, momo. i didn’t know how to say it. my incompetence just ended up hurting you, i’m so sorry.”

you feel even worse as her hand trembles on your cheek, wiping away the tears. you take it into your own, turning your face to kiss it.

“you’re not incompetent,” you cut her off. “no, don’t console me, i’m not the one in need of that.” she moves closer to you, settling in on your shoulder and grabbing both of your hands in hers. you can still see the tears falling from her eyes and onto her lap, only serving to make your own sorrows multiply.

“i haven’t been the brightest either.” you turn your face to look at her and she does the same. “asking you to just have sex with me seemed easier than asking you to be my girlfriend.”

you’re in utter shock for a few seconds, her sentence hitting you like a train.

all of this performing and going around in circles you’ve been doing for so long because you thought she didn’t feel the same way, you could’ve skipped all of that?

you should be ecstatic about this, but you won’t let yourself. you hurt her, you hurt her really bad. how could she ever forgive you?

“i’m so sorry i didn’t say anything sooner.” she starts audibly crying again and buries her head into your neck. you lift her face up, holding it in your hands. “why are you apologizing? don’t do that, please, don’t apologize to me for anything.”

for the first time in however many months this has been happening, she crashes her lips into yours. kissing always felt like a thing for couples in a weird way, which you both stressed you weren’t.

“momo…” she closes the distant between you two again, making your lips connect. you don’t try pulling away this time, you let her take the lead. the kiss is deep and passionate, perfectly matched to her lips. right now, her lips feel infinitely better on your own than they do anywhere else on your body. she’s heavenly; too good for you.

“momo, i’m so sorry.”

“i forgive you, y/n, i’ll always forgive you.”

more tears spill out of your eyes, how could she forgive you? “you can’t do that.”

her own tears still stain her face as she grabs your shirt into a fist, making you foreheads touch. “you do not get decide that for me.” she pauses to kiss you again. “i want you, i want you so bad, and you’re not going to pull away now that i know you feel the same way.” she sniffles, looking into your eyes while coming up with her next words.

“please don’t pull away.” you take her into your arms, you both still gasping for air from crying.

“i won’t.”

you wipe the hair from her face, wanting to admire every little detail.

“i love you so much, i’ll never make you feel like that again, i promise.”

she looks at you with pure admiration in her eyes.

“i love you too, and i believe you.”

[tcubunny]

switch!tzuyu x switch!fem!reader - “trying our best” (warnings: smut, praise, breast play, scissoring, clit stimulation, oral)

a/n: thank u to my pookie @soyeonsbabygirl for proof reading 🤗 first time writing for tzuyu, kinda nervy. i’ve had this idea in my head from the second i thought up this au. small issue that we’re going to fix with our imagination, as always: let’s pretend jyp is strict on hotel rooms and if the company placed/booked/whatever-the-balls two specific members in a room, they HAVE to the be ones who share it🙏idk if i’m lying ab the switch tags bc i think that’s what’s happening, but idk tbh. maybe if i feel generous in the future ill write a fic about how her and the reader ended up getting caught and what their punishment was. for now, much love and enjoy pookabutts😘

word count: 1.8k

“goodnight you two, don’t do anything you know you’re not supposed to.”

jeongyeon warns and gives you and tzuyu a kiss before walking to the door and shutting it behind her.

you and tzuyu are the best girls for your unnies, you never get in trouble. your notoriously great behavior has fully merited their trust, yet letting you two share a hotel room still seemed risky. everyone insisted that being alone with each other would be too tempting, but there was nothing they could do about it.

you both promised—specifically to jihyo that you would sleep on separate beds, and wouldn’t try anything, and you plan to follow through on that promise.

“are you tired?” tzuyu’s voice bellows throughout the room. “i guess.” you get up and lock the door before walking to the other bed. “well, goodnight.” tzuyu turns off her bedside lamp and lays down, draping the covers over herself.

“goodnight.” you do the same as her and get comfortable. you close your eyes, trying your best to clear your head, but you’re far too hyper-aware of the fact that she’s right next to you. you really wouldn’t dare disobey the others, but it’s all you can think about.

the minutes rush by and you still can’t manage to fall asleep, completely immersed in your less than holy thoughts about tzuyu. you toss and turn, but nothing works.

“y/n, are you asleep?” you hear a murmur in the dark and turn to face tzuyu’s bed. “no.” there’s a few seconds of awkward silence before tzuyu speaks up again.

“i know we said we wouldn’t, but do you want to sleep with me? i just feel so isolated.” you think about it for a second, you desperately want to say yes, but you know you can’t. “tzuyu…”

“please, they won’t find out. the door is locked and they have no other way of checking on us.” she is correct, there’s no way they can find out unless they enter the room, which they can’t do if the door is locked. and you always lock the door when you’re in a hotel; it wouldn’t raise any suspicion.

“okay…” you get up and walk to her bed, hesitantly joining her under the covers. you turn away from her, too scared that you won’t be able to control yourself if you face her. you both say goodnight again and the deafening silence returns.

falling asleep is significantly more difficult now that tzuyu is right next to you. you can feel the warmth emanating off her body and you want nothing more than to turn around and kiss her. you can also feel your own warmth stretching from your flustered cheeks to your aching core.

“i can’t sleep.” you’re jolted out of your trance of sorts by tzuyu turning on the light. you turn to look at her and she sits up against the headboard, so you do the same. “me neither.” you reply, trying to hide your reddened face.

“i’m bored.” she says, tucking her hair behind her ears. “me too.” you look around the room, trying to think of something else to continue the conversation. “you think the others are asleep?” she exhales before answering. “let’s think critically here, none of them can keep their hands off each other.” you look down at the floor. “yeah…”

you both sit without saying anything. having her so close but not being able to touch her how you want is absolute torture. you bite down on your thumb as a weak attempt to distract yourself, but it doesn’t work in the slightest.

you look over at her, head tossed back on the bed frame, eyes closed, and arms inside her shirt. you’ve never been one to make impulsive decisions, but your desire for her completely takes over.

“tzuyu…” you call out, inching closer to her. “wha-“

you crash your lips into hers, cutting off her sentence. the kiss is slow and sends heatwaves straight to your core. her lips feel amazing, you swear you’ll never be able to separate from them. you let your tongue wander inside her mouth and she gladly takes it in. you entangle it with hers, lifting your hand to cup her face.

she pulls away and you whine in frustration. “we can’t.” her actions greatly differ from her words; she tugs the collar of your shirt towards her and continues kissing you.

“why not?” you repeat the pattern of pulling away and going right back to the heated kiss every time either of you speaks. “we promised.” “they won’t find out,” you pause your sentence to keep tasting her “like you said, the door is locked.”

it appears you’ve fully convinced her as she pulls you closer and makes you straddle her. you let your hands get lost in her hair as she grabs your face.

you can already feel a pool of slick collecting on your underwear while you’re squirming on her lap. the air in the room suddenly feels hot and your clothes start feeling like a burden.

“take off your clothes.” you instruct, getting up to do the same. you toss your things to the side, not caring where it lands. you watch as tzuyu rips everything off and crawls to the edge of the bed to sit.

you admire her body with a smirk before pushing her down and getting on top of her. the truth is, neither of you has any experience with being in control, but you’ll have to make do.

“you’re so pretty.” you whisper in her ear, moving your mouth down to her neck. “you’re so pretty.” you kiss her chest, making sure not to leave any new marks that the others could notice.

you gradually move lower until you reach her tits. you take one of the into your mouth and she lets out a loud moan. you slap your hand over her mouth to shush her.

“nayeon and jeongyeon are right beside us, do you really want them to hear?” you take your hand off and she brings her own hand to her mouth, urging you to keep going.

your mouth goes back to her tit, sucking and biting it gently. her choked moans make your pussy drip, you can’t wait any longer. you replace your mouth with your hand and tap on her thigh. “can you spread your legs?” “mhm.”

she does so and you swing one of your own legs over one of hers so that your pussy is directly aligned with hers.

you look into her eyes waiting for approval to go on, but she just pushes your hips down instead, making your soaked cunt collide with hers. you almost scream out from the feeling, but bite down on your finger to stop yourself.

you gyrate your hips, twitching slightly every time your clits touch. “you’re so fucking hot.” tzuyu coos from beneath you and pulls you down to her lips. you moan and whine into her mouth, trying to remain as quiet as possible.

you no longer care in the slightest about how many rules you’re breaking, the only thing on your mind is how amazing tzuyu sounds.

“you feel so good, tzu.” your sentence comes out hurried and broken, the feeling of tzuyu’s pussy on yours messing with your senses. “hm, thank you.” an inebriating smile adorns her lips as she responds. one of her hands remains placed on your hip, pushing you down against herself. you lean back, resting your weight on your hands as you brush your hair back.

“faster.” she hums while digging her nails into your skin. you whine at the feeling and speed up, making tzuyu reflexively thrust her hips up.

“shit, don’t stop.” her back arches as she pleads with you. “i wouldn’t do that to us both.” you giggle and bend down to meet her lips.

you can feel your muscles beginning to contract and hold onto tzuyu’s hand against the mattress.

“i’m so close.” you cry out and squeeze your eyes shut. “hm—me too.” hearing her weak whimper is all you need to reach your climax. you fiercely hold tzuyu’s hand as your hips shake, silencing your moans with her lips. you don’t stop until you see her body tense and she lets out a string of profanities with her orgasm.

when she completely finishes, you let yourself fall down on her chest, completely slumped. you both lay there panting without moving until your heart rates settle and you regain your composures.

“you’re incredible.” she traces your lips with her fingers and you look up at her. “i pay attention.” she laughs at you, pushing you off of her to get on top of you.

“it’s my turn to show you how well i pay attention.”

your eyes widen at her remark, you didn’t think she could sound any hotter, but somehow she does. she kisses down your neck, going past your chest and all the way to your stomach. she plants a kiss right above your core and your hips jerk forward.

she stands up and pats down the edge of the bed for you to sit. she then kneels in front of you, opening your legs with her hands. you can feel the slick pouring out of you, she looks absolutely ravishing on her knees for you.

she kisses your thighs as you stroke her hair with a smile on your face, completely drowning in how beautiful she looks.

she looks up at you and dips her tongue between your folds, already earning desperate moans from you. her tongue moves with great agility, sucking your clit and pushing into your entrance every time she passes it.

you give her feedback in the form of hushed whines and whimpers, still very aware of the people on the other side of the wall.

“does that feel good?" she asks in a sweet, innocent voice, the contrast between her actions and her inflection adding to your arousal.

you whine and arch your back slightly, pushing tzuyu’s face further into you. she chuckles as she lets go of your clit with an audible ‘pop.’

“y/n, answer my question.” she begs with the same tone and you look down at her, a dangerous glint painted on her eyes.

“hm,” your attempt at answering comes out as a moan and your cheeks redden as you feel tzuyu’s laugh against your pussy.

"i think,” you whimper into your own hand as she pushes her fingers inside you. “i think you can tell, ah fuck.” she mercilessly pumps her fingers in and out of you while her lips wrap around your clit.

it doesn’t take long for the edges of your vision to glow white, you orgasm hitting you without warning. you grab a fistful of tzuyu’s hair, holding her in place. she eagerly swallows every bit of sticky white fluid pooling out of you, allowing you to fully come back from your high.

you let go of her hair when you realize how hard you were holding onto it and she stands up. “i think i won.” she teases, coming closer to sit on your lap.

“oh, it was a competition? in that case, i think i’d like a rematch.”

[herrscherofinsanity]

Drop-dead Gorgeous

When the new friend you made in college is pretty weird and very obviously hiding something... what is one supposed to do?

Fluff probably.

Twice Nayeon x fem!reader

Word count: 4.4k

Hi! I'm back and very inspired

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y/n hurried across the bustling college campus, dodging groups of students chatting and laughing. It was the first day of the new semester, and she was determined to make a good impression in her biology class. She finally reached the lecture hall, slightly out of breath, and pushed open the heavy door.

Inside, the room was already filling up with students. y/n scanned the rows of seats, looking for an empty spot. Her eyes landed on a girl sitting alone near the middle of the room. She had long, dark hair that cascaded over her shoulders and a pale, almost ethereal complexion. Despite the girl's reserved demeanor, something about her intrigued y/n.

y/n made her way over and smiled warmly. "Hi, is this seat taken?"

The girl looked up, her expression neutral but her eyes sharp and observant. "No, go ahead."

"Thanks," y/n said, settling into the seat next to her. She set her notebook on the desk and turned to the girl. "I’m y/n, by the way."

"Nayeon," the girl replied, her voice soft but clear.

y/n noticed that Nayeon’s skin had an unusual pallor, almost ashen, and when their hands brushed as she adjusted her notebook, y/n was surprised by how cold her touch was. She filed these observations away, curious but not wanting to pry.

As the professor began outlining the semester’s project, y/n couldn’t help but steal glances at Nayeon. There was something captivating about her new partner, something that made y/n want to know more.

After the lecture, as students began to pack up and leave, y/n decided to break the ice. "So, Nayeon, what did you think of the professor's project idea?"

Nayeon shrugged slightly. "It seems interesting. A lot of work, but interesting."

y/n smiled. "Yeah, I agree. Do you want to maybe grab a coffee and discuss it? It’s always easier to brainstorm over caffeine."

Nayeon hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Sure, why not."

They made their way to a nearby campus café, the conversation flowing more easily than y/n had expected. Nayeon was reserved but polite, and y/n’s bubbly personality seemed to draw her out of her shell little by little.

As they sat down with their drinks, y/n couldn’t help but ask, "So, where are you from? Your accent is a bit different."

Nayeon took a sip of her coffee before answering. "I’ve moved around a lot. My family is a bit... unconventional."

y/n laughed lightly. "Unconventional how?"

Nayeon looked down at her coffee, her expression unreadable. "It’s complicated."

y/n sensed that this was a sensitive topic and decided to steer the conversation back to safer ground. "Well, I’m glad we ended up as partners. I think we’ll make a great team."

Nayeon looked up and gave a small, almost imperceptible smile. "Yeah, me too."

They spent the next hour discussing their project, sharing ideas and getting to know each other a bit more. By the time they parted ways, y/n felt a genuine connection with Nayeon, even if there was still an air of mystery around her.

As she walked back to her dorm, y/n couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something different about Nayeon. But rather than being put off, she found herself even more intrigued.

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Over the next few weeks, y/n and Nayeon’s partnership blossomed into a genuine friendship. They spent hours together in the library, coffee shops, and their favorite study spots on campus. Despite Nayeon’s reserved nature, she found herself opening up more to y/n’s sunny disposition.

One afternoon, they were in the library working on their project. y/n noticed that Nayeon was wearing gloves, even though it wasn’t particularly cold.

"Are you cold?" y/n asked, raising an eyebrow.

Nayeon glanced at her gloved hands and shrugged. "I just like wearing them."

y/n chuckled. "Okay, Michael Jackson."

Nayeon smirked. "I’ll take that as a compliment."

As they continued to work, y/n couldn’t help but notice other peculiarities. Nayeon never ate in front of her, always claiming she wasn’t hungry. When they touched hands accidentally, Nayeon's skin was always unusually cold. y/n found these quirks endearing but puzzling.

One evening, they were in y/n’s dorm room, working late. y/n’s roommate had gone out, leaving them alone.

y/n stretched and yawned. "Do you want anything to eat? I have some snacks."

Nayeon shook her head. "No, thanks. I’m good."

y/n shrugged and grabbed a bag of chips for herself. "More for me, then."

As y/n munched on the chips, she noticed Nayeon looking a bit uncomfortable. "Hey, are you okay?"

Nayeon forced a smile. "Yeah, just tired."

y/n nodded and continued eating. "You know, Nayeon, you’re a bit of an enigma."

Nayeon raised an eyebrow. "Oh? How so?"

"Well, you never eat in front of me, you wear gloves all the time, and you’re always so cold. Are you a vampire or something?" y/n joked, laughing.

Nayeon stiffened for a moment before laughing it off. "Maybe I am. Or maybe I’m just really mysterious."

y/n laughed. "Well, I’ll figure you out eventually."

As they continued working, y/n’s roommate suddenly burst into the room. "Hey, y/n! Oh, hey Nayeon!"

Nayeon turned around, startled. "Hi."

y/n’s roommate, Jennie, looked at them curiously. "What are you guys up to?"

"Just working on our project," y/n said, smiling.

Jennie nodded and plopped down on her bed. "Cool. Hey, y/n, can you pass me that soda?"

y/n reached for the soda can but accidentally knocked it over, spilling it on the floor. "Oops!"

Nayeon jumped up quickly, her reflexes almost unnaturally fast, and grabbed some tissues to clean it up. Jennie stared, wide-eyed. "Whoa, that was fast."

y/n laughed. "Yeah, Nayeon’s like some sort of ninja."

Nayeon smiled awkwardly. "Just quick reflexes, I guess."

As the weeks went by, y/n noticed more oddities. Nayeon always seemed to know when someone was coming before they arrived, her movements were often too smooth and precise, and she never seemed to get sick or tired like everyone else.

One day, they were walking across campus when y/n tripped over a loose brick on the path. Before she could hit the ground, Nayeon had caught her, seemingly appearing out of nowhere.

"Wow, you’re like my personal superhero," y/n said, grinning.

Nayeon helped her up, looking slightly embarrassed. "Just lucky timing."

y/n laughed. "Well, thanks for saving me."

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(One evening, as they were working in y/n’s dorm room, y/n accidentally knocked over a stack of papers. As she bent down to pick them up, she noticed a small vial rolling out of Nayeon’s bag; it was labeled “Embalming Fluid.”

“Nayeon, what’s this?” y/n asked, holding up the vial.

Nayeon’s eyes widened, and she quickly snatched it back. “Oh, just... a family thing.”

y/n raised an eyebrow. “A family thing?”

“Yeah, we’re... in the funeral business,” Nayeon said, clearly uncomfortable.

y/n decided not to push further, but her curiosity was piqued.)

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Despite all the strange occurrences, y/n found herself growing more attached to Nayeon. They spent more time together, their friendship deepening. y/n’s natural curiosity and Nayeon’s guarded demeanor created an intriguing dynamic, filled with moments of laughter and genuine connection.

One evening, they were sitting on the roof of y/n’s dorm, watching the sunset. y/n turned to Nayeon, her expression thoughtful.

"You know, I don’t really care if you’re hiding something," y/n said softly. "I like you just the way you are."

Nayeon looked at her, her eyes softening. "Thanks, y/n. That means a lot."

y/n grinned. "Besides, everyone has their quirks. Yours just make you more interesting."

Nayeon laughed, feeling a warmth she hadn’t felt in a long time. "You’re something else, y/n."

Their friendship continued to grow, filled with laughter, shared secrets, and a bond that seemed unbreakable. Despite the quirks and the mysteries, y/n and Nayeon found a connection that went beyond the ordinary, creating a friendship that would eventually lead to something even deeper.

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Despite Nayeon’s claims of being a very mysterious person, she wasn’t that great at keeping secrets. On various occasions Nayeon was almost caught by y/n.

The ice cream incident

It was a warm, sunny afternoon, and y/n had convinced Nayeon to join her at the campus ice cream parlor. The place was bustling with students, and y/n was excited to try the new flavors they offered.

"Come on, Nayeon! You have to try this!" y/n exclaimed, holding out a cone of mint chocolate chip.

Nayeon hesitated, glancing around nervously. "I’m not really a fan of ice cream," she said, trying to deflect.

y/n pouted. "Oh, come on. Just one bite."

Nayeon sighed and took the cone from y/n, her mind racing. She brought the ice cream to her lips but pretended to lick it without actually eating any. "Mmm, delicious," she said, forcing a smile.

y/n narrowed her eyes. "You didn’t even take a real bite!"

Nayeon chuckled awkwardly. "Guess I’m just not in the mood."

y/n laughed and took a big bite herself. "More for me, then!"

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2. The mystery bruise

One day, while working on their project in the library, y/n noticed a large bruise on Nayeon's arm. It was a deep purple and looked painful.

"Nayeon, what happened to your arm?" y/n asked, concerned.

Nayeon glanced at the bruise and quickly pulled her sleeve down. "Oh, it's nothing. Just bumped into something."

y/n frowned. "That looks serious. Are you sure you're okay?"

Nayeon nodded. "Yeah, I heal quickly. It'll be gone in no time."

y/n didn't seem convinced but let it go, deciding not to push Nayeon further.

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3. The night walk

One evening, y/n and Nayeon decided to take a walk around campus. The moon was full, casting a silvery glow on everything.

As they walked, y/n started talking about her family. "You know, my mom always told me stories about supernatural creatures. Like zombies, vampires, and werewolves."

Nayeon tensed slightly but kept her expression neutral. "Really? Do you believe in that stuff?"

y/n shrugged. "Not really. But it's fun to think about. Like, what if one of our classmates was a vampire or something?"

Nayeon forced a laugh. "Yeah, that would be... interesting."

Suddenly, they heard rustling in the bushes nearby. y/n jumped and grabbed Nayeon's arm. "Did you hear that?"

Nayeon, sensing it was just a small animal, smiled reassuringly. "Probably just a squirrel or something."

y/n sighed in relief. "You’re probably right. I’ve got an overactive imagination."

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4. The temperature check

One chilly day, y/n and Nayeon were studying in the library. y/n noticed that despite the cold, Nayeon wasn't wearing a coat.

"Aren't you freezing?" y/n asked, shivering slightly.

Nayeon shook her head. "I'm fine. I don’t really feel the cold."

y/n, puzzled, reached out and touched Nayeon's hand. As always, it was cold. "You're always so cold, though. Are you sure you're okay?"

Nayeon pulled her hand back gently. "Yeah, I'm just one of those people who has cold hands. No big deal."

y/n frowned but didn’t press further. She made a mental note to keep an eye on Nayeon.

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5. The running race

One day, y/n challenged Nayeon to a race across the quad. Nayeon tried to decline, but y/n insisted.

"Come on, it'll be fun!" y/n urged.

Nayeon reluctantly agreed. They lined up, and y/n shouted, "Go!"

To y/n's surprise, Nayeon sped ahead, running faster than anyone she'd ever seen. She reached the finish line in seconds, barely out of breath.

y/n, panting, caught up. "Whoa, are you like an Olympic runner or something?"

Nayeon laughed nervously. "I used to run track in high school."

y/n grinned. "Well, remind me not to race you again."

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6. The mysterious sickness

y/n came down with a nasty cold one week, and Nayeon decided to visit her dorm to check on her. She brought a care package and stayed to keep y/n company.

As y/n lay in bed, she noticed something strange. "You know, Nayeon, you’re always around sick people, but you never get sick yourself."

Nayeon smiled. "I guess I just have a strong immune system."

y/n nodded, her eyes drooping. "You’re like... superhuman."

Nayeon chuckled softly. "Something like that."

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7. The accidental exposure

One night, during a late study session, y/n accidentally spilled coffee on Nayeon's hand. Nayeon flinched but quickly wiped it off.

"Sorry!" y/n exclaimed, grabbing tissues to help clean up.

Nayeon smiled reassuringly. "It's okay. No harm done."

y/n noticed, however, that the hot coffee hadn’t left a mark on Nayeon's skin. "Wow, that was hot coffee. Doesn't it hurt?"

Nayeon shook her head. "I have a high pain tolerance."

y/n looked at her friend, a mix of curiosity and admiration in her eyes. "You’re really something, Nayeon."

Nayeon smiled, hoping her secret would remain safe for a little longer. "So are you, y/n."

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Even with the countless weird moments exchanged between the two girls, y/n couldn’t exactly figure out what Nayeon was hiding. The younger girl made sure to keep an eye out on her friend, but she really had no idea how to connect these dots. Maybe it’s a problem for the future.

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon, and Nayeon and y/n were lounging in the younger’s dorm room. The sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on the room. They had just finished watching a movie, and the atmosphere was relaxed and comfortable.

y/n turned to Nayeon with a playful grin. "You know, if you keep being this amazing, I might just have to make a move on you."

Nayeon’s heart skipped a beat. She had been trying to keep her feelings in check, but y/n's words brought everything to the surface. She knew she couldn't start anything with y/n without revealing her true nature. It wasn't fair to her, and Nayeon valued their friendship too much to hide anymore.

Nayeon took a deep breath, her heart pounding. "y/n, there's something I need to tell you."

y/n's playful smile faded, replaced by a look of concern. "What is it, Nayeon? You look serious."

Nayeon struggled to find the right words. "This isn't easy for me to say, but I need to be honest with you. I'm... I'm not like other people."

y/n frowned, confused. "Okay…? What exactly do you mean?"

Nayeon looked down at her hands, taking another deep breath. "I'm not human, y/n. I'm a zombie."

There was a moment of stunned silence. y/n blinked, trying to process what she had just heard. "A zombie? Like, the living dead?"

Nayeon nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes. I know it sounds crazy, but it's the truth. I've been dead for a long time, but I'm still here, living a different kind of life."

y/n's mind raced, recalling all the strange quirks and incidents that now made sense. The cold skin, the incredible strength, the odd behaviors. "But... how? Why?"

Nayeon explained, her voice steady but filled with emotion. "I don't know honestly. I just… I’ve always been this way? I very honestly don’t know how this works, I just know I’m dead. I've been trying to live as normally as possible, hiding what I am. But I couldn't keep it from you, not anymore."

y/n stared at her, a mix of disbelief and shock on her face. She didn't know what to say or how to feel. Part of her wanted to comfort Nayeon, but another part of her was overwhelmed by the revelation.

Nayeon continued, her eyes pleading. "I understand if you need time. If you don't want to see me again, I'll understand, but I couldn't keep lying to you, y/n. You mean too much to me."

y/n took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing thoughts. "I... I need some time to process this, Nayeon. It's a lot to take in."

Nayeon felt a pang of sadness but nodded. "Of course. Take all the time you need. I'll be here if you have any questions or if you just want to talk."

y/n nodded slowly, her mind still reeling. "Thanks. I just... I need to think."

Nayeon gave her a small, understanding smile. "I get it. I'm sorry to spring this on you."

y/n shook her head. "No, you did the right thing. I just... need some space right now."

Nayeon stood up, her heart heavy. "I'll go. But remember, I'm here whenever you're ready."

y/n watched as Nayeon left the room, closing the door softly behind her. She sat there in silence, her mind a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts. She had so much to process, so many questions to answer. One thing was clear though: her feelings for Nayeon were still there, complicated now by this new revelation.

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y/n paced around her dorm room, her mind still reeling from Nayeon's revelation. She needed someone to talk to, someone who could help her make sense of everything. Her eyes landed on her roommate, Jennie, who was lounging on her bed, scrolling through her phone.

"Jennie," y/n began, her voice a mix of uncertainty and urgency.

Jennie looked up, immediately sensing that something was off. "What's up, y/n? You look like you've seen a ghost."

y/n gave a shaky laugh. "I think I just did. Can we talk?"

Jennie sat up, putting her phone aside. "Of course. Spill it."

y/n took a deep breath and sat down on her bed, facing Jennie. "Okay, this is going to sound crazy, but... Nayeon just told me she's a zombie."

Jennie's eyes widened, and for a moment, she was speechless. Then, she burst into laughter. "A zombie? Like, 'brains' and 'undead' zombie? ‘Like The Walking Dead’?"

y/n nodded, feeling a mixture of relief and anxiety. "Yeah, that kind. And she's been hiding it all this time."

Jennie stopped laughing, realizing y/n was serious. "Wait, you're not joking?"

y/n shook her head. "Nope. Dead serious. Literally."

Jennie sat back, processing this new information. "Wow. That's... a lot to take in."

y/n nodded, running a hand through her hair. "Tell me about it. I don't know what to think or how to feel. I mean, she's still the same Nayeon, but now there's this whole 'undead' thing. Although, she’s been like that this whole time, right? Oh, what even…"

Jennie gave her a sympathetic look. "I get it. It's a lot to wrap your head around, but you know, Nayeon's a good person... or zombie. Whatever. She's always been there for you."

y/n sighed. "I know, and that's what makes it so hard. I care about her, but this is just... so out of the blue."

Jennie smiled gently. "Well, look at it this way. You now have a friend who'll never be late for class because they 'overslept.'"

y/n couldn't help but laugh at that. "Yeah, I guess there's that."

Jennie continued, her tone more serious. "But honestly, y/n, if anyone can handle this, it's you. You're one of the most understanding people I know, and Nayeon clearly trusts you a lot to reveal something this huge."

y/n nodded, feeling a bit more grounded. "Thanks, Jennie. I needed to hear that."

Jennie grinned. "Anytime. And hey, if she ever tries to eat your brains, just remind her I’ll kick her ass."

y/n laughed again, feeling a bit lighter. "I'll keep that in mind."

Jennie stood up and gave y/n a supportive hug. "You got this, y/n. And if you need any more zombie jokes to lighten the mood, you know where to find me."

y/n hugged her back, feeling a surge of gratitude. "Thanks, Jennie. You're the best."

Jennie winked. "I know. Now, go get some rest. You've had quite the day."

y/n nodded, feeling a bit more at ease. She still had a lot to process, but with Jennie's support, she felt more ready to face whatever came next.

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(“She doesn’t look like those from ‘The Walking Dead’ though… maybe she’s like those from that one Disney movie?”

“Jennie, be so for real…”)

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A few days had passed since Nayeon’s revelation. y/n had spent those days reflecting on their friendship, Nayeon’s secret, and her own feelings. Jennie’s constant stream of zombie jokes had kept things light-hearted, but y/n knew she needed to talk to Nayeon.

On a sunny afternoon, y/n decided it was time. She made her way to Nayeon’s dorm, feeling a mix of nerves and determination. She knocked on the door, and moments later, Nayeon opened it, looking surprised and a bit apprehensive.

“y/n,” Nayeon greeted, her voice tinged with uncertainty. “Hi.”

“Hi, Nayeon,” y/n replied, giving her a small smile. “Can we talk?”

Nayeon stepped aside, letting the younger girl in. “Of course. Come in.”

They sat down on Nayeon’s bed, a palpable tension hanging in the air. y/n took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts.

“So,” y/n began, trying to keep her tone light, “I’ve had a lot of time to think about everything. And I have to say, Jennie has made it her mission to educate me on every zombie joke ever made.”

Nayeon chuckled, a bit of the tension easing from her shoulders. “I can only imagine.”

y/n grinned. “Yeah, it’s been... interesting. But seriously, Nayeon, I’ve thought a lot about what you told me. And I realized something.”

Nayeon looked at her, a mix of hope and fear in her eyes. “What’s that?”

y/n reached out, taking Nayeon’s hand in hers. “I realized that I like you, Nayeon. A lot. And zombie or not, that doesn’t change.”

Nayeon’s eyes widened, and a smile slowly spread across her face. “Really?”

y/n nodded. “Really. Besides, having a zombie girlfriend could be pretty cool. I mean, I’ll never have to worry about you getting sick or anything.”

Nayeon laughed, the sound filled with relief and happiness. “True. And I’ll always be around, no matter what.”

y/n grinned. “Exactly. And you know what else? I’ve decided that having a zombie girlfriend gives me a lot of material for teasing.”

Nayeon raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in her eyes. “Oh, really?”

“Yep,” y/n replied, leaning in closer. “For example, did you know that you’re drop-dead gorgeous?”

Nayeon groaned, playfully swatting at y/n. “That’s terrible!”

y/n laughed, enjoying the light-hearted banter. “I know, but you’re stuck with me now.”

Nayeon smiled, her eyes softening. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

y/n’s expression turned more serious, though her eyes still sparkled with mischief. “But in all seriousness, Nayeon, I’m really glad you told me. I know it must have been hard, but I want you to know that I’m here for you. Always.”

Nayeon’s eyes filled with emotion, and she squeezed y/n’s hand. “Thank you, that means more to me than you’ll ever know.”

y/n leaned in, closing the distance between them, and pressed a soft kiss to Nayeon’s lips. It was gentle and sweet, filled with all the emotions they had kept hidden.

When they pulled back, Nayeon looked at y/n with a smile. “You know, I was really worried about how you’d react.”

y/n smiled back, her eyes filled with affection. “Well, I’m not going anywhere. Besides, I’m pretty sure Jennie herself would be heartbroken. Either way, I’m staying, deal?”

Nayeon laughed, pulling y/n into a hug. “Deal.”

As they held each other, the weight of the past few days lifted, leaving only the warmth of their connection. y/n knew that their relationship wouldn’t always be easy, but with Nayeon by her side, she felt ready to face whatever came their way.

And maybe, just maybe, having a zombie girlfriend wasn’t so bad after all.

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(“Does she eat brains though? Should I be ready? Get a wired bat or something?”

“I’ll make her eat your brain if you don’t stop asking questions.”

“I need to know!”

“It’s 3am!”)

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A few weeks had passed since y/n and Nayeon had their heartfelt conversation, and their relationship had blossomed beautifully. y/n, true to her promise, continued to keep things light-hearted and fun. Nayeon, on the other hand, enjoyed every moment, grateful for the love and acceptance she had found.

One sunny afternoon, y/n, Nayeon, and Jennie were lounging in y/n and Jennie’s dorm room, enjoying a lazy weekend together. Jennie, ever the unserious woman, was in the middle of telling another one of her infamous zombie jokes.

“Okay, okay, here’s a good one,” Jennie began, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Why did the zombie break up with his girlfriend?”

Nayeon rolled her eyes, but a smile played on her lips. “Alright, let’s hear it.”

“Because she wanted something more ‘alive’ in the relationship!” Jennie delivered the punchline with a dramatic flourish, bursting into laughter.

y/n groaned, shaking her head. “Jennie, that’s terrible.”

Jennie grinned. “I know, but I live to make you two laugh.”

Nayeon playfully swatted at Jennie. “You’re impossible.”

y/n leaned over and kissed Nayeon’s cheek. “But we love you anyway.”

Jennie feigned wiping away a tear. “Aw, thanks, guys. I feel so loved.”

Nayeon smirked. “Keep this up and I’ll have your brain for dessert.”

Jennie snickered. “I don’t think y/n would appreciate that. Right y/n?”

y/n laughed, wrapping an arm around Nayeon’s shoulders. “Definitely not, but I like my girlfriend just the way she is, so I might just let her do it.”

Nayeon beamed, leaning into y/n’s embrace. “And I like you just the way you are, too.”

Jennie grinned, watching her two friends with a fond expression despite the threat. “You guys are really cute, you know that?”

y/n and Nayeon exchanged a glance, both smiling. “Thanks, Jennie,” y/n said. “But don’t think that means you’re off the hook for all those zombie jokes.”

Nayeon nodded in agreement. “Yeah, we’ve got plenty of teasing material now.”

Jennie raised her hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. I’ll try to be good.”

y/n snorted. “Sure you will.”

They all laughed, the room filled with warmth and joy. As they settled into a comfortable silence, y/n looked at Nayeon, her heart full. She knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, with love and laughter.

And maybe, just maybe, a few more terrible zombie jokes along the way.

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(“Do you think Nayeon could hook me up with a vampire or something?”

“That’s it, I’m moving out…”

“This is important! My wattpad life!”

"Stop asking me questions at this godforsaken hour!")

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A/N: Hi everyone! I'm finally free from being married to the hospital, and I'll have a bit more free time for about a month. I'll try to update as much as I can during this period of time. I have some requests lined up and I'll finally get to them. This is in honor to Nayeon's first comeback as a solo artist, I hope you enjoy it. If you want to request something or simply chat feel free to do so.

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Save the First Dance (for me)

Kicking off the revised masterlist with this one.

TW: brief mentions of character death but mainly bittersweet fluff.

Nayeon x reader

Synopsis: What else can you do but run to the woman who has been waiting so patiently for you?

You ran towards the gate, barely making it through the nightmare that is airport security.

Passengers on your flight were boarding, and everything up until now had gone wrong.

From sleeping through the alarm to spending at least half an hour looking for the passport you could've sworn you put on the bedside table the night before.

Nevertheless, you boarded the plane and were finally on your way home.

"Come back soon, I miss you."

Your leg bounced rapidly, revealing your restlessness. There was a sense of impending doom settling in your chest, as you realised the plane was over the Atlantic, making your blood run cold.

Even the slightest jolt of turbulence had you gripping the armrest tightly.

You will make it home this time.

You shook out of those thoughts before getting lost within the past.

Maybe stretching your legs would do you some good.

"Excuse me." Your poor seat mate nearly dropped their phone in shock.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. Can I get past?"

She stared wide-eyed at you. Unnervingly, you may add.

"I'll take that as a no."

You didn't ask again, but waited until she fell asleep. Carefully, you climbed over her, but you didn't factor in the possibility of your foot getting stuck.

Which, of course, it did.

But you knew no one would be awoken by the commotion of you falling over.

What you didn't realise was that the woman had seen, forcing her to hold in laughter.

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No matter how much you waved, you weren't able to hail any of the taxis.

"Seriously?!" Your patience dwindled as the fifth one sped past.

A cab unexpectedly pulled up, but someone else opened the door.

It was the woman you sat next to on the plane.

She glanced at you, giving a minute signal for you to get in the car.

You realised in your journey that this kind stranger was the only person who looked directly at you.

-x-

You stood in front of her apartment building. You knew the code since you lived together, but you couldn't physically bring yourself to go in.

Later, you thought. She may not even be home.

As you wandered, you saw her again. Seriously, this was the third time in two days you bumped into this woman.

"We meet again..." She glanced around to see if you two were alone.

"Eun Jung."

"Y/n." You extended your hand to shake hers, but knew she couldn't take it.

"Did you find your sweetheart?"

The question took you aback. As you took Eun Jung's lack of response in the cab as a sign, she wasn't listening.

"Not yet."

"I know a lot of people, maybe I can help you find her."

"Considering she's Im Nayeon, I think she's well known around here."

"Im Nay...Hey! You could've mentioned that earlier!

"You didn't respond to anything I said! I took your silence as disinterest and changed the subject."

"Still, you dated the Im Nayeon."

Eun Jung realised who you were and began piecing everything together.

She wanted to help. Even if it was out of pity.

"Come on, I know where she is."

-◇-

It turns out that Twice has a performance today.

The two of you stayed far behind the crowd, and seeing her again made you feel so much.

She was smiling but wasn't entirely happy. You noticed the ring on her left hand.

A year later, she still wears it.

It was time to face the truth.

"She - " you glanced at your hands, hands you didn't want to admit were translucent. "She can't see me, can she?"

"No. No one can."

"Except you." She hummed in confirmation.

"Don't ask why because I don't know."

"I guess that explains why you don't respond when others are around. I noticed on the plane and in the car that my reflection wasn't there because I don't exist anymore." Your voice was tinged with resignation as you spoke, the reality setting in for the first time.

You continued watching the group when an idea occurred.

"Let me borrow your body." The poor woman almost choked on air.

Okay, maybe you shouldn't have been so abrupt.

"Eh?!"

"She might be able to see me if I'm in your body."

"Okay, first of all, ew." You rolled your eyes at her. "Secondly, I don't think it's a good idea. What if you get stuck? A lot of things can go wrong, and it might not even be possible."

She was right, but it didn't help in making you feel any less dejected.

Eun Jung began to feel guilty for shooting your idea down, but when she turned to apologise, you had disappeared.

-◇-

It didn't take her long to find you again since you ended up sitting opposite the Han River.

You two took in the view of the sunset.

"She's - was my fiancée. We were supposed to marry last summer, but a month before the wedding I had to go overseas for work. I tried hard to get out of it but couldn't. Thankfully, I managed to wrap things up a week early. I booked an earlier flight to surprise her, but obviously, I never made it back home."

"So that's why you were jittery during the flight."

"Yes."

"You're here now though, and we keep meeting; that has to mean something. We need to see Nayeon."

"It's pointless if she can't see or hear me."

"Trust me, you're destined to see each other once more."

"Just like how I was destined to die and never marry her?"

"Y/n. I'll get you two closure, even if it's the last thing I do. Now come on."

-◇-

Ghosts are useful in getting into places you shouldn't be. I'll remember that. Eun Jung thought as the both of you stood in front of Nayeon's apartment.

You were definitely trespassing, but that was the least of your worries.

Nayeon answered the door, and all you wanted was to hold her.

"Hello ma'am, I'm Eun Jung. You're probably wondering why I'm bothering you at this hour. I knew y/n, and I'd like to offer my condolences.

Nayeon was initially sceptical, but when she mentioned you, she beckoned her inside.

The other members were there too, and she had to resist asking for an autograph. It was amusing to see your new friend starstruck.

At first, Nayeon was eager to talk about you, but something was off. There were too many inconsistencies, and she knew what it looked like when a person was being coached. It made her suspicious about the stranger in her home.

As politely as she could, she tried to usher Eun Jung out, making her resort to plan B.

"Y/n is here! She's been here the whole time."

Will the pain of hearing your name ever fade? Nayeon asked herself.

"Is that supposed to be funny?" She didn't have time for cruel jokes.

"Please, you have to believe me. I'm aware I sound crazy, but I wouldn’t be here if I wasn't trying to help y/n."

The other members stepped in, getting ready to call the police.

Eun Jung was getting desperate. She tried to wrack her brain for a solution, but only one came to mind.

"Ugh fine! You can do it." But she wasn't talking to them.

"What?" You asked.

"Your brilliant idea from earlier."

"Really?"

"Yes! Now hurry before I change my mind, especially with the looks they're throwing at me."

Each of them were becoming confused and almost frightened at Eun Jung talking to herself.

"Thank you. I owe you one."

"Yeah, you do."

Your spirit merged with Eun Jung, setting off a cast of light. It felt weird to be back in a body.

Even if it wasn't your own.

You admired it, flexing your hands and fingers, reminding yourself how it felt to be human again.

Nayeon felt her legs give out. Fortunately, the members supported her. They looked to you in disbelief.

"Nayeon." The sound of your voice made her shiver.

"Y/n."

Cautiously, she approached you, and with the gentleness she yearned for terribly, you cupped her cheeks.

The world faded away when you leaned forward and kissed her. She kissed back softly but with so much passion.

You kissed through each other's tears, and you kissed over and over until your lungs were begging for air.

She hugged you when you finally broke apart.

"I missed you so much." If it was possible, she clung to you tighter.

"And I you, my love." You pulled back to run your thumb across her cheek. "I couldn't leave when I owe you a dance."

"Hold that thought."

She ran to the bedroom with the members, re-emerging a few minutes later in a wedding dress.

"You never got to see me wearing this until now." You broke down at that. You were robbed of the chance to see her walk down the aisle.

The heartbreak resonated with the members as they too began crying.

With her hand in yours, you danced together. Even if it was temporary, you let yourselves imagine it was your wedding day.

Music filled the apartment, the very song that would've played for your first dance as wives.

But like every fleeting yet perfect fantasy, it had to come to an end.

You began shining, which meant you found your closure.

It was time for your soul to be fully put to rest.

"My love -" Nayeon began sobbing again, clutching you tightly.

"No. Don't go, please stay. I can't lose you again."

You kissed the top of her head in an attempt to comfort her.

"I can't stay like this forever. That would be unfair to Eun Jung."

You separated from your friend, leaving her disorientated. Being a ghost's host body was exhausting.

Your spirit emitted so much light. Everyone could see you now, even without Eun Jung.

How cruel it is, Nayeon wondered. That she got to your experience, your touch, only for it to be ripped away from her a second time.

"It's okay, Nayeon. You don't have to feel guilty about moving on. Promise me you won't be afraid to find happiness."

"I promise." You couldn't wipe away her tears this time. "I love you."

"I love you too."

With one more look and smile at your friends and the love of your life, you faded away.

Nayeon's eyes shut as you disappeared, but she drew strength from the ones who held and stood by her through this.

She would not break her final promise to you.

[nr1chaedickrider]

'my senses move at the smallest movement'

this was originally supposed to be sub sana but... feeling silly!!!! this is short but i wanted to post something before the weekend ends <33

listend to this song while reading!!

cw: this is literally just smut idk, strap is called cock

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Your bedroom is silent, the only sound is lips kissing eachother and soft moans as you lazily make out.

It's dark, the only light comes from the almost rolled down blinds on your window.

It's like your usual sunday mornings. Lazily making out while both of you are still half asleep.

"I love you so much" sana whispers while kissing your neck softly, her hot breath against you sends you shivers down your naked body.

"I love you too" you say, your hand running through sanas messy hair.

She opens the drawer next to the bed, getting her favorite strap. You smile while watching her.

She puts it on, going back under the blanket and laying down on top of you, her strap brushing through your folds.

She starts kissing you again, kissing your jaw, your neck, your collarbone. Her plump and soft lips are everywhere and you love it.

"Ready?" she asks quietly. You nod.

She slowly slides the strap inside, waiting for you to get used to it. You let out a long, shaky breath.

"Okay" you say, putting your arms around her neck as you kiss her. She slowly moves in and out. Kissing you with passion.

You let out soft moans while her tongue explores your mouth, her cock reaching deep.

"You're so pretty when you moan like that.." sana speaks softly, moving a bit faster.

You smile at her, moving away some strands of hair which stick to sana's sweaty forehead.

She sucks on your pulse point, making you moan louder, her pace getting uneven, hitting just the right spots without even trying too hard.

You can feel your legs weaken. You're close so quick.

"F-faster" you breathe out, moaning into sana's ear. Her weak spot.

She kisses you, almost sufficating you with how long you both kiss. She thrusts in faster, making you cum on her strap.

You breath heavily, coming down from your high as your alarm rings. You look at your phone, turning it off as you look back to Sana, she smiles at you, pulling her cock out.

"Lay down on your stomach baby" she whispers as she gives you a peck on your lips.

[wherethefireliliesgrow]

Moonlight Sunrise (Part 1)

Minatozaki Sana x reader

GENRE: angst, fluff, non-idol

TYPE: Short fic Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

Slowly making your way down the dusty, unfamiliar roads, you passed several guards waving large indigo-purple flags.

“Only two more days before the labyrinth opens!” they yelled, “Find the Luminite Stone and save the princess from the labyrinth!”

Several men, presumably the best knights and warriors of their kingdoms, crowded around the guards, sizing each other up and boasting about their wins.

As you passed by the crowd, you quickly pulled down your hood, trying to avoid any suspicion. There was a low possibility that anyone recognized you, as you were more of an assassin, always with your face covered. However, you were worried that others from the same profession might be present as well.

It was almost time for the annual labyrinth challenge, where warriors and knights from all over the world traveled to the Minatozaki kingdom, one of the most powerful kingdoms existing, to save the princess and win her hand in marriage. The only child of King Minatozaki had been cursed by one of the eastern witches after they were accidentally omitted from the baby’s birth celebration. It was rumored that she had one of the most angelic faces to grace the earth, but right after her 17th birthday, she disappeared from public view altogether.

A labyrinth of a thousand acres suddenly appeared at the borders of the kingdom, shrouded by dark clouds and vine-covered walls thousands of meters high. In the core of the labyrinth was the Luminite stone, a stone that grants the beholder any wish, and the princess’s soul was also bound to the stone. The princess was said to only be seen in the labyrinth, forever lost in the dark.

King Minatozaki loved his daughter dearly. Although he was reluctant to marry her off to just anyone, he knew that he himself couldn’t manage to retrieve the stone with his daughter's soul from the labyrinth. He wanted his daughter free from the grasp of the labyrinth, so the only way to do so was to hold a competition every year when the gates to the labyrinth opened.

Anyone who managed to make it out alive with the stone would be able to have their wish granted, but at the same time, as they now had the stone, they would be in control of Princess Sana, and the entire kingdom would be inherited. This prompted countless greedy men to try, hoping to have their deepest desires fulfilled and to possess the most beautiful human to grace the earth. However, not once had anyone made it out alive from the past ten competitions, all disappearing mysteriously.

You couldn’t care less about owning an entire nation, let alone marrying a random princess that you had never seen. You were there for the one wish that would be granted by the Luminite Stone. You had someone to save, and that brought you out from the private, invisible life as an assassin.

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The sun was setting as you finally reached the golden gates of the castle. Its towering walls, adorned with intricate carvings and banners bearing the kingdom's crest, loomed majestically against the dusky sky. Each night leading up to the competition for the week, the King hosted lavish banquets within the castle's celestial halls.

These gatherings weren't just about food; they were a spectacle, ensuring the competitors were not only well-fed but also immersed in the grandeur of the kingdom. Newcomers were welcomed with open arms, and given the chance to register, mingle, and familiarize themselves with the labyrinth's complexities before the daunting challenge ahead. After all, this was probably the last time they would ever have something to eat before they met their end in the labyrinth.

The banquet hall buzzed with hundreds of men, their voices echoing off the walls. You spotted a few familiar faces from your past travels but made a beeline for the reception, preferring not to draw attention. After all, the labyrinth held not only unknown monsters but human threats as well.

“Name?” the page asked without looking up, his tired face buried in countless scrolls of paper.

“Hwang Y/N,” you muttered, shifting uncomfortably and pulling your hood even higher over your face.

The page paused, his hands trembling slightly as he looked up at you. His eyes widened in shock, and he pushed his glasses closer to his eyes, clearing his throat.

“Hwang Y/N? The NightWalker?”

You nodded, expressionless, as the man cowered in fear.

“I-I didn’t expect you to participate in these events.”

“Is that a problem?”

“N-no… of course not. I guess even assassins have an eye for beauty,” he nervously laughed, expecting you to agree.

You narrowed your eyes at his comment, disbelieving how even those who worked for the princess treated her as an object.

“You should keep your mouth shut before I cut off your tongue,” you whispered in his ear, watching with satisfaction as he fumbled with his pen.

Before you could do anything else, a warm arm wrapped around your shoulders. Instinctively, you reached for your small knife, but the intruder's hand firmly grasped yours, firm yet unthreatening.

“Now now, Hwang. That’s not how you greet an old friend, is it?”

You turned to see Momo, one of your close colleagues before she became head of security for the Minatozaki Kingdom.

“Hirai,” you sighed, pulling her into a hug.

“Fancy seeing you here, stranger. It’s been, what, three years since I last heard from you?”

“Five,” you grinned, feeling more at ease with Momo by your side.

“Yes! Exactly! Ever since you took down the Kim Clan, you just disappeared,” she sighed dramatically, leading you toward a table filled with exotic cuisines. She grabbed a bottle of champagne, taking a sip before passing it to you.

“The hero of the century, gone without a sound, forever remaining a mystery. Face unseen, name forever known. Until now,” she said as if narrating a fairy tale. “She shows the world her face, to save the damsel in distress.”

You rolled your eyes and took a swig of champagne. “I’m not here for the princess or power.”

“Whichever reason you are here for, I won’t pry. I’ll just be cheering you on from the sidelines.” Momo smirked, blowing her bangs out of her eyes. Her respect for your privacy was always something you loved about her.

“Anyway, I have to get back to my duties. Let’s catch up tomorrow before the challenge.” She says loudly, before whispering in your ear, “take the door on the left, and go down two flights of stairs. You’ll find the backdoor to the garden.”

As if nothing happened, she straightened up and breezed away toward a small crowd that was about to break into a fight.

You watched Momo easily tackle a barbaric man down to the floor, without drawing her sword. The crowd of onlookers quickly dispersed as Momo stood up with one of her feet on the man’s stomach, looking challenging for anyone daring to cause more trouble in her land. She caught your eye and grinned, giving you a goofy thumbs-up before changing back to her serious face.

You chuckled, grabbing an apple and the champagne, before slipping to the darker corners of the kingdom undetected. Momo working here was a blessing in disguise, she gave you the chance to get to investigate the labyrinth before the challenge.

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As you navigated down a murky corridor, the air thick with the scent of age and dampness, you descended what felt like more than two flights of stairs, each step creaking under your weight. At last, you stumbled upon a wooden door, its frame nearly crumbling with decay from years of neglect and exposure to the elements.

Pushing it open with a groan, you were surprised to find yourself greeted by a scene of unexpected beauty. The garden beyond was bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, casting ethereal shadows upon the grounds. Dewdrops reflected the moonlight like diamonds on the grass, their gentle shimmering a stark contrast to the dark, cloudy skies looming over the labyrinth just meters away.

The metal walls that surrounded the garden appeared rusted and weather-beaten, their once sturdy facade now worn and rusted. You couldn't help but wonder if they were enough to keep people out, let alone the rumored monsters said to lurk within the labyrinth's depths.

Taking another swig of your champagne, you wandered around the walls, the sound of your footsteps echoing softly in the still night air. Peering into the swirling mist, you strained your ears and thought you heard faint roars emanating from within. Yet, in the eerie silence of the garden, you couldn't be certain if they were real or merely figments of your imagination, born from the ominous atmosphere that surrounded you.

"Guess I won’t be getting anything out of this tonight," you thought, sighing as you took a seat on one of the forlorn benches near the metal bars.

Taking an apple out of your coat pocket, you polished it on your sleeve. Just as you were about to bite into it, an eerily soft voice echoed from the shadows looming over the corner.

"Can I have some?" A hooded figure emerged, causing you to leap to your feet.

Despite your assassin training, you hadn’t heard her approach.

The figure slowly removed her hood, revealing long, almost white blonde hair that seemed to reflect the moonlight. She was around the same age as you, her face perfectly sculpted but haunted, with dark circles under her eyes.

“I mean no harm,” she raised her ghostly pale arms in surrender.

You narrowed your eyes in suspicion but nodded nonetheless, despite the blood in your body pumping in a fight. It was obvious that this being was not entirely human, but you were in no condition to fight a monstrous being before the competition. The stone was what was important, so you were willing to do anything to avoid conflicts before the challenge.

The girl walked slowly towards you, her posture and grace as if she came from royalty, and sat down on the bench. She looked up at your standing figure expectantly, giving you a soft smile as you finally sat down.

You reached into your coat to pull out a small knife, and the girl immediately flinched. But you simply used the knife to peel the apple, before slicing a piece and putting it onto her hand.

“Thanks,” she muttered, before nibbling on the piece of apple.

You took a good look at the girl. She was thin, too thin, as if she would be blown away by the wind.

“You can call me Luna,” she said finally, still nibbling on the small piece of apple.

You gave a small chuckle at the irony of her name. She did indeed look like the moon goddess herself.

“What’s so funny?”

You shrugged, continuing to slice more pieces of apples for the girl. You saw her glaring at you from the corner of your eye, letting out huffs of frustration when you never said anything.

“Normally when someone introduces themselves to you, you do the same in return,” she said annoyed. Her annoyance made her seem human, and this eased your nerves a bit.

“I’m Hwang Y/N,” your lips twitched, trying not to smile at the way Luna chewed on the apple angrily.

“I like your name,” she said grudgingly, reaching over to grab your champagne without asking.

“What about it?” It wasn’t often that someone didn’t flinch when they heard your name.

“Hwang,” Luna explained as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, before chugging down half the bottle of champagne.

“It means bright, right? Like the sunrise.”

“Yeah, and?” you asked, reaching over to grab the champagne from her hands. “Stop stealing my shit.”

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen the sun,” she muttered. “Wish I could see the sunrise.”

“Why can’t you?” you asked, turning around to look at her.

Luna ignored your question, instead turning her body towards you.

“What are you doing here, Y/N?” she raised her big eyes to look at you, her eyes suddenly glowing a faint crimson in the honey-brown hues.

She was definitely not fully human.

You shivered slightly, both in fear and something else, attraction. No, it must be because you felt sorry for her. The poor girl seemed to not have access to much food.

“Thought I could get some clues here before the challenge,” you said honestly.

“Are you looking to win the princess over, too?” she asked with a hint of bitterness in her tone. “To control her as if she was a puppet?”

“No.”

“Then why?”

You hesitated, knowing it wasn’t smart to share anything with strangers, you knew that. But there was something about this girl that you couldn’t seem to put a finger on, it was as if her aura could power all your feelings. You couldn’t do anything but tell her the truth. It was as if she casted a spell on you, her glowing eyes controlling every move.

“I need that stone. I need to get that wish so that I can save my sister.”

Luna’s eyes softened slightly, the glowing red fading and turning back to the original brown color. You felt your body instantly relax.

“What’s wrong with her?”

“She’s sick. She’s been sick for a few months and there’s nothing the doctors can do. Time is running out so I have to hurry.”

The image of your little sister lying in bed, her once lively face now sunken and yellow, her eyes devoid of their usual spark, sends a shiver down your spine. The very thought grips your heart. It was her condition that drove you to show your true identity and take part in this dumb challenge, revealing yourself to the public eye, and relinquishing your assassin status. Now that everyone knew what you looked like, it was inevitable that a bounty would be put on your head.

“I’m sorry,” Luna said, her voice gentle.

Her hand raised slightly as if she wanted to hold yours in comfort but thought better of it.

You shook your head and looked down at your knees. You couldn’t let anyone sense your weakness.

You heard Luna get up from you, this time finally being able to hear her movements.

“I hope you win, Y/N,” she said, her voice soothing, passing warmth throughout your body, instantly making you feel better.

She put a small black object in your lap, a compass.

You looked up and found her walking backward towards the metal walls, a smile playing on her lips. She looked younger when she smiled, innocent even.

"Take the path on the far right, then follow my compass," she instructed, her voice echoing faintly as she effortlessly passed through the metal bars and vanished into the dark mist.

"I'll lead you the way."

You shivered, utterly enchanted and spooked by that humanlike being.

After a moment, you finally shifted your attention to the compass in your hands. It was an exquisite piece, adorned with golden rings and silver arrows.

You flipped to the back of the compass, and there, engraved in elegant wording:

Minatozaki Sana

Next chapter

Been wanting to get this out to you guys for a while now! It's quite different from what I usually write, so let me know if you want to see more of this.

[butchyeons]

PLEASE write more sub/bottom jeongyeon PLEASE i want that butch obliterated

ask and you shall receive! congrats anon i am using this as a drabble request. lmao, hopefully you won’t mind. i’ve been wanting to write jeongsa for awhile now, so here it is. this will probably be up on ao3 at some point, too. we need more sub jeongyeon, so i hope you enjoy needy loser butch jeongyeon getting absolutely obliterated by her mean femme gf ❤️

party trick

college au jeongsa ig? it’s pure smut. also jihyo’s there for “plot” purposes :)

tags/warnings: mentions of alcohol/semi-drunk sex, pwp, semi-public sex (they’re in a bathroom), mommy kink, jeongyeon gets called puppy idk, verbal humiliation, dirty talk, exhibitionism, implied voyeurism, strap-ons, jeongyeon sucking off the strap. this is crazy icl.

cishet men and minors dni.

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“Really, Jeongyeon?” Sana huffed out. “We’re at a party. People could catch us.”

The older girl let out a whine, continuing to pull Sana up the stairs. The two of them were at some party in some house on the other side of campus- one of Jihyo’s frat friends had invited them. Quite frankly, it shocked the two of them that they were even told about it. They were pretty well known as the college’s token lesbian couple; the weird-scary-butch music student who was “secretly a man”, and the pretty-ditzy fashion student who was “clearly confused about her sexuality”. They caught a lot of shit for it, tended to stay away from functions such as this one because of it. But hey, they’d never turn down free alcohol. So, after Jihyo begged them to come with her, to just put their resignations aside for a few hours, they did.

The night was fine, the party was booming. A lot of their friends were there, thankfully, which meant they didn’t have to socialize with the straight boys who clearly only wanted them there to watch them make out. There was free food, drinks, questionable music, and a place for them to dance, albeit poorly. What wasn’t to like? It was a good time, and they both needed a break, anyways.

The only problem now was that Jeongyeon was tipsy. And when Jeongyeon was in any way buzzed, she was needy. Not that Sana had an issue with it. She loved to spoil her girl, really. But that was in the sanctity of their own apartment, not some frat house full of a bunch of underage drunk college students puking their brains out.

“Sana- I don’t care.” Jeongyeon said as they got to the top of the stairs. Her words came out slurred, her cheeks bright red as she huffed, looking over at her girlfriend. “I know you wore it. I felt it when you were grinding against me earlier.”

Well. Maybe Sana did want something to happen. She wouldn’t have gone out packing if she didn’t.

“Just because I wore it doesn’t mean you were gonna get anything, Jeongie.”

Jeongyeon whined again, stomping off down the hallway. Sana followed closely behind her, making sure to watch carefully as Jeongyeon tried each and every door until finally, one opened. Before Sana had time to really say anything, the older girl had grabbed her wrist, pulling her inside.

“Please, Sana. I know you. You’re literally my girlfriend.” Jeongyeon huffed out indignantly as she closed and locked the door. “You want it just as bad as I do.”

Sana looked around, examining her surroundings. It was a tiny bathroom, but clearly one that multiple men shared. It was… Well, it was as clean as it possibly could be. Several cans of deodorant strewn across the countertop, toothbrushes everywhere, the vibrations of the music from downstairs causing them to shake with each bass thump. The shower curtain was half open, revealing a hoard of different 3-in-1 shampoo bottles. She was just grateful the toilet seat was closed, and that there was even a toilet brush next to it. Clearly, someone cared. Thank god they did.

However, this was still risky. They were in public- at a party they were clearly only invited to so a bunch of boys could gawk at them, in some sketchy bathroom that wasn’t theirs. Anyone could come up there and find them. Sana had half a mind to put her foot down, to take her girlfriend downstairs and trick her by giving her shots of water so she’d sober up faster; they could go back home and finish things there. But before she had any time to protest, Jeongyeon was already on her knees in front of her, haphazardly grabbing at the front of her skirt.

“I just don’t think we should do this here, baby.” Sana said, swatting at Jeongyeon’s hands.

Jeongyeon pouted again, leaning her head against Sana’s thigh.

“Please? ‘S your fault I’m needy. You wore it, you knew I’d want it…”

All of Sana’s reluctance went out the window the moment she looked down at Jeongyeon. She had the sweetest pout on her face, her bottom lip poking out just slightly so. Her big eyes were round with want, her cheeks still slightly red from the alcohol. She was adorable.

Sana wanted to ruin her.

“And I’ve been so good lately…” Jeongyeon added as she nuzzled her face against Sana’s thigh. “Please, mommy?”

God. She just couldn’t resist her sweet girl.

“Fine, fine- just…” Sana sighed. “You have to be quiet, okay? And we need to do this fast.”

Jeongyeon’s expression lit up.

“Thank you, thank you. I’ll be so good Sana- so good for you.”

Cute. And incredibly fuckable.

“I know you will, baby.” Sana whispered, running her fingers through Jeongyeon’s hair. “Always so good for me, hm?”

Jeongyeon nodded absentmindedly, going back to what she was doing before. She hooked her fingers under the waistband of Sana’s skirt, pulling it down. The outline of the strap was so clearly visible in the pair of safety shorts she was wearing in lieu of actual underwear, which made Jeongyeon chuckle.

“I don’t know how you even manage to hide that thing.” She muttered, pulling the shorts down, too.

“That’s for me to know, and for you to be the only one who gets to see.” Sana replied, kicking the offending fabric away.

Jeongyeon’s hazy eyes immediately focused on the toy. Sana had worn her favorite- a medium-sized, realistic looking one that matched her skin tone. It wasn’t extraordinary in any way, and they had other, much more fun toys, but it never failed to make Jeongyeon scream. Sana didn’t miss how her girlfriend quickly ran her tongue over her bottom lip, her expression completely blank with want. Her body trembled just slightly as she finally looked up at Sana, locking eyes with her.

She was being good. She was waiting for permission.

“Go on, baby.” Sana whispered. “Suck it.”

And Jeongyeon did. Within seconds, her mouth was on Sana, making a show of swirling her tongue around the head before taking the rest of it into her mouth. Even though Sana couldn’t actually feel it, the sight alone was enough to make her stomach tense up, a jolt of pleasure going straight to her core.

“Good girl.” Sana said, her hand finding the top of Jeongyeon’s hair, her fingers tangling into her freshly dyed blue locks. “Mommy’s good girl.”

She helped guide Jeongyeon up and down on the toy, resisting the urge to buck her hips. Jeongyeon’s moves were sloppy, still remotely tipsy as she worked, drool spilling out of the corner of her mouth as she stared up at Sana the entire time she sucked her off. It was gross, it was still so unsafe. At any point someone could absolutely be banging on that bathroom door, trying to get inside.

Sana loved all of it.

So yes, she did want something to happen. Maybe not this exact scenario, but something. It had been weeks since her and Jeongyeon had gotten to do anything, and honestly, Sana had planned to rail her brains out in the backseat of her car after they left. But this would work.

“Mommy…” Jeongyeon whined around the head, her mouth muffled from having the toy between her lips. “Need you in me…”

This would definitely work.

Sana finally pulled her off, a string of spit connecting Jeongyeon’s mouth to the toy. The older girl was looking at her with so much want, her expression dazed as she wiped the corner of her mouth with her sleeve. She adjusted herself so that she could press her thighs together, whimpering as she stared up at her girlfriend. Sana tried to ignore how the sight made her core ache, still wanting to get this done quickly.

“Alright, alright. You’ve been good, c’mon.”

Sana helped Jeongyeon to her feet, her hands immediately finding the buckle of her belt, making quick work of undoing it. She pressed a gentle kiss to Jeongyeon’s cheek, not wanting to smear her lipstick, before tugging her jeans and boxers down to her knees.

“Against the counter, baby. Show me that pretty ass of yours.” She whispered, her hand on Jeongyeon’s waist.

Jeongyeon just nodded absentmindedly, doing exactly what she was told. She held on to the edge of the countertop, leaning forward. Sana got behind her, her hand slipping down between her thighs, gently running her fingers through Jeongyeon’s folds. She gave her clit a few taps with her index finger before lazily circling it, making sure to focus on the sensitive spot under the hood. When Jeongyeon’s knees buckled slightly, she drug her finger down to her entrance, dipping it in just enough to tease the poor girl even more.

“Fuck, Jeongyeonie.” Sana taunted. “Already so wet for me.”

Jeongyeon just whined, looking back over her shoulder.

“N-Need you, please…”

It would be so easy to keep teasing her. It was fun to make Jeongyeon work for it- to have her broken before Sana ever even fucked her. But when she saw the look on Jeongyeon’s face, the sound of the loud music echoing up the stairwell and into the hallway, she remembered they really needed to get this done. Sana had no intention of denying her anything. Right then, she couldn’t. Even if she wanted to.

“I know, baby. I know.” Sana whispered, taking her hand away and finally lining the toy up with Jeongyeon’s entrance. “It’s okay. I’ll take such good care of you, puppy.”

Sana moved her hand to hold onto Jeongyeon’s hip, finally pressing the toy into her. A loud moan spilled out of the older girl’s mouth, and Sana’s grip tightened just a bit as she froze.

“Jeong- you need to be quiet. Or else you won’t get anything.”

Jeongyeon just bit her lower lip, nodding desperately. That was good enough for Sana, who took it as a sign to press herself in further. Jeongyeon leaned forward even more, giving Sana a better angle. The moment Sana was all the way in, Jeongyeon let out a sigh, her eyes falling shut as she pushed herself back against Sana, grinding against the toy. Normally Sana would’ve reprimanded her, reminded her that she would take what was given to her, but she’d give her a pass. For now, anyways.

“Feeling better, baby?” Sana cooed, gripping Jeongyeon’s hips tighter, but still not moving. “Such a little slut, couldn’t wait ‘til we got home?”

She’d play with her just a little, though.

Jeongyeon shook her head. Sana gave her a shallow thrust, pressing the toy impossibly deeper and earning a squeak from the older girl.

“N-No, couldn’t wait-” Jeongyeon whined. “Mommy, please-”

Sana cut her off by giving her another harsh thrust. Jeongyeon couldn’t help but grunt, whimpering as she fell forward onto her forearms. Sana finally took off, bucking her hips roughly, as fast as she possibly could. She watched Jeongyeon through the mirror, practically grinning at how her jaw would clench and release each time she pushed back in. It was the prettiest sight in the world, to her. The sounds of skin against skin filled the tiny bathroom, echoing over the music from below. Sana didn’t care at that point- she needed to absolutely ruin her girl.

“God, puppy, you’re so easy, y’know that?” Sana huffed out between thrusts. “So fucking- easy to get all worked up.”

Jeongyeon nodded, completely brainless as she groaned. Sana had no idea if it was the alcohol or the fact that she was being fucked, but either way, she was gone.

“So fun to play with.” Sana added, reaching up to grab Jeongyeon’s hair, pulling the shivering girl up. “So desperate to cum, aren’t you? That’s all you ever think about, isn’t it?”

“Y-Yes- fuck.” Jeongyeon croaked out. “All I want- wanna cum for you.”

Sana thrusted again, even deeper this time. Jeongyeon moaned unabashedly, arching back into Sana’s grip. Sana continued to hold her up by her hair, her other hand still hanging onto her hip. She dug her nails into the soft skin, earning yet another pathetic noise out of her girlfriend.

So much for getting this done quietly. Sana really didn’t give a single shit anymore, couldn’t. Even if she tried. And she was absolutely not trying.

“So fucking loud.” Sana hissed, her pace never letting up. “Bet you want us to get caught. I bet you’d love if someone walked in on us like this- you want everyone to see me ruining you, don’t you?”

Jeongyeon did her best to nod, her eyes still screwed shut.

“P-Please, I want- want everyone to know I’m your- your slutty little puppy. Hope all of them can hear me, hope they all know just how good you fuck me.”

Sana could really feel it then. She knew she was fucking dripping, felt the way her clit pulsed each time she fucked herself into Jeongyeon. And to hear that, on top of everything else? Oh, this was so much better than she ever could’ve imagined. To have Jeongyeon so willing to be ruined, to know she wants to be caught. To be absolutely railing her in some nasty frat boy bathroom, to know that those boys would never know what happened in there. Sana wondered if she’d finish without Jeongyeon ever even touching her. They’d never done anything like this before, so she had no idea how Jeongyeon felt about it. But fuck, was it good. They should go to parties more often.

She thrusted again, knowing she hit the spot that Jeongyeon loved the most just based on her reaction. The older girl cried out, her body practically going limp as Sana begin to focus on that spot, hitting it over and over and over again. Another whimper spilled from Jeongyeon’s lips as Sana finally let go of her hair, using that hand to reach around to her front, slipping it between her hips and the counter. She found Jeongyeon’s clit and quickly began rubbing tight circles into it, earning another languid sound out of her. Her knees buckled, her hips pressed back, her body falling back against Sana’s front right as she-

“Sana? Jeongyeon? Are you two up here?”

Both of them froze. They stared at each other in the mirror, horrified as they heard footsteps approaching.

“C’mon guys, I’m worried. You’ve been gone for so long.”

Jihyo.

Jeongyeon was the first to move, trying to pull away.

“Sana-”

Sana didn’t let her go.

“That’s not my name, puppy.”

Jeongyeon bit her lip, hard enough that Sana was almost concerned she’d break the skin. Her face was bright red, her expression pained. Sana cocked her head to the side, smirking as she rocked her hips again. Jeongyeon leaned forward, gripping the edge of the counter, doing her best to contain a whimper.

“W-What are you doing?” She whispered, her voice laced with panic.

“Thought you wanted to get caught, baby.” Sana replied, leaning forward so her lips were right next to Jeongyeon’s ear. “Or were you lying to me?”

Right as Sana bucked her hips again, there was a knock on the door.

“Sana, Jeongyeon- is that you guys?” Jihyo asked from the other side.

This made things so much more fun.

Jeongyeon pushed herself back up, her brows threading together at the sensation of Sana getting pushed deeper inside her because of the movement. Sana quickly reached up, cupping her mouth with one hand, her other hand starting to rub her clit again, even fucking harder than before.

“Yeah- sorry, Jeongyeon got sick.” Sana replied evenly, raising her voice just loud enough so Jihyo could hear. “We’ll be out in a few minutes.”

“Oh, oh god- do you need help?” Jihyo asked, concerned. She started to fidget with the doorknob. “Here, let me in-”

“No, it’s okay!” Sana replied, pressing her fingers down harder.

Jeongyeon’s body shuddered, a small squeak escaping her lips. Sana clamped her hand down even harder.

“Are you sure? Did she throw up or something?” Jihyo asked.

“Yeah- she drank too much. It’s okay though, promise! I’ve got it handled.” Sana answered, her voice still completely calm as she continued to work at Jeongyeon. “We’ll be out in a few minutes.”

By then, Jeongyeon’s eyes had rolled to the back of her head. Her body was completely limp as she laid against Sana, letting the younger girl do whatever she pleased. Each pass of her fingers over the sensitive nub caused Jeongyeon to tremble, her hips jerking, the toy that was still nestled inside her pressing even deeper. Jihyo was still standing at the door, the floor creaking each time she shifted her weight, seemingly unaware about what the two of them were actually doing. The whole scene was fucking absurd.

But clearly, Jeongyeon was enjoying this. And Sana was, too.

“I mean- I’ll just wait here until you’re done.” Jihyo said. “I can help if you need!”

Sana needed to push it even further.

“Jeongyeonie.” She whispered, just loud enough for only the two of them to hear.

Jeongyeon finally came to, blinking a few times before looking at her in the mirror again. She didn’t reply, couldn’t.

“You gonna cum just like this?” Sana murmured, smirking. “With my cock so deep in you while your best friend is right outside that door?”

Jeongyeon exhaled deeply, a moment passing before she nodded rapidly. Sana bucked her hips again, the hand that was still working at her clit pressing down even harder. The tiny bathroom was practically shaking from the music downstairs, just loud enough to muffle everything.

It was the perfect opportunity to test Jeongyeon’s limits.

“Bet you want her to see you like this, huh?” Sana pressed further. “Want her to watch as your mommy absolutely ruins you? Want her to know just how much of a disgusting little slut you really are?”

The faintest whine escaped Jeongyeon’s lips, her fists clenching at her sides, tears welling in her eyes as they fell closed again. Sana had her right where she wanted her.

“I could reach over and open that door right now, if I really wanted to. Let Jihyo watch you right as you broke. You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”

Jeongyeon just kept nodding, grinding her hips back against Sana’s front. After a particularly harsh movement, she shuddered.

“C-Close.” She managed to whisper through gritted teeth, her voice still muffled by Sana’s hand. “Mommy, please let me cum. Please.”

So fucking filthy.

“Go ahead, baby.” Sana said, her voice coming out honey-sweet next to Jeongyeon’s ear. “Cum for me. And for her, too. Put on a show for us, puppy.”

Jeongyeon just kept nodding as she rocked her hips back in perfect timing with Sana’s fingers swiping under the hood of her clit. The sensation of it made Jeongyeon finally break, her jaw falling open in a silent scream as she trembled violently. Sana quickly moved her hand from her mouth down, wrapping it around her waist to keep her upright. Her other hand stayed pressed against the now very swollen bundle of nerves, rubbing gentle circles into it to help guide Jeongyeon through. Sana pressed a few kisses to the side of her face, not really minding the lipstick smears it left behind.

When Jeongyeon finally came back down to earth, her breath evening out and her body shuddering from the overstimulation, Sana pulled away. She finally stepped back, ungluing herself from the older girl as she slowly pulled the strap out of her. Jeongyeon did her best to hold back a whimper at the feeling, leaning forward to hold the countertop.

Talk about a show.

“So good.” Sana whispered, helping Jeongyeon get her clothes back on. “Did so good, Jeongie.”

Jeongyeon finally turned around, facing the younger girl. Her face and neck were red, her forehead covered in sweat, lipstick marks all over her cheek. She leaned back against the counter, a blissed out smile on her lips as she held her arms out for Sana. The whole scene was beyond cheesy, even for Sana’s hopelessly romantic self. But the moment Jeongyeon finally opened her now watery eyes, tilting her head to the side just like a little puppy expecting a treat, Sana couldn’t resist. She’d really never be able to resist her sweet girl.

She let Jeongyeon pull her in by her waist, trying her best to not let the stupid strap get in the way. Eventually she just gave up, choosing to settle between Jeongyeon’s legs, the toy awkwardly pressing against the older girl’s stomach. Both of them giggled softly as they kissed, Sana smiling brightly against Jeongyeon’s lips.

But, of course, the moment she opened her mouth to say something, that’s when Jihyo knocked on the door again. Go figure.

“Yah! Sana?” Jihyo asked. “You promise she’s alright?”

“She’s good, Ji! She’s so good!” Her voice dropped, low enough for only the two of them to hear, her thumbs coming up to wipe a few lingering tears away from the corners of Jeongyeon’s eyes. “So, so good.”

“Alright.” Jihyo said, clearly annoyed. “I’m gonna go wait downstairs. Nayeon wants to leave when you two get back, but take your time.”

“We’ll be down in a few minutes!” Sana said, cupping Jeongyeon’s face in her hands as she ran her thumbs across the apples of her cheeks. “Just need some time alone, okay?”

“Whatever you say, girl.” Jihyo said, her voice a bit distant, as if she was facing away from the door. “I’d have left her to die, personally.”

Jeongyeon couldn’t help but snort. Sana rolled her eyes.

“And that’s why you’re the best friend and I’m the girlfriend, Park Jihyo!”

“Yah! As if I’d ever want to date that!” Jihyo argued back. There was a small sigh from the other side of the door. “You’re a saint, really, Sana. You’re really good to her.”

Sana looked up at Jeongyeon with a soft smile. The older girl just nodded before leaning in to peck her lips again. A few moments passed before, finally, Jihyo walked away. Sana and Jeongyeon both let out the breath they’d been holding for what felt like hours, sighing with relief as they held each other.

“How you feeling?” Sana whispered, laying her head against Jeongyeon’s shoulder.

“Incredibly sober.” She answered dryly. “But good. That was… Fun. Very fun.”

“You seemed to really enjoy it, baby.” Sana teased, earning a small noise of protest from her girlfriend. “We’ll have to have a talk about all of that later. Didn’t know you had all that in you.”

“God- I know, I know. Really, I didn’t know I did.” Jeongyeon huffed out, wrapping her arms around Sana’s waist even tighter than before. “And frankly, I didn’t know you did, either.”

Jeongyeon shifted just a bit, grimacing.

“I’m gonna be sore for days.”

“Aw, but you like that.”

“I do. Only for you, though.”

Sana looked up at her, squinting.

“Better not be for anyone else.” She said, her cheeks puffed out with a pout. “You’re mine, Jeongyeonie.”

Jeongyeon just smiled, rolling her eyes.

“I’m yours. No one else’s.”

They kissed a few more times before Sana finally pulled away, reminding Jeongyeon that they had to leave. And, reminding her that they were very much not finished. Jeongyeon awkwardly stared at the floor, her cheeks turning red when Sana casually guided one of her hands down between her thighs, allowing her to feel just how wet she was. Jeongyeon repeatedly reassured her she’d handle it the moment they got home as she took the toy out of the harness and washed it in the sink. Sana stayed pressed against her back the entire time, watching her work.

It was cute how embarrassed Jeongyeon got after everything was said and done. She whined when Sana looked over her shoulder, told her to go away, tried to make it so Sana couldn’t see what she was doing. It was adorable. Her big, strong butch that was secretly the neediest person on the whole planet. No one got to see that side of her, only Sana. And Sana loved her more than anything or anyone else.

The two of them slightly panicked when they couldn’t find anything to dry the toy off with. Sana started opening cabinets, thankfully stumbling across a roll of paper towels underneath the sink. They awkwardly dried the toy off, putting it back in the harness, and Sana turned around so Jeongyeon couldn’t see her tucking the toy back into her shorts. The older girl whined, wanting to know how Sana did it, but Sana just shooed her away as she finally pulled her skirt back up. She had her secrets, always had to keep Jeongyeon guessing, after all.

“You have to act like you were in here puking when we go back downstairs.” Sana said as she took a wet paper towel to Jeongyeon’s cheek, wiping the lipstick stains off. She ran her hand through Jeongyeon’s hair, ruffling it just a bit. “Good thing you already look a little disheveled.”

“Hey-” Jeongyeon pouted. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means-” Sana said as she threw the paper towel away. “You look fucked out, baby.”

Jeongyeon mashed her lips together, her cheeks turning red as she looked down at the floor. There was no way in hell she was gonna let this incident go, but she’d teased enough already. They had other things to be doing, anyways.

“It’s cute.” Sana said, cupping Jeongyeon’s cheek. “You’re cute.”

Jeongyeon rolled her eyes.

“Whatever.”

She smiled softly.

“I love you. Thanks for this.”

“I love you, too.” Sana replied, patting down her skirt before giving herself one last look over in the mirror.

Before she could say anything, Jeongyeon had already pulled her lipstick out of the pocket of her jeans. She silently handed it over to Sana, who quickly reapplied it, making sure she looked remotely decent. The moment she put the cap back on, Jeongyeon was already taking it back from her, sliding it back into her pocket (with the rest of Sana’s “necessities”) for safekeeping.

Jeongyeon was just as good to her, really. So, so good.

“You know I’ll always take care of you, baby.” She said, finally turning around and nudging Jeongyeon’s shoulder. “Now c’mon. You owe me big time for this little stunt.”

Jeongyeon couldn’t argue with that. In fact, she had other ideas of what she could be doing instead- ones that would be way better done in their own bed back at their place. Sana gave her a quick kiss before finally pulling her out of the bathroom, the sounds of the party becoming much more clear and bright as they stepped into the hallway. There were cheers of students clearly playing some game, the sound of music and laughter spilling up the stairs. Sana gave Jeongyeon one last look, smiling coyly. Jeongyeon shook her head incredulously before going to lean on Sana’s shoulder, making sure they’d be able to fake their way out of anyone questioning if she was really sick or not.

So maybe frat parties weren’t that bad. If it meant they’d get to do that again, they’d definitely be going. For the free booze, they’d say. But hopefully no one would ever find out why they were really there.

[ardentlydekkaone]

thinking abt sana riding your thigh, slick and wet, her neck littered with marks…her hands dragging down your back as she makes eye contact directly with you, pupils dilated.

[heechwe]

𝖙𝖜𝖎𝖈𝖊 𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖘 - 𝖎.

ʚɞ pairing: park jihyo x fem!reader ʚɞ word count: 0.3k ʚɞ genre: fluff ʚɞ tags: college!au ʚɞ synopsis: It was love at first sip, and second, and third.

You were stunned to say the least that Jihyo, the cute girl from your philosophy class, was sitting at your usual table in the smoothie shop on campus. Her drink seems to be either strawberry or raspberry from the pink tinge inside of the plastic cup, but it could have been your least favorite flavor and you still would admire her taste all the same. The most important part's her presence and how beautiful she looks both in and out of class.

Jihyo's hair's in a ponytail and she's wearing some form of workout gear, potentially meaning she was either coming from or planning to go to a workout session. Beautiful, smart, conscious about her health...she was perfect.

She looks up and smiles at you in passing, head turning back to the book she's reading. Your heart stops at her acknowledgement of your existence, and it jumps back to life when she looks up again at you in recognition.

She says your name with a smile and waves you over. Without thinking twice, you walk quickly over to your booth, your crush commendeering it as her own. "Now I remember! You argued with the professor about medical ethics."

You chuckle and clutch your smoothie tighter. The condensation from the drink mixes with the sweat on your palm. "Yeah, I don't get so easily heated, but you know how it can be in discussions."

"Right," she says, laughing. Her eyes motion towards the empty seat at her booth. "You want to sit? No fun to drink a smoothie alone, right?"

You swallow the anxious knot in your throat and sit down in front of her. Was this real? Was she actually interested in talking to you more?

"What flavor did you get?"

"Blueberry pomegranate," you reply.

"I knew I should've gotten that one! I picked strawberry kiwi." She takes your drink from your hand and takes a long sip from your cup, looking you in the eyes the entire time.

Was she fucking flirting?

The answer seems to come in her infectious smirk. "Your smoothie is definitely better than mine."

You pluck up every ounce of courage you can and offer, "How about I buy you a new cup? You can spot me on the next one."

She nods, a dimple appearing. "I'd like that."

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𝑀𝑒𝓃𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔𝑒 & 𝒮𝓊𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒

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"Okay, what do you think?"

Nayeon opened her eyes as you finally told her she could. She took a long, long time to observe you, and closed her eyes again. "Next!"

"What-you don't like it?"

"Frankly... No."

You pouted and looked at yourself in the mirror while adjusting the bottom of the short black dress. Nayeon appeared behind you, arms on her hips. "Don't pout like this. It's not my fault you look like you're going to your aunt's funeral. Go change."

You turned around and stared at Nayeon.

"What ?"

...

"My god Y/n! Is your dressing that empty!"

She left the bedroom to go to her room. You heard her seeking in her clothes before she came back. "Here you go."

You took the hanger she handed you and put it at your height.

"Isn't it too... Revealing?"

"Put this on and you'll charm everybody, trust me. Boys and girls."

"O-okay."

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The luxury restaurant where the bal took place wasn't too far from your university, so you just had to take the bus to get there (even though going in a bus with an evening dress is not the best idea). You had only been invited because Sana asked them to, so you decided to wait for her in front of the gold poles decorating the entry of the restaurant. By the time she made it, she looked anything but happy.

"Let's go already." She simply said while not even waiting for you.

You entered the main room and immediately felt that weird feeling in your stomach.

The place was chic. Many tables were already filled with laughters and half-drunk glasses of wine. The restaurant was enlightened by the large chandelier in the middle of the selling. Underneath all those noises, two musicians played violin, and another the piano. Observing your surroundings, you would have never guess that one day, you would step in such a place.

A waiter passed near you with a tray of empty glasses, and a bottle of Champagne in his other hand. Watching him excusing himself for the wait made you feel guilty.

Usually, you would find yourself on the other side, and being here with that dress of yours, waiting for the waiter to ask for you command isn't exactly what you thought you would be doing instead of serving those plates.

The door that lead to, what you presumed, the kitchens opened. You gulped.

Joshua...

You haven't told him you would be part of this event, but just that you won't be able to work tonight. Seeing your worried expression Sana touched your shoulder softly. "You okay?"

You flinched at her touch and chuckled lightly. "Yeah, I just need to use the bathroom, if you excuse me." You stood up from your chair and made your way towards the bathroom. Just as you were about to open the door, a figure came in front of you.

"Nice dress."

Joshua eyed your up and down, taking his time to admire the midnight blue fabric descending your body and letting your curves on display with a slot on the right part of the dress. "I-it isn't mine... It's Nayeon's actually." You looked down as if he was about to reprimand you for not telling him you would be here.

"She has good tastes."

Joshua saw the guilt appearing on your face and he laughed. "Don't blame yourself for being here. You should enjoy your night! I mean, it's not every day that we get to be invited by the Minatozaki Sana right?"

"How do you k-"

"I know everything, don't forget that. But, friend advice: don't trust her too much."

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. "Why?"

"She's a bitch."

You didn't have time to ask for more as you heard Joshua's name being shouted from the kitchens. "I should get going now, see you later!"

He left you in front of the lady's bathrooms. You resumed your previous action and entered the white room. You couldn't stop but kept thinking about what Joshua said. She's a bitch?

For you, he was completely wrong. The way Sana looked at you and talked to you was screaming nothing but pure kindness and innocence. What happened in the park made you realize that you haven't been this close with a girl in a while (except Nayeon of course, but she lives with you so it doesn't count). Yeah, sure, Sana at first was selfish and mean. But you were sure that it was because she didn't know you. Now that you spent all those moments with her, mostly at work of course, you know that she sees you differently, maybe even as a friend.

But even if she was the way Joshua described her, you couldn't help it. You couldn't help that each time she talks to you, your heart skips a beat. That whenever you happen to make her smile, you were smiling even more. Yes, she was a grown woman, famous and rich, and you were just a small college student that happened to know her, but you couldn't help it.

Wait...

You can't have a crush on her in such a small amount of time can you?

The water was chasing the soap away from your hands when you heard the door opening. The girl next to you took a paper from the machine and wiped what seemed to be a spot on her red dress. She turned her head in you direction and saw your gaze on her. You immediately looked away.

"It sucks isn't it?" You hummed and closed the faucet before shaking your hand to remove excess water. She handed you a paper and you thanked her.

"You're Y/n right?" She asked, which sounded more like a rethorical question.

"Yes?"

She looked at you up and down and tilted her head. "Sana didn't tell me you looked like that."

"Like what?"

"Pretty."

Heat took place in your cheeks at the feeling of being complimented by such a gorgeous woman. "T-thank you."

"I'm Momo." She stretched her hand and you shook it. "My name is Y/n. You know Sana?"

"Yeah, we're friends."

Momo opened the bathroom door and invited you to leave first. "She said you worked for her, is that true?"

"Yes, I mean... Not completly but kind of." She nodded as you looked at your table's direction and saw that Sana was no longer there. "Is there a problem?" Momo could feel your confusion.

"Sana isn't here..."

Screw Sana.

"Oh it's okay, you can sit with me."

She took your hand in hers, making you a bit taken aback by her move, and led you to a table near the bar.

"So, how is Sana?"

"What do you mean?"

"Is she kind with you?"

You shifted in you seat to arrange your posture. "Yeah. She's very kind. She gave me a way to upgrade my grades and also invited me to go to this bal with her so.... I think she's even more than kind."

"Right..." Muttered Momo.

"What did you say?"

"Oh nothing, nothing."

She put her hand into her palm and stared at you. You felt uncomfortable as you saw her gaze slowly scanning every curve of your face.

"S-so heum... How did Sana and you meet?"

"We had a mutual friend."

"Had?" You asked curiously.

"Yeah, he left." Your smile dropped and Momo laughed at your sudden change of expression. "Not in that way, sweetheart. Let's just say he... did something."

"You seem really sad." Momo shrugged her shoulders. "May I ask what have he done?"

She rolled her eyes at the thought of it. "It's just that one day him and Sana argued something at work, and since then, Sana hates him. And now she wants to ruin his career."

"Career? It's someone famous then?"

"Maybe...."

You giggled as she smiled. "How come you're not with them?"

"Them" being the groups of rich people gathering all around the room, talking and laughing out loud. She followed your gaze and side-eyed them. "Not my thing. Believe me, behind all of those tailored suits and perfect dress is hiding an arrogant, selfish, and horrible person."

"Are you aiming at someone?"

Momo sighed and called a waiter with her hand. "Let's just order some drink, I'm thirsty."

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Momo was a cool person. She was really easy to talk to.

".... And do you know what she replied to me? 'my daughter is prettier than you' even though she looks like a failed experience!" You almost chocked on your drink as you laughed at Momo's story. When you calmed yourself down, you brushed the few tears that were starting to appear on the corners of your eye.

"My god you're so funny! I wonder why Sana has never presented you to me."

Momo took a sip of her drink. "Yeah, I'm wondering too."

"Speaking of her, do you know where she is?"

She turned around to looked at the empty table that you and Sana previously occupied, and switched her gaze to you. "No idea. It has already been thirty minutes since she went away."

You felt a feeling of deception at the thought that Sana left you. "But, let's see the good side! Without this we wouldn't have met!" You smiled at her enthusiasm and nodded.

"Yeah sure!"

The red liquid moved in your glass as you had fun making it spin around in circles. Momo watched you play with your drink, chin on her palm, before her eyes drifted on the way you were staring at your wine.

"Can I ask you something?" You said.

"Of course, what is it ?"

Momo saw that you were a bit hesitant about what you wanted to say, and to rassure you she put her hand on yours who was holding the glass. You offered her a smile and got back up straight.

"The guy that you told me about earlier....the one that Sana hates..."

"Yes ?"

"What is his name?"

Hearing what you said she just laughed. "You don't have to be so worried, it's not a secret or something."

"I just thought that it was kind of a personal question..."

Momo shook her head while a smile was still placed on her face. "No No, don't worry it isn't. I think you know him, he's kind of famous. It's-"

"Do I interrupt you?!"

You both flinched as you heard a voice raised behind you. Turning around you met Sana's piercing gaze looking at Momo like she was about to stab her to death.

The woman in front of you quickly replaced her surprised expression with a smirk."Well, considering the fact that you left her as soon as you got here and that if I wasn't there she would be left alone, then yes, you're kind of disturbing us."

Sana rolled her eyes at Momo since she didn't have anything to say because it was clearly her fault. "I had to deal with somet-"

The high pitched sound of a glass resonated in the closed restaurant. A woman in her fiftee's was walking on the small stairs that leaded to the stage who was placed to make sure that everyone could see. Her hair were grey and cut short. The way she walked, while keeping her posture perfectly straight, showed the years of experience she obviously had.

The aged woman headed to the microphone and coughed to catch everyone's attention.

"Welcome everyone, and thank you for taking the time to get here and for the wait. Tonight, I want to dedicate this bal to my grand-daughter, Harin, who has finally graduated with honor of the jury. To celebrate this wonderful event, she is going to play us a piece o-"

You couldn't hear the end of the sentence because Sana took your wrist and made you stand up. She approached you to her so she could whisper in your ear. "Let's get out of here."

Your question couldn't leave your throat as Sana dragged you through the suits and gold dresses to arrive in front of the main door. Momo was watching the scene from afar. A sighed left her throat, and she brought her attention back to the start of Pour Elise Harin was playing.

Momo ruined her plan, it's okay, Sana had other ways to catch it up.

The way Sana ordered you to get in the back of the car made you surprised... and changed your thoughts. The alcohol you let sliding down your throat was starting to get effects on you. It was just a small glass of wine...

Sana got in the front and started up. Your eyes observed the way her hand was moving the gear lever. From her slim shoulder, down her naked arm, to her fingers. Your breath hitched and your thighs rubbed together to sooth the heat that went back to your cheeks.

You raised your eyes and met Sana's, looking at you through the mirror. You immediately lowered your gaze and instead observe the landscape who was moving in front of your eyes. It was peaceful.

Almost all of the street lamps were lighted, expect for some of them who were flashing slightly. An orange and yellow light gradually covered the houses as the sun was setting. The wind coming thought the windows brushed a few hair falling away from you face, and caressed your cheek in such a gentle manner.

You left your dream when Sana pulled the car over and got out of it. The car door suddenly opened and Sana stood there, waiting for you to get out as well. Standing on your feet, she closed it and entered the building that leaded to her apartment.

Where she lived was... different from your place. Really different.

The living room was a large room where, at its center, was a black sofa, giving it a chic vibe. The floor was decorated by a long carpet placed in front of the sofa, and a small wooded table separated the TV from where you sat. You didn't notice Sana left, not until she came back with two glasses in one hand, and a bottle of red wine in the other.

"Take a sit."

She gestured you the sofa for you to sit on. You did as she said, before she took a place next to you.

You watched her purred some wine in the glasses, and handed you one, which you accepted without complaining.

"So," She took a sip of her drink and looked at you intently, her cheek resting on the back of her hand. "what did Momo and you talked about?"

You were a bit nervous being under her gaze, but you obviously complied.

"She told me some funny stories and how you guys met-"

"She must have told you about Bang chan then."

Bang chan? You knew that name from somewhere... Joshua told you about him.

"He is the one your argued with?"

She hummed. "You know him?"

"No. But I have a friend who has already talked to him, a few times."

You immediately saw Sana's sudden change of behavior. Her eyes opened as if she had discovered something, and she straightened herself. "Really?"

"Y-yeah?"

"Did that friend told you anything about him?"

"W-why?"

"You know, everyone think that I'm the one who's a bitch in this story, which really pisses me off. He's not what everyone thinks he is. But clearly nobody believes me. I need something, or rather someone to proof them wrong."

"Oh." You nodded. "Well, he told me that, he did do some... Bad things."

"Which are?"

"He...cheated on his heum.. Girlfriend."

You think you never saw such a smile on Sana's face before. Her eyes were glowing in the faint bright of the opened kitchen's lights.

"I knew he was hiding something... Such an asshole. What else?"

You would certainly have respond, if it wasn't for her to move closer to you, way too close. You mind shut down and you were using all your streight to not gulp and intensify the blush already appearing on your cheeks. "H-huh?"

"What else did he tell you?"

"oh heum...I d-don't remember what else h-he... said..."

At first, Sana wondered why you were suddenly stuttering so much. Then, she could almost feel the heat in your face, giving it a red color. She watched you nervously drink the wine, as well as the little bump appearing on your throat each time you swallowed.

God, she's cute.

Without knowing it you finished almost all of your wine. You looked down at your hands and played with your fingers, while still holding the glass.

"I-it's getting late, I think I should probably go h-"

Your words got cut off when Sana grabbed your jaw and turned your head towards her. She was way, way closer than before.

"You can't remember, or is something distracting you?"

"W-what?"

"You heard me."

Yes, something was definitely destracting you.

The way her eyes were staring at yours, so deep, like she is digging holes into your soul. Her hand gripping your jaw and making impossible for you to move your head away from her intense gaze. You hissed as her nails sank in your skin. Suddenly, she let go of your jaw, without waiting for further answer.

"You know," She started, taking a sip of her drink and putting her glass on the wooded table. "I've always thought you were one of a million girls, who's only goal in life is to reach your pathetic dreams."

Her words slided in you like poison. You lowered your head as you felt dumb thinking that her being mean to you was over. Maybe Joshua was right, maybe she is a bitch.

"I hated you."

"Why do y-"

She raised her hand to stop you from talking and let her finish. "Right now, I really want to hate you... But look at you..."

She moved her hand towards your face, you flinched thinking she was going to grab your jaw again but instead, she gently caressed your blushed cheek.

"...the way you blush under me is so cute..."

She lowered her hand, and her thumb made contact with your lips. She kingly caresser your bottom lip, and pulled it from time to time.

"...and your lips... God, so inviting. I never saw you this close before. You're such a cutie."

The redness already present on your face intensified, especially when she unexpectedly pressed a kiss on your lips. Her warm breath crashed on your mouth. You felt her other hand sliding into your hair, and you let out a yelp when she pressed the back of your head for you lips to crash into hers. Her kiss was hungry, swallowing each whines you let out and devouring your mouth.

Her fingers caressed the back of your exposed thigh, and went back up slowly, going under your dress. Her hand almost touching your ass was enough for you to realise what was going on, and sit up straight.

"I-I should really go."

You grabbed your purse that you left on the table and made your way towards the front door. Yes, Sana's lips felt heavenly kissing you, but you didn't want to give yourself to someone who openly admitted to never gave a damn about you.

"I thought you liked me."

Your hand stopped from turning the handle of the door. You heard the sound of the sofa shifting, indicating that she was standing up.

"You still do, don't you ? I know I haven't been very kind, let me make it up to you."

The footsteps were getting closer, until you felt arms embracing your waist. Her fingers brushed the straids of hair falling on your neck to the other side, before she drop a gentle kiss there. She slowly turned you around without you protesting.

"What would you want to do that? You said you hate me..."

She hummed and moved a straight of hair behind your ear. "Me hating you doesn't change the fact that you're very cute right now."

Her hands grabbed the straid of your purse and throw it somewhere on the floor. You haven't even time to complain that her lips found yours again, pushing you on the door.

You had a hard time following her. She kissed you desperately, tasting your mouth, like the dream of doing that was running in her mind for years, and she could finally grant it. She took your waist by the arm, pressing you against her, and moved both of you on the couch.

She was the first one to sit on the black leather. Her hands patted her laps, inciting you to climb on her.

Your thighs were straddling her waist. Your neck was covered with her lips, everywhere, filling the room with the sound of her kisses and sighs that left her lips each time you would grip on her hair, pushing her even more against you as if you weren't close enough.

Her hands moved to your back. Your dress was more than annoying her for keeping her away from really feeling you. Just as her fingers almost reached the zipper, suddenly, she stopped and pushed you off of her. "No." You heard her whisper.

She stood up and took your hand in hers. "Come here sweetheart."

You had no idea where she was dragging you. The only thing you knew is that the rest of her apartment was as she looks, luxurious and gracious. Your little contemplation was quickly interrupted when she pushed you in a room.

You felt something under your feets and, looking down, you met a giant white carpet that probably cost hundreds of dollars.

You turned around, and you were mismerised.

Not only there was an enormous, comfy-look bed in the middle of the bedroom, but also a large window instead of a wall giving a beautiful view of the city.

Darkness had almost fallen on the tall buildings, only stopped by the city's lights, offering a real spectacle. As hypnotizing as all of this was, you wandered if people could see both of you through the window, and it kind of made you feel nervous.

Sana interrupted you again as she placed her hands on your waist and made you sit on her bed. "They can't see us, don't worry." She informed you, seeing you gazing the window.

The sheets of the bed were as soft as Sana's hands carefully getting you out of your dress. She slided it down your thigh, and removed it completely, throwing it in a chair near, what you assumed to be, her closet.

She then parted from you, and walked towards a tall mirror on the closet door.

"S-sana why did..."

Your throat felt dry as you hesitated to finish your question, scared that she might get annoyed and stop everything. However, she turned towards you and stared, waiting for you to continue.

"Why did we change rooms?"

Her laugh filled the bedroom but you were too focused on the sight of her unzipping her dress to actually notice it.

"I can't fuck you properly on the couch, and besides, it's better to have sex on a bed, no?"

Her boldness created a lump in your throat. You quickly gulped it and pushed yourself closer to the center of the bed, still seating. You were to turned on by the simple thought of Sana to be shy about being almost naked in front of her, for the first time. Sana approached you with a smile (more like a smirk) on her face. Seeing you staring at her body and blushing so much only added to her ego.

She crawled on the bed to you, hovering over you. Her knees on each side of your hips, hair falling and softly caressing your face. Her mouth was just inches from yours, you felt her hot breath on your lips, but no, she didn't lean in yet. She wanted to intensify the contrast of getting to touch you however she wants by depriving herself from actually touching you.

Your fingertips tickled as you lightly gripped the sheets, so impatient for her to have her way with you. You two stayed like this, not wanting to succomb to lust yet, just breathing each other's air and staring at each other's eyes (or more Sana staring at your breast.) The atmosphere became heavier by the seconds. Redness came staining your cheeks as Sana devoured your body with her eyes, absolutely no ashamed of the action. When her gaze met your eyes again, she noticed the blush on your face.

"Sa-"

"Fuck, you're so cute."

And finally, she gave in. Her mouth captured your lips in a broken spell. Desire for more was now replacing the lust of her, of everything.

She kissed you with a new found force, pushing your head even more in the mattress as her lips tasted your mouth in every way. Your hands released the sheets and sneaked in her hair, gripping it as if you needed something to hold onto. You felt her tongue made her way into your mouth, tasting every corner of it as if she's having the meal of her life.

Her hand gripped your left thigh and wrapped around her waist. The new position you were in made your clothed core graze deliciously against her stomach. The friction alone made your head spin and a whine escaped your lips. As if it had a life of its own, your core grinned against Sana's tummy, desperate for more.

Feeling this Sana let go of your mouth and chuckled against your lips. "Patience baby," She grope your thigh to stop it from moving. "I promise I'll give you what you want."

She left a peck on your bruised lips. You panted, still recovering from the kiss, and tried to steady your breath, but it wasn't an easy task with Sana now kissing your neck. Your throat let out a sinful small whimper when she sucked on your skin to leave a deep red mark, that will soon turn into purple. She hummed at the sound and you felt her smiling against you. The room was now filled with the sound of her wet kisses, pants against your neck and the small whimpers she casually let out when you would pulled on her hair at her sucking your weak spot, and it drove you absolutely crazy.

You were too focused on the feeling of her lips on your neck to notice her right hand traveling up your back innocently and untieing your bra. The cold air hit your now bare breast as she threw the piece of fabric on the floor, not bothering where it landed.

She sit up straight to take an overall look at you and, god, what a sight.

You bruised, half-parted mouth let out heavy breaths as if she stole the air from your lungs. Your cheeks were covered in a pink tint softly glowing in the shine of the moon who slowly appeared in the sky, and the light of the alight bed lamp. Purple and teeth marks were decorating your neck and descending down your shoulder..

And your breasts.

Sana bit her lip as she stared at your nipples, looking so inviting. Your breath got stuck in your throat as her thumb flicked the bun, feeling it hardened on her finger. She lowered her head slowly, loving seeing your breath hitched at the excitation, and took your right tit in her mouth, slowly sucking it.

Your hands pushed her head deeper into you as your back arched to bring your breast closer to her mouth. You were going feral. A loud moan escaped your body as she pinched your left nipple with her thumb and index.

"Please !"

You didn't even know what you were pleading for, one thing was for sure, you were so turned on it almost hurt.

Yes, you were going feral,

but she was going crazy.

The way you whimpered at the smallest touch due to how sensitive you were incited her to suck harder, making you squirm and whine under her. Your tit felt so delicious in her mouth. And your breasts were so pretty, nipples hard and red.

Sana released your tit from her mouth with a last lick. A shiver escalated your spine as the cold air of the night brushed your saliva-covered nipple. While you found yourself panting and releasing small sighs, Sana's face was drawing itself in an expression of greed and lust. She pressed open-mouthed on your neck, moving up your ear.

"Your panties." Her command came out as a whisper. You obeyed.

The cloth slided down your legs and was thrown somewhere far from the bed, since you were both so sure it won't be needed for a long time. Sana sit back and used her hands to open your legs slowly. You noticed how she was biting her lip as she examined your lips.

You turned your head to the side as the feeling of her observing you while being so vulnerable was making you shy. You let out a low whine when you felt her fingers parting your lips. Your clit was throbbing like crazy, and it did not help at all when she used her thumb to softly brush against it.

The needing to close your legs both from embarrassment and to ease the pulsing was getting heavier. But you were quickly stopped by the woman above you.

"Close your legs and I swear I'll leave you like this, dripping like a whore."

You immediately put your legs in their original position

One of her hand hold your lips, opening you to her, and the other circled your clit slowly, before pinching it with her thumb and index. You yelped at the pain.

You truly didn't know why she was being so curious about what's happening down there.

Either she never seen a girl's pussy (which is probably not that because she played with your cunt so skillfully, knowing exactly what is going to make you whine), or she was just having fun torturing you.

Considering her personality and the way she talks to you, the second one was the most probable.

You heard her giggle as each brushed on your sensitive, buddle of nerve made your hole clench around nothing, and more pre-cum was coming out of it.

"God, you're drenched."

"S-sana...-just do it already!"

Sana quivered an eyebrow at your pleading. "Do what sweetheart?" She pressed her thumb against your clit and you cried out.

"J-just... fuck me-please Sana please please!"

You buckled your hips on her hand as an added silence plea. Sana hummed, liking the way you begged her and moved her hand down your entrance, before sinking her major finger in until she was knuckle deep inside of you. You cried out at the feeling of being filled by something. It's not like you never had sex at all, it's just that with all the school works, and your job you haven't really been able to get with someone or even hook up.

Your walls tightened around Sana's finger, not wanting to let her go. But she managed to get out. You whined loudly from the emptiness, until she pushed in again, somehow going deeper than before.

"F-fuck Sana I-I..."

A moan was ripped out of your throat when without warning you she let a second finger in. Withdrawing them, she quickly entered you. You head fall back against the pillow as her movements fastened, going in and out at a quick pace.

"Sa- hggh.... Sana!"

You hold the sheets in a tight grip. The room echoed with the sound of your heavy breaths cutted of by loud whimpers, such as the wet squelching of your pussy each time Sana pushed her fingers inside.

Speaking of her, well, she was just having her fun.

Seeing your mouth parted, letting out such dirty sounds, and your eyes closed to succomb even more to the pleasure made her chuckled. She moved up your body and took advantage of the state your were in to leave even more hickeys on your neck. Instead of pushing her off, one of your hand let go of the sheet and tangled in her hair to press her head harder against your body while the other remained gripping the fabric. God, you couldn't get enough.

You felt your stomach tightened as the need for release increased seconds by seconds.

"Sana I-I'm close... m-more!"

Fuck, if you wanted to be ruined, Sana would gladly do it for you.

She retired her fingers until only the tip of them remained in you, before slamming them back, adding a third one. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your mouth hanged open. A serie of profanities and affirmation left your throat. Your walls were tightening around Sana's fingers. Each mistrations felt like it was taking air from your lungs, burning so deliciously, and you were struggling to find your breath. You clinged on the sheets as you gasped loudly when Sana's fingers brushed against your sponge spot.

You struggled to keep your legs opened as your thighs shaked violently. A wave of pleasure invaded your entire body and left you gasp for air. Sana's thrusts slowed down until you came down your high.

"T-thank you thank you." You breathed out.

Sana's fingers were covered in your arousal. When she got them out, you whined softly as more cum get out of your hole. The older woman looked at her fingers with an interested gaze and slowly wrapped her mouth around them.

You shifted on your position as you watched the porn-like scene happening above you. Sana sucked your arousal off of her knuckles, and put her lips on yours letting you taste yourself. "Don't you taste good hmm?" Sana asked as she parted from your mouth, a seductive tone in her voice. "I bet your taste even sweeter down there."

Your mind didn't even have time to comprehend anything when her head was already between your legs, face so close that you could feel her breath on your skin. She looked at you attentively as she pressed a chaste kiss on your clit. The overstimulation made your legs jolt.

"S-sana too soon..."

Your put your hand on her head and tried to push her off but it was no use. The orgasm she just gave you seemed to have strived all the strength from your body, and since she hasn't gave you time to recover you were still feeling a bit tired, breath shaky.

Seeing you so weak under her made her smirk, and she immediately processed to eating you out. Her tongue gave a longue lick to your cunt before she sucked harshly on your clit. You cried out and your hand immediately gripped her hair tightly. She licked your pussy relentlessly, often moaning at the taste and at your pleasured expression.

Yes, she was watching you. How she could she not?

Your face contorting from the overstimulation you were receiving, your mouth opened agape gasping for air and letting Sana's name rolled on your tongue so easily. "S-Sana Sana!"

She used her hands to spread your pussy's lips, before inserting her tongue inside your dripping hole. You were sure any control who was left in your body slipped away in seconds. Now both of your hands were gripping her head while you found yourself rutting against her face.

You felt vibrations against your pussy, indicating that she was talking between her feverish licks and sucks. You couldn't quite comprehend nor even hear what she says. Not when you were so close to another mind-blowing orgasm, and the only things you could concentrate on other than the pleasure she brought you were the way her nails dug into your thighs and the feeling in your stomach tightening.

"Sana-keep going I-I'm gonna-mghh cum s-so hard p-please!"

The girl between your legs quivered an eye brow at your pleading. "Hold it." She retired herself momentarily before diving back in your folds.

You whined. Your eyes watered at the thought of not cuming. Your were struggling to keep yourself from letting go. The sensations were just to much. The way she dragged her wet and warm tongue in between your walls, the way she was sucking you clit as if it was the only thing keeping her alive, and her bites, God her bites, were throwing you on the edge. You were about to complain about her depriving you from such a blissful orgasm, when you suddenly felt nothing on your cunt anymore.

"H-huh?"

You opened your eyes slightly and lifted your head. Sana was on her knees just in front of you. The low side of her face is covered in your arousal. Her cheeks red from the lack of air she had, and her chest was raising up and down as she breathed heavily.

She didn't even bother to wipe your juice away. She grabbed you left thigh, pushing it forward until it was against your stomach, and spread your other leg as open as it could be humanly possible. The new position was showing your pussy in fall display, you hole clenched and unclenched under Sana's avid gaze and the strong pulsatings of your clit resonated in your head. She used her hands to keep both of your legs in their position, as she indulged in your waterfall.

You didn't know how you managed to hold yourself up until now. Sana slided her tongue in you as deep as it could be possible, and was able to licked all the spots that made you tremble.

"L-let me cum please please please-"

Her grip on your leg tightened as she enforcer her nails in your skin. "Mmh, cum all over my mouth sweetheart."

Her permission almost felt like an order, and so, you let go. You grabbed her hair harshly as she hissed. The screams mixed with cries that came out of your mouth were filling the room. You felt like you were no longer on earth as your vision blurred.

Sana drank every bit of your sweet, sweet juice. She withdrew her head when your thighs stopped shaking, and your breathing stabled itself.

She made her way just above your face. Your eyes were still closed, your sweat made your skin shiny and a few hair stick to your forehead. Her fingers cleaned her cum-covered face and she pressed her lips onto yours. She kissed your lips for a few seconds before stopping when she felt you not responding to her kiss.

Wait, did you seriously passed out after only two orgasms?

Sana sighed seeing your sleeping face and her mouth curved into a gentle smile. She was about to clean your up, until she felt her throbbing, remembering that she still haven't took care of it.

It was quickly about to change though.

Her back was pressed against the head board as her hand sneaked in her panties. She was sitting next to you, your cute face more than enough to turn her on even more. She rubbed her clit and bit her lip to prevent anything coming out. She didn't want to wake you up after all, not that she really cared about you sleeping but she had to take care of her pussy now.

However, a ring interrupted her attempt to be silent. Sana answered her phone quickly to stop the annoying sound.

"Who is it?"

"Well, good evening to you too."

Sana sighed annoyingly as Momo's voice was heard on the other line. "What do you want?"

"Just wanted to know if you got anything out of Y/n. You know I'm curious."

The brune girl rolled her eyes. "It's usually none of your business, but yes. I did. And I also fucked her."

"Wait, wha-"

Sana interrupted her with a low whimper, followed by a soft sigh as she rubbed faster.

"Am I dreaming or are you touching yourself while I'm calling you?!"

Sana chuckled and rested her head on the headboard. "Yes, and I would really appreciate if you end the call because gosh, your voice's such a turn off."

Momo scoffed and pressed the red button. Sana removed her panties and entered a single finger in herself. Looking at you, she remembered what Momo said.

"Yeah but she's kind of pretty though."

Sana still thinks otherwise, you weren't pretty.

Yeah,

you were just cute.

[cry4mina]

Orion’s Belt

(Sana x fem!reader)

Word Count: 7.5k

Fluff/Light Angst/ Smut

Summary: You and your bestfriend Sana take an impromptu vacation after her boyfriend dumps her sparking some interesting interactions and confessions. Tw: friends to lovers, suggestive, sex, drinking, swimming, anxiety on planes, food, thunder storms, cuddling. Let me know if I missed anything! A/N: Halfway proof read! This is a lot different than the others that I've posted and I hope you enjoy it just as much! Thanks to @neoplatinum for listening to me ramble off ideas and pushing me to finish this! Feedback always appreciated and DMs are always open!<3

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“Sana! Are you ready to go? We have a flight to catch!” shouting from the foyer of her penthouse after letting yourself in with the spare key she gave you, patiently waiting for the Queen Femme to gather herself for your impromptu vacation.

“Yes, Y/n! Just give me a second!” flustered at being rushed by you, her best friend, though this entire vacation was her idea, how could she not already be prepared for it? 

Being best friends of about 4 years meant you and Sana did almost everything together and if she needed you, you were present with no hesitation. Sana purchased the tickets, booked the hotel, and sprung it on you two days before you were scheduled to leave, knowing you would agree immediately.

You and Sana met at a coffee shop downtown on a rainy evening in July all those years ago. Enjoying your latte and watching the rain trickle down the window when she caught your attention and told you she liked your shoes with a brilliantly beaming smile that knocked the wind out of you. You ended up talking for hours and have been inseparable ever since.

You have seen every emotion play across her face over the years, knowing her like the back of your hand and always anticipating what she needed or wanted. She loved that about you and always reciprocated the same tenderness and care.

Two massive suitcases emerge from the doorway, followed by Sana looking elegant as ever, wearing a strapless sundress that flowed off her figure perfectly, hues of peach lightly woven in a filigree pattern around the edges of the white fabric, giving her skin an celestial glow. Her hair is down and slightly messy which was not normal for her, but given her emotional state- and how much she had to pack this morning -you understood. She was just not herself today. 

Sana was going to pack last night but found herself laid on the couch on the phone with you, crying and stressing about her now ex boyfriend and how he broke up with her over text message for seemingly no reason, a few days prior. Confused by the action and saddened by the surprise separation, how could she organize a suitcase if she couldn’t even organize her mind?

The boy she had found herself in a relationship with was not someone you liked, in any sense of the word. The way he spoke to her was vile and always figured he was using her for a social status boost. It was hard to watch the relationship develop unevenly, one-sided in the way of Sana trying to make it work and him not caring in the slightest.

Hoping you were wrong, you said nothing to Sana about it. If she wanted the experience of being with him, you weren’t going to try to convince her to leave him, you knew better that to meddle in her business. Just being around for her if it all fell apart and it took 6 short months for the foundation to crack, cascading the rest of the relationship with it. Sana standing in the middle of the ash and smoke, sifting through the pieces of rubble for the parts of her she wanted to keep.

Truthfully, it hurt you knowing she was with him. The way he would ignore her speaking to talk to everyone else and being too emotionally distant and cold with her. Sana deserved better than this rude and callous man and you wished she knew how badly you wanted to give her the world. 

The anger you felt towards him was justified, you could treat her better even if you were hiding the feelings you developed for Sana. It was a difficult task, considering who she was as a person, so supportive, empathetic, kind and always willing to help anyone who needed it. No wonder you fell for her,  especially with how affectionate you were with each other after becoming so close. 

Always cuddling on the couch, holding hands, and leaning on each other. After almost drunkenly making out multiple times, you always assumed there was something there but never asked or acted on it in fear of losing the strong friendship you built with her over time. 

“Okay, okay, I’m ready. Let’s go.” huffing through the tense air surrounding her. The inflection of her voice drenched in stress with a hint of sadness as she tried to carry on like nothing was happening, catching the single tear that fell from her alluring eyes as it smoothed over her cheek.

You made an empathetic face at her, holding your arms out knowing she will find her way into them, burying her face in your neck, eyelashes tickling you as she sniffles and sighs, finally allowing herself to partially fall apart in your arms and you were just happy she felt safe enough with you to do so. 

Internally, your veins are screaming white fire as Sana leans into you more. Holding her was like holding the personification of the sun, and you were melting underneath her embrace. Warm tones of amber and sandalwood emanate off of her and fill your nose causing your heart to skip a beat, pulse quickening, as you try to push the clouds away from over her head. 

Hands rubbing the middle of Sana’s smooth back in attempts to comfort her through this time, she regains composure, straightening up while you are wiping the additional tears, a small giggle leaves her lips as she grabs her suitcases and waits for you to open the door for her like you always did. 

“Why was your heart beating so fast? I could feel your pulse in your neck.” chuckling out of puzzlement as you both step out the front door into the warmth of the bright summer sun, immediately throwing her sunglasses on to hide her eyes from the rays and the public. 

“Uh…I’m…angry.” telling a half truth as you try to keep your composure knowing she was watching your body language fly through a few different emotions before settling on calm.

She always knew when you weren’t being honest. Your tells were easy for her to pick up on, even if she never expressed that. The way your eyes would veer away from her, always to the floor, pupils constricting with worry of her finding out the truth. What if Sana already knew what you thought you had tactfully hid from her?

The thought sends a slight chill down your spine, bones cracking as you put your luggage into the car while she climbs into her passenger seat. Seat always adjusted to Sana perfectly, she would grill you if it was ever adjusted to anyone else, no matter who it was. 

Turning the car on and looking over at her, sitting with her feet on the dashboard scrolling through her phone looking for the perfect song. Bluetooth was set up to attach to Sana’s phone first because she loved to play DJ and who were you to deny her any happiness, you wanted to give her any reason to smile even if it was as simple as controlling the music.

—

The flight went by quickly, thankfully. Only an hour and 15 minutes of a clenched back and trying to remember how to breathe properly, you weren’t fond of flying. Sana held your hand and checked in with you multiple times through the short flight, she couldn’t stand to see you so anxious in your own skin, but it did bring her great joy to know you’d be willing to face your fears for her. A true testament to how much you loved her and who you were as a person.

—

A 2 bedroom villa by the beach was your home for the next week. It was about as big as a 2 bedroom apartment, still fancy and spacious but with a modern twist. Crown moldings, vaulted ceilings, every amenity you could ever imagine in place. 

There was a small metal spiral staircase to the side of the living room, curious about what it was, you pointed it out to Sana.

“What's this lead to?” questioning the warped metal twisting into the ceiling.

“Go find out!” Motioning her hand up the stairs, your head tilts in curiosity, smacking your lips and then running full speed up the stairs as Sana laughs from below, finally following you when she hears you gasp loudly. 

Tongue pinched between her teeth and smile wide as ever, climbing up the stairs to see your face. You are gobsmacked, hands over your mouth and eyes wide with wonder as you’re taking in the loft with a huge skylight with a conversation pit underneath it. 

“I know one of our favorite things to do together is stargazing so when I saw this, I thought it would be perfect for our week long adventure!” eagerly shouted as she threw herself around you, pressing her chest against your back and resting her chin on your shoulder. 

“This is perfect!” placing your hands over hers on your stomach and leaning into her warmth, and knowing you’d be spending the majority of your nights suspended under the stars with Sana talking about life and enjoying each other's company. 

“Alright, let’s go! We have plans!” suddenly heading for the exit, lightly pulling on your arm trying to get you back down the stairs to get ready. 

“Plans?! Where are we going?” Quizzically as you trample down the stairs, Sana pulling you the entire way.

“It’s a surprise! Did you pack that one outfit I told you to?” as she pulls her suitcases into one of the rooms to get settled.

“Yes…should I put i-”

“Yes. Put it on and give me 30 minutes.” Closing the door quickly behind her, giving no time for arguments or rebuttals. 

Glancing at the clock, the time reading 6:33pm, you pull out the outfit requested by Sana and lay it flat on the bed. A bright red crop top, paired with black slacks, and a black blazer. It was a little dressier than what you would normally wear but it was her break up vacation and if she enjoyed you in this outfit, she’d get you in this outfit. 

—

Steam rises to the ceiling as you sing to yourself in the shower, washing the travel off of you to get a little more comfortable. You wonder how Sana is doing. It’s only been about 10 minutes since you parted but knowing she was going through a tough time, you couldn’t help but worry a little as she seemed very cheery since you arrived on the island. 

Recalling the first time you and her went stargazing together, it was a cool night in October when she called you unexpectedly. Missing her family immensely, reaching out to you for some comfort. 

Water rushing down your back as you live in the memory of Sana coming over to your apartment with that gloomy look living in her eyes. Dragging her to the patio and telling her to get into the hammock you had set up for yourself a few days prior, for this exact reason. 

Laying closely together, holding her as you asked her questions about her family, what they did for a living, about the special memories she had with them from her childhood. By the end of it she was smiling and giggling recalling them with you.

Silence fell between you as you both relaxed and looked up at the sky when you suddenly pointed up at the shimmering night, singling out a radiant sparkle in the blackness of the sky.

“That’s Venus…do you see those 3 stars in a row? That’s Orion’s belt!” enthusiastically talking about the stars and planets in the sky that you could see. She always loved listening to you speak so passionately about things you loved. 

That was the first night you almost kissed, sober, for the first time. Sana had gotten up to use the bathroom and fell back into the hammock face first, always so clumsy, and was merely a half an inch from your face. 

Feeling the heat of her breath on your skin burnt you as the moment tensed, bones stiffening in the face of your best friend. Pull like magnets in your chests as you inched closer before she forced herself away from you, throwing her hands over her mouth, muttering an apology and basically running inside.

Leaving you to remember the way your chest fell into itself and the ache of wanting to feel her lips on yours. That’s the only time you were almost able to do what no one ever could, get Sana to make the first move. 

Always against it with everyone else, she doesn’t chase. If you want her, show her otherwise you’ll get locked into the friend zone, never to be seen in a romantic light again. A familiar sadness creeped into your stomach. Not chasing her was hard for you, but you were so paranoid about ruining the friendship that you just couldn’t bring yourself to play the game.

A sigh relieves some of the compression in your chest as you dry your hair, hoping this would be the night that you finally got over yourself enough to tell her how you felt about her. It was intimidating to think about, considering you still had a week on this island with her and what if it isn't reciprocated?

Slipping into the outfit laid out on the bed, adjusting it accordingly and stepping into the living room noting that Sana wasn’t out of her room yet, of course. Late to everything, as always.

Placing yourself on the couch and peering at the clock, 6:59pm, patiently waiting for her to emerge and deciding to get a little more comfortable, you laid down and scrolled through your phone, eyes getting heavier as the minutes passed until you finally dozed off. 

—

The door opens lightly and Sana steps out in a long black sleeveless dress, cinched at the waist to show off her figure and a slit all the way up to her upper thigh. Hair tied up in a sophisticated bun and make-up flawless, finally ready to go. 

Hands placed on her hips, shifting her weight to one leg when she sees you asleep on the couch, letting out an eye roll and a small giggle that stirs you awake. 

“Good morning, sleepy head!” shouted at you in a volume you weren’t anticipating. Eyes widening as you take in your surroundings and re-calibrate from the deep sleep you found yourself in moments prior.

Eyes shifting over Sana, your breath is pulled from your body. Blood running blue as all hints of oxygen drained from your lungs, sucked into a vortex of pure bliss as you felt the weight of the love you had for the human in front of you, who was effervescently shining brightly in front of you. 

“Sana,” sleepily escapes your lip, awe breaking through the grogginess of your voice, “You look stunning…wow.” If she was drenched in diamonds the delicacy that was her elegance would refract the same amount of light, glowing with the embodiment of pure love that she willingly gave to those who she felt were worthy.  

Staring without care and mouth hanging open, you couldn’t help but gawk at her. A moth to a flame, eyes glued to her figure. Absolutely trapped in your skin as your body temperature rises, flushing your skin a lovely shade of pink. 

“I could say the same to you…” looking you up and down before batting her eyes at you. Watching you stand, completely engrossed as you stretch again, bones rattling under the stiffness of the slumber you found on the couch. 

Neither of you can take your eyes off each other when heading for the door. The closeness causes a slight tension between the two of you, fingers tingling from nervousness at the close proximity, breathing becomes a little more difficult. 

This was going to be a long night.

—

Arriving at your reservation at the local fancy restaurant, you were unable to focus on anything but Sana. Following every refined movement, from sitting in the chair you pulled out for her, to looking at the menu. You were in the clouds, heart eyes evident, completely oblivious to what was happening around you. 

“Do you know what you’re going to order?” questioned without removing her eyes from the wine menu, tabbing through the selections and settling on the sweetest bottle of rosé she could find. 

“Uh…nope, actually. I was distracted.” dropping your head in shame as you quickly find the entrees, picking the ribeye and closing the menu quickly. Eyes back to Sana but she’s already peering at you making eye contact that blinds you, forcing you to look away from her and noticing the emptiness of the restaurant.

The waiter approaches the table and introduces himself, letting you know what the house specials were before asking about what drinks you were interested in for the evening. This prompts Sana to order the wine she was looking at on the menu. 

“We will take this bottle, please” Sana says pointing at the page, hearing the drag of her finger on the thick paper as she underlines the name with her nail. 

“Oh, before you go, why is it so empty in here? During the summer I would assume it would be busier.” Politely asking, I guess she noticed too. 

“It’s the stormy season so most people wait until right before fall to visit.” smiling and leaning to get the bottle of wine for the two of you. 

“…storms?” whispered from the woman made of living porcelain, showing a crack that misted fear onto her perfect complexion. 

The waiter comes back over, shows both of you the bottle before slicing the foil and uncorking it, pouring Sana a little for a taste test. She swirls the glass lightly and takes a sip before letting out a satisfied hum. The waiter takes the go ahead and fills her glass, doing the same for you moments later and leaving quickly. 

“Thanks for agreeing to come with me on this trip, I’m feeling much better already.” An energy emitting off of her that was abnormal. Was Sana being shy? Sana? Shy? How bizarre. 

“You know I’d do anything to make you feel better.” confidently said back in a tone that was a little flirtier than normal. Allowing the boldness to flow before you could stop yourself. Sighing as if you are ashamed, your arms swing to cover your chest and legs crossed trying to escape the awkwardness.

Sana notices and smirks, “I know you would. I'd do the same for you. I think that’s why our friendship has been so great!” raising her glass to you before she sips it lightly, you do the same back, offering it as a cheer but it was really a muffled cry. 

The smile she lets out as she finishes her sentence was an insult to the injury. The word friend branding your chest and the smile the salt rubbed mercilessly into the wound, stinging a little more than normal tonight considering the way she was looking at you earlier.

Growing somber as the night continues on, throughout the meal and through the ride home you barely said anything, not that Sana minded. Your company was enough but it was weighing on her that you were seemingly bothered by something she couldn’t see. 

“Are you sure you’re okay, Y/n? You seem off since dinner…” worried as she swipes the card to open your hotel door, launching it forward to let you in first. 

“Yeah, I’m okay. I think I’m just tired is all.” a melancholic response from you as you head into your room and close the door lightly behind you before she could ask you anything else. 

Sana stands in the living room by herself in silence, saddened by something she didn’t really understand. Holding her own hands as she gazes down at the floor biting the inside of her cheek, wishing she had the guts to follow you. 

Rain splashing on the windows lightly and a small rumble in the distance, winds howling pushing and pulling the building as it creaks under the force, reminding her of what the waiter said at the restaurant. Stormy season.

“Great.” rolling her eyes at the idea of being in an unfamiliar place and having to deal with the sound of thunder and the flashes of lightning. A fear she’s had since she was a child, alive and well in her 20s that you usually helped her through, but you were upset and she wanted to give you space if you needed it. 

“If y/n can face her fear of flying, then I can face this.” Hastily going into her room, changing into something more comfortable and curling up in the bed, scrolling on her phone as the storm rolled in, tapping on the window a sign of the loud clashes that were going to sing through the sky as anytime now. 

—

Closing the door behind you lightly and plopping onto the bed, you run your hands over your face roughly and deeply inhale, followed by an exhale of equal size as you try to shake off the feeling of dread. 

“Friendship” the word locked between your ears, spiraling and echoing through your memories of all the times you thought there was something between you and Sana. 

Sadness wells up in your throat, choking on the indirect rejection slushing through your brain as the rain falls outside. Thunder rolling in the distance, Sana was going to text you when it got bad you already knew. 

Sighing heavily as you stripped off her favorite outfit of yours, throwing it carelessly out of your sights. Reaching for a pair of cozy black sweatpants and a black wife pleaser tank top. 

Not even bothering to remove the comforter off the sheets, you lay face first into the pillow and sigh heavily trying to release the build up of grief you had been carrying for some time, without alerting Sana. 

Dizzy in a sense, hopelessness washed over you when your phone vibrated about 45 minutes later with a text from Sana. 

Satang<3: are you awake? 

Satang<3: this thunder is kinda scary…

A playful grin lay across your face and you start typing but a knock interrupts the attempt.

 Adrenaline flushes your system as you stand and pull the door open, revealing Sana, wearing an oversized t-shirt that covered whatever bottoms she could have on. Anxiety brewed within her about the commotion outside, jumping closer to you as the thunder clapped loudly against itself. 

“Can I stay with you tonight?” breathed to you through chattering teeth, eyes wide and pouty as she tried to convince you, not that you needed it. 

Visibly shaken up, she takes a big step forward towards you. Your arms immediately open for her out of habit. Half holding, half guiding her to the right side of the bed and allowing her to crawl in between the silky sheets first. 

Taking your place next to her, you click the TV on and find a channel with a random sitcom on to drown out the noise of the clattering outside, hoping Sana could focus on something other than the storm. 

“Maybe we could go to the beach tomorrow?” said unexpectedly through the sound of the laugh track playing loudly, covering the static of the 

“But you hate the beach.” in awe at what you were suggesting to her.

“But you love the beach.” retorted sarcastically with a grin.

Beaming at you as she playfully smacks your arm, leaving her hand carefully placed on your bicep, a form of physical touch, her love language. She squeezed it tightly as the thunder rolled, creeping closer with every minute. 

Her eyes are recklessly running around the room as the lightning illuminates the sky, droplets pounding on the roof in intense waves as the storm thrashes into the night, leaving you to care for your favorite person. 

 You left your arm up and over her shoulder, pulling her closer to you. She is quick to koala herself around you with her head on your chest, listening to your racing heart, and half smiling as she falls asleep in the safety of your warmth.

—

Waking up to the sound of Sana’s sleep heavy breaths was something you always looked forward to when you found yourself sharing a bed. She was so at peace and calm, it was hard to ignore how exquisitely perfect she was. 

Laying with her face in your neck, her closed eyes softened as her brows furrowed in her sleep, small squeaks leaving her lips, followed by a groan muffled by you, sent your body into system overload. What could she possibly be dreaming about that would cause such a sound to leave her perfectly pink lips? 

Her hand slides up your torso gently, her breath hitching as her fingertips smooth over your ribs, bone by bone. Heartbeat visible in your chest as she rolls onto her back and audibly moans your name.

The way it rolls off her tongue makes you instantly insatiable, clenching your thighs together tightly for some form of relief and trying not to assume what she was dreaming about. The way her hips were rocking was enough for you to put all the pieces of the puzzle together, not assuming but knowing that she was having a wet dream about you.

Sneakily stepping out of the bed and turning to see her lazily thrusting her hips in her sleep and continuing to whimper sparked something in you that was indescribable. Unable to shift your eyes away from Sana as she continued on, wonder if this was a common occurrence for her.

Stepping into the bathroom to try and remember how to breathe, you hold yourself up on the sink and turn the cold water on, splashing it in your face a few times to bring you back down to earth. Was she really thinking about you that way? Was it just a one time thing? It’s not like you could just ask her, that would be weird. 

“Y/n?” breaks your train of thought causing you to freeze instantaneously. Statued by the sink, wondering if she remembers what she was just moaning over. You were sure to never forget it. 

“I’m in the bathroom…I’ll be out in a second.”

Hearing her stretch from the other room, you quickly change into your bathing suit, a simple black 2 piece, and walk back into the bedroom.

Sana was still half asleep until she saw you in that swimsuit in front of her, you had been working out and it was showing. Abs toned, arms on the more muscular side; she silently swooned seeing you in this light. 

  “Do you still want to go to the beach today?” sitting on the bed next to her trying to address her directly but she won’t look you in the eyes. 

“Yeah, I guess. Let me change.” calmly leaving her mouth as she gets up and walks out of the room silently and completely shutting you out of whatever she was feeling. 

Now perplexed at what was happening, you stare at the door she just left through in complete disbelief. She was always so cheery in the morning and to see her not shining, caused a little bit of worry in you. 

Following her out into the living room, only for her to shut the door behind her. A sigh ringing through the air after the door closes, you try to brush it off by going to put together your beach bag. Silently gathering towels for the two of you, bringing a few water bottles and snacks and wishfully hoping you’d be able to help her get out of her head today. 

–

The calmness of the waves washes over the shore, creating a relaxing white noise as you and Sana lay in the lounge chairs, enjoying the stillness of the environment and being able to relax in peace.

Margaritas were the drink of choice today, it was 11am and you were already on your third one. Sana just kept ordering them for the both of you and you were on vacation. Who’s to say you can’t let a little lose and get a little drunk with your best friend?

Sana’s demeanor was still off, but she had more of a bounce in her step after an hour or two. The margaritas slowly revived her affectionate personality that she hid away that morning. 

Back to smacking your arm playfully and smiling back at you with everything you said when she suddenly stands and runs right to the ocean, waves putting up a weak fight pulling her in as she turns around and eggs you on in joining her.

“Come on! The water’s not that cold!” Yelled at you from feet away as you made your way to her. She was a liar, the water was freezing cold on your legs as you scooched closer to her in the water finally making it to the waist deep water Sana was at. 

“So c-cold!” escapes your lips as you try to get used to the frigid waters coating your body when a splash causes a loud gasp to leave your mouth followed by a small giggle from Sana. 

Gawking at her while she laughs at your reaction, you jump over to her and grab her by the waist, playfully wrestling with her in the water. Being sure to handle her with care as you tangle, she drapes her arms around your neck, clinging to you tightly. Her legs soon follow, wrapping themselves around your torso so she’s flush against you, slyly smirking centimeters from your face. 

“Awh, have I made you upset?” oozing seductively from her lips as she slides her arms down your back to toy with the knot holding your top to your chest. 

“You wouldn’t.” challenging the threat she was intimidating you with, drunkenly. 

“Oh but I would.” squinting her eyes at you while she tugged lightly allowing the knot to loosen slightly.

Unmoving as you let her pull the strings, her face so close you can see the mischievous glint in her eyes and smirk elongating as she leans into you further, connecting your lips as one of her hands shimmies up to the back of your neck, continuing to lay soft sweet kisses on your face, making her way to your neck for a light bite. Attempting to repress all the noises your lungs wish to release as your legs clench together. 

“You like this, don’t you? I bet you’ve thought about this before, hm?” whispered into your ear as she felt you tensing underneath her. Teeth tug on your lobes lightly as the question burns in your ears like a form of torture, snapping you back to the reality you were in. 

Sana was drunk, heartbroken, and leaning into you for validation…that’s the only way this could actually be happening right?

“Sana...we can’t do this.” hesitantly stated as she cups your face lovingly, you can’t help but rest your head there affectionately. 

“But…why not?” woefully questioned as she rests her chin on your shoulder, re-tying the knot to secure the top covering you, immediately respecting what you were saying and not crossing the boundary. 

“Because we’ve both had too much to drink and I don’t want it to happen thi-…” unaware of a larger wave coming to crash down on you mid sentence, completely drenching both of you from head to toe. 

Chuckling out of surprise, you look over to find the scowl Sana seared into her visage. Her eyes are bright red, breath stuttering as she sniffles.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” scanning the visible parts of her body for any hint as to why she would be so upset.

“I’m fine, y/n. A lot of salt water in my eyes and I'm just ready to go.” getting out of the water and making her way over to where you had set yourselves up for the morning. 

“You want to leave so quickly?” completely confused by her as she gathered everything silently. Making the choice to let her stew in whatever she was feeling, unsure of how to proceed with this but wanting to improve the sudden change in mood, wrapping yourself in your towel and following her back to the hotel. 

–

It was barely 1pm by the time you got back to the room, surprised that she only wanted to spend a few hours in the sun. Asking her multiple times if she was okay on the way back but she only gave one worded replies that didn’t give you any context to why she was turning within herself and away from you.

Setting all her stuff down by the door before walking straight into her room, not closing the door behind her, taking that as an invitation, you followed her like a lost puppy to the threshold. Sana turns around and halfway glares at you as she starts to try to untie the knot at the base of her neck.

“Can I help you, Y/n?” with a tone that harshly fragmented your heart. Never having spoken to you this way, you were taken aback completely, wondering if the alcohol had something to do with the overwhelming sense of unwelcomeness that creeped into the space, darkening the overall mood and instigating fight, flight or freeze within you.

“Oh…” mournfully uttered as you stepped out of the room that was clouded by whatever seeped from Sana’s consciousness, what could you have done to generate such an irritated response from her? Swiftly marching to the room you both spent the night in, footsteps can be heard swiftly trying to catch up to you.

“Y/n, wait!” as you close and lock the door behind you.

Immediately stripping out of the swimsuit when you heard the door rattle slightly, as the person on the other side of it rested their forehead against it. Hearing the sniffles produced from Sana as you force yourself to not offer comfort to the woman who had just snapped at you for a reason you weren’t aware of. 

–

The clock reads 9:53pm as you lay in the conversation pit under the skylight. Last night might’ve been stormy but tonight was perfect for stargazing and that’s exactly what you planned to do, with or without your best friend.

Laying by yourself and staring straight into the sky, admiring the randomness that was the star's patterns, connecting dots as you see the constellations play out in front of you. God, this sucks alone. Missing Sana at every passing moment.

Was she just drunk earlier or were her actions real? Sana had always flirted with you in her intoxicated states but it had never felt as intense as the moment in the water today. Remembering the taste of her sweet lips in the salty air, you craved them constantly, but was it romantic or was it just a drunken moment she was having? 

She did just go through a breakup and the alcohol wasn’t exactly something that made emotions easier to deal with. Maybe she was trying to seek comfort in you, as messed up as that is to say. Maybe she knew you cared for her romantically and she wanted to push the limits and see how much you really wanted her?

The rattling of the metal staircase pulls you out of the toxic trance you were in, not bothering to look up as you picked a star to fixate on instead of looking at Sana who was standing in the doorway.

“May I come in?” a delicate smile can be heard in her words as she asked where your boundary was. That was more like her. Instead of a verbal response, you simply patted the cushioning next to you without looking at her, summoning her over to you. 

Gracefully sauntering over and laying down next to you, she let out a long sigh almost relaxing into the atmosphere as she looked over at your face. You could feel her eyes burning a hole into your cheeks but refused to look away from the skylight. 

Her hand finds its way to your stomach as she lays on her side, snuggling you with her head on your shoulder. Your heart picks up again, even with not wanting to have the conversation that needed to be had, she still made you feel like pure bliss. 

“I’m sorry I snapped at you…I just thought-” cutting herself off, swallowing nervously as she starts to quietly weep into your neck.

Shutting your eyes tightly, you try to hold in the emotions that seemed to be brimming out of both of you rapidly. Your fingers lightly trace her back as her quiet sobs drip from your skin.

“Sana, it’s okay. We weren’t sober, I know you didn-” 

“I just thought you felt the same way.” slicing through the air like a knife, chopping your sentence in half. 

Heart pulsing in your ears as you grow red, feeling your heart pumping forcefully as you try to wrap your mind around what she just uttered. You’re completely immobile as you remember all the small moments that could be seen as romantic. Candle lit dinners, the days spent on the couch, the physical touch that was constant between the two of you…has she always liked you this way? Or were you misunderstanding what she was saying?

“What do you mean by that, Sana?” carefully asking the question that charred the tip of your tongue, leaving the build up of fiery love inside of you, knowing this would alter the state of your friendship forever and possibly change the trajectory of your life. 

Sitting up promptly, to ensure you can hear and see her completely, pulling you up with her.

“Y/n” a sigh breaks the sentence as she braces for what’s to come “…I love you.” 

Patiently waiting for the realization of what she’s saying to roll over your face, she continues. 

“I tried dating other people to get over you because I was worried that if I told you, you wouldn’t feel the same way and it would come between us or that it would end badly. And everyone I dated was nothing compared to you, and just made me want to be with you more…you treat me so well that it puts everyone else to shame,” looking down at the floor and toying with a string sticking out of the cushions that covered the floor. 

“And when we were at the beach, I saw the way you looked at me and the alcohol encouraged me to make a move, and you know I never do that but…I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I swear. I misread the signs I thought you were giving me and -sniff-” continuing on to try to over explain her actions but you were in a complete state of euphoria.

Floating on cloud nine as Sana makes her plea for you to stick around, you reach out around her waist and hoist her into your lap, one leg on either side of your waist. 

Hand raising up to cup her surprised face as you lean into her without a second thought, lips passionately connecting as you show her what you always wanted to say out loud. 

Passionately tangled in a heated make out session, you remove her shirt quickly and trail light kisses down her exposed neck to her collarbone, her hand clenching your hair as she whimpers softly under your curious touch. 

“Y/n, I need you” breathed into your mouth as you effortlessly shift positions so you are on top of her, removing your shirt hastily not wanting the fabric to be between the touch of you and her velour skin. 

Grasping at your pants, trying to remove them quickly she nervously fidgets with the button and you let her panic for a second, enjoying the neediness radiating from her brow, as her half lidded eyes fill with frustration. 

Giggling as you look down at her, she halfway glares at you with a smile. Playfulness of your friendship seeps into the moment and you both welcome it in a moment of unseriousness. 

Reaching down and undoing the button of your pants and hers quickly while smirking at her boldly, she rolls her eyes at the move and unzips your pants, sliding her outstretched hand into your underwear and through your wetness. 

“I can’t wait to taste you” sultry tone ringing in your ears as you allow yourself to succumb to Sana in a way you only dreamed about. 

Reaching up behind you to unclip your bra sneakily before she rolled you over so you were on your back, fingers still circling your clit through the movement, causing a few slight gasps and light moans out of you. 

She removes her hand and discards your pants and panties to leave you completely naked. Squirming underneath her as you watch her remove the rest of her clothing, anticipation high as she kisses down your neck leaving small bites and a trail of marks down your chest. 

Taking her time descending your body and learning every place her touch will drive you mad, she hovers over your pussy and smiles up at you. 

“You know once we do this…there’s no going back, right?” waiting for permission from you to continue on. Even with how eager she was, she wanted to make sure that you knew this was an act of you committing to each other.

“Sana, please…” breathed into the night as your hands covered your face, the want palpable in the air as you tried to scoot closer to her mouth.

“Please what?” tracing her fingers between your hip bones and down your hips to your inner thighs.

The whine you release is guttural,  full of the desire that’s been burning for her for what felt like centuries. Moving your hands from your face, through her hair gripping it heavily as you moan the words she’s been waiting to hear. 

“Sana, please fuck me, I need you.” sighing heavily as she kisses your inner thigh while you beg for her to touch you.

“Good girl” mumbled into your thigh as she parts your lips and finally tastes your slick. Leaving nothing for imagination as she explores your folds. 

Her hands reach up to play with your hardened buds as she devours you. Latching onto your clit and circling it lightly with her tongue, moaning into your core as she sucks. 

Writhing underneath her while she feasts on your desire, directing her head where you want it by her hair as you groan her name senselessly. 

Bliss dripping off you, as you fixate on what she looks like between your legs. The eye contact has you spiraling into a void of pure lust as you start to buck your hips into her mouth, slowly grinding against her lips. 

Feeling her smile into you as finger dancing on the edge of your entrance, seeking permission to fill you the way you always dreamed she would. Not allowing her to thrust into you, but instead you force your hips down into to fuck yourself on her fingers while you still have enough thoughts in your head to do so.

Half laughing at you while you continue to buck your hips into her, moaning uncontrollably as you feel your stomach tighten. 

“You must have been dreaming of this for years…I never knew you wanted this so badly, baby. I’ll show you how it’s supposed to feel” taunting you between the damp sounds coming from your core.

Curling her fingers through your wetness to hit your g-spot perfectly as she lets you control the pace and tempo at which her fingers press it, mouth not letting go of your clit as you fuck yourself against her. 

“I’m -fuck right there- gonna cum.” shakily exhaled between grunts as groans as she starts to pump her fingers inside of you, hips faltering as she does, relentlessly sucking and swirling her tongue on your swollen pussy as you gush into her mouth, screaming her name. 

A light sheen of sweat coating your skin as she lets you ride out your orgasm on her fingers before pulling them out of you slowly, leaving you gasping for more. Making eye contact with you as she licks her digits clean, smiling in almost a predatory way as she comes up to kiss you passionately. 

Tasting yourself on her caused your hips to start rutting against her again, grinding on the memory of her between your legs as you try to maneuver your hands between hers when she swats it away. 

“I’ve waited too long for this, for you…and I’m not finished, my love.” sinking her teeth into your neck roughly before finding herself back where she was about to force another orgasm out of you. 

This was going to be a long night, only hoping for more passionate nights under the stars with your love, Minatozaki Sana.

[airaibunny]

sub!momo x dom!fem!reader - “switch”(warnings: smut, aphrodisiacs, thigh riding, mommy kink, oral, fingering, praise, orders, begging[a little], nipple/breast play)

a/n: requested! i combined two requests for this, i’ll reply to them with links! imagine you and momo’s apartment has an en suit bathroom, so the story makes sense🫡 this is my first time writing dom reader/mommy kink, please give me feedback if you have any! i hope it isn’t too terrible though😭

word count: 2.2k

“SOMEONE GET THAT FOR ME!”

nayeon shouts from the kitchen. you and jihyo are hanging out at her apartment for the evening. she’s getting more snacks at the moment and the doorbell just rang.

“i’ll get it.” jihyo springs up from the couch and walks over to the door. there’s a man standing there with a package and jihyo takes it from him after signing a piece of paper. she says thank you and waves goodbye to the man, shutting the door behind him.

“it’s a package. do you want me to open it?” jihyo sits back down, still holding the box. “yeah, go ahead.” nayeon joins you guys on the couch and hands you a bowl of chips. jihyo opens it and pulls out a small black box labeled “tabs.” she furrows her eyebrows, holding it up.

“oh my god!” nayeon snatches it out of jihyo’s hands to look at it up close. “what is it.” you ask, sitting closer to nayeon. “they’re these chocolates that make you horny.” jihyo laughs at her bluntness and slaps you on the shoulder.

“that’s too funny. are you and jeongyeon having trouble?” she starts laughing again and nayeon rolls her eyes. “fuck you, no. i just have something i want her to do and i thought these would make her more likely to give in.” your eyes widen and jihyo completely stops laughing.

“what the fuck? are you going to ask her to bark or some shit?” you ask, looking over at jihyo and giggling. “fuck you too, no. it’s none of your business.” you bring your hands up, trying to contain your laughter.

“oh there’s three, do you guys want one?” nayeon pulls two chocolates out of the box, extending her arm towards you and jihyo. “nayeon who the fuck am i going to try that with?” jihyo crosses her arms, slowly blinking at nayeon.

“whatever, y/n?” you shake your head. “no thank you.” you lightly push her hand away but she brings it back towards you. “oh c’mon, there’s nothing you want to try with momo?” you think for a second, there is something you want to try. momo is always very dominant, she never lets you take the lead. you’ve wanted to try being in charge for a while, but you don’t know how to tell her.

“i don’t know, i don’t think she’d take it.” nayeon rolls her eyes again. “just don’t tell her. it’s food and momo isn’t exactly the brightest, she’ll eat it.” you open your mouth, offended at her random jab at your girlfriend. “just take it.” she shoves the chocolate in your hands and you just decide to take it and put it in your bag.

“we skipped past what nayeon said earlier too quickly, what the fuck do you want to try?” jihyo circles back to your earlier conversation and goes back and forth with nayeon for a few minutes. you get a text notification in the middle of their little argument.

momo🩷: hi love, i just got home. u still at nayeon’s?

you: yeah, but i’m leaving now. see u soon! <3

“hey guys, i have to go.” jihyo and nayeon protest and ask you to stay longer, but you insist that you have to leave. “ugh fine. don’t forget to tell us how your night goes though.” nayeon winks at you and you roll your eyes. you hug them both goodbye and blow them a kiss while walking to the front door. you walk outside and shut the door, making your way to where your car is parked downstairs.

on the drive home, you think about the chocolate in your purse. should you really gives it to her? you desperately want to, but it feels somewhat wrong. would she be angry or upset at your afterwards? you think about every possible scenario in your head, finally deciding that you should just do it. you already can’t keep your hands off each other without the need for aphrodisiac chocolates, this will just be a slight shove in your favor.

you finally arrive at your apartment building and park your car. you head upstairs and walk to your apartment, opening the door.

“you’re here! i missed you!” you hear a squeal as soon as your walk through the door. momo runs to you, wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling you in for a kiss. “i missed you too!” you give her another peck on the lips and set your stuff on the couch.

“how was nayeon’s? did you tell her i was sorry for not going?” you walk over the kitchen to get a glass of water. “it was nice, and yes i told her.” you think for a second, debating on whether you should give her the chocolate now or later. you settle on giving it to her now because it’s getting to be nighttime already.

“she actually ordered some fancy chocolate from sweden or some place like that. she gave me a piece to try it and i saved it so we could split it. it’s in my bag.”

“really?“ momo excitedly walks over to the couch to look for the chocolate in your bag. you watch as she takes it out and unwraps it, breaking it in two halves and eating one of them. she notices you staring at her and furrows her eyebrows while smiling. “why are you watching me eating it like that? did you poison it or something?”

you choke a bit on your water and she stops smiling. “that’s a bit concerning.” she stands up, walking over to you. “i’m fine, sorry.” she giggles and gives you a kiss. “okay, i’m going to go shower.” she walks away, still laughing to herself. you stay standing in the kitchen. you didn’t even ask nayeon how long they take to work. you anxiously wait for her to be done with her shower, pacing around the kitchen.

after about 30 minutes of your mind racing with questions and thoughts, you hear the water turn off and walk over to your bedroom.

“momo, are you done?” she walks out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel as soon as your finish your sentence. “yeah.” she answers while walking closer to you. she doesn’t let you get another word in before she pulls you in for a deep, accelerated kiss. she grabs onto the back of your shorts, pulling you closer to her body. you try to pull away but she won’t let you. she takes your lip in between her teeth, tugging it slightly. her hands travel to the front of your shorts, tapping on the zipper.

“take these off, let me ride you.” she tries to pull you into the kiss again, but you push her back by her chest. “no, why do you always get to tell me what to do?” she scoffs, attempting to undo the button on your shorts. you grab her wrists, pushing her hands away.

“not today. if you want to get off so badly, you’re going to do it my way. if not, i’ll gladly let you do it yourself.”

momo glares at you, trying to intimidate you into giving in. you roll your eyes in response, dropping her wrists. “fine, i’m going to take a shower.” you start walking away, thinking there’s absolutely no way she’ll indulge you.

“wait, no, please.”

you stop and turn around. she lets the towel around her body drop to the ground, completely exposing herself. “we can do it your way, but please don’t leave me alone.” you smirk and walk closer to her, putting your hand on the side of her face. “good. you’ll do everything i say, got it?” she nods her head. “yes, princess.” you stop to stare at her for a second. “i don’t like that, it still feels like you’re in charge.” she is frozen for a few seconds, you can tell she’s trying to come up with something.

“yes, mommy.”

fuck.

you can immediately feel the slick running onto your underwear when she calls you that. “call me that again.”

“mommy.”

you bite your lip, staring at her with a devilish smirk. she looks so desperate and vulnerable; you love it. you bring your lips to her neck, leaving sloppy kisses and bite marks everywhere. you use your hands to play with her breasts, squeezing them and tugging at her nipples. you hear low moans and whines leaving her lips and chuckle to yourself.

“how are you already so excited? we haven’t even started, pretty girl.”

she answers in the form of another long whine and you continue teasing her.

“y/n, i need more, please.” she requests. you consider giving her what she wants, but she’s normally such a tease, why should you be the opposite?

“rephrase that.” you pull away from her neck for a second to reply. she’s silent, trying to figure out what you meant.

“i need more, please, mommy.” you smile against her skin. “good girl.” you feel her knees give out for a second and wrap your arm around her waist, taking her to the bed. you sit down, patting your thigh for her to do the same. she immediately does, gasping when she comes in contact with your skin. you’re dripping just from watching her struggle to sit without whimpering, she’s so fucking hot.

“you’re such a sensitive girl, it’s so cute.”

you put your hands on her hips, rocking them against your thigh. her hands go to your shoulders for support. you bring your face to her breasts, taking one of them into your mouth. she removes one of her hands from your shoulder and places it on the back of your head, entangling it with your hair.

you continue moving her hips, soaking your thigh with her fluids. “faster, mommy.” you smirk again, fully caught up in the nickname. “say please.” you pull away, waiting for her to do what you said. “please.” “okay, pretty girl.”

you go back to leaving marks and bruises all over her tits while adding speed to your motions. incomplete whines and moans come out of her, gaining volume as you go faster.

“fuck, i’m so close. please don’t stop.” you keep going at the same pace as to not disrupt her impending orgasm. her grip on your hair tightens and you feel her hips twitch on your thigh. she buries her face into your neck and finishes with one drawn out whine. you slow down, letting her be completely done.

“good job, you did so well.” you kiss her cheek and run your fingers through her hair, allowing her to calm down. “lay down.” you order and she complies, falling back on the bed.

you force her legs apart, sliding your body in between them. you kiss her, letting your hands touch her everywhere. her hands wrap around your neck to pull you closer.

“can you play with your tits for me?” you request. you see her become extremely flushed and lean down to kiss her again. “no reason to be embarrassed, go ahead, pretty girl.” you unlace her hands from your neck, putting them on top of her breasts. she hesitates for a few seconds, but ends up doing what you asked.

“good job. now, i’m going to go down on you, if you stop doing this, i’ll stop. got it?”

she nods her head, but you raise your eyebrows waiting for a verbal answer. “yes, mommy.” once you’re sure she understands, you start leaving a trail of kisses all the way down to her core. you can already hear her gaining volume just from her owns hands.

you finally look at her heat, she’s soaked. this just reminds you of how wet you are yourself. you softly kiss her thighs, teasing her a bit before moving on. you plant a kiss on top of her clit and drag your tongue along her folds. she curses under her breath, still playing with her tits.

you move your tongue everywhere, circling it around her clit and pushing it into her entrance when you pass it. you drink every bit of fluid coming out of her. you can hear her whimpering and begging for you to keep going. you look up every few seconds to make sure she’s still doing what you told her, which she is.

“mommy, feels good.”

you didn’t imagine being in control could be this exhilarating. every time she speaks you can feel yourself nearly climaxing on the spot without any sort of friction.

she starts getting louder, meaning she’s close. without thinking, you push two fingers inside her; immediately beginning to pump them in and out of her entrance while still using your tongue on her clit. her thighs tense around your head as a reaction to the added sensation.

she practically lets out a scream as she finishes all over your mouth. you lap up every last drop coming out of her, not even letting it touch the mattress.

once you hear her stop moaning, you come up, making sure she can see you licking your fingers. you put your hand on her chest as she pants, giving her a soft kiss. “hey, deep breaths.” once she can breathe normally again, you lean in to whisper in her ear.

“that was hot.” you giggle and she smiles at you, pulling you in for another kiss. she suddenly stops however, pushing your face back.

“i know there was something up with that chocolate.”

[ot9snumber1]

sub!momo bratting with mistress!sana then acting all innocent and nice with mommy!mina so that she doesn’t get punished.

however, mina had been watching on the security cameras in the house and her and sana take turns using momo 😵‍💫

i blushed like fr woah... ceo!mina and lawyer!sana btw but its not that important

"momo, i'm working." sana scolded, swatting momo's hand away from her thigh.

momo frowned. sana wasn't even doing anything! she was just reading a bunch of papers with words momo didn't care about. "but i'm bored, sana!"

sana raises her eyebrow, setting the paperwork down on her lap and looking at momo. "mind repeating that?" she asks, teeth gritted.

momo's eyes flickered with fear at first, but she realized the silver lining to this situation. if there was one thing sana prioritized over defending her clients, it was making sure momo stayed obedient to her and mina at all times.

"i said, i'm bored, sana." she repeats, a smirk gracing her face.

sana sighs. if she indulged her this one time, she'd stay put for the rest of the day. "on your knees, now." she says, setting her paperwork on the coffee table and putting her glasses on top of her head.

momo smiles excitedly, returning to her obedient self and doing as her mistress says.

sana smiled. she didn't like when momo would be a brat for attention, but her heart could never resist giving in to the poor girl. (plus, the punishment would be more fun with mina around later.)

—

momo was sitting by the counter, absentmindedly scrolling through her phone while snacking on some nuts while sana prepared dinner.

the doorbell ringing brings momo back to reality, perking up instantly because it meant mina was home. she looks at her mistress expectantly. sana turns to look at momo, smiling fondly when she sees the girl looking at her like that. "you get the door, baby. i gotta watch the tteokbokki."

momo nods, immediately getting up and running to the front door.

"looks like someone missed me." mina smiled, kissing momo's forehead as the older girl hugged her. sure, she could've used her keys to get in, but being greeted by one of her girlfriends was better than just walking in.

"'course i missed you. you were gone for too long, mommy." momo pouts, still clinging onto mina as she took her tie and blazer off. "really now? but didn't i give you a treat before i left?"

sana chuckles when she hears momo's whines get louder, no doubt mina had to drag her to get all the way to the kitchen. she lowers the stove heat before walking over to her girlfriends to give mina a kiss.

"how was work?" she asks, petting momo's head.

"uneventful, i had tzuyu take care of my meetings."

"really? i thought the proposal from park was important."

mina smiles devilishly, her hand running through momo's hair. "well, i was planning to be productive today. but something on our cameras caught my eye."

momo stiffens. surely, she couldn't have seen her act of rebellion against sana earlier, right?

sana pokes her tongue against the inside of her cheek, smiling. "oh, right. i thought i saw something unusual, too. didn't you, baby?" she coos, scratching momo's head lightly as the girl seemed to shrink in mina's embrace.

—

momo yelped when mina landed another slap to her ass. she was sniffling, even as mina rubbed her skin to soothe the pain ever so slightly. "what's the count, sweetheart?"

sana simply watched the show, finishing her serving of tteokbokki as mina further bent momo over her knees.

"n—nine?" she whispers, wiping her nose. mina brings her hand up again, giving momo another hard slap. she winces in pain, a loud groan escaping her lips. "be confident in your answer, sweetheart. mommy doesn't like when you don't know what you're saying."

"sorry." she mutters, "ten, mommy." momo quickly follows, eager to prove that she learned her lesson. "good." mina says, leaning down to press a kiss to her back.

momo was about to stand up before mina started dragging her fingers along her folds. "hm? did i say you could move, sweetheart?" mina raises her eyebrow, her fingers still moving up and down at a steady pace.

"no, sorry. i thought—"

"you thought i was done? oh, honey, sana and i aren't stopping until we know you've learned your lesson."

[lvlystars]

23:55 — p.jh

“you know…it’s not that bad, honey.” jihyo reassuringly rubs your arm in an attempt to comfort you as you dejectedly stare at your failed attempt at a birthday cake for your girlfriend. the colour combination was not the best, and the way some parts were piped looked a little larger than others, with little crumbs from the cake within speckled across the outer layer of the frosting.

“but it’s supposed to be perfect.” you sigh, turning away and flopping down onto the couch in your living room as jihyo follows you, gently sitting down beside you as she starts to rub your thigh. “y/n, i don’t care if it’s perfect or not. it was made by you, and that fact alone makes me so happy today.”

you face her with a pout on your face, furrowing your eyebrows as you begrudgingly slip your hand into hers. jihyo reciprocates your touch with a gentle squeeze, smiling down at you before leaning down to peck your cheek. “now get up, i want to take pictures with my cake.” she pats your thigh, urging you to stand up as you groan, shaking your head.

“you want to take a picture with that? you’re insane.” you laugh as you start to lighten up a little, jihyo rolling her eyes at you before sitting in the chair at the table and pulling the cake closer to her self. “come on, take the pictures quickly! my birthday’s gonna end!” she whines, shoving the phone into your hand as she grabs the matchstick and lighting the candle perched atop the cake.

you’re hit with a wave of some kind of nostalgia as you watch jihyo clap her hands while you softly sing ‘happy birthday’ to your girlfriend, jihyo beaming as you end the song. as you start counting to her age, she scowls as she’s reminded of how old she is, faking hurt.

“i’m almost nearing the end of my 20’s, my golden years.” she sniffles as she pretends to wipe tears away. you roll your eyes as you pat her head, picking up a plastic knife and cutting out a piece of the cake before feeding her with it.

you look at her expectantly as she slowly chews the cake, trying to digest the flavour before her eyebrows furrow as if she looked angry, and you chuckle softly as she lets out a hum of satisfaction, nodding before her face morphs into a look of enjoyment. “it’s pretty good! did you make this?” she smiles up at you, astonishment evident on her face. you nod as you smile back, feeling a little bit shy as she continues to eat the cake, humming in satisfaction at every bite.

you’re suddenly met with a single bite of cake in front of you, the spoon hovering expectantly as jihyo looks at you, urging you to take a bite. “eat.” she quips, motioning for you to open your mouth, and you slowly take a bite, chewing as you look back at jihyo’s giddy eyes, her face bright enough to light the entire dimly lit room you both were in. as you focus on the cake, you hum in delight as you nod. “it’s good, right?” she whispers. you nod in response before jihyo sets the fork down, hugging you.

you wrap your arms around her in response, basking in the warmth of your embrace as you both sway from side to side. you look at the clock to see the time showing “00:07”.

"ah, your birthday is done.” you whisper, and jihyo just shushes you, placing a delicate finger on your lips.

“let me enjoy this.” she mumbles, snuggling closer to you.

“but-”

“shh.”

wc. 616

a/n. hbd to my mother jihyo, i love her sm, and in celebration of 'i got you' coming out today, i totally planned to release this today. (definitely not bcus writer's block got the best of me 😔)

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