#twice jeongyeon x fem reader

[residentflamingo]

Sleeping Troubles

Yoo Jeongyeon x 10th member fem! reader

Summary ———> You and Jeongyeon are placed in the same hotel room even though you both have been fighting lately. What happens when you have trouble sleeping?

AU: Platonic

Genre: hurt/comfort

Warnings: Jeongyeon being rlly mean at first 🥲

A/N: Wrote this all today... I hope you guys like it :)

Word count ———> 2,452

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“God Y/N, why are you always in the way?”

That is what Jeongyeon said to you last before you got put into this hotel room together.

You and her had been fighting a lot recently and it wasn’t even your fault. It started with her making sarcastic comments and just laughing them off, then they just turned more snarky each time she made one of them. All 10 of you considered each other sisters, and you were bound to fight at one point.

But this was different.

You didn’t know why she was being this way. And from what you can recall, you never did anything to her to make her this annoyed at you. She has never gotten mad at anyone else like this before.

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It was right after a concert, and you and Jeongyeon had just gotten back to the hotel room. Of course, she was still tired and aggravated at you. You tried to ignore it the best you could, making sure you didn’t walk in the same path as her, or talk to her unless it was absolutely needed. She did the same.

You sauntered to your bed, sighing in contentment as you plopped on top of it and nuzzled your face into your pillow. Jeongyeon could be heard making a few sounds in the bathroom, doing her skincare routine before she went to bed. She rolled her eyes, already feeling annoyed by your presence.

It hurt knowing that someone you considered your sister was mad at you like this. Especially when you had no idea what the reason was behind it. You lay still on the bed, scared to make any movement even though she couldn’t see you from the bathroom. This was the worst thing you had possibly ever experienced. Even worse than when your mom would give you the silent treatment.

You were quickly snapped out of your thoughts once you heard a light switch click, indicating she was done using the bathroom. Her feet thumped across the floor until you heard her approach the nightstand, putting her phone on the charger and throwing it down on the wooden surface. Anger was still evident in her mood. You could hear her sigh in annoyance as she tossed her covers over aggressively and slid under them. She had no intentions of looking at you once so ever.

Then when you thought she was done, she said this, “I wish Jihyo didn’t put me in this room with you. You always manage to ruin everything.”

She mumbled that under her breath, just barely loud enough for you to hear.

Her words cut like a machete. Your stomach dropped, feeling your eyes start to water, and your hand moved up to cover your mouth in shock. You never knew she could say something so hurtful. How could she say something like that?

You didn’t say anything back, just simply staying still as your body refused to move. The words echoed in your mind, forcing you to lay in your bed and think of nothing else but it. You couldn’t hold it back anymore, letting the tears fall from your eyes, and your throat tighten up from the emotional stress running through your body.

Jeongyeon’s eyes widened as she heard you sniffling from the other side of the room. But she decided not to say anything. Did she go too far this time?

—

A few hours later you had stopped crying, feeling as if there were no tears left to cry. Your pillow was a bit damp, showing evidence someone had cried all of their feelings out onto it. The sheets never moved an inch, still laying perfectly flat underneath your body.

Joengyeon was sound asleep, now lying on her back as her head was facing the ceiling. You took glances over at her every once in a while, feeling jealous since you couldn’t go to sleep as quickly as her. Jet lag has been terrible for you lately, making you not sleep very well, and feel just so insecure about your performances on stage since you were sleep-deprived.

The most amount of sleep you had been getting was three or four hours. Sometimes even less. Thankfully, none of the girls had noticed your sluggishness. You hated bothering them with things like that, always trying to take care of yourself. But even the toughest people like you needed sisterly figures in your life. Especially one like Jeoongyeon.

“Y/N?”

Jeongyeon’s tired voice instantly brought you out of your thoughts, making you flinch and turn your head to look over at her. She looked back at you with a… concerned look on her face?

“Hm?” You raised your eyebrows, feeling very confused since this same girl had said so many hurtful things to you the past couple of days.

“You’re still awake?” She questioned, actually sounding worried for you. Her eyes looked soft, almost as if all the hate and anger had washed away from her.

You nodded, suddenly pulling the covers over you, and making it look like you were trying to attempt to fall asleep.

Jeongyeon’s eyes widened. She slowly sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, and grabbing her phone from the nightstand beside her. She gasped as she read the time, “Y/N… It’s three am. Why aren’t you asleep?”

You rolled your eyes, feeling annoyed since she was now feeling concerned for you.

“Please…” You scoffed,” Why does it matter to you all of a sudden?” You said with a snarky tone.

She frowned, lowering her phone from her face and gently throwing it to the side of her bed. Guilt was flowing through her body now, realizing it must be weird for you to see her so nice all of a sudden.

“Because…” Her voice hesitated for a second, “I care about you Y/N. You’re like a sister to me.”

She quickly scooched over, laying on her side and patting the empty spot next to her.

You looked at her for a second, wondering if you should join her in bed. Was she just doing this so she could say something mean again?

“Please Y/N… I want to help you.” She practically begged you. A little shakiness was evident in her voice, almost like she was about to cry.

You looked at her one last time, then slowly stood up from your bed, hesitantly walking over to Jeongyeon. She watched you, a small smile forming on her face and her stomach nervously fluttering with butterflies. As you climbed into her bed, you turned your back from Jeongyeon, still not wanting to face her after what had happened a few hours prior.

She frowned, feeling shut out from you, but she immediately understood.

You lay there silently, not moving a muscle until Jeongyeon loosely laid her arm on top of your waist, bringing you closer to her. She nuzzled her face into your hair, wanting to be affectionate with you since she hadn’t been at all with you lately.

Your eyes widened, feeling a bit surprised since this was out of the ordinary for her. She never was a big fan of physical affection, often rejecting the members once they tried to hug her. Her constant persona of trying to act tough around everyone suddenly melted away tonight. Jeongyeon was now cuddling someone she deeply cares about, even though she had never done that before. Not even with Nayeon.

Her face moved back away from your head, gently tucking your hair behind your ears. She stared at you for a second, enjoying the moment between you two. But, she knew it was finally time to explain herself.

“Y/N…” She whispered.

“Yes?” You replied, listening to her very closely, and feeling your stomach twist up in knots.

She tucked her arm under yours, bringing you closer to her once again, and holding you a little tighter in her embrace.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry for everything.”

You gulped, feeling your throat start to get tingly as it did a few hours prior when you were about to cry. Those two words meant the world to you, causing so many different emotions to wash over you at once. She was so stubborn, but hearing her say sorry was something you most definitely didn’t expect.

“I was just…” A couples seconds of silence went by, hearing her hesitate to express her feelings at first. ”…I was jealous. I kept messing up with all of the choreo’s, and when I saw you doing everything so perfectly, it made me envious. I-It scared me. I don’t like being that way. Especially not to someone like you. You never did anything to me.”

Your eyes widened, soaking in all the heartfelt words she poured out to you. The irony of all of it was that when you were doing the choreo’s so “perfectly”, you were at the point of sleep deprivation. Tonight was the night you had to come clean about it, knowing you couldn’t take your current sleep schedule any longer.

A small smiled finally formed at your face, feeling a weight lift from your shoulders as you finally knew what her reasoning was this whole time for her being angry.

“And for that… I apologize Y/N. I hope you find it in your heart to forgive me.”

She sniffled, finally letting her emotions go, and feeling a couple tears run down her face.

You sighed in relief, making Jeongyeon’s eyes look at you in panic. Were you sighing in annoyance or frustration?

“Thank you Jeongyeon… I forgive you.”

She thought about it for a second, letting her mind process what you just said.

“Seriously? After all I’ve done to you?” She was hesitant, still feeling extreme guilt for the way she had talked to her best friend.

“Yes.” Your hand reached over to the one that had been layed on your hip, gently squeezing it with love, ”No matter how many times we fight, you’re always going to be like a sister to me Jeongyeon.”

She sighed, feeling a smile form onto her face and a weight being lifted off her shoulders as well. Showing her vulnerability in front of you was something she never did very often. But tonight, she knew it would be the perfect time. There was no were else she would rather be than with her best friend.

“Thank you Y/N… You’re so sweet you know that?”

You chuckled, “It’s probably because I’m so sleep deprived…”

Her eyes widened, “Sleep deprived? So you mean tonight isnt the only night you’ve been sleeping late like this?” Jeongyeon’s curiosity heightened, wondering how long her best friend had been depriving herself some sleep.

“Umm… About two weeks now.” You said nonchalantly.

She gasped, ”Y/N… Why haven’t you told anybody?”

You half-shrugged you shoulders, “I don’t know… I just don’t like to bother you guys with that stuff. We’ve been so busy with the tour lately, and the least thing I want to do is complain about my sleeping, when I know the girls are going through something similar.”

She pouted, bringing her face closer to the back of your head again, and tracing shapes onto your hip with her slender fingers, “Y/N… You know you can tell us anything. Especially something serious like that. You could die from sleep deprivation.”

“I know… I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” She kissed your head gently, talking in a soft and comforting voice, “Just promise me you will come to me when this happens again, okay? Or anyone else. I care deeply about you Y/N. You’re my best friend.”

You smiled, feeling your eyes water from the sweetness of her words. Maybe you no longer had to only rely on yourself for everything.

“I will… I promise.” You whispered, trying so hard not to cry.

“Good.” She said, feeling deeply relieved knowing that she had your word.

Once you gave your word, you weren’t one to break it.

—

A few moments of silence went by as the both of you layed next to each other, no longer feeling uncomfortable, but being comforted by each other’s presence.

“So let me get this straight… The whole time I was “jealous” of your dancing, you were sleep deprived?” She joked, finding it funny that she was jealous over someone who had been dancing on basically no energy.

You giggled, also finding it really funny, “Yeah… I guess so. You’ll have to tell Jihyo about that tomorow.”

“Noo… Let’s just keep this between us. Deal?”

“Deal.”

She sighed, “Good.”

Jeongyeon moved around a little bit, getting herself comfy one last time before she fell asleep. She brought the covers up closer to you, wanting you to be as comfy as possible.

“Is this okay?” She said softly.

“Yes…” You nuzzled your face into the soft sheets, letting your body melt with Jeongyeon’s, “This is perfect.”

“Good. Now go to sleep Y/N. I know you’re tired.”

You smiled, now enjoying the tender tone in her voice as she worried about you.

“Okay… Goodnight Jeongyeon.”

“Goodnight Y/N.”

Her voice lingered in your mind, remembering all the sweet words she had said to you tonight, slowly forgetting the hurtful ones she had said to you a few days prior. All of those restless nights were worth it in a way, finally finding a new sleeping buddy, and sharing a night you would never forget for the rest of your life.

You fell asleep almost immediately, having a slowed heartbeat, and breathing that remained steady for the rest of the night. Jeongyeon felt so grateful, knowing she was no longer fighting with her best friend, and that she could show her vulnerable side more often. She secretly loved cuddling, but only when it came to you.

She slept soundly that night knowing that everything was resolved between you two, and that you were tight in her grasp.

The next morning

“Should we wake them?” Nayeon whispered as she tilted her head out of curiosity, standing at the foot of the bed and watching you two sleep peacefully. She noticed Jeongyeon had kept a hold on you until the morning, making sure to keep a mental note to tease you and her about it the following afternoon.

Jihyo chuckled quietly and smiled as well, “No... Let them get the rest. They need it. But make sure to take some pictures.”

[misahyochaeng]

“Coming Down.”

Jihyo x Fem!reader

Chapter 8-(?)

Other chapters:

tw: fluff, angsty in a way(?), ceo!jihyo x model!reader, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, smut ending, make out sesh, pussy eating, slight degradation, dirty talk, light spit play. (NOT PROOFREAD)

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Jihyo’s lips brushed against your neck again, lingering this time as her head shifted, her breath warm and steady against your skin. The soft contact was maddening, each moment stretching on longer than the last. Your thoughts raced, a whirlwind of confusion and anticipation. What was she doing? Why was she like this?

Her nose pressed against your neck gently as though she was committing the moment to memory. “Why are you so warm?” she murmured, her words slurred but soft enough to make your chest ache. You tried to form a response, but all that came out was a nervous stammer. “I… uh… J-Jihyo…”

She hummed quietly, her lips quirking into a faint smile. The sound vibrated against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. Despite her teasing smirk, her lips never left your neck, grazing it just enough to make your knees feel weak. Desperate for a distraction, you looked around. Your eyes landed on Nayeon and Jeongyeon, and you let out a small, shaky breath when you realized they were too preoccupied with each other to notice you.

Nayeon’s face hovered dangerously close to Jeongyeon’s, her voice loud and playful as she teased her, but her lips were just inches away from Jeongyeon’s. Jeongyeon, for her part, looked amused but didn’t pull away. If anything, she seemed to lean closer, her smirk growing every time Nayeon giggled nervously.

You shifted your gaze again and caught sight of Tzuyu sitting stiffly at a nearby table, her face beet red as a short, tattooed girl danced in front of her. The girl moved playfully, her exaggerated twirls and wiggling hips clearly meant to tease. Tzuyu’s lips parted, her eyes wide as she alternated between looking at the girl and looking anywhere else. “Look at Tzuyu,” Jeongyeon’s voice cut through the music as she pointed. “She looks like she’s about to pass out.”

Nayeon burst into laughter. “She’s so flustered! Go, Tzu!” she cheered, clapping her hands loudly. The tattooed girl grinned, dropping down into a playful lap dance that made Tzuyu nearly jump out of her seat. “Guys, stop,” Tzuyu whined, her voice quiet and breathless as she waved them off.

Your lips twitched in amusement at the chaos of the scene. For a brief moment, you forgot about the tension swirling around you and Jihyo. But then, as the song shifted into something slower and more intimate, Jihyo’s hands slid upward from your hips to your waist, playing with the fabric of your dress. She tugged you closer, her body aligning with yours as the bass thrummed in your chest. “Focus on me,” Jihyo murmured, her voice low and husky. Her gaze locked onto yours, her dark eyes filled with something unreadable.

The weight of her stare made your heart pound, but you nodded wordlessly. Her hands guided your movements, swaying with you to the rhythm of the music. Her touch was firm yet hesitant, as though she was testing the limits of how close she could get.“You’re so gorgeous,” she said suddenly, her voice quieter this time. Her lips brushed against the spot where your jaw met your ear, sending a wave of heat coursing through you.

You froze, your breath hitching as your mind raced. “Jihyo…” you started, but your voice came out as a whisper. “Please,” she mumbled against your skin, her words barely audible over the music. “Just let me have this moment.”

Her hands tightened slightly on your waist as her lips pressed more firmly against your neck. You felt like you were floating, every sense heightened by her touch and her words. But then, like ice water, guilt surged through you. Memories of that night with Sana flashed through your mind, and a knot of unease formed in your stomach. You pulled back, your hands trembling as you pushed gently against her shoulders. “I—I need some air,” you stammered, not meeting her eyes as you turned and made your way toward the exit.

The cool night air hit you as soon as you stepped outside, but it did little to calm the storm inside you. You sank onto the sidewalk, your elbows resting on your knees as you stared down at the pavement. Your heart was still racing, but now it wasn’t just from Jihyo’s proximity. Guilt, confusion, and frustration churned within you, leaving you feeling sick.

Inside, Jihyo stood frozen on the dance floor, her hands still hovering where they had been holding you. Her chest tightened as she watched you walk away, the moment slipping from her grasp like sand through her fingers.

“What happened?” Nayeon’s voice broke her trance, and Jihyo turned to see her approaching with Jeongyeon in tow. “She left,” Jihyo said quietly, her voice flat. Jeongyeon frowned. “What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything!” Jihyo snapped, though her tone lacked conviction. Nayeon raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching into a smirk. “Didn’t look like ‘nothing.’ You were all over her, babe.” Jihyo’s face flushed. “I wasn’t—”

“You totally were,” Jeongyeon interrupted, crossing her arms. “Don’t even try to deny it. You’ve got it bad.” Jihyo glared at them, but before she could retort, their attention shifted to Tzuyu, who was still blushing furiously as the tattooed girl danced in front of her. “Oh my God,” Nayeon cackled. “Look at Tzuyu! She’s dying!”

Jeongyeon joined in, pointing at Tzuyu’s bright red face. “Tzuyu’s about to combust. Someone get her a fan.”

“Leave me alone,” Tzuyu muttered, hiding her face behind her hands as the tattooed girl grinned and leaned in closer. “Go, Tzuyu!” Nayeon cheered, clapping obnoxiously. Jihyo rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at her lips. Jeongyeon gave Jihyo a firm shove. “Forget Tzuyu for now. Go get your girl.”

“What?” Jihyo blinked, startled.

“You heard me.” Jeongyeon’s tone was firm, but her smirk softened the edge. “She’s out there waiting for you. Don’t blow it.” Nayeon nodded, crossing her arms. “And don’t come back until you’ve fixed this.”

Jihyo hesitated for a moment before nodding. Determination replaced her uncertainty as she turned toward the door, stepping out into the night to find you.

The night air wrapped around you like a cold reminder of reality as you sat on the sidewalk, knees pulled close to your chest, trying to steady your uneven breaths. Your thoughts were spinning, each one hitting harder than the last. Guilt sat heavy in your stomach, and the memory of Jihyo’s lips against your neck lingered, sending shivers down your spine that you couldn’t shake.

The faint creak of the club door pulled you from your thoughts, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching. You didn’t look up; you didn’t need to. You knew it was her.

Jihyo lowered herself to the curb beside you, her presence quiet but undeniable. Her shoulder brushed against yours as she leaned in slightly, trying to gauge what was going on without pressing you too hard. For a long moment, she said nothing, the distant hum of music filling the space between you. Then, softly, she leaned her head against yours. “You’re shivering,” she said, her voice carrying a warmth that somehow made you feel colder. “What’s wrong?”

You let out a slow breath, shaking your head and staring at the cracked pavement beneath your shoes. “It’s nothing.” Her frown was almost audible. “That doesn’t look like nothing.”

When you didn’t respond, she shifted, her body turning toward you. Her fingers brushed against your chin, hesitant but firm enough to guide your face toward her. “Y/N,” she said softly but insistently, her tone insisting no argument. “Look at me.” You resisted for a second, the weight of her gaze too much, but her hand lingered, her thumb grazing your jaw, grounding you. Finally, reluctantly, you turned your head.

Her eyes, lit faintly by the glow of the streetlamp, softened the sharp lines of her expression. They searched yours, trying to piece together what you weren’t saying. But as you stared into them, something inside you cracked.

You didn’t think. You didn’t hesitate. You leaned in and kissed her.

The contact was tentative at first, as if you were testing the waters. Jihyo froze for half a second, her breath hitching audibly. But then her hand slipped to your waist, her grip firm yet trembling. Her lips moved against yours slowly, almost unsure, but the unspoken need between you filled every gap.

The kiss deepened naturally, as if the two of you had been waiting for this moment far longer than you cared to admit. Her lips were warm, soft, and slightly chapped from the night’s air, but the way they moved made you forget everything else. You felt the faintest brush of her tongue, teasing, asking, and you opened yourself to her instinctively.

When you finally pulled back, gasping for air, her forehead rested against yours. Her breaths were as ragged as yours, her eyes still closed, savoring the moment. “You taste…” she began, her voice low and breathy. Her lips curved into the faintest smile. “Sweet. Like vanilla and… something else I can’t place… I want that gloss.” She opened her eyes, locking onto yours, a tiny embarrassed smile on your face. “You smell good, but you taste even better.”

Her words sent a shiver through you, and before you could respond, she leaned back in, her lips finding yours again. This time, her grip on your waist tightened, anchoring you to her. You melted into the kiss despite yourself, your hands finding their way to the front of her shirt, clutching at the fabric like a lifeline.

“Jihyo…” you mumbled against her lips, but she didn’t let up, kissing you harder, more desperately. “I’m not done,” she whispered, her voice barely audible against your mouth.

Her hands slid to the back of your neck, her thumbs brushing your skin in a way that made you feel dizzy. Each kiss felt like a promise, an apology, and a plea all at once. “Jihyo,” you said again, breathless but more insistent this time. She finally pulled back, her eyes flickering over your face. “What?”

“We need to go back inside,” you said softly, though every part of you ached to stay like this. She frowned, her lips pouting slightly. “Just a little longer,” she murmured, leaning in to press another kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“You promised,” you reminded her, though your voice lacked any real conviction.Jihyo sighed, resting her forehead against yours again. “Fine,” she muttered, her tone begrudging. But even as she said it, her lips found yours again, a quick, soft kiss like she couldn’t help herself.

When you both finally stood, your legs were shaky beneath you. Jihyo reached out to steady you, her hand lingering on your arm as you walked back toward the club.The moment you stepped inside, you were met with the knowing smirks of Jeongyeon and Nayeon.

“Well, well,” Jeongyeon drawled, her eyes flicking to your smudged lipstick. “I’m ready for my drama to start.” She crossed her arms as she pretended to lay back and watch the show Nayeon was about to put on with you two.

Nayeon gasped dramatically, pointing at you. “Darling, your lipstick is—oh my God—did a car hit you?”

“Can you not?” you groaned, wiping at your lips instinctively. Meanwhile, Tzuyu stood off to the side, her face a deep shade of red as Chaeyoung clung to her arm. The tattooed girl was swaying to the music, her grin mischievous as she whispered something in Tzuyu’s ear.

“Oh my God, look at Tzuyu!” Nayeon exclaimed, clapping her hands together. “She’s got herself a girlfriend!”Jeongyeon doubled over in laughter. “Who knew our shy little Tzuyu had it in her?”

Chaeyoung laughed too, throwing an arm around Tzuyu’s shoulders. “She’s cute when she blushes,” she said, winking at the group.Jihyo leaned in close to you, her lips brushing your ear. “See? At least we’re not the only ones getting teased tonight.”

You bit back a smile, your cheeks still warm. For once, you didn’t mind.

Jihyo cleared her throat, “Anyways, we need to get going now.” You snapped your neck to look at her “What??”

Nayeon raised and eyebrow as she whined, latching onto your arm. “Noo pleaseeee, i like Y/N so much i don’t want her to gooo, Jihyoooo!!!” she pouted. “Whyyyy”

Jihyo crossed her arms as she glared at you both, “Business reasons, we’ll be going now, we’ll reschedule later.” You opened your mouth to speak up, but you were snatched away by Jihyo’s grip.

The night air carried a quietness that was almost soothing as Jihyo pulled you through the parking lot by the wrist, her pace quick and purposeful. You could still hear Nayeon yelling behind you, her smugness cutting through the fading club music.

“Business reasons, huh?” she called out, her voice laced with teasing. “Don’t forget to use protection!”

Jeongyeon’s incredulous voice followed immediately after, smacking sounds included. “Why the fuck would they need protection? Think, Nayeon!”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, glancing over your shoulder to see the two bickering like kids while Tzuyu stood off to the side, clearly unamused but smiling faintly as Chaeyoung whispered something in her ear. “They’re ridiculous,” you murmured, more to yourself, but Jihyo heard and let out a small huff, though her grip on your wrist tightened slightly.

The silence that followed as you approached her car wasn’t the heavy, awkward one you’d grown accustomed to with her. It was... lighter, more natural. There wasn’t anything to fill the space, but it didn’t feel empty. When you reached the car, she stopped abruptly, and before you could say anything, her hands were on your shoulders, spinning you around to face her. Your back pressed against the car door, the cool metal biting through the fabric of your almost open back dress, but you didn’t have time to dwell on it.

Jihyo’s lips were on yours again in an instant, the kiss desperate and intoxicating. Her hands slid down your back, trailing every detail of the muscles on it, the pressure firm enough to make you gasp softly against her mouth. You tasted the faint tang of alcohol on her lips, the burn of the tequila she’d downed before leaving. It mixed with something uniquely hers, something that made your knees feel weak.

You whined involuntarily, the sound muffled by her lips. “Jihyo,” you managed to murmur between kisses, your voice shaky but teasing, “please, once we get home—” Her lips didn’t stop, and instead, she pinched your side gently, a playful retaliation. “Just a little more,” she mumbled, her words barely audible as her mouth moved against yours. “I can’t get enough.”

Her hands trailed up and down your back again, sending shivers through your body as she pressed closer. You could feel the heat radiating off her, her chest brushing yours as her hands finally settled at the small of your back. When she finally pulled away, her lips lingered just a breath from yours, both of you panting softly. A thin string of saliva connected your mouths, and Jihyo’s gaze flicked to it before she wiped your lips with her thumb, her touch surprisingly gentle. “Messy,” she muttered with a small smirk, though her eyes carried a softness that made your chest ache.

You rolled your eyes but didn’t fight the small smile tugging at your lips as she opened the passenger door for you. There was no teasing or playful banter as you slid into the seat—only a calm, almost reverent silence as she closed the door and walked around to the driver’s side.

“You’re drunk,” you pointed out as she started the car, your voice quieter than usual, though the concern was evident. “You shouldn’t be driving.”

She glanced at you briefly, her lips curving into a lopsided grin. “Tipsy,” she corrected, her tone firm but not defensive. “And I’m fine. I promise.”

The car sped out of the parking lot, the city lights blurring as you moved through the quiet streets. Her hand found its way to your thigh, almost like second nature, her fingers drawing slow, lazy circles over the fabric of your dress.

You stiffened slightly at the contact, your breath hitching. Your thighs instinctively pressed together, and you turned your head to look out the window, desperate to focus on anything but the heat radiating from her touch.

Jihyo chuckled softly at your reaction, her fingers giving your thigh a gentle squeeze. “Relax,” she murmured, her voice carrying a teasing edge but also something deeper—something that made your stomach flutter.

By the time you reached home, the tension in the car was almost palpable. Jihyo parked and turned off the engine, but her hand lingered on your thigh for a moment longer before she finally pulled away, stepping out of the car.

She didn’t wait for you to follow. Instead, she walked around to your side and opened the door for you, offering her hand as you stepped out. The simple gesture sent another wave of warmth through you, and as you stood together under the soft glow of the porch light, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something between you had shifted.

As soon as the door clicked shut, you barely had time to slip your shoes off before Jihyo was on you again. Her hands found your face, pulling you into a deep kiss that left no room for protest—not that you wanted to. Her lips pressed insistently against yours, soft but charged with an almost desperate energy, her teeth grazing your bottom lip before tugging lightly.

“Jihyo,” you murmured against her mouth, but she didn’t stop. Her hands trailed down to your shoulders, then further, her touch trembling slightly as her fingers brushed over your skin, feeling every little detail. “You’re so pretty,” she whispered, the words warm and breathless as they melted into your lips.

You couldn’t help the way your body reacted to her—your hands gripping her waist for stability, your knees threatening to give out as she deepened the kiss. Her mouth moved with yours in a rhythm that made you forget how to think, her lips hot and demanding against your own.

She shifted her stance, stepping closer until your back hit the wall with a soft thud. Her leg slid between yours, and you sucked in a sharp breath as her thigh pressed against your core. Your hands instinctively tightened on her waist, and she pulled back just enough to look at you, her eyes dark and searching.

“Why do you smell so good?” she murmured, her voice low and husky.You let out a soft, shaky laugh, but before you could respond, she leaned in again, her lips brushing against your jaw, then lower to your neck. Her kisses were slower there, open-mouthed and deliberate, the warmth of her breath sending shivers down your spine.

“Jihyo, wait,” you managed to whisper, but she didn’t stop. “Please,” she murmured against your skin, her voice almost pleading. “Just let me have this.” Her words made your chest tighten in a way you didn’t fully understand. Your hands moved to her shoulders, meaning to push her back, but instead, you found yourself gripping her shirt, pulling her closer.

Her lips pressed against the sensitive spot where your neck met your collarbone, and you let out a shaky exhale. “Jihyo,” you said again, firmer this time, though your voice wavered. She pulled back slightly, just enough to look at you, her lips red and slightly swollen. “What?” she asked softly, her brows furrowing in concern as she searched your face.

“We... we can’t just—” You hesitated, your words faltering under her intense gaze. She reached up, her fingers brushing a strand of hair away from your face as she leaned her forehead against yours. “I’m sorry,” she murmured, her voice quieter now. “I just... I can’t help it. I don’t know why i’m like this.”

Her confession sent heat rushing to your face, and you looked away, your heart pounding in your chest. “You’re drunk,” you mumbled, though the words felt weak even to you.She shook her head, a soft, almost bitter laugh escaping her lips. “Maybe. But it’s not the alcohol making me feel like this.”

Jihyo didn’t waste a second, her lips crashing against yours again, not as rushed but just as urgent. Her kisses were deep, a little rough around the edges, yet so utterly her. You felt her hands run up your arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. When her lips wandered to your neck, she sucked softly on the sensitive skin just below your jaw, leaving a dark bruise, her warm breath fanning against you as she mumbled, “I can’t get enough of you.”

Your knees felt weak even though you were practically already sitting on her thigh. She slid her hands to your waist, gripping firmly as she guided you against the kitchen counter. Then, with an ease that surprised you, she lifted you up, placing you on the cool surface as if you weighed nothing.

“How are you this strong?” you blurted out, your voice unsteady, equal parts impressed and startled. Jihyo pulled back slightly, her lips curling into a smug smile as she placed her hands on either side of you. “You’re not the only one who works out, you know.” You let out a nervous laugh, trying to play it cool despite the way your heart hammered in your chest. “Noted.”

Her lips found yours again, softer this time, but the fire behind her actions was impossible to miss. Your fingers tangled in her hair as you kissed her back, unable to resist the way she made you feel—like you were the only person that mattered in that moment. Her hands moved down to your thighs, resting there for a second before sliding up slightly, her thumbs brushing against your skin. You shivered under her touch, and she smiled against your lips.

She pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, her eyes dark and serious. “Let me take it off,” she whispered, her voice low and full of unspoken desire. Your heart skipped a beat, and you felt your cheeks flush. “Jihyo—”

“I’ll stop if you want me to,” she added quickly, her hands pausing as if she was giving you time to decide. You hesitated, the weight of the moment pressing down on you. But the way she looked at you—with a mix of longing and tenderness—melted your reservations. You gave her a small nod, and that was all she needed.

Her fingers moved to the straps of your dress, her touch careful and deliberate as she slid them down your shoulders.Her hands were warm against your skin, steady despite the tremble in her breath. She paused, her eyes meeting yours again as if to make sure you were still okay. When you didn’t stop her, she let out a soft sigh of relief and continued, her lips brushing your shoulder as she eased the fabric down.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” she murmured, her voice so soft you almost didn’t hear her.

You felt heat rise to your cheeks, and you instinctively crossed your arms over your chest. “Stop looking at me like that,” you muttered, trying to avoid her gaze.

“Like what?” she asked, her voice filled with genuine curiosity.

“Like I’m... I don’t know. Like I’m special or something,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jihyo tilted her head, a small, almost sad smile tugging at her lips. “You are,” she said simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Her words struck something deep within you, and before you could think twice, you leaned in, pressing your lips to hers in a kiss that was less about passion and more about emotion. Her hands moved to cradle your face, her thumbs gently brushing against your cheeks as if she was trying to reassure you without words.

“I want to have you, please..” Her voice cracked slightly in desperation as she looked up at you, eyes filled with an indescribable need, your breathing hitched—and before you could speak up, she began trailing sloppy kisses on your inner thighs, “Jihyo, i—“

She stopped and looked up at you, “Hm?”. You let out a shaky sigh, looking away in shame as your face got even more red, “I’ve never done it before.” Jihyo bit her lip as her face flushed with guilt, she pulled apart “I’m sorry I—“

“No” you grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her close, your faces inches apart, “I want you to.” Her breath hitched, as she stared up at you now, her eyes were vulnerable, glassy even, she bit her lip in hesitation as she caressed your cheek with her hand, “Are you really sure, Y/N? If you want me to stop i will.

You nodded, she swallowed hard as she dipped back in pressing wet kisses to your inner thigh, your body squirming against her grip. Her face was right at your clothed center, her nose brushing against your swollen clit from time to time. Your breathing was uneasy as she left a trail of bruises on your thighs, “You’re so pretty like this, baby.”

She heard a whimper escape from your lips—and gosh, it drove her insane. She pressed her lips to your clothed center and a loud sensitive moan was released from deep in your throat, your hands instinctively reaching for her hair to push and run your fingers through them. She slowly got rid of the fabric, the view of your soaked pussy and swollen needy clit made her bite a lip to suppress a whine. “You’re so pretty down here, pretty everywhere.” She stroked your slit with her tongue, you threw your head back. “Shit, please.” she smirked against it before pressing a wet kiss on it,

“Please what, baby? tell me.” she went inside for a second just to tease, “Fuck—please Jihyo—nghh—eat me out!” you pouted as you pulled on her hair a bit, the sensation making the girl groan. “Youre so fucking eager.” she smiled before dipping in, her defined nose brushing against your clit as she bobbed her head slightly, jaw taking your pussy fully, sticking her tongue in and out of you at a steady pace,—it was slightly slow enough to tease, though she made up for it by adding pressure to her movements, giving you more stimulation—she had a pattern of kissing your pussy from time to time while putting her tongue in and swirling all over.

You threw your head back at the feeling of her tongue inside you—it took you a bit to get used to the feeling; the sensation made you sensitive, your legs shaking as your mouth fell open. It felt good—too good, you closed your legs on her, crushing her face with your thighs, she let out a low guttural growl as she began slurping, the sound vile and pornographic. “You taste so fucking good, Y/N.” her eyebrows furrowed as she locked eyes with you from down under, “I can’t get enough.”

She put her hand up to caress your thighs, assuring strokes on your skin before moving it to rub your clit, you closed your legs on her again and she groaned, “So fucking sensitive, huh?” she rubbed your clit again to tease—your legs jerked forward to close, “Shit—Ji…hyo, pl….fuck please!” her tongue moved on faster and more accurate strokes, inching towards your most sensitive spot little by little as she was practically face first in your cunt, the smell of sex evident in the open kitchen; you were lucky you two only lived there.

She stuck her fingers in as she ate you out, you screamed, the sound of her name leaving your mouth drove her insane—her eyes rolled back as she began to taste you more aggressively, her nose pressing harder on your clit, your pussy slick dripping down her chin. “You’re so fucking good.”

She spit on it, and a loud moan escapee your mouth, her warm saliva seeping down your already wet cunt, you felt nasty, disgusting; it aroused you— a lot. “Jihyo, it feels so good.” your lip quivered, “I can tell, such a needy girl, aren’t you?” you bit your lip to suppress a moan, you nodded. “Answer me when i talk to you, Y/N.” she bit back in a harsh and dominating tone before landing a bite on your inner thigh, the pain bringing you a form of ecstasy you couldn’t describe, your hand traveled to your lips to nibble on the side of your hand, suppressing your noises. “Im—a needy.. fuck.. i’m a needy girl..” she let out a dry chuckle “Good girl, baby, good—“ she dipped in harder “—fucking girl.”

You bucked your hips forward, fucking yourself against her face, you sobbed out loudly as you humped her face like a bitch in heat, incoherent words falling out of your mouth as you felt closer and closer to finishing. You gripped the counters edge and Jihyo’s hand found yours, “Hold it, it’s okay. You can squeeze it if you need to” she said gently, though her pace was the absolutely opposite of gentle, she locked eyes with you and she giggled, your face brought pity to her senses, though it was more of an amusing kind— almost humiliating, “Aw you poor baby, don’t look at me like that love, i won’t be able to hold back.” you groaned through gritted teeth, “This is you—hmgh..holding back?!”.

Your eyes rolled back, “That’s my girl.” she used the hand that wasn’t interlocked with yours to slowly finger you, hitting your g-spot, she bit her lip at the feeling of your tight pussy clenching against her slender fingers. “Gonna cum for me?” you nodded, “Come on, cum for me baby.” she stuck her tongue out as she licked over and over; her jaw was sore but she’d do anything to please you.

You trembled as you finished on her tongue, a hum in pleasure leaving Jihyo’s lips as she tasted you, she rubbed your thigh, making it up to you for the amount of bruises she left there. Your body fell limp, she brushed the tiny strands of hair stuck on your sweaty forehead before kissing it and helping you down the counter, your knees gave out and you almost fell, arms latching onto Jihyo for support, she teased. “Easy girl, don’t fall over me.” you whined groggily as you put your body weight on her as she led you to your bedroom, “Wait..” you stopped her as you approached the hallway “What?” you bit your lip in hesitation, “I wanna sleep with you, please.”

“Yeah? alright, let’s go, i’ll put you down and prepare a bath for you.”

As she led you there, you zoned out while you were spread out in bed staring at the ceiling, the white noise of Jihyo’s AC buzzing and the bathtub filled the atmosphere, a warmth filled your chest, you didn’t know what it was, but you knew that before this, the little situation you both had wasn’t gonna be the same.

[sapphic-kpop-fics]

HIHI also american, a Woman, and gay I’ll request getting manhandled by anyone in twice but lots of fluffy aftercare 🙁🙁🙁

Throw Me Around (Yoo Jeongyeon x Reader)

Smut, fluff

Jealousy, dom!jeongyeon, being a rag doll kinda,a sprinkle of degradation with a dash of praise, dacryphilia, strap on, fingering, oral(on a strap), edging, overstimulation, bratty reader a little bit

Idk what happened to me while writing this, I’m so in love with her she’s so hot omg. (Can you tell from recent content how obsessed I am with twice/strategy comeback?)

You were currently sat on the couch in the private room of a club, an expensive one, one that your friend Mina so graciously paid for so all of your friends could live in luxury for the night. Though being a “just friends” night, everyone brought a friend or two and then they also brought someone and then significant others tagged along as well so the “private” room was fairly crowded.

It was dim, a few flashing lights as music played and people danced together. Looking around to see what your friend group is up to, Mina is with Chaeyoung (who Mina claims is just a friend) looking awfully close as they spoke on the couch opposite you, Nayeon and Momo almost making out in the middle of the room as they dance on each other, Sana and Jihyo stand by the bar closely only talking but the attraction clear by their eyes, Dahyun and Tzuyu are just dancing not together but near each other having the times of their lives and only pausing to take drinks from their cups.

But you sit alone an elbow on the end of the couch beside you while you wait for your girlfriend Jeongyeon to come back with the few drinks for you and her, not wanting to entertain anyone else with your attention. Your eyes were trained on her as she had her back turned to you, this was actually the first time you’d seen her in a couple weeks after you had a work trip out of town, and god did she look amazing.

With her being at work all day, you rested at home before meeting her here, and it was such a shame that you couldn’t drag her home then and there. Wearing her work clothes, black dress pants with a white button up (which she unbuttoned a bit once she clocked out, revealing her collarbones and a sliver of the black bra she’s wearing underneath), and a blazer that she has taken off and put around your shoulders. Her short wavy black hair framing her face perfectly, you rubbed your thighs together practically the whole night.

You’re only broken from looking at her when someone sits next to you on the couch, too close, shoulders brushing as you turn your head with wide eyes to see a woman there smiling at you in a way that makes you want to sink into yourself.

“I’m Jimin. You’re very beautiful.” She says, leaning in to be close to your ear from the loud music.

“Thanks. I’m not interested.” You turn your head back for stare at the back of Jeongyeon’s head, the bar being crowded with only one bartender so it’s taking a while.

“Oh come on. You don’t even know me.”

“Don’t need to. I have a girlfriend.”

“So? That’s never stopped me before.”

Her words ick you out more than you can say, a weird chill running up your spine.

“Can you leave me alone?”

Instead of listening she just leans in closer, alcohol wafting off her breath, and put a hand on your thigh way too far up.

“At least tell me your name, pretty girl.” A nickname that made you almost throw up at the sound of it coming from anyone other than Jeongyeon.

You glance at your girlfriend again who is now looking at you while leaning on the bar, her eyes are narrow and her jaw is clenched, you have to admit the site makes you unbelievably turned on especially when her eyes lift from the woman hand on your leg to your eyes with a angry look.

“I really am not interested.” You affirm but she moves her hand a bit higher but you just glare at her while pushing her hand away quite aggressively.

“What the fuck?” She asks while standing, somehow the annoyed one.

“What’s going on?” Jeongyeon appears, handing you a glass of some fruity drink with vodka in it while holding her own, which holds water, in her hand, “Who’s this?” She eyes the woman who is now standing.

“No one.”

“Jimin.” The woman says.

You answer at the same time causing your girlfriend to look between you.

“Who are you?” So called Jimin asks with a snarky tone.

Now your girlfriend isn’t super confrontational nor physical in confrontation, but when you’re involved it seems her emotions run ten times high. You know she could fight someone and win, she frequents the gym even now you can see the hint of her muscles flexing against the almost see through fabric of her shirt. The way she’s easily able to grab you and pull you so you do as she desires whether it’s in bed or walking around a store, you like that mixed with her protective nature her physique keeps you from slipping away.

You don’t miss the way she clenches her jaw even more or the way her free hand forms into a fist while the other squeezes the glass in her hand. She takes a step or two closer to the woman as she answers.

“Her girlfriend.” She simply states.

“Wow, with how she was acting i expected someone…. Different.” Jimin says, a mean girl attitude exudes off of her as she speaks obviously insulting Jeongyeon with her words. This makes you stand up especially as your girlfriend goes to walk closer to be nose to nose with the girl, causing some eyes to be on you three.

“Hey!” You start while placing a hand on Jeongyeon’s arm, squeezing the muscle a bit which was harder than expected and you almost groan at how hot it is before you remember what’s happening, “It’s not worth it, baby.” You say into her ear, her gaze never leaving Jimin’s as they have an unofficial staring contest, “Come on, Jeongie.” The nickname making her hard persona slip a bit.

“No, I’m not just going to stand here while some bitch touches you.” She spits out, some of her venomous words directed at you because in her mind you let the interaction go on way too long before she stepped in.

“Watch your mouth.” Jimin steps forward.

“Please don’t do this.” You mutter, embarrassed by the attention you’re getting from the surrounding people. Jeongyeon doesn’t respond she just continues staring down the girl, you’re worried she’s about to swing when someone else shows up who you vaguely recognize as Ryujin, a friend of Chaeyoung’s.

“Jimin, what the fuck are you doing?” She starts exasperated, “I’m so sorry, we’re leaving.” Ryujins apologizes and drags Jimin away by the arm.

Jeongyeon’s stares only end when she’s out the door, even then you have to pull her arm so she’s looking at you which she doesn’t for long focusing on sipping her drink. The rest of crowd returned to dancing and drinking seemingly forgetting the conflict already, on the other hand your girlfriend is still visibly fuming.

“Jeongie.” You say in her ear, “I’m sorry, I told her to go away I promise.”

“I don’t doubt you did, honey. I just think you should’ve ended the conversation sooner.” She finally looks at you, her voice sweet despite her mood.

“It’s not like I wanted her to stay. She wouldn’t leave. I don’t know why you’re mad at me, It’s not my fault.” You let go of her arm so you can cross yours over your chest and pout a bit, the way you say it is a little too bratty for your girlfriends taste as she hears the sharp annoyed tone you use.

Her nostrils flare as she clenched her jaw once again, she drank the rest of her drink in one big drink before grabbing your wrist and dragging you away to the single person bathroom at the back of the club. Pushing you against the sink harshly, hands gripping your hips so hard you think there will be a bruise later.

“You’re such a slut, you know?” Before she places her lips on you aggressively, not letting you get a word out and reducing you to whimpers, “Did you like her touching you?” She asks when she pulls away.

“No, just you jeongie.” You try to move forward to join your lips again but she pulls away before you can make contact.

“Yeah?”

You pathetically nod at her as she uses her fingers to lift up your chin.

“Good.”

She smashes her lips against yours again, this time forcing her tongue in your mouth making you moan into her. Its not long before she’s kissing down your jaw and leaving marks all over your neck, biting down at some points and she can taste the metallic taste of blood she’d feel bad if the noise you made wasn’t the best sound she’d ever heard.

“Fuck. Please.”

“Want me to fuck you in the bathroom like the slut you are?” She says with her lips brushing against your ear and one hand goes to unbutton your jeans, “While your friends are right outside?”

“Please.” You nod eagerly.

“You’re so desperate.” With a breathy chuckle, bringing her other hand that’s not playing with your waistband to grip your jaw so you look up at her, “Look at me when I fuck you.” Her hand finally slips into your underwear and pushing two fingers into you and rubbing her palm on your clit. Her hand goes from your jaw to your throat, gripping lightly, letting your mouth open to release loud moans. She set a harsh fast pace with her fingers and her lips wander your neck and jaw.

“Fuck, baby.” You whine out.

“I fuck you good don’t I? Better than anyone else, right?”

You can only muster a nod and a whine, getting close to your release.

“Are you close?”

“Mhm”

She kisses you again and as soon as she feels you tightening around her fingers she pulls them out. She cuts off your whine of annoyance off by stuffing her fingers in your mouth so you can taste yourself and tightening the other around your throat.

“You think I’m letting you cum that easy?” She taunts with a smile, “Clean yourself up, you look like a slut. I promised Nayeon we’d dance so hurry ” And she turns and leaves the bathroom leaving you shocked against the sink. But you do as you’re told and wipe your lips, fixing your hair and outfit in the mirror before leaving the bathroom.

Jeongyeon is waiting at the edge of the dance floor, watching the door for you. She gives you a smile that is a contrast to her previous behavior, you assume she’s lulling you into a false sense of security so you don’t expect her plans. Her hand reaches for yours as you walk up to her, she drags you to the middle of the dance floor, both hands grip your hips turning you so your back is flush against her front. Her own hips are moving to the music as she guides you to dance by yours, her chin is on your shoulder with lips brushing your neck. You notice how she subtly rolls her hips forward against you, whatever game she’s playing was working as your face gets more flushed.

Eventually you turn in her arms and wrap your own around her neck, looking up at her while your lips brush and you can feel her warm breath against your face. You feel her hands slide from your hips to your ass squeezing hard not caring that there’s dozens of people around.

As you go to lean in to kiss her you feel a hand on your arm, turning your head you see your best friend Momo.

“Mind if I steal her to dance for a bit?” Momo asks, targeted at Jeongyeon who seemed slightly annoyed at the interruption.

You look to her, trying to hint that you want to stay with her or maybe even go home so she can do whatever she pleases with you, which she reads from your face.

“Yeah, of course. Go have fun baby.” She says, catching you a bit off guard, usually she gives into the pleading eyes you give her when you want to leave.

Before you can protest Momo is pulling at your arm to pull you deeper into the crowd, you see Nayeon approach Jeongyeon to dance as well. Soon enough you’re dancing, being handed a drink from Momo at some point causing you to loosen up a bit.

Nayeon and Jeongyeon walk up to you after about twenty minutes, Nayeon looks like a predator as she eyes Momo and your girlfriend has a similar expression.

“I wanna go home.” You hear Nayeon whine when she reaches Momo, an underlying meaning in her words.

“We’re leaving too.” Jeongyeon announces causing a spark of excitement in your chest.

After a few goodbyes and waves at your other friends, Jeongyeon interlocks her fingers with yours and drags you out the private room and down the stairs to the main floor. You see the Jimin girl still there and obviously more drunk, flirting with another girl but her eyes flicker to you causing her to roll them at the sight of your joined hands.

Jeongyeon doesn’t notice as she’s focused on making it to the car, she opens the door for you when you reach and closes it before getting into the drivers seat. She doesn’t speak but she turns the radio up before shifting into drive and placing her hand on your thigh, her pinky dangerously close to your center while her thumb brushes against your leg.

You can feel her quietly simmering in jealousy she still felt even an hour later, you don’t speak as she’s completely silent only acknowledging you with a few looks and her hand that is unmoving on your thigh.

When you pull up to your house you feel your heart start to race a bit in anticipation of what’s to come. You get out of the car and follow Jeongyeon close behind as she unlocks the door and walks in, you close it behind you still silent as you wait for her instruction.

She pulls you by the hand up the stairs where your bedroom is, going inside she stops by the large closet connected to the space.

“I’m going to change and grab some things. I expect you to be naked and on your knees when I get back.” She says against your ear before disappearing into the closet, big enough you can’t see her when she walks a bit. Another hugely attractive aspect of Jeongyeon, a woman who works hard and brings home a big paycheck so you can have the biggest closet you want.

As soon as she’s out of sight you strip yourself of your clothes and get down on your knees in front of the foot of your king sized bed. You wait about five minutes, you can hear her shuffling around and grabbing something before she exits looking down at you.

She wearing a white muscle shirt that shows off her arms, she wasn’t stupid she had caught on to your fixation on her muscular form. You had a habit of holding on to her bicep when near each other not so subtly feeling the muscles. She also wore a pair of shorts showing most of her thigh which also captured your stares for a bit.

Jeongyeon stares at you even if you’re not making eye contact as she placed the strap around her hips, tightening it around her before walking towards you which makes you look up to her.

“Open.” She demands as one hand pulls your hair so your head is pulled back and the other wraps around the base of the silicone, placing the tip at your lips and pushing in when you obey, “Get it nice and wet for me.” With a tug of your hair.

She pushes into your mouth until your nose hits her stomach, causing a slight gag from you which makes Jeongyeon smile a bit.

“You’re so pretty on your knees for me.”

She uses the grip on your hair to move your head, you make some muffled noises around her that she can’t make out. When she’s satisfied she pulls out making you gasp for air, the silicone resting by your cheek and saliva drips on your chin. Jeongyeon reaches a hand down to spread the saliva on your lips and cheek.

“Bed. Hands and knees.”

You follow her instructions, you wanted to be on your best behavior for her. You feel her take her place on her knees behind you, grabbing your hips and sliding the tip of her strap through your folds causing a whimper to leave you and you back up a bit to try push it into your entrance. Jeongyeon stops you with a strong grip on your hips before she places a slap to your ass. It’s a warning, be patient or you won’t get anything at all.

One of her hands move from your hip to rub slow circles over your clit.

“Fuck.”

“Feel good, baby?” She asks for the second time that night.

“So good.”

“What do you want?” She quickens the circles she’s making, a gasp leaving your lips as an answer followed by moans, she stops when you don’t answer, “Answer me.”

“You know what I want.” Your bratty attitude returning after not getting what you want already.

Another slap to your ass at your tone, definitely leaving a mark for you to find tomorrow.

“Tell me or I’ll sleep downstairs and give you nothing.” A fairly empty threat, she knows you’ll give in. Even if she did leave to downstairs, she knows you would’ve followed after a bit before begging her to forgive you and fuck you.

“I want you inside me.” You answer, putting your face in the sheet out of embarrassment at your words.

“Want my cock pretty girl?” She teases, the tip lined up to your entrance.

You get out a “y-“ before she pushes fully into you so you feel the fabric of her short on your bare skin. A loud moan, almost cry leaves you involuntarily.

Jeongyeon’s not a monster she lets you adjust to the feeling before she sets a relatively slow pace.

“Faster please.” You groan out.

“Oh you don’t get to make requests tonight baby.” Ending her sentence with a particularly rough thrust, “You’ll take what I give you.”

Her hand finds the back of your head and pushes you further into the mattress, her other hand pressing down on your back so you’re arching further.

“Oh-“

You’re cut off from Jeongyeon making slow, deep thrusts that slide against your walls just right. Over the next few minutes she quickens her pace to an unrelenting pace, the only sounds in the room are the strap going in and out of you and the loud moans you’re making even muffled by the sheets and mattress they’re heard loud and clear.

She pulls your head up so your back is against her front, still thrusting but wrapping an arm around your neck and flexing feeding into your attraction to her muscles.

“‘M so close.” You mumble in between moans.

“Oh yeah?” She asks, a teasing lilt in her voice.

As soon as you nod she’s pulling out of you and pushing you so you’re laying on your stomach, you land with a soft groan. She doesn’t let you protest as she grabs you and turns you (or well throws you) so you’re on your back facing her. She moves your legs so they wrap around her hips, she taps your clit with the tip of the strap making your body twitch, then she slides it through your folds looking down at it with infatuation etched on her features.

Your hands reach for her but she places them above your head with a pointed look.

“How bad do you want me baby?” She asked, a faux curiosity in her voice, she knows the answer. She’s now hovering over your face, the tip of her cock at your entrance waiting for your answer.

“So bad.”

“Beg.”

Jeongyeon’s voice resembles a remote control to you, anytime she says anything you agree or do what she says. Except when you want to be bratty on purpose.

“Please, Jeongie. I need you so fucking bad. Need you inside me. Want to cum on your cock.” You rush out, your words causing your warm breath to fan over her face.

Again she answers with a rough thrust, fully sheathing herself inside you. Moving back to her knees so she can watch how she slides in and out of you.

This time her pace is immediately quick, her thighs slapping against you as her hands grip at where your hips and thighs meet.

“Fuck, baby. Please.” You get out between loud moans, “Let me cum, I’ll be good I promise.” A desperate plea so you can finally release the tension you’ve been holding since you saw her earlier in the night. Tears fall from your eyes as you beg her, a few dropping onto the white pillowcase under your head.

“Don’t try and make up for it now.” She taunts as she angles herself to thrust deeper into you, “You’re lucky I’m fucking you at all.”

Once again your girlfriend senses you’re close to your release, this time she stays inside of you but stops fully.

“What the fuck?” You say with frustration, your eyes opening with tears welling up more, “I was so close.” Rolling your hips up to try and get the strap to move inside you, but Jeongyeon’s strong hands keep you still.

“What did I tell you? Take what you get.”

Jeongyeon grabs you by the wrist and pulls you up so you’re straddling her, strap still inside of you making you whimper, she puts her hands behind her as you rest yours on her shoulders.

“You want to cum so bad, you can do it yourself.” She nods at where you’re connected.

Yes riding her was incredible, you loved it. But it took so much effort, you’d much prefer she just has her way with you. But you’re so desperate right now you don’t care. The promise of finally being able to cum taking over your mind. You immediately start moving up and down on her, nails digging into her shoulders making the older girl groan lightly.

“Touch me, please.” You whine against her lips as you rest your forehead on hers.

She gives in relatively easy as opposed to the rest of the evening, putting her hands on your hips. Though one trails to your center so her thumb can make slow circles over you.

“Holy shit.”

“You can cum baby. It’s okay.” You sense she has a further plan to turn this on you but you don’t care right now.

Finally after being edged three times that night you orgasm, hard. Loud cries leave your mouth, your legs shake and your vision blurs.

Her movements don’t stop though, her hands now grip at the back of your thighs as she thrusts up into you not giving you a break. Your head falling to her shoulder, your tears now staining the fabric of her shirt.

“I-I can’t.” You whimper, “too much.”

“I thought you wanted to cum? I’m just giving you what you wanted.”

There it was. She let you cum so she could overstimulate you, switching one punishment to the other.

It doesn’t take long before you’re shaking and letting out loud cries again, releasing all over your girlfriend’s shorts practically drenching them.

Now her hand goes to rub soft, comforting circles on your back while she softly kisses your shoulder, a stark contrast to a few moments ago.

“You okay?” She whispers into your ear, “I didn’t go too far did I?”

You shake your head as you lift yourself off of her with a little whimper, and lying down on the bed.

“Not at all.”

She smiles before taking the strap off and putting it to the side so she can hover over you, a hand going to your face.

“I love you.” She says only soft enough for you to hear.

“I love you too.” You say tiredly.

Jeongyeon is grabbing at your hands, trying to pull you up.

“Come on, you need to clean up.” She says softly when you resist her.

“Too tired.” You mumble turning your head to lay against the pillow.

She chuckles at your behavior before getting out of bed, causing a whine of protest from you, and going to the bathroom and grabbing a washcloth. Bringing it over to first wipe you mouth of the dried saliva then your thighs, you let her take care of you as she always had after nights like this.

After this she leaves once again to change her outfit into some sweat pants and a t shirt, bringing over one of her oversized t-shirts and her own boxer and pulling them onto your body. Even with the movement you slowly are drifting off to sleep, her presence mixed with the exhaustion of the night getting to you.

Finally she settles into bed, you immediately lay on her with your head on her chest.

“I love you jeongie. Only you.” You mumble sleepily.

“I love you too.” Sealed with a kiss to your forehead.

[nr1chaedickrider]

but my best enemy is you

pt.1!!!, angst, smut, violence, it's a mess

“you're the sweetest” she says, smiling at your flushed face. her thumb softly caresses your cheek.

you lean into her touch, her soft hand on your skin was a feeling which you love more than anything.

“i love you” you whisper against her lips, kissing her slowly and passionately.

“i love you too” her voice is full of love as well as the look on her face, her smile not fading from her lips.

oh, how you wished it would stay on her lips forever.

“you're fucking unbelievable”

“i'm unbelievable? are you seriously trying to blame me?”

“call it blaming, i call it being honest and seeing the truth”

you can't read momo's expression, you can't tell what she's feeling, if she's sad, mad, or just disappointed.

your hand shakes a little, as if you're scared.

you are actually scared.

“i can't”

“we're done”

is she too?

“so just like that? that was it?”

“you're not going to fight for us?”

“you're the better fighter between us, use it in the ring - not in our relationship,”

“or whatever it was.”

“you're an asshole”

“okay”

-

momo swirls the ice in her drink with the straw, watching the fight that's happening.

two men who she never saw before are fighting against each other, it doesn't quite peak her interest.

she thinks it's uninteresting watching them fight - or others in general. they don't have any tension in their fights.

they simply fight to win the money, not because they have a certain history with the person standing in front of them.

basically meaning, momo doesn't care if it's strangers, she only cares when she and you fight against each other.

she knows about the rumors, she knows that more people come into the bar just to watch the two of them.

but she also believes that you don't need to know both of those things, acting cold and like she has no idea about it instead.

the fight ends and everyone but her cheers for the fighters, she turns to the bartender and orders a shot of vodka.

“momo, right?” a red haired girl asks as she sits down next to her.

momo looks at her, nods and then downs the shot quickly.

“who's asking?” she knows.

“jihyo - i'm y/n's trainer” she replies, looking at the ring.

“what are you doing here?” momo asks her, also looking at the ring.

“the same as you, watching fights”

“y/n is actually up next” her eyes widen in shock, not expecting to hear that you're fighting someone else instead of her.

before momo can ask jihyo other questions - the crowd starts to yell and cheer as you enter the ring on the left side.

jeongyeon enters the ring on the right side, receiving a lot of support from the spectators.

momo has heard of jeongyeon before, even fought against her when she first started fighting.

she asks herself who will win.

you're a strong fighter - and the fact that you're not fighting against her makes momo think that you could easily win, since there is no history, nothing that could hold you back from hitting her with all the strength you have in your body.

the referee (again, who's actually just a random guy) blows in his whistle, signaling that the fight is starting.

you block your face with your hands as jeongyeon tries to hit you, moving to the side and hitting her stomach.

jeongyeon looks at you full of anger, as if you'd done something so terrible.

she walks over to you - almost even runs - and hits your throat.

an illegal move.

you gasp for air, falling against the border of the ring, looking up to her being right in front of you.

the referee is too slow, he doesn't stop jeongyeon and she hits another hit in your face.

then your stomach, your side, your chest - literally everything she could hit before getting dragged away by the referee.

you fall down on the floor, blood coming from your nose and mouth.

momo stares at the ring in shock, not being able to move.

what just happened?

jihyo next to her calls an ambulance, rushing to you to check if you're (somehow) alright.

momo slowly stands up and walks closer, a sigh of relief (which she hopes wasn't too loud) leaves her mouth when she sees you sitting up again, holding your head and talking to jihyo (or rather, jihyo talks to you and you try not to pass out).

the medics arrive quickly, a woman with blonde hair gets into the ring and kneels in front of you so she can look at what happened.

jihyo leaves you alone, the crowd slowly relaxes and decides on doing other things than staring at you and your wounds.

everyone but momo.

her eyes are fixed on you, and her.

she can't explain why, but seeing you and her - it makes her stomach drop, gives her this uncomfortable feeling.

“you're pretty” she hears you say to her, to which the girl replies to with a giggle.

she introduces herself as sana to you (a pretty name in momo's opinion, but that doesn't change anything).

momo thinks that she's pretty and nice, she isn't a bad woman.

but she can't help herself to feel jealous.

she has no right to be jealous, but she still feels it. it doesn't matter if she wants to feel that way or not - she is jealous.

-

it has been exactly one week.

one week since you fought against jeongyeon, which led to multiple serious injuries.

one week since you were laughing and giggling like idiots with that medic sana.

momo hasn't been able to stop thinking about it.

she sits down next to you at the bar without greeting you.

you look at the bartender and ask him for a shot of tequila which he places in front of momo before leaving you two alone.

“your favorite” you say, not looking at her. she interrupts you though.

“how are you doing? you looked rough last week” she asks, drinking the tequila quickly after finishing her sentence.

“why do you care?” you ask back, to which momo doesn't reply (or rather - she isn't able to reply).

“what’s up with sana and you?” she says, turning the bar stool so she can fully look at you.

you laugh a little, finishing your beer, “you know, you ask a lot of questions”

she waits for you to answer her question instead of saying something else.

you sigh, realizing she's as stubborn as you often are.

“nothing much. i dont get why you would care, but we're just talking. that's all” you answer.

you turn to her, looking in her eyes, but you quickly look away.

her eyes make you nervous, even after all this time - you still get nervous talking to her.

“if you excuse me, i have to go, was nice talking to you” you say, placing some money on the table as you walk out of the door of the bar.

maybe she's stupid - but she doesn't care.

she walks out of the bar quickly, walking after you.

she sees you walking away, so she runs after you.

her hand grips your wrist and stops you from walking.

you look at her, your mouth opens to say something, but she interrupts you, again.

but this time, she kisses you.

momo pins you to the stone wall behind you, her hands grip the collar of your cropped leather jacket as her lips are on yours.

you're shocked, but you kiss her back anyway.

oh, how much you missed this.

she leaves your lips after a while, salvia connecting you two.

“i don't know why i care,” she starts speaking, her eyes focused on yours.

“but what i know is that i was jealous,”

“seeing you and sana act like we used to,”

“it made me mad, it upset me,”

“she doesn't know you like i do -”

momo isn't a bold person often, but something about today is different.

“she wouldn't be able to fuck you like i do” she whispers against your lips, her hands gripping your waist.

you look at her in silence, her statement sounding not real, like you're in a dream.

you realize that this isn't a dream though.

this time you pull momo closer, kissing her.

“let's go to my place” you mumble in between kisses.

-

everything happens so fast that neither momo nor you can really comprehend what exactly happens.

it's messy and needy (something you always liked).

you sit on top of momo as you’re both making out.

you lean back just a little so your lips part, taking off your shirt.

momo can't help but stare.

it's nothing crazy in your opinion, a simple calvin klein bra.

momo thinks it's so much more than that though.

you're back to kissing her as you slowly kiss down momos neck, biting and sucking, leaving hickeys all over.

you were never this eager for something, ever.

“ah fuck-... i don't know if this is the smartest thing” she whimpers, hands gripping your naked waist, fingers curling into your skin as they slightly scratch you.

the burn you feel is delicious.

“you know i always thought you are a smart girl,” you breathe out against her neck, admiring your work before going for the other side.

“but this is your time to be stupid for once” you whisper, momo bites her lip at your statement.

she pushes you away so she's able to take off her shirt. you get off her lap so you can take her jeans off, being so eager that you're almost ripping them off (if you’d listen closely you would probably be able to hear it).

“come here” she orders, pulling you closer after kicking her pants off her feet.

you're back to kissing her again, opening your mouth so her tongue can explore it.

you can't help but let out a moan when she presses her knee up to your core, grinding onto it.

you push her back down onto the mattress, leaning down so you can place kisses all over her body.

momo watches you, her breath hitches when you press a kiss on her clit over the underwear.

“that sensitive?” you tease her as you lock eyes, momo bites her lip again.

“haven’t done it in a long time” she replies.

you pull off her underwear, it slightly sticks to her because of the slick, making you laugh at her.

“yeah i bet. it doesn't feel as good when you're doing it without me” you comment.

you don't waste your time and shove two of your fingers inside her wet cunt, fucking her in a fast rythmn.

“we should do something like this more often” you smirk, kissing her naked skin.

she simply just nods, moaning and whimpering at the feeling of your fingers inside of her after so long.

you don't wait long, putting another finger in.

momo moans at the stretch, gripping the bed sheets. her bottom lip starts to bleed a little at the pressure she's applying.

“you sound so pretty for me baby” you praise her, pulling your fingers out just to thrust them into her again.

you move your head right next to hers, whispering into her ear.

“such a desperate slut for me, god.. look at you momo” the way you say her name makes momo even needier, clenching around your fingers.

“please” she begs, if you would ask her what she's begging for, she wouldn't be able to answer. her mind is clouded and full of you and nothing else.

“can you take another one, good girl?” you ask, she looks at you, breathing heavily.

“too much-” she moans.

you know how to get what you want with her.

“please baby”

“you're my good girl aren't you? i know you can take it. please, for me” she looks into your eyes, they’re full of lust, full of the desire to ruin momo.

she nods, biting her lip again. if you look closely into her eyes you can even see how glassy they are.

“that's my good girl”

you slowly insert a fourth finger, giving her time to adjust.

momo throws her head back, breath hitching at the feeling.

“you're so tight baby” you tease, slowly starting to move your fingers.

“feel so full mommy-” she whimpers, the name makes you just increasingly eager to make her finish.

you start to thrust into her, making her moan louder and louder.

“i'm so close-” she moans.

“please- let me cum.. god please y/n-” the way she's asking you for permission, how could you say no to that?

“cum for me pretty girl” you keep moving your fingers and it doesn't take long for momo to cum all over you with a loud moan, her breath shaky as well as her legs, breathing heavily as she somehow tries to calm down.

but you don't take your fingers out, looking at her ruined state.

“please” you start begging, and momo knows what you're begging for.

she also knows that she will say yes.

she'll let you overstimulate her till she's crying and sore.

it feels too good to stop.

[strawchaee]

Jihyo's princess

warnings: cheating, smut, reader is jihyo's gf, spanking, degradation, kinda mommy kink, fem!reader.

summary: jihyo asked nayeon to take care of her little princess, but she wasn't referring to that kind of care...

note: english isnt my first language, just did this in 6 minutes lol

"Yes, love, Nayeon is taking good care of me." You spoke in a coy manner to Jihyo while the older woman forcefully shoved three fingers inside you. "I love you too, and I miss you so much..."

You tried your best to hold back your moans.

Jihyo would be furious if she knew her little princess was sleeping with her best friend while she was away.

"Ah, do you want to talk to Nay...? She's not here..."

She was interrupted as she felt the phone being pulled from her hand.

"Hi Park!"

"Nayeon, I don't know how to thank you for this, thank you for taking such good care of my princess!"

"No need to thank me, it's been very easy to be with her, you can stay there as long as you need!" At that moment, she hit your sweet spot, causing you to moan loudly.

"Are you okay?!"

"Yeah, don't worry, we're going out now, bye Park." The call ended, and your phone was thrown to some corner, obviously breaking, and you felt a slap on your face. "You fucking slut, stop moaning so loudly!"

Being degraded like that by Nayeon turned you on immensely, especially at a time when they knew they could fuck without Jihyo interrupting.

"Sorry..." your voice was barely audible.

"How cute, the doll is well-behaved. Even though your little girlfriend doesn't fuck this needy pussy of yours properly, she raised you well." Nayeon's fingers thrusted inside you fastly. "You slut, you can't take a little praise without your pussy getting all wet."

You were crying softly, your clit was hard, your breasts moving up and down, and your legs trembling. You were being treated like a real princess.

"Mommy, you fuck me so well! Fuck! I'm all yours!"

"Mommy?" Nayeon laughed. "You're pathetic! If Jihyo fucked you right, you wouldn't be like this, but no. She prefers to stay busy working."

For some reason, you felt special being treated that way by Nayeon.

She took her own phone without stopping the movements inside your entrance and started recording. "What is mommy doing, hmm?" The phone was positioned in front of you, capturing your face.

"Fucking me..." Again, your voice was barely audible.

"Speak up, damn it!"

"Fucking my little pussy!"

"You see Park, this is to teach you how to fuck a slut like this." She lowered the phone, focusing on your pussy and her fingers going in and out, making an erotic sound.

"She came here all tight, like a virgin who's never been fucked, but she'll go back to you all stretched out, used to getting spanked by mommy."

[the-roo-too]

candy -> myoui mina ver

aka the fluff alphabet

admiration (what does she absolutely adore about you)- mina loves how much you love her group. you’re twice biggest defender fr. knows all the cheers by heart and uses twice songs as your ringtone lol

body (what’s her favourite body part of yours)- in my prime i read my fair share of ice queen mina fanfiction, so i’ll say hands! cause she can look all elegant and fancy and intimidating while STILL holding her gf’s hand hihi

cuddling (how she likes to cuddle)- i think cuddling happens naturally when you two are sitting next to each other on the couch for example? like watching a movie and sitting at an arm’s length turns into you half sitting on her lap while she’s half asleep lol

dates (what’s her ideal date)- i’m thinking very romantic, but simplistic. once in a while you get off work earlier than mina and come home to cook you two a yummy, candlelit dinner. that’s more than enough for her

emotions (how does she express her emotions around you)- remember when i said ice queen… yeah. but only at first! its like, you asked her out and she agreed but she was so excited for the date and tried to hard to be composed she actually freaked you out 💀

family (does she want one)- i’m gonna say yes. mina feels like the type of person who would want to settle down eventually and have a mini-me running around

gifts (what about gift giving)- mina is rich ok. rich parents, one of the most successful groups in korea… she gives you gifts casually, thinking they’re just a small thing that reminded her of you while it’s an sickeningly important watch or something lol

holding hands (does she like to hold hands)- as i said before, yes. i think she also likes to drag you around in certain situations. if you’re taking too much with one of her members for example, and not giving her enough attention, she’ll subtly grab your hand and drag you away

injuries (what would she do if you got hurt)- burn down whatever hurt you. and i lean BURN. she’s serious about her baby getting hurt

jokes (does she like to joke around)- yes BUT, you almost never expect it. mina doesn’t feel like the type to pull pranks so when she makes a harmless joke or says something ironically you usually think she’s being serious 😭

kisses (how does she like to kiss you)- gentle and calm. mindful and demure. my girl has all of the time in the world ok

love (what’s her love language)- gift giving! pushing the ice queen trope, i think mina is aware people see her as colder or more closed off so she’s actually scared you’ll think she doesn’t like you because she isn’t being as affectionate. in return, she’ll spoil you rotten. every thing that reminds her of you, even the tiniest bit, she gets it.

memory (what’s her favourite memory together)- i’ll say introducing you to her members. because they’re such a big part of her life, she waits with it until she thinks you’re really the one. her parents have met you before twice lol. anyways, the small twinkle in your eyes as you chatted shyly with her members, holding her pinky with your for mental support—that’s her core memory

nighttime (how does sleeping with her look like)- you two just sleep on your assigned sides of the bed. one way or another you’ll get entangled during the night, but neither you nor mina mind falling asleep while laying side by side.

oddity (what’s one quirky thing about her)- i think ballet is very quirky. years of practice, she subtly pokes your side every time you’re not standing straight. she just doesn’t want you to get back aches tho :((

pet names (what does she like to call you)- the most cute, tooth rotting names and i’m not even joking.

quality time (how does she like to spend time with you)- you’re playing minecraft and/or animal crossing with her, end of discussion

rush (does she rush into things)- nope. as i said before, she has to get used to you. you were the one to ask her out so she has to get to know you on that level now, then get to know the other you while you slowly warm up to her too

secrets (how open is she with you)- not very open. through your relationship, she slowly unravels her secrets to you, but it takes time and you have to be patient with her.

time (how long did it take her to confess)- you asked her out, so there’s that. but confess her love? man i’m gonna say a couple years lol

upset (what’s her reaction when you’re upset)- if you’re upset after a fight, she’s upset too and then she just apologises the next day, tired of sleeping in bed without you. other than that, she’ll be surprised and try to immediately console you

visibility (is she afraid of the public opinion)- not really. if you’re in love, she doesn’t see your relationship as something the public has a say in

warrior (how often do you fight)- only when you’re tired after work. and it’s stupid stuff too. you placed your shoes on the spot she usually uses so you two banter about it for two minutes until you’re both in bed, laughing about how stupid that was

x-ray (is she able to read you)- yes! someone has to bffr. mina knows you like the back of her hand lol

yes (how would she propose to you)- remember the dates when you come home early and cook dinner? she takes a day free and when you get home early for your date, she surprises you by taking you out to a fancy restaurant instead. she’s so nervous too 😭 but you’ll say yes, right?

zen (what makes her feel calm)- playing games with you! stressed mina will absolutely drag you to your pc room (because you do have that) and sit you down with her to build a cute house in minecraft

part of [the fluff series]

[sanatozk1]

Can I request for Yn went to Japan to celebrate Sana's birthday with her family and friends. Thank you

Birthday Surprise

Sana x Fem!Reader

A/n: Hello, Anon! Thank you for requesting. I hope this fic is good enough for you, and Also, this is not proofread :) Anyways Happy Sana Day!!

You planned on surprising Sana with a plane ticket to Japan for her birthday. You talked to her friends if they wanted to go too, they immediately agreed. Her family agreed too, they were even excited to see the two of you.

The day before her Birthday.

You gave Sana a Wrapped box. She looked at you surprised, and immediately questioned you, what was inside.

"What's this? What's inside?" Shs asked in a curious tone as she examined the box.

"Open it." You gestured to the box. She looked suspiciously at you before opening it.

"Oh my- Are we going to Japan?!" She excitedly said as she took the plane tickets out. You nodded while smiling from ear to ear, she immediately hugged you tightly. You chuckled before hugging her back.

"Thank you so much, Y/nnie." Sana spoke. Sometime later she let go of the hug. "So, when are we going?" "Tomorrow." "What?! Tomorrow? Oh my god, i need to pack my clothes."

She said in a hurried tone, meanwhile you just laughed at her. You held her wrist, then smiled before speaking. "Relax i already packed the things you need, including your clothes."

She sighed in relief before hugging you again. "You're the best Girlfriend ever, Y/nnie." Her voice muffled as she nuzzled her face in your neck. You smiled to yourself before hugging her back.

Tomorrow - 2 PM

You both arrived at the airport after celebrating her Birthday eating at a restaurant. She was surprised to see her friends at the airport, holding their own suitcases. She ran towards them immediately questioning them.

"Nayeon unnie, Are you guys also going to Japan?" Sana spoke with surprise and excitement. They nodded their heads, and smiled. They group hugged and greeted Sana a Happy Birthday.

You smiled at Sana, as she gently smiled back at you. She hugged you one more time before all of you went inside the airport, excited to go to Japan.

[psylocke142]

Fools

Jeongyeon x fem!reader

synopsis: In midst of a battle reader chases after Jeongyeon. Set on catching up to her at the frontlines. Frustration and a strange feeling brewing inside her chest.

w/c: 1.6k

warnings: violence; mentions of blood; slight angst; fluff (?)

a/n: came across jeongyeon what is love pic and felt inspired. knight!jeongyeon x knight!reader plagued my mind. this was written quickly and is a bit fast-paced. first work with a happy ending whattt??? this was definitely challenging all i know is angst :) might write more of this genre 👀

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The sounds of blades clashing echoed throughout the field. Your heart hammered against your metal armor as you dodged arrows and blades. Slightly stumbling as your stamina waned.

High pitched screams and wails filled your ears. The smell of metal and blood infused invaded your nostrils. Your sight, however, was locked onto a knight ahead of you. On golden, shoulder-length hair that peeked out from under their helmet.

It was your partner — Jeongyeon. She was several meters ahead of you, attacking the opposing army with brutal force. No mercy in her assault.

This was the first time in months since you’d seen your longtime friend. You had been away fulfilling other knightly duties when a message was given to you. The Chou’s were under attack. You rushed back to the kingdom, making it back in just three days.

The knight wasn’t told of your return. She’d been at the frontlines since the start of the battle.

Jeongyeon was the one to send out the message to you.

The two of you grew up together as kids. You joined the knights guard and trained side by side. Partners in every quest. Protecting the kingdom and its queen, Chou Tzuyu. Every battle you’ve fought had been fought together. You were inseparable, until now.

Sweat trickled down your eyebrow. Your grip tightened on your sword as Jeongyeon kept getting further and further.

You wouldn’t be able to catch up to her while she was on that damned horse.

--

Too caught up on Jeongyeon, you failed to notice the incoming spear headed straight towards your back.

Suddenly, a strong body collided with you. The new presence too abrupt for you to react in time. Bringing you both to the ground, weapons falling in front of you. Rendering you vulnerable. Out of instinct, you bounced back up and picked up your sword. Adrenaline kicking in. Ready for any strike or ambush from the one who took you down.

“Help me up you fool,” grunted a familiar voice.

“Momo?!” you observed the tall, broad knight before you. When you confirmed it was indeed Momo, you lowered your blade.

The other knight was in the middle of a brawl with another swordsman when she caught you in the corner of her eyes. Distracted by something, or rather someone. When she saw the danger you were in she acted immediately. Finding an opening to stab her opponent through the neck and sprinted your way.

“A thanks would be nice. I just saved your ass,” Momo huffed out as you guided her up, “There was a spear coming right towards you.”

Just a few inches to the side lay the mentioned spear. You looked back towards her and then at the dirt-filled ground. In disbelief of the near miss; ashamed at your lack of awareness. A certain knight overtaking your mind.

“Thank you,” you muttered.

“You don’t say,” sarcasm dripped in her voice as she rushed into the offense.

Picking up your shield and shaking off the dirt, you too rejoined the battle. You focused your attention on the combat this time. Keeping the thoughts of Jeongyeon at the back of your head. You had to stay alive if you wanted to catch up to her.

Focused on fending off enemies left and right. A squealing neigh pulled your attention.

Time slowed.

You watched as Jeongyeon was knocked off her horse. There was an ambush of arrows that soared in her direction. Her horse took the brunt of the attack, rearing upwards before collapsing — lifeless. You heard her scream in anguish as she fell.

Panic flooded through every nerve in your body. Recklessly you charged further into the onslaught. Your eyes darting everywhere for any sight of the golden-haired knight.

You swore you could hear her faint cries, but there was no sight of Jeongyeon anywhere.

Overcome with dread, you did the only thing you could. Fight.

--

After the battle ended, you searched everywhere for the knight.

You called out to her. Shouted her name. Running across the countless corpses that laid across the field. Fearing you’d find your partner among them.

As you continued running through the bloodstained grass, nearly tripping over your own feet, you realized something. You didn’t just feel fear at the thought of losing Jeongyeon. There was another feeling that resided deep inside your chest, hidden in the deep caverns of your heart.

Love.

It took the thought of losing Jeongyeon forever, being separated permanently, to uncover this feeling.

It was love that caused your heart to ache. That had distracted you in the midst of battle. Leading you to almost getting killed by a spear and called a fool. Love that had you charging recklessly into battle; wanting to protect and save she who claimed it.

You headed to the edge of the field, where the tree line began. Walked to the closest tree to place an arm out to lean against it.

Tears began to brim at the corners of your eyes. Body giving out to your emotions, you fell to your knees in defeat. Your love was nowhere to be found.

A hand crept out from the bushes behind the tree, attempting to grab your arm. Reflexes kicked in. You pulled out your dagger from its confinement on the side of your leg. Prepared to strike who you thought was a surviving enemy.

For the second time that day, you were mistaken.

“It’s me! It’s me! y/n please,” Jeongyeon desperately pleaded.

Instantly you recognized her voice. Discarding the dagger and the equipment in your hands. Grasping ahold of her hands you dragged her out of the bushes.

--

It turns out when Jeongyeon had gotten thrown off her horse, the arrows had barely grazed past her. The armor doing its job of protecting her.

Still, she wasn’t completely unharmed. During her fall she landed on her foot wrong, knee dislocating. She couldn’t stand up, the pain in her leg was too much. The already heavy armor feeling ten times heavier. Keeping her weighted to the ground.

Reacting quickly, Jeongyeon scanned her surroundings. There were several trees behind her with bushes spread around. She mustered all the remaining strength she had and managed to crawl to the tree line. Finding refuge in the bushes.

Knowing that once everything has ended, the first thing you’d do is find her.

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Carefully, you took off her helmet. Your eyes meeting chestnut brown. You felt all the tension leave your body. Relieved. Allowing yourself to finally rest, kneeling beside Jeongyeon.

You cradled your love’s face with the palms of your hands. Rested your forehead on hers. Ignoring the dried sweat and blood from days of battling. A soft laugh escaped your lips,

“You fool, you could’ve gotten yourself killed.”

The knight grunted at your words, “I had to fight.” She closed her eyes momentarily before meeting your gaze again. Sigh escaping her lips. Glint visible in her eyes, “Couldn’t risk you getting hurt.”

Face to face, you stared at your partner in shock. Couldn’t risk you getting hurt? You’ve fought together for years. Injury and death were always a possibility in this line of work. What made this battle any different?

“Why, Jeong?” you whispered.

Hands laced into your own. Soft lips pressed to the knuckles of your now bare hands, ridden of your gauntlets. Your heart skipped a beat at the small gesture.

Not too long ago, Jeongyeon too had a realization. It happened when you were away.

There was talk of a knight encountering a group of bandits during a mission. She couldn’t help but think it was you, in danger. Not being allowed to leave the kingdom, the knight’s heart clenched in fear. It was then that it dawned on her, she was in love with you.

Choosing actions over words. Jeongyeon gently released your hands. Moving them up to wrap around your shoulders. She hesitated, searching your eyes for any sign to pull away. Seeing no discomfort, only tranquility reflected in your gaze, she continued.

Slowly she guided you down closer. Noses grazing each other and breaths mixing into one. She crashed your lips together. Armor clanking at the connection above.

Your arms rested on the sides of her head, sighing into the kiss. The strength in your arms slightly wavered as your lips meshed together.

Heartbeats quickened, overflowed with love. A love that was reciprocated.

Breathless and in need of air, you pulled back slightly. The girl underneath you looked up at you. Her features softened as she admired you.

“I love you,” she confessed.

A smile formed on your face. Heart swelling in joy and a warmth spread throughout your chest.

You reached up. Fingers tucking a strand of her matted bangs to the side, “I love you too.”

Wanting to feel more of the girl, you leaned down again initiating another kiss. More deep and passionate.

A throat being cleared interrupted your intimate little moment. It was Momo. The corner of her mouth tilted upwards, grin plastered on her face, “C’mon you fools. Let’s get you to the infirmary.”

She helped you lift the injured knight onto her feet. Your arm finding her waist to balance her. Both you and Momo guided her to the knight’s manor.

Jeongyeon casted a glance at you, beaming. Grateful for many reasons; you finding her, both of you being alive, and you reciprocating her love. For that she pecked your lips with a feather-like kiss.

As you felt soft lips pressed against your own, you made a promise to yourself. Never again will you separate from Jeongyeon. Follow her wherever she goes and remain by her side. Till your very last breaths. You’ll cherish and bask in this love like there’s no tomorrow.

The knight beside you two watched from her peripherals. A small smile tugged on her lips at the scene. Fools, she thought to herself.

[jyzyo]

Lollipop

Yoo Jeongyeon x fem!reader

synopsis: Your girlfriend loved creating content for her fans, except this time she wanted to make different type of content only for you two.

Genre: Smut

Warnings: reader is being filmed during sex, a bit of degradation, overstimulation, strap-on, unnie/mommy kink, edging, Cursing. Remember everything mentioned about idols in this post is not true or related to their true self whatsoever!

a/n: I recently saw a lesbian couple try this challenge and I thought it was cute so 😓

You sat on the floor just in front of the couch, your back against it watching as Jeongyeon set up the camera and all her other little things — and you honestly had no idea what they were meant for.

You couldn’t help but admire how pretty she looked as she concentrated on making sure everything was set up correctly, as for you, you stuffed your hand into a Hot Cheeto bag your eyes not moving an inch off her.

The following seconds Jeongyeon finally took a seat next to you, giving you a glance in the process. “You know, you can’t eat those while filming?” She said taking the bag from your hand and rolling it up, placing it out of the camera’s view.

You couldn’t even do anything about it once she placed the bag on the rear end of the white modern coffee table.

“I’m still a little confused, What do I say?”Jeongyeon turned her head to face yours and based on her expression she thought for a few seconds about it, before slowly making her way to fix the bangs that rested just over your forehead, “Just be yourself, I want them to see how good of a couple we’re”

“Are you ready? I’ll start now” You felt her place her soft lips on your cheek before leaning towards the camera to start recording.

“Hii!” Jeongyeon's eyes beamed towards the camera as she smiled widely, waving at the camera prompting you to do the same. “So I know ‘once’ has been waiting for this for a while ever since I announced my relationship but I recently got sick so..that threw me back a few days with content”

You couldn’t help but think how amazing she was at all of this. The way she talked so casually to a camera was impressive, you would have automatically cringed if it was you saying something like that yet it sounded so normal coming out of her mouth.

“I should stop talking now and introduce you guys to my girlfriend,” Jeongyeon said with a giggle before turning to look at you.

“Um yeah..hi, I’m not sure what to say” You whispered nervously, Jeongyeon had a big fan base on YouTube which only made you feel more anxious about this whole thing.

“That’s good enough” Jeongyeon laughed, trying to lighten up the mood. “Let’s just start with this whole thing”

You scooted up to the table some more along with Jeongyeon where there were different flavored lollipops in a bowl. “I’ve recently seen this thing like all around YouTube, so basically we’ll take turns to pick a random lollipop out of the bowl and we have to guess the flavor” You could feel her fingers tracing circles at your palm under the table as she explained to you the whole concept.

“So we’ll have to kiss this whole video..?” You said, Jeongyeon was completely amused by the idea of kissing you for a video. “Will people actually watch us kissing or are you just doing this because you want to kiss me?”

“Both” She grabbed the silk blindfold bringing the ends of it around your head, her delicate fingers working at making a similar knot she had used multiple times on different occasions to keep your hands tied in place whenever you acted too bratty for her liking. She pulled it down until it rested just over your eyes, gearing her hand back and bringing it towards your face quickly to see if you were indeed completely deprived of your sense of vision.

“This feels intimate” There was truth to the comment of yours, which only made her snicker in response. “I’ll pick a flavor now” You could hear the rustling of the wrapper and the gentle noises the lollipop made against her teeth as she melted the candy in her mouth.

Jeongyeon applied a layer of candy against her lips, adjusting herself so her upper body would face you. You felt her hand placed behind your neck pulling you in place for a kiss on your lips barely giving you time to taste it.

“Wait..you’re moving away too fast” Your hands moved around blindly till they ended up at her shoulder pulling her closer until your lips touched again. Your tongue barely dragging over her bottom lip attempting to get a taste, you felt a tingle of lime at first but when you went back to kiss her it felt completely different. “What happens if I don’t guess it right?” You mumbled in between pecks.

“Uh..for every time you get one incorrect I get to post a picture of you on Instagram”

“Noo, that’s not fair you only ever take bad pictures of me” Jeongyeon grinned, it was indeed true she loved taking pictures of you when you weren’t paying attention, even more when you were sleeping. Despite you always complaining that you didn’t look good in the pictures she always thought you look prettier when you think she isn’t looking. Whenever you told her to delete any picture, she just added it to her hidden folder which meant she probably had more photos of you than she even realized.

“No, I’ll pick good ones plus you’ll probably just lose a round or two” Jeongyeon pulled away to suck on the lollipop once more before placing one last kiss on your lips. “Okay guess”

You thought about it for a few seconds before deciding to go with the flavor you felt the most taste of. “Grape?”

“That’s one less photo I’ll post of you” You could already tell she was pouting without even having to look.

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The kisses progressively became more sloppy and more frequent since the first round, the roles now reversed and Jeongyeon having the blindfold on. She didn’t even care about the challenge at this point, she just wanted to keep kissing you. Her hands roamed around your body until they reached the hem of your sweatshirt that you were wearing, your hand stopping her from going any further.

“Slow down..don’t we have to finish this?”

“It’s fine, I’ll just post what we have” Jeongyeon undid her blindfold putting it in her pocket for later, moving your hand away which you soon gave up and let her do as she pleased. You could sense her fingers trailing up towards your chest, a small smirk forming when she noticed you weren’t wearing a bra, her thumb grazing over your nipple making your breath hitch.

“let’s go to the bedroom yeah?” Jeongyeon got up from the floor helping you up with her, grabbing the camera along with a new memory card she had placed aside in case the one she was currently using no longer had space to record.

“Take your clothes off and get on the bed”

You did just as she told you stripping down every single piece of clothing you had on and laying back on the bed. Jeongyeon was busy trying to find a good angle to film you two from when none were found she just slipped her hand into the strap of the camera holding it with her left hand. She took out the memory card she was using previously and placed it on the dresser before inserting the new one. She turned around to face you making sure everything was running smoothly with the recording before getting into bed.

“I’ve been meaning to do this for a while..but I’ve been too shy to ask you” Jeongyeon whispered sitting in between your legs the camera was faced down recording the white sheets. You took notice of the camera and then back at her, she looked so eager yet so shy, you hadn’t seen her this shy since the time she asked you to be her girlfriend back in freshmen year of high school.

“You want to film me?”

“I want to film us, yes. I wouldn’t dare to show anyone I promise it’ll just be for us both”

You thought about it for a few seconds. Jeongyeon was already overprotective of you, whenever you wore something too “productive” out in public or at least that’s what she called it when you wore something that showed a bit too much skin for her liking, she would keep her hands all over you making sure everyone saw that you were hers.

She hated whenever you went out with your friends because she knew what type of people they were so she always made you share locations or she would keep messaging you to give her updates on how the night was going. You always complained to her about things like that but deep down you loved how protective she was of you because it only made you feel more wanted by her. So her showing anyone videos of you naked and getting totally fucked by her was already out the window.

“I don’t mind just get my good side” You both giggled at the joke before she raised the camera getting you in the frame. The camera going lower by the second. Once the camera was capturing your lower region jeongyeon brushed her thumb over your clit. You twitched at the feeling of suddenly getting touched, you moved your hand down hoping to cover yourself up from the camera. You thought it would be much easier being recorded like this but it wasn't.

“Stop it, you look pretty” She swatted your hand away and rubbed your thigh. You were already camera shy when it came to taking pictures but now you felt vulnerable more than you ever had under a camera.

“Stop being camera shy, you look beautiful” Jeongyeon swatted your hand away again but remembered she placed the silk ribbon in her pocket for a reason.

“Hands together” Jeongyeon instructed.

“Why? I don’t want to” You pouted because you knew that whenever you had your hands tied together she would just tease you endlessly.

“Stop being bratty and hurry” You saw the way her eyebrows creased, as she placed the camera down bringing your hands together on her own. Wrapping the ribbon two times around your wrists before tying a knot.

“You’re already leaking, that's pathetic..” She slid a finger in between your folds collecting your juices and placing it in her mouth humming at the taste.

“Unnie, please?” You knew that whenever you called her unnie it would either make her the sweetest person ever or she’d just tease you more than she already was.

“No, I don’t think you deserve it” She picked up the camera showing how pleadingly the expression on your face looked.

“Please unnie..it hurts really bad”

She scoffed seeing how desperate you were for her. “You’re so horny it’s hurts?" You nodded hoping she would do something. Anything. “Hands over your head”

When you did just as she told, she leaned down and placed her lips over your nipple. Licking it slowly to get you more riled up than you already were, moans leaving with each breath you took.

“It’s h-hurts really bad” The ache in between your legs got bigger the more she teased you, grinding your hips against nothing but air hoping any type of friction would happen.

“So needy for me, princess” Jeongyeon's sat up filming her hand trailing down toward your clit rubbing circles around it. “I-I need you inside please.”

“I’ll let you get what you want baby, don’t worry” She kept the camera lowered as her fingers teased your entrance applying pressure just enough for the tip of her finger to go in and come back out, the aching feeling only got worse.

She got off the bed leaving the camera to rest and walked towards your night table opening the cabinet grabbing another piece of silk ribbon since the pack she had bought was a 2 in 1. Once back in bed she helped you sit up in order for her to blindfold you.

For a few minutes, you were left agitated craving for Jeongyeon's touch in bed. Two of your senses now gone only made you feel more uneasy the more you waited. Once finally hearing the rustling of the sheets and feeling her get into bed, you relaxed a little.

picking up the camera, against your folds she rubbed the head of the pink dildo she had attached to the strap-on which was previously bought after your second anniversary just for fun really but soon became Jeongyeon’s favorite thing to use on you secondly after her fingers.

“Do you like that?”

“Y-yes I like i-it” Your hips buckled downwards trying to finally get her inside, soft and whiny breathes leaving your body with each rub.

Jeongyeon angled the camera down finding just the perfect side that showed her rubbing on your dripping cunt, and the way your stomach flexed whenever she let the tip push against your entrance.

“You’re going to take me so good, right? Just how you always do.” She gave one small stoke to the length, then another, and then two full strokes rotating at the head.

Finally, she slid in half of the length into you letting you get use the feeling placing her right hand on your abdominal as she slid in the rest. "Does that feel good, baby? Mhm?" Jeongyeon kept the camera angled down as she started moving her hips slowly.

"It f-feels good..." you could feel her hand resting on your hip pushing herself deeper, your hands tried to grab ahold of anything and soon came contact with the top of your pillow, gripping it tightly.

“I bet you like my cock so much don’t you?” Jeongyeon placed the camera on a cushion you guys used really just for decoration, making sure the camera wouldn’t fall with all the movement she was about to cause. She adjusted herself leaning downwards supporting herself with her elbows

“I’m going to fuck you so good just how you wanted.” The grunts and moans soon filled the room, you could feel her getting more aggressive with her thrusts by the second. She loved seeing you like this, totally brain fucked even though she was barely just starting.

“I-i’m gonna cum..Mm!” Jeongyeon felt your thighs twitching around her, your body squirming on its own, she watched the expression on your face change and she took that as her sign to stop. She sat up and pulled out watching the way you clenched around nothing.

“No, no please…please unnie, i’m so close” You begged, your hands coming down to try and grab onto her but you couldn’t even reach her in the first place.

“Come on, you can beg a little better than that sweetheart” Jeongyeon grabbed the camera, holding it with her right hand now. She slapped her cock against your pussy, rubbing it over your clit. “You want my dick inside you, right? filling you up?”

“Yes m-mommy..please, I need y-your dick inside me” Your high was still there but you could feel it fading away, you wanted - needed her so badly.

“P-please I’ll do anything unnie” Jeongyeon decided to tease you some more by filming you instead of giving you what you wanted, she lifted your blindfold, and you blinked a few times to get your vision back into focus. All you saw was her towering over your body which honestly made you more wet. She took a few seconds to record your body up and down, really just taking in how beautiful you looked right now.

“Doggy” You already knew what she meant by it, with a little help you managed to turn around, burying your face into a pillow as your arms folded to rest over your head. “You always take me so good” She whispered once she was fully inside you again, starting on her medium pace once again leaving grunts every time her hips made contact with you.

“F-fuck you look so good” Jeongyeon uttered with gritted teeth, this camera angle was out of this world. The way every time she trusted her hips she saw how she came out of you only to go back in, the way your ass only looked bigger in this position, your back exposed to her eyes.

Your moans were now muffled by the pillow taking in the pleasure. Soon enough you felt Jeongyeon's hand wrap around your hair pulling you up, “Let me hear you, baby” She said as she thrusts harder.

“I’m cummi- Ngh!” Jeongyeon grinned when she saw you coating the pink of the dildo translucent white, pulling it out to stroke your cum all over its length.

“Will you be the good slut you are and take me again?” It sounded more like she was telling you then asking you, and just like that she made your high double in pleasure.

“N-ngh..i’m gonna cum again mommy..” You could feel tears streaming down your face, your legs were so close to giving out but the pleasure that Jeongyeon was giving you brought you felt intoxicating.

“Cum for me baby..cum for mommy” Jeongyeon had sweats bead forming on her forehead, pulling your hair back for one last thrust as you coated her dick entirely.

Your legs gave out once Jeongyeon pulled out which was the only thing giving you support, she helped you lay back on your back. Her finger skillfully undoing the knot to your wrist, the recent friction onto your wrist leaving red marks. She stopped the recording and then placed the camera on the night table, taking off the strap and throwing it on the floor to worry about later.

She took a moment to appreciate how you looked, Jeongyeon grabbed her phone which was placed at the end of the bed, bringing it up to take a picture of you. You didn’t think much of it - well you didn’t have the energy to protest so you just let it be.

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You yawned sitting up and feeling the sudden soreness fall over your body, Jeongyeon sleeping peacefully next to you. By the darkness that radiated through the curtains, you knew you probably wouldn’t fall back asleep just yet after waking up so you looked around for your phone just to remember it was left in the living room sitting next to the bag of chips.

You noticed Jeongyeon's phone sitting on the side of the bed on the charger, you grabbed it and decided to just watch Netflix until you fell back asleep. You opened her phone with the password which was your birthday just as your password was her birthday, you groaned quietly when the screen shined onto your face.

Jeongyeon must have been scrolling through instagram before falling to sleep since that’s what you first saw when you opened it. Taking notice of the gray circle around her profile indicating she posted something on her story. You clicked on it and a immediate gasp left your body.

It was a picture of you, cheeks completely flushed, eyes glossy with tears, lips slightly swollen, and you could see you wrists resting just over your head, the red marks around them. There was no context whatsoever just the picture of you on her story.

When you slide the story up and your heart skipped a beat it already had 2 million views despite it being posted just 6 hours ago, for a moment you were about to delete it but you forgot that it was only fair since you had lost a round to her dumb challenge. So instead you just laid back not even wanting to watch anything anymore, snuggling close into jeongyeon’s arms.

[cry4mina]

Pomegranate

(Jeongyeon x fem!reader)

Word Count: 6.3k

Angst/Smallest drop of fluff

Summary: Jeongyeon was coming home from tour and you were going to propose but she comes home later than expected and throws a wrench in your plans.

TW: ANGST. Alcohol and lots of it, throwing up, sad, big sads, panic attacks, the big sads, screaming, mentions of blood (it's in once sentence), food, uh...yeah angst.

A/N: Me 3 days ago: i'm not doing birthday fics. Me right now, HAPPY EARLY JEONGYEON DAAAAAAY! Have a not so happy moment to celebrate! I decided I was going to attempt to do one for her and Momo before I moved soooo ta daaaaa (it's been so long since i've written angst, i'm rusty pls forgive me) @psylocke142 helped me find pictures and let me yap about this (also read it before I posted it to make sure it wasn't ass) <33 thank u fren!

Everyone pls stay safe and have a lovely daaaaay<3

After weeks of preparation and consulting with Jihyo virtually, you were finally ready to ask your girlfriend of 4 years to marry you. Picking up all the components, you rushed home to get ready for what was going to be one of the best days of your life.

Tonight’s the night!

The house is set up perfectly, rose petals from the front door to the living room, a bouquet of roses on the table that are blooming, candles everywhere, and you’re in a brand new fully tailored suit that fits you like a glove.

Preparing dinner was the most tedious part of this. While Jeongyeon was on tour for a few months, you took it upon yourself to take some classes to master her favorite dish so you could make it from scratch for tonight. Even taking it a step further and asking her mother for the recipe she used when Jeong was a child.

Dinner is ready in the kitchen, you check your watch to see it’s 7:13pm. Jeongyeon should be walking through the door any minute, flight having landed an hour ago- she texted you when she landed saying that she was dropping Jihyo off and heading home.

Time sludges on, 7:45pm, still no sign of her.

Then it’s suddenly 8:30pm.

Every minute feels like an hour of nothingness.

No call

No text.

Nothing.

You: I hope everything is okay…let me know when you’ll be home. [9:01pm]

You: I love you. [9:01pm]

Walking into the kitchen, you decide to pack dinner up. Putting all the food in Tupperware and stacking it in the fridge in portions for when your girlfriend got home.

Hopefully, your soon to be fiancé would hurry back to you.

Reaching into your pocket, you pull out the suede box and pop it open, revealing a classic square shaped diamond on a gold band.

Taking in the sparkle of the gem, you reminisce on your favorite memories together. All the soft, tender, silly moments you had with your loving girlfriend and wishing she was here so you could just ask her to spend forever with you.

Checking your phone to see no response from Jeongyeon, you sigh and frown. She usually updated you with what she was up to, so this was out of character for her.

Especially, under the circumstances, she usually hurried home to you.

It had been months since you’d seen her, since the tour was taking up most of her time. It was easy to be impatient. Even with FaceTime dates, phone calls, texts - it wasn’t the same as having her with you. Being able to hear her laugh outside of a speaker and feeling her warmth against you as you slept instead of falling asleep together through a screen.

Taking a seat on the couch and kicking your feet up on the table, you lull off into a peaceful sleep with happy memories of the two of you replaying in your mind's eye.

—

The latching of the door rings in your ears, you hear light footsteps through the hall and into the kitchen.

A deep sigh seeps tension into the atmosphere of your home. The tapping of nails on the counter makes your eyes slingshot open.

She’s home.

Jumping up and almost losing your balance, you grab the roses and bolt into the kitchen to see a teary-eyed Jeongyeon standing there, leaning against the counter.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” immediately putting the flowers on the counter and walking out to hold her.

Jeongyeon halts your movements with a single hand up, palm facing you to stop you in your tracks. Her eyes never leave the floor. Confusion tenses your shoulders and back, concerned at not only the gesture but her demeanor and emotional state.

“Jeongyeon…what’s going on?” the soft nervousness of your tone makes her wince at the words spoken.

“We need to talk.” she’s still unable to look at you. Eyes tracing the grout on the tile, looking for literally anything but you to focus on. Tears trailing down her cheeks, she’s trying to collect herself.

“Okay..?” hopping up onto the counter and placing your hands within themselves, you patiently wait for her to say what she needs to.

“I’m…not happy.” stumbles its way off her tongue and into the air.

The flavor is putrid and sour.

There’s an ache building in your chest, brain and heart trying to process the words you just heard her say.

“…what do you mean?” Unable to grasp what she’s just spoken.

Unhappy?

“I…don’t want to do this anymore. I feel bad being away for so long and it really hurts both of us when you say how much you miss me. I can’t expect for you to just wait around for me to come home all the time. It’s not fair to either of us.” Voice shaking as she explains herself.

Weighed down by a devastating ton of bricks that build the foundation of this relationship, you slide off the counter. Your eyes not leaving her face for the time it takes to approach her.

Watching as your stability crumbles underneath you. You can’t believe this is what she’s saying…

“Jeongyeon…baby, I’d take missing you over being with anyone else…any day. In any life. You’re my everything…” hands now on her forearms, trying to make eye contact so she can see how much care you have for her.

“I’m sorry.” whispered to you through tears.

She still can’t even look at you.

The cracks through your chest are loud enough to make the earth shatter. Lightning shoots through your veins, flashes of heat that immediately run cold inside you.

Trying to make sense of all this as fight, flight or freeze kicks in, you leave the room.

Walking into the living room, you sit on the couch you had just dozed off on. Head in your hands, sobbing into them violently, a physical reaction to your heart being ripped from your chest.

Not even noticing her stepping into the room, you continue to let out the devastating wail, trying to ease the emptiness in your chest from the abrupt pain it was now experiencing.

Her sniffling pulls you out of your hands.

Looking up to see her with matching tears flowing down her cheeks.

Standing up, you pick up the box of tissues on your shared coffee table and hand them to her. She offers a half smile before taking one, you don’t return the gesture.

“Can you tell me what I did?” Through the shivering as you try to regulate your emotions.

“What? What you did?” Jeongyeon is confused by this question, dabbing her tears from under her eyes and trying to compose herself.

“Yes, what did I do to make you want to leave?” Looking her in the eyes and waiting for the reasoning.

“I…I’m sorry, I have to go.” Grabbing her keys and bolting for the door.

Never offering a response, or even a glance back. She left you to your own devices that night in your once shared apartment.

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3 months later and you can still hardly take care of yourself. The agony of her not being with you, completely ruining every day you’ve had.

Work was always slow and dreadful, not offering any reprieve from the weighted down linger of what was no longer in your life. Leaving you all the time in the world to ruminate and try to make sense of everything that happened.

The scene of her leaving the house that night played in your head over and over again, like a nightmare that never stopped. A broken record that continued to spin, playing the same tune until your ears bled.

Getting mail for her everyday ruined you. Seeing her name on the letters was just detrimental, a reminder around every corner - the entire house coated in the same layer of hopeless despair you found yourself in.

You didn’t even know where she was staying or what her day to day was like. Always wondering if she was feeling these aftershocks of your split.

Turing to alcohol to ease the feelings, you drank alone until you passed out every single night. Blaring music and singing at the top of your lungs while heavily intoxicated was an escape, but it was only temporary.

Isolating was something you did well, never really wanting to let the world know how you were suffering. Jeongyeon was good at pulling you out of that but…she wasn’t here anymore.

Turning down every picture in the house of the two of you together, you were no where near ready to get rid of them no matter how much they hurt to see.

They were little glimpses into the past…tiny portals into a happier time and it was devastating to think she might not share that sentiment. Most of you free time spent on the questions of whether or not she ever actually loved you and whether or not you would see her again.

—

One drunken night, your phone rang. The vibrating against the table startled you out of your dissociated drunken state that was practically slumber.

Picking it up without being bothered to read who was calling, you put your half empty bottle of whiskey down on the table and answer the phone.

“H- hiccup-hello?”

“Hey Y/n! It’s been so long since I’ve seen you. How are you doing?” The voice is immediately recognizable.

“I’m alive, Jihyo. If that’s what you’re wondering.” The sulking was dripped off your tone, knowing this was your ex girlfriend’s best friend brought up too many feelings for you, very aware that whatever you told Jihyo would be passed on to…her.

“I was wondering…but I wanted to check in with you.” Her tone seems saddened, worried and hesitant to ask what she really wanted to.

Knowing she was aware of the plan to propose and encouraged you to do it, helping you organize everything - including getting Jeongyeon to the house when you needed her there for the perfect surprise, you had a bond with Jihyo that was strong and she knew that you were not okay.

She couldn’t have known the internal workings of Jeongyeon’s mind, though she did tell her everything. No one expected you two to ever break up in their wildest dreams.

You were meant to together.

Or so you and everyone else thought.

“I’m alive. That’s really all I have to shhay.” Slurring your responses to her, unintentionally.

“Y/n…are you drunk?” Concern now lacing her voice even stronger than before, she knows you’re not much of a drinker so this was worrisome to her.

Hearing keys rattling on the other side of the phone, assuming that Jihyo was about to head over to your house - you shut that down, quickly. Not wanting to see her or even entertain the thought of pretending like you weren’t in the depths of your own dejection.

“I’m fine, Jihyo. Just let me shhuffer in peace.” Hanging up and putting the phone back down on the table.

It vibrates for at least 15 minutes, you choose to ignore the buzzing and take another long swig from the bottle of whiskey. Who needs a glass when you’re just going to drown in your own tears anyway?

Your world lost it’s light. There’s no reason to pretend like you gave a shit about anything, nothing was worth caring about now that she was gone. Yourself included.

A hard knock on the door startles you out of your thoughts.

Looking at the clock, it’s 1:27am.

Who the fuck is at your door?

“Go -hiccup- away!” followed by another swing from the bottle, stinging your throat as it slips down to your stomach.

“Y/n, open the door or I’m coming in!” A stern tone comes through the solid wood that is all too familiar for all the right reasons.

“You and -hiccup- what army?” Standing up and almost falling over but catching your balance on the arm of the couch.

The lock clicks open, knob turning quickly and the door flew open, smacking against the wall to reveal…

Her…

Jeongyeon.

Steppping in to see the house in shambles, she takes in the empty bottles of alcohol everywhere, garbage and empty plates and cups all over the coffee table and the mess that was you, standing next to the wreck with your bottle gripped tightly.

Sighing at the sight, she closes the door behind her and sets her stuff down on the counter in the kitchen. Jeongyeon scans the house, looking around to find any semblance of your old happy life. Seeing the picture frames turned down stops her in her tracks, flipping her favorite on up and leaving it.

“What -hiccup- are YOU doing here?” Slurring and pointing at her before plopping down on the couch, glaring at her for fixing the pictures, not wanting to remember the good times because there wasn’t a light at the end of this tunnel, as far as you’re concerned.

Trying to take a swing from your whiskey, she runs over and snatches the bottle out of your hand.

“HEY! -hiccup- That’s mine! Get your own! I don’t want to share with -hiccup- you.” Reaching for the container again, only for her to push you down by your chest back to the couch, brows furrowed in a mix of confusion and disgust.

“Sit down! I can’t believe the mess this place is…what’s gotten into you?” The anger in her voice shakes the frame of your soul, snapping you as far sober as your body would allow.

“I…don’t think you care anymore.” Tears fall unstoppably, coating your eyes and cheeks with pure grief and misery.

Jeongyeon’s face is made of stone, stoic in nature and unmoving as you cry. This causes you to break completely. Maybe she never really cared…

Laying down on the couch and rolling over to face the back of it, trying to hide your descent into the pit of despair that you were trying to pull yourself out of everyday but with her reactions, she pushed you deeper unknowingly.

You lacked the will to keep up your strength, yet you persisted in your attempts, even if they were futile. Refusing to showcase how thoroughly this had devastated you. It consumed you entirely.

The experience gnawed at your bones, turning your world upside down, leaving behind only a hollow shell of what once was—every trace of love you held for her and for yourself, devoured in its wake.

“Y/n…” the tinge of sadness in the way she said your name caught your attention but you were still stuck in the void and didn’t want to turn over to look at her.

“Y/n…come on…” sitting down at the bend of your legs, rubbing your back in a familiar act of comfort.

“Don’t do that.” Harshly spat at her through gritted teeth, scooting closer to the inside of the couch and farther away from her so she would get the hint and taker her hand off you.

“Y/n…look, I’m sorry okay…I know I shouldn’t have come…I was just worried about you. I heard you slurring and I know you don’t really like to dri-“

“You HEARD me?” Rolling over with fury leaching from your eye to see the shock on her face. She had given herself up and the realization already set in, even though you were inebriated.

“…did you make Jihyo call me to check up on me?” Glaring at her in disbelief, anger boiling in your chest as you waited for her to say something.

Jeongyeon stammers, looking for a good excuse as her eyes shift from left to right. She opens her mouth to try and but ends up just looking at the ground…unwilling to tell the truth even having been caught.

“Get out.” Standing up too quickly and almost falling to open the door for her.

“Y/n, please just let me explain.” Begging for a moment of your time so she can try to fix this.

“You have 2 minutes -hiccup- and then I never want to shhee you again.” Voice cracking as you try to stand by yourself, wobbling and stumbling over to the door, gripping the knob to steady yourself.

“Can we please talk about this when you’re sober? I think that would be better than trying to have a conversation when you’re like this…” Jeongyeon motions her hands at you, tears welling up in her eyes at the disheveled state she found you in.

Taking your hand off the door, you turn around and face her. Letting the tears fall freely from your eyes, taking off the mask you wore to try and hide the suffering. Trying to wipe the destress from your face as you formulate your sentence.

“What’s wrong, Jeongyeon?” stepping up close to her with a frigid demeanor and a spiteful scowl that contradicts the droplets of emotion that fall from your eyes as you step closer to her, inches from her face, giving the final blow.

“Having trouble facing me? Or do you just not like the way you found me?” sniffling through the ending of that sentence, you stumble off to your once shared bedroom, leaving Jeongyeon in the living room by herself.

Falling onto the bed, you rip off your shirt, bra and pants and curl up on her side of the bed. The room starts to spin as you finally laid still and the alcohol took over again. Moaning and groaning to yourself as the minutes pass.

It hits you all at once, the overwhelming sensation of being wasted, the fact that your ex was in the house and the anxiety that ran your life all clashing to create a wave of nausea that you could not escape.

You struggle to get to the bathroom, knocking stuff over on the way before finally sitting down in front of the toilet and purging your stomach.

Retching all the toxic fluid out of your body takes an hour or so. Dizzied by your drunken state, dehydration, and sorrow, you’re unable to stand so you just sit and wait for it to pass like a bad thunder storm.

A small knock at the door, startles you out of a sleep that you hasn’t realized you slipped into while waiting for the room to stop spinning against your will.

“Y/n?…Are you alright?” softly spoken from behind the door, the pit of your stomach falls and you start to cry again.

Not because she left, not because you couldn’t control it but it was the act of her checking in on you that tugged on your oxytocin, giving you another hit of Jeongyeon that you so desperately craved.

Lifting your chin up barely removing it from the porcelain, you muster all the strength you have to produce one malicious, guttural scream.

“GO AWAY!” the words rip from your throat like the sharp blade of a chainsaw, slicing haphazardly through hard wood, splintering and shattering every millisecond it touches your vocal chords and leaves a blood stain of regret and hatred behind.

Not for her.

Never for her.

For yourself.

You hate that she left, but you never blamed her. It’s not like it was unheard of, a break up before a proposal but you never understood why. Always assuming you were the problem there was no solution for.

Jeongyeon cracks the door, peaking in side and seeing you just your underwear hunched over and collapsing to the floor. Rushing over to you, stabilizing you with her hands- she forces you up on your feet.

You are dead weight at this point, leaning on her because your legs just won’t function underneath you. Pulling your arm around her, she practically drags you to the shower and makes you sit in the bathtub with your head against the wall.

Turning the water on you, it’s ice cold. Yelping at the sheer shock of the frozen water hitting you, complaints slurring out of your mouth instantly hushed when she gets into the shower with you. Sitting behind you and letting the faucet soak her with all her clothes on.

Positioning herself sitting with you between her legs, she brushes your hair off your forehead as the water crashed down on you both and shushes the spewing of your sadness and conquers your anger just by her touch.

The peace her presence brings you in this state has soothed the crashing waves of your heart that drenched every fiber of your being. The broken state of your soul was nothing more then a scratch on the surface while she was holding you and soothing you through this horrific break down of grief that was misguiding you to lash out.

Calmly rocking you back and forth with her, you finally gained some sobriety. Jeongyeon stands to turn the shower off and offers you a towel, while grabbing the matching one you didn’t bother to put away.

Taking your underwear off, now completely naked with a towel barely wrapped around you, attempting to dry off and failing miserably, dropping the towel and whining out of frustration. Picking up the towel, you give it another sloppy attempt.

Jeongyeon is just watching you, the smile in her eyes and smirk on her face feels so condescending considering everything that has happened between the two of you.

“What?” snapped at her while you wrap the towel around your body again and make your way to the bedroom to get something to wear.

“Nothing…it’s nothing.” Jeongyeon removes her shirt and pants, standing there in her shower soaked underwear and bra.

“Did you…uhm…are my clo-” softly uttered before hanging the clothes she was wearing on the shower rod for them to dry.

“Yes. They’re still here. I haven’t gotten rid of…anything.” choking on the words as the tears threaten to spill again.

This beautiful woman, standing in front of you had not only gone out of her way to make sure that you were okay and took care of you knowing that you weren’t…

The nurturing nature of her was what sparked the initial fire that set your heart aflame. The gasoline was how sweet she was, and how much she cared about everyone around her.

Her habits of focusing on everyone but herself was to her detriment- always checking in on others and not really checking in with herself…but that was what made your relationship so pure. She was worried about everyone and you were worried about her.

Given the opportunity, Jeongyeon would move the world for those she loved. Fitting herself in a box so small that she would be uncomfortable to make others feel comfortable. The details of her were never lost on you, always letting her express whatever she needed to and making sure that she knew that you would never judge her in anyway. It was so comfortable and perfect, that’s why it stung so much.

When she dropped that bomb on you those weeks ago, it was like a nuke - scorching every single atom that you ever had and what was happening right now was the fallout.

“Y/n…Can we ple-”

“Not tonight…please…no more tonight.” cutting her off again, not to hurt her but you just couldn’t handle another moment of discourse between the two of you, especially while you’re still drunk.

“Tomorrow.” stated to her, not offered to her.

The conversation you had been needing would happen tomorrow…finally. The closure, the end…whatever you want to call it, would be tomorrow.

The anxiety building in your stomach brought on a different kind of nausea. One that wouldn’t go away from just throwing up the contents of your body but only with comfort that you were too nervous to ask for.

Throwing on a big shirt that was hers and a fresh pair of underwear, you crawled into bed and got comfortable. Letting out a big sigh of relief that your sheets were finally consuming you again instead of the alcohol or complete and utter sadness.

Jeongyeon puts on some of the clothes she left behind, a shirt you got her, underwear and a pair of her sweats that she usually only wore around the house.

“I’m going to sleep on the couch…just so I can be here…if you need me…” timid, almost as if she was asking permission to sleep in the house that had her name on the mortgage.

“No.” calm and steady leaves your mouth.

Sitting up in your bed, you look her in the eyes before throwing the comforter off her side of the bed that you had been sleeping in, patting the sheets as a signal for her to come and lay with you.

Even if it was for the last time.

“Are you sure?” her voice is so gentle and lovely.

“Please, Jeongyeon…” throat clenching around the words as you pleaded for what you assumed to be one more sleep together.

Just one more.

Her eyes soften further, the familiar puppy eyed love you had always known crawls into your shared bed and gets comfortable on her side, like she always did.

Fuck, you missed this so much.

Laying on separate sides of the bed, you just take in the feeling of her warmth in the sheets next to you. The sigh she lets out was one of relaxation and ease. It was very hard to miss.

“Jeongie?” breathed so soft it was barely a whisper as you roll from your back to your side to face her. It was what you always called her when you wanted something, she knew what was coming without even asking.

“Yeah?” worry laces her words as she follows your movement and faces you.

“…I miss you.” the cracks in your voice shatter and sprawl out like lightening, cascading down your chest, through the sheets and up to her.

Not the words, not the tone, but the crack of your voice that let the misery you had experienced the three months she’s been gone…

Silence.

Jeongyeon just looks at you, eyes coated in despair as her own emotions display for what you feel like is the first time. Wondering if it’s her own distress or if it’s just pity for you.

A hand comes out of the darkness, placing itself on the small of your back and dragging you into Jeongyeon, so close you can feel her heart beat and feel her breathing - pressed up against her chest in the hug that you needed from her.

Nuzzling into her neck, you silently sob as you take in the smell of her skin and in the comfort of your bed no less. The peace it brings you brings happiness, even if it’s temporary.

Jeongyeon just holds you, rubbing your back and sniffling. Leaning down to kiss your forehead, she coos and sighs as the tension of her back decreases while holding you. Feeling her harms relax and her back unclench was worth every second of devastation that would follow, knowing you could be this for her…one last time.

“I miss you too. So much.” Whispered to you as you finally drift off to sleep in the comfort her arms, finally getting the safety that you had been missing.

—

Throbbing behind your eyes and a massive wave of nausea wakes you up from the deep sleep you were in. The most sleep you had since she left.

Groaning as you rolled over, you reach out to her side of the bed, hoping and praying that she would still be asleep next to you.

She wasn’t.

Sighing at the empty and cold sheets, you wonder if this is all a dream or if she was actually here last night.

Did she really shower with you?

Was it all just…a drunken daydream?

Slowly sitting up, you grab your head as it pounds into your skull. This hangover was the worst one you’d ever had, like a whip cracking against your brain at every movement you made, no matter how slight.

Taking a second to charge your movements and build up the courage to get up out of bed, you sigh again and give up. Rolling over to Jeongyeon’s side and shoving your face in her pillow, just to take in her smell again.

“Good morning” a familiar voice so angelic breaks your concentration on the memories you were reliving before you could fully immerse in them.

Sling-shotting up, you grab your head and let out a wince and a huff at how dizzy you got with the movement, the pounding continued as Jeongyeon giggles.

“With how drunk you were last night, I knew you would not feel great today…” lifting up a brown paper bag, shaking it at you before plopping it in front of you.

The smell of the burger nauseates you thoroughly.

Flinging a hand over your mouth, you jump off the bed and bolt to the bathroom - immediately regurgitating the toxins left inside you until there was nothing left but bile.

“Are you alright?” through the door, you get a flash back from last night and shiver at the unease of her seeing you this way.

Quietly gasping and trying to catch your breath, you spit. An attempt to rid your mouth of the acidic taste that burns from your stomach all the way to your lips.

“Yeah…” winded replies that feed her worry, unintentionally.

“I’ll meet you in the kitchen in a minute” the sentence stole the air from your lungs, still trying to get back to some sense of the word normal and slowly catching your bearings again.

Standing up, you head to the sink, leaving with your palms on the edge of the counter, with your hair in your eyes. Turning on the faucet, you reach into the stream of cold water. Cupping your hand and splashing it on your face trying to wash your hungover sleep filled eyes and bring some self back to you.

The chill of the water wakes you up, the headache not easing but the nausea was dissipating quickly, you were very grateful for that.

By the time you got to the kitchen, the nausea was replaced by hunger. Looking to see Jeongyeon at the kitchen table, already set out the greasy burger and fries, with a tall glass of water and some medicine next to it.

Sitting down with her, you take the meds first and drink half the glass of water. Placing it back down on the table, you look over at her. Jeongyeon’s food is untouched, sitting in front of her still wrapped up on the foil to keep it warm.

“Are you alright?” reaching over to grab her hand, remembering that she is your ex before you touch her, stopping yourself from the intimate contact.

Jeongyeon watched your hand in motion, seeing you stop from touching her and she swallows harshly. You could hear it from across the table.

“Are you ready to talk now?” asked in faint whispers while she toys with her fingers.

Looking down at your own hands, the nervousness returns back to you from the night she left. Rattling every heartstring you had in a vibration that could’ve made angels cry.

“…Yeah…I think it would be best if we did…” immediately biting the inside of your cheek after the statement, drawing a small amount of blood out of the soft flesh.

“I’m sorry.” Jeongyeon is looking up at you, her eyes glazed over in melancholy grief and regret.

“I’m sorry I left. I was scared that you were going to leave me first. I thought you missing me all the time was hard on our relationship and I was worried it was too much for you. I left because I didn’t want you to leave first…I thought you were unhappy.” her voice is cracking and she’s sniffling, panic interweaved in her words as she continues on with her admission.

“That night I came back…and you asked me what you did to make me want to leave…” a deep breath in and back out, trying to self soothe but having a difficult time regulating.

Her hand reaches up to hold your face, her palm on your cheek and the warmth of her on your skin makes you instinctively lean into her, closing your eyes as your body relaxes.

“Nothing. You didn’t do anything except love me so well that I thought I didn’t deserve it…” Jeongyeon is practically having a panic attack at this point, choking on her own sadness and attempting to even out her breathing, blink her tears away, talk to you- overwhelming herself and it’s sending her into a spiral.

Without hesitation, you get up from your chair and sit on her lap. Wrapping your arms around her and pulling her into your chest while running one of your hands down her back, then back up again. Continuing this repeatedly as it’s the fastest way to quell her anxiety.

“Shh Shh Shh…don’t worry, I’ve got you. You’re safe here.” cooed at her while you squeeze her just a little tighter as she choked on her overstimulation.

“I love you. I’ve always loved you. I will always love you.” through the breath violently hitching and the tenseness of her body.

A long beat of silence.

Your heart stops.

She still loves you…?

“Jeong…” lifting her head so she can see the hangover that was glazing your eyes.

“You really hurt me when you left. I didn’t understand what was going on…I didn’t even know that was a fear you had.” Hand continuing to rub her back.

“I would’ve told you how untrue that was…” brushing a lock of hair from her face.

Her face contorts, holding in her sobs as she lets out the cold, hard truth.

“I don’t think I would’ve believed you…”

That one stung. Though you know it was never anything that you did now that she’s told you. Patting her back lightly, you hatch an idea.

The perfect way to prove it to her.

Getting up from Jeongyeon’s lap, you run into the bedroom and go to your side of the bed. Pulling open the nightstand drawer, you grab the little black box that held the ring you were going to propose to her with that night and make your way back to the kitchen.

Watching you closely as you make your way back to the table and sit down, she doesn’t really know what to expect.

Taking a deep breath and exhaling rapidly, your nerves get to you a moment. Never knowing what her reaction would be to this, you built up as much courage as you could and places the box carefully in front of her.

“I think this might be all the proof you need.” swallowing hard as her shaky hand reaches for the box, popping it open and seeing the ring for the first time.

A gasp echo’s off the walls of your home, the same walls that heard your wails of misery and the same walls that watch you drink away the last three months.

“It’s perfect…”

Every emotion that Jeongyeon has ever felt is displayed on her face for you to see. The heart ache, the love, the regret, and the grief.

“I have so many regrets about that night, Y/n…I would have n-never left if I would have known-” Letting all of her pain flow.

She gathers herself, you look her in the eyes and boldly say:

“You could still say yes, you know?” eyes never leaving her face, trying to judge how that statement blew over.

Frozen in shock as boils over her as she processes what you just said.

“We would have to work on things, of course…that betrayal cut deep…but” taking another deep breath and admitting the truth.

“I’m willing to try and fix this, if you are.” the anxiety in the room was shared between the two of you.

“Really?” disbelief on her lips, the tears sitting on the water line of her eyes threatening to flood down the tracks her previous tears already laid in place for them.

“Really.” nodding your head in reassurance.

Jeongyeon places the box down in front of you, ring facing you and lifts her left hand up with her fingers splayed out, hand shaking from the intensity of the conversation you were having.

Pulling the ring out of the box, you slip it on her finger and admire how it looks on her. Kissing every knuckle she has before releasing her hand and sighing in relief.

“I’m so sorry about leaving…” toying with her ring, looking up at you through her bangs.

“We will get through it…” standing up to sit on her lap again and hug her.

Missing her was an understatement. Being in her arms again made you feel whole in a way that you couldn’t explain, a way you thought was impossible.

It was just her…it was always her.

“…and we will get through it together.” cupping her face and stroking her cheeks with your thumbs.

Leaning in, you kiss her. Soaking up all the love you missed in those three months apart, her lips heal almost every crack in your soul - rejuvenation of your heart in full effect as you lay a few more soft pecks on her lips and then her forehead.

“Together.”

[iorslvd]

Mina as your gf. Smau?

"Love me, and only me, that's not hard isn't it?"

[residentflamingo]

Outlaw Jeongyeon Headcanons

Yoo Jeongyeon x fem! reader

AU: Wild West 🌵🏜️

Genre: fluff, smut, and a pinch of angst

Warnings: violence, mentions of guns, blood, sexual themes, and cursing

A/N: Once again... this draft is also one that has been sitting in my drafts since last year ☠️ But, I'm just glad my passion for writing has come back again. Let me know if I should write some fics following up with these headcanons! I would absolutely love to do it. Thank you for reading this, and any of my other fics you might have read! Your support is always appreciated <3

Word count ———> 4,468

Who is this girl?

Jeongyeon is a feared outlaw in the west 

Nobody dares to mess with her 

Her nickname is Jeongyeon the Ruthless

She is well known for being a fast gunslinger, and showing no mercy when it comes to dealing with criminals

She had a sinister death glare that gives criminals chills down their spines

Everyone knew, that once she started glaring at an enemy during a fight, they were dead right where they were standing 

She is somewhat of a psychopath

Doesn't mind shooting anyone unless they are innocent townsfolk

If she needs information out of someone and they don't give it, onto the train tracks they go

Is also known for torturing people if they cross her

Jeongyeon is very confident in her abilities, but most of the time she stays quiet, adding to her already intimidating exterior

She’s the 2nd boss alongside Jihyo, with a gang called, “Demonios Neuve"

Also known as "The Nine Devils"

They're famous for eliminating infamous criminals off the map, and being excellent bounty hunters

But they also weren't ones to follow the law either

Demonios Nueve are so close with each other, since there's only 9 of them all together

They knew Jeongyeon was a lesbian, but they swore to never tell anyone else since she could be killed for it

When Jeongyeon confessed to them that she was more attracted to women than men, they were stunned, but immediately accepted her and told her that she was the same person to them no matter what

They love teasing her when they see hot girls that might interest her 

She gets so annoyed, but is so thankful she has supportive friends 

After Jeongyeon and the gang became popular for their good deeds, people would notice her everywhere she would go

They would stop her for autographs, and ask how she became such an excellent gun slinger

Eventually, she got tired of all the attention and decided she didn’t want go out in public very much anymore

But one night when her members begged her to go somewhere with them, she finally gave in and admitted she was bored anyways

Which is how she ended up at this saloon

How you guys met 

The saloon was lively, being filled with drunken townsfolk, and outlaws coming in to play cards. Jeongyeon was sitting at a table with some of her gang members, listening to them bicker over a serious round of poker. She had her hat tiled low to cover part of her eyes, a toothpick in her mouth, a glass of whiskey that she was twirling around in her hand, and her boots rested on top of the table.

The whole night she hadn’t been interested in gambling, or socializing at all for that matter. She was a quiet but deadly outlaw. For a good while, she had been looking around and scanning everyone in the saloon, making sure no threats were present. While observing, Momo suddenly bumped her on the shoulder, and it immediately caught her attention. “Hey, who’s that hot chick?”

She quickly adjusted her hat and moved her head up, looking at you for the first time. Jeongyeon was so enthralled by your beauty that she couldn’t take her eyes off of you. It was love at first sight. You had walked into the saloon, not expecting much but to get a drink and ease the stress that had been building throughout the week. You were wearing a beautiful floral dress that complimented your curves well, and your hai had been touched up a bit too. You had caught the eyes of everyone in the saloon that night.

But a couple of those sets of eyes weren’t planning on being welcoming.

After Jeongyeon had eyed you up and down a couple of times, she leaned over to next to Jihyo and whispered, “Hey do you know who that girl is?”. Jihyo quickly turned her attention away from the poker game going on in front of her, and focused on Jeongyeon.”Hm?”. She looked next to her, then let her vision scan across all of the people at the bar, eventually landing on you.

She smirked and whispered back to Jeongyeon, “Ah. No, but you should go try talking to her.”

She wiggled her eyebrows at her, then turned around to the other members, smiling devilishly. Jihyo whispered to the others, “Looks like our girl J has a crush on that pretty girl over there.” Jeongyeon’s stomach dropped and she panicked, worrying that you could have heard Jihyo. She looked at the others with a death glare, and signaling for them to shut up.

But to your dismay, you had no clue this was happening behind you, as you were too busy ordering your drink.

“Can I get a whiskey with a lime please?” You ordered, practically having to the bartender attempting to shout over all of the commotion inside the saloon.

Jeongyeon quickly got herself situated once she heard your voice, and was even more infatuated when she heard your order. “Wow… the same thing I always get.” She thought to herself.

She most definitely had to talk to you now. But god she was so nervous about it. Talking to gunslingers and cowboys was one thing, but talking to girls? Terrifying. She scoffed, thinking to herself, ”What the hell is wrong with me, I shouldn’t be this nervous.”

Jeongyeon thought about it for a minute, wondering what she was going to say to you. But before she knew it, someone else beat her to it. A drunken outlaw had come up to you, asking if you wanted to “shack up” with him that night. You politely declined, but quickly found out that he wasn’t taking no for an answer. He grabbed your wrist and kept a firm grip on it, making sure you couldn’t run away. He was saying nasty things like “I could please you real good” and “you’ve got a nice ads to squeeze.”

Jeongyeon watched in disgust and before she knew it, she was already up and out of her seat, walking over to the outlaws. She ghosted her hand over her pistol in her holster, making sure she was ready in case either one of them decided to start a gunfight. Then she went up in front of you and the man saying, “Darling are these men bothering you?”. You quickly looked up at her relieved and getting ready to say something, but the outlaw did it for you instead. “She’s fine. We know her well.” He said with a disgusting smile on his face, making Jeongyeon contort her face in disgust.

She quit moving the toothpick around in her mouth and leaned her face closer to the outlaw. “I don’t remember asking you the question.” She said coldly, making the outlaw scoff and grip your wrist tighter. “Mind your own damn business you whore!”

Jeogyeon bit the toothpick harder in anger, making her break it in her mouth and spit it on the floor. The outlaw and his other goons laughed, making her turn her head over at you. She immediately noticed how terrified you were, and her eyes softened as your gaze connected with hers. You gulped and mouthed out quietly, “Help me.”

She gave a simple nod, ensuring that your safety was now her priority.

In the blink of an eye, she whipped her head back around and grabbed the outlaw’s hand, squeezing it so hard that he cried out in pain. Her face remained stoic and focused, showing no empathy for the man in front of her. Then she brought the hand closer to her in an agonizing motion, making a few of his bones crack, and his grip falter from your hand. You let yourself free and got up from the stool, quickly standing back and watching the drama unfold in horror.

By this point, everyone in the saloon had been watching in suspense, including the Twice’s Devils, making sure thy at their member was okay. The leader named Jihyo, went up to you discreetly and checked on your hand, surprising you a bit. She asked you a few questions, then told you that you were going to be okay since you were being protected by the best gunslinger in the West.

When Jeongyoeon brought the outlaw’s arm closer to her, his eyes were wide in panic. Then she leaned closer to him again saying, “It is my business actually.“ She used her other hand to grab the pistol, bringing the barrel up to the side of his skull. “The next time you even think of touching her, I will not hesitate to put a bullet through your fucking head. Is that clear?”

His body shook in terror, looking at the gun barrel pointed next to his head, and trying to stutter out an answer. She grew impatient, deciding to crack some bones in his arm again. He cried out in pain, and she dug the gun deeper in his skin. “Is that clear?!” She shouted. He nodded vigorously, “Y-yes ma’am! Please let me go I have a family- AH!”. She ground her teeth in rage, cracking his arm for the last time before she shoved him to the ground. “Your poor family…” She said, putting her gun back in the holster. Then she looked up at his terrified minions with a death glare, chewing the inside of her cheek as a replacement for the toothpick. “Get the fuck out.” She said. “Before I shoot every goddamn one of you’s.”

They nodded rapidly, “Y-yes ma’am!” and then carried the outlaw out in a rush, taking him to the nearest medic in town. She scoffed, watching as they ran out for their lives. “Damn. I didn't even get to fire my pistol."

After that incident, you guys introduced yourselves and got to know each other a little better

It was awkward at first because she had just broken someone's arm in front of you

But, you really admired her for her courage and willingness to stand up for you against the outlaws

As you two got to talking, you learned that she was an outlaw herself, and one that was in a gang

You were shocked but surprisingly not scared of her

Jeongyeon had also learned herself that you were currently working at a horse stable

You guys had perfect chemistry, being able to relate to simple things like your shared love for horses, and dealing with other cowboys

Later on that evening when you two parted ways, Joengyeon promised she would have her gang visit your stable every now and then

You agreed, wanting nothing more than to speak to have more time to speak to her

After that night, a friendship had blossomed

And possibly even more

How you became her crush

Jeongyeon kept her promise

She came to visit the stable more often when the gang passed by the town, and helped you clean/ feed the horses

The chemistry grew even sweeter, resulting in you two sharing stolen glances, and learning to enjoy each other's company as good friends

But was it really just friendship though?

Overtime she fell in love with your personality and your special love for animals

She also loves how sweet you are with others, always giving your time and never hesitating to help someone out

Jeongyeon could feel her heart start to soften a bit just from being around you for the past couple of months

She tries very hard to keep her feelings on the down-low, but sometimes it slips out

"You look pretty today Y/N."

Glares at other cowboys when they look at you

Tries to impress you here and there by lifting heavy things, and doing cool trick shots with her pistols

She always thinks about you when she's off traveling with the gang

You fell in love with her loyalty and her easy-going personality, wondering why people were so scared of her in the first place

Overtime you would catch yourself looking at her too, paying extra attention to her muscular arms

The feelings you started developing for her really threw you off at first

She was known as an outlaw, a terrifying one at that

Was she just faking her personality around you? Would she be as ruthless to you if you ever got into a relationship with her?

It was really confusing, but no matter how hard you tried to suppress your feelings, they just kept growing with each kind gesture she would do for you

The confession

One day she came in bearing some cuts and injuries from a gunfight

"Jeongyeon what the hell happened?"

You somewhat panicked to say the least

She felt embarrassed to say the least, knowing she was sitting in front of her crush all bloody and injured

"I was ambushed... Jihyo had to come to rescue me."

You sighed, quickly rushing to the back and grabbing medical supplies

"Here, come sit down.

She begrudgingly sat down on the stool, looking up at you as you started tending to the wound on her face

A few minutes of silence went by, and the only thing that could be heard was her wincing in pain as you dabbed alcohol on the open wounds

"Ow ow Y/N! Dammit, that hurts..."

"I know I know just sit still. I'm almost done."

"Mmmm... Y/N you should just leave it like that so I can get a cool scar."

The stupid smirk on her face immediately pissed you off, knowing she was trying to completely disregard what just happened to her

"Shut up..."

"What?"

"I said Shut up! It's not funny Jeongyeon."

She was completely taken aback, definitely not expecting you to raise your voice at her like that

"Y/N? What's wrong? I didn't mean to-"

You stepped back, taking a few seconds not to tend to her wounds for a second

"What's wrong? I tell you what's wrong. It's the fact that you're not even worried about the fact that you almost died out there!"

She looked down, feeling a little guilty that she didn't take it too serious

You sighed, covering your face with frustration

But as you tried to speak, your voice came out shaky, tears threatening to fall from your eyes

"I worry about you Jeongyeon... "

Her head immediately shot up, and she looked at you like she had just seen a ghost

"Wait... Y/N... You worry about me?"

You moved your hands from your eyes and nodded, taking a step closer to her so you could move the hair away from her face

"Yes. Everyday. I worry that you won't come back to me, and I'll be alone all over again."

Jeongyeon couldn't believe it

"B-but why?"

Your voice went to a low whisper, "Because... I love you Jeongyeon."

Her eyes widened, realizing that someone in this world as great as you truly loves her

"You do?"

You nodded, feeling a bit nervous because you could either die for telling her such a thing, or she could reciprocate those feelings

"I love you too Y/N. More than anything in this world."

It was your turn to be surprised

Your hand faltered from her face, dropping down to the side of your waist, and your frown slowly turning into a smile

"You do?"

Jeongyeon stood up, towering over you with her huge height difference, and moved the hair out of your own face like you did to hers earlier

Then she leaned in, wrapping her strong arms around you and bringing you into a hug

Your body froze, your mind froze, everything froze

After a couple seconds, you hugged her back, burying your face into her chest and squeezing her tightly

Happiness surged between the both of you, blossoming a new relationship in the world full hate and uncertainty

Jeongyeon was the first one to pull away, wearing a warm smile on her face that you could never forget

"You should've told me earlier silly." You said breaking the silence

She chuckled, bringing her hand up to gently caress your cheek with her thumb again

"I could have, but the wait was worth it."

Relationship

A bit reserved at first, but opens up more once she gets to know you better

You soon find out that the terrifying outlaw, was really just the biggest teddy bear behind that serious demeanor of hers

She's not really a big fan of cuddling, but when you guys do end up doing it, she secretly likes being the little spoon

Her favorite thing is going to sleep with you

She loves being able to hold you in her arms and guarantee that you're safe with her

"I love you... Sweet dreams Y/N."

Loves to hug you from behind and sway with you in the kitchen or wherever you two are standing

Kisses you at the most random times

You'll be standing there talking to one of her gang members about something, and she'll just walk by and kiss you on the forehead

One of her favorite things is making you flustered or seeing you shy when she kisses teases you about something

In public she never shows any affection

She's terrified of something happening to her or to you

It kills her inside when she can't hold your hand while shopping, but endures it for your safety

Speaking of safety, being with her is like being protected by ten people

Is friendly to NO ONE

Sometimes you'll try to remind her to smile so she doesn't look so scary

But she refuses most of the time

"I'm not smiling for these bastards."

It's almost impossible for her to fake her emotions around people

She will not hold back when someone flirts with you

"Do you really think she would choose you over me? Pathetic."

Extremely protective of you

Gets anxious even if you get something as small as a paper cut

"Are you okay Y/N? Let me see."

Is a very good caregiver surprisingly

Learned how to cook while you were sick so she could make some chicken noodle soup for you

Would absolutely do anything for you

Even if it meant declaring a war against the government

Has some anger issues

She learns to tone down her anger quite a bit once you two start dating

As busy as she is, she always makes it her top priority to spend some quality time with you

She teaches you how to ride a horse, and you guys have many horse riding dates where you ride off into the sunset

But when she found out you couldn't ride a horse, she couldn't quit laughing

"So you're telling me that you work at a horse stable, but you don't know how to ride a horse?"

Hearing her laugh was so cute, but also so annoying since she still brings that up to this day

Also teaches you how to handle yourself in a fight

Training with her was very interesting...

She was a little bit hard on you, but only because it was a serious thing, and she wanted you to be able to fight

Has a terrible smoking habit

But all it took for her to quit was seeing you cough once from the smoke she accumulated

She immediately threw out her whole stash the next day

Takes on you on trips with her quite often when the gang has to move around

Lets you wear her hat every once in a while

Loves to have deep talks every night with before you go to bed

You find out about her past, and why she’s tge way she is

She’ll tell you other stories of being out on the frontier, and she still feels so lucky to be alive

Jeongyeon is not much of a talker, she’s more of a listener

Will listen to you for hours on end because of how much she loves your voice

Is so so whipped for you

Calls you princess <3

Her eyes light up every time you walk into a room, or when she hears your voice

You always help her with target practice, often spending hours watching her in awe as she hits multiple bullseyes

She doesn't think its that big of a deal though

Refuses to drink any alcohol around you

You've told her plenty of times you don't mind it, but she still insists

Her reputation to you is very important since she's terrified of you thinking she's an evil person

But to her dismay, you don't think of her that way at all

Is insecure about the way she looks :(

She hates the scars on her face and the ones on her body, often wearing long sleeve shirts and never taking off her hat unless she's alone with you

"No Y/N... It shows too much of my face."

You reassure her most days, telling her she looks absolutely beautiful in your eyes

Over time she starts to feel a little less insecure, getting the courage to roll up her sleeves every now and then

To your surprise, she's actually very intelligent

(Back then education wasn't really a thing in the west, so most were illiterate or couldn't write)

"Y/N have you read this before? I heard it's a really good book."

"Wait, you can read?!"

"Yeah... Doesn't everybody know how to do that?'

Teases you like crazy

You guys bicker back and forth like an old married couple

But it's all in good fun <3

If she realizes she's losing the argument, she'll back down and let you take the win

One thing about this girl is that she's extremely stubborn

If the whole world were crashing down on her she still wouldn't budge

"I am not wearing that dress Y/N."

The ONLY exception is that if it's something that makes you happy, then she'll begrudgingly do it

Looks at you like you're her whole world

She’s very very loyal

Thinks about marriage every now and then, but is too afriad to attempt it because of the homophobia floating around

Brings you back a diamond ring one day that she got off of a bounty target

“Did you get this from The Windy Willy?”

“Yeah… Of course Y/N. A dead guy can’t really have much say in the matter. Besides, I think it’s time I consider you my wife anyways.”

Jeongyeon is by far the best outlaw to date, and would stay with you until her final days

Her favorite memory of you is when she first met you at the bar <3

In the Bedroom

(mentions of fingering, strap-ons, pussy eating, & degrading)

She's on the rougher side

But never does anything you're not comfortable with

Ties your hands together so you can squirm beneath her

Leaves little hickeys and bite marks as she kisses you all across your body

Likes to slowly slides her fingers into your pussy and see how easily you take them in

"You take my fingers so well princess."

Afterwards when you cum on her hand, she makes you clean it up by licking it off her fingers

"Look at you being so dirty for me Y/N... What happened to you being so innocent hm?"

Her dirty talk is elite

Loves just walking up behind you while you're doing something innocent, and makes you flustered with something she says

Also like to randomly smack your ass when she walks by you

Will secretly stare at you from afar and basically eye fuck you

She’s definitely the type to get jealous

But doesn’t really get mad at you for it

Unless you try to rile her up on purpose

Once a cowboy was flirting with you and touching your arm, and you let him do it, seeing what Jeongyeon would do

Let’s just say… you never thought of doing it again

Leaves the biggest hickeys on your neck to show that you’re mysteriously taken by someone

When she’s jealous she gets very aggressive

Picks you up with her strong arms and manhandles you

Uses her thick strap on and doesn’t even give you time to adjust

“Mmm you like this dont you? Of course you do you whore… Trying to get me mad on purpose huh?”

Doesn’t let you cum till the very end

Slaps your ass multiple times as punishment

When she goes up to your core to eat you out, she starts with tiny kitten licks, trying to get you as riled up as possible

You practically have to beg her to go harder, or else she won’t do it until she knows you’re at your limit

Pinches your nipples so she can hear a few moans from you

Each time you make a sound or say her name, it always motivates her to go harder

“Yeah? Feel good princess? Let everyone know who’s fucking you like this. Making you feel so good.”

When the punishment is over she’ll kiss you all over, and tell you that she didn’t mean any of the things she said

Her favorite place to make love to you is out in the desert

Not exactly what you’re thinking though

She likes to set up camp all the way out in the middle of nowhere, where no one usually travels, and likes to do it from there

Has you bend over on a table say she can thrust into you from behind

Her favorite position is downward doggy ofc so she can see your bare ass

Or she has you lay down on your back so she can eat you out

“Good job princess… You did so well for me.”

She takes sex very seriously, and doesn’t really ever laugh during it

But afterwards she’s all smiley and smothers you with kisses

[misahyochaeng]

“Blurred Lines”

Jihyo x Fem!Reader

Chapter 7-(?)

Other chapters:

tw: angst, arguments, fluff, mentions of “cheating”, ceo!jihyo, model!reader, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, suggestive topics, abuse of alcohol. honorable mentions of 2yeon + tzuyu !!

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The air outside was thick with the weight of the evening as you pulled into the driveway. The soft hum of your car’s engine faded into silence as your eyes locked on the unfamiliar vehicle parked next to Jihyo’s. A wave of unease washed over you, your grip on the steering wheel tightening as you stared at the car.

For a moment, you debated turning around, leaving whatever awaited you behind that front door. But you shook the thought off, stepping out into the dim light of dusk. As you approached the house, the door swung open, and your heart dropped.

There she was—Sana.

Her sharp gaze immediately found yours, her perfect smile faltering ever so slightly before it shifted into something polite yet condescending. She lingered in the doorway, adjusting the collar of her coat as though she had all the time in the world. “Oh, look who decided to show up,” she said lightly, her tone dripping with false warmth.

You crossed your arms, forcing your voice to remain steady. “I live here.” Sana’s eyes glinted with something almost predatory. “Do you?” she murmured, taking a slow step forward.

You didn’t reply, but the way her lips curved upward sent a chill down your spine. She adjusted her hair, and that’s when you noticed it—a faint purple mark just below her ear.

Your blood ran cold.

Sana noticed your gaze lingering and tilted her head slightly, her smile widening. “Oh, this?” she asked, feigning innocence as her fingers brushed the mark. “Long night, you know how it is.”

Her tone was casual, but the pit in your stomach deepened. “What are you doing here?” you demanded, your voice sharper now.

Sana’s brow arched. “Helping Jihyo, of course,” she replied with a sweetness that felt like poison. She leaned in just slightly, lowering her voice as though sharing a secret. “She’s been through a lot lately… feeling so lost, so alone. Someone had to be there for her.” Your jaw clenched, anger bubbling beneath your skin.

Sana straightened up, brushing imaginary dust off her coat. “Sometimes, people need a little… nudge to see what’s right for them. You wouldn’t understand, though. It’s fine.” Her words stung, though you couldn’t fully grasp why. She flashed one last smile, her gaze lingering on you with a victorious edge before she stepped past you toward her car.

“Take care, Y/N,” she said over her shoulder, her voice light but tinged with something darker. “Not everything can stay together, you know, with a simple touch it can break apart.”

You stood frozen in place, her words echoing in your mind. You didn’t fully understand what she meant, but something about the way she said it made your stomach churn. Inside, the house was quiet, save for the faint sound of music playing from the living room. You followed the sound, your steps hesitant as you braced yourself for what you might find.

Jihyo was sprawled on the couch, a glass of wine dangling precariously from her fingers. Her hair was messy, her lipstick smeared, and her blouse hung loosely off one shoulder, exposing a faint mark on her collarbone and around her cleavage.

The sight made your chest tighten. “Jihyo?” you called softly. She stirred at the sound of your voice, her head rolling to the side as her bleary eyes focused on you. A drunken smile tugged at her lips. “Sana,” she slurred, her voice thick and slow. “I thought you left.” Your breath hitched.

“Jihyo, it’s me,” you said firmly, staying rooted to the spot. Her smile faded slightly, her expression confused. “What are you doing back?” she mumbled, her words slurring together. “I… I thought you didn’t want to be here anymore.”

“I never said that,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

Jihyo let out a soft whine, setting her glass down on the table with a shaky hand. “You’re always so mad at me,” she murmured, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. “I know you said… said that maybe I should forget Y/N, but….” Her breath hitched as she held back tears.

Your heart sank at her words. “I’m not Sana,” you repeated, but Jihyo didn’t seem to hear you. Her hand reached out, brushing against your arm as she pulled you closer. “You said this would make me feel better,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “But it doesn’t. It doesn’t work. Having sex with you doesn’t work, Sana. Not anymore.”

You froze as she leaned forward, her lips ghosting over your neck. “Jihyo, stop,” you said, your voice trembling, but she didn’t listen. “Sana, baby, don’t leave again,” she murmured, her tone desperate.

The word made your stomach churn, and you pushed her away gently but firmly. “Jihyo, stop it!” you snapped, taking a step back.

Her expression crumbled, confusion and hurt flashing across her face. “What did I do wrong this time?” she mumbled, her voice small and broken. “Why is it always wrong with you? You always lure me in just to push me away, Sha! I’m tired.” You didn’t have an answer. Without another word, you turned and walked toward your room, slamming the door shut behind you.

You slid down the door, burying your face in your hands as your chest tightened with guilt and anger. You could still hear Jihyo softly crying in the living room, and it only made the ache in your heart worse.

You didn’t know what was happening to the two of you anymore, but for the first time, you wondered if you could ever fix it.

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The sunlight filtered weakly through the blinds as the sound of retching broke the morning’s fragile quiet. You stirred awake, your body sluggish with the weight and ache of emotions from the night before. At first, the sound seemed distant, like a bad dream, but as it persisted, you realized it was Jihyo. She was in the bathroom.

You felt sick to the stomach—not just from worry about her physical state but from the lingering doubt and unease. Memories from the night before flickered in your mind like a broken film reel. And Sana... You shook your head, unwilling to follow that thought to its conclusion.

Dragging yourself out of bed, you padded toward the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar, and you pushed it open cautiously. Jihyo was on the bathroom floor, hunched over the toilet, her body trembling as she heaved. Her hair was a tangled mess, sticking to her damp skin, and her makeup was smeared across her cheeks like shadows of the previous night’s chaos.

You knelt down beside her without hesitation. Your hand hovered awkwardly before finally resting on her back, rubbing gentle circles. “Easy, Jihyo,” you murmured softly, trying to keep your voice steady. “You’re going to make yourself sick—well, sicker.”

At the sound of your voice, she jolted and turned her head, her bloodshot eyes narrowing in disbelief. “What the hell?” she croaked, her voice rough and weak. “It’s you?”

She tried to sit up, but the effort made her gag again, and she bent forward over the toilet. You didn’t move, quietly grabbing a damp washcloth and holding it out to her.

“Stop,” she mumbled groggily. “I’m disgusting.”

You scoffed, your attempt at levity hiding the sinking feeling in your chest. “You’re not disgusting. You’re hungover, there’s a difference. Besides, I’ve seen worse. I’m your wife, remember?”

The words slipped out before you could stop them, and you immediately regretted it. Jihyo turned her head slightly, her lips twitching into a faint, bitter smirk. “Oh, so you’re admitting it now?” You rolled your eyes, heat rushing to your face. “Don’t flatter yourself. I’d rather die.”

Despite her condition, Jihyo let out a breathy laugh, but the momentary lightness was short-lived. Her gaze dropped to your neck, and her expression darkened. “What’s that?” she asked sharply, her voice low but pointed.

You instinctively raised a hand to your neck, covering the faint mark she’d left the night before. “It’s nothing,” you muttered, but Jihyo’s piercing stare told you she wasn’t buying it.

“Oh, sure,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Let me guess—Momo?” The accusation made your blood boil, and you shot to your feet. “What is wrong with you?” you snapped, your voice trembling with anger. “Why do you always assume the worst of me?”

Jihyo pushed herself up from the floor, bracing against the counter for balance. Her dark eyes glared into yours, and her tone turned sharper. “Because it’s obvious!” she shouted. “You’ve been staying with her, and now you’ve got that on your neck? What else am I supposed to think?”

Your fists clenched at your sides, frustration bubbling to the surface. “You don’t get to play the victim here, Jihyo! You’re the one covered in marks! You’re the one who—” Her face froze, her lips parting slightly as if to speak, but no words came.

“You’re the one that did this, Jihyo,” you said, your voice quieter but no less heated. She faltered, her gaze darting away. “No... I didn’t...” she mumbled, barely audible.

“Didn’t what?” you pressed, leaning closer. She hesitated, then mumbled, “I didn’t give you that mark. I did it with San—” Her voice cut off abruptly, and her eyes widened, realizing too late what she’d just admitted.

“I know,” you said, your tone flat, but your chest burned. Jihyo’s eyes met yours, wide and panicked, but she didn’t try to explain herself. For the first time, she seemed at a loss for words.

“You’re the one who gave me these marks,” you continued, gesturing to your neck. “Last night, when you were too drunk to even realize who I was.” Her face crumpled, her hand reaching out toward you, but you stepped back. “I didn’t mean—”

“Save it,” you interrupted, your voice trembling with barely restrained hurt. “It doesn’t matter. None of this matters, Jihyo. We’re not really together, remember?”

The weight of your words seemed to hit her like a punch, but you couldn’t bear to stay there any longer. You turned on your heel and walked out of the bathroom, leaving her standing there, stunned and silent.

Once you reached your room, you shut the door behind you, leaning against it as your legs gave out. You slid to the floor, your head resting against your knees as tears blurred your vision.

On the other side of the door, you could hear Jihyo’s muffled voice, her tone pleading and broken. But you didn’t respond. You couldn’t. Every time you let yourself get close, she managed to rip you apart, and you didn’t know how much more of it you could take.

You pressed your palms against your face, trying to stifle your sobs. The marks on your neck felt like a brand, a cruel reminder of how tangled everything had become. But what haunted you most wasn’t just the pain—it was the part of you that still cared, that still wanted her, despite everything.

You shook your head, willing yourself to push those thoughts away. But as the quiet settled around you, you knew this wasn’t over. It was never over. Not with Jihyo. Not with Sana. Not with this mess you’d been dragged into.

After a good while, Jihyo walked in quietly, her heels clicking softly against the floor. You kept your eyes shut, pretending to be asleep, even though your heartbeat picked up the moment you heard her enter. She paused, standing near the bed for a long moment, before the mattress dipped slightly as she sat down next to you.

You almost flinched when you felt her hand. It was tentative at first, brushing against your arm, then more deliberate as her fingers trailed to your shoulder. Her touch lingered like she wasn’t sure what she was allowed to do—or what she wanted to do.

For a moment, her fingers traced small circles on your shoulder, so gentle it made something in your chest tighten. Then, as if catching herself, she pulled away abruptly. You heard her shuffle around the room, footsteps heading out and back in again, something soft hitting the floor with each return. It sounded like... boxes? Bags? Your curiosity gnawed at you until you finally stirred, letting out an exaggerated yawn and stretching as though you’d just woken up.

Jihyo turned to face you, her face neutral but her sharp eyes taking you in like she was trying to read your thoughts. “Finally,” she said, her voice tinged with sarcasm. “The Sleeping Beauty awakens.” You grumbled, rubbing your eyes. “What are you even doing?”

She motioned toward the vanity, now cluttered with an array of hair and makeup tools. “We’re going out tonight.” Your eyebrows shot up. “Since when do we go out?”

“I’m going out,” she corrected, emphasizing the “I.” “But you’re coming with me.”

“Why?” you asked, wary.

She hesitated, glancing at the vanity as though it might give her an excuse. “We need to make a public appearance. Media optics, remember? People are starting to talk.” Her tone was clipped, almost defensive. Something in her demeanor made you narrow your eyes. “You could’ve just gone with Sana,” you said flatly, not even sure why you brought her up.

Jihyo froze for a second, then shrugged. “She hasn’t reached out since... the other night,” she admitted, her voice low. “Besides... I’d rather you come.” The last part was so quiet you weren’t sure if you’d heard it right. “Right,” you said, leaning back. “And you think I’m just going to—”

“Sit,” she interrupted, grabbing your hand and pulling you toward the vanity. You resisted at first but gave in, plopping down in the chair. She stepped in front of you, her fingers brushing your jaw as she inspected your face.

“Stay still,” she said, her voice softer now, almost like a plea.

Her hand moved to your cheek, a damp cotton pad in her fingers as she gently wiped your face clean. It wasn’t what you expected—her touch wasn’t harsh or rushed. It was deliberate, careful. You watched her out of the corner of your eye, noticing how her usual rigid posture had softened, her movements fluid and unguarded for once.

She leaned in closer, her perfume faint but intoxicating. “You’ve got to trust me for this,” she murmured, almost to herself. You snorted. “Trust? You?” Her lips twitched into the faintest smile, but she didn’t respond.

Minutes passed as she worked in silence, her focus entirely on you. Her fingers occasionally brushed your skin, sending small, electric shocks down your spine.

“Done with the makeup,” she finally said, stretching her arms. She winced and pressed a hand to her lower back. “Ugh, my posture’s horrible.” You gestured to the chair next to you. “You could just sit there instead of hovering.”

Jihyo glanced at it, then rolled her eyes. “Nope,” she said simply, before swinging a leg over your lap and straddling you.

Your brain short-circuited.

“What the hell are you doing?” you stammered, your hands instinctively hovering near her hips but not daring to touch. She didn’t even look at you. “This is easier,” she muttered, grabbing a brush. “Easier?” you echoed, your voice rising an octave. “There’s literally a chair right there—”

“Shut up,” she snapped, her voice sharp but not unkind. Her knees pressed against your thighs, her hand resting lightly on your collarbone as she started working on the front details your hair. You tried to focus on anything but the feeling of her weight on your lap or the soft warmth of her breath against your cheek.

“Stay still,” she murmured again, her tone softer now. You swallowed hard, nodding despite yourself.

When she moved on to your lips, the atmosphere shifted. Her fingers traced the outline of your mouth with a lip liner, her touch slow and deliberate. Her gaze fixed on your lips, lingering far longer than necessary.

The room felt impossibly still.

“Almost done,” she whispered, but her voice was distant, distracted.

Her eyes flicked to yours, then back to your lips. You swore you saw her tongue dart out to wet her own. You held your breath, unsure if you were imagining the way her face inched closer to yours. The tension was palpable, heavy.

And then—

The cool, sticky feel of lip gloss broke the spell.

“There,” Jihyo said abruptly, stepping back as though nothing had happened. Her tone was curt, businesslike, but her movements were stiff, almost uncertain. “All done.”

You exhaled shakily, trying to calm your racing heart.

“Now get dressed,” she said, her back to you as she started packing up the tools. “We leave in an hour.”

She didn’t look at you again, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted between you—and that she was just as terrified of it as you were.

The outfit Jihyo had chosen for you was something you’d never have picked for yourself, but as you smoothed the fabric over your body, you couldn’t deny it looked good. It was undeniably her style—sleek, sharp, and professional—but with just enough of your personality in the details to make it feel like a compromise.

“Jihyo dresses pretty,” you muttered to yourself, then froze. Heat rushed to your face as you facepalmed, groaning softly. “What the hell am I even saying?”

Shaking off the thought, you stepped out of the closet. Jihyo was sitting on the couch, scrolling through her phone, her posture as perfect as ever. She didn’t just sit—she posed without even trying. Even in a casual moment, she somehow managed to radiate confidence.

You cleared your throat. “I’m ready.” Her head snapped up, and for a second, her expression softened, her eyes widening as she took you in. She quickly recovered, her face neutral again, but not before you caught the faintest flicker of something unreadable.

Her gaze traveled over you—up, down, lingering too long on your chest before flicking back to your face. Your cheeks flushed as you shifted uncomfortably under her scrutiny.

“Stop staring,” you muttered, looking away. “I’m not,” she replied, far too quickly, her voice tinged with an edge of defensiveness.

She stood, walking toward you with measured steps, closing the distance between you effortlessly. Her hand reached for yours, and she locked her fingers with yours in a gesture that felt too deliberate to be casual.

“Let’s go,” she said, her voice low. “They’re waiting.” The touch of her hand lingered even as she led you to her white Mercedes parked in the driveway. The car gleamed under the city lights, as polished and pristine as she always seemed to be.

She opened the passenger door for you, her movements fluid and practiced. You paused for a second, quirking an eyebrow at her. “Wow,” you teased. “Gentlewoman.” She rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “Don’t get used to it. I’m already regretting this.”

You laughed softly, sliding into the seat. As soon as you were settled, she closed the door behind you with a soft click and moved around to the driver’s side. She climbed in, adjusting her seatbelt, and with a turn of the key, the car purred to life.

The drive was quiet at first, the hum of the engine filling the air between you. You stared out the window, the blur of city lights painting your thoughts in streaks of yellow and white.

From the corner of your eye, you noticed Jihyo’s hand leave the steering wheel, hovering near the gear shift. She tapped her fingers against the console, almost nervously, before her hand inched closer to your side.

Your heart skipped as her hand hesitated before landing lightly on your thigh. The touch was cautious, as if testing the waters, but the warmth of her palm seeped through the fabric of your pants. You stiffened, every nerve in your body alert.

“Relax,” she muttered, her voice soft but steady, “Relax?” you echoed, your voice higher than you wanted it to be. “Jihyo, your hand is—”

“It’s just a hand,” she cut in, her tone almost teasing. You turned to her, glaring half-heartedly. “Eyes on the road.” She smirked faintly, her eyes never leaving the windshield. “Always.”

But her hand stayed where it was, her thumb brushing lightly against your thigh in a motion that felt too deliberate to ignore.The rest of the drive felt endless, the tension crackling between you. You tried to focus on the city passing by outside, but all you could feel was the weight of her hand and the unspoken questions hanging heavy in the air.

By the time she pulled up to the venue, you weren’t sure if you were more relieved or disappointed that the ride was over.

The club's energy buzzed around you like static, neon lights throwing fragmented reflections across the walls. You were still trying to process the idea of spending an evening surrounded by Jihyo’s friends, let alone actually enjoying yourself. But here you were, somehow already drawn into their orbit.

Nayeon was the first to latch onto you, her arm casually hooking around yours as though you’d known each other for years. Her presence was magnetic, her laugh loud enough to cut through the thrum of the music. “So, you’re Y/N,” she said, her eyes twinkling with playful curiosity. “The one Jihyo’s been stuck with all this time?”

You raised an eyebrow, unsure if it was meant as a compliment or a dig. “That’s me. The one and only.” Nayeon grinned, giving you a once-over. “You’re… not what I expected.”

Before you could ask what exactly she did expect, Jeongyeon leaned in, a sly grin on her face. “That’s Nayeon’s way of saying you’re better-looking than she imagined.”

“Jeongyeon!” Nayeon hissed, lightly smacking her arm, though her laugh betrayed her embarrassment. Jeongyeon ignored her, tipping her drink toward you. “Don’t mind her. She flirts with literally everyone. It’s how she survives.”

“Don’t listen to her,” Nayeon retorted, flipping her hair dramatically. “I’m just naturally charming. Right, Y/N?” You shrugged, playing along. “If you say so.” Jeongyeon smirked. “Anyway, what’s it like living with Jihyo? Is she as terrifying as she looks?”

You glanced over your shoulder at Jihyo, who was quietly sipping her drink, her gaze occasionally drifting toward the group. “Oh, absolutely. She’s like a drill sergeant but with better outfits.”

Jeongyeon burst into laughter, nearly spilling her drink. “I like you already.”

The conversation flowed as the group teased you relentlessly, often dragging Jihyo into the topic.

Jeongyeon nudged Nayeon and tilted her head toward Jihyo, who was still perched at the bar. “Do you see how she keeps looking over here?”

You turned your head slightly, catching Jihyo’s gaze just as she quickly looked away, pretending to focus on her drink. “See?” Nayeon said, grinning. “She’s totally checking you out.”

You rolled your eyes. “That’s not the look of someone with a crush. That’s the look of someone wondering how fast she can file for divorce.” The group erupted into laughter, but Nayeon leaned in conspiratorially. “You’re wrong, you know. I’ve known Jihyo a long time. That’s definitely not her *divorce* face.”

“Oh? And what’s her divorce face look like?” you asked, genuinely curious despite yourself. “It’s scarier,” Nayeon replied with a wink. “Great,” you muttered, shaking your head.

Jeongyeon, still laughing, clinked her glass against yours. “You’re fun. No wonder Jihyo’s stuck with you.”

“She didn’t exactly have a choice,” you reminded her, your tone light but your words carrying a bit more weight than you intended. Jeongyeon caught it but didn’t press. Instead, she raised her drink. “Well, here’s to arranged marriages. They make for great entertainment.” Nayeon grinned, raising her glass as well. “Cheers to that.”

Across the room, Jihyo watched the exchange with a faint frown, her drink forgotten on the bar. When she finally approached, the group quieted, their teasing tones instantly shifting to something more neutral.

“What are you all talking about?” Jihyo asked, her voice even but her eyes flickering toward you.

“Nothing!” Nayeon chirped, her expression far from innocent

Jeongyeon smirked. “Just getting to know your wife.” Jihyo’s jaw tightened slightly at the word wife, but she quickly composed herself. “Well, don’t overwhelm her.”

Sensing the tension, you excused yourself to sit by Tzuyu, who had been quietly observing everything. “They’re intense,” you said, sitting beside her. Tzuyu smiled slightly, her calm presence immediately soothing. “You’ll get used to them.”

The conversation with Tzuyu was light and easy, her subtle humor pulling a genuine laugh from you. Meanwhile, you noticed Nayeon and Jeongyeon huddled around Jihyo, clearly scheming something. “They’re planning something,” you muttered to Tzuyu.

“They always are,” she replied, her tone dry but amused. Moments later, Jihyo walked over, her usual confidence tinged with hesitation.

“Do you want to dance?” she asked, her voice softer than usual. You blinked, surprised. “What?”

“Dance with me,” she repeated, holding out her hand. You smirked. “Wow, Jihyo. So romantic. How could I possibly say no?” Her jaw tightened, but she didn’t retreat. “If you don’t want to, just say no.”

Your teasing demeanor softened at the vulnerability in her tone. “Relax. I was just joking,” you said, taking her hand. “Let’s dance.”

Nayeon and Jeongyeon burst into barely concealed laughter behind her, making you roll your eyes.

Jihyo led you to the dance floor, her hand firm but not overpowering. As you moved together, the buzz of the club faded, and for a moment, it was just the two of you, caught somewhere between the warmth of the moment and the weight of everything unsaid.

The club’s energy swirled around you, loud and chaotic, but all you could focus on was Jihyo. She held your hand firmly as the two of you swayed to the rhythm of the music. Her grip tightened slightly as she pulled you closer, her eyes gleaming with something you couldn’t quite place.

Your heart skipped a beat when her breath brushed against your cheek, but you refused to let it show. “You smell like alcohol,” you teased, pulling a face and pretending to gag.

Jihyo rolled her eyes but smirked. “Oh, please. You smell like alcohol too,” she shot back, leaning just a little closer, her tone playful. “I do not!” you protested, but your voice wavered slightly under her gaze. She arched a brow, her lips curling into a teasing grin. “Do too,” she said simply, her hands hovering near your hips.

You stilled as her fingers ghosted over the fabric of your outfit. There was hesitation in her touch, a fleeting moment where you thought she might pull away. Instead, she let out a small sigh and placed her hands firmly on your hips, her fingers squeezing just enough to send a jolt of awareness through you. “See? Not so bad,” she said, her voice dipping into something softer, almost... tender.

Your breath hitched as her head tilted, her eyes trailing over your face. The teasing edge in her expression melted away, replaced by something quieter, more vulnerable. “Actually,” she murmured, leaning in so that only you could hear her, “you smell good.”

Your chest tightened, and before you could say anything, she dipped her head closer, her nose brushing against your neck.

“Jihyo—”

“Shhh,” she whispered, her breath warm against your skin. “Please… just let me enjoy the moment.”

Her words sent a shiver down your spine, the vulnerability in her voice something you weren’t used to. Your hands instinctively gripped her shoulders for balance as her hips began to sway in time with the music. The bass thumped in your chest, but it was nothing compared to the erratic beat of your heart.

Her movements were slow, deliberate, her body moving closer to yours until the space between you was almost nonexistent. She looked up, her dark eyes locking onto yours. For a moment, neither of you moved, her gaze flickering to your lips, then back to your eyes, again and again.

“You look really pretty,” she said, her voice barely audible over the music. Her tone was raw, unguarded, and it made your cheeks flush. “I like when you’re dressed like this.”

Your breath hitched, the compliment catching you off guard. You tried to shake off the growing tension, glancing behind you to find a distraction. “I think… they’re watching us.”

Jihyo didn’t even look. Her hands on your hips tightened just slightly, her fingers pressing into the fabric. “Don’t look at them,” she murmured, her voice firm but gentle. Her eyes bore into yours, a silent command. “Focus on me. Please.”

The intensity in her gaze made your knees weak, and you nodded without thinking. “Okay,” you whispered.

Jihyo leaned in closer, her lips just a breath away from your ear. “Good,” she whispered, her voice sending shivers down your spine. Her hands guided your hips in time with hers, the rhythm of the music melding with the heat between you.

Her gaze dropped to your lips, her tongue darting out to wet her own. You swallowed hard, unable to look away. The way she studied your face, the way she lingered on your lips, made it impossible to think straight.

“You’re making it hard to focus,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jihyo smirked, her face so close that you could see the faint gloss of sweat on her temple. “Good,” she said again, her voice low, almost teasing. But her eyes betrayed her. They were wide and vulnerable, filled with something unsaid.

Your breath came out shaky as her lips inched closer, but at the last second, she leaned into your neck again, pressing her nose into your skin. “You smell amazing,” she murmured, her voice almost reverent.

“Jihyo,” you whimpered, your hands gripping her arms to steady yourself.

“Just stay still,” she whispered, her hands squeezing your hips again. “Let me… stay here for a little longer.”

For a moment, you let yourself give in, closing your eyes as her breath fanned across your skin, her movements pulling you deeper into the moment.

How long does this ecstacy last?

[asapjens]

TWICE IMAGINE

HOW WOULD THE TWICE MEMBERS REACT TO YOU HAVING A PET WITH THE SAME NAME AS THEM

NAYEON

You and Nayeon have been dating for two whole months, so you thought it was time to take her to the house you grew up in.

When you arrived at your parent's house, the first thing you did was show Nayeon your old room. You showed her your posters, the books you used to read, and your old CDs.

While you were discussing your vinyl collection, your mom called for you to help her with some things downstairs. You told Nayeon that you'd be right back and she was welcome to explore the rest of the house if she wanted to. You kissed her and exited the room.

Nayeon was looking at your One Direction poster when she heard a sound. She looked around the room and was surprised to see a little cotton ball on the edge of the bed.

The bunny hopped in Nayeon's direction and she couldn't help but try to hold it. The bunny found its way into Nayeon's arms and hugged her. Nayeon noticed a little ribbon on the white bunny's neck with an "N" engraved on it.

"Nayeon!" a little girl who looked just like you said, appeared in front of her and gazing at Nayeon's arms.

"I've told you not to leave my room!!" the mini you said.

Nayeon was confused. "Sorry?" she asked.

The little girl looked at her with wide eyes and her mouth in an "O" shape. Nayeon smiled awkwardly.

That's when you entered the room. "Hey baby, my mom wants to know what your favorite dessert is cause she's going to the grocery-"

“Oh hey Olivia, Mommy wants to know if you'd like to go with her," you told your sister while messing with her hair.

"Who is she?" Nayeon heard your sister whisper. You smiled and said, "She's my girlfriend, remember? I told you about her."

Your sister nodded and introduced herself, "Hi! I'm Yn's favorite sister, Olivia." The little girl went to hug Nayeon.

"You're my only sister," you said.

"Hello, I'm Yn's favorite girlfriend, Nayeon," she said, smiling at your sister. Olivia's eyes widened. "Wow! You and her share the same name!" Olivia said, pointing at the bunny that was still in Nayeon's arms.

"I guess we kinda look alike," Nayeon said, petting the bunny.

"Yes! Yn picked her name!" Olivia said, petting the bunny.

Nayeon looked at you with a smirk. "Hey! That's not entirely true. You asked for names and Nayeon just happened to pop into my brain!" you said trying to defend yourself.

Olivia just rolled her eyes and asked Nayeon if she wanted to see the bunny’s clothes.

"Olivia! Are you coming, sweetheart?" you heard your mom's voice. "Can Nayeon come?" "I think Nayeon and Yn want to be together, baby!"

"She means the animal, Mom," you said. "Oh yeah, alright, bring her," your mom said. "Yay!" exclaimed your sister.

Nayeon passed the bunny to your sister. "Bye!" she said, leaving the room happily. "Oh, nice meeting you, Nayeon! You're really pretty!" After that, your sister left to go downstairs.

You gave Nayeon an embarrassed look.

"So... Nayeon, huh?" Your girlfriend laughed.

"I'm sorry! I couldn't think of anything better and she's so impatient. I have no imagination when it comes to naming! I just say the name of someone I love! Like Olivia here, my parents made me choose my little sister's name. And do you know why I picked Olivia?"

Nayeon shook her head.

"She's named after my favorite One Direction song! You know, the song 'I live for you, I long for you, Olivia'?" You said, singing the last part.

Nayeon couldn't help but laugh and then kissed you.

JEONGYEON

When your brother told you he was going to visit you for a few weeks you couldn't help but ask him to bring his lovely dog.

He wasn't surprised at your request since you've always adored animals.

So when he finally arrived at your house you couldn't help but spoil the not-so-little labrador retriever. You couldn't wait until you introduced her to your cute girlfriend.

Jeongyeon planned a cozy evening with you at your place, she ought to surprise you. She bought all your favorite snacks and made a list of movies to watch at home.

She was arriving at your house when she heard a loud bang on the door. She pressed her ear on the door and heard the loud noise again.

She opened the door closely and when she did she felt a heavy weight on her arms. She gasped at the feeling then she heard a loud “Jeongyeon! Come here!” Jeongyeon was confused but relieved when the weight stopped.

“I'm sorry” a male voice called. Now Jeongyeon was even more confused.

“Mhm..” The girl said, then saw your brother closing the backyard door and she relaxed.

“Oh hey, Luke” The blonde greeted your brother. “Hey Jeongyeon sup,” he said hugging the girl.

“How have you been?” Said Jeongyeon, “How was your flight?”. “I've been great, thanks, the flight was good they even gave us those delicious gummies”

“The Red ones or the multicolor ones?” asked Jeongyeon. “Both!” exclaimed the boy with a big smile. “No way,” said a shocked Jeongyeon. “Way”

Your brother and Jeongyeon were talking about trivial things. “So where’s yn?” said the girl sitting on the kitchen counter. “Oh, she went to buy some toys for Jeong-“ your brother was interrupted by the door.

“Jeongyeon baby I’m home where are you sweet girl?, come here and give me a kiss” Jeongyeon blushed at your words and smiled at your baby tone.

When Jeongyeon got up and made her way to you, she felt a heavy force push her to the wall. Jeongyeon gasped at the feeling. Confused, Jeongyeon looked to her right and saw a blonde tail moving with force.

Then she saw how you pet the owner of the tail. And heard your adorable voice praising the big blonde labrador in front of you.

“Look at all the things I found for you!” you exclaimed in a high tone. When you finally looked up and saw your girlfriend with a surprised face in front of you. You smiled and went to kiss her.

“Baby!, you didn’t tell me you were coming. I wanted you to meet Jeongyeon on a special occasion.” You sounded a little disappointed. Jeongyeon smiled at you.

“Meeting who?” she asked, putting her arms around your waist. “Jeongyeon!,” The moment the name left your mouth it followed a loud bark from the cute dog.

“She’s Jeongyeon my brother’s labrador retriever” Jeongyeon heard the (dog) Jeongyeon making snorting sounds. “She’s excited,” said Luke.

“Dude we were talking for like an hour, why’d you never told me about her” said your girlfriend. Your brother just laughed “She would've killed me” Said Luke pointing at you.

“I wanted to be special since you guys share the same name. I know it's kinda silly” You said.

“It's cute,” Jeongyeon said, wrapping your lips around hers.

MOMO

"Omg," Momo heard your voice and became worried at your tone. "Baby?" your girlfriend asked.

"What's wrong?" Momo asked, concerned. "Look at this!" you exclaimed, passing your phone to her. "My parents found this raccoon on their porch!" you said.

"Wow, are your parents okay?" the short-haired one asked. "Yeah, but my dad freaked out when he found him," you laughed.

"Wait," you said. Momo looked at you, sensing some seriousness in your voice. "He kinda looks like you!"

Momo gave you a sharp look. You burst into laughter at her reaction. "I swear! You guys look like twins." Momo rolled her eyes at you and threw herself on top of you.

You started to giggle when Momo began tickling you. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry. You're way cuter than that raccoon," you said through tears of laughter. Momo just tickled you harder.

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It was a chill date for you and Momo. You both walked around the city, holding hands, and Momo bought you anything you said was cute, you guys were just admiring the city lights.

That's when Momo found a pet store that was giving kittens up for adoption. Knowing your love for cats, Momo pointed in that direction. When you saw what your girlfriend was pointing at, you almost collapsed onto the floor.

Momo smiled at your reaction and started pulling you towards the kittens.

"They're so cute!" you said with hearts in your eyes. Momo melted at your reaction. "Hello! They have all been rescued from the streets and have been vaccinated. They're ready to go home with you!" said the girl behind the kittens.

"You heard that, baby? They're ready to go home with us!"

"They are really cute," said Momo, trying to pet the cats. Some of them were scared and backed away a little bit, but after a few minutes, the cats were all around Momo. "They're so cute I'm crying," she said.

You noticed a black little kitten in the back and called for her. You were surprised when she came right to you. "It's purring!" the girl behind them said. "He’s kinda shy. People have been here all afternoon and he never left the corner."

Your and Momo's hearts melted at the statement. "Can we have her?" you asked Momo with puppy eyes. Momo couldn't say no to you. So that's how you two ended up buying all the things for your new roommate: food, a bed, some toys, etc.

"Everything is ready. Congratulations! Do you two have a name yet?" the employee asked.

"Yes, Momo!" you said, petting the baby cat. "What?" Momo asked, confused.

"Baby, it's the perfect name!" you told your girlfriend. "Are you teasing me?" Momo raised her brow.

"What? No! Look at her, she has 'momo' all around her. I love you, I love this kitten, so why not?"

"He's actually a boy," the girl called out.

Momo gave you a sharp look. "Momo is a name for both sexes!" you exclaimed.

"Pleaseeeeeeee," you begged with big puppy eyes that you knew Momo couldn't resist.

"Alright, yeah, Momo it is!" She gave in.

"Yay!" you said, pulling your lips onto Momo's.

SANA

You and your girlfriend, Sana, were visiting your hometown to see your mom. Your mom had planned activities for Sana's visit, and she was really excited since it was her first time in your hometown. She admired everything with adoration and made cute comments about everything you guys visited or saw.

One of the activities planned was a trip to the zoo, and Sana couldn't have been more excited. You both took pictures with the animals and fed them, and Sana even bought giraffe headbands for you and your mother.

As you were about to leave the zoo, you spotted some funny-looking little animals and grabbed Sana's hand, pulling her towards them.

"Aren't they cute?" Sana said, looking at the little creatures. "Wait, Sana, look!" you said, pointing in a specific direction.

Sana turned and followed your gaze. "That white one looks like your friend!" you exclaimed. "That ferret?" Sana laughed at your comparison. "Yeah! He looks like the guy from your company, the one who drew us that one time, remember?" you said, giggling. "Hyunjin?" Sana asked, laughing along.

"Yeah!" you said, still giggling. “They do look alike!" Sana said, looking at the ferret. "Right," you laughed, kissing Sana's cheek.

You both spent some time looking at the hedgehogs, ferrets, and hamsters. That's when you saw some guinea pigs and turned to Sana. "Look! That one's named Sana," you told your girlfriend.

Sana looked at the rodent and laughed. "She looks like me!" Sana said, excited about the similarity.

"But don't worry sweetheart, you're even cuter," you told Sana. She laughed, and you both kissed.

JIHYO

"Baby, I'm home," Jihyo called as she entered the house. She took off her shoes and walked toward the kitchen to leave the takeout food she had bought before coming home.

"Honey?" she called for you again. "I'm in here!" Jihyo heard her girlfriend's voice from the living room. Jihyo walked to the living room, excited to see you since she had been working the whole day.

"Hey sweet girl, I've missed you so much," she said, going to hug you from behind and closing her eyes.

"Me too, baby. How was practice today?" You felt Jihyo's breath on your neck. "It was good, but I'm kinda tired babe," she said as she opened her eyes.

When her eyes were fully open, she gasped and quickly backed down, almost falling to the ground.

"Why is there an owl in our living room?" Jihyo said, sounding scared.

You laughed a little and then said, "You know how my brother is obsessed with Harry Potter, well, since his birthday is coming up, for some reason, my parents thought of buying him an owl, just like Harry's," you said, giving some food to the white owl.

"Wow, your parents are really thoughtful," Jihyo said, giggling. "What's his name?" she asked as she put her arms around your waist and hugged you from behind again.

"He is actually a she. And we're waiting for my brother to name her, but he's an 11-year-old Potterhead with a white owl, so I bet 5 bucks it'll be Hedwig," you told your girlfriend as she turned your face to kiss her.

"We'll see," Jihyo said, laughing.

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A few days passed, and your brother's birthday finally arrived. You and Jihyo, along with the owl, drove to your parents' house for the party.

You guys ate some Harry Potter-themed food, watched the kids break a big piñata, and took some cute pictures of each other—everything you do at an 11-year-old's party.

When the little kids got picked up by their parents, you guys entered the house. "Mom, Dad, can I open my presents now?" your brother asked loudly.

Your parents nodded, and the little one started jumping. "You can't really 'open' the present that Daddy and I got you," your mom told him. Your brother looked at them puzzled.

"And this isn't just a present, baby. You have to take care of her, just like a human being. She's not just some toy. We're giving you this because we think you're ready to have a pet," your mom said.

Your brother started jumping and hugging your mom when he heard the word 'pet.'

As your brother smothered your mother, your dad gave you a look that meant 'bring her now.' You got up and went to get the owl that you had been owlsitting the whole week.

When you entered the living room once more, now with the pet in the cage, your mother pointed at you, and your brother gave you a big gummy smile.

"An owl! Thank you, thank you! I've always wanted one, and she's just like Harry's! I can't believe this! Thank you so much, Yn, you're the best sister ever!" your brother said, hugging your legs.

Jihyo couldn't help but smile at you and your brother's interaction. She thought it was the cutest thing ever.

"So, how are you naming her?" your dad asked.

"Jihyo!" he said, excitedly.

Jihyo blushed at that, while everyone turned to him, confused.

"What?" your mom asked. "Since Yn gave me this awesome present, and since Yn loves Jihyo, and I love this owl!" your brother said, petting the white owl through her cage.

Everyone looked even more puzzled. "Actually, this gift is from Mom and Dad. My gift and Jihyo's present is the Minecraft card," you told him.

"I'm naming the card Jihyo too!"

Jihyo couldn't help but laugh at your brother. "But wouldn't you like to name her Hedwig, I mean, just like Harry's!" Jihyo tried to reason with your brother.

"No, Jihyo is way better," your brother said, unbothered.

"Well, Jihyo it is," you said, looking at your girlfriend. Jihyo laughed a little, feeling a bit embarrassed.

“Why don't we show Jihyo where she'll be staying” your dad told your brother. “Okay!” he said carrying the owl out of the living room.

You sat down with your girlfriend once again. Both of you made eye contact and burst into laughter. “It was kinda cute,” you said. And Jihyo just laughed even harder.

“You own me 5 bucks”

MINA

You and your girlfriend Mina were having dinner at your grandparent’s. You guys were having a great time since all your family loved and appreciated Mina and loved how special she made you feel.

Everyone was laughing at a joke your grandfather had said, Mina's hand was resting on your thigh. After you guys finished laughing, she asked you for directions to the bathroom. You offered to take Mina to the bathroom since it was a big house. Mina smiled and took your hand, allowing you to guide her.

You guys got up and entered the house, holding hands. When you guys arrived in the living room, you stopped when you saw a big fishbowl with big and small fish swimming around.

Mina followed your gaze and pointed at some multicolored fish that was eating.

“That one looks like you," you pointed at a big-eyed yellow-orange fish that was fighting for some food. Mina rolled her eyes at you.

"Really! You have the same eyes," you exclaimed, smirking.

"Yn! That's enough. Stop teasing Mina!" your mom said in Mina's defense. "Look, I'm telling you, she loves you more than me! When someone teases me, she just laughs along!" you whispered to Mina.

Mina just laughed and wrapped her arms around your shoulders, kissing your forehead.

"The bathroom is just down there," you pointed out.

"I'll be waiting here with the other Mina," you told her.

"The other Mina?" the original Mina looked at you confused. You smiled, pointing at the fish. Mina rolled her eyes, smiling.

After dinner, you guys offered to take your mother home. "Oh honey, do you remember my cat Meredith?" your mother asked as you were driving.

"Oh yeah, what's up with her?" you questioned, focusing on the road. "She gave birth! We gave away some of the kittens, but there are still some around the place!"

"Aw! I can't wait to see them," you said happily.

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"Mina, would you like some tea?" that's the first thing your mother said when you guys arrived at her house.

"Yes, thank you, Mrs. Yln," Mina said as you guys sat on the living room couch. Before you could sit down, your mother called for you to help her pour the tea. You sighed and walked towards the kitchen.

"Wait," you heard Mina's voice. You turned around and met Mina's lips. You laughed and softly pulled away. "I'll be right back," you winked at your girlfriend.

While you were gone, Mina started looking at her phone until she heard a ‘meow’ near her. She looked at the rest of the couch and found a little white kitten with big almond eyes. Mina melted at the little animal.

"Hi, baby," Mina said, pulling her hand towards the cat. The cat backed down a little, but with some encouragement, the kitty felt confident enough and got into Mina’s hand. Mina thought she was going to die from cuteness.

When you and your mom put down the teas on the table, you turned to Mina with something white in her hand. "Oh, so you've met Snowy," your mom said.

"You named her Snowy?" you said teasingly. "Well, I was waiting for you to name the rest of them!"

"I think she likes you, Mina," your mom said happily. And it was true, the kitty was all over Mina, and Mina was more than happy, smiling and petting the cat.

"We should name her Mina!" you said. Mina turned to you with wide eyes. "Well, she loves you, baby, and you two are the cutest things ever," you said, kissing Mina's head.

"Oh, I love it!" your mother said.

Mina smiled at you and caught your lips in a quick kiss.

DAHYUN

You loved your job at the zoo. The way you cared for the animals and connected with them was truly admirable. However, there was one aspect of your job that always made you a bit apprehensive - the snakes.

You had an intense fear of snakes. Just the thought of them would send shivers down your spine. But you realized it was time to overcome the fear, so you decided to face your fear head-on. You came up with a unique idea - you would name one of the snakes after your girlfriend Dahyun.

Your co-worker thought it was a brilliant idea and agreed to let you take care of the snakes for a day. As you timidly approached the enclosure, you locked eyes with a beautiful python. With a deep breath, you mustered up the courage to hold the snake, reminding yourself that it now shared your girlfriend’s name.

Surprisingly, as you spent time with the snake named Dahyun, you started to feel a strange sense of comfort. You realized that your fear was slowly dissipating, replaced by a newfound connection with the reptiles you once dreaded.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. You continued to care for the snakes, especially the one named after your girlfriend. You learned about their unique characteristics, their gentle nature, and their importance in the ecosystem. With each passing day, your fear diminished further, replaced by a growing sense of admiration and respect for these creatures.

One sunny day, Dahyun decided to surprise her girlfriend at work. As Dahyun entered the zoo, butterflies fluttered in her stomach.

As she approached her girlfriend's station, Dahyun's eyes widened in awe. There her girlfriend stood, confidently handling the snakes, her smile radiant and her body language relaxed. Dahyun couldn't help but feel a surge of pride for her girlfriend.

When you finally noticed her presence, you walked over with a smile. "Surprised to see me here?" Dahyun said.

"But I'm even more surprised to see you so comfortable with the snakes now. How did you overcome your fear?" Dahyun asked

You chuckled and took Dahyun's hand. "It all started with you, my love. I named that snake after you to help me face my fears. Every time I handle the snakes, I think of you and how you make me feel safe and loved. It gave me the courage to embrace these little guys."

Dahyun's eyes welled up with tears of happiness. She never expected her simple existence to have such an impact. They shared a tender moment, surrounded by the snakes that had brought them closer together.

As Dahyun glanced at the snake named after her, she couldn't help but feel grateful for the reptile since it had transformed her girlfriend's fear into a symbol of love and bravery.

CHAEYOUNG

As you stood outside the studio's door, you impatiently waited for Chaeyoung to open it for you. Your hands were full, making it difficult to open the door by yourself.

But before coming here, something ‘unexpected’ happened. You had thought about buying some food for Chaeyoung since she had been really busy at the studio. However, as you were walking to Chaeyoung's favorite bakery, you noticed a box just outside the store. When you looked down, you saw a black puppy inside.

You couldn't leave the puppy there, so you picked him up and immediately took him to the vet. The vet assured you that he was fine and gave him some vaccines. He also mentioned that you could bring the puppy for adoption next week, but for now, the little dog needed a place to stay.

Finally, the door opened, and Chaeyong’s Co-worker let you in. You hid the puppy behind your back.

"Thank you," you smiled and went inside.

Chaeyoung spotted you from inside the studio. She took off her headphones and came out to greet you with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, a big smile on her face.

"I thought I would come to visit you. I got you... something special," you replied.

She nodded, a little confused. "Okay, close your eyes," you told her, feeling a bit nervous. With anticipation, you unveiled the puppy in front of her. Unexpectedly, the puppy licked your girlfriend's nose.

Chaeyoung opened her eyes in a hurry. "Who's this little guy?" she said, petting the dog.

"His name is Chaeyoung, and he has had all his vaccines. We could take him for adoption next week, but if you spend just a few minutes with him, you'll never want to let him go, and-"

Your girlfriend's laughter interrupted you. "Honey, you got me at his name," she smiled, kissing you.

TZUYU

"Oh, will you look at that!" you heard your mom's voice as you came downstairs. "What are you guys watching?" you said.

"Keira's rabbit just gave birth," your sister told you, excited.

"Who's Keira?" you asked, confused, trying to see the pictures of the bunnies on your mother's phone.

"My best friend!" your sister exclaimed angrily. "Sorry!" you apologized, sticking your tongue out at your sister.

"Look at the bunnies," your mother passed you the phone.

They were really cute, looking like cotton candy fluffy balls. You wanted to eat them. "This one looks like Yn's girlfriend!" you heard your sister's voice as she pointed at a cute brunette bunny. You examined the fluffy ball, and it was true; it looked just like Tzuyu.

"You're right," you chuckled at the thought. "Is Keira keeping all of them?" you turned to your sister.

"Her parents just let her keep two; the others are going to live at her grandma's," your sister told you as she took the phone out of your hands.

"Tell her to keep the Tzuyu one," you said, laughing.

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You were baking with Tzuyu, making some cakes. You loved baking, and Tzuyu loved watching you do things you love, and she got the privilege of licking the spoons!

As you put the cake in the oven and set the timer, you heard your phone ringing. "Sweetie, it's your mom," Tzuyu said, passing you your phone.

You murmured a "thank you, baby." "Hi mom, what's up?" While you were talking with your mom, Tzuyu started washing up the dishes and the things you guys used.

"Hey, so my mom wants me to pick up my sister from a play date. I'll be right back, or do you want to come?" you asked your girlfriend.

Tzuyu nodded at you with a big smile. It had been a long time since she saw your little sister.

You drove in the direction your mom sent you, and you guys arrived after 10 minutes. When you were about to knock on the door, you remembered that you forgot something in the car and told Tzuyu you'd be right back. Before leaving, you gave Tzuyu a quick kiss on the lips.

Before Tzuyu could knock on the door, it opened, and she saw two little girls - one was your sister, and she assumed the other was her friend. "Tzuyu!" your sister hugged her. "Hi!" Tzuyu exclaimed happily. "How have you been?" Tzuyu asked, petting your sister's hair.

"Great! I've missed you!" Before Tzuyu could answer, the other little girl interrupted, "Is her name Tzuyu, like my bunny?" the other girl said.

"Yes! I told you to name her after my sister's girlfriend, remember?" your sister told her friend.

Tzuyu blushed at the comment and laughed. "Your bunny's name is Tzuyu?"

When you arrived at the door once again, you were surprised as the door was opened. You entered your sister's best friend's house and gasped when you saw Tzuyu petting her bunny self. When Tzuyu saw you, she just smiled at you.

"You’re so cute," you murmured.

[nr1chaedickrider]

Three is a magic number - it makes you want me even more.

Acting like a brat doesn't end well.

handcuffs ; degradation ; dacryphilia ; a little bit edging ; a little bit of overstimulating ; some petnames ; use of a whip ; thigh riding ; reader is getting called miss ; not proofread, guys what the fuck happened to me... is this even nr1chaedickrider anymore... ; ^_^

men dni.

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Her ass sways to the left and right side as she walks. Her already short dress rides up even higher, showing her ass off.

You wish that it would atleast show a bit of her underwear - but no.

Her naked ass is right infront of you.

A night that was supposed to be "fun" turned out to you dragging her back home.

A night that was supposed to be about spending time with friends and drinking alcohol turned into you almost throwing her onto your bed.

You straddle her and sit down on her lap, trapping her with your legs.

She sits up and supports her body with her elbows, looking up to you with lidded eyes - and a nasty smirk that comes with it just seconds after.

"Such a slut" you say, breaking the silence.

The tension is thick, the atmosphere of the room full of lust, anger and - sex.

She raises an eyebrow, tries not to smile at the name calling.

"Am I? I think I behaved just like usually."

You scoff, laughing at her statement (which is in your opinion crazy).

"If you call this your usual behavior then we have a big problem." you say, standing up as you walk to the closet.

"Clothes off, now." you add in a tone that makes her cunt throb, in a way that got her so needy for you, in a tone that sounds like you're ordering her to do something (which you are technically really doing).

She obeys, taking her dress off and letting it fall down on the floor before laying down on the bed again.

Your eyes wander around the closet, looking at different boxes, knowing that you're searching for that special box.

You chuckle a little when you find it and open it. Taking out two things -

First, metal handcuffs.

Second, a leather whip, with thin threads that hurt even more when used.

The combination of you and these two things is dangerous.

Sana always had a thing for danger.

Sana also thinks that three is her favorite number.

Handcuffs, leather whip, and lastly, the most important part -

you.

You turn around to the bed again, carrying both of those in your hands as you sit down on her lap again.

She watches you with anticipation, not being able to hide her smirk anymore.

Without saying anything, you take her wrists and attach the handcuffs to them. The cold metal sends Sana a shiver down her spine.

You then look at her again, the whip in your hand.

"Leave your arms over your head." you order her, and she nods.

Your slim fingers slowly trail over her body, touching her in a way that got her craving for more.

Your hand cups her cheek, and you can't hide the chuckle that leaves your mouth when you look at Sana who looks at you so desperately. Sana, who watches you and hopes that you finally do something to help her get off.

At this moment, however, hope doesn't help her.

You stroke her cheek with your thumb before you lean in to kiss her other cheek.

Sana tries to move, tries to catch your lips so desperately, but you move away, your and her lips not even touching for a single second.

She lets out a small whine, making you laugh.

"Do you really think im gonna let you get a kiss so easily?" you ask.

"You're pathetic"

You feel her thighs move against eachother.

"Trying to rub your thighs together to somehow get relief?" you tease her.

"Please-" she asks, no, she begs, brows furrowed as she looks up to you.

The whip hits her chest and she lets out a whimper.

"Please what?" you ask her.

"Please miss-" she lets out, her chest already turning into a light shade of red.

"I need you so bad"

You laugh.

"Too bad."

You get off her lap, opening her legs as you settle inbetween them.

You watch her breathe as she stares at you, she can't stop looking at the way your white wife beater shows off your body so well, and how you're nipples are a little visible because you didn't want to wear a bra today (which is in her opinion problably the best decision ever).

Your finger trails down her stomach to her core, moving it through her folds as she lets out a moan.

You pull your hand away, looking at her slick on your finger.

"You're so desperate.. what am I supposed to do with you baby?" you ask, knowing damn well what you want to do.

Edge her until she is almost crying for you.

Overstimulate her till she begs you to stop while she herself knows she doesn't want you to stop.

"Please.. miss.. just- I need you inside, so fucking bad-" she answers, hips moving slightly in hopes of getting touched.

You laugh a little at her desperateness and at the way she really hopes that you will give in that easily.

But there is no fun to it if you don't make her think that you gave in hm?

Your middle and ring fingers enter her core and she lets out a louder moan, head leaned back.

"God-" she moans.

You move your fingers in a fast way, curling them and hitting the spots that got Sana throwing her head back even more.

You lean closer to her, kissing her neck as your fingers thrust into her. She lets out a whimper when you start to suck and bite on her neck, marking her up.

Your hot breath against her neck and your fingers moving so skillful got her already close to her orgasm.

And she really thought that you would give it to her.

You pull out your fingers that are covered with her slick.

Sana lets out a groan when she feels the emptiness.

"You're stupid" you say, chuckling at the way she pouts a little.

"Turn around" you order, she obeys and turns around so she is on all fours infront of you. She looks at you over her shoulder, her look full of lust and need.

You take a deep breath, trying not to give in immideatly by the way she looks at you that definetly got you wet.

You caress her ass with the whip, Sana still looks at you, not able to take her eyes off you.

"Count them and i'll let you cum baby." you say and she nods, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth.

"one-" she moans out when you hit her, and you definetly can't hide your smile anymore.

You hit her again, "two.." she whimpers.

Your other hand starts to touch her everywhere.

You grope her tits and play with her sensitive nipples as she tries to hold back her moans.

Another hit, "three-".

"Such a good whore for me, aren't you?" you whisper against her body as you kiss her soft skin.

The whip hits her again, the beige skin on her ass slowly fading to a darker shade of red.

"F-four" she moans.

You decide that you won't give her any time to relax anymore.

You hit again, "five"

And again, "six-" her eyes slowly full of tears, her wetness being uncomfortably bothering.

Again, "seven.."

Hit eight and nine happen fast without a single break, making Sana stutter as a tear flows down her cheek.

You hit her for the last time - "ten" she says, and you smile as you put the whip away and caress her ass with your hand.

You turn her around again, on her back.

She pants a little, her arms lifted over her head, the handcuffs tight around her wrists, problably already leaving red marks.

You place your hand on her core, slowly rubbing her clit with your fingers.

She lets out some soft moans, you lean in and kiss her lips, no teasing, no nothing.

Your lips on hers - it feels like kissing the softest pillow in the whole world.

The kiss turns messy pretty fast though.

Sana's breathing gets heavier as you trail kisses down her jaw, adding more hickeys on her neck and collarbone - claiming her as yours.

Your fingers thrust inside with no warning, she moans loud.

You smirk against her skin as you move your fingers with skill.

You continue kissing her everywhere, your lips trailing down to her breast as you take one of her erected buds into your mouth, sucking, licking, and biting a little.

Her moans grow louder, she is overwhelmed in the best way possible. Her climax comes closer as you feel her walls thighten around your fingers.

"Wanna hear you so bad, cum for me like the good girl you are." you say (which sounds more like an order).

She nods a little, eyes closed, her head thrown back.

A little thrusting and teasing her nipples got her cumming on your fingers with a loud moan.

You take your fingers out, cleaning them up a little while holding eye contact with Sana.

"Taste yourself baby" you wait for her to open her mouth as you push your fingers inside, feeling how she sucks on them, feeling how she uses your tongue that got you dripping.

You take them out with a little 'pop' sound.

Before Sana can say anything though, you kneel down - infront of her core, and dive right in.

She starts to turn into a moaning mess again as you suck on her clit.

Her thighs try to close around your head, but you hold them in place with your hands.

"You can touch me." you mumble, the vibrations making her let out another moan.

Her cuffed hands make their way down to your head, gripping your hair as she pulls you closer.

Sana had moments where she could get overstimulated easily.

She moans loud when your tongue enters her hole.

This moment here, is one of them.

She feels you everywhere as her hips buck into your face, her moans turning into desperate whimpers.

Her next orgasm isn't far away when your nose hits her clit as you move your head.

You feel your scalp burning when she pulls at your hair and cums.

She lets your head go seconds after, panting as another tear rolls down her cheek.

You sit up again, looking at her with a smile.

What was Sana's favorite number again?

Three.

Her three favorite things in bed - you, a whip, handcuffs.

Her favorite way of getting off - your fingers, your tongue, your thigh.

Seems like one thing is missing.

You grip her slim waist with your hands as you pull her on your lap.

She looks at you in confusion before she realises.

You flex your thigh and start to move her a little as she moans again.

"W-wait-" she whimpers, the handcuffs on her hands stopping her.

She feels overwhelmed, overstimulated -

and so fucking horny.

She feels like she is going to explode with another orgasm.

But she always loved the pain that comes with it.

You don't even have to grind her on your thigh anymore as she starts moving herself on your thigh, moaning, whimpering, and panting.

"Riding my thigh like a bitch in heat god... You want to cum so bad, don't you?" you ask her, whispering it against her marked up neck as you place kisses on top of them.

She nods and continues to ride you so desperately.

Your hands move up her body as you play with her nipples again, flicking them and even pinching them.

Her moans get louder already, you bite down on her neck again as you leave another mark, sucking and licking over it.

For a moment you think you even had the taste of iron on your tongue.

You look at her, watching how Sana is already so close to her climax as you kiss her again.

You both groan a little against each others lips as her body starts to shake a little as she cums on your thigh.

Sana's head is on your shoulder as she slowly calms down.

"God.." she breathes out.

You giggle a little as you free her from the handcuffs, and see that they really left some marks.

Sana looks at you again, her hands moving on your body until they hold your face.

She moves your head closer so that her lips are right infront of your ear.

She whispers something that makes you want to take off your clothes immideatly - as well as putting on the handcuffs yourself.

"Let me take care of you."

[insomniakisses]

Our Cute Puppy

Requested? yes. 

Reader type;  Puppy!Hybrid Reader, GN!reader

Warnings/Notes; Hybrid au, Polyamorous Twice, Member x Member x Reader, Fluff

Being an idol was hard on its own, but being one of the very few hybrid idols was even harder. You battled with hate from people who didn’t understand hybrids, or care enough about the difference of hybrids and animals. In addition to that you put so much extra pressure on yourself in order to hopefully avoid extra attention that your anatomy didn’t already do.

The girls always worried that you would overwork yourself, so much so that they always mad sure to baby you a little extra. Not because they see you as less than then but simply because they found you so cute and they loved you just like they love each other as partners.

Today was just like any other day for you, practically passing out in the practice room after staying hours longer than the rest of the group. It was almost 4 am when you got back, shuffling through the dorm as quiet as possibly halting when you say the TV on ears flicking on your head at the low noise yet still audible with your ears.

“Hello~” you whisper into the darkness of the living room, your yelp being muffled into Chaeyoung’s shoulder as she hugged you.

“Shhhh Y/n, Nayeon needs her beauty sleep” she winks while you both giggle quietly.

“C’mere!” She cheers quietly, well as quietly as the baby beast can, while pulling you into her lap. You cant help but stare at her while she wraps a blanket round you smiling when she changes the channel to your favourite movie, rubbing your ears and lulling you to sleep.

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When you woke up there were hands on your ears and tail and a pair of arms wrapped tightly around your waist. Lifting your ear up you heard the giggles of Nayeon and Sana, opening your eyes you were met with Sana brushing your tail out while Nayeon rugged at your ear. Chaeyoung still fast asleep you knew you couldn’t move yet, so with a sleepy smile you nuzzled back into her arms.

“Morning you two” you smiled at them both, ears perking up as the smell from the kitchen finally met your nose. Tail wagging uncontrollably, you felt chae wake up all three giggling at your love for food.

Jumping up you rushed into the kitchen where Jeong was making you a coffee, passing it to you with a kiss to the ear and scratch to the other. Sitting next to Tzu you leaned your head on her shoulder kissing it as she began to rub and scratch your ears.

After a breakfast you all went to go get ready, climbing out of the shower and throwing on your sweats you called in Jihyo to help comb out your tail. Coming inside she smiled softly at you, sitting behind you to softly comb your tail out knowing how painful it sometimes can be. Once it was all over she’d give you a kiss for each cheek and hug you while playing with your ears to calm you down.

Practice long and hard as usual, the girls making sure to take regular breaks. About half way through Momo and Mina made sure you sat in between them for a break knowing you wouldn’t take one yourself. You still squirmed around and tried to cut your break short so you ended up in Momo’s lap her placing kisses on your neck to distract you, your tail wagging softly. Hitting Mina knee with every wag causing her to giggle lean over to kiss your cheek.

After practice you all opted on a movie night, having tomorrow off there was no need for an early night. Dahyun had claimed you, pulling you into her arms and demanding cuddles and stealing kisses now and then not that the others minded as they were all doing the same with each other.

a/n; T^T theyre so cute