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Crush - Twice Sana

Requested:  May I request Sana caught reader having a crush on her

Sana x f!reader

Fluff

Words: 882

You couldn't help but feel your heart race every time Sana entered the room. 

Her presence was like a gentle breeze that brushed against your skin, leaving you with a tingling sensation that lingered long after she was gone. 

You tried to hide your feelings, burying them deep within, afraid of the potential consequences if you were to reveal the truth.

You found yourself drawn to every little detail about her – the way her eyes sparkled with laughter, the curve of her lips when she smiled, and the sound of her voice that seemed to soothe your soul. 

You longed to tell her how you felt, but the fear of rejection and the uncertainty of her feelings held you back.

In the quiet moments, when you were alone with your thoughts, you allowed yourself to imagine what it would be like to hold her hand, to feel her lips against yours, to share your life with her. 

But those dreams remained locked away, a world of possibilities that seemed just out of reach.

You found solace in the stolen glances, in the shared laughter and the little inside jokes that only the two of you understood. 

You treasured every moment spent with her, cherishing each memory like a precious gem.

Sometimes, you wondered if she had any inkling of your affection. Did she notice the way your eyes lingered on her, the way your voice faltered when you spoke to her? Or were you just another friend to her, nothing more?

You watched as she interacted with others, trying to decipher any signs that she might feel the same way. But the more you looked for clues, the more uncertain you became. 

It was as if you were standing at the edge of a cliff, wanting to take the leap but held back by the fear of what lay below.

You confided in your closest friends, seeking their advice and comfort. They told you to be brave, to take the risk and tell her how you felt. But it was easier said than done. 

The fear of losing her friendship, the fear of being rejected, was too overwhelming.

So you remained silent, content with being by her side as a friend, knowing that this unspoken love was all you could give. 

You supported her through her ups and downs, celebrating her successes and offering a shoulder to lean on during tough times.

In your heart, you knew that your feelings for her were real and true. They were a part of you, woven into the fabric of your being. 

But for now, you chose to keep them hidden, preserving the friendship that meant so much to you.

“You know,” Sana said, fixing her gaze on you through the mirror. She was putting lipstick on before going back to the set where the rest of the girls were. “I’ve seen you staring”.

Your heart skipped a beat.

“W-what?”

She got up from her chair and turned around to face you. “I’ve noticed your gaze lingers on me for a while before I look at you,” she continued. “And you quickly look away, not allowing me to look at those beautiful eyes”.

You gulped at her words, not understanding what was happening at all.

“I’m not really good at reading signs and as delusional as I can be, I hoped with all my heart that I wasn’t just imagining things,” she said, fidgeting with her fingers, “I even asked the girls and they have been pushing me to confront you for weeks now”.

“S-sana…” you breathed out, your cheeks burning, trying to decide if you were going to deny everything or take a risk, the biggest risk you could ever take.

She giggled. “I noticed the way you look at me, the way your eyes sparkle when we talk,” her eyes still on yours, “and when we are together," she continued, her smile growing more radiant, "you seem to light up. Your entire demeanor changes, as if I have the power to bring joy into your world with just my presence. It is kind of adorable, actually."

You couldn’t help but chuckle at her words. Everything she was saying was real, you felt embarrassed it wasn’t as subtle as you thought it was.

“Why are you doing this?” you asked, your cheeks burning as she took a couple of steps towards you.

She found you extremely cute. 

“I can tell you like me,” she stated, capturing your hand with hers and placing it on her cheek. “I’m just making it easier for the both of us”.

Your eyes widened. 

And she chuckled again.

“You’re so cute,” she said with a big smile, “I was waiting for you to say anything but I decided I had to step up”.

“Sana, I like you”.

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” she whispered, before finally catching your lips with hers. 

After a couple of seconds you pulled back to look at her face. It was happening. Sana liked you back. All of that time thinking it was a one sided thing, Sana was actually waiting for you to do something.

A big smile formed on your face as she caressed your cheek. 

“Kiss me again?” you asked in a whisper.

Sana didn’t have to be asked twice.

[district4loading]

Just Hold Me

Twice Sana x Male reader

6K Words

Content Warning: smut, fluff, really sappy, mentions of depression and abuse, kinda unrealistic elements

Minors DNI

A/N: I came up with the plot for this one with a friend of mine who I met on here not too long ago. Super cool guy who enjoys my fluffier fics so I didn't mind writing this one.

Please enjoy this really... really fluffy fic. More to come!!!

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That's what Sana does, and it's why you know that she's the love of your life.

-

It's the sound of the rain hitting the glass, the endless thudding against your bedroom window that has your attention. You stare at it silently, waiting for her to join you in bed as you lay there cold and almost lifeless. There wasn't anything profound about the harsh rainfall outside, you just needed something—anything—to focus on besides your thoughts.

The rooms dark and everything just feels so heavy. It always gets like this when you're alone. You've gotten better at distracting yourself but on nights like these when there's not one single thing that feels right, it gets so hard.

So you find yourself thinking again, your eyes so empty and lost without any purpose. You were in one of your depressive episodes which came around every few months. You've been able to hide it from her for a while now. You kept a smile on your face, you were never not there for her and you found yourself only letting out your true emotions in the shower or any time you had by yourself.

(Usually in the car right after work)

Being all emotional with Sana is something you never want to do. She's too perfect, too precious, and way too pure to have to deal with the absolute train wreck that you are. Something tells you that you need to be the perfect man for her, be strong, be stoic, be a protector. It's in the back of your mind and it's so loud and persistent that you actually believe it.

You can't be there for her if you're crying in her arms about your problems 

So when you see her beautiful face come through your bedroom door, you suck in every bit of sorrow and somehow manage to force a slight smile. She shuts the door behind her and climbs into bed right where she belongs, wrapped in your arms. You get the covers over you and then there comes the warmth that you've been longing for.

Even with her here, your mind is still going and your thoughts begin to swarm. You're too stuck in your head that you don't even notice the lack of words she spoke or the eerie and unusual silence that continues while she's in bed. You only hold her tighter and for the first time tonight you hear her soft voice and it immediately brings you back to reality.

"Y/n"

You only hum in response, staring into the dark room because the position you were in didn't allow you to face each other. You were both laying on your sides, your arms wrapped around her and your chest pressed flush against her back.

Sana brings her hand up and holds yours that rested on her belly "What's going on with you?"

The tone she uses nearly breaks you. It's how concerned she sounds, how genuinely worried she is about you. "What are you talking about?" You really try to make it seem like you have no idea what she means because you know that she shouldn't have to deal with this.

"You've been coming home from work late, you barely eat, and I feel like I haven't seen you smile in weeks"

Your heart sinks as you realize that you may not have been masking it well like you thought you'd been. Not at all.

You force a chuckle "I'm smiling right now" 

She turns over to face you, the side of her face sinking into the soft pillow as she looks into your eyes with serious worry. She doesn't even crack a smile at your joke. "Stop it, I mean a genuine smile. Something's not right... I can see it in your eyes"

"It's really nothing, I promise. Works just been a little stressful"

"Is that all?" 

"I promise, princess" You reach over to move her hair out of her face, then you caress her cheek.

Sana sees the way you nod and how you're looking into her eyes as you speak. She almost believes it but she still has a feeling that there's something you're not telling her. If only you knew how frightened she is about this sudden change in you. She's watched it happen in real time and it brings this uncomfortable twisting feeling in her stomach. One that comes anytime she thinks about it.

But she reluctantly nods after staring into your eyes for a moment "Okay" Is all she says before initiating a change in position. Sana nudges you to lay on your back then snuggles herself into your side, draping her leg just over your lower abdomen. Her arm comes next, landing on your chest. Then she kisses your cheek "I hope you know that I'll always be here for you if you ever need to talk, I love you" She mumbles into your skin.

"I love you too"

Those were the last words spoken before the silence came back and stayed for good. Sana holds you tight like she thinks you might go somewhere and then she falls asleep, leaving you to think about her words. The look in her eyes is now engrained in your mind. They were almost desperate, looking to you for any answer that could give her some knowledge or anything that she can use to help you. It couldn't be more obvious that you need it.

It's killing her and you haven't noticed until now.  

-

You couldn't sleep much at all and by the morning, you found yourself solemnly sitting on the edge of your bed deep in your thoughts once again. It was getting bad. So bad that you didn't even notice when Sana woke up. The moment her eyes flutter open she almost immediately feels it in the atmosphere—the darkness accompanied by the rain knocking against the window. 

She looks over to the digital clock on the nightstand.

Five AM

"Babe?" Sana mumbles through a stifled yawn, sitting up in the dim room. It's still kind of dark out but she can see you clearly. She rubs the sleep out of her eyes and gives in to a short yawn as she waits for you to hum like you always do, or turn around, or do something to at least acknowledge her presence.

She sits up and scoots over "Please talk to me, you're scaring me" She says it in such a cute and wholesome way with her voice as sweet as honey. She's navigated her way next to you, her feet hanging off the bed as she tugs on the hem of her shirt nervously.

It's only then when you're actually snapped out of every bad thought you were having. You look over into her wide eyes and you open your mouth to say something, to lie and tell her to go back to bed. But you can't because there's a lump in your throat so big you're unable to convey any words so instead you swallow and turn your head away.

"Please"

In one last effort to get you to say something, Sana pushes her hand through the space between your arm and your torso, then she holds your hand and interlocks your fingers. She squeezes her hand and you squeeze back to let her know that you're there. You look over to her one last time and she's silently pleading with her teary eyes. "Sana, I..." You pause and swallow again when your voice wavers.

She perks up "It's okay, take your time baby" She comforts you.

"I never told you but... I've been through a lot in the past and I'm fucked up because of it"

Sana gives you a look. It's pity and it's so prominent that you can't even bring yourself to look her in the eye. She's silent for a moment and you start to worry if it's all too much for her to handle. She shouldn't have to deal with someone who's got tons of baggage. "Why did you feel the need to hide it from me?" She asks as a tear rolls down her cheek. That's not the only one though, following it comes multiple, leaving streaks of clear dripping down her face.

"It's a long story and it doesn't matter now. All I'd be doing is wasting your time if you let me sit here and bitch about my problems all day long. You don't deserve that"

You turn your head away from Sana when you feel a tear threaten to fall and you blink it away as quickly as you can. "I will sit here for days and listen to your story if I have to! I'm your girlfriend, I deserve to hear it" She persists but you only keep your head turned away.

"It's irrelevant" 

A heavy, punishing silence follows your statement and you feel Sana let go of your hand and pull it away. You assume that she's going to let it go like you've told her to but instead she puts her palm flat on your back. There's this feeling of relief you get from it and when she begins to rub softly in circles, you feel comfortable again.

Then you look over to Sana because suddenly she's stopped the comforting motions and her eyes have seemed to go empty and there's this look of devastating shock on her face.

The thing is, she's seeing it all. All of your past experiences, the abuse, the negligence, the bullying, everything. Her breaths turn rapid as she sees it so vivid and clear. Graphic images of the torturous violence you've faced when you couldn't have been more than ten years old and then the nasty words they've said that's engrained so deep into your brain.

"Worthless" "Useless" "disgusting" "Kill yourself"

She hears it loudly echoing in her head then she gasps and a new rush of tears falls from her eyes.

You don't know what's happening but it's fucking terrifying and you try your best to snap her out of this trance-like state. "Sana" You call her name and grab her by the shoulders. Then you shake her a bit and with a blink she seems to be back "Are you okay? What happened?" You ask, your heart racing wildly.

Sana comes back, then she looks into your eyes again. But this time there isn't any pity. It's more-so understanding. Something about her gaze feels like she sees you, like she gets it and you didn't even have to say a word. "Oh" She almost sobs, then she whispers "My baby boy" and she wraps her arms around you.

Your heart melts completely and you finally break.

You cry into her shoulder, your tears staining her top but she could care less about it, she only holds you closer and tighter. She runs her fingers through your hair "My sweet prince" She starts, then she has to breath for a moment "You're perfect... you're enough... you're my everything."

"Sana" You shake your head, trying to reject it all, trying not to feel as much as you are right now.

"No" She pulls away from the hug, then makes a quick move to straddle your lap "I fucking love you... I need you" She holds your face in her hands so you have no choice but to look into her eyes. Those beautiful orbs that are so easy to get lost in. So much so that you don't even notice when she leans in to kiss you until your lips are already connected.

Your eyes shut and so do Sana's as you allow this newfound warmth to bind you. The kiss is so slow and sensual, you move your lips in unison with one another. You understand each other like that. If she parts her lips, you know your tongue should be in her mouth. That's exactly what you do. You lick into her mouth with a passion that tells her how much you love her—how much you need her. "I love you" You mumble into the kiss "I need you" then repeat what she said.

You can taste the salty mix of your tears, but neither of you care, you just continue to enjoy this kiss. It feels so good that you actually forget, you actually can't think of anything but Sana right now. That's all you've ever wanted to do. Your hands run up her top and you get a hold of the warm skin of her bare waist then you pull her closer to you.

Sana's hands leave your face, she grabs a hold of your shoulders and begins to push on them. You take the hint and lean backwards until you're laying flat on the bed with her on top of you. You shuffle around so your feet are also on the bed and she helps out with that. Then in no time, your lips are connected again and now you're back to devouring each other. 

"Please... I need..." Sana mutters through the kiss but then she breaks it completely and puts her hands on your chest "I need you" You nod your head and watch as she pulls her top over her head. You need her just as bad right now in this vulnerable moment when you have so much love to give--she's all you need.

So you take your tank top off, almost missing the way her breasts fall free from her shirt. Sana leans over again and kisses you, there's more passion in it this time and you reach your hands over to feel her body. Her skin is always so soft and warm. Moments later you let your hands gravitate to her breasts and you begin to massage them slowly, almost like you're kneading dough but with a bit less rigor and a bit more care.

She moans softly into your mouth and then she pulls away. Sana looks into your eyes for a moment, then scoots herself back so she's sat on your thighs. She grabs the waistband of your pajama pants and begins to tug on them. You raise your hips and allow her to strip you of your pants along with your boxers.

Sana takes your cock into her hand and pumps you to life with her soft hand (There wasn't much work to do because you were already halfway there). You prop yourself up on your elbows so you can watch the moment she lowers her head and sticks her tongue out. She licks the tip softly with her hand still holding the base firmly and then she takes you into her mouth. The first feeling of her soft, saliva coated lips has a low and long groan forcing its way out of your throat.

Her eyes lock with yours and she begins to descend, her hot mouth taking as much of you as possible. Once her lips, come into contact with her fist she comes back up and starts bobbing her head while she strokes you. "Fuck.. Sana - that feels so... good" You sigh while her velvety tongue scrapes against the underside of your cock.

It's one of the best feelings ever, the best part being that Sana won't take her eyes off of you. Although she can't speak, her eyes tell you everything that you need to know. She's looking at you with so much love and care that it brings you some actual comfort, like you two are the only living beings in the entire universe right now. Anything that matters or has ever mattered is now irrelevant, not even your demons could get to you in this bubble.

That's what Sana does, and it's why you know that she's the love of your life. 

You've known it for a while now but never has there ever been a moment like this thats made the fact so apparent. "I love you" There's a shudder in your voice when you say the words because she's doing everything right. Both her mouth and her hand are working together to please you and it only feels better the sloppier everything gets. 

In a moment, Sana withdraws her mouth with a popping sound following and she begins to jerk you off "I love you more" she smiles, then pokes out her tongue to let it rest against your tip so she can lap up the pre-cum leaking endlessly. "You ready for me?" There's a cute smirk that accompanies the simple question.

"Yes please" You nod and then you watch as she takes off her shorts and panties. Now her completely bare body is exposed to you and everything about it is pure perfection. "You're perfect" You sigh as she climbs on top of you.

Sana only giggles "Not as perfect as you my sweet prince." Her smile makes your pupils dilate nearly ten times as big as they already were. You didn't agree with her, but you let her have this one because there's no use in ruining this beautiful moment with something as morose as self deprecation. It doesn't at all change the fact that her words make you so feel warm inside that it might just be enough to make the thick ice in your cold heart thaw. 

She leans over, laying her soft body on yours and she kisses you softly. Your hands find her waist again—because they're supposed to be there—and you squeeze her supple flesh "I need you... so bad" You mumble the words desperately against her lips and Sana kisses you harder, reaching her hand down to find your cock.

It's throbbing in her hold, only for her and you feel her smile when she notices it. Sana lifts her hips and presses your tip into her entrance, wasting no time to lower herself nice and slow. Her tight cunt grips you firmly as she sinks down and you can't help but moan into her mouth as your nerves begin to register the heat. 

"Fuck" Sana breaks the kiss, her face only millimeters away from yours when her thighs land on your lap. Her face twists up, her jaw clenches and her eyes shut as she tries to get used to the stretch of your thick cock. "Your cock is so fucking..." She grits, exhaling a hot breath against your cheek before raising her hips and slamming them back down.

She connects your lips again and then she begins to ride you, moving her hips up and down in this slowed and steadied rhythm. It has you bucking your hips to meet hers half-way because she feels so fucking good. Sana moans into your mouth freely and loudly, struggling more and more to continue the kiss as she fucks you.

Soon enough, her mouth is hanging open and it's you doing all the work, kissing, licking and sucking her plump lips. 

There's something so perfect about being inside of Sana, especially when she's riding you. Her pussy wraps around you just right, like a tight warm hug (only it's sopping wet). With each movement she makes lighting each one of your nerves on fire to make sure that you feel the almost electric pleasure. It's how she moves her hips with such direction and purpose that has your toes curling and your heart pumping. Then it's the way her cunt clenches occasionally when you're completely buried inside.

Sana's an expert at this, she's mastered the art of riding you at this point in your relationship. She knows exactly what movements make you tick, how to moan your name, how to praise you--all to get you reeling with her name on your lips.

She knows you like the back of her hand.

She lifts herself a bit then plants her hands on your shoulders and she begins to roll her hips back and forth in a way that has your eyes threatening to roll back into your skull but you keep them on her. You have to see it. How perfect her tits look bouncing with the force of her motions, the pleasureful look on her face, the lust in her eyes and the sweat beading on her flushed body. Sana looks too perfect right now for you to miss anything.

"Sana, your pussy... feels so damn good" You moan, hands still holding on so tightly to her waist that you're leaving marks. "I fucking love you" 

"You're so perfect, my love" A warm smile shows on her lips, she takes your hands and interlocks your fingers, pinning your arms to the bed. "I can't imagine... fuck" She moans involuntarily and she's getting close already "I couldn't imagine life without you" She admits through her warm haze.

"I'm not going anywhere, princess" You promise with so much conviction it's like God himself is speaking through you.

Because Sana fucking needs you just as much as you need her and you just can't let this depression eat you alive when you have her.

You won't. 

Sana's the opposite of a liability. She only uplifts you, she makes you feel so good about yourself that you'd think you were on top of the world. She makes life worth all the bad and she's probably the best thing you have in this life. She's someone you can brag about without fail or embarrassment.

That is where you find some hope. Some actual hope in the sea of despair you've been floating lifelessly in.

"I-I'm close" Sana warns, snapping you out of your thoughts and it's definitely coming. You see all the signs. The way her hips stutter, how she's just bouncing her petite ass on your lap with her eyes shut and her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. There's also that pulsing inside of her wet heat that you just can't ignore.

She's right there

When she starts struggling to make her movements smooth, you take her waist back into your hands. Then Sana falls forwards, some of her brown hair getting in your face as you hold her in place tightly so she cant move. Before Sana can even complain about it you're using nothing but your core strength to piston your cock into her at a speed so ungodly it has her jaw dropping.

"Yeah - Yeah just like that, princess. Cum for me" Your voice shakes as you sing her praises because your body could give out at any moment if you keep fucking her like this. You begin to break a sweat, your cock burning up as you fuck her soaked cunt. The noise is filthy. Now that she's gone silent, you can hear it loud and clear. Every sticky squelch when your hips meet the backs of her thighs is so obscenely loud in your ears. "Come on, Sana" You nearly heave into her ear.

Then she begins to shudder and you know you have her when "Ah fuck baby I'm cumming. I'm fucking -" she cuts herself off with a vocal moan. Her slick wets your entire lap, spreading everywhere as her hips go wild in an attempt to ride out her high. You never stopped grinding into her either, all deep and slow inside so she'd feel every inch as she cums. "God" She sighs and then she stops moving and you follow suit.

Sana weakly brings her head up and connects your lips again. You kiss back, immediately pouring your entire heart into this kiss because she deserves it. She deserves everything. When she starts moving again you stop her with your hands "Baby" She whines, then your lips disconnect. She pouts at you "I want to make you cum" She tries moving again but you don't say anything.

You flip her over gently, then get yourself between her legs "I want us to cum together" 

She looks into your eyes then lifts her hand to caress your cheek softly "Whatever you want my sweet prince" You nearly melt at the term of endearment because it makes you feel so connected to her. The genuine tone in her voice accompanied by the softness makes it even more intimate and the 'my' signifying that you're hers because you'll always be. 

It's one of your favorites.

Sana notices how your eyes soften as you look into hers and you don't even break eye contact when you guide your tip towards her begging entrance. As you slide in, her eyebrows furrow, but she keeps looking at you with those big beautiful eyes. You lean over to put your lips on hers once more and that's when you begin to move. 

You make sure Sana feels every single inch, the way you fuck her with such a slow, burning passion. It lights her heart on fire. "I can't - baby.. you're so deep" She's losing it at the angle because nothing compares to the way your cock rubs against her walls, just brushing past all of her tender spots. 

The only thing you do is kiss her harder, your tongue exploring the warm confines of her mouth. Kissing Sana has always been one of your favorite intimate acts to do with her and if she'd let you, you'd have make out sessions that last hours upon hours on end.

Sana takes your lip in between her teeth as you pull away and then she lets go, her moans soft when you pick up the pace. You duck your head into her neck and you begin to kiss, lick and suck on the soft skin "Do whatever you want, I'm yours baby" Sana assures you, running her fingers through your hair as you begin to leave sweet marks on her. 

You increase your speed a bit, not so much that it feels punishing but enough for her to know that she feels so good that you almost can't help yourself. "So wet and tight for me, princess" You growl against her skin and Sana begins to lose her breath.

"Yes - right there - fucking hell baby" Sana gasps, her arms wrapping tightly around your body. She stops herself from scratching even if she wants to and in the back of her mind she know's you would never mind it. 

Either way she only hugs your body close to hers.

"Princess... I hope you're almost there cause... I" You almost whimper the words into her neck.

"Shh- I know baby, just go ahead" She rubs the back of your head in a way that feels so good that it's almost like magic. "Inside" and then a small gasp escapes her lips and before you know it, your cock is spasming inside of her and you're filling her tight cunt, painting those perfect velvety walls white. A choked groan escapes your lips and tears begin to brim your eyelids as the pleasure takes over your entire body. It has you nearly shaking, making the most expressive 'O' face you've made in maybe months.

"Fuck" You groan as you keep thrusting, fucking your load so deep it'll probably slip past her IUD. Then when everything else subsides, your cock almost goes numb as you try your hardest to get Sana there no matter what because she deserves it.

"Don't stop" Sana begs, and her voice sounds so desperate when she does because she's so close. All it took was for her to feel your cock spraying your warm cum inside of her to get her there.

When Sana's chest begins to rise you know you've got her "There you go baby, cum for me" You whisper and that's when a strangled—almost sob-like—moan leaves her mouth. You keep the pace to fuck her though it as she shudders through her orgasm.

You stop completely and you two just lay there in that position for a moment. Soon Sana begins rubbing the smooth skin on your back and you take a deep breath "I love you" you murmur.

"I love you" She begins and you give her a moment to gather her thoughts. You'd give her all the time in the world if you could. "I know I said it already but you can tell me anything. No matter what. I don't care how long it is or how fucked up it is, I want to hear your story. I need to"

"You won't look at me the same after" You mutter weakly, still not moving from where you are.

Sana stays silent for a moment "Yeah, maybe you're right" She starts off and it catches you off guard a bit but then she continues "When I look at you, I'll see someone strong. Stronger than who you were before because whatever you went through, it couldn't have been easy to endure. Most people would've already given up"

You finally decide to get off of her and you sit up on the bed. "How would you even know that?" The question might've seemed harsh but Sana knows you don't mean it like that. The reason you ask is because its scary. So scary that she's saying all the right things.

It's almost like she...

"Because I saw it!" Sana sits up as well, kind of regretting how her words come off "Well, glimpses of it" She corrects, then begins to think again and you allow it because you have no clue what to say at all "When I touched you, before we..." She shakes her head "I saw like... small pieces of everything. I saw the abuse, I heard the words.. I just... I couldn't believe it"

You only tilt your head because it's all you can really bring yourself to do. This revelation is nearly bone chilling and so inconceivable that you force yourself to believe that she's lying whether or not if it was out of character for her to joke or lie in a situation like this. "Sana that's not funny" You sort of scold her, but your voice isn't at all cold about it.

"I'm not joking" She insists.

Then, in your bedroom at maybe seven-ish in the morning, with the rain still hitting the window, Sana explains everything she saw in her visions in detail.

That's when you come to really believe that she isn't joking.

-

The warm water from the shower head cascades down your body smoothly and comfortably, nothing like the harsh rain outside. You wrap your arms around Sana and rest your chin on her shoulder "So if you already saw what I went through, why do I need to re-tell it to you?" are the first words spoken for the entire duration of your time in the shower. 

It started off silent, the two of you cleaning each other and kissing as you enjoyed the hot water and each others presence. It was a well needed contrast from the endless talking you did in the bedroom just before. You can see the soft smile on Sana's face in the reflection of the glass door "Well, I didn't see everything" She turns around in your arms "and it'll be good for you to say it out loud, I mean I don't expect you to be better in a day. I get that it takes time but-"

Sana stops talking when you put your lips on hers, leaving a small peck on her lips. "Listen princess, you're not my therapist. I don't wanna dump that burden on you. You understand that it wouldn't be good for us, right?" It's true, treating your significant other like a therapist can lead to many bumps in a relationship. But maybe that's just another excuse as to why you've been hiding everything from Sana.

"Oh? Where'd you learn that?"

"The internet" You shrug

Sana puts her hand on your bare chest and looks into your eyes, with those loving eyes. "Well, I may not be a licensed therapist but it's important for me to know because I'm your girlfriend and I want you to be able to open up to me like I open up to you about everything" You open your mouth to say something else but Sana shushes you then she reaches for the shampoo "Now wash my hair for me, pretty please?" You can't help but smile because she's so adorable.

When Sana turns around and tilts her head back, you grumble "I still think its super weird that you have like... superpowers."

"How do you think I feel? I'm still freaked out about it" She whines playfully as you lather her hair in her shampoo. The scent is warm and floral and you can't help but lose your breath trying to inhale more and more of it. It's one of those scents that only Sana has. So to you, it quite literally belongs to her, no matter who else may use it.

-

"The rain stopped" You mutter softly to the girl laying on your chest with her leg thrown over you. Sana only hums at your realization and you turn over to look at the window. It's covered by your curtains because you've both decided to go back to sleep but you can still see the sun peaking through.

You smile softly, thinking about how you agreed to tell her everything when you wake up. It doesn't feel scary anymore. In fact, you were actually looking forward to getting everything off your chest. You know you'll probably end up crying in front of her again--which you're still a bit embarrassed about--but you also know that she'll be there to hold you and knowing her she'll probably cry too.

That's when you eventually doze off, and for once it's easy.

"Babe?" Sana calls your name but she only hears your heavy breathing and from that she concludes that you're asleep. She innocently shifts just a bit to make herself more comfy and it happens again.

She sees something

At first it's kind of blurry so it's difficult for her to make out but as it gets clearer, she realizes that it's the both of you cuddling in bed together.

Then just like that, it's gone. Sana jumps, a small gasp escaping her lips and it wakes you up. "Whats wrong princess?" You ask tiredly, blinking when you notice the tears running down her cheeks. "Bad dream?" 

Sana only shakes her head "No... baby, it's beautiful" she cries. You try to sit up because you're really concerned but Sana stops you. "Just let me hold you" She sniffles and you reluctantly nod, allowing her to wrap her arms around you the best as she can.

You're put at ease because she doesn't seem sad at all.

It's almost like she's right where she wants to be.

[seoltzuki]

Sunshine

sana x fem reader

fluff

Part two!

She’s a teacher and she flirts, you’re the librarian and you blush!

nayeon, mina, momo, tzuyu and chaeyoung are kids in this! jeongyeon is the integration aide, jihyo is the principal, dahyun is the nurse!

"Miss Sunshine! Miss Sunshine! How was your weekend? How are the baby bunnies in your backyard? Are they okay? Are they eating? Are they getting bigger?"

You smile at the excited little voice that bursts into the library. Without even looking up from the books you're shelving, you know it's Nayeon—and that Sana's class must be right behind her.

"Miss Sunshine!!"

The kids started calling you that all thanks to Sana, who can’t seem to stop flirting with you. She always calls you "Sunshine" whenever she sees you, whether it’s in the hallways, the teachers' lounge, or the library. It didn’t take long for the kids to catch on and make it their own, and now her entire class knows you by that name.

Sana’s playful grin from across the room never fails to make you blush, though you try your best to act unfazed. She leans casually against the doorframe, watching you, waiting for your reaction.

"Hey, Sunshine," she calls softly, just loud enough for you to hear but too quiet for anyone else to catch.

You shoot her a quick glance before going back to placing books on the shelves, doing your best to ignore her teasing.

“Miss Sunshineeeee, the bunnies!” Nayeon whines, huffing dramatically as her tiny hands reach up to tug at your shirt.

You can’t help but smile. Leaning down to her level, Nayeon’s face lights up, her two front teeth proudly on display, and her tongue slipping over the gap where she’s lost a canine. It’s a bit of a mess to look at, but she’s so full of joy that it’s endearing.

“They’re doing very well, Nayeon,” you say, grinning at her excitement. “The babies have opened their eyes!”

Nayeon squeals with delight, immediately running over to Momo and wrapping her in a tight hug before tugging at Mina’s arm. Giggling, she excitedly shares the good news about the baby bunnies with her friends.

You chuckle softly, watching the scene unfold. Momo yawns and sighs, her bangs so long they nearly cover her eyes, while Mina listens intently, smiling shyly and nodding as Nayeon chatters away. The contrast between them makes you grin—Momo, always a bit disheveled and sleepy, and Mina, ever so quiet and attentive.

As you shelve the last book, you notice Sana approaching with her signature confidence. She clears her throat, a playful smile on her lips.

“I was thinking,” she starts, leaning casually against the shelf, “how about we grab a quick coffee in the lounge?”

You roll your eyes, smiling despite yourself. “Sana, you have a class to take care of,” you remind her, glancing over at the group of students scattered around the library.

She leans in a little closer, her voice dropping to a soft murmur. “They’ll survive without me for a few minutes. Plus, I could use a little sunshine to brighten my day.”

You bite back a grin, trying not to give her the satisfaction. “You’ve got an entire class of kids depending on you, Sana,” you repeat, your voice light but firm.

She tilts her head, her eyes locking onto yours with a playful gleam. “Yeah, but none of them are as cute as you.”

You try to suppress a smile, knowing she’s pushing all the right buttons. “You’re going to get in trouble, Miss Minatozaki.”

She shrugs, unfazed. “What’s a little trouble when I get to be with you? We’ll keep the library door open, and I promise we’ll be quick. If anything comes up, I’ll be right back.”

This girl…

"Fine."

Sana’s face brightens, and she grabs your hand, pulling you toward the lounge. But just before you exit the library, she pauses and turns back to the group of kids still scattered around.

“Hey, everyone!” she calls out, her voice warm and bright. “I’m just stepping out for a quick coffee. You all behave while I’m gone, okay?”

A few kids look up, and Chaeyoung, with her braces gleaming, raises her hand. “Miss Minatozaki, can we come too?” Her lisp makes the question even more adorable.

She kneels down, her expression softening. “Oh, Chaeyoung, I’d love that! But I need you all to stay here for a few minutes.”

Chaeyoung pouts for a moment but then brightens. “Okay! But we’ll miss you!”

Sana smiles, her eyes shining with affection. “I’ll miss you too! Just make sure to help each other out while I’m gone, alright? If you all do a good job, I’ll have a surprise for you later!”

“What kind of surprise, Miss Minatozaki?” Many little voices all chime in together.

“Ah, that’s a secret! But if I come back and everything’s gone smoothly, I’ll share it with you,” she giggles, standing up and reaching for your hand again.

Their eyes widen in delight. “Okay! We’ll be super good!”

“I know you will! Just keep an eye on each other, alright? I’ll be back before you know it!”

With that, she leads you out of the library and into the hallway. The sounds of the school fade behind you as the two of you make your way to the staff lounge. It’s quiet when you arrive, the room empty, other than the faint sound of the coffee machine humming in the corner.

Sana moves to the counter with a practiced ease, immediately grabbing two cups. “Caramel macchiato for you, right?” she asks, so familiar.

You blink, surprised. “You know my order?”

She gives you a sideways smile, half-shy, half-playful. “You think I haven’t been paying attention?”

“I didn’t think you noticed the small stuff.”

“I notice everything,” she replies, her eyes flicking to yours before lingering just a little too long. There’s something different in her gaze. It’s soft, but with an intensity that makes you shift on your feet.

Sana steps a little closer, the warmth of her body just barely brushing yours. “You know,” she murmurs, her voice lower now, “you’re not as unreadable as you think.”

You blink, caught off guard by the sudden shift. “What do you mean?”

She tilts her head, a teasing smile curling her lips. “I mean, I’ve been watching you. The way you bite your lip when you’re trying to act all composed, the way your eyes flicker when you think I’m pushing a little too far.”

Your pulse quickens, and you can’t quite find the words to respond. Sana notices your hesitation, her grin widening. She takes another step, close enough now that the scent of her perfume—light and sweet—fills the air between you.

“And the way you’re looking at me right now,” she continues, her voice barely above a whisper, “like you’re trying so hard to keep that guard up.”

Your breath catches in your throat as her eyes trace your face, lingering on your lips for a fraction of a second. She leans in, her voice a soft, teasing purr. “You don’t have to pretend around me, you know.”

“I’m not pretending,” you manage to say, though it comes out weaker than you’d intended.

Sana raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Oh really? Then what’s stopping you?”

The fact that you flirt with everyone and I’m probably not that special to you.

You open your mouth to answer, but she’s already leaning closer, her breath ghosting against your skin as she speaks again. “You know, I could make it easier for you. If you’d just… let me.”

The room feels warmer. Her fingers brush against yours as she hands you your coffee, her touch lingering, her gaze never wavering from yours. The way she’s looking at you, like she’s daring you to say or do something, makes your heart race.

“I…” You trail off, unsure of how to respond, your mind racing to catch up with what’s happening.

Sana smirks, clearly enjoying your reaction. “See? You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

You’re about to respond—try to salvage what’s left of your composure—but the words are stuck in your throat. The way she’s looking at you, her proximity, the heat of the moment—it’s all too much. Just when you think you might actually combust from the tension between you, the door to the lounge bursts open.

Jihyo storms in, her face etched with frustration, dragging a pale-looking Tzuyu behind her. “Sana!” Jihyo’s voice is sharp, and it immediately cuts through the air between you two.

Both you and Sana jerk back, the flirty atmosphere shattered in an instant. Sana straightens up, blinking as if she’s just been snapped out of a trance. “Jihyo?” she stammers, clearly caught off guard.

“Where the hell were you?” Jihyo demands, her eyes flashing with anger. “Your class has been unsupervised for who knows how long! Tzuyu was sick, and no one was there to help her.”

Tzuyu, standing beside Jihyo, looks unsteady, her skin pale and clammy. She weakly lifts a hand to wave, her voice quivering. “I threw up…”

Sana’s face pales instantly, guilt flooding her features. She rushes forward, concern replacing the flirtatious edge she had moments ago. “Tzuyu, oh my god, are you okay?” She kneels down to Tzuyu’s level, eyes scanning her worriedly.

Tzuyu nods feebly but doesn’t look well. Jihyo crosses her arms, her expression still stormy. “Sana, you can’t just leave your class unsupervised! What if something worse had happened?”

Sana glances back at you, guilt written all over her face. Her confident, teasing demeanor is completely gone now, replaced by genuine worry. “I’m sorry, Jihyo. I—I didn’t think… I’ll take care of this right away.”

Without another word, she turns back to Tzuyu, gently guiding her towards the door. “Come on, let’s get you to the nurse.”

As they leave, Jihyo gives you a hard stare, her disappointment clear. “You too. This isn’t a playground. Don’t let her drag you into this next time.”

You nod, feeling a knot of guilt tighten in your chest as you watch them walk out, the lounge suddenly feeling a lot colder and emptier than before.

~~~

At the nurse’s office, Sana sits on the edge of the desk, watching as Dahyun checks Tzuyu’s temperature. Tzuyu, looking slightly better but still exhausted, is lying down, her eyes half-closed as she rests.

“Her fever’s gone down,” Dahyun says softly, smoothing the blanket over Tzuyu. “She just needs to sleep it off. Her parents will be there soon.”

Sana lets out a sigh of relief, running a hand through her hair. “Thanks, Dahyun. I should’ve been with her earlier…”

Dahyun looks over at her, a knowing smile tugging at her lips. “Mmm, I heard you were… preoccupied.”

She shifts in her seat, trying to play it cool. “I—uh, yeah, I was just grabbing coffee with—”

Dahyun raises an eyebrow, cutting her off. “With her. Again.” She chuckles, clearly amused by the whole situation. “You really couldn’t wait until after work to flirt, huh?”

Sana feels the heat rush to her cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and defensiveness bubbling up. “It’s not like that! I just wanted to—”

“To what? Casually flirt during work hours like you do every single day?” Dahyun teases, crossing her arms as she leans against the counter. “Come on, Sana. If you really want her, you’re gonna have to step up your game. I mean, you’re smooth and all, but maybe she’s not picking up on it.”

Sana stares at her, confused. “What do you mean? I flirt with her all the time! How much clearer can I be? She has to know by now, right?”

Dahyun shakes her head, laughing softly. “Apparently not. If she knew, she’d probably have made a move by now too, don’t you think? Or maybe she’s just oblivious. Either way, you’re gonna have to do more than your usual teasing.”

Sana frowns, genuinely perplexed. “But I’m always complimenting her, giving her all my attention. How am I supposed to step it up?”

Dahyun giggles again, clearly enjoying this. “Maybe stop trying to make her flustered all the time and just be real with her. Ask her out for real. You know, something that’s not in the middle of a workday with your class waiting on you.”

Sana groans, leaning back in her chair. “But that’s my thing! The flirting, the teasing—it’s how I show I like her.”

Dahyun shrugs. “Yeah, well, maybe she doesn’t get it. You might need to try a different approach, or she’s just going to think you’re playing games forever.”

Sana bites her lip, mulling over Dahyun’s words. Could it really be that simple?

~~~

You sigh, kneeling beside the overturned pot, staring at the dirt and wilted leaves scattered on the floor. "We told Tzuyu to throw up in the plant like we’ve seen in the movies!" Chaeyoung’s lisped explanation echoes in your head, and you still can’t quite believe it. Momo, standing beside her, had nodded solemnly like they’d been performing some sort of public service. Who would’ve thought these kids would take movie scenes so literally?

The plant, unfortunately, looks beyond saving. You sigh again, preparing to toss it out when the soft creak of the library door catches your attention.

“Hey, Sunshine,” Sana’s voice calls gently from behind you.

You turn, finding her leaning in the doorway, her usual playful glint missing from her eyes, replaced by something more caring. There’s a tenderness in the way she approaches you, crossing the room to stand by your side.

“They really told her to throw up in the plant, huh?” she asks, crouching down beside you, her gaze landing on the poor mess.

You nod, letting out a weary chuckle. “Yup. Chaeyoung and Momo were the masterminds behind that one.”

Sana sighs softly, shaking her head in amusement. “Kids.” She reaches out to brush a bit of dirt off the pot, her fingers gentle as she surveys the damage. “Looks like we’re going to need a new plant.”

You give her a small smile. “Yeah, this one’s seen better days. I was just about to throw it out.”

Sana glances at you, her expression soft. “You don’t have to do all this alone, you know. It’s recess. I’ve got time to help clean up.”

You blink, a bit surprised by her offer. “Sana, it’s okay, really. You don’t need to—”

“I want to,” she interrupts. She kneels down next to you, grabbing a rag without hesitation. “Besides, you’ve had a day too. Let me help.”

There’s no teasing in her tone, no flirty banter like usual. Just sincerity. It takes you off guard, making you pause for a second longer than you’d like to admit. You’ve always known Sana as playful, but this side of her feels different—softer, more genuine.

“Well, if you insist,” you finally say. “We can clean up this mess together.”

She smiles, warm and gentle, and for the first time today, the chaos doesn’t feel so overwhelming.

Oh, Sana.

~~~

The staff room is filled with murmurs and the low rustle of papers as everyone takes their seats for the meeting. You sit quietly in the corner, mind still lingering on the events of the day. Sana sits a few chairs away, casually leaning back, though you notice her glancing in your direction now and then. You try not to think too much of it, though the air feels tense, like something big is about to drop.

Jihyo stands at the front, her usual composed self, though there’s an unmistakable tension in her expression. When she finally clears her throat, the room falls silent.

“Thank you all for coming,” she starts, her tone a little heavier than usual. “I wish I had better news, but I’ll get straight to the point. We’re going to be receiving significantly less funding this semester.”

The room goes silent for a beat before the groans start. You feel your stomach drop as whispers grow louder. Jeongyeon, sitting a few rows ahead, is visibly tense, her hands clenching at the edges of the table.

“This is fucking bullshit!” Jeongyeon suddenly shouts, standing up and slamming her hands on the table. “How are we supposed to do our jobs with less money? We barely have enough as it is!”

The room shifts uncomfortably at her outburst, but no one dares to disagree. You feel your heart sinking deeper, anxiety creeping up at the thought of how this will affect the library. Jihyo raises her hands, trying to calm everyone down.

“I know,” Jihyo says, her voice firm but empathetic. “I’m well aware of how difficult this will make things for all of us. But we’re going to have to make cuts. I’m reallocating some of the budget to other departments that are in more immediate need.”

Jeongyeon huffs, dropping back into her seat with a frustrated scowl, but Jihyo continues.

“And unfortunately,” she adds, pausing to look around the room, “the library’s budget is going to be completely cut. The funds will be redistributed to cover the gaps elsewhere.”

You freeze.

Completely cut?

It feels like the room closes in around you as the weight of the news settles in. You try to process the words, but they hit too hard, too fast. All you can think about are the kids—the ones who rely on the library for a quiet space, for books, for learning. The ones who look to you for help and guidance. How are you supposed to do your job with no funding?

You want to say something, to speak up, but the shock has stolen your voice. It’s unfair—not just to you, but to the kids. Your chest tightens, but all you can do is sit there, stunned into silence.

That’s when you hear Sana’s voice cut through the tension. “Wait, hold on a second.”

All eyes turn to her as she stands, her expression serious, but there’s a protectiveness in her tone. “Jihyo, you can’t just cut the library’s funding entirely. That’s going to hurt the students more than anything. They need the library—it’s not just a luxury; it’s essential.”

Jihyo meets her gaze, looking torn but resolute. “I understand that, Sana, but we don’t have the resources. Something has to give.”

Sana shakes her head, stepping forward. “I get that everyone’s under pressure, but cutting the library’s budget completely? That’s not the solution. You’re taking away a vital space for the students. You’ve seen how many kids depend on it every day. How is that fair to them? Or to—” she glances over at you, her eyes softening for a moment “—to the people who work hard to make sure they have that space?”

Your breath catches, realizing she’s speaking up for you, for the library, for the kids. There’s a quiet strength in the way she stands, not backing down.

Jihyo looks conflicted, her hands gripping the edges of the table as she exhales. "We don’t have many options right now, but I hear you, Sana. I’ll see if there’s anything we can do to minimize the cuts. But there will still be sacrifices."

Sana nods, her gaze steady. “I just don’t want the library to disappear because it’s too important. We can’t forget what it means to these kids.”

You glance at Sana, a wave of gratitude swelling in your chest. Even in the middle of the mess, she’s still looking out for you. It’s the first time you’ve felt a little bit of hope since Jihyo dropped the bombshell.

Jihyo gives a tired nod, signaling the end of the conversation for now. “We’ll revisit this later. Thank you, everyone.”

As the room slowly begins to clear, you sit there, still processing. Sana walks over to you, a soft, reassuring smile on her face.

“Don’t worry, Sunshine,” she says gently. “We’ll figure something out. I won’t let them forget how important you are to this school. Or the library.”

~~~

It was another bustling day in the library as Sana’s class visited to pick out new books for the upcoming week. You were cataloging items at your desk, the familiar comfort of your work surrounding you. You spotted Sana in the hallway, animatedly discussing projects with Jeongyeon when a group of five little girls approached you, their eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Miss Sunshine…” they whispered in unison, their tone conspiratorial.

You looked up, curious. “What’s going on?”

Nayeon stepped forward, her expression serious. “I think Miss Sana has butterflies for you.”

You raised your brows, intrigued. “Oh really?”

Chaeyoung nodded vigorously as she added, “Yeah! She has a crush!”

You couldn’t help but smile, leaning in a little closer. “A crush, huh? What makes you say that?”

They all nodded eagerly. Mina leaned in, her voice barely a whisper. “She likes you, Miss Sunshine.”

You leaned forward to catch her words, feeling a warm blush creep onto your cheeks. “She likes me?”

Tzuyu chimed in, “You’re her sunshine. I heard it! She told the nurse!”

You laughed, the warmth in your cheeks growing. “Did she send you all to tell me this?”

Momo yawned, brushing her thick bangs away from her face. “She’s weird. When you walk past our class, she always stops teaching, and it’s not like we’ve been bad. She usually only does that when we’re talking over her!”

You shook your head, amusement dancing in your eyes. “I guess she just can’t help but get distracted by her favorite librarian.”

The girls giggled, their joy contagious.

“What’s so funny?” Sana asked, hands on her hips as she walked closer to the desk.

The girls turned to her, their excitement bubbling over. Nayeon quickly pointed at you. “We were just telling Miss Sunshine that you have butterflies for her!”

Sana raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk appearing on her lips. “Oh really? What gave that away?”

Chaeyoung giggled, “You always stop teaching when she walks by! And your face turns red!”

You felt your cheeks heat as Sana leaned in slightly, her voice low and teasing. “Looks like I can’t hide anything from my favorite little spies,” she said, winking at the girls. “But you all have to keep it a secret! You can’t let my Sunshine know that I like her!”

The girls erupted into giggles, and you couldn’t ignore the flutter in your heart.

They giggled and exchanged glances, clearly thrilled by the little secret they were part of. Nayeon leaned closer to you, “Miss Sunshine, do you like Miss Minatozaki back?”

You felt your heart race and glanced at Sana, who was watching you with a playful smile. “Well, she’s… nice,” you managed to say, your cheeks warming.

Sana feigned surprise, placing a hand on her chest. “Just nice? I was hoping for more than that!”

The girls burst into laughter, their excitement infectious. Tzuyu piped up, “You should tell her you like her, too!”

You laughed, shaking your head. “I don’t think it’s that simple.”

Sana stepped closer, her eyes sparkling with something. “Maybe it is,” she said, her tone so incredibly gentle. “You never know unless you try.”

~~~

A few weeks later, the library was dimly lit as you and Sana unpacked boxes of new books, the excitement from the recent funding shift making you both so happy.

Sana leaned in closer, her shoulder brushing against yours as she reached for a book. “You know, I could really help you focus,” she teased, her voice soft and inviting.

You tried to concentrate, but then she pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek, lingering just a moment longer. “You look so pretty when you’re deep in thought,” she murmured, her breath warm against your skin.

Flustered, you replied, “Sana, we shouldn’t—”

Before you could finish, she kissed your neck, sending a rush of warmth through you. “Just a little distraction,” she whispered, nibbling playfully at your ear.

You let out a soft laugh, feeling your resolve melt away. “Okay, maybe just a quick break.”

With a bright smile, she pulled back to meet your gaze. “You really are amazing, you know. So smart and talented. So kind to the kids and everyone around. A literal sunshine,” she said, wrapping her arms around your waist and leaning in to place a sweet peck on your lips, a tender touch that left you breathless.

She stepped back, her eyes sparkling with affection, “And I have to thank those little wingwomen for setting this up. They really know how to play matchmaker, don’t they?”

You smiled, your heart swelling. “They’re so adorable and they probably learned that from you, miss flirt.”

Sana giggled. “Maybe. Now let’s get out of here, beautiful. I want to enjoy the rest of the day with you.”

Hand in hand, you walked out of the school, the cool evening air wrapping around you both.

"Come on, my sunshine!"

[mntozakii]

thinking about sugar mommy sana and her college kid princess 🤒

you met her during your part time job as a cat sitter. when she was away during her business trips, you were paid to care for her two beautiful orange bastards.

of course, you have to give a daily update to your client with pictures of the cats. when you accidentally sent a selfie of you with her cats, she responded with "pretty things".

yay her cats are so big and adorable and so stinky that you want bite their paws

usually, her assistant will pick up the cats but she decides to drive to your house and do it by herself. as a courtesy, she invites you for a brunch at the new restaurant downtown.

the brunch turns into a few more dates until she proposed an exclusive arrangement with you.

sana who funds your tuition and spoils you rotten, she always praise you even for doing the bare minimum.

sometimes, all you have to do is sit next to her, look pretty, then receive thousands in your bank later.

sana just love having you around, it makes her feel better seeing you study on the couch while she reviews the same floral theme for the new s/s collection

"i did my laundry today 😗"

"my amazing girl ⭐️ let's try the new steakhouse tonight!!"

"i got a full mark for my presentation"

"my baby is so smart"

sana is a socialite and often brings you to gala dinner. since you major in communication, she helps so much in expanding your network especially in fashion industry.

sana finds it so entertaining when men try to impress you by offering a summer internship in their companies. she knows exactly how these men take advantages of young girls in the industry.

it is too bad though, sana has decided that you will be working with her after graduating (nepo baby behaviour).

when you quietly ask her to come along to the restroom, she didn't expect you to pull her into the cubicles and start to desperately kiss her.

you are becoming tired with the constant interaction with people and the alcohol doesn’t help, it only made you feel horny. the older woman looks so pretty and it kills you to not be under her touch.

"sweetheart, you need to behave well" sana mutters as she lightly slaps your cheek. she plants soft kisses all over your jaw before pulling away, it is adorable to see how disappointed you get whenever you get denied.

“mommy, no, you have to be nice to me”your lips naturally pout when you look up at her, her face is dangerously close to you and all you want to do now is to go home with her.

“or i will go to those men and ask them to play with me” sana chuckles seeing your attempt to threat her, such an attention seeker. she pulls you into a sweet kiss and can't help but to smile when you started to moan out feverishly, she loves how you look like you're about to cry from being deprived of touch.

“play nice and you’ll get a present, baby”

[momospetdog]

Bubbly Baths

Minatozaki Sana x F!Reader

warnings: fluff

a/n: GIRL I HONESTLY DONT KNOW WHAT TO FEEL ABOUT THIS 😢 js felt lonely while taking a bath.. been also thinkijg about sana lately sooooooooo

It was Friday night, and you were beyond exhausted. The week had dragged on with endless tasks and meetings, leaving you craving nothing more than to collapse into bed. And that’s exactly what you did the moment you stepped through the door. You didn’t even bother changing out of your work clothes. You just flopped onto the bed face-first, burying yourself into the soft blankets. Your eyes fluttered closed, the tension of the day slipping away as you drifted in and out of a light sleep.

A few minutes later, you heard the sound of the door creaking open, followed by light footsteps. You didn’t even need to look to know it was Sana. The scent of her perfume—a soft blend of florals and something sweet—was enough to confirm her presence. She had come home from work too, no doubt just as tired as you.

“Darling,” Sana called gently, her voice soft and melodic, as she knelt beside the bed. Her hand rested on your back, fingers tracing lazy circles that sent tingles up your spine. “You’re already half asleep”

You let out a quiet hum, too tired to respond with actual words. Your eyes remained closed, but you felt the warmth of her touch, a soothing balm after a long day.

Sana chuckled softly. “Come on, sweet girl. You can’t just sleep in your work clothes like this. I’ve got a better idea”

Before you could respond, Sana leaned closer, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered, “Let’s take a bath together. I’ll get everything ready. You just relax”

You nodded sleepily, too tired to muster any words as Sana kissed your forehead softly before heading to the bathroom. You could hear the sound of running water a moment later, followed by the soft clinks of bottles and jars as she prepared the bath.

You lay there, half-drifting, as the familiar scents of lavender, eucalyptus, and vanilla started to waft into the bedroom. Sana always knew how to create the perfect relaxing atmosphere. The bath bombs she loved were her secret weapon after a long day—small pastel spheres that fizzed and crackled as they dissolved, releasing fragrant oils that softened your skin and calmed your mind.

You could hear her humming a soft tune, the sound barely audible over the gurgle of the tub filling up. It made you smile despite your exhaustion. Even after a long day at work, Sana always had a way of making everything feel better. She moved about the bathroom with ease, pulling out a few scrubs—her favorites, no doubt—the ones with brown sugar and honey, the ones that left your skin feeling velvety soft and delicately scented.

The gentle fizz of the bath bomb as it hit the water filled the air, and you could imagine the colors swirling together, turning the bath into a soothing canvas of soft purples and blues. The combination of fragrances began to take over the room completely, creating an oasis of calm.

Sana was always meticulous with her preparations. She arranged a few candles along the edge of the tub, their warm glow casting gentle flickers of light against the tiled walls. She took her time, adjusting the flame until everything was just right. It wasn’t rushed; it was done with care, with intention.

You could picture her carefully smoothing out the towels she had placed by the tub, making sure everything was perfect for the both of you. Her attention to detail was one of the things you loved most about her—how even the smallest act, like running a bath, became something special when she did it. She made everything feel like a luxury, like you were being pampered in the most tender way.

After a few minutes, she called out softly, “Alright, everything’s ready”

You felt her hand gently pull you up from the bed, her touch warm and soft against your skin. She guided you toward the bathroom, the light dim and the flicker of candles creating a soothing ambiance. The sight of the bath was even more inviting than you had imagined—softly bubbling water, a gentle mist rising from the surface, and the soft glow of candles reflecting off the tiles.

Sana smiled at you, her eyes twinkling as she reached for the hem of your shirt. “Let’s get you out of these clothes,” she whispered, her voice low and tender. You nodded, too tired to do much on your own, and let her help you undress, her fingers delicate as they worked at the buttons of your shirt.

Once you were out of your clothes, Sana quickly shed hers too, her smile playful as she took your hand and led you to the tub. She stepped in first, sinking into the warm water with a contented sigh, her body immediately relaxing into the comforting heat. She held out her hand for you to follow, and you stepped in slowly, the warmth of the bath enveloping you, soothing your aching muscles and melting away the last of your tension.

The water was the perfect temperature, the faint fizz of the bath bomb still lingering, and the soft scent of lavender and eucalyptus wrapped around you like a comforting embrace. You settled into the tub across from Sana, your legs gently brushing against hers beneath the water. She reached out, her fingers grazing your arm lightly as she smiled at you, her eyes filled with warmth.

“Feel better?” she asked, her voice soft and filled with affection.

You nodded, sinking deeper into the water, letting the warmth and her presence soothe you entirely. “Much better”

As you settled into the warm, fragrant water, you faced each other, knees brushing occasionally beneath the surface. The soft candlelight flickered gently around the bathroom, casting warm shadows across the tiles. Sana leaned back against the edge of the tub, her eyes half-closed in relaxation, her fingers lazily swirling through the water.

You mirrored her actions, feeling the stress of the week slowly fade away. The water was warm, its soothing embrace calming your tense muscles, while the soft scent of lavender and eucalyptus filled the room, creating the perfect atmosphere for unwinding.

Sana opened her eyes, gazing at you with that familiar, affectionate smile that always seemed to melt away your worries. She flicked a few droplets of water at you playfully, chuckling as you blinked in surprise.

As you sank deeper into the warm water, you let out a soft, contented sigh, feeling the weight of the day start to slip away. You and Sana sat across from each other, your legs gently brushing under the surface as the calming scent of lavender and eucalyptus filled the room. The flicker of candlelight danced on the walls, casting a soft glow around the bathroom.

Sana leaned back, her fingers tracing circles on the surface of the water, watching the ripples as they spread between the two of you. After a moment of comfortable silence, she looked up at you, a gentle smile tugging at her lips. “Do you ever think about where we’ll be in a few years?”

Her question caught you off guard in the best way, the sweetness of it pulling at your heartstrings. “What do you mean?” you asked, tilting your head curiously.

Sana smiled softly, her gaze warm as she met your eyes. “I mean… us. Our lives. Do you think about what it’ll be like? Where we’ll go, what we’ll do… together?”

You felt a warm blush creeping up your cheeks, but the thought of a future with her was something that always filled you with a quiet joy. “All the time,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “I think about it a lot, actually”

Sana’s smile grew wider, her eyes twinkling with affection. “And? What does that future look like, baby?”

You paused for a moment, thinking carefully, before speaking softly. “It’s us in a cozy little house. Maybe we have a garden—something simple, with flowers and a few vegetables. We wake up every morning to sunlight streaming through the windows, and we make breakfast together. You always make coffee,” you teased, a soft laugh escaping your lips, “because I’m terrible at it”

Sana giggled, splashing the water playfully toward you. “You’re not that bad, but I’ll take the coffee duty”

You smiled, watching her with that same tender feeling blossoming in your chest. “We have lazy Sundays where we just stay in bed, wrapped up in each other, and we spend the day talking or reading or just doing nothing. We’ll travel when we want to, but we’ll always come home to each other. I guess… it’s simple, but it’s us. And that’s enough for me, Sha”

Sana’s eyes softened, her expression turning thoughtful as she reached out to gently brush your leg under the water. “That sounds perfect,” she whispered. “I love the idea of growing old with you, of having a place that’s ours. A life that’s ours”

Her words hit you deeply, filling you with warmth. You leaned back, letting yourself sink further into the peaceful atmosphere you were creating together. “What about you, baby? What do you think about when you imagine our future?”

Sana smiled, her fingers playing with the water absentmindedly as she spoke. “I think about how happy we’ll be. I imagine us cooking dinner together, dancing in the kitchen to some cheesy song just because it makes you laugh. I think about us going on spontaneous trips to places we’ve never been, but no matter where we are, it feels like home because we’re with each other”

You felt a soft flutter in your chest at the tenderness of her words. “You always know how to say the sweetest things,” you whispered, smiling at her.

Sana shrugged playfully, though her eyes were filled with sincerity. “I mean every word, darling. I love thinking about our future. I love that it feels so real, so possible” She leaned forward slightly, brushing her hand through the water toward you, her fingers tracing delicate patterns on your skin. “You make everything feel more beautiful. I know that whatever happens, as long as I’m with you, it’ll be more than enough”

You felt a lump form in your throat, her words settling deep into your heart. There was something so calming, so sure, about the way she spoke, and it made you feel like nothing in the world could touch the little bubble of warmth you’d created together.

You reached out to take her hand, threading your fingers through hers under the water. The silence between you was filled with unspoken love and affection, a quiet understanding that needed no words.

“I can’t wait for all of that,” you said softly, squeezing her hand gently. “But right now, I’m happy just being here. With you. In this moment”

Sana smiled, her eyes shimmering as she nodded. “Me too. Right now, this is perfect”

You both stayed like that for a while, the water cooling around you but neither of you moving to leave. It was a moment suspended in time, filled with warmth, love, and the promise of everything that was to come.

As you both continued to soak in the warmth of the bath, the water swirling gently between you, Sana shifted slightly and gave you a soft smile. “Turn around,” she murmured, her voice sweet and caring. “Let me scrub your back. You’ve had a long day”

You nodded, grateful for her offer, and slowly turned your back toward her. The heat from the water had already begun to melt away the tension in your muscles, but the thought of Sana’s gentle hands massaging your back made you feel even more at ease.

Sana reached for the scrub she had prepared earlier—the one with honey and brown sugar, your favorite. You felt the cool texture of the scrub against your skin for just a moment before her hands began to work, moving in slow, careful circles. The sensation was both soothing and invigorating, and you couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh as she rubbed the scrub into your shoulders.

“You’re so tense,” Sana said softly, her voice filled with gentle concern. “You really need to take it easy, darling”

You laughed lightly, your head resting forward as her hands worked magic over your back. “It’s hard to take it easy when everything’s so busy all the time,” you murmured, your voice already laced with exhaustion.

Sana’s hands slowed slightly, her touch more deliberate as she massaged the scrub into your skin. “I know,” she said quietly. “But you don’t have to carry all of it by yourself, you know? I’m here. Let me take care of you”

Her words, so sincere and tender, made your heart swell with gratitude. You could feel the warmth of her love in every touch, the way her fingers glided across your skin, easing the knots that had built up over the week.

You smiled, your eyes fluttering closed as you leaned into the sensation. “You’re already doing that,” you whispered, your voice soft and barely above a murmur. “You always know how to make everything feel better”

Sana chuckled softly behind you, her hands continuing their gentle rhythm. “Well, that’s my job, isn’t it? To make sure my sweet girl is always taken care of”

As she said this, you felt yourself beginning to drift, the combination of the warmth from the bath and her soothing touch pulling you deeper into a peaceful state. Your body grew heavier, and you realized with a faint smile that you were on the verge of falling asleep.

Sana must have noticed, because her voice was softer now, almost a whisper. “You’re falling asleep on me,” she teased gently, her hands slowing as she finished scrubbing your back. “I guess that means I’m doing a good job”

You let out a sleepy chuckle, your head tilting slightly to one side as you mumbled, “You always do a good job”

There was a moment of silence, the only sounds the soft splashing of water and your steady breathing. You were so relaxed, so at ease, that the world around you faded into a pleasant blur. Sana’s presence, her care, and the gentle way she moved were all that mattered.

Before you could drift off completely, Sana leaned forward, her breath warm against your ear. “My turn,” she said with a soft laugh, her playful tone pulling you back from the brink of sleep. “I want to be pampered too”

You smiled lazily, opening your eyes just enough to turn around and face her. The water sloshed gently as you took the scrub from her hand, and Sana turned around, her back facing you now. You dipped your fingers into the scrub and began massaging it into her skin, mimicking the same tender motions she had used on you.

Her skin was soft beneath your hands, and you couldn’t help but marvel at how peaceful she looked, her head tilted slightly to one side, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the moment. It was quiet, intimate—just the two of you, sharing something simple and beautiful after a long, tiring day.

“Feel good?” you asked quietly, your hands moving gently across her shoulders.

“Mhmm,” Sana murmured, her voice barely audible as she relaxed even further. “Perfect”

You continued to scrub her back, your fingers moving slowly and carefully, not wanting the moment to end. There was something so comforting about taking care of each other like this, something that made the stress of the day feel far, far away.

As the water began to cool, you and Sana stayed nestled together, the steam still swirling gently in the air around you. The warm glow of the candles flickered softly on the walls, casting delicate shadows that danced across the room. You leaned back against the edge of the tub, your head resting comfortably, while Sana sat close, her knee brushing yours under the water, grounding you both in the moment.

Sana smiled, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on the surface of the water, creating ripples that shimmered in the candlelight. “You know,” she murmured softly, “I wouldn’t mind if every night ended like this. Just you and me, relaxing, forgetting the world outside”

Her words were honey-sweet, and you couldn’t help but smile as you nodded in agreement. “I wouldn’t mind that either,” you whispered back. “It’s nice to just... be. No rush, no worries, just us”

Sana leaned her head against your shoulder, letting out a contented sigh as she closed her eyes. The soft scent of lavender still lingered in the air, mixing with the comforting warmth of her skin against yours. You both basked in the peaceful silence for a while, simply enjoying the closeness and the quiet that only seemed to come after days like this—days that felt long and chaotic, but always ended with the soft presence of one another.

Her hand found yours under the water, fingers entwining in a gentle, unspoken gesture of love. You squeezed her hand softly, a small but meaningful reminder that you were here, with her, and that was all that mattered.

“I’ve been thinking,” she said after a moment, her voice barely above a whisper. “We should make more time for this... for us. I know life gets busy, but moments like this are my favorite”

You turned your head slightly, gazing down at her as her eyes remained closed, her face relaxed and peaceful. “Mhmm,” you hummed sodtly, brushing a thumb over her knuckles.

For a while longer, you both stayed there, the world outside forgotten, the stress of the week fading into the background. The soft sound of the water shifting as you moved, the warmth of the bath, and the tender presence of each other created a quiet haven where nothing else mattered.

Eventually, as the water grew cooler and your skin began to wrinkle, you sighed and gave Sana’s hand a gentle squeeze. “We should probably get out before we turn into prunes,” you said, your voice light with amusement.

Sana giggled softly, lifting her head from your shoulder. “But prunes are so cute,” she joked, her eyes twinkling playfully.

You smiled, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her temple. “Not as cute as you”

Sana blushed, a soft pink coloring her cheeks as she gave you a playful nudge. “Flatterer”

With that, you both slowly got out of the tub, the cool air hitting your skin as you wrapped yourselves in soft towels. The bath had left you both feeling rejuvenated, the stress of the day long gone, replaced by a sense of warmth and connection that only came from sharing quiet, intimate moments like this.

Sana grabbed a towel for your hair, gently patting it dry with a tenderness that made your heart swell. Sana leaned in, her lips brushing against your lips in a soft, fleeting kiss. “I love you,” she whispered, the words like a gentle promise in the dim light of the bathroom.

You smiled, your heart full, and whispered back, “I love you too”

With that, you both retreated to the bedroom, still wrapped in your towels, the quiet hum of contentment lingering between you. The bath, the laughter, the closeness—it was all a reminder of how much you cherished each other, not just for the big moments, but for these small, quiet ones too.

[dovveri]

not officially putting this as a request but do what you want with this 😂😂 i just think sana’s the type to be whiney asf when u tell her she can’t kiss u cause u’re wearing a cap and that she’d hit her head when she leans in sOooo as payback, she’d tell you that you can’t kiss her when she’s wearing specs because you’ll just bump your nose on the frame 😂😂😂😂

effervescent

synopsis: sana’s mad bcs you won’t let her kiss you when ur wearing a cap in public :(

warnings: puuuuure fluff + suggestive towards the end

w/c: 1.1k

a/n: its funny i actually had this exact thought the day before the anon sent this in but i couldnt say it bcs it wasnt long enough for a fic but then this came in and i went what da hell i can do a short lil piece ^,^

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

sana was an affectionate person. and an even more affectionate girlfriend. she absolutely loved clinging on to you, hugging you, kissing you, even in public she had no qualms with cuddling, being sickeningly in love, she loved it even more when you’d get embarrassed and shy, cooing at how cute you were, pinching your cheeks teasingly.

no matter where you where, if you were in her near vicinity, she’d find some way to get a hand on you, or slide into your lap, until you were sharing skin-to-skin contact she would refuse to leave you alone.

that also meant she would get pouty and adorably sad whenever you rejected her advances.

like now.

“baaaby gimme a kiss.”

“can’t baby i’m wearing a cap.”

“soooo? come hereee-“ she’s pulling you into her, craning her neck so she can kiss you but she knocks her head against the front of your cap, whining and pulling away immediately, cradling her forehead.

you giggle, “i told you baby.”

“just take off your cap then.” she’s pouting and looking up at you with a frown. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like teasing her to get her looking this adorable for you.

“no can do. we’re in public sweetie the paps will get us.”

“i don’t care about them!”

“well i do.” you boop her nose lovingly, internally squealing at the way her nose scrunches in response, “you will not be making headlines for making out with one of your fans in public.”

“you’re not my fan anymore! you’re my girlfriend now!”

“not to the public i’m not.”

“then we can come out as a couple.” she’s determined with her statement, a cute crease coming to rest between her eyebrows as she starts thinking around how to do exactly that.

“noo baby your company would never allow that. besides i’m fine being yours in private. and i wouldn’t want to jeopardise your career anyway. and before you can say i won’t- i will, i love you but your fans are kinda insane.”

sana pouts, “fine.” she stomps away not saying anything else but you know it’s fine because she’s still holding your hand and pulling you along even when she may be a little annoyed you won’t let her kiss you in public.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

"sana! i'm home!"

"okaeri!"

you slip off your shoes, padding into the living room where you heard your girlfriend's voice coming from, smiling at her in her reading glasses pouring over a set of papers spread on your coffee table.

"hi baby, what are you doing?"

"reading over these contracts the company sent. how was your day?"

"good. better now i'm home with you." you lean down to kiss her in greeting, but at the last second she turns her head so your lips land on her cheek.

you pout, bringing a hand up to her face to turn her back to you but she refuses, adamant on not looking at you.

"baby what's wrong?"

"nothing."

"something's wrong. did i do something? i swear i put my clothes in the laundry this morning."

"nothing's wrong."

you frown, crouching down fully to squat next to her. “if nothing’s wrong why won’t you kiss me?”

“i’m wearing specs.”

you’re silent for a second, “…okay…?”

“yeah.”

“um… are they new? i’m sorry if i didn’t notice. you look gorgeous whatever you’re wearing so i’m always stunned by you!” you try and joke with her but receive no reaction, coughing awkwardly and trying to cover up, “but they look nice!”

“thank you. they’re not new.”

“oh… right so…”

“i’m wearing specs. that’s why i won’t kiss you.”

“oh! wait why won’t you kiss me?”

she sighs, finally looking at you, “i told you. i’m wearing specs.”

“okay and? i’ve kissed you before while you’ve been wearing glasses.” you start to smile again, thinking she’s just teasing you, leaning in again but you’re shocked when she turns away with a huff, pushing her frames up her nose and picking up another page of paper.

“okay what the hell.” you snatch the papers out of her hand.

“hey!”

you ignore her protests. sliding into her lap and wrapping your hands around her neck, all while she still refuses to look at you or even touch you, her hands falling limp to her side after you take her papers away from her, then using them to lean back and away from you with a pout.

you can't have any of that so you pull on her neck gently, urging her forward.

"you're interrupting my work." she's got that slightly annoyed tone in her voice, but you know better.

"you're interrupting my kisses."

"i told you i'm wearing glasses so i can't kiss you right now. you'll bump your nose on the frame."

you frown, "no i won't."

"yes you will."

before she can react you lean in and steal a quick peck, breaking away with a giggle when she finally looks at you, only to gape at you in shock.

"y/n!"

"see? didn't bump my nose or anything."

"you weren't meant to kiss me!"

"why not?"

"because i didn't get to kiss you when you were wearing a cap so you don't get to kiss me when i'm wearing specs."

"wha- is that what this is about?"

"yes!"

you laugh, throwing your head back, still clinging on to her, "awwwh oh my god you really are a baby." you grin cheekily before dipping in again, stealing another kiss, then another, holding her face between your hands and pecking her all over her face, on her specs too while she whines and tries to push you off. "my baby." you finish with another kiss on her lips, giggling when you break away and have her chasing after you now to prolong your kiss.

"'m not a baby."

"yes you are."

"no i'm not."

"yes you are."

"no! i'm not!"

you laugh, letting her have it, patting her cheek affectionately that's now puffed out in a pout, "i'm sorry for not letting you kiss me while i was wearing a cap okay? you have full permission to do whatever you want to me next time i'm wearing one."

she raises an eyebrow, a smirk slowly appearing on her lips, "anything?"

you immediately become wary, shirking away from her but her hands come up to grip at your hips keeping you in her lap, "anything within reason of course."

"so if i can make riding your face in public sound reasonable... anything goes."

you snort, face immediately going bright red, “i don’t know how you could ever convince me to do that sana.”

“you’ll be surprised at how persuasive i can be then.” she’s grinning now, looking adorably innocent in her wide frame glasses and oversized sleep shirt but suggesting completely devilish things.

you groan, pushing away from her and out of her lap, but not before she laughs, pulling you in again and kissing you, no longer caring that she’s still wearing her glasses that now have your lipstick mark printed on them.

[nr1chaedickrider]

love me or leave me tonight

Does love survive hatred?

angst, angst and angst ; also smut!!! is this even fluff.. ; vampire!sana ; vampirehunter!reader ; violence and stuff ; blood and bloodplay ; sana is manipulative lwk?? ; bondage ; sana has a back tattoo ; degradation ; forbidden love ; friends to ???? ^_^ ; inspired by first kill ; mentions of murder ; voyerism ; happy (very very late) birthday @cry4mina (thiswas supposed to be your bday present), you were probs the person that motivated me the most for writing this so thank you, not proofread!

men dni.

It feels like your wrists are tied together, not being able to move, not at all.

The way she looks at you makes you shiver in fear, tears rolling down your cheeks.

"Please.." you beg her, in such a pathetic tone nobody would be able to make fun of you, instead they would feel bad for you.

Sana always described herself as being different than the others though.

If it is because of her fangs or just her behavior in general that makes her look like a monster, you don't know for sure.

-

You crush the empty beer can and drop it on the floor. Sana hands you a new one and you thank her with a brief nod.

You open it with a crack and take a sip, feeling the fizz and tasting the slightly bitter taste.

It's pretty quiet before you start talking.

"My family is causing stress again.

"Should I pretend to be surprised?" she asks with a light laugh, you laugh a little too.

"Is that why you have bruises and scars?" she adds, looking at the injuries on your face and neck.

Sana - the only person who knows your secret, that you were born into a family of vampire hunters.

"One of the strongest vampire families is said to be here in town," you answer.

Sana - the only daughter of the most famous vampire family.

She knows all your secrets - you know none of hers.

She nods, as if she understands what you are going through.

She lifts her hand and gently strokes the scar on your cheek.

You blush slightly at the close proximity of the two of you.

Just a little more pressure and it would start to bleed, Sana thinks to herself.

She pulls her hand away before she thinks any more about it, before her feelings take over.

Her feelings have always been stronger than her.

Her feelings control her, it has always been like this.

-

"I love you" the words glide easily over her tongue, a smile on her lips.

Even if it's just a whisper - it's a dream for you, as if nothing could happen, nothing could stop you.

Like teenagers in love (that's what you are, teenagers).

"Really?" you ask, in some way you're sure she means it, but you just want to hear it again.

She nods, "I love you so much" she repeats with the same smile.

You take her hand in yours, your thumb gently stroking the back of her hand.

She looks down at your hands, then up at you.

You look into her eyes and move closer.

A kiss.

Gentle, slow, romantic, simply full of emotion.

Full of love.

When your lips part, you both giggle a little, but then you continue kissing.

Further, further, and further.

When your lips (finally) part again, you are both completely out of breath. Your cheeks are slightly flushed.

You both sink into the mattress as you push Sana into her on her back.

She continues to giggle, almost unable to stop, just like you.

You lean over her and kiss her neck. The contact of your lips on her cold neck makes the hair on her arms and neck stand up, her fingers digging into the sheets as you suck on her pulse point.

"Honestly, I have no idea what exactly to do," you confess as you sit on top of her, your hand toys with the hem of her oversized shirt (or rather, your oversized shirt).

"Me neither" she replies with a laugh.

You smile like an idiot as she says this. "Now come here" she says and pulls you down to kiss you again.

You mumble a "may I?" against her lips and tug lightly on her shirt, she responds with a nod and lifts her arms over her head as you pull the shirt over her head and drop it on the floor next to you.

You kiss her soft, smooth skin and take off her sports bra. Your hands slowly massage her breasts, Sana moans slightly and her body presses against yours to feel you and your hands even more and even better.

You slowly kiss further down, over her ribs, her thin stomach with a slightly trained six-pack - down to the waistband of her shorts.

You look up to her and make eye contact.

"Please" she says under her breath, you nod in response, knowing what she wants from you.

You pull them off her, as well as her underwear (that already has a damp spot on it).

You stare at her pretty pussy, you can't help but giggle a little at the view infront of you.

You come closer, inhaling her sweet scent before diving in.

Sana twitches a little at your sudden action, her hands flying to your head in just a second and gripping your hair, leaving a delicious burn.

Your tongue licks her clit, drawing eights on it.

You hope that you're doing a good job, desperately trying to remember how the women in porn do it - how they pleasure the other and making her moan like crazy.

You stop overthinking when Sana lets out a louder moan though.

Your tongue finds her hole, entering and exiting her a little.

"Please...

need your fingers" she moans out.

You smile a little as you part your mouth from her core, now rubbing circles on it with your two fingers.

You kiss her again, your pointer finger dipping into her wetness, making her moan out loud, not being able to kiss you back normally.

Her hands grip the bedsheets, a few veins peeking out from her hand.

You stop kissing her, going down to her neck and leaving wet kisses on it, kissing over the few marks you've left and adding even more to it.

Your second finger enters her, making her let out a high pitched whimper.

Her hips meet your pace and start grinding on your fingers, searching desperately for the pleasure she needs.

"I'm so close... please-" she whimpers, you smirk against her skin and take one of her erected buds into your mouth.

A few thrusts, your thumb on her clit, and your tongue on her nipple send her over the edge as she comes with a loud whine.

You slowly pull your wet fingers out of her, licking them clean as you watch her breathe heavily.

"That was so... wow-" she breathes out.

"You're cute"

-

Love is not forever.

After you met Sana, you actually wanted to think that it was something for eternity.

It would never die out, you would never think of anything but love.

Love, love, love.

Maybe it is really made to last forever - only that after a while you'll love in a different way.

Desperate love.

Loving sadness.

Loving even though you don't really want to.

This love consumes you, makes you think of nothing else but that.

Every situation can remind you of love.

Your brother's death also reminds you of it.

His body lies in a field, in complete darkness.

His eyes open, his gaze full of emptiness.

"What... what happened?" you ask, a slight tremor in your voice.

Your father exhales before answering you.

But instead of telling you like a normal person, he kneels down next to your brother's head and turns his head to the side.

A scar on his neck.

Two holes.

Blood residue next to it, completely dried.

Your mother and sister hug each other, tears running down their cheeks.

"Was it the new vampire family?" you ask.

Stupid question.

"Y/n..

It was Sana," he replies.

What?

"Sana?"

He nods.

You laugh a little, full of frustration.

"It's not funny-... she would never-"

"You can never trust vampires." he says with a stern tone.

He's serious.

Sana, your best friend, your girlfriend for several months.

She killed your brother.

You look at your brother, then at your family.

Your legs move faster than you can think.

You run away, run in a direction you know only too well.

Sana's house.

You take the back entrance to her garden (which you already know well enough) and come across her sitting in a chair.

She looks at you in shock as you look at her.

"Y/n- what are you doing here?" she asks and stands up.

"Is it true?" you ask back, your voice a mixture of fear and anger.

She doesn't say anything at first, but then realizes that you mean exactly what she's been trying to forget since last night.

She nods slowly.

She doesn't deny it, she doesn't try to explain herself.

Whether it's even possible to explain yourself.

Your hand grips the handle of your pocketknife tightly, your hands trembling slightly.

"Y/n... I wanted to tell you... but my parents-"

"They forbid me to see you, but I went ahead anyway because I love you"

You listen to her, for some reason hoping she'll say something good - even though you know that nothing can make this situation any better.

"He was my first victim," she says after an awkward, tense silence.

Her first victim?

"They made me bite him... as punishment"

"I couldn't help it"

"You couldn't help it? What are you saying... Sana, I thought you loved me"

"Where is your common sense?" you ask her, your voice louder and full of despair.

You run towards her, your knife pointed at her as you try to hit her chest.

She dodges quickly, twisting your arm behind your back as you let out a small cry of pain and let the knife drop.

"Y/n..." she says with concern.

Her grip is as if she doesn't even want to do any of this, as if she's being forced by something.

"It's better if you leave," she adds.

She lets go of you (or rather, tosses you) as you fall on the ground, the wet grass soaking through your clothes as you feel the cold.

You look up at her, full of fear.

This is not the Sana you know.

It doesn't feel like you're looking at Sana Minatozaki.

At this moment, it feels like you're in front of an evil person.

Like in a nightmare.

You grab the knife on the floor next to you and stand up quickly, your eyes on her one last time before you run away.

She looks after you, sees your body getting smaller and smaller before you disappear behind a hill.

A tear runs down her cheek, and as she turns around she sees both her parents looking down at her through the second floor window.

Their expressions are cold and disappointed.

Just like always.

And you, you don't stop running.

You run on and on, without a destination, without any idea where you want to go.

Just away from here -

Away from Sana.

-

The music is loud as you walk into the club, your jeans are loose around your waist, your white t-shirt is slightly cropped so that your stomach can be seen a little.

You sit down at the bar and watch the other people dance.

The last time you were here was several years ago,

with Sana.

You were younger back then, still in school, no idea what you wanted to do in the future.

Now you're older, and you know what your goal in life is.

To kill Sana.

To get your revenge.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the bartender asking what you would like to drink, you order a beer and he gives you one and then moves on to other guests.

You drink a little and feel the fizz, tasting the slightly bitter taste of this variety.

The taste reminds you of the countless times you have drunk with Sana.

You look around a little before you see something that almost makes you drop the bottle on the floor.

Sana.

Sana pushing someone against the wall.

Short black hair, lots of tattoos -

She has no idea who exactly she's dealing with.

You leave your bottle at the bar and walk slowly towards them both.

Sana kisses her hard and aggressively, full of energy.

And you can guess why she has so much energy.

Before you can get any closer, Sana turns her head in your direction while turning the woman's head to the side so that she has perfect access to her neck.

Sana grins at you.

And suddenly her lips are stained dark red with blood.

She flashes her fangs at you, completely covered in blood as she slowly licks them clean.

And suddenly she's just gone.

In a millisecond she has bitten her victim, and in a millisecond she is gone without leaving a trace.

Your victim falls to the ground as you run to her to help her somehow.

But it's too late.

You look at her neck and see the same scar you saw on your brother.

While the crowd tries to take care of her, you disappear from the club.

A sigh leaves your lips.

-

"I'll help you," she says, her thumb stroking the back of your hand as she smiles at you.

You have an uncomfortable feeling in your stomach, you feel sick and you're not sure if you should do this at all.

Or if you want to involve Jihyo at all.

She's 10 years older than you - an old acquaintance from your family and a vampire hunter just like you.

She was also your first love.

Actually, it was just a little crush, maybe you mistook it for a close friendship, you were quite young.

The plan of the two of you was pretty simple - go to Sana's house and capture her if possible (you don't want to think about the possibility of killing her).

If your information is correct, her parents are no longer alive.

Rumor has it that she killed them herself.

To be honest, you wouldn't be surprised if it were true.

Jihyo and you make your way to her house, equipped with various weapons.

It is dark, 10 o'clock in the evening. The night is still and quiet.

If only you knew it would change quickly.

You enter the house through the garden, Jihyo has always been good at picking locks.

Your pistol in your hand, you look around carefully as Jihyo walks ahead of you.

She turns right, you look behind you for something, but then you hear something fall.

You turn around quickly and see that "something" is Jihyo.

All you can see is her legs sticking out from behind the wall. You run to her, kneel down on the floor next to her, but the moment you look up-

Sana hits you and you fall over.

-

"Where am I?" you mumble, your head aching as you open your eyes.

You see Jihyo lying on the ground, just a few meters away.

You run to her, or rather, you try to.

Something sharp cuts into your skin and you bite your lip.

You look down at your arms and see that you've been tied to the wall with barbed wire.

"Fuck-" you breathe out, trying not to feel the pain.

You only have your bra on, Sana has undressed you a little, probably so that you only feel more pain.

You try to move as little as possible and look anxiously at Jihyo, who, thankfully, is slowly waking up.

"Jihyo!" you say, she looks at you, then looks around.

This makes you look around.

You realize you're both in a rather large basement.

Jihyo is fully dressed, but her hands are tied behind her back.

Before you can warn her about the corpses you've noticed, the cellar door opens and Sana comes down.

"You're awake, how nice," she says with a smile.

"And Y/n? How do you like the barbed wire?" she asks.

"Fuck you" you just reply, Sana laughs but doesn't really pay attention to you, not like she has her eyes on Jihyo.

And part of you has an inkling of what's about to happen.

Sana sits down on a rather large chair, and with a small wave of her hand, Jihyo lands on her lap, her back against Sana's chest, her eyes locked on yours.

"I really haven't had such a pretty girl on my lap in a long time," Sana says, her hand slowly stroking Jihyo's arm.

You take a deep breath and try to calm yourself down somehow. The situation you, or rather Jihyo, are in can quickly become life-threatening.

"What do you want?" you ask, looking at her and she starts laughing again.

"Blood," she replies. Short, concise, without any emotion. The smile she had on her lips a few seconds ago has disappeared.

She is serious.

Jihyo is still looking at you, her eyes full of fear.

But her look of fear changes. And you don't know what to think except "what exactly is happening here."

Sana whispers something in her ear, and the fear in her eyes disappears.

Sana's hand moves on her body, and then she stops right on Jihyo's core.

Before you can do anything else, you realise what is happening.

And how it's to late to save Jihyo.

You feel like your eyes are fixiated on Sana and how Jihyo sits so obediently on her lap. You're not able to shift your gaze. It's like there is only them - and you're watching them like a movie. Like a perfomance that was made just for you - and you can't stop looking.

This was made for you, and the way Sana forces you to watch them.

Her hand goes past Jihyo's underwear, and suddenly Jihyo is moaning so softly for her. The look on her face just full of arousal.

She has been manipulated.

Something you learned early on - when training to be a vampire hunter.

There's nothing you can do, when you've been trapped under a vampire's spell. Except for one thing -

hope that you won't die.

In Jihyo's case right now, you're not sure what is going to happen in the end.

So you continue watching them, you watch Sana kissing Jihyo's neck, the intoxicating smell of her blood is problably already driving her crazy.

She continues fingering her, her movements speeding up.

She has no intention of giving pleasure to Jihyo - she just waits for the right moment to bite into her neck.

When Jihyo is moaning louder though, and her body twitches closer to Sana, she knows it's happening.

You know too.

"Jihyo!" you yell out, in hopes you're able to somehow get her out of this trance.

It was already to late.

Sana bites into her neck, begins to suck and moan at the fresh taste. 

Jihyo screams for help, and you can do nothing but watch as a tear flows down your cheek.

Her lifeless body drops to the ground as soon as Sana is done with her.

She licks her fangs with a smile, smirking at you like she did the night you first saw her again.

She comes closer, taking your jaw into her hand. 

"You can't replace me that easily." she whispers seductively.

What?

"What do you mean?" you ask, but she just shakes her head.

"I'll see you soon" she replies, and your eyes fall shut.

-

When you wake up again, you are lying in your bathtub.

You try to move, but notice the pain in your arms from the barbed wire.

You lean your head back and take a deep breath.

To summarize, you watched Sana finger Jihyo and then bite and kill her. Afterwards she tells you that you can't replace her, and now you're here.

Sana knows where you live.

Jihyo is dead.

To say you're overwhelmed is an understatement.

But you know exactly what you have to do, whether it's for you or for Jihyo.

Find Sana.

As you slowly step out of the bathtub, a thought occurs to you.

The evening gala of big companies. If anyone is going to be there, it's Sana.

-

You take another look at yourself in the mirror.

Your black suit fits a little loosely, but hides your scars well.

You get into your car and drive to her house.

How convenient that everything happens in her house.

When you get there, you look around.

There are already a lot of people there and as you walk in, you see various bosses probably talking about certain deals and wanting to do business.

A waiter comes up to you and offers you a glass of red wine, which you gratefully accept.

The taste is bitter, dry, but somehow it reminds you of blood.

How ironic, you think to yourself.

You walk around, having conversations here and there.

"I thought this event was for people with companies," someone says, and as you turn around, you see her.

It's Sana.

Her grin is like a shiver running down your spine.

"I'm not here to conduct business," you reply, drinking the rest of your wine.

Your lips are slightly red and you smile at her.

Your grip on the glass tightens, and before Sana can do anything, it shatters in your hand.

A waiter quickly comes to help you and removes the shards from the floor, you thank her but say you can take care of it yourself.

Drip, drip, drip.

The blood dripping from your hand drives Sana crazy.

"Oops," you say, but before you can turn around and walk away, she grabs your wrist and pulls you along.

Only now do you notice that she has a tattoo.

A pretty big one.

Your eyes are focused on her back, and the kind of detail the tattoo has.

It's as if it reflects her nature.

One side is sunny. You could even describe it as quite cheerful. If you just look at that side, you're just impressed with the work that's been done. You can see the colors and how they flow together. Everything fits well together.

The other side, however, is the complete opposite.

It's dark, makes you nervous. You get an unpleasant feeling when you look at it. The main colors are black and red. It's like a horrible painting, something you would see in a museum and think to yourself "what was the artist thinking?". The longer you look at it, the more scared you get.

But you can't think about her tattoo for long as you are pushed onto a bed.

Sana sits on top of you and the memories of your first time come flooding back.

The only difference is that Sana was tender and sweet, not cruel like now.

Your bleeding hand is still in hers, and maybe you could even see the water pooling in her mouth.

You know that you should be afraid, or that you should hit her, she killed Jihyo, your brother, and she almost killed you.

But in this moment you feel nothing but the will to feel her everywhere.

And she didn't even manipulate or influence you in any way.

You look at her, and then -

you press your hand more towards her.

And she understands what you want from her.

The smirk on her face appears again and pulls you closer.

She closes her eyes and starts to lick the blood of your hand.

For her, this is the best meal she could ever have. To be able to taste your blood was always a dream of hers.

And so she continues doing that, moaning a little when her tongue touches the red liquid coming from your veins.

She does it like she was starving for her life. Like she lived her life for exactly this moment.

She parts from your hand, leaning her head back slowly as if she would be on a high.

When she looks at you again, her pupils are dilated and the look on her face is full of arousal.

You can't blame her, yours is too.

She fumbles with the buttons of your jacket, you push her hands away and do it yourself, just to end up almost ripping it off your body and throwing it on the floor.

She looks at your arms, the way there are marks everywhere because of her.

"Fuck" she curses under her breath, pulling down the zipper of your pants and pulling (or rather - ripping them) off your body.

A groan escapes your mouth when she touches you, squeezes parts of your body that got your mouth hanging open.

A low "need you" leaves your mouth as Sana starts kissing you everywhere, leaving marks all over your body (surprisingly she's not biting you).

She comes closer to your core, and your need to feel her tongue on you is growing stronger and stronger. Your mind is clouded with the thought of her, it feels like you tried to hate her the whole time while you just need her to fuck you.

At this point, you don't even know if you're still in control of your body or if it's Sana.

No matter what, you don't care.

And when continues eating you out, all messy and again, like she was starving, you grip her hair and push her even closer.

Your thighs just pull her closer, trying to feel her even deeper.

The moans that leave your mouth can problably be heard from outside, but you or Sana both couldn't care less.

The way she licks up ever drop of your juices in hunger, her nails digging into your thighs, scratching you and leaving little marks, droplets of blood escape your veins.

You cum into her mouth with a loud moan, your head leaning back and your eyes roll back.

Sana always thought you were beautiful, but right now, in this moment - you definetly are the prettiest.

She doesn't give you any time to calm down as she rises and shoves two of her fingers inside of you, making you grip the bedsheets in surprise.

Your moans loud and messy, your skin covered in sweat, the blood on your thighs that's oozing out of the cuts drives Sana even crazier.

She continues pumping her fingers inside of you, and she leans forward, dragging her tongue over the cuts.

A moan escapes her mouth, and then, she leans closer to you and kisses you, with her lips stained with the dark red liquid.

You kiss her back, but your mouth hangs open when she adds another finger, filling you up.

You two don't even need to talk, the only way you two communicate is through her messy and needy touches - and your desperate moans.

All desperate - for her.

She never stops moving her fingers.

In, out. In, out.

Here faster, there slower.

You already lost every sense of time, like you're lost in the moment.

Your body twitches in sensitivity. Like it's fragile and Sana is overusing it.

You clearly are overstimulated, but Sana just can't stop herself.

Looking at her, seeing how her eyes are fixiated on your naked body, you ask yourself if she is even in control of her own body - or if something, someone else took control.

She doesn't leave you enough time to overthink, when your eyes are met with a black silk cloth.

The last thing you saw.

-

You stare at her grave and only now do you realize how stupid you are.

The stone you sit on is cold. Your eyes focus only on her name.

'Park Jihyo'

A sigh leaves your lips.

Are you disappointing her? Is she looking at you and thinking, "What the hell are you doing?"

Does she think you should be ashamed?

For having sex with Sana,

But even worse -

That you somehow still love Sana.

She killed your brother, she killed Jihyo - so many innocent people.

And despite everything, you can't seem to get rid of your feelings for her.

Your thoughts are always about her, your dreams are all about Sana.

You don't know which feeling is stronger - the hatred for her, for all the things she has done.

Or the love - the memories you can't let go.

Her soft lips on yours, the way her arms held you while you cried.

It makes you break down completly.

All those years you were away, it was all about Sana.

You wanted to get stronger, to beat her, to kill her.

But now it seems that you just want to be with her.

-

The night is dark and cold, everything reminds you of the night you found your brother dead.

The same place, the same time, the same loneliness you felt in your heart.

Instead of running to Sana to confront her, she came to you.

Instead of a calm conversation, you have a knife in your hand.

Her gaze is cold, you're not sure if you can read any emotion in her face.

Empty.

That would be the word you would use to describe her right now.

"What do you want?" she calls into the night, as if she doesn't know where you are.

As if you were looking for her, she speaks as if she had no plans.

"You came here," you answer, trying not to show any of your feelings.

"You confuse me," you say.

She looks at you questioningly.

"I confuse you?" she repeats.

You nod.

"Why are you doing all this?" you ask, but when she tries to answer, you keep talking.

"You come with me... you listen to me when I talk about how the pressure from my parents is getting too much... you don't tell me that you're a vampire." You take a breath and feel the tears in your eyes. You feel this uncomfortable feeling like you're going to throw up. You feel dizzy.

You are overwhelmed.

"You kill my brother," you begin to say, "You kill him, your first victim, because your parents want to punish you?" you laugh a little. Saying it sounds so unbelievable. So grotesque.

"Then, when I come back here after years, I meet you in a bar and you kill someone."

"You kill Jihyo and make me watch."

"And then?-

You have sex with me as if you would love me."

Tears are streaming down your cheeks, you can't stop laughing because this is all so frustrating to you.

You open your mouth to say something else, but then you are pushed to your knees.

Without Sana even touching you.

It feels like your wrists are tied together, not being able to move, not at all.

The way she looks at you makes you shiver in fear, tears rolling down your cheeks.

Are you doing too much or are you genueinly scared of her?

"Please.." you beg her, in such a pathetic tone nobody would be able to make fun of you, instead they would feel bad for you.

Sana always described herself as being different than the others though.

If it is because of her fangs or just her behavior in general that makes her look like a monster, you don't know for sure.

"Can you just stop talking?" she asks you.

Her expression looks different than how it looked like earlier, instead of the emptiness in her face, it looks like she's letting her emotions take over.

You don't know if this should make you even more scared.

But a part of you, a little part,

thinks, or rather, hopes, that she will behave like a decent human.

That she will behave like the girl you loved.

Or still love.

"I did it all for love." she answers.

Quick, short, but instead of that cold tone in her voice, she sounds...

sad?

You look up to her, unable to speak.

"I love you"

She loves you?

Sana? 

Loves you?

"I'll never stop feeling the guilt for what I did to your brother"

"But i can't lie to you and say that i regret doing what I did to Jihyo"

"Because all I ever wanted-

was you" 

She breaths out, like she just confessed the worst thing in the world.

"I always looked for you, when you left town"

"I searched for you, because I wanted to be with you"

"Despite you hating me"

She lets out a sigh.

"I did what I had to do for you to notice me" she stops talking.

She gets down on her knee, right infront of you to match your height.

Her thumb caresses your cheek, before moving your face to the side to expose your neck to her.

The strong of smell of your blood hits her nose like chemicals.

The intense smell that drives her crazy.

You shiver in fear, not knowing what is going to happen.

She stares at your neck, and the way your veins are so visible, like they're calling for her.

Everything she ever dreamed of, was to taste your blood.

But she doesn't want to bite you because of that.

She opens her mouth, flashing her fangs.

You try to somehow escape her spell, so that you can save yourself, but it isn't possible.

She sinks her fangs deep into your skin, you let out a scream when you feel her sucking your blood out of you.

You're finally able to move and try to grab her arm to somehow get her to stop.

"I don't want to die" you whisper, your voice full of weakness.

Until you realise -

Sana isn't planning on killing you.

But to make you a vampire.

[mxl633]

Right where we belong

Minatozaki Sana x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[alcoholfreenayeon]

yow what abt twice mtls? confess first, fall in love, get jealous, fall out of love. great jeongyeon hc btw

Twice most to least likely: Get jealous

A/N: I feel some of these ended up sounding more yandere than jealous🙂‍↕️ but hopefully that’s just me😭hope you guys like it

Sana

She’s a huge flirt, she likes the way she can get people to be infatuated with her plus she likes to play hard to get.

Because of this she’s not used to people seeing her as a second choice so when she sees her partner having a good time with someone else when she’s available or even when she isn’t, it makes her feel strange.

It’s uncharted territory for her and she feels possessive immediately. After all what does the other person possess that Sana doesn’t. Why isn’t her partner yearning for her every moment instead of having a good time without her…

Nayeon

You’ll find Nayeon staring daggers at you with or without a polite smile. It’s really not a fun sight to witness because you just know you are in so much trouble later.

Nayeon feels very possessive of you. She’s someone who needs a lot of reassurance so you being clingy with anyone other than her doesn’t bode well with her.

Though she ends up feeling a bit silly after some time thinking for being so possessive she can’t help it, she wants you for herself and only herself.

Mina

Mina is a big introvert and she likes to stay indoors alot and keep to herself. But she knows she can’t really force you to do the same.

Nevertheless, she secretly wishes you would be that way. She’d prefer if she could have you all to herself. If it’s only you and her, all day everyday,

She feels sometimes she’s not good enough and that might make you drawn to others and hence gets her guard up immediately when she sees you being close with someone she doesn’t know.

Momo

You were happily chatting with your friend while waiting for Momo. You had known her for a long time, you didn’t take much notice of it when while laughing at a joke, she put her hand on your arm.

Soon enough, her instincts began to scream for danger and upon looking around, she spotted Momo a few meters away, glaring at both of you. “Is that your girlfriend?”…..

The journey back home was quiet. You realized how that might have looked out of context and were fearing Momo saw it differently. She was quiet though. “Everything ok baby?”, you ask her.

“Yes. But you need to sleep early and rest well”, she replies. “Huh? Why do I need extra rest?”, you question. “Well the couch isn’t very comfortable to sleep on is it”, she answers, unbothered, as she looks into the rearview mirror and applies her lipstick.

Chaeyoung

Chaeyoung and you were surprised to run into your ex at the mall. It was a bit awkward for the three of you but luckily there was no violence.

She hated how you and your ex became awkward because for her that meant you both saw each other and intentionally or unintentionally reflected back on the time you both were together.

She hated when while leaving, you both shared an inside joke which she didn’t know. Chaeyoung knew it’s just how these things go but that didn’t make her blood boil any less.

Tzuyu

Tzuyu is observant, she doesn’t always speak out, never mind her speaking her mind.

So when she was looking at your Instagram and spotted old posts of you and your ex, it just made her quite upset.

But she also knew it was the past yet she also thought you could have deleted it. After all wasn’t the ex was no longer part of your life.

Dahyun

Dahyun was watching you talk with the party’s host. It was normal. The two of you seemed to be getting along well.

She was standing a few feet away, getting something to drink when she suddenly heard the host make a suggestive flirty comment towards you. You didn’t realize it and just laughed along,

Dahyun though, gritted her teeth, it’s annoying that you always are so oblivious to these things. She’s gonna scold you for that later, as for the host…well, it’s a good thing her nails felt sharp right now.

Jihyo

Jihyo knows her worth and she knows you know it too. So she’s never really worried about someone else stealing you away.

But after watching some dramas, she got a bit influenced by them and began to worry that she didn’t like you as much as she thought or wanted because why wouldn’t she ever feel jealous. It was normal for couples to feel jealous at some point right?

And when she asked you to try and flirt with a cashier because she wanted to test something, you definitely felt it was a test. It took a lot of convincing from her and a promise that you wouldn’t get in trouble. Reluctantly you did it but when the cashier actually ended up giving you her number. Jihyo took your hand and dragged you out of the store without even buying anything. You were in big trouble.

Jeongyeon

Jeongyeon never has any real reason to doubt you. She knows you both love each other very much.

Of course, it’s inevitable that at some point either of you would get approached by someone else. It won’t be your or her fault if that happens.

But that’s easier to think when it hasn’t happened. When a fellow idol told Jeongyeon that she was lucky to have you and she should be careful you could get stolen. Though Jeongyeon was polite, her glare she ended up shooting at them later would have scared them silly.

[llively-12]

School sucks!

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Minatozaki Sana x female reader

Warnings: Loser reader, popular girl Sana, awkward talks, history class (if that's a warning for anyone), reader is like super nerdy, some self-doubt, mentions of presentation anxiety

Story: Reader and Sana are paired together for group work. Sana flirts, reader blushes.

Authors note: This was quite fun as someone who has history advanced class. Sometimes, I feel like an absolute nerdy loser during school. Anyways, enjoy the read♥︎

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The school bell rings as the clock strikes eight o'clock. School has started, and the students of the eleventh grade wait patiently for their history teacher. Monday first period was always reserved for history. A few students quickly shove some snacks into their mouths, and others spend the time on their phone for as long as they still could.

The door slides open, and the teacher walks inside. Measured steps walk towards the front of the class.

"Good morning, class." Greets the history teacher. Everyone gets up and bows down while mumbling a 'Good morning'.

"I've planned a class project for the week. The project will include a presentation, a handout, and a test on all of the presented topics. The timeline for preparation as well as presenting will take about two and a half weeks. I will choose the groups. Every group includes two students."

Groans and complaints roar through the classroom. Nobody seems to be in the mood for such a time-consuming project. The mentions of a test seemed to wrap it up nicely.

One student, though, was all excited for the project. Y/n. Her love for history was indescribable. Always top of the class with a perfect score. Her love for history started at a very young age. Most of her free time was reserved for researching historic events. On top of that, she is also class president. A trustful student at that.

Y/n smiled brightly while already planning out the structure of this project.

There is another person in this classroom. Her excitement was on the bare minimum. Minatozaki Sana. She is one of the most popular girls at school. Everyone is head over heels for either her or one of her friends. Hirai Momo and Myoui Mina are always on her side, the Japanese girls never seen separate.

Sana groans and glances out of the window. She wasn't exactly stupid or not good in history. The subject just didn't matter to her that much. There were better things she could spend her free time with. Such as shopping.

The teacher had already started putting together the pairs. Some students are happy while some others try to hide their frustrations. Y/n patiently waited for her turn.

"Y/n, you will be in a group with Sana."

Y/n smiles and turns to glance at Sana. The two never spoke much. The class president waves joyfully and nicely greets Sana. The Japanese girl, on the other hand, did not react that excitedly. She almost rolled her eyes and turned her head away.

♡

After class, Y/n makes her way to Sana.

"Hello, Sana. Since we're in one group, I wanted to discuss some things for the start. When do you have time for meeting up after school? I already planned some things for the presentation and hand out-"

"First of all, I don't have any time for this project. I really need some new clothes, so I'll be spending my free time shopping. Secondly, I think you can handle this perfectly on your own for now. I'll tell you when I'm free, just get started and I'll help you later on. What's even our topic?"

"Oh, um, our topic is Napoleon and him taking over Europe. Please text me when you're free. Here's my number."

You hand her your phone and watch her type in your number into her contacts. She smiles and hands you back your phone.

"Thanks, Sana, I'll be looking forward to our work together."

You smile back and leave the classroom to get to your other class.

♡

A week has passed. Sana hasn't texted you yet, and the project is due in three days. You did most of the research yourself as expected. People mostly let you do the work since you're the class best. Sana isn't an exception there.

You thought she would have messaged you by now, but the contact between the two of you stays silent. Sana doesn't even talk to you at school. You feel really frustrated about this. She didn't even talk to you in history class.

You never minded being the nerdy outcast, but sometimes it was just lonely. Nobody would want to pair up with you. Many would just use you for good grades. You didn't think Sana would be the same. She actually looked so sweet.

A notification from your phone interrupts your train of thoughts. It's a text message from Sana.

'Send me your address, I'm coming over wince I have some free time. Can't leave you all alone with the project ;)'

You sit up and look at the message for a few seconds. That was quick. You didn't think the odds would change this fast, but here you are. You type in your address and see her reply with thumbs up. She's quite silly if you think about it.

♡

The wait for Sana is uncomfortable and embarrassingly long. You get a light stomach ache, which is quite normal in stressful situations. Everything related to the topic is laid out on your desk, sorted neatly. Your right leg bounces on the stop to relieve some stress.

Your parents aren't home for the night. They went out for dinner. You often told them that you wouldn't be eating with them since you were so caught up in studying. School is something very important to you, and you take it very seriously.

The door rings, and your body almost explodes with nervousness. She's here, at your house. This is weird. Nobody's ever been at your house. You apparently take too long for her liking, so Sana rings the doorbell again.

The sounds of your footsteps are muffled due to the carpet. You carefully open the door and glance at Sana. She looks nice, maybe a bit overdressed. You, on the other hand, are dressed in casual clothes.

Sana smiles at you and moves past you inside of your house without even asking for permission. You look after her in confusion, but quickly close the door to catch up with her.

"Where's your bedroom?"

Sana asks. You lead her to your room and close the door after the two of you enter. Sana takes a good look at your room. She grins at the decor and the posters.

"Kpop? Really? Didn't think you'd be this nerdy."

You blush and look down at your feet.

"It's actually really nice to listen to. You should give it a chance."

Sana shrugs and picks up some other items. She often giggles to herself. You can't really do anything else other than watching her inspect everything in your room. Maybe this was a bad idea.

"How about we start on the project? It's due in three days, and there are still some things we need to do."

Sana nods and looks at the already gathered papers on your desk.

"Did you already start with the hand out?"

You shake your head and walk over to your desk.

"No, I focused on the presentation first. It's the most important thing about our project. All of the information I gathered should be helpful for the handout, though."

Sana nods and takes some of the papers. She reads through the information and nods to herself.

"Wait, wasn't Napoleon like active during the first world war?"

You stop with what you're doing and slowly turn to look at Sana. This question was not expected.

"No. Napoleon's era was during the late eighteen century up to the early nineteen century. World War One happened in 1914 until 1918. Why did you think Napoleon ruled during world war one?"

"I don't know. My concept of time is not that great."

You nod and get back to the information. Sana grabs a paper and starts with the handout.

"I can start on the handout. After I'm done, we can copy this and print it out a few times. What do you want on the handout?"

"Uhm, maybe Napoleon's way of taking over Europe, and we should definitely bring in the code civil."

Sana just nods and raises her eyebrows at what you said. Her knowledge of history could be compared to the intelligence of a potato. This was just not her strong suit.

"Wow, you're really into the topic. It's a shame that you're this nerdy. You're actually kinda cute."

Sana winks at you, and you blush. Why is she acting like this? At first she didn't want to talk to you, and now she is flirting with you? What is this behaviour?

The evening goes on with the two of you working on the project. Sana is surprisingly very good at making handouts. Her questions on Napoleon, on the other hand, have you in a state of shock.

During the work, Sana makes some flirty comments towards you. It's weird since she doesn't really talk to you, like ever, but this seems to be different. You don't know what has gotten into her.

Sana leaves after two hours. She winks at you and then walks off into the night. Your face is beet red. Nobody has ever acted like this with you before.

♡

You sit down in the cafeteria to eat some food. While munching on some rice, you finish some English homework. You're so deep in thoughts that you don't notice three girls walking over to you.

They put down their trays and sit down at your table. You lift your head to see who it's is. It's Sana and her friends Mina and Momo. Sana sat down next to you while the other girls obtained the seats across from you. Sana smiles and clings onto your arm.

"Hi, I hope you don't mind us sitting here. We just thought you were a bit lonely, all by yourself. What are you working on, honey?"

You stop in your tracks and look at Sana. Your face heats up, and you stammer for words. Momo and Mina are suddenly very interested in the food, but you can see the smile on their faces.

"Uh, uh, I'm working on English homework."

"Cute."

Sana coes and presses herself against your body. You side eye her and get back to your homework.

It is really hard trying to concentrate, while Sana distracts you from homework. She would squeeze your arm and whisper flirty stuff in your ear. Momo is too interested in her food to even notice the commotion between Sana and yourself. You sometimes think she's in a different universe, deeply engaged in her thoughts. Mina, on the other hand, did notice the little situation between Sana and you, yet she did not comment on it.

You really ask yourself why this is happening. Yesterday, you were a lonesome loser with nerdy interests, and now you're apparently the hottest thing in school, according to Sana. This didn't make much sense.

Though you had the idea that this would hold on until the final test on all of the projects was written. Many people feigned a friendship before, only to leave you after they got a good grade. It was sad that no one was really interested in your personality and rather your intelligence. Maybe this was Sana's plan. Use you for good grades and then leave.

♡

Finally, presentation day arrived. You were quite nervous about your end result. There was always a certain fear inside your body when it came to presentations. The thought of people laughing over your mistakes hunt you in every nightmare.

You sit beside Sana while watching another group present. Your leg bounces up and down in a fast rhythm. The pressure of presenting in front of the entire class presses down on you. Anxiety fills your mind and body. Your hands start shaking too.

Sana is focused on drawing a cute little figure into her notebook. She barely pays attention to the group that's currently presenting. What does catch her attention is the way you're behaving. The fast-paced leg bouncing and the shaky hands as you try to take notes on what the other students are saying. She glances at you for a few seconds before she gently puts a hand on your knee. She presses down onto your leg so it doesn't bounce anymore.

You look at Sana. Shock and confusion spread across your face. Sana smiles and caresses your knee with her thumb.

"It's fine, Y/n. Try to focus on something else. It's just a presentation. The others won't throw rotten tomatoes when you make a mistake."

You nod and try to calm down. Sana's gentle gestures helped a lot during the process. The group came to an end, and you raised your hand to give some feedback. Everything felt more at ease now that Sana was silently comforting you.

It's now your turn to present. You get up and walk to the front of the class. The PowerPoint starts, and you go over the agenda and explain the different topics. Sana notices a slight shake in your voice. She grabs your hand and holds it while you're presenting. The action is hidden so other classmates don't notice the affectionate gesture.

The presentation goes smoothly with no mistakes. The feedback is good, and the teacher seems pleased with the final product of your research. You give the teacher as well as some classmates the handout.

After class, you stop Sana and thank her for the help. She smiles and gives your hand a gentle kiss before disappearing into the crowded hallway.

♡

Sana asked you to study with her for the upcoming history test. To you, the topics and different timelines were easily understandable, yet to her, it was a disaster. Sana had not made any notes on the presentation, so you both decided to research the different presented topics.

You would give Sana a topic, and she should research about it and write down notes. At the end of your study session, she should present everything she researched. You did this four days in a row. Between researching, you also asked her questions about the different historic events. It helped her memorising everything, from dates to persons active during the historic eras.

Also, Momo and Mina started getting closer to you. The trio overall warmed up and took you in, almost like they adopted you. Momo was hesitant at first. She was always a bit introverted, so she got to know you at a slow pace. Mina was about the same. After a few days of sharing a table at lunch, the two of them started talking to you like you've been friends for a long time.

Sana kept her clingy energy with you. She used every opportunity to be close to you and seek your company. She even asked to be seated next to you in most classes.

All of this did not make sense to you. Yes, you enjoyed the company and the maybe promising friendships that could evolve, but on the other hand, you knew what happened. After the test, Sana would disappear with her friends and leave you alone.

The days went by quickly, and the ache in your stomach grew bigger with every passing hour. You did not want them to leave you. The time you had with these three girls was awesome. You have never met people like that before.

After the test was done, you thought Sana wouldn't even talk to you. To your surprise, she still hung out with you. Why's that?

♡

You open your history textbook, and a note falls onto your lap. Your name is written on one side in neat handwriting. Nobody usually got access to your books, so this is weird. How did anyone manage to slip a note in there?

You take the note and open it up. Inside, there is a small text.

Dear Y/n, I've been admiring you over the last month. I was so happy when our history teacher paired us together for the project. You are such a caring and fantastic person. I really like you. Would you meet me after school for more clarity? Yours sincerely, Sana.

Your eyes widen. Sana wrote a confession letter to you? How is this possible?! You always thought she was annoyed when you were around. Well, she did get closer to you over the last two weeks, but you never expected this.

You carefully fold the letter and put it into your pocket. One thing was clear. You definitely needed clarity on this. Everything is so confusing right now. How long has she liked you? Or is this only a trap? The anticipation for the meet-up after school grows with every second.

♡

Sana leans against the school wall while waiting for you. You take small but firm steps into her direction. She looks up and meets your gaze. A shy smile spreads across her face. You have never seen Sana this unsure in your life. Usually, she is always this confident girl, but right now, it seems like she's scared for your reaction.

You smile back and still in front of Sana. Silence fills up the space. Neither of you is sure how to start this conversation. You don't know what to say or how to open up this topic. Sana, let's out a deep breath.

"So you've read the letter?"

You nod and pull it out of your pocket as proof. Sana nods and looks at you curiously.

"Well, what do you have to say?"

"I, uhm, I honestly don't know. All of this is new to me. I've never had anyone confess to me. If I'm honest, I don't know why you're into me. I mean, there's not much to like about me."

Sana stares at you in disbelief. She steps closer and takes your hand. Her eyes meet yours. Her brown orbs sparkle a little.

"Are you kidding me? You're such a wonderful person, I don't get how people don't like you. There should be people standing in a line to date you. Even if you're nerdy or if you're not that popular. I think you're perfect. You're just right the way you are."

Your eyes fill up with adoration. Sana has just the right words to swoon you. Butterflies errupt in your stomach and spread a tingly feeling in your body. You giggle and hide your face in your hands.

Sana grins and takes your hands from your face again.

"So what do you say? Are you up for a date?"

You take a moment to think about it. After some consideration, you nod slowly. Sana excitedly jumps around and laughs happily.

"I honestly thought you would dump me after the project. Most people did that, so I was unsure about you and your friends staying."

Sana stops and frowns.

"I would've never done that. That's just low. Anyone who did that should be ashamed of themselves."

You smile. Sana takes your hand. The two of you start walking. Sana chats about all kinds of things while you listen carefully. It's a nice combo. You notice after some time that Sana is walking you home. The path, too engraved in your mind to not notice.

You stop at your house and turn to Sana.

"Thank you."

You shyly smile again. Sana grins and looks at you.

"For asking you out or walking you home?"

"Both."

You giggle and glance at her. Sana leans in and kisses your cheek. The kiss is gentle and soft. It could also be mistaken for a peck with how delicate it is. Your cheeks heat up and turn into a rose pink colour. Sana steps away from you and winks before walking off. She waves one last time before rounding the corner.

You step inside your house and hold the cheek she just kissed. Your other hand reaches for the letter. A smile spreads across your face as you soak up the lovely feeling of Sana's adoration for you.

♡

[raainberry]

let it snow (x3)

sana x gn!reader

« silly series - 18 »

synopsis - why would sana want to daydream of the day she met her partner when she relives it every few weeks? (but she’d really like to stop having to arrest you)

wordcount - 1.4K

T/W - nothing except the police i guess. oh and blood kinda but nothing crazy.

A/N - 🧍‍♀️. go thank @cry4mina for the comeback they bullied me into with this. jingle slay to you all💃

Oh, the weather outside is frightful.

White coated trees, blanketed grass, booted up kids throwing snowballs at each other, missing their target but not the innocent passersby struggling with black ice.

You love when the lyrics match the scene. After all, who doesn’t love relating to something. Even as small as a snowflake. That good old feeling of being linked, cuffed to something bigger than yourself.

Something that matters. That proves you exist. That you’re alive.

“You’re under arrest for trespassing and damage of property. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you’ll say can and will be—”

“—used against you in a court of law.” You finished alongside her. “I know, sweetheart, I keep hoping to see you there.”

You smirked, twisting your neck as best you could to get a glimpse of her. The reason you feel alive, cuffing you for the third time in two months.

You caught her rolling her eyes, and your lips stuttered out a dumb joke between your own giggles. Something about reliving this scene in a much more comfortable place last time…

“Shut it, I’m serious.”

Her voice was sharp, but you saw that corner of her lips move up as she tightened the cuffs. The cold metal bit into your wrists, and the winter air nipped at your flushed skin, but that chill down your spine? Nothing more than the thrill of the game.

“Oh, you’re serious?” you teased, turning your head again just enough to catch her glare. “Then why are your ears turning red, officer?”

“They’re red because it’s freezing, not because I’m amused by your antics,” she shot back, tugging you upright and guiding you towards the waiting patrol car.

“Antics?” you repeated, stumbling slightly on the icy sidewalk. “All I did was entertain the neighborhood kids. What’s wrong with a little community service?”

“Community service?” Sana stopped short, pulling on your cuffed hands to make you face her. Nothing funny about the furrowed eyebrows hardening her gaze, yet there you were, grinning like an idiot. “You whacked a window with a baseball bat, trespassed—again, and got into a fight with the homeowners.”

“First of all,” you scoffed, “the ball was a snowball. The bat? Snow baseball regulation standard. And the fight was crazy, like I went to apologize and they started hitting me—do you not see the bruising!?”. Your voice raised in pitch as you fought your restrained limbs, desperately trying to point out the spots that stung on your lips and cheek. “Why don’t you book them for assault too, huh?”

Sana raised an eyebrow, her eyes flicking over your face to notice the small bleeding cut on your top lip and the faint, pinkish bruise on your cheekbone.

Enough to pick at her heart, messing with the rhythm of its beats for a hot second before her brain took over. She scoffed at the sight, “Nothing crazy, only you.”

“Wow.”

“Done?”

You took a deep breath, finally taking your eyes off her before letting it all out in an exaggerated sigh. Just to put it out there, make it known you’re annoyed. “Fine… let’s go.”

Sana didn’t hide the smirk tugging at her lips, pushing you forward with a sharp motion. Her fingers were still firm around your wrist, and it was the only thing you could focus on despite the doom walk towards the patrol car.

“You know I really wish you’d stop getting yourself arrested to see me,” she said, her voice laced with that professionalism you both knew she was barely holding onto.

“It’s not like I do it on purpose…” you mumbled before giggling. “But it’s our thing I guess. You, arresting me, cuffing me… It’s like fate,”you teased, nudging her with your shoulder. “Come on, admit it. I spice up your boring shifts.”

Her pace didn’t falter, the crunch of snow beneath your shoes was the only sound for a moment, but you didn’t let up. Barely holding on but very tightly… “There’s nothing boring about my shift. The only thing you’re doing is giving me a headache,” she shot back. Her eyes flicked back to your face, softening for just a second before she steeled herself again. “You’re lucky I don’t add ‘wasting my time’ to the list of charges.”

“You’d never,” you chuckled. “You care too much.”

“About my job? Yes,” she retorted, already pulling you towards the car again.

“About me.”

This time she did falter, for just a second, but she recovered quickly, shoving you into the back seat with as little care as possible.

“Ow! Where’s the damage control, officer?” you whined, shifting uncomfortably. “Aren’t you supposed to make sure I’m okay? Get me a band-aid or som—”

Sana’s exasperated sigh cut you off as she leaned into the open door, one hand gripping the top of the frame while the other rested on her hip. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?”

“So I’ve been told,” you shrugged, flashing her a grin.

Her jaw tightened, but there was something in her eyes, something softer. She knew she was fighting a losing battle, so she glanced over her shoulder, scanning the snowy street for any sign of too curious passersby. Nothing but snow and the same busy people fighting for their lives on black ice so she turned back to you, finally mirroring your smile.

“You really don’t know when to shut up, do you?”

“Can you blame me if this is what I get from it?”

For a heartbeat, you thought she might laugh it off. Maybe roll her eyes, slam the door, and drive you straight to the precinct like last time. But then she leaned in, her hand still braced on the car as her face hovered inches from yours.

And then she kissed you. Time froze. Everything stilled but your lips, allowing her to give into the warmth of her desires.

Her kiss was soft, lips pressing gently against yours, mindful of the bruising on your mouth. The faint sting of your split lip was nothing, a mere distraction from the delightful fire she’d lit up inside your heart.

If anything that pain made it real, kept you in touch with reality while this ridiculous rom-com moment unfolded. The cold touch of her free hand hovering on the side of your neck did a great job too, her thumb grazing your jawline.

She pulled away first, but she stayed close, her breath mingling with yours. Her gaze flickered to your lips from your eyes, “You’re bleeding again.”

You chuckled, nodding your head towards her mouth, “Yeah well, you’ve got some too.”

She blinked, bringing her hand up to her lips, “What,” she swiped her thumb on her lips, gasping softly at the faint smear of red. “Great.” she muttered, grabbing a tissue from her pocket.

“You know, you should be careful with these things,” you teased, grinning despite the ache in your lip. “What are they gonna say if we walk into the precinct and your captain sees that?”

Sana’s head snapped up, her glare weakening at the sight of your smile. “Don’t even joke about that.”

“No but think about it. Just walking in with matching bloody lips, Jihyo jumping you for sleeping with the perp,” you giggled at your own joke before continuing, “Maybe you should just let me go. I’ll cook tonight and put it behind us.”

She paused for half a second, tissue still pressed to her lips as your words registered. “Right, because that wouldn’t look suspicious at all.”

You sighed, throwing your head back dramatically. “Sana just please let me go,” you whined again, drawing out the words in hopes to tug at the bit of sympathy you knew she felt for you.

Only for her to roll her eyes. And instead of answering and bickering some more, she leaned back and reached back for the edge of the door.

“Sana—”

The door slammed shut with a thud, cutting off your protests for good.

You watched through the window as she rounded the back of the car. When she slid into the driver’s seat she seemed composed enough, but you could see the faint pink dusting her cheeks.

She refused to look at you.

The car soon started to fill the silence with the soft hum of the heater, and you leaned forward, trying to catch her eye in the rearview mirror.

“You’re awfully quiet,” you said as the engine came to life, “Thinking about dinner already?”

“Shut up.”

[soulkeeper801]

Safe place - Twice Sana

Requested: Reader has always been someone who doesn’t let others see or know how she’s truly feeling(in terms of sadness and negative emotions) even when it comes to her girlfriend Sana. But, after an incident(you can choose…something really angsty preferably no death tho) Sana tries to get her to open up which leads to an argument and reader eventually breaking down.

Words: 1.6k

Angst? Fluff/Comfort

Sana x idol!f!reader (Y/N's group is disbanding)

“So the group is stopping all activities that were ready for the rest of the year,” one of the directors said, closing the file he was holding in his hands and giving a glance at where you were, “we’ve tried many things and not one of them have worked. I’m sorry, girls,” he continued, her gaze now filled with a hint of pity, “but we can’t do anything else, the project is over”.

You knew this would happen sooner or later. You thought you had prepared yourself to hear those words yet when they touched your ears your heart broke in a million pieces. The one thing you had worked hard for years was ending suddenly, leaving you with nothing else. 

What were you supposed to do now?

“We’ll find a way,” you whispered to one of your members as you saw her hold back tears.

There was no way.

You could only give them faint hopes to fight for what was left but deep down you knew it was really over.

The ride home was silent.

No one dared to say a word, knowing very well that it was probably one of the last times you would be together in the van that got you to places that only feeded hopes that never blossomed.

“Are you having dinner with me, baby?” a text lighted up your phone screen.

And it somehow lightened up your mood at least for a second.

“I might be late, love,” you replied.

“I’m buying take out on my way home, I’ll wait for you,” she texted one more time and you left out a deep sigh.

Sana was your number one supporter. Always getting in trouble with her own company just to promote you and your group. 

But not even that could save you.

As the van pulled up to your apartment building, the somber mood inside was hard to shake. You and your fellow group members slowly filed out, each lost in their own thoughts. 

The weight of the failed project pressed heavily on your shoulders, and the uncertainty of the future was overwhelming.

When you entered your apartment, you couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness. The walls adorned with posters and memories of your group's journey served as a painful reminder of what was now lost. 

As soon as they went to sleep, you made your way out to Sana’s apartment. It was something they all knew you would do and as always, they made sure no one would notice you were gone.

“I got your favorite,” Sana said when she saw you crossing the door frame with your spare key, “you must be so tired,” she continued, getting close to you and embracing you in a tight hug.

A hug that served not only as a welcome but also as the comfort you were looking for. 

You hated to be seen as vulnerable, not in control of your own feelings and emotions so you always wore a cool mask to protect yourself. You held back all the tears that had pooled on your eyes as soon as Sana’s warmth covered you.

“You still have glitter on your hair,” she chuckled, taking a strain of bright color from your hair and shoulders but her eyes lingered a little longer on your features. She knew you too well. “Everything alright?” 

Your gaze immediately went to the floor, there was no way you could lie at her while looking at her eyes. “Yeah,” you trailed off, trying to talk about anything else but the thing that was making you feel miserable. “What do we have for dinner?” you asked, taking a step towards the kitchen counter where the paper bags were placed.

Sana let you go but followed you closely with her eyes. Something was off.

As you unpacked the takeout containers on the kitchen counter, Sana leaned against the doorway, her concern evident in her gaze. She knew you better than anyone else and could tell when something was bothering you, no matter how hard you tried to hide it.

You both sat down at the small dining table, and the atmosphere in the room felt heavy with unspoken emotions. The aroma of the food filled the air, but neither of you had much of an appetite.

Sana finally broke the silence, her voice soft and understanding. "You can talk to me, you know. I can see that something's bothering you. You don't have to pretend everything's okay."

“It’s okay,” you lied one more time. Sana didn’t need to know what was happening. Your problems were yours to deal with and she didn’t have to be bothered. “This soup is amazing, where is it from?”

Sana smiled sadly. Didn’t you trust her enough?

“That Japanese place that opened last week,” she replied quietly, taking a spoonful herself to confirm what you were saying.

“We should buy from there more often,” you continued, trying to bring the conversation to a shallow topic. “Not a lot of new businesses around lately, huh?”

You lifted your gaze to find Sana looking intently at you. She had left her spoon on the side of her plate as she studied your expression looking for answers.

“Not a lot,” she replied, waiting patiently for you to go at your own pace, to process whatever was going through your mind until it was the right time for you to come forward.

Silence fell upon you two once again. You didn’t know but Sana couldn’t keep her eyes away from you. 

Usually, you would tell her all about your day. Where you girls went to record, what kind of food the team got you, if anything fun happened, you would tell every detail of it. 

Sana knew how much it excited you to be in this industry and how passionate you were about your job.

So it felt weird for her to have you dejected and silent during the little time you had to share everything with each other.

Sana finally broke the silence, her voice soft and understanding. "You can talk to me, baby. I can definitely see that something's wrong. You can trust me.”

You sighed, realizing that there was no point in keeping up the facade with Sana anymore. She had been your rock through all the highs and lows of your journey with the group, and you trusted her with all your soul.

“The group’s over,” were the words that left your lips.

And you felt the world crumbling around you. Saying it out loud made it ten times realer and it broke you down.

“Oh, Y/N,” Sana breathed out, reaching for you to bring you into a comforting hug.

Once again, her warmth made you feel safe but this time you let it all out, letting the tears fall freely from your eyes as your shoulders shook from the heavy sobs you weren’t able to control.

Sana held you close, offering the comfort you so desperately needed. She didn't say anything; she simply held you, letting you pour out all the pent-up emotions that had been festering inside you. 

Her gentle presence was a balm for your wounded soul, and for the first time in a while, you didn't have to pretend to be strong.

As you cried in Sana's embrace, she whispered soothing words and reassurances. Her hand gently rubbed your back in a comforting rhythm, and she let you take all the time you needed to let it out.

After what felt like an eternity, your sobs began to subside, and you pulled away from Sana's embrace, wiping away the tears with the back of your hand. You felt emotionally drained but also a strange sense of relief. Finally sharing your pain with someone who understood made the burden a little lighter.

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do,” you said, a little calmer after having cried for several minutes. “The group was all that I had”.

“That’s not true,” she replied, putting a strand of your hair behind your ear to look at your face better, “You have your talent,” she assured, “you have your passion and you have the girls who I’m sure also want to continue with this path,” she continued.

She looked at you with adoration in her eyes.

“You all will leave the company after the contract is terminated so you can get together and start again as a group somewhere else,” she proposed. 

You stared at Sana, her words slowly sinking in. The idea of starting anew with your group members, away from the constraints of the company that had just let you go, was both terrifying and exhilarating.

"But where would we even begin?" you asked, uncertainty still lingering in your voice.

Sana's smile grew brighter, filled with determination. "There will be a way. I believe in you, in all of you. You have the talent, the passion, and the dedication. You can build something incredible together, something that's truly yours."

Her unwavering support gave you a glimmer of hope in this otherwise dark moment. It was a daunting prospect, but the thought of creating music and art with your friends, free from corporate limitations, was a dream worth chasing.

You looked at her and her smile gave you hope. She leaned in to hold your face in her hands and instinctively you closed your eyes. Sana always knew what to say to make you feel better, to make you feel protected and safe when everything was crumbling down. 

“I believe in you,” she repeated, leaving a soft kiss on your lips that lingered for a couple of seconds, “I can’t wait to see all the success you’re about to have”.

You nodded at her words, reloaded with a new sense of motivation. 

As you leaned on Sana's shoulder, you realized that even when one chapter ends, another can begin. You had the talent, the passion, and, most importantly, the unwavering support of someone who believed in you. 

With a grateful heart, you whispered, "Thank you, for everything," knowing that you were not alone in this journey.

[atlasthegreatest]

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

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

Word count: 2817

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

Sana had it bad.

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

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

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

And now, her members had figured it out.

——————-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

———————

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sana flushed. “I can’t—”

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

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

“You like them.” Momo interrupted, beaming.

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

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

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

———————

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

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

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

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

Chaeyoung: Go get her, tiger!

Nayeon: Make sure you kiss her!

Jeongyeon: 👍

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sana blinked. “Wait… what?”

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

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

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

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

———————

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

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

Sana beamed. “They said yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

——————

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

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

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

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

“Tomorrow,” Sana mumbled, suddenly feeling shy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The room erupted in laughter.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

———————-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

———————

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

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

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

“Did you kiss?” Momo asked eagerly.

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

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

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

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

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

——————

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

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

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

“Sana, someone’s here to see you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sana’s face flushed bright red.

——————

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

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

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

Y/n smiled softly. “Yeah. It does.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

———————

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

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

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

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

“What’s this?” Sana asked, curious.

“Open it.”

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

“Fancy meeting you here, beautiful.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

[seoltzuki]

Field Trip

sana x fem reader

fluff, suggestive 2.5K words

Teacher Sana, librarian reader, and the crew chaperone a year-end trip for the kids graduating elementary school. It’s exciting, it’s changing, we’re arguing, ugh!

a/n: sequel to Sunshine :) also chae, momo, tzu, mina and nayeon are in sixth grade now so you know… they change

You wrinkle your forehead, pondering which books would be perfect for story time on the upcoming trip. It’s the kids’ final year at this school—should you choose something about the teenage years, high school drama? Or keep their imaginations alive with something more whimsical? They’ve grown so moody and sharp-tongued, you wonder if they’ll even sit still long enough for a story.

The soft creak of the library door catches your attention, and you don’t need to turn around to know who it is. Her scent pulls you in as she draws closer. Hands slide around your waist from behind, and you can’t help but smile. “My sunshine,” Sana murmurs, planting a gentle kiss on your jaw.

You hum softly, half-lost in thought, as Sana’s lips brush against the back of your neck. Her hands glide up, fingers tracing your sides, slow and teasing. “What’s got you thinking so hard?” she whispers, her lips close to your ear, voice low and playful. You try to focus, but her touch is persistent, her fingers pressing into your waist just enough to make your breath hitch.

“I’m just… trying to figure out the right books for the kids,” you manage, though your voice wavers when Sana’s hands slip to your hips, pulling you back gently against her.

“Mmm, always working. My baby’s so good and perfect,” she purrs, letting her lips trail down your neck. “Need me? There’s a few ways I can help.” Her hands wander, and the warmth of her body presses into you as she sways you both, ever so slightly.

You bite your lip, trying to keep your thoughts straight, but she’s relentless, her touch making it hard to think about anything except her. “Sana,” you say, though it’s more of a breath than a warning.

“Hmm?” she replies, her voice full of mischief as her hands drift higher. “Let me help.”

You sigh, fighting to stay focused. “I’m serious, Sana,” you manage to say, though your voice is unsteady with the way her lips linger on your neck, her touch making it hard to concentrate.

“I’m serious too,” she whispers, her fingers slipping beneath the hem of your shirt, grazing your skin and sending a shiver through you. Her lips press a soft kiss just behind your ear, and your breath catches. “The kids love a bit of adventure, some magic…” she murmurs, her voice like silk, while her fingers trace slow, teasing patterns on your waist.

Your heart skips a beat as she nuzzles closer, lips brushing behind your ear again. “We could always read them a horror story,” she says, her tone playful. “Better than scaring them with teenage high school doom. They’ll get enough of that next fall.”

Sana’s hands glide up your sides before she gently turns you around to face her, her eyes soft and warm. She smiles, so sweetly, so full of love that your chest tightens. “I know you’ll find the best books,” she whispers, her voice full of affection. “You’re always so great at that.”

The tenderness in her words makes you lean in, closing the distance between you. Your lips meet hers, and you feel the soft, surprised moan escape from her as your kiss deepens. She melts against you, a giggle bubbling up as she pulls back slightly, eyes gleaming.

“Didn’t expect that, huh?” you murmur, brushing your thumb across her cheek as she beams up at you.

Sana’s grin turns sly as her fingers trace slow circles on your hips. “Nope, but I’m definitely not complaining,” she murmurs, leaning in, her lips inches from yours. “Kiss me again?”

Her hands slide down past your hips, and you can feel the way her chest presses into yours during each breath. “Sana…” you begin, but she just giggles, her lips brushing yours.

“Sunshine…” she whispers, as she tilts her head to give you puppy eyes. Her hands roam higher, her breath warm against your lips. “Please?”

You laugh softly. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it,” she teases, before you lean in to give her another kiss.

I do love you.

~~~

The bus buzzes with excitement as everyone settles in for the trip. Jeongyeon stands at the front, clipboard in hand, doing a final headcount. “Is everyone here?”

Up by the driver, Jihyo is confirming last-minute details, her phone in one hand as she gestures to the route on her screen. She catches your eye, giving you a quick nod before returning to her conversation.

A few rows back, Sana and Dahyun are busy sorting snacks. “Granola bars or apples?” Dahyun asks, while Sana grins, already handing out gummy bears to the nearby kids.

You unfold the itinerary Jihyo gave you earlier, scanning the plans for the next three days—hiking, a museum visit, and a campfire night. The schedule is packed, but it looks fun. The bus engine rumbles and you glance out the window, watching the school fade away.

“Miss Sunshine, are you excited?” Nayeon’s voice breaks your focus. She pops her head over the seat in front of you, her bunny smile wide and playful.

You grin back at her, her bangs now gone, showing off more of her face. “Yeah, I’m excited! It’s going to be great!”

Nayeon rests her chin on the seatback, her eyes twinkling. “Yay! Just checking if these plans are fun enough,” she teases, nodding toward the itinerary in your lap.

Before you can answer, Mina shyly peeks over the seat beside her, her chubby cheeks almost gone but her smile still soft and sweet. “Are you excited too?” she asks quietly.

You nod, returning her gentle smile. “Yeah, definitely. What about you, sweetheart?”

“A little nervous,” Mina admits with a shy laugh, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “But I think it’ll be fun.”

Nayeon playfully pokes Mina’s nose. “Don’t worry, we’ll make sure you have a blast!”

Just as you’re about to respond, a loud groan comes from the back of the bus. You turn around to see Chaeyoung glaring at Momo, who’s casually chewing something.

“What’s going on back there?” you ask.

“Stupid Momo ate my gummies!” Chaeyoung exclaims, slapping Momo’s arm.

Momo shrugs, still chewing, her eyes fixed on the window. “You can’t even eat them with those ugly braces of yours,” she says, totally unfazed.

You gasp, ready to step in, but Sana’s already on it. She steps forward, arms crossed, her tone firm. “Apologize. Both of you. Now.”

Chaeyoung and Momo mumble half-hearted apologies. Before Jeongyeon can jump in to scold them, Dahyun calls out urgently, “Tzuyu’s getting car sick!”

The bus is quickly descending into chaos, and you sigh, glancing back at the itinerary. It’s only the beginning of the trip, and things are already getting ugh!

~~~

The museum is cool and quiet, the soft echo of footsteps and hushed voices filling the space as you stand in front of a large exhibit on historical archives. The kids gather around you, their curious eyes wide as they listen.

Tzuyu raises her hand and you can’t help but notice how much she’s grown. She’s nearly your height now, standing out from the group of students, and you smile at the memory of her being one of the shortest in the group not too long ago.

“But how do people even know what’s important to keep?” She asks, her wide eyes full of genuine wonder. “Like… how do you choose what goes into an archive?”

You smile, glad to see her so engaged. “That’s a great question, Tzuyu. Archivists look at what’s relevant to people’s lives, cultures, and history. We collect things that tell stories about how people lived, what they valued, what they struggled with. Sometimes, it’s big events or, it’s something small—like letters, or old photos. It’s about piecing together the whole story.”

Tzuyu nods thoughtfully, clearly thinking it over, and beside her, Momo speaks up next. “So, like… even regular people’s stuff gets kept? Not just famous people?”

“Exactly,” you say, nodding. “Everyone’s story matters, not just the famous ones. That’s why personal archives are so important.”

You glance at Sana for a brief moment. She’s leaning against the wall in the back, her eyes never leaving you. There’s a glow in her expression, like she’s seeing you in a new light, utterly in awe of how effortlessly you share your passion with the kids. Her gaze makes you feel warm inside, and you can’t help but stand a little taller.

Before you can continue, Nayeon adds, “Wait, so do you think in a hundred years, people are going to be looking at our old texts and selfies in an archive?”

The group breaks into giggles, but you nod. “It’s possible! Digital archives are a huge part of the future. What we share online, what we document today, might be what future generations use to understand our world. So yeah, even your selfies could be a part of history.”

The kids laugh again as Sana catches your eye again from the back, mouthing the words, “you’re amazing. I love you.” You can feel the pride swelling in her chest. It’s as if she’s soaking up every bit of who you are in this moment, her eyes filled with deep affection. You smile softly at her before turning back to the kids.

"Should we go for lunch, class?"

"Yes!"

~~~

The food court is busy as you settle into your seat with the staff, Sana comfortably by your side. You take a bite of your sandwich, feeling her hand resting gently on your thigh under the table, her thumb tracing soft circles that bring a smile to your lips.

As your gaze drifts to the students’ table, you spot Momo happily sharing her food with Chaeyoung, who clutches her “prehistoric” bone—something she bought at the souvenir shop. "You wouldn’t get it Miss, it’s Tim Burton aesthetic," she explained, eyes sparkling. A little odd, but you can’t help but chuckle at the sight.

Jeongyeon leans in with a playful grin. “They grow up so fast, don’t they?”

You nod, the bittersweet reality sinking in. “Yeah... bummer this is my last year with them.”

Before you can dwell on it, Jihyo chimes in from across the table, a mischievous glint in her eye as she winks at Sana. “Well, not for everyone. Some of us will still be following them.”

The comment catches you off guard, leaving you momentarily confused, but before you can respond, Dahyun cuts in with a flourish. “I’m sending all my energy to the high school nurse. They’re going to need it when this bunch shows up!”

Laughter fills the air, and the lighthearted teasing continues. Sana’s hand remains on your thigh, her fingers shifting to rub gentle circles on your lower back.

She leans a little closer, “I can’t wait for summer break,” she says, glancing at you with a soft smile. “Finally, we’ll have time to rest, recharge, and—” she pauses, her tone dripping with affection, “I’ll finally get to spend time with my girl.”

The second she finishes, a chorus of groans erupts from around the table.

“Oh, here we go again,” Jihyo sighs, rolling her eyes dramatically.

“Seriously?” Jeongyeon adds, shaking her head with an amused smirk. “Can’t we get through one meal without you two being all lovey-dovey?”

Even Dahyun joins in, mock-fanning herself. “So sweet it’s giving me cavities.”

Sana simply scrunches her nose and nudges you lightly, her eyes sparkling with love.

My sunshine that I love so much.

~~~

The campfire crackles as you get ready to set up for story time. Just as you arrange the last few details, the kids come bustling into the cabin, their faces alight with mischief.

Mina steps forward, holding something carefully in her hands. She gives you a shy smile before presenting a handmade card, decorated with bits of books, photos, and “Thank You” written in neat, colorful letters. Your heart swells at the sight of it.

You chuckle, shaking your head, when Nayeon speaks up next. “We’re gonna miss you so much! Our favourite librarian!” she says, leaning in, her bunny smile on full display. “We’ll make sure to ask Miss. Minatozaki for updates on you.”

You pause, confused. “Oh?”

Before Nayeon can answer, Momo chimes in, smirking. “Sana told us she’s coming with us to high school. She’ll be our teacher there!”

The room stills for a moment as you process the words. Sana, in high school? She never mentioned that.

“Yeah!” Tzuyu bounces excitedly. “She said she’ll follow us!”

A weight settles in your chest, but you push it aside for now. Smiling, you pull the kids in for a hug. “Thank you for the beautiful gift,” you say softly, holding them close.

The door opens, and Sana walks in, her eyes lighting up as soon as she sees you with the kids. “My sunshine and my favorite students,” she says warmly, her smile bright. The kids giggle, but you remain quiet, your mind stuck on what they just said.

“High school, huh?” you ask, your tone a little sharper than you intended.

Sana’s smile falters, sensing the shift. She quickly turns to the kids. “Why don’t you go help with the marshmallows outside?”

The kids rush out, arguing playfully about who will get to roast the first one, and you’re left standing with Sana.

Sensing the weight of your silence, she steps closer, reaching out to take your hand gently. You hesitate for a moment, but eventually let her hold it, feeling the familiar comfort in her touch. She gives your hand a soft squeeze, searching your face, and for a brief second, you squeeze back.

“Sana...” you start, trying to find the right words.

Before you can continue, she says quietly, “I wasn’t trying to keep it from you. I thought—”

You take a breath, whispering as you finally respond, “Look, I’m happy for you. It’s a big step in your career, a new chapter. Go for it.”

Sana’s eyes drop to your hand in hers, and though she’s still holding on, you can feel the tension growing. You offer a small smile, trying to reassure her.

“I just... need to go finish setting up for story time,” you say softly, pulling your hand from hers and stepping toward the door.

“y/n, wait!”

~~~

Story time had been a complete success. The kids were captivated (and petrified, thanks to Jeongyeon) by every word, huddled around the campfire as the horror story unfolded. Now, the cabin is quiet, save for the soft sounds of their peaceful breaths. You step inside to check on them one last time. Tzuyu is curled up in Nayeon’s arms, Mina’s head rests on Chaeyoung’s legs, and Momo is sprawled out in her usual starfish position, taking up an unnecessary amount of space on the bed.

You smile tenderly, a yawn creeping up on you as exhaustion from the long day finally settles in. Jeongyeon and Dahyun bid their goodnights, leaving for their own cabins while you stay behind to help Jihyo with the cleanup.

“Thanks for sticking around to help,” Jihyo whispers with a tired smile, stacking the last of the blankets.

“No problem. Just a bit more to go,” you reply, picking up a bucket of water to extinguish the dying fire outside.

As you step out into the cool night air, the stars twinkling above, you feel a gentle tug on your arm. Turning, you find Sana standing there, her eyes filled uncertainty.

“Can we talk?” she asks quietly, her voice barely louder than the soft rustling of the trees.

You set the bucket down, your heart heavy with everything left unsaid between you. Nodding, you let her pull you to the campfire.

Sana leads you to the glow of the campfire, where the night feels even quieter. She stops, turning to face you, her fingers still gently wrapped around your wrist.

She sighs, eyes searching yours. “I didn’t mean to keep you in the dark about... high school,” she says softly. Her voice wavers slightly, but she holds your gaze, her brow furrowed with concern.

You look at her, feeling the weight of her words settle in. “I just wish you would’ve told me,” you admit. “I mean, I’m happy for you, really. It’s a huge step. But... that’s something I needed to hear from you.”

Sana winces slightly at your words, her thumb absentmindedly tracing circles on your wrist. “I didn’t want to upset you. I just... I thought this was something we could figure out together later.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Later? Sana, they all knew before I did.”

Her lips part to respond, but she stops herself, dropping her gaze to the ground. She takes a breath before speaking again. “I didn’t realize how much it would hurt you. I just... I thought you’d be proud, and we’d find a way to make it work.”

Your heart softens at her words, but there’s still a dull ache in your chest. “It’s not that I’m not proud of you. You’re amazing. But we’ve always worked through things together. This feels like... you’re moving on without me.”

Sana’s eyes widen, and she quickly steps closer, her hands now cupping your face. “No, no, I’m not moving on without you. I could never do that. I was going to tell you, I promise, but everything happened so fast with the kids, and I thought... I thought I had time.”

You let out a quiet breath, leaning into her touch as she speaks. The sincerity in her voice is enough to make your frustration melt away just a little.

“I don’t want to lose us,” she whispers, her eyes searching yours again, filled with worry. “I want us to be okay.”

You nod, your hand coming up to rest on hers, squeezing gently. “We will be. We just... need to communicate better. No more surprises like this.”

Sana bites her lip, then nods quickly. “No more surprises.” She pulls you closer, resting her forehead against yours for a long moment.

“I love you,” she murmurs. “And I’ll figure out how to make this work for both of us.”

You close your eyes, taking in the moment, feeling the tension between you ease slightly. “I love you too,” you whisper back.

Sana’s hands slide from your cheeks to your nape. She leans in, her lips pressing against yours in a soft, lingering kiss. When she pulls back, her gaze is filled with nothing but love and sincerity.

"I love you," she whispers, her voice barely audible as she kisses you again. Another kiss follows, each one a little more insistent, like she’s trying to convey everything she feels through the tender brush of her lips.

"I love you," she repeats, her voice growing softer with every kiss. She peppers your face with them—your lips, your cheeks, the corner of your mouth—each one carrying the same words. "I love you... I love you."

You can’t help but smile between her kisses, your heart swelling as her warmth surrounds you. The tension from before dissolves completely, replaced by the reassurance of her love and the depth of her affection.

Sana finally pulls back just a fraction, her nose pressing against your cheek as she breathes out, “I love you,” one last time, her voice barely a whisper.

You close your eyes, soaking in the moment, feeling the world fade around you, leaving just the two of you standing there in the cool night air.

After a few heartbeats, you pull away slightly, your smile mirroring hers. “We’re going to be okay,” you say softly.

Sana nods, her hands still cradling your face as she smiles, eyes glistening. “Together,” she whispers.

~~~

Sana’s hands roam your back as she pulls you closer, her lips warm and insistent against yours. The soft hum of your office fades as you melt into the kiss, her familiar, teasing energy filling the space between you. Sana breaks away for a second, her breath tickling your skin as she whispers, "You know, we could just stay here... a little longer."

Her lips find your neck, and you let out a soft laugh, half-heartedly trying to push her away. "Sana, you’re terrible."

"Terribly in love," she murmurs, her hands slipping beneath the hem of your shirt as her lips brush against your collarbone. You tilt your head back, losing yourself in the moment until—

The phone rings.

With a groan, you reach for the receiver, catching Sana’s pout out of the corner of your eye. You press it to your ear, trying to steady your breath.

"Hello?"

"Y/N, stop kissing Sana in your office and get back to your library," Jihyo’s voice comes through, sharp but teasing.

You freeze, your face heating up. "W-What? I’m not—"

"You are," Jihyo cuts you off, a hint of amusement in her tone. "The entire high school is waiting for you to unlock the doors. Get moving!"

You glance at Sana, who’s biting her lip to keep from laughing. She leans in, mouthing, busted.

You roll your eyes, a grin tugging at your lips. "Right, right. I’ll be there in a minute," you say, before hanging up the phone.

Sana giggles, slipping her arms around your waist again. "Looks like we’ve been caught."

"Yeah, thanks to you," you laugh, giving her a playful shove. "Come on, we’ve got a school waiting."

Sana sighs dramatically, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before stepping back. "Fine, fine. But tonight," she says, winking as she heads for the door, "I’m not letting you escape."

You shake your head with a smile, grabbing your keys and following her out.

~~~

Extra

The group sits sprawled across their usual corner in the cafeteria, as if they own the place. Nayeon, perched in the center, knows she’s the it girl and doesn’t even try to hide it. She leans back in her chair, twirling a strand of hair around her finger as she flips through her phone. Her lips curve in a satisfied smile whenever someone from another table glances their way.

"Honestly," Nayeon says, voice dripping with dramatic flair, "I can’t help it if people want to be me."

Chaeyoung, who’s been doodling something vaguely surreal and definitely weird on a napkin, looks up with a snort. "Yeah, well, try being original for once." She holds up her drawing—a mishmash of creatures and odd geometric shapes. "Now this is what people should be looking at."

Nayeon squints at it and tilts her head. "Is that… a lizard playing guitar with a tree trunk?"

Chaeyoung beams proudly. "Close. It’s a frog shredding on an electric cactus."

Momo, sitting beside them, can barely keep her eyes open. Her head is resting in her arms on the table, and she groans sleepily. "Why are we talking so loud… Can’t we just take a nap? Lunch break is for resting, not arguing over frogs."

Tzuyu, towering over everyone, stifles a laugh as she listens to the banter. Even though she’s practically taller than half the faculty, to the others, she’s still the baby of the group. She reaches over to pat Momo’s head, as if soothing a child. "You’re always sleepy. Maybe if you didn’t stay up binge-watching food documentaries, you’d be awake enough to hear Chaeyoung’s masterpiece."

Momo grumbles, not lifting her head. "They’re calming. And educational. Unlike your jokes, Tzuyu."

Tzuyu, with her trademark deadpan expression, shrugs. "I make excellent jokes. You’re just too tired to appreciate them."

Chaeyoung leans back, grinning. "I’ll give you that. Tzuyu’s funnier than people give her credit for."

"But she’s still our baby," Nayeon teases, reaching over to pinch Tzuyu’s cheek. "Our little giant baby."

Tzuyu sighs dramatically, gently swatting Nayeon’s hand away. "I’m literally the tallest one here. And I’m not a baby."

"Aw, don’t worry," Momo mumbles sleepily, barely raising her head. "You’ll always be the group’s baby, no matter how tall you get."

Tzuyu rolls her eyes but doesn’t argue, knowing she’ll never win this battle. Instead, she reaches over to take a sip of her drink, pretending not to care.

Mina, who’s been quietly fiddling with her handheld gaming console throughout the entire conversation, finally chimes in. "I think we should all just get into gaming and forget about all this."

Chaeyoung leans over to peek at Mina’s screen. "What are you playing now? Is it that alien spaceship game again?"

Mina nods enthusiastically. "It’s the latest version. Way more levels, better graphics… It’s amazing."

Nayeon rolls her eyes affectionately. "You’re such a nerd, Mina. If you spent half as much time on your social life as you do on video games…"

Mina looks up, flashing a rare but dazzling smile. "But where’s the fun in that?"

Chaeyoung cackles, clearly on Mina’s side. "You tell her, Mina."

Momo, eyes still half-closed, raises a finger in the air. "I support Mina."

Tzuyu gives an approving nod. "I can get behind that too."

Nayeon sighs in mock defeat, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Fine. I guess gaming is kind of cool. But you all better still bow down to your queen." She flashes her infamous bunny smile, knowing full well they never would—but it doesn’t matter. She’s the Nayeon, after all.

The group dissolves into laughter. Even with their quirks and differences, they’re a family. They’ve watched each other grow, change, and yet somehow, they’re still the same.

[misahyochaeng]

“Insider”

(CEO!Mina x Fem!Reader🌧️🔞)

TW's// Smut, Dom!Mina, Sub!reader, CEO!Mina, Clubbing, One night stand, catching feelings, slight angst, Fingering, Bathroom sex, L bombing, Public area, exhibitionism, hair pulling, spanking, Mina is DESPERATE. Mentions of Nayeon and Sana, you and nayeon lowkey have some tension here and there but shh..//

—Flashback—

—"Nggh, M-Mina-nim.. fuck.” Your body shook the bathroom stall, your body gripping Mina's shoulders as you came undone on her fingers.

—"Hmm.. good girl." She helped you ride your high, helping you finish and clean up.

—"No hard feelings, ok?" Mina replied sternly, fixing your appearance and leaving you there at the bathroom stall.

No hard feelings.

—Flashback end—

Those harsh words echoed and panged through your mind. It had been almost a month since your one night stand with the vicious club owner, known for her dark aura and intimidating presence; yet you saw her in her most vulnerable moments, her digits inside you as she took care of the problem inbetween your legs.

You'd promise yourself to not fall in love, but your heart was saying otherwise. You kept stalking her social medias, keeping up with the company club, eyeing events she hosted and thinking about how nice it'd be to go and see her again, maybe experience her fingers inside you again.

—"Fuck.. ughhh i can't, i miss her so much." You complained to your friend Nayeon, head on her lap as she played with your hair, your hands scrolling aimlessly through Mina's feed.

—"Y/N, honey, come on.. It was just a fling, what's so awesome about, her?"

—"Nayeon, you don't get it.. it's THE Myoui Mina, imagine being able to spend the night with the most fucking rich woman in all Seoul? Shit, you'd be crazy like me too!!"

Nayeon rolled her eyes, pinching your cheeks softly as she continued to play with your hair.—"Alright, alright, dummy.. It's noticeable you're hooked."

You nod, getting comfortable in Nayeons lap as you continued scrolling.

You need to see her.

—

On the other hand, Mina was in her office, counting up big stacks of twenty dollar bills, legs resting on her desk as she went through the paper. —"Alright, Sana, here's your payment..."

Mina said as she handed the Japanese a rough stack of cash, her expression cold. —"And the rest i'll be keeping, as promised."

Sana checked and counted her bills, the ones she hardly worked for by dancing. —"Ma'am this is only—"

—"Am i getting a complaint, Minatozaki?" She snapped back, her voice cold and stern,

—"You got your fair share, you know i need to get my bills paid, darling." Mina stood up and leaned over her desk, lifting Sana's chin up and inching closer to her, lips barely apart as she stared at the latter in a rather dominating composure.

—"Is there any way i can increase my payment, Ma'am?" Sana asked, hand snaking to hold Mina's, which was still on her chin.

Mina thought for a bit, getting an idea and smirking. —"Oh i know a way, sweetheart."

———

—"Holy shit, Y/N!!" Nayeon yelped as she scrolled through her phone, you were laying next to her watching a movie, the scream making you jolt up, eyes going wide.

—"What the fuck!" She shut you up with a finger to your lip, sitting up properly as she began to explain, eyes scanning yours.

—"Okay, soo.. yknow my whole modeling thing with Tommy Hillfiger, right?" You nodded, eyebrows furrowed as she yapped on and on.

—"They're hosting a runway event and they invited me!," Nayeon then leaned closer to you, practically whispering in your ear

—"And they said i could bring a plus one, plus they're holding an after party in this club,” Nayeon said in a low sultry tone, trying to seduce and convince you, the action making you roll your eyes.

—"Come on! it'll be fun!" After a couple minutes of nagging, you finally gave in, borrowing some of Nayeons THF designer clothes and doing your makeup,

—"See, i knew you'd always look better in my clothing, i have a better fashion sense after all!" Nayeon replied cockily, taking off and changing her shirt infront of you.

—"Whatever, just hurry up so we can go," The only reason you agreed is because you needed to get your mind off Mina, almost a month and you couldn't get the image out of your mind, you needed to do anything possible to get that pit inside you out.

After a good ten minutes, Nayeon finally finished getting all dolled up, holding her handbag as she walked out with you to the door. —"Wait, wait! quick selfie before we go out, babe!"

You rolled your eyes and smirked, going over to the closet mirror you had near your apartment front door and posing, Nayeons hands snaking near the lower area off your waist as you both posed for a quick mirror pic, speeding off the door in a stat.

Nayeon was quick to post the pic, the entire car ride to the event just being some basic chatter.

———

Sana smirked as she got the notification on insta, seeing the two of you posing, she giggled as she liked the story. —"Bingo."

———-

As your driver finally settled near the event area, paparazzi drivers immediately started flashing you both, of course since you were going as Nayeons plus one; you had a reputation, sure, but not as big as your best friend's.

As the event finally started, you sat with Nayeon, her hand on your thigh as you both watched the fashion show, cameras occasionally flashing to you both, you watched with amusement as you admired all the outfits, whispering a funny comment or two in Nayeons ear when an outfits pattern or style was weird, both of you trying to hold in your laugh.

The event was fun, (and by fun you mean making fun of the weird outfits the models would walk in with), and it got your mind out of plenty of stuff; as you walked out, you took plenty of selfies with celebrities you admired, mostly flattering Nayeon in all her glory while you introduced yourself as her friend.

But now, the fun was actually about to start. As you pulled up to the club for the after party, it was full to the brim, butterflies in your stomach as the night began to settle.

The night was wild, filled with dancing, drinking, pouring shots in random peoples mouth and getting closer to Nayeon, the alcohol in your system making you touch, feel and grind all over your best-friend.

Little did you know, Sana, Mina's little minion and worker, was eyeing you the whole time.

Sana had been bringing over drunk girls for Mina to toy with, it's what they agreed on after all, the more the girls, the more payment increase for Sana. Sana was about to strike until you drifted off of Nayeon, whose lips were near you neck as you both danced together.

You slightly stumbled off to the bathroom, where only god knows what you were about to do.

That was until Mina bursted out of her office door, T-shirt collar messy as she wiped the messy lipstick on her face, a dark haired girl with bangs who looked like she just got ran over by a tornado leaving the room shortly after her, a hand trailing behind Mina's ass. —"Thank you for the service miss uhm.. Hirai.."

The girl blew a kiss as she ran off to party.

—“All good, Miss. Myoui?” Sana asked, head tilted as she gave the Japanese a cheeky smile.

Mina nodded, —"Just a quick bathroom break, i'll be back in a bit, bring the next girl over to my office ok?"

Mina walked off to the bathroom, hands in her pockets as she opened the door with her shoulders. You were leaning against the sink touching up your makeup until a loud thud made you snap your neck to the side, the sight of the girl you yearned so badly for making your jaw drop.

—"Myoui!!!?" You shouted, though it was quickly cut off by Mina's hand covering your mouth.

—"Shh, people aren't supposed to know i'm here, fuck." She replied sternly, the tone of voice taking you back a bit.

You both had a moment of silence before Mina spoke. —"It's been a while, no?"

You nodded, avoiding the latters gaze until she lifted your chin up with her finger, inching a bit closer. —"You okay?"

Mina replied, her cold facade disappearing and now being replaced with some light concern —"N-no it's just..."

You sighed before inching her hand away.

—"I don't think i can forget about last time, Mina.. I need that.." You paused for a brief moment as you stared at her, the bass of the music making the walls vibrate,

—"I need you."

Silence..

Mina barely wasted a second and latched onto you, hands holding your waist and ass as she bit your bottom lip, pressing her lips against yours in a deep kiss. You moaned out, Mina's cold hands reaching up to your shirt to cup and knead your breasts, pressing you against the wall, her thigh in-between your legs.

You bucked your hips for friction, grinding on her thigh as you whined against her.

—"Need it so badly, don't you, baby?" Mina teased, mouth trailing down to your neck, biting, leaving sloppy kisses, she was aggressive, desperate even; it was like you were her last fucking meal.

Mina groped your breast hard as she undid the button of your jean pants, shoving her hand down there to rub your clit through your underwear, a smirk pressing against your neck as your body jolted forward at the stimulation, mouth falling agape as you moaned out.

—"Good fucking girl." Mina gripped the skin of your sides harshly, her neck still on your neck, inhaling your scent, it was like an addiction, and she had fallen in deep.

Mina inserted two of her digits inside you, fucking you at an easy and steady pace, biting your earlobe as she kissed you roughly all over.

—“You need it so badly, don’t you baby?” Mina teased, mouth trailing down to your neck, biting, leaving sloppy kisses, she was aggressive, desperate even; it was like you were her last fucking meal.

You moaned loudly as she touched every single one of your weak spots, she knew what you liked and she’d do anything to please you.

The loud noise echoed through the bathroom, she pressed her lips against yours again, tongue exploring your mouth. —"Be quiet, needy girl, anyone can some in at any second yknow? See you being such a good girl for Miss Myoui, what would they think? Hm?"

You arched your back bucking your hips against her fingers, Mina's free hand reaching down to land three harsh smacks on your ass, kneading the area after, she was obsessed with your ass, and you knew it.

Mina's lips trailed down to your collarbone, marking the area. —"Don't wanna fuck anyone else after this, don't want YOU fucking anyone else, you're fucking mine, got it? This wet cunt is mine. Myoui Mina's fucking pussy."

You nodded endlessly, arms wrapping around her neck, you hid your face in the crook of it, biting her neck to suppress your noises.

—"Easy fucking girl." Mina spit back, her off hand just feeling you all over, sweat dripping down her forehead as she got you all messy for her.

—"Gosh, fucks sake Mina, i love you so fucking much."

Those words made Mina jolt up a bit, she would hear it a lot from all her different flings, but when it came out of your mouth, fuck, it was different. —"Yeah? Say how much you fucking love me, say it, needy girl."

Tears pricked at your eyes as you moaned out, telling her how much you loved her aimlessly, everything about her, how fucking obsessed you were with her. It struck a nerve in Mina, making her heart pang, she knew there was no hard feelings, but fuck.. why was she feeling this way.

She thrusted harder, hitting deep inside you as she felt your walls clench around her. —"Close, baby? Gonna cum for me? How about i take you home and treat you good after this?"

You nodded before pouring your juices out on the girls fingers, as she helped you ride your high, you pulled the girl closer into a hug and kissed her, your eyes teary. —"I'm sorry"

You apologized as you look into her eyes, her gaze softening, something you'd never seen before.—"It's.. Its okay.. Hey? I did promise id treat you? it's on me."

—"But what about—"

She was quick to reassure you, hands cupping your soft cheeks as she admired you with her gaze.

—"Don't worry about Nayeon, i've got it covered, trust me." As she said that, you gave in as she cleaned you up and took you out of the bathroom, eyeing Sana as she walked out with you, pinky's linked together.

You did good, Sana... You did good.

[sohyxn]

UNSPOKEN LONGING⠀───⠀minatozaki sana.

TAGS : fluff, angst, friends to lovers, oblivious sana, pining, reader can't take it anymore 💔, college au

SYPNOSIS : constant rejection makes you decide to avoid sana at any cost. what will happen if sana realizes your absence and confronts you for it?

NOTES : happy belated birthday to our sana, i was supposed to post this yesterday but something comes up. anyway this is really shitty but pls enjoy <3

it was another ordinary day at college, but for yn, it felt anything but ordinary. the weight of unrequited love had become a burden she could no longer bear. countless times, she had confessed her feelings to her friend — sana, only to be met with rejection. but today, yet again yn determine to confess her feelings towards the latter.

yn's heart pounded in her chest as she stood in front of sana's class, waiting for the beauty to finish her class, her hands trembling with anticipation. she had gathered all her courage to confess her feelings once again, hoping that maybe — just maybe this time sana would finally reciprocate it.

after what feels like years, sana's figure finally appeared and yn approached her. "hey sana, there's something i need to tell you," yn began, her voice filled with nervousness. "oh, hey yn, what is it?"

"i've been carrying these feelings for you for a long time, and i can't keep them to myself any longer. i... i like you, sana."

sana's eyes widened slightly, her brows furrowing as she processed yn's words. she let out a soft chuckle, assuming it was another lighthearted moment between friends. "oh, yn, you're always so sweet. i really like you too! you're an amazing friend."

yn's heart sank, the weight of sana's continuous obliviousness hitting her hard. she tried to hide her disappointment, forcing a smile to mask her true feelings. "haha... yeah. anyway, i've got to go, see you sana."

with mixed emotions, yn turned and walked away, her heart aching from the unrequited feelings. yn was exhausted, tired of pouring her heart out and yet again receiving nothing in return. so she had made a difficult decision to finally move on from sana, which is by — distancing herself from sana. and so the process of moving on started.

in the days that followed, yn focused on avoiding minatozaki sana at all cost. from ignoring sana's hellos to avoiding eyes contact with sana.

as yn walked through the bustling hallways, her eyes caught a glimpse of sana chatting and laughing with their mutual friends — myoui mina and hirai momo. the ache in her chest grew stronger. she missed the warmth of sana's presence, the way her smile could brighten even the darkest of days. but yn remind herself that she couldn't continue living in a cycle of heartache anymore.

days turned into weeks, and yn's absence did not go unnoticed by sana. her heart felt heavy and her mind felt confused with yn's sudden distance.

"did i do something wrong?" sana huffed. "quit complaining and just confront her about it sana" mina said. "yeah, you should do that instead of whining about it to us every damn time." momo complained.

the trio are currently in mina's apartment — having a study session that quickly turned into sana pouring her life problem session.

"you don't get it, its just so sudden you know? did she find out about my feelings towards her?. is that why she started avoiding me? she won't even look at me anymore. guys please help me." sana continued rambling. "like i said sana, confront her about it. you won't know what happens to her if you keep complaining and do nothing about it." mina said frustrated with sana's whining.

"fine ugh, i guess i will." sana rolled her eyes as her mind kept wandering about yn.

the next day, sana mustered her courage to confront yn. she found the latter sitting alone in the campus library, her gaze fixed on a book but her mind clearly elsewhere.

"sana?" yn looked up, surprise evident in her eyes.

sana took a deep breath, her voice laced with vulnerability. "yn, why do you keep avoiding me? did i do something wrong to you? please tell me if i did something wrong to you. i miss you yn."

yn couldn't ignore the longing in sana's voice, but her heart was guarded. "sana, you did nothing wrong. i've been busy with assignments and projects, that's all. "

sana's brows furrowed, her eyes searching yn's face for any signs of deception. "yn, i know you well enough to sense when something is bothering you. it feels like there's a wall between us, and i don't know why so please, be honest with me."

yn's gaze faltered, her heart feeling heavy with the weight of unspoken emotions. she took a deep breath, gathering her courage to share her true feelings.

"sana, i can't bear this distance between us any longer," yn confessed, her voice filled with a mix of nervousness and determination. "the truth is, i have feelings for you. more than just friendship. every time we're apart, i feel a void in my heart, and i miss you more than words can express."

"and i've been avoiding you because i thought we couldn't be more than friend, with your constant rejection, moving on is the only thing i could do."

sana's eyes widened in surprise, her heart skipping a beat. she hadn't expected yn to have the same feelings. a sense of relief filled her chest.

"y-yn, i didn't know... i didn't think you'd felt the same way," sana stammered, her voice filled with a mix of astonishment and joy. " and i'm so sorry, i've been rejecting you because i never thought you would like me back, its just too good to be true."

sana took a step closer, her eyes shining with sincerity. "yn if you're willing, please let me take you out on a date."

yn's guarded heart melted, her voice filled with a newfound happiness. "sana, i'd be crazy if i said I don't want to."

a smile spread across sana's face, her hand reaching out to gently touch yn's cheek. "i'm glad we're on the same page, yn. i promise i will take you on the best ever date you've ever had in your life."

and so, in the quiet corners of the college library, yn and sana embarked on a new chapter of their relationship. and in each other's presence, yn and sana found solace, blissfully content in the knowledge that their unspoken longing had finally found its voice — a love that would flourish and endure for a lifetime.