If you suddenly have an idea about a fan meeting Sana on tour, can you write something? Like Sana noticed a fan's poster that said "I will always support you" and these words surprised her, because they are different from the usual words of fans. something cute, unexpected and preferably a long story 🙏🙏🛐💗🤞
|| you always had me, you’re always shining
idol!minatozaki sana x fanfem!reader ; fluff
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synopsis: you've been a fan of twice since forever, your lifelong bias being sana. so, not only do you get noticed by her in the midst of thousands at the concert, but also have her catch you taking pictures of her ad campaign at the mall, with your purse embarrassingly full of savelys.
tw: none... just second hand embarrassment
a/n: okay sana, get in my pocket now ^^!!! the savely stuff and ad was a wip, and then an amazing anon requested an equally amazing prompt which happened to somewhat connect, so wowza!...and not not not not proofread!
wc: 4.0k
now it wasn't news that you've been a fan of twice. your friends know it, your family knows it, hell, even your apartment complex's neighbors know it, especially when you blast twice's music in the shower after work every day.
you've been a die-hard fan since the beginning of it all, when you accidentally clicked on an episode of a k-pop survival show, sixteen.
so much so that now you're at twice's—the finalized group made from the show—encore concert in a sold-out venue in korea, having been lucky enough to snag a ticket. though, the only downside was that you had to go alone, as today was the only day you were able to get off from work early, while your friends who would go with you are on the clock.
still, you try to make it the best experience as possible, coming to the venue early to buy some of the merch you've been dying to get your hands on, interacting with other onces and trading freebies, and finally finding your your seat, anticipation building up as you look at the big 360 stage. and luck seems to make its way with you through the whole experience because not only were you able to get a ticket, but also get an upgraded seat in barricade!
merch, check. candybong in hand, check. warming up your voice to sing scream the lyrics later, check. phone with full battery, check. being able to see twice up close, check.
the lights were bright as the concert started, blinding in a way that washes the crowd in waves of color and sound, booming of excitement. your ears ring with the bass, your throat burns from screaming, and your hands ache from gripping the sign you've made so tightly.
the sign was a last minute idea, hoping it will spread some positivity and love to the girls as they end their leg of the world tour in korea. you waited until the last song starts to hold it up against your chest—not too high because you're not the only fan at the concert after all—eyes gleaming in awe and joy as you watch the girls have fun on stage while also singing the twice song.
momo was off to the side showing off her abs, flexing giddily as jihyo joins next to her. tzuyu was seen being pulled around by chaeyoung, who was being pulled around by dahyun, the three skipping together with their arms swinging in between them. mina, on the other hand, was across the stage from you, doing the iconic move from funny valentine with nayeon next to her, mouth agape.
you held up your sign a bit higher during the whole song, especially when you see sana walk over to your location. she leans forward a bit, hands waving and making hearts as she interacts with the crowd, eyes trying to see every single person at once.
her gaze passes over hundreds of faces and signs, and then she pauses, just for a second as her eyes lands on yours, narrowing with her lips parted.
at first she doesn't react. no exaggerated gasp, or playful pointing, nor a teasing grin. instead, her expression softens, tilting her head just a little to reread your sign again, taking in its simple, yet thoughtful message. and then her lips break into a warm smile, blowing you a big kiss before she walks off.
you were stunned, frozen in place to even move. your wide eyes looks down at your sign before looking back up at sana, already onto the other side of the stage, chasing jeongyeon around to get her grabby hands on her exposed shoulders as she sings her line.
as the end ment comes, it brought a peaceful ease with it, one with a melancholy undertone—of a memorable night turning into a nostalgic past.
sana lifts her mic first, hand gripping it tightly as she clears her throat, "everyone says a lot of things to us at concerts. funny messages, challenges, initiating hugs or kisses, cute drawings on their signs."
she pauses for a moment to scan the crowd, intention-filled, looking for something or someone. when she finds you in the midst of it all, she continues, holding eye contact, "but...i saw something just now during the encore that made me truly happy..."
your hands tremble as she stares right at you, her two pools of brown traces the features of your face, reading your expression with admiration and gratitude.
"i saw a sign that said 'i will always support you.' i felt super touched when i read it, because support means that onces are always there even when things are not perfect, right?" the arena cheers loudly, people hooting and hollering around you, before the noise settles down as sana’s thoughtful voice breaks through again.
"even when we're tired, or make mistakes, or not shining as brightly, onces are always looking out for us. i think that kind of feeling is very strong, and i'm glad that i am here with my members, showcasing our talents to millions of fans out there who love us... thank you!" she bows deeply, lips in a big smile as she lifts back up. the crowd screams again, exploding with cheers as the girls gather around their sunshine and give her a crushing hug.
you give her a smile back, eyes with unshed tears because you knew at the moment, you made the right choice of supporting twice.
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being back to reality from an out-of-the-world experience was quite difficult. one moment you were screaming your heart out to the lyrics and fanchants of each song twice performed, to now back at work, responsibilities, chores, routines coming back and piling up into your agenda. it's been a couple of months now since the concert, but it still felt like yesterday, when you were leaning against the rails, waving at the girls as they performed.
however, again, the luck still continues to bloom, because only once in a blue moon does your boss ever let you rest, and she decided to do just that, coming over to your desk, knocking on it to inform you that you have the day off tomorrow. and it was not because she wanted to (she's a workaholic to say the least, pushing that idea onto her employees as well...), but because maintenance were coming in to fix your floor, so being there was a big inconvenience for them. and thank god she didn't move it asynchronously. you would rather work extra hours into overtime than work online.
knock on wood!
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getting the day off from work, you decided to spend it going out and shopping (you always have been restless from staying still, anyway). the main thing you really want to buy and spend your money on is the physical copy of the new twice album that was just released yesterday, hoping it is still in stock at the k-pop store you usually frequent at the mall.
(it was truly astonishing how hard the girls are working, already coming out with a new comeback even though their world tour had ended just months ago.)
the mall is surprisingly busy on a weekday, loud in a way that always feel overstimulating—layers of chatter, kids screaming at the indoor playground, businesses trying to coax you to try their products, the echoes of footsteps against polished, squeaky floors.
passing through bodies after bodies, you finally arrive at the store. smacked right in the middle of the kpop goods, just a little bit right past the entrance, was twice's new album stand, with colorful and extravagant signs and cut-outs adorning around it like a shrine...but the thing was that it was all gone—wiped out, with nothing left, not even the individual member's digipacks. you sigh as you pull up album websites on your phone to hopefully get your hands on it online, only to be met with more dismay as all of them are sold out.
disappointed, you shuffled your way towards twice's main section of the store, planning to seek out other albums in stock, only to be stopped by a voice from behind.
"oh, hey! i figured you'd stopped by sooner or later!" turning around to the voice, you see the store manager holding a copy of the new album in the air, waving it around.
"unnie—! are you for real?" shocked, you laid your hands out for the prized possession, in which the woman in front of you happily placed the item right in your palms.
"i would say keep it a secret...but i'm the manager so it isn't a secret worth keeping, i suppose. take it as a small gift as a thank you for always supporting our shop! you're quite literally our number one customer! and for twice!" she gives you two thumbs up, saluting you after.
"oh, please! let me pay!" hastily reaching into your bag for your wallet, a hand comes out to stop you.
"don't worry about it, kid. just keep coming back to our store!"
you pout before accepting defeat, opting to briefly catch up with each other—especially with you gushing about your whole experience with sana, even showing her the different angles of the moment happening from different fans on social media—before another customer asks for her attention. you bid goodbye to each other, with you promising to come back and buy more soon.
you leave the store giddily, album in hand, eyes scanning over every detail on the cover (you've been refraining from watching any unboxing videos online, wanting to get the full experience of surprise).
as you walk around the mall to find stores that interest you, an ad displayed itself brightly from your periphery. you paid it no mind at first, only glancing at it for a quick second—seeing brown locks blowing in the wind near a waterside mountaintop—before looking away again.
wait a minute, hold on. it seems like you've seen that ad somewhere before.
you whip your head back to look at it fully, taking backward steps to be in front of the glass wall as your eyes glaze over the full monitor.
there, on the big screen, next to the entrance to the polo ralph lauren store, was none other than one of their brand ambassador, minatozaki sana. her smile was effortless as if it was from a glossy print, body draped in soft cobalt-blue fabrics from head to toe, shouldering a leather purse matching the same aesthetic.
it wouldn't have been hard to guess your bias was in twice. it was really obvious, anyway: minatozaki sana.
you've been a fan ever since sixteen, when she showcased her quirky personality and talents. and especially so with the interaction you had with her a couple of months ago, the memory's still vivid in your mind.
your bag currently hanging off your shoulder says a lot about that, too—multiple savely plush keychains are wrapped around the straps (all limited edition. you paid a hefty amount to get your hands on them), one of your favorite sana photocard in a savely card holder keychain clipped on a zipper, as well as a few savely pins and brooches on the side pockets.
anyone with eyes could tell, and you're proud of it.
stuffing the album under your arm, you take out your phone from your purse, angling the device upward slightly and zooming out just a bit to be able to get the full frame.
as you take a few quick snaps, you hear a soft laugh brushing past your ears from nearby. not from the speakers, not from a passerby, but from someone standing quite close.
"you know," voice lilts, light and teasing, "i'd think she'd be very flustered if i tell her."
your breath stops before your body does, because you know that voice. you know it in the way you know your favorite song, sweet talker, from the first note, in the way your heart recognizes something before your mind even catches up.
slowly, you turn. and to your side, there stood a slim figure in casual-wear, a cap covering almost half her face. next to her stood someone you've seen in many of twice's behind-the-scenes videos, one of the manager unnies.
oh my god. is that minatozaki sana?
not printed. not pixelated. not behind a screen or on a faraway stage. but real, breathing, in motion, right in front of you now. the manager stays behind a few steps, cautiously watching, but not quite listening.
your palms start to sweat and before you know it, your phone slips from your grip.
"oh—!" you catch it barely, fingers fumbling as your entire system short-circuits. this is so embarrassing!
she giggles, like actually giggles, a hand coming up to cover her mouth.
"sorry, i didn't mean to scare you," she says, tilting her head slightly, studying you with a kind of open curiosity that makes your chest tighten. "you just looked very focused...at my ad campaign."
you blink. once. twice. feeling your ears getting warmer as blood rushes through.
"i—uh...sorry—! i just—" your voice betrays you immediately, breathy and uneven, "it's a great campaign..."
her gaze flickers briefly to your bag, widening just a bit under the shadows of her hat.
and you realized that, yes, you were wearing a bag that had millions of purple savelys on it, along with the photocard of the woman in front of you.
now she's going to think you're a super crazy fan, one of those sasaengs that somehow shows up at every place their favorite idol goes to, and—
"i really like your bag. it's me...everywhere." her voice soft, almost amused, but there's something else there too.
you laugh nervously, face getting extremely pinker as you clutch your bag strap a little tighter.
"o-oh, yeah— i'm a big fan...sorry it might seem weird and obsessive with how much i got...going on..."
"weird? obsessive?" she echoes, stepping just a little closer. close enough for you to be able to pick up the aromatic scent of something sweet and floral—comforting enough to make you light-headed.
"i think it's sweet! thank you for being my fan! i noticed that you've been standing here for a while. do you like the ad?"
your face burns now, sweating profusely because she's teasing you, as if you're her close friend. you wonder if she remembers you at all...but that's just your wishful thinking, anyway.
"yes! i think it captures your presence and beauty perfectly, uh, uhm—...was i that obvious?" your hand goes to the back of your neck, scratching it as you look away to the side.
"a little, but i found it cute! thank you again, for your compliment…especially when it’s from a pretty girl like you." she admits, smiling. soft and fond.
there was a brief pause as you blinked quickly.
did the minatozaki sana just call you pretty? shouldn't you be calling her that?
your mind starts to jumble up, trying to find the right words to say, but all it tells you is that: you need to get out of here, like right now!
your brain tries to rack up excuses to leave this encounter as soon as possible because you do not want to intrude at all—it already feels like you are overstepping as is. your mouth opens, ready to spew out an half-ass of an excuse, but was quickly stopped by sana,
"have you been a fan for a long time?"
you nod quickly, "oh—yes, since sixteen! i-it's amazing how far you guys have grown! i truly enjoy your music and what you provide for your fans!"
and something about that—something about the way you say it, honest, unguarded, and passionate—makes her expression shift again.
her smile deepens, eyes crinkling.
"that's... a long time to love someone."
your heart stutters. l-love? you're just a random person, a stranger sana happened to show gratitude to (though, it was more to the general public, but you like to think otherwise) and will probably forget by the time she wakes up tomorrow.
you try to laugh it off, but it comes out more airy than you expected.
"i mean...you make it easy—" you slap your hands against your mouth.
what the fuck, why would you say that?
how do you leave?! your eyes scans quickly around to find any emergency exits. should you turn your heels and just walk off? no, you wouldn't dare be that rude to sana. what about faking an incoming phone call? no, because you can't even move right now, and you know you're an incredibly bad liar.
sana suddenly looks away, the faintest hint of pink brushing across her cheeks, her lips press together like she's holding back from saying something else.
when she looks back, there's something brighter in her eyes—interest and confidence.
"can i see?" her chin nods toward your bag.
"o-oh, yeah—!" hastily shifting your bag forward, sana takes a step closer, shoulders nearly brushing against yours as she takes a hold of one of the savely plush.
"woah, this was only given out to one hundred lucky onces in japan last year! so you were at the misamo event, too!" her thumb flits back and forth on the plush's face, lashes lowering slightly as she looks at her photocard next.
"you've kept these in great condition. some of them came out quite a long time ago!" she notes, glancing up at you.
"i—yeah...they're pretty important to me."
okay, time to execute the excuse that you were finally able to come up with. now you just need to say it—
"i guess...you are too, sana."
oh, that was not in the script in your brain at all...
you hear a sharp inhale from the woman, the words hanging between you, fragile and honest.
"i-i... don't think anyone's ever said it like that to me before."
well, yeah, of course not! now you sound like a total creep who thinks she knows it all. this should not be happening! what if this is part of a whole reality show sana's starred in, and she happened to meet the craziest once ever!? you're going to be on national television for the whole south korea to see, and they'll find your name and address and come to your door to just throw at you rotten tomatoes and tomatoes and tomatoes—!
your chest tightens, pulling yourself back from sana's grasp on your keychain.
"i am incredibly sorry! i didn't mean to make it weird and sound like a total creep—"
"no, you're not a creep...i find it flattering, honestly. and it sounds sincere from you. there's no sugar-coating or forcing to get my attention. thank you..."
she smiles again, pearly white rows of teeth showing and all, cheeks bunching up, a rosy hue to them.
"hm, you were taking pictures earlier... do you perhaps want a better one? one with the actual sana and not on-a-screen sana? i can also sign your album that you have here, too!"
your brain fully stops this time, "...pardon?"
she gestures toward the display with a finger, then back to herself, a playful glint returning to her eyes.
"you're joking..." you deadpan. is she serious? after all of that?
"i'm not! come on!" already ushering you closer, hands coming around your arm to pull you flushed against her side.
and somehow, impossibly—something you can only daydream of—you end up taking a selfie with her. she prompts you to look back at the photo, your fingers shaking as you pull up the picture.
"is this okay?"
you nod, completely breathless, "you're perfect, sana. thank you for this."
there's the blush again, to which she brings up a hand to force a cough, hiding it. she takes out a pen from her bag, manicured fingers reaching out for your album. removing the plastic wrap, she flips the pages to her picture before signing her signature next to it, writing 'to:' before looking back up at you.
"can i ask for your name?"
you tell her. and she repeats it. many times afterwards. slowly, carefully, like she wants to imprint it into her memory forever. she writes a very long message, one that has you crying inside while you stand there waiting because, wow, she is literally the sweetest ever, even to someone as embarrassing as you. she hums in approval after a while, closing the book up before handing it back gently in your hands. she tells you to read it after she leaves.
moments later, she reaches into the pocket of her jeans to pull out her phone, tapping around until she pushes it towards you. you gawk, eyes becoming wide because on the screen lies the instagram search bar.
was she asking for your instagram?
you look up at her, confused, trying to get clarification, but all she did was nod, grin encouraging.
you type in your user, messing up a couple of times because of how absurd this whole situation is. finally clicking enter, you press on your account.
sana whips her phone back around, tapping here and there again.
okay, let's go now...this is getting too much for you to handle...!
"...it was truly nice meeting you, but i think i've taken up too much of your time! um—thank you for talking to me and allowing me to t-take a picture with you...and signing my album, oh my god, you're amazing!" scrambling to get your shit together, bowing as you get ready to turn around and mull about this whole encounter on your way home before sana catches your wrist. you gasp at the contact, her hand soft and warm against your skin.
"check your phone first before you leave." you hurriedly flip around your phone, the screen turning on as you see multiple notifications from instagram's direct messages,
m.by__sana: hello!~
m.by__sana: i would love to see more pictures that you take when you see my ads!
m.by__sana: send them to me when you have the chance?
not even having the time to react—body frozen with prominent goosebumps on the rise—the manager's voice suddenly cuts through, saying how they need to hurry to get to their next schedule.
"oh...that's my cue to go...it was lovely talking to a cutie like you! i hope i see you again...!"
and before you could say anything, she gives you a wink. a damn wink. before turning and walking the opposite direction with her manager, a light pep in her step.
if your face was pink earlier, it’s probably bright red now.
looking back down at the album, you try to savor the moment, holding on to it before it turns into something intangible, something that forces you to come back to reality.
scurrying to open the booklet with trembling hands, you flip quickly to the page she wrote on:
thank you for being a lifelong fan of mine, of twice.
i remember you, from the encore concert a while back, with your sign that carried so much meaning for me.
i can tell that you see me not just as an idol on a stage, or as a famous name, but also as a talented person who makes music that you enjoy.
thank you for our short interaction today. i enjoyed your cuteness and warmth, one that i will definitely remember and cherish.
p.s. i think...i'd like to be someone you get to know more, not just someone you've admired from afar. if you're comfortable and free, would you let me take you to dinner?
i promise i'll be a little less awkward, but it's not guaranteed that i will blush less~!
(i'll also be waiting for your pictures...bonus points if you're in them, too!).
♡ twice sana
your legs eventually give up on you, making you collapse on the floor. some people gave you weird looks as they walk by, while others looked concerned.
synopsis: when nayeon gets jealous while meeting your college best friend at a restaurant, you reassure her there’s nothing to worry about by slipping your hand under her skirt. but, your light touches aren’t enough to satisfy her, and on the drive home, she begs you to pull over, not able to wait any longer
author’s note: not a direct continuation of pt 1, but it follows the same jealous / possessive / needy idea with sub nayeon :)..... dedicated to nayeon pilled anon thx for requesting 🩵
inviting your college best friend to dinner so that the two of your favorite people could finally meet seemed like a good idea at first.
apparently, you were wrong.
from the moment your friend entered the restaurant and gave you a long hug, nayeon’s mood shifted in a way that was all too obvious to you. though she stood up to greet your friend politely and accepted the handshake, it was all with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
nayeon stayed quiet for a second too long after sitting back down, her fingers already finding the hem of your sleeve. her gaze flicked between you and your friend, measured like she was trying to figure out what category this person belonged to.
“it’s really nice to meet you,” your friend said sweetly, looking towards nayeon. “ive heard a lot of things about you — all good things, of course.”
nayeon smiled politely. “i can’t say the same.”
the table fell quiet for a beat. you let out an awkward laugh, hoping it’d smooth over the strange edge in her voice. “she’s just kidding… right?” you added, turning to nayeon with a pointed look. nayeon didn’t seem fazed at all.
“mhm.” she lifted her glass for a sip of water. “sure.”
you were saved by the waiter coming over and asking for everyone’s order. by the time he walked away, the uncomfortable silence had eased slightly.
your friend smiled at you across the table. “it’s honestly kind of weird seeing you with someone,” she admitted. “you were too busy hanging out with me in college to date anybody.”
you snorted. “no, i wasn’t.”
“yes you were!” she laughed. “seriously, though, i missed you so much. i was thinking about you the other day — remember that one time when someone threw up on my dorm bed so we had to squeeze in your tiny twin bed?”
you burst into laughter at the memory. “i’d totally forgotten about that!”
“forgotten?” she scoffed. “you practically pushed me into the wall all night! i’ll never forget the way you kept squeezing into me — i thought i was going to suffocate into the wall.”
“that was only because you hogged the entire blanket!”
beside you, nayeon’s grip on your forearm had tightened to almost be painful.
“twin size?” nayeon repeated, her voice lower than before.
“it was just the dorm beds,” you clarified, gently trying to ease her grip on your arm as it started to hurt, but nayeon didn’t budge.
“so you slept together.”
your friend immediately waved her hands, eyes wide. “no! well — yes. but only because my bed was ruined.”
“huh.” nayeon took another sip of water, then reached over to the bread basket to rip — quite aggressively — a piece of bread.
“the beds must’ve been… small,” nayeon murmured to no one in particular. she unknowingly shifted closer to you so that her thigh was touching yours.
“they were,” your friend smiled. a brief silence settled over the table, each of you processing the conversation for entirely different reasons.
“oh! and our jeju trip!” your friend said, brightening. “that was so much fun. we got stranded because we missed the last bus.”
“don’t remind me,” you groaned. “we had to walk forever.”
“it was worth it though,” your friend said, smiling at you — a little too fondly for nayeon’s liking. beside you, nayeon fell suspiciously quiet. her jaw tightened, and you could practically see the gears turning in her head.
“you two traveled together?” nayeon asked, her tone clipped.
“a couple of times,” your friend nodded as she reached over into the bread basket.
“just the two of you?”
“usually, yeah.”
there was another lull in the conversation. your friend swallowed the piece of bread and opened her mouth to speak. “how long have you two known each other?” she asked nayeon, briefly glancing down to where nayeon’s hand intertwined with yours.
nayeon smiled. “a very long time. probably longer than she’s known you.”
you nearly choked on your drink, coughing as your cheeks turned red.
your friend just laughed, assuming it was a joke. “haha — i mean, i guess that’s true.”
“mhm,” nayeon replied curtly with a perfectly pleasant smile.
“anyway,” you cut in, desperate to steer the conversation to somewhere safer. “our food’s taking forever.”
your friend immediately nodded in agreement. “i’ll be right back. im going to use the restroom real quick.”
as soon as she disappeared around the corner, out of sight, you turned to nayeon.
“behave.”
nayeon sighed, finally letting go of your arm. “i am behaving,” she said in a small voice, flashing an adorable smile at you. you stared at her for a second before melting.
“are you sure?” you teased, nudging her shoulder. “you know you have nothing to worry about, right?”
nayeon hummed, but it didn’t sound like she was fully convinced. then, she leaned into you, lowering her voice. “what did she mean, sharing a bed?”
“there isn’t anything to it,” you assured her. “we were roommates. nothing happened.”
nayeon crossed her arms over her chest, pouting. “why do you have so many sleepover stories with her?”
“because we were broke college students.”
nayeon’s pout deepened. you couldn’t help but smile at the adorable expression on her face.
“you’re cute when you’re jealous,” you grinned. “but seriously, you have nothing to worry about.” you took her hand and laced your fingers with hers, placing it on top of her thigh.
“im not jealous,” nayeon said, though her eyes briefly glanced towards the hallway where your friend had disappeared.
you flattened your hand on her thigh, giving it a small, reassuring squeeze. from the hallway, you saw your friend heading back toward the table, returning with a smile. you should’ve pulled your hand away then — back into your lap or anywhere more appropriate — but for some reason, you didn’t. your hand lingered, sliding a little higher on nayeon’s thigh, her skin warm beneath your palm.
“what are you doing?” nayeon whispered under her breath, placing her hand on top of yours to stop the movement.
“im proving that you don’t need to worry,” you answered, a smile lifting on your lips as an idea entered your mind.
“but we’re in public,” nayeon said quietly, glancing around at the nearby tables. luckily, no one was seated close enough to yours, and even if they did happen to look over, the dim lighting of the restaurant would’ve made it hard to notice anything.
“so?” you whispered back just as your friend sat down again, barely managing to hold back a smile.
the conversation after your friend returned from the restroom felt lighter, the atmosphere easing into something more casual and less heavy. soon after, the food arrived — plates of hot dishes filling the air with rich, inviting aromas.
your hand stayed on nayeon’s thigh the whole time, inching up only slightly as the conversation flowed. when your fingertips reached just underneath the hem of her skirt, nayeon gave a small, almost imperceptible hitch of breath. you pressed your lips together, trying to not give anything away to your friend sitting just inches in front of you, completely unaware of what was going on underneath the table.
with your left hand, you took a quick bite of your food. then as nayeon reached for her fork to eat, you slid your hand all the way up to where her thighs met, just barely skimming her underwear. you gently applied pressure to her clit with your middle finger, finding the fabric soaked. nayeon almost dropped the fork, hands trembling slightly as she gripped the metal handle harder.
your friend was oblivious. “wow, the salad here is really good,” she said, eyes focused on the plate of spinach.
as nayeon put the piece of steak into her mouth, you stroked upwards against her clit, keeping your eyes focused on the table and pretending to study the food.
an airy moan left nayeon’s lips, and she leaned forwards in her seat, body arching into to your finger. her cheeks turned red, startled by the involuntary sound that escaped her. she quickly sat up straight, clearing her throat. “the steak is good too,” she said, voice cracking slightly.
you hid your smirk into your fork. every time nayeon brought another piece of food to her lips, you flicked your finger against her core, brushing against her most sensitive spot. nayeon was barely able to control herself, her quiet whimpers just barely silenced by the sounds of cutlery scraping against plates.
you could feel her arousal spreading and clinging to the fabric, underwear growing damper. nayeon unconsciously grinded against your finger, hips shifting back and forth into your hand. when her movements turned somewhat obvious, to the point you were afraid your friend might notice, you slipped your hands out from under nayeon’s skirt and rested them back in your lap.
nayeon let out something that sounded a lot like a frustrated groan. she shot a sideways glance to you, eyes begging for you to continue. she grabbed your wrist from under the table and tried to guide it back under her skirt.
“not now,” you whispered under your breath, quiet enough so that your friend wouldn’t hear. nayeon’s lower lip pushed out into a small pout.
“close,” she whined quietly, turning fully toward you without caring how the sudden action might look to your friend. you didn’t look at her, instead opting to take another bite of your pasta.
“how are your parents?” you asked your friend, smiling. the smile was more for nayeon than anyone else.
nayeon groaned softly under her breath as your friend started to talk, her legs squeezing tightly together as she ached for your touch.
you didn’t touch her for the rest of dinner.
next to you, nayeon was restless. she kept shifting in the seat next to you, trying to find another source of friction to relieve the throbbing between her legs. she wanted to cry in frustration. she had been so close, just almost reaching climax when you stopped. to her, the entire situation felt unfair — you starting something but not finishing it.
nayeon was quiet until the end of dinner, only occasionally joining in the conversation when it called for her presence. her mind was a mess of thoughts, all of them far too inappropriate for a dinner conversation.
finally, dinner had ended. most of the plates were empty, and to nayeon’s joy, you asked for the check. once the tip was added, the three of you stood up.
“this was fun,” your friend exclaimed, leaning in to give you another hug. “it was so nice to see you again. and it was lovely to meet you, nayeon.”
nayeon smiled — the widest you’d seen it all night. “it was nice to meet you too.” she still wasn’t particularly fond of your friend, but the fact that dinner was finally over was enough to make her look genuinely happy.
you said your goodbyes to your friend, telling her you’d text and that you should catch up again soon. you went separate ways at the parking lot, exchanging waves and smiles before heading off in different directions.
outside, it was already dark — streetlights glowing against the black sky. you took your time walking to the car, clearly in no rush. nayeon was having none of it. she grabbed your hand and tugged insistently, trying to speed you up. you turned your head the other way so that she wouldn’t see the smile tugging at your lips.
—
you drove home with one hand on the wheel and the other on nayeon’s thigh.
the silence in the car was charged. there was something almost restless in the way she looked at you. she seemed like she wanted to say something, to ask for more, but the words never came. instead, she just stared at your side profile as you drove, eyes saying what her mouth couldn’t.
eventually, she spoke. “can you—” nayeon gestured towards her lap.
your hand, much to her frustration, didn’t move an inch on her thigh.
“please,” she whispered, wrapping her hands around your wrist.
“im driving, darling,” you smirked as you gave her thigh a gentle squeeze. nayeon groaned and threw her head back, letting it rest against the seat as she exhaled.
as you changed lanes, you felt her grab your wrist. she moved your hand from her thigh to under her skirt, making it brush over her clothed core. nayeon exhaled in relief at the touch, as if she could finally breathe properly with your fingers on her. she spread her legs wider in the passenger seat. then, using your hand, she started to touch herself. she rubbed your fingers against her clit, eyes closing at the feeling. a whimper slipped past her lips as she moved your fingers over her sensitive bud, the movement sending shocks of pleasure through her body.
you decided to indulge her for a moment, letting her guide your hand without resistance. with both hands holding yours, she guided your fingers in deliberate movements, moaning each time your fingers stroked her clit.
after what seemed like a minute, you took your hand back and put it on the steering wheel.
“no,” she gasped at the sudden loss of touch.
“be patient, baby,” you murmured.
“god, please. pull over, y/n. i can’t wait another fifteen minutes, please.”
the desperation in nayeon’s voice was almost pathetic, but she didn’t care. she couldn’t wait any longer — her core was throbbing and she was practically leaking onto the seat, her thighs feeling sticky and wet.
you shot a quick glance at her. you couldn’t find in your heart to say no, not when she was begging so prettily and looked on the verge of tears.
you quickly pulled into a secluded parking lot, putting the car in park away from the streetlights.
“get in the backseat.”
nayeon didn’t need to be told twice, practically tripping over herself as climbed over the console. she leaned back, propping herself up with her arms and waiting with dark eyes.
you got on top of her, bracketing her thighs. you pushed her hard against the carseat, making her lie on her back completely.
“you can’t even wait a few minutes?” you taunted. with one hand, you reached down and pulled her panties off, throwing it somewhere on the floor.
“please,” nayeon gasped as you hiked her skirt up her waist.
“please what?”
you cupped nayeon’s sex, her arousal soaking your palm. her eyes immediately fluttered shut at the contact. you stayed still, just feeling as she leaked onto your hand.
“fuck me,” she whispered, the sound barely above a whisper.
you smiled into the darkness of the car. just as she’d requested, you slid two fingers into her, bringing out a pornographic moan from the girl under you. her walls fluttered around you as you pumped into her, each thrust creating a wet squelching sound that echoed through the car’s interior.
nayeon was a mess of stuttering breaths and moans, legs parting further to allow you better access. she was so wet around you, the wetness of her folds allowing your fingers to slide in and out easily.
“don’t stop,” nayeon gasped as your thumb started to circle her clit. her breaths came in ragged breaths, chest heaving upwards.
outside, it had started to rain, shielding the world beyond the windows and leaving only the two of you. every sound from her lips was muffled by the drumming of rain against the roof, and you sped up the movement of your fingers in rhythm with the falling rain.
“look at you, darling, you’re taking me so well,” you cooed as her hips arched to meet your thrusts, thighs trembling from the exertion.
with one hand on her waist to steady yourself, you pumped your fingers deeper, curling them against her g-spot. a high pitched moan left her lips, eyes rolling to the back of her head as you moved at a fast rhythm.
“close,” nayeon said between gasps, muscles tensing as she felt the pull in her lower stomach about to snap.
“yeah? you gonna cum all over my fingers, baby?”
she babbled an incoherent reply, mind barely able to think as her climax heightened. a silent gasp left her throat as she tensed around you, body going still. you kept your fingers moving as her legs shook under you, helping her ride out her orgasm.
“s-sensitive,” she cried out as you didn’t stop, grabbing your wrist in an attempt to remove your hand.
“one more,” you murmured. with your free hand, you pinned her wrists above her head. “you can give me one more, right baby?”
nayeon whimpered as your fingers sank into her. she was so wet to the point that she’d started dripping onto the leather car seats, making a mess beneath her.
“look, darling.” you pulled your fingers out to show her. “still so wet for me,” you grinned, putting your hand back to trace slow circles on her clit. nayeon pressed up into you, whimpering and moaning as her head turned dizzy from the sensation.
“m-mm i—”
“that’s it, baby. let go for me.”
she cried out, legs clamping around your hand as she came again. nayeon opened her eyes slowly, still panting as she tried to catch her breath.
“good?” you asked her, smoothing her skirt over her lap. nayeon nodded, a small, adorable smile on her lips.
“oh my god,” she breathed. “that was—”
you let your body relax against hers, feeling the way her heart raced in her chest.
“feel better?” you asked cheekily, brushing her stray hairs away from her face. nayeon groaned.
“are you really making fun of me right now?”
you laughed. “you’re the only person i want, okay?”
a shy smile crept up on her face. she just looked up at you for a moment. then, she looked away, trying to hide her face.
“good,” she mumbled.
you laughed again and kissed her forehead. “come on, let’s actually go home now.”
Hi! I'm LM and I'm a trans man. I would like to know who in Twice would like me romantically and wouldn't have a problem dating me and who would just like me as a friend.
HIII i hope you're well! i love all your stories sosososoos much
could i request best friend sana who's always been in love with reader (but reader was too oblivious...) ? and then one day, after learning that reader has never had any... experience, sana decides to help her out? hehe and if possible, i'd love a cute / fluffy ending where they get together :)
thank you so much!
|| suddenly i'm overwhelmed, longing for you
bestfriend!minatozaki sana x fem!reader ; fluff, smut
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synopsis: after constantly hearing about a number of your friends getting together, you start to wonder when it'll be your turn.
tw// content: none!// reader's first time, fingering, a heavy sprinkle of a begging and praise kink; just really soft and gentle sex (but sana really loves teasing)
a/n: the pictures make the story seem angsty, but trust, there's like 3% of angst, 46% fluff, and 51% smut...as always, super thankful and appreciative for supporting my works, anon!!! i hope you enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it!! who is proofread and why do i not bother with them
wc: 3.9k
from your friend group, it had started with nayeon and momo, one of the most renowned campus couples at your university.
their relationship is basically folklore at this point.
everyone knew them to be the couple that somehow managed to be obnoxiously affectionate without being too annoying about it.
(it was very much annoying to you, especially when you all would sit on the campus lawn for lunch on a nice spring afternoon, and nayeon would steal a bite from momo's fork while momo would look at her girlfriend like she's spring herself.
"they make me sick," you would mutter into your drink with sana giggling beside you saying how they’re cute.
even their pda has gotten to sana, and she was supposed to take your side; that's what best friends are for!
but then she’ll look over at you with a relaxed smile and fondness in her eyes and say, “but you’re cuter.”
you’d usually forget what you were annoyed about then, especially when the wind breeze carries itself through your hair, prompting her to scoot closer to tuck your loose strands behind your ear).
then dahyun and tzuyu got together, which wasn't a surprise that they would eventually get together. the only thing that shocked you was how they got together before mina and chaeyoung (chaeyoung was always too fluster to actually get her shit together to talk to the myoui mina. but it all worked out in the end, anyway), especially how much they've been pinning each other.
(but what can you say, you did help dahyun get her girl after all. the best wingwoman for everyone but yourself...).
then of course, jeongyeon and jihyo have been attached to the hip since forever. they just took a while to realize their intense platonic love was romantic, and best friends don't quite kiss each other on the corner of each other's lips as a goodbye.
and then there's minatozaki sana: your best friend, soulmate, your ride or die, the one who knows you more than yourself, the one who knows exactly what you'll order even at a new cafe, the one who always saves you a seat without asking.
the one who still remembers the tiny things you told her when you were both back in middle school—how you prefer to sleep (the endless sleepovers could back that up with ease), how you prefer to eat your tangsuyuk (dipping over pouring), and so much more that the list could go on and on forever.
and you've always wonder why sana has never been with anyone exclusively after her breakup in high school (you remember it vividly because it was the only time in your life you ever felt weirdly displaced beside her. it was also the first time you've ever seen sana cry that hard. her ex constantly gave you death glares after their breakup, like it was your fault).
she's gorgeous with an equally loving personality. someone who can bring a positive mood to wherever she goes. someone who has people falling onto their knees for her just to get an ink of her attention.
sana has gotten asked out numerous times in high school, and now in college—people stare and gawk without restraint, they slip small pieces of paper of their contacts into her palm, or if they're confident enough, they'll ask her out right there and then.
and she always handle the confessions the same way every single time: with that signature of an easy smile, a sweet laugh behind her hand, and sparkles in her eyes that makes people think they have a chance.
until she apologizes and says she's not interested at all, even when they seem like the perfect match for her.
huh, you'll have to ask her more on that.
—
the day comes sooner than later.
you're sat on the edge of her bed (it's way comfier than yours), feet dangling below as you watch sana try to find her textbook.
(yes, you're both roommates. it was already a given when you both got accepted into the same school)
"you're staring again."
you blink, realizing sana's looking at you from her desk, body leaning against it with her hand.
"what?"
a grin spreads across her face, one you know that an annoying teasing quip would follow, "you've been staring at me for like five minutes. i'm just so pretty, right?"
you rolled your eyes at that, teeth biting your bottom lip to stop yourself from smiling, "i have not, especially for five minutes. you're seeing things...even though you have your glasses on."
"you have, darling," she points lazily to herself, "right here. very intense staring, it's kind of making me nervous."
you had snort at that, shaking your head in disbelief because when has sana been nervous ever?
"i was just thinking," you paused, rethinking whether you should ask her or not, but it's sana, someone you’ve known for a long time, so there's no point in hiding, "i think it's questionable you've stayed single this long. you could literally date anyone you want. you're smart, you're kind, you're caring, you're cute, you're beautiful. so why?"
your brows lightly twitch when her expression softens instead of brightens, cheeks turning into a pink hue.
"you’re the one to talk, though i'm flattered...but not just anyone," she says quietly, making your chest tighten unexpectedly.
"what do you mean?
sana just smiles after that—small, almost sad—as she turns to fumble with the drawers to find that forsaken textbook.
"you think too much in that cute head of yours, darling," she murmurs, letting out a little huff when she doesn't see what she's been looking for.
your mind starts to wander again, thinking how people are getting into relationships so easily, and you're still here, single with no experience.
"sometimes," your voice dips in a sad tone, one that has sana perking up and turning back around, "i wonder what it's like to date. to be in a relationship as disgustingly cute as nayeon and momo's, or as adventurous as dahyun and tzuyu's. to kiss and you know...i've never done that..." you trail off with a blush, eyes averting from sana's gaze.
it was quiet for a moment, the dorm’s ac sound rumbling through the somewhat tense air. you didn’t dare to look up from your fidgety hands in your lap, too embarrassed to see sana’s reaction.
"hypothetically," she starts, voice far too calm, "if you wanted practice or something...i could help."
the silence afterward is deafening, your eyes wide and mouth agape as you try to process what sana had said. her expression immediately changes to regret, face strewn as if her soul left her body.
the minatozaki sana, your best friend, is offering to help you, in that way? the one whom everyone has been trying to get together with? the one whom you undeniably trust with all your heart, if it allows?
"wait, i'm sorry—i don't know what came over me to say that. sorry, please just pretend i didn—"
"you'd do that for me, sana?"
you hear her take a sharp inhale, her eyes slowly and cautiously lifts back to yours.
"yes—a-are you sure? you're serious?" she asks weakly, slowly shifting towards you.
your face burns instantly, "i mean—i don't know, maybe? you just caught me off guard. w-would you?"
sana stares at you for a long moment.
you can practically see the internal war happening behind her eyes, because this is dangerous territory, one that may or may not change the trajectory of your friendship.
for years she’d buried every stupid butterfly feelings she’s ever had for you under flirty teasing, friendship, late-night phone calls, and being ‘just sana, the best friend.’ she’s survived this long by pretending she’s okay with wanting things she can’t have.
and now you’re sitting here on her bed, looking at her with wide trusting eyes, asking if she’d really do that for you.
she thinks her heart might actually give out. because she would actually go capture all the stars in the galaxy, lasso the moon, or even become a genie and make magic real just to grant you three wishes if that’s what you wanted.
“yeah,” she squeaks out before she can stop herself, “of course i would. i'd do anything for you.”
the room suddenly feels too small, your chest tightening strangely.
she walks toward you now, settling herself between your legs as she places both her arms on either side of you on the bed. from the closeness, you become painfully aware of every little thing—the warmth of her breath on your face, the sincere look in her eyes, the way she keeps darting her tongue out to wet her lips.
she lifts a hand up to cup your cheek, her thumb feeling the softness.
“but,” she says gently, “only if you actually want to. not because you feel pressured or embarrassed or like you’re behind everyone else.”
you grasp her hand on your cheek, determination filling your eyes, "i trust you, sana."
and as she leans in—hands carefully on you like you are something precious, hesitancy written all over her eyes—you nod immediately, trusting her so completely it makes her chest ache.
-
"if you hate it, we stop," she whispers, looking down at you as she now kneels between your legs on the bed.
you nod, finding yourself at a loss for words, looking up at sana, lips swollen from the make-out session earlier.
"if you get uncomfortable, we stop. okay?"
you nod again, interlacing your fingers with hers as she leans down, her other hand next to your head.
"use your words, darling." she nudges your chin with her nose, giving your cheek a kiss afterwards.
"yes, we'll stop when i don't want to continue anymore."
you squirm under her, feeling her lips lightly nipping down your neck. a particular harsh suck under your ear makes you moan embarrassingly loud, face turning red as an amused sana peers up at you.
"you're a bit sensitive, aren't you?"
you whine as she licks over the blossoming mark, feeling yourself starting to get hot under your clothes. you impatiently tug at the hem of your sweater with your free hand, trying to get it off.
sana lets out a low laugh, kneeling back to help you out of the annoying article of clothing before removing her own.
and saying your mouth dried up would be an understatement. since you knew sana kept herself fit, but seeing all the effort of her weekly yoga classes right in front of you made you speechless.
your hands couldn't help but reach out to touch her soft, pale skin, feeling her arch into your touch as she shivers with goosebumps.
"so eager," she bites her bottom lip when you graze your fingers along the lines of her abs, letting out a whimpered "and touchy."
she pulls your hands away with a final exhale of constraint, her own now tugging at the strap of your bra, to which you unclasp and take off right away because sana is moving so slow.
her hands slide up your sides to the underside of your breasts, quietly asking for permission as you squirm, feeling her breathing hitting your exposed chest.
"sana, please, i need you—"
both of her hands cup your breasts into their palms, and she squeezes, with just the right amount of pressure for you to involuntarily push your upper body forward with a breathy whimper.
"good girl, keep making those pretty noises for me."
and as you thought it couldn't get any better, you let out a choked moan as her lips wrap around a nipple, tongue unapologetically swirling as she sucks it afterwards.
after a pinch here and a pull there, sana moves further down the bed, a hand on the waistband of your pants.
"can i?"
and you nod shamelessly because that's all you can do at the moment, your thoughts needy that you have a piece of mind to know that only sana can satiate the neediness.
she drags your sweats down agonizingly slow, her movements deliberate enough for you to push your hips up into her hand.
words were ready to slip out of your lips to tell her to hurry up—because it's really embarrassing how sana is basically ogling at all the nudity her eyes could land on—until the gray cotton finally leaves your skin and is thrown onto the floor.
your next attempt to tell sana to pick up the pace—because god, where you need to be touched is starting to ache—gets interrupted by high-pitched whines when sana leisurely drags a finger up and down on the fabric of your ruined panties, exhaling a shaky breath as she sees the wetness seeping through.
"s-sana, please hurry, fuck—" your words die out as she presses on the sensitive bundle of nerves, an unhurried smile spreads across her face.
"okay, okay, i'm getting to it, darling. i didn't know a bit of teasing would get you this drenched. are you sure this is your first time?"
and goodness, you really want to strangle her because why is she asking such an embarrassing question right now, when she's touching in all the right places?
"hm? is it? tell me." her fingertips move to linger at the waistband, nails scratching against the cotton.
"yes, you're my first, sana...now, please touch me more. d-do something!"
her eyes darken more at that—if that was even possible, but your mind is too jumbled to even process anything else besides her fingers pulling down your soaked panties; a string of slick travels until it breaks.
"okay, deep breath, darling. i got you."
your face flushes when sana coats two fingers with your wetness, letting out a loud moan as they travel to your clit and pressure is applied.
the skin-to-skin contact makes you writhe from the foreign yet pleasurable feeling, both of your hands gripping the sheets hard beside you as sana draws tight circles around your clit with her thumb.
you make eye contact with sana, almost whimpering when all you see is sincerity, adoration, and fondness in her eyes.
"alright, i'll insert a finger in slowly, okay? it might hurt a bit at the beginning, but it'll start to feel good afterwards." her middle finger prods at your center, finally pushing in gingerly when you nod profusely.
and fuck, did it hurt. you held onto her wrist, stopping her from going in any further, because you already feel so full.
"breathe, darling. you're doing so well for me." she leans down afterwards, peppering you with kisses on you jaw and across your cheeks until her lips land on yours.
the kiss lingers, gentle and kind. her smile brushes against your mouth when she swipes her tongue on your bottom lip, intruding in like she belongs there.
you feel yourself clenching hard around her finger, moaning into the kiss when she pushes in knuckle deep.
a string of saliva connects you both as sana pulls away, grinning with wet lips and twinkling eyes.
"i'm going to start moving, alright?
you nod, wrapping your arms around her shoulders as you pull her closer, hiding your face in the crook of her neck.
the room’s air quickly fills up with your moans and whimpers, along with the wet sound of sana working her way in and out of you. she coos against your cheek, whispering praises along the lines of “such a good girl,” “you’re doing so well for me,” “you sound so beautiful.”
“do you think you can take another?” confused, you pull back to look up at her in a daze. your question gets quickly answered when sana teases another finger at your entrance, gliding, prodding, and waiting, making you bite down hard on your lower lip.
and sana is ever so patient, dragging her finger lazily as she waits for your answer.
“y-yes…” you muttered, hips canting up on their own to match sana’s thrust.
“hm, what was that?”
your thoughts about strangling her comes back again because you knew she heard you, though it quickly vanishes when sana grazes the second fingertip in just a bit, making you jelly under her.
“another one—fuck, i-i want another one, please.”
“i knew you could take a little more, my good girl.”
your whine feels loud against your throat when she adds another finger in, curling both upwards before retreating them back, and repeating the motion. your hips spasm at the sudden pleasure wracking through your body, toes curling and eyes rolling back.
"does it feel good, sweet girl?" sana's thumb presses down on your clit as her digits make work inside you in a way that makes you knock your head back onto the pillow. her hot pants beside your ear doesn’t help the slightest, making you clench around her tighter, arousal trickling down onto her sheets in a pool of wetness.
you don't answer verbally, but sana takes it as a “yes” anyway when you bite down on her shoulder to suppress another string of loud moans (you can't possibly have other residents knocking at your door right now), making her hiss into your ear at the searing pain.
"you look so perfect and pretty taking it...all for me, right?" she punctuates the sentence with a smooth slide in, fingers hitting a specific spot that has you seeing bright lights and stars, despite it being only late afternoon.
"yes, all for you, sana—"
her other hand that was cradling your neck travels down to your lower stomach, applying just enough pressure for you to feel something weird about to come out.
"i-i think i'm close—"
sana leans back to look at you, all flushed and pliant under her.
"seems like you are. you’re clenching so much around my fingers. cum for me, darling."
you gasp, feeling her lips pecking their way along your jaw—the contact light but the oversensitivity makes you feel her plumpness traveling up to your ear before she severs the last inkling of your sanity,
"you're mine."
and god, you might as well be hers, because you don't think anyone else can make you have the most earth-shattering orgasm other than sana herself.
the orgasm peaks with an intensity that has you moaning into sana's mouth as she captures your lips, drinking in every sound with ease. every muscle in your body locks up, with waves of ecstasy flowing through as you grip her biceps in your hands.
sana helps you ride it out before you squirm under her. she slips her fingers out slowly, earning a hiss from you that she immediately amends with a kiss to your nose.
finally gaining conscious to open your eyes to look up at sana, she has a dopey smile on her face, swollen lips looking like they're ready to spew teasing words again.
however, she doesn't tease as you expected, but rather cares and worries instead.
"how do you feel? does it hurt anywhere? i didn't do too much, right? i'm sorry if i di—mmph!"
you shut her up with a kiss, because does sana always get chatty post-sex?
"you did amazing, sana. thank you, for doing this with me." you nuzzle your nose against hers, hearing her giggle into the space between you both.
"of course, darling. let's get you cleaned up, shall we?"
and you're glad sana doesn't mention the mess all over her hamster print bedsheets.
—
a few days have past since the whole incident, with everything being rather normal; perhaps too normal.
you and sana both go back to your usual routines, and as much as you try not to think about it, you can't help but always stare at sana's lips whenever she talks to you or to anyone else in your vicinity.
and since you're always staring, it doesn't take long for sana to take notice right away—to which she calls you out one weekend evening.
she looks at you with pure intent and innocence, too casual for you to process the depth of how meaningful the statement is.
"if you want to kiss me, you can." sana's sitting against a pillow on her bed, with glasses on and a book in hand.
"huh?" you blink out of your daze, unconsciously licking your lips as your eyes flicker down to hers—you stop mid-swipe to bite down on your lower lip instead.
sana is still looking at you over her glasses, wearing that soft expression that makes you melt like ice cream out on a hot day. you heart pounds loud enough for you to hear it—hard, fast, and unsteady as you lie on your side, body snuggling further in your bed.
you open your mouth to say that you don't want to kiss her and that she's got it all wrong, but what comes out next makes her drop her book onto the floor instead.
"i like you, sana." your eyes widen, hands coming up to slap at your mouth, ears burning up, "i mean no, i don't—wait, wait, yes, i do! i don't why i said no, maybe it's because you won't reciprocate whatever the hell is brewing up in me and i might've just ruined our decades of friendship...and you're just so pretty and everyone's lining up for you and i don't stand a chance and...i don't know what i'm saying anymore—"
"just shut up and get your ass over here."
but you don't because you're frozen in place, mouth opening and closing like a fish, too speechless and stunned to comprehend what sana just said.
and perhaps you were too slow in getting her words in and sana's impatient, because the next thing you know, she's already on top of you over your duvet, straddling your hips as her hands bracket your head on both sides.
"sana, what are you doin—" her index finger comes up to shush you. the smile she gives you is small and nervous, eyes serious and vulnerable all at once.
"i've spent years hiding my feelings from you because i was the one who was afraid of messing up with what we have. i've been in love with you," her voice is almost in a whisper, with layers of emotions underneath it, "every time i wanted to tell you, i've stopped myself. i was terrified, darling, because i kept thinking that having you as my best friend was better than risking losing you completely."
her confession settles heavily between you as she leans down, close enough that you can see every tiny detail of her face—tender eyes, rosy cheeks, sharp nose, and smooth, inviting lips.
sana notices your lingering gaze, grinning shyly before leaning down further, her nose touching yours.
"can i kiss you?"
and when you pull her in by her shirt with the curl of your fingers—the sunlight catching her eyes—you realize that you should've been paying attention to her rather than your friends' love lives. that you should've realized the person you've been searching for has been beside you all along.
because kissing sana meant that all those years filled with almosts, of missed chances, of quietly loving each other, had only ever been leading to this: to her resting her forehead against yours after breaking away from the kiss, to her whispering how she's hungry and that she'll treat you for dinner in a bit, to her saying how she'll teach you how to eat her out later—
There's a lot of maturity, care, understanding & emotional in this relationship, it's very consistent so even if things aren't great or there's a misunderstanding, these good things are still prsent. It's a relationship that's been built in a way that's very strong & solid, like it's a really good foundation I'm seeing here.
I think they know each other really well honestly, like you know when you've known someone for a very long time & are really close? Obviously you'd know a lot about each other and that's what I'm getting here. Although there's an issue, i do think all that makes irritation & just let's say some friction develop over time within the relationship. I'm getting these unfinished cycles, patterns that keep coming back because they haven't handled it, or issues that never were fully resolved between them. it's like when you have the same disagreement multiple times, like they'll have it ten times over and over again & they'll still somehow someway find themselves having it an AGAIN for like eleventh time even years later.
I feel like one or both of then can become stubborn, sensitive to the smallest things, or frustrated with each others behavior even if it's minimal. I don't think they dislike each other, not at all, but it's more of a when you know someone for such a long time & you built such a familiar bond with each other, they obviously become more aware of each others flaws & issues.
— Sana -> Momo ✭
Immediately there's familiarity, history & an emotional attachment here from her side. Sana sees her as someone who she's really connected to, specifically her past & her personal journey in life, momo is a big part of that. There's comfort here, memories with each other, she's known her for so long that she's become really really connected & tied up to her life and her story.
Sana sometimes feels like the two of them don’t really always operate on the same wavelength, like they aren't driving the road at the same speed. Maybe their communication styles are different or they just don't coordinate easily, even if they really do care about each other. I'm not saying they have some insane conflict with each other but it's this feeling of her thinking that momo makes things harder than they need to be.
Even though sometimes she really does become frustrated, tired or mad, she’s not the type to easily give up on the relationship they have. She sticking it out because despite everything the bond matters a lot to her. She without a doubt values momo because of their history & time together, but there's definitely moments where she feels tired & annoyed issues or misunderstandings.
— Momo -> Sana ✭
Immediately from her I'm getting affection, friendship, comfort & that she genuinely enjoys sanas company. She honestly feels much more connected to her, at least in a more natural way. But i am sensing these emotions from her that aren’t expressed openly, these feelings she has that get bottled up or moments where i guess momos emotional needs aren’t fully communicated clearly or met by sana. This makes me think that momo has her certain frustrations, disappointments, ect that she keeps to herself instead of addressing them with sana.
There could be some hostility? But I'm leaning more on unresolved tension being present, pride, and yet again misunderstanding or specific situations where she doesn't feel understood by sana, or she herself doesn't understand sana clearly. She also feels frustrated or annoyed by the dynamics between them at times, she simply just won't work or resolving anything though which is complicating everything.
But to be fair this is a really normal & human relationship, it's not perfect at all but I makes sense when it's between people who've known each other for so long. It's not idealized by momo at all, she believes she's shared a long journey with sana, cares about her, truly does enjoy her company despite issues that come along sometimes and she has a genuine bond with her. It's just that occasionally sana does get on her nerves basically
Hiii, I've been reading your stories for a while and I really like your writing I wanted to ask if you could make a story idol sana x a female idol reader. Ty🩷🩷🩷
|| blue light spins and freshness spreads over our lips
idol!minatozaki sana x idolfem!reader ; fluff
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synopsis: going on instagram live with your girlfriend, you see a comment that dares you to wipe the drink after she drinks from it. safe to say, sana does not like the prank one bit.
tw// content: none!// slight spit play(?), just sana being a bit freaky
a/n: i'm not sure if you guys have seen this trend (wiping after gf drinks), but it's been popping up a lot on my tiktok fyp, so i decided to whip it up in this fic!! thank you for supporting my writing, anon!! enjoy reading!!! n.o.t. proof.read.
wc: 2.0k
being able to date the minatozaki sana from twice has been a wonderful experience.
however, your anxiety had peaked when dispatch caught you both kissing right in front of sana's apartment complex after your date night one evening (and you’ve always managed to be super cautious about these things, but sana couldn’t keep her sneaky hands to herself long enough for you both to reach her actual apartment door).
the pictures weren't grainy at all. they were clear enough to allow viewers to see that it's definitely two specific, well-known girl idols kissing: your hand resting on the back of her neck, with sana smiling into the kiss as she always does.
when the official article finally dropped, confirming that you both are dating because there can't be any other reasons to deny such allegations, your names stayed trending for weeks—even making it to national news channels.
and the internet practically melted at your relationship:
[dispatch really exposed sana for being the most whipped wlw alive!]
[WAIT, so that's why sana's always smiling at her phone every time the camera pans to her in twice's vlogs??!!!]
[alright, editors, do your thing and make these fan edits!!!]
[they're such a cute couple!!]
[matching phone cases, matching sweaters, matching rings...how have we missed all of this??]
a viral thread also stood out from it all: [proof minatozaki sana from twice has been publicly in love with her girlfriend for years.]
(to sana's embarrassment, there were quite a lot of pictures and video replies that fans had found and dissected to precise details under that thread.
she had hid her face in your shoulder with a groan then, your arms around her waist, while you both cuddled on your couch.
"they're never going to let this down," she mumbles in your neck, nuzzling her nose before she continues, "however...now i kind of want to go out there and kiss you just so they can keep talking about us."
you had laughed at that, your eyebrows lifting in amusement because sana is most likely serious, if the determination in her eyes say otherwise.
"don't look at me like that, darling. disptach worked so hard for those 4k quality photos. so, we can give them better ones, especially in the daylight!"
safe to say, you both did not go outside and exhibit pda (sana likes you all to herself anyway).
but she did lean up to kiss you deep enough for you to have a stupid smile afterwards).
—
spending time with your girlfriend has quickly become your favorite pastime, especially when you both go on instagram live together on a free weekend.
as sana is sprawled across your couch in your clothes, you decided to start a live on sana's account. sitting on the floor with your knees drawn up against your chest, you make yourself comfortable on the pillow in the space between the couch and the coffee table.
"hello everyone!" sana sings sweetly into the camera, scooting her face on the cushion to rest on your shoulder, cheek squished cutely. her freshly washed hair smells like your shampoo—something faintly floral—with her soft strands tickling your neck every time she moves.
"wouldn't that hurt your neck?" you murmur quietly, her hair almost making its way into your mouth.
"not if i'm close to you."
you rolled your eyes fondly at that, hand moving away her hair neatly before they go back on the screen to scroll through the comments.
many chats flew by quickly; your eyes were not able to catch up with them unless you pressed on the screen to pause the flow. sana read some of them out loud, voice lilting into amusement the more she did so.
"they’re saying you look sleepy." she tries to turn her head as much as possible on your shoulder, but eventually gives up with a huff when she can't see your face.
"yeah, i am a bit sleepy, but i do want to talk to your fans."
the blanket your girlfriend has draped over herself shifts a little, until you feel the weight on your shoulder becoming lighter. from the corner of your eye, you see her body slide down on the couch, plopping unceremoniously right beside you on the floor.
"so much for 'i'm so lazy, i won't join you on the floor.'" you teased, lips in a smirk as you glance over at her.
sana narrows her eyes mischievously before slipping her icy hand under the hem of your shirt, her palm splayed out on your warm skin shamelessly, making you yelp out in surprise. looking back at your livestream quickly, you let out a sigh of relief when you see the camera cuts off from your upper chest.
thank goodness, you did not want the world to see everything else.
"i'm just readjusting so i can go use the restroom." she gets up, making sure she is out of view from the camera before sauntering off to the bathroom, even having the audacity to look back with a wink accompanied with her own butt pat.
shaking your head as you try to hide your smile behind your hand, you continue filtering through the comments:
[they are never beating the married allegations...]
[we love you!!!]
[sing us a song!]
[so pretty~~~]
[comeback hints???]
muttering out the last question, you talk a bit about your upcoming comeback, playing around with your words to not reveal too much.
"you guys will be really surprise for my comeback! the style is way different from our usual concept, but that is all i can tell you!"
reaching over the table, you grab your drink, sipping it lazily as a comment suddenly catches your eye among the endless flood:
[you should offer sana your drink and wipe it afterwards to see how she reacts]
you snort into your hand at the suggestion, almost choking on the drink as your brain is already planning on how to let the little prank unfold.
"you guys are a menace. hopefully i don't end up girlfriend-less tonight...or else i'm blaming it on you guys!"
you barely have enough time to recover from your small laughing fit before the sound of slippers padding swiftly across the floor echoes from down the hallway.
sana settles back into her spot beside you with a contented sigh, rubbing her slightly damp hands against her sweatpants before tugging the blanket back over her legs.
the viewers immediately start spamming heart emojis the second she instinctively leans into your side again, her eyes meeting yours through the screen—a twinkle of shine in them.
quietly offering her your drink, she took the glass in hand with glee, body wiggling in excitement. completely oblivious to the prank, she happily brings the straw to her lips, face lighting instantly at the sweet taste of the juice as she takes long sips.
her eyes were soft and content the entire time, looking pleased over something as small as sharing your drink that almost makes you feel bad for pranking her in the first place.
almost.
"that's really good, thank you!" she scrunches her nose in gratitude as you take the drink from her hand, before her face expression turns into mild confusion when you pluck a tissue from the box, nonchalantly wiping the straw as you stare at your phone.
you can practically feel the gears in your girlfriend's head spinning as she stares back and forth from your face to the drink.
"...what are you doing?"
your lips press together immediately to stop yourself from laughing, eyes trained forward because you'll burst out laughing if you look at her directly.
"darling?" she pokes your cheek as you take a sip, her fingers traveling from your face to curling around the glass, plucking it out of your hand before she takes the straw into her mouth.
her phone somehow—miraculously—ends up falling out of its holder, the camera now panning up to the ceiling instead.
what the viewers don't see is how you're hypnotized with sana's scandalous action, one that an idol should never show in public—especially on live.
your eyes widen as she openmouthedly twirls the plastic tube with her tongue, coating it with her saliva before closing her mouth around it, lightly sucking on it as she looks at you with half-lidded, sultry eyes.
[wait wait wait what's happening?]
[you're so fucked]
[omg did y'all see sana's face????]
[notice me pls]
[live laugh love, but it seems like you'll be sleeping on the couch]
[the phone fell!!!! nooo what's going on???]
sana smirks after she pulls away with a small pop, arms now extending for the drink to be in front of you, guiding the straw to your mouth as she drags it along your lips.
your mouth parts on its own, feeling the spit-coated plastic pushing in; the warmth of it reminds you of where it had been.
your girlfriend hands you back your drink—to which you took with shaky hands—chin nodding to the cup to make sure you take sips.
her lips curve in a sly, satisfied smirk, before her hands busy themselves putting her phone back on the stand.
she proceeds to talk to her fans sweetly and innocently as if she wasn't completely ruining her idol image right in front of you.
[her gf's face is so red???? what went down?!!?!?!]
[omg what happened in those ten seconds???]
[??!?!?!??]
[sana-unnie you're so pretty]
[bro she's experiencing technical difficulties]
[sana flipped the script so fast]
for the entirety of the live, you can see her tiny twitch of a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips whenever her nails graze your thigh under the blanket.
it also doesn't help that she constantly licks her lips or has her tongue darting out for the rest of the livestream.
a real fucking tease she is.
—
as you both finally bid goodbye to everyone (sana had whined when you wanted to end it early because there were more important matters at hand. it was clear why she wanted to stall for so long), your girlfriend immediately gets in your lap, legs bracketing your hips possessively, almost knocking over the items on the table.
"look at you," she teases in a slight mocking tone, "completely whipped on live and i wonder why."
the smugness in her voice makes you shift in your seat, already feeling a pool of slick forming in your shorts.
"your fun little prank seems like it backfired, no? all flustered from just a bit of teasing, hm?"
before you can defend yourself, she turns to grab the drink on the table into her hand, the cold drips of the condensation makes you flinch as they drop onto your thighs. sana takes a few sips before turning back to you, an unreadable glint in her eyes.
just as your mouth parts to speak, sana grips your shirt tightly in her hands, pulling you in for a kiss as she presses her body impossibly closer—until you feel liquid sweetness spilling past your lips, making your eyes widen in surprise.
all you could taste was the strawberry drink traveling on your tongue and down your throat, moaning into the kiss as sana pushes more of the drink into your mouth. you let out a small choked sound as sana checks for any remnants of the drink still in your mouth with a slide of her tongue, feeling her grin on your lips afterwards when she finds none.
she pulls back abruptly in a daze, a pleased smile plastered on her pretty face as she takes in your flustered state. her fingers stay twisted tightly in your shirt, keeping you close as she bites down on her lower lip to suppress another wicked smile. her eyes flick shamelessly between your blown pupils and swollen lips before meeting your gaze again.
"my gorgeous girl," her thumb comes up to wipe away a trail of the drink that slid down to your chin, pulling it back towards her as she licks it off with an appreciative hum.
you cough again from the realization, quickly gulping hard afterwards, then stare at her with dark eyes. your hold on her thighs tightens, fingers gripping enough to stop her hips from grinding on your lap.
"what's wrong, darling?" she stares back with that infuriatingly annoying smug and sparkles in her eyes before leaning closer again, noses brushing lightly, "do you want more?"
When Y/n, a Spanish trans male photographer, travels to Seoul to learn the ropes of studio photography from his best friend Jimin, he expects to focus on his craft. He does not expect to catch the eye of Twice—least of all, Dahyun.As an unexpected connection blossoms between them, Y/n must navigate his own deep-seated physical insecurities and the quiet realities of his ongoing transition. But in the fast-paced, high-pressure world of K-pop, keeping a relationship hidden is no easy task.
As the spotlight begins to shift toward them, Y/n and Dahyun must decide if they are ready to step into the light and fight for a love without masks.
Category: Slow-burn romance, fluff, smut, emotional healing, trans-centric themes, and a lot of behind-the-scenes idol life.
