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hello! Its ur nayeon pilled anon again!!!! What about a nayeon x fem reader fic where ur her uber driver but u don't recognize her lol. Bonus add on if she sees a pc of her and she asks who it is and u say it's ur gf bc 2 crackheads in the car is better than one?? Thank you as always! 🙏🏼
late night ride
idol nayeon x uber driver f! reader // fluff
synopsis: you unknowingly drive nayeon as her uber driver. when she notices her photocard on the dashboard and asks who it is, you tell her she’s your girlfriend as if it’s the most natural thing in the world ^^
author’s note: hihi nayeon pilled anon :P (you’re so peak hehe) THIS IDEA WAS SO CUTE ++ it had me giggling as i was brainstormingggg :D:D thanks for this adorable idea ^^ i hope u like it and sorry it took so long for me to get to it </3
contents: fluff fluff, crack (not the sus type)
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you had recently started doing late-night uber shifts, trading sleep for a little more money to save up for the apartment you wanted. plus, you’d always enjoyed driving and chose to think of the work as a way to get to know the city more.
after dropping off a couple at the airport, your phone vibrated with a new ride request.
a few minutes later, you pulled up to the pick up location. the street was quiet, lit mostly by the flickering storefront signs. the passenger opened the door and slid into the backseat quickly. you glanced quickly into the rearview mirror — she had a gray hat pulled low and a mask that covered most of her face.
“hi,” you said automatically, glancing into your phone as you confirmed the destination. “you’re heading to gangnam-gu?”
there was a brief pause.
“yeah,” came the muted reply.
“okay, great.” you shifted the car into drive, merging back into the late-night traffic stream.
the city was still awake at this hour. streetlights pooled warm gold onto the roads, and neon signs flickered lazily above cafés and convenience stores, their colors bleeding into the glass of the car like watercolor.
every now and then, a distant vehicle honked, but the city was mostly quiet in a way that felt intimate. even the traffic felt patient, just existing under a sky that had gone dark and velvety with night.
“wow, the roads are especially packed tonight,” you said, glancing at the rearview mirror with the casual energy of someone who’d said the same thing a hundred times before. “it seems like everyone decided to go out all at once.”
from the back seat, there was a small nod. the passenger stayed quiet. she’d expected… something else. a reaction or even slight recognition, maybe. instead, she got nothing unusual at all, just another driver talking as if it was any other night.
you kept talking, oblivious to the passenger’s thoughts behind you.
“and don’t even get me started on the monsoon season coming up,” you added with a sigh. “i swear, people get more impatient the second it starts to rain around here.”
you glanced again the mirror. still nothing — just that same quiet presence in the back seat. maybe she didn’t particularly feel like talking.
at a red light, your eyes drifted briefly to the dashboard. clipped neatly beside your phone mount was a photo card. the photocard smiled adorably at you, and the small bunny sticker you’d placed on the plastic cover gleamed as it caught the light of a nearby car.
the passenger leaned forward just a little, curiosity slipping through as she inspected the photocard.
“who’s that?” the passenger asked casually, trying not to sound too interested.
you didn’t even hesitate as you replied.
“my girlfriend,” you said simply, a small smile forming on your lips.
for a moment, the car felt a little quieter. there was a pause from the back seat, but not long enough to be suspicious.
“...she’s pretty,” she said, voice neutral.
“i know,” you shrugged. “she gets that a lot.”
behind you, nayeon bit the inside of her cheek. she gets that a lot?
laughter bubbled up in her chest, but she managed to swallow it down, shoulders trembling every so slightly at the effort.
you didn’t notice anything different, continuing to drive.
“we’ve been together for two years,” you continued. nayeon nearly choked, having to tightly grip her jeans.
“oh?”
“yeah,” you nodded matter-of-factly. “long distance is pretty rough though… i don’t get to see her very often because she’s an idol you know — busy schedule and all that.”
nayeon turned to face the window. underneath the mask, her lips were pressed together so tightly they hurt.
“so…” she managed, clearing her throat. “how did you two meet?”
“oh, a mutual friend.”
“...mutual friend?”
you hummed in reply.
“who?” nayeon pressed.
“i can’t really say. privacy reasons.”
nayeon pressed a hand to her mouth, shoulders shaking as she laughed silently. a few seconds passed before she tried to continue the conversation again.
“so…. do her members know you?”
“oh, definitely. of course.”
“they do?”
“what do they think of you?”
you had to consider that question — but only for one second. “i think they like me.”
“you think?”
“well…” you tilted your head. “one of them threatened me once… protective friend stuff, but we got past it.”
nayeon coughed into hand to disguise the laugh escaping her. the sincerity in your voice made the whole thing infinitely more ridiculous, but also more endearing.
you glanced in the mirror in concern. “are you okay back there?”
“yeah.” her voice cracked. “just… allergies.”
you nodded sympathetically before continuing your monologue. “her family and i get along really well though. her dog really likes me — he’s the cutest little pomeranian. i love him.”
nayeon answered with a small nod, silently grateful she'd decided to wear a hat and mask that night. the smile blooming across her face was impossible to suppress, but thankfully the mask hid it while her hat shaded the way her eyes folded into half-moon crescents. once she managed to control her laughing fit, she continued to ask questions.
“so… what’s she like?”
you immediately grinned. “she’s really sweet,” you said genuinely. “she’s so smart and funny. and ridiculously pretty — i mean, have you seen her?”
the navigation chimed. the car filled briefly with the same prerecorded payment announcement, one you’d heard enough times to memorize. you pulled neatly to the curb and shifted the car into park.
“well,” you said, “here we are.”
the passenger reached for the door handle but paused. you looked up at the photocard on your dashboard with a fond smile.
“to be honest, im just a huge fan,” you admitted with a small laugh. “she’s my favorite. im convinced she’s the prettiest person ive ever laid eyes on.”
you shook your head in earnest. “and honestly… if i ever actually met nayeon, i’d probably passed out,” you laughed.
there was a beat of silence. then—
“..hi.”
the voice was different — brighter and familiar. you glanced up at the rearview mirror. the passenger had pulled down her mask, and in the mirror, you saw a bunny smile. the bunny smile, with bright eyes crinkled in laughter.
for a second, your brain refused to process. you blinked once, then twice. you turned around to confirm that what you were seeing was real.
…and it was.
“nayeon?” your voice came out somewhere between a whisper and a squeak. “oh my god.”
she couldn’t contain her laughter anymore — it spilled out of her, warm, loud, and unmistakable, filling the entire car.
“i thought,” nayeon managed between laughing, “you said you’d pass out.”
you kept staring at her, eyes wide in disbelief.
“...i think i actually might,” you said weakly. that only seemed to make her laugh harder.
when it finally eased, a silence filled between you two, but it was softer.
nayeon tilted her head slightly, watching you with an amused smile. “so… your girlfriend, huh?”
you groaned, burying your face in your hands as you recalled the embarrassing bit you’d committed to for at least fifteen minutes. “please, please forget everything i said. please forget this ever happened.”
“i don’t think i can,” she replied, laughing again at the horrified expression on your face.
she then reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone. her fingers briefly tapped at the screen before holding it out towards you.
“give me your number,” she said simply.
“wait what?”
“we should probably get to know each other before dating, don’t you think?”
this time, it was your turn to laugh. you slowly took the phone, entering your number with slightly clumsy fingers. when you handed it back, she saved it without hesitation, smiling a little at her phone.
then, she stepped out of the car. before closing the door, she leaned back in just slightly with a grin. “i’ll call you sometime. have a safe drive home!”
—
after you arrived home — still in disbelief that any of it happened — your phone buzzed with a notification.
you grabbed at it immediately, a little embarrassed at how quickly you clawed for it. there was one message from an unknown number.
hi! i realized i never asked you for your name
nice to meet you, i’m nayeon. and you are?
Haii can you please make a mohyo and make momo a sub where she lwk has mommy issues and jihyo teasing her until momo is lwk begging👀👀
love foolish
dom! jihyo x sub! momo // smut
synopsis: momo gets jealous and whiny when she sees jihyo talking to another girl at a party
author’s note: idrk how to incorporate mommy issues bc idrk what it is, but i still hope you enjoy !! ive had writer’s block for a while so idk how good this is sorry :((
just as jihyo was about to take a sip of her drink, a hand tapped her shoulder, pulling her focus away from the conversation in front of her.
to celebrate the almost end of their tour, sana had thrown a small party at her house, inviting the members and staff for a casual yet lively get-together.
about an hour into the party, a girl that jihyo recognized vaguely from the a&r team introduced herself, saying how she’d always wanted to meet her and how jihyo was her bias from twice. jihyo couldn’t stop the smile that bloomed on her face as the girl blushed from nothing more than mere eye contact.
she grabbed two cups of juice from the table and handed one to the girl. through small talk, jihyo learned that they shared a surprising number of interests, ranging from snow boarding to going to the gym.
jihyo laughed out loud as the girl told her a funny story about a cooking disaster, her hand reflexively reaching out to shove the girl’s shoulder in a playful manner. she continued to chat with the girl, oblivious to the way momo’s gaze lingered a little too long or how distracted she seemed as sana tried to tell her something.
“momoring? hello? are you listening?” sana asked playfully, a teasing grin on her lips. when momo didn’t respond, sana followed her gaze until it landed on jihyo. a knowing smile spread across her face.
“just go talk to her,” sana said helpfully. momo’s pout deepened.
“she seems busy right now,” momo said, sighing dramatically as she finally looked away. her shoulders slumped when as she heard jihyo’s laughter again, the sound cutting through the low hum of conversation.
sana gave her friend a look of pity, patting her on the back as she excused herself to the restroom.
momo’s eyes snapped back to jihyo, a sharp gasp coming out of her mouth when she saw the girl’s hand resting on jihyo’s arm.
something inside her snapped, and an icy cold feeling spread through her chest like poison. before she knew it, momo was already walking towards jihyo.
the both of them turned to look at her, jihyo’s eyes widening in surprise. before momo could question herself or her actions, she grabbed jihyo by the wrist and pulled her away from the girl.
jihyo hurriedly murmured an apology over her shoulder as she let momo lead her away. the simple act of excusing herself to the girl sent another flash of red through momo’s mind, one that made her walk faster.
“what’s wrong, momo? are you okay?” jihyo asked, concern lacing her tone when they finally stepped foot inside one of sana’s spare rooms.
“you’ve been talking to her for almost an hour now,” momo said immediately. “you haven’t even looked at me the entire night.”
jihyo’s worried expression quickly melted into amuse, her posture relaxing. “have you been watching me?”
“no, i… just happened to notice. but that’s not the point,” momo rushed before jihyo could say anything. “the point is you’ve been with her this whole time.”
realization dawned on her.
“momo,” jihyo said slowly, a smirk lifting on her lips. “okay. i’ll spend some time with you then. what do you want me to do?”
jihyo’s gaze dropped to momo’s lips, not failing to notice how momo’s breathing had grown uneven.
“i— i don’t know,” momo whispered.
jihyo laughed. “i think you do know, baby.” she closed the distance between them with each step, driving momo back until her shoulders hit the wall. jihyo’s hands settled at her waist, steady and unmoving.
“i can’t do anything until you tell me what you want. use your words,” jihyo whispered. the sudden proximity made momo shudder lightly, her legs feeling shaky under her. “come on, darling. we don’t have all night. there’s someone waiting for me outside, you know.”
momo’s jaw clenched at the mention of the girl.
“pay attention to me.”
“i already am, momo.”
momo’s breath stuttered as jihyo leaned in, pressing slow kisses along her jaw.
“jihyo, can you—”
jihyo lightly sucked on her pulse point, elicting a soft whimper from momo. “can i what?”
momo groaned. “i can’t focus when you do that.”
jihyo just laughed against her neck. “you can do it, baby. put that pretty little brain to use.”
momo felt a familiar tug in her lower abdomen at the words, and she had to bite her lip hard to suppress the airy moan caught in her throat.
“jihyo, p-please touch me.”
momo’s voice cracked with need. it didn’t help that jihyo’s touches had grown bolder, sliding up to run over the slope of her chest.
“good job, darling. that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
jihyo dragged momo to the bed and pushed her onto the mattress, stopping just for a second to stare at the needy expression on her face. momo’s cheeks were already flushed, legs spread open instinctively to expose the inner parts of her thigh under her skirt.
“look at you, baby, your legs are already open for me,” jihyo grinned, sliding her hand up momo’s leg. she removed momo’s underwear with one swift motion.
under the pale moonlight from the window, the space between momo’s legs glistened, her arousal dripping onto the sheets. jihyo slowly dragged her index finger against momo’s entrance, carefully watching the japanese girl under her. momo whined as jihyo purposely avoided her clit, seeming to trail her fingers everywhere but the place she needed it most.
“please,” momo whined. she reached down to guide jihyo’s hand, her hips moving on their own in search of any sort of friction.
“please what, baby?”
jihyo held her hands impossibly still, refusing to move until the words came directly from momo’s lips.
momo leaned her head back in frustration as her walls clenched around nothing. “fuck me, jihyo. please,” she cried out, tired of feather light touches that weren’t getting her anywhere.
jihyo smirked as she watched momo’s composure break, finally bringing her hands to touch the girl underneath her properly. she slid two fingers inside momo while her other hand rubbed circles into her clit, making momo’s back arch into the bed.
loud moans spilled from momo’s mouth as the sudden pleasure filled her senses. her mind went blank and all she could focus on was the feeling of jihyo’s fingers pumping in and out of her, every sensitive nerve on fire.
“shhh, baby. keep your voice down or im going to stop.”
momo nodded frantically — she bit her lower lip hard to stay quiet. she couldn’t have jihyo stop, not when everything felt too good to the point that she could barely remember her own name.
“do you like this? me giving you attention?” jihyo asked, even though she knew momo was past the point of being able to answer her, let alone form coherent thoughts. momo’s eyes rolled back as jihyo curled her fingers against her g-spot, a scream coming out of her.
jihyo froze — the sound was too loud for anyone to not have heard, even amidst the various conversations outside.
momo whimpered when jihyo completely removed her hands from her core, her breathing heavy as she struggled to catch her breath.
“why’d you stop,” momo asked breathlessly, her voice whiny with need. she had been so close to cumming, and the abrupt interruption had halted the familiar build-up in her lower stomach.
“i told you to be quiet,” jihyo murmured, giving momo a look of faux sympathy. she wiped her drenched fingers against momo’s skirt, the action staining the gray fabric a darker shade. when she looked up to meet momo’s eyes, she almost felt her composure break at seeing momo’s eyes well with tears.
“i-i’m sorry. i’ll be quiet this time. im sorry, please jihyo. i’ll be good, i promise” momo begged, her voice shaking as she bit back the overwhelming urge to cry. she desperately wanted jihyo’s hands back on her, the need so strong that it made her feel dizzy.
jihyo felt her composure break.
“scream one more time and i stop for good,” she warned. when momo nodded in understanding, jihyo brought her hand back down to momo’s core, rubbing her clit with her thumb. momo’s eyes closed as she felt jihyo’s hands on her again, her legs spreading open wider to allow even better access.
it took less than a minute for momo to reach the verge of climax again, her body starting to shake in anticipation. the sound of her moans filled the room, growing higher in pitch with each thrust.
momo came as jihyo curled her fingers hard into her, back arching into the sheets as her climax overtook her. white stars filled her vision as jihyo continued to fuck her through the climax, her thighs starting to shake from the overstimulation. jihyo finally removed her hand when momo pushed her away, her body feeling too sensitive to take any more.
jihyo just watched as momo drank in mouthfuls of air, her legs still twitching from the aftermath of her orgasm.
when momo’s breathing finally slowed, jihyo leaned down to place a gentle kiss on her cheek.
“you don’t have worry, momo. you’re the only one i have eyes for,” jihyo said sweetly with a cheeky grin. “plus, you’re cute when you get jealous.”
momo huffed softly, turning her face away so that jihyo couldn’t see the flush of her cheeks.
—
the moment they returned to the living room, everyone went silent. conversations stalled mid-sentence, all eyes slowly turning toward them.
for a beat, nobody said anything.
then jeongyeon broke first, doubling over in laughter as she clutched her stomach. “im nayeon, you owe me 20 bucks!”
nayeon groaned across the room, and the two immediately started bickering.
when the party finally started to pick back up, sana walked over to the two of them, her arms crossed over her chest.
“you guys are lucky those sheets were already old,” she said flatly. “i was going to throw them out anyway.”
sana paused to inspect the two of them before continuing. “im glad you guys… whatever, but please don’t do that in my house again.”
jihyo nodded, barely able to contain the grin on her face. she leaned slightly towards momo.
hello!!! Can we get jealous possessive nayeon who's actually a big needy baby? Do what you will with it! You'll do great things lol thank you!!! 🩵
needy
sub! nayeon x f! reader // smut
synopsis: nayeon got jealous easily — you knew that. but maybe, just maybe, you wanted to push her a little by giving her less attention, instead focusing on sana. OR you touch nayeon under the blankets while sana sits right next to the two of you :)
author’s note: nayeon req yayyy hehe 😊 thank you so much for your nice wordssss & sorry this took forever !! 🩵
content: semi-public sex, sneaky sex, reader makes nayeon intentionally jealous, jealous nayeon, possessive nayeon, kinda degradation, nayeon is super subby & needs your attention 24/7, whiny nayeon
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both you and sana immediately burst into giggles, hitting each other as her words hung in the air.
you didn’t even notice as nayeon entered the living room, her footsteps muted by your laughter.
“what’s so funny?” nayeon frowned as she placed her bag on the floor. she quickly took in the scene in front of her: you and sana were sprawled lazily in the living room, idly munching on snacks and watching a movie. it was a common sight, especially on days where the two of you had no schedule. but what wasn’t normal was how close sana was to you, clinging onto every inch of your skin. sana’s hand rested just above your knee, her head resting a bit too comfortably on your shoulder.
“oh hi nayeon! how was your recording?” you asked without even looking at her, your eyes glued to the tv.
nayeon couldn’t help the pout that formed on her lips. you couldn’t even spare her a few seconds of eye contact?
nayeon just stared for a few moments before jumping into the empty space next to you. she wrapped her arm around yours, leaning her body flush against your frame. nayeon immediately sighed as your scent enveloped her.
“it was really good! pd-nim said my tone was really good. do you want to hear some of it?” nayeon asked excitedly, her eyes wide as they bore into yours.
“sure! maybe a little later though.” you said, shooting her an apologetic glance. “sana really wanted to show me this movie — apparently it’s so bad it’s good.”
sana giggled at that, trying to muffle her laughter into the crook of your neck. you let her, smiling wide as sana’s nose brushed against the curve of your neck.
you weren’t oblivious. you could’ve easily pulled away from sana, from all her touches and whispered remarks.
but did you really want to?
every little thing that sana did only seemed to set nayeon off more. her nails dug lightly into your sleeve whenever sana laughed at your jokes. she shifted closer and closer until she was practically halfway in your lap, her thigh pressed stubbornly over yours.
cute.
nayeon’s eyes narrowed at the tv even though she hadn’t paid attention to a single scene in the last fifteen minutes. every few seconds, her gaze flickered back to you instead — checking if you were still looking at sana, still smiling at sana, still letting sana touch you so easily.
when sana started to explain what was going to happen in the film next, nayeon immediately interrupted, speaking over the japanese girl.
“y/n, im cold. can i wear your hoodie?” nayeon shivered for effect, flashing her bunny smile at you.
“nayeon, you just interrupted sana,” you chided gently, giving her a pointed look.
nayeon looked away to roll her eyes and mumbled out an almost unintelligible “sorry.”
you hummed in approval, starting to take off your hoodie.
“nayeon unnie, i can just give you the blanket,” sana said quickly, flashing what was probably supposed to be a helpful grin.
nayeon very reluctantly took it from sana’s hands, her lips pressed together in a thin line. she threw the blanket across both her lap and yours, making sure it covered the space between the two of you completely.
you barely had time to suppress your smile before nayeon suddenly grabbed your hand beneath the blanket, tugging it insistently into her lap.
“nayeon,” you warned quietly.
“what?” she whispered back, feigning innocence as her fingers threaded through yours. “i’m cold.”
her tone alone made it obvious she was lying.
especially when she immediately pressed herself closer to your side, you could feel the way her skin burned against yours, warm and not cold at all. nayeon’s head dropped onto your shoulder with an exaggerated sigh, her pout deepening when your attention shifted back toward sana.
“and then this is the part where they go on their first date—”
“y/n,” nayeon interrupted again, voice smaller this time.
you glanced down at her. “what now?”
“nothing,” she mumbled, clearly meaning the exact opposite.
for the next few minutes, nayeon stayed unusually quiet. but underneath the blanket, her hand kept moving — tracing along your palm, squeezing your fingers whenever sana laughed too loudly, subtly trying to pull your attention back to her.
you could practically feel her getting more and more irritated every second you continued listening to sana instead of her.
eventually, nayeon let out another miserable sigh before leaning close enough for her lips to brush your ear.
“pay attention to me,” she whispered.
the words came out embarrassingly soft.
you raised an eyebrow. “aren’t i already?”
“no,” nayeon muttered immediately. “you’ve been talking to sana the whole night. and,” nayeon swallowed, avoiding your gaze. “you’ve barely touched me all night.”
you whispered quietly, lowering your tone so that sana couldn’t hear. “is that what this is about?
“no…”
“nayeon.”
“i just hate it when you ignore me,” she whined quietly, bringing your intertwined hands to rest on her thigh.
“i’ll be right back,” sana said, standing up from her spot on the couch. “i have to use the restroom. but you guys can keep watching! this part isn’t too important anyway.” she quickly left, the absence of her presence suddenly making the room feel smaller.
for a second, neither of you moved.
you untangled your hand from hers, flattening your palm against the top of nayeon’s knee. you could feel the way her skin burned against your hand. nayeon looked at you differently now that she didn’t need to conceal her expression for sana.
“y/n,” nayeon whispered, your name coming out breathy.
“were you really upset?” you murmured, voice lower than before.
“you were ignoring me,” nayeon whined. “i—”
her breath hitched when your hand slowly rose higher, your hand stroking up her thigh.
you didn’t say anything else, just staring at her and gauging her reaction.
when you slid the tip of your fingers under the fabric of her shorts, she sucked in a breath of air.
nayeon flushed immediately, like she was embarrassed by how fast she reacted. but still, she didn’t pull away, instead leaning closer to you and melting under your touch. she guided your hand all the way up to her waistband, holding her breath as your fingers hooked slightly in.
nayeon just stared at you, waiting for your next move. her breathing was heavier, pupils dilated in anticipation and lust.
“please,” she whispered when she realized you weren’t going to do anything without her asking.
you tilted your head slightly. “please what?”
there was another pause, the only sound being nayeon’s heavy breathing.
she swallowed, her eyes flicking to your lips for half a second before she looked away again, suddenly shy.
“touch me,” she murmured, so quiet you weren’t sure if you heard right. on any other given day, you would’ve teased her further, refusing to do anything until nayeon said exactly what she wanted. but today, the needy expression on her face was enough.
you gently pulled down on the waistband, telling her to lift herself up so that you could take her shorts all the way off.
when you finally cupped her clothed core, nayeon let out a shaky exhale, her eyes fluttering shut.
she was absolutely drenched. you could feel the wet stain against the fabric of her panties, the way her arousal stuck to the thin material.
you bit back a laugh. “all this because i ignored you?”
nayeon started to whine, but her response quickly turned into that of a gasp when you roughly pulled her underwear down, leaving her lower half completely bare. you were free to touch her, skin-to-skin, without the inconvenience of clothing.
you slid your fingers against her slit, almost purring at how easily your fingers moved against the smooth expanse of skin.
just as you were about to slip a finger inside her tight heat, you heard the restroom door open.
sana.
nayeon’s eyes widened in panic, but her body reacted otherwise: nayeon held your wrist so that you couldn’t move your hand away, pathetically shifting her hips in need.
so needy.
“nayeon,” you whispered, your breath hot against her ear. “can you stay quiet for me?”
nayeon nodded her head frantically. “yes. please— i—”
you could already tell she couldn’t think straight, not when your hand was just inches away from her entrance and her pussy was pulsing in need. oh well — you’d see just how long she could last.
“you better stay very, very quiet,” you smirked, leaning your head away from her ear just as sana returned. she bounced into her seat, making the couch creak under the weight.
“i’m back! are you guys ready? — this is where everything gets crazy.”
you definitely agreed with that.
you slowly circled nayeon’s clit, all the while completely avoiding looking her away. you gave your full attention to sana, nodding along and humming in agreement as sana rambled excitedly about how surprisingly poetic the next scene was.
“...it’s so, so crazy,” sana finished, her eyes sparkling. “isn’t it, nayeon unnie?”
you quickly glanced at nayeon. her cheeks were completely flushed, and she was barely able to open her eyes. you increased your pace against her clit, smirking as her breath hitched.
“i— y-yes,” she stuttered, biting her lips hard to prevent any unwanted noises from slipping out.
nayeon clamped her legs tightly around your hand as you flicked at her clit even faster — at that pace, she could barely control herself, barely restrain herself to stay quiet like she’d promised you.
“oh my god, and then here, the guy—” sana continued to talk. you quickly removed your hand from nayeon’s dripping core, turning your body to give sana your full attention.
you laughed when sana said something funny, although you weren’t really laughing at that.
beside you, nayeon gave a confused groan. she reached for your hand under the blanket, trying to guide your hand back to where she needed it, where she was dripping for you.
you only began to move your hand again when sana finished talking.
this time, you slipped a finger inside her, doing so slowly to prevent any squelching sounds. you slid in impossibly slow, biting your lip at how tight she was — her pussy practically swallowed your finger.
next to you, nayeon turned impossibly quiet. with her other hand, she was gripping the sleeve of your hoodie, her face buried in your shoulder. her body was shaking from restraining herself of grinding onto you.
once the entire length of your finger was inside her, you slid out equally as slowly. you repeated this over and over, reveling in the effect that it had on nayeon. with each thrust, nayeon’s walls squeezed around your finger, her grip on your hoodie turning so tight her knuckles turned white.
she was barely able to stay quiet, but the sounds didn’t travel as far since her moans were muffled by your hoodie.
“this is the actual plot twist,” sana squealed, clapping her hands as she leaned forwards towards the screen.
“oh is it?” you asked, quickly sliding your fingers out of nayeon. you didn’t so much as glance nayeon’s way, pulling your drenched fingers into your lap.
when the plot twist ended, you moved your hand back up to nayeon’s pussy, only to find that she was already touching herself, her own fingers stuffed deep inside. she had two fingers pumping in and out of her as her other hand circled her clit.
she was whining against your hoodie, whimpering at the new intensity of pleasure — one that she had to give herself because you weren’t paying any attention to her.
you quickly slapped her hands away. nayeon whimpered loudly, but luckily, sana didn’t notice. you leaned into her ear: “such a slut. you can’t even wait for my fingers hm?”
nayeon whispered your name, the sound so filthy and broken.
“d-don’t stop, p-please,” nayeon begged, her breath hot against your ears.
suddenly, sana leaned further so that she could look at nayeon.
“nayeon unnie…? are you okay? you look kind of red,” sana commented, looking at the older girl with worry. “are you feeling hot now? do you want me to take the blanket back?”
in that exact moment, you chose to thrust two fingers inside her — she had begged you not to stop, after all. nayeon’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, but she quickly recovered, forcing herself to look at the japanese girl in front of her. sana didn't fail to notice the peculiar reaction, which only added to her original concern.
“n-no!” nayeon immediately shouted, her eyes wide with panic. you fucked her even harder, slamming your fingers each time so that they hit her g-spot at the perfect angle. “i mean— i-i’m fine. just tired i t-think.” her voice was shaky, her eyes barely able to stay open.
her thigh was jerking uncontrollably. after the endless times of edging and touching her on and off, you could tell she was close. and though she’d never admit, you felt how much wetter she had gotten when sana started to pay more attention to her, giving her worried glances every now and then. nayeon gushed around your hand, so wet to the point that you didn’t think you could pump into her without fully getting caught.
so instead, you opted to curl your fingers right against her g-spot.
nayeon buried her face into your shoulder again, but not before a very noticeable moan slipped past her lips.
“nayeon unnie?” sana questioned again, the suspicion more evident in her voice. she stared back and forth between nayeon and you, trying to determine what was happening. you stared straight ahead, acting engrossed in the movie while your finger curled into her a rapid pace under the blanket, your leg pressed on top of nayeon’s open ones to prevent the blanket from moving so much.
“sana,” you said, your voice smooth and even. “do you think you could get nayeon a glass of water? maybe with some ice cubes in it.”
the ice cubes were just a time stall — you were sure it would be just enough to make nayeon cum without sana coming back at the wrong time.
sana nodded, getting up slowly as she shot one more skeptical glance towards nayeon.
as soon as sana disappeared into the kitchen, nayeon whimpered out loud.
“f-fuck, i’m s-so close,” she moaned, throwing her head back. her back arched into your fingers, pushing them deeper inside her.
with one hand still buried deep inside her, you brought the other one to circle her clit. her walls fluttered against your fingers, squeezing your fingers impossibly tight. you curled into her again, murmuring filthy things into her ear.
“come on, baby. cum for me before sana catches us.”
at that, nayeon came hard, biting down on your clothed shoulder as her entire body shuddered from her climax.
a muffled scream echoed through the living room, the sound quiet yet loud across the vast space.
you pulled your fingers slowly out of her, your entire hand drenched from her juices. the couch underneath her was stained as well, obvious and impossible to miss.
nayeon fell limp against your body, her thighs still twitching from the aftermath of her climax.
“let’s get you dressed quickly,” you said to her, pressing a kiss to her cheeks. she nodded weakly, throwing the blanket to the floor as she looked for her discarded clothes somewhere in the quilt.
you watched as pulled her shorts up, her legs wobbling as she sat back down. as soon as you threw the blanket over the two of you again — to hide the very obvious wet spot on the couch — sana returned with a cold glass of water in her hands.
“here you go,” sana handed the glass to nayeon.
nayeon hummed in thanks, taking a small sip of the liquid.
“are you sure you’re okay?” sana asked one last time, looking not-so-subtly around to see if she could detect any suspicious changes to the environment.
“i think she’s better now,” you answered for her, a cheeky grin on your face as you brought your hand to nayeon’s thigh again.
