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My friends are so hot I have lesbian thoughts about them

#hyomo yapps!!#holding hands and hugging type shi

if(!!) you are doin requests atm then perhaps a lil idol!sana and pro athlete!r …. maybe even pro tennis … idk idk … if it speaks to your heart

(big fan of everything you write btw 🙂‍↕️)

|| baby, you're my four-leaf clover

idol!minatozaki sana x protennisplayerfem!reader ; fluff

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synopsis: with scheduling conflicts, sana isn't able to attend your final tournament of the season. with a cloudy headspace, you start out rough on the first few rounds until you spot her in the crowd.

tw// content: none!// slight mention of exhibitionism

a/n: i HAD to pull out sana at the australian open!!! i know nothing about tennis (so pls excuse any inaccuracies, i tried looking them up as i went!),, tyty for your support anon mWAH,, prompt def spoke to my heart!...blahblahblah proper name place name, not proofread...

wc: 2.6k

nayeonie99

Veins and Velvet

Nayeon x fem!reader

⚠️Unnie kink, hand kink, fingering, dirty talk, squirting, best friends to lovers⚠️

Word count: 7162

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The apartment was thick with the scent of stale coffee and the lingering, heavy silence that follows a loud confrontation. Y/N stared blankly at the wall, her shoulders slumped, the adrenaline of the breakup finally giving way to a weary, cynical clarity.

Nayeon shifted on the velvet sofa, her leg pressing firmly against Y/N’s. She had been here for hours, serving as the silent witness to the collapse of a relationship she had resented from the start.

"I just… I feel ridiculous," Y/N murmured, her voice hollow. She looked at Nayeon, her eyes shimmering with a mix of frustration and newfound apathy. "It wasn't even good. He was a clumsy kisser, and he had no idea what he was doing in bed. It was just… awkward."

Nayeon felt a wave of relief wash over her, though she kept her expression carefully composed, offering a gentle, supportive squeeze to Y/N’s shoulder. "You deserve someone who actually knows how to handle you, Y/N."

Y/N let out a sharp, bitter sigh. "It wasn't just that. He had these… short, stubby hands. It sounds so petty, but I couldn't stop looking at them. I have a thing for hands, Nayeon. I need them to be graceful, to look like they actually belong to a person who knows how to use them. It’s a massive turn-off when they aren't."

Nayeon went still. She looked down at her own hands resting on her thighs. She had long, slender fingers, and the veins were prominent, tracing a delicate map beneath her skin—a feature she had often hidden in sleeves or pockets. She slowly uncurled her fingers, resting them flat against the fabric of the sofa.

"Like this?" Nayeon asked, her voice dropping into a register that made the hair on Y/N's neck stand up.

Y/N turned her head, her gaze locking onto Nayeon’s hands. The silence stretched, heavy and charged. Y/N didn't answer; she just stared, her breathing hitching as she traced the line of Nayeon’s index finger with her eyes.

Nayeon watched the reaction, her smirk slow and deliberate. She didn't pull away. Instead, she rotated her wrist, allowing the light to catch the veins on the back of her hand, making the movement smooth and hypnotic. She slowly slid her hand across the space between them until her pinky finger grazed the back of Y/N’s hand.

Y/N didn't move, her eyes darting from the contact point back up to Nayeon’s face, which was now dangerously close. The air between them felt pressurized, an invisible weight pulling them closer.

"I didn't know you had a thing for hands," Nayeon whispered, her voice a soft, velvet blade. She didn't rush. She lifted her hand and, with agonizing slowness, traced the line of Y/N’s jaw, her long, slim fingers lingering at the pulse point in Y/N’s neck. The contrast of Nayeon's cool skin against her heated skin sent a shiver through Y/N.

"Nayeon," Y/N breathed, her voice barely audible.

"Do they look better than his?" Nayeon pressed, her thumb tracing the shell of Y/N’s ear before trailing down to her lower lip. She pulled her hand back just enough to create a torturous distance, leaving Y/N wanting more.

The sexual tension was a physical force now, pulling them together like magnets. Nayeon leaned in, her gaze dropping to Y/N’s lips, her own hand settling firmly on the back of Y/N’s neck, her long fingers splayed against her skin. When she finally closed the last inch of space, the kiss wasn't a collision—it was a slow, deliberate claiming, initiated by the weight of their joined hands and the heat of Nayeon’s palms against her skin.

Nayeon didn’t break the contact of their lips, but she shifted, her weight leaning into Y/N until they were pressed flush against each other on the sofa. She drew the kiss out, slow and lazy, savoring the way Y/N let out a ragged, shaky exhale against her mouth.

When she finally pulled back just a fraction, she didn't retreat. Her hand slid from the back of Y/N’s neck, her fingers trailing down the sensitive line of her throat before settling over Y/N’s collarbone. She used the pad of her thumb to stroke the skin there, watching with hooded eyes as Y/N’s eyes fluttered shut.

"You really do have such a reaction to them," Nayeon murmured, her voice a low, raspy hum against Y/N's skin.

She reached down, grabbing Y/N’s hand and pulling it toward her. She turned Y/N’s palm upward, tracing the lifeline with her own long, elegant index finger, her touch feather-light and agonizingly slow. "Soft," she whispered, her thumb circling Y/N's wrist, feeling the frantic, uneven rhythm of her pulse. "So soft. You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to see you look at me like that, Y/N."

Y/N’s hand curled instinctively, her fingers snagging the fabric of Nayeon’s shirt, pulling her closer. "Don't just... tease me," Y/N whispered, her voice tight with want.

Nayeon let out a soft, delighted chuckle, a sound that vibrated against Y/N’s skin. She shifted, her hand moving upward to cup Y/N’s cheek, her thumb grazing over her lower lip, pulling it down slightly. She used her other hand to weave her long fingers through Y/N’s hair, tugging gently to tilt her head back, exposing her throat.

"I’m not teasing," Nayeon lied, her eyes darkening as she watched the flush crawl up Y/N’s chest. "I’m just appreciating. I’m finding out exactly what it takes to make you undo yourself."

She dragged her fingers down from Y/N’s jawline, tracing the line of her shoulder, letting her nails graze the skin just enough to send a jolt of electricity through Y/N’s spine. She was systematic, methodical, using those hands—the ones Y/N had confessed to obsessing over—to map every inch of her, testing her boundaries, feeling the way Y/N shuddered every time a long, vein-traced finger pressed against her side or the small of her back.

Nayeon leaned in close, her lips ghosting over the shell of Y/N’s ear. "Look at my hands, Y/N," she commanded softly. "Look at what they’re doing to you."

She moved her hand again, this time sliding it firmly under the hem of Y/N’s top, her cool, slim fingers splaying against the warmth of her waist, anchoring her in place. The contact was electric, and as Nayeon’s thumb pressed into her skin, she felt Y/N’s entire body lock up in a gasp.

"Do you like how they feel?" Nayeon whispered, her thumb tracing small, maddening circles against her side. "Do they feel like they belong here?"

Y/N couldn’t find the voice to answer, her breath hitching into a sharp, jagged gasp as Nayeon’s hand beneath her shirt moved with deliberate, agonizing precision. Nayeon’s fingers, long and slender, mapped the curve of her waist, then trailed upward, the slight pressure of her fingertips against Y/N's ribcage feeling like a brand.

Nayeon withdrew her hand just far enough to hold Y/N’s gaze, her expression uncharacteristically intense, the usual playfulness replaced by something far more possessive. She brought her own hand back up, splaying it against the space between them, her fingers long enough that they could have easily spanned Y/N’s entire collarbone.

"Answer me," Nayeon murmured, her voice vibrating with a dark, velvet authority.

She let her palm rest flat against Y/N's chest, right over her heart, feeling the erratic, frantic thrum beneath her touch. She didn't press down; she just let the weight of her hand linger, watching how Y/N leaned into the pressure, desperate for more. With her free hand, Nayeon reached up, her thumb catching the corner of Y/N’s mouth, dragging across the sensitive skin with a slow, torturous friction.

"I can feel your heart," Nayeon whispered, her thumb slipping inside to graze the edge of Y/N's bottom lip. "It’s beating just for this. Just for me."

Y/N’s hands came up, unbidden, to grip Nayeon’s wrists. She wanted to pull her closer, to stop the teasing, but the sensation of Nayeon’s long, slim fingers against her skin was too intoxicating to rush. Nayeon saw the silent plea in Y/N’s eyes and let out a low, satisfied hum. She didn't stop; she escalated.

She moved her hand from Y/N’s chest, sliding it down the length of her arm, her fingers curling around Y/N’s hand and interlacing their fingers tightly. She pulled their joined hands up, pressing their palms together firmly, high above Y/N’s head against the back of the sofa, effectively pinning her in place.

"You love them, don't you?" Nayeon breathed, her lips brushing against Y/N’s jaw, her breath hot against her skin. "You love how they look, how they feel, how they don't leave you any room to breathe."

Nayeon shifted her weight, pressing her thigh between Y/N’s legs, the subtle friction sending a fresh wave of want through Y/N. She leaned in, her gaze dropping to the lock of their hands, then back up to Y/N’s flushed, parted lips. She leaned down, kissing her again—not the slow, teasing pace from before, but something deeper, hungrier, fueled by the feeling of Nayeon’s large, capable hands exploring the curves of her body, leaving no inch of her skin untouched or forgotten.

Every time Nayeon pulled away, it was only to drag her fingers lightly, almost painfully slow, down the line of Y/N’s throat or across her collarbone, a constant, tactile reminder of exactly who was in control. Y/N was completely unraveled, her eyes half-lidded, her pulse jumping under Nayeon’s fingertips, and Nayeon just smirked against her skin, knowing exactly how to keep her trapped in the heat of the moment.

The air in the room grew heavy, saturated with the scent of perfume and the frantic heat radiating from their skin. Nayeon was no longer content to merely tease; she was consumed by the need to claim the space she had occupied in her own mind for so long.

She shifted, her body sliding further into Y/N’s space until there was no room for anything but their shared respiration. Nayeon’s hand, which had been pinning Y/N’s against the sofa, suddenly freed it, only to immediately guide it down—down to her own waist, forcing Y/N to feel the firm, lithe tension of her body.

"Stop holding back," Nayeon commanded, her voice dropping to a gravelly whisper.

Nayeon’s long fingers dove into the hair at the nape of Y/N’s neck, bunching the strands to tilt her head back even further, leaving her completely exposed. She didn't kiss her lips this time; instead, she trailed a path of wet, searing kisses down the arch of Y/N’s throat, her teeth grazing the skin just hard enough to elicit a sharp, gasping whine.

Every move Nayeon made was an exhibition of control. She used her dominant, vein-traced hands to map Y/N’s body, her thumbs tracing the sensitive skin of her inner arms, her fingers splaying wide to grip her hips with a possessive, grounding pressure. She felt the way Y/N arched into her, a silent, desperate invitation.

Nayeon paused, her hand sliding under the waistband of Y/N’s skirt. She felt the shudder that rippled through Y/N, the way her breath hitched and broke. Nayeon smirked against the skin of her neck, her touch slowing down, becoming deliberate and agonizing. She wasn't just touching; she was learning every tremor, every secret response, cataloging them as she pressed her palm flat against the small of Y/N’s back, pulling her flush against her.

"Do you see?" Nayeon whispered, her hand moving with a rhythmic, steady grace that left Y/N utterly helpless. "Do you see what my hands do to you?" Y/N’s fingernails dug into Nayeon’s shoulders, her head rolling back against the cushions as she reached her breaking point. Nayeon didn't let up. She intensified the pressure, her thumb tracing over the sensitive skin, her fingers working with the expert precision of an artist at a canvas.

The world narrowed down to the sensation of Nayeon’s large, capable hands, the friction of their bodies, and the sound of their ragged, synchronized breathing filling the room, drowning out everything else.

Nayeon leaned in, her lips finding Y/N’s ear once more, her tongue darting out to tease the shell as she moved her hand with a final, overwhelming intensity. "Tell me," she breathed, her voice a low, commanding rasp, "tell me you never want to look at anyone else’s hands ever again."

The air in the apartment felt thin, charged with a frantic, static energy that made every movement feel heavy and significant. Nayeon pulled back just enough to catch Y/N’s gaze, her eyes dark and heavy-lidded, reflecting a hunger she had hidden for far too long. With her hands still firmly anchored on Y/N’s waist, she didn’t just move; she began to methodically dismantle the barriers between them.

Nayeon’s long, elegant fingers moved to the hem of Y/N’s shirt, her touch lingering on the skin she revealed inch by inch. She didn't rush. She pulled the fabric upward with agonizing slowness, her thumbs tracing the line of Y/N’s ribcage as she peeled the material away, tossing it carelessly aside. When Y/N was exposed to the cool air of the living room, Nayeon’s gaze darkened, her hand coming up to hover just above Y/N’s skin before her palm finally pressed flush against her chest, her fingers splaying wide.

"You look so beautiful," Nayeon murmured, her voice thick. She traced the slope of Y/N’s collarbone with a single, long finger, the nail dragging just enough to send a fresh wave of shudders through Y/N. "I’ve imagined this—your skin against my hands—more times than I can count."

Y/N’s own hands were trembling as she reached for the buttons of Nayeon’s blouse, her movements hurried and uncoordinated by comparison. Nayeon noticed, a small, triumphant smirk touching her lips as she leaned in to help, her own hands maneuvering with a practiced grace that left Y/N breathless. She shrugged the blouse off her shoulders, letting it slide to the floor, her eyes never leaving Y/N’s.

The intimacy of the moment spiked as skin met skin—the warmth of Y/N’s chest against Nayeon’s own. Nayeon didn't hesitate to pull her closer, her hands sliding down Y/N’s back, her fingers gripping her hips to pull her flush against her. The friction was intoxicating. Nayeon leaned down, her lips trailing a hot, searing path from the hollow of Y/N’s throat to the sensitive skin of her shoulder, her hands never still, constantly moving, mapping, and possessively claiming.

"Touch me," Nayeon commanded softly, guiding Y/N’s hands to her own shoulders, to the curve of her waist, to the small of her back. "Use your hands, Y/N. Show me how much you want them."

Every time Y/N’s fingers brushed against the prominent veins on the back of Nayeon’s hands or traced the length of her slender fingers, Nayeon would arch into her, letting out a sharp, ragged breath. The atmosphere was stifling, a beautiful, frantic mess of discarded clothing and desperate, searching touches. As they shifted closer, legs tangling together on the sofa, Nayeon’s hands found the remaining edges of Y/N’s clothes, her movements fluid and purposeful, stripping away the last of the distance until there was nothing left but the raw, uninhibited heat of their bodies pressed together, skin to skin, heart to heart.

Nayeon’s hands were everywhere, a constant, intoxicating presence that made Y/N’s head spin. With the last of their clothing discarded, the barrier between them had dissolved into raw, unbridled skin. Nayeon pulled away just enough to look down at her, her eyes dark with a mixture of adoration and dominance.

She shifted, moving her long, slender fingers down from Y/N's waist, her touch deliberate and slow as she traced the curve of her hip before sliding lower. When her fingertips finally brushed against the sensitive skin of Y/N's inner thighs, Y/N let out a sharp, choked gasp, her hips instinctively bucking upward.

Nayeon didn't pull back. Instead, she leaned in, her lips ghosting over Y/N’s collarbone as she dragged her nails in a slow, agonizingly light rake along the soft skin of her inner thighs. The contrast—the coolness of her touch against the radiating heat of Y/N’s skin—was electric.

"So sensitive," Nayeon murmured, her voice a low, raspy purr that vibrated against Y/N’s chest.

She continued to rake her nails gently, a rhythmic, maddening motion that sent shivers racing up Y/N’s spine. Nayeon watched her with a smirk, her own hands working with the precision of a predator. She applied just enough pressure to make Y/N crave more, her fingers tracing invisible lines, circling the tender skin until Y/N was squirming beneath her, her breathing coming in ragged, desperate hitches.

"Please," Y/N breathed, her fingers digging into Nayeon’s shoulders, pulling her down. "Nayeon, please..." Nayeon paused, her hands stilling against Y/N’s thighs, her thumbs pressing firmly into the muscle. She looked up, her expression unreadable and possessive. "Tell me what you want," she commanded, her voice dropping an octave, heavy with anticipation.

She didn't wait for an answer, though. She knew exactly what Y/N needed. She lowered her head, her lips brushing against Y/N’s neck, her hand moving with a sudden, overwhelming confidence, her fingers splaying wide and digging into the soft flesh of her inner thighs, teasing and tormenting until Y/N was arching off the sofa, her voice breaking as she begged for the touch to deepen, for Nayeon to stop the torture and finally give her what she was so desperately craving. Nayeon just smirked against her skin, fueled by the power of knowing she was the only one who could make Y/N unravel like this.

Y/N’s nails dug into the leather of the sofa, her back arching off the cushions as she reached up to grip Nayeon’s shoulders, pulling her down until their foreheads were pressed together. She was trembling, her voice thick and breathless.

"I want you," Y/N gasped, her eyes searching Nayeon’s with desperate intensity. "Please, Nayeon... I want your hands on me, inside me." A dark, triumphant smile spread across Nayeon’s face. She didn’t rush, instead trailing her long, elegant fingers back up Y/N’s inner thighs to her center, her touch maddeningly light. She watched the way Y/N shuddered, her lips parted and raw, and finally, she gave in to the hunger she’d been harboring for so long.

Nayeon slid two fingers inside, her movements slow and deliberate, watching as Y/N’s eyes rolled back and a broken sob escaped her throat. Nayeon began a steady, hypnotic rhythm, her hand moving with a fluid grace that perfectly showcased those long, slim fingers Y/N was so obsessed with.

"Look, baby," Nayeon whispered, her voice a low, commanding rasp against Y/N’s ear. She shifted, forcing Y/N to focus on their joined bodies. "Look at what my hands are doing to you." Nayeon picked up the pace, her thumb finding her pulse point and pressing firmly as she slid in and out. "Watch them," she cooed, her eyes locking onto Y/N’s, watching the way her pupils dilated. "See how they slide in and out of you so perfectly? They were made for this, weren't they?"

Y/N’s breath came in ragged, uneven hitches, her body vibrating with the intensity of it.

"That’s it, baby," Nayeon murmured, her tone shifting into something soft, possessive, and deeply intimate. She increased the friction, feeling every internal contraction against her knuckles. "You’re taking it so well. Just look at how much you love my hands inside you... tell me you never want me to stop."

Every time Y/N tried to look away, overwhelmed by the pleasure, Nayeon would pull back just enough to create a delicious, aching void before sliding back in, deep and slow.

"Keep watching," Nayeon insisted, her fingers dancing with expert precision. "I want you to see exactly who’s making you feel like this. You’re all mine, baby, and I’m going to make sure you never forget how my hands feel."

She leaned in, her tongue darting out to tease the shell of Y/N's ear, while her hand continued its relentless, beautiful rhythm, ensuring Y/N was completely unraveling under her touch.

Nayeon felt the desperate, frantic tightening of Y/N’s muscles around her fingers, the way her entire body hummed with a tension that was rapidly nearing a breaking point. She didn't want to just satisfy her; she wanted to overwhelm her, to claim every shiver and every cry as her own.

"You're so tight, baby," Nayeon murmured, her voice dropping to a gravelly, possessive growl. "But I think you can take more." She shifted her position, anchoring herself between Y/N’s legs to gain more leverage. She pulled her hand back, but instead of retreating, she drove back in with a sudden, deep force that made Y/N cry out—a raw, jagged sound that filled the silent apartment. Nayeon’s rhythm shifted from a teasing slide to a relentless, punishing pace.

"That's it, scream for me," Nayeon urged, her eyes burning with a dark, predatory light. She watched the way Y/N’s head fell back, her neck arching and her face flushing a deep, mottled red as tears of pure, stinging pleasure began to spill from her eyes.

Nayeon moved with total confidence, her long fingers finding every sensitive spot, pressing, curling, and hitting the exact rhythm that sent Y/N into a spiral. Y/N’s moans became loud, uncontrollable sobs, her hands clutching at Nayeon’s shoulders and the sofa cushions, desperate to find an anchor in the storm of sensation.

"I have you," Nayeon cooed, her tone a dangerous blend of comfort and dominance. She pressed her palm against Y/N, feeling the frantic, fluttering pulses of her pleasure. "Look at me, baby. Look at my hands working you. You’re shaking for me, aren't you?"

Y/N couldn't speak, her breath coming in sharp, hiccuping gasps as she sobbed under the relentless friction. Every time she reached the peak, Nayeon would shift her fingers, dragging them against the sensitive, aching nerves until Y/N was completely shattered, her cries echoing off the walls.

"You’re doing so well," Nayeon whispered, her own breath becoming jagged as she mirrored the intensity of Y/N’s release. She drove her fingers deeper, faster, her movements fluid and punishingly precise. "Just let go. Give it all to me. You’re mine, and you’re going to be screaming my name until you can’t speak at all."

As Y/N finally bucked, her body convulsing in a blinding, tear-filled climax, Nayeon didn't stop; she only increased the pressure, her hand a steady, powerful force that kept Y/N suspended in the agony and ecstasy, forcing her to endure every second of the pleasure until she was left gasping, sobbing, and utterly, beautifully undone.

The aftermath of the release left the room humming with a residual, heavy silence, broken only by Y/N’s shuddering, uneven breaths. Her body was spent, splayed across the cushions, her eyes squeezed shut as tears still tracked slowly down her flushed cheeks.

Nayeon didn't pull away.

She remained anchored between Y/N’s legs, her hand still resting possessively against her, feeling the last, rhythmic tremors of Y/N’s body fading into a soft, exhausted twitching. She watched Y/N with a gaze so intense it felt like a physical weight, her thumb gently tracing the still-sensitive skin of her inner thigh, grounding her.

"Look at you," Nayeon whispered, her voice low and laced with a terrifying, beautiful satisfaction. She leaned forward, brushing a damp lock of hair away from Y/N’s forehead with the back of her hand, her movements slow and reverent. Y/N’s eyes fluttered open, glassy and unfocused, searching Nayeon’s face. She looked wrecked—completely and utterly dismantled.

"I told you," Nayeon murmured, her smirk returning, softer this time but no less dominant. She brought her hand up, looking at her own long, slender fingers, then back at Y/N, who was still trembling from the residual shock of the orgasm. "I told you I was going to make you forget everything else."

Nayeon didn't give her a moment to recover. She leaned down, pressing her lips to Y/N’s throat, her teeth grazing the skin in a slow, rhythmic scrape that made Y/N gasp again, though this time it was a weak, breathless sound. Nayeon’s hand moved back to her waist, pulling her flush against her again, refusing to let the distance return.

"You're not going anywhere," Nayeon promised, her voice a velvet threat. "We’re just getting started." She began to kiss her way up to Y/N’s jaw, her breath hot and heavy, before capturing her lips in a deep, languid kiss that tasted of salt and surrender. Nayeon’s hands were everywhere—tracing, mapping, holding—constantly reminding Y/N that she was completely under Nayeon’s control. Every time Y/N tried to shift, Nayeon’s fingers would tighten, a silent command to stay, to endure, and to let Nayeon continue to worship the wreckage she had made.

"My baby," Nayeon cooed, her fingers tangling deep into Y/N's hair, forcing her to look at her as she began to move her hand again, a slower, deeper rhythm that promised the next wave was already building, even before Y/N had fully recovered from the last. "You're all mine."

Nayeon didn't allow Y/N a single moment of true respite. Before her pulse could even begin to steady, Nayeon’s hands were firm against her hips, hauling her up from the cushions. With a fluid, practiced motion, she shifted her own body into a seated position, pulling Y/N up with her until she was straddling Nayeon’s lap.

The transition sent a jolt of fresh, sharp sensation through Y/N. She gasped, her hands instinctively clutching Nayeon’s shoulders to stay upright, her legs trembling as they hooked around Nayeon’s waist.

Nayeon let out a low, pleased hum, her eyes tracking the way Y/N’s head fell back, her throat exposed and vulnerable. She didn't waste any time. She reached down, her long, slender fingers finding their mark again with effortless precision. She didn't start slow this time; she pushed two fingers deep inside Y/N, hooking them against her most sensitive spot and holding her there, locked in place.

"That's it, baby," Nayeon murmured, her voice vibrating against Y/N’s stomach. "Sit up for me."

She tilted her hips, forcing Y/N to feel the full length of her fingers. "Ride them," she commanded, her tone brooking no argument. "Show me how much you want to be filled by me." Y/N felt like she was drowning in the sensation. As she lowered herself onto Nayeon’s hand, the friction was absolute, a perfect, agonizing slide that made her vision swim.

Every time Y/N moved, Nayeon’s fingers curled, pressing into her, teasing and stretching her until Y/N was forced to ride the rhythm Nayeon set, her hips moving with a frantic, uncoordinated grace. Nayeon watched her with a hungry, possessive intensity, her own hand working as an anchor. "Look at us," she cooed, her fingers rhythmically pulsing inside Y/N. "Look at how perfectly you fit on me. You’re riding my hands so beautifully, baby. Just like that."

She increased the pressure, her thumb rotating against Y/N’s clitoris with maddening consistency. Y/N let out a loud, broken cry, her nails digging into the soft skin of Nayeon’s shoulders as the pleasure began to crest once more.

"You’re taking it so well," Nayeon whispered, her own breath hitching as she felt the powerful, rhythmic clenching of Y/N’s muscles around her fingers. She drove her hand deeper, her long, slim fingers flexing with a possessive, rhythmic heat. "Keep going. Ride them until you’ve got nothing left to give me. You’re mine, Y/N—every inch of you is mine."

Nayeon felt the slick, heavy evidence of Y/N's arousal coating her fingers, a tangible proof of how completely she had broken her down. She didn't let up, her grip on Y/N's hips tightening, her knuckles white with the strain of keeping them anchored together.

"You're so desperate," Nayeon murmured, her voice thick with dark pride as she watched Y/N’s hips continue to grind against her hand.

She reached up, her free hand capturing Y/N’s chin, forcing her to look down at the point where their bodies were fused. "Look at what you’re doing, baby. Look at how soaked you are for me. You’re dripping, and it’s all because I’m inside you."

The visual was enough to send Y/N into a fresh spiral of shame and ecstasy. Her head lolled back, a low, wet moan escaping her throat as she pumped herself against Nayeon’s hand. Nayeon met her mouth in a searing, deep kiss, swallowing the sound of her sobs. She used her tongue to mimic the rhythm of her fingers, flicking and stroking with an intensity that left Y/N feeling raw and overstimulated.

Every time Y/N tried to slow down, Nayeon would thrust her fingers deeper, curling them in a way that made Y/N gasp and arch her spine, her back hitting the back of the sofa with a soft thud.

"Don't stop," Nayeon commanded against her lips, her voice a low, raspy growl. "I want to feel you pulsing around me. I want you to be so wet that you can't even think about anyone else." She shifted her rhythm again, dragging her fingers in a slow, agonizing rake against the most sensitive walls of Y/N’s entrance, over and over, until Y/N was completely drenched, the slickness of her pleasure coating Nayeon's hand and dripping down her own inner thighs. Nayeon let out a harsh, ragged breath as she felt the sheer volume of Y/N’s response.

"See?" Nayeon whispered, her thumb swirling aggressively, catching the flood of sensation. "You’re completely mine. You’re leaking for me, and I’m going to make sure you never dry off." She didn't give her a second to breathe, diving back in with two, then three fingers, stretching her open and filling her completely.

Y/N’s screams were loud and unfiltered now, echoing through the apartment as she bucked violently on Nayeon’s lap, her body completely surrendered to the overwhelming, drowning pleasure of Nayeon’s touch.

The room felt small, confined to the intense friction and the desperate, ragged sounds of Y/N’s unraveling. Y/N was completely lost, her head thrown back, her hair a wild, tangled mess. Her fingers, which had previously been hesitant, were now white-knuckled, buried deep into Nayeon’s hair and digging into her shoulders, trying to pull her closer, trying to merge their bodies entirely.

Sobs tore through Y/N’s chest, loud and unbidden, fueled by the sheer, agonizing intensity of Nayeon’s fingers working inside her. She felt like she was being split open, filled to the brim with Nayeon, and the sensation was so profound that tears streamed down her face in hot, relentless tracks.

"Nayeon… oh my god, Nayeon, it feels so good," Y/N choked out, her voice breaking into a high, keening sob. She slammed her hips down harder against Nayeon’s hand, desperate to find the exact point of contact that would finally shatter her. "I can’t—it’s too much—it feels so fucking good!" Nayeon let out a dark, guttural sound of triumph.

She felt Y/N’s nails biting into her shoulders, and she couldn't have been happier. She reached up, pulling Y/N’s head down by the hair so their lips were inches apart, her own eyes blazing with a mix of obsession and raw desire.

"That’s right, tell me," Nayeon growled, her voice vibrating against Y/N’s parted lips. "Tell me exactly how much you need this. Tell me how good it feels to have my fingers inside you."

"It feels… perfect," Y/N sobbed, her body convulsing with every thrust. "Please, don’t stop. I need it, I need more!" Nayeon didn't just answer; she acted. She shifted her grip, her long fingers curling deep within the slick, pulsing heat of Y/N’s core. She moved with a sudden, vicious speed, pushing her fingers to their full length and pulling back only to strike again, harder and deeper each time. The force of it made Y/N scream, a raw, piercing sound that she couldn't contain, her forehead thumping against Nayeon’s as she completely surrendered.

"You want it?" Nayeon whispered, her own breath coming in ragged, heated gulps as she pushed harder, the rhythm becoming a punishing, beautiful blur. "Then you’re going to take all of it. You’re going to take every single inch of me until you can’t see, can’t think, and can’t remember anyone’s name but mine."

Nayeon’s hand was a blur of motion, relentless and demanding, forcing Y/N to feel every nuance of her touch. With every sharp, deep thrust, Nayeon felt Y/N’s internal walls clench around her, trapping her, begging for more. She drove harder, ignoring the way her own arm burned with the effort, fueled entirely by the sight of Y/N—sobbing, clinging to her, and utterly destroyed by the hands she had spent all day obsessing over.

The intensity hit a fever pitch, the world dissolving into nothing but the friction of skin and the sound of Y/N’s frantic, broken pleas. Nayeon was relentless, her long fingers moving with a surgical, possessive precision that left no room for Y/N to catch her breath.

"That's it, baby," Nayeon urged, her voice a rough, dominant command. "Don't hold back. Let it all out for me."

Y/N was completely shattered. Tears poured freely from her eyes, her face flushed and raw as she clung to Nayeon’s shoulders, her nails digging into the fabric of Nayeon's skin as she arched her back, her entire body trembling violently. She was screaming now, a loud, ragged sound of pure, unadulterated release that echoed against the walls of the apartment.

Nayeon didn't slow down; if anything, she pushed harder, her fingers curling and hooking against the most sensitive nerves deep inside, trapping Y/N in the center of the storm. She watched with predatory satisfaction as Y/N’s eyes rolled back, her breath hitching into a series of sharp, jagged gasps before her body locked up in a final, powerful convulsion.

The release was immediate and overwhelming.

A flood of warmth erupted from Y/N, a heavy, rhythmic pulse of fluid that drenched Nayeon’s fingers and pooled over her hand, the hot, slick spray coating her skin as Y/N climaxed again and again. Y/N’s head fell forward onto Nayeon’s shoulder, her body limp and shaking with heavy, shuddering sobs. She was completely undone, the air in the room thick with the scent of their pleasure.

Nayeon held her steady, her hand still deep inside, feeling the relentless, involuntary pulses of Y/N’s climax against her knuckles. She let out a low, shaky breath, her smirk fading into a look of raw, possessive triumph as she felt the warm, wet mess covering her hand.

"See?" Nayeon whispered, her voice a velvety, breathless rasp against Y/N’s ear. She didn't pull her hand out, instead pressing firmly against the still-twitching walls of Y/N’s entrance, anchoring her as she continued to weep into her shoulder. "You're all mine, baby. You couldn't hold it back if you tried."

The room was silent, save for Y/N’s shallow, ragged breathing and the heavy, lingering heat between them. Nayeon pulled her hand back, but she didn’t wipe it off. Instead, she lifted it into the sliver of light, watching the way Y/N’s fluids glistened on her long, slender fingers and the palm of her hand.

She let out a low, melodic chuckle that held a sharp edge of triumph. "Look at you," she teased, her voice dripping with mock-innocence. "You’ve made such a beautiful mess, baby. You really couldn't help yourself, could you?"

Y/N, still trembling and dazed from the sheer intensity of the release, could only stare, her breath hitching as she saw the evidence of her surrender all over Nayeon’s hand.

"Since you've made such a disaster of yourself," Nayeon murmured, her eyes dark with a hunger that had only just begun to peak, "I suppose I have to clean it up for you."

With a fluid grace, Nayeon slid off the sofa and onto her knees, positioning herself perfectly between Y/N’s thighs.

She didn't hesitate. She pressed her palms firmly against Y/N’s inner thighs, her fingers splaying wide. She made sure her hands—those long, vein-traced fingers that Y/N couldn’t look away from—were anchored right there, prominently displayed against the pale skin of Y/N’s legs.

"Look at them," Nayeon commanded softly, her thumb dragging across the sensitive skin of Y/N’s thigh as she leaned in. "Look at how they handle you." She moved her face closer, her tongue darting out to taste the warmth of her own arousal as she began to clean the mess Y/N had made.

Every time Nayeon’s tongue swiped, she pressed her hands deeper into the muscle of Y/N’s thighs, intentionally showing off the length and structure of her fingers, making sure Y/N was forced to watch exactly how Nayeon was worshiping her.

"You taste so sweet," Nayeon cooed against her, her voice muffled and thick. She took her time, using her tongue to savor every drop, her hands constantly kneading and gripping, ensuring Y/N was acutely aware of every touch. "I’m going to make sure every last bit is gone, and then I’m going to make you spill over for me all over again."

She flicked her tongue upward, catching Y/N off guard and eliciting a fresh, sharp gasp, her hands tightening their grip on Y/N’s thighs to hold her in place as she continued her work.

Y/N didn't have the strength to look away even if she wanted to. She was perched on the edge of the sofa, her hands white-knuckled as she gripped the leather, her body still vibrating from the previous climax. She watched, completely entranced, as Nayeon worked—her long, elegant fingers dug deep into the soft flesh of Y/N’s inner thighs, anchoring her in place while her tongue moved with a rhythmic, devastating expertise.

The sight of Nayeon, usually so composed, now completely devoted to her pleasure, made Y/N’s breath catch in her throat. She shifted her hips, tilting them forward to give Nayeon better access, letting out a series of low, wet, slutty moans that echoed through the quiet apartment. Her jaw was slack, her lips parted as she hungrily licked her own lower lip, her brows knitted in a haze of pure, overstimulated bliss.

"God, Nayeon," Y/N whimpered, the sound jagged and desperate. She moved her hips against Nayeon’s tongue, grinding down, needing the friction.

Nayeon paused just for a second, looking up through her lashes, her smirk widening as she took in the sight: Y/N’s eyes heavy-lidded, her body completely surrendered, and those sounds—the ones Nayeon had been dying to hear—spilling out of her.

"That's it, baby," Nayeon murmured, her voice thick and gravelly against Y/N’s sensitive skin. "Keep making those noises for me. I love hearing exactly how much you like this."

Nayeon dove back in, her tongue flicking with a rapid, precise heat that made Y/N’s back arch violently. She kept her hands pressed firmly into Y/N’s thighs, her fingers splaying and digging in, letting Y/N see exactly how much control she held over her. Y/N moaned louder, her head rolling back against the cushions, her body beginning to twitch and spasm again as Nayeon’s relentless, worshipful pace began to push her right back over the edge. She couldn't stop the sounds, and looking down to see Nayeon completely focused on her, tasting her, was the most intoxicating thing she had ever felt.

The air was thick, heavy with the scent of their shared intimacy and the ragged sound of Y/N’s breathing. As the pleasure began to coil tightly in Y/N’s belly once more, Nayeon reached up, her hand sliding past Y/N’s thighs to find her hand. She interlaced their fingers, pinning their joined hands against the sofa cushion—a display of absolute possession.

"Look at me, baby," Nayeon commanded, her voice a low, honeyed rasp.

Y/N stared down, her gaze locking with Nayeon’s as she felt her own pulse echoing in her fingertips. Nayeon’s tongue swiped with a sudden, devastating hunger, finding that one spot that made Y/N’s world tilt.

"Nayeon… I’m—" Y/N gasped, her voice hitching into a sharp, melodic whine.

"I know," Nayeon cooed, her fingers flexing against Y/N’s, anchoring her as she went harder, her tongue fluttering against Y/N’s clitoris with the speed and intensity of a heartbeat.

"You’re such a good girl for your unnie, aren't you?" Y/N’s hips slammed into Nayeon’s face, her body wracked with tremors. She let out a guttural, final sob as she peaked for the third time, her walls clamping down around the sensation, her body turning liquid. She didn't just moan; she wept, the sound high and needy, her head shaking back and forth as the pleasure shattered her resolve completely.

Nayeon didn't stop until the last twitch subsided.

She pulled back, but she didn't leave Y/N. She began a slow, sensual trail of kisses starting from the inner arch of Y/N’s thigh, moving upward with agonizing sweetness. Her lips were soft, lingering on the sensitive skin of Y/N’s stomach, peppering kisses across her navel, before moving upward to the pulse point in her throat.

"So sweet," Nayeon whispered against her skin, her breath warm. She nuzzled into the crook of Y/N’s neck, her lips brushing her earlobe. "You’re such a good girl, Y/N. My good girl."

She pressed a final, lingering kiss to Y/N’s jaw, her hands releasing their grip on Y/N’s to pull her closer, wrapping her arms around her waist. She held her there, rocking her gently, satisfied and possessive, while Y/N remained caught in the aftershocks of the third climax,

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۪♱009──── gf!sana x fem!rea ( ☆ )

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(कोई 🎏) HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY KIRAAA @douqhnxtss! Genuinely my baby but old asl so my milf 💗 can't believe she's turning so old tho hope her dentures don't fall off or something smh smh + these are short plz don't kill me

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STOLEN MOMENT

CHARACTERS. minatozaki sana × female reader

SUMMARY. during a rare quiet afternoon at the dorm, you and sana finally get some time alone together. as you enjoy a private moment away from the pressures of idol life, an unexpected interruption forces you to confront the possibility that your relationship may no longer be a secret.

WARNINGS. suggestive, pure fluff

The dorm was unusually quiet for a Saturday afternoon. Most of the members had scattered for various schedules—Jihyo at a radio show, Nayeon filming a variety program, Momo and Sana's usual dance practice partners conspicuously absent. You'd learned to cherish these rare pockets of peace in the chaotic world of Idols.

"Finally," Sana sighed, pulling you through the doorway of her shared bedroom. Her fingers intertwined with yours felt warm, familiar. "I thought we'd never get a moment alone."

You smiled at the dramatic pout on her lips. Even after six months of secret dating, Sana's theatrics never failed to make your heart flutter. "We saw each other three days ago."

"Three days too long," she countered, tugging you down to sit beside her on the bed. The afternoon sunlight streaming through the window caught the honey tones in her hair, and you couldn't help but reach up to tuck a strand behind her ear.

Sana leaned into your touch, her eyes fluttering closed. "I missed this. Missed you."

"I'm right here," you whispered, closing the distance between you. The kiss was soft at first, the way it always started when you'd been apart. But Sana had never been one for restraint.

Her hand came up to cup your jaw, deepening the kiss as she shifted closer. You felt her smile against your lips before she pulled back just enough to murmur, "I hate sneaking around like this."

"I know." You brushed your thumb across her cheekbone. "But until our companies—"

"I know, I know." She cut you off with another kiss, this one more insistent. "Can we just... not think about that right now?"

How could you say no to that?

Sana's fingers found the hem of your shirt, slipping underneath to trace patterns on your skin. You shivered at the contact, your own hands settling on her waist. She was wearing one of her favorite oversized sweaters, soft beneath your palms.

"Sana," you breathed as her lips trailed from your mouth to your jaw, down to your neck.

"Hmm?" She hummed against your skin, and you felt the vibration all the way to your toes.

"The door—"

"Locked it," she assured you between kisses. "Everyone's out. We have time."

Time. Such a precious commodity in your world. You decided to stop overthinking and just feel.

Your hands slid up her back as she guided you down onto the bed, her body following yours. The weight of her was comforting, grounding. Her hair fell around you like a curtain, blocking out everything except her—her smile, her warmth, the way she looked at you like you were the only person in the world.

"You're beautiful," Sana whispered, her fingers working at the buttons of your shirt with surprising deftness. "Have I told you that today?"

"You texted me that at 6 AM," you laughed, helping her by shrugging out of your shirt once she'd undone the last button.

"That was hours ago. It bears repeating." She pressed a kiss to your collarbone, then lower. "Beautiful."

Your breath hitched as her hands explored, mapping territories they'd charted before but that somehow always felt new. You tugged at her sweater, and she sat up just long enough to pull it over her head, tossing it somewhere across the room.

The afternoon light painted her skin golden, and for a moment you just stared. Even now, it felt surreal—that Minatozaki Sana, the idol who graced magazine covers and sold out stadiums, was here with you like this.

"Stop looking at me like that," she said, but her blush betrayed how much she liked it.

"Like what?"

"Like you can't believe I'm real." She leaned down, her lips brushing against yours. "I'm real. And I'm yours."

The kiss that followed made your head spin. Sana had a way of making you forget everything—the secrecy, the pressure, the constant fear of discovery. In moments like this, there was only her.

Your positions shifted, rolling until you hovered over her. Her hair splayed across the pillow, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she looked up at you with dark, wanting eyes. Your fingers found the clasp of her bra, and she arched into your touch as you—

The door swung open.

"Sana-unnie, have you seen my— OH MY GOD!"

You'd never moved so fast in your life. In a blur of panic and mortification, you practically threw yourself off Sana, scrambling for the blanket to cover her as she let out a strangled yelp.

Standing in the doorway, hand still on the handle, face rapidly turning the color of a tomato, was Dahyun. Her eyes were wide as saucers, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

"I—you—the door was—I didn't—" Dahyun stammered, her gaze bouncing frantically between you, Sana, and literally anywhere else she could look. "I'M SO SORRY!"

"Dahyun!" Sana squeaked, clutching the blanket to her chest. Her face had gone from pleasure-flushed to embarrassment-red in record time.

"I was just looking for my—you know what, it doesn't matter, I don't need it, I'm going, I'm leaving, I didn't see anything!" Dahyun was backing out of the room at speed, her hands covering her eyes even though she'd already turned around. She walked straight into the doorframe, muttered a mortified "sorry" to the inanimate object, and then practically sprinted down the hallway.

The door clicked shut behind her, leaving you and Sana in stunned silence.

For a long moment, neither of you moved. Then Sana groaned, dropping her face into her hands. "Oh my god. Oh my GOD."

You sat frozen, your shirt still somewhere on the floor, trying to process what had just happened. "Did she—was the door not—"

"I LOCKED IT!" Sana insisted, her voice muffled by her palms. "I know I locked it!"

As if on cue, you both turned to look at the door. The lock button on the handle was definitely not engaged.

"You THOUGHT you locked it," you corrected weakly.

Sana let out a noise somewhere between a laugh and a whimper. "This is mortifying. I'm going to die. I'm actually going to die of embarrassment."

Despite the situation—or maybe because of it—you felt a laugh bubbling up in your chest. It started as a snort, then grew into full-blown laughter.

"This isn't funny!" Sana protested, but her lips were twitching.

"Dahyun's face—" you managed between giggles. "She looked like she'd walked in on her parents!"

"Don't make it worse!" Sana swatted your arm, but she was laughing now too, the sound bright and helpless. She flopped back against the pillows. "She's never going to look at me the same way again."

"At least it was Dahyun," you offered, finding your shirt and pulling it back on with shaky hands. "Could you imagine if it had been Jihyo?"

Sana's eyes went wide. "We'd both be dead. Jihyo would have killed us."

You handed Sana her sweater, trying not to blush as she dressed.

Sana checked her phone and groaned again. "Three messages from Dahyun. She says she's 'really, REALLY sorry' and she's going to 'stay at the café down the street for the next three hours minimum' and..." She scrolled, her cheeks darkening. "She's asking if you're 'the mystery girl from my lockscreen.'"

You buried your face in your hands.

"Hey." Sana's voice was soft. You felt the bed dip as she moved closer, her hand finding yours. "Look at me?"

When you did, her expression was gentle, affectionate despite the lingering embarrassment. "We were going to tell them eventually, right? Maybe this is just... a really awkward first step."

"You're not worried?" you asked. "About what she'll think? What the others will say?"

Sana squeezed your hand. "I'm terrified," she admitted. "But also... kind of relieved? Keeping this secret has been exhausting. And if anyone's going to accidentally find out, I'm glad it was Dahyun. She'll be mortified, but she won't judge."

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. "We should probably talk to her. Put her out of her misery."

"Definitely. But maybe..." Sana glanced at the door, then back at you with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Maybe we lock the door properly first? And put a chair under the handle? And maybe send a group text to confirm everyone's locations?"

You laughed, pulling her close for a gentle kiss. "Rain check on... earlier?"

"Big rain check," she agreed, resting her forehead against yours. "But hey, at least we won't have to wonder about the lock next time."

"Next time we're getting a deadbolt."

Her laughter was warm against your lips. Outside, somewhere in the dorm, you could hear what might have been Dahyun stress-cleaning the kitchen.

It wasn't how you'd planned to come out to TWICE, but somehow, with Sana's hand in yours and her smile lighting up her face, it felt like maybe everything would turn out okay.

Rewatched aot, and I forgot how peak Red Swan is💔

#hyomo yapps!!#aot #red swan best anime opening

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a night to remember ~ Nachaeng x reader

pairing; im nayeon x fem!reader x chaeyoung Sypnosis; nayeon teases chaeyoung by forcing her to watch her and y/n have a good time in bed. tw!; smut, puppy!chae, dom!nayeon , sub!reader, teasing, praise, slight choking a/n; thank you so much for the request, I hope this was to your liking and it met the expectations, I tried my best! (also I was awake till.. 5am trying to finish this up!) slightly/barely proofread! (im sleepy, enjoyyyy!! I tried my best!)

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Could you possibly do a one shot where gp Jihyo and reader are having s3x and Jihyo gets a bit rough. yn calls her out on it, making Jihyo more cautious and they continue making love where Jihyo tends to her softly.

If u can't write it, that's OK too! Hope youre doing ok

𓂃 ❤︎ be soft, please.

𓂃 pairings . g!p jihyo x fem!reader

𓂃 synopsis . things are going great until jihyo gets a little too carried away. you literally just have to say the word and she instantly melts into a protective, cautious sweetheart.

𓂃 warns . smut/fluff. not alot to warn! well jihyo has a cock. (duh).

𓂃 a/n: cute req<3 not a very long fic but here u go !!

Can my goated twice writers write abt sana bdsm pls 🥹

#hyomo yapps!!#sana #twice sana #lesbian #twice #need that

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BODY LANGUAGE ──── 𝓴𝓲𝓶 𝓭𝓪𝓱𝔂𝓾𝓷.

❝‘𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯’ 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺, 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺. 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤, 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤?❞

──── ( ❔ ) when your parents leave for an overnight dinner party, you expect a peaceful night alone with your older sister, momo — until she casually invites dahyun, her annoyingly calm and sarcastic best friend who somehow turns every argument into flirting, leaving you trapped in a night full of tension, teasing, and feelings you definitely don’t want to unpack.

𝓟aring. top service!sister’s best friend!kim dahyun x bossy bottom! fem reader.

𝓒ontent 𝓦arnings. age gap, brat taming, body worship, clit play, corruption, cunnilingus, degration, dirty talk hair pulling, humiliation, multiple orgasms, pet names, praise, scissoring, squirting.

𝓦ord 𝓒ount. 8,9k.

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