Dahyun is a marine biologist and Chaeyoung is an artist with a knack for sketching the waves!
(A/N: This is my first fic so apologies for the clunky formatting and/or spelling errors!)
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Dahyun has always known what she’d do with her life. from the way she would almost seem to gravitate to water on beach trips as a child to the way she was awe struck the first time she was taken to the aquarium, she knew. So it wasn’t much surprise to anyone when she moved to Jeju island right after college to pursue her studies. She found solace in watching the sun set over the shore after a long day of diving.
Chaeyoung, on the other hand, always found her way back to the ocean, no matter how hectic life became. The rhythmic ebb and flow of the tides called to her, a constant amidst the chaos in her life. It wasn’t surprising to anyone when Chaeyoung would up and disappear after a stressful evening to the sandy shores of Jeju Island.
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As of late, Chaeyoung had been struggling. She had just opened an art studio in the heart of Incheon to showcase her work, a dream she should be celebrating. Yet, to say she was stressed would be an understatement. There's only so much creative inspiration an artist can produce in such a short amount of time, and Chaeyoung felt she was falling short. From late-night drives to clear her head to picking up journaling again as her therapist had suggested three years ago (better late than never), Chaeyoung was stuck.
This explains the abruptness of her trip to Jeju Island —she needed to clear her head. Ever since she could remember, the ocean had always been her biggest muse, a source of inspiration that never failed her. It was what she needed now.
She booked a last-minute flight, the shortest route from Incheon to Jeju, and spent the hour-long journey staring out the window, her thoughts as turbulent as the clouds below.
Upon arrival, she took a taxi from the airport, the driver friendly and talkative, contrasting with her need for quiet reflection. The winding roads of Jeju, flanked by volcanic rock and lush greenery, did little to calm her mind, but the sight of the ocean in the distance began to soothe her.
The trek down to the shore from the small motel room she rented (which was less than ideal, but it would do) was tiring. She sighed in relief as she sank into the sand to rest with her sketchbook, gazing upon the ocean.
After a few minutes of rough sketching and admiring the view she had so missed, Chaeyoung's attention shifted to a woman in a wetsuit perusing the water's edge—presumably a diver of some sort.
She found herself watching the woman for a few short minutes before shifting back to the rough sketching of the lapping waves.
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Dahyun was content. She had mustered enough money to buy herself a small beach house along the shores of Jeju to aid in her ongoing studies of the tides, which meant she was rarely ever in the city anymore.
Every evening, she found herself in the waters or along the shores, admiring the glisten of the waves as the rays of the sun reflected against the cool water. Dahyun was always at peace when she was doing what she loved. However this trip to the shore was a bit different.
After a grueling day of diving—(and borderline baking in the sun)—Dahyun was worn out. She sighed as she kneeled slightly to pack away her flippers and diving mask, unzipping the legs of her wetsuit to feel the sand against her feet before trudging up the slope of sand to head home.
Only then did she notice a woman nestled among a cluster of rocks, diligently scribbling in a notebook. Her steps faltered as she debated whether to approach her. After all, she could use the socialization after leaving her friends in the city. Humming softly to herself, she decided to walk toward the woman.
"Hi," Dahyun said awkwardly as she drew near, waving her unoccupied hand.
The woman startled, quickly hiding her sketchbook as if afraid of prying eyes.
Dahyun chuckled softly. "Sorry for the scare— just saw you up here and thought you might like some company..."
The woman's eyes scanned Dahyun before she shifted slightly, relaxing a bit. "I guess company wouldn't hurt."
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After a while of conversation, Dahyun had become well-acquainted with the woman and learned her name was Chaeyoung. Chaeyoung was an up-and-coming artist who had just opened a studio in the city and was feeling the pressure of producing new work.
Dahyun observed the gears turning in Chaeyoung's mind as she sketched, sighing and huffing with frustration.
"You know," Dahyun said, her tone tinged with concern, "I'm not an expert in body language, but you definitely look stressed."
"Maybe you should call it a day and head home. I can walk you," Dahyun offered.
Chaeyoung glanced up from her work, meeting Dahyun's gaze and letting out a small sigh as she closed her sketchbook. "Yeah, maybe you're right,"
She says as she stands to her feet, her knees wobbly from how long she had been sat, needing to grasp onto dahyuns arm for some support which in turn heats her cheeks up immensely. She composes herself before heading towards the exit ramp with dahyun close behind.
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The walk was much more enjoyable than Dahyun had expected for escorting a stranger home. Perhaps it was because she hadn't had a proper social interaction in months, or maybe it was her naturally extroverted personality-but let's be honest, it was probably the first reason. Dahyun found herself laughing at Chaeyoung's comments and, to her surprise, making Chaeyoung laugh as well-a sound she was quickly growing fond of.
When they arrived at the small, dingy motel, Dahyun scrutinized the place as if assessing the risk of being mugged. Her thoughts were interrupted by Chaeyoung's frustrated grunts. "Goddammit," Chaeyoung muttered, struggling to fit the key into the lock.
Dahyun approached with a small frown. "Hey….. hey," she said, trying to draw Chaeyoungs attention away from her struggle. Chaeyoungs frustrated gaze meeting her own.
“If the lock isn’t working, you could come back to my place. It’s just a ten-minute walk from here,” Dahyun suggested, watching Chaeyoung’s reaction. She noticed the faint blush on Chaeyoung's cheeks, even in the fading light.
“Oh—yeah, sure,” Chaeyoung replied, her voice soft.
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From that point on the pair were practically inseparable. They took morning walks to the beach, with Dahyun talking Chaeyoung’s ear off about sharks—especially tiger sharks, which she had come to learn were her favorite.
“They are just so cool, Chaeng!” Dahyun exclaimed, swinging her bag of diving gear as she walked beside the shorter woman. “They can literally turn their stomachs inside out!”
Chaeyoung sighed slightly, a small smile playing on her lips. “You’re such a nerd,” she said in mock annoyance, turning her head slightly to hide the growing blush on her cheeks—a reaction that had become quite common since she met Dahyun.
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The two spent countless nights together at Dahyun's beach house, waking up early in the morning to walk to Chaeyoung’s favorite café—something that had become a cherished routine for them—just to chat for an hour or two.
“My muse has always been the ocean,” Chaeyoung mused as she sipped her iced latte, gazing out the window at the few cars passing by on the remote road. “Ever since I was a kid, I’d always find my way back here.”
She turned back to Dahyun with a slight smile. “I’m glad I found my way back this time because now I have you.”
The soft words had Dahyun turning her head to hide her blush this time.
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Months passed with the pair living together. Chaeyoung had taken a break to return to the city to check on things—a hellish experience for Dahyun—but she soon came back to the beach house, as if it were where she truly belonged.
It wasn’t surprising to either of them when they shared their first kiss. They stood together on the balcony, Dahyun’s jacket wrapped around Chaeyoung to shield her from the chilly ocean breeze as they stared out at the water. It was a perfect first kiss for both of them.
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Their relationship blossomed almost comically fast, with them saying their ‘I love yous’ only a month after their first kiss. With anyone else, Dahyun would’ve found Chaeyoung’s romantic nature corny, but with Chaeyoung, it felt perfect—as if it were meant to be.
Dahyun was broken out of her thoughtful state by Chaeyoung’s soft voice coming from the nape of her neck, where the younger girl had buried her face.
“Dahyunnie?” Chaeyoung hummed softly, tilting her head up to get the older girl's attention.
“Yeah…?” Dahyun responded curiously, bringing a hand down to swipe the stray hairs from Chaeyoung’s face.
“I think you’re my muse now.”
Dahyun’s heart stuttered at the soft words. She closed her eyes and sighed in content. There were two things she was sure of in life, the ocean, and Chaeyoung. Her Chaengie.
You had been planning this surprise for weeks, eagerly anticipating the moment when Sana would discover your new tongue piercing. With both of you swamped by your schedules—Sana with her group’s comeback and you with endless office work—the timing couldn’t have been better. The piercing had healed perfectly, and now, with a rare evening together, you were ready to reveal it.
After a long, hectic month, the two of you finally found a moment to relax and reconnect. As the night grew late, you found yourselves wrapped up in each other on the bed, the tension of the past weeks melting away.
Sana started by trailing soft, lingering kisses along your collarbone, making her way up to your jawline. Her lips were warm and gentle, igniting a familiar spark of desire within you. She reached your lips and brushed them softly before licking your bottom lip, silently asking for entrance. You parted your lips, welcoming her in.
Her tongue explored your mouth with a fervent eagerness, but then she paused, feeling the unexpected sensation of metal against her tongue. She pulled back, eyes wide with curiosity and a hint of surprise.
“When did you get this?” she asked, her fingers lightly grazing your bottom lip, where the piercing glinted.
You smiled, enjoying the mix of astonishment and excitement on her face. “I got it when we were both busy. Thought it’d be a nice surprise for you”
A mischievous smirk spread across Sana’s face. “Oh, I love it,” she purred, pulling you back into a heated kiss. Her tongue eagerly played with the piercing, each touch sending electric shivers down your spine.
As she deepened the kiss, she murmured against your lips, “I could play with this for hours. It’s so hot” you giggled at her enthusiasm, enjoying the sensation of her tongue against yours.
Her curiosity piqued, Sana leaned in to take another deep kiss, the pressure of the metal against her tongue sending shivers up her spine. She then teased the new addition with her tongue, flicking it gently. You moaned into her mouth, your body aching for her touch.
Sana pulled back just slightly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “You know, it would be even hotter if you got a piercing on your nipple,” she suggested, her tone half-teasing, half-serious.
You laughed, feeling a blush spread across your cheeks. “Oh, really? You think so?”
“Absolutely,” she whispered, her lips brushing against yours as she spoke. “But for now, I’m going to enjoy this one” she kissed you deeply again, her tongue once more exploring your mouth, focusing on the piercing with a fervor that left you breathless and wanting more.
Sana’s fingers trailed down your chest and played gently with your nipples, and you gasped lightly at the sensation, a familiar ache building between your legs. “You’ve always been so good with your hands, Sana,” you murmured. She grinned, lowering her head to lick at your collarbone, making you shiver and arch your back.
“What’s this, a compliment from the usually so stoic, baby?” her laughter was warm and inviting, and you smiled even as you felt the butterflies in your stomach, the anticipation of where the night would lead you both.
“I have to admit, the idea of a nipple piercing is... enticing,” you said, glancing down between your breasts, your chest rising and falling with deep, excited breaths.
Sana leaned in closer, her breath hot on your ear. "Do you want one, sweetheart?” she grazed her teeth gently along your earlobe, eliciting a small moan from you.
You nodded, your mind conjuring vivid images of how such a piercing might look on you, and what it might feel like in the grip of her talented fingers or her skilled, teasing tongue. “Yes,” you answered, your voice low and breathy.
“Well, then, I guess we can’t forget to add a nipple piercing to the list of things we’ll be sharing and exploring in the future,” she whispered, moving to kiss your neck, her lips and tongue trailing down to your shoulder, her fingertips still teasing your breasts.
You moaned and arched your back, feeling a growing hunger and need within you, as her hands worked their magic. The fire between the two of you crackled higher, a primal dance of touch and taste unfolding in the hazy, dim light of the room. The night continued, your giggles mingling with soft moans and the sweet, intimate sounds of lovers exploring each other’s boundaries and pleasures in perfect sync.
oh oh oh I have one cliche but I really really dreamed (sorry) of enemies to lovers kind of love story with Momo lol
Modeling Ambition
model!momo x model!fem!reader
warnings: fluff, smut, momo gets jealous from the amount of attention you get, fingering, slight edging, idk what else
a/n: first attempt on writing smut ✊ so don’t expect too much…
You sat in your apartment, scrolling through your emails when a notification from your agent caught your eye. “Paris? Miu Miu?” you murmured to yourself, opening the email. It was a proposal for a high-profile photoshoot in Paris, a dream come true for any model. Your heart raced with excitement as you read through the details.
Just as you were about to call your agent to confirm, another notification popped up. This time, it was a message from Miu Miu directly, saying that you would be working with another top model for this shoot. Your excitement was momentarily dampened by curiosity. Who would it be?
The day of the shoot arrived. You walked into the grand studio in Paris, the city’s charm palpable even inside the modern building. Photographers, makeup artists, and stylists buzzed around, preparing for the big day. Your manager walked up to you with a knowing smile. “Excited?” they asked.
“Absolutely,” you replied, trying to keep your nerves in check. “But who’s the other model?”
“Ah, they wanted to keep it a surprise,” your manager said mysteriously.
Just then, the studio doors swung open, and in walked Hirai Momo, your biggest rival in the modeling industry. You felt a mix of shock and irritation wash over you. “Of course, it had to be her,” you muttered under your breath.
Momo’s eyes widened slightly when she saw you. She sauntered over with a smirk. “Well, well, well, look who it is. Ready to be outshined?” she teased, her tone dripping with playful malice.
“Don’t get too comfortable, Momo. This is a professional setting,” you replied curtly, refusing to let her get under your skin.
The studio buzzed with activity as you and Momo were led to your respective dressing areas. You were trying to focus on the task at hand when you heard Momo’s familiar, taunting voice behind you.
“Did you miss me, Y/N?” Momo asked, her tone teasing as she leaned against the doorframe of your dressing room.
You turned to face her, keeping your expression neutral. “Not in the slightest, Momo. Shouldn’t you be getting ready for the shoot?”
Momo shrugged, her smirk never fading. “I’ve got time. Just thought I’d come by and see how you’re handling the pressure. After all, it’s not every day you get to work with someone of my caliber”
You rolled your eyes, refusing to rise to the bait. “I'm handling it just fine, thanks. Maybe you should focus on yourself”
Before Momo could retort, your manager walked in, clipboard in hand. “Y/N, it’s time to get you to hair and makeup. We need you on set in thirty minutes”
You shot Momo a final glance, your patience wearing thin. “Duty calls. Try not to get in my way, Momo”
As you walked past her, Momo chuckled softly. “Don't worry, Y/N. I’ll be right here, ready to outshine you”
Ignoring her, you followed your manager to the prep area, mentally steeling yourself for the shoot. You couldn’t let Momo’s provocations distract you from delivering your best performance.
You both posed for the camera, the tension between you palpable as you tried to ignore Momo’s smug presence beside you. The photographer, a seasoned professional, was clicking away, giving occasional directions.
“Alright, now let’s get a bit more intimate,” the photographer called out. “I want your faces close together, almost touching. Give me that intense, smoldering look”
You reluctantly leaned in, your face inches from Momo’s. Her breath mingled with yours, and you could see the mischief dancing in her eyes. You focused on maintaining your composure, not giving her the satisfaction of seeing you flustered.
“Perfect,” the photographer encouraged. “Just a little closer...”
You shifted slightly, trying to maintain balance in your high heels, but your foot slipped on the smooth studio floor. Before you knew it, your lips brushed against Momo’s in an accidental kiss. Your eyes widened in shock, and you quickly pulled away, your heart racing.
“I... I need a moment,” you stammered, turning on your heel and walking off the set. You headed straight for the makeup area, desperate for a retouch and a moment to collect yourself.
As you reapplied your lipstick, you heard footsteps approaching. You didn’t need to look up to know who it was.
“Y/N,” Momo’s voice was laced with amusement. “Was that little stumble of yours intentional? Because if it was, I have to say, it was quite convincing”
You glared at her through the mirror, your annoyance evident. “Don’t flatter yourself, Momo. It was an accident. Nothing more”
Momo leaned against the counter, her smirk infuriatingly persistent. “Sure, sure. Accidents happen, right? But it did seem like you enjoyed it a bit”
You slammed the lipstick cap back on, turning to face her. “Listen, Momo, just because we have to work together doesn’t mean I have to tolerate your nonsense. Stay out of my way”
She chuckled, clearly enjoying your frustration. “Oh, Y/N, you’re just too easy to tease. But don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone about our little moment. Your secret’s safe with me”
You huffed in exasperation, grabbing your touch-up kit and walking past her. “Just focus on the shoot, Momo. Let’s get this over with”
As you returned to the set, you could still feel Momo’s eyes on you, her teasing words echoing in your mind. You steeled yourself, determined not to let her get under your skin again.
The photoshoot resumed, and you tried to shake off the lingering irritation. Momo stood next to you, her expression annoyingly smug as the photographer adjusted the lighting. She couldn’t stop smiling at you, her gaze unwavering.
“Alright, let's go back where we left off,” the photographer instructed. “I want to see that intensity again”
You took a deep breath, positioning yourself next to Momo. She leaned in slightly, her smile never fading. You could feel the heat of her presence, and it was hard not to notice how attractive she looked in the perfectly styled outfit.
“You’re doing great, Y/N,” Momo whispered, her voice low and teasing. “Try not to fall for me again”
You shot her a withering glare. “Keep dreaming, Momo”
As the camera clicked away, Momo’s smile grew wider. “You know, you look really cute when you’re flustered,” she said softly, just loud enough for you to hear.
You clenched your jaw, trying to focus on the camera. “Just focus on the shoot”
The photographer, oblivious to the tension between you, kept giving directions. “Closer, just like that. Perfect!”
Momo’s eyes twinkled with mischief as she leaned in even closer, her lips almost brushing against your cheek. You fought to maintain your composure, your heart pounding in your chest.
After what felt like an eternity, the photographer called for a break. You stepped back, trying to catch your breath. Momo, however, seemed completely unfazed.
“Having fun yet?” she asked, her tone playful.
You rolled your eyes. “Let’s just get this done”
Momo chuckled. “Come on, Y/N, admit it. This isn’t so bad. And besides, you have to admit I’m pretty good-looking”
You sighed, crossing your arms. “You’re insufferable, you know that?”
She winked at you. “And you love it”
The photographer signaled for everyone to get back into position, and you took another deep breath, preparing yourself for the rest of the shoot. As frustrating as Momo could be, there was no denying the chemistry between you. You just hoped you could get through the day without letting her get the best of you.
As the photoshoot wrapped up, the tension between you and Momo remained palpable. The photographer gave a satisfied nod, indicating the end of the session. You breathed a sigh of relief, ready to get out of there.
Momo approached you, her usual smirk in place. “Hey, Y/N, there’s a cute little café nearby. Want to grab a coffee?”
You shot her a skeptical look. “Why would I want to do that?”
Momo leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Because if you don’t, I might just tell everyone how you ‘accidentally’ kissed me during the shoot. I’m sure the fans would love that story”
Your eyes widened, a mix of anger and panic bubbling up. “You wouldn’t”
She raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying your reaction. “Try me”
You clenched your fists, struggling to maintain your composure. “Fine. But just one coffee”
Momo’s smirk turned into a genuine smile. “Great. I’ll make sure it’s worth your while”
After wrapping up the photoshoot, you both headed to the dressing rooms to change out of your outfits. You caught glimpses of each other in the mirrors, each sneaking glances while pretending not to notice.
Once you were both dressed in more casual attire, Momo led the way to the nearby café. The rain had let up slightly, leaving the streets glistening under the soft evening lights. You walked side by side, the tension between you still palpable, but there was an undercurrent of something else – curiosity, perhaps.
Inside the café, the warm ambiance provided a stark contrast to the chilly Parisian evening. You found a cozy corner table, and Momo ordered two cappuccinos before sitting down across from you.
“So, Y/N,” Momo began, her tone playful, “how does it feel to always be second-best?”
You raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. “Funny, I was going to ask you the same thing”
Momo chuckled, leaning back in her chair. “But seriously, how did you get into modeling?”
You took a sip of your coffee, considering your response. “I was scouted at a mall when I was seventeen. It was a pretty surreal experience at first, but the thrill of the runway and the creativity of the photoshoots quickly grabbed my attention. I fell in love with my newfound career”
“Same here, actually,” Momo replied. “But I was discovered at a dance competition. I thought modeling would just be a side gig, but it quickly took over”
You nodded, feeling a strange sense of camaraderie. “Yeah, it’s funny how life takes unexpected turns. What’s been your favorite part of the job?”
Momo grinned. “Honestly, the travel. I’ve seen so many amazing places and met some incredible people. And the adrenaline rush of a live show is unbeatable”
You couldn’t help but agree. “I know what you mean. There’s nothing quite like the energy of a live audience. But I also love the artistic aspect – creating something beautiful and seeing it come to life”
Momo’s eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. “Exactly! And let’s not forget the perks. I mean, we get to wear some of the most amazing designer clothes before anyone else”
You laughed. “True, though sometimes the outfits can be a bit... out there”
Momo nodded, chuckling. “Like that one time in Milan?"
You both burst into laughter, the memory of that ridiculous ensemble breaking the ice even further.
As the conversation flowed, you found yourselves comparing your achievements, each trying to outdo the other with stories of prestigious campaigns and high-profile shows.
“I was the face of that campaign last summer,” you boasted, a playful glint in your eye.
“Oh, please,” Momo shot back. “I closed the show at Fashion Week. Top that”
You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t deny the respect you felt for her accomplishments. “Alright, I’ll give you that one. But I did have that exclusive shoot with Vogue”
Momo leaned in, a competitive fire in her eyes. “Only because I was booked for a Harper’s Bazaar cover. They couldn’t have both of us”
You laughed, shaking your head. “Guess we’re more alike than we thought”
Momo’s expression softened, and she nodded. “Yeah, I guess we are. Who knew we’d actually have so much in common?”
As the evening wore on, the initial rivalry that had defined your relationship began to fade. You found yourself genuinely enjoying Momo’s company.
The next day, the city of Paris buzzed with excitement. It was the day of the highly anticipated fashion show, and the venue was teeming with designers, models, and fashion enthusiasts from around the world. The grand hall was adorned with extravagant decorations, and the air was filled with the hum of conversations and the occasional flash of a camera.
You arrived early, dressed to impress in an elegant outfit that turned heads as you walked in. The runway, a gleaming strip of perfection, awaited the evening’s parade of haute couture. You scanned the crowd, spotting familiar faces and exchanging polite nods and smiles.
Momo entered shortly after, looking effortlessly stunning in a all denim look that accentuated her every move. She caught your eye and gave a small wave, making her way through the crowd to join you.
“Hey, Y/N,” Momo greeted, her voice warm. “Ready for the show?”
“Absolutely,” you replied, returning her smile.
As you both settled into your seats near the runway, the lights dimmed, and a hush fell over the audience. The show began with an explosion of music and light, and the first model strutted down the runway in an elaborate gown.
Throughout the show, you and Momo exchanged comments and observations, marveling at the intricate designs and the elegance of the models.
After the fashion show, you were approached by the founder of Miu Miu, who showered you with compliments on your outfit. The founder praised your poise and charisma, leaving you feeling elated and appreciated. Meanwhile, Momo, watching from a distance, couldn’t hide her envy. She quickly approached you as soon as the opportunity arose.
“Mm, looks like someone’s the star of the show today,” Momo remarked with a hint of sarcasm, trying to mask her jealousy.
You were caught off guard by Momo’s sudden approach and raised an eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Momo leaned in closer, her voice laced with a mixture of admiration and envy. “Oh, nothing. Just that you seem to have caught the founder’s eye”
You shrugged nonchalantly, though inwardly pleased by the compliment. “I guess so. It’s not a competition, you know”
It didn't take long for Momo to pull you into the restroom and slam the door behind her. As Momo pinned you against the bathroom door stall, they were locked in a fierce, possessive embrace. Her tongue invaded your mouth, dominating you in a way that both thrilled and dismayed her.
“You think just because you’ve got that pretty face, all those photographers and designers fall at your feet, don’t you?” Momo hissed between bites and licks. “But not today. I call the shots, and you’ll do as you’re told”
Your heart pounded in your chest as Momo’s hands roamed her body, deftly undressing you. The sensation of fingers brushing against your swollen nipples, grazing your stomach and then diving into your panties, elicited a needy moan from you. Your mouths remained locked in a brutal, heated kiss as Momo’s fingers sought out your wet, yearning core.
“M-momo, we’ll get caught here. We can’t do this. What are you doing?” you said, containing your moans.
“Caught? I doubt anyone will find us back here with all the commotion” Momo smirked before returning to her wicked exploration, making your hips buck involuntarily. “Besides, you’ll soon be so lost in the pleasure, that you’ll hardly care about anything else”
Your body quivered at the intensity of the sensations, your mind swimming with the mixture of excitement and fear. As Momo skillfully teased your most intimate spots.
Momo’s eyes are dark and lustful, moved in even closer to you. “Now, spread those pretty lips for me, baby. I’m going to make you writhe for me”she said. As Momo’s fingers danced with predatory precision, slick with your need, she pushed two digits deep inside you.
Your body arched in response, your breath hitching at the intensity of sensation surging through her. Momo’s tongue ran circles around your nipple, making you gasp and buck your hips. The humiliation and pleasure were a wicked, addictive combination, and you could only moan and cling to the cold porcelain of the lavatory.
“Shh. Don’t be too loud, dolly. You don’t want anyone to hear you right? Or do you want them to hear you being such a slut?” Momo asked as she covered your mouth with her hands as her fingers began to move a maddening rhythm, skillfully teasing your most sensitive flesh. Your eyes closed, as you felt the waves of ecstasy rolling through you, threatening to send you over the edge.
Just as you began to slip into the abyss, Momo pulled away, a wicked grin adorning her perfect features. “You’re not allowed to cum, not yet at least” you panted, desperate and aching for the release.
Momo leaned in close to you. She ran a finger along your lower lip, a sadistic smile gracing her features. “You’ve been the center of attention for quite some time, haven’t you, darling?” she hissed, her voice dripping with venom.
You felt your body tremble. Momo’s fingers began to work their magic, teasing and tormenting you, bringing you to the edge time and time again, only to pull away, each denial more agonizing than the last.
You couldn’t hold back any longer. “Momo, please,” you begged, “I need... I need to cum. I’ll do anything”
Momo leaned in, her lips brushing your ear as her fingers continued their rhythmic dance. “Anything? I got you, baby” she breathed, her voice seductive and dangerous.
You were panting and desperate for release, nodding in agreement. Momo’s hand trailed lower, cupping your aching mound, before she suddenly shifted the angle of her fingers, teasing your tight, slick entrance.
You let out a wailing whimper, your back arching, and body rigid with desire. “Momo... please,” you begged, unable to contain your desperation any longer.
“You look so pretty right now” she whispered in your ear as she continues to fuck your hole and tucked in a strand of your hair.
Momo continued to tease your sensitive entrance with her long, dexterous fingers, she pulled away enough to look you straight in the eye. “You wanna cum? You’re doing so good for me” she said with a mischievous grin.
Your breaths were ragged and shallow, your chest heaving. “Oh God,” you moaned.
Momo pressed her lips to yours, silencing your pleas momentarily. As she kissed you, her fingers moved with increasing fervor, your slick walls grasping at her digits hungrily. Her free hand reached out and grasped your tits, giving them a firm squeeze that sent a shockwave of sensation through your entire body.
“I want to hear you beg in my ear,” she whispered, “and scream my name when you finally give yourself over to the sweet release” with those words, her fingers curled inside you, faster and deeper, rubbing at that one, exquisite place that was bound to shatter the restraints on your orgasm.
You clenched and gasped, unable to hold back the any longer. “Momo! Ah~ please, I-I’m cumming!” Your back arched, spine rigid as hot waves of ecstasy washed over you. Momo watched you.
As your orgasm subsided, leaving you heaving in the aftermath, Momo moved in and tenderly kissed your forehead, a sly smile on her face.
“I love you, Y/N”
“I love you too, Momo”
Momo smiles. “You did well, darling,” she murmured. “Let’s get back there. Our managers are probably looking for us” Momo helped you put back your clothes and have a retouch from your smudged lipstick.
Hand in hand, you exited the restroom, leaving the lingering scents of sex and desire behind you as you made your way back.
just saw a m!reader smut with a minor idol. A MINOR. what the FUCK? are they fucked in the brain??? please, men are so fucking disgusting! to think theyre fucking sitting behind computers in their moms basement writing smut about minor idols. they need to be clocked immediately. i fucking hate men.
a/n: THRID FIRST TIME STORY HUZZAH!!! i hope you guys like this, sorry that i've been gone for like ever. i'm back for real this time- to whoever asked me that in my inbox. so, in the story, when sana asks reader for a "color," she is using the color system. that's what i'm gonna stick with for the tcu. red-stop, yellow-slow down/break, green-go ahead. this is NOT proofread, sorry for mistakes. that's it, word. anyway bye bye guys! i love you so much, thank you for being so patient🤗🤗🩷
word count: 2.5k
it’s not unusual to find sana on someone’s lap; whining pleas and apologies after misbehaving. one might even say it’s unusual to find her doing the opposite. you have to admit, you love the transparency. you delight in being able to spectate her punishments.
today is no different; jihyo is having her way with sana in the living room. nobody else seems too focused on it. they glance in that direction momentarily, but they're too preoccupied doing other things. you, however, can't get enough. you watch intently as jihyo bites down on sana's shoulder, making her ride her thigh without letting her cum.
you can tell sana likes being on display. she smirks and whines louder every time she makes eye contact with someone else in the room. you can feel shivers going down your spine and straight to your core with every sound she makes.
"y/n, love."
jihyo calls your name and you immediately sit up straight and put your hands on your lap. "relax," she laughs, "do you want to get a closer look, baby? you seem to be enjoying the show an awful lot."
you stay seating in silence, unable to force out an answer. "come here," jihyo smiles and pats down a spot next to her. you follow her command and go sit, the sudden proximity rendering you too shy to look at sana.
"you don't want to look anymore, my love?" jihyo asks, giving you a pout. sana lets out a moan as jihyo finishes her sentence. "i'm trying to have a conversation, slut. be quiet," she coos in sana's ear, pure contempt laced in her voice. she turns back to you and smiles sweetly. her duality only turns you on even more than you already are. "you don't have to be so shy, sana doesn't mind."
you nod and turn your face to sana. tears adorn her reddened face as she bites down on her bottom lip to stay quiet. jihyo pushes down on sana's hips, making her grind faster.
"jihyo, please..."
sana whimpers with a shaky voice. jihyo furrows her brows, contemplating what to do. "how about we let y/n decide?" she turns to you with a smirk. you look back at her with wide eyes. "do you think she's had enough? should i let her cum?" you don't know what to say, this is the first time something like this has happened.
"please..." sana's weak begging is enough for you to give in.
"yes."
jihyo rolls her eyes. "ugh, you're no fun, but okay." she speeds up the pace even more. "go ahead, sana."
you watch as sana instantly crumbles when she's given permission to do so. she buries her face into jihyo's neck as she rides out her orgasm. you can feel the puddle in your panties growing bigger with every whimper sana produces.
when she's calm enough, jihyo speaks up again while drawing circles on her back. "what do you say to y/n? you know she was much more generous than i was going to be," sana lifts up her head and looks at you. "thank you."
"you're welcome." you respond, almost whispering.
"sana, love, what do you say we go get you cleaned up, hm?" jihyo wipes the hair out of sana's face and helps her out of her lap. she leads her into the bathroom and shuts the door. you’re left sitting on the couch in awe of what just happened.
after a few minutes of quiet, perplexed reflection, you decide to get up and head to your room. once inside, you shut the door behind you and lay on your bed.
your underwear is still soaked. you considered asking someone to take care of that for you, but you're too embarrassed to admit that watching sana get punished turned you on so much.
you know you can't fix it yourself; you'd end up giving yourself away somehow and getting in trouble. you turn onto your stomach and bury your face into the sheets, letting out an exasperated groan.
you jump when you hear a knock at the door.
"come in!" you shout, only to realize whoever was knocking is already walking in. "what's the point of knocking if you're just gonna-" you stop your sentence dry when you fully see who it is.
it's sana.
she looks completely normal: chipper and bubbly, perfectly presentable. one would've never guessed that ten minutes ago she was sobbing on jihyo's thigh.
"hi!" she greets you while shutting the door behind her. "what are you doing all alone?" she takes a spot beside you.
"just, um, pondering..." she giggles at your answer. "pondering? what are you, a philosopher?" you roll your eyes at her and get up.
she shoots up after you and grabs your wrists, pulling you very close to her face. "you forget that you have to be respectful to me. do you want me to get nayeon? or maybe jihyo?" you look down at the floor and shake your head.
"i want a verbal response, and i want you to look at me." you lift your gaze and bite the corner of your lip before speaking. "no, please don't get them." she finally lets go of your wrists with a smile. "better."
"however, you're going to have to make it up to me."
oh no.
the seemingly innocent pout adorning her face tells you exactly what she wants.
'she really can't learn her lesson, can she?' you think to yourself as you stare at her, wondering how to approach this.
"you can't be serious," you cross your arms and shift your weight to your hip. "what do you mean?" she continues pouting as she walks closer to you, making you back up with every step.
"you know what i mean. i don't want to get in trouble..." she fake-gasps at what you're saying. "you're so dirty minded, why would you think that's what i was suggesting?" her exaggeratedly shocked expression turns into a mischievous grin as your back hits the wall.
"i mean, i guess if that's how you want to make amends..." she places one of her hands on your hip while the other tugs at your shirt. "sana, we really really shouldn't." she kisses your cheek, "i know, but i also know we both really, really want to."
your hands reach up to rest on her chest. "sana..." she giggles in your ear and you shudder, melting into her touch.
she pulls your shirt over your head and tosses it aside, she groans when she sees your bra. "ugh, why are you wearing this?" she makes quick work of removing it and throwing that aside as well.
she trails her hand up your stomach and between your tits, chuckling as you groan at her omission.
"asshole..." you whisper under your breath while she traces your collarbone with her fingers. "watch your mouth," she makes direct eye contact with you, "you never know what i might do to it."
your breath hitches in your throat and you look to the side in embarrassment. she lets out another seductive giggle before lunging at your neck with her mouth. her lips connect to your skin seamlessly, as if they belong there. you let your hands wander inside her shirt and rest at her lower back.
"do you want me to take this off for you?" she pulls back and grabs at her shirt. you desperately nod in agreement and she complies with a smile. your eyes roam her bare chest before locking with hers, nonverbally asking for permission to reach out your hands.
"can you ask properly?" she tilts her head sideways and inspects your face while waiting for your response.
"can i touch you...please?" you stutter, but you manage to get the sentence out. she smiles at you sweetly, "of course. good job, baby." you don't hesitate to reach out for her tits now that you have permission. your boldness earns a slight moan from her and you smirk.
she presses her body against yours while you continue playing with her breasts; gently squeezing each one and rolling her nipples between your thumb and index finger.
she connects her lips to yours in a rough, breathy kiss. her tongue pushes its way inside your mouth and you gladly welcome it, taking one of your hands away from her tit to wrap around her neck. when you do so, her breast brushes against your own, making you whimper at the sudden sensation.
"that feel good?" she asks in a deliciously sultry voice, not waiting for your answer before pulling your other hand away and colliding her full chest into yours.
"fuck!" you cry out before slapping a hand over your mouth. sana continues rubbing herself on you as she reprimands you, "shh, if you can't be quiet, i'm afraid we're gonna have to stop."
"no! no, please. i'll be quiet," you grab onto her shoulder to hold her in place. "someone's desperate," she separates herself from you and you whine at the loss of friction. your sulking is brief however, as the sight of her letting her shorts and panties fall to the ground completely captivates you.
"you like what you see?" she giggles as she walks closer to you and gives you a kiss, "i'll let you have a closer look later, it's my turn first," she plants another quick kiss on your lips before dropping to her knees. you can immediately feel your core aching for her, any part of her. she hooks her fingers on the hem of your shorts and pulls them down, tossing them aside when you step out of them.
"color?" she asks, looking up at you with those irresistible brown eyes. "green," you entangle your hands in her hair.
that's all she needs to hear before springing into action. she lets her hands explore the back of your thighs while her mouth focuses on the front. she's not going to give you exactly what you want just yet, but she can definitely tell by the wet spot growing on your underwear. "hmm, sana..." you whine her name, ushering her to cut to the chase.
"patience," she says, hovering her mouth over your pussy. you can feel her breath through the fabric and it sends a jolt down your legs. she finally leans in, giving your core a kiss that almost makes your knees give out.
"don't fall, that would ruin the fun," her laughing against you only makes your knees weaker. "sana, please, i need you so bad. no more teasing," you moan out, hoping that your begging is good enough for her to give in.
"fine, only because you asked so nicely, pretty girl," she practically rips your panties off and taps on the inside of your thigh for you to open wider. you comply instantly, eliciting an amused scoff from her. "nayeon would call you a needy slut for following directions so quickly," you can't help but slightly moan at the thought of nayeon saying that to you.
"anyway, you can try her out some other time. i want you focused on me right now," you look down at her and nod, impatiently awaiting her next move. she gives you a smile before burying her face between your thighs.
your hips immediately buck forward and one of your hands flies to your mouth to cover the screams threatening to spill out of you. sana's chuckling against you makes your state worse. her mouth expertly navigates your folds; alternating between using the tip of her tongue to circle your clit and enclosing her lips around it.
"sana, feels good...don't stop," you whisper through choked whines and cries. you feel her tongue slip inside you and bite down on your hand to keep quiet. you feel like you're going to lose balance and fall on her, she's so fucking good at this.
she runs her tongue flat along your slit and stops at your clit to flick it, causing your hips to jerk backward and your back to arch. you feel as though you're about to explode; you can tell you're dangerously close to your peak and you don't think you can hold off much longer.
"sana, i'm gonna-" she interrupts you, "i know, go ahead."
she quickly goes back to what she was previously doing and within seconds, you feel the floodgates open and your release comes with a long, suppressed whine. your legs make good on their long-standing promise to give out on you, but sana holds you up with one of her arms. she doesn't stop until your moaning subsides and she's sure you're fully done.
she stands up, her arm still hooked around you so you don't fall. she uses her fingers to wipe away the fluid still on her chin before taking them into her mouth.
"hm, you taste really good," she kisses you slowly, letting you savor whatever is left. you're so caught up in the feeling of her lips on yours that you don't notice the hand trailing down your body until it taps on your clit and you jolt.
"aw, caught you by surprise?" she teases, starting to rub small circles on your aching bud.
"sana..." you whimper and hold onto her shoulders, letting your head fall back against the wall. she speeds up as she speaks, "what's wrong? do you want me to stop?"
"no! please, please don't stop." she grins and connects your lips, attempting to keep you quiet as she applies more pressure and increases her speed. your hips involuntarily try jerking away from her touch due to the overwhelming sensation, but she chases them with her hand.
"color?" she mutters, slowing down a bit until you answer. "green! green," she comes to a complete stop and you whine out in frustration, but it quickly turns into a moan when she pushes two fingers inside of you.
"does that feel good?" she waits for your feedback before she starts moving. "yes, oh my god, yes." she kisses your forehead before slowly pumping her fingers in and out of you.
sana brings her lips to your neck, leaving sloppy kisses all over it. "too bad i can't mark you, i bet you'd look so pretty," she moves lower, latching her lips onto your nipple and making you cry out. it doesn't take long for you to turn into the same weak, whimpering mess as before.
the pace of her fingers quickens, curling as they roughly hit your walls over and over. you think you might just pass out from everything you're feeling. her mouth leaving wet spots all over your chest combined with the sinful speed of her fingers is enough to send you over the edge without any warning.
thankfully, she moves her lips over yours before the scream at your throat can escape. she keeps the same speed, whispering praises into your mouth as she helps you ride out your orgasm.
"good girl, you're doing so so well, there you go."
she slowly removes her fingers, making sure you're watching as she takes them into her mouth and licks them clean. her other arm is still securely holding you up as you're coming back to your senses.
"are you up for that closer look i promised you earlier?"
a/n: THRID FIRST TIME STORY HUZZAH!!! i hope you guys like this, sorry that i've been gone for like ever. i'm back for real this time- to whoever asked me that in my inbox. so, in the story, when sana asks reader for a "color," she is using the color system. that's what i'm gonna stick with for the tcu. red-stop, yellow-slow down/break, green-go ahead. this is NOT proofread, sorry for mistakes. that's it, word. anyway bye bye guys! i love you so much, thank you for being so patient🤗🤗🩷
word count: 2.5k
it’s not unusual to find sana on someone’s lap; whining pleas and apologies after misbehaving. one might even say it’s unusual to find her doing the opposite. you have to admit, you love the transparency. you delight in being able to spectate her punishments.
today is no different; jihyo is having her way with sana in the living room. nobody else seems too focused on it. they glance in that direction momentarily, but they're too preoccupied doing other things. you, however, can't get enough. you watch intently as jihyo bites down on sana's shoulder, making her ride her thigh without letting her cum.
you can tell sana likes being on display. she smirks and whines louder every time she makes eye contact with someone else in the room. you can feel shivers going down your spine and straight to your core with every sound she makes.
"y/n, love."
jihyo calls your name and you immediately sit up straight and put your hands on your lap. "relax," she laughs, "do you want to get a closer look, baby? you seem to be enjoying the show an awful lot."
you stay seating in silence, unable to force out an answer. "come here," jihyo smiles and pats down a spot next to her. you follow her command and go sit, the sudden proximity rendering you too shy to look at sana.
"you don't want to look anymore, my love?" jihyo asks, giving you a pout. sana lets out a moan as jihyo finishes her sentence. "i'm trying to have a conversation, slut. be quiet," she coos in sana's ear, pure contempt laced in her voice. she turns back to you and smiles sweetly. her duality only turns you on even more than you already are. "you don't have to be so shy, sana doesn't mind."
you nod and turn your face to sana. tears adorn her reddened face as she bites down on her bottom lip to stay quiet. jihyo pushes down on sana's hips, making her grind faster.
"jihyo, please..."
sana whimpers with a shaky voice. jihyo furrows her brows, contemplating what to do. "how about we let y/n decide?" she turns to you with a smirk. you look back at her with wide eyes. "do you think she's had enough? should i let her cum?" you don't know what to say, this is the first time something like this has happened.
"please..." sana's weak begging is enough for you to give in.
"yes."
jihyo rolls her eyes. "ugh, you're no fun, but okay." she speeds up the pace even more. "go ahead, sana."
you watch as sana instantly crumbles when she's given permission to do so. she buries her face into jihyo's neck as she rides out her orgasm. you can feel the puddle in your panties growing bigger with every whimper sana produces.
when she's calm enough, jihyo speaks up again while drawing circles on her back. "what do you say to y/n? you know she was much more generous than i was going to be," sana lifts up her head and looks at you. "thank you."
"you're welcome." you respond, almost whispering.
"sana, love, what do you say we go get you cleaned up, hm?" jihyo wipes the hair out of sana's face and helps her out of her lap. she leads her into the bathroom and shuts the door. you’re left sitting on the couch in awe of what just happened.
after a few minutes of quiet, perplexed reflection, you decide to get up and head to your room. once inside, you shut the door behind you and lay on your bed.
your underwear is still soaked. you considered asking someone to take care of that for you, but you're too embarrassed to admit that watching sana get punished turned you on so much.
you know you can't fix it yourself; you'd end up giving yourself away somehow and getting in trouble. you turn onto your stomach and bury your face into the sheets, letting out an exasperated groan.
you jump when you hear a knock at the door.
"come in!" you shout, only to realize whoever was knocking is already walking in. "what's the point of knocking if you're just gonna-" you stop your sentence dry when you fully see who it is.
it's sana.
she looks completely normal: chipper and bubbly, perfectly presentable. one would've never guessed that ten minutes ago she was sobbing on jihyo's thigh.
"hi!" she greets you while shutting the door behind her. "what are you doing all alone?" she takes a spot beside you.
"just, um, pondering..." she giggles at your answer. "pondering? what are you, a philosopher?" you roll your eyes at her and get up.
she shoots up after you and grabs your wrists, pulling you very close to her face. "you forget that you have to be respectful to me. do you want me to get nayeon? or maybe jihyo?" you look down at the floor and shake your head.
"i want a verbal response, and i want you to look at me." you lift your gaze and bite the corner of your lip before speaking. "no, please don't get them." she finally lets go of your wrists with a smile. "better."
"however, you're going to have to make it up to me."
oh no.
the seemingly innocent pout adorning her face tells you exactly what she wants.
'she really can't learn her lesson, can she?' you think to yourself as you stare at her, wondering how to approach this.
"you can't be serious," you cross your arms and shift your weight to your hip. "what do you mean?" she continues pouting as she walks closer to you, making you back up with every step.
"you know what i mean. i don't want to get in trouble..." she fake-gasps at what you're saying. "you're so dirty minded, why would you think that's what i was suggesting?" her exaggeratedly shocked expression turns into a mischievous grin as your back hits the wall.
"i mean, i guess if that's how you want to make amends..." she places one of her hands on your hip while the other tugs at your shirt. "sana, we really really shouldn't." she kisses your cheek, "i know, but i also know we both really, really want to."
your hands reach up to rest on her chest. "sana..." she giggles in your ear and you shudder, melting into her touch.
she pulls your shirt over your head and tosses it aside, she groans when she sees your bra. "ugh, why are you wearing this?" she makes quick work of removing it and throwing that aside as well.
she trails her hand up your stomach and between your tits, chuckling as you groan at her omission.
"asshole..." you whisper under your breath while she traces your collarbone with her fingers. "watch your mouth," she makes direct eye contact with you, "you never know what i might do to it."
your breath hitches in your throat and you look to the side in embarrassment. she lets out another seductive giggle before lunging at your neck with her mouth. her lips connect to your skin seamlessly, as if they belong there. you let your hands wander inside her shirt and rest at her lower back.
"do you want me to take this off for you?" she pulls back and grabs at her shirt. you desperately nod in agreement and she complies with a smile. your eyes roam her bare chest before locking with hers, nonverbally asking for permission to reach out your hands.
"can you ask properly?" she tilts her head sideways and inspects your face while waiting for your response.
"can i touch you...please?" you stutter, but you manage to get the sentence out. she smiles at you sweetly, "of course. good job, baby." you don't hesitate to reach out for her tits now that you have permission. your boldness earns a slight moan from her and you smirk.
she presses her body against yours while you continue playing with her breasts; gently squeezing each one and rolling her nipples between your thumb and index finger.
she connects her lips to yours in a rough, breathy kiss. her tongue pushes its way inside your mouth and you gladly welcome it, taking one of your hands away from her tit to wrap around her neck. when you do so, her breast brushes against your own, making you whimper at the sudden sensation.
"that feel good?" she asks in a deliciously sultry voice, not waiting for your answer before pulling your other hand away and colliding her full chest into yours.
"fuck!" you cry out before slapping a hand over your mouth. sana continues rubbing herself on you as she reprimands you, "shh, if you can't be quiet, i'm afraid we're gonna have to stop."
"no! no, please. i'll be quiet," you grab onto her shoulder to hold her in place. "someone's desperate," she separates herself from you and you whine at the loss of friction. your sulking is brief however, as the sight of her letting her shorts and panties fall to the ground completely captivates you.
"you like what you see?" she giggles as she walks closer to you and gives you a kiss, "i'll let you have a closer look later, it's my turn first," she plants another quick kiss on your lips before dropping to her knees. you can immediately feel your core aching for her, any part of her. she hooks her fingers on the hem of your shorts and pulls them down, tossing them aside when you step out of them.
"color?" she asks, looking up at you with those irresistible brown eyes. "green," you entangle your hands in her hair.
that's all she needs to hear before springing into action. she lets her hands explore the back of your thighs while her mouth focuses on the front. she's not going to give you exactly what you want just yet, but she can definitely tell by the wet spot growing on your underwear. "hmm, sana..." you whine her name, ushering her to cut to the chase.
"patience," she says, hovering her mouth over your pussy. you can feel her breath through the fabric and it sends a jolt down your legs. she finally leans in, giving your core a kiss that almost makes your knees give out.
"don't fall, that would ruin the fun," her laughing against you only makes your knees weaker. "sana, please, i need you so bad. no more teasing," you moan out, hoping that your begging is good enough for her to give in.
"fine, only because you asked so nicely, pretty girl," she practically rips your panties off and taps on the inside of your thigh for you to open wider. you comply instantly, eliciting an amused scoff from her. "nayeon would call you a needy slut for following directions so quickly," you can't help but slightly moan at the thought of nayeon saying that to you.
"anyway, you can try her out some other time. i want you focused on me right now," you look down at her and nod, impatiently awaiting her next move. she gives you a smile before burying her face between your thighs.
your hips immediately buck forward and one of your hands flies to your mouth to cover the screams threatening to spill out of you. sana's chuckling against you makes your state worse. her mouth expertly navigates your folds; alternating between using the tip of her tongue to circle your clit and enclosing her lips around it.
"sana, feels good...don't stop," you whisper through choked whines and cries. you feel her tongue slip inside you and bite down on your hand to keep quiet. you feel like you're going to lose balance and fall on her, she's so fucking good at this.
she runs her tongue flat along your slit and stops at your clit to flick it, causing your hips to jerk backward and your back to arch. you feel as though you're about to explode; you can tell you're dangerously close to your peak and you don't think you can hold off much longer.
"sana, i'm gonna-" she interrupts you, "i know, go ahead."
she quickly goes back to what she was previously doing and within seconds, you feel the floodgates open and your release comes with a long, suppressed whine. your legs make good on their long-standing promise to give out on you, but sana holds you up with one of her arms. she doesn't stop until your moaning subsides and she's sure you're fully done.
she stands up, her arm still hooked around you so you don't fall. she uses her fingers to wipe away the fluid still on her chin before taking them into her mouth.
"hm, you taste really good," she kisses you slowly, letting you savor whatever is left. you're so caught up in the feeling of her lips on yours that you don't notice the hand trailing down your body until it taps on your clit and you jolt.
"aw, caught you by surprise?" she teases, starting to rub small circles on your aching bud.
"sana..." you whimper and hold onto her shoulders, letting your head fall back against the wall. she speeds up as she speaks, "what's wrong? do you want me to stop?"
"no! please, please don't stop." she grins and connects your lips, attempting to keep you quiet as she applies more pressure and increases her speed. your hips involuntarily try jerking away from her touch due to the overwhelming sensation, but she chases them with her hand.
"color?" she mutters, slowing down a bit until you answer. "green! green," she comes to a complete stop and you whine out in frustration, but it quickly turns into a moan when she pushes two fingers inside of you.
"does that feel good?" she waits for your feedback before she starts moving. "yes, oh my god, yes." she kisses your forehead before slowly pumping her fingers in and out of you.
sana brings her lips to your neck, leaving sloppy kisses all over it. "too bad i can't mark you, i bet you'd look so pretty," she moves lower, latching her lips onto your nipple and making you cry out. it doesn't take long for you to turn into the same weak, whimpering mess as before.
the pace of her fingers quickens, curling as they roughly hit your walls over and over. you think you might just pass out from everything you're feeling. her mouth leaving wet spots all over your chest combined with the sinful speed of her fingers is enough to send you over the edge without any warning.
thankfully, she moves her lips over yours before the scream at your throat can escape. she keeps the same speed, whispering praises into your mouth as she helps you ride out your orgasm.
"good girl, you're doing so so well, there you go."
she slowly removes her fingers, making sure you're watching as she takes them into her mouth and licks them clean. her other arm is still securely holding you up as you're coming back to your senses.
"are you up for that closer look i promised you earlier?"
a/n: THRID FIRST TIME STORY HUZZAH!!! i hope you guys like this, sorry that i've been gone for like ever. i'm back for real this time- to whoever asked me that in my inbox. so, in the story, when sana asks reader for a "color," she is using the color system. that's what i'm gonna stick with for the tcu. red-stop, yellow-slow down/break, green-go ahead. this is NOT proofread, sorry for mistakes. that's it, word. anyway bye bye guys! i love you so much, thank you for being so patient🤗🤗🩷
word count: 2.5k
it’s not unusual to find sana on someone’s lap; whining pleas and apologies after misbehaving. one might even say it’s unusual to find her doing the opposite. you have to admit, you love the transparency. you delight in being able to spectate her punishments.
today is no different; jihyo is having her way with sana in the living room. nobody else seems too focused on it. they glance in that direction momentarily, but they're too preoccupied doing other things. you, however, can't get enough. you watch intently as jihyo bites down on sana's shoulder, making her ride her thigh without letting her cum.
you can tell sana likes being on display. she smirks and whines louder every time she makes eye contact with someone else in the room. you can feel shivers going down your spine and straight to your core with every sound she makes.
"y/n, love."
jihyo calls your name and you immediately sit up straight and put your hands on your lap. "relax," she laughs, "do you want to get a closer look, baby? you seem to be enjoying the show an awful lot."
you stay seating in silence, unable to force out an answer. "come here," jihyo smiles and pats down a spot next to her. you follow her command and go sit, the sudden proximity rendering you too shy to look at sana.
"you don't want to look anymore, my love?" jihyo asks, giving you a pout. sana lets out a moan as jihyo finishes her sentence. "i'm trying to have a conversation, slut. be quiet," she coos in sana's ear, pure contempt laced in her voice. she turns back to you and smiles sweetly. her duality only turns you on even more than you already are. "you don't have to be so shy, sana doesn't mind."
you nod and turn your face to sana. tears adorn her reddened face as she bites down on her bottom lip to stay quiet. jihyo pushes down on sana's hips, making her grind faster.
"jihyo, please..."
sana whimpers with a shaky voice. jihyo furrows her brows, contemplating what to do. "how about we let y/n decide?" she turns to you with a smirk. you look back at her with wide eyes. "do you think she's had enough? should i let her cum?" you don't know what to say, this is the first time something like this has happened.
"please..." sana's weak begging is enough for you to give in.
"yes."
jihyo rolls her eyes. "ugh, you're no fun, but okay." she speeds up the pace even more. "go ahead, sana."
you watch as sana instantly crumbles when she's given permission to do so. she buries her face into jihyo's neck as she rides out her orgasm. you can feel the puddle in your panties growing bigger with every whimper sana produces.
when she's calm enough, jihyo speaks up again while drawing circles on her back. "what do you say to y/n? you know she was much more generous than i was going to be," sana lifts up her head and looks at you. "thank you."
"you're welcome." you respond, almost whispering.
"sana, love, what do you say we go get you cleaned up, hm?" jihyo wipes the hair out of sana's face and helps her out of her lap. she leads her into the bathroom and shuts the door. you’re left sitting on the couch in awe of what just happened.
after a few minutes of quiet, perplexed reflection, you decide to get up and head to your room. once inside, you shut the door behind you and lay on your bed.
your underwear is still soaked. you considered asking someone to take care of that for you, but you're too embarrassed to admit that watching sana get punished turned you on so much.
you know you can't fix it yourself; you'd end up giving yourself away somehow and getting in trouble. you turn onto your stomach and bury your face into the sheets, letting out an exasperated groan.
you jump when you hear a knock at the door.
"come in!" you shout, only to realize whoever was knocking is already walking in. "what's the point of knocking if you're just gonna-" you stop your sentence dry when you fully see who it is.
it's sana.
she looks completely normal: chipper and bubbly, perfectly presentable. one would've never guessed that ten minutes ago she was sobbing on jihyo's thigh.
"hi!" she greets you while shutting the door behind her. "what are you doing all alone?" she takes a spot beside you.
"just, um, pondering..." she giggles at your answer. "pondering? what are you, a philosopher?" you roll your eyes at her and get up.
she shoots up after you and grabs your wrists, pulling you very close to her face. "you forget that you have to be respectful to me. do you want me to get nayeon? or maybe jihyo?" you look down at the floor and shake your head.
"i want a verbal response, and i want you to look at me." you lift your gaze and bite the corner of your lip before speaking. "no, please don't get them." she finally lets go of your wrists with a smile. "better."
"however, you're going to have to make it up to me."
oh no.
the seemingly innocent pout adorning her face tells you exactly what she wants.
'she really can't learn her lesson, can she?' you think to yourself as you stare at her, wondering how to approach this.
"you can't be serious," you cross your arms and shift your weight to your hip. "what do you mean?" she continues pouting as she walks closer to you, making you back up with every step.
"you know what i mean. i don't want to get in trouble..." she fake-gasps at what you're saying. "you're so dirty minded, why would you think that's what i was suggesting?" her exaggeratedly shocked expression turns into a mischievous grin as your back hits the wall.
"i mean, i guess if that's how you want to make amends..." she places one of her hands on your hip while the other tugs at your shirt. "sana, we really really shouldn't." she kisses your cheek, "i know, but i also know we both really, really want to."
your hands reach up to rest on her chest. "sana..." she giggles in your ear and you shudder, melting into her touch.
she pulls your shirt over your head and tosses it aside, she groans when she sees your bra. "ugh, why are you wearing this?" she makes quick work of removing it and throwing that aside as well.
she trails her hand up your stomach and between your tits, chuckling as you groan at her omission.
"asshole..." you whisper under your breath while she traces your collarbone with her fingers. "watch your mouth," she makes direct eye contact with you, "you never know what i might do to it."
your breath hitches in your throat and you look to the side in embarrassment. she lets out another seductive giggle before lunging at your neck with her mouth. her lips connect to your skin seamlessly, as if they belong there. you let your hands wander inside her shirt and rest at her lower back.
"do you want me to take this off for you?" she pulls back and grabs at her shirt. you desperately nod in agreement and she complies with a smile. your eyes roam her bare chest before locking with hers, nonverbally asking for permission to reach out your hands.
"can you ask properly?" she tilts her head sideways and inspects your face while waiting for your response.
"can i touch you...please?" you stutter, but you manage to get the sentence out. she smiles at you sweetly, "of course. good job, baby." you don't hesitate to reach out for her tits now that you have permission. your boldness earns a slight moan from her and you smirk.
she presses her body against yours while you continue playing with her breasts; gently squeezing each one and rolling her nipples between your thumb and index finger.
she connects her lips to yours in a rough, breathy kiss. her tongue pushes its way inside your mouth and you gladly welcome it, taking one of your hands away from her tit to wrap around her neck. when you do so, her breast brushes against your own, making you whimper at the sudden sensation.
"that feel good?" she asks in a deliciously sultry voice, not waiting for your answer before pulling your other hand away and colliding her full chest into yours.
"fuck!" you cry out before slapping a hand over your mouth. sana continues rubbing herself on you as she reprimands you, "shh, if you can't be quiet, i'm afraid we're gonna have to stop."
"no! no, please. i'll be quiet," you grab onto her shoulder to hold her in place. "someone's desperate," she separates herself from you and you whine at the loss of friction. your sulking is brief however, as the sight of her letting her shorts and panties fall to the ground completely captivates you.
"you like what you see?" she giggles as she walks closer to you and gives you a kiss, "i'll let you have a closer look later, it's my turn first," she plants another quick kiss on your lips before dropping to her knees. you can immediately feel your core aching for her, any part of her. she hooks her fingers on the hem of your shorts and pulls them down, tossing them aside when you step out of them.
"color?" she asks, looking up at you with those irresistible brown eyes. "green," you entangle your hands in her hair.
that's all she needs to hear before springing into action. she lets her hands explore the back of your thighs while her mouth focuses on the front. she's not going to give you exactly what you want just yet, but she can definitely tell by the wet spot growing on your underwear. "hmm, sana..." you whine her name, ushering her to cut to the chase.
"patience," she says, hovering her mouth over your pussy. you can feel her breath through the fabric and it sends a jolt down your legs. she finally leans in, giving your core a kiss that almost makes your knees give out.
"don't fall, that would ruin the fun," her laughing against you only makes your knees weaker. "sana, please, i need you so bad. no more teasing," you moan out, hoping that your begging is good enough for her to give in.
"fine, only because you asked so nicely, pretty girl," she practically rips your panties off and taps on the inside of your thigh for you to open wider. you comply instantly, eliciting an amused scoff from her. "nayeon would call you a needy slut for following directions so quickly," you can't help but slightly moan at the thought of nayeon saying that to you.
"anyway, you can try her out some other time. i want you focused on me right now," you look down at her and nod, impatiently awaiting her next move. she gives you a smile before burying her face between your thighs.
your hips immediately buck forward and one of your hands flies to your mouth to cover the screams threatening to spill out of you. sana's chuckling against you makes your state worse. her mouth expertly navigates your folds; alternating between using the tip of her tongue to circle your clit and enclosing her lips around it.
"sana, feels good...don't stop," you whisper through choked whines and cries. you feel her tongue slip inside you and bite down on your hand to keep quiet. you feel like you're going to lose balance and fall on her, she's so fucking good at this.
she runs her tongue flat along your slit and stops at your clit to flick it, causing your hips to jerk backward and your back to arch. you feel as though you're about to explode; you can tell you're dangerously close to your peak and you don't think you can hold off much longer.
"sana, i'm gonna-" she interrupts you, "i know, go ahead."
she quickly goes back to what she was previously doing and within seconds, you feel the floodgates open and your release comes with a long, suppressed whine. your legs make good on their long-standing promise to give out on you, but sana holds you up with one of her arms. she doesn't stop until your moaning subsides and she's sure you're fully done.
she stands up, her arm still hooked around you so you don't fall. she uses her fingers to wipe away the fluid still on her chin before taking them into her mouth.
"hm, you taste really good," she kisses you slowly, letting you savor whatever is left. you're so caught up in the feeling of her lips on yours that you don't notice the hand trailing down your body until it taps on your clit and you jolt.
"aw, caught you by surprise?" she teases, starting to rub small circles on your aching bud.
"sana..." you whimper and hold onto her shoulders, letting your head fall back against the wall. she speeds up as she speaks, "what's wrong? do you want me to stop?"
"no! please, please don't stop." she grins and connects your lips, attempting to keep you quiet as she applies more pressure and increases her speed. your hips involuntarily try jerking away from her touch due to the overwhelming sensation, but she chases them with her hand.
"color?" she mutters, slowing down a bit until you answer. "green! green," she comes to a complete stop and you whine out in frustration, but it quickly turns into a moan when she pushes two fingers inside of you.
"does that feel good?" she waits for your feedback before she starts moving. "yes, oh my god, yes." she kisses your forehead before slowly pumping her fingers in and out of you.
sana brings her lips to your neck, leaving sloppy kisses all over it. "too bad i can't mark you, i bet you'd look so pretty," she moves lower, latching her lips onto your nipple and making you cry out. it doesn't take long for you to turn into the same weak, whimpering mess as before.
the pace of her fingers quickens, curling as they roughly hit your walls over and over. you think you might just pass out from everything you're feeling. her mouth leaving wet spots all over your chest combined with the sinful speed of her fingers is enough to send you over the edge without any warning.
thankfully, she moves her lips over yours before the scream at your throat can escape. she keeps the same speed, whispering praises into your mouth as she helps you ride out your orgasm.
"good girl, you're doing so so well, there you go."
she slowly removes her fingers, making sure you're watching as she takes them into her mouth and licks them clean. her other arm is still securely holding you up as you're coming back to your senses.
"are you up for that closer look i promised you earlier?"
feeling sick saiidahyunie was someone i fucking idolized 😭 the stress of wanting ti put fics out is so real, but stealing another persons work? with all the time it took to change the names and sentences she could’ve just written her own !! and blatantly admitting shes a hypocrite? like wtf is that going to do? idk. twice tumblr is in shambles rn 💔💔
oh sorry I thought I had linked it in the previous ask! this is the fic:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/55072096
so sorry this happened, please tell us how we can help 🫂🙏🙏
thank you for this!! i looked for it after you warned me and ended up finding it. they had a caard linked to their profile with their tumblr, twitter, and email account so i’ve messaged them asking them to take it down and if they don’t i’ll take further action 🙏🙏 thank you sm for telling me 💗
