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indulge you, indulge her (omega!reader x alpha!nayeon)

[apologies for the awkward screenshots of requests as i take the last few asks from my old inbox LOL]

CW: g!p abo smut, kinda fluffy tbh

word count: ~1700

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대학교에서는 한국어 배우고 있어요?

네 :) 한국계 미국인을 위한 수업이에요

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moving my blog

hiya! maybe this is a bad time to do this....probably should’ve thought of this sooner but might as well while i still feel like i have a relatively active following base!

i will be moving my blog to the same url, seollenda.tumblr.com, and renaming this blog seollenda-moved.tumblr.com and redirecting links to the new one. starting this as a side blog has been kind of a headache and i think it’ll be worth the work LOL

it may take some time to get everything ironed out--please be patient with me :) in the meanwhile, i will be 

- reblogging previously posted fics to the new acct

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[lisanamjoon]

WHEEIN | MAKE ME HAPPY | 2022 ♡

~ track video version ♡

[ryudaeng]

yeji x midzy japan

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한국 사람이에요? 아니면 한국말만 하세요?

한국계 미국인이에요! 한국에서 태어났지만 어렸을 때 미국으로 이사했어요.

apologies if my korean is not great because i have only started studying it formally very recently, but yes i am korean and was raised in a korean household :)

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Hii I hope you're doing well, could you read a smut with dom mina and sub reader where mina gets jealous of another idol flirting with the reader, ending with some fluff if possible.

our poor minari...she just wants to know she's loved.

the surest thing (idol!reader x mina)

CW: smut; dom/sub, mild spanking, toys, edging

word count: ~1900

you’d always been the sweetest–your reputation meant that if anyone wanted to get to know twice as a group, you were usually the “in”.

so when the leader of an up and coming girl group came up to you after a music show and showered endless compliments and friendliness on you, it seemed just to be another case of wanting to befriend you. and who didn’t like making friends?

“no, it was amazing to finally see you on the stage in person–i’d heard so many good things,” you said. the other idol casually took your hand, her beaming smile earnest.

“thanks, unnie.”

the brave term of endearment caused your cheeks to heat just a bit. you opened your mouth to wave off her gratitude when the girl’s gaze moved past your shoulder. her eyes widened slightly, and she stepped backward an inch, dropping your hand.

you turned to see mina walking down the hall towards the two of you.

her eyes lifted from observing your interactions, a graceful, if slightly cold smile on her features. you thought nothing of it–she had always been a bit shy and reserved, and meeting the face of such a new hot group was probably a bit socially overwhelming as well.

“mina!” you greeted her cheerily, and introduced the two to each other. mina drew up next to you, a hand wrapping around your waist. she pulled you into her side in an unusually brave show of possessiveness.

the new idol had noticed. the tips of her ears went pink.

“hello, mina sunbaenim,” she said, bobbing her head in a quick bow. “i was just telling y/n-nim about how much we enjoyed your comeback stage tonight…”

“thank you,” mina acknowledged her praise rather dismissively. a prickle of irritation poked at you now. shyness was one thing, but she was being a bit rude now, wasn’t she?

“y/n, we’re just set to leave,” mina said, glancing at you. her eyes barely concealed her tense displeasure. “you should go get changed.”

“oh, alright,” you said, gathering some cheer again. the hoobae looked a tad dejected. you wrapped your arms around the idol. “it was so nice meeting you!”

the girl had barely returned the farewell before mina had dragged you back down the hall to the dressing room.

she shut the door firmly and whirled around to face you.

“what was that?”

the few other members sitting around sleepily hadn’t paid you much mind, but now the heated, albeit whispered, tone of her voice drew dahyun and momo’s attention, being nearest to your conversation.

“yeah, what was that? why were you being so rude to her?” you shot back accusingly. rather than the regretful introspection that you’d expected, her cheeks flushed in greater irritation.

“as if you didn’t know what you were doing, flirting with a new pretty girl.”

dahyun’s eyes widened and she promptly towed momo with her to the opposite side of the room.

“flirting?!” you sputtered in disbelief. “she just wanted to be friends, at least until you scared her away.”

“she knew what she was doing, too, letting go of you when she saw me,” mina muttered, her hands loosening from their tense fists.

“when she saw you? what are you talking about, mina?”

she opened her mouth but promptly shut it again, her stormy eyes signaling a very clear we’ll talk about this later.

—

you’d rehearsed a very measured and mature way of breaching the topic for the whole silent drive home.

you unlocked the door and stepped into your shared flat first, turning to shuck off your coat and hang it by the door.

but mina seemed to have different plans. she stepped into you, pinning you against the wall. her eyes glinted in a manner which immediately made your breath hitch.

“mina–”

“they might not know that you’re mine, but you should.” her angry gaze bore into you. “isn’t that right, kitten?”

you hadn’t expected all of it to become this, but you couldn’t say you weren’t excited about it.

“o-of course.”

“i think you were asking for a little reminder,” she ran a thumb over your lip, pausing just for a moment. “colors?”

“green,” you breathed. a slow, devious grin spread over her face.

“go to the bedroom and get undressed.”

—

you weren’t quite sure which definition of undressed she had been looking for. you ventured to remove all your clothing–the undergarments from a performance day weren’t particularly fancy or flattering.

mina hadn’t bothered changing her own clothes either–her usual outfit departing a music show was comfortable sweats; today were a heather grey set. she’d discarded the sweatshirt, however, and wore a thin white halter tank top. her nipples stood conspicuously under the thin fabric of the shirt alone. her hair was up in a messy clip.

she smiled at you laid across the bed. her beauty was frequently soft, demure, kind.

but now she regarded you with possessive desire.

“lie back, kitten,” she said. you scooted backward at her command until your head was propped on a pillow. she pushed the blankets to the foot of the bed, her eyes raking across you until you blushed.

“my girl,” she murmured, kneeling over you. she gathered your wrists above your head, her grip firm. “so pretty, everyone wants her. it’s too bad you belong to me.”

she demonstrated this by promptly inducing a hickey just below your ear. the sudden intensity caused you to moan, though a flash of realisation made you whisper hurriedly.

“mina…we have music bank tomorrow–”

“guess the makeup artists will have to work extra hard, hm?” she only purred, kissing the fresh bruise and causing a shiver down your spine. “oh, what i’d do to you if i weren’t so considerate.”

she punctuated the statement with a pull on your nipple. you whimpered, the throbbing between your thighs intensifying.

“mina, fuck me.”

the slap across your thigh, though light, startled you with a jolt, your eyes flying open.

“have you forgotten your place, darling?” mina said coldly. “maybe a punishment is in order after all.”

“i’m sorry,” you breathed, averting your eyes. she held your chin and turned your face toward her. you could feel her gaze, searching with disaffected interest for any hint of insolence. but you had always been a good girl.

she chuckled, an idea evidently crossing her mind. she reached into the bedside drawer, and with your heart in your throat you saw her withdraw a small, egg shaped toy with a little pull tail on it. you knew what this meant. a likely agonizing wait for a release.

she ran a finger between your pussy lips, apparently satisfied with the wetness that had gathered so quickly. she pressed the vibrator to your entrance, your slickness helping you take the bulb with minor difficulty. the sensation of feeling something inside you made you sigh in brief restful bliss.

that is, until she switched it on.

her favorite setting was low and erratic on and off patterns. just enough to feel good until it became maddening, the unpredictable give and take causing you to wait at the brink until you were begging her to allow your release.

your hips bucked at the stimulation, a high keening moan escaping your lips. how long would your domme keep you like this tonight?

she sat back, her expression pleased.

“a test of your self control,” she said, stepping off the bed. “let’s see how well you resist temptation. i’m leaving you untied, but if i catch you touching yourself or climaxing, you’ll endure this every night for a week, kitten.”

her expression betrayed no faltering in her resolve.

“yes, ma’am.”

the next twenty minutes were an increasingly unbearable hell. she began to prepare for sleep, changing into her favorite silken pajamas, washing her face, applying skincare. she sat at the vanity opposite the bed, watching you watch her as she brushed her dark hair carefully before the mirror.

you stayed quiet, ever obedient, even as the sensations of the vibrator inside your increasingly pent up pussy began to hint at an aching pain. you began to squeeze your thighs together subconsciously, seeking any type of relief, when mina snapped at you.

“legs apart.”

you knew she was watching your reflection, seeing how your arousal dripped from your trembling pussy, your whole body tensed in sweet agony.

she’d finally finished her routine, by which you couldn’t contain your whimpers anymore. you’d have been ashamed if your mind wasn’t overtaken by need, pleads falling from your lips as she sat down on the bed next to you again. you opened your eyes to see her watching you, amusement in her eyes. you tried at a pitiful appeal to her.

“please, i need to come, i can’t take this…”

she pressed lightly on your clit, making you see stars and nearly lose control right then and there. you realized only afterward that you had let out a yelp. you squeezed your eyes shut.

“what a good girl.”

she palmed your breasts lightly.

“should we let her have what she wants? does she deserve it?”

“please, i belong to you, i’m yours alone,” you babbled helplessly. “i’ll be good, i promise.”

“all right.” her whisper was suddenly close against your ear. “come for me, darling.”

she turned the vibrator up one setting and that was enough to finally tip you over the edge, crying out in pleasure of an intensity that bordered pain. tears squeezed from the corner of your eyes as waves started from your orgasm and wracked your whole body in blissful convulsions. mina murmured sweet nonsensical praise into your ear as you came, pressing your wrists into the pillow again as to restrain you through your climax.

“you’re so pretty like this,” she purred. you could only pant, coming down and unable to put words together in any sort of coherent response. you only moaned, turning towards mina and curling in on yourself. she laughed softly.

mina was always sweet about aftercare, gently cleaning you up and tipping water past your dry lips. she remembered to wipe your makeup away, settling for this briefer routine seeing your exhaustion. she finally finished, switching the lights off and settling into bed next to you, pulling the covers up over the both of you.

you wrapped your arms around her neck immediately, scooting close against her. she ran her fingers through your disheveled hair, quiet for a moment. she inhaled and sighed, the sound of her thinking through something and about to speak on it. you waited patiently, nuzzling her neck so she knew you were still conscious.

“they know they’re hitting on you when you’re with me. and they don’t care.”

the quiet distress in mina’s tone surprised you. you drew backward to look at her properly by the dim lights of the city behind the blinds. sadness had come across her delicate features, suddenly vulnerable in this late night.

“the men not caring, i’d gotten used to, but another girl?”

you pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek as her eyes fluttered shut.

“regardless of if they do or don’t know, they all mean nothing,” you reminded her gently. “i love you, and you alone.”

“i’m sorry,” she said softly. “i don’t know what got into me, i wasn’t fair to you…”

“it’s okay. i understand.”

she blinked away tears, returning your simple kiss. “i love you.”

“i love you so much, mina.”

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twice in historical korean kingdoms era

i love east asian/korean historical period dramas so much so here’s a series of headcanons about twice members in feudal korea and how you fell in love with them <3

if you’d like me to write more imagines about any set of headcanons/premises here please let me know because i Will continue with this pet project nonsense anyway ㅎㅎㅎ

nayeon:

the brat younger sister of the crown prince

pretty and she knows it, totally pampered

has a sometimes bad reputation but she’s secretly a bit troubled and feels lonely when her family substitutes riches and material luxury for affection

you’re her favourite handmaiden

she takes you around wherever she goes and insists dressing you in the prettiest gowns and things too

she supports you in everything you want to try, gifts arts and calligraphy materials, books and study materials

always tells you how pretty you are and how much she likes having you around

daringly affectionate towards you; seeks the love she felt she lacked from her absent family

you serve her faithfully, the servants joke about how smitten you are but you don’t care because you know the princess loves you back

jeongyeon:

oldest daughter of a middle class family, sent to work at the court where she quickly gained favour of staff and royals alike

diligent until she quickly ascended the ranks and ended up a high ranking court woman involved in managing the palace

you’re the king’s niece, a year younger than jeongyeon, and her favourite royal because you don’t really act like a spoiled duchess

taken in to the king’s palace when your parents passed away from illness, jeong took it upon herself to watch over you

when you fall deeply ill one winter month she’s by your side the whole time, insists she’s in charge of your recuperation

cheers you but turns serious about keeping you well

sometimes in her moments of vulnerability you’re the only one she confides in

both of you being relatively minor figures in the royal court, you get away with your questionable affections for each other

momo:

youngest daughter of three king’s children

reputedly the best dancer of the kingdom but her father forbids her from performing to the public much, at least until she is married off

she’s pretty, reputedly breathtaking

sheltered, longs the most to escape the palace walls

resents her parents for only caring about marrying her off

you’re the daughter of the court’s favorite tailor and goods/cloth merchant

you caught her eye because your father has you model new fabrics

she commands that you come to the court and ends up endearing you to her as an unlikely companion—she dances for you, and you tell her about the outside world

she begs you to take her away from here and show her the kingdom

you just sate her with wonderful stories and your deepest love, as well as the loveliest dance gowns

sana:

the king’s only girl child, and younger sister of two brothers

a sweet generous princess loved by all

she frequently ventures out of the palace on her supervised trips where she loves meeting subjects of all walks of life

fiercely guarded by doting older brothers, notoriously not courted by both her frequent rejection of potential husbands and her brothers’ compliance with her rejections

she kinda falls for you, a noble scholar’s daughter, on one of her excursions

she returns the next week and seeks you out, begs you to come to tea and receives you every week until you realize she’s definitely trying to woo you

presents the best gifts she can, sends you long letters

she confides in you about her big dreams of being the best ruler for her subjects

very affectionate, makes it known that she absolutely adores you until you are also well respected

jihyo:

the forceful and shrewd higher ranking maid of the palace; low born, but proved her worth early on

busy serving the palace and developing her hobbies in her spare time

you’re the king’s first daughter of his first wife who passed when you were 15–you became somewhat shy and melancholy for the years after, known to have a frail constitution

but one day you heard a maiden’s lovely song and you commanded that the singer be brought to you—shocked when she turned out a common maid and not a court musician

at your demand, she’s quickly appointed as a singer; your father, so surprised at the new spark of life in your eyes, complies immediately

jihyo teaches you the arts, keeps a close eye on you and adamantly protects you from poor court gossip

when she briefly falls sick, against all advice you keep her in your own warm quarters and nurse her back to health yourself

she feels deeply indebted after that, one day vows that she will remain by your side for life

mina:

king’s only child, crown princess and adored by her family and the court

legendary in the kingdom for her beauty and grace, but also her mystery

rarely seen by the public at all—king and queen are very protective as they lost her older siblings to childhood illness at young ages

you were selected through a very careful process to find a maiden to serve and be her companion

you’re a well born daughter, well versed in both feminine arts and, at your scholar father’s insistence, educated in political and mathematical matters

you’re chosen because mina’s parents believe you’ll be a companion clever and interesting enough for her

she opens up to you gradually until you’re totally smitten with each other and attached at the hip

the only companion of an otherwise shy and reserved princess; you know her softer and witty, humorous side

dahyun:

a child of a higher king’s advisor; playful and well loved since childhood

was always popular in the noble social circles

crushed on for her personality and charming cute beauty

virtuous but also a silly child

nicknamed dubu for her cuteness and fair skin

surprisingly thoughtful and loyal to her closer friends

you’re another minister’s daughter, shyer and less popular but dahyun took a liking to you

she curried the favor of other kids for you, always advocated for you as your best friend

she took you along in her adventures, evaded boys together

fell for you in the quieter moments where she opened up and let down her people pleaser persona a bit

chaeyoung:

young wild child of the king’s younger brother

fanciful and adventurous and frequently snuck out of her family’s palace gates to wander around, paint scenery, meet people

known to be an artistically talented kid, scandalized the family when she voiced her preference for being an unmarried court artist instead of marrying nobly

came across you, a commoner on one such unauthorized wander

found you immediately likeable and well traveled

thought you were a rare authentic girl, she often found the palace overwhelming and difficult

took you along with her to the court; her quietly forceful insistence meant you stuck around as a friend for her (in exchange for a promise that she’d venture out less often)

you became her muse

tzuyu:

recently married to your king, daughter of a lower noble but known far and wide as one of the most beautiful girls in the land

the king had seen heard of her beauty and demanded that she be married to him

loveless marriage, and she was somewhat despondent and kept to herself

you were a somewhat brave lower servant who gradually won her favour

sitting quietly with her and listening to her talk + prompting conversations until she opened up to you; others were too afraid to interact with her but she found you refreshing

she had a generous heart, made sure you were well taken care of and made it known that you were her favorite girl

you two had many shared secrets and inside jokes

it was not unusual that she asked you spend long evenings with her in her quarters, just being in each other’s company and easing each other’s homesickness

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hello :D im the person that submitted an ask for the soulmate!au yeji x reader :) i just want to say the imagine was amazing :D thank you for writing that submission ☺️ may i ask for another soulmate!au yeji x idol!reader in the same universe as that one? maybe of them pining for each other then confessing? or just them discovering they’re each other’s soulmate, it doesn’t really matter :) thank you again :D

aww okay i’m so glad you asked for the follow up because i had thoughts about where it would go too.

let’s leap, she said (part 2 to yeji soulmates au)

CW: n/a

word count: ~660

the frequent sightings of the two of you together the next couple months didn’t go unnoticed by fans, who also began to speculate about soulmate-ship. of course, shipping wasn’t particularly out of the ordinary, and you’d been warned to expect it.

but why did it seem to touch such a nerve this time?

your coffee dates and hangouts were just sunbae to hoobae, a close unnie, you assured yourself. you’d never had a figure in your life like her, so when your member called it—

“a puppy crush. you have a total puppy crush on her!”

—you didn’t know what to make of it.

all you knew was that she seemed to like spending time with you as much as you did. conversation flowed like water between the two of you, until you spent late nights to early mornings lying on the floor and chatting endlessly.

one such night, conversation somehow wandered to soulmate marks. rather, how impossible it felt to believe in them, sometimes.

“the curse of a discreet mark.” you pouted, staring up at the ceiling.

“a curse, or a blessing?”

drowsiness made yeji’s words take a bit longer to register for you.

“a curse,” you repeated, turning your head to look at yeji who also lay on the floor next to you. she had her eyes shut, but was still listening. “you know how many dead ends i’ve ended up in? i get way too invested before finding out they weren’t the one.”

“i think you’re just a romantic,” she giggled at you. her cheeks crinkled her shut eyes into sweet crescents. you turned back to the ceiling, glad her eyes were shut to miss the blush on your face. “well, i think it’s been a blessing.”

“how?”

“i don’t know…i guess there’s just never that expectation when i meet someone. i get to know them as just another person first.” she turned to face you now, her head pillowed on one arm. your heartbeat picked up, and you couldn’t bring yourself to meet her gaze. the softly dimmed ceiling lights cast marks in your vision as you became acutely aware of the little space between the two of you.

yeji took a breath. “but maybe that’s all moot, right?” you sensed a nervousness in her tone, the way she got when you knew she was holding back something. but this time she said it. “moot when you fall for someone in the end.”

she waited with bated breath for you, until you finally had the courage to shift onto your side and meet her gaze. her eyes were wide and curious and only a little bit apprehensive.

“do you want to know?” you murmured.

she fell silent for a while, thinking but never looking away from you, across your face and searching as much on you as within herself.

“i think it might hurt too much if i found out it wasn’t the case,” she started slowly. you nodded, and with the most casual gesture possible, reached out to brush her left side, just on the lower rib cage…

…and her eyes widened like saucers, the light catching in them until they sparkled with disbelief and growing hope. you couldn’t stifle a giggle now, a contagious laugh.

“fuck it, right?” she mumbled, her hands shaking as she lifted her shirt just enough. 

a wave of shock and utmost joy washed through you like an electrifying wave, setting your whole self into shaky excitement. it matched—she saw it too in your own skin, her eyes springing to tears, her hands flying to cover her mouth in surprise and relief.

“no way,” yeji giggled breathlessly. her cheeks pinked, suddenly shy before your warm gaze. you reached out a tentative hand, which she took and squeezed. she dabbed at her tears, giving you that beaming smile that you’d grown affectionate towards already. you opened your mouth, unable to find clever words when so entranced in her eyes.

you settled for a simple start at the beginning.

“hi, soulmate.”

[forjihyo]

♡ twice’s once | do not edit.

[seollenda-moved]

(omega!reader x alpha!momo)

part 3/? of twice omegaverse series; links to part one / two

alpha!momo is angy, uh oh

(also, if you have any suggestions for next parts and which members to feature, feel free to drop me a line hehe <3)

CW: abo g!p, voyeurism/exhibitionism, humiliation kink, cockwarming, rough sex 

word count: ~1900

momo, as much of a merciless domme she wanted to be, loved fucking you. withholding you pleasure was a challenge to do so without doing the same for herself. especially when her favorite sensation was you coming on her cock.

frankly, she hadn’t expected for this to affect her as much as it had. she wasn’t going to go back on her word about sharing you, but she decided that some ground rules had to be established in this dorm first.

the alpha pulled her cock out, her hands fisting the head of her dick in a couple quick passes, and precum shone at its tip. you swallowed nervously now. the look in her eyes was particularly indecipherable.

“little whore, begging for everyone’s seed, hm?” she stood at the side of the bed where you lay, and your lips parted eagerly as she pressed it into your mouth. she pushed further until tears sprung to your eyes and you suppressed a gag. momo threaded her fingers into your hair and pulled lightly until you squeaked in protest.

“you’ll get all the cock and cum you need this week,” she growled. you nodded quickly. “but i’ll make sure that they all know you’re mine first.”

she pulled her cock out of your mouth in a sudden rush that had you gasping for air. it hung in front of you, a light string of your spit hanging from its tip connecting to your own lips.

god, you needed her.

but instead of fucking you senseless, momo only pulled herself back into her pants where it still strained quite conspicuously. she turned to peer absently into the mirror on the wall, fixing her bangs before casting a disdainful look your way.

“the group are coming home soon. clean yourself up, i think we’re having movie and takeout night.”

sana found you miserably dressing yourself and brushing your teeth.

“momo being mean?” she patted your back comfortingly. you only sighed plaintively, pitiful enough to make your friend laugh. “i guess you kinda deserved it, huh.”

you spat your mouthful of toothpaste indignantly, raising your head to glare at sana in the mirror.

“she said she wanted me to get fucked by you all.”

“yeah, but no surprise that momo wants final dibs on you.”

“well,” you stopped to gargle and spit. “she isn’t even fucking me, so i don’t know what she wants anymore.”

—

what she wanted, you discovered quickly, was to embarrass you.

you forgot what film was being played very quickly. the takeout was tteokbokki and gimmari, of which you could only stand the latter because any sort of heat would’ve fully ended you.

you were dressed in a tank top and shorts. you’d debated trying to maintain your modesty in pants that would somewhat retain your scent to yourself, but the discomfort on your skin won out.

when you shuffled out of your room to the rest of the group, conversation quieted slightly.

sana waved brightly, gesturing to you to sit between her and momo. jihyo couldn’t hide her own grin as you passed, and a jolt of arousal passed as you recalled the sensation of her turn inside you.

but now the rest of the group was attempting to carry on as usual for your dignity’s sake.

jeongyeon was desperately trying to avoid looking at you, chatting with a nayeon who was very much not trying to look away. mina appeared collected, though she bit her lip in that slight tell of hers.

the omegas were at varying levels of attentiveness. tzuyu and dahyunie seemed taken aback, while chaeyoung only giggled.

the film started. only a few minutes in, momo tapped you to sit in her lap. you complied, and found yourself sitting on the cock she had pulled out of her pants. she pulled your flimsy sleep shorts aside and slipped inside of you, rock hard with anticipation.

you stifled a sigh.

the film was apparently good. sana and the others were clearly absorbed, and you tried to feign attention as well.

until you looked to momo’s side and saw nayeon slowly stroking herself in her shorts, a spot of moisture staining their front. momo chuckled.

“you’re going to warm my cock until you can’t take it any more,” she murmured, below the volume of the television but just loud enough for those around you to hear. nayeon quickened her pace, and you blushed in embarrassment. could the others smell what was happening too?

“are you going to fuck me in front of them too?”

“no…i don’t think so. but that’s not necessary. you’re a loud fuck anyway.”

she shifted below you as if to prove your point, the slight displacement causing you to choke back a whimper. 

now sana glanced over in surprise, then mild amusement, turning back to the film with little reaction. 

nayeon’s pretty dick twitched. the eldest member didn’t seem too bothered about staying up much longer. you realised in a shock of fresh shame that to her you were just a quick wank. nayeon met your eyes in a smirk that ended up an open-mouthed sigh of pleasure. she came, a reasonable load of cum showering over her own skimpy crop top.

you burned with longing for her white seed. what a waste.

“what are you thinking of, you needy omega?” momos voice cut into your consciousness. “nayeon unnie only came because she thought watching you was interesting. that cum wasn’t meant to be for you.”

you hung your head, nodding.

the next half hour was spent like this; her cock warm and present inside you, you struggling to sit still and stay quiet. you knew that she was building up her orgasm as much as you were—her favourite thing to do for your heats.

you realized that your members were acutely aware of what was happening. mina cupped her bulge and sighed, but went no further. jihyo glanced back a couple times, patting your knee comfortingly. jeongyeon leaned to whisper into nayeon’s ear a few times, and judging by their quiet giggles it didn’t take much to imagine what the topic of conversation was. 

sana played with your hair, fidgeted lightly on your thigh, leaned against you, fully in league with momo to gradually work you up. momo herself was an unsympathetic presence; her firm hands still on your hips and thighs, her cock still and hard inside your throbbing pussy. she leaned forward to whisper in your ear.

“who are you going to ask for first after i’m done with you, y/n?”

“i don’t know…” you sighed softly, being completely honest. none of the past day had been planned.

“should i decide for you? only the best for our best little breeding omega.”

you let out the softest whine. luckily the film was just as loud.

“momoring, please,” you gave in at the forty-five minute mark. “i can’t do this.”

“lost patience already?” she whispered back.

“momo i’m in heat, this isn’t fair…” you paused, weighing your tactics. “take me and breed me.”

you knew her own composure was wavering.

“knot me full of your cum and make me yours,” you continued. her cock twitched inside you as she flexed her muscles under you, suddenly antsy herself. her hands ran over your thighs, closer to their junction now. “momo, i need you.”

apparently that was enough encouragement, because she was already lifting you off of her and tucking herself back in her pants. as if the room wasn’t aware of what the two of you were off to do.

“we’ll finish the movie later,” momo said shortly to the amused group, following you into your bedroom. 

you’d only just turned around when the door shut and momo had you pressed up on the wall, her cock hard against you through her pants. you made the most stereotypical omega whimper, palming her bulge until she let out her own sigh.

she kicked her trousers off, pulling the crotch of your shorts and underwear again to plunge into you, fucking you into the wall behind you. you keened obscenely.

“momo, fuck,” you chanted breathlessly, the sensation of her cock sending fireworks though your body as it pressed deeper inside you. nearly an hour of cockwarming had made the two of you desperate. you loved your momo like this–lost in your scent dripping of heat and need, her basest instincts seeking your cunt and making you hers, hearing you cry out in conjunction with her own pleasure.

just as you felt like you’d develop bruises from the roughness of her fucking against the wall, she took you toward the bed instead. her cock leaving you made you a little crazier, quickly getting on your knees and presenting for her. “please, please,” you whispered until she was back inside, and everything felt right again.

your alpha found your hair and pulled lightly but firmly, her other hand pulling you against her with every thrust. for a moment you were just putty in her hands, surrendered to her. the thought of being used for the alpha’s pleasure was what gave you your first climax. 

the pulsing around her cock was unbearable, you knew. momo panted harder, in the way you knew she got when she was so close, but was just holding on a little longer for you, to get every final drop for you. she knew how to sate you, to give you what you didn’t even know you needed.

her knot was swelling, large and firm at the base of her alphahood. if it hadn’t been for your heat wetness and receptiveness, fitting it inside would’ve been overwhelming. but now it felt like momo had been created to complete you. it finally slipped all the way inside, but she thrust a few times with it, reaching into parts of you you hadn’t known existed. tears sprang to your eyes at the sensation, doubly so when you felt her bite down into your shoulder (a half-mindful compromise from a real mark) and finally empty into you with a guttural moan.

there was nothing quite like the sensation of being filled while in heat. evolution had lead to this moment–the feral bliss of being claimed and bound to an alpha, giving you what every fiber of you being had demanded with white-hot, mindless intensity. your muscles spasmed helplessly, as did her hips erratically against yours. you knew your high pitched babbling was definitely audible, but you couldn’t care. the thought of the other members listening to you being bred only made you even more gratified.

“good girl,” momo murmured, leaning down to speak into your ear. you sighed at the praise, your pussy fluttering. “such a good breeding omega.”

she laid the two of you down, spooning tightly. for once your heat seemed satisfied, the seed of two alphas sating the desperation that you’d endured that morning. you felt full, curled against the warmth of your alpha.

momo pressed a gentle kiss to your sore shoulder. “i’m sorry, i got a bit carried away,” she murmured, real regret tinging her voice. you shook your head.

“no, it’s okay. it’s hot.”

“oh,” momo laughed lightly. “okay.”

you sighed, listening to the movie play muffled in the next room. “you’re so good to me, momoring.”

“it’s the least i can do, y/n-ie,” she replied, giggling at your dopey silliness. you shook your head sleepily, backing further into her hug.

“no, i mean, in general.” you yawned, your thoughts dissolving into drowsy nonsense. “you’re really…nice to me…”

“of course, baby,” she nuzzled your neck. “go to sleep now.” 

but you were already halfway to a deep, satisfied slumber.

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hi! just wanted to pop in to say that i hope you have a good day <3 -🐻

aww thank you 🐻, i hope your day is going well too! :)c

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updates

hiya! wanted to give some updates on a few fics in the pipeline and to assure you guys that i am reading the requests sent in ^^

received a couple similar alpha!ryu reqs, some more abo itzy which i definitely have on the list

have a couple abo twice reqs

pt 3 of abo!twice series is nearly done it has been uploaded!

other stuff, other prompts dw dw

apologies that my abo/smut content will slow down a bit--don't want to burn out on them too quickly!

on that note, if y'all have any burning pg-13 requests feel free to drop them in the inbox too :) <33

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hi can you write an ceo!mina x employee!fem reader where mina has a crush on reader and decides to confess please? thank uu

business executive mina though...whew.

off-limits (employee!femreader x ceo!mina)

CW: bar/alcohol

word count: ~1650

myoui mina was a chief executive of utmost professionalism. her company ran with notorious efficiency–all while being a reputedly great workplace. seemed too good to be true, but the enticement of full benefits and nearly 50% more pay was hard to pass up.

“stupid to pass up,” your coworker dahyun had remarked flatly. “i’ll put in your two week notice if you don’t yourself.”

your first day was being shown around by a brightly friendly assistant. minatozaki sana, she had rattled off quickly, shaking your hand.

“myoui mina sajangnim recruited you herself,” she said, her steps peppy and a tad too fast. the building had all its suitably modern amenities, sleek cubicles and all the trendy cafeterias, rest pods, and a full fitness gym. “that’s why you’re getting a tour from me. you can set your stuff down here and we can take you right up!”

you nodded, only realising that she meant up to the CEO’s office when she stepped into the glass elevator and punched in the code for the top floor. you adjusted your hair and blouse in vain, the glass too transparent and polished to see much of your reflection. instead, the seoul skyline stretched larger and larger below you, setting your stomach a bit uneasy.

“you look good,” your companion chirped helpfully.

the elevator doors slid open smoothly, and sana lead you down the tidy hall, lined by surprisingly warm naturalist artwork. she tapped her keycard by the glass doorway, standing back to let you in. her desk was just in the intermediary area–a surprisingly whimsical corner of pink and white office peripherals.

“mina, she’s here for you!” she leaned down to call into a telecom. the familiarity with which she addressed her boss surprised you.

“send her in.”

the softness of her voice, even over the tinny speakerphone, was another surprise to you. you’d seen photos of her in publications of course; powerful, collected, frankly beautiful.

in person, she was more delicate than her magazine covers. even then, her presence was strong. you tried to recall all the career coaching your ex-coworker-best-cheerleader-dahyunie had put you through. stand tall, project confidence, eye contact. all of that advice seemed a bit silly at the time; what was going to happen, an immediate promotion? or firing, for that matter?

that being said, had you imagined the slight startle in the executive’s eyes when her gaze landed on you? she stood up from her seat, smiling graciously and gesturing to the plush chair across her large, tidy desk.

“welcome, y/n. i just wanted to personally welcome you,” she said graciously, her voice soft and accented. “we’d been searching for someone to take up this position for a while now, and when we saw your profile i knew that you would be just the one we were looking for.”

“thank you,” you said, flashing what you hoped was a measured smile. it was difficult to conceal the renewed wash of giddy happiness. what an opportunity.

“i’ll do my best to prove my worth to your company.”

“oh, i’m sure you will.”

—

myoui mina. of absolute, utmost professionalism.

so why were you running through her head like a childish crush?

she knew there were already curious rumors regarding her increased presence at downstairs cafés and amenities, her more frequent and regular gym visits. and she’d always been hands on, but the check-in and consult meetings had definitely increased in frequency.

did your slight flustering occur because you felt the same helpless attraction that she did, or was it just because she felt railroaded by her fortune 500 boss?

professionalism, myoui.

—

“so who’s the girl?”

mina nearly inhaled her gin and tonic. nayeon cackled at having clearly estimated the right topic. chaeyoung just patted mina’s back until her stifled cough subsided.

but even her more discreet friend couldn’t help her curiosity. “just tell us what she’s like then.”

“yeah, i know you have a type.” nayeon added, sipping her cosmo.

it didn’t take too much to draw a particularly flattering description of you out of mina. chaeng giggled, and nayeon rolled her eyes with a silly grin.

“okay, so clearly you’re whipped. give me her number and i’ll tell her you like her and that you want a date this weekend.”

mina shook her head vehemently, leaning forward to quiet her as if you’d magically appear in their favorite high-end gangnam bar. “what is this, elementary school? she’s…totally off limits anyway.”

“oooh, forbidden?” nayeon waggled her brows. “tell me more.”

“she’s from work?”

chaeng was too good at reading her mind. and nayeon was too good at reading her expressions. maybe she needed dumber friends.

“no way…myoui mina-ssi!”

“like i said, it’s nothing. it’s just a silly crush. she’s pretty!” mina shrugged as if she was over it. “she’s just really pretty. that’s all. you know what you see someone beautiful and you go ‘wow’, and then you’re over them? yeah.”

“yeah except you’ve been like this for at least a week,” chaeyoung rolled her eyes. mina started to feel like she was boxed in by a couple devils on her shoulders.

“you think she’d be into the whole power play thing? it could be so hot if she were,” nayeon trailed off, clearly imagining interesting scenarios. mina’s high-flying heiress friend could have literally anyone she wanted, so mina always found it amusing when nayeon was the one fantasizing about dreamy romances.

(though this was evidently not just dreamy.)

“no, she’s not stupid,” mina shook her head vigorously. “and honestly, i think i’m scaring her. i really should just avoid her until i get it together.”

“you need to get laid.” chaeng patted her friend’s shoulder consolingly. mina slumped over the bar, somewhat defeated.

—

liquid courage.

mina never liked the standard executive’s decanter of whisky, but she kept it out for appearances. she just also kept an expensive bottle of gin next to it.

the winter solstice was approaching, which meant that the sun was starting to set obscenely early. golden hour shone through her floor to ceiling windows, and she leaned against her desk, contemplating the seoul skyline with her second tumbler of gin.

“fuck it,” she finally mumbled under her breath, suddenly hopping to her feet. she threw the last dregs of alcohol back before pressing the pager button on her desk. sana’s voice, cheery but clearly tired, came through the speaker.

“you can go home early tonight, sana-san,” mina said, hesitating just slightly before her next words. “can you send y/n up on your way out though? tell her the elevator code, and that i’ll let her in.”

“oh sure, thanks,” sana said, trailing off. “but i can bring her up before i leave, it’s no issue.”

“no, it’s all right,” mina hoped she sounded nonchalant. “enjoy your friday, it’s been a long week.”

“okay, thank you! enjoy your weekend!” mina could hear the smile in her assistant’s voice as the mic switched off.

and now she waited. maybe just one more sip of gin. the first few minutes of waiting brought growing regret on the ceo. but when the buzzer went off, mina hurried to set down her glass and open the door.

you were dressed in something a bit more professional today, a business-casual blazer over a chic shirt, your hair drawn back in a neat style save for some slightly messier pieces from a full workday. it was late on a friday workday, but you looked completely attentively at mina with eyes that made her stomach flip a bit. you remained standing, a hand resting on a seat back instead.

her cheeks burned hotter, and she realized with mortification that maybe her face had been a bit flushed to begin with.

“sorry to bring you up on a friday afternoon,” mina started, hoping she would figure out the rest of her sentence when she got there. “i just wanted to talk about something–nothing bad about your work or anything!” she added quickly, unraveling some concern in your expression. “um, just something else specifically.”

in another spark of bravery, she stepped around to lean on the desk in front of you, her heartbeat quickening. to her relief, you didn’t appear to step back at all. rather, you shuffled just the smallest bit forward.

“i just wanted to apologize for,” mina struggled to find the appropriate words, all of her previously rehearsed spiel lost to mild intoxication and the rush of the moment. “for maybe coming on a little strong since you joined. i’m not sure if you perceived that i’ve been…seeking out encounters with you.”

“i have, actually.”

mina struggled to read your tone, so she pushed ahead. “i hope you understand that i did not intend anything inappropriate within the professional relationship between you and i.”

she cursed her choice of words. relationship, really? “and i apologize if i’ve ever made you uncomfortable.”

“does this mean we’ll be seeing each other less here?”

mina’s mind stuttered to a confused halt. “hm?”

“in our professional relationship.”

“if–if that’s what you prefer,” she finally managed. “yes, yeah.” so much for chief executive officer, leaving such a decision to her employee. her pulse jumped when, instead of backing out of the room, you drew even closer. she knew that you saw her glance at your lips, saw her knuckles whiten as they clung to the desk behind her. you reached past her for a pen and pad, scribbling something quick and messy.

you tore the page crisply before handing the slip (with your number scrawled on it) to a dumbfounded myoui. she met your small grin with wide eyes.

“if you want something other than our professional one.” you paused while mina’s head finally caught up with what you meant. “if that’s what you prefer.”

“oh. certainly.” she realized the implication of her bold-faced confession too late. you nodded, pleased.

“have a good evening, sajangnim!” you stepped out of the office, leaving mina still collecting herself.

nayeon would never let her live this down.

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absolutely love ur a/b/o twice series(?) Im not sure if its a series but i love it keep it up💗💗

thank you anon!! it is a series, yes hehe. i have a draft of the next section going at the moment, hopefully i’m able to post that sooner than later!

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Yo yo ✌🏽 Could I possibly request Jeongyeon x Reader? They're best friends but reader is in love with Jeongyeon but is too scared to say anything. But then Jeongyeon starts dating someone so reader is heartbroken and starts distancing themselves from Jeongyeon. Reader confides in a mutual friend, who asks them what they really want and Reader says "I want her to choose me"

<3 angst ft our favourite relationship counselor im nayeon

simplest (reader x jeongyeon)

CW: none

word count: ~670

jeongyeon had always been the best friend.

the one who never forgot your birthday, who defended you from the cold with her favourite scarf, who told you to go home, to rest, that she would take care of it.

the two of you had always had it this way; she took care of you, and you her in all the few ways she let you. there were no other words needed, there were never any. she hated those silly confessions anyway.

was that where you had gone wrong?

because this new person did everything differently; and all the times you thought jeong would find something gross or silly or contrived, she only told you about it with blushed cheeks and shy grins (since when had she been shy?) over your weekly visits (you could’ve sworn they used to be at least biweekly).

what do i do? she’d started to ask you not infrequently.

what do you mean?

well, you’d always been the socially cleverer of the two of us.

i haven’t dated anyone in years, you pointed out. but she’d only grinned at you and said “neither have i”.

so maybe what hadn’t been said was the confirmation you needed. you called less, and so did she. the times she tried to arrange times of just the two of you, you had a hundred excuses for her. she took them every time, but you knew she’d heard them before, when you fed them to everyone else so you two could run off and just be. it was those occasions that you missed the most. ones that had no reason.

now there was always a reason, but of course never an occasion.

—

“y/n, i need you to stop moping.”

nayeon shoved her french toast across her plate, electing to take a long sip of her mimosa instead. she glared reproachfully at you from across the table. this new trendy brunch spot (her pick, not yours) was sufficiently loud enough to pretend you didn’t hear her. unluckily, im nayeon had a lot of determination and even more vocal power.

“don’t pretend like you can’t hear me!”

“if you were going to complain about being in my company, you shouldn’t have demanded i come,” you shot back, though there was absolutely no fire behind your words. your friend rolled her eyes, setting her glass back down.

“this is something called an intervention, babe,” she replied. “i’m just the messenger here.”

“of the word of god?”

“no, yoo jeongyeon.”

you knew you’d failed to hide the effect of that name on you. “she asked you to talk to me?”

nayeon avoided a direct answer. “she misses you. and you obviously do too.”

“she definitely doesn’t.”

“how would you know? you haven’t talked to her in weeks.” nayeon deflated a bit at the thought. “i love her to bits but i don’t get her sometimes. and i don’t get you. but you got each other, and normally when either of you had issues i’d just send one of you to the other but now…” nayeon emptied her mimosa, looking briefly sorry for herself. her gaze focused back on you. “you need to figure out whatever silly dance this is and stop it. i know you don’t care enough about your own misery so you needed to hear this–you’re making her miserable too.”

the pent up bitterness you’d thought was tamped away dissolved into a wash of fatigue and sadness. a waiter swept by and refilled nayeon’s glass while you stared at your plate, and her at you.

“i thought what i was doing was logical but i don’t know anymore,” you confessed tiredly. “it made so much sense in the moment.”

“what is it you want? like, right now.” your friend watched you closely, close enough to know that you couldn’t get away with any more deception. you tried to come up with better words to say it, but there were none that could capture it better.

“i just want her to choose me.”