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Can I request nayeon and fem paparazzi reader at her grove event? Thanks for all your fics btw! It can be thankless sometimes but we who read them appreciate it!!
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nayeon x f! paparazzi reader // smut
synopsis: after finishing photographing nayeon at her grove 2026 event, you bump into her in the back entrance, where she promises exclusive shots and maybe something more…
author’s note: aaa thank you so much !! i really appreciate it <3 ++ her grove photos were soooo good oh my god… omg also i got two requests of the same prompt,,,, idk if it was the same anon or different (LOL) but enjoy either wayyyy !!
thanks @chaeyology for giving me green light on this plot & @silverlaugh for helping with the endingg
shy reader, dom nayeon, voyeurism, younger reader, reader photographs nayeon as she touches herself…, aftercare-ish
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you peeked out from behind your camera, just enough to confirm what you’d been thinking for the past few minutes.
…and then immediately ducked back behind it.
your heart stuttered, heat rushing to your face as adrenaline and embarrassment tangled together in the worst way possible.
because you were right.
im nayeon was staring at you. not just vaguely in your direction or scanning the room, but her gaze was steady and deliberate, locked directly onto your lens like she knew exactly where you were.
your grip tightened slightly as you raised the machine higher, letting it act as a shield. you hid behind it, trying to justify why your face suddenly felt too exposed.
you adjusted the settings longer than necessary, pretending to be busy even though your mind was anything but focused.
every time you risked another glance, she was looking again. it wasn’t constant enough for anyone else to notice, but the subtle flickers of attention always seemed to land right back on you.
it made your chest feel tight and fluttery.
just as the carpet event was about to end, you caught it — a small knowing curve on her lips, like she knew exactly the effect she was having on you.
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by the time everything was starting to wrap up, you were more than ready to leave. you packed your gear quickly, slinging your bag over your shoulder.
your head was down as you made your way to the back entrance of the building nayeon was currently in. you had entered the event from that same path as there was a short cut leading to the bus station there.
the cool air should’ve helped, but your thoughts were still buzzing, replaying every glance the older girl had given your way.
just as you were about to pass the back entrance door, you immediately heard it creak open.
“oh—!” you stumbled back, nearly dropping your camera.
of course. it was her.
up close, nayeon looked even more unfairly composed, like she hadn’t spent the last hour toying with your focus. her eyes flicked down briefly — taking in account your camera, hands, and face — and then back up again, her gaze sharp and amused.
“hey,” she said casually. too casually. “weren’t you photographing me?”
your brain short-circuited.
“o-oh uh y-yes. i am — i-i mean i was…” great. that was smooth.
her lips pressed together, but it didn’t hide the way her lips curved up at one edge.
and that was when you realized — she could see everything: the way your grip tightened around your camera, the way your shoulders stiffened, and the way heat rose straight to your cheeks. you no longer had your camera as a shield, a protective barrier to hide behind.
“mm,” she hummed softly, her eyes narrowing in a way that looked a lot like interest. “you didn’t seem this shy earlier.”
that did not help.
“i—well th-that’s just—”
why were words suddenly so difficult?
her smile widened. it wasn’t mocking, but worse — it was amused and knowing, like she knew exactly what she needed to do to get a reaction out of you.
cute.
she took a small step closer to you, just enough the shift the space between you. her presence suddenly felt even more overwhelming in the quiet of the back entrance.
“relax,” she laughed lightly, her eyes never once leaving yours. “i don’t bite.”
there was a beat before she spoke again.
“unless you want me to.”
your brain completely stopped functioning.
she glanced at your camera again and then back at you, like she was putting something together. you could see the way the gears in her head turned.
“tell you what,” she continued, her voice honeyed and velvet. “why don’t you come in for a minute?”
you blinked.
“i’ll let you get some exclusive shots, darling. only official photographers are allowed in here anyways.”
you swallowed hard. she paused, just enough for the words to sink in, before adding: “or… unless you don’t you could handle it?”
the tone of her voice was unmistakably low and certain, like she already knew what your answer would be before you even figured it out yourself.
heat rushed straight up to your face. “i–i can,” you said a bit too quickly, your voice sounding far less convincing than you wanted it.
her brows lifted. “can you?” she echoed, stepping just a little closer — not enough to touch, but enough that you had to consciously stop yourself from stepping back. “because a second ago, you could barely get a sentence out.”
“i— that’s d-different—”
a quiet laugh slipped past her lips, low and pleased, like she was enjoying every second of this.
“relax,” she murmured, her gaze dropping just for a second to your lips. you caught it, and your face went hot immediately.
nayeon noticed too. her eyes lifted back to you slowly, like she was savoring your reaction.
she stepped past you and reached for the door, pulling it open with ease. she glanced back over her shoulder, her gaze drifting over you again, lingering a bit too long before she spoke.
“don’t get shy now.”
and just like that, she disappeared inside, fully expecting you to follow.
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nayeon led you to the set, where the hum of the staff and professional cameras filled the space. she gestured casually to the side, pointing to a quieter corner.
“stay there,” she said gently. “i’ll come back for you after i finish.”
you nodded too quickly, settling into the space as she posed for additional shots. it was hard to focus on anything but her — how effortlessly she shifted expressions, how natural she looked under the lights.
you completely forgot you were supposed to be taking photos.
by the time the event wrapped up, you were still there, just watching. the camera was in your hands though you hadn’t taken a single shot in the past thirty minutes.
she caught your stare eventually, a knowing smile tugging at her lips as she walked over. she was just slightly breathless from the shoot but still composed, not a single hair out of place.
before you could process what was happening, she reached out and took your hand.
“w-wait—”
she was already pulling you along, maneuvering through random carts and equipment.
“unnie, where are we going?”
she glanced back at you over her shoulder, her expression completely unbothered. “somewhere quieter,” she said simply.
your heart dropped a little as she opened a door and guided you inside — the sign outside had read that it was her changing room.
“o-oh why are we h-here?” you stammered, suddenly very aware of everything. the room was more spacious than you had thought, and the lights were dim, calmer than the chaos of staff wrapping up outside.
she turned to face you, her hand still holding yours.
“i said i’d give you exclusive shots, didn’t i?” she replied, tilting her head with a confident smile on her face.
her eyes dropped again.
“or did you think i meant out there?”
with her eyes never leaving yours, she slowly undid her top, holding the piece of clothing with her thumb and index finger before letting it fall to the floor. a muted thud sounded across the room, a heavy contrast to the way your heartbeat pounded against your eardrums.
she smirked at the way your jaw hung open. though your cheeks were tinged with red, you were unable to look away, mesmerized by the older girl’s movements.
when her white strapless bra fell to the floor in a similar manner, a quiet whimper escaped your lips. her smirk deepened at the sound — you looked so cute in your frozen state, unable to do anything but stare at her bare chest.
“you know,” she practically purred as she hooked her thumb into her waistband. “you can take as many pictures as you want, baby.”
your throat went dry.
she wasn’t wearing underwear underneath.
im nayeon was standing fully unclothed in front of you, and you couldn't even stop your gaze as it moved shamelessly up and down her figure.
“as long as you can keep a secret, of course” she murmured.
you nodded frantically at that. “i-i can, i promise,” you whispered, afraid that talking too loud would make the moment feel less real.
the smile on her lips was enough to make you faint. “good.”
you slowly brought your camera up to your face, your usually steady hands slightly shaking. the camera clicked loudly as you captured her bare body, the shutter echoing through the room as if to remind you of the line you were crossing.
you grew bolder as she posed for you beyond the lens, her movements fluid and natural. her facial expressions were lewd, and you didn’t fail to notice the way her cheeks grew more and more flushed with each click of the camera.
“fuck im so wet,” nayeon whispered as she leaned her back against the wall. she brought her hand down to her core, showing you her slick covered hand. you felt your face redden further. you couldn’t bring yourself to voice out how you didn’t need proof of it anyway — you had already been eyeing the way her smooth pussy glistened with arousal, some of the wetness sticking to her inner thighs.
it was as if nayeon had forgotten you were there in the first place. her eyes fluttered close under the weight of arousal as she sat down against the wall, trying to angle her body into a more comfortable position. she brought her knees up and spread her legs wide so that you had a clear view of everything she was about to do.
her hands traced slow circles against her clit, a soft moan coming from her lips as she touched herself.
your own core throbbed at the scene unfolding in front of you. her eyes were just barely open as she touched herself, her long fingers dragging their length along her entrance.
right as a particularly pornographic moan fell from nayeon’s lips, you clicked the shutter button. the sound seemed to startle nayeon just a bit, but her moans grew louder as realization dawned on her — how you had captured everything, her hand between her legs as she pleasured herself.
as she continued to make herself moan and whimper with her own fingers, you continued to snap pictures, realizing now that being captured turned her on even more.
you watched with wide eyes as she slipped a single digit into herself, her fingers sliding with ease. nayeon leaned her head back as she pumped inside her dripping cunt, her lips parted open as moans fell freely.
you could tell she was getting close — each snap of your camera made her hips shift deeper into her own fingers and her breathing was more shaky now, like the white hot pleasure made it hard to focus on breathing.
then, she stopped, completely removing her hands from her core. her face was strained with self control.
“baby, i want you to help me.”
you dropped your camera so fast at her request, immediately placing the device on the floor. you made your way to where the older girl was dripping, suddenly feeling impossibly shy and a lot turned on.
from up close, you could see the way her body slightly shook, teetering from being edged so close to her climax.
“i need,” she swallowed. “i need your fingers inside me.”
you knelt down straight away, involuntarily licking your lips at the sight of her exposed core and the way she had her legs spread open nice and wide.
you cautiously ghosted the space above her heat, positioning two fingers above her entrance.
“now.” her voice was firm and expectant with lust.
you pumped your fingers into her, your stomach clenching at the way she groaned at the initial contact, her hips arching further into you.
you sank your fingers in and out of her, your pace increasing in wanting to hear more of her moans. her voice was breathless as she cursed filthy things out of her mouth, her moans increasing in pitch at the speed.
you felt her clench hard around your fingers as her slick dripped down your hand. she was getting close again — you could feel it. she clenched around you once more before coming with a scream, her own hands holding on tight to your arm as you continued to finger her through her climax.
you only removed your fingers after she turned limp, bringing your drenched fingers up to your lips. she tasted sweet against your tongue, and your fingers left your mouth with a soft pop.
“fuck,” nayeon panted, a smile on her lips. “the shyer ones are always more freaky in bed,” she laughed, the sound still a little breathless.
you turned bright red at the look in her eyes.
“let me see you too, darling,” nayeon said, her voice low and back to normal now — she had finished catching her breath.
she helped you out of your clothes, her fingers moving impatiently against your top. it was only when you were fully bare in front of her that she exhaled, her eyes greedily drinking you in. you fought the urge to cover your body with your hands, suddenly feeling very exposed.
“so fucking beautiful,” she muttered as she cupped your chest, her thumbs brushing over your hard nipples. your breath stuttered at her touch, your body squirming a little at the jolt of pleasure.
“sensitive too,” she commented with a smirk. her touches were light as they explored everywhere but where you needed it the most, her hands traveling from your chest to your hips.
“please,” you whimpered, squeezing your thighs together in search for friction. you could feel arousal dripping out of you at her touches, your body overreacting with gasps and small moans.
“please what?” nayeon purred against the shell of your ear, her smirk turning into a smile at the way you shivered.
“i need— i need y-you to—”
“to what, baby? use your words, darling.”
you whined. she was being so unfair, clearly enjoying the way you struggled to voice out what you wanted.
“i-i i want you to fuck me,” you whispered, your voice cracking at the curse word.
“that wasn’t so hard, was it baby?”
nayeon finally brought her hands down to your core, biting her lips at just how drenched you were. she circled your clit with a pressure that was barely there, still set on teasing you to the fullest extent.
“nayeon,” you groaned, throwing your head back in frustration.
she chose that exact moment to slip the length of her middle finger inside you. you reveled at the motion, a moan ripping out of you as your eyes rolled back.
“you like this, don’t you,” nayeon murmured, her fingers thrusting in and out of you at an impossibly fast pace. her long fingers reached places yours normally couldn’t reach, hitting against your g-spot with each pump.
you tried to reply, but all thoughts turned into mush as she entered a second digit. you cried out at the feeling of being completely full, your walls squeezing tight against her fingers.
your legs were wobbling from the intensity as she fucked you — nayeon wrapped one arm around your back, keeping you securely in place as she fingered you without mercy.
“you’re so fucking tight around my fingers,” nayeon groaned. you sobbed as she angled her thumb to rub against your clit with each thrust, the sensation too much but in a way that felt good.
nayeon’s thrusts turned faster and harder, and the slap of skin on skin filled the room, joined by the slick sounds of your pussy.
you were a moaning mess, incoherent strings of words and moans mixing together as you felt the familiar tight feeling forming in your lower abdomen.
“you’re close, aren’t you baby? you’re squeezing so tight i can barely move my fingers,” nayeon said, her voice low. she curled her fingers inside you, making you arch your back hard — if it weren’t for her tight grip on your body, you were sure you would’ve toppled over from the force. you writhed against her hand, trying to involuntarily squirm away from the intense abundance of pleasure.
“stay still,” nayeon warned as you bit back a loud moan. “or i’ll stop.”
you complied, feeling your body veer on the edge of breaking. you tried your best to stay still, simply just taking it as nayeon fucked you with force.
“i’m— i—” you whimpered loudly, trying to articulate how close you were.
“that’s it, baby. cum for me,” nayeon panted, her breath hot against your skin.
you came while screaming her name, your vision blacking out for a second. your legs shook from your climax. nayeon just held you as your body twitched, feeling dampness in her legs again as she watched you come undone, falling apart so pretty for her.
you were panting hard, trying to put oxygen back into your lungs, when you heard her manager call for her.
both you and nayeon froze, your heart speeding up at the sound: “nayeon-ah, we have to leave soon! they’re closing in ten.”
“fuck,” nayeon whispered against you, her eyes filled with both panic and disappointment. she wanted more time with you, to make you cum over and over until you didn’t know anything besides her name.
the two of you quickly got dressed, the room silent save for the rustling sounds of clothing being rushed to put on.
“thank you,” you whispered shyly when she had finished dressing. you stared at her foot as you said this, unable to meet her eyes.
she brought her index finger to your chin, bringing your face up to look at her. she just stared at you for a moment, her gaze unreadable. then, she pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before saying: “don’t forget your camera, baby. and i’ll have my driver take you home, darling. it’s pretty late now.”
you trailed behind her as she left the changing room, your fingers drifting to your lips. the ghost of the kiss lingered there, still warm and electric, thrumming through your mind like a secret you couldn’t quite shake.
—
you fell asleep the moment you entered the car with nayeon, your body tired and aching from exertion.
while you were deep asleep, nayeon grabbed the camera from your lap. she flicked through each photo, one by one, a smirk on her lips at just how many there were…
—
you woke up the next day, somehow having ended up in your bed. you had no memory of how you arrived home, or if this was even home at all.
you rubbed the sleep from your eyes as the familiar pattern of your bedsheets entered your view. you looked around the room, trying to gauge if you’d left any clues to yourself as to how you got back home.
all you knew was that it was way past morning — the sun was way too high in the sky — and that your legs ached.
when you turned your head to the nightstand, your camera stared at you, unblinking and impossibly still.
your cheeks immediately flushed red as you remembered the events of yesterday.
wait a minute — did yesterday even happen at all?
the only telltale sign was the ache between your legs, but that could easily be explained by the gym session you’d pushed through yesterday morning. you remembered that much, at least.
you quickly reached for your camera, heart pounding as you looked removed the SD card. you ran to grab your laptop and waited impatiently for the photos to load.
your heart dropped: the only photos you had were of nayeon on carpet, smiling and attempting to wink.
maybe the thing after the carpet event had been a dream after all — just your imagination running wild…
but there, as you scrolled all the way down, you saw it — the picture of nayeon mid-moan as she pleasured herself.
then, another photo: nayeon smiling into the camera in the car, a peace sign held up next to her face. except this time, there was a short caption under the selfie.
send me these later ;)
final note: LOL i have no ideas how cameras work (...) but thanks for reading !! (like can u even type captions on a camera 😭… i have nooo idea)
MY LITTLE VOYEUR (both Nayeon and also Lia🤨)
"from the beginning to the end, you can't close your eyes." -Nayeon
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dahmo fic plsssss 🙁🙁🙁
❝ THREE AGAINST ONE ❞
𑣲 pairing. hirai momo x kim dahyun
𑣲 content. fluff, established relationship and a little kissing
𑣲 word count. 691
summary. momo is supposed to leave—so why is dahyun making it so hard to go?
from jenn. this was inspired by momo’s bubble update where boo kept climbing into her suitcase while she was packing for tour!! i added dobby and dahyun in it since she happens to be on a hiatus—get well soon, dahyunnie 🤍
The living room was a disaster zone of open suitcases, folded outfits, and sweet snacks. Momo was kneeling on the carpet, trying to fit her favorite oversized hoodie into the corner of her luggage, but she was fighting a three front war.
On her left, Boo had successfully burrowed into her stack of airport outfits, his tail wagging against the side of the suitcase. On her right, Dobby was currently a warm, snoring weight across her lap, effectively pinning her to the floor.
And then there was the most difficult obstacle of all: Dahyun.
Dahyun was sitting on the sofa, her injured ankle propped up on a mountain of pillows, her eyes following Momo’s every move.
Momo let out a frustrated huff, trying to nudge Boo out of her stack of socks. “Boo, come on. I can’t bring you to North America in a carry-on. You’re too big now.”
Boo responded by letting out a stubborn huff of his own and burying his nose deeper into Momo’s favorite hoodie.
“See?” Dahyun’s voice was a soft teasing lilt. “Even Boo and Dobby know you’re leaving again.”
The heavy silence of the living room was shattered by the persistent buzz of Momo’s phone on the carpet. She didn’t even have to look at the screen to know it was the manager. The van was downstairs.
“I have to go,” Momo whispered, the words feeling like lead. She scrambled to her feet, accidentally waking a very confused Dobby, and began the chaos phase of packing. She shoved a pair of sunglasses into a side pocket, tossed a bag of panties and bras on top of her hoodies, and practically sat on the suitcase to get the zipper to close.
Dahyun didn’t move. She just leaned back and watched Momo fly around the room like a panicked butterfly.
“Passport? In-ears? Charger?” Dahyun ticked them off her fingers.
“Yes, yes, and—wait, where is my—never mind, found it!” Momo grabbed her handbag and rolled her luggage toward the door. She paused at the hand on the knob, looking back at the cozy scene she was leaving behind. “Okay. I’m going. I’ll call you when we land. Love you, Dahyun-ah!”
“Hey, that’s it? No goodbye kiss?”
Momo froze. She slowly turned around to see Dahyun pouting, her lower lip jutting out in a way that should be declared a national emergency.
Momo didn’t even hesitate. She abandoned her suitcase by the door and sprinted back across the living room, tripping over a dog toy before leaning over the sofa. She cupped Dahyun’s face and kissed her—soft at first, then deeper, a desperate attempt to memorize the taste of home before a month of hotel room service.
“Okay, now I really have to—” Momo started to pull away.
“One more,” Dahyun whispered, her fingers catching the belt loops of Momo’s jeans. “For the flight. In case of turbulence.”
Momo kissed her again, longer this time. Then she pulled back, breathless, and made it halfway to the door before Dahyun called out again.
“Momoring! You forgot the dogs!”
Momo let out a frustrated groan and turned back one last time. She knelt on the floor, pulling a sleepy Dobby into a hug and kissing the top of Boo’s head while he wagged his tail against her.
“Bye, bye.” Momo whispered into Boo’s soft fur. “Take care of Dahyun for me. Don’t let her walk on that ankle too much.”
She stood up and finally made it to the door.
“Go! Go!” Dahyun laughed, “Before manager unnie comes up here and drags you out herself!”
The door clicked shut and just like that, the apartment fell quiet.
No more Momo.
Dahyun stayed frozen for a second, still smiling at the door like Momo might burst back in and say she forgot something again.
She didn’t.
Boo trotted over immediately, hopping onto the couch beside her. Dobby followed, curling up against her other side.
Dahyun reached for Momo’s hoodie—the one Boo had been guarding earlier—still warm, still faintly smelling like her then her phone buzzed.
Momo: i’m still in the elevator and i already miss you :(
Dahyun: i miss you moree
Hii!
I've been looking through your fics and really like ur writing so I just wanna put a Namo request(I REALLY love them)
Can I pls get possessive g!p Nayeon x bottom Momo,Where Nayeon goes through some pics of Momo at the Miu Miu event(The one that happened this year) and she thinks Momo looks a little bit TOO good but gets jealous over the fact she's not the only one who can see her with that outfit so when Momo comes back Nayeon decides to show her who she belongs to(I really luv possessive/jealous Nayeon)
Take ur time while making the fic I don't really mind how long it takes anyways thank u💗
miu, miu, mine
g!p nayeon x bottom momo // smut
synopsis: nayeon gets jealous when she reads the lustful comments under momo’s miu miu pictures
author’s note: NAMO REQUEST YAYY — i had so much fun writing this omg 🥹 thank u fellow namo-fan :P i hope you like it !!
g!p, possessive nayeon, jealousy, nayeon yearns for momo while she’s gone, innocent momo, dirty talk, soft aftercare, namo <3
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nayeon was unusually bored.
with a rare week off, she should’ve been having lots of fun.
but with momo in paris, she found herself slumming around in their shared apartment, scrolling mindlessly through her phone.
she scrolled past a ‘cute cats’ compilation video and let out a soft laugh. when the next post came into view, she shot up from the couch.
an impossibly wide grin encompassed her face at the sight of momo, posing for pictures at her miu miu event.
then… her jaw dropped.
nayeon didn’t know how long she spent staring at that single picture of momo. she couldn’t wrap her head around just how good the younger girl looked.
momo’s hair, which she had recently dyed, looked so perfect on her — the caramel color helped accentuate her choice of outfit, which was an extremely short brown dress. her signature bangs framed her face, and her look was topped with a pretty leather handbag.
momo looked like a living doll, standing so cutely on the carpet. a small smile was across her face, one that made nayeon’s heart swell.
momo looked so good. too good, even. nayeon’s eyes dropped again to the end of momo’s dress.
she hoped the japanese girl was wearing something under — the dress looked impossibly short, so short to the point that if the wind blew just a bit, the hem would lift with ease.
the nature of the dress and the look on momo’s face was a stark contrast. she swallowed hard in an effort to dissipate all her inappropriate thoughts.
as an attempt to distract herself, nayeon clicked on the comments, wondering what onces thought about momo’s carpet look.
the comments were… what she was expecting but also not.
she’s unreal
our momorin looks so pretty!
she’s so pretty
nayeon couldn’t help but roll her eyes at some of the comments. marry me momo? nayeon scoffed at the absurdity of the comment.
she felt her blood boil when she read the further comments.
im her boyfriend btw
i’d do anything for a girl like that
men. she felt the urge to reply to every single comment, wanting to point out just how wrong they were. she hated the way they talked, unfiltered and bold as if they were the ones who owned momo.
nayeon went down a spiral, reading every single comment that was attached to posts about momo’s miu miu look. some made her laugh, but most made her stomach clench in an uncomfortable way.
momo looked too good, and it seemed that everyone knew it.
nayeon scrolled endlessly through twitter, instagram, and naver, wanting to punch something at every lustful comment.
at one point, her fully charged phone died — she had to run to her room to grab a charger before continuing her spiral.
when the screen blinked back to life, nayeon didn’t even give her phone a second to load. she went back to it, her thumb moving almost aggressively, as if she was trying to outrun the crawling feeling under her skin.
more posts. more pictures. more comments.
she told herself she’d stop after the next one… but she didn’t
she’s mine back off everyone
nayeon cursed the username under her breath, her grip on her phone tightening slightly.
“like fucking hell she is,” she muttered, scrolling further away.
whoever she’s dating is the luckiest man alive
that one made her pause. luckiest man? her jaw set — she didn’t even realize she’d stopped breathing for a second until she exhaled sharply through her nose.
“you don’t even know her,” she mumbled, as if the comment could hear her. the next comment read:
imagine coming home to her everyday… holy shit
“oh, you’re funny,” she said flatly, but her stomach twisted anyway.
it was stupid. they were just comments — random people, random men, all saying random things.
then why did she feel so angry?
she clicked open another post. the momo in the photo smiled softly at her, glowing effortlessly like she always did. nayeon stared for a while, dazed. her expression softened for half a second before tightening again when she glanced at the replies.
momo come home with me. i’ll show you just how beautiful you are 😉
nayeon’s eyes narrowed.
“are they insane?” she muttered, sitting up straighter. her chest felt tighten again, irritation bubbling up faster now.
she jumped when her phone started vibrating — someone was calling her.
“nayeon! i know you’re doing nothing at home since momo’s gone, so jihyo and i were wondering if you wanted to go out tonight! i—”
“sorry im busy with something.”
nayeon didn’t even recognize her voice. it was lower than usual, laced with frustration and something else.
“you are? i know you’re just lying on your couch right now,” jeongyeon said a bit suspiciously.
nayeon quickly looked down to herself. yup — that was exactly what she was doing.
“im— uh doing some deep cleaning. our apartment’s kind of dirty. sorry! maybe next time. bye!”
nayeon quickly ended the call, needing to go back to looking at momo’s pictures.
…and that’s exactly how she spent the next few hours — obsessing over momo’s miu miu photos and reading the comments.
sure, she felt a little insane but for some reason, she felt obligated to. it was as if seeing the photos of momo from every single angle made her superior to those stupid men and stupid comments.
at one point, nayeon couldn’t resist the urge to text the japanese girl. she probably wouldn’t reply — she tended to ghost everyone when busy with work, but it was worth a shot.
the text read ‘momoring i miss u :( come home soon.’
to no surprise, there was no response. nayeon sighed, suddenly feeling very alone in the big apartment. she couldn’t wait for momo to come home… which would be in approximately twenty hours.
twenty hours.
—
nayeon’s phone suddenly buzzed with a notification. momo had posted on instagram.
nayeon quickly unlocked her phone, navigating to momo’s instagram page. she stared at each photo for at least a minute — her momo was so beautiful.
momo had replied to her text as well: ‘unnie, i miss you too! i should be back in 12 hours :D see you then!”
twelve hours.
she could wait. nayeon shut her phone off and set it to the side. she closed her eyes, trying to imagine momo’s presence. she already knew what she’d do as soon as the younger girl arrived home.
—
nayeon stared impatiently at the door. she had done everything to distract herself, all from organizing her enormous closet to going on a short walk near han river.
she had eventually settled back home, her foot tapping impatiently against the wooden floor. her entire body felt restless.
any minute now, her momo would open the door, and the smell of her flower perfume would flood the apartment.
about 10 minutes later, the door clicked open. nayeon nearly jumped up in relief.
“unnie, i’m home! i missed you so much! i got a box of those french macarons that you like so much—”
momo barely had any time to set the box down.
nayeon crossed the room in a matter of mere seconds.
“momo.”
there was something different in the way nayeon said her name. it was so raw and tight that it made momo blink.
“unnie? what’s wro–”
nayeon didn’t even let the girl finish. she closed the space between them, wrapping her arms tightly around momo’s neck. nayeon’s lips connected to momo’s, the kiss immediate, firm, and desperate.
momo froze for half a second before melting into it. her initial surprise faded into softness, her free hand instinctively clutching nayeon’s shirt.
nayeon’s lips moved almost too fast for momo to adjust, her tongue exploring every inch of momo’s mouth. momo whimpered quietly when nayeon bit down on her lip, the sensation both new and pleasurable.
when they finally pulled apart, momo’s cheeks were flushed red, her eyes wide.
“unnie…?” she whispered, her breath uneven. “what was that for?”
nayeon exhaled, her face still close to momo’s.
“i saw the photos you posted on instagram. and your red carpet photos.”
“oh,” momo tilted her head, confused. “did you not like them?”
nayeon laughed darkly at that — poor momo had no idea.
“i liked them. i liked them too much,” nayeon muttered, her hand moving up to cup momo’s jaw. “so did everyone else.”
“really?” momo lit up visibly. “they did?”
an incredulous look flashed across nayeon’s face.
“don’t lie, momo. you knew what you were doing, didn’t you?”
“huh…? doing what?”
nayeon ignored her question.
“have you seen the comments?”
“o-only a few,” momo stuttered, unsure of what nayeon was trying to hint at. “they said they liked my hair.” a small smile formed on momo’s lips as she recalled the comment.
“do you know,” nayeon paused to stare straight into momo’s eyes, “what some of the comments said?”
“what did they say?” momo’s voice was full of curiosity and naïvety.
“they were all lusting after you, thinking about how fuckable you looked.”
momo gasped at the use of nayeon’s language.
“they were drooling after you, throwing themselves at you like they had a chance. which they fucking don’t because you’re mine, right baby?”
momo nodded immediately.
“good girl,” nayeon purred. she latched her lips to the base of momo’s throat, trailing slow kisses up her neck. “either way, i’m going to make sure you never forget.”
“how?” momo whispered, though she had a feeling she knew.
“im going to fuck you senseless until all you can remember is my name,” nayeon promised. she grabbed momo’s wrist and brought it down to the noticeable tent in her pants.
“look what you did,” nayeon murmered, smirking at how flustered momo got when she made contact with her hard-on.
“unnie,” momo whimpered. she squeezed her legs tight, her eyes glued to the way her hand rested over nayeon’s obvious print.
nayeon led momo to the couch — the very same one where she had desperately waited for the japanese girl to return.
“take off everything and lay down on the couch, baby.”
momo quickly stripped, gasping a little when she laid down on the cool leather couch. nayeon stared blatantly at the sight in front of her, her eyes wandering all over momo’s body.
“you look so fucking pretty like that, lying down with your pussy dripping.”
nayeon slid off her pants, her cock springing up to her abdomen. she positioned herself on top of the younger girl, teasing the tip of her dick against momo’s dripping entrance.
then, without any sort of warning, nayeon shoved all her inches inside momo, slipping inside with ease. momo mewled as she felt nayeon bottom out, filling her up all the way.
momo’s hands grasped the side of the couch as nayeon started to pound into her. momo couldn’t stop moaning at the feeling of her tight little pussy getting stretched out.
“what would they think,” nayeon grunted, “if they saw you like this, taking my cock so well.”
nayeon’s hand roamed all over the japanese girl’s body as she fucked her at a relentless pace, traveling from her chest to her abs.
“so pretty and all mine,” nayeon groaned — momo was so tight around her, squeezing her cock with a vice-like grip.
nayeon’s hands eventually settled back onto momo’s chest. she couldn’t help but bite her lip at the way they bounced with each hard thrust. momo threw her head back when nayeon pinched her nipples, her back arching into the couch. momo’s pretty moans filled the apartment living room, the sound raw and uncontrolled.
“unnie unngh it’s so deep,” momo whimpered, her brows drawn in together.
“i know baby, it feels good doesn’t it?”
momo could only nod because moans kept spilling out of her lips — she was hardly in a state to form coherent words.
nayeon lowered her other hand to momo’s clit, rubbing the sensitive bud with her thumb. momo’s moans went higher in pitch — every sensitive part of her was being touched.
“mmmh f-fuck, unnie— i think im close.”
momo could barely keep her eyes open, her eyelids feeling too heavy from the overload of pleasure.
“then cum for me baby,” nayeon panted, her thumb moving even faster against momo’s clit. momo squirmed under the touch, squeezing hard around nayeon’s base.
“unng unnie!” momo screamed as she came, her body shuddering as she reached her climax.
the sight of momo’s eyes rolling back, her back arching hard into the leather couch was enough to send nayeon over the edge. with one final thrust, nayeon came inside momo, filling her up with her seed.
“unnie,” momo whimpered, the sound breathless.
nayeon pulled out slowly, watching as her cum leaked out of momo’s pussy. it dribbled onto the couch, making a mess.
“you’re mine,” nayeon whispered before pressing a light kiss to momo’s lips. “i missed you so much, momo.”
“i missed you too, unnie.”
the way that momo looked at her made her heart flutter.
“and thank you for the macarons, momo.” nayeon laughed as she kissed the younger girl again. “let’s get you cleaned up.”
—
after a much needed shower, the two of them lay tangled in nayeon’s sheets, legs brushing every time one of them shifted. they laughed, voices soft as they traded stories about the two days they’d spent apart.
“you spent how many hours reading comments?” momo burst out laughing, rolling onto her side and grabbing nayeon’s arm.
“shhhh,” nayeon huffed, but she was smiling, her cheeks a little warm as she nudged the japanese girl. “i was just curious, okay?”
momo’s laughter lingered longer than nayeon expected, dissolving into little giggles even after she tried to stop. nayeon watched her for a second — the crinkle of her eyes and the way she hid her smile in the blanket — before reaching over to tap her shoulder.
“can you pass my phone?” she mumbled, pointing lazily to the nightstand.
momo passed it over without question, still smiling to herself. nayeon unlocked it, and after a second of hesitation, opened instagram. she left a quick comment on momo’s post:
pretty momoring
a quiet ding sounded from somewhere in the mess of blankets. momo blinked, then reached around until she found her phone. she lit up immediately at the notification.
“ah,” she grinned, her thumbs already moving.
she sent her reply just as quickly — ‘thank you, unnie 🩷’ — before tossing her phone aside again like it didn’t matter at all.
because it didn’t, not when she could curl closer to nayeon. momo tucked herself against nayeon’s side, sighing contentedly.
and even though nayeon would never say it out loud, she felt a quiet smugness. because no matter how many comments momo got, hers was the only one momo answered.
The NaMo fic should be up this week! So sorry for the delay everybody.. I’ve been swamped in work and there has been so much going on at home too zzz🙂↕️ Still we try HAHA damn istg I can’t even be there for myself this week but I tried to be there for others which was a slap in the face itself🥲 Well we learn and we grow I guess. Emotions are a scary thing lol…
just a game
playgirl tzuyu x unpopular f!reader // fluff & angst
synopsis: playgirl tzuyu wants reader as her next fling but realizes that she’s not as easy as everyone else. somewhere along trying to get reader in bed, tzuyu falls hard for reader but messes it up.
author’s note: this was so fun to writeeee — i wrote it in one go haha :P thanks for the req!
playgirl tzuyu, pretty angsty, happy ending tho, tzuyu initially wants to get reader in bed, eventually falls in love, fluff fluff
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the first time tzuyu notices you, it’s not because you’re trying.
everyone else around her always does — they laugh a little louder when she walks by, fix their hair, whisper to their friends. some are bold enough to flirt with her outright, while others just hope that she looks their way.
she usually does, and she gets bored just as fast. but you, you don’t even look up when she passes by, your head stuck in a book as you walk.
tzuyu glances back at you again, tilting her head in slight confusion and annoyance.
—
late afternoon sunlight spills across the tables. the library is filled with the quiet sound of pages turning and keyboards clicking. tzuyu isn’t there to study — not really. she’s only here because her friends dragged her along, saying something about how she should try to be productive for once.
tzuyu’s ignoring their conversation — something about thermodynamics — and scans the library, looking for something more interesting to invest her time in. her eyes eventually land on you.
you’re tucked in the corner, wired headphones on, completely focused. there’s a notebook in front of you filled with your neat handwriting. your pen moves quickly like you’re trying to catch up with your own thoughts, filling each line quickly.
you don’t notice her or how she’s looking at you, even when she continues to stare. you don’t budge, not even when one of her friends follows her gaze and nudges her.
“tzu,” nayeon whispers, leaning a little closer to the taiwanese. “who are you staring at?”
tzuyu doesn’t answer right away. she watches you flip a page, frown a little, and then tap your pen against your lips in thought.
“...no one,” tzuyu says finally, her tone a little too casual for someone who's been caught blatantly staring.
nayeon hums, unconvinced. she glances back and forth between you and tzuyu. “right.”
it’s not unusual for her to stare at people. she does it all the time — quick assessments of who’s watching her, who wants her attention, who might be interesting for a while. it’s easy and always predictable, but you’re not. you don’t even look back at her.
“didn’t expect her to be your type,” nayeon quips, not looking up from her textbook. tzuyu finally looks away.
“she’s not my type,” she says, but the words sound weak even to her. tzuyu’s eyes drift back immediately, like a magnet to your frame. you’ve switched tasks now, pulling out a computer from your backpack. you position the device on your thighs, typing away at something on your screen.
tzuyu exhales slowly, resting her chin lightly on her hand. “who is she?” she asks before she can stop herself. nayeon smiles immediately, putting down her textbook to look at the younger girl.
“thought you weren’t interested.”
“im not,” tzuyu replies, albeit a bit too quickly. “i’ve just never seen her before,” she says quietly. nayeon hums.
“different crowd.”
“yeah,” tzuyu murmurs. she looks back at you one last time before facing the other way.
—
she sees you again the next day. and the day after that.
it’s nowhere dramatic — in hallways, classes, or the courtyard. it’s always the same thing. you’re in your own world, talking to a small group of friends of sitting alone, completely unaffected by everything happening around you.
completely unaffected by her. it’s new, and even a little annoying.
—
by the end of the week, tzuyu’s already decided.
“im going to talk to her.”
“finally,” jeongyeon mutters. “you’ve been following her around all week, tzu.”
“i say it’ll last a week,” nayeon adds. “maybe two, if she’s feeling generous.”
tzuyu rolls her eyes. “you’re both annoying.”
but she’s smiling, because in her mind, this is simple — it always is.
—
the first time tzuyu approaches you, it’s deliberate. you’re by your locker, halfway through grabbing your books when someone leans against the one next to yours — almost too close.
“you always look this focused,” tzuyu says with an easy grin, like she’s continuing a conversation you never started. you pause. you slowly look up, and for the first time, you actually see her. there’s a flicker of recognition, sure. everyone on campus knows who she is. but that’s it — there’s not even a hint of fluster, excitement, or immediate interest.
just a small polite “...hi?”
tzuyu blinks once, then twice. your reaction is subtle, but it throws her off more than she expects. most people react, but you don’t. that’s fine, she’ll just have to adjust her strategy a bit. she leans in just a little more, her smile sharpening just slightly.
“hi,” she echoes. “are you going to tell me your name, or do i have to guess?”
you hesitate a little before answering. when you do, it’s simple and straightforward. there’s no attempt to impress her in even the slightest amount or any nerves in your voice. it’s almost as if you don’t really care who she is.
—
from that moment on, it becomes a game for tzuyu. at least, that’s what she tells herself. she’s going to get you to fall for her no matter what, no matter how long it takes. she starts showing up in your line of view more often. she sits right next to you in class even when there are plenty of seats, steals your pen just to see your reaction, and leans over your shoulder to ‘read’ your notes.
“you write a lot,” she comments one day after looking over your shoulder. you don’t react in the way she wants you to.
“i like to”
“why?”
you shrug. “why not.”
that’s all you say — there’s no elaboration or any attempt on your side to continue the conversation.
“are you not curious?” she questions suddenly.
“about what?” you ask, scribbling something in your notebook.
“about me.”
that finally gets your attention. you glance at her, studying her face for a bit before answering. “i already know who you are.” you say it like a fact, as if there’s nothing interesting about her.
—
“she’s interesting,” tzuyu says to her friends as she scrolls through her phone. nayeon snorts at that.
“that’s new. you usually go for the easy ones.”
“well i can go for easy if i want to,” tzuyu replies, defensive for a reason she doesn’t know.
“so then what’s your plan?” jihyo asks. tzuyu smirks, her confidence back in place.
“the usual.”
she’ll flirt and charm you, making you laugh at all her jokes. she’ll get close, get what she wants, then leave, right before it gets complicated.
—
you don’t let her in easily. all your answers to her questions are blunt, simple, almost always answered in a few words. they’re vague and frustrating, making it impossible for her to keep her movie-star smile.
“do you like ice cream?” tzuyu asks spontaneously as soon as class ends. she looking at you with her dimple showing.
“who doesn’t,” you say as you pack your belongings, double-checking to make sure you haven’t forgot anything.
“let’s go get some, then. my treat,” tzuyu loops her arms around yours and drags you across campus.
you don’t say anything, but you let yourself be dragged by her. a small smile forms on your lips when she starts rambling about what flavor to get.
“what about you?” she asks, waiting for your answer.
“you’ll see.”
—
“you always get chocolate,” tzuyu observes after your fifth outing for ice cream after class. “do you never get adventurous? i always pick different flavors.”
“i know. but chocolate’s so perfect,” you say. your answers have gotten somewhat longer. tzuyu grins pleasantly, taking another lick of her cone. at least it isn’t like she’s talking to herself anymore.
—
tzuyu starts asking you more questions, taking you out to lunches and even dinners. she asks you everything and nothing, just to hear your thoughts.
you answer honestly and straight to the point, until you don’t — your answers get longer. you get excited about certain questions, sometimes rambling on for a full minute before you get quiet again. you even find yourself rolling your eyes at some of her questions, a soft laugh slipping from your lips.
tzuyu finds herself actually listening. she waits patiently for your answers, laughing at your jokes as you make conversation. talking to you isn’t just a tactic anymore — it’s fun.
her friends begin to notice, how a smile stays on her lips long after the two of you hang out.
“uh oh, our tzuyu’s smitten,” nayeon teases.
“im not!” tzuyu snaps, but even as she says it, her mind wanders to the way you laughed at lunch earlier.
it’s supposed to be a game — just for fun. she’s supposed to get you in bed, then leave. but now that she’s learning more about you… the less she wants to leave. every laugh, every glance, every honest thing you share about yourself chips at her plan. she doesn’t even realize it, but tzuyu feels herself falling for you, falling into the mess she’s made for herself.
–
the music is too loud. it pounds against the walls of the house, the bass vibrating through the floor. voices blend into something messy and indistinct. you shouldn’t be here — you knew that the second you walked in through the door — but your friend dragged you along, saying how much fun it would be. you’re stuck standing in a corner by yourself, nursing a drink that resembles cough syrup.
you’re halfway through deciding whether or not you should leave when you hear your name.
“...seriously? her?”
there’s a laugh, a familiar one. you don’t mean to listen, but your name cuts through everything else.
“i mean i get it,” one of the other girls say. “she’s… different. but you? that’s a new low, tzuyu. i doubt she’s even good in bed.”
your chest tightens. you don’t think you should be hearing this.
“oh please,” tzuyu laughs. “it’s not that deep. i was just bored,” she adds. “thought i’d try something new.”
you freeze, your brain struggling to process the newfound information. the words hit all at once and sink in slowly, like ice spreading through your chest.
she was bored. you were just something new.
you don’t wait to hear more.
—
the next few days are quiet, but not the peaceful kind. it’s empty and cold, in a numb way. you avoid her at all costs. you take different hallways, attend different lectures, and stare solely at the floor when you eventually cross paths with her.
one day, she seeks you out in a different class. she sits next to you and listens to the lecture for a class she’s not even in, her hands trying to find yours. she speaks softer than usual to you, trying to get you to say anything. when that doesn’t work, she resorts to leaving you frequent texts, none of which you answer.
but eventually, she stops trying. and it hurts more than you want to admit.
—
you don’t know why you went to the bar. hell, you can barely even handle alcohol. maybe it was to prove that you don’t care or maybe because staying alone in your dorm felt worse. either way, it was a mistake.
“you again?”
you look up to see them — the same girls that tzuyu was talking to at the party that night — the ones with smiles that never quite reach their eyes.
one of them takes a swig of her drink. “didn’t think you’d show your face after that.” a few of them laugh at that.
your grip tightens around your cup. “im just here to hang out.”
“yeah?” another girl steps closer to you. “with who?”
you don’t answer, and they laugh even harder.
“back off.” the voice cuts clean through the soft murmurs of the bar. you turn, and there she is. her hair’s slightly messy, but her eyes are sharper than you’ve ever seen them. there’s a glass in her hand, half-empty, but her focus is locked entirely on the group of girls.
“seriously?” one of them scoffs. “you’re still doing this?”
tzuyu steps forward.
“fuck off,” she says firmly despite the slight slur at the edges. one of the girls rolls her eyes but they all exchange looks before backing off. they leave the bar, muttering something under their breaths.
—
for a moment, it’s just the two of you. you don’t know what to say, and it seems like neither does she.
up close, you can see it — the flush of her cheeks and the way her body sways just slightly.
“she shouldn’t have said that,” tzuyu mumbles, not quite meeting your eyes.
you let out a slow breath. “you said it first.”
she flinches — just barely — but you catch it. “...yeah i did.”
the silence stretches for a while.
you sigh. “you should go home, tzuyu. you’re drunk.”
“no im not.”
“yes, you are,” you say. there’s another pause before she speaks again.
“can you… can you walk me home?” her voice is smaller than before.
—
the night air is cooler and quieter. you walk besides her, close enough to catch her when she stumbles — which is more often than you’d expected. neither of you talk much, but the silence feels different this time.
it feels heavier.
—
her dorm is dark when you enter. her roommate — dahyun — must still be out somewhere.
you help her inside, guiding her to sit on the edge of her bed. she exhales and runs a hand through her hair before focusing her gaze on you.
“you didn’t have to do that,” she says.
“i know.”
there’s another quiet beat.
“y/n, i messed up.” it’s so blunt, so unlike her, that it makes your chest ache. you stare at her, unsure of how to respond.
she swallows audibly, her fingers toying with the hem of her shirt.
“at first… yeah. i just—” she lets out a weak laugh. “i thought you’d be like everyone else. easy. fun. no strings.”
your jaw tightens.
“but then you—” she shakes her head. “you weren’t like anyone else. you didn’t care who i was. you— you just talked to me.”
her voice softens. “and i liked it. i liked you.”
her confession hurts, a little worse than before.
“then why would you say that?” you ask quietly, afraid to look at her.
her eyes flicker with something raw. “because i was scared. i don’t do this,” she admits, as if it’s something shameful. “i don’t catch feelings. i don’t — fall for people. everyone kept point it out, and i don’t know, i just panicked.”
she continues with a shaky breath. “so i just said the easiest thing to get out. the stupidest thing.” she looks at you fully. “i didn’t mean it, y/n. i mean, i did at first. but not after. not after i started really liking you.”
“i don’t know how to fix it,” she continues. “and then when you stopped talking to me, i realized i didn’t just ruin a fling— i ruined…” she trails off. “something real.”
the room feels too small, like you’re being choked with unsaid words.
“why are you telling me this now?” you ask. she lets out a breath that almost sounds like a laugh.
“because, y/n, i think about you all the time,” she admits. “i hate it and i love it. i don’t know what to do with it.” tzuyu bites her lower lip. “i love you.”
the words hang in the air. you step close before you can overthink it. you connect your lips to hers, and her breath catches. you hold onto her, and she presses her mouth against yours softly. the kiss is slow and desperate before you eventually break it off for air.
“im still mad at you,” you say quietly.
“i know,” tzuyu pouts a little.
“but i don’t want to ignore you anymore.”
something in her expression softens entirely. she kisses you again, pressing her lips firmer. she holds onto your face, holding you as if you’re the most fragile thing on the planet.
—
a few days later, you’re sitting with tzuyu’s friends. you can feel their gazes on you, how their curiosity is barely contained. tzuyu sits right next to you, unusually quiet. under the table, her hand finds yours.
she shyly introduces you to her friends, saying each other their names. when she glances at you, it’s soft and filled with love.
across the table, someone snorts. “took you long enough, tzu.”
hii I just found ur misamo fic and it's so so good I had no clue I needed a fic like that
If you don't mind, could I request a smut mohyo fic? Any dynamic I just love mohyo lol
If not it's totally cool no pressure! ;>
champagne
nerd momo x popular mean girl jihyo // smut
synopsis: jihyo’s never had any interest in momo — until she came to a party in a skimpy dress, drawing all of sana’s attention
author’s note: sorry it took so long to write this </3 mohyooo
dom jihyo, sub momo, jealous jihyo, innocent momo, kind of haters to lovers, one night stand, momo has 0 experience, mean jihyo, praise kink
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momo slammed hard into a solid body, her books scattering all over the floor.
“oh my god! i-im so sorry!” momo yelped. she looked up to see who it was she’d run into.
of course, it was jihyo, the most popular girl in the school who for some reason hated her guts.
“ugh, watch where you’re going for fuck’s sake.” a scowl was on her lips.
“i’m so sorry,” momo apologized again, feeling her cheeks heat up. jihyo scoffed as if she was the most pathetic thing in the world and walked away without another word, stepping on one of momo’s books on the way.
the japanese girl sighed. she crouched down to collect her books, her glasses slightly askew on the bridge of her nose.
—
momo always sat in the front of the class — it was easiest to learn when the teacher was right in front of her. her nose was currently buried in a book, waiting for class to start.
from behind her, she heard her name and a series of giggles following it. there was more shuffling behind her before she felt a hand tap her shoulder. momo quickly turned around, surprised that the hand belonged to sana minatozaki. a wide smile was on the girl’s face and she held out a small envelope.
“there’s going to be a party at my house tonight if you want to come,” she said sweetly. momo just stared at her. why would the most popular group bother inviting her to some party? when sana didn’t immediately laugh in her face, momo realized that she should at least say something.
“uh– i– thanks. i’ll t-think about it,” momo stumbled through her words. she nervously tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before shyly reaching out to grab the invitation.
sana beamed another bright smile at her before skipping off to where everyone else was sitting. momo cautiously looked over to the group, her heart drumming in her chest when she caught jihyo’s gaze. the girl had an unreadable expression on her face, though she quickly turned around when she caught momo looking at her.
“there’s no fucking way that hirai momo will come,” jeongyeon whispered into jihyo’s ear. jihyo stole another glance at the japanese girl in front who had already returned to reading her book.
“she better not. why are you inviting her anyways, sana?”
“i don’t know, won’t it be so funny if she actually decides to come?” sana covered her mouth to stifle her giggle. “and who knows, maybe we’ll see her wear something besides that monsters inc hoodie.”
—
momo was pacing in front of her dresser. for some reason, she had decided to go to sana’s party. it was a friday night after all, and she had already finished all her homework during lunch. but… maybe that was to change if she couldn’t find anything decent to wear.
“what do people even wear to parties?” she muttered to herself, grimacing at the bright floral dress in her hands.
“momo, what about this?” her sister barged into her room with a short black dress, the one with an impossibly low neckline. momo blushed immediately at the thought of wearing it.
“i couldn’t! it’s too…” she trailed off, still shaking her head no. her sister just laughed.
“at least try it on first.”
—
the fabric of the dress seemed to cling to every curve of her body. it also brought a lot of unwanted attention to her… chest area.
“see, isn’t it perfect?” her sister clapped her hands.
“uh i-i don’t know…” momo turned around to inspect the back of her dress and immediately yelped. it did very little to cover anything — she could basically see the cheeky parts of her ass every time she moved.
“well, if we don’t go now, you won’t have anyone to drive you. i have somewhere to be by 11.”
momo looked at herself hesitantly in the mirror before nodding. “okay, i guess this is fine. i mean it’s kind of—” she blushed as she thought of the word to describe herself in the dress.
—
the japanese girl nervously tugged her dress lower. the house in front of her was huge — almost the size of a mansion.
“have fun!” her sister called before speeding off to her date. momo nervously walked in through the double french doors. loud bass resonated throughout the walls and she could already see the empty cups of alcohol stationed around the house.
“hey! there’s drinks over—” sana greeted her enthusiastically before trailing off. “hirai momo?!” sana’s eyes widened, her voice pitching up a few octaves.
“oh— u-uh hi. thanks for inviting me,” momo said nervously, her cheeks heating up at the way sana’s gaze dragged itself all over her body.
“wow, you look great,” sana practically purred, her voice now taking on a sultry tone. “here, come this way.” sana put a hand on her lower back under the guise of leading her to the living room area.
“guys, look who came,” sana said as she wrapped an arm around momo’s waist. jihyo’s jaw dropped at the sight in front of her. she hadn’t expected momo to come at all, let alone wearing that. jihyo’s eyes narrowed at the way sana clung tightly to the blushing girl.
“nice dress, hirai,” jeongyeon whistled. momo shyly ducked her head in thanks.
once everyone had made small talk, sana led momo to the bar, claiming that she would make her a really good drink.
“since when did sana have the hots for momo?” jihyo slurred to jeongyeon, feeling a bit of unease at the way momo laughed at something sana said. jeongyeon just shrugged, taking a long swig of the drink in her hands.
jihyo’s eyes blatantly gazed at momo’s backside — she’d never known that momo’s figure looked like that from all the baggy clothing she wore. she could see the smiles of her ample cheeks from all the way over at the couches and the smallest sliver of her underwear from how short the dress was.
she could see the way sana’s hands slid even lower, close enough that her palm was over momo’s ass. momo seemed oblivious to sana’s passes, still talking excitedly about something. her hands were moving as she continued to speak, naïve the way sana eyed her cleavage from above.
jihyo stood up and sauntered over to the bar area. “sana,” jihyo interrupted cooly, making the two girls stare up at her. “i think mina’s looking for you.”
sana gave a confused look, scanning her eyes through the crowd. “i’ll be right back,” she whispered into momo’s ear before excusing herself quickly.
now that momo was alone with jihyo, she turned quiet again, her gaze down at the colorful drink in her hands.
“i didn’t think you’d be one to drink,” jihyo said smoothly. momo looked at her again in surprise.
“o-oh i don’t. i’m just holding it in my hand because s-sana gave it to me.” momo set the cup down on the table and shuffled awkwardly.
it turned quiet again.
“so,” jihyo cleared her throat. “you and sana a thing?”
momo’s eyes turned comically wide at her words. “w-what?!” she sputtered, shaking her head avidly. “we’re not! i m-mean she seems nice but i don’t really know her, so…”
jihyo hummed thoughtfully. “if that’s the case then, why don’t you follow me real quick?” the tanned girl grabbed onto momo’s wrist and dragged her upstairs through the crowds of people.
—
“w-what are we doing here?” momo asked breathlessly. jihyo locked the door behind them, leaving the only source of light to be the moon that shone in through the curtains.
“lay on the bed, momo,” jihyo said. her voice was unlike any that momo had heard before — it was smooth and velvety, not laced with the usual frustration or disdain in her tone.
“i– okay.” momo slipped off her heels and laid on the bed, looking expectantly at jihyo with wide eyes. “what do you want me to—”
jihyo crashed her lips onto momo’s, pressing her body on top of the other girl. momo froze for a second before trying her best to reciprocate the kiss. she could taste the bitterness of alcohol on jihyo’s tongue.
“you’ve never done anything like this before, have you?” jihyo panted as she broke the kiss. momo just looked up at her, her eyes half-lidded with lust and innocence at the same time.
“no n-never.”
“well let me teach you, baby,” jihyo slurred, looking adamantly at the girl under her. “that okay?”
momo nodded, biting back a whimper when jihyo pressed her palm against her clothed core.
“good girl. let’s get this slutty dress off you, hmm? i can’t believe you fucking wore this to a party.”
jihyo pulled the body-tight dress off of her, biting her lips when she realized that momo wasn’t wearing any sort of bra.
“fuck,” jihyo whispered as she squeezed momo’s breasts together. momo squirmed under her touch — she’d never been touched like this outside of her imagination. jihyo rubbed her thumbs against momo’s nipples, toying with them until they became hard under her touch.
“you know everyone was looking at you right? especially sana,” jihyo said, her touches becoming a bit rougher as she mentioned sana. soft moans escaped momo’s lips as jihyo continued to knead her chest.
“i didn’t know,” momo eventually whispered. she tried to push jihyo’s hands lower, needing her touches elsewhere.
jihyo scoffed and stopped her movements, making momo whine. “you’re telling me you came to this party wearing barely anything and you didn’t fucking know what you were doing?”
momo’s eyes remained closed, her mind to foggy with pleasure. “jihyo please, i d-don’t know. please touch me.”
jihyo bit back a laugh. for someone who kept her head in a book all day, momo was surprisingly touch-starved. she dragged a long finger over momo’s clothed core, finding the flimsy piece of clothing already soaked in its entirety. momo squirmed and twisted at even the smallest touches — it made jihyo feel somewhat smug to relish in the fact that she was the first one to ruin momo like this, to touch her in her most private places.
when she thought she’d teased momo enough, she finally removed her underwear. jihyo drew light circles into momo’s clit, smirking as the japanese elicited a loud moan. then, without any sort of warning, jihyo shoved her middle finger inside momo — she was wet enough that her finger slid in easily.
“you’re so tight,” jihyo groaned. momo’s walls squeezed around her finger so tightly, and jihyo could even feel her arousal dripping around her hand as she continued to pump in and out.
“o-oh god— feels so good,” momo whimpered. moans continued to spill out of her lips in the pace that jihyo hit against her g-spot.
“yeah, that’s it baby. you’re taking me so good,” jihyo cooed as momo continued to moan uncontrollably, her body squirming from the new sensations of pleasure. momo’s hips lifted as soon as the praise left jihyo’s mouth.
“you like that, don’t you?”
“mmmh it feels so good,” momo cried out, her hips arching into the bed. all she could focus on was the feeling of jihyo’s finger going in and out of her dripping hole, filling her up with a sensation she didn’t know she was missing.
“i know baby, you’re doing so good for me. such a good girl,” jihyo praised as she sped up her hand.
“jihyo,” momo gasped. “i think i’m—” the japanese girl’s moans became higher pitched, her thighs beginning to shake.
jihyo pumped even harder until momo’s eyes rolled back to her head. momo grabbed on tightly to the sheets as she climaxed, a string of loud curses falling from her lips. jihyo took her fingers drenched with momo’s juices and sucked them clean, moaning a little at the taste.
“oh my god,” momo whispered as her eyes fluttered open. she could still feel the way her core pulsed and the way her heart drummed loudly in her ears. jihyo was looking over at her with a smirk, a satisfactory look in her eyes.
“let’s get you dressed, baby.”
—
“hey where were you guys?” sana questioned. she couldn’t help but notice how flustered momo looked and how she walked with a slight limp to her leg. momo’s face grew even more pink at the question, looking anywhere but sana’s eyes.
“i was just helping her meet new people,” jihyo said quickly, wrapping an arm around momo to keep her steady. “i think she just got too excited.”
sana stared between the two of them. “sure looks like that,” she muttered.
Crashing out writing my own fic tbh.... But is it really a good fic if the writer themselves are not hurting first LOLLLL
"She reads people better than anyone ever will read her. Better than I ever will in this lifetime."
"Every fortune teller we have went to said she has the energy and aura of the sun, that's why she's so bright. I like that. I've read somewhere that the sun is self-consuming, and that it will eventually burn itself out after years of burning itself for the sustenance of others.... I think that's true and I'm worried that it may come faster than I expect it to."
I read all your fics! And I wanted to know if you can write a g! P (preferably with Nayeon) where she has a fetish with hanging the reader while fucking her and showing a little how much she loves to do it. If possible, it could develop due to a situation where Nayeon got jealous of how Sana or Momo touched the reader during a concert to do fanservice 👀. Here Nayeon es very rude and possesive
ᰍ PHYSICAL PULL ⎯⎯ im nayeon x fem! reader
› summary . nayeon's possessive behavior amplifies during recent your fan service with momo. she takes it as her opportunity to remind you who's name you scream every night.
content . smut. manhandler! g!p nayeon. rope play. possessive! lover nayeon. fingering. bondage. bruising. mark kink. rough sex. dacryphilia.
› notes . holy shit sorry this took so long honey <3 this is also so bad but I'm really tired rn LMAO
the entire venue was sold out.
of course, nayeon had expected that. they were big in the states, after all, it would be weirder if they didn't sell out at this point. regardless, the concert was packed. fans chanted everywhere, vibrating off the walls. and despite nayeon's in-ear, she could almost hear them clearly. it warmed her heart, knowing that so many people adored her group and her.
for the first time in a bit, nayeon was having a good time. smiling and squinting at fans, waving softly. following their requests on their little poster boards ── laughing if they requested something like 'hug jeongyeon please!' but still following suit and dragging the younger over.
she liked interactions like this. sweet, innocent, nothing that put her or the girls at risk of something weird. especially you, who seemed to follow through with just about any sign you read. sometimes missing cues because of it, or reaching the center stage last during 'what is love' because you were busy chatting animatedly with fans who couldn't hear a lick of what you were saying. it was cute, and maybe one of your qualities nayeon liked best.
however.
it got you into trouble more often than not.
the woman walks quietly down the stage, waving here and there and singing when necessary. she was trying to make her way to you, knowing you were a bit of a lost puppy at the end of shows. the encore of 'feel special' had passed, practically being apart of the set list now, and now they were singing yet another encore. nayeon made it her mission to attempt to wrangle you in - but stopped dead in her tracks at the sight ahead of her.
momo was grinning ear to ear, pinching your shirt at the waist and dragging you so you body was flush with hers. her arms slipped carelessly around your waist, pressing into you from behind. your face was shy, as the japanese pointed offhandedly to a sign in the sea of fans.
immediately, a spark of jealousy ignited in nayeon. just what the hell was this about? and what kind of a sign required her to be all up against you like that? she squinted off into the crowd, but was unable to see much of anything with just her contact lenses in. the eldest turns back to the scene, watching with narrowing eyes as you giggled, raising your mic for you part of the song. nayeon took the opportunity to slide over, doing her infamous jealousy act of pushing the two of you apart.
momo laughed it off, looking to the crowd and pointing off handledly to nayeon, while you paled. you knew the look in her eyes. the annoyance mixed with the possession. her arms slipped around your waist, and you lowered your mic as she subtly leaned closer to your ear, popping your in-ear out and whispering.
"what was that about, hm?"
your blood practically ran cold. softly, you gulped - throat bobbing in a way that caught nayeon's gaze instantly. "...a sign-"
she hummed loosely. "a sign, huh?"
her tone alone told you she didn't believe you. and not only that, but ── you were in for it tonight. shit. all you could do was duck your head submissively, feeling her hands tightened on your waist briefly before she pulled away - grabbing your hand and tugging you along to center stage. you softly slop your in-ear back in, a sense of unease mixed with excitement swimming in your tummy.
you knew, no matter what, you wouldn't be leaving the hotel room tonight.
not without limping, anyway.
-
tight binds. you whimper slightly, pressing into the rough ropes around your wrists, keeping you suspended slightly in the air. what she managed to tie them to, you didn't know, especially because you were above the bed of all places. nayeon was in the room - you knew that much. but you didn't know where. she had you blindfolded, after all.
occasionally you'd hear fabric rustle, or feel her warm breath fan over your legs on behind you as she strokes a hand up your waist. no matter what and without fail, you shivered each time.
"I think you need to be reminded who you belong to," nayeon's voice came - sharper. closer. her hand cracked against your ass, making you yelp as she gripped the tingling flesh. "isn't that right, baby?"
a soft gulp. you press against the restraints, nodding. you knew better than to disagree. "y-yes.."
"good girl." nayeon coos.
her hands slowly trace up, stroking your waist teasingly before she kicks your legs open. you whimper almost instantly, as her dominant hand falls to stroke over your exposed cut - feeling the way the wet arousal there drips down your thighs slightly, and makes a weak mess on the pads of her fingers. she tuts, rubbing up your slit to your entrance, pushing in without much preparation.
you whine instantly, clenching around her fingers and bucking your hips slightly. nayeon's hands were big after all, meaning her fingers were longer than the average person's and god did they hit so deep inside of you. she pushes down to the knuckle, groaning aloud at the feeling of you all clenched yet willing to take her fingers. you weakly glance back as if that would make a difference in your blindfolded-ness, and nayeon chuckles softly at the attempt.
"look at you, my dirty girl..sucking in my fingers.."
you whimper despite yourself, trembling softly and feeling the familiar thrumb of an approaching orgasm. nayeon senses this to, scoffing softly and tugging out. you whine at being empty but she says nothing, but you feel yourself lower slightly, knees brushing the bed. an appreciative noise leaves you - but its swallowed by a weak moan the moment you hear her pants fall against the floor with a soft thud.
immediately you gulp.
nayeon makes the bed dip slightly ass she crawls on, leaning your body forward a bit. you gasp when you feel her tip pushing softly through your folds and at your entrance. she makes a swift motion of shoving up and in, and you gasp - tears prickling your eyes instantly at the sensation, whining out.
nayeon leans, biting your neck hard as her hips roughly rut up - back and forth in low thrusts that smack your womb each time. all the while, she growls into your neck. "take it...take it all, you're mine.."
your head feels dizzy, and you babble incoherently through moans, your tears slipping down your face at the pleasure. it only spurs her on more, as her hitting grows sportatic, thrusts uneven and sloppy as if her only goal was to make you cum - and then cum herself. she bites and sucks possessive marks into your neck, gripping your hips at a bruising rate.
you whine out, feeling your orgasm quickly approaching.
nayeon notes this, growling out.
"you're mine."
"only my cock makes you like this, huh?"
"such a dirty thing..fuck, take it.."
and with a final, shallow thrust, she hits your womb ── cum messily leaking inside of you and down around her shaft. still, she continues to move, fucking you through your orgasm. it makes more tears flood, and that spurs nayeon on. she does a few more broad strokes, making sure all of the escaping cum slips inside of you - before pulling out. it slides messily down your thighs, and nayeon hums, reaching up and undoing the rope that keeps you suspended.
you slip onto the bed with a soft noise, reaching and shyly peeling off your blindfold. she sits down atop you, panting slightly and stroking her half hard cock.
"...not done with you yet."
and weakly, you whine.
Namo hurt/comfort? Gosh you’re really blessing my eyes here
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Hehe it’s heartbreakingly comforting I think… I shall release it soon!
I know I promised a DaTzu smut ABO fic but likeeee HYPOTHETICALLY…. What if I released a NaMo Chasing Cars fic before that…
U r a very angsty girl aren’t ya
No😭 I just write angst better I think but I’m the furthest thing away from an angsty emo person lol
DaTzu ABO fic coming soon….. you guys can thank @kttyzyo when it comes🥰
HIIII
what are some of your favorite twice songssss
👩⚖️
Too many…. Mostly b-sides but I’ll list whatever comes to mind (in no particular order)
1. Likey
2. Knock Knock
3. After Moon
4. You In My Heart
5. I Can’t Stop Me
6. Mars
7. DADO/Battitude
8. Ponytail
9. Next Page
10. Say You Love Me
11. New New/You Get Me
12. Deja Vu
13. Turn It Up
14. Shot Clock/Get Loud
hello…. I am sorry…. If you are sick of broken english nayeon… but 𝓘 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮.
a different plot would be nice,, maybe like,,, pornstar nayeon x fan reader… if ur open to it? 😞 i dont know IM RUNNING OUT OF IDEAS!!!!! Please and thank you..
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ּ ֶָ֢. pairing . im nayeon x fem! reader
synopsis . you never thought you'd encounter your favorite actress outside of an incognito tab!
ּ ֶָ֢. content . smut, duh. pornstar! nayeon. fan! reader. pervy! reader. age gap. on camera sex. switch! nayeon. a little self indulgent (VERY self indulgent). cunnilingus. fingering.
notes . hi again hanaaaaaaa, I love this req thank u! andddd thank you for 350 followers omg mwah mwah mwahhhh | dedications to bear & @sour4cherries 💚
a slow sigh leaves your lips as you browse the items.
your arms are gently crossed, eyes scanning the various boxes and sizes of the items inside. low music plays in the background - something sensual, or along the lines. it matches the vibe of the store perfectly, of course, as you were actively looking at various sex toys. you usually did your shopping online, but your internet was bugging today and the online shop wouldn't load.
and so here you were, sighs escaping here and there as you chewed on your bottom lip, considering the options. you needed a new vibrator, that was for sure. your last one just wasn't hitting it anymore.
a soft presence neared your side, and you glanced to find a girl, arms crossed similarly to yours. though she wore a large oversized hoodie, and sunglasses. your eyes are shameless in the way they drag down her body, at the pale legs under her small shorts, and back up. her lighter toned brown hair is shifted off to the side, and you catch a glimpse of her neck - before she slightly glances your way.
your gaze snaps away, heat flooding your face. she looked awfully familiar, even with the glasses on. shaking your head, you refocus back in on the toys, but it only lasts a moment before your eyes flit back to her. you squint. why did she look so damn familiar?
"excuse me.."
she looks over, tilting her head. you frown, shaking your head. "sorry, i- thought I knew you for a moment."
a slow smile forms on her face. your eyes lock in on her lips. those lips. where have you seen them? why do you know them so well? she parts them, speaking in a low, slightly accented tone. "oh?"
something jolts in you, and your eyes snap up as she shifts her sunglasses to the top of her head - your eyes widening instantly. you're unable to hide the recognition in yours eyes; because standing before you is the im nayeon. one of the most notorious pornstars in the industry, and the biggest in all of Korea because she was one of the only stars from Korea, given the nations conservative beliefs. and you had been the biggest fan of her for years. all of her videos you'd seen, her collabs (which were few and far between), all her solo videos. you followed her instagram, her twitter, and you even subscribed to her private only fans.
you were a bit obsessed.
nayeon's lips curled to a grin. "you know me?"
her eyes drifted down and back up your body, and that combined with her thick accent made your heart speed, heat flooding your face and somewhere else.
your words sputter. “I-I, y-yes. I do.”
she tilts her head playfully. “yeah? my fan?”
god. her voice was so confident.
you swallowed thickly, knowing that she knew you watched her. intimately. like - a lot. “…yeah.”
nayeon’s smile grows as your eyes slip again, and you’re unable to hide the obvious hunger. nayeon had one of the best bodies you’d even seen on an actor, which is part of the reason why you enjoyed her content so much. that, and the fact that she had to cutest little moans ever - and was able to switch between dominant and submissive at the drop of a hat. you greedily drunk in the sight of her infront of you, before she snaps your attention back up.
she hums, giving you a pretty smile. “thank you baby.”
your face flares, and you nod, turning back to the wall and away from her heavy gaze. your hands fumble - needing to get out of this store as soon as possible. you couldn’t believe you ran into her - let alone met her and spoken to her.
your feet led you quickly to the register, and you slid the box down, cheeks burning as you fumbled.
“is this all?” the cashier spoke politely, scanning and bagging your box. she glanced up at your face, figuring you were just one of those shyer folk. sympathetically, she turned the card reader around. “that’ll be - ”
“i’ve got it.”
your hand is brushed away by a bigger one, a lush perfume invading your senses. you turn - cheeks blazing at how close nayeon is. she sends you a little smirk, her arm slipping around your waist. “didn’t I say wait for me? bad girl.”
she slips her items up as well, cooing at you. the cashier hums, scanning her items too. “silly girl,” nayeon looks to the cashier, shaking her head. “isn’t she the sweetest?”
her accent was thicker than usual, as her hand possessively squeezed your hip. the cashier gave a lightly chuckle, as nayeon turned to you. her voice dipped low, slightly husky and quiet enough for only you to hear. “..not everyday I meet cute fan,” she eyed you slowly. “…we could go back to my hotel, baby.”
you’re nodding before the sentence is even finished.
she grins, sliding her car toward the cashier and whispering to you.
“good girl.”
the hotel room is cold and the only sounds come from nayeon - or, well, the plastic bag she holds.
her hands move through, tugging out stuff you hadn't even realized she bought. though you must've been a bit too caught up in your own flustered state to realize. nayeon shifts, and you automatically look up when she’s suddenly infront of you, smiling.
“are you nervous?” she whispers, her hand coming to your jaw and softly stroking it. you gulp, audibly. her smile grows. “don’t be.”
“I can’t help it…” you whisper softly, practically buzzing in her touch. for years you’d longed for this behind a mere screen - it was insane that it was even happening now. your body automatically pressed, face nuzzling her hand.
nayeon bit her lip. “good girl, so cute.”
then she pulled away, and you suppressed a weak whine that was drowned out by her waving at you. oh. she wanted your clothes off.
obediently you shuffle - hands all shaky as you tug off your hoodie and sweats, blinking up at her with faux innocent eyes. there was nothing you wanted more in the world than for her corruption. it may or may not have been a fantasy of yours for a longgggg time, ever since you’d stumbled upon her videos as a young teen.
nayeon’s eyes scanned up and down your body, her lips raising to a grin that showed off her teeth. her hands were on you, slowly pushing you back as she climbed on top - and your heart raced.
she leant down, brushing her lips across your tummy up between the swell of your breasts, and up your neck - placing tiny kisses along your jaw. “..pretty,” she whispered between kisses, making your heart swell.
your hands twitched, tentatively grabbing her hips. nayeon purred - leaning up to connect you in a kiss. shocks of pleasure exploded within your body, and you eagerly pressed up into her. her lips tasted like cherries and were so damn soft against yours, and where you didn’t exactly know how to kiss - nayeon was an expert in leading you along. she moved slow at first, building up the pleasure in your tummy, and then she gradually shifted more passionate by parting your lips and easing her tongue inside of your mouth.
you whimpered and clutched harder at her which made a shaky noise escape the brunette atop you. her hands wandered themselves, squeezing your waist and fondling your hips a bit before sliding back up your body to your chest. she shifted your bra up and off - briefly breaking the kiss but tugging you back in soon after as her hands wrapped around your mounds - giving slow squeezes that shot pleasure through you in the form of weak moans.
her fingers expertly pinched and rolled your nipples, and she palmed at your breasts all the while devouring your lips - it was exactly what you’d wanted.
your hands slid up, dragging her hoodie along with them and then moving back down to find perchase on the warm, pale skin exposed. the feeling of her body, so small yet so dominant above you, left a perverse satisfaction in your head - and for good measure, you gave a harder squeeze to her hips.
she whimpered into you, pulling from the kiss and sitting up, tugging off her hoodie and following soon with her bra. she leaned back down, kissing you again as her chest brushed yours, making the both of you moan.
nayeon’s knee shifted between your legs, slowly pressing against your core in the form of slow rubs, and the touch alone made your head drift back, breaking the kiss again. “fuck..” her hoarse response came - thick with pleasure and her sharp accent. she sucked marks down your neck again until making contact with your breasts. nayeon mimicked her hand motions - squeezing and pinching and teasing your pert nipples - only this time with her mouth.
her soft suckles were drowned out by your moans, as you squeezed her closer - hips rubbing up and down and shifting your core against her positioned thigh.
you whimper down, making the mistake of looking at the girl attached to your breasts - a sharper wave of arousal hitting you square in your core at the sight of those wide brown eyes staring up so innocently at you. it was the same look she always gave the camera in order to appear soft and more arousing for the viewer - when your eyes flashed with recognition, she chuckled and pulled off, teasing your wet nipples with soft strokes.
“you really are my fan..” she murmurs, watching you tremble softly beneath her. “hm..”
her hands tug away and you whine, making her shoot you a teasing smile as she reaches in her bag and grabs her phone. she passes it back to you, with a simple word.
“record.”
your heart sputters as you shakily set up the camera app, switching between watching the screen and watching nayeon as she kisses down your body and parts your legs, sitting between them and grabbing onto your panties. when the video starts - nayeon’s face is already between your thighs, pressing small kisses to the skin there. your panties have been tugged off - wafts of cool air hitting your core. you whimper softly at the feeling.
nayeon purrs with delight, looking up past the phone’s camera and to your eyes, giving that same innocent look as her lips move over - tongue running up your slit and collecting that warm arousal on her tongue. she swallows and you groan at the sight, before her lips move back in.
she’s slow, taking her time with languid strokes against your core - feeling each tremble and listening to every soft moan you give. and fuck does it feel good. it’s so much different than when you’ve touched yourself to her videos - as it feels infinitely better. your hips raise to meet her touches, and your heart races at each long lick she gives.
finally, nayeon sucks your clit into her mouth, humming around it as her fingers slide through your folds, pushing into your entrance with a wet pop.
“a-ah..!” your hips raise - desperate for more of her touch.
an appreciative hum rolls through her lips, vibrating against your core as she parts your legs a bit further - lapping gently at your clit and pushing her fingers in and out of you. your hands shake the camera a bit, and you lean it against your tummy, trying desperately to hold it up despite your hands shaking.
nayeon purred, suckling your clit into her mouth and swirling it like a lollipop as she eyed up at you - innocence flashing in her gaze. the sight alone made your hips arch, a groan escaping your lips as your head fell back. nayeon hummed again, teasing and edging you along.
you were embarrassed by how fast you were reaching your high, but nayeon seemed pleased as she kissed up your body, reaching you and slipping the phone aside as her fingers sped up and her lips pressed against yours briefly - breaking to suck at your neck and whisper hoarse, dirty words.
"so pretty..." she grunted, glancing down at the way your wet heat enveloped her fingers. a groan tore through her. "could fuck you all day.."
you whine at her words, body trembling as you grabbed her hips, squeezing desperately. "c-close-"
"yeah?"
"y-yeah.."
"mm," nayeon bent, biting at your neck.
"cum on my fingers...fuck," she groaned. "cum for me..."
you squirmed and pushed your head into her neck, groaning as her fingers curled at a specific spot inside of you - sending you shaking against her as your high hit. nayeon licked her lips, looking down as your thighs twitched.
"good girl... good girl," she whispered, tugging out and dropping a kiss to the top of your head. "mm, pretty girl.."
you whimpered, curling closer.
"oh no, no, baby," nayeon chuckled, shifting you. "don't hide..you're mine now.."
her eyes glinted with something - and to be honest, you were a bit too shy to protest.
fine, you belonged to her.
nayeon grabbed the phone, eyeing the film you'd captured. she hummed, wet hand stroking your thigh. "my perfect little star, you'll make us so famous..."
and weakly, you nodded.
also i am aware i keep posting angst... i promise that fluff and smut is coming soon y'all i am sorry (,,╥﹏╥,,)
