love you better
nayeon x f! reader // smut, angst
synopsis: you and nayeon are friends with benefits. you go over to her apartment after your boyfriend does something to piss you off and nayeon can’t help but get jealous of your relationship.
author’s note: this is part 1 :) part 2 will come soon :) maybe i will make this a series :) sorry for bypassing all the reqs… pls forgive me sometimes i just have an idea i really really want to write !! (i came up with 7 new ideas pls don’t come for me :D) (wow i wrote this so fast… nayeon does something to me)
contents: cheating, friends with benefits, angry sex, rough, dirty talk, filthy, jealous nayeon, edging, strap-on, dom nayeon, teasing
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“god, i think my boyfriend is actually stupid.”
you barged into her apartment as soon as she opened the door, heels clacking as you slammed your keys and purse onto the coffee table. nayeon shut the door behind her with a click. you stomped angrily until you reached her bedroom, only then pausing to kick your heels off. nayeon followed shortly behind you, staring at your figure from the back.
you were wearing a backless halter top — one that accentuated the curve of your waist — paired with a skirt that was just a bit too tight and a bit too short.
you collapsed onto her king-sized bed, hair fanning out against the sheets. nayeon leaned against the doorway, taking the sight of you in.
your lipstick was a little smudged, but other than that, you looked flawless and completely irresistible. your brows were furrowed just slightly, the way they always were when you were annoyed by something.
“well, are you just going to stand there?” you huffed, giving her an expectant look. nayeon wasn’t fazed in the slightest.
“what did he do?” nayeon asked, though the moment she did, she knew she shouldn’t have. the growing pit in her stomach grew, a feeling of uncomfortable coldness spreading over her like a sheet of ice.
you buried your face in your hands.
“i don’t want to talk about that right now. i’ll tell you later. what i really need right now is a good fuck. make me forget about him,” you breathed, propping yourself up on your elbows so that you could actually look at her.
nayeon felt something inside her melt at the look in your eyes — they were filled with so much need that it felt tangible. but obviously, she couldn’t show that. so instead, she rolled her eyes and scoffed.
“why can’t you just ask him to?” nayeon shot back, trying not to wince at her own words. she’d rather eat lettuce than for you to actually fuck him. vile images flooded her brain.
“nayeon, are you even listening to me? i need you,” you whined, frustrated that she wasn’t understanding.
the both of you were quiet for a moment, the air charged with something heavy and hard to name. then, nayeon lunged for the bed, putting her weight on top of you. even if she couldn’t have all of you, at least she could have you this way.
with her thighs bracketing yours, nayeon skillfully untied the ribbon behind your neck, letting your top fall. your breasts bounced just slightly as she threw the flimsy piece of clothing to the floor.
nayeon leaned into the crook of your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses against your throat. a soft moan escaped you when she started to suck, right beneath your pulse point where you were most sensitive.
“ahh n-nayeon, no marks,” you managed, trying to gently push her head away. you didn’t want to deal with having to cake on foundation or having to worry about your boyfriend asking where you got the hickey from. to no surprise, nayeon didn’t budge, rooted in position as she sucked the bruise into your skin.
you hissed when she bit where she’d marked, involuntarily throwing your head back which gave nayeon greater access to your throat.
“n-nayeon w-what if he sees,” you whimpered, making another weak attempt to push her away from your neck. nayeon stopped sucking then and brought her lips to your ear.
“i don’t give a fuck if he sees,” nayeon whispered, breath hot against your skin. “you know what, i actually hope he sees. that way, he’ll know how much of a slut his girlfriend is, needing someone else to get off.”
you whimpered again, her words going straight to your core.
nayeon trailed sloppy kisses from your jaw to your lips. she cupped your face as she roughly made out with you, crashing her lips against yours and forcing her tongue into your mouth. you moaned into the kiss and because of her taste — she tasted of something dark, addictive, and something so uniquely nayeon that it made you never want to stop kissing her.
she broke apart when you were on the verge of running out of air, panting and trying to put oxygen back into your lungs. nayeon smirked when she refocused her gaze on you — you already looked so utterly ruined, cheeks flushed with arousal and lips swollen.
“i wonder what your boyfriend’ll think when you come back with your lips like that,” nayeon pointed out, eyes turning dark as jealousy overtook her.
“nayeon…” you started to say, but she was already busy, latching her lips onto your breasts. she had her mouth around a hard nipple, sucking and swirling her tongue in the way you liked. you moaned loudly, core throbbing with need — her lips were warm and wet, and you couldn’t wait until her touches trailed lower to where you needed it the most.
you cried out when she bit your nipple — it wasn’t hard enough to be significantly painful but not weak either.
“nayeon, ow,” you cried, fisting her hair. she released your nipple momentarily with a wet pop, looking up at you and grinning.
“you can take it.”
she went back to sucking and licking your breasts, but she didn’t bite them again. after what seemed like five minutes, she gave the same attention to your other breast. at that point, you were dripping with need, wanting her focus elsewhere.
“nayeon,” you breathed, the end of her name turning into a moan when she sucked particularly hard. “i need you.”
“what do you mean?” she asked, smiling with perfect composure. you whined a sound of frustration. so she was playing this game.
“fuck me. i need your fingers, mouth, anything please,” you begged. you sounded horribly desperate, even to your own ears, but it was too late to take them back.
nayeon started to tug your skirt down, grunting a little when it didn’t budge. the fabric was practically painted onto you, so tight that it wasn’t moving.
“i hope these weren’t expensive.”
nayeon grabbed the skirt with her large hands and split the fabric in half, ripping it off of you.
“nayeon, what the fuck?” you gasped, staring down at your skirt. it was now in two pieces. she threw them onto the floor without a care in the world.
“im sure your boyfriend could buy you more.”
you groaned as she dragged your panties down to your ankles, feeling some sense of relief as the cool air hit your dripping pussy. you spread your legs a little wider — it was hot and throbbing with need.
nayeon adjusted herself so that her body was in between your legs, face in position with your dripping cunt.
“you’re so wet. is this all for him?” nayeon prodded, dragging her hand up your inner thigh. you shivered from the contact. her hands were so big — you could feel her palm on your skin, the sensation making you wetter.
“answer me,” nayeon snapped, suddenly withdrawing her hands from you. you almost sobbed from the lack of contact.
“no, no!” you blurted quickly, grabbing ahold of her wrists and bringing them back to your legs. “it’s all for you, nayeon,” you breathed, sighing when she kept her hand on your thigh.
you quickly grew frustrated when she didn’t progress further than that. nayeon just continued to knead the skin of your thigh, gripping and running her hands up and down.
“nayeon,” you groaned, spreading your legs even wider. “p-please… i can’t wait anymore.”
nayeon just laughed, the sound both elevating and heart-breaking all at once.
“patience,” she tsked, a cruel smile on her face. “you’ll get what you want on my terms.”
nayeon brought her hands to your core, running her fingers against your wet folds. you clenched around nothing, feeling impossibly empty and turned on. she lightly grazed your clit, the sensation sending electric jolts throughout your body. you leaned up against her touch, trying to find even the slightest bit more friction, but she quickly moved her fingers away from your clit.
“you’re so needy,” nayeon cooed with faux pity. “maybe your boyfriend doesn’t fuck you enough, hmm?”
“nayeon,” you whined. you felt close to the verge of tears. she was being so cruel, so mean today, not touching you properly when you came to her apartment at 2 am for her long fingers after your boyfriend decided to leave you alone at the bar for 40 minutes to play 5 losing hands in poker. “i need you, please. i c-can take it. j-just give it to me,” you begged, voice cracking with need.
nayeon just stared at you, at the way your eyes brimmed with tears. maybe she was being a bit cruel. but she couldn’t help it, not when the horrible image of you kissing your boyfriend at that pool party flashed in her brain or how she once saw his greasy hands slide up your thigh at someone’s dinner party.
“can you really take it?” nayeon echoed as she circled your clit with her thumb. your eyes fluttered shut as you nodded your head yes, babbling incoherently how you could and how well you’d take her.
“if you say so,” nayeon smirked, and with that, she slammed two long fingers inside of you with no warning. you cried out as your back arched instinctively, moaning as you went from feeling empty to completely full. nayeon didn’t let down her pace, slamming her fingers into you at a relentless pace. your body rocked back and forth from the sheer strength of her thrusts, breasts bouncing in a way that made nayeon’s mouth water.
you fisted the sheets for some sort of anchor as nayeon mercilessly plowed into you, her hands making wet squelching sounds as they went in and out of you.
“you like that? feeling my fingers go in and out of you when you should really be with your boyfriend at this time of night?” nayeon muttered, her thrusts turning rougher.
you couldn’t reply either way — your lips were open to let out filthy moans and curses, your sounds growing higher in pitch as nayeon’s movements turned faster.
“keep your eyes on me or else i stop,” nayeon ordered. you forced your eyes open, even though your eyelids felt like they had a weight attached to them pushing them down. her eyes were dark and angry, filled with lust and something so deliciously sinful that made your walls clench around her fingers. your eyes dropped down to your entrance, where her fingers pumped in and out at a brisk pace.
“o-oh fuck,” you whimpered. your moans quickly turned into sobs as you neared your climax, the coil in your lower abdomen about to snap—
just as you clenched around her fingers hard, about to cum and possibly black out, nayeon completely withdrew her hands, leaving you squeezing around nothing.
“nayeon!” you screamed, squeezing your legs tight in trying to restore some of the friction that had so deliciously been lost to you. “f-fuck you— what are you doing to me,” you groaned, digging your head into the bedsheets in exasperation.
“don’t be so dramatic,” nayeon scoffed. she just looked at you while you writhed, body shaking from the pent-up anticipation. “i said i’d fuck you on my own terms, didn’t i?”
“nayeon— you fucking b—”
“what was that?” nayeon smiled, obviously taking pleasure in your pain. when you didn’t reply, she sighed.
“you’ll get what you want. don’t worry. and plus, i wanted to make you cum with my strap.”
nayeon bit back a laugh at how your eyes seemed to light up immediately, legs reopening to give you access once more. she hopped off the bed and opened a drawer on her nightstand, pulling her strap-on out. you swallowed, already feeling yourself wetter at the sight of it. you watched with glazed eyes as she quickly stripped out of her clothes. your eyes dragged over her perky breasts and tiny waist as she put it on, your mouth watering at how it looked in between her legs.
she climbed back onto the bed, positioning herself in between your legs and placed the tip of the strap-on by your dripping entrance.
“let’s see how well you take me,” nayeon smirked. she didn’t wait for your response, slamming her hips towards you and shoving all 8 inches into your pussy. you let out a scream at the initial thrust. she was so big, the girth of the strap-on stretching you out in the most delicious way possible. she didn’t wait for you to adjust either, instead shoving all of the toy out of your dripping cunt before thrusting back in with more force, this time going even deeper.
“nayeon i-it’s too big,” you whimpered. but despite your words, you wrapped your legs around her waist, forcing her even deeper into you.
“i’ll make it fit,” nayeon panted, moaning as she continued to thrust into you. “and you said you could take it all, remember? be a good girl for me and take it.”
each thrust against your g-spot made you cry out loudly, a sheen layer of sweat coating your body. nayeon’s hips moved back and forth, the toy driving in and out of you. the room was a mess of moans and gasps, both of you trying to reach your high.
“you feel so good,” nayeon groaned. each thrust made an obscene slapping sound as your bodies collided.
“n-nayeon im g-going to—”
nayeon immediately slowed her pace.
“no. hold it out for a little bit longer,” nayeon breathed, brows furrowing from the physical exertion.
“i c-can’t, i need to cum so bad,” you cried, your walls squeezing around the base with a vise-like grip. it was getting difficult for nayeon to thrust into you with speed at how tight you were around her.
“mmh o-okay — you can cum now,” nayeon gasped, eyes fluttering shut as she reached her own climax. you came with a scream as she thrusted deep inside you, hitting your g-spot at the perfect angle. your vision went black for a moment, white stars dotting the edges.
“oh my god,” nayeon breathed. she rolled over to the side, chest heaving as she caught her breath. you gasped for air as your pussy fluttered from the aftermath of the orgasm, body suddenly feeling sore. you felt your juices leak out of you and onto her bed, but you didn’t have any energy left to care about the mess you were making.
“wow,” you panted, closing your eyes and willing your heart to slow its rapid thrumming.
the bedroom was silent for a moment save for the sounds of your panting. once the both of you managed to calm down, nayeon took off the strap and curled up beside you.
“if you complain about him so much, why don’t you just break up with him?” she mumbled into your ribcage.
you stared at the ceiling, your body automatically snuggling closer towards nayeon’s.
you sighed. “i don’t know. for the name of love? i mean, he’s okay sometimes. he’s… nice.”
when you didn’t hear a reply back, you assumed she fell asleep. you closed your own eyes, drifting into a peaceful slumber fast especially given the events of today.
nayeon only allowed herself to think once she heard your breathing slow down, once she knew for sure that you were asleep.
she could love you so much better than him.
