ad libs
smut!!
nayeon x younger 10th member twice (f)
synopsis: reader is a brat and makes nayeon jealous, so she decides to teach reader a lesson :P
semi-public sex, dom nayeon, sub + brat reader
1.6k words
“Who wants to go live on Bubble with me?” Sana asked with an excited grin as she held up a camera in her hands. They were currently waiting in the main room for Mina to finish recording her lines.
“I’ll do it with you, Sana unnie!” you said enthusiastically.
You were in a particularly good mood. Your recording session went really well. Nayeon—a co-writer on the new album—and PD-nim complimented your tone and balance. Today was also the fastest you’d ever recorded your lines.
“I’ll join you guys too,” Jihyo said as she got up from the armchair. Sana set up the camera in front of the couch and started the live.
“Y/n, you should wear your hair in a high ponytail for the LA concert,” Sana read from the comments.
You laughed full-heartedly. “I’ll think about it,” you told the eager fan, and the chat immediately flooded with heart emojis.
“Y/n, you definitely should,” Jihyo agreed as she started running her fingers through your hair.
She gently put your hair up in a high ponytail and held it up with her hands. “What do you guys think? Doesn’t she look so pretty?” Jihyo asked the camera with a grin.
You beamed at the camera. “Thanks Jihyo unnie!”
Suddenly, Sana started laughing, her hands clutching her stomach for support.
“Y/n is a good girl for Jihyo,” Sana said between gasps, her shoulders shaking from laughter.
“Y/n’s a what?” Nayeon asked, her body leaning against the door frame of the recording studio.
You whipped your head fast at the sound of Nayeon’s voice. Though her posture was casual and relaxed, her gaze was anything but.
“Y/n’s a good girl for me,” Jihyo repeated to Nayeon as she laughed, oblivious to the daggers that Nayeon was sending her way. “Aww, you’re so cute, y/n.” Jihyo let your hair fall down to its natural form as she leaned her head against your shoulder.
You maintained eye contact with Nayeon as Jihyo did so, noticing the way the eldest’s body physically flinched.
“Y/n,” Nayeon called, her jaw flexed. “Can you come back in for a recording?” The way she asked felt less like a request and more like an order.
You decided to push her a little.
“But didn’t you say my recording was perfect, unnie?” You asked innocently. You hid your face against Jihyo’s hair to avoid looking at her expression.
“We need some ad libs,” Nayeon gritted out, the anger now evident in her voice.
“Can’t she go back in when Mina’s done?” Jihyo asked as she wrapped her arms around your waist. “I don’t want to let y/n go yet—”
Mina peeked her head out from the doorframe that Nayeon was leaning against. “Sorry, I just finished,” she said with a slightly apologetic smile.
“Fine, I’ll come in,” You grumbled, making sure to add a hint of frustration to stir Nayeon up even more.
“I’ll be back, guys!” You told the camera.
“We’ll miss you, y/n,” Jihyo pouted as she tried to hold you back by grabbing onto your wrist.
You laughed at her antics and blew her a kiss.
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“Where’s PD-nim?” You asked Nayeon casually, as if nothing had happened out in the main room. Nayeon didn’t answer—not that you really expected her to. You continued talking to yourself, trying to get under her skin.
“I guess I could’ve stayed out there longer and done the live with Jihyo unnie,” You sighed dramatically as you sat down on a chair. “I was having so much fun—the fan comments were really something special—”
You didn’t get to finish the sentence. Nayeon closed the distance between the two of you, blocking your view.
“Y/n,” She snapped, her eyes filled with something dark and unreadable. “You’re playing with me, aren’t you?”
“Me?” You pointed to yourself, your eyes wide with what you hoped looked like innocence. “Of course not, unnie, I—”
Nayeon interrupted again, her tone sharp and unmistakably possessive. “You know I don’t like it when others get touchy with you like that.”
You maintained eye contact with her as you said with a shrug, “Huh, really? I must’ve forgotten.”
Nayeon stood up and scoffed, laughing in disbelief. She grabbed your wrist and pulled you into a smaller studio room with force.
“I think—” Nayeon said once she finished locking the door behind you. Her voice was low and velvety. “You need to be taught a lesson.”
Before you could ask what she meant, Nayeon pushed you hard against the wall and leaned into you for a kiss. You melted as her tongue aggressively made its way into your mouth, her sweet taste flooding your tastebuds. She drank in the whimper that escaped your mouth.
As Nayeon continued to make out with you, her hand reached behind your form to pull down the zipper of your dress.
You gasped as you felt the dress slip off your frame.
“Unnie!” You whispered sharply, your eyes wide. “What if someone walks in? The recording studio door isn’t locked!”
Nayeon just laughed as she unhooked your bra.
“Oh my god,” You whispered, your mind feeling dizzy from both arousal and the possibility of getting caught.
“Shh, don’t worry, baby,” Nayeon put her thumb on your lips to stop you from rambling. She paused for a moment to take in your panicked expression. “Guess you’ll just have to be quiet then hmm?”
Goosebumps formed on your skin as Nayeon dragged her index finger over your collarbone.
“You’re so pretty,” Nayeon cooed as her fingers dipped lower to your nipples. She rubbed her thumb against your sensitive buds, biting her lower lip as they grew hard.
Your breathing grew shallow as she continued to grope your breasts. You felt your pulse quicken—even the slightest of her touch was like electricity.
“Unnie…” You whispered, your pupils dilated. “I don’t think—”
Nayeon leaned into your ear, her hot breath tickling your skin. “You don’t need to think, y/n. And where’d your attitude go anyway, baby?”
“I–”
Nayeon latched onto a sensitive part of your neck and started sucking, making all thoughts in your head evaporate. She laughed at the way your eyes fluttered shut.
“Poor slut can’t even form words anymore.”
You felt your core dampen at her degrading words. As Nayeon continued to leave red marks around your neck, she pressed her knee up to your underwear.
You whimpered as soon as she made contact with your pussy—you were so wet that your arousal had started to drip to your inner thigh.
“Oh my god. You’re fucking drenched.” Nayeon brought her hands to the band of your panties and slowly pulled them down.
Your thighs shook from anticipation, desperately needing Nayeon to touch you.
“Unnie please,” You begged, your voice starting to get whiny. “I need you.”
Nayeon got down on her knees and looked up at you, her eyes dark and teasing. “You didn’t seem to need me a few minutes ago. Why don’t you just ask Jihyo to touch you, hmm? You let everyone touch you anyways.”
Nayeon left sloppy kisses up your inner thigh, stopping just shy of where your arousal was dripping.
“Unnie please… fuck. Unnie, please higher,” You were on the verge of tears from how Nayeon kept kissing around your most sensitive areas. She pressed a kiss to your soaked lips, your arousal coating her lips with a shiny gloss.
“Use your words, baby. You can do it,” Nayeon murmured as she continued to tease your folds, licking small strips of skin.
“I-I need you to fuck me,” You gasped out quietly, embarassed at the filthy words coming out of your mouth. “I need your mouth on me, unnie please.”
Nayeon smiled against your core—pleased at how ruined you were for her—before she started sucking on your clit. You cried out loud from finally being touched, your body quivering as she applied the right amount of pressure.
As Nayeon continued to flick her tongue against your clit, she inserted a long finger inside of you.
“Fuck u-unnie.” A loud moan escaped your throat and your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
“Mmm, this is what you wanted, right?” Nayeon started pounding her finger faster and faster into you, hitting your g-spot every time.
You held on tightly to Nayeon’s shoulders for balance as she continued to mercilessly thrust in and out of you.
Your moans grew higher in pitch as Nayeon added another finger in the mix.
“U-unnie, fuck, I’m gonna—” You held your hand against your mouth to prevent yourself from screaming as you reached your climax.
Nayeon continued to lap your juices as you came down your high, stopping only when your body turned completely limp.
“Oh my god,” You said breathlessly. You could feel your clit pulsing from the aftermath of pleasure.
Nayeon slipped her fingers out of you and put them in her mouth, sucking them clean of your juices.
She helped you put your clothes back on and zipped the back of your dress.
"You look so ruined, y/n." Nayeon eyed your swollen lips and messy hair.
"Unnie... we could've gotten caught," you said as you pouted.
Nayeon laughed. “But we didn’t, baby. Though if you let anyone else touch you like that, I'll make sure you get caught.”
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“What kind of ad libs were those?” Mina asked curiously once the two of you came out of the recording studio. Your hands instinctively flew up to fix your appearance—smoothing over your dress. “Didn’t PD-nim say that we aren't allowed to curse in our songs?”
Nayeon winked at her. “Don’t worry about it."
Sana glanced suspiciously between you and Nayeon before shrugging and turning her attention back to the live.
“C’mere, y/n, sit on my lap,” Nayeon gestured, patting her lap. You immediately obeyed, wincing slightly at how sore your pussy was.
“Are you good, y/n?” Jihyo asked carefully, noticing the way you kept adjusting yourself on Nayeon’s legs.
“She’s good, just a little sore,” Nayeon answered for you as she wrapped her arms around your neck.
Both you and Jihyo blushed at the implication behind her words.
“I thought the studio had sound-proof walls…” Jihyo muttered bitterly to herself.