omg i read your newest tzuyu x idol!r fic and fell in love with your writing. I was wondering if you could write a fluff idol!mina × fem idol!r fic where theyre dating, omg something fun like the fans who start shipping you two as a joke when they notice you guys are wearing a lot of the same clothing or like matching rings, but theyre lowkey just like its a coincidence right, they've rarely ever interacted. Until the fans of both groups are lowkey coming together and actually start speculating lol. I dont know if you know this ship but something like winyeon lol (winter from aespa and nayeon). anyway I hope you can just have fun with it and i hope you're having a good day 💓
|| i'll let you fill up the space all around me
idol!myoui mina x idolfem!reader ; fluff
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synopsis: both of your fandoms start working together when they keep seeing the same clothing and accessories being worn by you and mina...and that only means one thing in south korea.
tw: none!
a/n: this prompt was so much fun to write, esp when i had some winyeon posts pulled up to get inspo (and to my surprise, they have a LOT of matching things... 👀),, thank you for such a fun prompt anon and happy reading!! first mina fic w/o proofreading, and will not be the last
wc: 2.0k
being in a different group than your girlfriend is already hard; trying to find time for each other was even harder.
between comeback preparations, overseas schedules, music show recordings, variety appearances, brand shoots, dance practices that stretch long past midnight, studio recordings, and the exhaustion that settles into your bones, there are weeks when it feels as though the two of you exist in entirely separate worlds despite living in the same city.
your schedules are most likely always conflicting with each other, both of you are either too busy or tired on some days to even text or call.
days when your phone is full of unread messages because you've spent hours of your day filming, when she falls asleep halfway through a call because she was still jetlagged, or when neither of you have the energy to do anything more than send a single heart emoji before passing out.
but you do find ways around it, because when you love someone dearly, you’ll do all it takes to show it.
and that's how you find yourself with most of mina's clothes and things at your place (because she prefers your cozy apartment and that "everything smells like you.")
her clothes have made their home in your closet: shirts, sweaters, hoodies, jeans, sweatpants, to name a few.
even her switch gets left behind sometimes, with her bringing it on some nights where she knows you'll be home late and would pass time on her cute games.
you don't question on why you've been starting to lose some of your favorite oversized hoodies or sweatshirts, because you definitely know where they've been going.
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the funny thing is that neither of you has done anything that should have started a dating rumor in the first place.
there has been no suspicious interactions caught by dispatch cameras (you both have been very cautious, though it's hard sometimes when mina would subtly tease you in front of your door before you hastily pull her in by the front of your her shirt).
there have been no lingering touches or stares during award shows or crowded stages that fans could possibly slow down in fancams and replay a hundred times over, searching for anything.
or rather, there is supposed to be no shipping between you both, because you've never interacted besides a few dance challenges together. it's impossible and just mere coincidences.
which is exactly why the first few fan posts have been so amusing. none of them related to direct contacts: hidden glances and secretive smiles, long interactions, or solid evidence with grainy photos and ground-breaking headlines.
they are all related to non-direct contacts instead: matching clothes, matching accessories, matching bags, matching nail styles—just matching, matching, matching that neither you or mina picked up on it.
one fan at a fansign had noticed that your nail style matched that of mina from twice, even pulling out his phone to show the exact picture of your girlfriend's bubble update, with the same nail design just in a different color (it's been her recent hobby lately, and you couldn't say no when she whined and pouted for her to do yours, too).
it isn't until you stumble upon a post with a caption that says: [two beloved members from different groups have a lot of matching things...that can only mean one thing in korea! post any pictures or incidents of them matching in the reply!]
the comments are quite skeptical at first, finding the whole ordeal to be a bit too far-fetched, until numerous fans from both fandoms start to reply with their fair share of pictures.
a picture of you wearing brown sambas at the airport, the exact pair that mina had worn a few weeks back at a fansign.
a picture of mina wearing a university hoodie in her instagram live, the exact one fans saw you wearing in one of your group's traveling vlog months ago.
a long thread of an OP saying how she saw the same necklaces worn by both of you when she went to misamo's fan club event and to your post-brand filming, where you signed her album after walking out of the building.
and suddenly, what starts as a harmless joke between two fandoms quickly evolves into an increasingly elaborate speculation and theory that seems to gain a new piece of 'evidence' every day.
the thread of the post becomes longer, adorned with side-by-side pictures of you both, with circles and arrows revealing similar items.
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the first time mina shows you one of the edits—which was yesterday— the two of you are curled together on the couch of your apartment watching tv, a throw blanket with mini dachshund prints on them (mina's) covering her.
it's one of the rare days where you can have a free night with your girlfriend snuggled up on you—her body sprawls across the length of the couch with her head resting comfortably in your lap, a hand of yours combing through her hair, stopping right at her nape to lightly scratch the area that makes her purr in contentment.
mina checks the notifications on her phone when an ad pops up in the middle of an episiode of a kdrama she's been dying to watch with you, her hand reaching up for yours to bring down to her lips, giving it a kiss.
she snuggles into it as she absentmindedly scrolls, letting out a laugh that you know is gummy and all.
"what got you laughing when the only source that should be making you laugh is right behind you?"
she whines as you pinch her cheek, letting out a huff as she turns on her back to show you her phone screen.
and you laugh, too, because what she shows you is genuinely hilarious.
it was a recent reply under the matching post (mina has gotten in bookmarked and saved for easy access just because she wants to see how far fans could go, but you think she only saved it so she can see you wearing her things).
the caption reads: [they definitely have something going on...because what do you mean you guys have matching bracelets for ldr couples?!] with a picture attached of said items on each of your wrists.
(it was mina's idea, really, to get matching bracelets that would light up and vibrate against your wrist whenever she taps her own, vice versa. and you both don't really wear it often, only for far distances or months of touring do you have it on). it’s truly endearing because your bracelet would always vibrate when you’re miles away from your girlfriend).
you stare at her screen before looking down at her, then back at the post, then at mina again, and suddenly the two of you dissolve into helpless giggles and laughter.
the sound fills the apartment, warm and unrestrained, echoing off the walls as she buries her face against your stomach.
"they're getting warmer, alright. they're technically not wrong..." you snicker in your hand, cheeks starting to hurt from how much you've been laughing.
"they're so funny. if only they could see how my head is in your lap right now. how i’m about to get up and straddle you, instead."
and before you could let her words sink in, she got up from her lying position to throw a leg over your hips, blankets following not too far behind to be around her shoulders, slightly slipping down one side as she leans closer.
"mina, baby, the show—"
"kiss me."
and suddenly you don't remember what you were talking about prior.
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the ship remains trapped in a strange limbo where people continue to create threads and theories, even catching the attention of popular fan sites from other groups.
you are laying under your covers when mina video calls you. shuffling your fingers out from the warmth, you click on the 'accept' button, screen then showing mina in an oversized sweater that you've been trying to find to pack for your overseas schedule, applying on a face mask.
"hey cute girl with my sweater and a mask on, i've been waiting for your call, your highness."
mina smiles as much as her face mask allows her, growing shy at your words, "you’re so sappy…and your sweater is comfortable…and i miss you…”
“you’re so cute, mitang. i miss you even more! want to kiss you,” you pout into your duvet, eyes becoming crescent moons when mina blows you a kiss.
“actually, i have a very important favor to ask you..." her voice is gentle as she trails off, pouting into the screen (one that she knows you can't say no to, whatever the favor is).
"i'm at your service!"
"i left my switch at your place the other day...could you possibly bring it with you on your trip? i need you to log in to animal crossing and do my daily tasks and gift my villagers."
and you couldn't help but burst out laughing—cackling even, because out of all the favors, you did not expect that one.
because when she's looking at you with that sheepish smile, the mask taken off, revealing her beautiful moles scattered across her angelic face, you couldn't possibly say no to your adorable girlfriend who really cares for her equally adorable villagers.
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by the time you arrive at the airport, you clutch the pouch with mina's device inside against your side with care.
cameras flash just as you get out of the car, walking towards the entrance with practiced ease—nodding, smiling, waving, listening, chatting.
your hand is still wrapped around mina's crocheted switch bag, even in the airport lounge, to when you're boarding and comfortable in your seat.
when the plane finally takes off, you're blissfully unaware of what's happening on the internet, especially under the maching post of you and mina.
fans are going crazy online, with airport pictures of you holding the bag spreading all over social media.
[isn't that twice's mina crocheted bag for her switch?!]
[this can't be a coincidence anymore!!!!]
[did mina make her one??? or is it the same one???]
reply -> [i mean if mina did make her one, then they're matching...and if it's the same one...then they've been sharing the switch...meaning they've been interacting this whole. damn. time!!!]
[wait i know we've joked about this ship, but i think it's real y'all...]
[guys remember how mina said in her vlog that she never lends her gaming devices to anyone...? tell me i'm not crazy]
another picture was posted, where the pouch had slightly shifted in your hand, just enough for a sticker on the corner of the device to become visible.
[this is it, it's 100% mina's switch]
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by the time you land at your destination, you take your phone out right away, wanting to notify your girlfriend that you arrived safe and sound.
she replies immediately with a "miss you," along with a link to the saved post, "i think our fans nailed it."
and as you open the link, your eyes widen, seeing the hundreds of comments and pictures of your recent appearance at the airport.
whoopsies.
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"what if i seal the deal and kiss you on instagram live?" you murmur in mina's hair, cuddling closer to her on the bed than you already are, peering down at her afterwards.
after coming back after your long travel, with a promise of a good home-cooked meal by mina, you went straight to her apartment after the airport.
and now, with your stomach filled with delicious food made by your girlfriend, and said girlfriend in your arms, there is nothing else you could wish for after a tiring oversea schedule.
she's quiet for a moment, her mind actually pondering about your question until she grows shy and hides her face in the crook of your neck. a string of incoherent words is mumbled, with you catching bits and pieces of "small peck," "no make outs," "reciprocate."
"hm? what did you say, mitang? i can't hear you when your face is in my boobs like that—" you teasingly start before she shuts you off with a small bite on your exposed collarbone, making you groan.
"i said small pecks only...and i'd reciprocate..." she looks away again bashfully, lips jutting out as she gets more flustered.
"oh—so you've thought about it, huh, baby?" you smirk at her reaction until you let out a yelp when she slips a cold hand under her your shirt to pinch your side, "ow! okay, okay, okay, no more teasing, promise!"
you squirm as her hand glides to your stomach, newly self-manicured nail tips grazing your skin before they tease at her your shorts' elastic band.
synopsis: you fuck mina back at the hotel after she’s made you jealous by flirting w her members onstage
author’s note: ~4 months late part 2… for @d3viant0n3 !! i had this almost finished so i hid my computer from my roomie and…. finished… it….. 😳 [not proof read oops]
contents: rough, dirty talk, kinda angry sex, just smut, sub mina, overstimulation, teasing, jealous reader
1k words
you practically throw mina onto the bed, watching as her eyes darken with lust at how rough you’re being with her. if making you jealous was how she’d get you like this in the first place, she would’ve done it a lot earlier…
she doesn’t have time to finish that thought as you pull both her sweatpants and underwear off in one swift motion. the whimper that escapes her lips doesn’t go unnoticed by you.
“you think,” you start slowly, spreading her legs wide, “that you can go back on your promise and just get away with it?”
mina shakes her head no, feeling a wave of wetness rush to her pussy at the way you look at her. there’s something dangerous in your gaze — a mix of jealousy and anger — that only adds to the growing dampness in between her legs.
“still so fucking wet,” you mutter as you slide your fingers against her dripping entrance, smirking a little at the way she leans into your touch. you lightly drag your finger against her clit, and she shivers involuntarily at the sensation. when you look up, she’s looking at you with hooded eyes, breathing uneven as she anticipates more.
you can see her hardened nipples poking through the fabric of her t-shirt — you had rushed her while she was changing out of her encore outfit, and in a hurry to your impatience, she had skipped putting on a bra.
you graze her clit again, causing mina’s hips lift on their own, a frustrated sound coming out of her at the way you tease her, touching her with a pressure that’s barely there.
“patience, baby,” you say in faux sympathy, one end of your lips tugging up when she audibly whines. “you’ll barely remember your own name by the time im done with you.”
with that promise, you thrust two fingers inside her. a pornographic moan falls from her lips as her back arches, pussy fluttering at how full she feels. your fingers slide in and out easily at how wet she is, allowing you to maintain a fast pace. with each thrust, your fingers hit the spongy part of her g-spot, the moans spilling from her lips spurring you to go faster and faster.
“feels good, doesn’t it?” you murmur. when mina tries to open her mouth to answer, you bring your other hand up to her clit, circling it in rhythm to your thrusts. she cries out at the added sensation, throwing her head back into the mattress.
the room fills with the obscene sound of skin slapping and moans falling from her lips. you don’t let down your pace, fucking her so hard that she has to fist the sheets for support. before long, it all becomes too much — the familiar tug in her lower abdomen snaps and her walls squeeze with a vice-like grip around your fingers. she lets out a stuttering gasp, and with a silent scream, her hips arch as she climaxes, body spasming.
she pants, desperately trying to catch her breath after cumming, but you don’t stop. you keep your fingers inside of her, continuing to fuck her past her orgasm.
“t-too sensitive,” mina whimpers, legs trying to close around your hand. her brows are furrowed from the sensitivity, thighs shaking as they try to close. you don’t bat an eye, instead spreading her legs even wider and driving them into the bed.
“you can take it all, baby, i know you can,” you purr, smiling when she obediently stops resisting. her legs still shake from the overstimulation, but she makes an effort to keep them open, letting you continue to pound into her.
“there you go, darling. you asked for this, remember?”
your forearms burn from the pace, but it doesn’t matter — you’re hellbent on making sure she never forgets the promise she made. the image of nayeon’s hands on her during encore flashes through your mind again and a renewed surge of jealousy spreads through you.
“did you like it?” you ask darkly, voice lower than before. “when nayeon was touching you like that? in front of everyone?”
you’re not sure mina’s even listening — she’s a mess of whimpers and moans, trying her best to keep her legs spread wide open for you.
“answer me,” you insist, just to see her struggle to answer. she lets out a barely cohesive answer — she can’t think properly when you’re pumping in and out of her like that, being the roughest you’ve ever been with her. her mind is fuzzy and white with pleasure and the only thing she can focus on is chasing her second high of the night.
you can tell she’s close by the way her moans grow higher in pitch, growing louder to the point you’re sure the people next door can hear.
“gonna cum again? cmon baby, let go for me,” you murmur, starting to curl your fingers into her.
she cries out and with a scream, she climaxes around your finger, body freezing for just a second before becoming a shuddering mess. she’s breathing heavily, panting for air and body limp.
it's only then that you remove your fingers from inside her, wiping your drenched fingers against her thigh. you just stare at her as she tries to catch her breath and regain her composure. she looks so pretty in this state, cheeks flushed red and legs still open, juices dripping and making a mess on the sheets.
synopsis: after a semi-chaotic halloween night celebration at the local club, y/n’s life suddenly took a turn that led her to unexpectedly meet and connect with mina myoui. what begins as an encounter of a twist of fate slowly grows into a deep love that feels too perfect—but as time passes, subtle disturbances begin to creep in, which blurred the line between what is real and what wasn’t.
⋆ pairing: doctor!mina myoui x f. reader
⋆ warnings: angst, profanity/inappropriate terms, alcohol use, car accident, hospitalization, psychological distress, glitch in the matrix
⋆ word count: 7.4k
notes: it’s my first time posting here! took me months to finish this oml... (also kinda not proof read so there might be errors) anyway, hope you guys enjoy!! :)
Halloween is just right around the corner. Kids are dressed up in cheap costumes from either Dollar Tree or Walmart, carrying a classic plastic orange pumpkin basket filled with different kinds of candies enough to give them diabetes. The streets are glowing orange from all the lanterns placed throughout the neighborhood, while all the houses are plastered with fake cobwebs and creepy common decor.
However, halloween isn’t just for trick or treating, and certainly not just for children. For Y/N and her friends, this was an opportunity to have fun and escape the stress of work.
“Oh my god, Y/N, can you drive any faster?” Nayeon exclaimed, peaking out from the backseat.
“What do you expect from her twelve-year-old Lexus?” Sana popped her lips and closed the sunvisor mirror, “This ‘twelve-year-old Lexus’ is the reason all of you ungrateful women have free transportation. Unless one of you secretly has a Ferrari I don’t know about, shut it.” Y/N rebutted as they all shared a laugh.
“And please, next time you use the mirror, close it gently.” Y/N turned to Sana as the latter just gave her a playful smile. “Yeah, close it gently so the engine doesn’t fall out.” Momo added, earning a glare from Y/N.
“I hate all of you,” Y/N flipped them off lovingly before pressing a button. “At least my car is a convertible.” The convertible roof folded back, revealing the night sky above them.
“That’s the only great thing about this ca— Y/N!” Nayeon was cut off and yelled as the Lexus shot forward, accelerating from 60 to 120 in an instant.
“Fasten your seatbelts losers!” Y/N yelled, grinning as the city blurred into neon streaks around them.
“Okay, I take it back. Your Lexus isn’t bad at all.” Momo says as she fastens her seatbelt, looking over to Nayeon. The girl’s hair was all over her face and she’s clearly fuming.
“This is fun!” Sana yelled, raising her hands in the air. The two girls up front are having their fun, while the two in the back are clearly not impressed.
In less than ten minutes, they were already at their destination. “Aaand we’re here.” Y/N halted to a stop and closed the roof, looking back at the two girls who were frozen (and probably traumatized). “You guys look…”
“Crazy.” Sana continued as she looked at them through the rearview mirror.
“I’m gonna kill you, Y/N.” Nayeon threatened the woman as she stroked her hair back and removed the remaining strands from her face, looking at Y/N with an evil glare. “You say that every other day. Anyway, let’s go!”
The four girls entered the club with ease and went straight to the bar. They were all in outfits which quickly caught the attention of others. “Wow, they’re all looking at me.” Nayeon chuckled with confidence as the three gave her a look.
“Please, they’re clearly looking at me.” Y/N corrected as they all scoffed in unison, “Why would they want to look at the both of you when I’m right here?” Sana added, swaying her body to the music and dragging her hands up her body.
“Enough, the three of you. God, I need a drink!” Momo groaned as she ordered a glass of bourbon and sat on the stool.
Laser lights flashed, music blasted, bodies swayed, and the entire place reeked of alcohol and sweat. Classic Halloween at a night club.
The costumes they wore were common, but they definitely knew how to carry themselves by the way they earned a lot of people’s attention. Y/N was wearing a ‘Joker’ inspired costume—black slacks, paired with a white long-sleeve and a purple tie. Sana was matching costumes with Y/N, she’s dressed up as Harley Quinn, dolled up in a mini-short with a matching jacket.
Sana tugged Y/N’s tie, “We look so hot.”
The other two, Nayeon and Momo, are wearing Hooters waitress outfits. “You two look insane,” Momo muttered in her costume.
“This is a costume party, why did the both of you wear your work uniform?” Sana shot back as the two were taken aback. “That’s a compliment.”
“To look like a Hooters waitress?” Y/N asked with her eyebrow raised.
“To look employed.”
“Whatever girls, I’m going to hook up with him.” Nayeon immediately spotted a guy across the room. Before she even gets to walk towards the guy she has been eyeing out for the past five minutes, Y/N grabs her arm. “No you’re not. Nayeon, I need to know if I’m driving you home—”
Nayeon kissed Y/N’s cheek, whispering, “Live a little, babe.” before disappearing into the crowd.
Eventually the group scattered like confetti thrown too hard.
The night went by fast, it was all a blur to Y/N. She doesn’t know if it’s the amount of drinks she took, or the way the club was just so packed and it felt too dizzying. All of them eventually split up and were not going to go home together anymore.
Nayeon probably went to hook up with some guy, Sana and Momo probably did the same. But Y/N just stayed in the bar and sat still in the stool. She glanced at her phone to check the time and decided that it was time to go home.
She left a bill under the shot glass and left the scene, walking up to her car and starting the engine.
Y/N was drunk, but not entirely. Half drunk, half sober. She then drives out of the parking lot, heading down to the road.
She was driving well and could manage, but then her head started to throb uncontrollably. It started to affect her vision too, then it all became too blurry, but she still kept on driving.
The traffic light flashed orange, but her vision was too fucked up to see that it had already changed to red. She kept on driving, and that’s when a cargo truck hit her car hard and fast.
—
Y/N stirred up.
She opened her eyes to see a white ceiling, the sound of machinery beeping entering her ears, and the smell of sterile air flooding her nostrils.
She saw a nurse standing next to her. The nurse checking the logs beside her noticed Y/N’s attempt to move, and she alerted the doctor in an instant.
The door opens almost immediately, revealing a woman in a clad white suit with scrubs underneath, holding a clipboard with a stethoscope around her neck.
This woman is probably the most beautiful woman Y/N has ever seen.
“Hello, I’m Dr. Mina Myoui.”
“Can you understand me properly?” Dr. Myoui asks, her voice calm as silk, “Yes.” Y/N nodded as she tried to mumble.
“Can you see properly?” The doctor asks again.
“…only when I look at you.”
Dr. Myoui blinked, taken aback with her patient’s flirtatious remark. Then, she laughed softly.
“Your vitals are stable,” Dr. Myoui murmured, a faint smile tugging at her lips, “but if I’m the only thing you see clearly… that sounds less like a symptom and more like a preference.”
“Anyway, that’s good. It’s unusual for patients with an accident like this to wake up early, but I’m seeing that your results are positive. Thankfully, the car crash didn’t damage any parts of your brain or any vital nerve in your body.” Dr. Myoui explains, while observing the machines all connected to Y/N’s body.
“That’s… relieving to hear.” Y/N replies weakly as Dr. Myoui places a hand on her shoulder, “Don’t try to do anything yet, you’re still recovering. Refrain from moving or talking much.” Dr. Myoui informs Y/N with a smile.
“Well, I’ll check up on you and see you later. Rest well, Ms. Y/N.” Dr. Myoui grabbed the clipboard and left the room, leaving Y/N alone there, in an empty and poorly decorated hospital room.
Later arrived, and it was time for the check up. Dr. Myoui arrived again, but this time, no white coat and clipboard. Her hair was laid down, and the stethoscope was nowhere to be seen.
Y/N’s heartbeat spiked so dramatically the monitor betrayed her entire soul. Dr. Myoui saw that Y/N’s heart raised due to the vital monitor exposing her heartbeat.
“What’s wrong?” Dr. Myoui asked, “Your heart is beating faster and faster. Are you nervous?”
“You’re very…”
“Yes?”
“Beautiful.” Y/N muttered out with effort, clearly weak enough to speak in full sentences.
“Oh, really now? Are you sure it’s not the concussion making you say all these?”
“Anyway, you’re in good condition. I’ll have a nurse to feed you and prep you for tonight. You still need to stay here for three or more days since we need to monitor your condition and do check ups from time to time.” Dr. Myoui gives Y/N a small smile and heads out through the door.
—
Those three days became conversations.
Y/N surprisingly managed to get past the doctor’s walls through corny jokes and poor flirtatious attempts. Y/N kept pestering Mina with her silly doings and eventually got her number.
Their conversations became coffee outside hospital walls. A few coffee dates became romantic dinners. Dinners then became comfortably living together under one roof. They both started officially dating five months after Y/N was discharged from the hospital.
Dating Mina felt like starring in a romantic movie or being the main lead character in a best-selling romance novel. Mina had a way of making Y/N feel at ease without ever trying. Being near her was like sitting by a glowing fireplace, a mug of hot chocolate cradled in her hands while snow fell quietly outside.
When Y/N wakes up beside Mina and gets a glimpse of her face, it feels like soft sunlight spilling across her eyes on a slow Saturday morning. Mina’s smile alone could carry her through the longest days, and her laughter was a sound Y/N found herself waiting for, day after day, without ever growing tired of it. It just felt like home. Everything just felt right.
They got married after three years of dating.
After the wedding, it started. The soft bittersweet mornings, drinking coffee while cuddling on the couch, and half-awake kisses in the morning. They lived a content life in Y/N’s penthouse high above the city that never slept.
Everything is perfect for the newlyweds.
Until it wasn’t.
It started small. A lamp in the living room flickered strangely—not like it was broken, but like it was trying to light up in a shape light wasn’t meant to make.
“Honey, did you see that?” Y/N asked Mina as she pointed to the lamp that seemed out of place. “See what, baby?” Mina made her way to her wife and wrapped her hands around Y/N’s neck.
“You look scared, baby. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I’m probably just seeing things.” Y/N shrugged what she saw as Mina just gave a comforting smile, “You can tell me, darling. What is it?”
“The lamp just flickered in a weird way,” Y/N murmured, tucking her face into the curve of Mina’s neck as if it were the safest place in the world.
“It’s probably just the bulb, baby,” Mina whispered gently. “You must be so overworked, darling.” Her fingers moved slowly through Y/N’s hair, unhurried and familiar like it was a quiet promise that everything was okay.
Y/N let out a tired breath, her shoulders finally relaxing as Mina held her closer. The room felt softer then, calmer, as if the night itself had decided to give them peace.
“Come on,” Mina said softly, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Let’s get you to sleep. You still have work tomorrow.”
—
It wasn’t just once.
The buildings through the window seemed wrong and out of place sometimes. The shapes and angles of the structure shifted. The window lights froze mid-flicker. The clouds would sometimes stop moving for a few minutes, and Y/N noticed everything.
The Saturday morning settled quietly over the apartment, and Mina was still curled beneath the blankets, breathing slow and even. Y/N had left the bed hours earlier, long before the sky began to soften with light. Sleep had refused her, no matter how badly she wanted it.
She could not tell whether exhaustion was finally catching up to her or if something deeper was wrong. For days now, strange little glitches had been creeping into her vision, moments that lingered too long in her mind and left her spiraling with thoughts she could not stop thinking of.
By six in the morning, the sun had already climbed high enough to paint the clouds and skyline in baby blue. Y/N stood on the balcony with a cup of coffee warming her hands, staring out at the city. For a moment, everything felt normal. Peaceful, even.
Then the clouds stopped moving. Not slowed, not drifting lazily, but completely still.
Y/N rubbed at her eyes and stepped back inside, not wanting to deal with these hallucinations. She dropped onto the couch and turned on the television, hoping noise might ground her, but the screen was frozen. The image did not move. The sound did not play. When she glanced at the clock, its hands were also locked in place.
Panic crept in quietly, tightening her chest. She hurried to the bedroom to check on Mina, only to find her still asleep, her face relaxed and untouched by whatever was happening. Y/N could not bring herself to wake her. Not when Mina just worked a 12 hour shift yesterday.
She returned to the balcony, needing proof that her mind isn’t making up things. The street below was frozen in time, cars halted mid-motion, like the whole world just stopped. She blinked, hard, and suddenly everything lurched back to life.
The engines of the cars came alive again. The faint noise of honking cut through the air. The clouds began to move across the sky as they always had. The world started moving again like nothing happened at all, leaving Y/N frozen in place, her heart still racing from all the thoughts flooding her mind.
Whatever Y/N had just witnessed vanished as easily as it appeared.
“What the fuck,” Y/N whispered, her voice barely there.
She did not linger on it any longer. Fear had a way of growing when fed.
Y/N slipped back into bed, tucking herself into Mina’s arms, seeking comfort in something real.
“Mmm, baby, you’re awake?” Mina murmured, her voice thick with sleep.
Y/N shushed her gently and pressed a kiss to Mina’s forehead, breathing in her warmth until the world felt steady again. Before another thought could take hold, they both drifted back into sleep.
She closed her eyes.
And opened them to beeping, sterile air, white ceiling.
“What—” her voice cracked. “Where am I?”
The nurse gasped. “Doctor! She’s awake again!”
“Again? What? Where’s Mina? Where’s my wife?”
The door opened, as if it was cued, revealing the same woman who Y/N spent three years of her life with. With the same bun, wearing the same scrubs, holding the same clipboard. But something was far too different.
“Ms. Y/N,” Dr. Myoui said softly.
“You’ve finally woken up from your coma.”
Y/N’s breath caught. “...coma?”
“After three years.”
Y/N’s entire world dropped out from under her.
Dr. Myoui slowly put down her clipboard. “Your friends are on their way.”
“You’re my wife…” Y/N whispered, voice cracking, pleading. Dr. Myoui stared at her for a long moment.
“I’m not your wife, Y/N.”
Y/N shook her head violently. “No, no, no…”
“We got married and we had a baby!”
Dr. Myoui’s expression softened painfully. She sat on the bed and held Y/N’s trembling hand.
“Your brain created a world to protect you while you were unconscious,” she said quietly. “Dreams feel real, especially long-term ones. But they were still dreams.”
Y/N stared at her, tears pooling. “No… no, it wasn’t a dream. I felt you. I loved you. You— you loved me back.”
Mina inhaled sharply, her voice softening. “Tell me what happened.”
“I lived a whole life with you,” Y/N whispered, shaking. “I married you. We were going to raise a child together.”
“You were mine.”
Silence.
Mina’s eyes glimmered with an emotion she immediately tried to hide. Sorrow.
The door burst open, revealing Sana sobbing, Nayeon yelling, Momo sniffling aggressively. They surrounded Y/N in a blur of noise and tears.
Behind them, Dr. Myoui quietly stepped back.
But before leaving, she looked at Y/N again. A look so gentle it shattered something inside. And she whispered, “Maybe in another world.”
Y/N’s heart broke again. Because for her, that world was real.
And for a brief moment, she swore she saw the lights in the hospital room flicker just like the glitching lamp in her dream-home penthouse.
Maybe the worlds weren’t as separate as everyone believed.
—
The next morning, Dr. Mina Myoui walked in again.
Y/N’s heart still betrayed her. It always did whenever she saw Mina.
“Good morning.” Mina smiled softly. “How’s the head?”
“Confused,” Y/N admitted. “Very… confused.”
Mina nodded, pulling up a chair. “That’s normal after a coma,” she said. “Dreams can be vivid. Sometimes the brain fills in empty space with… comfort.”
Comfort. What a painfully insufficient word for the world Y/N had lived in.
“You remember a lot,” Mina added gently. “That’s rare.”
“I remember everything.” Y/N swallowed. “Your laugh. Our kitchen. The sound our baby made when she sneezed. I remember… your warmth.”
Mina froze. For one rare moment, the professional doctor mask slipped—revealing something tender and raw. “That wasn’t real, Y/N,” she said, but her voice trembled just slightly.
“I know,” Y/N whispered. But she didn’t. Not in the ways that mattered.
Mina stood abruptly, regaining composure. “I’ll check your vitals now.”
As she leaned over, her hand brushed Y/N’s wrist. They locked eyes, and for one impossible heartbeat, the world around them shifted—walls bending like heat haze, the beeping monitor slowing, the light flickering into a warm golden glow. Glowing in that certain glow from a lamp Y/N recognized.
The living room lamp. The distorted one. The glitching one.
“Doctor?” a nurse said from the door, breaking the moment. Mina stepped back like she had been burned.
“Everything’s fine,” she said quickly, exiting before Y/N could speak. But as she left, Y/N caught something on Mina’s face.
Recognition.
—
Everything was normal, but only on the surface. Because every night, Y/N saw it.
Her penthouse flickering into view in the corner of her eye. Mina’s wedding band glinting on her finger for a split second. A baby’s cry echoing faintly before disappearing.
And in the darkest hours, when the hospital halls were quiet… she heard Mina’s voice. Not the doctor, but the wife.
“I miss you.”
Y/N sat upright, heart pounding. “Mina?”
Silence.
Then, her IV bag glitched, the liquid freezing mid-drip before flowing again.
It was like something, or someone, was trying to get a hold of her.
—
The day Y/N was discharged from the hospital, everything just felt wrong.
Her friends drove her home. Nayeon was lecturing her for twenty minutes straight, with Sana holding her hand like she was scared Y/N would disappear, and Momo crying in the corner of the car like a malfunctioning water fountain.
“You’re not allowed to almost die again,” Momo sniffled. “That was traumatic for me.”
“For you?” Y/N blinked. “I was the one who—”
“Yeah but I had to cry in public!” Momo cut her off, dramatic as always.
“Are you going to be fine, Y/N?” Sana asked, skidding closer to Y/N. “Are you sure you don’t want us to spend the night with you?” She asked once more as Y/N shook her head up and down.
“I appreciate you girls, but I still really need to think. Three years is no joke.”
The company of the girls was comforting, familiar, grounding. Yet something still felt off.
The moment they dropped her off at her apartment, the world grew quiet again. Her apartment was neat and fine, considering it had remained untouched for three years. And that unsettled her more than if it had been haunted.
The first night back home is the hardest.
Y/N’s apartment feels too quiet, like it was holding its breath around her.
She wakes up twice thinking she’s supposed to hear someone brushing their teeth in the master bathroom, humming a song off-key.
Someone who never existed here.
Y/N sits on the edge of her bed, pressing her palms to her eyes until the world blurs into black. Everything hurts in that strangely dull way a healing wound does.
She whispers into the dark. “Why did it feel so real?”
Something hums like it was a reply. There was a soft vibration in her chest—a shiver, almost like a memory trying to open a door.
“It was just a dream.” Y/N breathes in, convincing herself that it was never real.
Y/N repeats it until the words feel like someone else’s.
—
Y/N returns for a follow-up with Dr. Myoui.
Mina looks different today. Or maybe Y/N’s seeing her with the eyes of someone who remembers a life that didn’t happen—someone who remembers counting the moles in her face, tracing them with her thumb while she slept.
“Y/N,” Mina says, lips curving, warm but also cautious. “How are you feeling?”
Y/N shrugs, eyes dropping to her hands. “Better, physically.”
“Emotionally?” she asks, pulling out a stool and sitting closer, the exact distance Y/N’s imaginary wife used to sit when checking her pulse just to touch her.
“Different,” Y/N answered quietly, Mina’s gaze lingering on Y/N too long.
“Can I ask you something?” Y/N said suddenly.
“Anything.”
“Have you ever had a dream so real you wake up grieving it?” Mina’s breath hitched, barely, but Y/N heard it.
She turns her head away as if to mask it. “I… suppose that can happen, after trauma.”
Y/N shook her head. “No, that’s not what I mean.”
Mina blinks slowly, then tilts her head. “I had a dream,” she says quietly, almost to herself, “last week. About someone I—” Mina stops, swallowing hard. “It doesn’t matter.”
“Say it,”
Mina studies Y/N’s face. Every line. Every feature. Then, in a whisper so thin it could shatter. “It felt like I was married.”
Y/N’s lungs forget how to work.
“To who?” Y/N asked, even though she already knew the answer.
Mina looks away, “I’ve never seen her before,” she says. “But she felt… familiar. Like I’d known her for years. Like she kept saying my name like it was a promise.”
“Do you remember what she looked like?” Y/N asked, her voice barely steady.
Mina’s lips part, just slightly, before she answers. “She had your eyes.”
“Anyway, I’ve been… looking into your case,” Mina said slowly. “Your brain activity during the coma was... unusual.”
“In what way?”
Mina hesitated. “Consistent.”
“Consistent?”
“You weren’t dreaming randomly,” she said. “Your scans show long-term neurological patterns. Patterns that resemble…” She searched for the word.
“…memory formation.”
Y/N felt her stomach drop. “Are you saying I lived those three years somewhere?”
“I’m saying,” Mina replied carefully, “your brain behaved like it wasn’t dreaming… but recording.”
“And I think,” Mina added quietly, “I was there too.”
Y/N’s breath hitched. “What do you mean?”
Mina took a shaky breath, the first truly vulnerable thing Y/N had ever seen her do. “Because sometimes,” Mina said, her voice low, “I feel like I remember things I shouldn’t.”
Mina looked down at her hands. “I had a dream yesterday,” she whispered. “I was in a penthouse. You were laughing, carrying a baby.”
“Carrying a baby that was… calling for me.”
“That wasn’t a dream,” Y/N whispered. “That was our life.”
Mina looked up, and spoke with a trembling voice. “Y/N, why do I feel like I’m losing something I never had?”
Y/N reached for her hand instinctively. But when their fingers touched, the room glitched in a flash.
For one impossible second, the hospital office dissolved. The table was replaced by their shared silk satin sheets, the walls replaced by the glass windows overlooking the city, the cold television replaced by the warmth of their child’s crib.
Mina gasped. “Y/N—”
But the moment snapped like a rubber band, reality slamming back into place. The room was normal again.
“What was that?” Mina whispered, staring at Y/N while breathing hard, her dark brown eyes wide in shock and fear.
Y/N squeezed her hand. “You saw that too?”
Later that night, Y/N stood in front of her bathroom mirror, both her hands on the edge of the sink, looking at herself as if it would prevent her from going crazy.
The mirror rippled.
It wasn’t a hallucination, and definitely not a trick of light. It rippled once, just like the way water does after a pebble breaks its surface. Y/N blinked at the sight, and her reflection blinked a half-second too late.
Y/N jerked backward, her heart choking her ribs.
It wasn’t enough to be terrifying, but just enough to be wrong.
“Okay,” Y/N whispered, her voice trembling. “I’m calling a priest.”
Y/N tries to laugh, but instead her throat tightens. “I wish I could’ve just stayed there.”
The lights buzz once overhead.
Then, there was a reply—not verbal, not visual, but through the pulses in the air. Despite having poor air circulation in her bathroom, Y/N felt air from behind. It felt soft as if someone was breathing behind her.
“You’re not supposed to choose yet.”
Y/N spun around, but there was no one.
The next morning, everything around Y/N feels thinner. Instead of her feeling light, she felt like something was weighing her down.
Who wouldn’t feel all the heaviness when you try to live in a body that remembers things you never lived through?
Y/N used all of her strength to get out of bed and went straight to the kitchen to make tea, trying to calm her breathing and those thoughts that were drowning her out.
The kettle then whistles—whistling in a ringing, shrill note.
The kettle continued to whistle, although for a moment, it was suddenly harmonizing with another sound.
Someone humming in the kitchen.
Y/N’s chest tightened, her fingers trembling against the counter. She turned around, but still, there was no one there.
“I need to see a therapist.” Y/N sighed her thoughts out loud, both of her hands running down her face.
Y/N’s eyes sting. Not from the smoke coming out of the kettle, but because she keeps on yearning for something that was never real in the first place.
Y/N whispered into the empty room.
“I miss you.”
—
Days passed.
Y/N and Mina saw each other more. Not romantically, but out of necessity, fear, and curiosity. The glitches of reality followed them like their own shadows.
There was this one time Mina reached for a pen in her office, and for the briefest second, her hand displayed a wedding ring on her finger that wasn’t there. Y/N also swore she heard a baby cry every time she walked past a certain lamp in her living room.
On a random Friday night, Y/N was scrolling through her gallery, looking at the photos she took years ago before the accident. She was looking at old food photos, random screenshots, and pictures of Y/N and her three best friends whenever they hung out.
Her thumb slid to the next, and it was a new video. It was a video she did not take.
It was a video of their penthouse living room, bathed in warm, honeyed light. Soft yellow curtains drifted like sunlight breathing through the wind, casting gentle shadows that swayed across the walls.
On the couch, Y/N and Mina were cuddled into each other, their limbs tangled in quiet devotion as a horror film flickered before them. In the corner, their newborn slept peacefully in the crib, unbothered by the tension on screen.
A scared Y/N clung to Mina with desperate hands, burying herself against her as if the shadows might spill out of the television and reach for her next. Mina softly laughed, fond of her wife’s silly antics.
“Such a baby.” Mina mumbled out loud and then inched closer to press a lingering kiss on Y/N’s cheek.
Seeing this all on video, Y/N’s breath stuttered. She dropped her phone onto the bed, scrambling backwards until her spine hit the headboard.
“No, no, no—”
Not even a minute later, her phone buzzed.
It was a text from Mina.
Dr. Mina Myoui:
Do you see it too?
Y/N’s fingers trembled as she typed back.
Y/N:
See what?
There was a long pause.
Dr. Mina Myoui:
I just found a picture of us and colorful magnetic letters on my fridge.
Y/N:
That’s crazy
Mina, what’s happening to us?
She replies almost instantly.
Dr. Mina Myoui:
I don’t know, but I think it’s trying to tell us something.
I’m scared, Y/N.
Something cracks open in Y/N’s chest, because she realized that this isn’t about a dream anymore. This isn’t memory loss. This isn’t confusion.
This is the seeping of grief for a life they lived somewhere else, somewhere unknown. It is a life that refuses to stay gone.
—
One night, an exhausted and messy Mina came over to Y/N’s apartment, clutching a manila folder filled with results and notes.
“Okay,” she said, dropping the folder on the table, “I’ve been testing a theory.”
“You have a theory?”
“I always have theories,” Mina said, brushing her bangs back. “I just don’t always have evidence. But now I might.” She flipped open a page.
“What… is that?”
“Your brain scans from when you were in the coma.” Mina pointed. “This pattern shouldn’t exist.”
“I don’t understand—”
“It looks like a memory loop.” Mina whispered. “It looks like stable repetition, not just random dreaming. Your brain was forming memories like you were truly experiencing it.”
“Like… I was living a real life.” Y/N swallowed.
Mina nodded, “But here’s what scares me,” she starts softly. “This—” she pointed again, “is my brain scan from yesterday.”
The pattern looked the same.
“You’re remembering it too,” Y/N whispered, her blood running cold.
“My brain is showing that I’m remembering it like a memory, but that’s not possible.” Mina said as she nervously nodded. “It breaks every rule of neurology. Every rule of the physical world.”
“Mina,” Y/N whispered, “the physical world has been glitching around us for weeks. I think the rules broke before we did.”
Mina laughed shakily. “How comforting.”
Then the room flickered again, this time, it was stronger. Mina grabbed Y/N’s arm while the latter clutched the table with all her might.
For one terrifying, beautiful moment, they were back in the penthouse.
There were wedding photos hung on the wall, wine glasses on the coffee table, and baby toys scattered on the floor.
This was their life and home. The world that they unknowingly and uncontrollably lost.
Mina’s breath hitched.
—
It has been a week since they last met.
Y/N was just getting ready for bed when she heard her phone ring.
It was Mina.
Y/N hesitated before picking up, “Hey.”
There’s a long exhale from the other end. “Y/N,” she murmurs, her voice trembling like she’s been thinking of calling for hours. “Can we talk? In person?”
“Sure. What’s wrong?”
“I keep remembering things,” she whispers, “things that I’ve never experienced.”
Y/N’s stomach drops. “Like what?”
“Like I’ve lived for years with a wife and daughter waiting at home.”
Y/N closed her eyes because her heart can’t hold everything happening inside it anymore. “Where are you?”
“I’m outside,” Mina admits breathlessly. “I know I shouldn’t be, it’s unprofessional, but I had to see you.”
Y/N walked to her apartment’s window, glancing right outside. Then, there she was, standing on the sidewalk, looking up at the apartment building. Her eyes were glistening, her breath fogging in the night air.
Y/N was down the stairs before she could even think.
Mina sat closer to Y/N this time, close enough that both of their knees were brushing. Close enough for Y/N to feel that Mina was also trembling.
Mina reaches into her pocket and pulls out something small.
Y/N’s wedding ring.
Y/N felt her knees instantly get weak.
“I found it on my nightstand this morning,” Mina whispers. “I woke up crying.”
Mina places the ring gently in her palm, and the moment the metal touches Y/N’s skin, the world flickered once again.
It was harder this time. It felt brighter and more vivid. It felt like two realities were forcing themselves to forge together.
Y/N blinked, then saw her. Not the doctor, but the wife. Mina was touching Y/N’s cheek, her eyes soft and dilated with years of loving her. Y/N lifted her hand, gently resting it over Mina’s as it traced the softness of her cheek. Then, reality flickered once again, showing the real Mina—the one who was trembling and terrified.
Mina leaned forward and pressed her cheek to Y/N’s, whispering: “If another universe loved you first, then I’ll spend this one learning how.”
The both of them were now stuck between two worlds and two identities. But there is only supposed to be one truth.
—
Who would’ve known that both worlds were about to fully collide on a random Tuesday night?
There was a soft knock on Y/N’s bedroom door. She froze.
Y/N was all alone in her apartment.
Y/N’s heart stutters in her chest before asking, her voice wavering, “Who are you?”
There was no reply other than the silence.
Then, the door knob slowly turned. It was gentle, like someone memorized how it feels to open Y/N’s door without waking her.
The door opens, and there she is.
The wife.
Mina looks exactly like she did on their wedding day—her luscious long hair cascading over one shoulder, a soft glow around her. She looks beautiful.
But her eyes. God, her eyes destroyed Y/N.
They were red, wet, and broken.
“Y/N, I missed you…” Mina whispers her name, as if it were a prayer and punishment all at once.
And Y/N collapses inside. She stumbled backward, her breath shaking. “Mina—”
“I can’t— you’re not—”
Mina rushes forward and holds Y/N’s face with trembling hands. Feeling the warmth from Mina's palms made it feel real. It was finally real this time.
“Don’t say it,” she whispers. “Don’t tell me I’m not real.”
Tears spill down Y/N’s cheeks instantly.
Because she can’t say it. Because every cell in her body remembers Mina. Deeply, wrongly, and beautifully.
Mina presses her forehead against Y/N’s. “You left,” she murmurs, voice shattering into a thousand tiny pieces, “and I looked everywhere for you. I tore the house apart. I screamed until my voice disappeared. I slept on the floor because your pillow still smelled like you.”
Y/N’s knees went weak.
“I thought—” Mina swallows harshly, “I thought you died.”
Y/N started sobbing so hard, as she shook her head desperately. “I didn’t leave you,” she whispered back. “I swear, Mina, I didn’t want to.”
“You promised me forever.”
“I know—”
“You promised me a life.”
“I know—”
“You gave me a child,” Mina chokes out, collapsing into her wife, “and you didn’t even get to watch her grow.”
Mina pulls something from her pocket.
It was a small fabric. Their daughter’s baby sock.
Y/N’s whole body went still.
Mina catches her before she hits the floor, holding Y/N crushed against her chest as tears fall onto her hair.
“She keeps looking at the door waiting for you.” Mina whispers, a sob tearing through her.
Y/N broke. There’s no more dignity, no more composure, and no more strength left in her bones.
Because how can you remain standing when a life you loved is calling you home?
Before Y/N could even utter a response, there was a voice behind her.
“…Y/N?”
Y/N turned to see the real Mina standing in the doorway.
Now, there were two of them. Two Minas, two worlds, and two futures all combined. And both were looking at Y/N like she was the axis their world spins on.
Mina, the real one, entered the unit and walked towards the two. Her voice shakes, but she forces the words out.
“Don’t go.”
Y/N’s dream-wife pulled her closer, gripping her shirt desperately. “No baby, come home.”
Mina’s breath hitches, “You said I’m her too,” she whispers. “You said you saw me in her. Let me learn how to love you the way she did.”
The dream-wife clutched Y/N’s hands tight, her tears falling endlessly. “Baby, we already have a life—a home, a daughter, a family. Don’t abandon us.”
The real Mina moves closer, eyes locked on Y/N’s. “I don’t have your memories,” she says softly, “but I have your heart right now. And I’m terrified, Y/N.”
“Because I don’t know how to compete with a version of myself who already had everything with you.”
Y/N shook her head violently, “It’s not a competition—”
Mina cuts you off with a shattered whisper, “Then choose me because I’m here and alive. Because I’m real in this world.”
“Or choose me because you already loved me once.”
Y/N felt like her heart was being cracked open right then and there.
Two hands are holding her—one from the world she lived in by accident, and one from the world she lived in by destiny. And Y/N is the fault line splitting them apart.
Both of them whisper Y/N’s name at the same time. They were both breaking, reaching, and yearning for Y/N.
And Y/N thought about it deeply, understanding the cruelty of deciding. No matter who she chooses, she will break someone who wears the same face of the one she truly loves.
Y/N’s chest tightens until she can barely breathe. She gathered the strength to lift her head, glancing at both of the women.
With her voice trembling, barely a breath, she finally spoke. “I know who I choose.”
Both of them froze as Y/N closed her eyes and exhaled deeply.
Y/N’s breath catches in her throat.
The dream-wife was holding Y/N’s hand tightly like she’s praying to a god she doesn’t believe in. The real Mina was standing behind Y/N, her hand gripping the wall, trying not to fall apart.
Both women were waiting for what Y/N was going to say.
Y/N inhaled slowly, her voice wavering when she spoke. “…Mina.”
Both looked up, but Y/N’s eyes found the one who wore her ring.
The one who lived the years Y/N remembered in her bones. The one whose lips said “I do” in a world stitched together by love and impossible luck.
Her wife. Her dream-wife.
Y/N lifted her hand to Mina’s cheek, pressing her tears into her palm. “I choose you.”
The wife broke down, her whole body collapsing forward in relief, in grief, in unbearable, unconditional love. Mina wraps her arms around Y/N, pulling her wife into her chest like she’s afraid she’ll disappear again.
The real Mina gasped quietly. It was a punch, a hard blow towards her heart. But she doesn’t fight, she doesn’t scream, she doesn’t beg. Mina just covers her mouth and lets the tears fall silently through her fingers.
Because she understands. She really does.
But it still destroys her.
Y/N whispered against her wife’s shoulder, “I’m coming home.”
Mina sobs so hard it shakes both of you, “Please,” she whispers into your hair. “Please hurry.”
“She keeps asking for you. Every morning. Every night. I didn’t know how to tell her you were gone.”
Y/N clutched her tighter, pressing a kiss onto her lips. “I won’t leave you again,”
And for the first time since waking in the hospital, Y/N’s heart feels… whole. A little broken and bruised, but whole.
Y/N’s wife cupped her cheeks, “Let’s go,” she whispers. “Come home with me.”
Y/N nodded, stepping toward her.
Both of their fingers lace together—perfectly, instinctively, as if they were exactly made for each other.
Then, the world around the both of them began to warp.
The edges blurred, the colors bled, and the reality folded inward, welcoming Y/N back.
Mina, the wife, smiled through her tears. “You’re coming back,” she breathes. “You’re coming—”
Her voice cuts out.
The world froze, as if someone pressed pause on existence.
Y/N’s hand was still tangled with hers, but Mina was no longer moving. Mina’s face is frozen mid-smile, mid-hope, and mid-salvation.
Y/N’s gaze faltered, her confusion blooming softly, as that same familiar quiet and lingering ache found its way back into her heart. “Mina?”
No response.
Y/N turned around, to see that the real Mina was watching, trembling, and terrified but not frozen.
Y/N lifted her free hand, trying to touch her wife who was frozen in time.
Her fingers passed through her wife’s hair. Not through the strands, but through the entire shape of her. It passed through like she was never meant to be held in this world.
Y/N’s breath stops. “Mina…?”
“No. No, no, please—”
The dream-wife flickered. Once. Twice.
Light trailing around her like a dissolving film. Y/N collapses to her knees, still gripping her fading hand.
“No!” She blurs again.
Mina’s lips move silently, Y/N couldn’t hear her, but she can read it.
“Come home.”
Tears flooded Y/N’s eyes until she could barely see. “Take me with you!” she screamed. “Please—”
“Please, take me—!”
The reality finally cracked, the light burst in a bright luminescence.
In a short moment, her hand falls right through Y/N’s. And then she is gone. Completely.
The room went silent.
Y/N was kneeling on the floor, her hands empty with her breath shaking violently.
The real Mina ran to Y/N immediately, dropping down beside her. Mina pulled Y/N into her arms as she collapsed forward with a broken sob that barely resembled a human.
Mina held Y/N’s head to her chest, stroking her hair as the woman completely broke and fell apart in her lap.
“Because she wasn’t meant to stay and you weren’t meant to leave.” Mina whispers, her tears falling into Y/N’s hair.
Y/N cried for a long time—for the wife who waited, for their daughter who was waiting for her, for the home that was one world out of reach, and for the promises she couldn’t fulfill.
Y/N cried in the hands of the one she didn’t choose.
Mina cups Y/N’s face gently, forcing her to meet her red swollen eyes.
“Look at me,” she whispers. “You didn’t lose her. You lived with her, you loved her. And she loved you enough to let you go.”
Y/N collapsed against her, sobbing harder this time. Mina’s voice cracks as she holds the trembling woman, “I’m here, baby.”
“I have no intention to replace her, but let me stay with you until we learn how to love each other.”
And for the first time, Y/N let her.
Because she didn’t choose her out of love, and yet Mina was still here, cradling Y/N in her arms.
And somewhere out there, another woman named Mina kisses her daughter goodnight and calls out her wife’s name into the dark.
𑣲 content. dom toxic!mina, dubcon, hypnosis, manipulation, degradation, praise kink, use of toys (dildo), corruption kink, overstimulation
𑣲 word count. 2,076
summary. you asked for help deciding. mina decided everything.
from jenn. this is actually 2 requests combined!!! somehow 🦞 and 🌊 anon were spiritually connected fr.. this was supposed to go up on mina’s birthday but i had to tweak some parts + got lazy so.. belated happy birthday minaaa 🐧 also idk how i feel about this one i think i just reread it too many times and started nitpicking everything BUT i still hope it hits for you guys the way it did in my head
The apartment was a mess of open tabs, half-written emails, and the heavy, suffocating silence of your own indecision. You were sitting at the kitchen island, head in your hands, staring at two different job offers, three different lease agreements, and a life that felt like it was crumbling under the weight of a dozen maybe’s.
“I can’t do it, Mina,” you whispered, your voice cracking. “I can’t pick. Every time I think I’ve decided, I find a reason why it’s the wrong move. My head is just... it’s too loud.”
Mina didn’t offer a hug. She didn’t offer a glass of water.
“It’s loud because you’re letting it be,” she murmured. “You’re obsessed with the ‘what if’ instead of the ‘what is’ You need to clear the cache, Y/N. You need to let someone else handle the steering for a while.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” you snapped, the stress finally bubbling over into a heated, jagged edge. “I feel like I can’t even think for myself anymore.”
“Maybe that’s the problem,” Mina countered, her voice dropping an octave as she walked toward you. She didn’t stop until she was inches away, her presence filling your entire field of vision. “You think too much, and you do it poorly. You’re paralyzed. And it’s exhausting to watch you suffer through your own incompetence.”
“Incompetence?!” You stood up, your chair screeching against the floor. “I’m trying to make a life decision, Mina! Not pick a movie!”
“And yet, you can’t even do that,” she hissed, her eyes locking onto yours with a dark, unblinking intensity. She held up a hand, her index finger pointing directly at the bridge of your nose. “Sit. Down.”
The command was so sharp, so authoritative, that your knees buckled before your brain could even register the insult. You slumped back into the chair.
“Look at me,” Mina commanded, her voice softening. “You’re so tired of choosing, aren’t you? You want the noise to stop. You want to wake up and just... know what to do.”
“I... I do,” you breathed, your anger suddenly feeling distant, like it belonged to someone else.
“Then let the door swing open,” she whispered, leaning down until her forehead nearly touched yours. “I know what’s best for you, darling. I’ve always known. Your thoughts are just... clutter. And I’m going to help you throw them away. Now focus on my voice.”
Your eyes were fixed on Mina’s, and for the first time in weeks, your brain wasn’t shouting a list of pros and cons.
It was silent. And it was terrifyingly peaceful.
“There,” Mina whispered, her thumb brushing over your cheekbone. “See? No more ‘what ifs.’ No more ‘maybe next time’ Just my voice. It’s a lot easier to breathe when you aren’t suffocating under your own doubt, isn’t it?”
“It’s... quiet,” you breathed, your voice sounding small and distant, like it was coming from the bottom of a well.
“Good,” Mina cooed, her gaze dropping to the job offers sitting on the counter. She didn’t even look at the salary or the benefits. She just picked one up—the one that would keep you in the city, the one with the longest hours, the one that made you most dependent on her schedule—and tore the other one in half.
“You’re going to take the local offer, darling,” she said, her voice dropping into that authoritative register that made your spine feel like it was melting. “You’re going to call them tomorrow morning. You’re going to tell them you’ve made up your mind. Do you understand?”
“I... understand,” you murmured. The logic of it didn’t even matter anymore. If Mina said it was the right choice, then the clutter in your head couldn’t argue.
Mina leaned in, her lips ghosting against your ear. “And when people ask you why you chose it... you’re going to tell them it was your own idea. Because you’re a smart, capable girl who finally knows what she wants. Right?”
“Right,”
“Good girl,” she whispered, her hand sliding down to grip the back of your neck, grounding you in the trance. “Now, stay right here. I’m going to make us some dinner.”
The dinner plates were cleared, the wine was finished, and the heavy fog in your brain was finally starting to lift. You felt light. Almost too light.
Until you opened your laptop.
Your eyes scanned the sent folder. “Mina?” your voice was trembling, the anger bubbling up through the cracks of the fading trance. “What is this? Why did I…”
Mina was standing by the record player, flipping through a stack of vinyl. She didn’t flinch. She didn’t even turn around.
“You were overwhelmed, darling,” she murmured, her voice as smooth and cool as the marble countertop. “You asked for peace of mind. I gave it to you. The decision is made. The noise is gone. Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“I asked for help making a choice, Mina! Not for you to hijack my career!” You stood up, the chair scraping harshly against the floor.
Mina finally turned. She didn’t look guilty. She looked disappointed. Like a teacher watching a student fail a simple test. She walked toward you, her steps slow.
“You’re getting worked up again,” she whispered, stopping just inches away. “The static is coming back. It’s making you irrational. It’s making you... ungrateful.”
“I’m not being ungrateful, I’m being—”
“Shh,” Mina interrupted. She didn’t grab you. She reached out and took your hand, her touch feather rlight as she lifted your knuckles to her lips. She kissed each one, her eyes never leaving yours. “Your heart is racing. Let me help.”
“No, Mina, stop—”
“I’m just calming you down,” she cooed, her other hand sliding around to the back of your neck, pulling you gently toward her. She pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the pulse point below your ear. “Forget the email. Forget the job. It’s all just... background noise.”
You tried to pull away, but your muscles felt like they were turning to lead.
Your hands, which had been clenched into fists against her chest, slowly uncurled, your fingers snagging weakly in the silk of her blouse.
She pulled back just enough to look at you, her dark eyes blown wide, devouring the glazed, helpless look in yours.
She pushed you back against the cool marble of the kitchen island—the same place where she had dismantled your life only hours before. She pulled your shorts down with a rough, possessive tug, her thighs sliding between yours to lock you in place.
“You’re so much prettier when you aren’t thinking,” Mina whispered, her hand sliding from your neck to cup your jaw.
Her hand slid between your thighs, fingers tracing the edge of your panties, feeling how soaked they already were through the thin fabric. “Is that what you need, darling?”
Her fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down just enough to expose you to the cool air of the kitchen. “You’re so wet already,”
She knew you were sensitive when you were like this—pliable and needy. She could manipulate you so easily.
She pushed your legs apart and settled between them, her eyes locked on yours as she began to lick and suck at your sensitive pussy.
Mina ate you out like a starving woman, her tongue delving deep, her lips sucking hard on your clit. She knew exactly what you needed to make you whimper and squirm. She used her thumbs to rub your inner thighs, spreading you wider as she devoured you. “So yummy…”
She didn’t stay down there. She rose slowly, her eyes never leaving yours, looking like a predator who had just finished a very satisfying meal. Her lips were swollen and glistening, a stray drop of your own moisture clinging to her chin.
“Don’t close your legs,” she commanded, her voice a low, raspy velvet as she stepped back into your space.
Mina reached out, her hand sliding between your thighs and began to move her fingers in and out of you, the wet sounds filling the kitchen as she finger fucked you against the island. Her other hand gripped your hip tightly, holding you in place as she used her fingers to stretch and prepare you for something bigger. “It’s sliding in and out so nice,”
“Relax,” she murmured, pressing a third finger inside you. “Let me in.”
Your walls clenched around her, unaccustomed to stretching so wide, your head falling back against the marble as she curled her fingers just right, finding that spot deep inside that made stars form behind your eyelids.
“Good girl,” she praised, continuing to fuck you with her fingers, the pressure and pleasure overwhelming as she pushed deeper than before. “You’re taking it so well. Just a little more, okay? Just a little wider…”
Your thighs shook violently, your back arching off the cold marble. You gasped, your fingers clawing at the countertop.
She watched your face contort, her dark eyes hungry and predatory. “There’s my perfect little hole.”
She pulled her fingers out slowly, leaving you feeling achingly empty, exposed. She wiped her slick hand on your thigh, not caring about the mess.
“Stay right there,” she said, her voice back to that cool, untouchable ice. You watched, breathless and shivering, as she turned and walked toward the bedroom.
A moment later, she reappeared in the doorway.
She wasn’t empty-handed. In her grip was a heavy, realistic silicone piece—thick and far more daunting than her fingers. She had planned this. She always planned this.
“Watch,” she commanded, she ran the dildo through her fist, mimicking the motion of sex. “This is what’s going inside that pretty, stupid cunt of yours. You understand?”
You nodded weakly, mesmerized by the obscene display. “I said watch,” she snapped when your eyes fluttered closed. “Watch how easily this fucking toy is going to slide into your pussy. You’re so fucking wet for it.”
She lubed it up, impatient strokes, slicking it generously before pressing the tip against your entrance. She pushed slowly, letting you feel every thick inch as it stretched you open, filling the emptiness her fingers had left behind.
The groan that escaped you was ragged, needy. “Mina—”
“Shh, baby,” she soothed, though her hand gripped your hip possessively as she bottomed out, the silicone fully seated inside you. “You’re doing so good. Taking every fucking inch like you were made for it.”
She started to move it in slow, deliberate thrusts, angling it to hit that perfect spot. “That’s right.”
“You’re not thinking anymore, are you, darling?” She thrust the dildo deeper, her words sinking into your fucked out brain like a command. “Just my toy in your cunt, making you feel good. Isn’t that better than all that noisy decision-making?”
Your hips lifted off the counter, meeting her thrusts.
“Answer me,” she demanded, her hand gripping your jaw roughly, forcing you to look at her. “Isn't this better?”
“Yes—” you choked out, tears pricking at your eyes. “It’s —it’s better—”
“Good girl,” she praised, rewarded you with a hard, deep thrust that made your vision whiten.
“You’re just a needy little slut now, aren’t you? All that smart girl shit gone. Now you’re just taking my toy like a good fucking hole. Look at you—legs spread, back arched, begging for more.” She snapped her hips forward sharply.
“Pathetic.”
The insult only made you squirm more, your mind completely short-circuiting at the degrading words. She laughed darkly, enjoying your helplessness. “God, you’re fucking adorable like this. I wish I could keep you stupid and fucked out all the time.”
She picked up the pace, the dildo sliding in and out of your pussy with wet, lewd sounds. “Jjust little moans and whimpers. Look, you’re even drooling a little.”
Your orgasm crept up on you like a wave, silent and devastating. Your body clamping around the toy as you came with a broken sob, your eyes streaming.
“Mina—” you gasped, your thighs locking around her “I—I came—I didn’t—I didn’t get permission—”
“Shh, shh,” she soothed, though her thrusts didn’t stop—she kept fucking you through it, drawing out every last pulsing wave. “It’s okay, darling. You’re allowed. You’re always allowed. Don’t apologize for being a good girl.”
She leaned down and kissed your forehead softly.
“No more decisions, baby,” she whispered into the silence of the kitchen. “From now on, I’ll do all the thinking for both of us.”
a/n: hehehe yes yes drunk!mina would be verryyyy cute and probably way more noisy than usual since shes so quiet when shes sober :3 this ones a short one but i hope you like itttt 💜🪽 requests are open ❤︎
between sleepy babbles and clumsy confessions, Mina makes it very clear who she belongs to ⋆˚꩜｡
The doorbell rings at 1:17 a.m.
You’re already half-awake because Mina texted you an hour ago:
Mina: jeongyeon will be driving love u
When you open the door, Jeongyeon is holding Mina upright with one arm hooked securely around her waist.
“She is,” Jeongyeon says flatly, “very in love with you tonight.”
Mina lifts her head dramatically. “I am always in love with my wife.”
Your wife.
The word still makes your stomach flip.
Jeongyeon carefully transfers Mina into your arms like she’s handing off a very precious, very tipsy swan. “She only had a few,” she adds, smirking. “But someone kept flirting with her and she got… passionate.”
Mina gasps. “Disrespectful.”
You thank Jeongyeon, promise to text when Mina’s safely in bed, and close the door.
The second it clicks shut, Mina turns in your arms and stares at you like you’ve just descended from the heavens.
“There she is,” she breathes.
You laugh softly. “Hi, honey.”
“You’re so beautiful,” she says immediately, cupping your cheeks with both hands. “It’s actually rude.”
“You’re drunk.”
“I am observant.”
She sways slightly, and you tighten your hold around her waist. “Okay, observant wife, let’s get you to bed.”
As you guide her toward the bedroom, she starts talking again, words tumbling over each other.
“There was this woman,” Mina says very seriously. “At the bar.”
“Oh?” You raise a brow, amused.
“She kept touching my arm.” Mina demonstrates mid-walk, poking her own forearm in outrage. “Like this. And smiling.”
“And what did you do?” you ask, already knowing the answer by the tone of her voice.
Mina stops walking.
She straightens as much as a slightly tipsy ballerina can and lifts her chin.
“I said,” she declares proudly, “‘I’m married.’”
You bite your lip to stop yourself from grinning too wide.
“And she said, ‘Oh?’” Mina continues, wobbling a little as you push the bedroom door open. “And I said, ‘Yes. To my wife.’”
Your wife.
You.
Mina points at you now, eyes glassy but intense. “My wife is very beautiful. And very strong. And she will be mad if I let you flirt with me.”
You gently sit her down on the edge of the bed. “I would not be mad.”
“She would,” Mina insists, nodding sagely. “Because she loves me.”
You crouch in front of her, beginning to unbuckle her heels. “Is that so?”
“Yes.” Mina’s voice softens. “She loves me the most.”
You slip one shoe off. Then the other.
Mina watches you like you’re performing magic.
“She takes care of me,” she murmurs. “Even when I’m… spinny.”
“You are very spinny,” you confirm, setting her heels aside.
“She’s the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen,” Mina continues, completely unaware she’s narrating directly to the subject. “Even more beautiful than the moon.”
You laugh quietly as you help her shrug out of her blazer.
“That’s a bold claim.”
“She has these hands,” Mina says, grabbing yours suddenly and examining them with dramatic focus. “Very pretty hands. Soft hands. Wife hands.”
“Wife hands?” you repeat.
“Yes.” She nods seriously. “Only for me.”
Your heart does something unfair in your chest.
You kneel to help her out of her skirt, carefully replacing it with one of her oversized sleep shirts. She lifts her arms obediently when you guide them through.
“My wife,” Mina continues, voice drifting dreamily, “would never flirt back. Because she’s loyal.”
“Good,” you murmur, smoothing the fabric over her hips. “Because I am very possessive of my ballerina.”
Mina gasps softly. “You are?”
You lean closer, brushing hair off her face. “Very.”
She smiles like she’s just been handed the entire universe.
When you finally ease her back onto the pillows, she immediately rolls onto her side—toward you—and tugs weakly at your shirt.
“Stay,” she whispers.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
You crawl in beside her, and she instantly curls into you, one leg thrown over your thigh, arms wrapping around your waist.
“She was pretty,” Mina mumbles sleepily against your collarbone. “The woman at the bar.”
Your eyebrow lifts. “Oh?”
“But not like you,” she continues quickly, nuzzling closer. “No one is like you. I told her that too.”
“You did not.”
“I did.” Her voice is already fading. “I said, ‘My wife is the most beautiful woman in the world. You should see her.’”
You press a soft kiss into her hair.
“You’re ridiculous.”
“She’d get mad,” Mina murmurs faintly. “If I let someone flirt.”
“I wouldn’t get mad,” you whisper.
Mina hums softly, half-asleep now. “You’d be jealous.”
“Maybe,” you admit, stroking her back.
“Good,” she whispers. “I like when you’re jealous.”
You roll your eyes fondly, but your hand never stops moving.
Within seconds, her breathing evens out completely.
Gone.
Fast asleep.
Still clinging to you like you might evaporate.
You watch her for a long moment, brushing your thumb over her cheek.
“Married, huh?” you whisper softly.
She stirs just enough to mumble:
“My wife.”
Then she presses her face into your chest and sighs, completely at peace.
- call her ms.civil cause she will act like nothing has ever happened between the two of you.
- while it seems like she gives zero fucks about you or your past relationship, she’s the most open for rekindling lost flames out the three girls.
- she knows that there’s a reason why she fell for you and agreed to be in a relationship in the first place
- but she also knows there's a reason why you broke up
- it doesn’t take much for both of you to go back together. what she really need is just the both of you talking thoroughly about what went wrong in your relationship and a few dates.
sana
- flirts with you every chance she gets and its not because she still actually likes you
- doesn’t care if you still have feelings for her or not, she WILL be all up on you just to play with your head and push all your buttons
- in reality, she doesn’t even know if she still likes you or not. she’s frustrated about the situation but she doesn’t like awkward situations or charged atmosphere so this is the only way she can deal with it.
- even though she acts the way the does. she doesn’t want to fall for you. its her pride talking, she doesn’t want to catch feelings after hitting on you repeatedly. she’s the most reluctant for a second chance in this sense.
- when she realizes she does want you, she slowly stops all her flirtatious efforts until it turns to her ignoring you.
momo
- avoids you like the bubonic plague. would only interact if there is no other available option left.
- and when she does talk to you, its either passive aggressive or short and cold, no in between.
- wouldn’t go out of her way to take a jab at you but wouldn’t pass up the opportunity either
- she acts like a bitter ex, but denies it every time someone points it out
- both of you would have to fight first and move on from the bitter ex stage before even entertaining the idea of getting back together
- deep down, momo is still hurt and knows she’s at fault as much as you are in your failed relationship but doesn’t know how to deal with it.
- you would have to be patient because it would take a lot for things to go back to the way they were and even then she doesn’t trust you with her heart fully.
Summary: You and Mina make a bet based on who would win a silly game of connect four. But you’ve got a trick up your sleeve and Mina will have to pay the price in a public setting.
TW: Food, making bets, sex, oral, vibrators, doing filthy things in public, drinking, regular orgasms, forced orgasm, clit slapping, extensive edging, begging. I think that’s everything? Let me know if I missed anything!
AN: hiiiiiiiiii! It’s been a while since I wrote, let alone something filthy lolol but @ddaengslove made a lil request that was tooooooo delicious to pass on.
On the 19th of March, my anniversary for tumblr came around and I still can’t believe it’s been that long. I want to say thank you to all of my followers, moots, and everyone who interacts with my works. It truly does mean a lot and I’m very grateful to have made so many great moots and friends.
I never thought that this would be something that brought me so much joy and happiness. I have so much appreciation for each and every one of you. (Also Happy Mina day, sorry it’s so lateeee) 🖤
“…and if I win this round, you take me to a fancy restaurant!” Mina chimes from across the table with a huge grin.
A pull of the lever as she releases the pieces, causing the black and red tokens to hit the coffee table you were playing on.
“And if I win…” looking down and sorting out the chips, pushing the red ones to her side of the plastic frame you were about to place them in.
“Then you have to wear a vibrator to the restaurant and I get to control it!” Giggling to yourself, knowing this wasn’t a bet she would normally agree too.
Mina ponders for a moment. You watch as her eyes shift side to side- measuring the odds, sorting on whether this was a bet that would weigh in your favor.
“Well, then let’s make it even.” Gathering the red pieces you were pushing to her and stacking them neatly into a few piles next to her.
“We will go to dinner either way…. Loser pays and has to wear a vibrator the other controls.” Confidence in her voice as she states it with a raised eyebrow and a devilish grin.
“Deal.” Organizing your pieces in a similar way to hers and a matching grin.
A plan unfolding, the trick up your sleeve…soon to be revealed.
What Mina didn’t know, is that you had been letting her win this entire time. Avoiding getting four in a row intentionally, both your competitive side always showing in games and you were waiting for that part of her to rear its head.
Building her confidence game by game, stats reading 7-0 in her favor.
You knew she’d take the bait if she thought she would win.
Hustling her wasn’t exactly the plan, but the idea popped in your head the night before when she was bragging about beating you at every game you play.
What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her, right? Besides, this was a fantasy she had always had but was too nervous to act on…you’ll be wining this round.
“Winner’s first, darling.” Gesturing to her to make her move.
The sugary sweet drip from your voice coats her ears causing a momentary ray of confusion, fading as quickly as it came.
Slipping the first red piece into a corner slot, the game has begun.
Gracefully and elegantly, with the biggest grin on her face, she follows your movements and watches you carefully. Studying you and how you place your pieces, noting the difference in this game.
Mina is puzzled, the confusion on her brow is funny to see. She contemplates where to put her little plastic tokens- pondering for a while before placing them in their slots.
“Oof…are you sure you want to put it there, babe?” Twirling one of your own game pieces between your fingers.
“Shut up!” rolling her eyes and scowling at you.
Oh, she is completely rattled and overthinking it very move she makes.
Usually able to keep her composure, she would never speak to you that way unless you were in the bedroom and being a complete and total brat to her…
Dropping one right where you suspected she would, you smirk as the plastic clashes together. Tossing your coin up, catching it, and slipping it into the slot to create your connect four in a dramatic display of cockiness.
“Well, Ms. Myoui, it seems you will in the palm of my hand all night tonight.” Standing up with your palms on the table all while Mina is blankly staring at 4 black pieces next to one another.
Wide eyed as a layer of pink coats her cheeks, her hands frozen out in front of her as she realizes how she had completely over thought and over looked the obvious win.
“Better luck next time, angel.” Walking over to her and kissing her on the top of her head before strolling past her.
Heading to your shared room to hop in the shower to get ready for your date that you knew you were going to enjoy.
—
Adjusting your blouse and slacks, you had made sure to wear the one outfit you knew she’d love on you to make this harder for her.
Torturous, if you will.
Gold buttons laid down the middle with the top three undone to show a little cleavage, even if the material was loose fitting it clings to your body in all the right ways. Accentuating everything and Mina was sure to take notice.
Black slacks that were fitted to you specifically to add to the accentuation, and some black dress shoes with hints of gold to bring everything together.
To keep with the theme, you opted for a gold necklace that lay perfectly around your neck with a thicker chain and a matching bracelet- both being gifts from Mina for Valentine’s Day.
Stepping out of the walk in closet where she was getting ready, Mina is wearing a short black skirt with lacy thigh highs, corset looking shirt with a bow and broach on the front and her hair done up with a matching black bow…
Looking her up and down, you swoon. She’s so stunning and the temptation was there. It was always there.
Walking over to you, she does a little twirl to show off the outfit. Spinning around slowly so you can absorb every inch of her.
She’s got you wrapped around her finger in every way and she always will.
“Sooo…what do you think?” Finishing her spin and then stepping closer to you before reaching up and putting her arms around your neck.
She twirls a strand of your hair while biting her own lip softly.
Fuck.
“You look immaculate.” Leaning in to kiss her.
Her hands weave into your hair further, pulling you close into her as she tries to deepen the kiss. You can't help but let her draw you in.
“Mmmm…” as your lips part, knowing she’s trying to seduce you so you forget about dinner.
It almost worked.
It’s easy for her to fluster you, just the bat of an eye and you’d be on your knees for her, immediately. A single look and you’re ready to give her whatever she needs at any point in time…aching to please.
A primal need to worship what is yours.
“You’re not getting out of this one, Ms. Myoui.” Whispered to her between the heavy heart beats playing a rhythm against each together.
“Who says I’m trying to get out of anything?” Tilting her head to the side and smirking at you mischievously.
“Maybe, I just want you riled up.” Winking and walking over to sit on the bed to put her heels on.
Too stunned to speak, you are frozen for a moment…realizing that this night was only going to end one way.
Not that you were complaining.
A smile creeps up onto your mouth. Mina spies that and giggles while you walk over to your side of the bed and slide the nightstand drawer open.
“What’s got you smiling, baby?” Mina now waiting for you, knowing exactly what you’re up to.
Grabbing what you want out of the drawer, you close it and walk over to Mina who’s still sitting on the bed.
Dropping to your knees in front of her while making eye contact. She instinctively leans back on her hands with her elbows locked.
Sliding your hands up the sides of her thighs and maneuvering underneath her skirt, you push it up as your hands glide up to her hips.
Hands slithering down the tops of her thighs, you push them apart by her knees- revealing not only how ready Mina was for you but also her lack of underwear.
“Are we opting for nothing tonight?” Laying a kiss down right above her clit as you run your thumb lightly over her slit.
A small whimper sneaks its way out of her mouth, her hips inch forward- begging for your touch almost silently.
Allowing a moment of weakness, you lean into her and swipe your tongue up where she needed you.
Just a taste.
“Fuck…” lifting her hips again to entice you to give in.
It almost works, again.
You love her like this…but you wanted more of her desperation.
“Not so fast, my love.” Standing up to meet her face with yours.
“I want to watch you writhe over dinner.” As you speak these sultry words, your hands are busy slipping the vibrator between her folds achingly slow until it's finally inside of her.
A gasp ripped from her lungs as the small vibrator is guided inside, half lidded eyes tell you everything you need to know about how she was feeling.
Some of her slick gets on your fingers, the mess she’s making for you causes the fire to spark inside you as it began to build, but it’s too soon.
There is much to do.
Licking her off your fingers and humming at her taste, you wink and grab your phone out of your pocket. Mina rolls her eyes with her legs still wide open for you, annoyed you aren’t being easily swayed to give her what she wants like you usually are.
Opening the app to make sure everything was ready to go- Blue tooth connected, battery at 100%…you decide to give it a little test run.
Tapping the screen twice, you watch as Mina’s eyes widen and her legs snap shut.
A moan blesses your ears, soft and angelic tones of yearning ripple through the room, allowing her to gain some sort of momentum before you hit the “off” button.
“Ugh…you’re going to be hellacious tonight, aren’t you?” Playful concern laces her voice, the tone catches your attention.
“I absolutely am.” With a wink and a grin as you head to the dresser for your keys.
—
The car ride was short, about 15 minutes total, nothing to bat an eye at. However, Mina was squirming in her seat, shifting every few minutes or so with light gasps every so often.
“Is everything okay, baby?” Even with knowing what the point of tonight was, curiosity swirled in the cabin of the car as you pulled into the parking lot.
“Y-yes…I- Uhm…” stammering as she shifts once more when you're throwing the car in park.
“Be a good girl for me and use your words, angel.” The seductive tone of your statement causing Mina to whimper lightly and squirm even more.
“Now you’re just being mean!” Pouting as she opens her car door, hoping out and slamming it behind her.
“Hey, hey, hey!” Getting out, flinging the door shut behind you and swiftly walking to the other side of the car.
“What do you mean?” Leaning up against her with her back against the cool metal of the car.
The smirk on your face signaling to her you knew it was part of the game. Unable to help herself, she smiles that gummy smile and places her hands on your hips.
“I think you know exactly what I mean…” leaning in to kiss your neck, laying a few gently placed bites in between each one.
Face flushing a very bright shade of red as she leans back against the car again. You’re frozen in place, knowing this was going to be just as hellacious for you as you were about to make it for her.
“Now who’s being mean?” Cocking your head at her as you take a step back and reach your hand out.
“But you are wearing pants…and underwear…” grabbing your hand with a cheeky giggle as you start walking towards the doors of the establishment.
“You do have a point, Ms. Myoui.” Pulling the door open and allowing her to step in first.
“Wouldn’t want someone to see you drip down your thighs for me…at least yet anyway. The night has just begun, and I’ve got plans for you, angel.” Whispered in her ear before you pull open the interior door to the restaurant.
That was where you knew you had her in a chokehold. The way she harshly swallowed, the way her body stiffened and her grip tightened on your hand.
“Hello! I’ve got a reservation for 2 under the name Y/n L/n.” Politely spoken to the hostess, hand still in Mina’s as she leaned into you and rested her head on your shoulder.
“Right this way Ms. L/n.” Grabbing the menus and gesturing for you to follow before walking through the dimly lit dining room to a table in the back, away from most of the other people conversing and enjoying their meals.
The hostess places the menu’s at the table, one on each side and prompts you both to sit.
Walking around the table, you pull out Mina’s chair for her and allow her to sit while you scoot the heavy chair in.
You walk back around the table and sit down in your seat, smoothing out your shirt as you get comfortable.
“Your server will be right with you.” The hostess bows and returns to her stand at the front.
Mina is engrossed in the menu, muttering something about the salmon looking good and then flipping the page.
You, on the other hand, cannot be bothered with the menu. Pulling your phone out and open it without her noticing, you quickly scroll screens and clicking on the app that connects the vibrator, so you are prepared for when you’re ready to make your move when the time strikes.
The server brings over the bread, placing it down in the middle of the table along with 2 glasses of water and introduces herself.
“Thank you for dining with us. Can I interest you in any appetizers?” looking between you and Mina for an answer.
Mina looks up at you, waiting for you to say something. She was always very shy and soft spoken in public - no matter how silly and loud she was when it was just the two of you.
“Yes, we would like the crab cakes and…baby, do you see anything else that looks good?” Throwing it to Mina, just to check.
“I think the crab cakes would be perfect, thank you.” Nodding her head in agreement.
The server states she’ll be back with them momentarily and shuffles off to the kitchen.
“Do you know what you’re going to have tonight, angel?” Without looking up from your menu.
“I think I’ve decided on the Salmon. What about you, darling?” the sharp inflection grabbed the attention she already had.
You raise a brow at her.
“I might just get a steak, per usual…what’s with the attitude?” Answering and asking all in the same breath.
“What ever do you mean?” Elbows on the table, fingers interlocked and placed under her chin as she bats her eyes at you with that smirk...
An attempt to provoke.
Keeping the eye contact that she started, you make sure she’s full focused on your face while you sneakily slip your phone from the table to your thigh.
The app connects, now it’s time to make your move.
“I think you know what I mean.” Clicking the virtual button and adjusting the frequency of the vibration to low and pulsing.
Mina’s eyes widen, jaw tightening at the new sensation.
“So what were you trying to say before? When you couldn’t keep still in the car?” Tapping your screen and bumping up the frequency and intensity.
A small gasp erupts from her lips, her hands fly down to her thighs as she crosses her legs- trying to contain herself.
“I- fuck…The toy just…sits in a very pleasurable spot…shit- even if it’s not on.”
She’s struggling to keep it together and it’s very fun for you to watch.
“I s-should probably let you know…I’m ovulating right n-now…” fidgeting with the table cloth as she tries to focus on anything but the welcomed pleasure she’s getting.
“That explains a lot, actually. I didn’t expect you to agree to this bet…even if I know you thought you would be the one in control tonight.” Another tap to your screen and then you watch your new favorite scene unfold.
Mina is gripping the table so hard that her knuckles are white, her face is completely red and glistening in sweat. She’s unable to respond. You watch as she attempts to keep herself from grinding down on her chair.
The server walks up with the crab cakes, placing them between the two of you and you continue to let Mina struggle.
“Do we need another moment to look over the menu?” The server looks at Mina, then back to you and then back at Mina.
“Uhm-…you start, h-honey.” Mina gestures over to you as gracefully as she can, you know she’s fighting to keep a straight face and keep her breathing level.
“I’ll take the Filet Mignon, medium rare. And you, angel?” Folding the menu and handing it to the waitress without even looking up at her.
Way too focused on Mina and how she’s handling everything, you want to push her boundaries a little and see how much she can actually handle. Especially considering you always order for her, per her request.
“I’ll take the Salmon, p-please…” folding her menu over and shakily handing it over to the waitress before sipping her water.
She’s doing well…for now…
“Thank you, I’ll put that in right away.” Taking steps towards the kitchen and then vanishing behind the double doors.
Unraveling your cloth napkin to get your fork, you place the napkin on your thigh and use the side of the silver fork to cut open the crab cake.
Mina mimics your movements, but with a tremble that is noticeable - even if it’s only noticeable to you.
Taking a bite of the appetizer ordered, you hum into how lovely it is.
“Wow, that hint of lemon really makes it…don’t you agree, baby?” Sneaking another bite in while waiting for your answer.
“That’s d-delicious.” she says as she hums into the taste.
Right as she’s about to take another bite, you crank up the vibrator to high speed - sending a shockwave through Mina that almost makes her drop her fork from the jolt.
Crossing her legs in a panic, knowing that’s only going to make the feeling worse, you just watch as she takes the bite and sets her fork down to avoid it quivering too much.
“B-baby…please”
“Please, what?” Taking another bite and patiently waiting.
“I-if you’re going to…make me c-cum here…” stuttering in the euphoria of this situation she found herself in.
“…then f-fucking make m-me.” Eyes glossing over and dilating, a flash of the side that no one but you gets to see.
The side of her that catches an attitude when she’s too needy, too desperate, and slipping into pathetic.
The side of her that would get on her knees in the middle of a restaurant and show them exactly what she’d be willing to do to get you to make her cum.
Bratty Mina, once again, exactly where you wanted her.
“…mmmm, I think I’d like for you to suffer for a moment.” Clicking your phone and turning the vibrations back down to the lowest setting.
Mina gulps loudly, readjusting in her seat- glaring at you as her eye reflect destain and pure lust.
“You’re infuriating.” Another bite of the crab cake on her fork, the air about her shifts and contorts further as she eases into her sub space.
Watching as it happens, you simply take the final bite of the crab cake and smirk to her across the table.
“Here we are.” The server places your entree in front of you and Mina respectively.
“Can I get you anything else?”
“I think we will both have a glass of the house Cab, please.”
The waitress nods and is off to the bar.
“Wine, hm?” Mina straightens up, finally placing her napkin down on her thigh before picking up her silverware.
“I thought it might be nice to enjoy over our lovely dinner, don’t you?” Eyeing your phone that’s sat on the table and open with the settings.
“I think you just want me to be a little drunk, Ms. L/N” with a smirk as she takes a bite of her salmon.
“I think we both know that I don’t need you a little drunk in the state you’re in…” taking a bite of your own meal.
The server returns with your wine, placing it next to each of you. As soon as the waitress places Mina’s glass next to her - you spike the speed of the vibrator to its highest level, just for a second.
The shockwave sent through her entire body that was visible for not only you, but the server as well, prompting an embarrassing moment you knew she’d vilify you for later.
“Oh! So sorry, Ma’am. I didn’t mean to startle you!” The server bowing out of respect.
“No, no! It’s quite fine. No need to apologize.” dismissing the waitress gracefully before turning to you, and giving you the exact look you expected.
You pretend not to notice.
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Throughout the dinner, you mess with the settings for the toy on your phone while eating, sipping your wine, and carrying on an innocent conversation with Mina, not so innocent intentions.
By the time both your plates and wine are finished, Mina is red in the face from trying to regulate her breathing to a normal rhythm so she doesn’t attract any attention to herself.
The way her jaw clenches when you flick your finger up on your screen, her eyes closing and taking deep breaths tells you it’s almost time to go.
But she doesn’t need to know that you’re aware of that.
“Do you think we should get dessert, angel? I hear the tiramisu is to die for.” So calm in your delivery that it only agitated her further.
“Desser...is at home.” The seriousness in her tone makes you ache.
“Then I’ll leave this right where it is then, hm?” Knowing that it’s on the highest level it’ll go and knowing that she would need to walk to the car and be able to make the car ride home without cumming.
The server is quick to bring the bill over, Mina places her card in the little folder immediately handing it back to the server. It takes no time at all for her to bring it back and sign for it before you and Mina are out the door.
—
Mina walks through the parking lot with elegance and grace, arm wrapped around yours- clinging to you tightly. The only give away was how she was leaving her finger indents on your bicep and the rapid breathing that seemed to be shallow, getting quicker and quicker with each step.
Walking over to the passenger door and opening it, you usher Mina into the car.
She sits in with her legs out of the car, her hand slips up your thigh and a finger slides into your belt loop, hooking the fabric and tugging just enough for you to slightly lose balance.
“…What are you doing?” Chuckled as you stumble closer to her.
“I w-want you. I can’t wait until we get h-home. P-please…” Biting her lip to muffle the sounds she's making, eyes burning in passion as they burrow into yours.
“And soon…” leaning down and pressing your lips onto hers, humming into her touch.
“…You’ll have me, Angel…but as you said before, dessert is at home.” Whispered to her, with barely any distance between your mouths.
“Hmph.” pushing you back gently in protest before crossing her arms and rolling her eyes.
Giggling at her, you stand by the edge of the door- waiting for her to get fully in the car so you can close the door for her.
“Come on, darling. Let’s go home.” Trying to signal her to get in the car fully, you’re just as impatient as she is.
A smirk lingers on the lips of your lover, you swear you saw the lightbulb go off in her mind.
“F-Fine. Don’t have your way with me h-here.”
Mina lifts her left leg and only her left leg, causing that short skirt to ride up and reveal the mess you had torturously made, and were still making, between her legs.
Thighs coated in her essence, folds dripping and leaking everywhere, reflecting on the black fabric that was supposed to be shielding her from the world.
Standing there with your jaw on the ground, you watch as she places her right leg in the car, tugging the seatbelt and fastening it without tugging her skirt down to cover herself.
“W-well? Are we going h-home? Or s-should I touch myself h-here?” Shaking at the sentence, this is not unbearable for you.
Craving her and only her.
Slamming the door, you run around the other side of the car and get in the driver’s seat. Fumbling the keys and trying to find the one for the car, thrusting it into the ignition and turning it violently.
Practically slamming on the gas and backing the car out of the parking spot, throwing it into drive and flooring it towards home.
Mina is starting to lose her composure, the vibrator still on high inside of her has slowly driven her past the point of no return. Reaching over for your hand that’s resting on the gear shift, she doesn’t hesitate to grab it and shove it between her legs, trying to get friction from you.
The amount of slick that you come into contact with, creates a mess of its own in your underwear as you start to softly toy with her clit.
“Fuck, baby…” whined as the gentle touches increase the pleasure she was already feeling.
“Please…I need you so fucking b-badly…please!” A whimper that would reverberate between your ears and down your spine, causing a mindset shift from normal teasing behavior…to something else entirely.
“I didn’t say that you could use my hand for your pleasure.” As you lift your hand and slap Mina’s clit harshly, one time.
“Fuck!” Practically screeched out into the cabin of the car for no one to hear but you.
“If you’re going to keep being impatient, I can take the long way home.” Cocking an eyebrow and waiting for her decision.
“Impatient?!” Furiously gasped back at the accusation.
“You’ve been t-toying with me all fucking n-night!” The rage she was bringing to this less than wholesome conversation only made you want to edge her further.
The light in front of you turns red, the car comes to a smooth halt and you look over at Mina.
Wide, glossy eyes look back at you. That’s when you notice she’s rocking her hips, the vibrator must be brushing up against her g-spot.
Glaring at her, she stops in her tracks but it was too late.
You already noticed.
One particular thing Mina enjoyed was how rough you could be with her. The trust was always there for this type of relationship and you knew exactly what she wanted when she started acting this way.
Hand flying up and latching onto her throat, you squeeze lightly.
“I won.” Snarled back at her.
And just like that the tone was set for the evening.
“I have been toying with you. Because you’re MY toy and I can do what I please with what belongs to me, understood?” Growled to her when the light turns green.
Turning your head, you peel off - burning rubber as you make your way down the road a little faster than you probably should.
Mina picks up on the change of headspace that you’ve had. Feeling her energy shift deeper, you can see her in your peripherals scooting down in her seat and lifting her legs- thighs to her chest.
“Mina…what are you doing?” Scowling, almost snarled at her.
The only sound that’s heard is repressed moans, tiny groans of pleasure from the passages seat, and a whispered “fuck, so good.”
Assuming she was touching herself, you reached over between her legs and found exactly what you thought you would.
Her hand rubbing her clit.
A surprised gasp, followed by an “Oh, fuck.”
“If you aren’t going to t-touch me, I’m going to t-touch myself! I can’t fucking w-wait anymore! I’ve been edged for h-hours, please just let me feel something! Please, please, please, please!”
Begging was a weakness of yours, it always has been.
“We are right around the corner. You know better than to touch yourself without permission.”
Pure.
Silence.
No bratty response, no complaining, nothing.
Both of you sat in silence for the last 5 minutes of the car ride with nothing but a slight buzzing sound coming from the passenger seats and a few heavy sighs from your girlfriend who was on the brink of losing her mind.
—
Opening the front door and pushing it forward, you let a pissed off Mina walk through the frame first. Stepping into the foyer, turning around and closing the door, locking it and kicking off your shoes - you place your keys in the dish by the door and take two steps into the house before something stops you.
Mina’s hand is pressed against your chest, preventing you from walking any further into the house. She’s observing your reaction to this, contemplating what her next move would be.
“What‘s your strategy, Angel?” Taunting her, just to see how far she’d be willing to push you.
Silence.
“Oh, now you want to stay clam knowing that nothing is stopping me from doing what I want with you?” amusement peaks through your stern tone.
Silence.
“Now you want to stay quiet? Hm?” Her head tilt down as you speak, small pants escape her throat as she waits for instruction.
“You only want to be a brat when we are out and about then?…Come with me.” Grabbing her hand and leading her to the bedroom door.
Turning around once you’re a few feet into the room, you face her and start to remove her clothes for her.
Piece by piece all of the fabric is shed off her body. First her skirt, then her blouse…bra…until she’s completely bare.
Mina stands in the middle of the room, stark naked and patiently waiting for you to tell her what to do…
Stepping around her, you start to remove your own clothes, slowly.
“Tell me, Angel. Who’s in charge here?” Removing your shirt and tossing it with the other clothes removed.
“Y-you are.” Shakily as she clenches her thighs together, her eyes are dissociating…she’s fighting it as hard as she can.
Undoing your belt, you catch her eyes unfocusing while her thighs clench and let it slide. You had be torturous enough to her this evening, she would get what she wanted either way.
“And who do you belong to?” Letting your pants hit the floor so you were only in your underwear.
“You!” Whined out to the room, for only you and the shadows to hear the layer of hunger behind the shrill whimper.
“And?” Grabbing your phone, opening the app and stopping the vibrator in its tracks.
“Only -huff-You.” Sighed out as she finally has a moment to breathe.
Getting down on your knees in front of her, you look up at her and she bites her lip as her hand caresses your face before weaving into your hair.
“Tell me what you want.” As your hands work their way up the back of her legs, causing sigh to slip past her lips.
“You.” As her hand tightens in your hair, an attempt to pull you closer unfolds but you keep her waiting, even if only for a moment.
Watching as her slick trickles down her inner thigh, you catch it with your tongue - dragging it up to it’s source and swiping your tongue once, twice, three times before your hands make it to her upper thighs.
“How do you want me?” As a finger slips inside to coax the vibrator out of her.
You toss the device to the side without another glance.
“In every way that you will t-take me.” You stand up and readjust her.
Your hands on her waist as you press your bodies together.
Mina’s hips start rocking as you lead her backwards, allowing her to fall back onto the bed into the soft sheets. She scoots back without a second thought, allowing you to crawl up between her legs.
On your way up, you can see the essence leaking from her entrance, clit swollen and begging to be touched.
Kissing up her torso, she’s very reactive to your touch. Every time you brush up against her, she moans or huffs, arching her back in a plea to you.
You have been bread crumbing her and denying her the pleasure she wants all night.
“Every way, hm?” As you meet her face to face, lips grazing against hers as you speak.
“Every. Single. Way.” Lifting her face and pressing her mouth gently on yours, back arching up into you again.
You’re about to break and she knows that.
“Take what’s yours, baby.” Moaned into your mouth as the tension you’ve built all night explodes, setting you off on a hungry tirade to devour Mina.
What was a sweet and soft moment shared between the two of you, now evolved into something more primal and aggressive.
Teeth sinking into her neck, hands grasping at her - and her at you. A clumsy display of pure lust unravels itself between the two of you.
Your thigh raises up between her legs, holding you slightly above her but giving her a place to grind and maneuver on.
Though she had told you how badly she needed you, nothing compared to feeling how soaked her perfect cunt was as she thrusted back and forth on your skin - grinding so frivolously. The act of desperation caused a fluttering inside you that pushed you even farther into the headspace she craved you in.
“M-more.” Between feverish kisses and the needy movements, Mina was thoughtless - with the exception of a few subjects.
You and cumming for you.
“You want more, Angel?” Pinning her hands above her head, biting down her neck to her chest - making sure you graze your teeth across her nipples so she’d make those pretty sounds that only fueled your fire, easing slowly down to her stomach as you let go of her wrists so you can pin her down by her hips.
“Do you deserve more from me? Hm? After you got so bratty on the way home…” laying your teeth into her upper thigh eliciting the most vulgar moan yet.
“Fuck.” Silently breathed low enough for Mina not to hear, she can’t know how riled up you get when she’s like this…at least not now.
“Pleaseee, baby I need you more than anything! I’ll do anything…just please!” On the verge of tears as she grabbed your head and pulled you closer to her.
Smacking her hand away from you, the scowl on your face sent a very clear message.
“You know better.” Stern, cold, callous as it leaves your mouth.
“Please…” the tears are falling now, but you can’t let this go unpunished.
“Count them out, like a good girl.” Lifting your hand while still between her legs, she knows what’s coming.
You push her thighs further apart and lay one slap right on her sensitive, swollen pussy.
“O-one!” Gasped as the tears trail down her cheeks and her cunt clenches around nothing.
Another loud slap, splattering slick everywhere as she weeps.
“T-two!”
“Three! Baby, please!” Sobbing at this point, you aren’t done yet.
Four and five were quick, but as you neared 10, they got harsher and harder.
Ten didn’t feel like enough but you also didn’t want to push her too far off the edge.
Sitting up, you lean forward to her and kiss the stain glass tears. Her cheeks flushed and she’s completely mindless as you continue to kiss her lovely, lips parting as your tongues danced together.
“You’re such a good girl for me, angel. Taking everything I give to you…so good.” Laying down next to her to give her a very small break.
She curls into you, her face in your neck and her body in line with yours, not willing to let the contact go. Her hips rocking into you, she’s on the verge of a break down- having hardly any words to give.
Just whines, shallow breaths, and a tight grip around you.
Your hand slithers down between her legs. Gasping at the contact, she spreads her shaking thighs slightly to give you better access to her.
“That’s right, angel. Give me what’s mine.” Lowly growled at her while you kiss your way down her body again, pushing her lightly onto her back as you descend.
This time, you were fast about it. Sure, you liked edging her and making her pathetically desperate, but you were hungry for her. A need built up inside you to give her exactly what she desires.
Her soft sounds just so delicious, it was all you ever wanted to hear. The symphony from an Angel.
Your angel.
The trembling as you reach your destination only made both of you want each other more. Impatience got the better of you, the feral greed over her cascaded through your body and the only thing you can think about is listening to her cum for you.
One long lick up her drenched cunt.
Then another.
And another.
Mina is already twitching underneath you, hands placed on her hips to hold her down while she bucks incoherently against your mouth. No words present, just the whimpers and moans that are only getting louder with each thrust into your mouth.
Fingers dancing along her entrance as you start to focus on her swollen clit. Choking on her moans and trying to scoot closer to you, she’s nodding her head yes and sinking herself down on your fingers before you could slip them deeper inside.
“Needy little sweet girl, aren’t you?” Before finally latching on to her and starting to build on top of the already rumbling orgasm that’s been threatening her for hours.
“Your -huff- f-fault!” Gripping the sheets as she manages to get the first words you’ve heard from her since this started.
Pumping your fingers slowly at first, you keep most of your attention on her clit- sucking and lapping at her folds - carefully building and curating this masterpiece.
All the taunting, edging and teasing finally coming to fruition.
“F-fuck! oh my g-god! I’m g-gonna…”
Before the sentence could even finished, Mina drowns you in the symphony that was the sounds of her losing herself in pleasure - a life force drained, practically sucking all the energy out of her as she tensed around your fingers and crushed you between her thighs.
The gasps and grunts as you continued to allow her to ride her orgasm out on your tongue, were a lovely ending to the astounding crescendo of notes just sung out to you.
The symphony of pathetic desperation from your beloved.
Mina is reaching for you, arms out and waiting for you to come up to her and give her the cuddles she always demands. Which you are happy to supply.
“We should make bets more often…” sighed into you as she nuzzles into your chest.
“Yeah? I bet you’ll fall asleep first.” Rubbing her arms as she clings to your body, kissing her on top of her head and waiting for her to reply.
“I bet you’ll -yawn- sleep longer.” Her eyes are fluttering as she fights the tired.
“I’ll take that bet. Loser bottoms.” One more kiss, knowing that your face is absolutely coated in her slick.
Watching as she licks her lips happily and nuzzles back into you, drawing light patterns with her nails on your back as you drift off into your dreams where you’re sure to meet her.
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The sound of clanking in the kitchen woke you up suddenly, eyes snapping open to the sounds of breakfast being made and the smell of bacon seeping into the room lulls you out of your sleepy state.
Stretching and rubbing your eyes, you get the blurred figure of Mina walking in withtwo plates in hand - a few blinks clear up her naked figure as she places them on the nightstand and crawls on top of you.
“Good morning” softly cooed to you, followed by a barrage of gentle pecks to your face.
You giggle at how adorable she is.
“Good morning, angel. How are you feeling?” Reaching your arms up and wrapping them around her back without sitting up.
“I might be a little sore.” Chuckled back at you before sitting up and patiently waiting for you to do the same.
“Sit up, let’s eat and then we can talk about how you lost the bet.” Smirking at you before grabbing her plate and taking a bite of the extra crispy bacon she just prepared.
One big stretch, you hoist yourself up and rub your eyes again. Mina reaches over and hands you a plate full of pancakes, fresh fruit and bacon and you enjoy each others company over the meal.
—
Carrying the now empty plates to the kitchen, you feel her following you to the sink- waiting for you to put the plates down before coming up behind you and kissing your shoulders.
Sighing happily, you flip around and face her. Wrapping your arms around her neck as she lays her lips down your neck again and again.
“You made me feel so…fucking good last night, baby.” Lightly biting your shoulders before taking a step back and grabbing your hand.
“And since you lost the bet…” sultry tone cutting the air, hitting you right in the core and reigniting the feeling that was pulsating through you the entire night before.
Being so busy bringing pleasure to Mina, you weren’t even concerned about what your body was telling you it wanted.
“I will be taking my reward now.” Tugging you into the bedroom and smashing her mouth against yours in a panicked, needy manner.
Pushing you against the wall, she kisses down your neck to your chest. Suckling and gently biting your nipples as she makes her way down to your stomach until she was on her knees on the floor in front of you.
Pulling the elastic of your underwear with her teeth, she lets it snap against yours skin before she drags them down your legs, assisting by lifting the back of your knees to remove them.
Mina stands again, pressing her body against you and tempting you with how close her lips hover over yours. Her fingers trail from your collarbones down your arms in tandem, ghosting over yours skin and causing a violent pleasurable shutter to consume you.
A small devilish chuckle escapes her lips as she grabs your hands and pins you against the wall. Her lips crash against yours in another wave of passion, quickly swelling into an unstoppable wave of lust and love.
The ache deep within your stomach roars, Mina is effortlessly coaxing the fire inside you with every move she makes - the gasoline that ignites with every turn and small touch, sizzling and scorching you from within.
In a single swift move, Mina flings you onto the bed. Legs hanging off the side while you drip onto the sheets that doesn’t go unnoticed.
“Would you look at this?” Slowly sauntering over and finding her place between yours legs before taking her finger and gently swiping up from your entrance to your clit. Gathering the mess rapidly created before seductively licking your slick off her finger, all while never breaking eye contact with you.
“Fuck, you taste so good.” Getting down on her knees and spreading your thighs open for better access, she lays down a few bites and you’re already shaking, all too ready for whatever her plan was.
Her tongue laps at your pussy, delicately navigating every nook and cranny, eye contact only adding to the desire as the tantalizingly hums into you.
Her eyes piercing your soul, it’s hard to look away as you watch all her emotions flicker from desperately in love to deep and aggressive lust. Passion consuming her as she falls into the position of being in charge.
Without warning, the tip of her finger slips inside you, tugging down gently and bringing her tongue to circle slowly around your clit.
“Fuck!” Whining out into the room, letting your pleasure echo in her ears and encouraging her to continue on.
Mina moans into your cunt in satisfaction, tugging down one last time before slipping two fingers inside you.
Picking up the pace of her tongue, she pumps her fingers excruciatingly slow- giving you a taste of your own medicine.
Gasping at how good it feels, you start to rock your hips back and forth with the rhythm of her digits. Even with the sluggish pace, your body language conveys how much you’re desperately trying to get her to ruin you.
“Angel, please! Fuck, pleaseee! I need yo-“ Latching onto your clit before you can finish your sentence, her mouth and tongue fuel your desires- thrusting your hips faster as her fingers continue on agonizingly slow.
“M-Mina…please!” Begging through your huffs of euphoria as the knot in your stomach builds and builds at the same speed her fingers are moving.
A smirk felt between your legs before the pressure inside of you starts to intensify, her fingers are haphazardly pushing against your G-spot and pulling the orgasm to the forefront of this moment.
“A-angel…I’m…g-gonna c-c-cum!” Groaned as your body begins to tense.
Suddenly, everything stops.
Removing her mouth and fingers from you, she watches as you writhe and try to catch your breath- your grip on the sheets could tear holes, your grip on her head is unrelenting.
The ferociousness of the build up slowly creeping out of you as you contort and huff out in frustration.
“W-why would you s-stop?!” Practically screeched into the air as you release her head from your grip and glare at her maliciously.
“Just a little pay back, baby.” A kiss to your thighs as her hand finds its way back to you.
Before you can protest, she harshly slaps your clit- one single horrifically hard time.
A shockwave of heat travels through your body, you’re absolutely brain dead, soaked, and ready to do whatever it takes to get her to give you what you desperately crave.
“Normally, I’d make this a little more excruciating…I’d tease you and make you want it more…but let’s just say I’m eager to please today…” a single lick up your pussy solidifies the stake to her claim.
“I want you…and I’m going to take what belongs to me.” Matter of factly spat out to you with a hint of hostility.
Before you can speak a single word, her lips return to your body - attaching right to your clit as her fingers slip back in and pump harder than before- humming continuously into you and not letting up at all.
The knot tightens, restricting your breathing and causing you to shake underneath her. You’re about to cum and she knows what.
Her fingers move faster and faster, ripping the orgasm right from your body and swallowing it whole.
Gasping as your mind blanks out, body constricting and convulsing as she continues to slam her fingers into you.
The orgasm dies down, but Mina keeps going. Pumping, sucking, and licking every drop of essence off you while creating more instantly, showing absolutely no signs of stopping what so ever.
“M-Mina…w-what are yo-“
“Shh, just take it. You know this is what you want.”
She knows you very well.
Following the rhythm of her, you slam down on her fingers as they push deeper and deeper into you. Her tongue unrelenting against you, you’re drowning in her.
“That’s right, baby. Let me have you.” Cooed out from between your legs as your next release builds.
More and more tension, it’s harder to keep yourself composed- the sounds coming out of you are primal and guttural, her favorite flavor of you…
Mina pulls her head back just to spit right on your pussy and slip a third finger in.
“F-fuck, fuck, fuck, oh my god baby!” Immediately, your mind goes blank again as she stretches you.
“Look at you…so ruined for me.” Latching back onto your clit and pumping her fingers.
The feeling of being so full of her and stretched out pushes you over the edge, swelling into bliss.
Vision blurred as your body gives into pleasure, clenching around Mina’s fingers and bucking your hips down onto her as you ride out your second orgasm.
“That’s right, baby. Give it all to me.” Watching as you lose it.
Gasping and gripping the sheets as your pussy pulsates, you feel the high wear off, coming down from the violently earth shattering orgasm Mina coaxed out of you.
Mina crawls up next to you, resting her head on your chest and sighing as you both relax.
“Your heart is racing.” A big cheeky smile dawned on her face as she draws little shapes on your stomach, waiting as you come back to yourself.
“Well, yeah! How could it not?” Leaning over to kiss her forehead and wrapping your arm around her.
“We should place bets more often…” followed by a yawn and a small stretch from your beloved girlfriend.
“You really want to lose again?” Knowing this would push her buttons a little.
“What?! I let you win!”
“Oh, did you?!”
Mina shoots out of bed and runs to the living room, still absolutely naked.
“Rematch! Right now!” Competitive nature of her radiating even from a few rooms over.
The clattering of the plastic pieces on the coffee table makes you smile, knowing that this would be a new little game you’d play with each other…she’s going to be devastated knowing you’ve been letting her win this entire time.
" that whole ‘i wanna touch’ thing… we’ll save it for next time. "
synopsis — it’s 3 a.m. in los angeles when you step into an elevator with momo, sana, and mina, unaware that they’re members of TWICE. while they joke about your height and looks in japanese, you stay quiet, until..
notice — i don’t speak japanese, so any japanese phrases used in this story were translated using reverso/google translate and might not be 100% accurate. please forgive any mistakes—and feel free to gently correct me if needed! this is all just for fun and vibes.
pairing — sana x mina x hirai momo x reader.
disclaimer ! this is a work of fiction. while TWICE is a real k-pop group, the characters in this story are fictionalized based on their public personalities. i do not own TWICE—i only own the story and original character(s). this was written purely for entertainment purposes, with respect to all individuals involved.
genre — oneshot.
the streets of downtown los angeles looked like they were holding their breath.
3:07am.
los angeles at 3am was a different kind of quiet. not empty—but softened, like the whole city had exhaled and gone still. the distant hum of traffic was a low pulse in the background, and the air, warm from a lingering spring day, still carried the faint scent of car exhaust and jacaranda trees in bloom.
you were already regretting your decision to hit the gym this late, but there was no turning back now. the oversized hoodie hung loose over your frame, the sleeves hiding half your hands. your gym bag thumped lightly against your hip with each step. you had your headphones on— no music yet, just the silence that came before the rnb playlist started.
insomnia had won again. and when sleep didn’t come, movement did. the gym in the basement was open twenty-four hours, and the thought of hitting the bag for an hour seemed better than staring at your ceiling for the third night in a row.
you hit the button for the elevator with your knuckle, yawning into your sleeve.
ding.
the moment the doors slid open, your brain short-circuited.
three girls were already inside, laughing. loud. barely holding onto their food as they turned around mid-conversation. the scent hit you first—soy sauce, grilled meat, something fried and sweet, maybe donuts. it was like walking into a late-night food truck festival.
they looked up in unison.
one had dumplings in her mouth. literally. mid-bite. the second had strawberry milk in one hand and a chicken sandwich in the other, her expression stuck somewhere between surprise and delight. and the third—hood up, sleeves over her palms—blinked slowly like she hadn’t quite caught up yet.
you stepped in, the doors closing behind you.
the silence was immediate.
momo swallowed first.
“背の高い”
(tall.)
you heard it. clear as day. but you didn’t react. just lifted your water bottle to your lips, watching the elevator numbers tick down.
sana leaned in toward momo, stage-whispering like she wasn’t absolutely audible. " まって、LAの人ってこんなにストイックなの？”
(wait, are people in LA really this intense?)
“たぶん。” momo smirked, eyes dragging from your shoes to your hoodie to your face. “でも、めっちゃタイプ。”
(maybe. but they’re totally my type.)
you kept your face neutral, eyes forward. the air smelled like sesame oil and seaweed snacks and something caramelized. there was a crunch—sana tearing into what looked like a fried chicken sandwich with absolutely no shame. mina stood closest to the elevator buttons. she glanced at you, then down at the floor. then back at you.
“アメリカ人ってああいう感じかな。” she mumbled, half to herself. (i guess americans look like that.)
“ああいう感じってどんな感じ？” momo asked, nudging her.
(what do you mean ‘like that’?)
“なんか…かっこよくて静か。” mina replied.
(like… cool and quiet.)
“それもあなたの好みですか？” sana teased, nudging mina’s arm.
(is that your preference too?)
“彼らはあなたの言うことを聞くことができません、さあ。” sana elbowed her, snorting. “ここアメリカよ？絶対わかんない。”
(they can’t hear you, come on. we’re in america. there’s no way they understand.)
mina turned pink.
you bit your lip, just barely hiding the smile tugging at your mouth.they didn’t know. they really thought you couldn’t understand a word.
“わたしがタイプって言ったのに。” momo muttered, fake-offended.
(i already called dibs.)
“じゃあジャンケンで決めよう。” sana offered, mouth full.
(rock paper scissors for it, then.)
“餃子があるから無理。”
(i’m holding dumplings, i can’t.)
you finally moved—shifted your gym bag onto your other shoulder. the elevator made a soft ding. one more floor.
the scent of sesame oil and fried chicken filled your nose. momo’s shoulder brushed yours as the elevator moved. her arm stayed close. too close. you could feel the warmth through your hoodie.
“彼らの腕を見てください” momo whispered to sana, thinking she was being slick.
(listen, seriously look at their arms.)
sana giggled. “触りたい”
(i wanna touch.)
“私たちはそうすべきでしょうか？” momo asked, completely unserious but somehow entirely serious.
(should we?)
then your phone rang.
you picked it up without a word, answered with the calmest voice you could muster.
“兄さん、今ジムに行くの。”
(brother, i’m going to the gym now.)
dead silence.
it was instant. you didn’t even have to look to know their eyes were huge. but you did. you turned your head just enough to see them in the mirrored elevator wall—wide eyes, open mouths, and a dumpling midair in momo’s chopsticks.
you continued, casually. “エレベーターの中で面白いことを聞いたばかりだ ちょっと面白い”
(just heard some interesting stuff in the elevator. kinda funny.)
a strangled noise came from behind you.
“日本語…？” mina blinked.
(japanese..?)
“彼らは完璧にそれを話します..” sana whispered, scandalized and thrilled.
(they speak it perfectly..)
you hang up the slight sound evident. you turn your head slightly.
sana was slack-jawed, strawberry milk and chicken sandwich forgotten. momo was wide-eyed, mid-bite again. mina looked like she wanted to melt into the floor.
you gave them a slow smile—lazy, just a little smug. “ありがと。ちなみに、私はそれらの賛辞を早く聞きました。”
(thanks. i heard those compliments earlier, by the way.)
“やっば…” sana whispered, covering her face.
(oh no...) mina made a sound that might’ve been a laugh. or a squeak. maybe both. also looked like she wanted to disappear into her hoodie forever.
you took a step toward the door. paused. let the silence simmer. “君たち3人でゲームを決めよう。” you said, smiling. “誰が勝っても私は地下室にいるよ。”
(you three will decide who win. whoever wins ill be in the gym basement.)
ding.
you stepped out as the doors slid open, tossing a glance over your shoulder.
“「触りたい」ってことは…次回に取っておきましょう。”
(that whole ‘i wanna touch’ thing… we’ll save it for next time.)
the last thing you heard before the elevator doors closed?
“なぜ彼らはあなたのタイプだと大声で言ったのですか!？”
(why did you say out loud that they were your type!?)
"サナ、あの人に触れたいって言ったでしょ!"
(sana, you literally said you wanted to touch them!)
“やめて…” (please stop...) — mina.
kino's note — your sleep deprived writer is back! (sort of) missed my pretty girls and i got this inspo while out on a run at 6am
