➪ summary : based on this request. ( got botched with this format </3 ) what do you do when your best friend and the cute boy who's always at your job both have a crush on you ?
➪ other notes : in honor of pride month ! the storyboarding for this was absolute hell but this was so much fun to write, pls pls pls send me more love triangle reqs, i love them sm. edit : FUHHH I MESSED UP A SLIDE 💔💔 sorry gais i barely just reviewed it ( pls don’t judge )
Minju sticking to Yn for 5 mins straight [67k views]
— Clip 1 ✰
“Minju unnie, can you not…”
You muttered, shifting uncomfortably as her arms tightened around your waist from behind. She’d been like this since dance practice started. Ten minutes ago.
“But you’re so soft,” she said, resting her chin on your shoulder with a dreamy sigh. “Like one of those bakery plushies.”
“Your sweat is literally on my back right now.”
“Consider it a gift.”
You were about to scream for help when Yunah walked in. Minju immediately let go and casually started stretching like she hadn’t just been glued to you.
You: “…She’s gonna think I hallucinated again.”
Minju: grinning “Then you better keep quiet, bakery bun.”
— Clip 2 ✰
You opened the fridge, searching for your emergency yogurt.
Minju appeared beside you. No pressed beside you. Arm brushing yours. Shoulder touching. Face like 2cm from yours.
“…Are you okay?” you asked, not looking up.
“Just trying to feel your aura today.”
“I will slam this fridge door.”
“Try it,” she whispered. “You’ll miss me when I’m gone.”
You blinked slowly, closed the fridge, and left. Minju followed.
— Clip 3 ✰
The members were filming content when Moka called you over.
Before you could take a step, Minju had already looped her arm through yours.
“I’ll come too,” she said sweetly.
“You don’t need to—”
“But I want to.”
She leaned in and added quietly, “Also you said you’d share your gummies and I saw you hiding them in your sleeve.”
You gasped. “You snitch”
Minju: “Guilty as charged ”
— Clip 4 ✰
You were lying face-down on the dorm couch after practice. Pure silence. Peace.
Then… weight. On your back.
“Minju unnie,” you grunted, “get off me.”
“No.” “You’re literally crushing my soul.”
“I’m recharging. You’re my wireless maknae charger.”
Yunah passed by, didn’t even look. “Not this again.”
“I can’t feel my ribs,” you muttered.
“I love you too,” she whispered.
— Clip 5 ✰
You were half-asleep in the van, head leaning against the window, when Minju dragged your head onto her shoulder.
You groggily mumbled, “I was comfy…”
“I’m comfier.”
You blinked up at her. She blinked down at you.
Minju: “You can breathe slower. Your heartbeat’s making me blush.”
You: “Unnie please get a grip.”
Minju: smiling like she’s living her romcom dream
Moka (from the back): “I’m gonna jump out of this moving van.”
The music in the room next door was loud enough to shake the walls. The bass thumped through the house, you could feel the beat in your chest. Voices overlapped somewhere beyond the hallway laughter, shouting, someone yelling the lyrics to a song.
Were they the right lyrics?
No, but that's ok.
The party had gotten bigger at some point without anyone noticing.
Y/n was in a room far from the source of the music. Yes, you could feel the music, but it wasn’t loud enough to be too bothersome.
Y/n leaned back against the couch, half-listening to Minju argue with Yunah over which movie they should put on after they got bored of dancing.
“You always pick something depressing or action-filled OR scary, and I don't want to watch something scary,” Yunah complained, stealing chips from the open bag in Minju’s hands.
“And you have the attention span of a goldfish,” Minju shot back.
“For the last time, I don’t know what that means,” Yunah said while waving her hands around.
Moka laughed softly from beside Y/n, shoulders brushing his for barely a second before she stepped away again.
He noticed it but chose to just let it linger.
“You’re quiet,” she said, glancing up at him.
He looked to her, “So are you.”
“That’s because Yunah’s talking enough for everybody.”
“Fair point.”
Moka smiled under her breath, trying to hide it behind the rim of her cup.
“It’s getting suspicious,” Minju said flatly, scrolling through movies on the TV while people shouted over each other in the living room. “At this point you two are either secretly dating or deeply committed to psychological warfare.”
“For the last time. We are not dating,” Moka said for what was probably the tenth time that night.
Yunah, currently trying to manage both the music queue and three different drunk people asking where the drinks were, pointed at them from across the room. “Then explain whatever this is.”
Y/n looked around dramatically. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“That,” Yunah said. She pointed to our shoulders “The constant touching!”
Moka frowned. “We barely touch.” At the exact same moment, she reached over to brush chip crumbs off Y/n’s hoodie sleeve.
The room went silent for half a second.
Minju slowly lowered her phone and looked at them. “You have got to be kidding me.”
Moka blinked. Then looked down at her own hand still resting on his arm. “Oh. That.”
Y/n laughed immediately. “You guys are insane,” he said.
“We’re insane?” Yunah repeated. “You literally look at each other like you’re in a slow-burn romance drama!”
“We do not.”
“You absolutely do,” Minju added. “Last week he carried you because you said your feet hurt.”
“My feet did hurt! Did you see my shoes?”
“And she feeds you food constantly,” Yunah accused.
“That’s because he forgets to eat when he games.”
“That’s not helping your case,” Minju sighed.
The thing was, none of it meant anything.
At least that’s what both of them kept telling themselves.
It had started as a joke forever ago. Tiny fake-flirty moments just to mess with their friends because Yunah reacted like she was watching a scandal unfold in real time.
And honestly? Watching her lose her mind was hilarious.
So naturally, instead of stopping, they got worse.
“You know what?” Y/n said casually, leaning back into the couch. “Maybe we are dating.”
Yunah looked at the two of them with a look that would definitely kill if it could.
Moka immediately grabbed his arm dramatically. “Babe, don’t expose us like that.”
“Oh my god,” Yunah whispered.
Minju looked exhausted already. “The two of you suck.”
Y/n bit back a laugh as Moka rested her head briefly against his shoulder just to make Yunah even more upset.
That did it.
Yunah pointed at them like she’d finally snapped. “GET OUT.”
“What?”
“OUT. BOTH OF YOU.” Moka burst into laughter.
“You have a party to tend to, you know,” Minju reminded Yunah while grabbing a drink from the table.
She turned to Minju and said, “I CAN DO BOTH.”
“You clearly cannot.” Yunah ignored her completely and marched toward them with narrowed eyes.
“Oh, she’s serious,” Y/n laughed.
“Run,” Moka said instantly.
That was all the warning he got before she grabbed his hand and bolted.
Yunah yelled after them immediately. “MOKA!”
People turned as they sprinted through the crowded house laughing.
Someone nearly spilled a drink trying to move out of their way. “WHAT IS HAPPENING?” a random guy shouted.
“YUNAH’S LOSING IT AGAIN,” Minju answered from downstairs.
Moka was laughing so hard she could barely breathe as she dragged Y/n up the stairs.
“You’re evil,” he said between laughs.
“You started it!”
“Hey, You called me babe!”
“You looked so uncomfortable!”
“I was uncomfortable!”
The upstairs hallway was quieter, but they could still hear Yunah stomping after them downstairs while yelling threats.
“She’s actually coming up here,” Moka whispered.
“No way. She wouldn’t.”
“MOKA!” Her voice projected through the entire house.
“I stand corrected.”
Y/n laughed again just as Moka shoved open her bedroom door. “Get in the closet,” she ordered.
“What are we, fugitives?”
“Yes. Move.”
Before he could argue, she pushed him inside her cramped closet and squeezed in after him, shutting the door just as footsteps reached the hallway.
Darkness crept in, the only light was between the slits of the door. Outside the closet, Yunah stopped. “I know you’re in here somewhere,” she said with a creepy voice.
“You know for someone who is easily scared of things, she is terrifying” Y/n muttered.
Moka pressed a hand over her mouth to stop herself from laughing.
After some seconds passed, Moka shifted awkwardly, trying not to lean too much against him. Unfortunately every adjustment somehow made more contact instead of less.
Her shoulder brushed his chest. Then her hip bumped his thigh. Then she shifted again trying to fix it, “Moka,” Y/n groaned quietly.
“What?”
“Please stop moving.”
“I’m uncomfortable!”
“You are making me uncomfortable.”
She froze. “What does that mean?”
Minju’s voice drifted from farther away down the hall. “Yunah. Leave them alone.”
They both stopped moving.
His hands landed carefully on her waist to stop her from moving again.
The sudden contact silenced both of them instantly. Moka’s breath caught. Y/n exhaled slowly through his nose like he was already regretting every decision that led him here.
“They’re being suspicious!”
“You’re hosting a party.” Minju then added dryly, “Go be social.”
“Okay,” she whispered nervously. “Then let me turn around.”
His head tipped lightly back against the wall behind him. “That’s worse, Moka.”
She frowned in confusion. “How– ”Then realization hit her all at once. “Oh.” Slowly, she tilted her head up toward him.
Yunah groaned dramatically. “Fine.” She turns back into the room “But this isn’t over.” she swung her pointed finger around.
Her footsteps disappeared back downstairs.
Y/n was already staring down at her with an expression somewhere between embarrassment and suffering.
And suddenly neither of them found the joke nearly as funny anymore. Moka was directly in front of him now.
Close enough that he could feel the warmth radiating off her in the cramped space. Close enough that every tiny movement brushed against him.
Then she shifted again accidentally, her hand pressing against his chest to steady herself.
His jaw tightened immediately. “Moka.”
“What?”
“You really need to stop doing that.”
Her eyes flickered up innocently. “Doing what?”
His hand settled carefully against the wall beside her head. “If you keep touching me like that,” he said quietly, “this is going to become a problem.”
“How much of a problem.” She asked while slowly moving her hand up his chest.
“One we won’t be able to undo.”
For a second, neither of them moved. The air inside the closet had changed too much. The teasing was gone. The joke was gone.
All that remained was the feeling of his hands still resting on her waist and the way both of them suddenly couldn’t look anywhere except at each other.
Moka cleared her throat first. “We should probably go before Yunah comes back.”
“Yeah,” Y/n answered immediately.
Moka opened the closet door first and slipped back into the bedroom, smoothing down her clothes like that would somehow fix anything.
Y/n followed a second later, dragging a hand through his hair slowly. “Okay,” he muttered. “That never happened.”
“Right.”
“Still friends.”
“Obviously.” Neither of them sounded convincing.
From downstairs, loud cheering erupted followed by Yunah yelling at someone to stop standing on her coffee table.
Moka glanced toward the bedroom door. Then back at him.
Y/n noticed the exact moment something dangerous crossed her mind. “Moka,” he said cautiously.
Without answering, she walked over to the bedroom door. Locked it. The soft click echoed loudly through the room.
Y/n stared at her. “What are you doing?”
She turned around slowly, leaning lightly against the door now. “If I did that,” she said carefully, while pointing down, “then it’s only right to help you. No?”
His jaw tightened instantly. “Moka.” She pushed away from the door and took a step toward him. “You realize what will happen if you do this, right?” he asked quietly.
Every bit of teasing had disappeared from his voice now. Now he sounded serious.
But Moka only kept walking toward him, heartbeat pounding harder with every step. “I’m prepared to face the consequences.” That almost broke him right there.
Y/n laughed softly once, but there was no humor in it. “You have no idea what you’re saying.”
“Maybe I do.”
“Moka– ” She reached him then. Placed both hands lightly against his chest. And pushed him, slowly. Until the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed.
He sat down harder than he intended, eyes never leaving hers. “Moka,” he warned again, quieter this time.
But she only stepped closer, climbed carefully into his lap, straddling him before he could stop her.
The breath left his lungs completely. Her hands settled against his shoulders. He rested instinctively against her waist again.
This felt too natural for them. It shouldn't have.
“Are you?” she whispered.
He took a second before finally responding "Am I what?” He stared into her eyes.
She slowly leaned in close and whispered in his ear, “Are you prepared.” A small kiss on his ear “To face the consequences?”
Whatever control he’d been desperately holding onto snapped instantly. His hand slid up to cup her face and he kissed her like he’d been trying not to for far too long. All the tension from the last hour crashed into it at once.
Moka made the softest startled sound against his mouth before kissing him back with equal force, fingers tangling immediately into his hair. And somehow that made it worse, or better.
He genuinely couldn’t tell anymore.
All Y/n knew was that the second she kissed him back, every thought in his head disappeared completely. Her hands tightened slightly against him as he pulled her closer instinctively, like even this still wasn’t enough.
The kiss deepened again almost immediately. The kind of kiss that built itself from too much tension and too many moments they’d both pretended meant nothing.
Moka pulled back only barely, just enough to breathe. “You kiss like you’ve wanted to do that for a while,” she whispered.
Y/n stared at her for half a second before laughing softly under his breath. “Maybe I have.”
Her expression faltered. “You never said anything.” Her arms fell slightly off his shoulders.
“You never looked at me like this before tonight.”
“I didn’t know I could.”
That almost ruined him all over again. His forehead dropped briefly against hers as he exhaled shakily. “This is such a bad idea.”
“Probably.”
“We might regret this.” She was slowly leaning in again.
“Maybe.” Neither of them moved away.
Downstairs, Yunah was now screaming about someone breaking a lamp.
But upstairs, in the locked bedroom, Moka kissed him again before he could rethink any of it.
She looked down once, “Oh,” she whispered, one of her hands left his shoulder and placed itself on his chest. “So you are affected.”
He let out a short laugh, disbelieving. “You have no idea.”
Moka’s hand curled lightly in his shirt. His hand was now braced beside him. And somehow, now that they weren’t in danger of getting caught anymore, the silence felt even worse.
Her eyes flicked to his mouth for the briefest second. That tiny movement nearly ruined him.
"You started this, remember?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the muffled music.
"Unitenionally but yeah.” He sucked in a breath “I know."
She dropped to her knees on the floor between his legs, her hands already working at his belt buckle.
Y/n's head fell back, a sharp exhale escaping him as she freed him from his jeans.
She took him into her mouth with a hunger that surprised them both, her tongue pressing flat against the underside as she sank down. Her fingers wrapped around what she couldn't take, stroking in rhythm with the bob of her head.
"Fuck, Moka– " She hummed around him in response, and his hand flew to her hair, gripping tight.
She went slow, then fast. The same thing, over and over again. She lifted her head up to take a breath but her hand never stopped.
When she finally pulled back, lips swollen and chin wet, she looked up at him through her lashes with a satisfied smirk. "Still friends?"
He hauled her up by the arms, crashing his mouth against hers. "I have to return the favor now. It's only right."
Her breath hitched against his lips but was masked over with a smirk. "Of course."
He pushed her down onto the rumpled sheets, following her. His mouth traced a path from her jaw to her collarbone, then lower, fingers hooking into the waistband of her jeans.
But she stopped him.
“What's wrong?” he asked, propping himself up on his elbows above her. "What are you thinking?"
Moka looked up at him, her chest rising and falling heavily. Then she reached down, her fingers on his chest before trailing lower. Her fingers found him again, already hard and slick with her spit.
"I'm thinking about how much I want you inside me."
She grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down, kissing him deep and sloppy, tongues tangling as her legs wrapped around his waist.
Y/n didn't need further invitation. He gripped the back of her thighs and hoisted her higher, adjusting her position so she was perched perfectly on the edge of him.
He leaned in, his lips leaving hers to trail a path of fire down her jawline to the sensitive curve of her neck.
Moka let out a sharp, strangled cry, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he slid into her in one slow, agonizingly perfect motion.
She was tight, so tight it felt like she was molding herself around him, and the sensation nearly drove him over the edge instantly.
He froze for a moment, his forehead pressed against hers, both of them panting, their hearts hammering against their ribs in a synchronized, frantic rhythm.
They both groaned into each other's mouths. The position gave him control, let him set a rhythm that had her arching off the mattress, her nails raking down his back, making marks.
"You're... so tight," he groaned, his voice sounding like it was being dragged through gravel. "God, Moka..."
"Don't stop," she gasped, her voice breaking. "Please, Y/n... more."
He began to move, starting with slow, deep thrusts that filled her completely. Each slide forward was a revelation, a physical claim that erased every boundary they had ever set.
Moka’s head tossed back, her eyes fluttering shut as she began to ride the rhythm, her hips tilting instinctively to meet every thrust.
The friction was electric. The heat was suffocating. Every time he thrusted, a small, needy whimper escaped her throat, and it only fueled his hunger.
The slow thrusts vanished, replaced by a raw urgency.
He began to drive into her with a relentless force, the bed creaking beneath them, the sounds of their bodies colliding filling the space where conversation used to be.
"Look at me," he commanded.
Moka opened her eyes, her gaze hazy and blown wide with pleasure. Seeing the sheer, unadulterated lust in his eyes broke something inside her.
She leaned forward, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and pulling him down for another kiss, this one tasting of salt and desperation.
She wanted more.
As the tension built, she suddenly moved up, using her momentum to overpower him. With a surprised grunt, Y/n found himself pushed onto his back, the air leaving his lungs for a split second before Moka was straddling his lap again, her thighs gripping his waist.
She leaned forward slightly, her hands resting flat against his stomach, feeling the ripple of his abs beneath her palms. She looked down at him, "Can I ride you?" she asked with a certain look on her face.
Y/n’s eyes darkened, his hands sliding up to grip her hips to help her balance. "I would love that."
She reached back in between her legs to reach you and lined him with her. She sank down onto him with a gasp, and for a long moment neither of them moved, just stayed there.
Then she started to move.
Slow at first, rolling her hips in circles that had him gripping her thighs, his head thrown back against the pillow, like her just a couple minutes earlier.
She built speed, finding a rhythm that made the bedframe creak, that made his groans turn into something almost desperate.
"Like this?" she panted.
"Please don't stop." A smirk managed to appear on her face.
She began to move, her pace erratic and passionate, lifting herself and dropping back down with an intensity that had Y/n clutching the sheets.
They were both spiraling toward the edge again, the world outside the bedroom door completely forgotten.
Just as Moka began to peak, her breath hitching as she prepared to let go, a sharp, loud knock echoed through the room.
Knock knock knock.
"Hey. I know you're in there."
Yunah's voice cut through the post-orgasm haze like a bucket of ice water. Moka froze on top of him, eyes wide. He leaned up with his hand on her waist and the other holding him up.
"I can hear you breathing," Yunah called through the door. "And I definitely know what you've been doing. You're not slick."
Moka's lips curled into something dangerous. She looked down at Y/n, still buried inside her, and then back at the door.
She let out a moan. And I don't mean a small one. She let out a loud moan.
Yunah's fist banged against the wood. "You two are gross. Just you wait until you come out."
Moka pressed her forehead to Y/n's, both of them trying not to laugh.
"That was evil," he whispered.
"She started it."
She leaned back resting her hands on his knees. She tilted her head. “Now. Where were we?”
Y/n smirked and leaned back down and letting her continue.
————————————
The room stayed quiet for a long time after that. Like both of them were still trying to process what had happened.
At some point, Moka ended up curled against his chest while Y/n sat against the headboard, one arm loosely around her waist.
The party downstairs had slowly faded from loud chaos into distant muffled voices and occasional laughter.
Eventually, reality started creeping back in.
“We should probably go downstairs,” Moka mumbled into his shoulder.
“Probably.”
A few seconds passed. Then Y/n sighed softly. “Yunah already knows we're here. So we should probably get out or she’s never shutting up again.”
Moka snorted quietly. “She was already convinced before this.”
“She doesn’t know.” he breathed in and while breathing out “For sure.” (Please tell me you know this reference)
Still, they eventually forced themselves apart.
Moka avoided his eyes at first while fixing her clothes, brushing down imaginary wrinkles nervously.
Y/n dragged a hand through his hair for what had to be the tenth time.
The room felt different now. They felt different. They didn't feel like friends anymore, or like how they used to be.
“You okay?” he asked finally.
Moka looked over at him. The softness in his voice almost made her nervous again. “Yeah,” she answered quietly. “You?”
He laughed once under his breath. “Ask me later.” That made her smile despite herself.
By the time they unlocked the bedroom door, the house had gone noticeably quieter.
The music was gone entirely. And judging by the abandoned cups scattered around the upstairs hallway, most people had already left.
“Oh no,” Moka whispered immediately.
“What?”
“The party ended.”
Y/n stared at her. “That’s your concern right now?”
“Yes! Because now it looks worse!” He started laughing before they even made it downstairs.
The second they reached the bottom step, both of them froze. Yunah stood in the middle of the living room with her arms crossed.
Minju sat sprawled on the couch nearby eating chips like she’d been waiting for this exact moment all night.
The lamp in the corner was crooked. And Yunah looked furious.
“I found them,” Minju said calmly.
Yunah ignored Minju and glared at them. “Care to explain now?”
Moka and Y/n looked at each other instinctively. One glance. That was all it took. Because somehow, even now, they shared the exact same thought.
They turned back toward Yunah together. “What’s there to explain?” they both said at the same time.
Minju actually choked on her drink laughing.
Yunah stared at them in complete disbelief. “You disappeared upstairs for TWO HOURS.”
“So?” Y/n asked.
“So?!” Yunah repeated. “You came downstairs looking like THIS.”
Moka blinked innocently. “Like what?”
Yunah made an incoherent frustrated noise and pointed aggressively at Y/n. “His hair is a mess!”
“I spilled my drink down and whipped my mouth with my sleeve.”
“You don’t have sleeves.”
Moka paused, then let out a small laugh “Oh yeah.”
Minju lost it laughing again.
“Oh my god,” Yunah whispered, horrified. “Something actually happened.”
“Nothing happened,” Y/n said smoothly.
“YOU WERE GONE FOR TWO HOURS.”
“We lost track of time.”
“In her room?!”
“It was a very interesting conversation,” Moka added.
Yunah looked seconds away from collapse. Meanwhile Minju was enjoying this entirely too much. “You know,” she said thoughtfully, “I told you to stop fake flirting.”
Moka’s confidence faltered for half a second.
Y/n noticed immediately.
So did Minju. “Oh my god,” Minju said slowly, sitting up straighter. “Wait.”
Yunah narrowed her eyes dangerously. “Why did you both go quiet?”
“No reason,” Moka answered too fast.
“Moka.”
“What?”
Yunah pointed between them again. “Why are you standing so far apart right now?” Both of them froze.
At some point while walking downstairs, they’d intentionally left a suspicious amount of space between each other.
Which, ironically, made them look guiltier than ever.
Minju covered her face with one hand. “You idiots finally caught feelings.”
“We did not,” Y/n said immediately.
Moka nodded too quickly. “Yeah exactly.”
Yunah stared at them. Then at the way Y/n’s eyes automatically flicked toward Moka when she spoke.
Then at the way Moka kept avoiding looking at him for too long.
Her jaw dropped slowly. “Oh my god,” she whispered.
play fighting with switch!moka that leads to her pinning you down and dryhumping you against your mattress while she tries not to moan out from the friction because she’s scared that she’ll get caught 😓
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pairing. sub!sakai moka x sub!fem reader.
content warnings. dry humping, scissoring.
ended up playing wrestling with moka because you two love joking around and making sarcastic comments and playful shoves so much, and one thing leads to another and you both end up playfully wrestling because joking around is fun! both moka and you love to joke around like that, and it’s something you’ve done since you gained enough trust and closeness in your friendship to joke around like that, so being able to have this kind of relationship with your roommate is the best thing that can happen to you.
but what happens when you end up on top of her and unintentionally grind your hips against hers in a way that makes you both moan shamelessly out loud... at first, it's all embarrassment and shyness because you made an innocent move that ended up becoming something more complex, continuing with you stuttering as you try to apologize to make amends for your mistake, but moka ends up placing her hands on your thighs and whimpering as she moves her hips upwards in search of more contact. and well, why would you try to overthink the situation if she’s giving you the green light for something else to happen?
and of course, both of you are quick to get rid of the necessary clothing so you can continue as soon as possible, almost tearing the clothes off each other’s bodies, as the need and desperation are more than evident! but everything calms down a bit the moment you slide between her trembling thighs, finally being able to align your soaked pussy with hers and thus continuing to move your hips against hers, sliding folds together and clits touching in a way that makes her tremble beneath you.
your palm collided with her slit with each pump inside moka. two of your fingers—your middle and ring finger—disappeared inside her hole, getting sucked up by her eager pussy.
moka's hand blindly reached down, feeling around for your free hand. finding it resting beside her hip, she grabbed your wrist, bringing the body part closer to her face. in an instant, her mouth was open, urging your fingers closer to her tongue. she wrapped her lips around two fingers, letting them rest in her mouth as your other fingers worked inside her.
she moaned at the taste—salty with the lingering taste of soap. moka's tongue came out, slowly dragging up your finger. stopping at the top, she swirled her tongue around the pad of your fingers.
lower down, you curled your fingers inside her cunt. the feel made moka's body react instantly—her back arched, and her hips bucked into your hand, chasing that pleasure again.
ᅠᅠ ೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 사랑 𑣲 you give them flowers⠀ᰋ .ᐟ 𝑔𝓃! reader ★ 𝗰𝘄. none 𝐢𝐢 ♡ 𝖮𝟧𝟨𝟤
🪷 ୧ ꒰ ﹒fluffy , angst on moka's part, can be read as both platonic and romantic, short scenarios for each of them ﹒ ꒱ 𝐢 𝑡ags ⋮ ✶⋆ 𝒇iles
SANA who got caught by surprise when she saw the flowers on her door. it wasn't something unusual to receive those as a celebrity—after all fans gave her every kind of gifts—but those weren't from a fan. they were from you. at least she was sure the messy hand writing from someone who decided to include a little note to the flowers before leaving them. the next time you visited her? the flowers were inside her bedroom, by the window, happily flourishing just like your relationship.
MOKA wouldn't have expected the flowers. not at all. the kinds of stuff people gave her were little keyrings, sylvanian dolls and all kinds of little objects moka could collect. flowers weren't one of them. sure, a fan or another gave it to her but these were from a close person. from you. and that made it all more special. she would never admit it, but she had actually cried at night staring at the flowers—even feeling a bit guilty as you mentioned her hiatus and how you wished her a good recovery.
KARINA thought it was just a prank at first, that you were messing around with her and not really being serious. but as she picked up the flowers from her doorframe and brought them inside, she saw the little note you left her—something alongside the lines 'thank you for being my bandmate <3' with a little heart on it. she really wasn't expecting that, and she couldn't help the smile growing on her face while watching the flowers for a while, imagining how grateful she was that she had you.
JIWOO was speechless when you showed up at her dorm late at night with a flower bouquet in hands. poor girl barely reacted when you shoved them in her arms and said goodbye, running away. she was left there frozen in place, staring at where you came from—and also left—with warmth in her gaze. this wasn't something she expected, but she was happy you chose her out of everyone to give flowers. how did you know her favorites? she'd never know.
LIZ is a pretty girl and she knew that. throughout her whole life she was used to getting flowers and all kinds of gifts. but when they came from you, no matter how simple, she was always flustered. and now that you got her flowers?! oh, she definitely fell asleep like a content cat, thinking of you. it's always a surprise when you get her things, and no matter what it is, it's always a pleasant one. which is why she's probably already thinking on what to give you back as a thank you.
SOYEON is a busy woman since forever. she'd spend all her day thinking on how to do things better for her, but also mainly for the group. everyone got used to that—except you. which is why you showed up at the studio with a few flowers, leaving them on the desk where soyeon would see them. a note was attached to it, saying 'take a little break and spend more time with us, we love you <3'. it was not little to say that soyeon was both surprised and happy from the gift. and it worked! a few days later, she took a three day break with you and the others.
summary: going viral and becoming 'iconic by mistake' for going on a date with __ from illit (+ the girls finding out)
a/n: i'm very iffy on this song but either way i felt it matched with this.. maybe i should make a fic with the song iffy iffy by lsrfm.. also this fic is 1: to show that i'm alive and 2: for pride month; because i'm sapphic (kind of, it's complicated dw about it..) and ik a bunch of other people are too :D
c/w: member’s pov, intentional lowercase/more casual format since i’m lazy and want this done quick so i can focus on other things 🤫 roughly 0.2k per member!
yunah’s had a long week with all the tiring rehearsals she’s had recently, but she finally felt like she’s gotten some rest with the slightly longer break she has. She spent time with you again, slept a healthy amount of hours, and woke up to.. well, she woke up to the sizzling of something in the kitchen and your cackling at something alongside it. getting out of bed, hair and pajamas slightly rumpled, she walks over to the kitchen, wrapping her arms around your shoulders. stifling your laughs, you greet yunah a good morning. “what’s so funny?” she asks with a grin. your wide smile, however, dissipates. she tilts her head in confusion. your voice falters. “oh, uh, you wouldn’t think what i was laughing at was so funny.” “maybe i wouldn’t, but i still want to know.” “no, like.. you’d probably be pissed.” yunah sighs. “what is this about?” you gulp. "so, you know how we went on a date yesterday.." she slowly nods. "someone might have caught us.. like, a couple someones.. like, maybe all of your fans' kind of someones.." she stares at you for a couple of seconds, gently twisting your wrist to show her the phone screen. she starts shaking, and at first you think it's in anger until you can hear stifled laughing.
others under the cut!
usually you'd be scrolling on social media, waiting until after the show to text her. right now though, you're texting minju before her show.
hihi minju!!
WHAT HAPPENED?!?! DO I NEED TO GO HOME
oh no
just uh..
..what?
WHAT??
so you might not want to go on social media.. or talk to fans in between songs.
why
there might be a viral post.. about you..
about us, actually..
HUH??!?!
when we went on our date
someone caught us
and took a picture
and posted us
they think i'm pretty though
that just made me more mad
what the flip
how do they say you're pretty
they said 'forget minju, what about the girl she's dating 😻'
yea i'm sliming everyone
they think 😂😂😂 they have a chance 😂😂😂😂 with you 😂😂😂😂😂
okay ykw just go to your show does it not start in like two minutes 😭
yeah my members are mad.. byebye!!
baii!
you awkwardly look at moka from across the room, while she's sitting at a long table, sitting spaced far away from her other members. she occasionally glances at you, but can't do more than that. when you get your turn to sit with moka, you both hear a whisper from two people behind you. "isn't that moka's rumored girlfriend?" one girl questions, her voice bright and curious. "oh, yeah. she's pretty." the other girl responds, her voice melodic and more matured. "mhm." you two look at each other again and start laughing, her glossy lips curving up and her eyes creasing. when getting ushered to the next member, she covers her mouth enough so that people recording wouldn't see her as she mouths, "we'll talk more tonight, 'kay?" you nod, sitting down in front of yunah as she looks back at you knowingly. the other members have caught you two together a number of times, not really caring. the both of you are still giggling as you attempt to interact with the person across from you, even hearing light laughs behind you.
wonhee is cuddled up next to you, watching a movie, when you get ten consecutive rings from your phone. "bro, what the- oh my god." you've picked up your phone, wonhee looking at your phone too when your finger stops at a screenshot of things your friends sent to you in your groupchat. "what is it, babe?" wonhee shifts to sit up properly, trying to get a better look when you hide your phone, holding the screen against your chest and springing up from the couch. "babe, it can't be that serious." she laughs a bit, but after evaluating your expression- wide eyes, parted lips, slightly frowning- her face softens back to normal, gesturing to show the phone with her hand. after about ten seconds, you take your phone off your chest. handing over your phone, screenshot still showing on screen, wonhee takes a look at the post. her only reaction is a sigh, long and hard. "that's it?" "what do you mean, 'that's it'?!" she laughs. "it's fine! did you even read the post properly?" you tilt your head, then shake it. you're handed back the phone and read the text on the post. 'ofc wonhee gets such a pretty gf, she's got lucky girl syndrome fr 💔' "oh."
iroha is standing in the recording booth, recording her lines for the group's upcoming collab song, ICONIC BY MISTAKE.
thank you for the comments, it's because of all your hate.
you suddenly get a ring from your phone, your thoughts straying from your girlfriend who's a room away from you to your phone. you get a post from one of your favorite fanpages, who quickly turns into a least favorite once you read the post. 'whoever this girl is should stay away from iroha.. iroha bby you deserve better :c' they also respond to several comments, all rude no matter the tone of the original comment. it might have been petty now that you think about it, but at that moment you dm the fanpage with a picture of yourself. 'thank you for the comments, it's because of all your hate <3' that song really stuck with you, the repetitiveness of iroha rerecording the one line getting to you. you look up to see iroha. "who are you messaging?" "you know that one fanpage i liked?" "oh yeah, i was meaning to tell you about the post. i was pissed to the point that i needed to take my mind off of it- and forgot." "i might have dmed them.." she laughs, grabbing your hand and pulling you up from the couch and out of the building to your car.
glad to be back! gonna disappear again though.. i was super stressed earlier due to the hearts2wish series because i wanted it to be over 5k words, but some stories just might have to be shorter and some might have to be longer, much to my dismay of wanting them to be longer and equal. but hopefully the first part of that series will come out in the next week!
