hello! Its ur nayeon pilled anon again!!!! What about a nayeon x fem reader fic where ur her uber driver but u don't recognize her lol. Bonus add on if she sees a pc of her and she asks who it is and u say it's ur gf bc 2 crackheads in the car is better than one?? Thank you as always! 🙏🏼
late night ride
idol nayeon x uber driver f! reader // fluff
synopsis: you unknowingly drive nayeon as her uber driver. when she notices her photocard on the dashboard and asks who it is, you tell her she’s your girlfriend as if it’s the most natural thing in the world ^^
author’s note: hihi nayeon pilled anon :P (you’re so peak hehe) THIS IDEA WAS SO CUTE ++ it had me giggling as i was brainstormingggg :D:D thanks for this adorable idea ^^ i hope u like it and sorry it took so long for me to get to it </3
contents: fluff fluff, crack (not the sus type)
1.4k words
you had recently started doing late-night uber shifts, trading sleep for a little more money to save up for the apartment you wanted. plus, you’d always enjoyed driving and chose to think of the work as a way to get to know the city more.
after dropping off a couple at the airport, your phone vibrated with a new ride request.
a few minutes later, you pulled up to the pick up location. the street was quiet, lit mostly by the flickering storefront signs. the passenger opened the door and slid into the backseat quickly. you glanced quickly into the rearview mirror — she had a gray hat pulled low and a mask that covered most of her face.
“hi,” you said automatically, glancing into your phone as you confirmed the destination. “you’re heading to gangnam-gu?”
there was a brief pause.
“yeah,” came the muted reply.
“okay, great.” you shifted the car into drive, merging back into the late-night traffic stream.
the city was still awake at this hour. streetlights pooled warm gold onto the roads, and neon signs flickered lazily above cafés and convenience stores, their colors bleeding into the glass of the car like watercolor.
every now and then, a distant vehicle honked, but the city was mostly quiet in a way that felt intimate. even the traffic felt patient, just existing under a sky that had gone dark and velvety with night.
“wow, the roads are especially packed tonight,” you said, glancing at the rearview mirror with the casual energy of someone who’d said the same thing a hundred times before. “it seems like everyone decided to go out all at once.”
from the back seat, there was a small nod. the passenger stayed quiet. she’d expected… something else. a reaction or even slight recognition, maybe. instead, she got nothing unusual at all, just another driver talking as if it was any other night.
you kept talking, oblivious to the passenger’s thoughts behind you.
“and don’t even get me started on the monsoon season coming up,” you added with a sigh. “i swear, people get more impatient the second it starts to rain around here.”
you glanced again the mirror. still nothing — just that same quiet presence in the back seat. maybe she didn’t particularly feel like talking.
at a red light, your eyes drifted briefly to the dashboard. clipped neatly beside your phone mount was a photo card. the photocard smiled adorably at you, and the small bunny sticker you’d placed on the plastic cover gleamed as it caught the light of a nearby car.
the passenger leaned forward just a little, curiosity slipping through as she inspected the photocard.
“who’s that?” the passenger asked casually, trying not to sound too interested.
you didn’t even hesitate as you replied.
“my girlfriend,” you said simply, a small smile forming on your lips.
for a moment, the car felt a little quieter. there was a pause from the back seat, but not long enough to be suspicious.
“...she’s pretty,” she said, voice neutral.
“i know,” you shrugged. “she gets that a lot.”
behind you, nayeon bit the inside of her cheek. she gets that a lot?
laughter bubbled up in her chest, but she managed to swallow it down, shoulders trembling every so slightly at the effort.
you didn’t notice anything different, continuing to drive.
“we’ve been together for two years,” you continued. nayeon nearly choked, having to tightly grip her jeans.
“oh?”
“yeah,” you nodded matter-of-factly. “long distance is pretty rough though… i don’t get to see her very often because she’s an idol you know — busy schedule and all that.”
nayeon turned to face the window. underneath the mask, her lips were pressed together so tightly they hurt.
“so…” she managed, clearing her throat. “how did you two meet?”
“oh, a mutual friend.”
“...mutual friend?”
you hummed in reply.
“who?” nayeon pressed.
“i can’t really say. privacy reasons.”
nayeon pressed a hand to her mouth, shoulders shaking as she laughed silently. a few seconds passed before she tried to continue the conversation again.
“do her members know you?”
“oh, definitely. of course.”
“they do?”
“what do they think of you?”
you had to consider that question — but only for one second. “i think they like me.”
“you think?”
“well…” you tilted your head. “one of them threatened me once… protective friend stuff, but we got past it.”
nayeon coughed into hand to disguise the laugh escaping her. the sincerity in your voice made the whole thing infinitely more ridiculous, but also more endearing.
you glanced in the mirror in concern. “are you okay back there?”
“yeah.” her voice cracked. “just… allergies.”
you nodded sympathetically before continuing your monologue. “her family and i get along really well though. her dog really likes me — he’s the cutest little pomeranian. i love him.”
nayeon answered with a small nod, silently grateful she'd decided to wear a hat and mask that night. the smile blooming across her face was impossible to suppress, but thankfully the mask hid it while her hat shaded the way her eyes folded into half-moon crescents. once she managed to control her laughing fit, she continued to ask questions.
“what’s she like?”
you immediately grinned. “she’s really sweet,” you said genuinely. “she’s so smart and funny. and ridiculously pretty — i mean, have you seen her?”
the navigation chimed. the car filled briefly with the same prerecorded payment announcement, one you’d heard enough times to memorize. you pulled neatly to the curb and shifted the car into park.
“well,” you said, “here we are.”
the passenger reached for the door handle but paused. you looked up at the photocard on your dashboard with a fond smile.
“to be honest, im just a huge fan,” you admitted with a small laugh. “she’s my favorite. im convinced she’s the prettiest person ive ever laid eyes on.”
you shook your head in earnest. “and honestly… if i ever actually met nayeon, i’d probably passed out,” you laughed.
there was a beat of silence. then—
“..hi.”
the voice was different — brighter and familiar. you glanced up at the rearview mirror. the passenger had pulled down her mask, and in the mirror, you saw a bunny smile. the bunny smile, with bright eyes crinkled in laughter.
for a second, your brain refused to process. you blinked once, then twice. you turned around to confirm that what you were seeing was real.
…and it was.
“nayeon?” your voice came out somewhere between a whisper and a squeak. “oh my god.”
she couldn’t contain her laughter anymore — it spilled out of her, warm, loud, and unmistakable, filling the entire car.
“i thought,” nayeon managed between laughing, “you said you’d pass out.”
you kept staring at her, eyes wide in disbelief.
“...i think i actually might,” you said weakly. that only seemed to make her laugh harder.
when it finally eased, a silence filled between you two, but it was softer.
nayeon tilted her head slightly, watching you with an amused smile. “so… your girlfriend, huh?”
you groaned, burying your face in your hands as you recalled the embarrassing bit you’d committed to for at least fifteen minutes. “please, please forget everything i said. please forget this ever happened.”
“i don’t think i can,” she replied, laughing again at the horrified expression on your face.
she then reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone. her fingers briefly tapped at the screen before holding it out towards you.
“give me your number,” she said simply.
“wait what?”
“we should probably get to know each other before dating, don’t you think?”
this time, it was your turn to laugh. you slowly took the phone, entering your number with slightly clumsy fingers. when you handed it back, she saved it without hesitation, smiling a little at her phone.
then, she stepped out of the car. before closing the door, she leaned back in just slightly with a grin. “i’ll call you sometime. have a safe drive home!”
—
after you arrived home — still in disbelief that any of it happened — your phone buzzed with a notification.
you grabbed at it immediately, a little embarrassed at how quickly you clawed for it. there was one message from an unknown number.
hi! i realized i never asked you for your name
nice to meet you, i’m nayeon. and you are?
hi!! could i request new student reader meeting twice's friend group
and then nayeon becomes reader's tutor and they get really close
but then during a school proj, reader gets close with another random guy and nayeon gets pissed :D
and smut pls LOL
thx i love your fics sm <3
mean, median, mine 𓂃⋆.˚
im nayeon x fem reader
warnings: tutor!nayeon, alcohol use, drunk confession, jealousy, fingering, oral sex
wc: 3.7k
a/n: thank u darling 💜🪽 this request had me giggling while writing (,,>﹏<,,) hope i served it properly. requests are open ❤︎
being tutored by Nayeon was supposed to fix your grades—not ruin her cool⋆˚꩜｡
Transferring mid-semester is humiliating.
You’re standing at the front of the lecture hall while Professor Kim adjusts his glasses and says, “We have a new student joining us today.”
Every head turns.
You hate it.
There’s a group near the middle row that looks especially put together—effortlessly cool, like they walked out of a campus magazine spread.
One of them—tall, athletic, short hair—gives you a polite nod. Another waves brightly. One girl in particular doesn’t smile.
She just watches.
Im Nayeon.
You don’t know her name yet, but you will.
“There’s an empty seat next to Nayeon,” the professor says.
Of course there is.
You make your way down the steps, trying not to trip over your own nerves. The girl next to the empty seat closes her laptop slightly as you sit.
“Hi,” you say softly.
She nods once. “You transferred from Busan?”
“…Yeah.”
“I’ve seen your transcript.”
You blink. “You’ve—what?”
“I’m the department tutor,” she says flatly. “You’re behind.”
Oh.
That’s how this is going to be.
After class, the friendly girl who waved earlier bounds over.
“I’m Sana! That’s Jihyo, Jeongyeon, Momo, Mina, Dahyun, Chaeyoung, and Tzuyu. And that,” she tilts her head toward the girl packing her bag, “is Nayeon. She’s scary at first but it’s mostly an act.”
“I heard that,” Nayeon says without looking up.
You laugh.
It’s a mistake.
Because Nayeon finally looks at you properly.
And for a second, something shifts.
You find out later that afternoon that tutoring sessions are mandatory.
With her.
“Library. four,” she says before walking away.
No please. No explanation.
Just expectation.
At four, she’s already there.
Highlighter uncapped. Notes organized. Two coffees—one black, one with cream.
She slides the lighter one toward you without comment.
“You’re struggling with statistics,” she says.
“Wow. Way to open gently.”
Her lips twitch. Barely.
“You’re capable,” she says. “You’re just distracted.”
“By what?”
She meets your eyes.
“Everything.”
This is going to be a problem.
By the third session, she stops being so sharp.
By the fifth, she leans closer when explaining formulas.
By the seventh, her hand brushes yours when you both reach for the same pen—and neither of you pulls away immediately.
“You’re improving,” she says quietly.
You grin. “That sounded almost proud.”
“I don’t praise without reason.”
“Then say it properly.”
She studies you for a long second.
“You’re doing well.”
And somehow, that feels like the best thing anyone’s said to you all semester.
Across campus, from a picnic table under a tree, Sana nudges Jihyo.
“Do you see that?”
Jihyo follows her gaze to the library window.
Nayeon is leaning too close.
You’re smiling too wide.
“Oh,” Jihyo says.
“Oh,” Sana echoes.
The announcement happens on a random Tuesday.
“Midterm group presentations,” Professor Kim says. “Partners are assigned.”
You don’t think anything of it.
“Y/N, you’ll be working with Anton.”
There’s a guy two rows over who turns around immediately and smiles at you.
“Hey,” he says after class. “Guess we’re partners.”
You nod. “Looks like it.”
From across the room, you feel it.
You glance over your shoulder.
Nayeon is watching.
Her expression is neutral.
Too neutral.
That afternoon, you and Anton sit at a campus cafe going over the project outline.
He’s funny. Smart. Surprisingly good at explaining concepts.
“You’re actually way ahead,” he says. “Didn’t you just transfer?”
“I have a good tutor,” you say without thinking.
“Oh?” he grins. “Are they scary?”
You laugh. “A little.”
You don’t see the way someone across the cafe door pauses.
Nayeon hadn’t meant to stop in.
She definitely hadn’t meant to watch.
Anton leans in slightly when he talks. You lean closer to hear him over the noise.
It’s harmless.
Completely harmless.
Her jaw tightens anyway.
Tutoring that evening feels… off.
“You’re distracted,” Nayeon says, flipping through your notes.
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
You frown. “We just started.”
Her pen presses harder against the paper than necessary.
“Your project partner,” she says evenly. “You seem comfortable with him.”
Oh.
So that’s what this is.
“He’s nice.”
“I didn’t ask that.”
You blink. “Then what are you asking?”
Silence stretches.
Nayeon finally looks up from your notes.
“I’m asking if you’re actually working,” she says evenly, “or if you’re planning on letting a ‘nice guy’ carry your grade while you laugh at his jokes in public cafes.”
Heat rises to your cheeks. “We were working. And it’s not like I had a choice—Professor Kim assigned us. Besides, I thought you said I was improving. Don’t you trust your own tutoring?”
Nayeon’s pen clicks—once, twice, three times.
“I trust my work,” she says coolly. “I don’t trust him. Guys like that see someone new and talented and decide they get to orbit around her. It’s inefficient.”
“Inefficient,” you repeat, a faint smile tugging at your lips. “So this is about time management?”
Nayeon leans in.
Her perfume—clean, expensive, faintly sweet—wraps around you.
She reaches for your coffee instead of your notebook, turning the cup slowly. Her thumb drags across the rim where your lips had been.
“I’m the one who stayed up until two color-coding your study guides,” she murmurs. “I’m the one who knows you mix up mean and median when you’re tired. I’ve put in the hours, Y/N. I don’t like competitors.”
Your breath stutters. “Nayeon, he’s just my partner.”
“Then keep him as one,” she says sharply—though her eyes soften when they meet yours. “I’m increasing our sessions. Daily. Starting tomorrow.”
“Daily? I have a life.”
“You have a GPA,” she counters. “Four o’clock. Don’t be late.”
The next afternoon, you’re early.
Anton is leaning over your shoulder, pointing at a typo and laughing.
“Seriously, Y/N, you’re a genius. How did you get that formula right on the first try?”
“I had a very strict teacher,” you say.
The air shifts.
You don’t need to look up to know she’s there.
Nayeon stands a few feet away—Sana and Momo flanking her like backup dancers she didn’t ask for.
Sana waves brightly. “Hi, Y/N! Studying?”
“We’re just finishing up,” Anton says, offering a polite smile. “I’m Anton.”
Nayeon doesn’t take his hand.
She doesn’t even glance at it.
Instead, she walks to the chair beside you—the one his bag is sitting on. She lifts it with two fingers and holds it out to him.
“Our session starts in sixty seconds,” she says calmly. “The library is for quiet study.”
Anton blinks. “Right. Uh. Sure.”
He gives you a confused look. “I’ll text you about the slides?”
“Yeah,” you say quietly.
Once he’s gone, Sana leans in. “Nayeonnie, you look like you’re about to duel someone.”
“Leave,” Nayeon mutters.
Sana grins at you. “Good luck.”
Ten minutes in, Nayeon hasn’t said a word about statistics.
She’s aggressively highlighting a page that’s already fluorescent.
“Nayeon,” you say, closing your book. “Talk to me.”
“I am talking. Chapter five.”
“No. You’re sulking.”
Her pen stops mid-stroke.
“You looked happy,” she says softly. “With him.”
You blink.
“You don’t laugh like that when it’s just us.”
“That’s because when it’s just us, you’re interrogating my homework.”
Silence.
“And because I’m nervous,” you add, leaning forward. “I’m nervous because the smartest, prettiest girl on campus is sitting across from me and I’m trying not to embarrass myself.”
Nayeon freezes.
Her eyes lift slowly to yours.
“Prettiest?” she repeats.
You swallow. “Yeah.”
For a second, the sharp edges fall away.
She looks unsure.
“You don’t get nervous around him,” she says quietly.
“I don’t care what he thinks,” you answer.
That lands.
“You care what I think?” she asks.
“Yes.”
Her breath catches.
The confident, composed tutor is gone for a moment. In her place it’s just Nayeon.
A girl who stayed up until two for you.
A girl who dragged her friends to the library because she couldn’t stand watching you laugh with someone else.
The fluorescent lights hum above you.
Pages rustle somewhere behind the shelves.
Nayeon’s fingers tighten around her pen.
Then she straightens.
“We’re done for today,” she says, a little too briskly.
You blink. “We’ve barely—”
“You don’t need chapter five,” she cuts in. “You already understand it.”
That’s new.
You watch her close your textbook gently this time.
She avoids your eyes.
“I have somewhere to be anyway.”
“Oh?” you ask, trying not to sound disappointed.
Before she can answer, a familiar voice sings from behind the stacks.
“Actuallyyyyy, you both do.”
Sana appears like she’s been waiting for her cue, Momo right behind her, holding two iced coffees she absolutely did not buy for studying.
“We’re throwing a party tomorrow,” Sana announces, dropping into the chair Anton vacated earlier. “Girls only. Strictly. Mandatory attendance.”
Nayeon sighs. “It’s not mandatory.”
“It is,” Momo says firmly. “You’ve been insufferable all week.”
You choke on a laugh.
Nayeon shoots her a look. “I have not.”
Sana stands abruptly. “Party. Tomorrow. My apartment. Eight.”
Sana grins at you like she’s watching her favorite drama unfold. “You’re coming, right?”
You glance at Nayeon.
She’s already slinging her bag over her shoulder, posture straight, expression carefully neutral.
“Yes,” you say.
Her shoulders relax just a fraction.
“Good,” Sana chirps. “Wear something cute. It’s a celebration.”
“Of what?” you ask.
Momo smirks. “Of Nayeon finally admitting she has feelings.”
“I did not—”
“See you tomorrow!” Sana interrupts brightly, dragging Momo away before Nayeon can combust.
The library feels quiet again.
Too quiet.
Nayeon adjusts the strap on her bag.
“You don’t have to come,” she mutters.
“I want to.”
She hesitates.
“Then I’ll see you tomorrow,” she says, voice steadier than her eyes.
And when she walks away this time, it doesn’t feel like distance.
It feels like anticipation.
Sana’s apartment is warm, loud, glowing with fairy lights.
Music hums through the speakers.
Momo’s already eating.
Mina’s curled up on the couch judging everyone.
Jihyo is losing at a card game and insisting she’s not competitive.
You almost don’t recognize Nayeon at first.
She’s leaning against the kitchen counter, drink in hand, hair slightly looser than usual.
She sees you.
And forgets to hide it.
Her eyes travel.
You chose your outfit carefully.
Sana appears at your side immediately. “Oh she’s done for,” she whispers.
“Shut up,” you mutter.
Across the room, Nayeon downs the rest of her drink in one go.
“That’s her third,” Momo murmurs from somewhere near the fridge. “She doesn’t handle jealousy well.”
You swallow.
The party has shifted from loud to looser.
Someone started a game.
Someone else abandoned it.
Nayeon is sitting on the balcony steps, staring at the city lights.
You step outside.
It’s cooler. Quieter.
She glances up at you and her composure is gone.
“You came,” she says, like she wasn’t the one who invited you.
“You told me to.”
“I don’t tell you what to do.”
She lets out a quiet, tipsy laugh.
Her cheeks are flushed. Not just from alcohol.
“You look…” she starts, then stops.
“What?”
She squints at you like she’s trying to focus.
“Unfair.”
You sit beside her.
“Unfair how?”
“You shouldn’t be allowed to look like that,” she mutters. “Not when other people are around.”
Your heart kicks.
“That sounds possessive.”
She turns to you fully now.
“I am.”
No hesitation.
No sharp edges.
Just truth.
“You think I don’t notice?” she continues, words softer now. “The way people look at you? The way he looked at you?”
“He’s not here.”
“I know.” Her voice drops.
She insists, leaning closer. “I don’t like sharing.”
The alcohol has stripped away her careful phrasing.
“You don’t have to,” you say quietly.
Her eyes search yours like she’s checking if that’s real.
“You make me crazy,” she whispers. “I’ve never—” She exhales. “I don’t get jealous. I don’t compete. I don’t… feel like this.”
“Like what?”
“Like if someone else touches you, I’ll lose my mind.”
The air shifts.
The music inside fades into background noise.
“You won’t,” you murmur.
She leans in.
“Say it,” she says softly.
“Say what?”
“That you’re mine.”
Your breath catches.
“You’re drunk.”
“I am,” she agrees. “But I’ve wanted to say this for weeks.”
Her hand comes up—steadier than you expect—brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
“I like you,” she whispers. “Not academically. Not competitively. Not because I feel responsible for you.”
Her thumb lingers at your jaw.
“I like you in a way that makes me selfish.”
The honesty makes your chest ache.
“You don’t have to be selfish,” you say.
“Yes, I do.”
And then she kisses you.
It’s warm and a little desperate and tastes faintly like whatever Sana mixed in that drink.
Her hand slides to your waist.
Yours grips the fabric of her shirt.
She pulls back just enough to breathe.
“Tell me to stop,” she says, voice low now. Sober in a different way.
You don’t.
Instead, you kiss her again.
Her fingers tighten at your hip. Yours slide to her collar.
The balcony suddenly feels too public.
Too exposed.
Without breaking the kiss fully, she murmurs against your lips: “Inside.”
Hands still tangled.
When you step back into the apartment, Sana’s eyes widen instantly. “Oh,” she breathes.
Nayeon doesn’t look at them.
She takes your hand.
Leads you down the hallway. The bedroom door clicks shut. And the music outside keeps playing.
“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.” her voice is softer now, “But I didn’t think you’d…” she trails off, biting her lip “I didn’t think you’d kiss me back like that.”
Her eyes are searching for yours “Do you... regret it?”
She waits, fingers nervously twisting the hem of her shirt. “Because I don’t, I really don’t.”
The room is silent except for the distant throb of music from the living room.
“Say something,” she whispers hoarsely.
She looks so small right now.
You lean in, fingertips tracing her jaw “I’ve been wishing you’d do that.” Another soft kiss, just brushing against her lips “So I definitely don’t regret it.”
Her eyes flutter closed at your touch, a soft sigh escaping her lips.
When you pull back slightly, she chases the contact, pressing a quick kiss to your nose. “Good,” she breathes. “Because I want to do it again.”
She leans in and captures your lips in a deeper, slower kiss, her hands going to your waist as if to anchor herself.
She kisses you like she’s been starving for you, her tongue sliding along your bottom lip, asking for entrance.
You part your lips and she takes that as an invitation, her tongue sliding inside to tangle with yours.
She breaks the kiss to trail open-mouthed kisses down your jaw and neck.
She murmurs against your throat “You taste so good—how is that fair?”
Her fingers find the waistband of your jeans, thumb pressing warm circles against your hip.
A small sound escapes you as she nips at your collarbone, and her hands tighten on your waist.
“Is this okay?” she asks against your skin, breath hot.
Your soft moan answers her question better than words ever could.
Encouraged, she kisses lower, her lips brushing the neckline of your shirt.
You gasp as her fingertips graze the sensitive skin of your lower abdomen.
She smiles against your skin, clearly pleased with your reaction.
Her other hand comes up to tug at the hem of your shirt, trying to push it up to expose more of your stomach.
“Can I—?”
Your hands move to help her, pulling your shirt up and over your head in one swift motion.
She throws it aside without looking, her eyes immediately darkening as they rake over your bare torso.
She palms your stomach, her thumb brushing just below your bra line.
“So pretty—“
She leans down and presses a kiss to your cleavage, then another to your ribcage.
Her hands slide up your sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts through the thin fabric of your bra.
She looks up at you through her lashes, checking your expression.
“Nayeon—“ you breathe, voice shaky.
She smiles against your skin before nuzzling into it, leaving open-mouthed kisses on your collarbone and chest.
One of her hands moves up to cup your breast possessively through your bra. “Mmm?”
She starts to slowly massage your breast, her thumb circling your nipple through the fabric until it pebbles beneath her touch.
She leans back to watch your reaction, biting her lip at the sight of you arching into her hand.
Without warning, she dips her head and closes her mouth over your nipple, suckling gently through the fabric.
The wet fabric of your bra and the gentle suction of her mouth send shivers through you. Her free hand slips around your back to unhook your bra.
Your chest rises and falls rapidly, nipples hard and aching.
She licks her lips. “God, you’re so fucking pretty like this,”
She leans back in and takes one of your nipples into her mouth, suckling harder this time.
Her hand squeezes your other breast, thumb circling the nipple. She switches between each breast eagerly, marking them with hickeys.
She slowly leads you to sit down on bed, placing both of her arms on your side.
You gasp and whimper as she marks you up, your hands tangling in her hair to hold her close.
Her hands slide down to unbutton your jeans, pushing them and your underwear down together.
“Lift up,”
You follow her command, lifting your hips so she can slide your jeans and underwear down and off, leaving you completely bare before her.
“Holy shit,”
She pushes your thighs apart with gentle hands, settling between them.
She leans down, her breath hot against your inner thigh as she presses open-mouthed kisses there.
Her hands grip your thighs, spreading you wider as she makes her way up, teasingly close to where you’re already wet and aching.
“Spread wider for me,” she whispers, “Please.”
Her polite begging makes you melt.
You spread your legs wider, inviting her in completely.
She leans down and presses a chaste kiss right to your clit, then another to your folds.
You cry out, back arching off the bed.
Her tongue finds your clit, circling it lazily before sucking gently. She groans against you, the vibration making you see stars.
“So wet for me—“ she murmurs before diving back in.
Her tongue pushes inside you, fucking you slowly with it while her thumb rubs circles on your clit.
You babble nonsense, hips rolling against her face as she tongue-fucks you like a goddess.
She adds another finger, curling them to hit your g-spot perfectly.
Your legs start shaking like crazy.
She hooks them over her arms, spreading you obscenely wide.
“Look at you,”
“You’re fucking dripping, baby, so pretty when you’re getting eaten out.” she sucks your clit hard and you almost come right then. “Gonna make you come all over my face,”
Your hands fly to her hair, holding her in place as she eats you out like she’s starving for it.
Your thighs clamp around her head and she just groans and doubles down, three fingers pumping into you now, tongue never leaving your clit.
You scream her name, back arching off the bed as she curls her fingers inside you, rubbing that spot that makes your vision blur.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck—“ you chant.
“Come on my tongue, baby, I wanna taste you,” she says against your pussy, voice muffled and so fucking dirty.
It doesn’t take much more—she’s been hitting all the right spots for long enough.
You scream, back arching as you come hard against her mouth, soaking her face and fingers with your release.
She drinks you down greedily, licking through your orgasm until you’re trembling and shaking, legs threatening to give out.
She kisses your thigh softly. “Good girl.”
She kisses her way back up your body, settling beside you.
You can taste yourself on her lips when she kisses you sweetly, sharing your flavor with you.
Her hand strokes your sweat-damp hair. “You okay?” she asks softly, eyes searching yours.
Her shirt is still on, yours is off, and your panties are around your ankle.
Seeing your flushed face and disheveled state makes her smile softly.
She pulls back slightly to look at you, your breasts rising and falling rapidly.
“Want more?” she whispers teasingly.
You’re still catching your breath when she asks it.
Your limbs feel loose, heavy in the best way.
You let out a shaky laugh instead of answering.
“I think,” you murmur, voice wrecked and honest, “I need to rest.”
Nayeon’s teasing expression melts instantly.
“Oh, okay,” she says quietly. “We can rest.”
You nod, eyes drifting shut for a second.
She reaches for the blanket at the foot of the bed and pulls it over you both, tucking it around your shoulders like you’re something fragile.
Your head ends up against her chest.
Her heartbeat is still racing.
You crack one eye open.
There’s a corkboard above the dresser covered in polaroids.
Sana. In different outfits. Different hair colors. Making ridiculous poses. Holding snacks. Group shots. More Sana.
You lift your head slowly.
There’s a framed photo of Sana in a graduation cap on the nightstand.
Another one of Sana and Jihyo on the bookshelf.
You blink.
“Nayeon?”
“Hm?”
“Why is there a life-sized cutout of Sana in the corner?”
Silence.
Then Nayeon goes very, very still.
“Is this,” you start slowly, “Sana’s bedroom?”
A guilty pause.
“Maybe.”
You sit up.
“Nayeon.”
“She said we could use it!”
“She said that?”
“She winked. That counts.”
You stare at her.
Then you burst out laughing.
Nayeon rubs the back of her neck.
“She has better soundproofing,” she mutters defensively.
You collapse back onto the pillows, covering your face.
“I cannot believe our first time was under a wall of Sana selfies.”
“It’s not ideal,” Nayeon admits.
You peek at her.
She lies back down beside you, pulling you close again.
Your head settles under her chin.
Her fingers trace lazy patterns along your arm.
The music outside is still going. Someone laughs loudly in the living room. A glass clinks.
But in here, it’s quiet.
“You don’t regret it?” she asks again, barely above a whisper.
You tilt your head up to kiss her gently.
“No.”
She exhales like she’s been holding that breath all week.
“Good,” she murmurs.
And when you finally drift off for a few minutes, tangled up in her arms in Sana’s very purple bedroom, Nayeon doesn’t let go.
TWICE Nayeon x M Reader/OC
smut, fluff
8.3K words
<<Ch.1: Heaven Masterlist
“I’m telling you, chief, I know what I heard.” You argue with your chief editor over the phone. “They’re plotting something in the blue house and my gut’s telling me it isn’t good.”
“And I’m telling you we need hard evidence before we can publish something like that! We can’t just go off on murmurs heard through a door and gut feelings.”
“Chief, look at the country, he’s losing popularity. If they’re desperate to stay in power, they’re going to be open to using martia–”
“Don’t say it! Don’t!” your boss rubs the bridge of his nose. “You know that word is a heavy allegation, Jason. We can’t just throw it around.”
“I know that! But still, we need to report it! Or at the very least, let people know it’s possible!”
“Again, we need evidence. We know he’s desperate, but it’s not enough of a cause. It’s tangential at best” Your chief brings you back down to earth. “Listen. Calm down. When you do go back there for an assignment just be more attentive. Look and listen for actual evidence that we can use. For now, take a break. Go out. Touch some grass or something. Don’t you have somewhere to be?” You’re hit with a realization when he asks you that question.
“Oh shit!” You say as you look at your watch. “Thanks for reminding me, chief!” You say as you shut your laptop. You rush to your car and drive like a madman to MNet’s studio. You made someone a promise, and you intended to keep it.
You arrive just in the nick of time, making your way into the studio and being waved down by TWICE’s manager in order to follow them. After navigating a maze of different hallways, you’re finally brought to Nayeon’s waiting room. With a bouquet of flowers at hand, you can’t help but question why your heart is beating at a hundred kilometers per hour right now. It’s been a few months since the two of you have gotten back together, any more nervousness should be gone by now. Though, it is the first time you’re visiting her for a solo schedule, so maybe that is what’s gotten you so tense at the moment.
While waiting outside, you hear a few familiar voices laughing with Nayeon. It helps lighten your feelings a bit, knowing that a few friends were there with her. When you open the door, you see Nayeon sitting on the couch, resting from her initial recording. Beside her were Momo and Mina, visiting their Unnie during her second comeback promotions.
“Jay! You made it!” Nayeon screams in excitement when she sees you poke your head through the door. She dashes to you and locks you in a hug. “I almost thought you wouldn’t… and are those flowers?”
“Come on, I wasn’t going to miss your solo comeback. And yes, I didn’t want to come empty-handed.” You manage to reply while still being hugged by her. You turn your attention to the two Japanese women on the couch who were giggling to themselves. “Momo. Mina. Sorry I didn’t bring anything for you two, I didn’t know you’d be here.”
“It’s fine Jay.” Momo starts off. “You can make it up to us with coffee after this.” She jokes.
“Unnie!” Mina whines. “It’s really fine Jay. This was a spur of the moment surprise visit for Nayeon-unnie. No one else knew we were coming.” She explains.
Nayeon finally lets go of you after a few minutes and starts dragging you towards the couch. From behind, you catch a glimpse of her stage outfit. The only thought going through your head was ‘holy fucking shit’.
Nayeon always looks beautiful, and that alone is already an understatement. But the outfit she had on? Fucking has you going bonkers. Curly hair with a bandana headband? Cute! You love it when she gets to show off her hair. Low rise blue pants? Amazing! Let her show off her figure. But the top.
The fucking top.
You have no idea if it was made like that. Her stylists had a history of making outfits out of virtually anything. Towels. Bandanas. Inverting a one piece bathing suit. But right now, you didn’t care. You didn’t care if it was a modified body suit or a one-piece bikini. The only thing you care about is how it looks so fucking good on her. The cuts placed perfectly that they tease her beautiful midriff, accentuating her amazing figure, clinging so tightly that you have no choice but to admire her natural hour glass shape. You’re stuck in a trance by the outfit— by Nayeon, that even while sitting down your eyes were glued to her. You don’t know how long your attention was locked, but you’re snapped out of it when Momo hits your arm.
“Hey lover boy! You have all the time to focus on Unnie later, Mina just asked you a question.”
The three girls giggle when they see you flustered.
“OH! Sorry Mina. What was the question?”
She was mainly asking about how you got free time now, considering your lack of it back when you and Nayeon were first dating. You explained your promotion, how you got more free time, and how this particular moment was born from a mandatory break.
“Mandatory?” Momo asks. “They’re making you take a break?”
“Yeah. There’s just this story that’s been eating at me and the chief thinks some time away from the laptop would help me get a clearer picture.” You explain. “How about you two? How was the comeback in Japan with Sana?”
“Oh, it was great!” Momo replied.
“Yeah!” Mina chimed in. “A lot of work, but it was fun! We’re excited for the dome tours later this year.”
The four of you lost track of time. Momo and Mina had a bunch of stories from filming the music video in Milan, working with the Japanese producers, their own solo songs, and rehearsing for the tour. They even told you about Nayeon surprising them during one of the earlier dates.
“Did she now?” You joke as you look at Nayeon. She starts blushing when your eyes meet hers.
“Well we had some free time.” Nayeon explains. “Thought it would be a nice surprise for the three. Showing them support.”
“As thoughtful as always.” You blurt out. All four of you burst out in laughter.
“It’s nice seeing the two of you back together.” Mina says after laughing.
“Yeah. Nay and Jay finally reunited. You’re both so sweet I could barf.” Momo teases the two of you. You and Nayeon blush as she snuggles under your arm.
“So unnie…” Momo starts asking. “Do you have another recording or are you free for the day?”
“I have one more in… half an hour, I think? Then just waiting around for the live interview portions.” She says. “Do you want to get some food?”
While the three start making plans, you're suddenly reminded of a growing problem. Nayeon and her outfit had already done their damage, getting you worked up. You start adjusting your position, trying your best to hide your distraction. Fortunately for you, Nayeon notices. She gives Momo and Mina a look, one which the two seem to easily understand.
“Unnie, I need help with my make-up. Do you mind?” Momo suddenly exclaims as she starts dragging the make-up artist out of the waiting room.
“Unnie! I forgot something in the van. Can you help me get it?” Mina also shouts as she starts pulling their manager out of the room as well. She looks back at Nayeon first, checking if she’ll be fine. Nayeon gives a thumbs up and Mina leaves with the manager. It was a quick moment, but you can see the two Japanese ladies look back and give Nayeon a wink. Why that didn’t tip you off, you have no clue. All you know is that you’ve been left alone with Nayeon in an empty dressing room.
“What was that about?” You ask Nayeon.
“Oh just a little protocol the nine of us thought of during dire situations.” Nayeon says as she stands up. She slowly makes her way to the door, her hips swaying with every step. When she gets to the knob and presses the lock. The second you heard the click, your heart nearly dropped.
It all happened in a blur, but in a matter of moments Nayeon had you pinned against the wall, hands on your cheeks and lips crashing on each other. The kiss was torrid, passionate. Like something that was building up for the past hour or so. In a momentary break, she’s the first to speak.
“I knew this outfit would get to you.” Nayeon says with a mischievous smile, her hand slithering down and palming your erection through your pants.
“To be fair -mmph- you always turn me on.” You once again manage to joke during a very inappropriate time. “And the nine of you have a signal for when you need to clear a room for sex?”
“Mmhmm” She moans through the kiss to confirm. “Though we’ve rarely used it. Mostly for Dahyun and her boyfriend.”
“Wait, Dahyun has a— hmmph” She keeps you from asking with another kiss.
“Shhhh! That’s a story for another time. Right now there are more pressing matters to attend to.” She says as she rubs your dick through your pants.
“We can’t really have sex right now. Can we?”
“Off the table sadly. I have the one shot recording in… 25 minutes. I can’t mess up the outfit. Or my hair. The make-up? Maybe fifty-fifty.” Nayeon jokes. “You’ll have to settle for my mouth instead.” She says with a cheeky smile. She slowly sinks to her knees, getting a closer look at the painful bulge that’s tenting your jeans.
“Settle? Why are you saying it like it's a down grade?” You manage to blurt out as Nayeon starts undoing your pants. “I never have to settle with anything when it comes to you, Nay. Every single part of you is perfect.” She blushes from your compliment.
“You can stop acting sweet now. I’m already going to suck your dick.” She jokes.
Nayeon finally undoes your (ridiculously tight) jeans. seriously it’s 2024, do your blood vessels a favor and leave slim fit in 2015. She fishes out your shaft from the restraints of your underwear, finally giving you some reprieve.
“Jesus. You really like this outfit, don’t you? You look bigger than usual.”
“No I— You know what, okay yeah but can you blame me?”
“Nah, I get it. Even I feel a bit sexier than usual in this.” Nayeon says as she starts stroking you. “Though it really seems to work for you huh? Already throbbing after just barely touching you. But don’t worry. Let me make you feel better.” She says as she gives your tip a quick kiss.
Nayeon follows up the quick peck with a long, dragged out lick down and back up your shaft. She then started peppering your length with more quick kisses, covering your dick with the lipstick she was wearing.
“You might need a touch up after this.” You joke.
“Might?” She says with a mischievous smile. Her large hands wrapping around you again, pumping you agonizingly slowly. “When I’m done with you, I’m going to make sure I need it.”
While still pumping your length, Nayeon finally takes your tip into her mouth. She stops from taking any more, letting your tip rest between her lips while her tongue starts to work. You could feel her dart her tongue against you, then swirling it around your head. The sensation has you seeing stars, dragging you ever so close to your release, but she won’t be satisfied if this is what sets you off.
Nayeon halts the tongue play to your dismay, which only lasts for a second. She takes your tip in between her lips, forming a vacuum seal around your mushroom head before pausing just before the shaft. Suddenly, she takes the rest of your length in her mouth, a sudden movement that shocks you. She doesn’t bother wasting time, vigorously bobbing her head on your dick. You could feel your tip hit the back of her throat, possibly even going further. Along with that, you could feel her tongue dragging along the underside of your shaft. The warmth, the moistness, all of the sensations were mind numbing, pleasure overflowing. As much as you wanted to hold out and last as long as possible, you knew you didn’t have much time left.
“Nayeon… Nay, I’m— Oh fuck!”
Nayeon knows what that usually means, humming in victory knowing she was close to her goal. She takes your hands from your sides, guiding them towards her head. An illusion of letting you have control when in reality she held on to the power with a vice grip. Even if her pace was already relentless, she somehow found an even faster and unforgiving rhythm that had your knees getting weaker by the second. It takes only a few more bobs from her when you get past the point of no return.
“NAY! I’M CU—”
You’re unable to finish your thought as it devolves into a silent cry. Your mouth is left wide open with no sound escaping from it. Nayeon takes you in deep as you explode in her mouth. Your length throbs with every jet of your cum that gets shot directly into her throat. Sounds finally leave your mouth as grunts and moans start to fill the dressing room. Your grip on Nayeon’s head starts to tighten, but not enough to hurt her. With every string that shoots from your dick, you could feel your knees start to buckle. You’re using all your remaining strength to stay up right. Your breathing starts to get jagged, desperately sucking the air for more oxygen.
Nayeon slowly rises from her knees. When your faces meet, she flashes you her signature bunny smile, though her lips were still stained by a bit of your cum. With the little strength you have left, your hands reach for her cheeks before you crash your lips onto hers. In the frantic clash of your mouths, you end up tasting a bit of yourself and your release. It doesn’t bother you though, considering it was coming from Nayeon’s heart-shaped lips.
“Fuck me… You’re perfect. You know that right?” You say out of breath.
“Oh I know.” Nayeon says with her signature bunny smile. “And for the other thing… I think we could maybe make some time for that later.” You could hear her smirk.
“Oh, we’re definitely making time later.”
“Alright, alright. Get to your seat in the audience before we get carried away again. I’m gonna clean up a bit before I ask for a retouch.” Nayeon says as she pushes you out of the waiting room.
“I can wait for you after the show ends if you want. We can drive home together.”
“I’d love that, but I have to swing by the company first to pick some things up.” She replies while wiping her face clean of any evidence of your release. “You can go home ahead after my performance. Just wait up for me, okay?”
“Alright. I can pass by the drive through on the way back. Combo set 4?”
“You know me so well.” She says with a smirk that flashes her bunny teeth.
With that you head back to the audience area while Nayeon calls Momo, Mina and their managers back into the room. You can hear the three of them giggle when Nayeon asks for a touch up from their make-up artist.
Finding your seat was easy enough, though you had the help of the usher directing you to a VIP area. There were two empty seats beside you, but were quickly filled by Momo and Mina just before Nayeon started her performance. Your eyes met just as she walked on stage, making her blush a bit before switching to idol mode and interacting with the fans. When the music starts and she starts performing, you’re caught in a trance. Bewitched by her voice, her dance, her charisma, just by Nayeon in totality. You’ve already seen some clips of her performances, hell even from her solo debut with Pop. You know she performs with everything she has. This time, however, was different. Sure, the outfit that had you at a constant full mast helped, but there was something more. More than just seeing it live instead of on a small screen.
The idea that after all of her performances, all of her recordings and filmings, when she’s out of the idol light, Nayeon goes home to you. She chooses to be with you. And you choose to be with her. To hold her. Hug her. Make her feel safe and warm. Make her feel happy. Because when she feels happy, you do too. It’s the growth that the two years of separation allowed to blossom. Now that you’ve had a taste of the feeling, you never want to let go. You never want to lose it again.
All these thoughts cause your heart to flutter. You start to feel butterflies in your stomach. You’re too caught up in all of your emotions that you barely notice that her performance has finished. It takes Momo shaking you for you to snap out of it.
“Jay?” Momo says as she shakes your shoulder. “Are you good?”
“Huh?” You start coming to. “Uh yeah, yeah. I’m fine. It’s just seeing Nay perform live for the first time. It’s… something.” Your reply earns a smirk from the Japanese woman.
“Mhmm, sure.” She jokes. “We’re gonna go up the stage for a pic. Want to join?”
“Tempting, but going public on a random music show recording might not be the best. JYPE’s PR team might literally kill me.” You joke back.
“Good point.” She chuckles. “But at least let her know you’re going ahead okay?” She says as she grabs Mina’s hand and starts dragging her up the stage. This catches Nayeon’s attention, but Momo points towards your way first, directing Nayeon to you. You give her a big smile and a few claps before pointing towards the exit. She gives a big smile back along with a nod. Could the two of you have developed telepathy for each other? Maybe. Still, you both understood anyway.
As you left, Nayeon noticed Momo’s cheeky smile. “What’s gotten you acting all smiley on me?” She asks.
“Nothing, Unnie. Just a good feeling about the two of you this time around.” She says with a smirk before posing for the photo. As weird as it was, Nayeon didn’t think much about it, letting it slide to focus on the photo.
— — —
The drive back home usually doesn’t take long. Though, it was long enough for you to dwell on that feeling you had while watching Nayeon. She always looks happy when she performs. You saw it from afar or on the screen when the two of you were broken up, and now you get to see it up close and live while you’re together. You can’t help but feel there was something different. She could have been hiding the pain of the break-up during POP, but now she looks brighter. Lighter. Happier. Wearing a smile so bright and wide that it makes your heart flutter. Looking like she can take on the world and nobody can stop her. To be fair, there were a lot of changes compared to two years ago. Contract renewals, world tours, finished relationships. A lot could have contributed to this change. You just can’t pinpoint what. But, no matter how unsure you are about that, there is one thing you’re certain of.
You never want to lose Nayeon again.
The two years without her were brutal for you, yet somehow you managed not to reach out because of how happy she looked. Knowing what you know now, how much happier she is to be with you and as you are with her, you don’t want to mess that up again.
All these thoughts cloud your mind, nearly making you miss the drive-thru entrance. You promised her her favorite combo meal, can’t have her being disappointed when she gets home. Your mind clears up a bit while ordering the food, yet the thoughts still linger at the back of your brain. All your life you’ve always second guessed everything and everyone, even yourself. Though you haven’t stopped doing that, there is one thing that is as clear as day to you. And that is Nayeon.
— — —
It’s been an hour or two since you left the studio and got back home. You followed the rest of the broadcast while eating, lasting about an hour. With some time on your hands, and being forcibly unable to work on your story, you decide to work on those thoughts that got you excited. Surfing the web for jewelry as a guy is a bit awkward in itself, especially when you have no clue what you were looking for exactly. Still, you’re trusting your very indecisive gut with this decision, which in itself seems like shooting yourself in the foot.
You’re on the fourth website already, around thirteen products already bookmarked yet still no closer to making a definite decision, when you heard the main door open.
“I’m back!”
Nayeon shouts from the main entrance, shaking off her shoes before entering the apartment. You close the tabs in a rush and slam the laptop closed, probably even faster than when you were in your teens. You rush out of the room to meet her.
“Hey!” You exclaim while slipping through the door. “Got what you need from the company?”
“Uhhhh… Yeah.” She answers you, but definitely notices your vibe being off. “You okay? You’re not secretly working there, are you? Your chief is going to blow a gasket if he finds out.”
“Uh, no! Not working. Promise!” You try to make an excuse. “Just buying some new books. Your food’s in the microwave already. I can heat it up for you if you want?”
“You’re such a gentleman. How did I ever get so lucky getting you back in my life?” She jokes. Your mouth curls into a smile as a reply.
On a personal note, you think you’re the real lucky one here. Having Nayeon back in your life has been the best thing for you. As much as you want to blurt it out to her now, it would be better to save it for a later date. One where you really want to let her know how much she means to you.
After the microwave finishes heating up Nayeon’s food, you find yourself sitting across from her at the dining table. She’s scarfing down the burger and fries like she hasn’t eaten in days (After a packed schedule earlier, you think she’s earned it.). Even though she offers you some fries, you respectfully decline. You’re already getting full from just watching her eat anyway. Still, you can’t help but stare at her as she continues eating. She’s still in the same pants from earlier. Her hair’s become straight again. She’s replaced the top that had you going crazy awhile ago with an oversized shirt. Though, even without the top and the minimal make-up, she still looks amazing in your eyes, even as she takes a huge bite from the burger. It just clicks for you now. Even with the indecisive thoughts you were having earlier, you can focus on one.
Forever isn’t long enough, but you’ll happily take it with Nayeon.
“Are you sure you don’t want any?” Nayeon asks you again.
“I’ve already eaten, Nay. It’s fine.” You assure her. “Plus, I’m getting full already just from watching you eat.” You joke, earning a chuckle from her. “By the way, what did you need to get from the company?”
“Oh yeah!” She lights up just as she finishes her food. “Give me a minute! I’ll show it to you after I freshen up.” She says before racing to the bathroom. You chuckle to yourself as she somehow manages to escape dish duty again. After cleaning the table and putting the dishes away, you plop down on the couch as you wait for her to finish in the bathroom. In a moment, you hear the bathroom door creak open.
“Hey, are you done? I have to drop a massive du–”
You’re caught speechless before finishing the joke as Nayeon steps out from the bathroom. Gone was the oversized shirt she was wearing and revealed underneath was the top from earlier. The one she used during her performance. The one that had you going crazy. The one that had you stiff for over an hour.
“Still need to take a shit? Or can it wait?” She jokes back at you with a smirk.
“No… Uhhh… I was just…” You can’t think of another word, much less actually say anything coherent.
“Speechless huh? Just what I wanted.” Nayeon said as she made her way to you. Taking excruciatingly slow steps, each one accompanied by a purposeful sway of her hips.
“They… They let you keep it? The– the outfit?”
“Yeah. They had a few pieces of the same thing. I just asked if I could take one home. Or a few.” The last bit she said with a mischievous smirk.
“How– how many?”
“Six, including this one.”
“W-why?”
“Like I said.” She says as she straddles you on the couch. “From the moment I first saw the outfit, I knew it would have this effect on you.” She doesn’t touch you yet. Instead, she runs her hands over her own body. Touching the cloth and the exposed areas. Tracing her natural curves. “I knew it would get you all hot and bothered, raring to go like an animal in heat. I wasn’t going to pass on the chance to take one home. Imagine my surprise when they told me they had twelve at the ready.” She finally touches you, holding your cheeks. Keeping you in place knowing how badly you want to kiss her. “So I asked for half. Because I knew one wasn’t enough. That we would probably end up ruining more than two.” She leans in close, still holding your cheeks. Your warm breaths crash into each other’s skins. As badly as you want to, there’s something stopping you from reaching up and kissing her. It could be her weight pushing down on you, it could be something else. But then, her lips utter the words that lift the weight off of you, dismantling your self control.
“What are you waiting for? Let’s start ruining this one.”
Your hands shoot up from the couch, wrapping around Nayeon’s waist as you stand up with her in tow. A shriek escapes from her mouth before you muffle her with a torrid kiss. She smiles as your lips clash, her legs wrapping around your waist for support. She clings to your shoulders as you start making your way to the bedroom, kicking the door open.
“In a rush, are we?” She says in a momentary break from the kiss
“Still not fast enough.” You mutter before capturing her lips again.
You take another few steps before your shins hit the mattress, where you unceremoniously drop Nayeon. She laughs as she bounces on the bed, finding your sudden aggressiveness amusing. Your hands find the sides of her pants, tugging them down her legs and leaving her only in that sinful one-piece that drove you mad. You take a moment as you stand above her, her pants hanging on to your fingers before you drop them on the floor altogether. Your gaze travels up her body, from her legs, to her clothed torso, before locking with her eyes. She continues to smile as she waits for your next move. Though to be fair, you didn’t know what it was either.
You find yourself at a crossroads while staring at Nayeon. It was down to two choices. The first one, being the easy one, was just letting your horny ass go and fuck her right there and then. She knew what she was doing with the outfit. She knew how well it would work on you. She wants you to lose control. Honestly, you do too. But the second option. It seems more fitting.
You could easily give in to Nayeon’s whims. Fuck her silly and leave the two of you satisfied. But that isn't enough for you. You want— need to do more. You need to leave her more than satisfied. Leave her in a half-lidded blissful haze. You need it to fucking last.
So that’s what you choose to do.
With a thud, you drop to your knees in front of the bed. Nayeon sits up in confusion, but shrieks when you grab her thighs and pull her towards you on the edge of the bed.
“Jay? What are you— oh fuck!”
You pull the crotch of the one piece to one side before licking her folds up to her clit.
“You helped me out earlier.” You say as you pull away. “Now, it’s your turn.”
She doesn’t get to reply as you start eating her out. Your tongue flattens against her lower lips, splitting them apart and getting a taste of her inner walls. You do it over and over again, each lick going deeper than the last. At this point, Nayeon’s a moaning wreck. Every time your tongue makes contact she squirms under your hold. From her mouth, a mixture of moans, laughs, and expletives escape and fill your bedroom. Her hands can’t stay idle, darting from gripping the sheets in pleasure to entangling her fingers in your hair to pull you deeper into her and urge you to continue your actions.
This was a far cry from what she was expecting. Having you lose control and play directly into her whims. She didn’t expect to be the one squirming under the other’s touch. It’s too late to argue now, though. She found herself melting into your actions with every lick getting deeper into her center. She lets out a long and dragged out moan when you start to focus on her clit. You form a vacuum tight seal with your mouth around her nub, using your tongue to play with it. Your fingers replace your mouth with her folds, pumping and curling into her at an unforgiving pace.
At this point, you were rushing Nayeon to her peak. You did say you wanted to make it last, but that didn’t mean taking your sweet-ass time with her. You were still pent up. The goal now was to get her off once before you reach nirvana together. It seems that was within reach as well.
“Oh god, Jay! Right there— RIGHT THERE! Fuck I’m close, just like that! Just like that!”
There’s no stopping now. You continue working on her pussy, mouth still latched to her clit while your fingers keep pumping into her. Your lips and tongue apply enough pressure on her nub that has the volume of her moans increasing. Each time your fingers entered her were decisive, pushing deeper and deeper, rubbing her most sensitive spots. You knew she was at the very tip. Just one more push and goes past her breaking point. You pump into her deep while you focus on her clit again, curling your fingers at just the right angle, pressing on a spot that you know drives her crazy. The second you make contact and put pressure, the dam breaks.
Nayeon’s mouth drops into a silent cry, her body tenses up before bucking against you as you try to hold her down. She gives in to the intense pleasure. She starts gushing into your waiting mouth as you continue pumping your fingers into her. Her knuckles turn white from taking a handful of the sheets, before they shoot to your head and grab on to your hair. She continues grinding her folds against your face, pushing you deeper into her while trying to prolong her orgasm. You do your best to match her, your tongue flattening against and spreading her lower lips, capturing as much of her arousal as you can. The silent cry devolves into a chorus of moans and whimpers, along with your name and a few curses peppered throughout the ordeal.
After a minute, Nayeon starts to calm down. Her body stops bucking, melting into the soft mattress with only her chest rising and falling with every labored breath she takes. You pull away, your mouth and surrounding areas glistening with her slick. When you get to your feet, your gaze is attracted to her and the view she was presenting. Her eyes were half-lidded, mouth curled into a soft smile in a blissful haze. The rest of her body was nearly limp, needing her to exert more energy just to move her limbs. It takes a while but your gazes finally meet. Despite still swimming in the aftermath of her peak, the look she gives both raises your concern but also fucking turns you on. Her eyes were filled with anticipation. Watching your every move. Waiting for more. Wanting for more.
Fuck it.
For her, you’ll always have more.
Now you lose any and all sense of self control and crash your lips onto Nayeon’s, pressing all your weight on her as her limbs wrap and lock around you. Lips clash. Tongues breach and lap at each other. At the start of the night, you were the only one who was pent up and on the verge of going off. Now? Nayeon’s was just as pent up as you were, even after the orgasm you raced for her to experience. Both of you are hungry, desperate, and eager for each other. A bomb of sexual tensions that’s just about to burst.
You take matters into your hands, flipping your positions and pulling Nayeon on to your lap. Your lips never part, hands start migrating and travelling over each other's bodies. Her hands go from gripping your shoulders to running through your hair, gripping and tugging to match the kiss. Your hands start at her waist, digging under the fabric of her top and feeling her smooth skin underneath. You run your hands up, feeling her mounds in your grips. Your thumbs brush against her hardened peaks, straining against the fabric of her top. To rectify that, you pull down her collar, freeing her chest to be exposed to you and the environment. You pull away from her lips to her temporary dismay, only to be replaced by euphoria when you crane your neck down and latch on to her mounds. A symphony of moans and mewls flow out of her mouth. All incoherent and random. You could feel her start to lose control herself. Her hips grinding against your crotch, feeling the friction caused by your clothes. Suddenly, she manages to get a coherent thought in between moans.
“S-stop making m-me wait.” Nayeon says as she tugs on your shirt, pulling it off of you and over your head. “J-just fuck me already.” One of her hands slithers down to your crotch, desperately trying to pull down your zipper and undo the rest of your pants. The desperation she’s showing causes a smile to slowly form on your face.
“As you wish.” You say with a sly smile.
Nayeon shrieks as you spin the two of you again, pinning her against the mattress. You finish off what she started and discard the rest of your bottoms in one move, leaving yourself exposed to Nayeon while she still has the top on. You had no intention of taking it off of her… yet. As much as you loved how it looked on her, how much it clung to her body, how it contrasted against her pale skin, how it accentuated her amazing figure…
What were you thinking about again?
Oh yeah. You loved the top on her, but there were some parts that were probably going to get in the way.
But that can be easily rectified.
You grab the crotch of the one-piece. Without any warning or fanfare, you pull with all your might and rip the area apart. Nayeon gasps from the shock but ends up giggling.
“Didn’t even last the night.” She jokes.
“Why bother when we have extras.”
“Slow down there, pulitzer. We can’t run through all of them in one night.” Nayeon jokes as one of her hands slither down towards your crotch. Her fingers wrap around your shaft, slowly stroking your already hardening dick. “Though since you already ripped this one, how about we make sure this one’s undeniably ruined by the end of the night.” A sly grin forms on her face to match the one plastered on yours.
Fueled by her suggestive comment, you crash your lips onto hers once again in a fiery and passionate kiss. Tongues break into each other's mouths, clashing and lapping trying to gain the upperhand. In the heated moment, you take hold of your dick guiding it towards Nayeon’s entrance. The moment you make contact, you could feel her shudder for a second. When you find your tip nestled at her opening, you both pull away for a moment. With a knowing look from the both of you, you start pushing in. Nayeon bites her lower lip, trying to prevent a moan from escaping as you continue to press into her. When you feel yourself hilt into her, your tip pressing against the entrance of her womb, you pause and look at her. As much as you want to lose control once again and ravage the fuck out of her in that outfit, you’re wary not to hurt her. Wary not to push too far than what she wants. But the look that she gives you, the fucking fire and desperation in her eyes, it’s more than enough of permission. She wants this. She wants you. Stop second guessing this and yourself. Make good on doing what you set out to do tonight.
Fuck Nayeon and make her feel good.
With renewed confidence and consent, you start jackhammering into Nayeon at an unforgiving pace. With how pent up the two of you were, there was no point in trying to find any steady rhythm. No, your thrusts were erratic. Long, fast and deep strokes, each one repeatedly pushing your tip against her womb. The constant sensation causes her inner walls to start spasming around you, fluttering along with every one of your thrusts. It starts a passionate back and forth between the two of you. Your dick constantly pressing on and rubbing against her sensitive spots while her walls cling to your shaft every time you pull back. You continue your relentless venture, pushing you and Nayeon to the edge of your shared bliss. Every thrust brings you both closer to your shared climax. It won’t take long now, that you’re sure of. The question still hanging in the air was who was going to break first. This time, it was Nayeon.
Nayeon breaks away from the kiss as she is overpowered by her second orgasm of the night. Her moans and screams of pleasure escape into the open air, filling the room. She buries her face into the crook of your neck and clings to you even tighter. Her walls start contracting and spasming around your shaft. Her hips start moving on their own, grinding and bucking towards yours in an effort to prolong her high. All these sensations: her walls fluttering around you, her hips meeting your every thrust, her teeth sinking into the flesh of your shoulder, edges you closer and closer to your own release, until…
You grant her wish, letting go and flooding her insides with your cum with a final and deep thrust. Your dick pulsates with every shot of your release, painting her walls white. While you remain buried inside her, her hips and walls continue to act. Spasming around you. Bucking against you. Urging you to unload more. Desperately trying to milk you dry. Even when you're stationary, every time your shaft throbs inside of her it presses on her sensitive insides. A never ending cycle of prolonging your shared nirvana.
It takes a while, but the two of you finally start to calm down from your shared climax. Nayeon slowly becomes limp, her arms and legs loosening their vice grip on you. Her walls follow, slowing down their movements before stopping all together. You will the last of your remaining strength to your arms, trying to stop them from turning into jelly and letting you crash onto Nayeon. When the last of your release throbs out of your shaft, your arms finally give way as you fall on top of her. For a while, silence filled the room save for your labored pants. You buried your face into the crook of her neck as she stroked the back of your head. The two of you take your moment of reprieve. A few minutes to recover from your intense and passionate sprint. You start falling for the peace and quiet when Nayeon suddenly makes the next move.
In one swift and almost graceful movement, Nayeon spins the two of you around, effectively switching places. She straddles you while you find yourself on your back. Her hands with a vice grip around your wrists and pinning them into the mattress. Your mouth doesn’t get the chance to react as she crashes her lips onto yours. Despite the two of you both being on the edge earlier, you were clearly the one in control. Now? It's back to what she had originally planned. How she wanted the night to go. With her in control. She pulls away, finally letting you breathe again.
“You didn’t think I’d let it end like that did you?” She asks, her grip getting tighter. “The night’s still young, and we’re just getting started.” A cheeky grin forms on her face. All you could do was gulp.
— — —
The bright red glow of the digital clock on your nightstand read 2:25 AM. It’s been hours since Nayeon first got back home, and the two of you only finished your night of debauchery now. Nayeon had an arm draped across your chest. Despite being half asleep, she wore a satisfied smile on her face. You’re close to succumbing to the sandman’s wishes as well, though you’re still conscious enough to caress Nayeon’s head and hair, trying to help her sleep. As the night wore on, she had finally removed that sinful top that had the two of you going crazy, letting it hang on your desk chair. Your eyes remain glued to the piece of clothing, or what’s left of it in this case. It bore the battle scars from the night’s action. Each wear and tear having a story behind it.
The torn crotch you already knew about.
One of the shoulder straps had been ripped off from its stitches. That came about when you were pulling on it too hard while fucking Nayeon from behind. One particularly hard thrust had it snap, making her fall forward from the recoil. Safe to say, after a disgruntled look from her and you mouthing sorry, you went back to gripping her waist instead.
The stretched out flimsy fabric that did a horrible job at covering her midriff was the result of fucking her in front of the mirror. You had her up, legs hooked in your arms, back against your chest while standing up, both of you facing your reflections as you bounced her on your dick and continued your debauchery. While her hands were clinging to your head and neck, you needed to hold on to something for a better grip, which the fabric did a better job at compared to its actual purpose.
The huge tear at the chest part was a consequence of you losing patience once again. Nayeon had straddled you on the bed, riding you to her heart’s content while you sat up and kissed her. As your lips roamed downwards, from her cheeks, down to her neck and shoulders, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop her and finally take the top off of her for better access to her chest. So… You made the business decision of just ripping it down the middle, freeing her mounds and allowing you better access to them. Her head fell back and a moan escaped the moment you captured one of her nipples in your mouth.
There were countless other tears and rips on the top, probably all byproducts of the two of you getting caught in the heat of the moment. Still, each one gets ingrained in your memory. You use the memories as a way of surrendering to your slumber, but then Nayeon jolts you out of it.
“Hey…” she asks half-asleep.
“Yeah, Nay?”
“I have… one more music show appearance tomorrow before I get a two week break. I was thinking… we could get away for a while.”
“That sounds amazing. But are you sure the company won’t mind?”
“They won’t. Plus I know this little private rest house in Jeju. Very discreet. Far from tourists and other people. Just the right spot for us to have some time for ourselves.”
“Sounds like heaven.” You mutter as your eyelids start to get heavier.
“Just imagine… picking tangerines in the morning. Eating fresh seafood. Going on long walks as the sun sets.” Nayeon paints the images into your imagination.
“Mhmm” You manage to reply with some semblance of consciousness.
“Then at night, we can tire each other out like rabbits until daybreak. Fucking to our heart’s content. Ruin another one… maybe two of those tops.” That jolts you awake a bit one last time.
“Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for it. But I think we’re both too spent for another round tonight, Nayeon.” You say while patting her head. She flashes a mischievous smile before yielding.
“Well… Can’t blame a girl for trying.” She says as she brushes her hand against your half mast. “But yeah, I guess we’re both too tired at this point. So, are you down for that little two week vacation?”
“Two weeks alone with you? Fuck yeah.”
“Your chief won’t mind?”
“Yeah. He said it himself, I need a break. Besides, I need to clear my head anyway. No better way to do it than to do it with you.” You give her a kiss on her forehead.
With soft smiles on both of your faces, you and Nayeon fall asleep. Plans set for a two week reprieve from reality.
— — —
An impromptu semi-honeymoon. That’s how you would describe the two weeks you and Nayeon spent together after her solo promotions. You both make good on your promise. Acting all lovey dovey during the day and then fucking all night. Managed to ruin three more of those tops in the span of two weeks. All good things do have an end though, with everyone needed for another group comeback. Still, time ends up flying for the two of you, with the both of you about to celebrate your first Christmas together after two years apart. Well, after the group comeback schedule.
“Can you believe it? We really got Megan for the title track!” Nayeon shouts from the living room. The noise from the television almost matches the volume of her voice, but she still over powers it.
“It’s great Nay. I can’t believe you managed to hide it from me all these months.” You reply from the bedroom. While your girlfriend was getting settled on the couch for your regularly scheduled movie night, you took your time in the bedroom trying to find the perfect hiding place. Eventually, you settle on the sock drawer, making sure to cover up your surprise well with a stack of socks. You pull out the small box from your pocket, making sure you’re out of Nayeon’s sightline. Before finally keeping it, you open the box to take one last look at your secret. The engagement ring you bought for Nayeon. You can admit that for most of your life you always had doubts about everything. From your job to migrating back to your mother’s home country. You always second guessed your decisions. But with Nayeon, especially this second run, you’re certain about her. How letting go of her once was a big mistake. How you never want to lose her again.
You see your reflection on the gem, along with the future you envision with Nayeon. You get lost in all the possibilities until you start hearing sirens. You snap out of the trance before hiding the ring in your drawer, then following the source of the sound from your living room. You see Nayeon sitting up straight, mouth ajar in disbelief of what she is seeing and hearing from the news. When you finally look to your television, fear and anxiety suddenly fills you as you read the the flash report:
‘Breaking News: The President has declared Martial Law for national security reasons. He is accusing…’
You’re stunned. Unable to read the rest of the scrolling headline. Panic starts to drown your thoughts, yet somehow it’s overshadowed by all the possible worst-case scenarios that were playing in your brain. For Nayeon. For the country. It overwhelms you. You fail to make any coherent thoughts except the singular statement that slips through your lips.
I was wondering, if I could request a nayeon fic! could it be fluff?
Nayeon finally is back home from tour and all she wants to do is spend time with reader, reader pampers her to help her relax since the tour was so long. (Hopefully this is enough to help you get started!!)
thank you! btw I love your fics, your writing is amazing!! 🍓🧸
𓂃 ❤︎ the best welcome
pairings. im nayeon x fem!reader
synopsis. nayeon comes back home after a longg tour. she’s really tired and just wants to be with you. you help her relax by showering her your love, making her feel safe enough to finally fall asleep in your arms <3.
warns. none.
a/n. ive been on a writing block for a while LOL thank youuuu heudhidh <3
the world tour was an absolute stamina killer. spanning over a year of non-stop city-hopping, stadium shows, and exhausting long-haul flights, it left nayeon completely running on empty.
normally, she depends heavily on her regular gym and pilates sessions to keep her endurance up, but the brutal touring schedule made it impossible to maintain a routine. without that physical conditioning, she felt her physical strength slipping away as the months dragged on, making even her favorite high-energy choreographies like 'dance the night away' leave her out of breath on stage.
mentally, it was just as grueling. nayeon is famously a perfectionist who prides herself on giving 100% to the crowd every single night, so when her dropping stamina started showing in her performances, it tore her up inside.
during the second leg, she was dealing with a bad fatigue and just wasn’t feeling well overall, which led to a lot of quiet pressure and guilt. she noticed the fan comments online about her looking low-energy or subdued backstage, and it broke her heart that she couldnt match the explosive energy of the stadiums.
she relied entirely on her years of professional training to mask the burnout and protect the group's reputation, but behind the scenes, her body was screaming for a break.
the very second she crossed the threshold of your apartment, that suffocating weight vanished.
there were no cameras, no rotating 360 degree stages, and no pressure to be the bright, flawless center of an idol group.
she kicked off her worn out sneakers, let her heavy bags clatter to the floor, and immediately buried her face into your neck as soon as she greeted you.
holding onto you felt like plugging back into a power source.
she let out a long, trembling sigh as months of built up exhaustion, cramped flights, and stage stress finally began to melt away in the safety of your arms.
you guide nayeon over to the couch, and she drops into the deep cushions with a long, heavy sigh of relief.
she looks so small without the flashy stage outfits and the bright stadium lights. instead of sitting across from her, you slide right next to her, pulling her body flush against yours.
you pull a giant, soft fleece blanket over both of your laps, tucking her in close.
"i missed you so much," she mumbles, her voice sounding raspy from weeks of singing and shouting over loud arenas. she buries her face into your chest, her shoulders finally dropping.
"i missed you more, nayeon," you whisper into her hair. "apart from the seoul finale shows, you’re officially done with the whole tour. you worked so hard. you’re finally home now."
you gently place your hand under her chin, tilting her face up so you can look at her. she looks so tired, but her eyes are full of love.
you lean down and start peppering her entire face with soft, sweet kisses. you press a long kiss to her forehead, then move down to the tip of her nose, then her left cheek, and then her right cheek.
nayeon lets out a tired, little giggle. her famous bunny smile finally peeks out, breaking through all the stress she carried from the tour. "stop, it tickles," she whines softly, but she doesnt pull away at all. she nudges her face closer to yours, asking for more.
"never," you smile, kissing the corners of her mouth, then pressing a soft, lingering kiss right onto her lips. "i have months of missed kisses to make up for."
"mm, then don’t stop," she mumbles, her eyes fluttering shut as she melts completely against you.
you keep going, planting soft kisses along her jawline and temple, while your arms wrap tightly around her waist to hold her secure. between kisses, you speak softly against her skin. "you did so well on stage. i saw the clips. im so proud of you, but i’m glad you’re back."
"it was so hard this time," she admits quietly, wrapping her arms around your neck to pull you even closer. "my stamina was low, and i felt so bad for the fans. i just wanted to come home to you."
"i know, baby. you don’t have to be a perfect idol here, you can just rest," you tell her, kissing her forehead one more time.
nayeon lets out one last, deep sigh, all the tension leaving her muscles. she hides her face back into the crook of your neck, soaking in your warmth.
with your arms wrapped securely around her and your lips occasionally pressing soft kisses into her hair, her breathing slows down into a calm, steady rhythm, and she falls into a deep, peaceful sleep.
you pull the blanket up a bit higher to cover both of your shoulders. after spending so many months apart, having her right here makes the empty apartment finally feel normal again. you wrap your arms a bit tighter around her, resting your chin on top of her head.
there are no more time zone differences to figure out or short phone calls between her rehearsals. you plant one last quick kiss on her hair and let your own eyes close, drifting off to sleep right there on the couch with her.
i love your works so much <3 you're one of my fav writers
could i pretty pretty please request reader going to a party with her best friend and then getting kinda drunk and tipsy
but reader's best friend secretly has a crush on her an makes a move
reader's gf (nayeon) sees and super possessive and jealous and then yk the rest... 😉
thanks!! <3
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“Jealousy”
tw’s//jealousy, smut, slight fluff at the end, vibrator, dub-con, overstimulation, orgasm denial, slight humiliation, degradation, praise, dom!nayeon, sub!reader, implications of sexual harassment(?), fingering, pussy eating, squirting.//
"Another shot!" someone yelled over the music, and you laughed, grabbing the glass that was shoved into your hand. The liquid burned going down, but everything felt warm and fuzzy already, so what was one more?
"You're going to regret this tomorrow," your best friend teased, appearing at your side with their own drink.
"Tomorrow me's problem!" you declared, throwing an arm around their shoulders. "Tonight, we celebrate you!"
They laughed, their arm wrapping around your waist to steady you as you swayed slightly. "I'm glad you came. Wouldn't be the same without you."
"Wouldn't miss it for the world," you said, beaming up at them. "You're my best friend. My favorite person. Well—" you giggled, "—one of my favorite people."
"One of?" They raised an eyebrow, their hand still resting on your waist. "Who's the other?"
"Nayeon, obviously," you said, scanning the room until you spotted your girlfriend across the way, deep in conversation with some mutual friends. Even from here, she was stunning. "That's my baby."
"Right," your best friend said, their tone shifting slightly in a way your alcohol-soaked brain didn't quite catch. "Nayeon."
"She's amazing," you gushed, the drinks making you more talkative than usual. "Like, seriously, I'm so lucky. She's beautiful and sweet and—"
"I get it," they cut you off, something strange in their voice. "You really love her, huh?"
"So much," you confirmed, taking another sip of your drink. "She's perfect."
Your best friend was quiet for a moment, then pulled you closer. "You know what? Let's dance. It's my birthday and I want to dance with my favorite person."
You laughed as they dragged you toward the makeshift dance floor in the living room. The music was loud, the bass thumping through your chest as you moved together. Their hands found your hips, guiding your movements, and you were too drunk to think anything of it.
"You look really good tonight," they said, leaning close so you could hear them over the music.
"Thanks! Nayeon picked out this outfit," you replied cheerfully.
Their jaw tightened slightly. "Of course she did."
"What?"
"Nothing," they said quickly. "Just... you'd look good in anything."
You giggled, stumbling slightly. They caught you, pulling you against their chest. "Careful there."
"I'm okay," you assured them, though your head was definitely spinning now. "Just... maybe sat down too fast earlier. Or stood up. I don't remember."
"How much have you had to drink?" they asked, their hands still on your waist.
"Not that much," you lied. "I'm fine! Totally fine."
Across the room, Nayeon glanced over and felt her stomach drop. She watched as your best friend's hands slid from your waist to your lower back, watched as they pulled you closer than necessary, watched as they leaned down to whisper something in your ear that made you laugh.
"Excuse me," Nayeon said abruptly to the person she'd been talking to, her eyes never leaving you.
She started making her way across the room, but the crowd was thick, and she had to push through dancing bodies. By the time she got close enough to hear, her blood was already boiling.
"—so beautiful," your best friend was saying, their face close to yours. "You know that, right? You're incredible."
"You're sweet," you said, patting their chest affectionately. "You're gonna make someone really happy someday."
"What if I told you I already know who I want?" they asked, their voice low.
"Oh yeah? Who?" you asked, genuinely curious in your drunken state.
They didn't answer with words. Instead, they cupped your face with one hand, leaning in slowly. "Can I show you?"
Your eyes widened as their intent became clear, your alcohol-fogged brain finally catching up. "Wait—"
A hand clamped around your wrist, yanking you backward and away from your best friend's lips.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Nayeon's voice was deadly calm, but you could feel her shaking with rage.
Your best friend stepped back, hands raised. "Nayeon, I—"
"Don't," Nayeon snapped. "Don't you dare try to explain this away."
"We were just—"
"Just what? Just taking advantage of the fact that she's drunk?" Nayeon's grip on your wrist tightened. "Just trying to kiss MY girlfriend right in front of me?"
"Look, I've had feelings for her for a long time," your best friend said, their liquid courage apparently still in effect. "And I thought maybe—"
"You thought maybe what?" Nayeon stepped forward, positioning herself between you and them. "That she'd what? Leave me for you? That you had a chance?"
"Nayeon—" you started, your head spinning from more than just alcohol now.
"Not now, baby," she said, her voice softening just slightly when addressing you, but her eyes never left your best friend. "Did you really think I didn't notice? The way you look at her? The way you always find excuses to touch her?"
Your best friend's face flushed. "That's not—"
"I've been watching you all night," Nayeon continued, her voice dropping dangerously low. "Watching you ply her with drinks, watching you get her alone, watching you wait for the perfect moment to make your move. Did you think I'd just let it happen?"
"She deserves to know she has options," your best friend said defensively.
Nayeon laughed, but there was no humor in it. "Options? You think you're an option?" She turned to you, her expression fierce. "Baby, tell them. Tell them who you belong to."
Your head was spinning, but you managed, "You. I'm yours, Nayeon."
"That's right," Nayeon said, turning back to your best friend with a triumphant look. "And now we're leaving. Don't call her. Don't text her. Don't come near her again."
"You can't just—"
"Watch me." Nayeon's voice was ice. "Come on, baby. We're going home."
She kept her grip on your wrist as she grabbed your jacket and purse, practically dragging you toward the door. Behind you, you heard someone ask your best friend what happened, but you couldn't make out the response over the music.
The cool night air hit you as you stepped outside, and you stumbled on the steps. Nayeon caught you immediately, her anger giving way to concern for just a moment.
"Careful," she said, steadying you. "How much did you drink?"
"I don't know," you admitted, leaning against her. "I lost count."
Her jaw clenched again. "Of course you did. That's exactly what they wanted."
She helped you to the car, opening the passenger door and making sure you were settled before walking around to the driver's side. Once inside, she gripped the steering wheel so hard her knuckles went white.
"Nayeon, I swear I didn't know—" you started.
"I know," she cut you off, starting the car. "I know you didn't. You never do. You're too sweet, too trusting. You just see the best in everyone."
"I would never—"
"I KNOW," she said, louder this time, then took a deep breath. "I know you wouldn't. But they would. They tried to. And I..." She trailed off, her hands shaking slightly on the wheel.
You reached over, placing your hand on her thigh. "Baby, I'm yours. Only yours. You know that."
She glanced at you, her eyes softening for just a moment before hardening again. "Do I? Because it seems like everyone thinks they can just put their hands on you whenever they want."
"That's not fair—"
"Isn't it?" She pulled out of the parking spot a bit more aggressively than necessary. "Your 'best friend' has been in love with you for months and you never noticed. Never thought to mention to me that they were getting too close, too touchy."
"I didn't realize—"
"That's the problem!" Nayeon's voice rose. "You never realize. You're so oblivious to everyone else wanting you."
Tears pricked at your eyes. "I'm sorry."
She sighed, some of the anger draining out of her. "Don't cry. I'm not... I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at them. And I'm mad at myself for not saying something sooner. For not making it clearer that you're mine."
"I am yours," you insisted. "Completely."
"Yeah?" She glanced at you, something dark and possessive in her expression. "We'll see about that."
The rest of the drive was silent, tension thick in the air. When you finally arrived at your apartment, Nayeon was out of the car and at your door before you could even unbuckle, pulling you out with barely controlled urgency.
Inside, she locked the door behind you with a decisive click. You turned to face her, and the look in her eyes made your breath catch—jealousy, possessiveness, and raw need all mixed together.
"Nayeon—"
She was on you in seconds, backing you against the door as her lips crashed into yours. It wasn't gentle—it was consuming, demanding, claiming. Her tongue swept into your mouth as her hands gripped your hips hard enough to bruise.
When she finally pulled back, you were both breathing hard.
"Do you have any idea," she said, her voice rough, "how it felt to watch someone else try to kiss you? To touch you like they had any right to?"
"I'm sorry—"
"I don't want apologies," she interrupted, her hands sliding under your shirt. "I want you to understand. To really understand who you belong to."
She pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it aside, her eyes raking over you with an intensity that made you shiver. "You're mine. Every inch of you. And I'm going to make sure you never forget it."
Her lips found your neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. You gasped, your hands clutching at her shoulders as she worked her way down your collarbone.
"Say it," she demanded against your skin.
"I'm yours," you breathed.
"Again."
"I'm yours, Nayeon."
"That's right." She pulled back to look at you, her pupils blown wide with desire. "And by the time I'm done with you tonight, you won't be able to think of anything else."
She led you to the bedroom, her grip on your hand possessive and unyielding. Once there, she made quick work of the rest of your clothes while remaining fully dressed herself, the power dynamic clear.
"On the bed," she commanded, and you obeyed, your heart racing.
She disappeared into the closet, returning with items that made your eyes widen and your core clench with anticipation. The look in her eyes was predatory as she approached the bed.
"I'm going to use this," she said, holding up a toy, "and you're going to take it. You're going to be good for me and take everything I give you. Understand?"
You nodded, unable to form words.
"Use your words, baby."
"Yes," you managed. "I understand."
"Good girl." She climbed onto the bed, settling between your legs. "Now spread your legs wider. Let me see what's mine."
You complied, face flushing as she stared at you with undisguised hunger.
"Already so wet," she observed, running a finger through your folds. "Is this for me? Or were you thinking about your little friend?"
"You," you gasped. "Only you. Always you."
"Mm, that's what I thought." She circled your clit, applying just enough pressure to make you squirm. Tracing off to play with your folds "But I think I need to make sure you really understand."
She pressed the toy against your entrance, pushing in slowly. The stretch made you gasp, your back arching off the bed.
"That's it," Nayeon encouraged, her free hand pressing down on your hip to keep you in place. "Take it all. Every inch."
Once it was fully seated inside you, she turned it on, and the sudden vibration made you cry out.
"Nayeon!"
"Too much?" she asked, though the smirk on her face said she knew exactly what she was doing.
"No, I—please—"
"Please what? Please let you cum?" She increased the intensity, and you writhed beneath her. "I don't think so. Not yet."
She worked you up systematically, expertly, her eyes never leaving your face as she watched you fall apart. Just when you felt yourself getting close, she'd pull the toy out, turning it off and leaving you gasping and desperate.
"Not yet," she'd say, her voice maddeningly calm. "You cum when I say you can."
This happened again and again. She'd build you up, higher and higher, until you were trembling and begging, tears of frustration forming in your eyes. Then she'd stop, watching with dark satisfaction as you struggled to catch your breath.
"Please," you sobbed after the fourth time. "Please, Nayeon, I need—"
"What do you need, baby?" she asked, her fingers ghosting over your sensitive flesh. "Tell me."
“I need to cum," you begged. "Please let me cum. I'll do anything."
"Anything?" She considered this, her hand stilling. "Tell me again who you belong to."
"You!" you cried. "I belong to you, Nayeon. Only you. No one else. Please!"
"Who do you think about when you touch yourself?"
"You!"
"Who's the only one who gets to make you feel like this?"
"You! Only you!"
She seemed satisfied with this, leaning down to press a surprisingly gentle kiss to your lips. "That's my good girl. And since you asked so nicely..."
She replaced the toy with her mouth, and the sensation after being denied for so long was almost too much. Her tongue worked expertly, licking and sucking at your pussy while her fingers pushed inside you, curling to hit that perfect spot.
"Oh god, oh god, Nayeon—" Your hands fisted in her hair as the pressure finally, finally built to its peak. "I'm gonna—"
"That's it," she murmured against you. "cum for me. Let me taste it."
You shattered with a broken cry, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over you. But Nayeon didn't stop. Her mouth and fingers kept working, prolonging your orgasm until you were oversensitive and squirming.
"Too much," you gasped, trying to push her head away.
She looked up at you, her lips glistening. "Oh no, baby. We're not done. Not even close. I told you I was going to make sure you remember."
She sat up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before positioning herself between your legs again. "You're going to cum for me again. And again. Until you can't remember your own name, only mine."
True to her word, she started again, using just her fingers this time. Two slid inside you easily, your body still sensitive from the first orgasm. She set a relentless pace, her thumb circling your clit while her fingers hit that spot inside you that made you see stars.
"Nayeon, wait—" you gasped, but your body was already building toward another peak.
"No waiting," she said firmly. "Give me another one."
It hit you harder than the first, your back arching completely off the bed as you screamed her name. But she still didn't stop. If anything, she increased her pace, adding a third finger and stretching you deliciously.
"One more," she coaxed. "I know you can give me one more."
"I can't," you sobbed, tears streaming down your face from the overwhelming sensation. "Nayeon, I can't—"
"Yes, you can," she insisted, her voice both demanding and encouraging. "You can and you will. cum for me again, baby. Show me how good I make you feel."
Your body obeyed even as your mind reeled, another orgasm tearing through you with an intensity that left you shaking. And still, she continued.
"Beautiful," Nayeon murmured, watching you fall apart beneath her. "So fucking beautiful when you cum for me."
She brought you to climax three more times, each one more intense than the last, until you were a trembling, sobbing mess, begging incoherently for both more and mercy simultaneously.
"One more," she said, though her own voice was strained now, affected by watching you come undone. "Just one more, baby. The biggest one. Can you do that for me?"
"Nayeon, please—" You didn't even know what you were begging for anymore.
She leaned down, her lips brushing your ear. "Finish for me one more time, and I'll take care of you. I promise."
Her fingers worked inside you while her thumb pressed firmly against your clit, and despite thinking you had nothing left to give, your body proved you wrong. The final orgasm hit you like a freight train, so intense that you actually screamed—squirted even—your vision going white as pleasure bordering on pain consumed you.
When you finally came back to yourself, you were limp and sobbing, your whole body trembling with aftershocks. Nayeon had pulled her fingers out and was crawling up to lie beside you, gathering you into her arms, her hole hand drenched along with the sheets of her bed.
"Shh, it's okay," she murmured, pressing gentle kisses to your tear-stained face. "You did so well, baby. So perfect for me."
You couldn't form words, couldn't do anything but shake and cry as she held you, her touches now soothing rather than demanding. She pulled the blanket over both of you, wrapping you in warmth as she stroked your hair.
"Mine," she whispered into your hair. "All mine. No one else gets to touch you like this. No one else gets to make you feel like this."
"Yours," you managed to whisper back, snuggling into her embrace despite your exhaustion. "Always yours. Only yours."
She held you tighter, her possessive grip never loosening even as she placed gentle kisses on your forehead. "That's right. And don't you ever forget it."
You fell asleep in her arms, thoroughly claimed and utterly exhausted, her name still on your lips.
Morning came too soon. You woke to sunlight streaming through the curtains and a body that ached in ways you'd never experienced before. Every muscle protested as you tried to move, and you let out an involuntary whimper.
Nayeon was immediately alert beside you, her arm tightening around your waist. "Hey, easy. Don't move too fast."
"I feel like I got hit by a truck," you croaked, your voice hoarse from screaming her name all night.
She had the grace to look slightly sheepish. "I may have gone a bit overboard."
"A bit?" You turned your head to look at her, wincing at the movement. "Nayeon, I can't feel my legs."
summary. momo runs a company by day and ruins nayeon by night.
from jenn. thank you for the sweet message, twin 💋
Momo: you free?
Momo: i’m staring at a quarterly projection and all i can think about is how much i miss your pussy :(
Nayeon stared at her phone, the blue light reflecting in her tired eyes. She was sitting in her home office, surrounded by marketing mock-ups and half-empty coffee cups.
Nayeon: is that the ceo talking or the pervert who hoards my lace?
Nayeon: because the ceo owes me a drink first
Momo: the ceo is tired
Momo: and i don’t owe you a drink, nayeon. i owe you the 3 orgasms you didn’t get to finish last friday because your uber arrived early
Momo: get over here. bring the black set
Nayeon felt a sharp pull in her lower stomach. Momo was always like this when she was stressed—efficient, demanding. There were no ‘How was your day?’ texts. There were no ‘I missed you’ lies. Just the raw need from each other.
Rule #1: No strings
Rule #2: No talking about “what this is”
Rule #3: If one of us starts dating someone seriously, this ends
Rule #4: Never say “i love you”
Nayeon: omw and don’t think i’m doing this because you told me to
Nayeon: i’m doing it because my vibrator is out of batteries and you’re a better substitute
Momo: cute. leave the attitude at the door
Twenty minutes later, the elevator dinked at the penthouse level.
Nayeon didn’t even knock; she had the code. The apartment was dim, the only light coming from the windows overlooking the city.
Momo was sitting at the kitchen island, a glass of dark scotch in one hand and a tablet in the other. She didn’t look up when Nayeon entered. She was still in her work clothes—a crisp blue button-up with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, exposing the pale lines of her forearms. Her hair was messy, as if she’d been running her hands through it for hours.
“You’re late,” Momo murmured. Nayeon dropped her coat on the sofa, her heels clicking against the tiles. She walked over, standing directly in Momo’s space, the scent of her own perfume mixing with the sharp, expensive aroma of Momo’s.
“Traffic,” Nayeon lied, leaning over the island to look at Momo’s screen. “Still working?”
Momo finally looked up. She reached out, her hand wrapping firmly around Nayeon’s throat—not to choke, but to claim. She pulled her closer until their noses were brushing.
“I’m done working. Now, I’m just looking for a way to sleep.” Momo whispered, her thumb tracing Nayeon’s lower lip.
She slid her hand down Nayeon’s front, her palm against her waist before dipping lower, hooking into the waistband of Nayeon’s jeans.
“Did you wear the black set?” Momo asked, her gaze dropping to Nayeon’s chest.
“Maybe,” Nayeon teased, her breath hitching as Momo’s fingers began to tug.
“Don’t play games with me tonight, Nayeon,” Momo warned, her voice thick with that repressed corporate stress. “I’ve had a ten-hour day of people telling me ‘No’ You’re the only person in this city who’s going to say ‘Yes’ for the next three hours. Am I clear?”
Nayeon didn’t answer with words. She just leaned in and bit Momo’s lower lip, hard enough to leave a mark.
Momo sets her glass of scotch down on the marble counter with a heavy clink, the liquid swirling dangerously near the edge. “The black set,” Momo repeated.
Her hands moved to the button of Nayeon’s jeans, popping it with a flick of her wrist. “I want to see it. I’ve been staring at spreadsheets for nine hours, and the only projection I care about right now is how you look underneath these.”
“So demanding,” Nayeon breathed, her fingers tangling in the messy strands of Momo’s hair, “Is this how you talk to your board of directors?”
“I don’t fuck my board of directors,” Momo muttered, her fingers tugging the denim down Nayeon’s hips with an efficient, ruthless speed. “And they don’t look like this.”
As the jeans hit the floor, Momo’s breath hitched. There it was—the black lace, thin and intricate.
She steps back to look at Nayeon, her eyes darkening with desire as she takes in the sight of her. “Fuck, you look good in this…” She murmurs, her voice low and husky.
Momo reached out and swept the tablet and the scattered reports off the marble kitchen island with a single, ruthless motion. She grabbed Nayeon’s waist and hoisted her up onto the cold stone, the contrast making Nayeon let out a sharp, jagged gasp.
“Momo—the marble is freezing,” Nayeon breathed, her legs automatically hooking around Momo’s waist.
“I’ll warm you up,” Momo rasped, stepping into the space between Nayeon’s thighs, her blue button-up wrinkling as Nayeon’s hands found the hem, tugging it out of her slacks.
Momo was breathing Nayeon in like she was oxygen and the penthouse had been a vacuum. Her hand slid up Nayeon’s thigh, hooking into the edge of the black lace panties and pulling them aside.
“You’re so wet for me, Im,” Momo whispered against her skin, her fingers already finding the center of the mess. “Did you think about this the whole way up the elevator? Or was it earlier, when I told you exactly what I owed you?”
Nayeon threw her head back, her fingers digging into the muscles of Momo’s shoulders. “I thought about... how much I hate your attitude,” she managed to moan, her hips jerking forward as Momo slid two fingers deep inside her.
“Liar,” Momo cooed, her pace suddenly doubling. “You love it.”
Momo started to work her fingers in a slow, torturous curl, hitting that one spot that made Nayeon’s toes curl and her vision white out.
Momo watched her—watched the way Nayeon’s eyes rolled back, the way her perfectly manicured nails ruined the starch in Momo’s expensive shirt.
“Speak to me, Nayeon,” Momo commanded, “Tell me how much better this is than that vibrator you mentioned.”
Nayeon’s back arched so hard. A broken, high-pitched sob escaped her—the kind of sound she’d never make in a marketing meeting. Her hands moved from Momo’s shoulders to her hair, pulling, desperate for friction.
“It’s... f-fuck... Momo, please,” Nayeon stuttered, her heels drumming a frantic rhythm against the cabinets. “It’s better. You’re better. Just... don’t stop.”
“I have no intention of stopping,” Momo whispered, leaning in to lick a stray tear off Nayeon’s cheek. “We still have two more orgasms to account for from Friday. I’m a very thorough CEO, Nayeon. I don’t like leaving debts unpaid.”
(The both of you go on a small trip together to celebrate Nayeon’s Birthday and having some quality time. Like always, this leads to a bit of fun and some fluff.)
You're taking a few days off to Jeju island with your girlfriend, Nayeon, for her birthday. She's been hinting at visiting the island for the past few weeks to take the first, and luckily, you caught on and reserved a short trip with her.
During the first two days, both of you enjoyed some sightseeing around the island. That night after the second day, you and Nayeon enjoy dinner at the house. You both enjoy some barbecue and beers to celebrate her early birthday.
“I love spending time with you alone, babe.”
“Yes, it’s been a while since we spent some time outside.”
Nayeon shyly presses her chest against your arm and says, “How about having some fun together?”
“What did you have in mind?”
She gives you a small smirk, “you know…”
“You mean…”
“Yeah… I even brought a small surprise that I think you’ll like.” She continues to press her chest against your arm and can feel your dick waking up from its nap. She looks down and sees a small bulge. “Our little friend here seems to have woken up,” and she presses her hand on it.
“You're being proactive today,” as you caress your hand under her chin.
“It's just that we're here alone. There's no one to bother us,” as she continues to stroke her hand on your bulge. She can see your member slowly wake up, “Wait here. I'll be right back.”
You get up, put the dishes away in the sink, and clean the tables down when you hear Nayeon shout from the upstairs room, “Can you come up here?”
You’re mid-way to the hallway when you see Nayeon, and your jaw drops. “What do you think? Do you like it?”
In front of you is Nayeon, wearing a white bunny costume. The outfit leaves little to the imagination: a one-piece suit with a bunny tail and an earpiece. Nayeon turns around, shows you her nice thighs, and shakes her small butt. She tells you to come over using her finger, and you drop the towel on the floor and rush upstairs.
Nayeon runs towards the master suite, yelling because you are chasing her. You climb onto the bed to get to the other side, but Nayeon stops you. She places a finger on your lips, “It’s my birthday, so I want to unwrap my present that’s hiding under those pants.” She bites her lip, teasing you. No other words are needed as you start to take off your shirt and then your pants, leaving you in boxers.
You’re now sitting on the corner of the bed with Nayeon sitting on your lap. She kisses you, twisting her long tongue throughout your mouth, even sucking on it. You grab her hips, smacking her ass which makes her yelp. She pushes you down and begins to grind on you. “Do you like that? Do you like it when I dry hump you?”
Your cock is starting to pitch a tent under your boxers, and Nayeon sees it, “You’re going to be mine tonight.”
”Yes, I’m all yours.”
”How does it feel not being the one in charge?”
”Hot. I love it when Noona rides me,” teasing her.
”Hey, who told you to call me that?”
“Just want to tease you.”
“You’re making me feel old.”
”How does it feel fucking someone younger?”
”I’m not old; we’re only a few months apart.”
”Haha, you’re still older.”
“Shut up,” and Nayeon pushes you down, attacking you by bitting your shoulder with her bunny teeth. She lifts her head and looks at you before going back and nibbling on your shoulder.
After a while, she sticks out her tongue and licks where she just bit you. When she's done, you get up and see the area where she but you are completely red and wet from her drool.
“You left me a mark.”
“Didn't give me much of a choice; you were making fun of me and calling me old.”
“Sorry, baby.”
“Just don't do it again, and I won't bite you.” You nod, agreeing with her. She then starts to ride you again with her thin fabric rubbing against your groin.
Nayeon looks at you with hungry eyes and bites her lip, “I'm going to eat that carrot of yours right up,” and moves the fabric that's covering her cunt. You see a thick amount of nectar drip and cover your stomach. She moves your pants and places your cock between her wet lower lips. Nayeon slowly rides you, her pussy lips coating cock with her nectar, “How does my pussy feel? Do you like it?”
“Yes, it feels so good; it wraps around me so perfectly.”
Nayeon smiles at your compliment and puts more of her weight on your cock. You place your hands on her ass cheeks and give them a good grab.
She continues to tease you for a few more minutes until she feels your cock throbbing. “Oh no, you can't now.”
She lifts herself up and grabs your cock with my hand, and aligns herself to her entrance. You watch as she traces her folds with your cock before penetrating herself.
“Oh fuck… you're so big, I missed this feeling,” as the tip of your dick spreads her pussy open. She tries to adjust herself to your length, but you can't wait any longer. You grab her by the hips and pull her down, impaling her with your large cock.
“Ah fuck!” Nayeon’s whole body spasms; her cunt clenches on your cock as she has her orgasm. You see her body shake violently, squirting you with love juice. Nayeon drops her body onto you as you hold her tight in your arms.
You don’t give her a chance to rest as you begin to thrust inside of her. “Babe, I’m still sensitive, wait…” she whines out loud. She places her hands on your abs and tightens her thighs around your waist as you fuck her. “Fuck… you’re tightening your walls.”
”Ahh…ahh…just like that… keep on going.”
It doesn’t take too long for you to reach your peak, “I’m going to cum, Nayeon noona.”
”I told you not to call me noona!” Nayeon tightens her walls, gripping your cock to the point of no return, “where should I…”
“Inside, breed me like a bunny!”
“If that's the case, then take it all!”
You feel the hotness in your core disperse as you flood Nayeon with a large wave of thick cum. She arches her back, feeling your baby batter invade her hungry womb. The more you pump your cum inside her, the more her walls milk you.
“Fill me up, mark this bunny pussy as yours, and let's have some bunnies,” as she digs her nails into your chest.
After having her womb filled with your cum she slips off your cock and onto the bed, rubbing her face on your chest. The two of you enjoy your time together before cleaning up and getting ready for bed.
Coming out of the bathroom, she jumps onto the bed, “You filled me so much that I had a hard time cleaning up.”
“You told me to do it inside, so I did, haha.”
“I noticed you came more than usual. Did me telling you about making some bunnies turn you on?”
You try to hide your expression, and you can see her smiling. “Haha, you do! Hahaha.” She rubs her face on the pillow and turns to face the opposite side of you, imagining the idea of having children with you.
You lie on your side, embarrassed, and cover yourself with a blanket. After a few minutes, you feel a tap on your shoulder, “I wouldn't mind having your children, maybe sometime in the near future. As for right now, we can try having all the sex we want; I'll even let you put your cock inside me whIle we sleep” teasing you. She pulls her shorts down and spreads her cheeks, giving you a view, and sticks her butt out.
“Do you want to put it in?”
You don't even need to respond as you take off your own shorts, grabbing your flaccid cock and pulling Nayeon closer to you. With one hand, you spread her cheeks a bit more and insert your cock inside her.
She wiggles her butt and moans as she feels your cock, “Hmm… it’s not even hard, but it’s reaching deep inside.” Nayeon continues to grind her butt on your pelvis, making you hard and feeling you grow inside of her.
“Ahh…so big.”
She places her hand on her belly and rubs the small bulge on her pelvis, “You’re so big that it wants to poke out.” The two of you slowly fall asleep, embracing each other throughout the night.
༯ synopsis : nayeon doesn’t want to take a bath . . .
༯ warnings : hybrid , smut , soft sex , bath sex , fingering , nipple play / light stimulation , soft overstimulation , bunny nayeon , bottom! nayeon , top reader
༯ word count : 2.1k
“Nayeon~”
The bunny perked, ears lifting lazily as she turned her head from her spot on the couch - hand hesitating over her ipad. She paused, setting the device down and turning on the couch and-… her ears lowered back again when she saw you. “Yes?”
You gently smiled, hands resting on her head and rubbing softly. “What’re you doing? Anything time consuming?”
“Jus’ playing games…” Nayeon murmured, bunny ear lazily flopping against your hand in response to the gentle pets. “…why?”
“Well, today is Friday.”
Nayeon blinked. “…yeah?”
“It’s your grooming d—“
“Noooo…!!!!” Whined the bunny immediately, beginning to thrash about to move away. You quickly grabbed her, hoisting her up with an awkward oomph that made Nayeon’s expression sour.
“Yah, i’m not that heavy.”
“No, but you are feisty.”
Your hands slipped; one holding her waist and the other holding her legs as she laid with her body half over your shoulders- whining and wagging her fluffy tail agitatedly. “Y/nnnn~ I don’t need to be cleaned…! I’m a clean girl!”
“You don’t groom properly,” You huff, patting her butt. “Up we go.”
Nayeon’s whines filled the dorm, causing a few others to peek out of their rooms. Yoo Jeongyeon being one that outwardly snickered. “Haha, you have to get a bath~”
“Shove it, mutt!” Huffed Nayeon, tiny tail shifting as she stuck her tongue out.
“Good luck, Y/n!” Resident bear hybrid Park Jihyo called as you rounded into the bathroom. “She’s a scratcher!”
You swiftly shut the door, listening to the faint giggles before locking it and guarding it softly, sitting Nayeon on the sink and holding out a hand. “Clothes.”
“Y/n-“
“Clothes.”
She huffed, begrudgingly reaching and pulling off her shirt — droopy blonde bunny ears flopping back against her head with soft smacks. Then her hands trailed back to her bra and unclipped it, passing that along too. You began to wordlessly fold the clothes, fighting to keep your attention from the woman in front of you.
Of course, that was hard, as not only was Nayeon getting undressed, but she was also huffing and puffing. It was very very adorable to witness.
Finally, once all her clothes were removed, Nayeon crossed her arms and pouted — her bottom lip jutting out in a cute display of annoyance. “Get your butt in the tub,” You chuckled. “I already drew the bath a bit ago, it’s still nice and warm.”
“Mm.” The blonde grumbled, sounding like an angry toddler as she walked over and begrudgingly stepped into the tub; soapy water coming up to just barely hide her chest as she sunk down in. “This is so stupid.”
“Such a complainer~”
Nayeon spared you an eye roll.
You padded over and affectionately smiled toward her, grabbing a stool and sitting down as you lifted a tiny cup and began to gently run the warm water over her sensitive ears. Nayeon whimpered instantly, her agitation and overall bad-girl attitude disappearing the moment the water hit her head.
It wasn’t the water Nayeon hated, but rather the sensitivity of her ears. And that always made her…well—
“Too hot?” Your voice came, low and softly as you ran the water down her back before moving back up to her ears.
Nayeon shook her hand, thighs pressing together as she pulled them up to her chest and silently pressed her face into their backs. Your hands came next, gently reaching up and caressing the soft fur of her ears— rubbing over hypersensitive areas and working her up to the point of a sweet flush on her features.
“Y/n…”
“Yes?” You’d whisper back, deeming her ears and hair wet enough to move on to wetting the tops of her shoulders and bit of her back that was above the water.
The older woman gave a soft shiver. “…I-“ Her cheeks puffed and she looked away. “…guess this isn’t so bad.”
Adorable.
“See?” You chuckled. “I knew you could be a good girl for me.”
Nayeon flushed further, ears gently lowering. “…’m always a good girl…”
“Oh? Are you?”
The noise of soap being squirted into your palm made Nayeon squeeze her eyes shut. The shampoo you used was a pet brand, but was scented with sweet lavender. It smelled like you, and Nayeon half wondered if maybe you used the same kind.
Whatever, it didn’t matter.
The bunny just appreciated your scent.
Rub, squeeze, repeat.
You combed through her hair with your fingers, easing the soap around and taking extra care to trace the lengths of her ears — making a desperate heat pool to Nayeon’s core as she shyly sat there, letting you take your time and make sure she was all properly cleaned and groomed well.
“…feels good.”
You smiled at that. “I can tell.”
“Mph.” Nayeon glanced away, before slowly moving her legs to stretch back out, so she could lay her head back more. You grabbed the cup from before and filled it with water, slowly easing it over her head and against her ears— draining the soap away. Yet Nayeon…- didn’t want to leave the bath.
She nibbled on her lip the moment you started to clean up. “Wait.”
You paused, glancing over.
“Can you…” A gulp. “Wash my body too?”
A heavy flush. Your cheeks had grown ten times hotter, and you swallowed pretty thickly, adjusting yourself before whispering back. “… are you sure?”
“Yes.”
Her reply was instant and it made her shy away, gently— leaning back to expose the tops of her breasts in the water. Your eyes snapped down, a thick swallow following at their pale skin— the slope so perfectly carved and topped with two rosy-hued nipples, already begging for your attention.
“…right,” You pulled your hands with some soap, and gently eased in a manner where her body was in better display before — your palms met her sensitive chest, rolling it around slowly and squeezing to work her up.
Nayeon’s moans we’re soft but instant, eyes shutting as her head lolled back. “Mn…Y/n…”
She let out a soft gasp that you were sure you’d imagined the second your thumb slipped over a needy tip— her chest straining more for your love and care. Delicate and languid strokes left her shaking in the tub, thighs rubbed together and moans falling with more passion as your hands kept their ministration up— teasing her to the brink of it all with sweet flicks and h gentle tugs.
“P-Please,” Nayeon had whispered after she endured the torturous pleasure for long enough. “Need you…”
“…” Silently, your dominant hand traveled down, parting her thighs and— you ducked in a breath. Even despite the water you could feel her wet arousal, warm and needy— coating your fingers already. “…fuck.”
Nayeon whined in embarrassment and excitement, gently turning and nuzzling her head into your neck as your middle finger traced her slit and dipped in, caressing her folds precisely. The older girl was left trembling.
Especially when those expert fingers danced up to her eagerly puffed clit, begging— no, screaming to be toyed with. You first
rolled it between your middle and ring fingers, watching her back needily and imagining she probably squeezed around nothing (she did), and then you returned to slow and steady rubs — similar to what you had done to her ears.
Nayeon was an absolute mess.
Her hands jumped and gripped the sides of the tub, her mouth creating and releasing lewd noises Nayeon swore up and down she’d never release. Gods forgive her. She was just so achy and your fingers— fuck, they felt like a damn miracle.
“Just like that..” She panted breathlessly, groaning afterward as her hips rubbed in sync to your fingers, grinding herself further against you. “F-Fuck— need it Y/n/n, please…!”
You gulped because- holy shit?
The bunny girl was so, so needy and desperate for you and the way she rubbed up against your hand felt like heaven. Gently, your fingers lead down the length of her pussy — a pretty red hue taking over down there from all the stimulation. Your fingers met her entrance and Nayeon shuttered, fluttering around nothing as her eyes glanced and met yours and she nodded.
With all the confirmation you needed being in that very nod, you slightly withdrew one finger before easing in your middle, feeling her body adjust to take you in. Nayeon’s ears were practically pinned down, head lolling back as a moan left her lips. Something about the way you eased in while the water was being pushed away from her just— god.
“N-Ngh, Y/n…”
“Shh,” You hushed gently, glancing down and agitatingly swishing away a few bubbles so you could get a clearer view down in the water of how her cunt practically swallowed your finger whole. After a few slow minutes, Nayeon had you down to your knuckle, and you were able to brace your hand using your free fingers— giving enough power and strength to pull out and push back in at a slow pace.
Nayeon was tight from nerves but the moment the pad of your thumb lifted to rub over her aching clit - which begged greedily for more touches - Nayeon came undone. A sharp whine left her lips; ears working up completely, hips lifting in the water, walls unclenching around your finger to allow you better movement.
“Good girl,” You whispered softly, swallowing afterward. “Taking it so well…”
“Oh my god…-“ The blonde’s eyes squeezed shut, little moans rippling from her pretty throat which—
Your lips moved quickly. Too empty, you thought, as they pressed against her neck and gently nipped and sucked pretty flower-like patterned bruises into the pale skin there. Nayeon groaned and the vibration sounded against your lips in a nice toe-to-toe dance.
Still, your finger pushed in and out of her, knuckle deep, edging her walls and making her whine up needily, especially now that your lips were attacking her neck. And finally —
“M-More…” Whimpered the older girl.
You nodded and looked down at her body — bubbles covering her chest in the most erotic yet beautiful manner. You gently slid your finger almost out of her before your ring finger came to rest beside it, both then pushing in.
“F-Fuck…! Y/n..!” She shyly wrapped her arms around what bit of your shoulders she could reach, body curling up as your fingers slipped in — the wetness of her cunt allowing easy, almost embarrassing, passage into her. “F-Feels so good…”
Her hips squirmed, thighs coming to press against your arm as they fluttered shut against your wrist.
Nayeon’s ears flopped again, her lower half beginning to tremble as she tapped a slightly damp arm against the back of your neck. “G-Gonna—..fuck-“
The rapid taps on your neck garnered your attention, and you quickly attended to her — occasional swipes of your thumb on her clit, the quick and steady thrusts of your fingers; swallowed up by her cunt.
“B-Baby—“ Nayeon began, panting as she wiggled her hips.
She was getting close; clawing her way up to her peak as she clenched around your digits, whining and nuzzling what little bit of you her head could reach. Her voice had stopped from being real moans — shifting to a sort of higher pitched whine, lazy thrusts of her hips aiding in the gentle thrusts of your hand. Ripples echoed in the water behind her from her thrashing and the wagging of her tiny fluffy tail.
Your name left Nayeon’s lips in a hushed whine, as she gently ejected her claws and scratched slowly at your neck — red welts building from the force.
“Come on baby,” You encouraged, slightly breathless from the sight before you. Gods, she was perfect. “Come on, you can do it…”
Nayeon whimpered, shaking her head despite knowing full well she wanted nothing more than her own sweet release. Nayeon’s stomach sunk in and out quickly, her light abs showing as she pressed her face into your neck. “..’m gonna…!”
With a jolt, her body staggered and her hands clawed anxiously at you, walls tightening around your fingers and siphoning you in more as they spawned with the force of her release. Warmth radiated from that spot in intense waves, her climax happening quick and intense.
A low moan left her lips as your fingers stalled, lips skirting against your neck. “…oh my god,” she breathed finally, tiny waves of winces and huffs rolling through her body.
With resistance from her inner walls, you slowly pulled your fingers out and waved them in the water a bit to clean them off, before resting them on her thigh and holding her there.
Nayeon panted slowly, and you whispered.
“Good girl, good bunny…”
The older sighed, and silently nuzzled your neck. “…thank you,” She murmured loosely, voice hoarser than before, filled with the undertones of her pleasure. “…felt good.”
You hummed, rubbing her waist slowly until the tremors and winces subsided. And then you patted her thigh. The bath was now over, with Nayeon being properly cleaned.
