hello!!! Can we get jealous possessive nayeon who's actually a big needy baby? Do what you will with it! You'll do great things lol thank you!!! 🩵
needy
sub! nayeon x f! reader // smut
synopsis: nayeon got jealous easily — you knew that. but maybe, just maybe, you wanted to push her a little by giving her less attention, instead focusing on sana. OR you touch nayeon under the blankets while sana sits right next to the two of you :)
author’s note: nayeon req yayyy hehe 😊 thank you so much for your nice wordssss & sorry this took forever !! 🩵
content: semi-public sex, sneaky sex, reader makes nayeon intentionally jealous, jealous nayeon, possessive nayeon, kinda degradation, nayeon is super subby & needs your attention 24/7, whiny nayeon
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both you and sana immediately burst into giggles, hitting each other as her words hung in the air.
you didn’t even notice as nayeon entered the living room, her footsteps muted by your laughter.
“what’s so funny?” nayeon frowned as she placed her bag on the floor. she quickly took in the scene in front of her: you and sana were sprawled lazily in the living room, idly munching on snacks and watching a movie. it was a common sight, especially on days where the two of you had no schedule. but what wasn’t normal was how close sana was to you, clinging onto every inch of your skin. sana’s hand rested just above your knee, her head resting a bit too comfortably on your shoulder.
“oh hi nayeon! how was your recording?” you asked without even looking at her, your eyes glued to the tv.
nayeon couldn’t help the pout that formed on her lips. you couldn’t even spare her a few seconds of eye contact?
nayeon just stared for a few moments before jumping into the empty space next to you. she wrapped her arm around yours, leaning her body flush against your frame. nayeon immediately sighed as your scent enveloped her.
“it was really good! pd-nim said my tone was really good. do you want to hear some of it?” nayeon asked excitedly, her eyes wide as they bore into yours.
“sure! maybe a little later though.” you said, shooting her an apologetic glance. “sana really wanted to show me this movie — apparently it’s so bad it’s good.”
sana giggled at that, trying to muffle her laughter into the crook of your neck. you let her, smiling wide as sana’s nose brushed against the curve of your neck.
you weren’t oblivious. you could’ve easily pulled away from sana, from all her touches and whispered remarks.
but did you really want to?
every little thing that sana did only seemed to set nayeon off more. her nails dug lightly into your sleeve whenever sana laughed at your jokes. she shifted closer and closer until she was practically halfway in your lap, her thigh pressed stubbornly over yours.
cute.
nayeon’s eyes narrowed at the tv even though she hadn’t paid attention to a single scene in the last fifteen minutes. every few seconds, her gaze flickered back to you instead — checking if you were still looking at sana, still smiling at sana, still letting sana touch you so easily.
when sana started to explain what was going to happen in the film next, nayeon immediately interrupted, speaking over the japanese girl.
“y/n, im cold. can i wear your hoodie?” nayeon shivered for effect, flashing her bunny smile at you.
“nayeon, you just interrupted sana,” you chided gently, giving her a pointed look.
nayeon looked away to roll her eyes and mumbled out an almost unintelligible “sorry.”
you hummed in approval, starting to take off your hoodie.
“nayeon unnie, i can just give you the blanket,” sana said quickly, flashing what was probably supposed to be a helpful grin.
nayeon very reluctantly took it from sana’s hands, her lips pressed together in a thin line. she threw the blanket across both her lap and yours, making sure it covered the space between the two of you completely.
you barely had time to suppress your smile before nayeon suddenly grabbed your hand beneath the blanket, tugging it insistently into her lap.
“nayeon,” you warned quietly.
“what?” she whispered back, feigning innocence as her fingers threaded through yours. “i’m cold.”
her tone alone made it obvious she was lying.
especially when she immediately pressed herself closer to your side, you could feel the way her skin burned against yours, warm and not cold at all. nayeon’s head dropped onto your shoulder with an exaggerated sigh, her pout deepening when your attention shifted back toward sana.
“and then this is the part where they go on their first date—”
“y/n,” nayeon interrupted again, voice smaller this time.
you glanced down at her. “what now?”
“nothing,” she mumbled, clearly meaning the exact opposite.
for the next few minutes, nayeon stayed unusually quiet. but underneath the blanket, her hand kept moving — tracing along your palm, squeezing your fingers whenever sana laughed too loudly, subtly trying to pull your attention back to her.
you could practically feel her getting more and more irritated every second you continued listening to sana instead of her.
eventually, nayeon let out another miserable sigh before leaning close enough for her lips to brush your ear.
“pay attention to me,” she whispered.
the words came out embarrassingly soft.
you raised an eyebrow. “aren’t i already?”
“no,” nayeon muttered immediately. “you’ve been talking to sana the whole night. and,” nayeon swallowed, avoiding your gaze. “you’ve barely touched me all night.”
you whispered quietly, lowering your tone so that sana couldn’t hear. “is that what this is about?
“no…”
“nayeon.”
“i just hate it when you ignore me,” she whined quietly, bringing your intertwined hands to rest on her thigh.
“i’ll be right back,” sana said, standing up from her spot on the couch. “i have to use the restroom. but you guys can keep watching! this part isn’t too important anyway.” she quickly left, the absence of her presence suddenly making the room feel smaller.
for a second, neither of you moved.
you untangled your hand from hers, flattening your palm against the top of nayeon’s knee. you could feel the way her skin burned against your hand. nayeon looked at you differently now that she didn’t need to conceal her expression for sana.
“y/n,” nayeon whispered, your name coming out breathy.
“were you really upset?” you murmured, voice lower than before.
“you were ignoring me,” nayeon whined. “i—”
her breath hitched when your hand slowly rose higher, your hand stroking up her thigh.
you didn’t say anything else, just staring at her and gauging her reaction.
when you slid the tip of your fingers under the fabric of her shorts, she sucked in a breath of air.
nayeon flushed immediately, like she was embarrassed by how fast she reacted. but still, she didn’t pull away, instead leaning closer to you and melting under your touch. she guided your hand all the way up to her waistband, holding her breath as your fingers hooked slightly in.
nayeon just stared at you, waiting for your next move. her breathing was heavier, pupils dilated in anticipation and lust.
“please,” she whispered when she realized you weren’t going to do anything without her asking.
you tilted your head slightly. “please what?”
there was another pause, the only sound being nayeon’s heavy breathing.
she swallowed, her eyes flicking to your lips for half a second before she looked away again, suddenly shy.
“touch me,” she murmured, so quiet you weren’t sure if you heard right. on any other given day, you would’ve teased her further, refusing to do anything until nayeon said exactly what she wanted. but today, the needy expression on her face was enough.
you gently pulled down on the waistband, telling her to lift herself up so that you could take her shorts all the way off.
when you finally cupped her clothed core, nayeon let out a shaky exhale, her eyes fluttering shut.
she was absolutely drenched. you could feel the wet stain against the fabric of her panties, the way her arousal stuck to the thin material.
you bit back a laugh. “all this because i ignored you?”
nayeon started to whine, but her response quickly turned into that of a gasp when you roughly pulled her underwear down, leaving her lower half completely bare. you were free to touch her, skin-to-skin, without the inconvenience of clothing.
you slid your fingers against her slit, almost purring at how easily your fingers moved against the smooth expanse of skin.
just as you were about to slip a finger inside her tight heat, you heard the restroom door open.
sana.
nayeon’s eyes widened in panic, but her body reacted otherwise: nayeon held your wrist so that you couldn’t move your hand away, pathetically shifting her hips in need.
so needy.
“nayeon,” you whispered, your breath hot against her ear. “can you stay quiet for me?”
nayeon nodded her head frantically. “yes. please— i—”
you could already tell she couldn’t think straight, not when your hand was just inches away from her entrance and her pussy was pulsing in need. oh well — you’d see just how long she could last.
“you better stay very, very quiet,” you smirked, leaning your head away from her ear just as sana returned. she bounced into her seat, making the couch creak under the weight.
“i’m back! are you guys ready? — this is where everything gets crazy.”
you definitely agreed with that.
you slowly circled nayeon’s clit, all the while completely avoiding looking her away. you gave your full attention to sana, nodding along and humming in agreement as sana rambled excitedly about how surprisingly poetic the next scene was.
“...it’s so, so crazy,” sana finished, her eyes sparkling. “isn’t it, nayeon unnie?”
you quickly glanced at nayeon. her cheeks were completely flushed, and she was barely able to open her eyes. you increased your pace against her clit, smirking as her breath hitched.
“i— y-yes,” she stuttered, biting her lips hard to prevent any unwanted noises from slipping out.
nayeon clamped her legs tightly around your hand as you flicked at her clit even faster — at that pace, she could barely control herself, barely restrain herself to stay quiet like she’d promised you.
“oh my god, and then here, the guy—” sana continued to talk. you quickly removed your hand from nayeon’s dripping core, turning your body to give sana your full attention.
you laughed when sana said something funny, although you weren’t really laughing at that.
beside you, nayeon gave a confused groan. she reached for your hand under the blanket, trying to guide your hand back to where she needed it, where she was dripping for you.
you only began to move your hand again when sana finished talking.
this time, you slipped a finger inside her, doing so slowly to prevent any squelching sounds. you slid in impossibly slow, biting your lip at how tight she was — her pussy practically swallowed your finger.
next to you, nayeon turned impossibly quiet. with her other hand, she was gripping the sleeve of your hoodie, her face buried in your shoulder. her body was shaking from restraining herself of grinding onto you.
once the entire length of your finger was inside her, you slid out equally as slowly. you repeated this over and over, reveling in the effect that it had on nayeon. with each thrust, nayeon’s walls squeezed around your finger, her grip on your hoodie turning so tight her knuckles turned white.
she was barely able to stay quiet, but the sounds didn’t travel as far since her moans were muffled by your hoodie.
“this is the actual plot twist,” sana squealed, clapping her hands as she leaned forwards towards the screen.
“oh is it?” you asked, quickly sliding your fingers out of nayeon. you didn’t so much as glance nayeon’s way, pulling your drenched fingers into your lap.
when the plot twist ended, you moved your hand back up to nayeon’s pussy, only to find that she was already touching herself, her own fingers stuffed deep inside. she had two fingers pumping in and out of her as her other hand circled her clit.
she was whining against your hoodie, whimpering at the new intensity of pleasure — one that she had to give herself because you weren’t paying any attention to her.
you quickly slapped her hands away. nayeon whimpered loudly, but luckily, sana didn’t notice. you leaned into her ear: “such a slut. you can’t even wait for my fingers hm?”
nayeon whispered your name, the sound so filthy and broken.
“d-don’t stop, p-please,” nayeon begged, her breath hot against your ears.
suddenly, sana leaned further so that she could look at nayeon.
“nayeon unnie…? are you okay? you look kind of red,” sana commented, looking at the older girl with worry. “are you feeling hot now? do you want me to take the blanket back?”
in that exact moment, you chose to thrust two fingers inside her — she had begged you not to stop, after all. nayeon’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, but she quickly recovered, forcing herself to look at the japanese girl in front of her. sana didn't fail to notice the peculiar reaction, which only added to her original concern.
“n-no!” nayeon immediately shouted, her eyes wide with panic. you fucked her even harder, slamming your fingers each time so that they hit her g-spot at the perfect angle. “i mean— i-i’m fine. just tired i t-think.” her voice was shaky, her eyes barely able to stay open.
her thigh was jerking uncontrollably. after the endless times of edging and touching her on and off, you could tell she was close. and though she’d never admit, you felt how much wetter she had gotten when sana started to pay more attention to her, giving her worried glances every now and then. nayeon gushed around your hand, so wet to the point that you didn’t think you could pump into her without fully getting caught.
so instead, you opted to curl your fingers right against her g-spot.
nayeon buried her face into your shoulder again, but not before a very noticeable moan slipped past her lips.
“nayeon unnie?” sana questioned again, the suspicion more evident in her voice. she stared back and forth between nayeon and you, trying to determine what was happening. you stared straight ahead, acting engrossed in the movie while your finger curled into her a rapid pace under the blanket, your leg pressed on top of nayeon’s open ones to prevent the blanket from moving so much.
“sana,” you said, your voice smooth and even. “do you think you could get nayeon a glass of water? maybe with some ice cubes in it.”
the ice cubes were just a time stall — you were sure it would be just enough to make nayeon cum without sana coming back at the wrong time.
sana nodded, getting up slowly as she shot one more skeptical glance towards nayeon.
as soon as sana disappeared into the kitchen, nayeon whimpered out loud.
“f-fuck, i’m s-so close,” she moaned, throwing her head back. her back arched into your fingers, pushing them deeper inside her.
with one hand still buried deep inside her, you brought the other one to circle her clit. her walls fluttered against your fingers, squeezing your fingers impossibly tight. you curled into her again, murmuring filthy things into her ear.
“come on, baby. cum for me before sana catches us.”
at that, nayeon came hard, biting down on your clothed shoulder as her entire body shuddered from her climax.
a muffled scream echoed through the living room, the sound quiet yet loud across the vast space.
you pulled your fingers slowly out of her, your entire hand drenched from her juices. the couch underneath her was stained as well, obvious and impossible to miss.
nayeon fell limp against your body, her thighs still twitching from the aftermath of her climax.
“let’s get you dressed quickly,” you said to her, pressing a kiss to her cheeks. she nodded weakly, throwing the blanket to the floor as she looked for her discarded clothes somewhere in the quilt.
you watched as pulled her shorts up, her legs wobbling as she sat back down. as soon as you threw the blanket over the two of you again — to hide the very obvious wet spot on the couch — sana returned with a cold glass of water in her hands.
“here you go,” sana handed the glass to nayeon.
nayeon hummed in thanks, taking a small sip of the liquid.
“are you sure you’re okay?” sana asked one last time, looking not-so-subtly around to see if she could detect any suspicious changes to the environment.
“i think she’s better now,” you answered for her, a cheeky grin on your face as you brought your hand to nayeon’s thigh again.
part 2
