Hiii, I've been reading your stories for a while and I really like your writing I wanted to ask if you could make a story idol sana x a female idol reader. Ty🩷🩷🩷
|| blue light spins and freshness spreads over our lips
idol!minatozaki sana x idolfem!reader ; fluff
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synopsis: going on instagram live with your girlfriend, you see a comment that dares you to wipe the drink after she drinks from it. safe to say, sana does not like the prank one bit.
tw// content: none!// slight spit play(?), just sana being a bit freaky
a/n: i'm not sure if you guys have seen this trend (wiping after gf drinks), but it's been popping up a lot on my tiktok fyp, so i decided to whip it up in this fic!! thank you for supporting my writing, anon!! enjoy reading!!! n.o.t. proof.read.
wc: 2.0k
being able to date the minatozaki sana from twice has been a wonderful experience.
however, your anxiety had peaked when dispatch caught you both kissing right in front of sana's apartment complex after your date night one evening (and you’ve always managed to be super cautious about these things, but sana couldn’t keep her sneaky hands to herself long enough for you both to reach her actual apartment door).
the pictures weren't grainy at all. they were clear enough to allow viewers to see that it's definitely two specific, well-known girl idols kissing: your hand resting on the back of her neck, with sana smiling into the kiss as she always does.
when the official article finally dropped, confirming that you both are dating because there can't be any other reasons to deny such allegations, your names stayed trending for weeks—even making it to national news channels.
and the internet practically melted at your relationship:
[dispatch really exposed sana for being the most whipped wlw alive!]
[WAIT, so that's why sana's always smiling at her phone every time the camera pans to her in twice's vlogs??!!!]
[alright, editors, do your thing and make these fan edits!!!]
[they're such a cute couple!!]
[matching phone cases, matching sweaters, matching rings...how have we missed all of this??]
a viral thread also stood out from it all: [proof minatozaki sana from twice has been publicly in love with her girlfriend for years.]
(to sana's embarrassment, there were quite a lot of pictures and video replies that fans had found and dissected to precise details under that thread.
she had hid her face in your shoulder with a groan then, your arms around her waist, while you both cuddled on your couch.
"they're never going to let this down," she mumbles in your neck, nuzzling her nose before she continues, "however...now i kind of want to go out there and kiss you just so they can keep talking about us."
you had laughed at that, your eyebrows lifting in amusement because sana is most likely serious, if the determination in her eyes say otherwise.
"don't look at me like that, darling. disptach worked so hard for those 4k quality photos. so, we can give them better ones, especially in the daylight!"
safe to say, you both did not go outside and exhibit pda (sana likes you all to herself anyway).
but she did lean up to kiss you deep enough for you to have a stupid smile afterwards).
—
spending time with your girlfriend has quickly become your favorite pastime, especially when you both go on instagram live together on a free weekend.
as sana is sprawled across your couch in your clothes, you decided to start a live on sana's account. sitting on the floor with your knees drawn up against your chest, you make yourself comfortable on the pillow in the space between the couch and the coffee table.
"hello everyone!" sana sings sweetly into the camera, scooting her face on the cushion to rest on your shoulder, cheek squished cutely. her freshly washed hair smells like your shampoo—something faintly floral—with her soft strands tickling your neck every time she moves.
"wouldn't that hurt your neck?" you murmur quietly, her hair almost making its way into your mouth.
"not if i'm close to you."
you rolled your eyes fondly at that, hand moving away her hair neatly before they go back on the screen to scroll through the comments.
many chats flew by quickly; your eyes were not able to catch up with them unless you pressed on the screen to pause the flow. sana read some of them out loud, voice lilting into amusement the more she did so.
"they’re saying you look sleepy." she tries to turn her head as much as possible on your shoulder, but eventually gives up with a huff when she can't see your face.
"yeah, i am a bit sleepy, but i do want to talk to your fans."
the blanket your girlfriend has draped over herself shifts a little, until you feel the weight on your shoulder becoming lighter. from the corner of your eye, you see her body slide down on the couch, plopping unceremoniously right beside you on the floor.
"so much for 'i'm so lazy, i won't join you on the floor.'" you teased, lips in a smirk as you glance over at her.
sana narrows her eyes mischievously before slipping her icy hand under the hem of your shirt, her palm splayed out on your warm skin shamelessly, making you yelp out in surprise. looking back at your livestream quickly, you let out a sigh of relief when you see the camera cuts off from your upper chest.
thank goodness, you did not want the world to see everything else.
"i'm just readjusting so i can go use the restroom." she gets up, making sure she is out of view from the camera before sauntering off to the bathroom, even having the audacity to look back with a wink accompanied with her own butt pat.
shaking your head as you try to hide your smile behind your hand, you continue filtering through the comments:
[they are never beating the married allegations...]
[we love you!!!]
[sing us a song!]
[so pretty~~~]
[comeback hints???]
muttering out the last question, you talk a bit about your upcoming comeback, playing around with your words to not reveal too much.
"you guys will be really surprise for my comeback! the style is way different from our usual concept, but that is all i can tell you!"
reaching over the table, you grab your drink, sipping it lazily as a comment suddenly catches your eye among the endless flood:
[you should offer sana your drink and wipe it afterwards to see how she reacts]
you snort into your hand at the suggestion, almost choking on the drink as your brain is already planning on how to let the little prank unfold.
"you guys are a menace. hopefully i don't end up girlfriend-less tonight...or else i'm blaming it on you guys!"
you barely have enough time to recover from your small laughing fit before the sound of slippers padding swiftly across the floor echoes from down the hallway.
sana settles back into her spot beside you with a contented sigh, rubbing her slightly damp hands against her sweatpants before tugging the blanket back over her legs.
the viewers immediately start spamming heart emojis the second she instinctively leans into your side again, her eyes meeting yours through the screen—a twinkle of shine in them.
quietly offering her your drink, she took the glass in hand with glee, body wiggling in excitement. completely oblivious to the prank, she happily brings the straw to her lips, face lighting instantly at the sweet taste of the juice as she takes long sips.
her eyes were soft and content the entire time, looking pleased over something as small as sharing your drink that almost makes you feel bad for pranking her in the first place.
almost.
"that's really good, thank you!" she scrunches her nose in gratitude as you take the drink from her hand, before her face expression turns into mild confusion when you pluck a tissue from the box, nonchalantly wiping the straw as you stare at your phone.
you can practically feel the gears in your girlfriend's head spinning as she stares back and forth from your face to the drink.
"...what are you doing?"
your lips press together immediately to stop yourself from laughing, eyes trained forward because you'll burst out laughing if you look at her directly.
"darling?" she pokes your cheek as you take a sip, her fingers traveling from your face to curling around the glass, plucking it out of your hand before she takes the straw into her mouth.
her phone somehow—miraculously—ends up falling out of its holder, the camera now panning up to the ceiling instead.
what the viewers don't see is how you're hypnotized with sana's scandalous action, one that an idol should never show in public—especially on live.
your eyes widen as she openmouthedly twirls the plastic tube with her tongue, coating it with her saliva before closing her mouth around it, lightly sucking on it as she looks at you with half-lidded, sultry eyes.
[wait wait wait what's happening?]
[you're so fucked]
[omg did y'all see sana's face????]
[notice me pls]
[live laugh love, but it seems like you'll be sleeping on the couch]
[the phone fell!!!! nooo what's going on???]
sana smirks after she pulls away with a small pop, arms now extending for the drink to be in front of you, guiding the straw to your mouth as she drags it along your lips.
your mouth parts on its own, feeling the spit-coated plastic pushing in; the warmth of it reminds you of where it had been.
your girlfriend hands you back your drink—to which you took with shaky hands—chin nodding to the cup to make sure you take sips.
her lips curve in a sly, satisfied smirk, before her hands busy themselves putting her phone back on the stand.
she proceeds to talk to her fans sweetly and innocently as if she wasn't completely ruining her idol image right in front of you.
[her gf's face is so red???? what went down?!!?!?!]
[omg what happened in those ten seconds???]
[??!?!?!??]
[sana-unnie you're so pretty]
[bro she's experiencing technical difficulties]
[sana flipped the script so fast]
for the entirety of the live, you can see her tiny twitch of a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips whenever her nails graze your thigh under the blanket.
it also doesn't help that she constantly licks her lips or has her tongue darting out for the rest of the livestream.
a real fucking tease she is.
—
as you both finally bid goodbye to everyone (sana had whined when you wanted to end it early because there were more important matters at hand. it was clear why she wanted to stall for so long), your girlfriend immediately gets in your lap, legs bracketing your hips possessively, almost knocking over the items on the table.
"look at you," she teases in a slight mocking tone, "completely whipped on live and i wonder why."
the smugness in her voice makes you shift in your seat, already feeling a pool of slick forming in your shorts.
"your fun little prank seems like it backfired, no? all flustered from just a bit of teasing, hm?"
before you can defend yourself, she turns to grab the drink on the table into her hand, the cold drips of the condensation makes you flinch as they drop onto your thighs. sana takes a few sips before turning back to you, an unreadable glint in her eyes.
just as your mouth parts to speak, sana grips your shirt tightly in her hands, pulling you in for a kiss as she presses her body impossibly closer—until you feel liquid sweetness spilling past your lips, making your eyes widen in surprise.
all you could taste was the strawberry drink traveling on your tongue and down your throat, moaning into the kiss as sana pushes more of the drink into your mouth. you let out a small choked sound as sana checks for any remnants of the drink still in your mouth with a slide of her tongue, feeling her grin on your lips afterwards when she finds none.
she pulls back abruptly in a daze, a pleased smile plastered on her pretty face as she takes in your flustered state. her fingers stay twisted tightly in your shirt, keeping you close as she bites down on her lower lip to suppress another wicked smile. her eyes flick shamelessly between your blown pupils and swollen lips before meeting your gaze again.
"my gorgeous girl," her thumb comes up to wipe away a trail of the drink that slid down to your chin, pulling it back towards her as she licks it off with an appreciative hum.
you cough again from the realization, quickly gulping hard afterwards, then stare at her with dark eyes. your hold on her thighs tightens, fingers gripping enough to stop her hips from grinding on your lap.
"what's wrong, darling?" she stares back with that infuriatingly annoying smug and sparkles in her eyes before leaning closer again, noses brushing lightly, "do you want more?"
synopsis: you start noticing the cute woman in your building that always takes the same elevator as you.
warnings: reader is taller than sana sorry to my short queens... other than that NONE!! ; fluff fluff fluff ; just wanted to write smth cute for my cutie ; i misssssed writing for sana ; anything else i didn't mention ; not proofread
a/n: based off this video i watched a few months ago (as well as the song so easy (to fall in love) by olivia dean) its sooooo cute ugh how i missed writing for my wife
you never sleep well before the week starts.
the sunday night air keeps you up and never fails to have you groaning every monday morning.
today is monday.
today is no exception.
to add on to your morning, you had to run toward the bus stop to make it in time. you were surprised when you managed to match the speed of it slowing down on the run there, but this ruined your hair and left you huffing and puffing for the first thirty seconds of the ride. you were already drained before then too.
now you’re waiting for one of six elevators of the thirty-five floor building, patient and tired, hoping that one of your coworkers will surprise you with caffeine.
while you wait, a woman in a grey coat with brown hair steps in front of the elevator that the rest of the five people (including you) are waiting for. she yawns, then tucks her hair behind her ear. you can only see the side of her face from where you stand—behind her and a few steps to the right—but it’s enough to pique your interest.
a man walks in the space between you two, but just a bit in front of her, and fixes his hair while talking into the phone. he mutters something else before turning around, seemingly looking for something.
you can’t help but notice that his fly is open.
you manage to compose yourself, redirecting your attention away from the hint of his boxers sticking out, but the lady you eyed before snickers under her breath. she bites the inside of her lip to fight the corners of her lips that threaten to curl up before regaining composure. she looks up at the elevator again as if nothing had ever happened before it dings and the doors open. everyone steps in and you find a spot to the right of the space. the woman finds herself at the opposite side of you.
the doors close and you swallow shallowly. you tense your jaw for no reason at all before looking down barely to scratch the back of your neck. subtly, you tilt your head to the side to catch a glimpse of the woman’s full side profile.
pretty is an understatement.
for a moment you regain full clarity. it doesn’t feel like you’re running around in circles in your mind for a moment. the slope and angle of her nose pair to create a perfect match when met with the shape of her lips. to top it off, her jawline looks like it could kill. you swallow again before redirecting your attention back to the front of the elevator.
you wonder what floor she’s on, her name, and occupation. it’s been two weeks since you moved buildings and you’ve already found someone that makes you nervous. your coworkers would tease you relentlessly if they could read your mind.
it takes the first stop to realize that you haven’t even pressed the button to your floor. you awkwardly reach over past the person in front of you and click “25.”
in the midst of it, unbeknownst to you, the woman glances over to get a quick look at the side of your face. she averts her gaze and stares back at her reflection in the closed doors.
today is going to be a long day.
—
you yawn tiredly and a tear slips from the corner of your eye.
it’s friday, which means you’ve made it through the week. still, the only thing you’re looking forward to is lunch–on jeongyeon, your beloved (and very teasing) coworker—later in the day and taking a nap before seeing your parents later. you can get through this, is what you (always) tell yourself. you only have a few meetings and one rough draft due by the end of the day.
you stand in front of the elevator and wait for it to open. you don’t bother to look around at whoever else is waiting. everyone is probably zoning out or on their phone.
once you step in, you make your way to the back. a familiar face walks through the door once you settle in your spot shortly after.
it’s the woman from monday—and yesterday. you wonder if she’s noticed that this isn’t your first time on the same elevator together this week. you feel like a fool—she can’t be thinking that. it’s just coincidence. now you’re wondering if seeing her so often is creepy. does she think you’re doing this on purpose? you want to groan then and there. you clench your jaw and let out a small breath.
the woman’s eyes meet yours for a brief second before she turns around so that you’re met with the back of her head the rest of the way up. her hair is nicer up close. it’s very healthy looking and a beautiful shade of brown. you wish you could’ve seen her face a little longer and examined that too.
you’re being ridiculous.
you lean further back until your head rests against the back of the elevator. you look straight ahead and take a deep breath, only to be met with a very pleasant fragrance filling your senses.
she smells like spring flowers and a basket of berries. you inhale again, deliberate and slow. whatever she’s wearing is sweet, fragrant, and blooming by the second. it’s not the kind of overwhelming scent that urges you to take a step back; the smell is light and refreshing and resembles a nice, faint memory.
she turns her head just barely to the side, almost imperceptibly, which snaps you out of it. you straighten up and swallow hard; if you were caught sniffing someone, that would definitely land you somewhere you wouldn’t want to be. how shameless are you? when did you get so… weird? does this fall in line with being a pervert? no, you think, i can’t be like one of those freaks, can i?
when you gets off at your floor, it feels like a weight is lifted off your shoulders. you stay silent, though not without huffing in embarrassment, the whole way to your office.
you continue on with your day, the thought of the woman on the elevator slowly filtering out of your mind once jeongyeon starts massaging your shoulders out of nowhere, making you jump in your seat.
“lunch?” she asks.
right, it’s that time. you had been so caught up with a draft for marketing that you nearly forgot about lunch.
(you hadn’t forgotten about the elevator incident that morning though.)
“please.” you sigh, immediately turning off your monitor.
jeongyeon laughs as you stand up to put your jacket on.
…
sana wonders if you’ve noticed it too.
her interest piqued the first time she saw you this week. today—friday—is day three of seeing you in the same elevator as her in the morning.
you stood behind her seemingly in a daze, maybe thinking very hard about something bothering you from the way she could hear you sigh from behind her. she glances subtly at you in the reflection. you’re a little taller than her and you’ve got nice, pretty features. you’re very much her type.
she looks at the ground then, her brows furrowing just barely.
i must be desperate, she thinks, it’s just a coincidence. it means nothing.
—
sana sees you again on monday. it can’t be nothing.
she spent the day before helping her friend, jihyo, rearrange her apartment. jihyo mentioned at one point after a glass of wine: “you can’t start off your monday’s weak, or it’ll throw off your week.”
the rhyming along with her cheery tone made sana cringe and giggle at her, but she did have a point.
seeing you again right before her day starts makes her embarrassingly giddy. it’s even worse that she had looked forward to seeing you in the mornings here and there throughout the week. sana tells herself that it’s the lack of anything in her life at the moment that is making her a fool.
you’re both separated by a man between you two and the cologne he wears drowns out any other scent in the elevator. it’s strong, too strong. you bite down subtly when he reaches over, his wrist passing your nose, to press the number of his floor.
she takes a good look at you through the reflection. you’re in a formal outfit: a blazer, dress shirt, slacks, and a tie. it fits you. sana thinks you look really good.
it takes two full seconds for sana to realize that you’ve made eye contact with her through the reflection as well. you both stare for a second longer before breaking it, both of you turning your heads in the other direction bashfully.
a blush graces your cheeks and you inhale sharply.
she must think i’m a creep, or something. you think. coincidences are one thing, but hoping to see this woman and somehow running into her? that has to fall under something problematic.
-
you see her the following wednesday and friday, then the monday and tuesday the week after as well. it’s brutal seeing her—at least to the flow of thoughts that pour in your head—she must think there is something up with you.
fortunately, as equal as it is unfortunate, you don’t see her for the rest of the week after that. you don’t see her the week after either.
you’ve also started carpooling in the mornings with your friend sooyoung, who’s building is two blocks away, and started arriving a little after 8:30am. that was on the first day you stopped seeing the woman, then the days following. you figure your elevator woman is an early bird since you used to arrive around 8am and frequently saw her around that time.
you’re overthinking it. you tell yourself. it’s not that serious.
as much as you love spending time with sooyoung in the mornings, as well as the convenience and extra few minutes of sleep in the morning; you wish you’d run into the pretty woman on the elevator again.
…
sana loses it a bit.
she hasn’t seen you in nearly two weeks and keeps getting teased by her coworkers because there is an increased amount of pouting in the mornings. sana brushes it off, initially saying that it’s probably because of the lack of sleep or because that time of the month is soon—she can’t possibly admit that it’s because her morning eye candy hasn’t been around for a worrying amount of time.
she wonders if you’ve moved buildings or if you’ve noticed her presence and found it uncomfortable. there’s too many options that might be the reason behind your disappearance and it has sana staring at her screen for a few minutes longer than usual in the mornings.
“there she goes again,” momo sighs, catching sana by surprise.
mina raises a brow, then asks, “what’s gotten into you?”
“nothing.” sana says, though not convincingly.
her shoulders sink a bit as she stares at her two coworkers, who share a brief look at each other before shaking their heads.
“you’re not the best liar, you know?” mina jokes, handing her a piece of chocolate.
sana furrows her brows, looking at the candy before starting, “i’m not on my—”
“it doesn’t matter.” mina assures. “i just knew something sweet would cheer you up.”
“you’re going to need it. submissions for the magazine are due by the end of the week and from what i can see you have—” momo stops, then squints at sana’s screen, “---two and a half paragraphs.”
“it’s something.”
“is two and a half paragraphs enough to cover climate change and how it affects the beauty industry?”
“i—” sana begins, then sighs. she leans back in her chair defeatedly, and gives the two a look of agony and despair. “i’ll tell you during lunch. i have to actually get this done.”
“do you need more chocolate?” mina puts her hand out, displaying two different flavors of ghiradelli squares in her palm.
sana smiles and the light in her eyes slowly brightens up again. “i love you.”
—
it would be embarrassing for sana not to run into you for yet another week and a half right after gushing about how you always manage to look gorgeous without trying.
but what is embarrassing is that sana gets jealous pretty easily, even for someone she doesn’t know too well (or at all, really).
she decides to change up her tactic and comes a little later—half-past eight—and prays that you’ll be there. luckily for her, you’re there standing beautifully in an easy sweater and loose slacks. business casual looks great on you.
sana steps in first and you head in after her. she stares at the side of your head through the little gap that sits between two sets of shoulders and traces your skin with her eyes.
before the door closes completely, someone sticks their shoulder in and opens them back up. she apologizes before stepping over right next to you and handing one of two coffees in her hand. sana’s eyes narrow.
“what a coincidence! i was going to give you one. it’s buy one get one free day! i know how much you need it…” she teases quietly, nudging your shoulder and making you smile.
“thank you,” you nearly whisper, taking it gratefully.
“how are you settling in? it’s been almost two months now.”
“oh, well.” you tell her, your voice is a little louder now. sana can hear the soothing timbre of how your words flow. “it’s great. better than the old building they had me at.”
“and where was that?”
“somewhere less… urban. i like it here better.”
“and the work?”
“ah, sometimes it’s a bit much but it’s not bad. i like it though.” you tell her.
sana watches the woman lean in a bit too close for comfort and nudge your shoulder again. the woman says, “well seems that everyone likes you.”
“couldn’t say the same for you, nayeon.” you joke, earning a roll of her eyes that sana barely makes out.
sana bites down on her back teeth as she watches you two converse freely. she feels like there’s a small pit in her stomach that sits and churns and renders her uneasy. a pout slowly forms on her lips, but it doesn’t stick for long.
an idea pops up in her head. she rummages through her bag and plans for what she’ll do to get your attention next time you two meet. she picks out her business card and considers it, but it’s way too formal. the next thign she pulls out is her small notepad that is littered with notes and important details that relate to any article she’s working on. that’s too personal and too precious. she does think about the lip gloss in one of the small pockets, but if it touched the ground she’d be paranoid and never use it again.
she huffs, then rummages further until she picks out her nametag.
not only does it display her name and company—but she likes how the id picture turned out too.
perfect.
—
work has been rough. it’s only thirty minutes after noon.
your lunch break starts and you decide you might need a little more caffeine and a good sandwich to make it through the rest of the day. nayeon and jeongyeon send you off to grab them coffee and sandwiches at the little cafe a block away. the only reason you did it was because they paid you a little extra for delivery and service fees.
(you tell them that they both owe you so much for the labor you’re always providing.
you also punch jeongyeon in the shoulder and flick nayeon’s forehead.)
it takes about five minutes for you to walk there and ten minutes for your order to be ready. you grip onto a carrier with one hand and the bags with your meals with the other as you make it back to the building. whoever created a carrier that holds more than two drinks and has a handle deserves an award, seriously, because without it you would’ve already dropped every drink.
when you’re back and pushing on the doors to your building with half your bodyweight, the front receptionist looks up from her phone to see you walking a little faster than you did when you first left. she responds back at you casually when you greet her with a rushed, “good afternoon!”
you press on the up arrow with your knuckle and take a step back, finding time to take a real, deep breath.
the doors open and you find a spot right in the middle. the man next to the buttons to each floor looks at you and tilts his head—you respond with, “25, please.”
right as he presses it, a woman walks in—your pretty woman. she makes eye contact with you before settling right next to where you stand. it feels like the walls of the elevator start to close in.
you reach floor 9 and two others step out, leaving you, the woman, and three others in the elevator. you rub your fingers against the material of the takeout bag and hope that you don’t look ridiculous holding three beverages and a large bag of sandwiches that are starting to lose their freshness.
…
sana glances at you through the reflection and feels a little bad that you have such a large load to carry. she rethinks her plan of dropping something for you to pick up, but she doesn’t know when she’d get the opportunity to do so because nothing is promised.
she can’t let you get away.
sana lets the lanyard connected to her id swing once, then twice, before purposely letting go. her id falls in between both of you, though it’s closer to your shoes than hers.
the man behind both of you seems to notice—the same man with the overwhelming cologne—sana prays that he doesn’t reach over instead. luckily for her, he brushes it off and sticks to his phone.
she glances at it for a few seconds and it stays right in its place until the next floor. she bites the inside of her lip out of anticipation.
a few seconds later and still nothing.
sana sighs, looking at the ground and mentally cursing to herself. you’ve got full hands anyway, what was she thinking? if you had even the slightest interest, you would’ve noticed already. you would’ve maybe talked to her too, and way before this. she clenches her fists and prepares herself to pick it up, but you beat her to it.
she turns her head to meet your eyes directly.
“excuse me?” your voice brings her back to the ground. in between your pointer finger and the top of the bag is her work id. the bag crumples a little more when you start to speak again, “um, this—this is… yours?”
sana can’t speak for a moment, but offers a nod before taking it with both hands.
“thank you.”
“mhm.” you hum, nodding. you smile awkwardly then, unable to look away from her and how pretty her hair is when it’s tucked behind her ear to make a side part. it’s new and different and she’s still pretty regardless of anything and you can barely say, “h-hi. i, uh—”
the elevator dings, interrupting you, as it reaches your floor.
you sigh lightly in defeat, pursing your lips into another awkward attempt at a smile before nodding at her. you step out and sana’s left speechless for a moment.
she can’t wait to see you again.
—
you’re going to be late.
you stayed up a little too long calling your best-friends from college and spent an additional few minutes thinking about the elevator woman before going to bed.
and sure you felt great after talking to your friends, yes, but a little pathetic thinking about a woman who has only flashed you a beautiful smile. you think about impressing her and talking to her and maybe landing a good look that lasts more than two seconds just so you can appreciate her more.
you’re going to be so late.
in fifteen minutes—maybe less—your best friend sooyoung will be right outside the entrance of your apartment complex. you have about five minutes to brush your teeth, do your skincare, and then ten minutes to make yourself look presentable. you have no time for lunch, but who cares about lunch when there’s bigger issues at hand: looking nice in front of a pretty woman for a few minutes.
when you arrive you start to feel quite fatigued just from the lack of breakfast, sleep, and caffeine. not only that, but the elevator is being loaded by everyone working 9-5 or some other variant of hours and you’ve got to add a little pep in your step just to catch it.
you stick your foot in, catching the door before it closes fully, and apologize as you step in.
no one seems to mind, but you scan around the small space and make eye contact with your elevator woman. sana was her name, if you can remember right, it was the name on her id card.
you give her an easy smile—barely there but the slight turn of the corner of your lips is enough—before turning around and letting out a huff, still catching your breath.
the way up seems to squeeze you in. you get off before her, but you’d like to exchange a simple good morning. it’s kind of hard to say anything to her when she’s in the corner of the elevator and you stand right in the front. you let out another, smaller, huff. you should’ve slept earlier.
with each floor, more people step out and the chance for you to scoot closer opens up. with each person that steps away, you do your best to shuffle a little closer to the pretty girl in the back. a few more stops go by and you’re five floors away from your stop and four people away from it being just you and sana.
two more people leave then, leaving four people left in the elevator—including the two of you.
you suck in the corner of your bottom lip and fidget with the tips of your fingers as you stare at yourself in the reflection. your eyes shift over to her, and she’s staring at you too. you look away quickly, fighting the blush that threatens to rise.
as if the day hadn’t started off awful already; you’re sentenced to your floor and sighing as soon as the doors slide open. sana watches you step off, your head turning just barely to the side as a silent way to acknowledge her—or at least that’s what she thinks.
sana is left with two others, though none catch her eye like you do.
she leans her head against the wall and sighs in defeat.
—
sooyoung is late to pick you up the day after, which happens to be a friday, and this means you won’t see sana until next week.
the rest of work goes terribly. your mood is soiled and your motivation to meet deadlines for whatever marketing strategy you’re tasked with is nearly zero.
…
sana made sure she looked extra nice before heading to the building. she even sprayed an extra spritz of her pricier perfume, only to be consumed by disappointment when you weren’t in the same elevator as her.
just when she thought this was going somewhere.
she groans and sends momo a quick text:
extra shot of espresso in my americano pls
:-(
elevator lady isn’t here
—
“yes, yes,” you fight back a sigh, “i’ve laid out an outline already, i’m just waiting on nayeon and jeongyeon to add their own input.”
your boss gives you a look—eyes narrowing and pursed lips—before giving you an accepting nod. she puts a hand on your shoulder and says, “i’ll be waiting on that email then. have a good weekend y/n.”
the day is finally over once you’ve compiled everything you need to submit an outline for one of your marketing projects. you’re not sure where it’s going since you had only been handed a simple prompt and task, but you could care less because the week is finally over.
despite your day not being the best, you’ve still got your spirits up because of the events that are planned for tomorrow: dinner at your parents’ house for your mother’s birthday.
you have a wonderful plan and itinerary for the evening and tomorrow morning that requires a lot of time, care, and effort. even though you’re tired, your shoulders are slightly slumped, and there’s a mild headache that makes you wince every few minutes—you’re willing to push through and bring a smile to your mother’s face.
sooyoung picks you up and takes you back home—though not without hearing you complain about your day and popping one of the spare headache pills she has in her car—which takes about twenty minutes with traffic. you unwind once you’re back at your apartment, throwing your jacket at the couch before sighing and quickly changing into something more comfortable. then, you take a five minute break to lay down on the couch before swiftly getting up and grabbing your tote bag.
your mom’s favorite baked goods are your salted butter rolls and coconut custard buns, which you’re very low on ingredients for, so your first task is to head to the grocery store. the store is three blocks away, so it’s not too much of a hassle to get there. as you walk down the pavement you think about getting a few extra ingredients to make yourself a nice dinner because you deserve it.
once you head in, it’s pretty busy inside. there are a few lines for each register as people stop by on the way home from work, but it’s not overwhelmingly crowded or anything. you grab a basket and head toward the section for baking ingredients before making your way toward where the butter is. apparently you’re too focused and excited to retrieve your butter that you accidentally bump into someone with your basket.
“i’m sorry,” you apologize quickly.
surprised, beautiful brown eyes meet yours when you turn to see who you’ve run into:
sana.
she stands there taken aback just as much as you are before flashing a friendly smile. the world stops, you stand there like an idiot, and finally smile back.
“hi.” she says, her gaze caressing every part of your face.
you scan her for a moment and forget how to breathe in the process. it seems like every single stolen glance and accidental eye contact on the elevator led to this exact moment; you and sana meeting while you look like you’re ready for a night in and with her still looking as gorgeous as ever in her work attire.
“hi,” you begin. “i’m y/n.”
she hums, grinning wider. “i see you often in the elevator.”
“me too.” you tell her.
“i didn’t expect to run into you here.” she says.
"me neither."
“do you live nearby?”
“a few blocks down, yes.” you nod. “did you… just get off work?”
“yes. i had to work overtime, unfortunately.”
“aw, sorry to hear.” you say, then break away from her gaze momentarily. “your name is… sana? am i correct? sorry i— i remember seeing it on the id you dropped…”
maybe you’re being too forward. you second-guess yourself and think about how odd it is to memorize a detail like that from such a brief interaction. you pray that you don’t come off as a creep. your eyes widen then—what if she thinks you’re stalking her? the elevator and now outside of the building?
sana saves you from overthinking it. “you’re right on that. yes, it’s sana.”
“right.” you reply bashfully before deciding that you should probably grab the butter. “sorry, let me just—”
“oh, sorry.”
“it’s fine.” you say as you grab what you need and place it in the basket.
she glances into your basket and takes note of everything inside. sana doesn’t let the conversation die down.
“what are you making?” she asks, eyes still on the basket. you tilt your head before realizing what she’s looking at.
“oh, i’m making bread.” you mumble, “it’s my mom’s birthday tomorrow and i wanted to make some of her favorites.”
“you’re a baker?” sana questions. she starts to step away toward the produce section and you follow her just like she hoped you would’ve.
“no, no. it’s just a hobby.”
“you must be good if your mom likes it so much.”
“hah, you’re very sweet. i’m nowhere near pastry chef experience though.”
sana laughs and you’re smiling like an even bigger idiot than before.
“maybe… if you’d allow me, i’d love to try some one day.”
your ears perk up and a blush forms on your cheeks at the implication.
“yeah. i wouldn’t mind.”
sana picks up a few apples and puts them in a bag before grabbing a container of berries. you continue to stay by her side while conversing freely, casually, as if it weren’t the first time you two had talked to each other properly.
to think that you spent the last—almost three—months overthinking every single interaction with her made you feel a little stupid, yes, but it also took a large weight off your shoulders. if you could’ve seen into the future, knowing how easy it was to talk to sana, you would’ve spent less time making yourself look extra nice in the mornings.
(not that you didn’t want to, but the effort and time was a it draining for someone you barely knew.)
“hey,” sana says before you two part ways. you’re standing there with a paper bag in your hands and a warmth in your chest just from running into her. “when will i see you again?”
“oh, um,” you think to yourself for a moment before answering, “probably the same days as usual.”
“hm, i see.” sana hums, then puts out her hand. “let me give you my number.”
“i– your number?”
she laughs and you swear you can see a slight flush on her face. “i think you’re insanely cute and i’d like to see you again on the elevator, as well as outside of it—if you’re willing.”
sana’s smiling at you now, waiting for you to unlock your phone and hand her an empty contact but you can’t really move at the moment. she takes out her phone instead and hands it to you, which snaps you out of it. her manicured nail nearly grazes your hand when you grab her phone to type your number in. you pretend to ignore the chill it sends through your body and you call your number to make sure it’s correct before handing the phone back.
“i’d like to see you outside of the elevator too, sana.”
she’s still smiling when she says, “perfect. and i’m hoping that we’ll reach a point where i’ll get to try your bread.”
you laugh, “i can bring you some on monday?”
“8:30?”
“i’ll wait for you in the lobby.”
she smirks then. “how chivalrous.”
“well,” you begin, squeezing the handle of the paper bag in your hand a bit tighter, “the pretty woman i’ve been eyeing for months now finally talked to me—i think i can handle a little bit more waiting.”
“you’re even cuter by the second.” she admits with a charmed smile. “i’ll see you, y/n. have a good weekend.”
“you too, sana.”
—
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sana types away at her laptop, conjuring up rushed draft for a last-minute article that needs to be reviewed. she reaches over for the cup of coffee on her desk only to remember she finished it half an hour ago.
mina and momo left for lunch a minute ago and sana was supposed to join them, but insisted on finishing up her work first so she wouldn’t have to work overtime. there’s a pout on her face that continues to grow, as well as the crease her brows create as she concentrates hard.
fifteen minutes fly by and sana has four decently written paragraphs done—she tells herself it’s fine if it’s a bit botched because it’s a draft—before she feels a tap on her shoulder.
she continues to type, muttering a, “hold on,” before finishing up another paragraph without turning her head once.
when she’s finally done, she glances behind her and melts at the sight of you.
“y/n,” she says as if you had just descended from the sky.
“hi.” you greet.
you hand her the small bag in your hands and she tilts her head in confusion. you gesture for her to check what’s inside and she does just that, her eyes widening when she pulls out a warm container.
“y/n, is this—?”
“yes.” you say as she opens up the container to reveal buttered garlic rolls that you finished baking this morning while getting ready. the bread is still warm and the smell relaxes every single muscle in sana’s body. “i know you’ve been stressed since you got the promotion and heavier workload… and it’s been a few months since we started dating, so i wanted to, you know,”
sana stands up and immediately pecks your lips, not minding anyone around her since they’re either gone or too busy still finishing up their work to notice anything. she kisses you on both cheeks before holding one side of your face in her hands, her soft skin resting against your cheek.
“thank you so much.”
“it’s nothing.”
“it’s everything.” she responds, making you giggle.
sana finds you a chair so you can sit next to her before digging in. you watch her physically sink into the seat after the first bite.
“good?”
“y/n,” she starts, still chewing her food. she looks like an adorable hamster looking at you with a sparkle in her eye. “the first day you waited for me in the lobby with bread i knew you were the one for me.”
“yeah?”
“yes.”
“is bread all it takes to win you over?”
“it helped,” she jokes, taking another bite. “but you’re just so, so amazing.”
“i think that’s the bread you consumed talking.”
“no,” she argues back. “it’s my heart. and my heart also says that we should have dinner at my place tonight.”
you laugh again. “whatever you want is fine with me.”
she continues to finish her food, offering you bites as well and feeing you in the process, before saying,
𑣲 content. tutor!sana, flirting to smut, learning a language (jp), praising, degrading, dirty talk, fingering, thigh riding, squirting, exhibitionism..?, sensory play-ish, lmk if i missed anything!
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summary. mina said sana was an effective tutor. she didn’t say anything about wandering hands, whispered phrases you’re not meant to understand, or how quickly lessons would turn into something else entirely. but hey—at least you’re learning something.
from jenn. uhh i spent like all of my free time writing this one anddd BIG thank you to @cry4mina for basically carrying the plot on her back.. she kept feeding me ideas and this is what it turned into!! this was just an excuse for me to write sana speaking in her native language cuz i am severely DOWN BAD. like. it HAD to be done. for research purposes. obviously. okay i’ll shut up now
The doorbell rang at exactly 2:00 PM. You were expecting a tutor—someone with a briefcase and maybe a cardigan. But when you pulled open the door, the air in your lungs shifted.
“Hi! You must be Y/N!”
Sana stood there, looking exactly like the photo Mina had sent you, only ten times more lethal in person. Her long black coat was open, revealing a glimpse of a blush pink top and a skirt that seemed to exist only to show off her legs.
“Mina told me all about you,” Sana chirped, stepping inside with a swirl of expensive floral-scented perfume. “She said you’re brilliant but... struggling with your Japanese? I’m Sana!”
“I... yeah. Hi. Come in,” you stammered, closing the door and feeling suddenly very underdressed in your own home.
Sana didn’t wait for a tour. She walked straight to your living room and settled onto the sofa, crossing her legs. She patted the cushion right next to her.
“So,” she began, her eyes scanning your face, lingering a bit too long on your lips before meeting your gaze again. “Mina says you want to move overseas? To Japan? That’s a big dream, Y/N.”
“I’ve always wanted to live there,” you said, sitting down. “I just… the grammar is so hard. And the pronunciation feels impossible.”
“Oh, don’t worry about the grammar yet,” Sana murmured, reaching out and brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. Her fingers were warm, and she didn’t pull them back immediately. “We’ll start with the phonetics. I want to see how you move your mouth. It’s the most important part of the language, you know?”
She leaned in, her shoulder pressing against yours as she pulled a notebook from her bag. “Did Mina tell you I was a strict teacher? Or a fun one?”
“She just said you were… effective,” you managed to say, your heart doing a slow somersault at the way Sana bit her lip.
“Effective,” Sana repeated, a giggle escaping her. “I like that. I think we’re going to be very effective together, Y/N.”
She had moved closer, “Japanese is a very rhythmic language, Y/N,” Sana murmured, her voice warm. “If you get the vowels wrong, the whole meaning changes. You have to be very precise.”
You nodded, your heart doing a nervous thrum. You were determined to do this right. You weren’t a slacker; you were serious about this move. So, naturally, you did the only logical thing a student would do: you locked your eyes onto her face.
You watched her intently. Not because she told you to, but because you needed to see how her tongue hit the back of her teeth, how her lips rounded or flattened with every syllable.
Sana was demonstrating the basic greetings, and you found yourself transfixed by the way her plush, glossy lips moved. You were so locked in on the shape of her mouth that you barely heard the words. You were tracing the curve of her cupid’s bow in your mind, noting the way her bottom lip looked soft enough to bruise.
Sana noticed.
She didn’t say a word about it. She didn’t call you out. But she leaned in another inch, her eyes darkening. If you wanted to watch her mouth, she was going to give you a show.
As you struggled to repeat a particularly tricky phrase, Sana slowly ran her tongue over her bottom lip, leaving it glistening under the living room lights. She drew out the sounds, her gaze dropping to your own mouth.
“Try again,” she whispered, her voice sounding like honey.
When you stumbled over the pronunciation, Sana just bit her lower lip—hard enough to leave a pale mark—and watched you with hunger. She leaned even closer, the soft fabric of her blush pink blouse brushing against your arm, her fingers tracing the edge of the sofa cushion right next to your thigh.
“I... I should get us some water,” you managed to choke out, the heat suddenly becoming too much to handle. You needed to break the circuit. “Do you want some, Sana-san?”
“Sana-chan.” she corrected and let out a giggle, her eyes sparkling as she watched you scramble off the sofa. “Yes. Water sounds perfect. My throat is getting very dry.”
The cool air of the kitchen was a relief, but your hands were still trembling as you reached for the glasses. You could feel Sana’s gaze on your back.
The sound of the ice hitting the glass was punctuated by the melodic chime of Sana’s phone back in the living room. You heard the sofa cushions shift, and then her voice.
“Moshi moshi?” Sana answered, her voice dropping.
You leaned against the counter while filling the glass. Sana was leaning back, one arm draped over the top of the sofa, her heels digging into your carpet. She wasn’t looking at her phone. She was looking at you.
She let out a low, wicked laugh, her eyes traveling slowly from your head, down your spine, and lingering on the curve of your hips.
“Aa, sou da ne,” she said into the receiver, her voice rising just enough for you to hear over the running water. “Demo, kono ko... sugoku kawaii yo.” (She’s extremely cute, you know)
You froze. You knew that word. Everyone knew Kawaii. Cute.
Sana shifted her legs as she reached out to trace slow circles on the sofa cushion—right where you had been sitting moments ago.
“Hontou ni…” she murmured, “Kisu shitai na. Gaman dekinai kurai, kisu shitai.” (I want to kiss her. I want to kiss her so much I can’t help it)
You didn’t know the grammar, but those syllables hit you like a physical touch.
Kisu. Kiss.
Shitai. Want to.
She wanted to kiss you. She was telling someone on the phone, while looking at you dead in the eye, that she wanted to kiss you so badly she couldn’t stand it.
“Honto, tabechaitai kurai da yo…” (Honestly, I could eat her up) she finished with a final, lingering look that made your skin feel like it was on fire, before snapping her phone shut.
You stood there, the water overflowing the glass and spilling onto your hand, your face burning shade of scarlet. You had to go back out there. You had to sit next to her.
“Y/N-chan?” Sana’s voice drifted in from the living room, sounding perfectly innocent again. “Is the water ready?”
The walk back to the sofa felt like it took a lifetime. You set the glasses down on the coffee table with a shaky clink, your face still red. You tried to keep your eyes on the glass, but Sana was already shifting.
“You look a little overwhelmed, Y/N-chan,” Sana murmured, setting the glass down and leaning in until your shoulders touched. “Maybe the basics are too boring for you? Should we move on to something more expressive?”
“I’m fine,” you managed to choke out, sitting as far back as the sofa would allow. “Just... thirsty.”
Sana giggles, setting her glass down and leaning in. “Good. Because I want to see how much you’ve actually learned today. Let’s do a little comprehension test.”
She didn’t open the notebook. She reached out and traced a slow, deliberate circle on your thigh.
“I'm going to say a few things in Japanese,” she whispered. “Don’t worry about the grammar. Just tell me... how it makes you feel.”
She leaned in closer, her breath hot against your skin. “Kimi no koto, hontou ni daki-shimetai. Kono ato, beddo de nani shiyou ka?” (I really want to hold you. What should we do in bed later?)
You stared at her, your brain a complete and total question mark. “I... I have no idea what you just said. Was that about food?”
Sana burst out laughing, a bright sound that made her shoulders shake. “Food? Not even close.”
“Let’s try again,” she cooed, her hand sliding an inch higher on your thigh, her fingers curling slightly. “Ima, kimochi ii? Motto... hageshiku shite hoshii?” (Does it feel good right now? Do you want me to... do it more intensely?)
Your heart stopped. You didn’t know the whole sentence, but there was one specific, jagged word—the one that always preceded a total breakdown in those videos.
“Kimochi…” you whispered, your voice trembling. “I know that one. It means... it feels good, right?”
Sana froze for a split second, a flash of surprise crossing her face. She leaned in until her lips were grazing your earlobe, her hand finally sliding fully under the fabric of your shorts, her palm molding to your heat.
“Oh?” she rasped, her voice a low, dangerous velvet. “And where exactly did my student learn a word like that? Was that in the travel brochure, Y/N?”
She didn’t wait for your stuttered excuse. Her hand, already warm against your thigh, began to move with a slow, agonizing deliberation. She leaned in, her lips finding the sensitive cord of your neck, planting soft, open-mouthed kisses that made your head tilt back instinctively.
Sana kept mumbling words you didn’t understand but felt in the pit of your stomach.
“Kore wa?” she murmured, her breath hot against your throat as her fingers grazed the very edge of your panties. “Kore mo, kimochi ii n desu ka?” (Is this? Does this also feel good?)
You couldn’t answer. Your hands flew to her shoulders, your fingers digging into the soft fabric of her blouse as you tried to ground yourself. You let out a broken, needy sound—a jagged gasp that was the only language you had left.
Sana let out a low, predatory hum at the sound. “That’s it, Y/N. Give me more of that.”
She didn’t stop. With one smooth, practiced motion, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of your shorts and panties, sliding them down just enough—just enough to get the access she wanted, pinning you against the sofa cushions with the weight of her gaze.
“Hora, mite…” she whispered, her voice a wrecked, airy rasp as she looked down at what she’d uncovered. "Sugoku nureteru n janai. Hontou ni, hageshiku shite hoshii no ne?" (Look… you’re so wet, aren’t you? You really want me to do it roughly, don’t you?)
She slid two fingers inside you in one smooth motion, the sudden stretch making you cry out her name. Sana didn’t go slow; she started at a relentless pace.
“Sana.. ahh fuck!” you sobbed, your vision blurring.
Sana didn’t let up. Her fingers were a relentless blur inside you, driving into your heat with a speed that made your breath come in short hitches. You were a mess of broken Japanese and desperate gasps, your fingers digging into her sleeves as you arched off the sofa cushions, trying to meet her pace.
“Motto... hageshiku…” (More... roughly...) you sobbed, the words you’d learned from those late night videos finally falling from your lips in a needy plea.
Sana let out a growl at the sound of you finally using the words she taught you. She leaned in, her teeth nipping at the sensitive skin of your shoulder, before her gaze drifted to the glass on the coffee table.
“You’re so hot, Y/N,” she reached out and grabbed the glass. You watched, dazed and trembling, as she used her tongue to fish out a single, jagged cube of ice. She held it between her mouth.
She leaned back over you, her free hand cupping your jaw to tilt your head back.
“Open,” she commanded through the chill.
When you obeyed, she pressed her mouth to yours. She pushed the cube into your mouth, her lips sealing over yours to catch the meltwater as it trickled down.
“Tsumetai?” (Is it cold?) she whispered against your lips as she pulled back, watching you shiver. She didn’t wait for an answer. While you were still reeling from the freezing sensation in your mouth, Sana redoubled her efforts below. She curled her fingers deep inside you, hitting that specific, sensitive spot with a sudden, heavy pressure that made your eyes roll back.
The contrast was too much—the freezing ice melting against your tongue while a literal wildfire was starting between your thighs.
Sana was taking her precious time now, pulling her fingers nearly all the way out just to trace slow, agonizing circles around your opening with her damp fingertips before plunging back in.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
The chime of Sana’s phone cut through your hazy consciousness. You expected her to ignore it, but she reached for her phone on the coffee table. She didn’t even check the caller ID before sliding it open and pressing it to her ear, all while her other hand redoubled its pace inside you.
“Moshi moshi, Mina-chan?” Sana chirped, her voice sounding maddeningly casual, even as her knuckles grazed deep inside you.
“Sana? Is the tutoring session actually happening?” Mina’s voice was soft but clear in the quiet room. “I’ve been trying to get a hold of you. What is that sound? Are you with a hook-up? Sana! Tell me you’re actually at Y/N’s!”
You let out a loud, broken moan as Sana’s thumb rubbed your clit, her fingers curling. The sound was unmistakable.
“Oh, Y/N?” Sana murmured into the phone, her eyes locked on your glazed ones as she watched you unravel. “She’s right here, Mina-chan. She’s just having a very difficult time with her oral exercises. The pronunciation is making her quite breathless, isn’t it, Y/N?”
“If you’re with someone, hang up!” Mina huffed, sounding both annoyed and suspicious.
You were beyond caring about Mina; your hands were frantic, reaching up to fumble with the delicate ties of Sana’s blouse. You needed the fabric gone. You needed her skin against yours.
“Ah-ah,” Sana scolded softly, pulling the phone away from her lips for a split second but not hanging up. “Don’t be a brat, Y/N. A good student doesn’t ruin the teacher’s clothes just because she’s losing her mind.”
Mina was still talking, but Sana was too focused on your needy body to really listen. “She’s definitely learning something,” she muttered into the phone.
You whimpered, grinding desperately against her hand, barely able to process that Mina could literally hear everything.
“Mina-chan? Sorry, Y/N is being very demanding right now. I’ll call you back later~” Sana tossed the phone aside without caring where it landed, her full attention finally on you. “Where were we?”
Your hips were moving on their own, a frantic, stuttering rhythm as you tried to keep that feeling alive.
“Oh?” Sana murmured, she felt the way you were chasing her hand, your body doing all the heavy lifting while she simply watched you with hunger. “You don’t even need me to move, do you? You’re doing all the work yourself, Y/N.”
She curled her fingers one last time before pulling her hand completely away.
The void she left was agonizing. You let out a broken, needy whine, your hands reaching out to grab her wrists, but Sana was already shifting. She sat up straight as she gave her thigh a pat.
“Since you’re so eager to move,” she whispered, her eyes locked on yours. “Come here.”
You didn’t hesitate. You crawled forward, your knees dragging across the sofa cushions until you were straddling her right leg, your wet pussy meeting her bare skin.
Sana’s hands coming up to your waist—not to hold you, but to guide the pace. As you began to grind against her thigh, seeking the heat, she reached for the hem of your top. In one swift, effortless motion, she pulled it over your head and tossed it into the pile with her phone.
Sana breathed, her eyes traveling over your exposed skin with a look of pure possession.
She reached for the delicate ties of her own blouse. You watched, transfixed, as she slowly undid them, the silk falling open to reveal her shoulders and the lace of her bra. You reached out, your fingers fumbling to help her, your skin finally meeting hers as she pulled you flush against her chest.
The moment your bare skin collided with hers, your mouth finding hers in a frantic, sloppy mess of teeth and flavored gloss. It was desperate and uncoordinated, your tongues tangling with a raw hunger.
Sana let out a low, muffled groan into the kiss, her hands moving from your waist to your back, pulling you so flush against her that you could feel every rhythmic thud of her heart.
You were grinding against her thigh like your life depended on it. You were completely undone, your fingers digging into the soft skin of her shoulders, clinging to her as the only solid thing in a world that was spinning out of control.
Sana didn’t stop you. She didn’t even try to take over. She pulled back from the kiss just enough to watch you. Her eyes were heavy-lidded—like she was watching a particularly entertaining show on TV.
“So loud. So greedy. Is this what you wanted to learn, Y/N?” she rasped, her voice wrecked.
While you were lost in the haze of the friction, Sana’s fingers moved with a ghost-like precision. You didn’t even feel her reach for the clasp of your bra. One moment you were constricted, and the next, the tension snapped. The lace fell away, and Sana’s cool palms immediately moved up to cup your tits, her thumbs grazing your nipples that made your back arch.
“So sensitive…” she whispered, her thumbs circling your nipples almost mockingly slow compared to the desperate speed of your hips grinding against her thigh. “You’re riding my thigh like a puppy in heat. Does it feel good? Rubbing that desperate clit all over my thigh?”
Your hips stilled for only a second, mortified by the brutal accuracy of her words—riding her thigh like a puppy in heat. That’s exactly what you were doing. You were so lost in the sensation, so embarrassingly desperate to finish, that you didn’t even care anymore.
“Yes,” you gasped, your voice raw and wrecked. “It... it feels so good…”
“Is that so?” she purred, her voice a low, dangerous velvet. “Then don’t stop now, baby. If it feels so good, tell me why. Tell me what you’ve been thinking about since I walked through that door.”
You didn’t just tell her; you unraveled. Every filtered thought, every observation you’d tried to hide behind the notebook came spilling out.
“You’re so... pretty, Sana,” you sobbed, your hips resuming that frantic, unhinged grind against her bare thigh. “I couldn’t even look at the book. All I could see were your lips... I wanted to see how they’d look bruised. I wanted to see you look at me like this.”
“You’re so fucking sexy,” you gasped, your fingers digging into her shoulders. “The way you look on your blouse... the way you smell... I wanted to rip it off the second you sat down. I wanted to be your little puppy. I wanted you to ruin me.”
“Y/N…”
“You’re the hottest woman I’ve ever seen,” you continued. “I don’t care about the Japanese lessons. I just want to feel you. I want your fingers back inside me. I want to taste you. Please... Sana, please.”
Her eyes darkened with lust as you poured out your filthy thoughts. Without a word, she slipped her fingers back inside you. You cried out, hips jerking violently against her hand.
She fucked you mercilessly with her fingers. You were so wet that her fingers slipped in and out with ease, making wet, squelching noises that only seemed to drive her on. “Keep talking, baby.”
Your breath hitched as she curled her fingers, hitting your g-spot with perfect precision. “I-I’m… you’re going to make me squirt,” you whimpered, your hips bucking against her hand. “I want to soak your pretty fingers, Sana.”
Her eyes flashed with dirty images at your request. She immediately changed the angle of her fingers to hit harder and deeper. Your body shuddered, your pussy making wet, sloshing noises that told her exactly how horny you were. “Like this?”
“Mmm... yes!” you cried out, your legs trembling as she fucked you relentlessly. Your orgasm builds quickly, the pressure in your core growing intense. “I’m gonna... I’m gonna fucking—hngh, Sana…” You panted desperately.
At your desperate plea, she pressed her fingers deeper. Your pussy spasmed violently, gushing all over her hand like a broken faucet. You screamed, your body convulsing as you squirted everywhere, soaking the couch and her hand.
She kept fucking you through your orgasm, making you squirt over and over until you were a sobbing, twitching mess. Once you finally stopped squirting, she slowly pulled her fingers out, bringing them to her mouth to suck off your juices. “Mmm... you taste so good, baby.”
She pulled you close, letting you collapse against her chest. Her soft hands stroked your hair gently as you trembled through the aftershocks. She pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.
She felt you shiver against her, your muscles still too wobbly to even consider sitting up. With a soft giggle, Sana shifted slightly, her arm tightening around your waist to keep you from sliding off as she reached toward the coffee table. Her fingers snagged the box of tissues.
“Stay still, baby,” she whispers.
She began to wipe you up that felt maddeningly intimate. Every gentle swipe of the tissue against your sensitive, aching pussy made your breath hitch, your fingers digging onto her arms for support. You were so far gone, so completely drained, that you just let her do it, your head lolling against her shoulder.
“I... I think I need a minute,” you managed to choke out, your voice sounding like it had been dragged through gravel. “My legs... they won’t work.”
She hummed softly at that, clearly pleased, her fingers slowing to a gentle, absentminded trace along your thigh. “That’s okay,” she murmured, pressing one last kiss into your hairline. “But you’re still very behind with our lessons.”
Pure Filthy Smut with the smallest pinch of fluff in the super beginning and then some fluff at the end but like real small.
Summary: Mina and you are having a cute cozy afternoon building legos together before going to dinner at Jihyo's when suddenly things take a turn as the tension between you builds due to an unexpected dominant streak from your beloved girlfriend.
TW: this is literally just fucking. If that’s not something you want to read, please don’t! Mina is meaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan ooof mean bark bark bark. Aggressive, domme, mean "hold you down, I love it when you struggle and cry" kinda spicy. Slapping pussy, cum swapping, edging, degrading, pinning down, marking, choking, condescending, Mina tells reader she loves it when she struggles under her (This is all consensual btw), reader gets used, degradation, mommy kink, lots of edging and teasing yes. ALSO BREEDING KINK MENTIONED. Strapless straps, Mina says she’s gonna take whats hers whewwwww, uhmmmmm yeaaaaaaah heyyy guys this is feral. BIG TW! This is aggressive and might be triggering for some people so pleaseeeeeeeeeee read with caution!!!
A/N: Hiiiiiii you beautiful humans! Sorry I've been MIA! Here is the Lego Mina fic that was promised! Sorry if it's not my best work, it's been a very long time since I've written anything. I hope you enjoy this feral thing that the ovulation demon encouraged me to write! (Pls feel free to tell me if u like it or hate it or if i need to write some practice fics before I start posting again lololol)
(And also happy 2 years to this blog and I'm so grateful to all of you who take time out of your day to read my works and interact with me! <3)
A mid-winter afternoon, snow lightly falling outside of your 20th story apartment sticking to the railing of the balcony where you spent most mornings enjoying a warm cup of coffee. A calm and cozy hang out is taking place right in view of the falling ice.
You and Mina are sprawled out on the floor in the living room in front of the slider connecting to the balcony, attempting to build a Lego garden. There’s soft music playing in the background and open snacks lay nearby, waiting for both of you to take a bite.
Not really being one for LEGOs, you’re struggling. Mina loves them, and you love her, so when she asked if you wanted to spend the day building four different plant sets, the answer was an obvious yes.
It was easy to see the confusion painted on your face, the instructions read to you like they might be in another language and you were starting to get annoyed with how slow you were moving.
Meanwhile, she’s building another more complex set intuitively.
Diligently reading the instruction manual of one of the sets, your brows furrow in concentration as you try to make sense of the words and pictures before you. Hearing a muffled giggle coming from beside you, you turn your head to glance over at Mina, who is laying on her stomach just like you were, propped up on one elbow with messy hair dangling and shielding parts of her face.
“You’re so cute,” she whispers with a bright, gummy smile while she’s confidently putting pieces together, the instruction manual sitting undisturbed next to her.
“What do you meaaaaan?” It comes out whinier than you intend, and you immediately regret it.
“That’s what I mean.” Mina puts the pieces down in front of her before tucking that messy strand of hair behind her ear and turning her head to face you.
Her eyes sharpen with intensity. Like the flip of a switch when she heard you whine out, that makes you melt on the spot.
Clapping the book shut with frustration, you fold your arms in front of you, dropping your head in them to cover your face and take a moment to try and hide your cheeks from giving you away.
“You’re distracting…you know that?” Mina’s voice dips into something you recognize immediately.
“We have a dinner party to go to tonight at Jihyo’s…and I want to finish these before we go.” almost like she’s scolding you.
That deeper knowing inflection that when spoken, always causes you to blush uncontrollably…
“And someone…” her jaw tenses.
“…wants to distract me…”
Mina’s gaze drifts down to your mouth and when it returns to your eyes?
It’s slower.
Hungrier.
Her lips curling at the ends creates a small window to flash not only her teeth, but her intentions.
The glimmer of lust alone was enough to push all other thoughts out of your mind. Feeling the heat roar in your stomach as you both taste the thick, passion coated tension that began to dance like a wildfire turning trees to ash before your very eyes.
Submissive Mina was always obedient. Soft, gentle, and pliable. Pathetically desperate, begging for you more often than not with a hint of brat intertwined between her pleas for more.
That version of her was the one that showed up more often than not.
Sometimes, however, she would slip into something else entirely.
Dominant Mina felt like a torturous warning.
The stark difference between the two was something hard to fathom. Stoic expressions paint a vivid, graceful picture in the way she held herself as she slipped into her domme headspace.
A single look could have you panting, a single touch and you’d whimper for it. The way her eyes zeroed in on you with precision, you could almost see the story unfolding behind them as she calculated her next move.
When she was in these moods, she was harsh and cruel in a flavor so sweet, so tempting that it didn’t matter how much she degraded you, tossed you around or edged you. It would only push you deeper into a submissive headspace.
Rolling over to close off the distance between the two of you knowing she would take the hint. You look up as your bodies bump together softly, bringing you face to face.
“No, really…What do you mean, baby?” gently biting your lip, knowing that playing dumb would push her buttons.
“You know what I mean.” there’s a grit beneath her words, almost like she was trying to hide behind her angelic tone and lure you into a trap.
Hunting.
Waiting.
Giving you the opportunity to back down…or to push her past her seemingly close breaking point.
It makes you ache…it makes you want more.
Leaning in, you start kissing her neck lightly. Mina moans at your lips on her skin before you bite down, gently at first…but between those sweet kisses and bites was permission, maybe even a silent beg for her to act on the temptation.
Biting is a weakness of hers, the harder the better. It was provocation that she couldn’t help but whimper at every time your teeth decided on a point to lay in to.
A throb that with every sound she lets out pulsates with every beat of your heart and makes its way to your clit, you hum at the feeling before clenching your thighs together subtly.
The want.
The desire.
The glare she can’t seem to hide.
“What was that?” Mina leans in, your bodies are so close you can feel her breathing.
Her now half lidded eyes and the victorious smirk say it all…
She wanted you to give in…she knew you would.
She reaches her hand down to tilt your head up to hers.
Her attempt to shield you from her urges failed in the most successful way possible as you relax your neck and let her guide your face up to her.
Hesitating to say anything, you try to bury your face in her neck but her delicate fingers hold you steady, not allowing you to escape her grip.
“Nothing.” escaping as a light whisper.
“Nothing?” Mina repeats back to you through clenched teeth as her grip tightens enough to hitch your breath.
A shiver runs through you.
Mina’s eyes flash when she feels it reverberate.
“Fuck” whimpered out, causing her smirk to grow even further.
“Oh, is that what that is?” taunting you at how easy you give yourself away.
Mina leans over just enough for her lips to brush your ear.
” You haven’t seen this side of me for some time, have you, darling?”
Suddenly, she sits up.
Mina removes her sweater, exposing the lack of shirt or bra under it. The warmth of your cheeks gradually becoming more visible as she tosses the sweater to the side.
Her eyes change again, something dark and lustful behind them shines out like a siren call, ushering you forward towards her.
The glance prompts you to sit up for her and you comply without hesitation.
“You’re so good for me already?” seductive tone eliciting another shiver from you.
“Obedient without me having to ask.” voice seductively low, leaning into lay harsh bites on your neck eliciting a guttural moan from you.
Before you can even try to taunt her further, she kisses you.
Hard.
In seconds, she’s laying on top of you as your mouths openly tangle. Pinning your arms down, her thigh slips between your legs, the pressure all too deliberate as she marks up your neck even more.
Your hips instinctively grind down on her.
Mina hummed into your skin followed by a giggle before coming face to face with you again, looking directly into your eyes…you feel your soul lurch from you,
“Oh, honey.” whispered into your mouth.
“I can feel how much you want this…” Mina’s hands dragging up your cheeks and tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear.
“I can feel your pretty little cunt crying for me.” kissing you one last time before harshly grabbing the collar of your sweater.
“Get up!” hissed as she tugs the soft fabric, nearly bringing you to your feet with her.
Her hands lightning fast, almost too fast, as she rips your clothes from you, leaving nothing but your underwear.
Her mouth is back on you but with a very different touch. The roughness leaves you gasping.
Mina’s hand runs up the base of your neck, gently gripping your hair to keep you in place. Her expression is unchanged as she trails her lips aggressively up your neck, placing sharp bites between them, and plants an open-mouthed kiss right on your jaw.
“You are at my mercy now, baby.” breathed with another kiss following, this one more forceful than the last.
“…and I know that you’re going to do what I tell you, right? Hm?” even without looking at her face, you could feel her eyebrows raise.
She’s met with silence, the same silence she likes to break.
“…I’m waiting.” velvety smooth as she gives you another chance to respond.
Another beat of silence passes between you.
Displeasure oozes onto her face, dripping with lust and devious intentions. Dominance sharpening her glare with each passing second, your panties flood with pure want as your eyes sneak a look at her all-consuming aura.
Mina’s hand darts for your throat, giving you a squeeze…not enough to hurt but enough to remind you exactly what this was…who she was.
She is adjusting you to look directly at her again. Jaw clenching with a sneer on her face that was so subtly ferocious, it could’ve shattered any brat who crossed her.
“I need you to understand something, sweet girl.” Her thumb strokes your jaw like she’s soothing you while she’s threatening you.
“You. Belong. To. Me.”
“Oh, fuck.” slurred out from your lips as you press your thighs together to get some form of friction, wanting the ache calm a little so you don’t lose your composure anymore than you already have.
Mina’s other hand slaps your thigh—hard—forcing you open.
“…and you know you belong to me.” Another slap, even with the calmness in her voice.
“Your orgasms are mine” running her finger along your cloth covered slit, teasing you maliciously.
“…This pretty little cunt is mine.” Growled as her forehead presses against yours, forcing eye contact even further.
“You do not cum without permission, you do not touch without permission and you know I’m patient enough to make sure that you get exactly what you deserve when you act like this.” Slapping the front of your panties enough to splatter your now entirely obvious wet spot on your thighs.
“You are my toy and I will do whatever I want with you, do you understand?” another slap, this one way harder than the first, eliciting the most pathetic whimper you’ve ever made.
Mina’s eyes widening at the sound, almost breaking her for a moment, before falling back into her role.
“Make that sound again.” murmured as she remembers her control.
“But this time, make it slower…fuck, you’re so pretty for me.” as she leans her head down to roll your nipple into her mouth, putting slight pressure on your pussy.
Trembling with want, you start rutting against her finger, pushing your weight down so the fabric hits right where it needs to.
“That’s how we are going to be today?” the calmness in her voice makes your stomach drop as she bites your boob aggressively.
“Bitch” Breathed out with a whimper, signaling you very much enjoy this.
Oh no.
“That’s what you want, hm?! You want to push me like that today?!” her grip on your throat gets tighter again, her eyebrow rising with frustration and you know that means you’re in trouble.
She was going to make this excruciating.
Mina leads you to the bedroom, steering you down the hallway and through the bedroom door until the back of your thighs hit the mattress.
“Just remember…” her eyes squint before she lets go of you only to push you down on the mattress, bouncing as you land on the black comforter adorning your shared bed.
“You decided this, darling.” gathering her hair and throwing it into a messy bun quickly to get it out of the way, she slips off the sweatpants in a flash, her thong falls off with it, now completely nude.
A weak attempt to sit up proves impossible.
“No.” Mina’s palm presses your shoulder, forcing you flat on your back and forcing your knees apart.
Mina pulled your panties to the side and asks you a very simple question.
“Why do we listen? Hm?” one of her finger's hovers over your soaked pussy, waiting for you to take this second chance.
“Becau-” a slap to your cunt cuts you off midsentence along with a guttural moan , the stinging setting in with each passing breath as you clench around nothing so hard that it’s visible to her.
“Rhetorical question.” said as if she’s bored followed by another smack.
“You listen because I am, what?” patiently waiting for a very specific answer.
“Y-you’re…” Mina moves to be between your legs, resting your thighs at her waist, forcing you to keep your legs open.
“I’m…? I am what?” hand raising to show you she’s not going to let up until you give her what she wants.
“M-Mommy” murmured to her, squirming as she tightens her grip around one of your legs.
“Good girl…” domineering as she kneels down and licks your pussy with slow deliberate strokes.
You lean into her tongue before she kisses your clit one single time and places your panties over your dripping core, a cruel barrier placed back.
“Fuck, please!” breathily whispered out to her as tears well up in the corners of your eyes. The ache was consuming and there was no fighting it.
You needed her.
You needed her inside of you.
Mina crawls up your body and pins your shoulders with her knees, giving you a close, torturous view of the slick trailing down her inner thighs.
Lifting your neck and sticking your tongue out, you’re unsuccessful in tasting her. You huff out in frustration.
“Look what you do to me, baby.” running a finger over herself and offering it to you as a treat. You lick it ravenously, not wanting to waste a single drop.
“You’re so…pathetic.” giggling to herself maliciously as she brings her hand back to her clit to rub small circles around it.
“Mmmmm, you would do just about anything for me to touch you, wouldn’t you?” head tilting back to let out a breathy moan as she picked up the pace of her pleasure.
Mina’s chest tightens, breath hitching while she grinds her hips against herself viciously.
Losing your mind at the sight, you start trying to flip her, but you are powerless.
“Awh…” Mina taunts, watching you struggle.
“N-Need to taste the mess you made that badly, huh?” thrusting herself forward more, just out of reach.
“You knew it would be like this if you pushed back…shit…But you do know I like my sluts to push back…makes me so wet to see you struggling under me.” condescending snark thrown at you while in such a compromising position causes you to groan, a “complaint” volleyed to your domme.
Moving her hand away, she thrusts forward fluidly as she humps the air in front of your mouth, teasing you and taunting you with what you can’t reach.
“You look so desperate like this.” moaned as she gets off on your hopeless whimpers before lowering her cunt just enough for you to give her a long lick from entrance to clit, swallowing her wetness as your tongue glides between her slit, being sure to flatten your tongue over her bud as it passes.
Mina swears under her breath.
“Stick your tongue out and keep it out!” demand barked at you as she lowered herself further down, forcing your head back into the sheets with her thighs.
“Give me your hands.” holding hers out, shifting her knees forward to the sides of your head.
Reaching up without even thinking, you grab her hands. Mina uses them to balance herself over you before grinding down into your mouth. It’s rough and frantic, like she’s claiming something.
You don’t move, letting her use you, taking what is given happily.
“Fuck” heard through the wet sounds of your tongue meeting her.
“You’re such a good little toy for me, b-baby.” fingers tightening around yours.
Feeling yourself leaking all over the comforter, dripping down your own legs and you buck your hips in rhythm with hers while clenching around nothing.
You want her inside of you almost as much as you want to make her cum down your throat.
Shifting her weight and letting go of your hands, Mina leans back, now using your thighs as support and she continues on.
“You’re going to -oh fuck-” with a hiss as you latch onto her clit to try and distract her from the fact that you were rutting against nothing.
Before you can even think about continuing pleasuring her, she scoots back and sits on your chest, removing herself from your mouth.
Her hand reaching back and slipping your panties to the side again before rolling her fingers lightly over your clit, just for you to squirm under her. Mina sucks air through her teeth at you feeling of you trying to get more friction.
“I told you to stick your tongue out…and as much as I love when you try to take over, If you don’t hold still…I will edge you for days. Do you understand?” huffed out as she presses her fingers harder against you.
“Mommy, p-please.” the ache you feel is almost unbearable, you grind into her digits harshly, causing her to pull back as you moan out for her.
“That’s right, my perfect little slut.” bringing her hand forward so you can see how much of your slick is coating them. Beads of want gathered and dripping from her fingers.
“Beg for me…” she takes her hand and smears her own drenched pussy with your juices.
“Mmmm, so warm.” rubbing her clit right in front of your face.
There’s a pool of her own need gathering on your chest, her desire very palpable as she tortures you through her own pleasure.
“I need to taste you, Mommy…please!” eyes welling up, voice shaky.
“Keep your eyes on my fingers.” Mina orders, rubbing furiously on her pussy.
Slowing down she makes sure she has your attention, when she sits up on her knees right over your face.
Toying with her pussy gently before spreading herself open over you, letting you watch as she dips a single finger inside. Her face contorts as she attempts not to moan, you can see her dominance slipping, faltering and cracking under the desire.
The urges that were once forced to the back of your mind, brought forward only by her cruel edging stirring the feeling and stoking the fire.
Turning into a whining mess, you dig your nails into her thigh while making direct eye contact with her.
“Use your words.” pulling her now drenched fingers out of herself, looking down at you and waiting for your response.
“Fuck me.” breathed out.
Mina allows you to scoot backwards and sit up, taking a seat on your thighs. Dripping with absolute heat, you can feel her slick as it sluggishly trails to your panties that were already completely ruined.
Arms folding around your neck, she leans in and kisses you. Heavily, passionate, practically laying you down on the bed again by leaning all her weight on you.
“Stay here and don’t move a muscle…I don’t want to have to edge you any further so please listen this time or you won’t cum at all.” growled out before she crawls off your lap and reaches into the nightstand drawer, pulling out your favorite toy.
A double ended “strap” on without any straps.
Mina wastes no time, slipping the toy inside herself with a groan of pleasure before turning to you.
“Good girl…you finally listened…” tangling her fingers into the waistband of your ruined panties and practically ripping them off you, she pulls you by your thighs to the side of the bed with your soaked cunt where she needs it.
Mina rubs the toy along your slit. Up and down, painfully slow, catching your entrance every other stroke or so just to make you shiver with anticipation.
“Mina…plea- oh FUCK” right before you could beg again, she thrusts in, all at once.
“M-Mommy!” cried out, body arching as she starts pounding. Deep, rel
“That’s right baby. You take me so fucking well.”
“Look at you, flushed and -oh fuck- crying under me.” moaning into your ear while she pounds into you.
Tears trickling down your cheeks as you bring your legs up to give her better access. Bodies pressed together becoming inseparable, Mina takes a hand and tugs your hair back to sink her teeth into your neck aggressively, marking you up and leaving no room for anyone to ask who you belong to.
“Such a good…” one particularly harsh thrust has you wailing out into the empty room.
“…little…”
“…Toy…” feeling an extra spike of heat in your pussy, you realize she’s drenched the toy and the warmth is her slick now coating the part of the strap that is going inside of you.
“M-Mina, cum inside” locking your legs around her and pulling her deeper inside of you.
“Yeah? My pretty little whore wants to be bred? Hm?” picking up the pace and slamming into you with all her might and every ounce of speed she has, almost making you regret wanting it.
“Please, b-baby! I need it…I n-need you!” you sob.
Mina holds you down by your arms and watches you shatter completely.
The tension inside you explodes, you can feel your cunt clenching around her as she pistons into your cervix, as deep as you could take her. The fire in your stomach threatens to burst, being stoked over and over again until finally…she throws gasoline. Liquid permission right into the blaze.
“Take all my c-cum then, you pathetic slut.” before moaning uncontrollably into your ear and haphazardly jolting as she tries to continue on.
Your body follows her lead.
Writhing underneath her, gripping onto her so harshly she hisses at the feeling of your nails digging into her skin…she bites down on your shoulder as she rides both of you out before relaxing into your arms.
Pulling her hair out of her bun, moving it off her back, you’re both panting as you start to trace circles down her spine, kissing her cheek while both of you come back down to each other.
“So…I take it you’re ovulating then?” whispered to her gently while tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, kissing her temple as it settles.
“Uhm…” she ponders briefly.
“You know what, I think I am…” eyes shifting up as she tries to remember where she is in her cycle.
“I think that it’s obvious you are…” giggling as she shifts to hover over you again, all while the strap is still inside.
You whimper at her movements.
“Oh?! and how is that?” softly grinding into you again, pushing into your cervix.
The soaked sounds emerging from both of you as she gently and slowly starts thrusting again.
“W-well, Mmmmm fuck, you only ever…” a moan cuts you off as she speeds up a little bit.
“…get like this when you are” her hands pin you down again and she’s back to animalistic, thrashing into you chasing her pleasure within you.
“I think you just want me to fuck my cum into you, don’t you baby?”
There is no pretending you are anywhere near put together. Slurring words, attempting to hold back grunts, and the way you’re holding onto her for dear life, completely and utterly lost within her.
“That’s right, darling….Let me take what’s mine!” The guttural growl escaped her lips before she tightens her grip on your arms and bites shoulder, moaning and cumming to the rhythm of the slaps between you.
The sound of her pleasure was enough to send you over the edge again, clenching down on the strap and screaming as shockwaves pulsate through every inch of your body.
Mina collapses on top of you, curling her arms around you, panting and laying soft languid kisses across your chest.
“…y-you’re so…” you break the silence, quietly regulating your breathing.
“…hot…” smiling as you make the statement.
Sheepishly lying on your chest, Mina is beaming a smile into the darkness of the room.
“What do you mean?” Now she’s using your own trick against you, seemingly having released that dominance streak.
“Honey, we are laying in a puddle…you’re literally still inside me…are you really going to pretend like you don’t know?” now rubbing her back as she decompresses.
“I think…that’s a fair assessment.” giggling as she props herself up to meet your face with hers, kissing you gently while caressing your cheek.
“You did wonderfully, my love.” another deep kiss, laced with love and care.
“Let’s get cleaned up…and finish those lego sets!” finally pulling out of you, leaving a noticeable emptiness that makes you whine as she launches out of bed and makes her way to the bathroom.
Mina giggles at your moan, almost like she’s proud of it.
The shower flicks on and she returns, still very naked, but now you can really get a good look at her. There are bite marks all over her neck and shoulders…ones that will definitely bruise over the next day.
“Oh my god, babe…I’m so sorry.” as you stand and reach over to examine her battle scars, but she catches her hand, lacing her fingers with yours.
“I feel like I should be apologizing to you…” guiding you to the bathroom, fingers lazily laced together.
At first glance, it doesn’t look too bad…but once your eyes focus you can see that she has marked you with the same degree of marks and bruises.
Mina stands behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist, and resting her chin on your shoulder. Swaying slightly with her, she leans in and kisses a few of the bruises she has access to at the moment.
“You can be sure that Nayeon is going to point them out later at Jihyo’s.” teasing her.
Already mortified, she groans at the thought, hands snapping to cover her face in embarrassment, knowing you were right.
“Don’t worry, honey.” tone with a little too much sugar.
“We can tell them you were the top this time.” smirking as you say it.
“HEY! What is that supposed to mean?!” as you break away from her and get in the shower to rinse off.
“You know what it means, babe”
Mina huffed and puffed before getting into the shower with you, dramatic in every action. Prepared, you stepped out of the waterfall and let her rinse off.
“I think I proved just now that I’m not just a bottom.” washing her face as she talks, continuing the argument.
“Yeah, absolutely… 2% of the time you’re a “big scary domme,” you say, wiggling with your words.
“Shut up!” Mina slaps your arm playfully before grabbing the shampoo
“Well you called me Mommy soooo…seems like you’re the bottom…at least for today.”
Standing there with your mouth ajar, you glare into her.
“Fine. I can accept that…for today.” winking at her before getting out of the shower.
Drying off and getting dressed in some sweatpants and a loose-fitting long-sleeved shirt, you go back out to the living room and lay on the couch.
The snow is still falling, and you have a few hours before Jihyo’s party.
Mina waddles out to find you, wearing your sweatpants and your long-sleeved shirt, rubbing her eyes sleepily before finding her way into your arms.
Head on your chest, you can feel her relaxing into you as her breathing gets deeper and more rhythmic. Falling asleep together as the soft music continues to play, cozy as ever.
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You didn’t plan on becoming an actress.
It wasn’t some childhood dream tucked between storybooks and daydreams. No grand ‘I want to be on screen’ moment. No mirror rehearsals. No imaginary award speeches.
It just happened.
A friend dragged you to an audition. You almost didn’t go. You shouldn’t have gone—you had classes, responsibilities, a life that made sense in its own quiet way.
But you went anyway.
And somehow, out of dozens—hundreds—you got a callback.
Then another.
Then another.
Until one day, you were sitting in a room that smelled faintly of coffee and paper, staring at a script with your name printed on the front like it belonged there.
It didn’t feel real.
Even now, it still didn’t.
The project was big.
Bigger than anything you could’ve imagined stumbling into.
A GL series. High budget. Heavy promotion. The kind of show people would dissect frame by frame the moment it aired.
And then there was your co-star.
Minatozaki Sana.
You knew her, of course.
Everyone did.
Even before stepping into the industry, her name existed everywhere—interviews, dramas, brand deals.
Talented. Experienced. Effortless.
The first day on set wasn’t filming.
It was the table read.
You got there early. Too early.
The room was still half-empty, staff moving around, setting up scripts and water bottles like a ritual you didn’t quite understand yet.
You picked a seat. Not too close to the center. Not too far either.
Your fingers tapped nervously against the script.
You hadn’t even opened it yet.
People started arriving in clusters.
They greeted each other like old friends, laughter spilling easily, conversations overlapping like waves.
You stayed quiet.
Tried to memorize names, faces, dynamics—like studying for a test you didn’t know how to pass.
And then the room shifted.
Minatozaki Sana had arrived.
Just a simple “Hi” to the room, a small bow of her head as she greeted people one by one, her voice easy—like she belonged everywhere at once.
She smiled at people like she remembered them.
Maybe she did.
“Hi,” she said.
You looked up. Too fast.
Sana was already there, standing just beside your chair, her smile softer up close.
“Is this seat taken?” she asked.
You shook your head.
“No.”
Brilliant. One word. Incredible.
“Thanks,” she said, sliding into the seat beside you like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Of course she sat next to you.
You became very aware of everything all at once—the slight shift of the chair, the faint brush of fabric as she settled in, the way the space beside you didn’t feel like empty space anymore.
For a split second, her eyes flickered toward you.
“First project?” she asked quietly, glancing at the script in your hands.
You nodded, a little too quickly.
“Yeah.”
She hummed softly, like she expected that answer. “You’ll be fine.”
The director called everyone to settle.
Scripts opened almost in sync, pages flipping like a coordinated sound effect.
The reading started.
At first, your voice felt foreign.
Like you were borrowing someone else’s tone, someone else’s confidence. Every line you delivered sat on the edge of almost right.
But the more it went on, the easier it became to sink into the character.
To forget, just a little, that this wasn’t you.
And then came her lines.
Sana’s.
She didn’t read them.
She lived them.
Every word landed exactly where it needed to, soft or sharp or teasing, like she understood the character in a way you were still trying to catch up to.
It was intimidating.
Because when she spoke to you—to your character—it felt easier to respond.
Like she was pulling you into the scene without forcing it.
You almost forgot where you were.
Scene 17. A kiss.
Your stomach dropped.
Close-up.
You kept reading.
Because you had to.
Your next lines came out a fraction delayed, your focus split between staying in character and the sudden, loud realization sitting in your chest.
You were going to have to do that.
With her.
When the reading ended, people relaxed almost instantly.
Chairs scraped, conversations sparked back to life, the tension dissolving like it had never been there.
But yours didn’t.
You stared at the script for a moment longer before closing it.
You stood up and made your way toward the director.
“Director,” you started, trying to keep your voice steady, “about Scene 17…”
They looked up immediately, attention sharp in a way that made it clear they’d had this conversation before—with other actors, other projects, other versions of the same hesitation.
“Yes?”
You shifted your weight, fingers curling slightly around the edge of your script.
“I was wondering if we could… adjust it? Maybe rely more on camera angles or cuts instead of—”
“The kiss?” they finished for you.
You nodded.
They didn’t answer right away. Instead, they leaned back slightly, studying you.
“It’s an important scene,” they said finally. “It sets the tone for their relationship moving forward. If we soften it too much, it loses impact.”
“I understand,” you replied quickly. “I just—I don’t have much experience with… that kind of scene.”
That felt like the safest way to say it.
Not I don’t know how to kiss.
Just… lack of experience.
The director hummed, considering.
“Then you should practice.”
“I—”
Before you could find a response—
“Sana!”
Oh no.
You didn’t turn around immediately.
Because if you didn’t look, maybe this wasn’t happening.
“Yes, Director?” she said, stopping beside you.
The director gestured between the two of you like this was the most natural solution in the world.
“We were just talking about Scene 17. There’s some hesitation.”
You wished the floor would open up.
Sana glanced at you.
“Ah,” she said softly, like she understood more than what was being said out loud.
“This is her first time doing a scene like that,” the director added.
You really wished the floor would open up.
“We can work on it,” she said.
Just like that.
No hesitation. No weirdness.
You blinked. “Work on it?”
“A workshop,” she clarified. “Just the two of us. Go over the scene, figure out what feels natural.”
“Only if you’re comfortable,” she added quickly, and that part—that part—felt real.
You looked back at the director, who seemed more than satisfied with this solution.
“This would help the performance a lot,” they said.
Of course it would. Of course.
Your options lined up in your head, one by one.
“…Okay,” you heard yourself say.
The word landed before you could rethink it.
Sana’s smile softened, “Alright,” she said. “We’ll keep it simple.”
“Exchange numbers,” the director said, already moving on mentally. “Work out a schedule that suits you both.”
Your hands felt weirdly uncoordinated as you pulled out your phone.
Sana did the same, stepping a little closer so you could see her screen.
Her name appeared as she typed it in.
Sana.
No extra flair. No nickname.
“I’ll text you,” she said.
You nodded.
“Don’t stress too much about it,” she said gently. “We’ll take it step by step.”
She gave you one last small smile before stepping away, getting pulled into another conversation like nothing unusual had just been arranged.
Like this wasn’t about to become the most nerve-wracking part of your week.
When you got home, your phone buzzed.
A new message.
Sana: Hi! It’s Sana :)
Send me your availability when you can
You didn’t reply immediately.
Not because you were busy.
Not because you didn’t know what to say.
But because suddenly, every possible response felt like it would define something.
Which was ridiculous.
You unlocked it.
Opened the chat.
Read it again.
Hi! It’s Sana :)
Send me your availability when you can.
You typed.
Hi! This is—Deleted it.
She knew who you were. Obviously.
You tried again.
Hi Sana! I’m free—Deleted.
Too eager?
You stared at the blinking cursor like it was judging you.
Five minutes passed. Then ten.
At this point, not replying felt weirder than replying.
Sent.
Y/N: Hi! I’m free most afternoons this week. Let me know what works for you
You immediately regretted it.
Too plain. Too formal. Too—
Your phone buzzed.
Too late.
Sana: I thought you’d take longer to reply
What did that mean.
Was she—No.
You typed back slower this time.
Y/N: I was thinking about it
Three dots appeared.
Disappeared.
Came back.
Left again.
Sana: I’m free tomorrow evening
Or the day after, a bit earlier
You leaned back against your bed, staring at the ceiling for a second before looking at your phone again.
Tomorrow. That felt… soon. Too soon? Or better to just get it over with?
Y/N: Tomorrow works
Sana: Okay :)
I’ll send you the address
See you tomorrow
And just like that, the conversation ended.
But the feeling didn’t end with it.
The building itself already made you feel out of place.
Glass, steel, and quiet luxury that didn’t need to announce itself. The kind of place where even the air conditioning felt expensive.
You checked your phone.
The address matched.
You lingered in the lobby for a moment, pretending to reread her message.
Unit 2104. Just ring when you’re here :)
You made your way up anyway.
The hallway was quiet.
Soft carpet under your shoes, dim lighting, doors spaced just far enough apart to make everything feel private.
You found her unit.
Stood there. Stared at it.
This is stupid, you told yourself. It’s just practice. Just work.
You pressed the doorbell.
The door opened.
And there she was.
Loose shirt, soft fabric that moved when she did. Hair slightly tousled like she hadn’t bothered styling it for anyone.
You forgot your rehearsed greeting.
“Y/N!” she said, smiling like you hadn’t just spent the last fifteen minutes mentally spiraling outside her door.
“Hi,” you managed.
She stepped aside. “Come in.”
Her place was exactly what you expected.
Clean lines. Warm lighting. A space that felt lived in, not staged. There were small details—books, a half-forgotten mug on the counter.
You hovered near the entrance for half a second too long.
“Shoes are fine,” she added casually, noticing.
You stepped in, the door closing softly behind you.
“Do you want anything?” she asked, already heading toward the kitchen. “Water, tea, juice…”
“Wine?”
You almost laughed.
“Water’s okay.”
She nodded, grabbing a glass and filling it without another word.
You watched her for a second before catching yourself.
“Here,” she said, handing it to you.
Your fingers brushed briefly.
“Thanks.”
You took a small sip, mostly to give yourself something to do.
“Sit wherever you’re comfortable,” she said, gesturing toward the living area.
Sana joined you a moment later, not too close—but not far either.
For a second, neither of you spoke.
She broke it.
“So,” she started, turning slightly toward you, “how are you feeling about everything?”
You huffed out a quiet breath. “Nervous.”
She smiled faintly. “I figured.”
“I’ve never really…” you trailed off, gesturing vaguely. “Done something like this before.”
Sana nodded slowly, like she was piecing together exactly where you were at without needing the full sentence.
“That’s okay,” she said. “We’re not rushing into anything.”
“This is still work,” she continued, her tone shifting slightly—more grounded now. “It might feel personal, but it’s about the characters. Their connection.”
You listened. Really listened.
“I’ll guide you,” she added.
“Before we start,” she said, “I just need to know your boundaries.”
“Like—what you’re comfortable with, what you’re not,” she clarified. “We set that first.”
You nodded slowly, thinking.
“I think I’m okay with… the scene as it is,” you said. “I just don’t want to mess it up.”
“You won’t,” she replied immediately.
“Ready?” she asked.
Your grip tightened slightly around the glass in your hands. You set it down on the table.
“Yeah.”
You weren’t.
“Relax your shoulders,” she murmured, voice softer now.
You hadn’t even realized they were tense.
Her hand lifted and paused just short of your face. Like she was giving you one last chance to pull back.
Her fingers brushed lightly against your chin, tilting your face just enough.
“Just follow me,” she said quietly.
She leaned in.
A brief press of her lips against yours, so light it almost felt like a question instead of an action.
It lasted barely a second.
Your brain lagged behind your body, trying to catch up with what just happened.
“That’s a peck,” she explained gently, like nothing about that moment had just rearranged your entire sense of awareness.
“It’s usually how scenes start—testing the distance, the reaction.”
You nodded.
“Again,” she said.
But when her lips met yours again, she lingered just a fraction longer.
“And when I stay a bit longer,” she murmured as she pulled back, “you don’t freeze.”
“You respond,” she continued, her eyes flicking briefly to your lips before meeting your gaze again.
“Even if it’s small. Even if you’re unsure.”
Your throat felt dry. You nodded again.
“Okay,” she said. “Try to follow me this time.”
Your heart picked the worst possible moment to be loud.
She leaned in again.
When her lips met yours this time, you tried not to go still.
Tried to remember what she said. Respond. So you did.
“Good,” she whispered.
And then she closed the distance again.
The kiss deepened.
Not suddenly. Gradually.
Like she was guiding you through it without breaking the moment to explain.
Your hand moved before you could stop it.
Gripping the nearest thing—the couch pillow.
Sana noticed because you felt it—the faint curve of a smile against your lips.
Your thoughts blurred, replaced by the simple effort of keeping up—matching the way she moved, the rhythm she set.
When she finally pulled away, it wasn’t abrupt.
Your breathing gave you away first.
Uneven. Too quick.
Sana’s gaze softened slightly. “Breathe,” she said quietly.
You inhaled, trying to steady yourself, but your pulse was still racing in a way that felt impossible to hide.
“That’s normal,” she added.
“We should try different positions.”
Your brain stopped working.
“For the scene,” she clarified, but there was the slightest hint of amusement in her tone now.
You swallowed. “Right.”
She shifted slightly on the couch, turning toward you more fully now.
“Sometimes,” she said, “the dynamic changes depending on positioning. It affects how the scene feels.”
You nodded, even if your brain was still catching up.
“For this specific beat,” she began, “The director wants a sense of… desperation. Not just a kiss, but a need to be close.”
Her gaze flickered over you briefly before settling again. “It would look more authentic if you were on my lap. The height difference, the way you’d have to look down at me—it adds a layer of vulnerability.”
A small pause. “Are you okay with that?”
Your pulse hitched. “On your lap?”
“Just for positioning,” she said.
You swallowed.
“Okay… if you think it works better.”
Sana didn’t move.
She waited.
For you.
You shifted carefully, the fabric of the couch creasing under your weight as you moved closer, then over her.
You became aware of everything all at once.
The steady way her hands found your waist, grounding you. The faint trace of her scent—soft, expensive.
“I’m going to take this a step further now,” she murmured.
You looked down at her.
“The script calls for a lack of composure,” she continued quietly. “Try to match my pace this time.”
“And… is it okay if my hands move a little more? For the scene.”
Your breath caught before you could stop it. “Oh—okay. Yeah.”
“Good.”
When her lips met yours this time, there was no hesitation.
Her mouth opened against yours, her tongue tracing the seam of your lips with a confidence that made your knees weak even while you were sitting.
You didn’t have time to think.
Your mouth opened for her.
The first touch of her tongue against yours felt like an electric current.
It was deep. Desperate.
The kind of kiss that felt like it was trying to steal the air right out of your lungs.
You tried to match her.
Tried to move with her, but Sana was the one setting the rhythm, her movements fluid and demanding.
Then, her hands moved.
They didn’t just rest on your waist anymore.
One hand slid up, fingers splaying wide across your back, pulling you down, forcing your chest flush against hers.
The other hand dropped.
Her fingers dug into the meat of your thigh, a firm squeeze that made a small, broken sound catch in the back of your throat.
She swallowed the noise.
You felt her other hand leave your back, her fingers sliding up the nape of your neck to find your hair.
She guided you.
Tilted your head just a fraction more to deepen it.
You reached out. Your fingers curling into the soft fabric of her shirt at her shoulders, pulling her closer because the space between you felt like an insult.
You moved.
Without thinking. Without permission.
A slow, subconscious shift of your hips against hers, seeking more of that friction, more of that solid weight beneath you.
Sana noticed.
She broke the kiss for a heartbeat—just an inch of space.
Her lips brushed against yours as she spoke, her voice a low, rough thread of sound.
“Like that,” she whispered.
She was smirking.
You could feel the curve of it against your skin before she dove back in, more intense than before.
Her hand on your thigh moved higher, squeezing, guiding you closer to her as the room—and the script—disappeared completely.
ᝰ.ᐟ would you take the lessons, or would you have run the moment she sat next to you?
Bestie!Nayeon who is obessed with sleepovers. She loves to snuggle up against you, wrapping her arms around your waist.
“Just like how we cuddled as kids,” She mumbles, rubbing her throbbing core against your thighs. Sometimes you would wake up and find her hands resting underneath your shirt on top of your chest.
Bestie!Nayeon who loves to share clothes with you. She even encourages you to wear her panties. She nibbles her bottom lip and clenches her thighs together when she knows the material is rubbing against your pussy. Later on she would rub the panties you wore onto her own cunt while moaning your name.
Bestie!Nayeon that shows you her nudes just to see your pupils dilate when you see her cute nipples. She bites her bottom lip to hide her smile.
“Do you think he will like this photo?” She grumbles. You would nervously nod your head yes. Who wouldn’t like receiving that? In random days, you would receive a photo from her and widen your eyes when you realize it’s a new nude photo.
“Do I look good in here?” She messages. Little did you know all the nudes she takes is just for you.
Bestie!Nayeon who teaches you how to masterbate. Her eyelids become heavy with lust as she watches you struggle with your fingers. You swirl your clit with the tips of your fingers, cheeks turning red.
“L-like this?” You blush.
“…No,” She breathes out, slowly shaking her head. She places her knees between your thighs, spreading you further apart. She then would replace your fingers with her own. She perfectly rubs your clit while watching your face scrunch up in pleasure. Her mouth nearly drools when she feels sees your core leaking out silky juices. She coats her finger with your juice and slides it onto your clit. It helps her fingers move quicker. Your stomach tenses as the pleasure builds up. You reach down to grip onto her wrist to.
“Wait stop,” You pant out. In the beginning she does listen, but over time she will push your limits til you come all over her fingers.
Bestie!Nayeon who firmly believes that best friend should know everything about each other. Such as how each other tastes. She drags her tongue against your slit, making you clench onto the bed sheets. She wraps her mouth around your clit and sucks. Her hands busy with her own core. She thrusts her digits deep into her wet cunt, causing her to moan into you. She playfully flicks her tongue against your clit to watch your expression. You tilt your head back and cry out her name. She lifts her mouth from your pussy and licks her lips. She pulls her hands out and shoves her fingers into your mouth. She feels your tongue swirl her long fingers. Your lips wrap around as you suck.
“Now we know what each other tastes like,” She smiles.
Bestie!Nayeon who wipes your wet cheeks after crying. She slides her arms around your shoulder, pulling you closer. She whispers sweet words while her other hand rubs your inner thigh.
“Shhh don’t think about him. He never deserved you,” She hums. She knew she was always going to win. Who else is going to love you through thick and thin?
The slurping sounds of two women worshipping both of your nipples with their lips and tongue echoed in the dimly lit room at the very back of Victoria's Secret runway. You've been waiting for this moment as one of the biggest shareholders of the company, and you managed to convince JYP to have a "special" arrangement for 2 of the fresh women who will be participating in the event night.
You pulled Momo from her hair and pulled her right into your face, Momo quickly opened her mouth and showed her tongue to make out with you. You can taste her sweet lips and her tangy saliva flow right in your mouth and you can't get enough.
As the two of you savour each other, Nayeon runs her hand on your bulge while her other hand plays with the nipple that Momo left.
" Nayeon, strip my pants down and pop pop pop my big dick " you said with a sarcastic grin.
" #%#%##&&#%! " said your secretary.
Your secretary who happens to be your fuck slut too, is translating the words you say. She's Korean too, and although Momo and Nayeon can speak in English, they can't understand it clearly. You let her watch on the bed side with a chair.
Nayeon quickly paused what she was doing and unbuckled your pants only to see your dick peeking through the seam of your underwear. Momo took a peek as she licked your cheeks and smiled at the sight. Nayeon wasted no time and licked your balls as she pumped your shaft.
Momo tried to pull out of the kiss and attempted to take a sip from your dickhead, but you pulled her back removing her valued bra.
" Let her do that work and let me suck that tits, alright? "
" Yes, sir " Momo responded with her sloppy English accent.
Nayeon started sucking your shaft at a slow pace, she removed her pink top revealing only her VS bra.
" Mhhhhh, sirr ughh "
Momo started moaning as you played with her tits and suck her nipples. Turns out it's her weak spot. She hugged your head and gently pulled it burying your head further.
" fuckkk, that's so good " she whispers in Korean.
You can't help but smile under her boobs.
Meanwhile, Nayeon starts bobbing her head on your dick and taking it further in her throat. She professionally takes it out sometimes and jerks your thing as she spits on it. She's using both of her hands now to felatio your whole rod.
This made you shiver and stop what you're doing with Momo.
" Sir, I wanna suck your dick too " Momo said in a sad and playful tone.
You pulled Nayeon out of the work and you signalled Momo to come there immediately. Nayeon wiped her mouth before burying her tongue into your nipples again.
" Good girl, you knew what I like slut " you complimented Nayeon.
As Nayeon uses her tongue to play with your nipples, Momo holds her hair with her hand and the other jerks your dick as she fellatio the whole thing.
Just the sight of two godly women doing their best for your pleasure made you wanna cum.
" Baby, come here and kiss me, you know I wanna cum while being kissed " you said to your secretary.
Your secretary immediately complied and kissed you in the middle of your adversary.
You held Momo's head controlling the pace as you like. The kiss gets sloppier as you're nearing your climax.
" ugghhh~~~~ fuckkkk " you moaned.
You pushed Momo's head as deep as it could go and you dumped every last drop in her throat.
Momo spurted all the cum right in her hands as a cup and shared it with Nayeon, licking every drop like an animal as your secretary cleaned your dick with her mouth. The sight of Nayeon and Momo sharing your cum made you hard again.
You pulled Nayeon on the bed making her shock. Nayeon stop you with a finger.
" Sorry sir, no penetration indicated on the contract "
" Please let me fuck you, can't you see how hard I am? "
" Sorry sir, we could not do what it not stated on the contract " Momo answered.
" Okay understood, good thing I had my fuck slut here " you said glancing at your secretary.
You made your secretary ride your dick as Momo and Nayeon both worked their asses off pleasuring you. Licking your nipples, kissing you, you licking their faces, sucking their boobs and kissing their bodies.
It quickly became a foursome.
You change the position into dog style, ramming your secretary at the back. Momo is under her kissing and pleasuring your secretary while Nayeon is behind you kissing your neck and flicking those sensitive nipples of yours.
Moans and bodies hitting each other filled the room.
As you fuck your secretary, your dick slips accidentally because of how hard your actions are getting. Momo took the initiative and took your dick and lined it up on her pussy. You went into a frenzy and pushed away your secretary as you fuck Momo wildly in a missionary.
" ughhh ughhh sirr ~~ "
" What happened to the contract Miss Hirai? " you provokingly said.
" I don't care anymore, just fuck me good okay, mr? "
Nayeon assisted your secretary and moved her to the side as you wildly fuck Momo on the bed. Nayeon quickly went back into action taking one of Momo's boobs into her mouth while bent over and fingering herself.
Momo started flipping her clitoris with her finger as she struggled and her hips shivered as warm liquid dripped out of her pussy.
Liquid came out burting to her whole as you slowed the pace.
Momo limped there like a vegetable while you lick her face wildly as you're nearing your self pleasure. Momo is half passed out to be kissed so you ought to just lick her pretty face as you fill her pussy. You used her like an onahole and pumped out your seeds into her.
You pulled out your half-erected dick from her pussy and rested on the bed. You watch as warm semen comes drooling out of Momo's pussy. Nayeon came on top of you and started rubbing her pussy into your dick.
" What do you say, sir? Book us again into your next event, maybe I'll be the one giving out at your good dick? "
Sloppy and rushed smut as I just thought of this idea seeing this picture. I would definitely would have forced Nayeon to ride my dick after what she did LOL.
The room still carried the lingering scent of their earlier intense pleasure—shower gel mixed with her natural body fragrance filling the air. Dahyun, wrapped in a bathrobe, lazily leaned against the headboard while live-streaming. The camera only captured her upper body; the loosely tied robe revealed a subtle glimpse of the soft skin just below her collarbone.
“Ah, sorry everyone, today’s stream will just be me sitting and chatting with you all,” Dahyun said with a sweet smile into the lens, showing no trace of the wild passion she’d just experienced.
I sat beside her in the shadows, quietly admiring her performance. Her long, pale legs slipped out from under the robe, deliberately stretching toward my lap. I knew it was on purpose—while she read the fans’ reactions on screen, her eyes kept drifting toward me.
At first it was just the back of her foot lightly brushing my thigh. When I didn’t stop her, she grew bolder. Her slender toes parted the lower hem of the robe, finding my already half-hard cock, tracing slow circles around it. I held my breath, pretending to focus on my phone.
Dahyun chatted casually with her fans about today’s concert while her feet grew increasingly daring beneath the frame. She trapped my burning length between both soft soles, squeezing and releasing, the warm flesh of her arches molding perfectly around the shaft. My now fully erect cock throbbed between her feet, precum already wetting her toes.
“Ah, sorry, I’m a little tired…” she said to the camera with an apologetic smile, then whispered in my ear, “Can’t wait any longer, can you?” She sped up her footwork, feeling the rod in her grasp grow even hotter and thicker.
While pretending to fix her hair, she stole a glance downward. “That’s it for today’s stream, everyone get some rest, okay!” She quickly ended the broadcast, tossed her phone aside, and immediately straddled me…
The bathrobe fell open; her full, soft breasts pressed firmly against my chest. The voice that had feigned exhaustion moments ago now dripped with seduction: “Oppa… let me take really good care of you…”
I couldn’t hold back any longer. I wrapped an arm around her slim waist and pulled her completely into my embrace. Dahyun let out a whimper and melted against me. My tongue pried apart her tender lips, ravaging her mouth. Her little tongue danced with mine, the wet sounds of saliva echoing as we kissed hungrily.
“Oppa… I missed you so much…” Dahyun breathed hotly into my ear. Her lush breasts rubbed back and forth across my chest; her nipples had already hardened into visible peaks beneath the thin fabric.
I kneaded the plush cheeks of her ass, reveling in the silky softness. Dahyun rolled her hips, grinding her bare, soaked pussy against my aching cock through my pants. She was wearing nothing underneath—the flood of her arousal had already soaked through the fabric onto me.
“Oppa’s cock is so hot…” she panted, delicate fingers tracing my outline through the cloth. She deliberately slowed her movements, trapping the leaking tip between her ass cheeks and sliding teasingly up and down.
My breathing grew heavier. I dragged my tongue from her lips down her long pale neck, sucking red marks into her skin. Dahyun moaned with need, tilting her head to offer more of her throat.
“Oppa… don’t hold back anymore…” she pleaded between kisses, her long legs already wrapping around my waist.
The bathrobe hung in complete disarray, baring large expanses of snowy skin. Looking at the breathtakingly seductive Dahyun in my arms, all I wanted was to bury myself deep inside her and release every bit of desire I’d been holding all night…
Her slender fingers wrapped around my iron-hard cock and stroked a few times. The heat of her palm around the pulsing shaft made me suck in a sharp breath.
“Does Oppa want it?” Dahyun asked with bedroom eyes, parting her robe with her other hand to reveal her dripping entrance. She guided me to her slick folds and slowly sank down.
“Ahhh…” We both moaned in unison as her hot, tight walls enveloped me completely, every fold sucking greedily.
The robe slipped off her shoulders entirely, exposing her fully. I latched onto one stiff nipple, swirling my tongue around the areola while roughly kneading the other breast, molding it into different shapes.
Dahyun rode me hard, hips rolling so she took me to the hilt with every motion. Her bathrobe lay discarded on the floor; her flawless pale body was completely exposed. With each rise and fall, her heavy breasts bounced against my face, sending waves of pleasure through me.
“Oppa… it feels so good…” Dahyun arched her graceful neck, moaning brokenly. I felt her inner walls flutter and clamp down harder.
I sucked her breasts harder while slapping her soft ass, leaving red handprints on the pale flesh. Dahyun moved faster and faster; her juices dripped down our joined bodies, soaking a dark patch into the sheets…
“Oppa… harder… fill me up…” She clung to my neck as she bounced, her soft body pressed fully against mine.
I already knew exactly how each of them pleased me best—from Jihyo’s enthusiastic deep-throating, to Mina’s impossibly tight warmth, to Nayeon’s seductive dancing… and right now Dahyun was using her own special way to drive me insane.
I buried my face between her breasts, flicking the hard peaks with my tongue, feeling her shudder with every suck. Dahyun gasped, threading delicate fingers through my hair and pulling me even closer.
“Weren’t you already full from earlier? How are you still so hungry during the stream…” I growled against her ear, lightly biting the lobe.
Dahyun giggled breathlessly. “Oppa’s so mean… you know I’m addicted to your big cock… what we did earlier was just an appetizer…”
Her hips worked faster, swallowing me to the root again and again. The robe was long gone; every inch of her snow-white body was bare before me. I could feel her milking me rhythmically, greedily sucking at my length.
“Oppa… which of our holes do you like best…” she purred wickedly, speeding up even more.
I kept devouring her breasts, leaving fresh hickeys on the pale skin. “Every single one is perfect… but Dahyun’s little pussy especially—it’s so tight and it sucks so well…”
She let out a delighted moan. “Oppa’s so bad… today I’m going to make sure you never forget me…”
She wrapped her arms around me tightly, soft breasts squishing against my chest. More slick poured from her, making our connection obscenely wet…
Dahyun’s movements became almost violent, her full breasts jiggling wildly. I felt every ripple and squeeze inside her velvet heat.
“Oppa… do you feel it? Your little Dahyun is working so hard to serve you…” she cooed, deliberately clenching around me.
I grabbed her ass and started thrusting upward to meet her. She cried out and collapsed forward. This was her favorite position—taking me deepest while feeling all of my heat.
“During the stream… were you already thinking about Oppa’s cock?” I whispered, feeling her body tremble with embarrassed arousal.
She buried her face in my neck and nipped me. “Hate you… you already know the answer…”
Her hips slammed down harder, juices splashing everywhere. I seized her breasts again, tugging the stiff nipples until she whimpered beautifully.
“Dahyun’s pussy is extra eager today…” I said, savoring every contraction. “Does it want Oppa to feed it more thick cum?”
She squirmed desperately. “I want Oppa’s cum every single day… especially after a performance when I’m full of energy…”
She rode me frantically, her flat stomach slapping against mine. I matched her final sprint, pounding precisely into her most sensitive spot…
“Ah—Oppa—faster—” Dahyun panted urgently into my ear. “I’m—together—”
Her body suddenly went rigid, stomach pressed flush to my hips. Her walls convulsed violently, sucking at me like countless little mouths.
“Oppa… deeper…” she begged in the final moment before climax. I gripped her ass and hammered upward. Each thrust pulled almost all the way out before slamming balls-deep.
“I—I can’t—” Dahyun started shaking uncontrollably. A flood of hot nectar poured over my cock as she spasmed around me. Her legs locked around my waist, pulling me impossibly deeper.
I bit down on her nipple and sucked hard while she came and came—Dahyun always had long, intense orgasms. She sobbed my name into my ear, trembling in my arms.
“Oppa… give it to me…” she slurred, barely coherent. “All of it…”
I pounded her mercilessly, my balls slapping loudly against her ass. Her cries grew higher, her soft body quaking endlessly.
With a guttural groan I buried myself to the hilt and erupted, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside her. The heat triggered another full-body shiver from Dahyun…
She collapsed against me, pussy still fluttering around my spent cock. We stayed connected, hearts hammering together. She whispered breathlessly, “Oppa was amazing today…”
I pinched a still-sensitive nipple, drawing a squeak. “We’re not done yet…”
Her body was still buzzing from climax when I pushed her onto her back. I draped her long legs over my shoulders—her freshly-fucked pussy was flushed dark pink and leaking thick white.
I didn’t answer with words. I spread her slick lips and drove back in to the root. Post-orgasm sensitivity made her jerk with every thrust. I seized her slim ankles and bit the tops of her feet, marking the pale skin.
“Ah—too deep—slow—” Her fingers clawed the sheets, breasts bouncing wildly. I leaned down to bite a nipple while pounding even harder.
The room echoed with wet slaps and Dahyun’s sweet cries. I flipped her over onto her knees and took her from behind—deeper than before. She melted into the mattress, ass high in the air to meet my brutal thrusts.
“Oppa—too hard—” she sobbed, yet pushed back eagerly. I spanked her ass red.
“Dahyun’s pussy never stops sucking…” I growled, pulling out almost completely each time to watch her juices coat me before slamming back in. She could only manage broken moans now…
Among all nine members of Twice, Dahyun’s waist-to-hip ratio was unmatched—this rear view drove me feral every time. Her tiny waist flared into that perfect, plump ass; the sight alone was intoxicating.
“Oppa loves Dahyun like this…” I gripped her hips and buried myself balls-deep. She whimpered beautifully, face pressed into the pillow, ass arched high.
Each thrust sent ripples through her flesh. Her hanging breasts swung with every impact. I felt her walls fluttering again—she was close.
I slapped her ass harder. “This ass is the prettiest… feels best when I fuck it…”
She glanced back with watery, seductive eyes. “Then cum inside your prettiest Dahyun…” Her pussy immediately clamped down like a greedy mouth.
I roared and fucked her senseless. Her body rocked violently, juices running down her thighs in streams.
“Oppa—Dahyun’s cumming again—” Her whole frame seized.
I pinned her flat and rutted like an animal, chest against her sweat-slick back, hips slamming relentlessly. Her breasts were crushed beneath us, sweat trailing down her spine.
“Oppa—so heavy—” she gasped, sliding forward with every thrust yet still pushing back for more. I gripped her waist and drove as deep as anatomy allowed, feeling myself stretch her slick walls over and over.
“How does Dahyun’s pussy stay so fucking tight…” I growled into her ear. Her moans turned into breathless sobs.
I bit the back of her neck possessively and fucked her harder. “Too—deep—gonna break—” she cried, but her hips never stopped meeting mine.
The room was nothing but wet slaps, creaking bed, and Dahyun’s desperate cries. I was a beast in heat, lost in the perfection of her curves…
“Oppa—shoot it inside—” she sobbed.
I hammered her like a machine. She went limp except for her greedy pussy milking me desperately. Juices sprayed with every thrust.
“Again—” Her back arched impossibly as another orgasm tore through her. I didn’t slow—only fucked her harder through the spasms.
“Can’t—ah—” Dahyun screamed, whole body convulsing.
“Together—” I snarled, slamming home one last time and flooding her spasming depths again. We collapsed, my weight pinning her as we shook and panted…
Aftershocks still rippled through her pussy, sucking gently at my softening cock. Thick cum mixed with her cream leaked steadily from her stretched hole.
“Oppa gave me so much…” Dahyun whimpered weakly, ass trembling as more fluid oozed out.
“Satisfied now, you greedy little pussy?” I chuckled, nibbling her ear. Even spent, every tiny shift made her clench deliciously.
She wiggled her hips, making me groan. “Oppa’s so mean… you know I’m addicted to your cum…”
My fingers traced her sides, feeling little aftershocks. “You were trying to seduce me the whole stream, weren’t you?”
She huffed cutely. “Hmph… I just wanted to reward myself after the show…”
I was still buried inside her, feeling every lazy pulse. Her walls kept nursing softly, trying to drain the last drops.
“Oppa… want to go again…?” She looked back with sultry eyes, rolling her hips slowly. “I still want more…”
I grabbed her chin and kissed her hard. “The night’s still young…”
Her freshly-creampied pussy suddenly clamped down hard—deliberately—sending lightning through my oversensitive cock. Dahyun giggled at my sharp inhale.
“Oppa’s so sensitive…” she teased, rippling her inner muscles around me. Every fold massaged me with obscene skill.
“Little succubus…” I bit her nape, leaving fresh marks. She started rolling her hips again, sucking me with her pussy alone.
Wet sounds filled the room once more as fresh arousal coated us. I groped her breasts, rolling the nipples until they stiffened again.
“Oppa… one more time, please…” She twisted around for a kiss, tongue sliding into my mouth as her hips restarted their rhythm.
“How is Dahyun’s pussy still so hungry…” I started slow thrusts, savoring the obscene glide. She moaned into my mouth, hips rolling to meet me.
“Oppa… change position…” She pushed me onto my back and straddled me again, guiding me back inside. Face to face, her full breasts swayed hypnotically.
I latched onto one, sucking hard while starting a steady rhythm. Dahyun threaded fingers through my hair, moaning with every deep stroke. Her walls fluttered eagerly again.
“Oppa—reaching so deep—” She locked her legs around me. I sped up, balls slapping wetly against her ass. The room filled with the scent of sex and the symphony of flesh meeting flesh.
“Gonna—break—too fast—” Her knuckles went white on the sheets, thighs clamping tighter around me. I fucked her relentlessly, grinding against her clit with every thrust.
Suddenly she froze, pussy clamping like a vice. “No—again—”
I kept pounding through her climax, drawing it out until she was sobbing my name.
“Please—no more—” she cried, but her hips never stopped chasing more. I twisted a nipple hard.
“Yet you’re sucking me so tightly…” I growled. She wailed, flushed pink all over, our connection a sopping mess.
Her nails raked my back. Another orgasm built fast.
“Again—” she screamed. Her walls went berserk.
I matched her pace until we both shattered together once more, my cum painting her insides anew as she convulsed beneath me…
We lay there still joined, breathing hard. Dahyun’s pussy gave lazy little squeezes, milking the last drops.
Finally spent, she curled into my arms, my half-soft cock still nestled inside her. We traded soft kisses, bodies glued together with sweat and cum.
The afterglow lingered; her walls still fluttered gently around me. Warm fluids slowly leaked out, soaking the sheets beneath us.
Dahyun nuzzled my chest like a contented kitten, eyelids drooping. Exhaustion from round after round finally pulled us both under. I held her soft, warm body close and let sleep take us.
The room quieted to just our slowing breaths and the faint, lingering scent of raw desire.
