"I don't WANT to hang out with Diana and Hanna! They're so weird and they keep meowing at people!"
Your sister's whining barely registers. You're entirely too busy ogling the picture Tzuyu sent you twenty minutes ago. Long legs spread just enough to show the fabric of her panties, one hand resting on her thigh.
Miss you baby <3
Your dick has been half-hard ever since.
"Are you even listening to me??"
"Nope."
You pinch the screen, zooming in on her thighs. God, you can still feel them locked around your head from last week. You had made a smartass comment and she'd locked your head between them and squeezed until you saw stars.
GOD it was worth it.
"You're the worst—"
"You're going," you cut her off, putting your phone in your pocket as you two reach the front door. "Diana and Hanna are nice enough."
"They MEOW at people!"
"So? Nobody is perfect. I mean you're an annoying little shit so…" You ring the doorbell before she can continue the argument. You genuinely couldn't care less about her complaints right now. Not when you know EXACTLY what's waiting for you on the other side of this door.
The door opens.
Aphrodite incarnate. A goddess coming to Earth. Chou Tzuyu is wearing a cream sweater that's stretched tight across her tits, and yoga pants that should be illegal. Her hair is up in a loose ponytail, with a few strands framing her gorgeous face. And she has the most sweet, most motherly smile on her face.
Anyone who hasn't seen her with lips stretched around a cock would fall for that image in a heart beat.
You, of course, know better.
"Oh you're here!" She gushes the cookie-cutter host greeting. "The girls are so excited—Diana! Hanna! Your friend is here!"
From deeper in the house you hear a faint "Mrow!"
Your sister visibly cringes. Even poor Tzuyu's bright smile falters slightly before she recovers.
"They're… going through a phase," Tzuyu explains weakly, stepping aside. Your sister sulks past like she's heading to her own execution, shooting you a venomous glare as she goes.
The second she's out of sight, Tzuyu's hand brushes yours.
"Coffee?" She asks, entirely too loudly for the empty hallway you're standing in, but her eyes are screaming a very different request. Something close to I need you to fuck me until I forget my own name.
"Yeah. Coffee sounds great."
"Perfect." The way she draws the word out, followed by her dragging her tongue across her lips, should damn well be considered foreplay.
From what you assume is the playroom, your sister's defeated sigh carries over to where you're standing, followed by synchronized meowing.
You purse your lips to contain your laughter as Tzuyu turns to the wall, tapping her forehead against it softly.
"Not. A fucking. Word." She murmurs.
You make a zipping motion across your mouth.
Tzuyu leads you to the kitchen. Those yoga pants hug the curve of her ass, outlining the thick thighs you've had the pleasure of being trapped between more times than you can count.
You're already plotting all the possible ways to get between them again today.
She pours two cups of coffee that you both know neither of you will touch. Her husband is at work as usual. The man is practically married to his job, which means Tzuyu is perpetually horny.
Not that you're complaining, of course.
"So," she starts, leaning against the counter in a way that makes her tits press together, "I was thinking—"
"Bedroom?"
Fuck the small talk. You both know why you're here, why bother with the bullshit game of cat and mouse?
Her expression changes instantly, that sweet, motherly mask cracking.
"Eager today, are we?"
"You sent me that photo during my lecture." You move toward her. "I've been hard thinking about those thick fucking thighs of yours the entire way over here."
She bites her lip, grabbing your shirt and pulling you close. "My bedroom. Now."
No need to say that twice.
"So impatient," you tease, but in no way shape or form are you complaining as she takes your hand and leads you out of the kitchen.
The stairs feel endless. Tzuyu keeps glancing back at you, tugging her bottom lip with her teeth, and you're becoming very tempted to say fuck it and rail her against the wall halfway up.
But the bedroom is probably smarter. And it has plenty of pillows for you to press her face into, which is a great bonus.
The second you're through the door, she's on you. Mouth crashing into yours, her hands pulling at your clothes, backing you towards the bed. You let her push you down onto the mattress, watching her stand over you, chest heaving.
Damn she's beautiful.
She climbs onto the bed, straddles your hips, grinds down against the bulge in your jeans. "You have no idea how badly I need this."
"Why don't you show me then?"
She doesn't bother answering with words.
Her hands find the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head. You do your best to help, shrugging out of it. The second it's off she runs her hands down your chest, nails dragging lightly over your skin.
You reach for her sweater but she swats your hands away. "Patience."
"That's not my strong suit and you know it." You pout.
"I know." She grinds down harder, and you can feel the heat spreading through both layers of fabric. "That's why this is fun."
She leans down, mouth finding your neck. Kisses turn into bites, her teeth scraping against your skin. Your hands busy themselves by gripping her hips, fingers digging into the yoga pants.
"God I missed you," she murmurs against your throat. "Missed this."
"It's only been like three days."
"Exactly, three days too long." Her hands move to your jeans, popping the button. "I've been going crazy waiting."
The zipper comes down and she's working your jeans off, and you lift your hips to help. Once they're gone she sits back, taking in the sight of you in only your boxers, your cock straining against the fabric.
"Look at you," she purrs, palming you through the thin material as you hiss. "So hard already."
"Your fault," you manage.
"I know." The smirk on her face grows. "I'm very good at what I do."
She is. Too good, sometimes. You watch her lean down, hair falling around her face, and just before her mouth reaches your cock—
"Meow," you say.
She freezes.
Sits back up slowly.
The look on her face is full of murderous intent.
"What," she starts, voice barely a whisper, "did you just say?"
"I—" you start, but you're already laughing because the look on her face is just priceless. "I couldn't help it, the girls—"
"You think that's funny huh?"
Before you can react, she moves. Her hands shove against your chest, and she uses her weight to pin you down as those deadly thighs slide up on either side of your head.
Ah fuck.
"Oh, Tzu wait—"
Too late. They're locked around your skull.
The pressure is both immediate and immaculate. Warm, smooth skin pressing against your head, cutting off everything except the sight of her yoga pants stretched tight across her pussy right in front of your face. It's easy to see the damp spot forming.
Your hands fly to her thighs on instinct, gripping the firm muscle underneath.
"Think you're funny?" She squeezes harder. Stars dance at the edges of your vision. "Meowing at me in my own bedroom?"
You try to respond but what comes out is muffled against her skin.
"That's what I thought." She grinds forward, dragging the warm, damp fabric across your face, and you groan into her.
She's appears to be trying to suffocate you. Not that your dick has any complaints.
"Nothing to say now?" Another squeeze. Your vision starts going fuzzy. "No more stupid jokes?"
Your fingers dig into her thighs and you manage to turn your head just enough to press your mouth against her inner thigh.
She shudders and the grip loosens ever so slightly.
You drag your tongue along the inside of her thigh, and she makes a choked sound that manages to make your already rock-hard cock even harder.
"You're such a brat," she breathes, but there's no real anger anymore.
You hook your fingers into the waistband of those damn yoga pants and pull. She lifts her hips just enough to let you drag them down along with her panties, and finally, FINALLY, that pretty pussy is revealed to your gaze.
Beautiful.
Her pussy is bare, inches away from your face. It's glistening and swollen, her clit already peeking out.
"You going to suffocate me before I can eat this pussy?" Your voice comes out rough.
"Afterwards," she decides, lowering herself back onto your mouth.
The first taste of her makes you groan into her pussy. She's absolutely soaked, and you waste no time before getting to work, licking broad strokes through her folds before placing special focus on her clit.
Her thighs tighten around your head.
"Fuck—right there—"
You circle her clit with your tongue, then suck it between your lips. Her whole body jerks violently above you,
"Don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop—"
Yeah. Like you had any fucking intention of doing that.
You double down, sucking her clit even harder, your tongue working in tight circles. You can barely breathe with her thighs clamping your head like a vice, but god the way she's gasping above you makes it all worthwhile.
"Fuck, fuck, just like that—" Her hips start rolling, grinding her pussy against your mouth. She's chasing her orgasm, using you, and your cock is throbbing so fucking hard in your boxers its borderline painful.
You slide your tongue down, pushing it into her entrance. Her soaked pussy drips down your chin, the sweet taste of it making you drool. Your hands grip her ass harder, kneading as you pull her down onto your face.
"Oh god, oh fuck—" Her voice pitches higher. She's close, you can feel it. Her thighs shake, her pussy clenching around your tongue.
You pull back just enough to suck her clit between your lips again, and that does it.
Tzuyu cums with a loud cry, her whole body going rigid above you. Her thighs lock around your head so tight you can see the pearly gates, and her pussy pulses against your mouth dragging you straight back down into hell. You keep licking, keep sucking, drawing out her orgasm as long as you can while she shakes and gasps.
"Stop, stop, too much—" She's trying to lift her hips but you won't let her go that easily. You give her clit one more slow lick and she shudders, a choked whimper escaping her throat.
Finally she manages to pull away, swinging her leg over your head. She collapses beside you on the bed, her face flushed.
You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, your entire lower face is covered in her.
"You're evil," she pants, throwing an arm over her eyes.
"You literally tried to suffocate me like 2 minutes ago, babe."
"You meowed at me."
"Fair."
She turns to look at you, and even post orgasm with her makeup ruined and her hair fucked up beyond all recognition, she's unfairly beautiful. Then her eyes slowly travel down your body to the tent in your boxers.
"Mm," she says, breathlessly, "That looks uncomfortable ."
"Yeah, no shit."
Her hand reaches over, palming you through the fabric. You hiss at the contact. "Aw, poor baby. You want me to do something about that?"
"I think you know damn well what I'm going to say to that."
She smirks, energy already back. Her stamina is fucking insane. "I don't know, maybe I should just leave you like this. Payback for the meowing. And you look so cute all desperate and worked up for me."
"Tzuyu—"
"I'm kidding." She sits up, grabbing the hem of her sweater. "Besides, I need you to fuck me. Right fucking now."
She pulls the sweater over her head and chucks it somewhere behind her.
No bra.
Of course there's no bra.
Her tits are perfect, full and perky in a way that seems to defy the very laws of physics.
You're staring. You know you're staring. She knows you're staring.
"See something you like?" She shimmies a little, a cocky little smirk on her face.
You consciously pick your jaw up off the floor before responding. "You know I do."
She leans down, kissing you hard. She can absolutely taste herself on your tongue, but she doesn't seem to give a singular fuck, licking into your mouth like she's trying to scrape every last drop out. When she pulls back you're both breathing hard.
Her hands go to your boxers, yanking them down. Your cock springs free and she wraps her hand around it, stroking slowly.
"God, you're so hard." She squeezes and you groan. "All for me?"
"Who else would it be for? Your husband?"
She smacks your chest. "Don't talk about my husband while I'm holding your dick."
"You brought him up last week when—"
"That was different." She cuts you off with another stroke, thumb swiping over the head of your cock. She spreads the leaking precum around, using it as lube.
"How was that different?" You grunt.
"Because I was winning that argument."
"You're always winning arguments when you have your hand on my cock. It's basically cheating."
"Pretty smart strategy though, isn't it?" She strokes you again, slow and torturous. "Keeps you from saying stupid shit."
"No I'm pretty sure I can still say some stupid sh—" Your thoughts scatter when she squeezes again. "Fuck, Tzuyu."
"That's what I thought, baby."
She lets go of your cock and you have to choke back a frankly embarrassing whine, but then she's moving. Swinging her leg over your hips, straddling you again. Her bare pussy presses against your shaft, the heat making you throb.
"I," She grinds down, sliding her wet pussy along your length, "Am going to ride you until you can't remember your own fucking name. Sound good?"
"Sounds fucking perfect."
She lifts her hips, reaching down to line you up. The head of your cock presses against her entrance. She's so wet you could slide in with ease, but she takes her time, lowering herself inch by torturous inch.
She's so, so fucking tight. It doesn't matter how many times you fuck her, it always feels like the first. Her pussy grips your cock like it was made for it, lips clinging to it like it's trying to suck you inwards.
"Fuck," she breathes, sinking down until you're buried completely inside her. She sits there for a moment, hands braced on your chest. "You feel so good."
"This is great. You do all the work and I just get to enjoy."
"Not for long." She rolls her hips, grinding on your cock, and you both groan. "Just let me enjoy this for a second."
"Take your time. I've got an amazing view."
And you do. Her tits right in front of your face, abs flexing as she shifts, those thick thighs spread on either side of you. Your hands find those thighs, gripping the firm muscle.
"Obsessed," she teases.
"Yeah, like any warm-blooded male wouldn't be."
She lifts up slowly, almost, almost letting the head slip out, then slams back down. You both moan at the sensation.
"Fuck, Tzuyu—"
"What's wrong baby?" She lifts up again, slow as can be, then drops back down hard. The slap of skin echoes through the bedroom. "Can't handle me?"
"I can handle plenty. You're just—fuck—."
She does it again, rising up until just the tip of your cock is inside her, then slamming down. Her tits bounce with the impact and you can't help but stare, mesmerized.
"Just what?" She teases breathlessly.
"Being a fucking tease."
"Oh, baby," she leans down nipping at your ear, "you haven't seen half of it."
Then she really starts moving.
Her hips roll in a steady pattern, rising and falling on your cock. Every time she drops down, you can feel her pussy clench around you. The sounds filling the room are obscene. The slick noise of her pussy taking your cock over and over, her moans, your groans.
Your hands move from her thighs to her hips, gripping hard enough to bruise. You help guide her movements, pulling her down a little harder each time.
"Yes, yes just like that—" Her nails scratch into your chest. It stings like hell but you frankly don't give a shit. "Your cock feels so fucking good."
"You're so tight," you manage. Coherent thought is becoming difficult. "So fucking wet for me."
"Always—oh fuck—always wet for you."
She's riding you faster now, chasing her own pleasure. Sweat forms on her skin, a drop rolling down between her breasts. You want nothing more than to lick it off but she's moving too fast for you to reach.
The bed is creaking under you. Somewhere in the back of your mind you remember the girls are downstairs but you can't bring yourself to care. Not when Tzuyu looks like this, head thrown back, mouth open, riding your cock like her life depends on it.
"Touch me," she gasps. "Play with my tits."
You don't need to be told twice. Your hands leave her hips to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples. She moans, loud and shameless.
"Harder."
You pinch her nipples and she clenches around your cock so tight you nearly cum right there.
"Fuck, do that again—"
You oblige, rolling the stiff peaks between your fingers. Her pussy floods with wetness, dripping down your cock to your balls warm and slick.
"I'm close," she whimpers. Her rhythm is getting sloppy, desperate. "So fucking close—"
"Yeah? You gonna cum on my cock?"
"Yes, yes, fuck yes—"
You thrust up to meet her, matching her pace, the angle making her cry out.
"Right there, oh god right there—"
You do it again, driving up into her. Her whole body shudders.
"Don't stop, please don't fucking stop—"
Like you could stop now even if you wanted to. You're getting close too, that familiar feeling building at the base of your spine. But you want her to cum first. Want to feel her pussy spasm and clench around you.
You sit up suddenly, wrapping an arm around her waist to keep her steady. The position change makes her gasp. You can get deeper like this, and it finally allows you to capture one of those perfect nipples in your mouth.
"Oh fuck—" Her hands tangle in your hair, holding you against her chest. "Fuck, fuck, I'm gonna—"
You suck hard on her nipple and thrust up at the same time.
She cums with a scream, her pussy clamping down on your cock. You can feel her pulsing, gushing wetness soaking you both.
You slow your movements, letting her ride it out. Her forehead drops to your shoulder.
"Holy shit," she pants against your neck.
You're still rock hard inside her. Throbbing.
She notices with visible interest, clenching around you once to hear you grunt.
"Your turn," she breathes, pulling back to look at you with heavy lidded eyes.
You flip her.
One moment she's on top of you, the next she's on her back with you between her legs. She lets out a surprised laugh.
"Someone's eager."
"You got to cum. My turn."
You hook her legs over your shoulders, pushing them back toward her chest. The position makes her gasp, spreads her wide open for you. Those thighs press against your face and shoulders, warm and soft and absolutely perfect.
"Fuck, I love these thighs," you mutter, turning your head to kiss the inside of one.
"I'm aware." She's still breathless. "You never shut up about them."
"Can you blame me?"
You don't wait for an answer. You thrust into her, burying yourself deep. She's so wet from her orgasm that you slide in easily, and the sound she makes goes directly to your cock.
"Oh fuck—"
You set a hard pace immediately. Fucking her into the mattress while her thighs frame your head like a goddamn work of art.
"Yes, yes, harder—" Her hands grip the sheets. "Fuck me harder—"
You oblige. Each thrust makes her tits bounce, makes the bed creak louder. She's so tight around you it's almost painful, her pussy still sensitive from cumming.
"You feel so fucking good," you grunt, squeezing her thighs. Your fingers dig into the soft flesh.
"Don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop—"
You can feel your orgasm building. That pressure at the base of your spine getting harder and harder to push off. You're close. Too close.
You slow down.
"What—no, why are you—" Tzuyu looks up at you with desperation in her eyes.
"Just pacing myself." You roll your hips slowly, grinding deep instead of thrusting.
"I was getting close again," she whines.
"I know."
"You're such an asshole."
"You love it."
She does. You can tell by the way she's clenching around you, by that pout on her lips.
You pick up the pace again, just enough to make her moan. Your hands slide along her thighs, feeling the muscle flex as she tries to pull you deeper.
"Please," she gasps. "I need—fuck—I need you to fuck me properly."
"This isn't proper?"
"You know what I mean—"
You thrust hard, once, and she nearly sobs.
"Like that?"
"Yes! Just like that, please—"
You do it again. Then stop. Her pussy clenches around you in frustration.
"I hate you," she pants.
"No you don't."
"I'm going to kill you."
"With these thighs, I hope." You kiss her inner thigh again, scraping your teeth against the skin. She shudders.
"You're obsessed."
"Yep."
You start moving again, finding a rhythm that's just enough to keep you both on edge. Not enough to push either of you over. Her legs are shaking around your head, her pussy dripping down onto the sheets.
"Please," Tzuyu begs. The sound of her begging does something to you. "Please, I'm so close—"
"Not yet."
"I'm going to fucking—"
You thrust deep and grind against her, cutting off whatever threat she was about to make. She just moans instead, nails scratching desperately at your arms.
You're playing with fire. You know if you keep this up much longer you won't be able to hold back.
"I need to cum," you grunt. "Fuck, Tzuyu, I need to cum."
"Then cum." She pulls you down, her legs unwrapping from your shoulders to lock around your waist instead. "Cum inside me. Fill me up."
You drop down, bracing yourself on your forearms on either side of her head. You slide deeper.
"I'm close too," she whimpers. "So fucking close."
You kiss her hard. Your hips move on autopilot now, chasing the release you've been craving. The wet slap of your bodies fills the room, mixing with her moans and your grunts.
"Together," she gasps against your mouth. "Cum with me, please—"
Her pussy tightens around you. You can feel her getting close, that little flutter.
"Fuck, Tzuyu—"
"I'm gonna—oh god I'm gonna—"
It hits you both at the same time. You groan as your cock pulses inside her, pumping her full of cum, and you can feel her pussy clenching and spasming around you, milking every drop.
And because you're apparently an idiot with approximately zero self preservation—
"Meow," you moan into her ear.
For a second she's too lost in her orgasm to process it. Her body is still shaking, pussy still pulsing around your cock. You're both riding out the aftershocks, your cum leaking out around your cock because there's just too much.
Then she goes very, very still.
You're still buried inside her. Still trying to catch your breath. Your brain is fuzzy from the orgasm, a dopey smile plastered on your face.
Tzuyu's hands grip your shoulders. Tight.
She slowly, deliberately, pushes you off of her. You slip out with a wet sound, cum immediately spilling out of her onto the sheets. She sits up, and the look on her face makes your survival instincts finally kick in.
"Did you—" Her voice is dangerously quiet. "Did you just fucking meow while you were cumming inside me?"
Oh you're in trouble.
"I—"
"Did you?"
Your brain scrambles for something, anything that might save you.
"...meow?" you offer weakly.
Her eye twitches.
"You're dead."
"Wait—"
Too late. She's on you in a second, tackling you back onto the bed. Those deadly thighs wrap around your head again and this time there's no mercy. She's actually trying to kill you.
You try to answer but your face is pressed directly against her cum-filled pussy, your own load dripping onto your face. You're suffocating in the mess you made and honestly? You can't even complain.
Your hands tap frantically against her thighs but she ignores it.
"What do you have to say for yourself?"
She loosens just enough for you to gasp out, "Worth it?"
That is, apparently, the wrong answer.
The thighs clamp back down with a vengeance. You're genuinely seeing the light now. Your vision is going dark at the edges.
But god, what a way to go.
Just when you think you might actually pass out, she releases you. You gasp for air, coughing.
Tzuyu looks down at you with a satisfied smirk. Your face is covered in cum, hers and yours mixed together. You probably look absolutely destroyed.
"You're lucky you're cute," she says.
"Does this mean I'm forgiven?"
"Absolutely not." She climbs off you, stretching. "But I'll let you live. For now."
"Shame. Death by thighs is actually a bucket list item of mine."
"Can you go 20 fucking seconds without saying something stupid or mentioning my thighs?"
"…no."
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Hi all! If you haven't already heard, most of the writers on this platform have switched to FanProse. I'm a lot more active on there for sure! But, to be fair, I also took a bit of a break from writing to deal with some life shit. I'm trying to ease back into this, but I have two commissions and a new series to work on, so hopefully it won't be another two months this time!!
authors note: s/o to @emmy2920 for this idea!! my headcans on how a few of the league of villains would eat you out <3
hero ver: HERE!!
DABI
★ y’all are gonna hate what i have to say about this man… but he’s not a real eater. LOOK LOOK LOOK I KNOW. he prefers receiving than giving
★ his dick giving skills DEFINITELY precedes his head skills and that says a lot. HOWEVER that doesn’t mean he’s BAD at eating you out, he just prefers to let his dick do most of the talking (eye roll)
★ his go to is 69… (shocker!) and he’s MEANNN. if he notices that you stopped or falling behind (now this is gonna be crazy but walk with me) he’ll make his palm hot and give your ass a smack (or multiple)
TWICE
★ a very sweet man who cares about you and your pleasure
★ overstimulation nation. just because he’s sweet doesn’t mean that he’s a one and you’re done kind of guy. he gets very obsessive over eating you out, to the point where you have to push his head to get off of you. (he’d definitely be like “oh no no don’t run you said you wanted me to eat you out, so let me eat” and locks his arms around your thighs so you can’t move)
MR. COMPRESS
★ this man be playing in your face so bad and it’s funny because he lives for that shit— to quickly explain he’s a very big tease
★ he loves tying you up before he eats you out. (is into bondage i would know) and likes to hear you beg for him to stop being a tease as he kisses and licks everywhere but where you need him most
★ is so very into edging as well, he knows when you’re about to cum so he purposely stops just to hear you cry and beg
SHIGGY
★ as much as i couldn’t stand him for half of the show, i’ve come to the conclusion that he’s a lover boy. a big ole simp that’s on your hip like a cute lil dog
★ when he eats you (we’re gonna have to close our eyes and imagine that fuck ass quirk doesn’t exist) he always has a firm grip on whatever his hand is on, whether that’s your thighs, your legs, the bed, doesn’t matter. will not let you move until he’s done
Reader casually calls them “bro” or “dude,” and these are the boys’ reactions. Expect a mix of confusion, overthinking, teasing, and over-the-top dramatics.
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Shoto Todoroki
The first time you called him “bro,” Todoroki stopped mid-step. He stared at you, expression unreadable, like you had just spoken in a language he didn’t know.
“…Bro?” he repeated slowly. His voice was quiet but tinged with confusion. “I thought I was your boyfriend.”
You tried to laugh it off. “It’s just something I say, Shoto. Don’t take it so seriously.”
But of course, he did. Todoroki overthought it the rest of the day, replaying the word in his head, analyzing the context like he was preparing for an exam. Eventually, he asked, “Do you… call everyone that? Or was it just me?”
When you explained it was just a slip of habit, he relaxed slightly, though his face stayed serious. “I don’t mind if you say it, but…” He hesitated, cheeks turning faintly red. “I’d rather you call me yours than your brother.”
The next time you casually called someone else “dude,” he muttered under his breath, “I see. So I am the bro.” You had to hug him right then and there to make him stop sulking.
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Katsuki Bakugo
It happened during an argument, of course. He was yelling, and you snapped back, “Dude, you’re being way too loud!”
Bakugo froze mid-shout, whipping his head toward you with wild eyes. “What the hell did you just call me?”
“Uh… dude?” you answered carefully.
His face turned bright red. “I’m not your dude! I’m your damn boyfriend!”
You tried to stifle a laugh, which only made him bristle more. “Don’t laugh at me, dumbass! You think I’m some extra off the street you can just ‘bro’ around?!”
For the next week, any time you even started with “d—” he cut you off instantly. “Don’t even say it.” He’d glare like you’d insulted him personally.
But what he didn’t admit was how much it bugged him when you called other people “dude.” The idea of you tossing that word at anyone else made him scowl twice as hard. Eventually, you teased him with a soft, “Relax, bro.”
The explosion that followed nearly took out the couch.
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Denki Kaminari
When “bro” slipped out of your mouth, Denki gasped like you’d shattered his heart. He grabbed his chest dramatically, stumbling back. “BRO?! Babe, how could you?!”
You tried to explain it was just a habit, but he was already spinning in circles. “You’ve friend-zoned me! I’m officially friend-zoned!”
“Denki—”
“No, don’t try to take it back now,” he said, flopping face-first onto the couch. “Guess I’m just your dude now…”
He whined about it for the rest of the day, pouting like a kicked puppy. But by the evening, when you hugged him from behind and murmured, “You’re my boyfriend, not my bro,” his mood flipped immediately. “Really? Okay, good. But… maybe just save the ‘bro’ stuff for others, okay?”
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Midoriya Izuku
You were listening to him ramble about a new quirk theory when you interrupted with, “Dude, slow down, you’re talking too fast.”
Midoriya froze like his brain had blue-screened. “D-dude? Did you just—wait, did you mean me? You called me dude?!” His face turned crimson in seconds.
You waved it off. “It’s just something I say, Izuku. Don’t overthink it.”
But of course, he did. His mind spun with questions: Did you think of him as a “dude” before a boyfriend? Was it a sign you were too casual? Did it mean you were less serious about him? He tried to keep smiling, but you could practically see the steam pouring out of his ears.
Finally, you kissed his cheek and reassured him. “You’re my boyfriend. Just… sometimes you’re also my dude.”
He smiled sheepishly, scratching his neck. “O-oh… Okay. I can live with that.”
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Tenya Iida
The moment “bro” left your mouth, Tenya’s glasses flashed ominously. “Excuse me? Did you just call me ‘bro’?”
You snorted, “Yeah? It’s just a habit.”
His arms started chopping the air at record speed. “I am your partner, not your sibling! Such casual terminology undermines the seriousness of our bond!”
You tried not to laugh as he kept lecturing about “appropriate terms of endearment” and “respect within a relationship.”
By the end, he sighed heavily, still adjusting his glasses. “If it happens again, I will forgive you… but I prefer more precise terminology. ‘Darling,’ for example, would be acceptable.”
You grinned, leaning close to whisper, “Got it, bro.”
His yell could probably be heard across campus.
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Eijirou Kirishima
You called him “dude” after he nailed a move in training, and Kirishima blinked before grinning wide. “Hell yeah, dude! Wait—did you mean me, or like… dude-dude?”
You laughed. “You. Obviously.”
He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t mind. I call everyone bro, so it’s kinda cool if you call me that too. Makes me feel, I dunno… like we’re best friends and dating, y’know?”
Later, though, when you called him “babe,” he lit up even more. “See? That’s perfect! Call me both—it’s balanced, like protein and carbs.”
Honestly, he didn’t care what you called him. As long as you kept smiling at him, “dude” was just another way of saying you loved him.
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Shouta Aizawa
It slipped out one morning when he handed you a coffee. “Thanks, bro.”
Aizawa stopped mid-sip of his own drink and gave you a long, deadpan stare. “…I don’t know if that was supposed to be affectionate or not, but don’t do it again.”
You grinned at him. “What, you don’t want to be my bro?”
He sighed, rubbing his temple. “I barely wanted to be awake. Now I apparently have to argue about semantics too.” He didn’t press further, but the next time you tried it, his scarf immediately wrapped around your wrist as a warning.
Safe to say, you learned “bro” was not on his approved list of nicknames.
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Tomura Shigaraki
You called him “dude” while he was mashing buttons in the middle of a game.
“Dude, you’re totally camping—”
He froze, eyes flicking toward you. “Did you just call me… dude?”
“…Yeah?”
He scoffed, turning back to the screen. “Tch. Whatever.”
But ten minutes later, his voice was quieter. “Don’t call anyone else that, though.”
You blinked. “Why not?”
He hunched his shoulders, muttering, “’Cause you’re mine. Not anyone else’s ‘dude.’”
His ears were burning red the whole time.
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Hawks
You casually said, “Bro, you’ve got feathers everywhere. again.”
Hawks clutched his chest dramatically, dropping to his knees. “Bro? Darling, I thought we were lovers, not wingmen!”
You rolled your eyes, but he kept it up all day. “Hey, bro, pass me the remote.” “Bro, wanna grab dinner later?” He leaned into the joke so hard it was impossible to escape.
Finally, you groaned, “Okay, okay! You’re not my bro, you’re my boyfriend.”
His grin softened into something gentler as he pressed a feather against your cheek. “Good. Just making sure you remember.”
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Dabi
The moment you called him “dude,” his lips curled into a smirk. “Dude, huh? Didn’t know I was one of the boys now.”
You rolled your eyes. “Don’t be dramatic. It’s just a habit.”
“Oh no, I get it,” he said, leaning in close, voice low and teasing. “You don’t see me as your man. I’m just your pal, your buddy, your dude.” He clutched his chest mockingly. “Ouch. Right in the heart.”
You pushed him away, laughing, but he didn’t drop it for the rest of the night. Still, when you later slipped and called him “baby” instead, his grin turned softer, almost genuine.
He never admitted it, but between “dude” and “baby,” he knew exactly which one he wanted to hear more.
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Hanta Sero
You called him “bro” while the two of you were hanging out, and Sero immediately laughed. “Bro? Guess we’re bros now.”
You shrugged. “It’s just a habit.”
“Don’t worry, I don’t mind,” he said with a grin. “But if you’re gonna call me bro, you’ve gotta balance it out with something sweeter too. Like… ‘handsome.’”
You shook your head, but the next day, when you teased him with, “Thanks, handsome dude,” his grin nearly split his face in two.
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Twice
The second “dude” left your mouth, Twice staggered back like he’d been stabbed. One side of him yelled, “THEY JUST FRIEND-ZONED US!” while the other half screamed back, “NO THEY DIDN’T, CALM DOWN!”
You groaned, reaching for his hand. “Jin, it’s just a word. I didn’t friend-zone you.”
He panicked for another solid minute, both sides arguing dramatically, before finally collapsing into your arms with a sigh. “Fine, but don’t scare me like that again! You’re not allowed to call me dude unless it’s like, sexy-dude. Got it?”
You kissed his forehead. “Got it, sexy-dude.”
His whole face lit up like sunshine.
Let me know if you have any feedback or if there’s any warnings I need to put on my post. I am always open for requests as long as I know the characters! I hope you enjoyed reading this!
content: fem!reader, headcannons, jihyo can't keep her eyes to herself, workouts, an.... attempt to remain professional, reader is implied to be new to the gym, mohyo roommates, praise (help me), one use of good girl (again, help me), gisele from aespa is briefly here, suggestive at the end word count: 1.4k note: gym gf jihyo save me. also idk anything about the gym so i'm sorry if there are any inaccuracies!!
★ personal trainer!jihyo who always pushes you to your limits, knowing them better than you do
"no more, please," you beg, arms shaking as you hold yourself in the plank position for far longer than you'd like.
jihyo would never make you do anything you weren't comfortable with, or push you for longer than you can handle, but she does love to test your limits, steadily lowering them every session. she takes in your form, establishing how long you can realistically hold it for, and shakes her head, "you've got at least another minute in you."
"jihyo....." you nearly whine, looking up at her with pleading eyes.
her breath hitches at the sound, at your position on the floor, practically begging for her. still, she swallows and stays firm in her refusal, "keep going."
after another minute or so, you break the plank, arms burning. you're exhausted and sweaty, but proud at having beaten your personal best.
jihyo just smiles, "see, i told you so."
★ personal trainer!jihyo who always subtly makes sure you're eating and drinking enough
★ personal trainer!jihyo who is always very aware of the way you, biting your lip, watch her demonstrate on the machines
"this is a hip thrust," she explains, settling into the machine. "i think you're ready to move onto these."
you swallow, watching her movements with barely contained desire. faintly, you can hear her saying something, but it's drowned out by your focus on the way her hips move, the veins in her arms, the way her shirt rides up, the —
"you got it?" jihyo asks. shit, she was explaining everything you needed to do, and there you were, lusting over her instead of actually listening.
"um, yeah," you nod despite having no idea what she just said, a little breathless despite not having done anything yourself. "actually, can you show me again? i got a little...lost in thought."
"sure," she agrees, starting up again. you think you see her smirk, but it's gone so fast you must've been imagining it. "just make sure you're paying attention this time."
★ personal trainer!jihyo who praises you more than she probably should
"that's it, just like that," she affirms, watching you get the hang of pull ups. "can you do five more for me?"
"yeah," you reply, a little breathless from both the exercise and her words.
"good girl."
★ personal trainer!jihyo who can't help but get distracted by your gym clothes
"is something wrong?" you ask your trainer, snapping her out of the daze she was in.
"no. sorry," she shakes her head, then, "is that a new set?"
"oh yeah! i got it last week, i've been wanting to show you it," you beam. the set hugs your body in all the right places, accentuating your features. when you tried it on in the store, you knew instantly you couldn't go home without it, and if the decision to purchase was influenced by the thought of jihyo struggling to maintain her composure seeing you in it.....well then who could blame you?
jihyo nods, swallowing down the implications of you wanting to show her, "it looks good."
★ personal trainer!jihyo who gets irrationally jealous when someone hits on you
you're taking a water break when the girl approaches you, "hey, i'm giselle."
"oh, hi," you look up, taking her in. she's really pretty, wearing just a tank top and shorts with her brown hair held up in a claw clip. "did you need this space? we're just about to move."
she shakes her head, handing you a slip of paper, "i've seen you here a few times now and i wanted to give you my number, but no pressure if you don't wanna call it."
before you can even reply, she's walking away, waving back at you once and then heading towards where her friend is waiting at one of the machines.
"are you gonna call her?" jihyo breaks the awkward silence, and edge to her tone.
"i mean, i don't know. she was cool, so maybe—" you falter at her expression, never having seen jihyo so tense before. her jaw is clenched, nails digging into her crossed arms. you've seen her intense and focused before, but this is different, and your stomach flips at the sight. "probably not."
"you should, she's pretty," jihyo forces the words out through gritted teeth.
"i guess i'll think about it?" you shrug, knowing damn well you have no plans to even look at the number.
is she jealous? the thought makes you extremely flustered.
★ personal trainer!jihyo who always reminds you to breathe during exercises
★ personal trainer!jihyo who never cared much about the way her gym outfits looked until you come along
what has she become?
jihyo stands in front of her mirror, painfully aware she should probably be on her way to the gym by now, but she can't decide what to wear.
it's not that you make her insecure, quite the opposite, but she finds herself wanting to impress you. every time she gets ready, she can't help but wonder if you'll like it, if your eyes will rake over her body like hers do to you. today's tight compression top and sweats are sure to make you loose your mind, so there's just one more thing to figure out.
"momo, which hat looks better?" she calls out to her roommate, who looks at her like she's been possessed but points to the white one anyways, despite the fact that they both look the same.
jihyo nods like she was thinking exactly that, puts the cap on, grabs her keys and a protein bar off the counter, and darts out the door, "thanks! i'll see you later!"
★ personal trainer!jihyo who corrects your form in a very hands on way
"am i doing it right?"
"your core is off a bit, let me just—" jihyo suddenly stops herself. "can i touch you?"
"yeah, sure." it's not like jihyo hasn't touched you before, with permission of course, but the proximity still makes your breath hitch.
she stands behind you, her palm splayed over your stomach, so close you can feel her breath against the nape of your neck. "you need to engage here more."
you adjust your form, then turn your head to look at her. there's only a few inches separating her lips and yours, all it would take is one step to close the gap—
jihyo steps back suddenly, snapping herself out of it. a second longer and she would've been pressing you against the wall. "yeah, you've got it now."
★ personal trainer!jihyo who swore she would never get involved with a client until she meets you outside of your sessions
you enter the restaurant bathroom, just needing to freshen up before eating dinner, when you spot the most beautiful girl washing her hands, her arms so well defined you might as well be drooling. she's wearing the most gorgeous black dress, her brown hair flowing down her back. then, she turns, and you stop short when you see her face, "jihyo? is that you?"
her eyes widen when she sees you in something other than your gym sets for the first time. you can admit your dress is probably a little shorter than appropriate, so you don't blame her when her words just slip out, "holy shit, if you weren't my client i would...."
"you would what, jihyo?" maybe it's the few sips of alcohol you had getting to your head, or maybe it's the way jihyo is practically undressing you with her eyes, but whatever the reason, you feel bolder. it's about time you did something about this tension. "because i'm not your client right now, am i?"
she swallows, eyes darting to the door. there's no in here but the two of you, and with how empty the restaurant is at this time of night, she doubts anyone will walk in. "how long 'till your food arrives?"
"i don't know, maybe five minutes?" you estimate. is this really happening right now?
"i can do five minutes." jihyo takes your hand, pulling you into the nearest stall and locking it shut. she has you against the cubicle door, chest pressed against yours. it's as close as you've ever been, so close she can feel your racing heartbeat thumping against hers. "are you sure?"
"jihyo, please...." it's all the confirmation she needs.
I think six-seven months now, but I’m back with a new smut with Nayeon and Tzuyu.
This chapter revolves the first Twice-date a couple of years ago at a restaurant where they had dinner and talked.
For the life of me, I couldn’t find the restaurant that they ate so I made up a name, but if anyone does know, I’ll change it quickly.
Now Tumblr has a limit on how many words being used per post, so this will be part 1 of 3. I do have the entire chapter done, just breaking it off and releasing in hours each apart.
Now without further ado…PART 1
TAGS: Threesome, two one on ones, foot job, missionary, 69, lesbian, face riding, cowgirl
WORDS: 37958
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DING DIN-PUSH
You pressed a knuckle to the slices of pizza heated up from the microwave.
“Perfect.” You used a dish rag to gather the hot plate before closing the compartment and heading towards your couch, settling the dish down while settling on the cushions.
You’d planned it perfectly: no early alarm, no uniform, no dodging in the kitchen or talking to customers.
Just a plate of leftover pepperoni pizza, a basketball game streaming on your TV, and you stretched out on the couch in PJs as the announcer’s voice echoed from the screen while you pulled your phone to open Arknights, with the smell of cheese and pepperoni hitting you like a warm hug as you took a bite.
Halfway through your second bite, a call notification appeared from your boss.
Mr. Kwon
You swallowed quickly and hit answer.
“Afternoon, Mr. Kwon.”
“(YN) I’m sorry to call you on your day off, but I need you here at the restaurant now.”
You sat up slightly.
“What’s going on?”
“Can’t say, but it’s nothing bad,” he replied quickly, “just come with your work attire. Soon as you can.”
Your brows furrowed, but you didn’t push.
If Mr. Kwon was being vague, there was a reason, and after years of working together, you knew he wasn’t one to joke around.
Especially with this one with his tone.
“Okay then, be there in like 20 mins,” you said simply, already standing and tossing the pizza slice back onto the plate.
“Perfect, and another favor: do not tell anyone else about today.” He asked as you slow-paced towards your bedroom.
“Uhh, sure,” you said, “anything else I should know or bring?”
There was a small pause on the line before he spoke again.
“No, I’ll tell you what’s going on here. All I can say is that a couple of VIPs are here today. Sorry, got to go.”
The call disconnected, and you lowered and stared at your phone.
“…right, see you in a bit,” you said, putting the phone in your pocket. “Guess pizza will have to wait,” you repeated but wasted no time in changing. “VIPs, huh? Hmm…”
TIMESKIP
RING RING RING
You looked at the caller ID of the dashboard and pressed the “Accept” button on the steering wheel. “Don’t worry, Mr. Kwon, I’m a few minutes away.”
“Good, sort of stressing over here.”
“You? Nooo…” You joked as Mr. Kwon chuckled on the other side, “Whoever it is, I’m sure everything will be fine. Not like we’re hosting the president, right?” You joked.
“You’ll find out once you get here. Listen, it’s odd, but once you reach the back, you’ll be stopped and be asked for your credentials. I already let them know you’re supposed to be here.”
Halfway through his explanation, you did a double take on your car’s dashboard.
“Wait, IS the president really there?”
“You’ll find out. I must go.”
“Alright…”
DING
“Are we actually serving the president?”
Shaking your head, you turned onto the next street.
The restaurant you worked at, Epiticon, was a slightly above average restaurant.
Nothing like fast food, but nothing like the rich, suave, high class either.
It wasn’t anything much to brag about; the food is great, the service is great, and the setting is great.
All in all, great.
Driving through the streets, there were quite a handful of people about; being noon, there wouldn’t be that many, as most would be in school or work, but it does get crowded come nighttime.
But that’s what you liked about the neighborhood.
Calm when it is and lively when it’s not.
The drive wasn’t long and pulling onto the familiar street, your eyes caught something unusual.
A pair of black SUVs parked near the alleyway by the restaurant’s back entrance with two men in suits standing near them, with one of them stepping forward, holding their hand up to you.
“Okay, he wasn’t joking.” You slowed to a halt as the same one came around to your now lowered window.
“Are you Mr. (LN)?” He asked.
“I am.”
“May I see an ID please?” He requested as you looked at the other guy and then back at him.
“Sure, let me…” You pulled your wallet out from your pocket and took the ID inside and removed it, handing it towards the man.
“Thank you,” he then looked at you and back at the ID for a few seconds, “alright,” he handed you back the plastic card, “you can head in.” He waved inside as the other one stepped to the side as well.
“Thank you as well,” you said while slowly driving in, “now I’m starting to think it the president. Movie star? Could be one of those game shows too.”
As you rolled in towards your usual spot, you notice several vans and cars already parked.
The vans rose your idea of potential camera crews and equipment.
“Lot of cameras, maybe it is a reality show. Cool. If so, wonder what program?”
You parked in your spot, unbuckled and headed out of the car, locking it behind and making your way towards the back entrance.
First thing you saw were a crew of five on the outside part of the restaurant.
There’s plenty of tables put inside but due to the weather being almost the perfect temp, most occasionally asked to be seated out.
The five were putting up cameras and you spotted one holding a larger one, but you didn’t get a great look as…
“Ah (YN), you’re here.” You looked forward to seeing your boss waving at you.
“Mr. Kwon looks busy,” you said as your boss waved for you to follow him. “Are we on the news? Maybe a reality show?”
“I’ll tell you in the kitchen.” Your boss turned, and you followed, though your sight was on the multiple people pointing at certain angles as you shrugged.
After a short walk and through double doors, you two were in the kitchen now as your boss stopped and turned in place.
“Now this whole setup was requested about a month ago. I’m the only one who knows between everyone working here,” he said with a smile, “a couple of VIPs are dining in today and have requested to be alone, so I suggested our day off.”
“So not the president?”
You tilted your head and looked back through the door’s mini window.
“Nope, idols.”
You quickly turned to your boss, almost breaking your neck.
“Idols?” He nodded. “Are you serious? Which group?”
“No group, only a couple from one, Twice’s very own Nayeon and Tzuyu.”
“...” Your jaw dropped upon hearing Twice as your boss chuckled at your expression.
“No, fuck you, you’re lying.”
“Nope, their manager contacted me about having this place open just for them today. I thought it was a prank call, but after verifying, I quickly agreed to the arrangement. They’re going to do a blog or episode of some project and have requested this restaurant. I had to keep quiet till now. Couldn’t let leaks be released.”
You slowly turned to the window again.
“Holy hell…s-so it’s just us?” You asked, turning back to him.
“Yes. I’ll be cooking, and you’ll be serving.”
You were going to question why you specifically, but you quickly forgot you were the head waiter of the establishment.
“I trust you can handle it?” You nodded quickly.
“Hell yeah, I can.”
“Good, now I’ve been given specific instructions for you to not interact with them unless they ask for you; we’re not to disturb nor take their time from their own talks, as they’ll be recording themselves for the whole meal. Understand? Just tend to their needs when asked.”
“Hey, that’s fine by me. Ah, man, I’m going to serve Nayeon and Tzuyu.” You gripped your hands and pumped them in the air, close to your torso. “I owe you big time, Mr. Kwon.”
He waved it off.
“Pay it off with an excellent job. If this goes well, this will boost Epiticon majorly. Now go check the table and make sure everything’s in place. Triple check. They’ll be here soon.” Mr. Kwon ordered as you nodded.
You took a deep breath, feeling your heart thumping like it was trying to escape your chest.
“Okay, okay…relax,” you whispered, placing your hands on your hips and puffing out some air, “you’ve been doing this a hundred times a day now. This is no different.”
You walked over to the sink and splashed cold water on your face, gripping the edge of the counter as the cool sensation jolted your senses.
“They’re just two customers,” you said in your reflection, “incredible, stunning, globally famous customers, but customers nonetheless.”
You turned back and fixed your sleeves, smoothing out every wrinkle in your shirt. Though your fingers trembled slightly, you shook them out, slapping your hands lightly before heading out the door.
Every table had been cleared except the one where staff were working on it.
Walking towards them, a few looked towards your direction, and one, a woman, started to head towards you. Meeting halfway, you stopped, as did she.
“I’m assuming you’re (YN)? The waiter?” She asked as you nodded, “Has your boss talked to you about what’s going on?” She continued.
“Yes, no interactions unless they request it of me.”
“Good, they should be here in about ten minutes.” She checked her phone as you held your excitement.
“Just enough time for me to double-check the table.” You responded as she nodded.
“Wonderful, we’re doing last-minute checks, and we’ll be clearing from here.”
“Understood. So, it’ll just be them here?” You asked.
“Yes, we’ll be outside waiting.” She answered as you nodded, and she turned and pointed at the table outside. “Now we’ve set up cameras around the table to get a one-eighty view from the outside in. When they’re done, we’ll clean up as if we weren’t here. Just one question: do you mind if you’re in the video? We can edit or blur you out if you do.” She turned back to you as you shook your head. “Okay, then with that, we’ll finish up here. Thank you.” She bowed slightly as you returned the gesture as she turned back to her group and you headed to the table.
You looked at the two seats on either side of the table and smiled.
‘Holy hell, they’re going to be here! Hehehe, oh my god.'
You took a deep breath to relax yourself and paced towards and around the table, tugging the napkins into cleaner folds, adjusting a fork by less than a centimeter, then stepping back only to return once more.
A few minutes have passed and now you were standing still while watching most staff leave until the lady and one other stayed and looked around, like you with the table, before giving a nod towards another.
The same lady looked at you, “okay, they’re here, good luck,” she said and nodded as you did but slowly.
She turned to leave with the other member as you stared at the open door.
The faint hum of the air conditioning and the distant clatter from the kitchen were the only sounds, and your heart pounded louder than—
“Oh, this place looks so nice.”
“Mmph, really cozy. I like it.”
The two practically made the entire atmosphere shift, carrying a presence that was unmistakable.
Nayeon, effortlessly radiant in a coat over a white top/vest and jeans, her pigtails bouncing slightly with each step.
Beside her, Tzuyu, poised in a soft, casual chestnut long-sleeve and matching blue jeans, both beauties almost surreal in person.
You couldn’t believe they were literal steps in front of you with no one around.
‘They’re really here…damn…’
Nayeon’s eyes wandered the space as she smiled and whispered something to Tzuyu, who nodded slightly, her gaze doing a slow sweep of the area.
They stopped just a few feet away from you.
‘This is it. Don’t screw it up.’
You bowed respectfully towards them.
“Welcome to Epiticon. My name is (YN) (LN), and I will be your waiter today. Your table is ready,” you waved towards the table, “if you can follow me, please.”
Nayeon smiled kindly and nodded.
“Thank you~”
I'm Nayeon, and I just thanked you.
‘Wow.’
You kept your expression as neutral and professional as possible, even though your brain was firing alarms in every direction, leading them to the table set outside of the restaurant, where the weather was on their side—not enough to be hot, but the right amount behind clouds and a slight breeze.
Now out on the patio, you waved at the seats as Nayeon thanked you once more and set her items on the space on her seat while Tzuyu walked on the other side.
You pointed towards their table, arms behind your back.
“I’ll get you the menu and water.”
“Okay~” “Okay,” they both replied as you did your absolute best to not show emotion towards them till turning around, lowering your guard while mouthing the word ‘wow.’
You slipped back inside, grabbed the menus and a chilled pitcher filled with ice water, and walked back, steadying yourself as you walked back outside.
Both had already made themselves comfortable, with Nayeon leaning slightly on her arm as she scrolled her phone while Tzuyu sat upright looking around the patio.
“Here’s your water,” you said, filling them with the pitcher of iced water and leaving it in the middle of the table, “and your menus.” You placed down the two black tri-fold menus.
You stepped back with your hands behind your back while the girls started to browse.
“I’ll give you a few minutes to ord—“
“Actually,” Nayeon traced a finger on the top left corner of the opened menu, “…the scallops, are they good?”
‘Wow, she’s quick.’
You nodded.
“They’re our most requested appetizers. The scallops are pan-seared with brown butter and thyme. It balances nicely with the shredded vegetables and crispy noodles.”
Nayeon hummed thoughtfully while nodding.
Tzuyu spoke next, her eyes still on the menu.
“And the duck?”
“It’s a pan-roasted duck breast with a reduced cherry port glaze and served with mandarins, herbs, and charred cabbage.”
“That sounds nice,” Tzuyu said quietly.
Then Nayeon glanced at you again.
“And what about the beef wellington?” She pointed. “It says ‘best dish.’ Is it?”
“It’s our specialty. It’s my favorite dish here actually. The beef tenderloin is wrapped in mushroom duxelles and prosciutto before it’s baked in puff pastry. It’s rich and savory, and each layer of texture makes each bite feel special.”
You couldn’t help but insert that slight pun as Nayeon had a slight chuckle.
“Heh, so if we went out for dinner, this is what you’d order for us?” She asked suddenly as you opened your mouth; her words and emphasizing the word ‘we’ made you think otherwise.
“Uh, well I-I would, yes.”
Nayeon nodded.
“Then give us that then too, please.” Nayeon glanced at Tzuyu. “I think I’m good. Are you ready?”
You gulped while taking a breath.
‘Why would she say it like that?’
“I’ll take the duck then. I notice you have wine too.” Tzuyu asked as you nodded.
“We have a select few, but a solid selection.” You resumed your business side, “if you’re ordering the duck, most people prefer it with the pinot noir,” you explained. “It’s light and fruity and complements well with the dish.”
“Hmm…what if we want something heavy?” Nayeon asked.
“Then our Casillero is an excellent choice. Personally, it’s my favorite on the list.”
“…I’m fine with that,” Tzuyu said as Nayeon nodded.
“Then we’ll take a bottle of that,” you nodded, while writing that down, “I guess that’s it. Scallops to start, and then you can bring the others whenever they’re ready. No need to rush; we can be here for a while if needed.” Nayeon smiled and held her hands in front of her.
“Then I shall let our chef know.”
Bowing politely, you turned towards the inside of the restaurant, though Nayeon’s remark hadn’t left your mind.
‘That wasn’t…flirting? Right? What the hell am I thinking? As if Nayeon would do that to me.’
Pushing the door to the kitchen, Mr. Kwon seemed to be prepped already for what’s to come.
“Ready?” He asked as you stepped closer and handed the order and leaned against the counter for a second, “scallops, duck, and Wellington,” Chef Kwon repeated, checking the ticket.
“Yeah,” you muttered, “also both entrees don’t have to come out together; they asked to prepare them as best as you can.”
“Will do, it won’t be long for scallops. I see they also ordered the Casillero.”
“Yeah, Tzuyu drinks most of the group, so no surprise there. I’m heading back to give the wine and stand ready,” you pointed behind him as Kwon turned his attention to the sizzling pan already warming on the range.
The smell of butter and garlic was already creeping into the air as you went to grab the Casillero bottle from the wine shelf and pulled two clean glasses from the rack.
Your fingers slipped around the stems, and now you were walking back through the double doors, where you could hear Nayeon’s laugh before you saw them.
You approached with the bottle tucked neatly, now having their attention.
“Your wine,” you said softly, setting the glasses down and showing them the bottle.
“Would you like me to pour?”
“Please.” Nayeon answered as you lowered their cups and filled them with the dark red liquid.
You uncorked the bottle with practiced ease as Nayeon leaned her chin onto her hand, watching you closely.
You poured carefully into each glass, the dark red swirling before each one was placed in front of each girl.
Nayeon picked hers up first, swirling it idly.
“Mmm~ looks good *sniff* smells nice too.”
Tzuyu lifted hers too, took a quiet sip, and set it back down with the smallest nod.
“This is good.”
You nodded and placed the bottle down.
“Is there anything else you need?” You asked them, shaking their heads in response, “let me check your scallops.” You turned and headed back into the lobby, though you turned around and noticed them taking selfies with their cups.
‘Wow, I can’t belive they’re just eating right in front of me. Wonder how long they’re going to be here?’ You weren’t complaining though.
Turns out, fifty-ish minutes was the time they needed before finishing up the last of the Wellington from your pov.
And for the past fifty minutes, five of them were placing their entrees down or refilling their water when needed.
Other than that, being on standby waiting for their instructions.
Don’t get yourself wrong; it’s amazing to serve the two, and you understood they needed their space like any other customer, but serving only that ONE table was not the most fun you had.
You didn’t want to look unprofessional being on your phone, or you could be in the kitchen, but your boss didn’t need or want any distractions while creating the best variation of each dish they requested.
And he was right.
The girls seem to enjoy the meals with them taking selfies and Nayeon dancing in her seat with the first five bites of each-
WAVE WAVE WAVE
Nayeon waving at you broke your thoughts as you headed forward right away.
“Yes?” You asked, eyeing the plate of minimal leftovers of the Wellington.
“I wanted to say that we’re done.” Nayeon said as you nodded.
“And how was the Wellington?” You questioned as the two nodded with Nayeon beaming.
“Perfection! It was sooooo good~” She patted her belly as Tzuyu nodded, “thank you for recommending the dish.”
“You’re quite welcome. I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
“If it’s possible, may we see the chef to thank?” Nayeon asked as you nodded.
“Of course, let me get him.” You turned your back, pushing the door open toward the kitchen.
Mr. Kwon was cleaning his station, his apron faintly dusted with remains as he glanced up when you approached.
“They want to thank you personally. They’re about to leave.”
“Alright,” he took his apron off and placed it on the counter before heading towards you, holding the door for him as he stepped out into the main lobby and spotted the two, now up and standing under the frame to the outside.
“Chef?”
“Ms. Im, Ms. Chou, I’m Mr. Kwon.” He introduced himself.
“We just wanted to say thank you. Everything was amazing. Really.” Nayeon looked back at her table.
“The place is nice as well.” Tzuyu followed with her usual quiet tone. “Thank you.”
Kwon bowed slightly.
“No thank you. It’s an honor to cook for you both. I’m glad it was to your liking.”
“We’ll definitely remember this place and unfortunately, we must be off. We’ll tell the crew to come back and pick the equipment up.” Nayeon beckoned as Mr. Kwon nodded.
“Of course, again, thank you for coming.” Was the last thing he said before he left you three alone.
“(YN)? Mind escorting us out?” Nayeon asked of you, and a little more time with the two doesn’t hurt.
Nodding, you started to walk forward with the two behind you.
“So (YN), now that we’re done, are you a fan of us?” Nayeon suddenly sprung on you as you kept walking but nodded.
“Yes, I am. Your songs are catchy.”
“Thank you. How long?” She asked further.
“A few years, give or take.”
“Never thought you’d be serving us huh?” Nayeon grinned from the back as you nodded once more.
“Never. Won’t forget this day.”
Nayeon side eyed Tzuyu who returned the sight as Nayeon nodded.
“And here we are,” You stood near the exit and turned around to face them, “thank you both for dining here. We hope to see you again soon.“
Nayeon turned her head towards the table and then back while walking a few steps towards the exit as you watched her, but then she turned around, under the exit frame.
“(YN).” Nayeon beckoned you to head towards her near the entrance by waving.
“Yes?” You asked, approaching her as she pulled her purse over her shoulder as Tzuyu joined her.
“Before we leave, we want to say you’ve been an excellent server. So much so that we can’t leave without giving you a tip.” She added as you shook your head and hand.
“There’s no need for that. Your visit is well enough.”
“No, we insist, it was both an excellent service and meal as well. So here,” Nayeon held her hand out, holding a folded notepad-sized paper in it.
It wasn’t cash, but an offering from Nayeon couldn’t be bad at all, and your top thought was her number, but that was wishful thinking at best.
You reached to take it, but Nayeon pulled away at the last second, causing you to look at her grin.
“I wouldn’t read it now. Wait till you’re alone.” She said in a hushed tone as your guess of it being her number increased.
Your eyes went to Tzuyu, her cold stare right back as you returned to Nayeon, nodding slowly.
“O-okay.”
“Here,” Nayeon then pushed her hand forward, offering the paper again as you reached to take it, now in yours, “hehe~ thank you (YN)~”
You nodded while sliding the note into your pocket, your adrenaline increasing tenfold.
“Y-yeah, uhm, but I should be the one thanking you two. It was a pleasure to serve you and have you two dine here. I hope you have a wonderful rest of your night as well as your career.” You wished them well as they returned the gesture.
“You too.” “Thank you~”
They both turned their back and headed out the door, turning to the left as you bit your lips and pumped your fists.
“Holy-“
You looked down at your pocket, almost pulling out the note right away.
‘I mean, what else could it-‘
“You’re happy.”
You immediately turned to your Mr. Kwon walking towards you.
“Oh uh, y-yeah.”
“Heh, are they gone?” He looked over at the table as you regained some composure.
“Yes, they’re uh,” you turned to the door and back, “bringing the crew in.”
“Great,” he stepped closer, “I’d say the past hour was a success. Wouldn’t you?” He asked now near you as you nodded.
“Very,”
He patted your shoulder.
“Thanks for today (YN),”
You shook your head with a grin.
“No sir, thank you. Guess we wait for them to clean up?” You said as Mr. Kwon stepped closer and wrapped his arm around yours.
“Finally, we can talk about it.” Nayeon pushed the entrance to her apartment.
(For this fic, they live separately in pairs like IRL, but Nayeon lives with Tzuyu instead.)
“It’s about time we’re doing this. We’ve been talking about this for months now.” Nayeon said with a slight hop as Tzuyu walked past her while she closed the door behind her.
SHUT
“And you’ve been so picky with everyone we’ve seen, so I’m glad we finally agreed on someone.” Nayeon said from the back as Tzuyu turned while walking forward.
“Well, I’m not picking just anyone.” Tzuyu shook her head. “He has to be right,” Tzuyu crossed her arms, “if it goes through, he’ll be our first man with an actual dick and not some plastic toy. I just hope he doesn’t suck.”
“I think we’ll be doing most of the sucking~” Tzuyu rolled her eyes at her joke as Nayeon rolled her eyes, “oh relax Tzuyu. It’ll be a fun night, and so what if he does? We’ll just find someone else or forget about guys in general and continue with each other. No harm, no foul.”
“…”
Tzuyu remained still as her sight dropped to the floor tiles.
The silence from her had Nayeon frowning slightly; evidently this was no time for laughs, and she started walking towards her.
“Hey,” Tzuyu looked at her eldest, “you know we don’t have to do this.” She reached to her and placed a hand on her arm, rubbing it up and down as Tzuyu shook her head.
“It’s okay. It’s me. I know we’ve been discussing this night happening. I’m not saying no, but it is a new experience for us, to me.”
“Well I’m nervous too, but something tells me that (YN) will be great, and it’ll be fun. However, he’s nothing compared to you Tzuyu.” Tzuyu cracked a smile at that. “You’re above everyone else. I know you chose him too, but I don’t want you to do this if you’re not a hundred percent sure.”
“…are you a hundred percent sure?” She countered as Nayeon nodded.
“I am, but if you aren’t, that’s totally fine. We can do something else if (YN) gets here. Talk about our careers, sign something for him, see him off and never see him again. Then~ we’ll have fun after.” Nayeon grinned at the end as Tzuyu hummed…but shook her head.
“But I don’t want to ruin your night.” Tzuyu said as Nayeon patted her arm once more.
“You’re not Tzuyu; you could never, don’t worry.”
The two gazed at each other for a few seconds before Tzuyu broke it, her sight down again while taking a breath.
“…think about it; we have a few hours till then, so I’m going to take a shower, and we’ll watch a movie or something when I return.” Nayeon slowly draped her hand down Tzuyu’s arm and walked away.
STEP
STEP
STEP
…
…
“Wait…” Tzuyu looked back up at Nayeon, turning to her while waving a finger near her face. “I think I just came up with an idea that can work for both of us tonight. If you’re willing to, that is.”
Tzuyu tilted her head at her.
MEANWHILE
SQUEAK...SHUT…CLICK
You entered your place, closing and locking the door behind you while speedrunning pulling out the parchment that Nayeon gave you.
She instructed you to read this alone, and while in your car would have been your first chance to read, it felt safer to be at home instead just in case.
Of course, your first thought/wish was maybe either of their numbers or some secret social, but your luck wouldn’t be that grand.
‘Maybe it’s a teaser for their next song? That would be why she wanted me to see it in secret. Or maybe a code for a ticket to their next concert? That’d be cool. Oh enough wasting time.’
You opened it to relieve your thoughts as you looked at some words, numbers, and a time.
The slow realization was settling on your face as you read each character.
It was an address, a time for 8 PM with a 713 to the right.
Under that…
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Say you’re here to discuss something important and look presentable.
See you later ;)
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“…”
“…”
“…”
The paper dropped onto the floor as your hands unclenched.
You gulped while your hand covered your mouth, staring at the paper on the floor.
“…w-what the fuck…n-no…no way is this-…”
You quickly kneeled to gather the paper and read it once more as you gathered your phone, went to maps, and typed the address, ‘it has to be a prank.’
Putting in the address, it led you to an apartment complex, a very high-standard apartment, and you knew the area was part of an affluent neighborhood.
Putting all this together...
“Nayeon…really did give me her…t-this has to be-no, no this has to be real.”
You looked at the time on your phone.
4:53
“Three hours.”
Even if this was a total prank or joke, you’d be an idiot to NOT even try to go.
And it’s not like Nayeon would send you somewhere dangerous…right?
Nah.
You’d still have to go.
Your feet began bouncing in place as you fist bumped into the air, the excitement coursing through you.
“Yes! Oh my fucking god yes! Okay, okay I cannot fuck this up! Okay shower, I need to shower!” You yelled to no one as you ran towards the bathroom.
You locked your car and looked at the apartment complex in front of you.
It was certainly a view, as was the area around.
Higher standards than your neighborhood.
“Man, hopefully I look the part.” You muttered while looking down at yourself.
It was your typical interview-esque outfit of black trousers, a black jacket over a white buttoned-up shirt, with black dress shoes to bottom it off.
You raised a hand over your mouth and let a breath out to smell.
Not bad.
“Okay, here we go,” you let out another breath, this time of tension, and walked towards the entrance and into the lobby.
The glass doors slid open with a faint hiss, and the cool, conditioned air of the lobby wrapped around you instantly.
Marble tiles gleamed under the ceiling lights, reflecting the faint chandelier glow above.
It wasn’t just cleaner than your own building or neighborhood; it felt like another world.
‘Yeah, if I was a famous idol, I’d be living here too.’
You adjusted your jacket, stepping toward the front desk where a receptionist sat, tapping something into a monitor.
She looked up as you approached the counter.
“Good afternoon. How may I help you?”
“Good afternoon, I work for N-uh, Ms. Im. It’s work-related.” You whispered, trying to sound professional to the lady.
“Name?” Her eyes shifted around you as her fingers were ready on her keyboard.
“(YN) (LN).” You said it as clearly and normally as you could, hoping this wasn’t a hoax or prank as the lady typed for a few seconds before nodding.
“(YN) (LN)…may I see an ID for confirmation?” She stated as you nodded and pulled out your ID as normal once more, though your hands were evidently shaking.
‘Calm down!’
You handed her the card as she viewed it for a few seconds before looking at you and nodding.
“Perfect, Ms. Im is expecting you,” your heart exploded, ‘holy shit she is here!’ “I will let her know you’re heading up.”
Your stomach gave a huge flip, but you smiled and bowed your head slightly in thanks.
“Thank you.”
The walk to the elevator felt longer than it should have.
Each step echoed faintly until you pressed the call button, the doors sliding open in silence.
You stepped inside, the doors shutting behind you with a ‘SHUT’ as your reflection stared back at you.
Inhaling slowly, pressing the button for floor seven.
As the elevator began to rise, you couldn’t help but mutter under your breath.
“…this is really happening. Hehehe, I’m going to be with Nayeon. I-is is this a date?” You thought, “she did say look nice.”
Meeting them was all you were thinking about, but now this close, you didn’t know what was to happen.
Would it be too much to think that Nayeon would want this to be a ‘date’?
She did say that one remark about if you were out for dinner with her…
You shook your head.
“Nah, I had to look the part. Okay, DING, don’t fuck this up.”
OPEN
The elevator doors opened, leading to the elevator lobby, as you stepped out and looked for room 13.
Finding it, you followed the hall down.
Each step you took felt heavier, and your heartbeat tapped against your ribs as you walked toward the second door down.
You stopped in front of the door.
‘She’s right behind this door.’
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
“…”
“…”
“…”
CLICK
Then, the soft click of a lock turning.
The door opened just slightly, and your eyes were met with Nayeon's gorgeous face looking back at you from the small opening.
Only her face was visible and her light brown eyes.
She smirked, revealing the peachy lipstick still on as your emotions blazed.
"Hello (YN). I'm glad you've finally made it."
“Oh wow, y-yeah, I honestly thought this was going to be a prank.”
“Well, it’s not; I wouldn’t do that to you.” She said, still hiding in the small opening, “hey, is there anyone in the hall right now?”
You looked forward and then behind.
“No.” You answered, turning back at her.
“Great,” Nayeon started to open the door fully.
“And I told no-………..…” you were left speechless as Nayeon cracked the door open further and revealed herself… to be completely nude.
She watched your eyes widen at the sight of her body fully exposed before you.
Her hair, still in the pigtails she had at the restaurant, was flowing behind her shoulders now.
Her perfect, delectable breasts were visible with erect nipples.
You looked down at her flat stomach and noticed the slight trim of hair above her vagina.
The pink folds were already glistening, giving you the belief that she had been waiting and preparing for your arrival.
“…”
Nothing could've made you guess she would answer the door completely in the nude as Nayeon grinned at you, stepping aside to offer you entry into her home.
"I take it you like what you see~” Her voice was low in her cute accent, making Nayeon's tone sound more ravishing, "take off your shoes."
And Nayeon turned her back to you now, and you got to see her heart-shaped ass.
It was easy to be distracted by her boobs alone, but Nayeon's butt was also worthy of respect.
It was no Momo, but Nayeon’s was incredible to stare at.
‘Nayeon’s…naked…’
You had many questions for her but figured it was pointless to ask them.
If Im Nayeon told you to follow her, you follow her.
Her being naked increased that notion.
From the small hallway Nayeon disappeared around, and you took off your shoes dazedly before you could follow her slowly.
After you did so, you stepped inside, shutting the door behind you, and walked forward till you turned your head where you last saw her.
Now you were alone in her domain.
There was simply no going back.
And you weren’t going to back off if you were hoping as to where this could go.
As you stepped closer, you found a standard yet sizable living room with the necessities.
But the best part was the goddess sitting before you as you felt your dick stiffening in the front of your pants as Nayeon had her legs crossed, arms on her thighs, while giving you a playful smirk.
You didn’t know what to stare at, but her boobs were easily taking you over.
You weren’t one to ogle at a women’s T&A, not publicly, but this time it was very difficult as-
“Eyes up.” She brought her hand to your chin to focus on her eyes now as she smirked down at you, “hehe~ naughty (YN)~ very naughty~”
“W-what’s go-”
“Nahaha, not one word,”
“...”
“From now on, I want you to either nod or shake your head. Understand? Or you’re walking out of here wondering what could have happened tonight.”
“...” You nodded, not wanting to ruin whatever this was.
“Which is what we’re going to get to. It’s simple, I wanted an enjoyable day and what better way to end the day than having you continue to serve me even further~ That is your job, right? To serve people~” Nayeon grinned as your heart was racing too fast.
“...” You nodded quickly as Nayeon smirked.
“Now as to why I invited you here. I’ve been feeling heated lately and fingers and plastic cocks can only pleasure me so much. And sure, I could simply ask someone I know to help me, but I believe it’s best to have it be someone who I don’t see every day. Best not to create a tension with someone I know.” Nayeon pouted.
“...”
“Yet no one has caught my eye that I believe can help me out,” she smiled, “until today that is~”
“...”
‘Am I…are we…’
Nayeon stood up, revealing her lower region, now walking towards you.
“So here’s how it’s going to go. You aren’t going to say or do anything unless I say so. If I want you to eat me, you’ll eat me. If I want you to fuck me, you’ll fuck me. If I want you to stop, you’ll stop. If I want you to leave, you’ll leave. Understand?”
‘W-we’re really going to do this!?’
You nodded slower.
“Now of course, you’re not going to talk about this to anyone or anywhere. You were never here, and we never spoke after I left your restaurant. Understand?”
You nodded as Nayeon stood in front of you, her hand outstretched.
“Phone.” You reached in your pocket and pulled the device out, placing it on Nayeon’s hand as she held the power button and turned off the phone. “You’ll have this back when you leave. Don’t need any evidence tonight.” She smiled while waving your phone around and walked towards the kitchen table as you stared at her ass.
‘This is happening…holy fuck this is happening!’
Nayeon placed the phone on the table and turned to stare at you while heading back to you.
As she moved closer, she reached for you with her right hand.
You allowed her to pull you closer, feeling the warmth of her touch and inhaling the strong smell of her aroma.
Not a single word was uttered as she pressed her lips to yours and began a soft kiss.
You shut your eyes, embracing this moment as Nayeon plunged her tongue into your mouth.
Kissing her made you feel alive as she pressed her soft tits against your clothed chest.
Nayeon moaned into your mouth, feeling your tongues moving together.
'Holy fuck, I'm kissing Nayeon!'
You felt her left arm move behind your head, where she gently raked her fingernails across your back.
Her right hand pressed against your stomach, where she slid her fingers across your shirt, going down to your pants.
You opened your eyes when you felt her fingers sliding just above your cock.
Nayeon moaned into your mouth again, deepening the kiss as she gripped your cock from within your pants, through your boxers and gave it a hard squeeze.
‘So this is what it actually feels like kissing a guy. Not bad, he has soft lips.’
‘Holy shit! Nayeon is grabbing my cock!’
You made a muffled cry into her mouth as your lips broke apart.
"Mmm~, you're a good kisser. And it feels like I made the right choice~"
She spoke in a low voice, tightening the grip of her hand in your pants as you stood with your face inches away from Nayeon's, witnessing the sight of pure lust in her eyes.
The way she curled her lips, exposing her teeth, was such an expression that told you this woman was preparing to eat you alive.
“So, tell me~ have you ever imagined any of us in this scenario?”
“…” You didn’t reply as Nayeon gripped harder as your body jolted.
“Be honest~”
You nodded as Nayeon chuckled.
“Hehe~ doesn’t surprise me. I know ninety-nine percent of our fans, hell, maybe even just K-pop fans will kill to be in your position right now, so tell you what, if you manage to impress me tonight, maybe, just maybe, this won’t be a one-time thing.”
Her words entranced you.
“If. You impress me. Though right now, your cock is doing that.”
Nayeon rubbed through your boxers as you felt your cock twitch, but her hand released your cock and moved out of your pants.
Nayeon grabbed your wrists and moved both hands to her breasts.
‘Woah!’
Nayeon moaned as she moved your hands, feeling her hardened nipples rubbing against your palms.
"Touch them. Squeeze them. Show me how much you've always wanted them."
She smiled and let go of your wrists while you did just as she instructed.
You groaned at the feeling of her soft breasts.
They aren’t big, but it was an amazing feel to it, nonetheless, having the perfect mixture between perkiness and soft flesh, easily squished and kneaded.
Her breathing is getting heavier but also more relaxed as you explore her boobs with your hands.
Nayeon was probably aware of how badly you were wanting this.
You didn't have to say it.
Now you had them all to yourself, releasing your grip and pressing your fingers over her nipples.
She stood there, allowing you to play with her tits while she moved both hands down to the front of your pants.
The button popped free with a thud.
She then pushed the zipper down, making more noises while you grabbed her boobs again.
You lowered your head to plant your face between them.
Your movement distracted Nayeon, causing her to stop fiddling with your pants and moving one hand to the back of your head, guiding you to smother your face between her tits.
"Oh hehe~ that’s it~ Enjoy them (YN)..."
Speaking faintly, she stepped back a few times and sat down on the couch.
You didn't realize her movement as you fell to your knees and had your face smashed between her breasts.
Nayeon moved her hands to the sides of her tits, where she could pull them apart and smother your face with them.
Biting her lower lip, she moaned a soft purr as you flubbed your lips and began motorboating her boobs.
"Mmmmmmmm~ you're being very naughty. I like to see this from you. Show me the hunger you have."
One of your deepest secrets was beginning to come true.
The chance for you to have your way with an idol.
You raised your head and planted your lips down on her left nipple.
Nayeon looked down at you, grinning widely, patting your head, guiding you to suck her nipple while your right hand squeezed the other boob.
The way her eyes met yours, you felt the need to let go and allow her to guide you.
You were ready to become her loyal toy.
Your lips moved from her left nipple over to the right as Nayeon closed her eyes and threw her hair back, moaning as you sucked the other nipple equally.
"Ohhhhhh, yes. Do you feel how hard my nipples are? Because of you (YN)~"
As your lips remained locked on her nipple, Nayeon slid her hands to grasp your right wrist.
You didn't know what she was trying to do as she pulled your arm down.
Nayeon pressed your palm against her wet folds to let you touch her pussy.
The warm, sticky feeling of her wetness made your eyes widen as you gazed up at her.
She didn't utter a word to you as she moved from her spot and headed towards the couch, a small bounce in her as her butt rose and dropped as you gulped with anticipation.
Nayeon turned and sat on the edge of the couch, scooting forward as much as she could, spreading her legs and showing off her pussy to you while she fingered you to head over to her.
“Put that nice tongue somewhere else~”
You walked slowly, not believing that you were going to have a chance to perform cunnilingus on Nayeon.
“Wait,” she said as you stood still, “hmm, get on all fours,” she ordered as you did so.
Your knees and hands are now on the carpet.
“Good boy~ now come~”
Getting closer, you didn’t feel the tad of embarrassment as the prize was all on your mind.
You’d do more if you had to.
Crawling to her, you were closing in on her, but Nayeon stopped you with a foot on your head.
“Before I let you have this, tell me,” she lowered her foot and traced a hand over her slit, her finger collecting flowing juices, making her finger and flesh shimmer, “have you seen fake nudes of me or read anything dirty about me?”
“…”
I mean, what’s the worst?
If you answer truthfully, you were already in this position.
You nodded as Nayeon hummed.
“Hmm, have you ever jerked off to me?”
“…”
Now that was embarrassing to admit to her, but you nodded.
“Ohh I’m sure you do you horny boy~ But you’re honest and that’s what I like~” Nayeon then spread her folds with her hands, “and honest men should be rewarded~”
You looked at her and back down a few times before scooting closer, ready to worship her as you licked your lips looking at her pussy, waiting for Nayeon to give the order.
But she didn't speak.
Nayeon was quietly observing you, waiting to see how you would react with primal instinct for your desires.
You inhaled the sweet scent of her arousal before embedding your lips onto her vulva lips.
“There you go~”
She was happy you didn't need spoken encouragement to use your tongue; slithering inside, you closed your eyes at the sound of Nayeon exhaling a deep breath.
Closing your eyes, you missed out on seeing her hands cup her breasts, squeezing them upon feeling your tongue drive deeper inside.
You felt your efforts were rewarded with the sound of her soft cries of pleasure and were unsure if the heat radiating in the room was from the heater or the pulsing rush you were feeling.
Nayeon moved her left leg over your right shoulder and bent it behind your head to pull you more into her.
"You're doing good. Take it slow, that way, you'll remember what I taste like~"
Opening your eyes, you gazed up to see her face between her boobs.
Nayeon looked at you briefly before nodding.
She may have said it, but you weren’t going to waste this opportunity.
You wiggled your tongue inside her and then used your right hand to press down on her clit, sliding it between your index and middle finger.
Nayeon bit her lower lip, moaning as she felt the pinch at her clit.
You felt the soles of her foot pressing against your back, only encouraging you to continue your oral assault on her pussy.
You went faster, snaking your tongue further and extracting it.
Nayeon moved her leg out from your shoulder and sighed with a moan.
"Ohh forget slow,”
You felt your head being grabbed…
“Ravish me~” She ordered while crossing her legs around your shoulders, pulling you in, and you let out a groan as your face was pushed against her cunt, the smell invading your nostrils.
You still had breathing room, though, and your hands kept her wet lips spread as you pushed your tongue into her vagina, moaning into it as your tongue slowly slathered her outer walls before her legs pulled him in more, forcing your tongue to prod inside of her hole.
Nayeon moaned and shook as your tongue pulled in deeper, as slightly forced as it may have been, and your eagerness with lapping her pussy juices made her curl her toes reflexively as her hips slightly bucked.
“Ohhh this feels sooo goood~”
“Fuck~!” she whined, your nose pressing against her clit.
Gasping, her core spasmed as your tongue lashed out and licked her messy cunt from her gushing hole to her urethra, lips sucking at her as you drank in her essence.
Nayeon shuddered and smiled from the pleasure, but she let out a little yelp when your lips suddenly started to attack her pussy again.
She groaned and ran her hands through your hair, panting as you went back to eating her out so quickly after she'd just cum.
You had a decently long tongue, and it was strong, slipping inside her and writhing, licking her as deep as it could reach.
Her inner walls clutched at it, but it slipped away, curling against her outer labia as you sucked on her pussy like a dying man at the limit of thirst.
Every sturdy suck was felt deep in the pit of her stomach, the pressure building as you tightened your hold on her, moving your mouth side to side, motorboating her snatch.
Nayeon tried to stifle herself, but it was hopeless, her brow furrowing as she sung sweetly, pleasure rolling through her pelvis.
Her toes spread as your nose nudged her clitoris, teasing it, your pursed lips sucking at her labia.
She clutched at your hair, tugging at it roughly, her heels pressing into the foot of the couch as she rode your face, swiveling her hips and finding that perfect spot.
“Ahhn~! Nnngh~! Yesss~! Haaaah! Right there,” she whimpered, thighs tensing as she thrust against his sloppy mouth, “Ahhh~! Oooh right fucking there!”
Her insides roiled with heat, her skin erupting in goosebumps as she humped your face, hunched over as she clutched your head desperately.
She didn’t know how you could breath, she was smothering you with her cunt, and yet your mouth continued to feast, driving her to even more glorious heights.
The pressure in her lower belly grew and grew, a delicious tightening that threatened to unravel.
When your lips moved higher, your neck bending back, your mouth swallowed her clit.
Nayeon buckled, howling, your tongue swirling and flicking at her sensitive bundle until she couldn’t take it any more.
Her pussy was ready to tap out.
“(YN)! Hmmmngg~ You’re g-gonna make me cuuuuum~” she shuddered, voice cracking as you slurped over her clitoris, suckling on it directly.
Sparks of pleasure lanced up her spine, through her entire body, setting her on fire.
Her orgasm felt like an explosion, her inner walls spasming wildly.
Her scream got caught in her throat, head thrown back as she jerked and rode your face, squirting violently as you lapped and sucked and wrung every ounce of pleasure from her pathetic, weak pussy.
Over and over, the pleasure crested and then retreated, then crested again, Nayeon becoming delirious as she gasped brokenly, her insides pulsing.
At some point, it must have been too much, her vision dimming because the next thing she knew, she was laying on her back across the couch, her legs spread obscenely with your face drenched in her arousal.
Holy fuck this felt better than she thought it would.
Nayeon eased her legs and panted, looking up at the ceiling.
“Pant…pant…pant…oh wow…fuck that was amazing…” she scooted back to look down at you, “you made me cum so fast.”
You merely nodded as Nayeon got up, snapping her fingers with her right hand, motioning for you to rise.
Once you stood up, Nayeon gripped the ends of your shirt and pulled it over your head.
You tossed the shirt to the floor, setting your eyes onto hers once more.
She threw her arms around you, pulling you in for her bare breasts to now brush against your nude chest.
“Kiss me~”
You pressed your lips against hers, eager to go for another round of passionate kissing as Nayeon moaned as their tongues moved together.
You listened to her, kissing slowly while her nipples rubbed against your chest as your hands explored her body, feeling all her sexy curves as you moved to her hips.
Nayeon broke the kiss and smiled at you.
"Now it's my turn to be on my knees~"
Stepping aside, she guided you to sit down on the couch.
Once you were seated, Nayeon fell to her knees between your legs; her voice sounded more devious, and the way she looked at you was that of a wicked woman.
With your help, she pulled down your trousers, revealing your underwear and the buldge behind.
"Oh, you poor thing~ I’ll free you~"
Nayeon gritted her teeth as she parted her lips, teasing you with her lustful expression as she tugged your underwear down.
‘Holy shit!? Im Nayeon is going to suck my cock!’
Nayeon hasn’t seen a guy's cock before, just in porn and the plastic toys she had in her drawer, but she knew what to expect.
But now, she was beginning to realize that maybe she didn’t know as much as she thought she did.
It hung between them, bobbing as it twitched and flexed, the powerful root on the underside taut and menacing as Nayeon stared at it in wonder.
Sparse hair surrounded the base and across your balls, and she watched in fascination as your
shaft hardened and stretched, the glans thickening as it filled with blood.
As the skin grew taut, she saw the webbing veins swelling up, blue beneath your healthy skin.
The tip flushed red in arousal, as did part of the shaft, and Nayeon felt her uterus clench.
“So this is what it actually looks like.”
Soon Nayeon gripped it with her right hand while using the other hand to push your underwear down to your ankles as you shook your feet to get the final piece of your clothing completely off your body though groaning as Nayeon was gripping your cock a bit too hard.
Your skin blazing against her palm as Nayeon squeezed it firmly and felt that small bit of give, compressing, but you were completely iron underneath.
‘She’s touching-oh I don’t care if I die tomorrow! This is what I’d want my last day to be like!’
You were both naked now as you looked into her deep brown eyes and felt her fingers tightening around your shaft.
Nayeon stroked it slowly while holding the crown tip directly under her chin.
‘Wonder how far he can take this? Should I go slow or fast? Hmm~’
"You are going to sit back and watch me. Think of it as a ‘personal’ concert~"
She continued to stroke your shaft while your cock twitched at each pump.
‘God I’ve only ever jerked off to her with those nude fakes online and for the real Nayeon to be on her knees in front of me…thank everything!’
The bliss on your face was what Nayeon wanted to see.
"Hehe~ I can see the excitement in your eyes. I'm going to make you feel so good~ Just sit back, relax, and watch me."
With your eyes following her every move, Nayeon quit stroking your cock.
Her hand rested at the base as she parted her lips and kissed the head. This was the start of her oral sensations.
Nayeon locked her eyes on your face as she slid your pole between her lips.
'Mmmmmmm', the muffled moan sent vibrations into you as she began to slowly suck. You took a deep breath and moaned.
"Ohhhhhh~ fuck~"
“Shh, no talking,” Nayeon stopped sucking for a moment, waving a finger at you as gulped and nodded.
‘Damn, better keep quiet. Fuck if only I had my phone.’
Before this day, you had enjoyed a few blowjobs before in your life from former girlfriends.
They were already a complete afterthought to the way Nayeon was making love to your shaft with her mouth.
She pushed it down her throat to make her lips meet with her index finger at the base.
Slowly, she moved back up and then repeated the process to bob her lips up and down.
You had never experienced this kind of pleasure in your life, and all you could do was moan as Nayeon took her time, sucking your cock like a candy stick.
‘I’m getting a blow job from Nayeon…oh fuck...’
Her eyes were still locked on you as you shut them and moaned out.
"Hmmm!"
Your loud moan caused her to stop.
Nayeon withdrew your shaft from her lips with an audible pop as her hand squeezed it tightly as she twisted her fingers.
"I told you to sit back and relax."
Nayeon smirked as she began pumping her hand up and down.
She jerked your cock slowly as she looked into your eyes and replied.
"I'm in control here or do you not want to go any further~?"
You shook your head slowly; screwing up this night would be forever on your mind.
“Good.”
Nayeon remained confident in you as she enveloped her lips around the head of your cock.
She pushed it into her mouth and returned to sucking, bobbing her head up and down at the slow pace.
You swallowed your breath, crying out to her softly as you leaned back on the couch and gave in to her words of wisdom.
You let go, allowing her full control over you as she sucked your cock.
As she slowly moved her lips, Nayeon saw the change in your face.
She closed her eyes and removed her fingers from the base.
It was time to test your commitment to her as she pushed your shaft further down her throat.
Exhaling deeply, you reminded yourself not to over-react as you watched the entire length of your shaft disappear between her lips.
You gulped softly as Nayeon pulled her lips back, sucking harder as she shut her eyes in concentration.
She was satisfying her own lustful appetite she had for your throbbing cock.
Her movement remained as slow as ever as she pushed it to the depths of her throat again, deepthroating you once more.
Nayeon opened her eyes, watching your face to detect your emotions.
Happy to see you didn't react expressively this time, she pulled her lips to the head and released your shaft from her mouth with another pop with your cock flopped against your stomach, her saliva splattering about you.
“Hmm~ I think I enjoy making you moan and squirm. If only you could see how cute you are when you're under my control."
There was no disputing that fact.
Nayeon had you under her thumb or mouth?
Who cares.
‘Wonder if he feels something if I do this~’
She moved her head down to your balls and kissed the hanging sack.
Her hand slowly jerked you while she licked your balls, amused at your reaction as she hummed.
‘So he likes it, these do feel odd, but not terrible. Maybe go back to the basic.’
Nayeon was indeed the one firmly in control as she pushed the tip of your cock into her mouth, moaning softly and taking the whole head, her right hand and left hand moving to cup your balls and grip the base of your cock, respectively.
She rolled your balls around, squeezing them lightly as her head bobbed up and down on the head of his cock, her mouth slowly moving past that to take in some of your shaft.
‘Oh fuck she’s good…’
She moaned around what she had in her mouth, her left hand stroking whatever she wasn't sucking as her right hand kept teasing your balls before moving to join her other hand on your pole.
She smiled and kept stroking your genitals with her hands, pumping your shaft and teasingly rolling them in her grasp more as she kept blowing you.
She slowly moved her mouth further down and then back up, soon taking half of your penis into her mouth and moaning around it as she kept stroking along, her eyes fixed on his to make sure that you were still looking at her.
While your eyes were rolling back, you did still try to see what she was doing, and she grinned and pushed her head down as deeply as she could manage, one hand still on the base of your shaft and the other moving to tickle your balls.
She was putting in a lot of effort into sucking you off, and you were loving every moment of it…till…
‘It feels amazing! I do-don't know how m-much longer I can la-last.’ You squirmed harder as Nayeon smirked to herself and doubled down on her efforts, squeezing harder and sucking faster.
Feeling you start to groan and feeling your penis twitch, she prepared herself for your release.
"Hmph!" You muffled your shout.
Just then Nayeon felt your load rush into her mouth, shooting wave after wave inside.
She couldn't help but be surprised by how much of it there was, but luckily her sessions with her friends helped her not gag on the volume of it, though that didn't stop some of it from spilling on her breast.
After you were done ejaculating, Nayeon proceed to swallow your seed.
It tasted slightly different from Tzuyu, not as sweet though, but warm yet it didn’t stop her from scooping it from her breast and cleaning herself of it.
You meanwhile were lying flat out on the back cushions, trying to catch your breath.
“Now that was a treat, how was it~” She questioned as you nodded, "oh don't get too comfortable, we still got to stick this inside of me." She finished, placing her hand on your semi-erect dick.
You couldn't help but get excited after hearing her say that, your shaft soon rising to full length once more, and Nayeon couldn't stop the grin on her face.
"Well looks like you're ready to go." She said as she started to straddle you, "and you better fuck me good (YN)~" You nodded in response looking up at her.
Nayeon reached down between you, wrapping her delicate fingers around your renewed hardness.
She clamped her thighs together as the burn in her loins became unbearable and was delighted in the shiver that passed through your body as she stroked your thick length, spreading the bead of precum that had gathered at the flushed tip.
Guiding herself, Nayeon straddled your hips and positioned herself above your cock.
She smiled down at you sultrily, taking in your flushed cheeks and lust-darkened eyes.
Reaching behind, she spread her still-glistening folds and circled her entrance with your engorged head, coating him in her slickness.
You groaned at the intimate contact, hands coming to rest on her swaying hips as you watched yourself disappear within her.
Nayeon slowly lowered herself down, breath hitching at the delicious stretch.
When you were fully sheathed, she took a moment to savor the feeling of being so intimately filled.
"Now it's my turn to use this magnificent cock for my pleasure," she sighed, rolling her hips in a tight circle.
As Nayeon began to slowly raise and lower herself on your thick length, they both moaned softly at the exquisite friction.
You filled her so completely she could feel herself clenching around your girth with every movement.
SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
Bracing her palms on your chest, Nayeon gradually increased her tempo.
Your hands came up to caress her bouncing breasts, pinching her pebbled nipples just hard enough to draw gasps from her kiss-swollen lips.
The sight of this goddess riding your cock with abandon soon had you clutching at her hips, meeting each downward grind with shallow thrusts of your own.
Nayeon cried out encouragement, bouncing faster on your length until their flesh made slick slapping noises.
"You feel so good inside me," she panted, fingers finding her clit to rub tight circles.
The added stimulation sent waves of pleasure crashing through her, and soon her walls were fluttering around your cock.
As Nayeon’s movements drove them both to new heights of ecstasy, you felt her inner walls begin to spasm tightly around your throbbing length.
She threw her head back with a keening wail, fingers furiously working her swollen clit.
The feel of her climax gripping him with pulsing ripples like a velvet vice was your undoing.
With a guttural groan, you thrust up hard as ropes of hot seed erupted from him to fill her quim.
Nayeon shuddered through the aftershocks, grinding her hips in slow circles to milk every drop from you.
As your cock began to soften inside her, the intimate contact of their climaxing flesh sent aftershocks crackling through them both.
Collapsing together in a sweat-sheened tangle, they panted to catch their breath.
You could feel Nayeon’s inner walls still fluttering weakly around your sensitive member, clenched tight within her.
As their heart rates slowed, sated smiles spread across your kiss-bruised lips.
Skin to slippery skin, they drifted down from cloud nine in a blissfully wrung-out embrace.
As their breathing slowed, Nayeon lifted her head to meet your eyes with a sated smile.
"Oh, so much fucking better than plastic," she purred, running her hands along the lines of your sculpted torso, "that was what I needed."
You nodded while your semi-heavy breaths were lowering as Nayeon grinned as she traced a finger under your chin.
“But I need more, oh so much more (YN)~”
You were beyond delighted to hear and nodded as Nayeon pulled you closer to press a tender kiss to your lips.
Your spent cock gave an interested twitch at her words, reviving swiftly as her hand drifted down to stroke you as Nayeon rewarded your eagerness with a searing open-mouthed kiss, grinding her slick folds against your re-awakening hardness.
As your renewed arousal stiffened against her thigh, Nayeon gave you a sultry smile over her shoulder.
"Ready?"
You nodded as she rolled gracefully off and placed her hands and knees onto the couch and scooted forward while you watched her butt shifting.
Onto her hands and knees, she reached at the end of the couch, holding onto the armrest while looking back, presenting her glistening sex and tight rear to you in open invitation.
You swallowed thickly at the erotic sight as Nayeon wiggled her hips enticingly.
"Come here (YN)~"
Without a second, you positioned herself behind her as you softly traced your gentle fingers up her folds, collecting the dewy arousal pooling there.
Nayeon keened and pushed back against your touch, already grinding her hips in small circles.
Positioning yourself at her entrance, you sank your cock slowly once more, savoring her velvet heat clasping you.
Nayeon threw her head back with a gasp, then looked over her shoulder with a wanton smile.
"More...give me everything you have," she demanded huskily.
You grasped her hips and began to thrust in earnest, lost in the erotic sight of your joined flesh.
Nayeon cried out in pleasure as you set a punishing pace, your hips slapping against her rear with each forceful thrust.
"Yes, just like that!" she urged breathlessly over her shoulder, meeting your powerful strokes with counter-movements of her own. "Fuck me with everything you have! I want to feel you for days!"
SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
Spurred by her demands, you pounded into her velvet heat with abandon.
Your balls slapped wetly against her clit with each impact, drawing cries from deep in Nayeon's throat.
Reaching beneath her, he rolled her engorged nub between thumb and forefinger, driving her higher.
Nayeon's walls began to flutter wildly around your cock as her climax approached.
SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
"I'm so close, don't stop!" she begged wantonly.
You redoubled your efforts, pistoling in and out of her greedy quim at a brutal pace.
As Nayeon's climax gripped you, you felt her inner walls begin to spasm frantically around your throbbing length.
She threw her head back with a keening wail, the sight and sounds of her unravelling pushing him to the brink.
When her channel began to ripple in pulsing waves, milking your cock with velvet heat, it proved your undoing.
With a guttural groan, you slammed your hips flush to hers and plunged deep as thick ropes of seed erupted from you.
SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
“HMMPH!”
Nayeon shuddered through the aftershocks, grinding her hips back to take you fully with each pulse.
The intimate contact of your climaxing flesh sent crackling aftershocks through you both.
As your cock began to soften inside her still-clenching channel, you collapsed heavily over her sweat-slick back.
They panted to catch your breath, skins sticking together deliciously in the aftermath of passion.
Though sated, Nayeon's inner muscles continued to flutter weakly, coaxing every drop of essence from your spent cock.
Skin to slippery skin, they floated down in a blissfully wrung-out embrace.
As your breathing slowed, Nayeon rolled to face you with a sated smile.
Her eyes gleamed with warmth and satisfaction as she traced gentle fingers along your cheek.
"I…really made the right choice," she purred, pressing a languid kiss to your lips.
You sighed into the intimate contact, relishing the taste of her on your tongue.
Nayeon deepened the kiss hungrily, conveying all her pleasure and gratitude for your skilled attention.
When they parted at last, she gazed down at you in open adoration.
"I need your cock in me again, one more," Nayeon praised, nipping your kiss-swollen lips, "I have to ride you again,”
Hey, you weren’t going to say no.
Nayeon pushed your shoulders back onto the couch in sitting position as Nayeon turned around, her ass in front of you as you gulped.
“Hmm~ Do you like my butt?”
She played around with her butt, making it jiggle and squeezing it a few times as your cock twitched at the motion.
You nodded as Nayeon chuckled.
“Hehe, course you do, it’s no surprise designers make us wear revealing skirts and shorts; it brings in quite the views and gives the horny Onces a treat. Sometimes I can’t help but stare at my friend’s asses too. Momo’s especially. Do you like Momo’s ass (YN)?”
You nodded, and Nayeon nodded back with a smirk as she turned halfway to you.
“Whose ass is better~”
You pointed at Nayeon’s quickly as she smiled.
“Right answer~ Hmm~ I bet you want to do more than watch my ass?” Nayeon then pulled her left cheek to see her brown star, “do you want to fuck my ass (YN)~ I bet you do you naughty boy~” She patted the other side, “imagine you cumming inside my tight asshole~”
Your cock wasn’t hiding the temptation as you felt blood rush to it.
“…”
You didn’t know what to answer though.
Would she want a yes?
Would that be too forward?
Is she tempting you to say yes?
“…”
“Three…two-”
You nodded in between two and one as Nayeon grinned.
“Well sorry,” Nayeon unheld her butt, her cheeks bouncing just slightly, “My ass is off limits tonight. I know if you fucked me there, I’ll be feeling it and I can’t really afford that this week, but it does confirm what you wanted~”
“…”
‘Well there goes that,’
“But at least your dick is ready to go~” She looked down at your cock upright,
Nayeon walked a bit backward and lowered herself down, she held onto your knees for support and began rubbing and grinding her ass against your throbbing cock between her ass cheeks and your pelvis.
"Hmph..." you groaned.
Her ass was a sight to behold.
You loved how soft her cheeks were as they would sink into your body with ease.
Grabbing the base of your cock, Nayeon positioned your dick firmly between her ass cheeks like a hotdog between two buns.
Then grabbing her ass, she squished her cheeks against your veiny shaft.
"Hmmm, you like that (YN)~? You like your cock between my cheeks?" Nayeon sexily cooed.
"Mphh hmph…" you groaned.
Nayeon smirked and began to move her ass up and down your sandwiched cock.
As she pleasured her waiter, her cheeks and lower back began to get slathered with the copious amounts of precum spewing from his slit.
The eldest Twice member swiveled her head around to see her waiter in bliss, eyes wincing as she felt your toes twitching behind her feet.
A glint of lust and desire sparkled in her eyes as she saw you solely focused on her luscious ass.
Nayeon certainly appreciated how fond you were of her body.
She loved the attention.
She knew how horny every Once gets.
She knows about fake nude sites, the erotic writings, the Reddit posts about their bodies and sexiest moments, and the images that get to the smallest of details to show their tits or ass, and to be honest, it kind of turned her on knowing the power she and her idol mates can have on their fans.
Just like a certain someone that she’s grinding on.
This only made her feel more aroused and her pussy became even more soaking wet.
She pressed her cheeks tighter around your meaty shaft to extract more pleasure.
The increased pressure wrung out more precum from your cock and onto her ass and lower back.
This went on for a couple of more minutes before you were going to cum again.
“Hmph…hmph…”
You wanted, needed, to bury your cock back into Nayeon and just fuck her like there's no tomorrow; deep in her sweet tight pussy.
Plus you could feel that you were reaching his limit.
If you were going to cum, you wanted to fill her up to the brim as a last memory.
Course you weren’t going to since that’d be breaking the promise, but luckily for you, you didn’t have to say it.
"Augh! Enough! Enough!" Nayeon stopped her grinding and bouncing, “I need to fuck you," she replied.
Nayeon's eyes were widened in arousal, lifting her ass up, Nayeon positioned her pussy directly over your raging hard phallus.
Reaching beneath her, she grabbed the base of your cock and lowered herself onto it all the while staring at you.
"Ahhh~! Yessss~!" Nayeon let out a moan of relief, feeling your cock slip inside her once again.
You groaned and your eyes rolled back feeling Nayeon lower herself all the way down your cock until you bottomed out.
Her wet walls made allowed your shaft to travel with ease and her juices dripped from her slit and onto your balls.
Once fully down, Nayeon began to grind and make circular motions.
"Ahh, this feels amazing~..." she let out a moan of extreme pleasure.
“Mphh~” You could only moan as her velvet walls wrapped and contorted around your cock as Nayeon nibbled on her lip, hearing her waiter’s groans of pleasure.
The depravity of fucking a stranger she met only a few hours ago added fuel to the fires of her arousal.
Then, lifting her ass up, she began to rhythmically bounce up and down with such skill and precision, you would think she’d done this before.
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The moans and slapping of their flesh soon filled the room as Nayeon fucked herself onto your lap.
She made sure to mix in some circular motions with her ass every time she reached the bottom of your cock.
And she did that; she loved the feeling of your bulbous cockhead firmly kissing her cervix.
Nayeon swore that your cock was molded just for her.
The way you were able to reach every nook and cranny of her insides felt so good.
SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
No offense to Tzuyu, of course, but a strap-on was nothing compared to this.
She could see herself getting addicted to this feeling, and she never wanted it to stop.
"Ah, fuck! Mhmm, keep giving it to me like that (YN)...I love your cock rearranging my guts!" Nayeon mewled.
"Hpmh! hpmh!" you groaned in agreement.
Every time Nayeon would lift herself up, you would eagerly push up onto her, creating more ‘oomph’ to her landings.
A mixture of their juices began to seep down from their sexes and onto the edge of the couch; she needed to do some cleaning after they were done.
Wanting to make things hotter, Nayeon reached down with her left hand and grabbed a handful of your low-hanging sack.
You let out a heavy groan, feeling her fondling with her delicate hand, squeezing and juggling your balls.
They were so warm and yet not as hard as she thought testicles would feel, but it was doing wonders to you, so fondling she did.
The riding and fondling went on for some time until Nayeon felt herself ready to cum again.
“Fuck! No! I’m gonna cum again! Fuck, come here!”
Moving her hands from your balls, Nayeon leaned back up and grabbed your hands.
“Come forward,” she said tugging your arms now as you did so and you pressed your chest against her back as Nayeon grabbed your hands now and pressed them to her tits.
Pulling their bodies back onto the sofa, you slide forward so you had more freedom to move your hips.
"Fuck me, just fuck me till I cum!" Nayeon gasped at you.
She didn’t need to say it again.
Groping and squeezing her soft tits with your hands, you stuffed your face into Nayeon's neck and began to thrust upward into her needy pussy to which Nayeon started to huff in satisfaction.
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You pressed into Nayeon’s neck, her hair tickling you, as you pounded into her.
Her smell was very intoxicating and only motivated you to fuck her even harder.
Planting your bare feet on the floor, your hips drove up into her pelvis with such ferocity and animalistic behavior.
"Oh fuck! Yes yes yes yes yes! Keep fucking me like that!" she wailed in rhythm to your thrusts.
SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
Still holding onto her mounds, you gripped, not as hard, not kneading, but holding onto them for dear life as you continued your onslaught.
‘My god! So much power than Tzuyu! Oh she's sooo missing out!’
Nayeon thought as she held on for her life as your cock pounded away at her throbbing pussy.
Her orgasm made her extremely sensitive to all stimuli, which caused her mind to melt from the sensory overload causing her tongue sexily fell from her mouth, and her eyes rolled back.
She could feel your hands aggressively gripping her breasts.
You were probably going to leave small indications of where your fingers were, but she was too engrossed in how you were pounding her to care.
And it wasn’t long to care as…
"F-FUCK! I'm close!!! I need you to cum with me!" Nayeon suddenly screamed as you grunted loudly.
You were on the very edge; so excited that Nayeon was showing no sign of wanting you to pull out.
"Muh huh!" You grunted.
Nayeon was a possessed slut at this point; she was so close to her orgasm, she needed to cum now!
"Do it! DO IT!" Nayeon proclaimed, “I want you to cum inside of me. I need to feel you filling me up with your c-c-c-ahhh!" Nayeon begged, her eyes rolling back and moaning loudly, but she couldn’t finish as she couldn’t hold on any longer.
Luckily, the feel of her orgasm made you climax together as she grounded your sexes into each other and they climaxed together.
"Hhmphph!" You let out a decrepit groan as you planted your cock head directly into the entrance of her womb and shot your virile seed into Nayeon.
“Ohhhh~ Oh my god…~” Nayeon held onto your hands over her breasts still as she pulsed, groaning, feeling her velvet walls constrict around your shaft and her juices gush down onto your sack as she felt your sperm invade her.
"....you're cumming in me again...you're cumming in me...." Nayeon repeated in sultry desire, "fuck…it feels so good!"
Nayeon’s body tingled in ecstasy as your thick cum filled her.
She couldn't believe that she was allowing a stranger to cum so lavishly, so deep inside of her.
It was beyond taboo: it made her feel all hot and riled up as her velvet walls constricted tightly around your shaft, her body working at maximum effort to extract as much of his genetics as possible.
Sure there were toys that can deliver the same when she was with Tzuyu but having a man finish in her was…truly something else.
You, now, felt like your soul was being ripped from your body.
If these were your last moments, you would die a happy man.
But mustering your will, your inner force, your heart labored, but your lungs heaved and your mind focused on surviving this enthralling experience.
After a few more pumps, you bottomed out with a mighty sigh, and Nayeon collapsed on top of your body, her arms dropping from your hands that were still on her breasts.
The sweat sticking between another as your bodies were heaving.
They both gulped in every precious breath as they struggled to recover from their mind-melting orgasms.
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"That…ah…was amazing....thank you...." Nayeon said in a breathy voice as she felt your breath close to her ear.
‘Holy fuck! Best fucking night ever!’ You thought as you eyed the top of Nayeon’s head.
Though not long since lifting her head up off of you, Nayeon gazed upon her waiter.
Her hand rose to grab your hair as she leaned towards you and gave you a deep kiss.
“Hmm~” Nayeon groaned as you squeezed her tits while kissing her, feeling them, memorizing their shape in your hands before having to end it.
Your tongues twirled together once more for about fifteen seconds before she pulled away from you, a bridge of saliva gradually collapsing onto your bodies as Nayeon grinned.
“Fucking…incredible…”
As Nayeon slowly got up off of your body, your cock slipped out of her, now feeling the cool air on your heavily moist cock.
A stream of your thick cum flowed out of her pussy and down over your crotch and deflating cock as Nayeon was standing up now.
She turned to you and lowered her hand between her thighs, feeling her damp lips.
“Wow…just…wow…that was fucking amazing! You did not regret my decision. You have done very well my cute waiter~” she patted your thigh as you nodded, “now then, sadly, I do have something going on tomorrow so I do need some sleep. Go clean yourself up.”
You weren’t exactly happy the sex was over, but a one-night stand was way better than masturbating to online fake nudes of her.
Nodding, you stood up as well.
“Bathroom is to the right in the hall there; just do a quick cleanup with the towels there and leave it on the floor,” Nayeon added, “especially here,” she patted your cock softly, grinning as you nodded slowly, “I need a drink,” she said walking away from you as you walked after staring at her ass for a couple of seconds before gathering your clothes on the floor and heading down the hall.
Your movements were robotic as you entered the white-colored bathroom.
Pristine and nicely kept clean, but you weren’t paying any attention to the scenery.
The moment the door slid shut behind you, the air finally loosened, just a little.
You exhaled a breath you’d been holding for what felt like since the climax.
“…Holy…fucking…shit...”
You stood there for a second, your hands crushing your clothes, trying to reboot your brain.
But the buzzing everywhere wouldn’t go away; it was half adrenaline, half confusion.
Your pulse thudded in your ears as you replayed the past, well however long you were here, but every image you were burning into your mind.
Nayeon in those positions…
“Hehe…oh my fucking god…I had sex with Nayeon, heh, hehehe…”
Stepping forward, you stood in front of the sink and placed your clothes on the side, before turning on the water and staring at your reflection in the mirror.
Slightly flushed cheeks, pupils a little wider than they should be, and your hair in that after-sex dishevelment.
You also noticed visible scratch marks and one, no two, bite marks on your neck on either side, one heavier than the other.
You didn’t know when Nayeon did either, but hell, she could do whatever she wants if it led to this.
‘I’ve got to clean up,’ you thought as Nayeon said to hurry, and you did NOT want to disappoint her.
Turning on the faucet and finding grey towels hanging behind you, you began to clean yourself.
Through that, you wondered if you should ask, well, in some way, since you couldn’t speak, if it were possible to do this again or even go out sometime.
As they say, you got to shoot your shot, and even if she says no, at least you got to experience an amazing one-night stand.
If you were lucky enough for them to appear in the restaurant and then this, then surely you can be after, well, hopefully.
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A couple of minutes passed and with the final touches of tucking your shirt in and fixing your hair, double-checking yourself once more before turning towards the door.
SQUEAK
Opening it, you came out and took a few steps back to the living room and saw Nayeon, now staring at you, on the kitchen chairs in front of the table, still naked as she was holding her phone, with a glass filled with liquid in front of her and a water bottle on the side of that.
“There you are. I almost was about to get you,” Nayeon placed her phone down and walked to you as your eyes took in the last chance of Nayeon’s nude figure, “I have to say you served me very well tonight (YN). Loads of times better than what I imagined.”
Getting about an inch away from you, her hand went to your neck.
“Kiss. Soft this time,” she ordered as you leaned to her and your lips made contact. Though not as frenzied, this was a pretty good few seconds as her fingers raked across the back of your neck.
Nayeon pulled away initially and hummed, looking at you.
“Too bad tonight had to end, but I do need to get up early; places to go, usual idol responsibilities, and I can’t have you making me stay up~” You nodded, glad to hear that she too seems to think the same as you.
“Hehe, you’re still obedient not talking~ now before you go.” She cooed as she turned and walked towards your device, having your sights on her wonderful ass’s movement.
Grabbing your phone, she turned on the spot and headed back to you, eyeing your phone and turning it on for the logo to appear.
“Anddddd…code.” She presented your phone with the keypad on it now.
Wondering what the last thing was you were thinking as you just did it, and Nayeon took the now opened phone in her direction and started tapping it, humming away.
From your POV, it was hard to tell what she was doing, but you knew she wasn’t checking for news, that’s for sure.
“Anddddd…here,” She turned the phone to you, and lo and behold, it was a new contact with a typical bunny emoji, “don’t even think about sharing that.” Nayeon pointed with her finger close to your face as you nodded, grabbing your device, “I don’t know when, but I will need your ‘service’ again soon.”
You nodded slowly, unable to hold your smile; your mind was in euphoria; this wasn’t the end.
“Remember, not a word to anyone,” you nodded as she smiled, “alright,” she patted your chest, “now get your cute self out of here and take this.”
You nodded once more while turning slowly and started to go back the way you came after taking the bottled water that Nayeon presented you.
Nearing the corner of the entrance, you looked back at Nayeon, who was staring at you, her arms folded in front just under her breasts, waving bye now with her trademark smile as if nothing had happened, but it was a smile that you would never see the same again after tonight.
You raised your hand up to wave as well, turned, and walked forward down the hall, leaving Nayeon’s sight.
SHUT
Closing the door behind you, you let out a silent and longing breath, staring at the wall in front of you with your mind attempting to arrange your composure and focal point.
You exhaled slowly, your brain needing seconds to catch up to what just happened.
Your heart was hammering in your chest, your mind replaying every single second…EVERY SECOND that just happened.
“Holy…fuck…” you whispered to no one, feeling your lips pull into a half-smile.
You started walking toward the elevator, the sounds of your feet faint through the halls as you pressed the elevator button and leaned against the wall, your phone still in your hand.
You raised your device, Nayeon’s new profile still on the screen.
Im Nayeon, sitting in your contact list with her bunny emoji on top of her number.
You chuckled softly to yourself, shaking your head.
“She actually gave me her number… and she’ll call DING again…un-fucking-believable.”
The elevator doors opened with a soft ding, and you stepped in, eyes still fixed on the screen.
Pressing the lobby button, the doors closed.
And once it did…
“Hehehe…hahaha-oh my god! Fuck yes!” You pumped your arms as you laughed maniacally, “Nayeon wants me again! Holy shit hahaha!”
DING
The doors opened as you took a breath to remain calm in front of the receptionist.
Walking out, you turned the corner and noticed the same lady sitting behind the counter.
Stepping closer, she turned and smiled at you.
“Hello again. Everything went well?” The receptionist asked as you nodded at her, “wonderful. So, if you don’t mind me asking,” she then leaned closer, “is it about their comeback?” She whispered that last part as you nodded once more, absentmindedly, as she smiled and nodded, “can’t wait then. My lips are sealed. Have a good night.” She bowed as you walked forward and out of the building, now smiling like a goober once more.
Pushing the door open, feeling the night breeze, you walked to your car, pulling out the keys from your pocket and…
DING
…unlocked the doors as you…
THUMP
…opened and sat inside the driver’s seat…
THUMP
…closing the door and…well, sat there, looking out into the lights from the apartment complex.
‘Nayeon.’
Was all you thought before buckling your seatbelt, turning on the ignition, putting your house’s location into your GPS and headed off.
Nearing the corner of the entrance, you looked back at Nayeon, who was staring at you, her arms folded in front just under her breasts, waving bye now with her trademark smile as if nothing had happened, but it was a smile that you would never see the same again after tonight.
You raised your hand up to wave as well, turned, and walked forward down the hall, leaving Nayeon’s sight.
SHUT
Closing the door behind you, Nayeon let out a chuckle and longing breath.
“Hehe, wow, I need to call him as soon as I can, but first~” Nayeon looked towards the hall, “okay, you can come out now,” she looked towards the first door on the left as it opened…
“He was…wow,” Tzuyu’s smile said it all, along with another as Nayeon shook her head while walking towards the youngest.
“I know. I told you he was going to be. You could have been in there getting your insides scrambled instead of watching and fingering yourself; his cock could have been in you instead.”
Nayeon looked at Tzuyu’s damp slit, as she had no lower garments on as she walked towards her.
“I was making sure he was good enough for me before I did anything with him.”
“And~” Nayeon grinned as Tzuyu nodded, “perfect. We’re calling him back when we can. Trust me, it’s a whole lot better than what we have in our drawers.” Nayeon was right in front of her now, and Tzuyu sighed as Nayeon started to trace her lower lips, “hmm~ since you didn’t get any action tonight, maybe I can help with this~”
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Nayeon grinned and that was the last thing she did before kneeling before Tzuyu and no hesitation, buried her head into Tzuyu’s crotch, waiting less than one second until Nayeon began flicking her tongue at Tzuyu's pussy, starting just below the opening of her pussy and working her way upwards with fast, little licks that barely touched the moist, sensitive skin.
“Oh…”
Tzuyu moaned and writhed as Nayeon gave Tzuyu's clit a few quick licks in rapid succession and started licking her outer labia, starting behind the hole and making her way up in a single slow lick, her tongue as wide as she could make it.
She licked first one, then the other, alternating between the two and making sure she only just barely brushed the clit on the way.
“Nay-ahh…”
Tzuyu was losing it, grinding her pussy against Nayeon's face, trying to bring her clit into contact with that elusive tongue.
Nayeon put her arms on the outside of Tzuyu's thighs, palms on her belly, trying to make her hold still.
The sense of power was nearly as intoxicating as the taste and smell of Tzuyu's juices, and she squeezed her own thighs together around her softly throbbing pussy.
“Nayeon…”
After having teased Tzuyu like that for a while, Nayeon progressed to her inner lips, teasing them open with her tongue, circling her wet hole.
After a few rounds she clamped her lips over the soaking wet orifice and plunged her tongue in as far as she could, swirling it around.
She began moving her tongue in and out of Tzuyu's pussy, lapping up as much of her pussy juice as she could, relishing the taste.
She pressed her face into the soaking pussy, feeling her face becoming coated in moisture, loving every moment of it.
Tzuyu realized too late that it was a bad idea to be standing with Nayeon busying eating her out as her knees were already starting to buckle as Nayeon's pushed two fingers inside, pushing them in and out rapidly.
Tzuyu was feeling dizzy, the pleasure enveloping her as Nayeon didn't stop, her goal was to make Tzuyu squirt, which barely happened as she dripped more often than squirted.
“Oh!”
Tzuyu dug her fingers into Nayeon's hair, craving more of Nayeon's wonderful tongue and fingers as the eldest curled her fingers slightly causing a moan to remember.
Nayeon was completely absorbed in the task, one hand down between her own legs, rubbing her pussy in rhythm with her tongue playing with Tzuyu's clit.
“Ohh~ Ohh!”
Tzuyu couldn't stop the continuous moan which was going into a higher pitch at a steady rate.
Her pelvic bobbed up and down with the drastic actions her body was making.
Nayeon felt proud of the fact that she was making Tzuyu moan and whimper like that, and this spurred her on and made her even bolder and went straight for her clit again.
She pursed her lips and clamped them around the small nub, sucking it into her mouth and flicking her tongue rapidly back and forth.
Tzuyu grabbed at the back of her head with both hands while squeezing her head between her thighs.
Nayeon shifted her legs to a more comfortable position and settled in to feast on Tzuyu's clitoris.
She circled it with her tongue, then started licking it up and down very slowly.
Then she started in with small, short licks, beginning slowly, then building up speed, then slowing back down again.
Every time she slowed down Tzuyu ground her pussy up against her, begging her to go faster, and when she did, Tzuyu would urge her on, feeling her orgasm get closer.
The end came when Nayeon palmed up and her middle finger nearly all the way in, she made a "come hither" gesture with her finger, probing the inside of Tzuyu's pussy for that rough, rubbery spot.
“O-oh-Nay-Nayeon!”
When she found it and applied pressure, Tzuyu's hips gave a mighty jerk, the back of her head leaning towards the door frame and she gave a howl of pure pleasure.
“Ahhh!”
Two more licks across her clit, and she came with a power and intensity that was nearly frightening as Tzuyu's thighs were like a vice, locked around Nayeon's head as Tzuyu rode her face all the way through orgasm as she licked up Tzuyu's cum anywhere she could get before Tzuyu let her go.
Licking her lips and smirking, she looked up to see Tzuyu looking outward, her mouth opened with heavy breathing.
“Wow…”
Nayeon stood up and brought Tzuyu’s face towards hers as Tzuyu didn’t resist and kissed Nayeon back.
Their tongues rubbed against each other while Nayeon groped Tzuyu’s shaped ass.
Once they broke apart, Nayeon groaned.
"Bed. Now."
“But tomorrow-“
Nayeon pushed Tzuyu’s torso inside the room as both girls giggled while closing the door behind.
Good thing the apartment walls are soundproof, or the lust would have been heard throughout the floor for the next hour.
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.”
—
—
—
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,
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
—
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?"
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!
𑣲 word count. 3,664
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.”
