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🧸 ⤷ i only write for twice ꫂ᭪݁

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🐚 - fluff, 🧂 - angst, 🦴 - smut, 💭 - suggestive

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minatozaki sana

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╰┈> "everybody wants you; you can have them all, but i got what you need." 🦴

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classmates to lovers trope (wip :c)

╰┈> 01. "fall for me, I'd fall for you" 🐚

╰┈> 02. "i somehow find you and i collide" 🐚

[chaeyology]

I'm not sure if you're still taking requests but I thought I'd ask. If you are, could you do Momo x shy/fem reader where Momo is a cocky/womanizer on campus(uni) but she only has eyes for reader, always trying to impress her, yet reader just doesn't fall for the attitude yet cannot stop looking at her, catching her eyes during or after class until, one weekend they bump into each other at a shared dormitory or anywhere and the tension is so thick that smut and smexy times happen. Momo can be dom, there can be lots of praise etc.

If u can't do this request and/or are busy I get it. just thought I'd ask! hope you have a great day!

let me be your woman

pairings . womanizer!dom!momo x shy!fem!reader

synopsis . as the cocky, untouchable womanizer of the university, momo is used to getting exactly who she wants. except for you. no matter how hard she tries to impress you, you look right through her attitude—even if you can’t help but catch her eye across the lecture hall. the thick tension finally boils over on the first weekend of the semester, when momo catches you stumbling up the dormitory stairs with a heavy box, she uses it as the perfect excuse to follow you into your room. and this time, she isn't leaving until she gets what she wants.

warns . smut. some cussing. praise kink. body worship. fingering. cunninglius. pet names. (pretty girl, puppy, cutie, darling). aftercare

a/n . dw im still very open <3 working on 2 fics!! c: 1 smut 1 fluff yeyy !!! cant promise ill get them done by the end of the week LOL but hehe

everyone on campus knew exactly who hirai momo was.

she was the star athlete, she was incredibly gorgeous, and she made it absolutely no secret that she loved women.

more than that, she was well known as the biggest, most shameless womanizer at the entire university.

flirting was like a second language to her. she did it completely without thinking, as naturally as breathing.

she would flash a dazzling, charming smile at the barista pouring her morning coffee just to watch the poor girl fumble the cup.

she would casually wink at her classmate sitting next to her, or hold doors open for random women just to enjoy the way their faces turned bright red.

momo never really stayed in serious or long-term relationships. she was famous for short, incredibly intense romances that lasted only a few weeks before she smoothly and politely moved on.

she was never mean or cruel about it, but she still left a very long, very dramatic trail of swooning, slightly heartbroken girls all over campus.

you knew all of this from the rumors, and you were completely determined not to become just another nameless notch on her bedpost.

your defense strategy was actually quite simple: be entirely invisible.

during every single lecture, you purposefully chose a seat in the back corner, kept your head down, and tried your absolute best to blend directly into the background.

you were smart enough to recognize that momo was objectively hot, but you constantly reminded yourself that her smooth lines and heavy stares were just a practiced routine.

she said and did the exact same things to every girl she wanted.

but then, the routine broke.

momo noticed you, and suddenly, her entire world narrowed down to just one target.

it started a week ago during a deeply crowded afternoon lecture.

momo was sitting near the front, surrounded by her usual group of popular friends, loudly laughing and soaking up every ounce of their undivided attention.

for a brief, split second, you happened to look up from your notebook and your eyes accidentally met hers.

you got shy, blushing but you just stared right back at her just to let her know you're not easily captivated.

you deliberately gave her a quiet, completely unimpressed sigh before looking right back down to continue writing your notes despite blushing.

that absolute lack of interest bruised momo’s massive ego...

she was used to everyone fawning over her, and your quiet defiance drove her absolutely insane.

from that exact moment on, momo stopped looking at anyone else in the room.

well, now she only had eyes for you.

every single class after that, she tried her absolute hardest to impress you and break your cold exterior.

she would purposefully choose seats where she knew you would have no choice but to see her.

when the professor asked a difficult question, momo would confidently raise her hand and give the perfect answer, leaning back in her desk with a cocky smirk.

during breaks, she would stretch her athletic arms or casually play with her hair, doing everything in her power to look attractive.

and every single time she did something impressive, her eyes would instantly dart across the room to your specific corner, silently begging for your approval or a reaction.

but you refused to give her the satisfaction.

you kept your face perfectly neutral, refusing to fall for her cocky attitude or her smooth charms.

still, despite your best efforts to stay detached, you couldn't completely stop looking at her either.

you found yourself catching her eye during lectures, and even long after the professor dismissed the class.

it turned into a silent, thrilling war between the two of you.

three times a week, her eyes would lock onto yours from across the crowded hall, and you stubbornly refused to be the first one to look away.

the unspoken tension between you became so incredibly thick that it felt hard to breathe, a silent intense game of chicken that left momo completely frustrated and utterly obsessed with you.

once momo’s radar locked onto you, her mission to impress you spilled out into the rest of campus life.

everywhere you went, it felt like the university’s star athlete was suddenly putting on a private performance just for an audience of one.

when you walked past the campus quad during the afternoons, momo would be there playing soccer or tossing a football with her friends.

the moment she spotted you moving along the sidewalk, her entire demeanor changed.

she would immediately push herself harder, sprinting faster, scoring goals with dramatic flare, and pulling off athletic moves that had her friends cheering.

but the second the play was over, momo wouldn’t look at her teammates.

her head would snap directly toward you, her chest heaving as she wiped sweat from her forehead, giving you a sharp, cocky grin that practically screamed, 'did you see that?!'

even in the crowded cafeteria, she tried her luck.

you would be sitting alone at a small corner table, quietly eating your lunch, when momo would walk in with her usual massive entourage.

she could have sat at the big, popular tables in the center of the room.

but, she purposefully led her friends to the table directly across from yours.

she would sit facing you, laughing loudly at jokes, leaning back confidently in her chair, and flexing her toned arms as she ate.

every time she spoke, her voice carried just a bit louder, clearly trying to get you to listen.

but your defense mechanism was like ironclad.

whenever you caught her looking, you would slowly raise your eyes, look her dead in the face with a completely bored, unimpressed expression, and then "calmly" go back to scrolling on your phone or reading your book gay panicking internally.

you could see the subtle twitch in her jaw every time you dismissed her.

it was working.

the untouchable, smooth campus heartbreaker was completely flustered by a single girl who refused to give her the time of day.

which brought you to the first saturday of the semester.

the stifling summer heat was bouncing off the brick walls of the dormitory building.

you were currently standing at the very bottom of the central staircase, staring up at the three long flights of concrete steps that led to your new room.

at your feet was a massive, taped-up cardboard box containing almost everything you owned—heavy textbooks, winter clothes, and desk organizers.

it weighed a ton.

taking a deep, bracing breath, you bent your knees and hoisted the box into your arms and instantly, your muscles strained.

the cardboard was slick under your fingers, and the box was so tall that it completely blocked your forward vision.

you could only see the steps directly beneath your shoes.

one painful step at a time, you began the agonizing trek upward. left foot, right foot!

your breath came in ragged gasps, your arms were shaking crazily under the crushing weight, and sweat was beginning to sting your eyes.

by the time you reached the landing of the second floor, you felt like your arms were about to snap off.

you stopped for a brief second to readjust your slipping grip, your fingers frantically digging into the tape to keep the box from crashing down.

unbeknownst to you, someone had been leaning against the vending machines on the second floor, drinking a sports drink.

it was momo, obviously.

she had been taking a break from her weekend workout, wearing athletic shorts and a sleeveless tank top that put her incredibly toned shoulders on full display.

the moment she heard your heavy breathing and saw you struggling with a box almost the size of your entire torso, her eyes lit up.

this was the ultimate, perfect opportunity s6he had been waiting for all week to finally play the hero and force you to look at her.

a small, amused smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as she watched you struggle.

she wanted to see how long your stubborn pride would last, and she was secretly waiting to see if you would finally break your rule and call out to her for help.

you, however, had absolutely no idea she was there.

all of your focus was poured into the brutal physical torment of moving that box.

your arms were shaking so bad now that the cardboard was vibrating against your chest.

your quads burned with every single step you climbed.

you passed the second-floor landing and began the final, steep trek up the stairs toward the third floor.

your vision was completely cut off by the top of the box, forcing you to blindly feel for the edge of each concrete step with the tips of your shoes.

just a few more steps, you repeated in your head like a prayer. just ten more steps and i can drop this thing.

but your body was hitting its absolute limit.

sweat ran down your forehead, stinging your eyes and causing you to blink rapidly.

in that one split second of distraction, your foot didnt lift quite high enough.

the tip toe of your shoe clipped the hard edge of the concrete step.

your balance instantly vanished. your stomach dropped into a cold, terrifying pit of panic as the sheer weight of the heavy box pulled your upper body backward.

you were completely airborne for a terrifying second, falling backward down a steep flight of concrete stairs with a massive weight pressed against your chest.

you gasped, squeezing your eyes shut tightly as you braced yourself for a bone-breaking impact.

the painful crash never came.

a sudden, powerful force slammed into your back, halting your dangerous momentum instantly.

momo had moved with an explosive speed of a professional athlete.

before you could even register that you were falling, she had bounded up the steps and thrown her entire body behind yours to catch you.

her strong, toned arms wrapped completely around your waist from behind, her chest pressing firmly against your back to anchor you safely against her.

the sudden, intense heat of her body heat radiated through your oversized sweater.

"i’ve got you," momo breathed right against your ear, her voice surprisingly deep and completely steady.

before you could even process the shock of her touch, momo effortlessly reached around your sides.

her steady hands gripped the bottom of the massive cardboard box.

with a single, fluid flex of her biceps, she lifted the crushing weight completely out of your trembling arms.

she didn't stumble under the load.

she shifted the box into her own arms, holding it against her chest as easily as if it were filled with feathers.

you stood frozen on the stairs, your heart hammering wildly against your ribs from the adrenaline of almost falling.

your breath came in shallow, ragged gasps.

slowly, you turned your head around to look at her.

momo was standing just one step below you, looking up with a cocky, breathless grin.

her dark eyes were sparkling with absolute triumph.

she had finally broken through your invisible walls, and she was looking at you like she had just won the lottery.

"you really should be more careful, cutie," momo said, her voice dripping with smooth amusement.

she adjusted the heavy box in her arms, her biceps flexing effortlessly right in front of your face. "a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be doing such heavy lifting. you could have really hurt yourself but lucky for you, i happen to be very good with my hands."

your face flared a deep, burning crimson.

you were incredibly annoyed that she was using a cheesy, practiced pickup line right after saving you, but the sudden physical closeness was making you painfully embarassed.

your heart hammered against your ribs, and you hated how easily she could make your blood run hot.

"i didn’t ask for your help, hirai," you muttered, turning around fully to face her on the stairs.

you crossed your arms over your chest, trying to hide the furious blushing of your cheeks.

you wanted to look intimidating, but your voice lacked its usual bite. "and i don’t need you to be... 'good with your hands' around my things. give it back, i can carry it myself."

momo barely budged an inch, taking a deliberate step up and closing the physical gap between you until you could smell the faint, clean scent of her body spray.

she looked you up and down, her dark eyes lingering on your lips for a second too long before meeting your flustered glare.

"oh no, really?" momo teased, leaning in close enough that her breath brushed your ear. "because from where i was standing, you looked completely overwhelmed and your legs were shaking so bad, i thought you were about to collapse. besides, i like a challenge so right now, i’m really enjoying holding onto what’s yours."

the sexual innuendo was so blatant it made your stomach do a nervous flip.

the air between you instantly became thick, heavy, and suffocatingly hot.

she was playing a game, testing your limits, and using her physical dominance to completely fluster you.

you looked down at her shoes, suddenly unable to maintain eye contact because of how intense her gaze was.

"s-shut up," you squeaked out, biting your inner cheek to stop yourself from showing how nervous you truly were. "just... put it down."

"aw, make me," momo replied instantly, her voice dropping to a low, challenging purr that sent a shiver straight down your spine.

she flashed a cocky smile, clearly thrilled by the shy, red flush creeping up your neck. "look, your room is just down the hall, right? lead the way, sweetheart, let me carry the heavy stuff for you. truust me, i have plenty of stamina, i can handle whatever you throw at me."

you let out a huff, trying to play off your extreme shyness as pure annoyance.

you stomped your foot slightly on the concrete step. "you’re literally unbelievable."

"i’ll take that as a compliment, puppy," she chuckled, her eyes darkening with a sudden, deeper intensity as she gestured with her chin toward the hallway. "after you."

knowing you couldn't actually force the box out of her strong grip—and too embarrassed to keep arguing in the open stairwell—you turned on your heel and began walking down the corridor.

your knees felt weak. you could hear the heavy, steady thud of momo's shoes right behind you, her eyes practically burning holes into your back as you approached your door.

you reached the end of the quiet hallway and stopped in front of your bedroom door.

your hands were shaking so much from pure nervousness that you almost dropped your keys twice before finally getting the lock to turn.

your palms were sweaty, and the intense heat of momo’s body right behind you was making it incredibly hard to focus.

as the door swung open, you immediately turned around and stepped into the doorway, using your own body as a physical barrier to block the entrance.

your face was still burning a bright, furious red, and you could feel your heart pounding against your ribs like a trapped bird.

you gripped the edge of the doorframe tightly, trying to look firm despite your shaking knees.

"ookay.. you brought it to my door," you said, your voice breathless and tight with shyness as you held out your trembling arms. "t-thank you, now give me the box and go back to your friends."

momo stood perfectly still, looking down at you with a sudden shift in her expression.

the playful, cocky smirk she had been wearing on the stairs completely vanished, replaced by a heavy, intense look that made your breath hitch in your throat.

"why do you do that?" momo asked softly, her voice dropping to a serious, quiet tone that vibrated right through your chest.

"uhm.. d-do what?" you whispered, your grip tightening on the wood of the door frame until your knuckles turned white.

"ignore me," momo said, taking a slow, deliberate step forward. she forced you to back up slightly into your room just to keep from touching her chest. "every single class, you look right through me. i watch every girl on this campus twist themselves into knots just to get a second of my time, they laugh at my jokes, they try to sit near me, and they blush if I even look their way. but you? you look at me like i’m completely invisible. it really drives me absolutely insane."

"because you're a damn playgirl, momo," you blurted out, your defensive wall finally cracking under the sheer intensity of her dark eyes. "you say the exact same smooth things to everyone. i’ve heard the stories and i’m not going to be just another nameless name on your long list."

a dangerously dark smile spread across momo’s lips, her eyes softening into something possessive. "sweetheart... you think i look at you the same way i look at them? i haven’t looked at another soul since the day you looked at me in that lecture hall. you’re the only one i want."

before you could process the heavy weight of her words, momo used her frame to decisively push her way past you.

she stepped right through the doorway and into your private bedroom, her shoulder brushing firmly against yours and sending a jolt of electricity straight down your spine.

she walked over to your desk, casually set the massive cardboard box down with a dull thud, and turned around.

with a deliberate movement of her foot, she kicked your heavy dorm door shut behind her.

the sound of the lock engaging echoed through the sudden, stifling silence of the room.

the hallway noise was completely cut off, leaving the two of you entirely alone.

the atmosphere in the room instantly shifted, turning incredibly thick, heavy, and hot with tension.

momo didn’t take her eyes off you as she slowly walked back over, her footsteps sounding heavy against the floor in the small space.

she stopped directly in front of you, the height difference making you feel small and flustered.

you were trapped between the solid wood of the closed door and the undeniable presence of the woman who had just admitted to being obsessed with you.

"well," momo whispered, her voice a low, commanding murmur that seemed to fill the entire room.

she reached out, her fingers trailing lightly along the line of your jaw, forcing you to maintain eye contact despite your instinct to look away from your intense shyness. "who knew you were this cute up close."

your breath hitched completely as she closed the remaining distance, her shadow towering over you.

you squeezed your eyes shut, your heart hammering against your ribs, fully expecting her to tease you even more.

momo leaned down and captured your lips in a deep, sudden kiss.

the shock of it made you gasp, and momo immediately used that moment to deepen the kiss.

her lips were incredibly soft but firm, moving against yours with desperate hunger that told you exactly how long she had been holding back.

her hands moved from your jaw to the back of your neck, her long fingers tangling into your hair to hold you perfectly still against her.

a quiet, helpless whine escaped the back of your throat. the sheer intensity of her touch sent a wave of liquid heat crashing straight down to your core.

your hands, which had been pressed flat against your chest in defense, instinctively reached out to grab the soft fabric of her tank top, clinging to her as your knees threatened to buckle completely.

momo groaned against your mouth at your compliance, her grip tightening as she pulled your hips flush against hers.

the weight of her body pressed you firmly back against the hard wood of the locked door, trapping you completely within her embrace.

every single defense mechanism you had spent the last week building up dissolved into nothingness under the scorching heat of her mouth.

when she finally pulled back just a fraction, her lips were slick and your chest was heaving for air.

momo rested her forehead against yours, her dark eyes completely black with desire as she stared down at your swollen, ruined lips.

"good girl," momo murmured, her voice a rough, breathless growl that sent a violent shiver straight down your spine.

she let out a low chuckle, her thumb wiping a trace of spit from the corner of your mouth. "i knew you’d taste this good.."

momo kissed your lips again, not giving you a chance to breathe for air.

while your lips were still burning from her mouth, she slipped her hands down to your waist, lifting you slightly so you had no choice but to wrap your legs around her hips.

without breaking the kiss, she carried you effortlessly away from the door and over to the small dorm couch.

she sank down onto the cushions, keeping you firmly planted right on her lap.

you gasped as her lips finally left yours, your face flushing an incredibly dark, furious red.

being forced to sit straddling her lap made you feel completely exposed.

the heat of her thighs pressed against yours, and your intense shyness made you try to look away, your hands trembling against her shoulders.

"look at me," momo commanded softly, her voice a low, heavy purr.

when you hesitantly met her dark eyes, you saw they were completely clouded with desire.

momo reached up, her long fingers hooking under the hem of your oversized sweater.

with a smooth, practiced motion, she pulled it up and over your head, tossing it onto the floor.

you shivered as the cool air of the room hit your bare skin, making you instinctively try to curl in on yourself from sheer embarrassment.

but momo wouldn’t let you hide. her hands came down to rest heavily on your waist, holding you still.

she let out a low, shaky breath as her eyes raked over your body, staring at you with an expression of pure, unadulterated reverence.

"so beautiful," momo murmured, her voice thick and rough. "you’ve been hiding all of this from me under those big sweaters? what a waste."

before you could squeak out a response, momo leaned forward, burying her face into the crook of your neck.

you let out a soft gasp as her warm lips pressed a firm, slow kiss right against your pulse point.

a soft shudder ran down your spine as she moved with agonizing slowness, her tongue licking out to taste your skin before sucking a dark bruise right where your neck met your shoulder.

" ngh.. m-momo..." you whimpered, your fingers desperately digging into her shoulders.

the overwhelming intensity of the moment was battling with your shyness, making you feel as though you might melt.

"shh, just enjoy it," momo whispered against your skin, her hands sliding up your back to pull you closer, ensuring there wasn't an inch of space left between you.

.omo’s fingers slid smoothly down your back, finding the clasp of your bra.

with a quick, practiced flick of her hand, the hooks parted.

the sudden release made you freeze.

panic and a fresh wave of intense shyness crashed over you, and your hands instantly flew down to your chest.

you crossed your arms tightly over yourself, squeezing your eyes shut as you tried to cover your exposed skin.

your chest was heaving with rapid, shallow breaths, and you felt completely vulnerable sitting exposed on her lap.

"hey," momo murmured, her voice dropping into a low, soothing vibration.

she didn't force your arms away, she brought her warm hands up to cup your burning cheeks, gently tilting your face up until you were forced to open your eyes and look at her.

her dark eyes weren’t mocking or teasing anymore, they were completely filled with a heavy, thick lust and absolute admiration.

"don’t hide from me, puppy," momo whispered, her thumbs softly wiping the tears of sheer embarrassment from the corners of your eyes. "look at how much you’re blushing for me. it’s so hot.. you have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of."

you let out a quiet, shaky whimper, your heart hammering against your ribs so hard you were sure she could feel it through your skin.

"you’re so perfect," momo growled softly, her gaze dropping down to where your hands were still guarding your chest. "let me see you. please."

hearing the confident, untouchable campus heartbreaker actually say please really melted the last of your resistance.

slowly, your tense shoulders relaxed, and you let your arms drop heavily to your sides.

momo’s breath hitched completely. Her eyes widened as she took the sight of your breasts in, her gaze burning like wildfire against your bare skin.

her hands slid down from your face, her palms tracing a slow, agonizing path down your neck, over your collarbones, and finally settling firmly on your boobs.

your skin broke out into goosebumps at the contrast of her warm hands on your chest against the cool air of the room.

"genuinely beautiful," momo breathed, a dark, heavy smirk returning to her lips as she leaned her forehead against yours. "see? i told you i’d make you look at me and you're being such a good girl for me right now."

momo noticed the way you still shivered slightly, your shoulders tense with lingering shyness.

a soft, knowing look entered her dark eyes."but if you're going to be this exposed for me, it’s only fair i do the same," she murmured, her voice a low, gravelly hum against your ear.

without breaking eye contact, momo reached down and gripped the bottom hem of her sleeveless tank top.

ith one fluid, athletic motion, she pulled it up and over her head, tossing it carelessly onto the floor to join your sweater.

your breath hitched completely, and your throat went dry.

now that she was shirtless, you were looking directly at the stunning reality of her athletic frame.

her shoulders were broad and toned, her collarbones sharp, and her abs perfectly defined from years of intense sports conditioning.

the raw, physical presence of her was completely overwhelming, especially since you were still straddling her lap, your bare chests only inches apart.

"better?" momo teased, a cocky but incredibly warm smirk playing on her lips. "now you don’t have to feel so lonely."

momo leaned forward and the moment your bare skin finally pressed flush against her warm, smooth chest, a jolt of excitement shot straight down your spine.

you let out a quiet gasp, your hands instinctively rising to press flat against her chest.

at first, you just wanted to brace yourself, but as your fingers touched her bare, smooth skin, you couldn't help but feel how incredibly soft yet firm she was.

your fingertips traced the line of her collarbone and slid down across her chest, marveling at the heat radiating from her.

you felt a heavy thump against your palm—momo’s heart was hammering just as violently against her ribs as yours was.

momo let out a low, shaky soft hum at the sensation of your hands on her bare skin. her eyes darkened more, losing all traces of playfulness.

"mhm, just like that," she breathed, her grip tightening on your hips as she leaned her forehead against yours. "touch me, puppy. don’t stop."

your face flared a deep, burning crimson at her praise, your fingers twitching against her skin as you grew increasingly flustered by your own boldness.

you slid your hand down and ran it across momo's hard abs, tracing the lines.

you bit your bottom lip, completely overwhelmed by how intensely she was watching you react to her body.

"look at you," momo gigglef, her voice dripping with absolute adoration. "you’e doing so good for me, even when you're this shy."

her hands slowly slid down from your waist, her palms tracing the curve of your hips with an agonizingly slow pressure.

your skin broke out into fresh goosebumps as her long fingers finally reached the waistband of your shorts.

she hooked her thumbs just under your shorts, pausing for a single fraction of a second to look up into your eyes, giving you one last teasing, dominant smirk before she began to slowly slide them downward.

momo didn’t hesitate anymore, her thumbs firmly gripped the fabrjc of your shorts, and with one smooth, steady downward pull, she slid the fabric completely over your hips and down your thighs, removing your very last layer of defense.

a gasp escaped your lips as the cool air of the room hit your lower half.

he sheer vulnerability of being completely bare in her lap made your pussy throb with a heavy, aching heat.

your face was burning so hot you almodt felt dizzy, and your hands instinctively moved down to cover yourself again, your knees trembling against her sides.

but momo didn't let you hide this time, taking your hands and placed them on her shoulders.

she leaned her torso forward and buried her face directly into your chest, pressing her lips right against the soft skin of your breasts.

you let out a soft, pleasured whine, your back arching slightly as her tongue licked a wet path across the sensitive underside of your breast.

the physical sensation was so intense it made your head spin.

momo’s hands locked tightly onto your hips, anchoring you firmly to her lap so you couldn’t pull away from the friction of her mouth.

she moved higher, her warm lips and teeth grazing over the nipple, making you shudder violently from the sudden wave of electric heat.

"ahh.. m-momo..." the name was barely a breath, hands finding purchase on her shoulders.

the weight of her focus was heavy, and the silence of the room seemed to amplify every sound.

she wrapped her lips around your nipple, sucking like a hungry cub as she fondled your other breast with her free hand.

the sensation was too much, you were overwhelmed with pleasure and you were pressing your chest firmly on momo’s face.

momo’s tongue flicked over the nipple, while her other hand pinched the other one eliciting a soft flinch and whine from you.

the sharp, stinging pinch against your left nipple made your hips jerk off her lap, a high, broken sob tearing out of your throat.

but momo’s hand on your waist was like a vice, pinning your ass flat against her lap so you couldn’t wiggle away from the torment.

her tongue kept flicking rapidly over your right nipple, wetting the swollen, dark red peak until it was completely slick, before she suddenly clamped her teeth down and bit it.

"haa! m-momo, stop-!" you choked out, your fingers digging so hard into her bare shoulders that your nails left white marks on her skin.

instead of stopping, momo let out a dark, muffled growl right against your skin.

she swiped her tongue over the bite mark once before sliding her mouth down your ribcage.

her wet lips left a glistening trail of saliva straight down your stomach, making your abdominal muscles contract and shiver violently.

your chest was heaving, covered in a mix of your sweat and her spit, completely exposed as you sat straddling her.

momo’s free hand let go of your breast and slid heavy and warm down to your thigh.

she hooked her fingers behind your knee, forcefully tugging your leg wider until you were completely open to her, your clothed pussy pressing directly against her stomach through her thin athletic shorts.

you could feel the intense, burning heat radiating from between her legs, and the friction alone made a thick wave of slick leak out of you, dampening your thighs.

"shit," momo rasped, finally lifting her head. Her face was completely flushed, her lips slick and shining with your spit, and her dark eyes were blown out black as she stared down at your dripping heat. "you’re soaking wet just from me touching your chest, puppy. such a sensitive girl."

before you could cover your face in sheer embarrassment, momo’s palm slid up the inside of your thigh.

she hooked a finger into the waistband of your underwear and pulled it down, letting it pool around your thighs.

then, her long fingers brushed directly against your soaking wet folds, smearing your own slick all over your entrance in one heavy, deliberate upward stroke.

you let out a sharp breath, your hands flying up to grip her shoulders as the sudden contact sent a jolt through your entire body.

the intensity of the moment made your head roll back, your eyes fluttering shut as you struggled to process the overwhelming sensation.

momo lets out a satisfied chuckle as she feels your hips instinctively tilt up, seeking more of her heavy touch.

instead of giving in immediately, she pauses her thumb, leaving her long, slick fingers resting right at your opening.

"you’re shaking," momo whispers against your neck, her breath hot against your skin.

she presses the pad of her middle finger firmly against your aching cunt, testing the friction. "and you’re so incredibly wet for me. look how beautifully you open up when no one else is watching."

momo circles the tight heat of your opening once, then slowly, deliberately pushes the first knuckle of her finger inside.

the fullness makes your breath hitch completely, your eyes flying open to look at her.

momo watches your face intently, tracking every expression as she slowly sinks her finger in all the way to the base, stretching you open with agonizing slowness.

"that’s it, sweet girl, take it all," she murmurs, her free hand sliding up to gently anchor your hip in place so you can't pull away from the sensation. "good girl, look how perfect you fit around me."

you let out a broken, high-pitched whimper as your body adjusts to the deep, unyielding reach of her finger.

sitting flush against her lap like this, your hips tremble, instinctively trying to lift up and away from the intense sensation.

but momo’s grip on your waist tightens, her strong hands anchoring your hips firmly down against her thighs so you can’t escape.

"shh, stay right there for me, puppy," momo commands softly, looking up at you with dark, completely focused eyes.

she keeps her inside finger perfectly still, letting you get used to the deep ache of it, but you feel the smooth tip of her ring finger press right against your opening, slick with your own heat.

"you’re so fucking tight, but you can handle more than this. you’re built so perfectly for me.

with a slow, fluid upward push, momo slides her second finger right alongside the first.

the added stretch tears a sharp gasp from your throat. your head thrashes back, your hands gripping her shoulders for dear life as your walls tightly clamp down around her fingers.

it’s an incredibly intense, deep sensation that makes your thighs shake against her sides, but momo immediately leans forward, tilting her head up to press a soft, reassuring kiss to your exposed throat.

"oh, look at that. you took them both so beautifully, pretty girl," she murmurs against your skin, her voice thick with praise as she feels your internal muscles twitching around her sleek length. "so, so good for me. now sink down, darling. let it slide."

once she feels your weight completely settle and relax into the stretch, momo hooks her fingers slightly and begins a slow, agonizingly deep curling motion.

she pulls upward, her slender fingers targeting your sweetest spot with a steady, deliberate rhythm.

with every upward stroke, your body reflexively sinks heavier onto her hand, turning your gasps into sexual whimpers right into her ear.

the steady, curling rhythm inside you is already pushing you to your limit, but momo is far from finished.

keeping up the fluid strokes with her fingers, she extends her thumb, pressing the it directly against your swollen clit.

a high, breathless shriek rips from your throat, your whole body jolting violently against her lap.

you try to squeeze your eyes shut and muffle the sound against her shoulder by biting, mortified by how loud you just were, but momo’s thumb immediately begins to rub in a tight, relentless circle.

"don’t hide that pretty voice from me," momo commands, her tone a dark blend of authority and pure adoration.

she uses her free hand to grip your chin, gently tilting your face up so you cant hide your burning blush. "i want to hear exactly what i’m doing to you, pretty."

you try to bite your lower lip to stay quiet, but the double friction is entirely too much.

momo’s slender fingers stretch you deeply from the inside while her thumb rhythmically grinds against your puffy nub.

every stroke forces a flurry of helpless, high-pitched whimpers from your lips, your shyness completely melting away under the overwhelming pleasure.

"yss, just like that, baby," momo murmurs, watching your eyes roll back as a heavy shudder rolls through your hips.

she deliberately presses harder on your clit with her thumb, speeding up the rhythm just a fraction. "listen to how loud you are for me. you are being such a good girl."

hearing your voice break completely is all the encouragement momo needs.

her eyes darken further with intent, and for a few blissful, agonizing seconds, she increases her pace.

her slender fingers strike inside you with a sharp, wicked speed, while her thumb grinds against your clit in fast, merciless circles, dragging you right to the absolute precipice of your release.

your toes curl, your hips stuttering helplessly against her lap as your vision begins to blur.

you can feel the climax rushing toward you like a tidal wave.

and then, abruptly, she stops.

momo slips her slick, slender fingers out of you completely and pulls her thumb away.

the sudden, freezing absence of friction makes your breath hitch in a strangled gasp.

you let out a soft, involuntary whimper of protest, your hands instantly clutching at her shoulders as your body practically begs for the rhythm to come back.

"ah-ah, not yet, puppy," momo murmurs, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips as she looks at your flushed, dazed face. "you don’t get to cross the finish line that easily."

momo grips your waist with her hands. instead of just moving you, she slides her own body out from under you, easing you back onto the cushions of the couch.

your legs naturally part as momo slides down off the cushions, dropping gracefully onto her knees on the floor directly between your thighs.

sitting back on the couch with your knees hooked over her shoulders, you look down at her, completely breathless and trembling from the sudden shift in momentum.

from this angle, momo looks up at you like a devotee at an altar, her dark eyes reflecting nothing but absolute hunger and focus.

she reaches up, her long, slick fingers trailing a line of your slit down, making you shiver.

"there," momo whispers, her voice a low, gravelly vibration that sends a thrill straight down your spine.

she leans in closer, her breath hot against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh as she looks up into your eyes. "this is much better. now i can see every single expression on your pretty face while i worship you." she bit her lip.

"the way you’re looking at me right now," she says softly, her voice barely a murmur. "it’s perfect. i want you to stay exactly like this. don’t move a muscle unless I tell you to.

you can barely nod, your fingers digging into the couch cushions as you try to obey her command to stay still.

but the sight of momo looking up at you from between your thighs, completely unbothered by her own reputation and entirely consumed by you, makes your chest heave with erratic breaths.

"good girl," momo murmurs, a devastatingly soft smile melting her cocky smirk as she praises your obedience.

slowly, deliberately, she leans forward, her hands sliding up to cup the backs of your thighs, holding you open for her.

you let out a small, breathless whine as the heat of her face nears your sensitive skin.

she leans all the way in and presses the warm, damp flat of her tongue directly against your swollen clit.

a sharp, high-pitched gasp echoes through the room, your hips jerking off the couch cushions.

the sudden, intense heat of her mouth is entirely different from her fingers, sending an immediate, electric shock straight to your core.

your head falls back against the cushions, but momo’s hands tighten on your thighs, grounding you.

"look at me, baby," momo orders against your skin, her voice muffled but fiercely dominant.

you force your eyes flutter open, looking down through a haze of tears to see her looking right back up at you.

with unwavering eye contact, momo begins to trace a slow, agonizingly wet stroke upward, lapping up the slick excess she left behind.

her tongue is firm and deliberate, mocking the frantic rhythm of your racing pulse.

every time you try to turn your head away or hide your face from the sheer intimacy of it, momo uses a long, sweeping stroke of her tongue to drag a broken whimper from your throat, anchoring your gaze right back to her dark, blown-out eyes.

"look how beautiful you look when i do this," momo murmurs, pausing just long enough to breathe the praise against your aching center before diving back in, her tongue switching to a faster, swirling rhythm. "so damn sensitive. you’re taking it so well for me, pup."

the double onslaught of her swirling tongue and her piercing, dark gaze is already pushing you past the point of no return.

your hips are trembling against the cushion, completely unable to hold back the desperate, high-pitched noises tearing from your throat.

momo drinks in every single sound, her expression a mix of dark satisfaction and absolute devotion.

sensing that you are balanced right on the razor's edge, she decides to push you completely over.

without breaking eye contact, momo slides her free hand between your thighs. her fingers are already slick with your heat, and with one smooth, deep thrust, she drives two of them all the way inside you.

a loud, strangled cry rips from your chest, your hands flying fown to grip her hair as your walls instantly clamp down around her knuckles.

the sudden, dual sensation of her mouth grinding against your clit while her fingers stretch and curl deeply inside you is a total sensory overload.

"oh my god.. momo—please—i-i can’t—" you sob out, your back arching from the couch cushions as your vision begins to whiten at the edges.

"you’re doing well, pretty girl. don’t close your eyes," momo commands, her voice a gravelly, intense growl against your skin.

she ruthlessly increases the pace, her slender fingers hammering a deep, relentless rhythm inside you while her tongue laps at you with merciless, driving speed. "come for me, puppy. let me taste how good you taste."

the tension in your core snaps. you let out a loud, undone scream as a massive, shattering orgasm rips through your body.

your hips arch completely off the couch, pulsing frantically against her mouth as wave after wave of pure, blinding pleasure crashes over you.

inside, your muscles squeeze around her fingers in tight, helpless spasms, spilling your slick heat all over her hand.

momo holds you firmly through the storm of your release, burying her face deeply against you to lap up every single drop of your climax, riding out the tremors of your thighs until your scream dissolves into heavy, exhausted sobs.

as the white-hot intensity slowly begins to fade into a warm, buzzing afterglow, momo finally eases her fingers out with a wet pop.

she leans up, resting her chin on the edge of the couch between your trembling legs.

her lips are wet, her hair is beautifully messy, and as she looks up at your completely spent, dazed face, a soft, genuinely tender smile replaces her usual cocky smirk.

"oh you tasted good," momo whispers fondly, getting up and reaching up to gently brush a stray, sweat-damp curl away from your face. "absolutely breathtaking for me. such a good, sweet girl."

momo gently eases herself up from the floor, her movements gentle so she doesn’t startle you out of your dazed state.

she disappears into the attached bathroom for a brief moment, returning with a warm, damp washcloth.Kneeling back beside the couch, she uses the cloth to gently clean you up, her touch incredibly tender and a stark contrast to the fierce intensity from just moments before.

every swipe of her hand is soft, accompanied by quiet, soothing hums whenever a lingering tremor shakes your thighs.once she finishes, she discards the cloth and slides onto the couch cushions right beside you.

without a word, she hooks her strong arms under your waist and pulls your completely spent body directly onto her lap.you melt into her chest, your face burying into the crook of her neck as she wraps a soft throw blanket tightly around the both of you.

momo traps you in a warm, heavy embrace, one of her long hands slowly sweeping up and down the length of your back while her other hand gently strokes through your tangled hair.

"breathe, pretty," momo murmurs softly against your crown, her lips pressing a gentle kiss into your hair. "just relax."

for a long time, the only sound in the dorm room is the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest beneath your cheek.

the adrenaline completely fades, replaced by a heavy, protective warmth that makes your eyes feel droopy. momo continues her soothing patterns, tracing mindless, comforting shapes against your spine, giving you all the time you need to let your racing heart finally settle back to a normal pace.

but as the physical fog begins to lift, the reality of what just happened starts to crash down on your mind.

the quiet defiance you usually hold onto in the campus hallways feels completely stripped away. you think about momo’s reputation—the whispers in the lecture halls, the trail of broken hearts left in her wake, and the smooth, effortless way she commands attention wherever she goes.

you had spent weeks trying so hard not to fall for her arrogant charm, trying to be the one girl on campus who didn't give her the satisfaction.

yet here you are, completely undone on your couch with her, wrapped tightly in her arms after letting her push you to your absolute limit.

a cold spike of anxiety suddenly pierces through the warm afterglow. your fingers tighten against the fabric of her bra, clutching it a bit harder as the heavy silence in the room begins to feel suffocating.

momo notices the subtle shift instantly. the soothing strokes on your back pause for a fraction of a second before resuming at a slower, more deliberate pace.

"what’s going on in that beautiful head of yours, pup?" she asks, her voice incredibly low, stripped entirely of its usual cocky bravado.

you swallow hard, your throat feeling tight. you keep your face hidden against her neck, unable to look her in the eye just yet. "momo..." your voice comes out as a quiet, fragile whisper that barely carries across the room.

"i’m listening, darling. tell me."you take a deep, shaky breath, forcing the words out before your shyness can lock your jaw tight. "are you... do you do this with everyone?" you pause, your heart hammering against her ribs for a completely different reason now. "i just... i need to know if i’m just another toy to you. another girl you wanted to break down just to see if you could."

the entire room goes completely still.the hand stroking your hair stops completely. for a terrifying, agonizing moment, momo doesn’t say a single word.

you immediately regret asking, a wave of mortification washing over you as you prepare yourself for a smooth, practiced dodge or a casual laugh that would confirm your worst fears.

you try to pull back, suddenly desperate to escape the suffocating closeness of the blanket and the heavy embrace.but momo’s grip tightens instantly. she doesn’t let you pull away, she shifts her weight, her hands moving up to firmly but gently cup both sides of your face.

she forces you to lift your head, tilting your chin up until you have no choice but to look directly at her.

the expression on momo’s face isn’t smug, amused, or arrogant. her eyes are wide, swirling with an intense vulnerability that you have never seen on her face before.

the confident campus heartbreaker is gone, replaced by someone who looks genuinely hurt that you could even think that.

"hey. look at me," momo commands, her voice shaking slightly with an unexpected weight. she uses her thumbs to gently wipe away a stray tear that had slipped down your flushed cheek. "look at me and listen to me very carefully. you are never allowed to think that. do you understand?"

you blink up at her, your lower lip trembling slightly as you look into her wide, earnest eyes.

"everyone on that campus thinks they know who i am, and honestly, i let them think whatever they want because it’s easier," momo confesses, her voice dropping into a rough, gravelly register. she leans forward, pressing her forehead gently against yours, her breath hot against your lips. "but i have never looked at anyone the way i look at you. i have never spent weeks trying to catch someone’s eye after class just hoping for a single glance back. i don’t care about anyone else in those halls. only you."

she slides one of her hands down to rest directly over your heart, feeling the frantic, rapid thumping beneath your ribs.

"if i just wanted a toy, i wouldn’t be kneeling on a dorm room floor begging for your attention," momo whispers, her gaze dropping to your lips before locking back onto your eyes with fierce, unyielding intensity. "i wanted you because you’re the only one who sees past the attitude. you’re the only one who actually matters to me. this wasn’t a game to see if i could break your defiance. this was me trying to show you that i’m completely yours, if you’ll have me."

the sincerity in her words hits you like a physical wave, completely shattering the lingering walls of your insecurity. the heavy, defensive guard you had kept up for weeks completely evaporates, leaving you feeling raw but incredibly safe in her space.

"i don’t want anyone else, pup," momo murmurs, her thumb softly smoothing over your cheekbone, her touch completely worshipful. "i only want you. please believe me."

you let out a long, shaky breath, the tight knot in your chest completely unraveling. slowly, you lean forward and press your face back into the crook of her neck, your arms wrapping around her shoulders to hold her just as tightly as she is holding you.

"okay," you whisper against her skin, the word full of quiet relief. "i believe you, momo."

momo lets out a long, heavy sigh of her own, her entire athletic frame relaxing beneath you as she pulls the blanket tighter around your shoulders.

she rocks you gently on her lap, resuming the slow, soothing strokes against your back, cementing the deep, unspoken promise that she isn’t going anywhere.

with the heavy weight of your insecurity lifted, a deep, bone-deep exhaustion finally catches up to you.

your eyelids grow impossibly heavy, the steady, rhythmic thump of momo’s heart beneath your cheek acting like a perfect lullaby.

momo notices your breathing slowing down, turning shallow and relaxed against her neck.

she lets out a soft, incredibly fond hum, her arms tightening securely around you as she adjusts the throw blanket to ensure you’re fully covered from the cool night air.

"sleep, pretty girl," she whispers into your hair, her voice dropping to a barely audible murmur. "i’m not going anywhere."

you let out one final, contented sigh, pressing yourself as close to her warmth as physically possible.

surrounded by her familiar scent and the protective hold of her arms, you finally let yourself drift off into a deep, dreamless sleep.

held tightly in the arms of the campus heartbreaker—who now belonged entirely to you—you finally found complete peace.

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a/n: god freaking damn it why cant this happen to me

[vdiiee]

wow, just wow

[vdiiee]

sahyo in their divorce era bc ujb is on a honeymoon

[wkwksoulgi]

Hey 👋 I have another idea, but I'm not rushing you..What do you think about Sana the Barista? We might accidentally find a coffee shop in bad weather (for example, rain and thunderstorm) to hide. And end up blushing and feeling embarrassed next to the beautiful and sweet Sana..and Sana would ask you to wait out the bad weather in a cafe and chat with us 👉👈😊

By the way, do you ever get any rest? I'm really looking forward to part 4 ♡☆

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|| my mornings are filled with sunlight because of you

barista!minatozaki sana x vetfem!reader ; fluff

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synopsis: everything is going wrong once you leave your apartment to work. now with the downpour to add to the list of unfortunates, you rush into a nearby cafe to see a beautiful woman behind the counter. since when did angels start taking shifts at cafes?

tw: none!

a/n: omg barista!sana is so ARGHUGH!! hope you like it 🛐 anon! and to your ques, yes! i just get super motivated and somehow productive late at night so i write a whole lot (maybe it's the red bulls i be chugging throughout the day...)...taking a sip now as i write this..., yummi not proofread

wc: 2.7k

the rain hits hard the moment you step off the sidewalk—too sudden, too loud, like the sky decided to split open to ruin your timing.

your morning had already started off horribly: your car wouldn't start (opting for you to take public transportation. and as someone who's horrible at directions, especially subways at that, you almost went on the wrong section three damn times), and mid-ride, you realized you forgot your work badge at home. and to make matters even worse, the weather forecast lied. because it had said it would be sunny today (so no, you didn't have an umbrella with you, coming up from the underground area to see that it's pouring).

screw monday mornings!

you clutch your coat tighter, half-running, half-laughing at your own bad luck, with your work bag hidden under your coat because you cannot afford to have a broken laptop as well. every step also makes your shoes wetter because you apparently take big jumps into all of the puddles.

even better!

your shift at the vet clinic had started twenty minutes ago, but at this point, you might as well just call in for a sick day.

because you're already sick of this monstrosity of a day, and it was barely eight in the morning!

you see a warm glow that spills through a building's windows, eyes squinting to read what the sign says:

[9WICE CAFE]

opting to rush in quickly from the downpour, thinking to yourself that you could take shelter in there until the thunderstorm eases up.

the cafe surprisingly had no patrons as you stood at the entrance, eyes scanning the cozy place as the bell above the door clanged. the strong smell of coffee instantly hits your nose, the espresso machine hums lowly somewhere behind the counter.

raindrop clings to you in all the worst ways, your shoes soaked through as you trudge to a corner seat of the cafe, hair damp and sticking to your forehead as the sky continues to cry without mercy.

it's probably laughing-crying at you.

"rough morning?" the voice is soft, though it cuts through the sound of the coffee beans being ground in the background.

you look up from your seat immediately, hands halting from drying yourself with the cafe's napkins (they barely did anything).

oh? when did angels start working at cafes?

because behind the counter stood a very, very ridiculously attractive woman, light brown and soft-looking hair flowed loosely over her shoulders, round eyes gazing at you in a way that made you want to put her in your pocket instead. she slowly unbuttons her sleeves' buttons, folding them up effortlessly into flaps until they're near her elbows.

she tilts her head, watching you with a quiet amusement, almost endearing as she waits for you to answer.

oh, right, answering!

"y-you could say that..." you blink, looking down at yourself, suddenly aware of how crazy you must look.

she giggles, eyes crinkling just a bit as she grabs the towel hanging from her caramel-colored apron, making her way around the counter as she speaks in that mellow voice of hers,

"come here, you're dripping all over the floor." eyes bewildered, you glance down, noticing the pool of water that is forming from your drenched clothes.

when the hell did this happen?

getting up abruptly, almost slipping, you manage to make your way towards the front—shoes squeaking with every step—where the woman is already waiting.

"here, you can use this to dry off first. i'm sure those thin napkins are not going to dry anything." she gently holds the towel out, brushing your fingers for just a second longer than necessary when you take it.

"t-thank you, i appreciate it!" you blush, pink dusting your cheeks as you realize how unbelievably embarrassing this whole situation is: you look like a wet, scrawny dog while a put-together, angel-like woman stands in front of you.

her lips curve up, eyes flicking over you, taking in your flustered state—your dampness clings annoyingly, wet and cold, as you shiver despite the warmth of the cafe.

"wait here." she turns around quickly, walking toward the back room, disappearing behind the swinging door. you're left standing there, towel in hand, while the wind picks up outside, making the rain droplets hit against the glass windows loudly, not letting up anytime soon.

it's strange how quickly the cafe feels so much more emptier after she left—dimmer even.

you don't have to wait long, since the next thing you know, the door swings open again, the woman stepping out holding some things in her hands. as she got closer, you were able to make out what she brought out—a soft, well-worn, really comfortable-looking oversized sweater and a pair of gray sweatpants that are loose-fitting.

"here," she says, voice much more sweeter and gentler, "these are my spare clothes from the back. you can change into these!"

you blink, caught off guard at her kind gesture, "oh—please, you don't have to! i'll be fine drying off with—"

"i know," she cuts you off, a small smile forming on her lips, "i want to."

you hesitate, staring back and forth between the clothes in her hands and her face, where her lips were slowly forming into a pout, eyes becoming puppy-like.

"they're clean and comfy..." she squeezes the fabrics, arm extending out even more.

who the hell can say no?

"thank you...you're like heaven-sent..." her lips spread into a big smile of glee, cheeks bunching up as she fist bumps the air cutely before pointing towards the back.

"the bathroom is straight down to your left!"

you nod, still a little dazed as you slowly make your way back.

"oh!" you pause, turning around from her comment, "do you perhaps want anything? i can make it while you go get changed!"

she’s already watching you, arms resting on the counter now as she leans on it, but there’s a small eagerness in her posture—like she wants to make something for you.

"uh—w-whatever you like. your favorite drink, maybe...?"

her smile becomes even more kind, less playful now, and more touched.

"alright, i'll make you my favorite, then! coming right up for you!"

you hear her shuffle behind the counter, a ceramic cup clinking against the countertop, the faint hiss of steam as she gets to work.

by the time you step into the bathroom and close the stall door, your heart is beating like crazy, feeling it pound even through your ears.

you quickly change into the clothes she gave you, putting in some effort to at least dry yourself with the paper towels, wincing a bit at the roughness of it against your skin.

her clothes fit you perfectly, sweater and pants hugging you loosely (and yes, the sweater is very, very comfortable, which makes you want to hug yourself with it).

the fabric carries a faint scent of warm coffee beans, something sweet like vanilla, and a clean, comforting freshness that isn't just from detergent.

you leave the stall, looking at yourself through the big mirror—slightly damp hair, flushed face, scrubs still dripping water in your hands. you quickly hover the pile of mush over the sink, wringing out all the water until your knuckles turn white.

"okay...get it together..." you murmur to yourself, "there's a pretty girl out there. don't embarrass yourself, got it?" you point at your reflection in the mirror, a stern look on your face.

whatever happens, you will not embarrass yourself!

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as you make your way back out into the cafe, a customer is near the pick-up area waiting for their drink, fingers tapping against the marbled counter.

you notice on your table a steaming cup of hot chocolate, with a toasted marshmallow layered on top. it was set on a napkin, with neat handwriting scrawled on it:

for you <3 my favorite drink also happens to resemble you. drink it and find out how :) — sana

you also notice the wet puddle is cleaned up, turning around to see sana already staring right back at you as she handed off the drink to the one other customer.

"you didn't have to!" index finger pointing behind you toward the floor, "i was planning to clean it up right after i come back!"

she walks out from the counter again, heading towards your direction.

"it's okay! don't worry, it wasn't a big mess, anyway!" she dabs her hands on her apron before slipping them in the front pockets.

your hand comes up to comb through your tangled hair, feeling bad.

"please—you've been up and running around because of me! i caused you so much trouble, even having to borrow your clothes...and wait—i haven't even paid for my drink!" your hands hastily dig into your semi-dried work bag, fumbling around for your wallet somewhere at the bottom.

"hm, drink's on the house!" sana looks at you with the same soft expression, calm and patient, "and for the other stuff...why don't you let me join you for the time being?"

her chin gestures toward the empty seat across from you, "i'll call it even!"

"a-are you sure? that's like nothing compared to—" but she's already making herself comfortable in the seat, arms crossing on the table as she looks up at you, long lashes fluttering, making you want to count every strand. and wow, she's so pretty.

"try the drink before it gets cold."

giving up, you sat down, letting out a huff as you brought the cup up to your lips.

it's...really damn good. it has the perfect amount of marshmallow, melted enough to balance the chocolate-y taste, along with the cinnamon sprinkled on top, which definitely brought the drink together.

you remember her note, saying how her drink reminds her of...you? is it because you look like the marshmallow, all messy and sticky?

"so...how is it?" she eyes you expectantly, eyebrows raising, waiting for your answer.

"it's really good! i think one of the best hot chocolates I've ever had!"

sana looks pleased with herself—like she was waiting for that exact reaction—a teasing smirk gracing its way on her lips.

"well? is that all...?"

you raise an eyebrow, slightly confused by the sudden follow-up.

"it's...also creamy and light..." you slowly say.

"okay, and...?" she inches closer, expecting you to say the words that she already formed in her head.

"and... it's aesthetically pretty to look at, and...sweet."

"exactly!" she nods along, her eyes now flitting down to her note before coming back to yours.

oh?

oh!

realization hits you, feeling the heat creeping up your neck, all the way to your face, spreading to your ears.

the beautiful barista is flirting with you, right now! quick, say something!

but before you could, your phone rings, causing both of you to jolt form the sudden sound.

you were so immersed in the cozy place, the stunning worker and her equally stunning smile, and the drink that you forgot you had your own work to worry about!

you answer the call, a hand cupping the speaker as you whisper to sana,

"sorry i have to take this really quick!" she nods, mouthing a 'go ahead' before averting her attention to the rain outside.

"hey...tzuyu!—yes, i know, i'm sorry! it's been a crazy morning, and i was going to call in saying how i'll be late because i can't physically get to work as of now, and it completely slipped my mind..." your fingers come up to your lips instinctively, rubbing at them, a bad habit you always fall into whenever you feel guilty or overwhelmed.

"yes, yes...i'll keep you updated. i'll be there whenever the rain subsides!" letting out a small 'thanks' before you end the call, exhaling as you lower the phone.

"everything okay?"

"oh, yeah! just work stuff...!" you rub the back of your neck with your hand, suddenly aware of how close you both are.

"i noticed your scrubs earlier. are you some type of medical professional?" she rests her chin in her palm, her name brooch swaying as she moves.

you smile, momentarily thrown off by how easily she notices things.

"yeah somewhat. i'm a vet! i work at an animal clinic."

her expression brightens instantly.

"really?" she repeats, interest showing on her face.

"yup! mostly dogs and cats, or exotic ones here and there. pretty crazy sometimes. like that one time i had an owner coming in asking why his animal wasn't moving anymore...only to find out that said animal was a fish, that happened to jump out of its tank..."

sana bursts out a laugh, shoulders shaking as she covers her mouth with one hand.

"why would—how did it even—how did he not know?"

"i still don't know," you admit, joining in with her laughter, "we were all genuinely confused."

she leans back in her seat, wiping away the tears that somehow formed from laughing so hard. you brought the cup of chocolate-y goodness up to take another swig, nodding approvingly before setting it back down.

after some quiet, thoughtful moment, sana breaks the silence,

"i think the job suits you."

you feel yourself smiling, happy that someone was able to see your passion.

"thank you, that means a lot."

your eyes make their way back down to the note as you take another sip, feeling the blush coming back.

sana notices, because of course she does.

"i meant what i said earlier. about the drink and you."

you turn your head to the side, feeling shy from her confession.

"i'm sure you do it to all your c-customers...!" you say, trying to laugh it off, rubbing your hands together under the table, the sleeves bunching up at the ends.

"oh, darling," your breath catches at the nickname she uses, "that was my first time doing it to a customer..."

"oh..." you shift around nervously, speechless.

sana quickly senses your hesitation, widening her eyes as her posture straightens, like she's recalibrating mid-conversation.

"i mean—if you're not interested, that's okay...! i just decided to shoot my shot because you're really pretty and so my type—"

"no! i am—" your sudden answer made her flinch a bit, "sorry—i didn't mean to scare you!" the words tumble out of you, scrambling to fix the moment before it slips away, "uhm—i mean, i am interested! it's just...it's just, i thought you were beautiful, as well—gorgeous even..."

you press your lips together, eyes choosing to stare at the way the marshmallow melts into your drink, the cinnamon dissolving into swirls.

sana's voice afterwards was gentle, a slight rasp as it got deeper,

"i'm glad...i want to get to know you, if that's okay." she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, the rings she wears reflecting.

you nod your head repeatedly, choosing to agree with your actions rather than with your words, because you can't seem to utter anything, knowing that your voice will crack if you do.

"well, how about we start it off easy! what's your name? you already know mine!" she points at her name badge with both hands, lips puckered in a cute pout as she looks down at it.

you tell her your name, adding in a "but maybe in the future you can call me yours?"

that got her blushing, choosing to hide behind her hair as she brought it to the front from both sides.

"i was really hoping i didn't embarrass myself at my own workplace..."

you snickered, because yes, she did, "you kind of did..."

she scrunches her nose in retort, letting out a little whine, before she grins slyly, flipping her hair back over her shoulders.

oh, no, you kind of walked yourself into this one...

"i don't know...you were kind of all over the place ever since you got here, sweet girl. do you want me to list all the embarrassing things that happened in the span of," she glances at her wristwatch, "forty-five minutes?"

you grumble loudly, stomping your feet as it was your turn to hide your red face behind your hands.

hearing her giggle, you peek through your fingers, seeing her so giddy and free, like a breath of fresh air.

she's definitely the rainbow after the storm.

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im getting cavities

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Ur writing is peak queen ur so underrated <3

hiii sweet angel jihyomo!! thank you so much!!! <333 :333

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professor jihyo x reader smut plzzz

"dirty little trysts"

park jihyo x fem reader

content: smut.. uhh,, strap-on.. dacryphilia.. sexual overstimulation... degradation kink...

professor! jihyo x student! reader

synopsis: a secret acquaintance with the most hatred professor in your campus whom you always love pushing her buttons.

wordcount: 2.3k

author's note: hiii anon!! thank you for requesting~ sorry for the wait! : ( i hope you like this,, ok.....

that one professor in your class made everyone's lives a living hell.

her peculiar redolent fragrance that dominates the air. the scent that you can smell even miles away, it's that type of ‘indicator’ that makes everyone scrabble back in their seats and prepare for the worse.

everyday is a guessing game as her mood is absolutely unpredictable.

she would walk along with her fellow colleagues with a bright smile on her face, and it'll quickly drop into a frown once she walks into the class.

her presence roared demand and shouts authoritative.

by the moment she steps in; she already had expected someone would lead the prayer before the class would start.

even a prayer couldn't handle a miracle for someone who's ‘devious’ as her.

her eyes would peruse across the room before landing it on someone else—scanning edge to edge, actively trying to find a piece of trash or grime on the floor so she'd have another reason to scold each one of you.

park jihyo is the epitome of a perfectionist and a pain in the ass at the same time.

the time seemed to run painfully slow when it comes to her.

the clock ticks every now and then; what felt like an eternity was only 20 minutes.

her slow steps make everyone's heart beat faster, hands that are drenching in sweat, and mentally preparing for her unpremeditated oral recitation.

and you wouldn't want to be that someone to get picked by her

she had expected everyone to know the lectures like it's just a ‘common’ knowledge.

park jihyo would barely even make an effort to discuss the topic—she'd just pull out her gray laptop and send all the materials or present a YouTube video through the projector.

make sure you came prepared, because every after the end of the discussion; she'll call someone like it's a russian roulette.

the silent prayers underneath each one's breath; hoping not to get chosen. or hitting the posture of pretending to think, to somehow lower the chances of getting chosen.

do everything at your best, just do not make an eye contact with hers.

because once you do, she'll ask you questions that are beyond the scope of her current topic and has no shame of embarrassing you in front of everyone.

of course, her and the surprise quizzes, might as well top it off with the piles of activities.

she was definitely not making things easier. throughout her class, it felt like you're constantly walking on eggshells.

you watched them struggle in her subject and austere personality.

murmurs about her being ‘insufferable’ were almost in every corner of the room.

complaints that spread like a virus, gossips that are shared with one another, and backbiting about her appearance.

you used to be one of them, too.

scared and paranoid, like a sheep in the bare sight—just waiting to be lunged on.

and jihyo loves picking easy girls like you.

she would call out your name, the first thing that rolled on top of her tongue in the morning.

questions that are complicated to answer—just to intimidate you, like a sole reminder who she is in this room.

eyes that lingered longer than usual, they've always found their way to you.

even after all of this, you managed to pull through.

you did have to burn the midnight oil to study all the materials that she had sent.

notebook full of your handwritten notes, piles of printed paper, your colored highlighters sprawled on the desk, and especially a cup of coffee with the material flashed on the screen of your laptop—all of these filled your study table; every single night.

all of these just to impress her, and it's all worth it.

—

jihyo walked in with barely anything in her hand, the room dropped into a stillness of muteness. a distinct sound of heavy breathing can be heard as the ceiling fan whirred to fill in the silence.

the usual routine goes on; someone would lead the prayer, her eyes scrutinizing each tile—searching for a light reason to get insanely infuriated again, like she'd volunteer to get her day ruined just for something not even a big deal.

she walks over to the chalkboard, the chalk in between her fingers glides across the dark-colored surface. the powdery scraping noise filled the air as she continued writing.

everyone in the room felt unaccustomed to this new teaching style of hers. no laptop, no materials flashing through the projector, no everything—just her and a chalk in her hand. she must've heard all the complaints that roamed around the campus.

a tugging smirk is visible on the corner of your lips. you folded your arms while having your legs over and across each other. by the moment she was done writing, she began to lecture on the topic. her eyes roamed everywhere, and by the moment it landed on yours—you were actively flirting with your seatmate rather than listening to the discussion.

she gritted her teeth, cleared her throat to get your attention.

“y/n, if you're not interested in my class; then the door is wide open for you to leave.”

she said sternly, her voice echoed through the room—causing everyone's attention to shift on you. the worried look on their eyes was evident, they couldn't handle another crazy professor ruining their day again.

you rolled your eyes and leaned back on your seat. you stopped for a brief moment and actually listened, although over time; it was getting tedious.

her discussions were repetitive, and somehow it felt forced. even your other classmates were yawning because of how boring this is. their eyes landed on each other, silently noting that it'd be better if jihyo just went back to her old ways.

the way jihyo would instruct seemed like she had a script in the back of her mind, or maybe practiced her lines multiple times before strutting inside the class. it was so obvious that she couldn't do her job any better.

you sighed exasperatedly. the thought of making her embarrassed like she'd always do with her students makes you want to rile her up even more. you glanced at the clock and it's only ten minutes left before the class break—those ten minutes that she'd always leave for the quizzes or random humiliation.

jihyo didn't bother to erase the chalkboard as she went straight to call your name, like she was exactly waiting for this moment.

she walks over to your desk, her hand on the surface of your table to lever herself out.

“it's kinda disappointing to know that a student of mine would rather flirt with her seatmate rather than listen to me, isn't it?”

she glanced over at the group of people, especially at your seatmate; as a confirmation of her statement—they're bobbing their heads up and down mindlessly, clearly not wanting to get involved in the situation.

a hint of jealousy is visible in her eyes, that familiar gaze that you always search for.

“miss park jihyo,” you addressed her name that no one has ever dared to, but you did—fearlessly.

“why don't we just go back to our old ways? like presenting a youtube video and such. you're trying so hard to fit something, don't ‘ya think?”

a faux concern is apparent on your eyes while cocking your head—your voice is filled with pure brashness that makes her just want to slap the shit out of you.

you watched her clenching her jaw as her hand balled up into a fist. gasps and inaudible whispers tarried the atmosphere as the tension between you and jihyo tightened. you could tell in her eyes that she's using everything in her might to hold back—words that always twist the knife seemed to be at loss.

on the other hand, you were grinning—a victorious smile that was enough to push her buttons even more. it's always been such a sight for you to rile her up, knowing that she couldn't do anything whom she had trysts with.

she knows how a brat like you would act. one minor mistake, small slip of words, or a cue that'll unveil the secret—and both of you will be dead.

she can't handle the thought of ruining her moral and reputation—the public quality and esteem of herself.

jihyo kept her composure, although she was fuming with lividity deep inside.

you knew that she's trying to protect that precious ‘picture-perfect’ image of hers. it's the tension and adrenaline that always draws both of you in—a kind of guilty pleasure.

everyone else watched the scene unfold, the uneasiness bubbled up within them.

the bell rang at the exact and perfect moment.

“y/n, in my office, now.” she mustered.

your eyes glint happily like a child, a complete contrary of what's literally coming ahead of you.

you didn't need to be told twice as you immediately paved your way through her office.

you barged inside her office, a place you're oddly way too familiar with. you sat directly on top of her varnished walnut table, these papers of hers that are sprawled over were none of your business anyway.

her office is the definition of an organized chaos—papers here and there, but not an unnecessary clutter on sight. you can tell that she doesn't like those decorative items other than having a plant in the corner of her room.

jihyo followed shortly after, a distinct “click” can be heard as she locked the door behind her.

the tension continued after what was being left behind in the classroom earlier.

your heart thumped loudly it felt like the heart's contraction reached your trachea—causing your throat to lump and couldn't even construct some few words for a brief moment.

jihyo walks over to you—her figure impending over you as her hand cups both of your cheeks harshly.

“you bitch..” she leaned closer to your face—the close proximity caused the tip of your noses to graze each other while her touch slowly became more aggressive.

“aww, what? shattered your ego in front of the class?” you bite back, she gritted her teeth while her grasp tightens—causing you to whimper slightly.

she leaned in and devoured your lips whole—silencing you before you could even say another word.

her tongue fought for dominance, and you complied submissively.

jihyo immediately stripped off all of your clothes and tossed them somewhere.

“that mouth of yours could've done any better than spitting out senseless words..” she slipped two of her fingers in your mouth and pressed them down on your tongue.

you looked up at her with pleading eyes like a whore, she pushed her fingers further that made you gag before pulling it away.

her hand snakes its way down to your damp panties—tugging it aside and inserting the same fingers that were just on top of your tongue a short while ago.

your slick cunt made her business way easier than expected. she kept pumping rigorously, fingers curling on your soft walls.

you tossed your head back while being such a moaning mess, both of your hands clawed over her wood desk.

her fingers were now in a blurry motion—it kept hitting the same spot that made your thighs clench together as you reached your climax.

“fuck.. hnnh.. im gonna—”

jihyo deliberately pulled away, leaving you dissatisfied and hung up.

your pussy was throbbing, your walls kept clenching around nothing.

“not right now.. there's more ahead of you, princess.”

she scrambled over to her cabinet and pulled out a strap, she then quickly attached the harness to her waist. you gulped at the phallic-shaped rubber as the desire washed over you. her eyes locked onto yours, establishing dominance over you.

jihyo settled herself in between your legs, her hands molded perfectly on your hips. you wrapped your legs around her waist as you intertwined your arms around her neck. her hand peeled off your undergarment swiftly, revealing your dripping cunt. the tip of the rubber material immediately brushed against your folds, making your breath hitched.

you watched her cock slowly disappear as it made its way inside you—the girthy feeling made your mouth fell agape and moan loudly. she abruptly rutted her hips in a violent motion, her cock hitting side to side; wall to wall. the squelching and erotic sounds filled the room.

the emptiness that was left earlier was quickly filled with a burning sensation.

your back arched like a cat as she kept on going, your eyes went to the back of your skull. her cock reached ways that made you meet your climax early.

your hips jolted violently—your juices squirting everywhere, jihyo kept pounding on you like a crazy dog; your cunt felt like it's splitting wide open. your vision turned hazy as tears started to form in your eyes. your moans turned into screams that vibrated inside her office.

“fuck.. always so tight for me..”

your pussy now felt extra sensitive after having your first orgasm. her cock kept pushing through your cervix. your thighs glistened with all of the nectars—acting it as a lubricant.

your throat began to hoarse from all of the screams and moans that you made. tears streamed down from your cheeks because of the extreme pleasure as your body is slowly losing strength.

and from the one last thrust that jihyo made—your body had completely given up on you. your body seized on top of her table, your pussy made a complete mess everywhere, and your mind was fogged up as it couldn't coherently process some thoughts anymore.

your chest was rising and falling, heaving and panting. the shared jagged breaths filled the atmosphere for a brief moment before jihyo pulled out the strap. her cock was coated with all of your nectars.

[vdiiee]

Hey there! Did you rest?

hii, queen!! yes I did 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ thank you for asking !! :]

[vdiiee]

im writing slower than usual, and then i keep falling asleep. help me what's happening

[vdiiee]

YAYYYY IVE FOUND MY PEOPLE

HEHE sprinkling them on bread is so hehehehe (im gonna try it one day noww)

YAAA let's go on a raisin tasting dating okok?

(my friends once made fun of me for eating oatmeal raisin cookies over choco chip :c)

YAYAYAYAA

YESS BABYYY, YOU SHOULD TRYY ITTTT

yes yesy yes omg, let's go on a date soon 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

WHAAT OMG, they just don't know the hype... but hey, those sounds good omg

[minarisbaby]

a/n: this is for all my nayeon unnie kink truthers. not sure if i will do a part 2 yet but i may do or if anyone wants a part 2 just lmk <3

i also wanted to make this longer since it’s been a while since i’ve posted much so i hope you all enjoy :)

nayeon thinks it’s manageable at first. a little pathetic, yes. but manageable.

she doesn’t know when it stopped being manageable and started becoming something else, something heavier.

something that sits low in her stomach every time mina looks at her too long.

because now it’s not just the word, it’s also the way mina says it. soft and slow, like she’s savoring it.

“unnie.”

and nayeon feels it everywhere, like a warm pulse under her skin and a tight feeling in her chest.

something embarrassingly close to want curling inside her stomach.

because surely mina saying unnie a few times shouldn’t affect her this much.

except mina starts noticing.

like how nayeon immediately looks at her every single time, and how her voice changes.

mina notices how nayeon suddenly gets softer and quieter. and mina is observant by nature, so of course she figures it out.

it makes nayeon feel weak, and maybe that’s the embarrassing part. because she’s always been loud and confident, hard to crack.

but mina says one word in that quiet voice and suddenly nayeon can’t think straight.

the first time nayeon realizes mina knows is during practice, when she was complaining about something half whining to get attention.

and mina looks at her, ever so calmly and says it.

“unnie, you’re being cute again.”

and nayeon stops mid sentence. everyone else keeps talking and moving.

but nayeon only hears it. unnie.

it’s cute, from mina.

and the part that makes nayeon melt? the look on mina’s face after.

her small smile, barely there but knowing, so knowing.

and it’s hard for nayeon to keep her composure, especially when mina gets close.

because mina has started doing that a lot lately, nayeon thinks it’s on purpose too.

when mina leans in beside her when she talks, letting her hand rest briefly on nayeon’s waist and brushing their knees together.

she thinks mina starts using it intentionally.

never too much and never enough for anyone else to notice. but just enough to affect nayeon every single time.

“good job, unnie.”

“come sit with me, unnie.”

“you listened so well, unnie.”

mina seems always in control, always calm.

but nayeon feels like she’s slowly losing her mind, because it’s soft praise wrapped around that one word.

and nayeon starts feeling trained by it. which is insane.

actually insane.

but she can’t help it because mina says unnie and suddenly nayeon wants to do whatever she asks.

she wants mina’s attention again, wants that soft look again.

she wants to hear it one more time, so she savors it over and over.

mina definitely notices that too, because she starts leaning closer when she says it and her voice drops. quieter than usual, like it’s something private between the both of them.

when she says it right beside nayeon’s ear, gentle and warm. nayeon feels her entire body freeze.

there’s one moment after practice when it really hits her, when they’re alone in the dressing room.

it’s so quiet except the sound of nayeon fixing her bag, nervously.

mina is watching her again with that steady unreadable gaze, “you’re fidgety today, unnie.”

it’s low and gentle and nayeon almost drops the bag.

because god, that tone. the way she says it like it means something intimate now.

like she’s touching nayeon with it, and nayeon can physically feel the heat rush through her body every single time.

nayeon hums in response as mina smirks and walks out the dressing room like she didn’t just make nayeon melt.

nayeon has to take a moment to compose herself before following mina out to the car.

they get back to their apartment and agree to watch a movie together.

but nayeon is finding it extremely hard to focus, because she is too aware of mina sitting extremely close to her on the couch.

their knees are touching lightly and mina is scrolling through her phone like nothing’s wrong.

like she isn’t destroying nayeon accidentally, or maybe not accidentally.

because nayeon says something whiny about her not paying attention to the movie and mina just hums softly.

she puts her phone down, then looks at her. directly.

“you really like when i call you unnie, huh?”

nayeon’s entire face burns instantly, “what are you talking about?”

she doesn’t mean to stutter, and she knows it’s unconvincing.

mina only smiles, “your reactions are cute.”

nayeon feels her heartbeat go uneven and her thoughts blur embarrassingly fast.

all from mina’s voice.

it’s humiliating, especially because mina knows now.

has probably known since this all started.

and nayeon can tell she knows.

because the way her eyes linger after she says it and the tiny smile she tries to hide? she likes seeing what it does to nayeon, and that realization only makes it worse.

because nayeon craves it.

she wants mina to corner her with that soft voice and that stupid pretty smile and say it again.

and nayeon thinks she could actually die right there, because mina always says it so casually.

then mina tilts her head slightly, still watching her carefully, “should i stop, unnie?”

nayeon hates how immediate her answer is, “no.”

mina leans in, close enough for nayeon to feel her breath.

nayeon feels this sharp dizzy rush straight through her body, because all she can focus on is mina.

mina looking at her, knowing exactly how affected she is.

there’s a dangerous thrill in it, being seen that clearly and being unraveled so easily by someone so quiet.

mina never pushes too hard and maybe that’s what really destroys nayeon.

she’s patient and gentle about it.

she lets nayeon sit there flushed and breathless while pretending she’s unaffected.

then softly says, “you’re reacting again, unnie.”

and nayeon swears her entire body is on fire.

because the way mina says it so sweetly, like she’s enjoying watching nayeon fall apart pieces by piece.

and the absolute worst part is how badly nayeon wants her to keep going.

nayeon turns to her, desperate look in her eyes.

she can’t help the way her eyes drop to mina’s lips.

mina smiles that signature soft smile, and nayeon can’t help the little noise at the back of her throat.

“you know what i think?” mina asks, her voice low.

nayeon looks back up at her and shakes her head.

“i think, you like being unraveled like this. don’t you, unnie?” all nayeon can do is nod.

“and you want me to kiss you.”

nayeon’s mouth opens slightly, she wants to say something but words fail her.

mina giggles. nayeon thinks she’s smug, but god she can’t deny mina is so right.

“do you want me to kiss you, nayeon unnie?”

nayeon whimpers as she nods, feeling weak but wanting nothing more than to be weak for mina.

mina grabs her by the side of her neck and pulls her in.

nayeon is immediately melting into mina, letting the younger take the lead.

mina brings her hands down to nayeon’s hips and grabs at her to pull her onto her lap.

nayeon lets out a gasp once she settles into her lap.

mina takes that as a chance to deepen the kiss, and if she wasn’t already turned on enough, nayeon makes it worse by how compliant she is.

mina revels in it.

she pulls away and kisses down nayeon’s neck, “how are you feeling, unnie?”

nayeon’s response is immediate, “like i want you.”

mina smiles against her neck and leans back, grabbing nayeon’s chin to make her look into her eyes.

“and how are you feeling in your body?” she moves her hand to her hip, rubbing circles.

nayeon’s cheeks are bright red.

and she knows mina is being patient, waiting for an answer, which somehow turns her on more.

“i’m,” she pauses, trying to catch her breathe. the way mina is looking at her definitely isn’t helping.

“are you nervous?” mina asks, her voice low with a tone that tells nayeon she knows she’s nervous.

but nayeon wants to come undone for her, so she nods, “yes.”

“i know but you’re doing so good, unnie.”

nayeon can’t help the moan that leaves her mouth.

mina’s grip on her hip tightens a little as a reaction.

she composes herself within seconds, because right now is about her unnie.

“i think i have a fairly good idea of how your body is feeling right now,” she leans into nayeon’s ear.

“you’re wet for me, aren’t you unnie?”

nayeon grinds down at that, “yes.”

mina hums, satisfied with her answer. but she pushes a little.

“and why is that?”

nayeon groans a little, feeling embarrassed and mina immediately picks it up in her body language.

“you don’t need to be embarrassed, nayeon.”

nayeon nods, “i know.”

“take your time.”

so nayeon takes her time, while mina is making matters worse by moving her hands all over her body.

it’s when mina’s hands stop at her ass that she falls apart.

“because you keep calling me unnie.”

“and that makes you wet?”

nayeon gasps a little, the embarrassment creeping in again. she nods.

“i know,” mina smirks, “and i love the affect i have had on you these past few weeks.”

nayeon shoves her shoulder a little and mina giggles.

“you’re telling me you don’t?” mina asks as she moves her hand to right above the waist of nayeon’s shorts.

nayeon shakes her head, “not at all, i love it so much.”

mina’s eyes sparkle and nayeon can tell an idea just came into her head.

“do you want to move this to my room, unnie?”

and all nayeon can do is nod as mina picks her up and carries her into her room.

[wkwksoulgi]

hi,, could i please order the no. 1 on the menu of nayeon w an unnie kink and a side of pt 2 please?

[vdiiee]

this is such a sensitive topic for me

[vdiiee]

"revenge or indulgence?"

park jihyo x fem reader

content: vampire!jihyo x human!reader.. mentions of blood... self indulgence... light angst.. light smut... uhh whatelse...

synopsis: jihyo knew all along that you're a human. she decided to play your little games to see how long you'd conceal your real figure.

wordcount: 1.3k

author's note: she's NOT denying the vampire allegations bye

not proofread ha hah hahaha haha ha ha

i fell asleep while writing this, then i missed the package that i was anticipating for.. sobs

the world was divided into two; vampires and humans.

vampires that are lurking deep in the middle of the woods, while the stillness of twilight breathes among them.

trees that seemed to hug the sky—dancing on the slight blow of the wind, muttering whispers as the leaves rustled.

the crescent moon that slowly hides beneath the cloud, as if walking away from the bare sight. stars that are being tiny dots in the vastness of the night sky—winking down at the ground.

animals that are roaming and hunting, each step that crushes the leaves or sticks on the soil.

vampires that are being nocturnal and always lurking.

on the other side, there are humans that are cozied up in their tiny little home.

houses that are aligned with each other as it expands on the greenery landscapes.

the luminous street light that flickers in a certain beat on the gray graphite stretched on the road.

crickets that are chirping—filling in the silence of the night.

a small community known for their hospitality amongst each individual.

but hospitality comes with cautions.

not all individuals you see around the neighborhood are humans.

there are rumors that have lingered on for years, maybe even decades.

superstitions that stayed in each household: garlic often hung on doors, and rosaries in every corner of the house to repel them.

things that resemble as their ‘shield’, when in actuality; it's just to mask the fear hidden deep in their heart.

”you cannot let fear take over you” they said.

but you watched them getting paranoid—news that seemed unreal. gossips that didn't make things at ease, but only caused anxiety to them.

parents that are becoming too ‘overprotective’ restricting their children from going outside and play with their friends.

everything feels too abstruse to you, it feels like you're living in a fever dream.

these shared gossips that act like a hoax. a hoax that spreads like a wildfire—unplanned, uncontrolled, and rapidly spreading.

“calm down.. it's probably just one of those groups who play pranks or something…”

you said to one of your fellow residents, and they looked at you—straight in the eyes, like you made a grave mistake for saying that.

you used to not believe them.

you don't want to.

you don't want something to be constantly bugging in your mind, wherein you couldn't focus on your work.

or the anxiety that slowly eats you whole.

or even not being able to sleep peacefully at night because you're constantly in ‘fight or flight’ mode.

maybe that explains why you're still here—alive, living with a vampire.

the universe flipped a table—your whole belief, and makes you realize that everything you’ve tried denying before is true.

the constant feeling of living on the edge, on the thread. your mind has been restless.

you watched your families—the whole community; getting feasted on.

vampires conquered your place, everywhere.

a community known for hospitality is now something completely the opposite.

bodies that are laying dead on the floor.

bloods that are splattered everywhere.

the open wounds that makes your stomach drop and soften every joint of your body.

you didn't even remember how you managed to survive—you'd rather not to.

you've sworn to yourself that you'll get revenge, but you find yourself constantly living in a loop.

“y/n! come here quickly, please.”

shouted the woman from across the room, jihyo.

the same woman who feasted on your family in front of you.

you snapped out of your daze and paved your way through the hallway.

corinthian pillars that stood tall, vermillion carpet that extends on the black polished ceramic tile.

walls that seemed to watch your every move. candles as brass chandeliers, releasing an earthy and warm smell.

you arrived in her room, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

she sat on the edge of her satin silksheet bed. her bloodshot eyes pierced through you, her leg over the other.

she patted the spot next to her, motioning you to occupy it as she waits.

you did as she told you, sheepishly sitting down right next to her where her foot immediately snakes its own way to your calf.

“you might be wondering why i called you here, sweetheart..”

her voice laced with lust. your radar is telling you that this might be the end.

you didn't want to maintain eye contact with her crimson eyes—eyes that's for solely hypnotizing and deceiving humans like you.

your eyes were looking everywhere but hers.

suddenly, each strokes of the painting in her room is more interesting than what was actually in front of you.

she offered you a glass of blood, the cherry-red color looking a bit too ‘fresh’.

you already knew where it came from. it makes you wanna gag by the thought of her just.. killing someone for this.

“im here to offer you this, since you've been such a good vampire to me.”

she looks at you, wearing an expectant look that you'll take it.

you gulped, not knowing what to do. this is something unacceptable. the mere thought of drinking your fellow human’s blood is purely disgusting.

jihyo immediately noticed your reluctant behavior.

the way you swallowed your saliva as your throat moved, your fingers continuously fiddling with the hem of your shirt, and your eyes avoiding her gaze.

she knew it all along.

“what's wrong, sweetheart? you seemed so.. disgusted by this for a vampire like you..”

she kept emphasizing the word ‘vampire’.

a sly smile is visible on her lips as her fangs glistened under the light.

you immediately caught a drip of blood on the corner of her mouth, like she knew it was there and didn't bother to wipe it right away.

she gently raises your chin with her forefinger to have your eyes meet hers.

“look at me when im talking to you, sweetheart..”

your gaze finally meets hers, eyes that could draw in anyone else.

the longer you look at her, the more your feelings are slowly getting capitulated.

she licked the blood on the corner of her lips, purposefully. her velvety tongue gliding across it.

you were now at utter loss of words, she knew she got you under her touch—under her control.

without any warning, she leaned in; kissing you in the most passionate way. the divine wine color of her lipstick smudging messily against yours.

her lips tasted like you're sucking a penny, the metallic flavor that you're slowly getting used to.

her hands clawed the fabric on your hips. the crimson color of her glossy nails that pierced through your skin.

you winced and whimpered at the pain, her nails felt like a sharp knife gradually slicing you whole.

she smirked against your lips, pushing you against the bed and slowly getting on top of you.

her weight is pinning you down while you're completely at her mercy.

you subconsciously wrapped your arms around her neck while her touch leisurely enveloped you.

her skin being frigid, her touch that felt like she's lifeless—but those still brought heat in you. it brought you sparks to someone you least expected.

the conscience deep in your heart still stirred in you, you knew this is wrong—you've always wanted to aim for revenge, justice for your family.

but the feeling is undeniable, and even to think coherently is slipping away.

you just wanted her to consume you, completely.

she began to nip the skin of your neck. her fangs grazing against you, enough to tickle and rile you up.

and for a brief moment; you felt a quick, sharp-pinch. a stinging sensation that's hard to just brush it off.

that's when you realized that jihyo is making a feed on you. her prominent fangs that sunk ever so gently on your skin.

she was so lost in the moment; intoxicated by your blood, that she hasn't realize you're slowly passing out.

your body faltered. your grip on the nape of her neck slowly loosens. your vision starts to turn blurry as your head feels light like a feather.

you huffed, your fingers ran gently through her hair—barely even holding yourself together.

you closed your eyes shut for the last time before losing consciousness.

[sour4cherries]

jihyo.... just come kiss me and bite me...,,.,,.

[vdiiee]

geneuejenly..... same... 😔

omg enhypen

[vdiiee]

HIIII (say something heheh twice reference)

DO YOU ACTUALLY LIKE RAISINSSS ?!?!??!

IVE NEVER MET ANYONE WHO ACTUALLY LIKES THEM I SWEAR THEY'RE SOOOOO GOOOOOD

say something ~

YES BABYYYYYY, I LOVE EM SO MUCHHHH LIKE MMMMMMMMMMMM SLURRRPRP

i like eating em like a bag of chips, or sometimes sprinkle them on my slice of bread JAKAKJAJSJAJAHHAHA

IM GLADDDD WE THE SAME BABYYY, we could binge eat them tgt someday,,🙂‍↕️

[vdiiee]

"everybody wants you; you can have them all, but i got what you need."

park jihyo x f! reader

content: smut.. semi-public sex..

synopsis: you met a metier woman in billiards who seemed infuriatingly 'performative' to you. not only her aims are precisely good, but she also decided to shoot her shot and got you exactly wrapped around her fingers.

wordcount: 5.5k

author's note: my brain is totally, genuinely, absolutely, lowkirkenuinely fried

not proofread btw

the aroma of whiskey and gin hits you whole after you walk inside the bar.

the sound of balls clashing together with the tip of the cue greets your ears almost immediately.

you sure felt that everyone's eyes were on you when the doors opened.

stealing glances, shared whispers and mutters—an intimidated look wears on others.

but that didn't bother you at all.

you stride inside with sheer confidence.

like the passage is your stage and everyone else's is your audience.

your heels clicked on the tile floor with every step you take.

your sweet and rosy fragrance battles against the scent of sharp and boozy mixed-flavors of liquors.

your white pleated skirt that ends at mid-thigh flowed easily along with the swing of your hips and legs.

paired with a baby-blue cinched button up blouse, enough to accentuate every curves in your body.

you've only come here once in a while; not to impress anyone, but to unwind your mind.

but hell, you've already caught everyone's attention every single time.

you've made your way near the cocktail lounge where you could see the view of few people playing pool together.

you sat down, facing a various choices of liquors; from wine to gin, and rum.

bottles that are labeled with different brands, something that you're far not too familiar with.

you're willing to try out new drinks, that's for sure. but you're definitely not a connoisseur.

the marble veined the surface of the countertop,

arrangement of streaks coming across it.

you could see a diffused reflection of yourself, an image of haze-blurred contour of you on the counter.

the bartender handed you a menu—standing aside and waiting for you to decide.

your eyes skimmed across the choices of drinks—

some that you've already tried before.

your fingers flipped through pages

your eyes scrutinized every name, ingredients, and even how they looked.

you're not looking for something too strong.

just something to accompany your taste buds for the night without getting drunk is enough.

your eyes then locked onto a specific drink—provoking your interest.

a drink that's served with raspberry flavored vodka?

hmm, not bad.

"one valentini cocktail, please."

you gave a soft smile to the bartender as he nodded.

you watched him prepare your drink for you.

his hands rushed to the chiller to grab a pre-chilled coupe glass—settling it atop of the counter.

he then began to gather all the ingredients and tools he needed.

he started with slicing a lemon, moistening the rim of the glass before dipping and coating the rim with sugar.

he grabbed a few strawberries, cutting around the green stem in a conical shape—removing the leafy top and white core of it.

your eyes were locked onto his hands—how they're making your order with excellence and ease.

the quick and sharp movements always fascinates you.

he then threw all the hulled strawberries in the base of the shaker and began pummeling the fruits with a wooden pestle. he crushed the strawberries in a twisting motion—releasing all their flavors before adding other ingredients.

the bartender added some ice in the cocktail shaker before shaking briskly. his hands wrapped around the cold steel of the shaker; doing it in a short and vigorous motion.

he grabbed some sort of strainer and fine-strained your drink unto the chilled coupe glass—removing fine flecks of ice and small fragrant of strawberries.

before he served the drink to you; he carved a strawberry into a cute little heart shape and garnished the strawberry slice on the rim.

the bartender finally finished preparing your drink—serving it to you.

"enjoy your drink, miss." a grin wears on his face

your eyes sparkled upon seeing the drink. a vibrant maroon tint glistened, and the sugar-coated rim sparkled under the pendant light.

"thank you! just add it to my tab later, please."

you exclaimed; the bartender gave you an assuring nod.

you held by the stem of the glass—pinching it lightly yet firmly between your thumb, middle and forefinger.

you tippled the drink over to your mouth, tasting the sweetness of the sugar first before mixing it with its liquor.

you let the flavor swirl in your tongue.

your eyes saucered to the drink, being completely captivated of its spirit.

you let out a sharp, soft tongue-click against the roof of the mouth—savoring the raspberry-flavored vodka.

you take another sip of it, letting the solvent fully flood in your mouth.

it's definitely not too boozy, just somewhere in the middle.

it got that tang flavor that tingles into the back of your throat, but not too strong enough to dry your mouth.

a drink that's basically a mix of a hint of citrusy because of the lemon, and bitterness because of the vodka.

but it is leaning more on the sweet side, thanks to the sugar-coated rim and the rich flavor of strawberry and raspberry.

you let out a satisfied hum as you swiveled around your stool, facing forward of the view of people playing billiards.

you crossed your legs and leaned your back against the countertop as you propped an elbow against it.

a soft jazz plays on the speaker, setting the mood—fostering relaxation and calm atmosphere.

your eyes perused over the room while taking gradual sips of your liquor every time your tongue feels sere.

the sound of glasses clinked together—shared laughters echoes across the room.

the sound of balls making a soft thud sound after shooting into the pocket.

the tables are perfectly aligned with each other, creating a spacious aisle for the players to be able to play comfortably without hitting adjacent players.

a warm color of ivory cascades over the green wool of the table, creating a calm ambience to the place.

the way everyone almost has a slight difference but almost a similar stance.

it beguiles you how people are so definite playing on their shot, potting a ball successfully with precision.

how they wear a deadpanned expression on their face, or how their eyebrows are furrowed together whenever they think strategically.

you've always wanted to play billiards—you were dying to learn it.

but somehow, it seems like everyone here is born with great aim and impeccable pool skills.

you've spent quite a while observing people their ways on how to pot a ball, how to strike properly, and even how their fingers curled or their palm lay flat on the surface with a cue stick.

you've tried to play with a friend before, and it just ended up embarrassing yourself.

the way you kept missing to hit the cue ball, or how it would bounce over the other one because of too much force you're putting on striking.

it was a long time ago, but still—that moment haunts you always. it keeps flashing back on your mind in such a way where you don't need it the most.

you came here to unwind, but maybe the sole purpose is squinting your eyes on some random stranger's hands.

it was quite entertaining anyway.

you didn't realize that your eyes were basically locked onto someone else's hands until you heard a few people muttering whispers of each other about somewhat a bet..

you couldn't hear much, but that immediately piqued your interest.

a bet? how much is it? what are they gonna bet on?

that's definitely something unusual, or maybe new to you. you've never heard something like this before.

you noticed that almost everyone is focused on one specific area—the same person whose hands your eyes are fixed unto.

a woman, wearing a black jacket.

her hair flows down softly every time she lowers her body over the table. she keeps her chin low—aiming down the line of the cue.

her shots are always so precise—pocketing the ball she aims at every single time.

she would even do some trick shots that leaves everyone—even you, star-strucked.

the way she would walk around the table like she's calculating every possible moves she could do.

her hand grabbing the chalk to rub it against the tip of the cue.

her stance that's far too flawless, too composed. too.. much, in a good way.

it feels like she knows everything like the back of her hand.

she seems like she's one of those people who started their 'hobby' as a child—a prodigy.

you watch her oftentimes make a trickshot. her skills are way beyond, more than you or even everyone else could expect.

everything about her is perfect—it began to infuriate you.

at this point it felt like she's just being performative, just for the audience.

you haven't seen her before, even though you seldom visit this place.

but you swore to yourself that you know your way around here.

you could even still familiarize some of the same people here whose cheering around with their friends,

or remember the bartender's name who you rarely refer to.

who's exactly this woman?

this specific question lingered in your mind longer than it should be.

her face is definitely new.

it felt like she unlawfully entered your 'territory'

you weren't used to see someone steal your spotlight—but she did.

and you felt nothing more than just humiliated.

you shook your head off to brush your thoughts away before it becomes too overwhelming.

maybe it is too childish to feel pure hatred to someone whose probably literally more compleat than you.

you watched her finally potting the 8 ball; sinking it into one of its pockets, making her win against the opponent.

everyone was in awe and applauded, while you just rolled your eyes at her victory.

you took a last sip of your drink before finishing it off. you faced towards the countertop again to order another shot of the same drink.

your fingertips taps mindlessly in a certain rhythm against the cold surface of marble as you wait.

you're deep in your thoughts again—completely zoning out while the atmosphere surrounds you with a soft hum of people making conversations.

you were waiting for the bartender to make your order again while he's busy serving with other people.

the bartenders move fast, grabbing ingredients while servers weave through the crowd with trays held high.

the pressurized rush of a beer tap and bartenders calling out orders rings in your ears.

the night is still young, but you're already getting tedious.

just one last shot, then I'll go.

you mentally took note of yourself.

you noticed someone—through your peripheral vision, sat beside you a little bit too close.

you can sense their figure like they were trying to do something

"hey, what's a pretty girl like you doing alone here?"

you were quickly interrupted in your own little session by someone. you did not bother to look up anyways and quickly dismissed them.

"not interested, sorry."

"rough night, huh?"

they let out a soft murmur, like they were acknowledging your situation.

they stayed there for a while—their presence lingered beside you.

just there, not bothering you.

this made you curious.

usually people in the bar are persistent hitting up on someone.

but this is strange—they did not make you feel provoked at all.

like they know their own boundaries.

this itched you to glance up and take a look of whoever this stranger is.

eventually, curiosity killed the cat—it got the best of you.

your eyes slowly trailed up, and immediately recognized that black jacket.

your vision eventually reached on to her face—it's the same woman who made you feel infuriated for no reason at all.

you both locked eyes for a brief moment.

your gaze is filled with suspicions and inquisitiveness, while hers are filled with something soft.

her eyes are like explaining what are her intentions behind—pure, longingly, and lovingly.

and for a moment—you felt the hatred, or maybe enviousness deep in your heart melt away.

it was replaced with something you couldn't fathom.

you stared at her—giving that long, intense look while also taking in her features; glowing skin, soft arched nose.. everything about her is unreal.

she's too gorgeous, too ethereal.

okay, she looks like she's one of those people who break hearts for fun.

you quickly looked away, not wanting to leave a first impression that you're a creep.

you couldn't just let a stranger break down your walls that you've built alone. it's so altitudinous that no one ever seemed to be able to reach for it. not even you, yourself. you always believed that you can do everything in your own.

you hear her snicker underneath her breath

"don't act like you haven't been staring at me earlier for a quite a while"

her tone is filled with pride, a tugging smirk is visible on the corner of her lips.

"don't flatter yourself. i look at almost everyone else too."

you let out a loud scoff and rolled your eyes.

now you're annoyed at her again.

you remembered why you were exactly furious at her, and your assumption about her just proved you right.

"really? but it seems like you're deeply captivated to me.."

she winks at you and chuckles more—finding your attitude adorable.

you raised an eyebrow and feigned a gagging expression, even mocked a retching up sound to rile her up.

her eyes glared at you—she clearly did not like that.

you laughed—the satisfaction of seeing her reaction bursts within you.

this pushed you to tease her even more.

"someone clearly needs to lower their ego down..."

you muttered, but loud enough for her to hear.

maybe she is right—that you're already captivated. but of course, you wouldn't rather say that out loud.

you couldn't just let your guards down easily.

"it's called stating what's obvious, but okay.."

she keeps having that sly smile on her face.

you maintained keeping your guards high.

the short banter sparks between you, although there's a brief silence after. where you both could only hear the noises that wrapped around you.

the atmosphere is thick with tension, awkwardness, and a hint of something raw.

a bartender then finally approached the two of you, finally breaking the thick atmosphere. he waits for you to dictate your orders.

you were about to grab your card in your purse when she suddenly interrupted.

"enough with this and let me treat you for tonight. what's your order, pretty girl?"

she inserted while grabbing something in her pocket—pulling out her card.

it was so quick that it looks like she actually prepared for situations like this.

your eyes widened at her amenity

is she always willing to pay for someone? for someone who she barely even knows.

you decided to just let her, as if there's something more will about to happen.

"you're already doing a lot for someone you just met, huh?"

you asked in a teasing tone, zipping up close your purse as a curved smile dance on your lips.

"for someone whose beauty shines even across the room? of course."

she propped an elbow against the counter and rests her cheeks on her hand.

her eyes glints like she's not even hiding the fact that she's fully admiring you.

the bartender watched the scene unfold between you—he stood there and let out an awkward laugh.

you huffed, it's like seeing a puppy wearing their pleading eyes to you.

at the same time, it's quite amusing to see a woman shooting their shot.

a woman who's capable of making someone swoon over her. but instead, she flirts with you.

"just a refill for this drink, please,"

you handed the empty coupe glass to the bartender.

you noticed her leaning and whispering on the bartender's ears while giving her card.

the bartender looked stunned upon hearing whatever the woman is saying.

a quizzical expression was visible on the bartender's face while the woman kept nodding at him.

the bartender walked away with a card on his hand—swiping it on the card machine.

he walks back and gave the card back to the woman.

"please wait for your orders to be served…"

he said before walking off to gather all the ingredients needed.

"okay, what do you actually want?"

your skepticism grew.

the way she's been acting quite enamored makes you want to question her further.

"may i please invite you to play billiards with me?"

her voice soft—she has this look on her face like she's already expecting for your rejection.

the sight of her looks like a kid begging for her mom to buy what she wants, and you can't help but cackle.

she was dumbfounded at your sudden laugh.

"you might be asking the wrong person. i don't really know how to play that game."

she immediately sat upright as her eyes lit up upon hearing you say those words.

the dazzle in her espresso eyes shouts like a victory was just proclaimed.

there's a hint of inexplicable behind her eyes that pierced through you, and for a moment you actually wondered if you had said something wrong.

"follow me, pretty girl."

she levered herself out and paced her way towards the billiard table around the corner.

she did not even bother to look back as she expects you to scurry behind her.

you didn't even got the chance to ask her where and why—you just immediately followed her behind.

your feet got a mind on their own and decided to lead you there.

the top lift of your heels kissed the floor as you strut.

the sound of your heels clicking on the tiled floor echoes behind her.

she led you through to the farthest table in the room.

just near the corner where no one could possibly bother you both.

her hands reached for the rack as she began assembling the balls.

your hips rested against on the edge of the table as your hand braced the mahogany rail.

your eyes were observing the woman closely.

she aligned all the stripe and solid balls inside the rack, lastly putting the 8 ball in the middle.

she positioned the apex of the triangle directly over the foot spot.

her hand slowly lifted the rack—leaving a perfect triangle formation of the balls inside the foot string.

she took a few steps towards the cue stick wall holder and hang the rack off the hook.

she looks at you as her chin thrusts forward towards the pile of cue sticks hanging off the wall—motioning you to also get one.

you did as she told you to. you grab one of the cue sticks, the maple finish of wood grazes against your skin. it's been a long time since you've felt this texture.

she walked on the other side of the table and placed the cue ball on the head spot.

she stood behind the cue ball—leaning down as she places her bridge hand on the table.

she makes her opening shot first.

her eyes aimed at the red dot on the white ball alongside with the stick, swinging it before striking.

the tip of the stick osculates the white ball, making the racked balls jostle and disperse out on the table.

"you sure know how to bend over, right?"

she arched an eyebrow and motioned you to stand beside her.

you reluctantly nodded.

you took a few steps—your heels making you appear slightly taller than her.

she positioned herself right behind you.

you can feel her presence just being right there.

"you don't mind me touching you, no?"

her voice is laced with placidity.

your heart warmed up at the thought of this stranger making sure you're comfortable by asking permission first.

you shook your head to answer her question.

her knee suddenly nudged your knee pit, making you stumble on the table.

you bent over—your skirt riding up on your thighs.

you were about to complain but you're at a lost of words when she hovers over you.

the close proximity between you makes you feel dizzy.

her scent is insanely intoxicative—it easily fills up in your nose and you couldn't help but secretly take a small whiff of it.

you slightly tilted your neck for her to occupy the space. she immediately took the chance to place her chin right on your shouder

"I need you to spread both of your feet. slighty bend your left leg forward and lean your right leg backwards for stability." she whispers—her warm breath tickles your ear.

the fabric of her clothes brushes against your skin—

everything about this sent a shiver straight to your spine.

"this should be firmly planted on the surface, okay?

distribute your weight on both of your feet and avoid using your hand as a pedestal."

her chest is pressed up against your back and her soft fingers guides your left hand to make a 'bridge' stance

you kept nodding—bobbing your head continuously up and down as if you fully understand what she's saying. when in reality, you could barely focus and understand everything.

"this should act as a pendulum as this will be your 'shooting arm'. swing it comfortably but with force, pretty girl"

she now focused on propping your right arm—her palm wrapped around your forearm.

she then aligned the cue tick on top of your bridge hand.

her voice is mixed with a flirtatious and stern tone.

you bit your lip hard that it could bleed just to contain yourself from grinning.

"focus both of your eyes on the cue ball and aim it with your stick"

she finally stepped back, making you sigh in relief. you didn't even know that you were holding in your breath for so long.

your eyes aimed at the yellow-stripped ball, not remotely far from one of its pockets.

you swung your arm—slow and steady, before hitting the stick towards the cue ball.

a sharp, distinct 'clack' sound was heard as the yellow-striped ball made direct contact with the cue ball.

your eyes followed the ball, slowly traveling its way down the pocket mechanism.

she clapped upon seeing you doing your first shot—successfully sinking one of the balls into the pocket.

"see? it's not that hard, isn't it?"

you both were quickly interrupted by a server calling out someone's name, her name.

"order for miss park jihyo!"

it rang in your ears.

park jihyo..

your mouth pronounced each syllable of her name, like you were trying to engrave it on your mind.

a sudden realization hits you.

this woman whom you have been talking, playing, and even paying for your drinks—and you only got to know her name through a bizarre way.

jihyo raised her hand, the server handing her a drink—your drink you specifically asked to refill before.

you watched her taking a sip of your drink before placing it on the rail.

you were completely staggered.

"you're into sweet liquors like this, huh?"

"mm.. let's just finish this round."

you vaguely answered her question by humming.

she smirked, she definitely knew what she just did.

jihyo bent over and immediately went back to business.

she lowered herself—her gaze fixed on whatever target she's eyeing on.

her eyes are blazing with concentration, while yours is filled with enthrall.

you squeezed both of your thighs together, trying to prevail over what was being enkindled in your core.

you gulped when it's your turn to pot the balls.

your skirt hikes up as you lower your torso down.

you propped both of your arms just like the way jihyo taught you—hoping that it's somehow correct.

the polished maple finish of the cue stick aligned with the creases in your fingers.

you swung your arm—slowly and carefully. as if you're trying to be precise with your aim.

"i told you to spread it apart.."

her hand glides on your hip, nudging your leg to splay it outwards.

your throat immediately went dry as she hovered over you again—scratchy, burning, and raw sensation.

you gripped onto the stick for dear life, you were holding back whimpers like it'd be a crime if you let out a small fraction of noise.

your heart thumps abnormally it feels like you're about to have a heart attack.

the moment she talks—you're out of focus again.

she's over explaining like a lecturer, and you're daydreaming like a kid.

it infuriates you how you couldn't squeeze your thighs together now.

all you could do is harshly bite the skin of your lips until the taste of copper seeps in your tongue.

her sonorous voice vibrates through your spine and to your quenching core.

you arcuate your spine as your hips and ass flaunts out.

your vision starts to turn into a daze, everything that surrounds you feels so senseless.

a moan slipped out of you when her hands gripped both sides of your waist—her body now fully pressed against your back.

the harsh grip creates ridges on your skin through the cotton of your clothes.

it's driving you insane how the fabric between you felt like a small barrier hindering you in skin-to-skin contact.

jihyo couldn't take it anymore—the way you're effortlessly enticing her and it's eating her up.

she grabbed you by the wrist—rushed, hurriedly, and scrammed, but not wanting to leave a scene.

she led you to a more secluded area, who knows where, but definitely where you'll have greater privacy.

she slammed you against the wall, your back making a soft thud against the wood cladding.

the fluorescent light shone across the room as it leaks through the cracks.

it was dim, but you could still clearly see the desire in her eyes.

both of you knows that something is igniting—a heat that's slowly rising profusely. the close proximity that's harder to ignore than before.

both of your chests are pressed against each other.

neither both of you are speaking—just a longing and lust look visible in one's eyes.

this felt confrontational, it felt intimidating. this is something undeniable.

a small bead of sweat is starting to form on the edge of your scalp. a cold sweat contrary to the rising temperature in your body.

jihyo cupped both of your cheeks before ravishingly kissing your lips, slowly changing into an open-mouthed one.

she swallowed every noises that you make, muffling them out but it still sounds like a melody in her ears.

with every chance she could get—she would dive and press her tongue against yours. a hint of citrusy and sweet taste of the liquor is apparent as you both exchange salivas with each other.

you tugged her jacket—desperate to feel every inch of her skin.

she pulled away for a brief moment, dropping her jacket off.

her hand ripped your blouse off in an impetuous manner, making the buttons fly away.

she leaned in once again, making the kiss more sloppy—tangling both of your tongues together.

your hands explored her back, while hers made their own way to un-clasp your bra in one swift motion.

neither of you really want to initiate pulling away.

it's like that concept doesn't matter, or it really doesn't exist.

because what matters is both of you have each other—in your own little world in the smallest corner, and just a small noise away from getting caught from the crowd.

this went on for a moment—savoring each other until it both left you breathless.

she finally broke the kiss away, heaving and panting—a string of saliva visible and tying you both.

both of your different shades of lipstick are smudged on the corner of the lips of each other. a small but evident mark from who it came from.

she leaned in your neck, making wet kisses on it.

the sensation of her teeth nipping softly on your skin followed by her tongue grazing against it tickles you.

you huff out every time. whimpers that only both of you can hear. shared moans that are engulfed by the jazz music and whirred sounds of the air conditioner.

her hand made its way on your perky breast—gently flicking your nipple.

she kept nipping the tender skin of your neck while kneading your chest.

her teeth keeps biting the soft and tender skin of your neck—making marks on it like you're now her territory.

her lips moved lower, peppering kisses around your clavicle—and lower, until it reached down your torso area.

her lips felt so soft against yours, like you're a fragile sculpture she's trying to conserve.

but the way she kept leaving faint marks on your skin—making sure to leave a hue of red and purple in every inch of your body.

both of her hands are anchored on your hips until she's knelt down on the floor.

you bit your lip once again—taking in the sight of her being desperate.

she tugged your skirt away—the same skirt who made everyone else salivate, but she's the one who got you wrapped around her fingers. right exactly where she needs.

her tongue glides across your inner thigh, lips peppering on it.

you squeezed both of your thighs together at the sensation. you're trying so hard to be patient, but it's driving you insane with how she keeps riling you up.

a damp spot is visible on your white lace just right on your slick core.

her hand parted both of your thighs together.

the freezing touch of her palm that made you short-circuited.

she pulled your panties down—slow and tempting.

her gaze is fixed on your wet core—fully tantalized, and it erotically stimulates both of your desires with each other.

she immediately leaned in, completely diving right into your cunt.

your hips jolted at the sudden action.

she lapped your dripping cunt. the taste of sweet and salty floods in her tongue.

she ravenously devoured you, like she hasn't eaten in months—like you're some kind of gourmet cuisine. she completely slammed her face in your pussy.

her arched nose hitting a certain spot in your area.

you covered your mouth to contain your noises as your hand gripped on her hair,

your eyes rolled into the back of your skull until you see complete darkness.

your sense of hearing is slowly fading. turning your surroundings into something inaudible, mumbles of people engaging in conversations.

the movement of her lips and tongue raises your arousal in ways words couldn't express it better.

both of your thighs clamped tightly around her neck as you feel your walls are clenching up on her tongue.

the urge to moan out loud, but you know that you couldn't just ruin your dignity just like that.

she kept licking and sucking your clit, her tongue exploring every corners of it.

she felt your soft walls clenching up, and that urged her to push things further.

she pushed a finger inside your pussy while lapping your clit.

you jolted your hips as you let out a short shrill noise.

the sensation felt over stimulating—her tongue and finger working all at once.

your nails dug dipper into her scalp that it could practically bleed.

you heard her wince in pain and pushed another finger as an exchange.

you closed your eyes shut.

the mix of pain and pleasure that makes your mouth wide open only to let out a silent cry.

you felt a shadow shift just right beside the wall

your eyes widened, your heart stopped, your senses immediately came back.

you tried to pry jihyo from your core, but she did not even budge.

she grasped your ass with both of her hands and pulled you closer instead—shoving her face right into your core.

the adrenaline is rising.

the thought of getting caught in the worst possible way you could ever think.

you gave your all to stay dead-silent, although the utter pleasure you're currently feeling does not help at all.

she kept pumping her fingers deep inside you.

her fingers are curled and kept hitting the same wall while sucking your clit.

you wanted to moan, to whimper, to scream her name just to relieve the lump you're feeling in your throat.

your cunt starts to feel sensitive.

the pressure in your stomach began to build up.

you feel every crease on her fingers and ridges on fingertips as she swings it back and forth in a rigorous manner.

the coarse and moist texture of her velvety tongue against your clit that makes you feel lightheaded.

your hips rutted along with the motion, desperately trying to get some release.

a faint squelch noises coming from jihyo doing her own ‘job’.

everything feels too good to be true.

this kind of pleasure is out of this world.

you let out a silent-choked cry as jihyo hits one last thrust with her fingers and flicking her tongue before making you squirt.

your juices that are splaying messily on her face.

for a moment, it felt like you're in heaven as you're making your release.

jihyo pulled away, licking the nectars that was on her face.

your body plopped down on the floor. your thighs aching and body full of marks and love bites.

jihyo definitely drained all the energy out of you.

“don't even think we're already done, pretty girl,”

[sour4cherries]

WOOOOOOW CAN THIS HAPPEN TO ME PLSPLS

THIS WAS SO SEXY ++ billiards... 😍

[vdiiee]

oh yes...

[sour4cherries]

baby,,, i hope you're doing well... i miss you...

HIHIHI i missed u too :')) im goood (now that finals are over x_x)

i hope you've been well toooooo 🌬️💓💋

[vdiiee]

YEJEHYEUEYSYE, HIII BABYY

[chaeyology]

hey there sexy u wanna go on a date

ok baby and kets make out

[vdiiee]

haha ofcourse my love, i meant it!!! your ideas are so fresh i love it

im glad you love em...!! this pushed me to write even more.. ; ,,)),))) thank you, anon!!! 🩷