𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠༞

your darling

[yourdarlingx]

your darling

𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 // 𝐬𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫 // 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐮𝐥𝐭

𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒆// 𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒎// 𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒕// 𝒂𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒂 // 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒍 // 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒕

ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ⁱ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ ᶠᵒʳ

homies : 🪷

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no i won’t write incest or noncon pls don’t ask

please don’t be disrespectful

requests are always open and i’ll make an anon list per request

i only write for the things stated above.

[wkwksoulgi]

Wow that Sana fic was beautifully written, from the wordings to emotions wth?! Def found another great Twice author! I’m not sure if you write just for Sana, or for other members too, but hear me out on this request: Jihyo x f!reader enemies to lovers (or just like thick thick tension between Jihyo and reader) w/ some smut at the end? Thank youuu

|| a drag path etched on the surface as evidence

lawyer!park jihyo x lawyerfem!reader ; angst, eventual fluff/ smut

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synopsis: enemies to lovers au (kind of enemies). two well-known lawyers from rival firms ends up on the same case. tension has always been high between the two firms, especially between park jihyo and you. the forced proximity soon becomes something else.

tw// content: divorce// fingering, slight dirty talk, possessive nature, reader's a fucking tease until it comes back biting her ass

a/n: first anon request!!! thank you again for your lovely words, mwah mwah!! fyi,, i am not at all well-versed in the world of law or writing smut, so pls excuse all the fictional information...it's basically just hot women arguing with each other + tension...and they're also both switches, your honor, though jihyo's kind of subby ngl...not proofread, cos im lazy

wc: 4.4k

it’s been weeks since you accepted the case. weeks since you’ve started living off mediocre coffee from the coffee machine in the lounge room of the law firm. weeks since you've been cooped up in your office, your coworkers checking in from time to time. and weeks since you’ve found out that your petitioner’s lawyer is park jihyo. stone-cold face, confident aura, and stern eyes, one of the best-known lawyers in south korea at one of the most sought-after law firms in the country, TDOONG.

tension has always sparked between your law firm, TTT, and hers. they both didn’t have the best lawyers for nothing, living up to their missions and values.

you knew jihyo since the start of your law path. going to the same law school, having similar classes together, to graduating the same year (a year earlier than your peers), you two became the youngest lawyers in south korea, exemplary of young, passionate scholars.

you've never really crossed paths to be known as friends, rather distant acquaintances. it wasn't often you had competition, though you wouldn't even call it that. time to time, it was nice to get a rile out of jihyo here and there, the girl too hyper-focused and serious for her own good, that you were constantly left wondering if she has humor in her at all.

you'd also have to honestly admit, park jihyo was is a stunner. her gentle look, yet sharp features, from cheekbones to jawline, one couldn't help but stare and gawk if they were to walk past the park jihyo. posture always straight, muscles taut and defined in ways that greek sculptures were envious (you knew because you saw her at the university's gym almost every day, and no, you didn't lift, opting for something less intimidating, pilates).

and now, as you both are in rival firms, it's easier to get a reaction out of her, no matter how composed she is.

the case you picked up on isn’t anything gruesome; it was more conflicting, heartfelt, and personal…especially personal. it revolves around two parents going through the process of divorce, each is likely to get 50/50 custody of their eight-year-old daughter, hyejoo. but here is where the facts get ugly: the mother got a job offer to vancouver, canada, wanting to take her daughter with her, but the father, an elementary school teacher who is deeply rooted in his community, also wants his daughter to stay back.

it brings back memories of you being in a similar situation as a six-year-old girl holding your father’s hand as your mother steps her foot through the threshold of the door, not even daring to look back. the line she had crossed had created a vast distance between two worlds, one where you’ll never get to be in.

but she chose to leave. whereas hyejoo's mother wants to take her daughter with her.

it stung, to this day. you remembered blaming yourself over it, that you were the reason it all happened in the first place. then you started to get angry. why would your mother leave? why did she choose to leave?

it created a hollow hole in your heart, one where it took years to mend and uphold itself. you were left alone on days when mothers were suppose to come to their children’s classroom. left alone when you gave a speech about your mother in front of the class, but she was already on the other side of the world — as if you were playing the game of telephone, waiting for her reply.

nonetheless, here you are, rereading the case for the umpteenth time. your eyes bore through the thick documents of backgrounds, financial stability, and health. it didn’t help that you were on your eighth cup of coffee in the last hour, being the last one to leave your firm.

tomorrow was the first hearing, and for the first time, you felt nervous to the core. seeing that you won’t be able to focus anymore in your office, you made the decision to pack up and go back to your apartment. perhaps the different setting will allow you to focus more.

having already skipped lunch, skipping dinner would do you no good, especially when you need energy for the next day. you sighed, a big headache was already creeping its way though the crevices as you drove to a nearby convenience store.

upon pushing the door into the store, you falter for a quick second, seeing a rather familiar woman turning to leave.

“park,” you nod in acknowledgement.

the woman’s eyes scan up from her phone, gaze as always, piercing and sharp.

“l/n. a pleasure meeting you here.” jihyo nods back at you before walking past you to leave.

“let’s not act as if we’re strangers, jihyo. our confinement in court will not allow such.”

your comment makes jihyo turn around, a small scowl forming on her face. “let’s worry about our own side, hm?”

and gone she was before you could push out a reply. your headache is now pounding against the walls of your head, seeking for breakage.

—

the atmosphere being tense would be an understatement. the air was suffocating, people shifting around in their seats, the chairs creaking every once in a while. there were more people here than usual; it was a rare occurrence to see TDOONG’s and TTT’s lawyers in the same room. rivalry felt more like bloodshed than just mere competition over who’s better.

your client sits next to you, his right leg shaking with anxiety, hands folded in his lap, with his thumb rubbing over each other for comfort. his ring finger, although without the ring, still had a tan line, a faint indentation still visible from years of wearing it. the mark serves as a reminder of what was, what is, and what never will be.

across from you, jihyo was dressed in a black tailored suit, hair tied back with not one loose strand in sight. she looked polished from head to toe, standing at the opposing table as if she were born there.

after the initial swearing in of the jury and announcement: jihyo for the petitioner, you for the respondent, the trial began.

jihyo steps forward.

"your honor. my client, kim sejoo, has received a phenomenal job offer in vancouver, canada, with pay twice higher than what she is making now. the relocation with her daughter will substantially allow her to take care of herself and her child. educational opportunities for kim hyejoo will not be scarce, as well as long-term financial stability. my client proposes summer and holiday breaks of hyejoo at her father's."

professional. efficient. straight-to-the-point. jihyo's gaze shifts between her client and yours, but never at you directly.

the judge nods his head towards you.

"your honor. the child is young and still in elementary school. my client, kim daeseok, has worked at the school for years. their relationship is a close father-and-daughter bond; not something occasional, but daily. relocation would be devastating, not only for the father, but for hyejoo as well."

jihyo's voice remains steady, calm, as she counters, "with respect, geography is not the only factor that determines stability. the mother is not seeking to cut off contact. she is seeking to improve her child's future." finally looking over at you, her eyes pierce through, unwavering.

"by removing her from everything she knows? stability isn't only financial. children do not measure love in salary brackets."

you saw her hand twitch slightly on the pen she was holding. the movement was so small that one could've missed it, but not you.

jackpot.

"it serves her future," voice cool, hitting all the surfaces of the room, "broader opportunities. her mother would do much better than struggling here."

you lean forward slightly. "and what about hyejoo's present? the school she loves? the peers she'd made? the atmosphere, the culture, and the community she's grown up in?"

even from a distance, you can see jihyo's jaw tightening, but her voice continues to stay even as she responds, "children adapt."

tension can be felt trying to push through the barriers that it's been bound in, where it's been building up, overflowing; a dam ready for its collapse.

absurd, you thought. your mind flashes back to the little girl crying her eyes out, not truly understanding the situation she was placed in. spending time with her dad on mother's day, presenting a poem for mothers when hers wasn't even in the crowd, drawing pictures of just her and her dad, the place where her mother was supposed to be — used to be —was left blank. the negative space taking up so much of the space, the whiteness so blinding, she felt compelled to add something just to stop the brightness. in the end, she just left it blank, just like how her mother chose to leave her.

children don't adapt.

"children endure." a clean cut. no sharpening tools were needed to be present to know how sharp and precise the cut was.

the dam broke, water rushing uncontrollably, and it's taking you with it.

the judge calls for a brief recess.

—

you let out a loud exhale as you make your way to the vending machine, desperately needing something to calm the strong currents in your mind. as you bend down to reach for the drink, you hear heels taking swift steps, louder as they get nearer. before getting the chance to look over, you hear her voice.

"you argued like sejoo is abandoning her daughter." arms rested at her sides, but you can tell she's fighting the urge to cross them.

"no hi, hello, how are you? i thought better of you, park." you huff out. jihyo doesn't answer you. rather, she stands, waiting for you to reply to her prior statement. what a stubborn woman. she isn't as easy to get a pick at as she used to. you realized that now, she had changed, too.

you sigh, fingers coming up to pinch the bridge of your nose. "look, i see where you and your client are coming from, but you've got to understand about my client's circumstances, too. he loves hyejoo just as much as sejoo loves her. but he's trying to stay, while she's ready to scoop up her daughter to the other side of the world...it's not fair. calls do not replace presence."

jihyo stares at you, arms giving up on its side, now crossing, fingers tapping impatiently.

"you take these personally, l/n?"

you stare back at her, just as intently.

"only when they matter."

she watches you a second longer than needed before glancing at her watch and turning back towards the courtroom.

—

people shuffle back in, anticipation at the tip, ready to pierce the iceberg.

the back and forth continues, both of you waiting for the other to break.

from the corner of your eyes, you can see daeseok's hands trembling, fingers lightly scratching at the line on his ring finger, his teeth gnawing his lower lip, picking at the dry skin.

"my client simply refuses to become a visitor in his daughter's life."

the refute comes in just as easily, "and my client refuses to stagnate because her ex-husband is comfortable."

you can see jihyo taking a small breath in before proceeding, "your honor, we ask that the court preserve the status quo pending a full evidentiary hearing."

silence hits the room once again. arrangements of papers can be heard from the judge shuffling through them. he looks over his glasses before clearing his throat,

"the court will maintain the current 50/50 arrangement. the child shall not be removed from the jurisdiction until further hearings. mediation is ordered. an evidentiary hearing will be set for december 3rd."

the gavel strikes down, deafening. you peer over at jihyo, who happens to look right back at you, once again, with that stern look on her face.

—

you gather yourself up from your side of the table, piling up folders of documents and notes. briefly discussing the next steps, you shook hands with your client before he had to excuse himself for a school meeting.

loosening your tie and unbuttoning your blazer, your eyes can't help but wander to jihyo's side. she's still talking to her client, one of her hands placed on the mother's shoulder, most likely offering comfort.

you could tell: jihyo was here to win, to conquer, to live up to the name that TDOONG holds itself. and nothing was going to stop that.

finally averting your gaze, you swiftly pack up the rest of your materials into your briefcase and put on your coat. the air is lighter outside than in the courtroom, as if you finally emerged from the water that was drowning you earlier.

taking out your phone from your pocket, you turned off do not disturb for the time being, checking the notifications you've missed. you absentmindedly scroll through the work emails, huffing out a small laugh at the work group chat — one of your coworkers, sana, accidentally sent a message to the wrong group, and mina reprimanding her in the process saying how it is unprofessional (though, it doesn't really matter since you're all great colleagues and friends outside of work, anyway. mina's just doing it for the sake of a reminder, just in case this happens in a professional setting, but not of malice otherwise).

however, after getting through most of it, your thumb hovers over a specific notification, or rather, a chain of notifications in your messages. multiple text messages from an unknown number were sent:

unknown number:

hey, y/n.

unknown number:

it's mom.

i know you have many questions on why i'm reaching out to you or how i know your number.

unknown number:

i am back in seoul for a little while. if you could give me a chance of your time, even just for a little bit, i would love to have a chat with you over coffee.

let me know.

you dropped your phone in disbelief. what the hell? a time zone difference, a stretch of vast oceans, an abstract concept, a blank space on white paper. a mere memory hard to forget. your turmoil starts to build up. god, you desperately need a break.

before even having time to compose yourself and pick up your phone, ready to reread those messages, hoping your eyes are not deceiving you from having your head in piles of papers for so long, you hear the same clack of heels right behind you.

a slight whiff of the cinnamon citrus perfume has you knowing that it is no other than park jihyo.

you don't realize you've stopped breathing until —

"l/n." you close your eyes for a brief second, emotions overexhausted as your throat feels like it's constricting itself.

breathe. breathe. breathe.

exhaling shakily, you bend down to pick up your phone from the ground and turn around to face jihyo.

jihyo stands a few steps behind you, still looking as pristine as when you first saw her in the courtroom. though now, you can see the faint lines of eye bags under the light. she looks much softer than before, her shoulders slightly drooping and more relaxed, tired.

"you forgot this." in her hand was your pen, a specialized one with your name engraved on it, a gift from mina for your two-year anniversary at the law firm.

reaching out to grab it, you try your best to keep your hand from shaking, "thank you. i owe you one." however, from the light furrow of her brows, you knew she saw.

"are you alright?"

"i'm fine," you answer a bit too fast, making jihyo inhale sharply, "you know, just the seoul weather creeping up. it's a bit chillier than i expected," you lightly force out a laugh.

her eyes roam around your faces, not intimately nor deeply, but enough to have you shrink back, suddenly feeling vulnerable under the lampposts adorning the front of the courthouse.

"will this affect mediation?" of course, it's not park jihyo if it doesn't involve work.

"no, it will not," your jaw tightens involuntarily. you realized she saw through it all.

" i'd appreciate a copy of any supplemental affidavits you intend to file prior to mediation," she continues, eyes narrowing, "everyone's time is wasted on ambush tactics."

you scoff lightly, "you don't give me enough credit, park. i prefer winning cleanly."

another notification comes through in the midst of it all. lifting your phone to get a preview, the light cutting through:

unknown number:

i know i hurt you. you can ignore this if you wish to.

your vision blurs for a second, your ears start to ring, until you realize you can't break down right now, especially not in front of jihyo.

"l/n," her voice comes through, gentler this time, "you're shaking."

you hadn't noticed. too busy focusing on too many things at once.

straightening up immediately, slipping your phone in your coat pocket.

"it's nothing. i'm fine."

"that wasn't a question."

"jihyo-" irritation starts creeping up. your defensive instinct kicks in, "you don't need to interrogate me outside of the courtroom, too. what happened to worrying about our own side?"

"i don't want you to bring whatever this is into mediation. i have eyes, i'm not blind. i can tell this case is draining you..." she pauses for a quick second, "...personally. i need you present and clear, y/n."

you realized now that you weren't attacking her client or protecting yours. rather, you've been protecting a version of yourself that you've long hidden away, suppressed.

your gaze softens. her voice grounded you as the breeze picked up, blowing her hair lightly, and for once, she was not only polished but infuriatingly beautiful.

"finally calling me by my first name, park?"

if it wasn't for the light shining down directly on her face, you would've missed the slight blush creeping up on her cheeks.

you giggle as she tries to blubber out an answer, finally seeing a side you've rarely seen her adorning in: relaxed, calm, and lost for words. confidence wavering, fingers gripping her coat sleeves, a total 180 from when you both were in the courtroom.

saving her from further embarrassment, you ask, "coffee? for bringing my pen to me. and no, not coffee here, perhaps a cafe."

her eyes widen in surprise, looking at her watch on her wrist before looking back at you, "yeah, coffee sounds good," exhaling softly.

"not bad, park. i'd thought you'd decline," smiling satisfactorily, you walk off. without glancing back, you continued over your shoulder, "i'll text you the address. i'm sure you still have my contacts saved, yeah?"

"n-no, i do not!" hearing jihyo walk the opposite direction to her car answers your question, making you laugh out loud.

you can’t fix something that was never broken, just something that stopped existing.

that's right. your mother stopped existing in your world. and the only way to keep it whole is to leave it that way.

—

the evidentiary hearing happened a few weeks later. park jihyo as calculated as ever. firm. steadfast, and charming. her questions were concise and succinct, with not one falter in sight.

however, at one point near the closing of the hearing, jihyo saw it. your emotions were piling up from their existence, like a volcano—a rendezvous leading to unmitigated friction, collision, and then an eruption.

the ruling of the verdict came two weeks later.

the judge began, "the court finds that both parents have demonstrated deep commitment to the child," a pause, "however, the court concludes that the relocation request is made in good faith and offers significant financial opportunity after reviewing the evidence presented."

you inhaled, already knew what was coming next.

"the petition to relocate is granted."

from your peripheral, you can feel the father exhaling raggedly next to you. across, you see visibly see the mother's shoulders relaxing in relief.

the judge proceeded with the order, outlining extended summer visitation rights for the father, alternating holiday arrangements — travel expenses to be shared, and daily video contact between the child and the father.

once the hearing ended, you shook hands with your client and arranged a time for further information on moving forward with the relocation.

upon packing up, you sense her presence before you could even look up,

"you argued well, l/n."

"likewise, park." making eye contact with her, you can see that she was deep in thought.

"coffee? my treat this time."

you smile, nodding your head.

you've come to terms that park jihyo is not just a stubborn woman, but also free, bold, and a bit mischievous.

—

you also learn that yes, park jihyo is in fact humorous, way more than you expected. your conversations flow easily, from work, to family, to your own past.

too easily that irregular coffee ask becomes weekly, to soon becoming dinners.

until now, barely getting used to the darkness of jihyo's flat, before you find yourself pushed against the front door by toned arms, hungry lips finding yours like a tsunami, rushing and pushing. her lips start descending down to your neck — biting, sucking, licking, soothing — while her fingers start unbuttoning your work blazer, then your work blouse.

"fuck—! j-jihyo! not there, i— got a case in t-two days."

"you have a beautiful woman on you right now, who's about to give you the best orgasm of your life, and you're worried about some damn case right now?" jihyo growls. the noise sends a shock down your spine straight to your core, ruining your panties.

you hated losing, especially when it comes to jihyo.

"i'm going to give you the best orgasm of your life." jihyo whimpers at your voice, her mouth gravitates back towards your neck as if it's meant to be there. "let me. you did win the case between us after all. treat it as an award from me to you, yea?"

you both shuffle into the bedroom, a trail of clothes left behind like a quiet confession in its wake.

jihyo lands first on the bed with you between her legs, her elbows holding her up, one of her hands coming up to comb her hair back.

"show me what you got, l/n," licking her lips afterwards.

saying nothing, you dive in for a kiss — wet and dirty — teeth clashing, tongues exploring all the ridges and linings.

jihyo lets out a loud gasp when her bra gets discarded easily, the cool air hitting her chest instantly. your hands start grabbing and pinching each nipple. moving your head down to her neck, you start nipping, biting down harshly at one of her pulse points, eliciting a loud whine.

"you're already so sensitive, and all i've done is touch you."

"s-shut up!"

you take one of her nipples in your mouth, while one of your hands occupies the other, index and thumb pinching, pulling, and rolling, the other faintly scratching her abs. you enjoy all the noises that come out of jihyo, knowing you're the only one who can make her like this.

leaning back with an audible pop, you smirk down at jihyo: unprofessional, messy, disheveled, and incredibly wet, if the dark, wet patch on her underwear is anything to go by.

finally going towards where she wants you, you take the hem of her panties between your teeth and pull downwards, all while she stares right back at you, eyes half-lidded, chest heaving heavily.

successfully removing the last piece of clothing, you can't help but stare, mouth watering at the sight.

"s-stop staring-" her voice cuts off with a sharp inhale. your right hand trails lightly from her knee to her inner thigh, to finally touch her cunt, index and middle fingers lazily sliding up and down, mesmerized by the sight.

"and stop t-teasing—fuck!" a loud whine rips through as you push in a finger without warning. her folds enveloping you easily, as if she were a mold made perfectly for you.

"you're so fucking loud and whiny, hyo. you don't want to wake up your neighbors now, do you?" your finger slowly roams around, exploring, rubbing, feeling the bumps and ridges.

"f-fuck you!"

you laugh lowly, "i am, pretty. fucking you, i mean," you add another finger, hearing another loud moan, her eyes glued shut, hands pulling the sheets tightly towards her. you take your time, pulling your fingers out slowly before pushing them back in quickly, the squelching sound embarrassingly echoes. a particular hard thrust right at the spot makes her wail.

"tsk, do you want everyone to hear how improper you are? just. so. improper. and. tight." each word punctuated with a thrust. your free hand goes to her clit, thumb rubbing circles carelessly, earning another moan that you happily drown in.

"all for me right, hyo?" fingers pushing deep and up towards that one spot repeatedly, having already know what makes park jihyo break.

"mm," jihyo tries, "a-all, shit—all for you! only you, fuck!" you smirk proudly, adding another finger into the mess, as well as more pressure on her clit. the slippery mess spreads all over her inner thighs, dripping gorgeously onto your wrist.

"please, 'm close." you feel her clenching tightly with every thrust. leaning down, you leave sloppily wet kisses at every expanse of her skin, smooth and free, all for you to mark. nosing your way up to her ear, you bit down before rasping out,

"come for me, pretty girl." a whimper turn moan breaks through, loud and throaty, enough for you to know that her neighbors will, in fact, come knocking at the door tomorrow. jihyo shudders against you as you help her ride out her orgasm, fingers still pushing in and out. the wetness pools on the sheet, surely spreading everywhere. what a pretty mess.

feeling jihyo squirm a bit, you pull out gently, earning a whimper.

shamelessly wiping your hands on the sheets, you give her temple a kiss, before moving down for a deep kiss, less teeth and tongue, more feelings and passion. you pull away slowly, a string of spit trailing between both of you. you stutter for a second, seeing a dangerous glint in jihyo's eyes.

"think you can refute that, hyo? what happened to that running mouth of yours, baby?" looking down at her, breathlessly beautiful and sprawled out for you. you slowly sink closer again, lightly kissing parts of her throat that you know have her gasping.

when jihyo finally recovers, she husks out the words that got her feeling your moan against her neck before hearing it,

"sit on my face."

[yourdarlingx]

i’m going absolutely crazy at this

[earlysunshines]

eyes on me (and only me)

myoui mina x fem!reader ; fluff, angst, smut ; wc: 9.1k

synopsis: mina’s not fond of the attention you’re receiving, but it’ll take more than a glare to get that message across.

warnings: smut smut smut! ; alcohol ; almost fucking in the bathroom lmfao ^_^ : angst if u squint ; friends to fucking to lovers or smth like that ; rushed lowk ; not proofread and anything else i missed??

a/n: not my best work plus i wrote this on my phone. lots of mistakes oops

—

the light turns red, you slow down smoothly. the glow from the traffic light illuminates mina’s face with a red glow. you turn to catch a glimpse of her.

she catches you glancing over and raises a brow, you smile playfully and turn back to watch the cars pass.

“why do you do that?” she asks you, rolling her eyes. “you’re so weird.”

“don’t say that, i’m amazing.”

mina shakes her head and turns to face the passengers window, hiding her smile from you. the music in the car continues to play, you giggle, and the light turns green again. you gradually press down on the pedal.

you and mina have been friends for 8 years and counting, luckily you both ended up at the same university—which meant no long-distance friendship and no problems.

(well— there was one problem, one that kept the two of you up at night: the mutual attraction the two of you had for each other.)

(but both of you choose to ignore that in order to keep yourselves sane.)

(it doesn’t keep any of you sane.)

mina was someone you could be completely transparent with, and despite how stupid or unhinged you’ve been, she’s stuck by your side throughout the years. and speaking of which, throughout the years she’s only gotten prettier, and she’s been undeniably beautiful. she matured physically and mentally, the physical aspect unquestionably catching your eye more. years pass and her features are sharper, yet as elegant as ever. more eye candy for you, and more excuses such as: “i was zoning out” to repeat after getting caught staring. both of you had a staring problem.

“and~ we’re home.” you beam, watching mina unbuckle the seatbelt. “give me your bag, you must be tired.”

mina hands you her small shoulder bag and smiles at you, you return the smile. she gets out your car and stretches her arms out, sighing as she does so.

the night breeze hits you in the face hectically, but it passes through mina’s hair in a way that reminds you of some commercial, with her as the conspicuous model.

the two of you walk over to the entrance of your apartment complex, then up the stairs. you follow mina up as she walks to the third floor, and you feel a little bad since her legs must hurt.

once you get to your shared apartment, mina reaches inside the pocket of her jacket for the keys, then pulls them out and starts to unlock the door. she turns the lock to the right once and pushes the door open, turning on the light as soon as she steps inside.

mina plops on the couch and you giggle, smiling at your best friend and roommate. you plop down next to her and she puts her feet on your lap, sinking into the cushions deeper.

“shift must’ve been rough, huh?” you ask, watching her nod in response. she closes her eyes and turns to the side, sighing.

“i have a test tomorrow too.”

“seriously? on what?”

“physics.” she groans, then sits up. “i figured majoring in architecture would be less grueling. i was wrong. so wrong.”

“you set yourself up for more of that.” you tease, tapping her shoulder and urging her to turn around. “let me ease the tension, then you can rest a bit and study a bit. it’s only 5:50.”

she hums and turns around; you place your hands on her shoulders and begin to work at the stiff muscles with your nimble fingers. she gasps at the sudden contact, shrugging then easing into your touch. mina lets out a variety of sighs and groans here and there, but otherwise stays pretty inaudible the rest of the time. she leans away from you after she’s had enough, rolling her shoulders back and then cracking her neck.

"thank you y/n, for everything.”

you can’t help but chuckle after hearing her words of gratitude. she sounded so serious and sincere, which caught you off guard. you stand up and intertwine your own fingers together, stretching them up and behind your back a bit.

“i just drove you back from work and massaged you, that’s what friends are for. no need to be to sentimental minari.”

she rolls her eyes and scoffs at your teasing tone, “oh so i guess i’ll just quit showing my gratitude.”

“hey i didn’t mean—”

a pillow is thrown at your stomach before mina starts giggling, showing her gums and all as she beams; just how you adore. you throw the pillow back at her and she catches it with her hands, then stands up and sets it down on the couch.

“okay now go study, can’t be wasting your tuition on a failed physics grade.”

“i don’t want to hear that from you y/n. didn’t you get a 67 on that anatomy module?”

“hey!” you raise your hands up in defense, “i passed, that’s all that matters.”

“yeah, whatever. i’m going, thanks again.” mina mumbles, grabbing her bag and walking over to her room.

she smiles as soon as she enters her room, then laughs to herself. she sighs dreamily, something out of a romcom.

--

“so the both of you aren’t actually togeth—”

“no.” mina dismisses momo immediately. momo looks at you whilst you talk with the girl you met in your kinesiology class, the girl that’s a little too touchy and flirty for mina’s liking. “she’s occupied anyway, always talking with any girl that’s in her line of sight.” mina scoffs.

“oh, so you’re jealous?” momo laughs, grinning at mina.

the younger woman shoves the older one in the shoulder, rolling her eyes. “no. she’s just taking her sweet time when we need to be somewhere.”

you’re smiling, you’re laughing, and she is doing the same. her hands are resting on your chest every now and then and she’s also giving you heart eyes. of course, you’re too oblivious to realize – just how you always are with girls like that – mina hates it.

finally, after what feels like an eternity, you finish talking to the girl, make an excuse that you have to leave, and check your phone. you look up and mina is talking to momo, and then you walk over — no, rush over and almost trip in the middle of the lobby — and apologize for being a couple of minutes late. mina grimaces and momo gives you a toothy smile.

“let’s go, we need to pick up sana too—right?” you ask, mina simply nods, no small smile or anything before she turns away.

she starts walking out the doors first and you frown at the sudden moodiness from her. you know mina well, well enough to know when she’s having her mood swings and feeling down. you learned to be attentive at a young age, and mainly — only — for her.

you look over to momo and she shrugs, then suggests, “maybe if you weren’t so late.”

“it was six minutes.”

“maybe it’s more than the time then.”

“momo—” you’re unable to finish your sentence because now she’s the one turning around and following mina’s path. your shoulders sink and you frown again. your legs carry you out the doors to follow the two women despite the sinking feeling in your heart.

mina is standing beside the passenger door waiting for you to unlock your car, and momo is on her phone leaning against the door to the backseat. you click the button on your keys, your car makes that clicking noise and lights up, then mina and momo get inside at the same time.

you get into the drivers seat and turn on your engine, then face mina to ask, “want the aux?” then she hums in response, plugging her phone in. momo observes from the back seat; the way you clench your teeth subtly, mina’s hesitance, the way your hand grips the steering wheel tighter than usual, mina’s body turning away from yours.

sana is in the car ten minutes later and immediately, the tension starts to die down.

“i’m so hungry…” sana sighs, linking her arm with momo’s.

you laugh and assure her, “i’ll drive quick, i think everyone is as hungry as you.” mina smiles and you catch it from the corner of your eye; you grin sheepishly..

it’s silent for the most part other than sana starting all the conversations and everyone responding. then, halfway through the car ride, sana beams and mentions: “hey, sebastian is throwing a house party, everyones going to be there you know.”

“…and?” you hum, eyes on the road.

“we should go!”

“sana,” mina begins, “you know i’m not a party person.”

sana pouts. “come on~ that chaeyoung girl you’ve been all flirty with is going to be there. maybe you can hit it off with her.”

the light turns red and you hit the brakes – not so smoothly – and quirk a brow at mina. you’ve been able to hit it off with some girls on campus, hooking up with them and whatnot, but the mention of mina talking to someone – which, you’re been completely unaware of – strikes a nerve in you for some reason. she’s not yours, you’re not hers, yet there’s a sick feeling in your stomach.

“you’re— you’re talking to someone?” the uneasy atmosphere makes its comeback as soon as the question slips past your lips, and mina shrinks in her seat. “you never told me that.”

“you never tell me about all the girls you talk to, i can’t talk to one?” mina says, her tone vicious.

“i- no, i just, i thought you would’ve told me about something like that.” you look at her apologetically, she doesn’t bat an eye at you. “i didn’t mean that, mina.’

sana and momo glance at each other in the backseats; momo shrugs, sana raises her brows, and then sana decides to clear the air.

“so, let’s go as a group?” she insists, and you can only hum as you pull into the parking spot near the café.

momo decides to find seats for the four of you and you thank her before grabbing mina’s wrist and dragging her to the bathroom. sana and momo watch, both as surprised as mina.

it’s a single person restroom, and you close the door behind you harshly before backing mina against the sink. you’re only an inch or two taller, nothing too significant, but somehow it feels like you’re towering her completely.

she looks into your eyes, you look into hers tenderly; mina surrenders and breaks the eye contact.

“what’s going on mina?”

“i’m sorry, it’s nothing.”

“it’s clearly something.” you murmur, curious and confused. “please, you can tell me anything.”

without thinking, you cup her face. your hands are warm, they’ve always been warm and mina’s have always been on the colder end. mina feels her heart shatter and pound against her chest at the same time, her cheeks flush but her lips twitch into a frown.

hesitant to give into your touch, she shudders away subtly. “it’s nothing, i’m just, you know—“

“mood swings?” you ask, moving your hand to her shoulder and rubbing your thumb against the material that covers it. mina leans in to your touch this time and nods, looking back at you. “i’m sorry for, sounding so… i don’t know, angry. it’s not my business, and if you’re talking to someone…” you gulp down your feelings and decide on what anyone would say. “then i hope they make you happy and whatnot, it’s not my business. i shouldn’t have pushed it.”

“no,” mina mumbles. you turn your head, confused. “i think i’ve been a bit distant recently, i haven’t been as open.”

“hey don’t say that, i guess the stress is killing both of us.”

“i’m sorry again.” mina sighs.

“it’s okay, i love you always, no matter what.”

“and how do you?” mina questions, tensing up at the feeling of your thumb rubbing against her shoulder now. you slide your hand down to her forearm subconsciously, pausing your actions.

“what? mina, you know i love you. we’ve been friends since like, forever. i’m just saying i’m always here if you need me.”

friends.

“okay, yeah thanks.” mina rushes her response out, then recomposes herself. she grabs your wrist briefly before letting go, then opens the door. “i’m hungry, hurry up.”

“yeah yeah, whatever.”

--

mina’s normal for the rest of the week and there are no complications or mood swings for the most part. the two of you are pretty busy anyway, no time for arguments when your professors are up your asses.

there’s those moments of solitude with your roommate that bring you some peace of mind here and there, which makes it harder to push down the trivial feelings you have for mina. like that one time mina helped you out with dinner, pushing you to the side with her hand on your waist. yeah, that one had your heart racing.

other than a near heart attack and some domestic and weirdly intimate alone time with mina, there hasn’t been any tension or bickering since that car ride. things seem good and you’re happy with that.

sana reminds you of the party the day of, it reminds you of what had happened in the car. you’re reminded of mina’s ‘talking stage’ and it bothers you more than you’d like to admit, but there’s nothing to worry about since mina isn’t the biggest partygoer. she’d probably be cooped up in her room playing games while you drank more than you intended to again, just like always.

tonight was an exception.

you’re leaning against the counter in your baggy jeans and the fit t-shirt where the sleeve cuts off just above your bicep – the shirt that makes your arms look good and shows your tattoos better – and sana is texting the group chat saying she’ll be there in five. you wait patiently and pass the time by mindlessly scrolling.

what you don’t expect is to see mina emerging from the hall looking effortlessly beautiful like she always does. she meets your gaze then drops it to your own body, quickly returning back to the shared eye contact. there’s something in the way she holds herself up that’s keeping your look on her for a moment longer, afraid to look away just in case you’ll miss something.

she’s fucking stunning, no doubt about that. a cropped, white top hugs her figure perfectly and shows a good amount of her defined abdomen, the light shines in a way that highlights her grooves. she has that naturally striking body, the one that girls envy or swoon over, and the ones that guys eye not so subtly in public, much to your dismay. she’s also wearing some light makeup — a rosy sunset lightly decorating the outside of her eyes and a darker shade of red painted on her lips — and even without it your jaw would be on the floor. her wavy hair falls loosely around her and her bangs are tousled – different than her usual well kept look – it all captivates you. mina’s fucking hot, no doubt about that.

your eyes do a lot of the talking, they run up and down her body, down to the curve of her hips that are covered by her low-rise boyfriend jeans. mina’s inching closer and you recompose yourself, try not to eye fuck your roommate too hard.

“you’re going to the party? thought you weren’t a party person.”

“i don’t have anything better to do.”

“not going to stay and play games? that’s new.”

she scoffs, then crosses your arms and it makes you realize that you’ve been looking at her exposed tummy again. you make eye contact with her again. mina raises her brows, then responds with a hint of test in her tone, “do you not want me to go? sounds a lot like it.”

not when you look like that. you should only look like that for me, you think, and you want to respond with that thought. but you hold yourself back and decide to laugh it off, masking your odd jealously that looms.

you clear your throat, then respond, “no, just curious. we should take my car over then, just in case you want to leave early.”

“yeah, okay.” mina says, suspicious of your sudden change in mood. “let sana know then, and don’t drink too much, or really anything since you’re driving.”

“you know i’m a heavy weight. three shots and i’m still walking straight, functioning, and able to have fun. don’t worry about me.” you wave your hand and grab your phone. “i’ll ring up sana.” you say, then motion for her to leave the house with you.

-

the walk to the house is not too long, but unfortunately you were too late to bag a spot in the astonishingly large drive way. it was already filled with seven cars, all different brands besides the two honda civics that are next to each other, one red and one black. how generic, and probably driven by men who’d try to hit on you and your friends later.

there’s a fence to the backyard and you easily lift up the metal that prevents the door from opening. you push the door open and mina slides in through the gap, then you slip through and lock it again.

the music was already noticeable before the two of you had actually made it on the property, but now it’s much louder and disturbingly raucous. but that’s just how parties are. there’s a good amount of people in the spacious back yard, maybe fifteen or more – give or take – some are talking in a group with bottles of beer in their hands, two people makeout against the tree in the right corner, and others are cackling while some shirtless guy with a buzzcut and shotguns a can of cheap alcohol. nothing too surpassingly other than the size of the house and yard, pretty normal for everything that’s unfolding.

you lean down a bit to bring your lips to mina’s ear, making sure your voice is heard over the drake that’s playing at a volume that’s surely going to bring noise complaints.

“you okay?” you ask loudly, almost a shout. mina nods, then turns over, her face only inches away from yours. you look down at her lips, and back up to peer into her dark eyes. “we should go inside.” you suggest, mina nods once more.

compared to outside, the house held a lot more people. the kitchen was filled with people getting refills of sodas alcohol, and maybe one or two people ended up with water in their cups — though only those few — the rest of the bunch that crowded the house were either tipsy or drunk out of their minds.

“i think i’m gonna grab a beer or something, text me if you need anything – actually, just call me.”

mina wants to cling onto you the whole night and if anything, she only came in hopes of making you jealous. but here you are, actually indulging in whatever the hell is going on around the two of you. she feels sick to her stomach when she sees you wave goodbye, and prays that you won’t end up like those two girls in the corner of her eye that are eating each others mouths. at least not with anyone but her. fuck.

“hey, it’s you.” mina feels a tap on her shoulder and turns around to face the girl she met in her design class. “i didn’t know you were a party person, didn’t strike me as the type.”

chaeyoung is also wearing a crop top, revealing the various tattoos that decorate her skin. mina liked the tattoos, but all she could think about was the ones you had on your own skin, the ones mina always found herself staring at. her dark hair is messy, yet it suits the younger woman, so does her whole outfit: some crop top and paint splattered jeans.

“you here with anyone?” chaeyoung asks, then takes a sip from her can of beer, mina thinks it’s the rocket pop based on the colors.

“no, you?”

“nah, i came here with a friend though. i think she’s out flirting now though.”

“yeah, i came with a friend too. she’s probably doing the same too.”

“you don’t sound too happy about that.” chaeyoung says, observing the faint disappointment that spreads across mina’s features. “wanna get a drink?”

mina hesitates, then nods. chaeyoung smiles and grabs mina’s hand, leading her to a fridge in the kitchen.

“oh, and by the way,” the younger woman starts, turning to mina. “you look good.”

“thanks.” mina responds.

it’s not that mina doesn’t enjoy chaeyoung’s company, if anything she’s actually really intrigued with her little anecdotes and cute little rambles. mina likes the way chaeyoung giggles with her over some small thing, and mina doesn’t necessarily hate how chaeyoung leans closer to her, the skin-to-skin contact isn’t anything that bothers her. mina simply can’t feel anything for chaeyoung, and it frustrates her because one: chaeyoung is pretty, quite nice on the eyes. that’s something mina can’t deny. two: she’s attentive and sweet, mina know’s this from the times she’s interacted with her before this headache of a party.

she’s just not you.

“you okay?” chaeyoung asks, rubbing her thumb on mina’s hand.

“yeah, i just, um— i need another drink.”

“you’ve had two cans already, and you seem all hazy. you sure you can take it?”

“it’s fine, i’m fine. yes, yeah.”

“okay… careful then. let me go with you.”

“no.” mina says almost immediately, then pauses. “i mean, um, i can go myself. sorry.”

chaeyoung nods, letting go of mina’s hand. “i’ll see you around mina, hope we run into each other again. i liked talking to you.”

“me too, i’m sorry.”

“it’s okay.”

mina leaves chaeyoung on the couch alone, finding her way through the crowd and towards the kitchen to grab something stronger. she does in fact find something stronger in the fridge: some bottle of (most likely) cheap vodka. mina fucking hates vodka, but she also fucking hates that you’ve been plaguing her mind all night. so, mina grabs some small, plastic shot glass and pours herself a quick remedy to her growing disturbance. she shoots her head back and winces, groaning at the stinging taste of it dying down in her throat.

to make matters worse, you only plague her mind further. and to make it even worse (yet again), she catches you in the corner of her eye.

the girl from that day she got mad at you stands awfully close, putting her hand on your chest as she laughs. you only smile and laugh with her, not really paying attention to anything else.

this is the closest you’ve been to the girl, courtney was her name. she’s in your anatomy and has a similar hairstyle to mina, though mina’s looks ten times better. her eyes shine as she looks at you, well, mostly your lips. she smiles and slides her hand around your neck.

“you know, i’ve always thought you were pretty.” she says, “how about we find a spot to be alone?”

“oh,” you say, features shifting into one of confusion. “courtney i don’t— i thought we were just having fun…?”

“don’t be stupid baby,” you wince at the petname, it doesn’t sound right coming from her. she twirls your hair around, it irks you, you definitely don’t like it. “we can have fun if we find a place with a door that has a lock.” and all you can do is laugh awkwardly.

“courtney i don’t—” you look past courtney and towards the familiar girl in the kitchen, making direct eye contact with her and freezing as soon as you realize just who you’re looking at.

mina huffs, frowning at you disappointedly. she shouldn’t be disappointed, but she is.

if only that were her, she thinks.

she bites back a tear, clenching her teeth and shaking her head – which somehow makes her more uneasy than she already is – and starts to walk away. she doesn’t know where she’s going, just as long as it’s less overwhelming and there’s no sight of you with someone that isn’t her.

“shit,” you mumble, and then courtney desperately tries to postpone your departure with small talk, but it’s no use. you speed through the crowd and bump into various bodies as you try to keep mina in your vision, pushing anyone in your way just to find her.

you watch her turn into the hallway and manage to make it to that turn only two seconds later, but by the time you get there she’s already stepping into some room and closing the door. a curse slips from your breath as you run towards the same door a second after it had closed, hitting your fist against it in defeat.

“mina!” you shout – no response. “fuck, mina, please.”

you lean your forehead against it, flattening your hands against the door before you bang on it again.

“please? please mina, i know something is up.”

“go entertain yourself with whoever you were with earlier.” and what the fuck did that mean? you didn’t know. could mina mean courtney? you didn’t want her like that, mina can’t possibly be bothered by her – and, if she were, that wouldn’t make sense. courtney is just a friend, if anything, you wanted mina in her place.

“what does that mean? mina you’re being so—” she cuts you off, opening the door. she’s got that flush, the same one that she did when she lost to sana in that one drinking game a few months back. mina’s not sober, meaning she’s ten times more vulnerable and even moodier, but why? hell, you never know.

“weren’t you enjoying that? that girl, she’s all up on you so why do you run after me.”

“courtney? mina you’re being irrational, she’s just a classmate, a friend i guess. i don’t want her like that.”

“we’re friends and you never look at me like that,” she says, voice being muffled by the music playing in the house. “why don’t you smile at me like that?”

you step inside and close the door, now it’s just you and mina, alone.

“mina what are you saying? i smile at you all the time. are you pissed over a smile?”

“you’re so dense.”

“well i don’t know what the fuck is wrong if you’re not going to fucking tell me mina.” maybe that was harsh, considering the fact that she’s most definitely drunk, but you’re also irritated because she’s been tip toeing around the things that have been pissing her off. “you always tell me what’s bothering you and about your mood swings, but what’s been going on recently? you’ve been so, i don’t know—difficult to read.”

“and you’ve been so dense.” mina scoffs, looking you in the eye. “you flirt and charm all these other girls – any girl – why not me? what’s wrong with me?”

“mina there’s nothing wrong with you. and… you want me to charm you? what does that even—”

“why do you run after me when you don’t even want me like that, why don’t you love me like i love you.”

you halt, watching mina’s bottom lip twitch and brows crease as she looks at you.

“mina,” you begin, shoulders relaxing a bit. “of course i love you.”

“then why do you-“

with no warning, you lean in, capturing her lips with yours and cupping both cheeks with your hands. this is one of the dumbest decisions of the night, undeniably so. reality hits you and you’re pulling away, but mina pulls you back in.

you should stop this, you have to stop this, it can’t be right.

you don’t stop, partially because mina is wrapping her arms around you, keeping you close.

(and mainly because this is what you’ve been needing – dreaming – of for years. you’ll let your morals come back to you later, because right now this contact feels better than anything.)

her hands almost sting from how cold they are when they graze your neck, sliding up to grip your hair. you reciprocate and place your hands on her waist, the music fades out in the background, her back is pressed against the door, and you’re keeping her place as you savor what you’ve daydreamed about countless times.

using the part of your brain that isn’t overtaken by lust, you try to make sure everything is alright after remembering she’s had a drink or two – at least before you indulge again – and that she’s not sober—which is very rare for someone like mina. you pull away first and fight the urge to ruin her right here and right now.

“wait mina—” mina doesn’t give you time to speak, immediately leaping back onto you and locking lips again, whining as she tugs at your hair. she bites your lip slightly, which makes you push her against the door harder, fingers leaving marks in her skin.

there’s too much going on, too much you want to do all at once – mina wants the same.

you pull away successfully, mina doesn’t pull you back in hurriedly this time. her eyes are partially closed, lips puffy, her breath is heavy – chest heaving up and down since she hadn’t gotten the chance to properly catch her breath – and her cheeks are a rosy shade of red.

“y/n…” mina murmurs. her tone is whiny and desperate, and all it urges you to do is close the distance again.

first, you’re exchanging saliva as you slide your tongue in, sloppily making out as you shift mina over to the counter of the bathroom sink. her moans are muffled as you kiss her and it leaves you ravenous, wanting to hear it clearly. the two of you indulge in each other, just as you’ve been craving for years.

you fall to her jaw, then the soft skin of her neck, spending your time marking it up and tending to it how you’ve been wanting to. no, needing to.

mina grips your shoulder tight and her head tilts back as her lips part. it’s odd, this is what you’ve been craving, but there’s a uneasy feeling in your stomach and it’s not from anything you’ve consumed.

“shit,” you murmur, partially because mina’s tugging at your hair again, but mainly because the realization hits you: mina’s under the influence. “what am i doing.”

the spell she’s casted on you by giving you the taste of her lips finally wore off, it takes a good amount of self-restraint to pull away one last time – and this time it’s for real, you don’t dive back into her pool of temptation – though you linger a moment, lips dangerously close to the skin just above the crook of her neck.

again, you look at her: hair messy, eyes now opening, and a pout plastered on her face.

“y/n… please, keep going.” you can’t, you know better than to keep going, despite how bad you want it.

“we should get going, minari.”

“but i need you, please.” fuck. fucking shit. you want her too, more than words can tell.

“mina…” you start, bringing a hand to cup her cheek. she leans into the touch, not hesitating for a second. mina’s beautiful, you know that. she’s against the counter of the bathroom and the only thing you can really notice right is how beautiful she is despite the music from outside getting louder. it’s strange – time slows down for a moment.

your fingers push the strands of hair that messily frame her face behind her ear and she frowns harder. against a canvas of flushed cheeks and pale skin, her eyes radiate an ethereal luminescence under the glow of the bathroom light. exuding an ineffable brilliance. her eyes, wow, her eyes are pretty in the moment. they’re staring at you and captivating your senses, holding you captive as you try to fight everything telling you to go on with your desires.

“you drank lots, didn’t you?” you ask, laughing a little to shake off your nerves. two beers is the equivalent of “lots” for mina. enough to make her all hazy and cuddly. “let’s go.” you insist, “home isn’t far and i can drive. i only had a can of beer, and i have work in the afternoon.”

“why can’t you just— fuck, y/n, i just—“

“we can talk when you’re sober.”

mina mumbles something under her breath, the sound of her voice thin and vulnerable. you hold her hand and squeeze it gently before letting out a breath.

“stay close, you were stumbling earlier.” you insist, “keep my hand in yours, ‘kay?”

you don’t let mina respond and instead, you’re out the door with her hand in yours trying to find your way out of the overwhelming atmosphere. trying to get yourselves home so you can compose yourself in an environment that isn’t making your skull pulse.

momo is dancing with sana, heat radiating off the both of them as their mutual allure drags them closer and the alcohol kicks in. momo’s eyes are only on sana, that is until she catches two familiar figures struggling to pass by the crowd blocking the door.

your hand slides down and snakes around mina’s waist, keeping her ever closer as you swim through the crowd and towards the door. sana looks at momo, who’s looking in a different direction, then turns to see what’s up with whatever is going on. “whatever is going on” is something that has sana smiling cheekily, giggling and then turning back to momo.

“you see it too?” voice low yet audible as sana speaks into momo’s ear, lips brushing against the lobe. “i wonder if they had any fun. most likely, knowing how y/n is.”

“mm, maybe,” momo mumbles, distracted by the woman placing a hand on her chest. momo gulps, then faces sana fully and smirks. “maybe… they’ve never been that close, touchy yeah but…” momo shakes her head. her hand slides to the curve of her waist and pinches just barely, just enough for sana to gasp. “let’s find out tomorrow and find out way to the bathroom instead, hm?”

sana smiles, nodding eagerly before they find their way out the crowd and into the same bathroom you and mina had been in.

it takes a few at least ten curses under your breath before you reach the door, opening it and slipping past like you had done before with the entrance to the backyard – though this time, none of you are afraid of being close.

mina is following you, your hand still on her waist – holding onto her even though it’s not necessary – and leading her to the car.

another small curse slips your lips while looking for your keys, scared that you’ve lost them throughout your late night rendezvous. luckily, they’re shoved in one of your pockets, you sigh out a breath of relief as you press the small unlocked logo.

you help mina get into the passengers seat, then close the door for her and get into the drivers seat yourself. once you close your own door, you reach over mina and grab her seatbelt, invading her personal bubble with your own body. mina watches you with tired eyes, watches you grab the end and fasten her seatbelt with a click of the locks. before you lean back into your space, mina stops you, putting a hand on your shoulder.

she presses her lips to your temple – sloppily and sweetly – then leans back into her seat, closing her eyes.

you huff, then your lips curve--? turn? they display something that’s something in between a frown and smile, something that shows both at the same time, even if it sounds impossible.

the engine starts, you turn to look at mina once more, then drive.

-

hangovers are not for the weak, and they’re surely not for mina.

mina wakes up and it feels like she’s gotten run over countless times in the head. she groans and sinks into her matress more, hugging the pillow in her arms and then groaning once more – if the first, annoyed one wasn’t enough already.

she tries to recall everything from last night, only remembers a brief image of chaeyoung and a beer in her hand; and then everything else. everything.

it’s like being hit by a life-threatening gust of wind that’s trying to knock you over and over, it hits all at once and keeps bombarding you more and more and more. each gust is worse than the one before. it feels like being stuck in the middle of the sea while waves keep crashing and crashing and crashing against you. that’s how mina feels when the memories come piling back.

she remembers the push and pull – desperate fingers clawing at cloth or skin, lips parting so the two of you oculd catch your breaths – she remembers the sensation of it all – her shoulder blades meeting the material of the door – the chill of the material making her shiver – your tongue against her own, the teeth nipping at her skin, and shit she even remembered the smell of your perfume: amber and vanilla. she could seriously lose herself in that fragrance if it meant being that close to you again.

mina jumps when she hears three knocks, groggily rubbing her eyes before seeing someone her bedroom door. her eyes are squinty, but the figure is unmistakable. mina feels her cheeks burn again, and now she’s figuring out that they always grow warm whenever you’re around.

“hey… morning.” you greet softly, smiling. “i um, i have work soon. i just wanted to let you know there’s advil and vitamins on your bedside before i left. figured you’d need it.”

“t-thank you.” mina stutters embarrassingly. “y/n i’m sorr—”

“let’s talk about it later. just take your time, you have work later, right?”

“shit,” she mutters, closing her eyes tight and pinching the bridge of her nose. “yeah.”

“i’ll be home later, you should ask momo to take you.”

“i’ll do that, yeah.” mina answers. she watches you nod awkwardly, and then without a word; you leave.

--

mina calls momo later, later as in 12 o’clock pm because there’s no way momo would ever be up before then on a saturday – especially not after a party with sana around. still, momo answers tiredly, voice all stuffy and low.

“mina it’s so fucking early can we please—”

“come, now.” mina orders, “i’m tired too but i really need to talk to you and i’m saying this as in it’s urgent. you know it is if i’m begging like this. momo please come, now.”

she hears momo groan on the other end of the line, a few seconds of silence pass before momo answers: “give me ten.”

“thanks.”

momo gets to the apartment in thirty minutes and mina answers the door, making the older woman look at her shockingly. mina’s hair is disheveled with some strands loosely having a mind of their own. her eyes peer at momo tiredly, and she’s wearing an oversized tee with pajama pants to finish the “i just got out of bed and no hangover remedy could fix the headache i have” look.

“um, morning sunshine?” momo tries. mina turns and walks over to the couch, landing on it exhaustedly. momo follows over and sits down in the space next to her, watching her stare up at the ceiling.

“i think—no, yeah we definitely…” the younger woman starts, shutting her eyes. “there’s a hickey on my neck and i know it’s from last night. i remember, vaguely – but also so much at the same time.”

momo deadpans. “mina what the fuck are you saying.”

mina practically breaks her neck trying to lift it up just to glare at momo. “y/n gave me the hickey.”

“holy shit mina, that’s great! so you guys fuc-“

“no. i think we just… madeout.” mina sounds dissapointed when she says it, and she definitely is. “y/n’s being distant and i’m just—scared i ruined everything.”

the younger woman groans again, then leans back against the cushion. momo watches and moves over to sit criss-cross on the couch now, pulling mina by the wrists to sit her up. “stop moping, you kissed her. you’ve been complaining to me like, ages about her.”

“what if she regrets it?”

“i doubt it. maybe y/n is just worried that you regret it, i mean, you seemed pretty fucked last night.”

“i wish i were.” it slips out of mina’s mouth, momo tilts her head in surprise, this isn’t something mina would say, ever – at least out loud. “don’t start.” mina warns, glaring at her friend.

“i wasn’t going to.” momo assures, putting her hands up in defense. “maybe you should talk to her, she’s picking you up after work today, right?”

fuck.

“yeah.”

“perfect. good time to bond then.” momo chirps – mina deadpans, then collapses into the cushions again.

“i can count on both hands how many years we’ve known each other, i just can’t lose her.”

“you won’t. don’t worry, everything will be fine.”

-

mina’s worrying, and everything is not fine.

mina cannot take her mind off of you, the night before, and just you in general. it’s you you you you you running through her mind as she collects tips from the old couple in the corner of the restaurant. even as they compliment mina’s features she can’t help but think of you. it’s only you, you’re plaguing her mind even worse than how you did while she was all hot and heavy.

you tap at the wheel anxiously with your pointer and middle finger – a habit you’ve developed as soon as you had gotten your license at seventeen – as you wait for mina. the restaurant closes at 10, but mina’s leaving at seven because she can’t do closing shifts, you remember her rambles and complaints. you remember everything about her.

work had been as rough for you as it had been for mina, just the thought of her pulling you closer, bruising your lips, and just her drove you crazy. it took everything in you to function normally as people would come up to you asking where a certain book was in the library you worked at or if you could renew their copy of who fucking knows what novel.

your head shoots up when you see a familiar figure step out from the entrance to the restaurant. she pats down her clothes and adjusts the bag that hangs from her shoulders. mina looks at you through the window and you simply smile at her, fixing your posture. she smiles back and walks towards the car, then gets into the passengers seat.

you greet her like you always do: “hey.”

“hi.”

“how was work?”

“busy, but good tips.” she says, putting on her seatbelt and desperately trying to compose herself. “how was your work?”

“good, good. just the usual.”

“could be worse.”

“yeah.” she responds. there’s a short silence that sits in the air and that urges you to start driving. mina looks forward, but still, she can see you shifting the stick with your hands – the hands that were leaving mina breathless.

the car ride is silent, deathly silent.

sure, carrides back to the apartment after mina’s shifts have always been pretty nonverbal, but at least a few jokes and anecdotes were shared. the only thing shared is the silence, it makes you grip the wheel tight and has mina facing out her window.

“did you um, eat yet?”

“yeah, did you?”

“yeah… jonathan gave me half his sandwich before i clocked out.”

“good.”

“yeah.”

you reach the apartment complex after the most apprehensive car ride you’ve ever been in – which says a lot, considering the fact that you’ve been in a car driven by sana. not the best experience ever, she’s definitely a passenger princess, and should stay one.

the engine stops, you two get out the car at the same time – no words exchanged, but you’re both thinking the same thing – and then you hold out your hand so mina can give you her bag, just like always. the two of you head into the complex with you following behind mina, then up the stairs to your shared place.

the tension is cleared for a moment, mina watches you fish for the keys in your hoodie pocket, only for you to drop them on the floor and curse under your breath. mina laughs, you laugh with her and this is the first time you two have shared eye contact since last night, probably.

“you’re so clumsy, always.” mina snickers, looking at you with a gummy smile. you roll your eyes and put the key into the lock, twisting it right and responding,

“shut up.” you say in a tone of fake annoyance.

the door opens and you step inside, mina follows behind. your shoulders sink, untensing as soon as you close it again.

“i’m sorry, i made a move while you were drunk and if i hadn’t controlled myse—”

“shut up.” mina orders, using one hand to pull you close by the wrist and the other hand immediately slides to the back of your neck as she closes the distance again.

mina kisses you first this time, and now both your senses are fully there, no alcohol to fuck any of you over this time. you almost stumble backwards from how ttaken aback you are, but shortly after the contact you’re kissing her with the same force.

you drop the bag in your hand – it’ll be tomorrows problem, it’s not that big of a deal anyway – and cup her cheeks, slowly inching forward towards any surface that’ll keep you two from fucking on the floor right then and there. where’s the fun when there’s no action building up to everything?

mina’s feels the marble of the counter in the kitchen above her waist as you push her against it. her hands find the edge and grip onto it tightly as your hands start to roam down the curve of her hips. mina’s tugging at your hair and it earns a small whine from you, and then she’s swiping her tongue against your bottom lip since it’s the only way to ask you to sloppily make out with her without pulling away for too long.

it’s actually not that sloppy, it’s like your tongues know each other already, they accustom to each other almost immediately. minutes – it feels like hours – pass and you pull away to glance at her for a moment; cheeks? flushed. pupils? taking over mina’s eyes completely from how dilated they are. your lips? oh, they’re craving more of the woman trapped between your arms right now.

your lips fall to her jaw, pressing feathery kisses that leave her breath shaky. when mina thinks it can’t get any better, you take your time tending to her neck – which, is too empty for your liking – sucking, nipping, doing anything that’ll make her have to wear a scarf, your hoodie, or extra foundation the next morning.

as you mark up her skin, she blindly reaches to take off the jacket you’re wearing, and you reach for the end of her black shirt that she has on, then slide it off her figure.

you eye her up and down, lingering on her chest. “fuck, fuck i want to leave you a mess.”

“do it then.”

“gladly.” you say. mina feels a pulse in between her legs.

the two of you make it to mina’s room and leave pieces of clothing out on the way. mina grows louder with each kiss, and you grow touchier.

she pushes you through the door – you make sure to quickly turn on the lights so you can get a good view of her the whole night – and then her hand is on your chest, pushing you down on the bed. you prop yourself up with both hands, watching her take off her black pants and then making her way to your lap.

you can’t help but smirk at her, smirk at the exposed skin, the new territory, the groove down her abdomen, everything. she’s grinding on your lap and it feels like a dream, but it isn’t, not when you’re hyperaware of your hand sliding up the smooth skin of mina’s ribs, hyperaware of all the contact, the heavy breaths, the shaky ones, mina’s arms around your neck.

“my bra, take it off.” she orders. of course you’ll comply, it’s mina telling you this after all.

you slide your hands over her skin and feel her shiver against you, then you unhook her bra, sliding it off and throwing it somewhere around the room.

“fuck,” is all you can say. mina’s topless, she’s on your lap, straddling you, and you give up on trying to savor anything because all it’ll do is make you short circuit. it’s all so much to handle, far too much for you, so mina helps you out while she watches you amusingly.

“just gonna check me out? how about you use that mouth of yours again baby.”

“yeah.”

mina moans as soon as you indulge in her tits. she trembles as your hold on her tightens, as you swirl your tongue around her nipple, and as your other hand stimulates her other breast. she grinds against you, trying to ease the tension down in her soaked pussy, but it’s no use. she thinks she might cum just from you tending to her chest, and honestly she could—she might.

but you won’t let her reach her high that easily, not so quick. you need to savor everything—well as much as your overwhelmed brain can — because this is mina.

“so,” you kiss her breast once more, then pull away with a slight ‘pop’ sound. “fucking pretty.”

she throws her head back as you trail back up to hee neck, sinking your teeth until you get the faint hint of blood on your taste buds.

“i’ve been wanting to do this for years.”

mina’s breathless. “hnghh— yeah, fuck y/n, me too—“

you stand up slowly snd hold onto mina, who’s still straddling you. her legs wrap around your waist and she lets out a sharp breath as you turn over and set her down on her back. you stand in between her legs, then brush a finger over her nipple while running a hand down her stomach. her skin twitches as you trail down to her underwear, sliding two fingers under the rim of it and pulling it off.

“you’re so pretty mina, always have been.” you mumble, brushing your fingers over the sensitive area. “bet you sound even prettier when im going down on you.”

“y/n,” mina gasps, watching you lower yourself so that you face her cunt — it’s aching, it’s craving. “please.”

you kiss the inside of her thighs lovingly. “if you say so.”

mina’s hand grips at the sheets tightly as soon as your lips meet where she needs, a loud moan reverberates around the room. you work at her pussy with your mouth at first, eating her out at more relaxed pace since this is your first time with her. when mina ruts her hips and pushes your tongue further into her, you quicken the pace and add a finger in.

“oh fuck y/n, ngh— keep going, don’t stop.”

she twitches and jerks around the more you fuck her, a plethora of whiny moans of your name leaving her mouth. another finger is added in, plunging in and curling at the spot that makes mina’s hand immediately move to your head, gripping your hair tightly as she loses her voice.

“c’mon, gonna cum soon?”

“y-yeah, fuck i’m so, fuck, so close.”

you reach up for mina’s hand, accidentally meeting her wrist but then finding her fingers and intertwining them with your own. mina’s thighs close around your head slightly, making you groan into her lazily. then, mina moans loudly, so loud and it sounds like a near cry. her thighs tremble around you, and she holds your hand tightly as her chest heaves up and down.

you slow down your pace, taking your fingers out and savoring mina’s essence with your tongue. she’s sweet and warm, you’re drunk on her arousal. the repeated murmurs of your name ring throughout the room like a song you could listen to and never get tired of. her grip loosens and you pull away, climbing up the beauty of mina’s body and leaving kisses as you make your way up to her jawline.

she lazily puts her hand on your neck, then gradually pushes her fingers into your scalp as you kiss her lips. she tastes herself off you, then hums once she’s satisfied.

when you pull away she’s looking at you with hooded eyes, putting her hand on your cheek and rubbing her thumb against your warm skin.

“everything okay?” you ask, and mina just kisses you.

“i’m tired.” she mumbles against your lips after a peck, “stay and sleep here.”

“i didn’t plan on leaving.” you say, laughing lightly. “let’s clean up a little, okay?”

mina nods and kisses you again, letting herself sink into the cushion as you run your hands down the side of her body.

-

the morning after is so normal it’s as if you two have been fucking ever since you moved in together.

there’s some morning pillow talk that consists of you groaning into mina’s bare skin and her teasing you for being so tired. her hands massage your scalp and your lips kiss the skin that covers her ribs. her cheeks flush.

“do you have work?” she asks, voice low and tired.

“no, do you?”

“no.” she mutters, “let’s sleep in.”

“okay.” you say. you weakly lift yourself up so you can lay your head on her shoulder. “how long have you been wanting to do that?”

she turns around so you’re spooning her, then lazily moves your hand over with her own so that your arm is over her body. you pull her closer and she answers, “sophomore year.”

“highschool?”

“yeah.”

you laugh. “why didn’t you say anything earlier?”

“you were too busy getting attention from other girls.” mina says annoyingly, though she scoots back so she’s closer to you. “didn’t want to waste my time waiting in line.”

“you should’ve skipped the line.” you feel for her hand and hold it, linking your fingers together. “i’ve liked you since middle school and you never noticed.”

if mina weren’t half asleep she would’ve had a bigger reaction, she’d be punching your shoulder and scolding you for being such a coward for not telling her. but what use is it when she’s already living the scene she’s been dreaming about for years. your breath is warm on her skin and she’s too content to yell at you.

mina yawns. “well it’s all figured out now, sleep.”

you kiss her shoulder and smile. “okay.”

[yourdarlingx]

okay i have fics in the works for all of these but you will decide which i prioritize and they’ll release in order from here

mcvadi

samo fluff

huh yunjin

illit maknaef!reader hc’s

Voting ended onJul 5

[yourdarlingx]

Can you write mommykink garsantos... and can I be 🪷 anon..?

Fuck you Me

parings . brattamertop!yolanda garcia x brattysub!trinity santos

synopsis . garsantos head cannons

warnings . minimal mommy kink, implied rough sex

a/n . thank you for the request!! i tried to make a story out of this but it wasn’t looking great so here’s some hc’s this is also pretty short and im so sorry abt that. love yall and keep sending rec’s

୨ৎ brattamertop!yolanda enjoys being teasing to trinity at work making cocky remarks to annoy her anytime they cross paths.

“what happened to that smart mouth?”

୨ৎ brattysub!trinity gets angry with yolanda saying she doesn’t listen to her but yolanda claims she listens to her when she’s spread open.

୨ৎ brattamertop!yolanda is frustrated that trinity keeps starting arguments and mouthing off to people about how she sucks as a partner so she drives all her anger into fucking her brains out that very night.

“what’s my name, baby?”

“mommy—fuck! please….”

“when you bad mouth me to your friends i bet you don’t tell them about how good i fuck you, hm?”

୨ৎ brattysub!trinity is demanding in the bed. telling yolanda what to do when to do it and refusing to beg.

୨ৎ brattamertop!yolanda ‘s goal is to fuck that bratty attitude right out of her. majority of the time, she succeeds.

୨ৎ brattysub!trinity is a little embarrassed when all is said and done. she’d make a lot of claims before sex and garcia would flip every statement. leaving her ruined and wrong.

୨ৎ brattamertop!yolanda ‘s style of aftercare is cleaning up and laying next to trin and talking until she falls asleep.

[s3ashel3lls]

take me bsck to beautiful chaos era and and the gap ad and gabriela and 2025 lolla and the besutiful chaos tour and pink bangs megan AND TIMELAPSE MAPHINZ AND MAPHINZ IN GEBERAL PLEAZE I AM GOING INSANE I MISS MAPHINZ SO FAWKING MUCH IT FAWKING HURTS I START SOBBING EVERYTIME I SEE AN EDIT OF THEM PLS I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE BTING MR BACK KATSEYE IN 2025 PLEASE IM LOSING MY FAWKING MIND GET ME OUT OF HERE *gunshots* *screaming* *sirens* *babies crying* *other really loud violent noises*

[yourdarlingx]

this is how i feel when i wake in the morning

[lowloser]

I have a million of thoughts rn….

[parkjihyo]

jihyo working out

[yourdarlingx]

i’m absolutely DRIPPING

[yourdarlingx]

hey…..talk to me please…..im bored send me anonymous requests and talk abt wtvr cause i wanna talk to you…i love you…..stay with me…..

please okay love you bye

- darling

[cherxwine]

good god I NEEED that

[yourdarlingx]

no you DONT UNDERSTAND

[yourdarlingx]

cooking up TWO pitt fics at once AND starting a le sserafim fic hope you’re hungry!!!

garsantos, mcvadi and yunjin stans please come to the front.

personally a barantos kinda girl but it’s okay…….

[yourdarlingx]

Breakup with your Boyfriend

pairings . idol!mina x idolfem! reader

synopsis . your current boyfriend is mina’s ex and, whilst at a fendi event, you find yourself more attracted to mina.

warnings . make out, getting caught(?), breast play, fingering, dry humping, mentions of MALE.

a/n . heeeyyy! i think im getting the hang of this! feel free to leave requests! i’ll make an anon list if you’d like!! <3 @pandainahat here’s your request, my love!

the lights flash and, you know the event has officially begun. the red carpet is busy and loud; your picture is being taken from every angle possible.

it’s overwhelming but at the same time thrilling.

the fendi team has you looking like an elegant figure of grace, drawing eyes from all around the carpet, including your boyfriend who you brought as a plus one and myoui mina.

something about her makes you nervous, you know that’s your boyfriend’s ex so, you assume she’s angry at you; you decide to steer clear of her not wanting to deal with that.

you’re escorted off the red carpet and into the event. your boyfriend trails behind you, looking around like he was just born.

“so like where….where do i go?” he asks, furrowing his eyebrows as if to public events are new to him.

“please, b/n, go mingle while i talk to these people, okay? when the show starts find my manager and she’ll sit you down.”

you roll your eyes at his cluelessness, sending him off.

you do interviews giving composed answers while still being funny and witty at the same time.

you chat with designers and fellow celebrities and throughout the whole event you feel mina’s eyes on you; tracing over you.

this time though, you catch her, making eye contact. she smiles at you and uses her index finger to beckon you over.

you excuse yourself from the designer you were talking to and make your way to mina.

as you approach her, her smile widens her eyes trailing up and down your body.

“y/n…it’s been a while, huh?” her eyes trace your body.

“yeah…did you need me-” she cuts you off.

“y/n, how is…..how is b/n? is he treating you well?” she asks although, her mind is somewhere else; the aura around you both is tight and filled with tension.

“he’s….he’s fine he is….really nice.” you stutter, not wanting to tell the truth.

“nice? really? he was ‘nice’ to me once also….so, how does he really treat you?”mina inquires her fingertips ghosting over your arm.

“he’s… really clueless and can’t please me at all it’s really frustrating.” tiredness laced in your tone; obviously annoyed with your boyfriend’s antics.

“i’ve been there, don’t you wish you could just..cut him out? explore….other options…” she gets closer to you, holding eye contact with you trying to lure you in.

you feel your cheeks heat up; a gasp escapes your lips as she places a hand on your waist.

“m-mina…there are cameras…b/n is here we shouldn’t—” she cuts you off once again.

“i don’t care. i’ve been wanting you for months now. b/n can’t stop me from taking what i want, nor can the cameras.”

mina gets closer and you know people are fliming you look away from her and whisper.

“let’s take this somewhere else.”

she takes you to a secluded area in the back of the event and roughly pushes you against the wall pressing her lips against yours.

mina’s hands roam your body as her lips move against yours. her knee slips between your legs pressing against your heat causing you to gasp.

she immediately takes advantage of your open mouth; slipping her tongue inside.

you moan into the kiss, your hands cupping her cheeks, pressing her into you even more.

mina starts kissing down your neck eliciting a moan out of you.

footsteps are heard.

you two immediately pull away but, it’s too late. you’ve been caught by b/n.

“are you fucking serious?” he barks. “you fuck my ex at your event.”

“b/n…i don’t know what you were expecting. you can’t please me, you’re unintelligent, you’re annoying. i’m going to go to the next best option because i can assure you, your ex’s fingers can most likely reach spots that your tiny dick cannot.” you argue rolling your eyes.

mina smirks and kisses your neck; flaunting you in front of his face.

he angrily sighs “i’m leaving, i’m getting a hotel and taking the next flight outta here.” he growls and storms off.

mina chuckles in your neck, still kissing you. “thank god you got rid of him…you’re mine now, right?”

“mmmhmmm….we should probably get back….the show will start soon.” you mumble.

she sighs “you’re right,” she gives you one last kiss before pulling away to face you. “let’s get back in there. but…after the event you should come to my hotel….”

“trying to get me in the bed, myoui?”

“maybe, do you want that?”

“hell yeah i do. come on let’s go.”

“wait.” mina takes a wet wipe from her purse and gets the lipstick marks off your neck with it.

“why do you have wet wipes?” you question surprised.

“they gave me a purse i put wet wipes in it. i knew i’d see you so, i brought things just in case. i also brought lipstick.” mina pulls a tube of lipstick out of her purse and puts it on her lips rubbing them together.

“someone came prepared.” you joke, mina then puts the lipstick on your lips and hums.

“it’s a little darker than what you wore before but, it’s fine.” she puts her lipstick back in the purse and grabs your hand as you both head back to the event.

the event is still as bustling as before. the second you enter the room again people practically snatch you away to talk or take pictures with you.

then, the attention is turned to the runway. models from all over the world wearing one brand on one stage. it’s an anticipated gala and, mina sits as the face of it all.

you’re seated not too far from mina. you nervous but, excited at the promise of more from.

the show begins, and the glamour that is displayed is rather remarkable.

when the show ends, everyone has a post show high. feelings of shock and admiration linger in the air as the memory of the gorgeous models on the stage remains in the audience’s minds.

you meet up with mina in the midst of the chaos. “are you ready to go?” you ask, tired of the loud event and you’re not one for after parties.

“yeah, my manager is talking to yours about us leaving this place together.” mina says, it’s obvious she’s ready to leave as well.

“okay.” you say and just like that your manager’s come back and escort you both to the sleek black car waiting outside.

the car ride isn’t too long, about 30 minutes to get there and when you arrive mina rushes you to elevator, trying to get you to the hotel room as quick as possible.

“mina hold on! these shoes!” you squeal as she practically makes you run.

when you arrive in the elevator mina leans in to kiss you but you stop her.

“mina, cameras.” you point at the camera and she whines annoyingly.

“i really wish this elevator would go quicker.” mina sighs, although a mere second after she says this the elevator doors open.

“looks like your wish came true.” you smile smugly.

you both walk to mina’s hotel room door. she unlocks it and, in a blink of an eye, you’re pushed against said door with mina’s lips on yours.

her hands travel to your clothes; basically ripping them off of you.

she gawks at the sight of your almost naked body for a split second before dragging you over to the bed.

she pushes you onto the bed; kicking your shoes off expertly. she kisses down your body until she makes it to your bra.

she uses one her hands to unclip your bra and the moan she lets out when she sees you is breathy and pathetic.

“holy-fuck, y/n, these pretty fucking tits.” she moans, groping your breasts. she takes one of your nipples in her mouth, sucking on it lightly.

you unzip her dress from the position she’s at needing to feel her skin. your heat grows and grows. you’re dripping down your thighs now.

mina sure is too; you can feel it.

“mina, please….” you whisper, barely able to muster anything else because of how incredibly turned on you are.

mina starts to gently press against your clit and your eyes roll to the back of your head; whining pathetically.

“beg for it, darling.” she purrs in your ear, pressing against you harder.

“please! fuck mina i need you bad! please-fuck!” mina puts her fingers inside you curling up towards the spot.

“such a good girl, you like it when my fingers are deep inside you, don’t you baby?

“yes! god yes!” your back arches and your hips buck forward trying to get her deeper.

mina lets her dress fall off her body; when it’s fully off her, she steps out of it. she settles herself on your thigh, rocking against it.

“mm-fuck-ah mina!” you feel yourself getting close already. usually your orgasm doesn’t near this quickly but, mina’s fingers hitting all the good spots and the sight of her dry humping you is doing wonders.

“f-fuck, y/n….” she moves against you faster; matching the pace of her fingers.

“shit!…‘mm close…” you breathe, mina picks up the speed.

“you’re close, darling?…. m-me too, baby…cum with me, okay?

the knot in your stomach tighten until it breaks; releasing on her fingers. you cry out

at the same time, mina cums on your thigh. she’s still rocking against you; repeating your name like she’s begging for forgiveness.

she falls beside you, chest heaving. you curl into her, needing to feel her warmth.

“you did so good for me, my love.” she kisses your head.

“thank you.” you mumble, struggling to keep your eyes open.

“go to sleep, jagi, i’ll clean up.”

just like that your eyes flutter closed, falling asleep in her arms.

[yourdarlingx]

can I request a Mina fic?? Totally up to u the plot!

writing one now!!! will tag u when it’s out!! <33

[yourdarlingx]

Closer

jihyo x bartenderfem!reader

synopsis . jihyo meets you at a bar and immediately obsessed

tags . smut/fluff, munching r!receiving, tribbing, light praise kink

a/n . first fic letsss goooooo lmk if you like it and pls give me requests!!

2:00 am the bar is bustling with people the sound of loud music, men who are drunk, and chatter fill your ears as you to mix drinks for customers.

your shift is a mere hour from ending and you’re trying to push through it. a customer sits in the stool in front of you. you barely register it, as you’re mid pouring another customer’s drink, saying the line you’ve repeated hundreds of times throughout the night.

“hello, what can i get you?” you deadpan looking up.

you nearly spill the drink.

jihyo from twice and sana standing right behind her. the air rushes out of your lungs. you’re a huge fan of twice and you were supposed to be at their show tonight but you missed it cause of work. jihyo smiles at you before she speaks.

“hi, please excuse my english, can i get….two beers and an ice water?” she speaks, the big charming smile still on her pretty face. that’s enough to make your heart beat.

“o-okay…budweiser or ultra and would you like those beers in a can or a glass?” you replied, passing the drink you were pouring previously to the person who ordered it.

“uhm…both budweiser and cans please.” jihyo answered, seemingly watching you closely. her eyes tracing your body

you hand her the drinks and smile at her, hands lightly brushing each other. “thank you so much!” she beams, taking the cans, excitedly passing a can to sana who also thanks you.

as you move on to other customers jihyo watches you. her eyes follow your every movement. she notices an unfamiliar heat building in her. an undeniable attraction. her gaze is dark and lustful as she watches you.

“she’s working diligently.” jihyo mumbles, barely paying attention to anythng around her. “i’ll tip her well.” sana says taking a sip of her beer. “No worries, sana, i’ll tip her real well.” jihyo says with a slight smirk on her face. “you’re so gross.” sana gags, rolling her eyes.

almost like clockwork, you come back around to check on the two women. “is everything alright?”you ask, feeling your heart stutter at the sight of the two women.

“same beer please.” sana smiles brightly, proud of her broken english. you pass her a new beer and turn to jihyo. “do you need anything?”

there’s a a beat of silence that’s just jihyo analyzing your face before speaking. “sorry, do you know when you”ll…leave here?” jihyo asks, suddenly shy.

“you mean when my shift ends?’ you giggle at her. “yeah, when does your shift end?” “in about 40 minutes, why? are you you trying to take me out?”

“would you be okay if i was?” jihyo leans closer, leaning over the bar, taking in the scent of your perfume.

“yeah…yeah i would. hang around, i’ll come get you when my shift ends. i get out early today because i was held back from some plans i had.” you scrunch your nose at her, a little flirty token you use on occasions.

“what plans?” jihyo sparks conversation, trying to keep you with her longer, tracing her fingers up your shoulder. her eyes searching yours. not for anything in particular, just to look at you.”

“i was gonna see a concert tonight but, we’re short staffed so i was called in anyway.” you mumble, trying not to hint that you know who they are, as not to make them uncomfortable.

“what concert?” she ponders, hoping for you to say twice.

“twice..” you mumble avoiding eye contact.

“really? jihyo gasps. “do you have a bias?”

you catch on to the act and begin to play along. “jihyo.”

“oh? jihyo? interesting…any reason why?” she says leaning closer.

“i’ll tell you later; i have some customers. just….stay here.” you quickly head to some new people sitting at the bar who might’ve been waiting a while.

“so like….what do you plan on doing with her? do you just want sex from her or…?” sana ponders turning towards jihyo.

“with her looks? definitely not. hopefully i can keep her for as long as i can.” jihyo mumbles her eyes still following you.

“best figure that out. she lives in the states and long distance relationships are hard enough especially when they’re overseas.” taking a sip of her beer, she follows jihyo’s gaze at you on the other side of the bar; taking someone’s order while pouring a different person’s drink.

“i know, i could make it work. tonight i’ll give her my number we keep talking and if we start dating we’ll figure it out then.” jihyo shrugs taking a sip of her beer, now warm as it’s been neglected since she got it.

the energy of the bar dies down. the big wave of people have slowly filed out, leaving only the people who enjoy staying out this late at night. sana has gone to flirt with a pretty girl in a corner of the bar. only a few hours till closing but, you’ve already clocked out and have met jihyo on the other side of the bar.

“about time.” muttered stepping closer to you.

“where are we going?” you meet her eyes noticing how they wander over your body. “you have a show tomorrow, right? if so we should go to yours. i wanna make sure you’re well rested.”

“you’re right. i’d like to do the same. you’ve worked hard.” jihyo takes your bag from your hands and you both walk outside.

the cool night air biting at your skin as you walk hand in hand with jihyo. talking about everything and nothing at the same time. you feel a sense of peace with jihyo that you haven’t felt with anyone in a while.

the walk to jihyo’s hotel isn’t entirely too long. it’s about a mile at most but, by the end of the walk you are winded.

the hotel room door opens, you take your shoes off and practically fly to the bed.

jihyo walks in behind you, chuckling, placing your bag on the chair next to the bed and taking her shoes off.

“jesus, y/n, you’re acting like that walk took years off your life.” she sits on the bed next to you; facing you and playing with your hair gently.

“it did!” you exclaim, laying still trying to regain your energy back after that walk.

you two sit in silence like that for a few minutes. jihyo simply looking at you and playing with your hair. you aren’t doing anything at all and yet it feels very intimate. although you’ve just met jihyo, you already trust her with your whole life.

after a while of silence you finally break it with a quiet question. “why do you always look at me like that?” you sit up a bit wanting to hear the answer.

“i’m like…really attracted to you…” jihyo shyly admits.

“really?” “yeah…you’re really pretty….and sweet. i just can’t help my attraction towards you.”

you sit up scooting closer to her; your face right in front of hers. you stare at her for a moment taking in all her features before pressing your lips on hers.

the feeling of her lips against yours is pure heaven. she moves closer to you putting a hand behind your neck to make you turn your head to deepen the kiss.

as the kiss deepens, things get more heated.

her hands trail up your body, exploring you. feeling every square inch she can reach. she presses closer to you; deepening the kiss. you scoot even closer straddling her.

she slowly guides you to grind on her, needing to feel a friction between you. your clothed, wet, cunt slowly moves against jihyo’s lap and, it’s not enough. you try to move faster but jihyo won’t let you holding your hips in place.

the kiss breaks and you let out a breathy moan. “fuck jihyo….please…” you quietly beg; your hips moving at a slow, agonizing pace.

“please what, baby?”she mumbles in your neck, kissing and sucking at it leaving marks that’ll burn later.

“just…touch me….please…” you breath out desperately which, turns jihyo on a lot.

jihyo flips you over; climbing on top of you. kissing down your neck and collarbones. she rips your shirt of your head and takes a second and looks at you, taking in your half naked form.

she leans back in, kissing your chest as she gropes your breasts. “you’re so beautiful, baby.” she rasps in your ear, unclipping your bra expertly.

jihyo quickly takes off her own shirt and bra, needing to feel your skin against hers.

she presses her chest against your stomach as she takes your nipple in her mouth. biting and licking at it while she fumbles with the buttons of your pants; pulling them down.

“please….please….jihyo i need you…” you whine, your nails scratching up her back. begging for your touch.

your slick has grown, creating a wet patch on your underwear. jihyo feels this, and she lets out a guttural moan at the knowledge that she got you this wet.

“all this for me, hmm? such a good girl…” she runs her fingers over your clothed heat before pulling your underwear all the way off.

she gasps at the sight of your drenched cunt, feeling heat rush down to her own core.

“holy fuck, y/n….” she licks a stripe up your pussy, moaning as she does so.

you immediately throw your head back at the pleasure; your hips rutting into her face. “jihyo fuck! oh my god!”

jihyo eats you out like a starving woman. her tongue delving into every crevice finding every single spot that feels good.

she almost drives you to a mind blowing orgasm.

almost.

she pulls back and you groan. “you’ve got to be fucking kidding me…”

jihyo is rushing to take off her pants. “i need to feel you…” she rasps, successfully removing her pants.

she climbs on top of you. her dripping wet cunt touches yours and she begins to rock against you. your clits rubbing against each other creating a delicious friction that makes you cry out.

“oh my—fuck jihyo!” you scream, arching your back into the pleasure your orgasm building again quickly.

jihyo, who isn’t necessarily as whiny as you, is moaning and silently cursing above you. “fuck, fuck, fuck, y/n..”

“i-i’m close, j-jihyo…” you breathe out, your hands gripping her thighs to ground yourself.

“me too, baby…cum with me, okay?”jihyo picks up the pace, rubbing against you moaning praises in your ear.

“cum for me, baby.” and just like that you’ve both released. your back arches and you repeat her name like a prayer.

“jihyo, jihyo—fuck! god, jihyo!” you moan, your grip on her thighs tightens, still moaning as you come down.

jihyo watches you and groans, coming down from her own high. she collapses next you, her breathing heavy.

she turns to look at you, moving your hair from your face. “you’re so pretty, baby.”

you turn to look at jihyo, you nuzzle in her side before looking up at her. “we’ll do that again, right?”

“of course, honey, of course…” she reassures, rubbing your back. “get some rest i’ll clean you up in a moment.”

“make sure you get some too…i know you have a show tomorrow.” you yawn, your eyes getting heavier by the second.

“goodnight, darling, i’ll be here when you wake up.” at those words you feel your eyes flutter shut. a wave of drowsiness overcomes you as you fall asleep. feeling safer than you’ve ever felt before.

[yourdarlingx]

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