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how deep is your love? ₊˚⊹ ᰔ
Hello everyone! NINI. 19teen (almost twenty). she her. wlw. i’m a loser lesbian. nasahyo biased. ot9. stream feel special. i write for fun, so stay tuned for more!
Driving Lessons
ִֶָ࣪☾. Jihyo x Fem! Reader
☘︎ Genre: Fluff || Twice TV Vlog
☘︎ Summary: You and Jihyo decided to accompany Jeongyeon and Nayeon on their chaotic driving lesson.
☘︎ W.C: 2.01k
☘︎ Warnings: No warnings, maybe because your heart might collapse due to the amount of fluffiness this oneshot has;)
☘︎ Credits: @firefly-graphics for the free dividers!
☘︎ A/n: A little fluffy oneshot, more on the chaotic side. Reader is also Jeongyeon’s younger sister who just so happened to bag Jihyo😛. Oh, and I’m back!! Happy Pride month ya’ll, we all deserve sunshine<3
Being Jeongyeon’s little sister was one thing, being the sister that bagged Jeongyeon’s best friend was another. Yoo Y/n, 27, a professional photographer and is known in the basketball league. You fell for Jihyo when your sister decided it was a good idea to bring her to the house on your day off to have dinner and catch up. It was fine at first, ignoring the fact you were practically lazing around when they both entered the flat, making you jump onto your feet and scramble to look atleast a bit presentable. You looked at Jeongyeon that night with a silent scowl “You could’ve told me?!” you whispered as you put on a decent shirt, Jeongyeon chuckling “Oh please, I know you have eyes for her, this could be a good chance to have some bonding.” Jeongyeon teased, looking at you as you stared back at Jeongyeon baffled “Yeah, but could’ve chosen any other day over this!”
STOLEN MOMENT
CHARACTERS. minatozaki sana × female reader
SUMMARY. during a rare quiet afternoon at the dorm, you and sana finally get some time alone together. as you enjoy a private moment away from the pressures of idol life, an unexpected interruption forces you to confront the possibility that your relationship may no longer be a secret.
WARNINGS. suggestive, pure fluff
The dorm was unusually quiet for a Saturday afternoon. Most of the members had scattered for various schedules—Jihyo at a radio show, Nayeon filming a variety program, Momo and Sana's usual dance practice partners conspicuously absent. You'd learned to cherish these rare pockets of peace in the chaotic world of Idols.
"Finally," Sana sighed, pulling you through the doorway of her shared bedroom. Her fingers intertwined with yours felt warm, familiar. "I thought we'd never get a moment alone."
You smiled at the dramatic pout on her lips. Even after six months of secret dating, Sana's theatrics never failed to make your heart flutter. "We saw each other three days ago."
"Three days too long," she countered, tugging you down to sit beside her on the bed. The afternoon sunlight streaming through the window caught the honey tones in her hair, and you couldn't help but reach up to tuck a strand behind her ear.
Sana leaned into your touch, her eyes fluttering closed. "I missed this. Missed you."
"I'm right here," you whispered, closing the distance between you. The kiss was soft at first, the way it always started when you'd been apart. But Sana had never been one for restraint.
Her hand came up to cup your jaw, deepening the kiss as she shifted closer. You felt her smile against your lips before she pulled back just enough to murmur, "I hate sneaking around like this."
"I know." You brushed your thumb across her cheekbone. "But until our companies—"
"I know, I know." She cut you off with another kiss, this one more insistent. "Can we just... not think about that right now?"
How could you say no to that?
Sana's fingers found the hem of your shirt, slipping underneath to trace patterns on your skin. You shivered at the contact, your own hands settling on her waist. She was wearing one of her favorite oversized sweaters, soft beneath your palms.
"Sana," you breathed as her lips trailed from your mouth to your jaw, down to your neck.
"Hmm?" She hummed against your skin, and you felt the vibration all the way to your toes.
"The door—"
"Locked it," she assured you between kisses. "Everyone's out. We have time."
Time. Such a precious commodity in your world. You decided to stop overthinking and just feel.
Your hands slid up her back as she guided you down onto the bed, her body following yours. The weight of her was comforting, grounding. Her hair fell around you like a curtain, blocking out everything except her—her smile, her warmth, the way she looked at you like you were the only person in the world.
"You're beautiful," Sana whispered, her fingers working at the buttons of your shirt with surprising deftness. "Have I told you that today?"
"You texted me that at 6 AM," you laughed, helping her by shrugging out of your shirt once she'd undone the last button.
"That was hours ago. It bears repeating." She pressed a kiss to your collarbone, then lower. "Beautiful."
Your breath hitched as her hands explored, mapping territories they'd charted before but that somehow always felt new. You tugged at her sweater, and she sat up just long enough to pull it over her head, tossing it somewhere across the room.
The afternoon light painted her skin golden, and for a moment you just stared. Even now, it felt surreal—that Minatozaki Sana, the idol who graced magazine covers and sold out stadiums, was here with you like this.
"Stop looking at me like that," she said, but her blush betrayed how much she liked it.
"Like what?"
"Like you can't believe I'm real." She leaned down, her lips brushing against yours. "I'm real. And I'm yours."
The kiss that followed made your head spin. Sana had a way of making you forget everything—the secrecy, the pressure, the constant fear of discovery. In moments like this, there was only her.
Your positions shifted, rolling until you hovered over her. Her hair splayed across the pillow, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she looked up at you with dark, wanting eyes. Your fingers found the clasp of her bra, and she arched into your touch as you—
The door swung open.
"Sana-unnie, have you seen my— OH MY GOD!"
You'd never moved so fast in your life. In a blur of panic and mortification, you practically threw yourself off Sana, scrambling for the blanket to cover her as she let out a strangled yelp.
Standing in the doorway, hand still on the handle, face rapidly turning the color of a tomato, was Dahyun. Her eyes were wide as saucers, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.
"I—you—the door was—I didn't—" Dahyun stammered, her gaze bouncing frantically between you, Sana, and literally anywhere else she could look. "I'M SO SORRY!"
"Dahyun!" Sana squeaked, clutching the blanket to her chest. Her face had gone from pleasure-flushed to embarrassment-red in record time.
"I was just looking for my—you know what, it doesn't matter, I don't need it, I'm going, I'm leaving, I didn't see anything!" Dahyun was backing out of the room at speed, her hands covering her eyes even though she'd already turned around. She walked straight into the doorframe, muttered a mortified "sorry" to the inanimate object, and then practically sprinted down the hallway.
The door clicked shut behind her, leaving you and Sana in stunned silence.
For a long moment, neither of you moved. Then Sana groaned, dropping her face into her hands. "Oh my god. Oh my GOD."
You sat frozen, your shirt still somewhere on the floor, trying to process what had just happened. "Did she—was the door not—"
"I LOCKED IT!" Sana insisted, her voice muffled by her palms. "I know I locked it!"
As if on cue, you both turned to look at the door. The lock button on the handle was definitely not engaged.
"You THOUGHT you locked it," you corrected weakly.
Sana let out a noise somewhere between a laugh and a whimper. "This is mortifying. I'm going to die. I'm actually going to die of embarrassment."
Despite the situation—or maybe because of it—you felt a laugh bubbling up in your chest. It started as a snort, then grew into full-blown laughter.
"This isn't funny!" Sana protested, but her lips were twitching.
"Dahyun's face—" you managed between giggles. "She looked like she'd walked in on her parents!"
"Don't make it worse!" Sana swatted your arm, but she was laughing now too, the sound bright and helpless. She flopped back against the pillows. "She's never going to look at me the same way again."
"At least it was Dahyun," you offered, finding your shirt and pulling it back on with shaky hands. "Could you imagine if it had been Jihyo?"
Sana's eyes went wide. "We'd both be dead. Jihyo would have killed us."
You handed Sana her sweater, trying not to blush as she dressed.
Sana checked her phone and groaned again. "Three messages from Dahyun. She says she's 'really, REALLY sorry' and she's going to 'stay at the café down the street for the next three hours minimum' and..." She scrolled, her cheeks darkening. "She's asking if you're 'the mystery girl from my lockscreen.'"
You buried your face in your hands.
"Hey." Sana's voice was soft. You felt the bed dip as she moved closer, her hand finding yours. "Look at me?"
When you did, her expression was gentle, affectionate despite the lingering embarrassment. "We were going to tell them eventually, right? Maybe this is just... a really awkward first step."
"You're not worried?" you asked. "About what she'll think? What the others will say?"
Sana squeezed your hand. "I'm terrified," she admitted. "But also... kind of relieved? Keeping this secret has been exhausting. And if anyone's going to accidentally find out, I'm glad it was Dahyun. She'll be mortified, but she won't judge."
You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. "We should probably talk to her. Put her out of her misery."
"Definitely. But maybe..." Sana glanced at the door, then back at you with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Maybe we lock the door properly first? And put a chair under the handle? And maybe send a group text to confirm everyone's locations?"
You laughed, pulling her close for a gentle kiss. "Rain check on... earlier?"
"Big rain check," she agreed, resting her forehead against yours. "But hey, at least we won't have to wonder about the lock next time."
"Next time we're getting a deadbolt."
Her laughter was warm against your lips. Outside, somewhere in the dorm, you could hear what might have been Dahyun stress-cleaning the kitchen.
It wasn't how you'd planned to come out to TWICE, but somehow, with Sana's hand in yours and her smile lighting up her face, it felt like maybe everything would turn out okay.
hello!!! Can we get jealous possessive nayeon who's actually a big needy baby? Do what you will with it! You'll do great things lol thank you!!! 🩵
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sub! nayeon x f! reader // smut
synopsis: nayeon got jealous easily — you knew that. but maybe, just maybe, you wanted to push her a little by giving her less attention, instead focusing on sana. OR you touch nayeon under the blankets while sana sits right next to the two of you :)
author’s note: nayeon req yayyy hehe 😊 thank you so much for your nice wordssss & sorry this took forever !! 🩵
content: semi-public sex, sneaky sex, reader makes nayeon intentionally jealous, jealous nayeon, possessive nayeon, kinda degradation, nayeon is super subby & needs your attention 24/7, whiny nayeon
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i’m having post concert depression HELP me
i’m gonna see twice in turin HELP ME i’m so nervous and excited (i’ll cry)
hii im the same anon 🥹 may i request toxic stepsis sana ?? any plot you want :))
.✦ ݁˖ BRATTY — m. sana x fem! reader
⋆˙⟡ summary : finding a new way to deal with your bratty step-sister.
⋆˙⟡ content : smut. step-cest. sub! sana. dom! reader. bratty! sana. bickering. strap-on. degradation kink.
⋆˙⟡ a/n : sorry this took so long <3
OKAY IM BACK FROM THE DEAD WITH REQUESTS!!! Uh I’m not too too sure how to do this so I’ll just do one at a time if that’s chill…
My first request is more brattamer!Jihyo x brat!reader (no charliexcx)
it could be hcs or a whole new oneshot, I just wanna know more of that dynamic and the high that r gets from “having” Jihyo on a leash before getting the rug pulled under her but still very much into that
It’s very fun to read abt it and got me giggling kicking my feet an everything 🤭🤭
Oh also can I be called 🦦 Anon here? I feel like I’m gonna be staying for a while 🙂↕️🙂↕️
at her mercy
╰┈➤ pairings. dom brattamer!jihyo x sub brat!freader
╰┈➤ sypnosis. you’ve been begging for a reaction all night with that smart mouth of yours. jihyo is finally ready to give you one. she’s done playing nice, and she’s done asking. if you want to act like you don't belong to her, she’s more than happy to spend the night proving exactly who you belong to. mouth shut, knees down, and eyes up.
╰┈➤ warns. slight masturbation. spanking. edging. dirty talk. deepthroating (the strap ofc). overstimulation. bondage. sensory deprivation. bit of spit. (sorryy)
╰┈➤ a/n. this is saurr yummyy. also first req and new anon yayy <33!! alao i hope i did it right!! tehehe i hope u liked ot bro :((
the gala was endless.
the ballroom was a sea of clinking crystal and the kind of expensive perfume that made your throat itch.
jihyo was in her element, looking lethal in a tailored silk suit that cost more than most people’s rent, a glass of champagne held loosely between her fingers. she was currently locked in a verbal pissing match with some tech ceo, casually outbragging him about a recent donation she’d made to a children’s hospital.
you stood just a half-step behind her, feeling the ache in your heels and the sheer weight of the boredom. every time the ceo laughed—a loud, fake sound—you felt another spike of irritation.
finally, when jihyo leaned in to deliver a particularly smug retort, you let out a long, audible huff and rolled your eyes so hard it practically hurt.
the tech mogul blinked, his smile faltering as he glanced at you.
jihyo didn’t look back. she just shifted her hand from your waist to the nape of your neck, her fingers tangling firmly into your hair.
“forgive her.” jihyo said, her voice dropping into a smooth, dangerous purr as she tightened her grip just enough to force you to stand a little straighter. “she’s had a very long day. and I think she’s forgotten that she’s supposed to be seen, not heard.”
she turned back to the ceo, finishing the conversation with a sharp, winning smile, but her thumb was already tracing the sensitive skin behind your ear in a way that promised your night was about to get a lot less boring—and a lot more painful.
the ceo laughed it off, but the air around jihyo had turned ice-cold. as she turned to move toward the bar, you didn't follow. instead, you jerked your head back, pulling your hair out of her grasp with a defiant little tilt of your chin.
"careful, jihyo," you whispered, loud enough for a few passing socialites to turn their heads. "you’re acting like you actually own me. it’s a damn charity event, not an auction."
jihyo’s jaw tightened, a small muscle jumping in her cheek. she didn't snap—not here, with a dozen cameras and a hundred gossips watching.
she just took a slow, deliberate sip of her drink, her eyes tracking you over the rim of the glass with a look that should have made your blood run cold.
instead of backing down, you leaned in closer, your lips almost brushing the shell of her ear. "you look so tense.. maybe you should go find someone who actually cares about your bank account to talk to." you punctuated the sentence by trailing a single finger down the spine of her blazer, a mocking, feather-light touch, before spinning on your heel and walking toward the balcony.
you knew she was right behind you. you could feel the heat of her stare like a physical weight on your shoulders. you reached the edge of the stone railing, looking out over the dark gardens, and heard the heavy thud of the balcony doors being pushed shut and locked behind you.
"you really think you're clever." jihyo's voice came from the shadows, no longer smooth or performative.
it was low, rough, and vibrating with an edge that told you she had finally run out of patience.
"i think i'm bored," you shot back, refusing to turn around. "and I think you're-"
the rest of the sentence was choked off as jihyo lunged, her hand slamming into the stone railing right next to your head while the other gripped your waist, spinning you around and pinning you against the cold marble.
"no. you're done thinking." she hissed, her face inches from yours. "and you're definitely done talking."
her hand stayed pinned against the stone, her knuckles white, and you didn't flinch. you let out a dry, mocking laugh, reaching up to adjust the lapel of her expensive suit as if she were nothing more than an unruly pet you were humoring.
"ooo look at park jihyo," you hummed, your voice dripping with fake sympathy. "all puffed up because i didn't play the part of the pretty, silent trophy. does it hurt your ego, jihyo? realizing that all that money and power doesn't actually buy my manners?"
you stepped into her space, forcing her to either back up or press tighter against you. you chose the latter, leaning your weight into her and watching her eyes darken.
"you’re vibrating," you teased, your hand sliding up from her lapel to catch the knot of her silk tie. you tugged it a little.
"quiet down, or people will start to think the great park jihyo can't even handle one little eye roll. it’s embarrassing, really. you’re making a scene."
jihyo didn't move. she didn't growl or snap. she just stood there, letting you pull on her tie, letting you mock her in the moonlight. but the way her chest was heaving, and the way her fingers were twitching against the marble railing, told a different story.
she was collecting every single bit of disrespect like a debt that was about to come due with heavy interest.
"are you done now?" she asked, her voice eerily calm—the kind of calm that happens right before a storm breaks.
"maybe," you shrugged, giving her tie one last, dismissive flick. "depends on if you can actually stay interesting for more than five minutes. but right now you’re just being.. predictable."
that was the snap.
before you could blink, jihyo’s hand moved. she hauled you forward by the waist, her other hand snatching her own tie back and wrapping it once, twice around her palm, effectively shortening the distance until your noses were touching.
"oh, predictable?" she repeated, a dark, predatory smirk finally breaking across her face. "you want to act like a bitch, sweetheart? fine. let’s go home and see how much you like being put in your place."
jihyo’s grip on the tie tightened, but you didn't budge. you dug your heels into the stone floor of the balcony, a defiant smirk still plastered on your face.
"nah, i’m not going anywhere," you said, your voice airy and light, though your heart was pounding against your ribs really hard. "the party is just getting good, and i haven't even finished my drink. if you're tired, go ahead. i’m sure the driver can come back for me later."
you tried to twist out of her reach, but jihyo didn’t let go. she stepped closer, her shadow completely swallowing yours. the polite, public version of her was officially gone.
"this isn't a negotiation." jihyo’s voice was a low vibration you felt in your own chest. "do you think you get to decide when we’re done?"
"i think i’m bored of being told what to do," you countered, reaching out to poke a finger against her collarbone. "you’re acting like you have some kind of authority over me outside of your boardroom. it’s cute, jihyo."
that was the final straw.
jihyo didn't argue let alone respond. she simply moved. in one fluid motion, she hooked an arm around your waist and hauled you off your feet.
you let out a sharp, indignant yelp, your hands flying to her shoulders to steady yourself as she threw you over her shoulder like a sack of grain.
"put me down!" you hissed, kicking your legs, though the heavy silk of your outfit made it hard to get any real leverage. "jihyo! people are going to see!"
"let them see, who cares?" she snapped, her hand coming down in a sharp, stinging slap against the back of your thigh. the sound was deafening in the quiet of the balcony. "maybe they’ll learn what happens when someone doesn't know when to shut their mouth."
she marched toward the side exit of the balcony, bypassing the main ballroom entirely.
you were hanging upside down, watching the floor tiles blur past, your face flushed with a mix of anger and the sudden, sharp realization that you had finally pushed her off the ledge.
she reached the service elevator and slammed the button. when the doors opened, she tossed you inside. you hit the carpeted floor with a dull thud and scrambled to your feet, your hair a mess, your eyes blazing.
"you can't just-"
"get in the corner," jihyo commanded, her voice cutting through your protest like a blade. she looked focused. she started unbuttoning her cuffs, the silk tie now stuffed carelessly into her pocket. "i want you to shut up."
the elevator doors hissed shut, and the small space instantly felt too small for the amount of spite vibrating between you.
jihyo didn't say a word. she grabbed your arm and spun you around, slamming your palms against the cold mirror and forcing your hips back.
then came the first slap.
it was a heavy, open-palmed strike right across the tender skin of your upper thighs. you gasped, the sound echoing off the metal walls, but you didn't drop the smirk.
you turned your head just enough to look at her over your shoulder, your hair falling over your face.
"getting desperate, jihyo?" you taunted, even as your legs gave a tiny, involuntary quiver. "can't win the argument with words, so you have to use your hands? it’s cute how much I get under your skin."
slap.
another one, right in the same spot. the heat was blooming fast, a sharp contrast to the cold glass pressing against your front.
jihyo’s face was a mask of focused intensity, her breathing starting to get heavy. she wasn't looking at the numbers counting down the floors, she was looking at the way your skin was turning a deep pink under her hand.
"you're still talking.." jihyo muttered, her voice dropping low. she delivered a flurry of three sharp, stinging swats in quick succession.
you hissed through your teeth, your fingers clawing at the mirror, but you forced a laugh. "i'm talking because you’re making me. wow, the 'great leader' losing her cool because i rolled my eyes at some boring billionaire. i’ve got you exactly where i want you, don’t i?"
you felt her hand pause, hovering just inches from your skin. for a second, there was only the hum of the elevator. then, she leaned down, her chest pressing into your back, and grabbed a handful of your hair, pulling your head back so you had to look at her in the reflection.
"do you think this is a tantrum?" she whispered, her thumb tracing the reddened skin she’d just marked. "you think you’re pulling the strings because I’m touching you?"
she leaned in closer, her lips brushing your burning ear.
"well i’m just letting you talk because i want you to remember every word you said. i want you to remember how in control you felt right now, because when those doors open, i’m done being gentle. you’re just the one making it get tighter."
the elevator dinged, the floor beneath you leveling out. jihyo didn't let go of your hair. she just watched you in the mirror, waiting to see if you had one more bratty comment left before forcing you to leave the elevator with her.
the garage was cavernous and silent, the air smelling of cold concrete and expensive tires.
jihyo didn't bother being subtle anymore. she kept a firm grip on your upper arm, her stride long and purposeful as she marched you toward her blacked-out car.
even with your thighs still thrumming from the heat of the slaps, you kept your head high. you stumbled slightly in your heels but used the momentum to lean into her, a mocking smile playing on your lips.
"going a little fast, aren't we?" you chirped, your voice echoing off the low ceiling. "if you wanted to get me alone this badly, you could have just asked. you don't have to do this whole tough act just to get my attention. i know you're goddamn obsessed with me."
jihyo didn't look at you. she reached the car and pulled the back door open with a sharp thud.
"go in." she commanded.
instead of sliding in, you leaned back against the frame of the car, crossing your arms over your chest. you looked her up and down, your gaze lingering on the slight mess you'd made of her suit lapels earlier.
"hmm, make me," you challenged, your voice dropping to a teasing, low hum. "you’re so used to everyone jumping when you snap your fingers. it must drive you crazy that i’m the only one who doesn't care about your little orders. admit it. you love that you can't actually make me do anything I don't want to do."
you reached out, your fingertips trailing mockingly over the back of her hand—the one that had just been marking your skin in the elevator.
"i've got you wrapped around my finger, and you're too proud to say it."
jihyo finally turned her head, her dark eyes locking onto yours. she didn't look frustrated anymore. she looked like she was watching a trap finally snap shut.
"wrapped around your finger?" she repeated, a slow, terrifyingly calm smirk spreading across her face. she reached into the pocket of her blazer and pulled out the silk tie she’d been wearing earlier, slowly winding the expensive fabric around her knuckles.
"you really believe your own lies, don't you?" she stepped into your space, her body pinning you against the open door. "you think because i’m letting you talk, you’re the one in charge. but we’re in my car now. the partition is up. and i think it’s time i reminded you what happens to pets who forget their place."
the silence of the garage was shattered by the sharp, ringing sound of jihyo’s palm meeting your cheek. it was nothing like the spanking in the elevator, this was a sting that snapped your head to the side, leaving your skin burning and your ears ringing.
before you could even draw a breath to retort, she grabbed your shoulder and shoved you hard into the back seat. you tumbled onto the leather, the air huffing out of you, but as you scrambled to sit up and spit out another defiant remark, jihyo was already hovering over you.
"not another damn word," she hissed.
you opened your mouth to mock her—to tell her that hitting you only proved how much power you had over her emotions but the words died in your throat as she lunged forward. she didn't go for your wrists. she snapped the silk tie taut between her hands.
before you could pull away, she looped the fabric around your head, pulling it tight over your eyes.the world went pitch black. the expensive, smooth silk pressed against your eyelids, cutting off your ability to see her expression or anticipate her next move. you felt the familiar weight of her body pinning your knees down as she knotted the silk firmly at the back of your head.
"you like to talk so much because you think you know what I'm thinking," jihyo whispered, her breath hot against your ear in the darkness of the car. "you think if you can see me, you're safe. we'll test how much control you feel like you have when you can’t see my hand coming."
you reached up to tear the blindfold off, but she caught your wrists in one hand, forcing them down into your lap. the engine hummed to life, the vibration of the car rattling through your bones.
"from now until we get home, you don't exist unless i touch you. do you understand?"
even blind and pinned, you tried to tilt your chin up, a small, shaky smirk still trying to form on your lips. "you're just... scared to look me in the eye while you do this."you felt her fingers wrap firmly around your jaw, squeezing just enough to make you gasp.
"i'm not the one who's scared, sweetheart. but by the time i take this off, you'll be begging me to look at you again."
in the claustrophobic darkness of the backseat, you let out a sharp, jagged laugh. even with your vision cut off and your jaw held in her iron grip, you couldn't help but twist the knife one more time.
"that's it, jihyo?" you spat, your voice trembling but still defiant. "blindfolds and threats? you’re soo desperate to feel powerful that you have to play these little games. you know the second you take this off, i’m just going to laugh in your face again. you can't break me, and it's killing you."
the silence that followed was heavy. the only sound was the low hum of the car tires against the asphalt. then, the grip on your jaw vanished.
slap.
the first slap was blinding. without your sight to brace for the impact, the shock of it sent a white-hot jolt through your entire body.
you tried to hurl an insult, but a second slap caught you on the other cheek, snapping your head back against the leather headrest.
"you think..." slap. "this is..." slap. "...a game?" jihyo’s voice was right at your ear, punctuating every sharp blow.
she didn't stop. she wasn't being careful anymore. it was a relentless, stinging rhythm that rocked your head from side to side. the smart remarks died in your throat, replaced by sharp, involuntary gasps.
the heat in your cheeks turned into a deep, pulsing throb that felt like it was radiating through your skull.
your bravado finally shattered under the sheer weight of the physical sensation. a sob broke through your lips, unbidden and raw.
as the tears began to flow, you felt the cool silk over your eyes grow heavy and damp, the fabric clinging to your lashes as it soaked up the salt.
jihyo’s hand finally paused, but she didn't move away. she pressed her palm against your burning, wet cheek, her thumb wiping away a stray tear that had escaped the bottom of the blindfold.
"there she is," jihyo murmured, her voice terrifyingly soft now that the defiance had been beaten out of you. "i told you that mouth would get you into trouble. look what happened now, you're sobbing and shaking in the back of my car, and we haven't even made it to the driveway yet."
she leaned in, her lips pressing against your damp forehead through the silk. "mwa."
she acted as if she wasn't just beating the hell out of you before getting in her car after leaving the backseat, closing the door.
the car lurched forward, the engine’s low growl vibrating through the floorboards and straight into your bones.
jihyo didn't say a word as she navigated out of the garage, the silence in the back seat broken only by your jagged, wet sobs.
you were a mess. your face was throbbing, your cheeks stung with a heat that wouldn't quit, and the damp silk over your eyes felt heavy and stifling.
but as the initial shock of the slaps began to fade, a different, more treacherous heat started to pool low in your stomach.
every time the car took a sharp turn, forcing your body to slide against the leather, the friction sent a jolt of electricity through you.
you tried to suppress a whimper, but it came out sounding less like pain and more like an invitation.
your breath was hitching—not from the crying anymore, but because the sheer, overwhelming weight of jihyo’s authority was doing things to you that your pride refused to admit.
you felt your thighs press together instinctively, a desperate, involuntary search for friction.
you were soaked—not just the blindfold, but the silk of your underwear was clinging to you, ruined by the very person who had just humbled you.
the humiliation of being slapped into silence was warring with a desperate, pulsing need to be touched again.
jihyo must have noticed. even without looking back, she could hear the shift in your breathing—the way your sobs had turned into shallow, needy pants.
"you're awfully quiet now," jihyo’s voice drifted back from the driver's seat, cool and observant. "but i can almost hear your heart racing from here. is the big, bad brat finally realizing how much she likes being put in her place?"
she let out a low, dark chuckle that made your pussy throb.
"how pathetic, sweetheart. crying like a baby while you’re dripping for the woman who did it to you. i can practically smell how much you want me to finish what I started."
she hit a straightaway and accelerated, the g-force pinning you back into the seat.
"keep yourself worked up," she commanded, her tone dropping into that boss register that always made your knees weak. "the more you ache right now, the better it’s going to feel when i finally let you come.." she giggled.
“don’t you dare move a finger toward your lap, though” jihyo’s voice cut through the dark, sharp and cold as a blade. “if I see you trying to find a shortcut to relief, i’ll make sure you don't feel anything but the back of my hand for the rest of the week. so hands on the armrests. now.”
you obeyed, your fingers trembling as you gripped the leather, but the fire between your legs was becoming unbearable.
the hum of the tires against the road felt like it was vibrating directly through the seat and into your core.
your pride was gone, replaced by a desperate, clawing need that made your head swim.
you waited until the car hit a rhythmic stretch of highway, the steady thrum of the pavement providing a bit of acoustic cover.
slowly, breathlessly, you slid one hand off the armrest. you moved with agonizing slowness, your heart hammering against your ribs so hard you were sure she could see it through your clothes.
your fingers finally found the edge of your damp lace, slipping beneath the fabric.
the contact made your entire body jump, a sharp gasp catching in the back of your throat.
you froze, holding your breath until your lungs burned, listening for any shift in the car’s movement.
jihyo didn't say a word.
emboldened, you began to move your fingers. you circled your clit with your thumb.
it was torture trying to keep it quiet. you bit down on your own lip, muffling the whimpers that wanted to spill out as you found your rhythm.
the contrast of the cool air on your skin and the white-hot heat of your own touch was sending you over the edge.
you were so close, your body arching almost imperceptibly, your toes curling inside your heels.
you were just seconds away from a messy, quiet peak when the car suddenly swerved.
the tires screeched as jihyo pulled onto the shoulder of the dark, empty road and slammed the gear into park.
the silence that followed was eerie.
"did you really think," jjhyo’s voice came from much closer now—she had already climbed into the back seat, the leather creaking under her weight, "that i wouldn't notice the movement of your arm moving? or the way your breath hitched every time you hit the right spot?"
you froze, your hand still buried in your clothes, your heart slamming against your ribs so hard it hurt.
you felt the leather dip as she hovered over you.
"i gave you a direct order," she whispered, her fingers wrapping firmly around your wrist and wrenching your hand away from your body.
"and you still decided to play one last game. you just couldn't help yourself, could you?"
she leaned in, her teeth grazing the shell of your ear.
"now I'm going to make you wait for it. and don't you even think about touching yourself for the rest of the night."
jihyo didn't let go of your wrist, she firmly pinned your hand against the headrest above you, leaving you completely exposed and blind in the dark
“you wanted to touch yourself so badly,” jihyo murmured, her voice a low, dangerous vibration. “let’s see how you handle it when i’m the one in control of the friction.”
she used her two fingers, circling the sensitive, aching spot you had been desperately trying to soothe. her touch was excruciatingly slow, barely there, just enough to make your hips lift off the seat in a silent plea.
every time you reached that white-hot peak where your vision started to blur behind the silk—every time you were about to shatter, she stopped.
she completely withdrew her hand, leaving you cold and throbbing in the sudden void.
"n-no... please," you whimpered, your head thrashing against the leather. the bratty defiance from the gala was a distant memory.
you were nothing but a raw nerve now.
"please what?" jihyo asked, her voice calm and clinical. she leaned in, her lips ghosting over your neck. "you wanted to break the rules. this is the consequence. you don’t get to finish. not until i decide you’ve earned it."
she started moving her fingers again, faster this time, driving you right back up to the edge.
her fingers felt so warm on your aching, wet pussy, making you involuntary clench around nothing.
you could feel the orgasm coiling in your lower stomach, the pressure building until it was almost painful.
just as your breath hitched into a high, broken sob, she stopped again, her thumb pressing firmly against you to kill the sensation.
"look at you," she whispered, watching your body tremble with the effort of not coming. "soaked, crying, and begging for me you were mocking an hour ago. you're not in control of anything, sweetheart. not your mouth, and certainly not this."
she did it again. and again. bringing you to the very brink of a messy release before snatching it away, leaving you in a state of agonizing overstimulation.
your mind was a fog of "please" and "more," the damp silk over your eyes now a permanent reminder of how far you’d fallen.
"i sure hope this is more than enough to be a lesson," she said, finally pulling back and smoothing her hair.
as jihyo pulled her tie from her pocket and expertly cinched your wrists together—the silk biting into your skin—the last of your stubborn fire went out.
your sobs came thick and heavy, shaking your entire frame. between the stinging heat on your face, the damp silk blinding you, and the agonizing ache jihyo had left between your legs, you were completely overwhelmed.
you cannot deny how badly you love being treated like this. like a slut, nothing more.
your tears soaked further into the blindfold, making the darkness feel even heavier, even more permanent.
jihyo didn't offer a comforting word. she watched you for a moment, her eyes tracing the way your shoulders lurched with every broken breath.
she reached out, not to soothe you, but to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, her fingers lingering on your heated skin.
"good," she whispered, her voice devoid of its earlier malice, replaced by a chillingly calm satisfaction. "that’s the only sound I want to hear from you. no more jokes, just those pretty, broken little sounds."
she climbed back into the driver’s seat, the leather creaking as she moved away.
the car shifted back into gear, and the smooth, silent motion of the drive resumed.
you sat there, bound and blind, the vibration of the road the only thing grounding you as you cried into the silence.
you knew exactly where you were going, and for the first time tonight, you were truly terrified (and very turned on) of what jihyo would do once she got you behind closed doors.
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the tires crunched over the gravel of the driveway, and the engine cut out with a final, heavy vibration.
jihyo rounded the car and hauled you out, your bound wrists making it impossible to balance as she slung you over her shoulder once again.
the walk to the front door was a blur of darkness and the thud of her heart against your skin.
the second the heavy oak door clicked shut behind you, the public world was finally gone.
this was her domain.
as she reached the center of the living room, she let you slide down her body, but before your feet could even find their purchase on the hardwood, her hand came down in a massive, stinging whack across your ass.
the sound echoed through the high ceilings of the empty house, a sharp crack that made you cry out into the damp silk of your blindfold.
the shock of it, combined with your already overstimulated state, sent a fresh wave of tears down your cheeks and only made you more needier
"move already," she commanded, her voice dropping into that dark, low register that brooked no argument.
she gave you a firm shove toward the oversized leather couch. you stumbled blindly, your knees hitting the edge of the cushions before you collapsed onto the soft surface.
you tried to curl into a ball, to hide from the sensory overload, but jihyo was already there, her hands on your shoulders, pinning you flat against the leather.
"well i did tell you exactly what was going to happen," jihyo chuckled, her breath ghosting over your ear as she loomed over you.
she reached back and gripped the knot of the blindfold, giving it a sharp tug that forced your head back.
"you spent all night trying to prove you were the one in charge. and now you’re going to spend the rest of it proving how well you can obey."
jihyo’s weight shifted off the couch, the leather slightly creaking as she stood up.
the sudden lack of her warmth made the air in the room feel icy against your heated, tear-streaked skin.
you lay there, bound and blind, ears straining to catch every sound in the silent house. the click of a drawer. the heavy thump of something being set on the mahogany coffee table.
then, the sound of leather sliding against leather.
the realization of what was coming made your heart pounfed against your ribs. you tried to pull your knees together, a reflexive urge to protect yourself, but the sound of jihyo’s footsteps returning made you freeze.
"I told you to stay still," she murmured, her voice eerily calm.
you felt her hands on your hips, strong and unyielding, as she hauled you toward the edge of the couch.
she adjusted the silk blindfold one last time, making sure it was tight, before her fingers brushed over the curve of your hip.
"you’ve been such a loud, bratty little thing all night, right?” jihyo said, and you could hear the dark smirk in her tone. "so confident. so sure that you were the one pulling the strings. it’s only fair that i use something that will finally make you lose that voice of yours."
you heard the faint whirr or the snap of harness buckles—the unmistakable sound of her preparing her strap.
your breath hitched, a broken, high-pitched whimper escaping your lips as the gravity of the situation finally sank in.
"don’t start begging yet, cutie." she whispered, leaning down so her lips were brushing against your burning ear. "we have a very long night ahead of us, and I haven't even begun to show you what happens when I finally stop being 'predictable.'"
she pressed a firm hand into the small of your back, pinning you into the cushions, and you felt the cold weight of the toy brush against your inner thigh.
the silk of your panties was swept aside with a ruthless, singular tug.
jihyo moved with the cold efficiency of someone who had spent all night waiting to reclaim what was hers.
when she finally pushed her strap inside, it was a sharp, uncompromising invasion that stole the air right out of your lungs.
you arched your back off the couch, your bound wrists jerking upward as your head thrashed against the leather.
the first few thrusts were heavy and deep, designed to ground you, to remind you of the physical weight of her authority.
you felt her cock stretch you to your limit, filling you up as you gasped while jihyo loomrd over you with a cocky smirk.
"i'm sorry! jihyo, i'm sorry!" the apologies finally broke out of you in a frantic, high-pitched stream.
the bratty confidence of the ballroom had been completely incinerated, replaced by a raw, desperate need to please the woman currently dominating your entire world.
"i'll be good.. oh fuck! i promise, please-"
"quiet.." jihyo grunted, her hands gripping your hips so hard her knuckles dug into your skin.
she didn't slow down. her hips were pounding your pelvic with a bruising force.
"i don't want your promises. i want your submission."
underneath the sobbing and the frantic apologies, however, was a dark, treacherous thrill.
your body was betraying every word coming out of your mouth.
every time she hit that deep, perfect spot, a jolt of pure electricity shot through your spine.
your pussy would clench the strap so tightly, coating the shaft with your own wetness making it easier for her to pound into you.
you were soaking the cushions, your internal muscles clenching around her in a way that screamed for more, even as you begged her to stop.
the shame of being broken down like this only served to make the pleasure sharper, more illicit.
jihyo leaned down, her chest crushing yours as she moved, her voice a dark, breathless rasp in your ear.
"you're so tight for me, baby. is this what you wanted all night? to be handled like this? to have someone fuck you ruthlessly?"
she increased the pace, the friction becoming overwhelming. the tip of her strap would hit your cervix each time she thrusted.
you were sobbing for real now, the damp blindfold a heavy weight, your mind spinning as you hovered on the very edge of a total, soul-shattering collapse.
the intensity in the room reached a fever pitch, the air thick with the weight of the moment.
every sensation felt magnified—the firmness of her grip, the sound of her grunts, breathing, and the overwhelming sensory overload from the blindfold.
you swore you were gonna cum, but the sudden withdrawal killed that hope and left your cunt so empty and aching for more.
jihyo didn’t let you wallow in it for long. before you could even find your voice to beg, her hand was back, but not where you wanted it.
her fingers tangled deep into your hair, gripping the roots with a firm, bruising strength that forced your head back at a sharp, vulnerable angle.
"you’ve got such a loud for a brat." she simply spoke, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous vibration.
you felt the heat of her leaning over you, the scent of her skin filling your senses even through the dark of the blindfold.
she pressed the head of her strap against your lips—blunt and demanding. "open up," she commanded, a simple, cold order that left no room for your bratty defiance.
the moment you parted your lips to protest, she pushed inside.
it wasn't a gentle entry. it was a sudden, intrusive invasion that claimed the back of your throat instantly.
your breath hitched, catching in your chest as the thick, slick material forced your jaw to stretch, bottoming out with an unrelenting pressure that made your eyes water behind the fabric of the blindfold.
"hngh!—mhh!" you whined and gagged, you tried breathing through your nose but the gag still didn't stop.
"that’s it," jihyo hissed, her thumb tracing the line of your jaw to keep it locked open. "take it all. let’s see how long you can keep that attitude when you can’t even breathe."
she hummed, pounding into your mouth as you started digging your nails into your palms since you had nothing to grip on.
"good girl," she purred. "just like a silent, obedient little pet. no more smart mouth, right?"
she pulled back just an inch, only to thrust back in with a rhythmic, punishing pace that made your head swim. every slide felt twice as thick, twice as invasive.
you could hear the wet, messy sounds of the friction—the spit she’d used earlier now coating the strap and making it slide with a slick, sickening squelch against your tongue and throat.
between the ache between your legs she’d left behind and the absolute fullness in your throat, your brain was short-circuiting. you tried to pull away, a final bratty instinct, but her grip on your hair was tight.
"no." she hissed, her other hand coming down to firmly cup your jaw, locking you in place. "you wanted my full attention, so you're going to take every bit of it until i say you’re done."
she has you silenced and anchored by your hair and sets a rhythm that is purely about her own control.
each thrust is deep and unrelenting, the blunt weight of her driving past your teeth until it bottoms out against the back of your throat.
you try to keep up, your throat muscles working in frantic, involuntary swallows, but the pace is too much.
because of the blindfold, you have no way to time the next hit, you just have to endure the constant, rhythmic invasion of your space.
the sounds in the room are thick and heavy—the wet, rhythmic slide of her against you and the muffled, desperate sounds of your own gasping breaths.
"still trying to fight me? no? didn't think so.." jihyo’s voice is a dark, amused rasp above the sounds of your struggle.
she increases the speed, her hips snapping forward with a force that makes your head jar back against her hand.
the intensity is becoming a physical wall. Your eyes are streaming behind the fabric over them, and your lungs are burning for a full breath that she won't let you take.
every time you try to pull back, her grip on your hair tightens, forcing you to take even more of her.
you are reduced to a shaking, sobbing mess, your hands clutching blindly at her thighs as your mind spins into white static.
you can't take it. your body is arching, and your muffled whines turn into desperate, high-pitched pleas that die in your throat.
and you are completely at her mercy, pushed past the limit of what you can handle as she continues to claim every bit of your space.
jihyo’s hips snap forward one last time, driving deep until she bottoms out, and then she simply stops—holding herself there with a punishing, heavy stillness.
the weight of her is absolute, filling your throat so completely that your breath hitches and dies in your chest.
you can't help the way your body reacts. a violent, involuntary gag ripples through you, your throat muscles convulsing in a desperate, rhythmic struggle to reject the intrusion, but she doesn't budge.
jihyo’s hand stays locked in your hair, her knuckles pressing into your scalp to keep your head pinned back, ensuring you take every inch of her.
muffled, high-pitched whines escape your nose, the only outlet left for the panic and heat rising in your chest.
your eyes are streaming behind the blindfold, the darkness only making the sensation of being choked and conquered feel more immense.
you claw weakly at her legs, your fingers digging into her skin as you plead silently for just a single breath.
"shh, shush it." she murmurs, her voice calm and terrifyingly steady against the sounds of your distress.
"just take it. be still for me."
she holds you in that agonizing, breathless state for a several long seconds, letting the feeling of being totally overcome sink in until your limbs go heavy and your resistance turns into a desperate, shaking surrender.
only when she feels the last of your fight drain away does she finally, slowly, draw back.
the rush of cold air hitting your lungs is violent. you slump forward, gasping and coughing, your chest heaving as you try to reclaim the oxygen she’d just been rationing.
your string of saliva connecting the tip of her strap and tears messing your face, but before you can even recover, you feel jihyo’s hand slide from your hair to cup your cheek, her thumb tracing your trembling lower lip.
"there, there.." she whispers, her tone almost affectionate now that she’s broken you. "was that so hard?"
while you’re still reeling from the weight of her in your throat, she’s already moving, the shift of her body signaling the end of your wait.
she hooks her hands under your knees and drags you back toward her, the sudden movement forcing a startled cry from your lungs.
"since you've been a good brat," she murmurs, her voice thick with a dark, satisfied edge. "i shall reward you."
she doesn't bother easing in. with a single, authoritative thrust, she replaces the emptiness she left earlier with a sudden, blunt invasion.
the sensation is overwhelming—a massive, stretching fullness that claims your entire focus and turns your frantic gasps into a long, broken moan.
after the cold ache of the withdrawal, the heat of her back inside you feels like a physical shock, grounding you and shattering you all at once.
your pussy was getting stretched to its limit again, swallowing the shaft eagerly despite struggling to adjust.
jihyo doesn't wait for you to adjust anyways.
she sets a pace that is deep and unrelenting, her hips snapping forward with a rhythmic force that jars through your entire frame.
every time she bottoms out, the friction sends a new wave of intensity through you, making your mind spin and your fingers curl into the sheets.
the blindfold makes it impossible to brace yourself, you can only feel the way she dominates your space, the sound of her heavy breathing and the steady, rhythmic thwack of skin on skin filling the room.
you’re no longer a brat trying to win a game. you’re just a shivering, undone mess, completely filled and controlled by her every movement.
"hmm, fuck.." she gasps, her hand coming down to pin your shoulder to the bed, anchoring you for a deeper hit. "take all of it. this is exactly where you belong."
the rhythm becomes frantic, jihyo’s hips snapping forward with a desperate, heavy force that leaves you no room to think.
every thrust is deep, blunt, and unrelenting, driving you further and further into the mattress.
with the blindfold cutting off your sight, the world has narrowed down to just this—the heat of her, the stretching fullness, and the friction that is rapidly turning into a white-hot spark at your core.
"i know you’re so close.." jihyo moans, her voice breaking as her own composure begins to slip.
she reaches down, her fingers finding your clit and adds a sharp, targeted pressure that sends a jolt of electricity straight to your brain.
her thumb pressed hard on your already puffy clit, rubbing it.
it’s too much.
your vision—already dark—exploding into brilliant bursts of color behind your eyelids.
your breath hitches, your throat working in silent, breathless gasps as the first wave of the climax hits.
it’s a total, soul-shattering collapse. your internal muscles clamp down around her strap in a desperate, rhythmic pulse that you couldn't stop if you tried.
you’re sobbing in pleasure, your head thrown back against the couch as the release pours through you, heavy and exhausting.
you finally cummed. finally..
your entire body goes taut, your toes curling and your fingers digging into jihyo’s arms as you try to anchor yourself in the middle of the storm.
jihyo doesn't stop. she drives into you through the height of it, her own movements becoming jagged and uncoordinated until, with one final, deep groan, she collapses against your chest.
the weight of her is grounding, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your own as the room slowly stops spinning.
you’re left trembling and undone, the aching finally gone, replaced by a heavy, tingly lethargy that makes your every limbs feel heavy.
"good girl, good fucking girl.." jihyo whispers into your ear, her breath hot and ragged. "i knew you could take it."
she reached her hand out and removes the silk she used to blindfold you. your eyes were wet, and you quickly wiped the tears.
jihyo just hummed, pressing a soft kiss on your cheek and murmuring something dirty in your ear. "fucking you is the best thing to discipline a brat like you."
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a/n: idk if this is exactly what tou asked for but i really really super duper hope you liked it ok??
Okay I’m super loving the Sana series you have going on
Could you do a fic of Sana in another occupation (maybe something like a first responder job?.??) Like imagine muscly Sana all geared up…and not lift 3 by 7 LMAO
|| your angel star blazed into smoke, my soul is yours
firefighter!minatozaki sana x fem!reader ; light angst, fluff
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synopsis: your biggest fear comes true: being stuck in an elevator. so as you agonizingly wait for help to arrive, with minutes feeling like hours, the door finally opens, revealing a super hot woman firefighter.
tw: fear of elevators, slight panic attack, mention of claustrophobia
a/n: guys, i was literally blushing and giggling the whole time i wrote this...LIKE HELLO??? YES FIREFIGHTER SANA PLS COME SAVE ME!!! ahem, anyway...wonderful request anon!! im allergic to proofreading...
wc: 3.2k
⋆˚࿔ BETROTHED TO HER — p. jihyo x fem! reader
⋆.˚ synopsis : you knew one day your curiosity would lead to something bad, you just didn't realize it would feel this good.
⋆.˚ content : smut. older woman/younger girl. corruption kink. blood kink. biting. vampires. cunnilingus. reader is a virgin. dumbification. scenting. fang sensitivity.
⋆.˚ a/n : hi these photos are so....
KEEP IT A SECRET
CHARACTERS. minatozaki sana × female reader
SUMMARY. you are nayeon’s little sister dating one of her best friends, one of her groupmate… what could possibly go wrong?
WARNINGS. none, enjoy!
JYPE building's practice room hummed with the familiar sounds of music and laughter as you pushed open the door, balancing a carrier tray of iced coffees in your hands. Being Im Nayeon's younger sister had its perks such as unlimited access to TWICE's practice sessions.
"Y/N-ah!" Momo spotted you first, practically bouncing over to grab her usual caramel macchiato. "You're a lifesaver!"
"Unnie told me you guys have been practicing since six this morning.” You said, smiling as the other members gathered around. "I figured you'd need the caffeine boost."
Your eyes briefly met Sana's across the room and you had to suppress the grin threatening to break across your face. She looked adorable in her practice clothes, her hair tied up in a messy bun, a few strands framing her face. The small smile she gave you, the one reserved just for you, made your heart flutter.
"My baby sister is the best!" Nayeon declared, throwing an arm around your shoulders and planting a loud kiss on your cheek. You groaned, trying to wiggle away.
"Unnie, I'm twenty-two, not five!"
"You'll always be my baby sister.” Nayeon said firmly, then narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Wait, why are you being so nice? Do you need money? Did you crash my car?"
"Can't I just do something nice without a reason?" you protested, even as Sana smoothly collected her drink, an iced vanilla latte with an extra shot, exactly how she liked it. Your fingers brushed for the briefest moment during the exchange, sending electricity up your arm.
"No.” all nine members said in unison and you couldn't help but laugh.
"Fair enough. But seriously, I was just being nice this time."
As the members dispersed to drink their coffees and catch their breath, you found yourself naturally gravitating toward where Sana had settled on the floor, stretching her legs and you sat down nearby.
"Thank you for the coffee.” Sana said softly in Japanese, knowing you'd been learning the language for the past year. (Totally because you wanted to expand your skills, definitely not because of the beautiful Japanese woman you'd been secretly dating for six months.)
"どういたしまして (You're welcome.)" You replied, probably butchering the pronunciation, but Sana's eyes crinkled with genuine delight.
"Your Japanese is getting better.” she said, switching back to Korean but keeping her voice low. "Maybe you need more... private lessons?"
The suggestive tone made you nearly choke on your own coffee. "Sana!" you hissed, glancing around to make sure no one had heard. "We're in public!"
"We're not doing anything wrong” she said innocently, but the mischievous glint in her eyes told a different story. "I'm just offering to tutor Nayeon-unnie's sister. What's suspicious about that?"
"Everything about the way you just said that is suspicious” you muttered, but you were smiling.
"Y/N-ah!" Nayeon called from across the room. "Stop bothering Sana. She needs to rest, not entertain you."
"I'm not bothering her!" you called back.
"I don't mind” Sana added, then looked at Nayeon with those big, innocent eyes that could get her out of literally anything. "Y/N-chan is very good company."
You watched your sister's expression soften immediately. "Well, if you say so, Sana. But Y/N, don't overstay your welcome."
"I would never” you said, catching Sana's amused look from the corner of your eye.
The truth was, sneaking around had become something of an art form for you and Sana over the past six months. It had started innocently enough, you'd been visiting Nayeon during comeback preparations and somehow you and Sana had ended up talking long after everyone else had left. One conversation led to another, which led to secret coffee dates, which led to your first kiss in a quiet corner of a bookstore in Hongdae.
Now, half a year later, you were completely, irrevocably in love with Minatozaki Sana, and absolutely terrified of your sister finding out.
Not because Nayeon would disapprove, exactly. But because Nayeon was protective in a way that would make her interrogate Sana like a detective in a crime drama.
"Alright, break's over!" the choreographer called out and the members groaned in unison as they dragged themselves back to formation.
You settled against the wall to watch, your eyes definitely not following Sana's every movement. Definitely not.
"You're staring.” Jihyo said, sliding down next to you with a knowing look.
Your heart nearly stopped. "What? No, I'm not. I'm just watching the choreography."
"Uh-huh." Jihyo took a sip of her coffee, looking far too amused. "You know, for someone who claims to just be watching the choreography, you have a very specific focus."
"I don't know what you mean” you said, probably too quickly.
Jihyo hummed noncommittally and you spent the rest of practice having a minor internal panic attack about whether the leader of TWICE had figured out your secret.
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Later that week, you found yourself in a situation you'd been carefully avoiding for months: a TWICE group dinner that you'd been invited to. Normally, you'd make up an excuse, because sitting across from your girlfriend while pretending she was just your sister's colleague was a special kind of torture.
But Nayeon had given you the puppy eyes, and you were weak.
"Y/N, sit here!" Momo patted the seat next to her and you complied, only to realize with horror that Sana was directly across from you. She gave you a small smile, and you felt your cheeks heat up.
This was fine. You could do this. You were a professional secret-keeper.
"So, Y/N-ah" Jeongyeon said, leaning forward with interest. "Is there anyone special in your life? Nayeon-unnie never tells us about your love life."
You nearly inhaled your water. "I... uh, that's because there's nothing to tell!"
"Really?" Chaeyoung looked disappointed. "But you're so pretty! Surely you must have people interested?"
"I'm very busy with work" you said, which wasn't entirely a lie. You did have a job. You were just also very busy with secretly dating Sana.
"That's what I keep telling her!" Nayeon jumped in. "She works too much. Y/N-ah, you need to go out more, meet people. Maybe I should set you up with someone?"
"Please don't" you said quickly, perhaps too emphatically, because now all nine members were looking at you with varying degrees of interest and amusement.
"Hmm, suspicious" Tzuyu said, her usual monotone making it impossible to tell if she was joking.
"There's nothing suspicious!" You protested. "I just don't want my sister setting me up on blind dates. That's normal!"
Across the table, Sana was trying very hard not to laugh, taking a long sip of her drink to hide her smile. You glared at her subtly, and she had the audacity to wink.
"What about you, Sana-unnie?" Dahyun asked innocently. "You've been single for a while. Maybe we should set you up with someone too!"
Sana choked on her drink.
You reached across the table to pat her back, perhaps more enthusiastically than strictly necessary, which only made things worse because now everyone was watching both of you with interest.
"I'm... I'm fine" Sana managed, still coughing slightly. "Just went down the wrong way."
"You should be more careful, unnie" you said, perhaps too tenderly, because Nayeon was now looking between you with narrowed eyes.
"You two are acting weird" your sister declared.
"No, we're not" you and Sana said simultaneously, then looked at each other in horror.
"See! Weird!" Nayeon pointed at you both accusingly. "What's going on?"
"Nothing!" you said.
"Y/N-chan is just very caring" Sana added, which was technically true but delivered in a way that made it sound incredibly suspicious.
Mina, who had been quietly observing the whole exchange, smiled into her napkin. You were definitely getting exposed tonight.
Thankfully, the server arrived with food, distracting everyone from the interrogation. You caught Sana's eye across the table and she gave you a small, apologetic smile. You smiled back, thinking about how worth it all of this sneaking around was if it meant being with her.
-
The following Saturday, Nayeon had scheduled a movie night at her apartment and somehow you'd been roped into helping set up. You were in the kitchen preparing snacks when you heard the doorbell.
"Can you get that, Y/N?" Nayeon called from her bedroom. "It's probably one of the members!"
You opened the door to find Sana standing there, looking unfairly gorgeous in a simple sweater and jeans, her hair falling in soft waves around her shoulders.
"Hi" she breathed, her eyes lighting up at the sight of you.
"Hi yourself" you said, unable to stop yourself from smiling like an idiot.
"Is Nayeon-unnie here?"
"She's in her room. We probably have like thirty seconds” you said, glancing behind you to make sure the coast was clear.
That was all the invitation Sana needed. She stepped inside, quickly closing the door behind her, and pulled you into a swift, sweet kiss that made your toes curl.
"Missed you” she murmured against your lips.
"It's been two days" you laughed softly, but you were already leaning in for another kiss.
"Too long" Sana insisted and who were you to argue?
You were so caught up in each other that you didn't hear the bedroom door open, didn't hear the footsteps approaching, didn't hear anything until—
"WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING IN MY KITCHEN?!"
You and Sana sprang apart so fast that Sana stumbled backward into the door and you nearly knocked over the bowl of popcorn.
Nayeon stood in the doorway, eyes wide, mouth hanging open, looking between you and Sana like she was trying to solve a complex mathematical equation.
"Unnie! I can explain" you started.
"Nayeon-unnie, it's not actually what it looks like!" Sana tried.
"My sister. You're kissing MY SISTER." Nayeon's voice was getting progressively higher. "MY BABY SISTER. SANA, SHE'S MY BABY SISTER!"
"I'm twenty-two!" you protested, which was probably not the most important point to address at the moment.
"How long?" Nayeon demanded, looking between you both with narrowed eyes. "How long has this been going on?"
You and Sana exchanged glances. "Six months" you admitted quietly.
"SIX MONTHS?!" If Nayeon's voice got any higher, only dogs would be able to hear her. "You've been secretly dating for six months and nobody told me?!"
"Well, we were trying to keep it secret" Sana said reasonably. "So technically, the plan was that nobody would tell you."
"That's not helping, Sana" you hissed.
The doorbell rang again and you all froze.
"That's the other members" Nayeon said, her voice dangerous calm now, which was somehow worse than the yelling. "We're not done with this conversation. But right now, we're going to go watch this movie and you two are going to sit on OPPOSITE sides of the room, and then after everyone leaves, we're going to have a very long talk about this."
She pointed at you. "You—living room, couch, far left side."
Then at Sana. "You—living room, couch, far right side."
She opened the door to let in Jihyo, Momo and Dahyun, all while maintaining an expression that promised future interrogation.
The movie night was possibly the most awkward experience of your life. You sat on your designated side of the couch, Sana sat on hers and Nayeon sat directly between you like a referee at a boxing match.
"Unnie, why are you sitting like that?" Momo asked, confused by Nayeon's rigid posture.
"No reason.” Nayeon said through gritted teeth.
Halfway through the movie, Sana tried to subtly move closer to grab more popcorn, and Nayeon physically blocked her with an outstretched arm.
"Nayeon-unnie, what are you doing?" Jihyo asked, now also looking concerned.
"NOTHING. I'M DOING NOTHING. JUST MAKING SURE EVERYONE HAS ENOUGH SPACE."
By the end of the movie, all the members were giving the three of you strange looks, but mercifully, no one asked any more questions.
After everyone left, Nayeon made you and Sana sit on the couch, still on opposite ends, while she paced back and forth in front of you like a lawyer delivering a closing argument.
"Unnie..." you tried.
"Nobody knew? None of the members?"
"Jihyo might suspect something" Sana offered helpfully.
Nayeon stopped pacing and turned to face you both. "Okay. Okay. I need to ask the important questions." She pointed at Sana. "What are your intentions with my sister?"
"Unnie!" you protested, mortified.
"Shh. Adults are talking."
"I'm literally an adult!"
"SANA. Answer the question."
Sana sat up straighter and you could see her slipping into serious mode. "I love her” she said simply, and your heart skipped a beat because while you'd said it to each other in private, hearing her say it in front of Nayeon made it feel more real somehow. "I love Y/N. I want to be with her. I'm serious about this, about her. I know she's your sister and you want to protect her, but I promise you, Nayeon-unnie, I would never hurt her."
The room was silent for a moment. You could see your sister's expression softening despite her best efforts to maintain her stern facade.
"And you?" Nayeon turned to you. "How do you feel?"
"I love her too." you said quietly, reaching across the couch to take Sana's hand, not caring anymore if Nayeon saw. "I'm happy, unnie. Really happy."
Nayeon sighed deeply, running a hand through her hair. "I can't believe this is happening. One of my members. You had to fall for one of my members."
"If it helps, she has a great personality?" you offered.
"And she's very beautiful" Sana added.
She came to sit between you both, looking at each of you in turn. "I'm still processing this. And I'm definitely still mad that you kept this from me for six months."
"We're sorry” you both said in unison.
"But," Nayeon continued, "I can see that you care about each other. And Sana, I know you. I trust you. Which is the only reason I'm not completely losing my mind right now."
"So... you're okay with this?" you asked hopefully.
"I'm getting there" Nayeon said. "But there are going to be rules."
"Rules?" Sana asked nervously.
"Rule number one: No kissing in front of me. I don't care if you're in love, I don't need to see that."
"Fair" you agreed.
"Rule number two: You have to tell me if there are any problems. I'm both your sister and Sana's teammate, so I need to know if anything goes wrong."
"We can do that" Sana said.
"And rule number three: If you hurt my sister” Nayeon looked at Sana seriously, "I will make your life very difficult. I know where you sleep. I know your schedule. I can and will be a nightmare."
"Understood" Sana said, trying not to smile.
"And Y/N" Nayeon turned to you, "if you hurt Sana, I'll also make your life difficult because she's one of my best friends and I care about her too."
"I would never" you promised.
Nayeon looked between you both one more time, then sighed dramatically. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but... you have my blessing. Or whatever. Don't make me regret this."
You launched yourself at your sister, wrapping her in a tight hug. "Thank you, unnie!"
"Yeah, yeah" Nayeon patted your back. "Just remember rule number one starting now because if I see any - OH MY GOD, ARE YOU ALREADY KISSING?!"
You pulled away from where you'd immediately gravitated to Sana the moment the hug ended. "Sorry!"
"This is going to take some getting used to" Nayeon muttered, but she was smiling now. "Okay, get out, both of you. Go on your date or whatever. I need to process this alone."
You and Sana didn't need to be told twice. You grabbed your jackets and headed for the door, hands intertwined.
"And Y/N?" Nayeon called out just as you were leaving.
"Yeah?"
"I'm happy for you. Really." Her smile was genuine now, if still a bit overwhelmed. "Just... text me when you get home, okay?"
"I will" you promised.
As you and Sana stepped out into the cool evening air, finally able to hold hands freely without looking over your shoulders, Sana turned to you with a grin.
"Well, that went better than expected."
"She threatened to make your life a nightmare." you pointed out.
"But she gave us her blessing first" Sana countered. "I'm counting it as a win."
You laughed, pulling her close. "I love you."
"I love you too" Sana said, kissing you softly. "Even if dating you comes with the world's most protective older sister."
"Hey, you signed up for this when you fell for Im Nayeon's little sister."
"Best decision I ever made" Sana said and kissed you again.
From the window of her apartment, Nayeon watched you both walk away, shaking her head with a smile. She pulled out her phone and opened the TWICE group chat.
NAYEON: You guys will NEVER believe what just happened.
JIHYO: We know.
NAYEON: What do you mean you know?!
JIHYO: We've known for months. We were wondering when you'd figure it out.
NAYEON: I HATE ALL OF YOU.
But she was smiling as she typed it, thinking that maybe this secret relationship might work out after all.
Is there a chance there would be a part 2 for the momo fic about the japanese folklore i am way too invested
i’m starting to think about it hehe!
Could we get a second part to the beautiful fic with Momo? I really loved the concept and the way you wrote it ♥︎
thank you sm! probably yes, i didn’t write it to have a part 2 but maybe…
YOU KISSED HIM?
CHARACTERS. minatozaki sana × female reader
SUMMARY. you’re an actress currently dating the one and only Minatozaki Sana. your new drama has just been released and all the TWICE members are excited to watch it, except there’s one important thing you forgot to tell them.
WARNINGS. none
The dorm was unusually loud tonight, even by TWICE standards.
"I can't believe you're making us wait!" Nayeon whined, sprawled across the couch with a bag of chips balanced on her stomach.
You laughed, settling onto the floor between Sana's legs as your girlfriend automatically started playing with your hair. "The episode premieres at the same time for everyone. I don't have early access to my own drama."
"That seems unfair" Dahyun mused. "You're literally in it."
"Industry rules." You shrugged, leaning back against Sana's knees. Her fingers traced gentle patterns against your scalp and you sighed contentedly. This was more than nice, a rare evening where your schedules aligned, where you could just be normal people watching TV together.
"Okay, okay, it's starting!" Jihyo grabbed the remote, turning up the volume.
The opening credits of "The Korean Affair" rolled across the screen and you felt a flutter of nervousness in your stomach. You'd watched the previous episodes with Sana, but this one was different. Your manager had called it "the turning point episode." You'd been so busy with promotional schedules that you hadn't actually seen the final edit yet.
"There you are!" Chaeyoung pointed as your character appeared on screen, running through a rain-soaked street.
"You look beautiful, jagiya" Sana murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head. You tilted your face up to smile at her, catching the soft adoration in her eyes.
"Gross" Jeongyeon said without heat. "We're trying to watch here."
The episode progressed through several scenes, your character at her art studio, a tense meeting with her rival, a vulnerable moment with her best friend. You found yourself critiquing your own performance, wincing at line deliveries you wished you could redo.
"Stop analyzing yourself" Sana whispered, tugging gently on a strand of your hair. "You're amazing."
Then the scene shifted. Your character entered an elevator and you felt your stomach drop as Kim Seonho's character followed. You'd forgotten this was in this episode. How had you forgotten?
"Oh, the tension!" Momo leaned forward, invested.
"They've been building up to this for weeks" Tzuyu observed.
You felt Sana's hands still in your hair as the scene played out. You watched your own face on screen, remembering the director's instructions: "More vulnerability. Like your heart is breaking. Like you can't hold back anymore."
"I can't keep pretending" your character whispered.
Your actual heart was pounding now. Sana's fingers had completely stopped their gentle movement.
"Then don't" Seonho's character replied, stepping closer.
"Oh my god," Nayeon breathed. "Oh my god, is this—"
You watched yourself on screen lean into Seonho's touch as his hand cupped your face. You remembered this take, it was the third one, after the director said the first two weren't "passionate enough." You remembered thinking about Sana to get into the right emotional headspace, which now seemed deeply ironic.
The kiss, when it came, was exactly as the director had envisioned: slow, deep, cinematic. The camera work was beautiful, the lighting perfect, the music swelling at precisely the right moment.
The living room erupted into chaos.
"WHAT?!"
"OH MY GOD!"
"THAT WAS, WOW!"
You twisted around to look up at Sana, an apology already forming on your lips. Your girlfriend's face was completely frozen, her eyes still locked on the TV screen where the scene had faded to a commercial.
"Sana, my Love—“
"You KISSED him?" Her voice came out higher than usual.
"It was for the drama, baby, I.”
"That was quite a kiss" Mina said.
"That was like, a serious kiss" Dahyun added, eyes wide. "That wasn't a little TV peck.“
You scrambled to turn around properly, kneeling in front of Sana. Her face had gone through several emotions in rapid succession and seemed to have landed on a mix of shock and something that looked suspiciously like a pout.
"Why didn't you tell me?" she asked, and there was a note of genuine hurt under the surprise.
"I didn't think... I mean, I forgot it was in this episode and we've been so busy”
"You forgot you had a whole makeout session with Kim Seonho?" Jeongyeon's eyebrows had disappeared into her hairline.
"It wasn't a makeout session! It was one kiss! A professional kiss!"
"There's nothing professional about the way his hand was in your hair" Sana muttered.
"Okay, she's jealous" Nayeon declared. "This is amazing."
"I'm not jealous!" Sana's voice went up another octave. "I'm just... surprised! Y/N and I have been together for two years and she didn't think to mention that she'd be kissing actors in Korea?"
"Well, Kim Seonho is very hot" Tzuyu said to no one in particular.
"Everyone thinks Kim Seonho is hot" Jihyo said reasonably. "That's why he's famous."
"Can we get back to the part where my girlfriend locked lips with him and didn't tell me?" Sana crossed her arms and you would have found it adorable if she didn't look genuinely upset.
You reached for her hands, gently uncrossing her arms. "Baby, I'm sorry. I really did just forget to mention it. We filmed that scene weeks ago and I've done so many interviews and promotions since then that it just slipped my mind. I should have told you."
"Weeks ago?" Sana's eyes widened. "You've known for weeks?"
"Oh, this is getting worse" Dahyun whispered gleefully to Chaeyoung.
"Shh!" Momo hushed them, not wanting to miss the show, not the one on TV.
"It was just work" you said earnestly, squeezing Sana's hands. "I swear, I felt nothing. Actually, that's a lie, I felt really awkward and weird, and the director made us do it three times because he said I wasn't 'emoting correctly.'"
"Three times?!" Sana's voice could have shattered glass.
"You're not helping yourself" Mina observed quietly.
You tried a different approach. "Okay, remember last month when you had that music video with the male backup dancer? The one where he lifted you and you did that really close face move?"
"That's completely different!"
"How?"
"Because I told you about it beforehand!"
She had you there. You bit your lip, trying not to smile because she looked so indignant and adorable with her cheeks flushed and her eyes flashing.
"Are you smiling right now?" Sana asked incredulously. "I'm upset and you're smiling?"
"You're just really cute when you're jealous."
"I'm not—" She stopped, seeing the soft look in your eyes. Some of the tension left her shoulders. "I'm not jealous, I just don't like being surprised like that."
"I know. I'm sorry." You brought her hands to your lips, kissing each knuckle gently. "It really was just acting. I promise. The whole time we were filming it, I was thinking about how I couldn't wait to come home and kiss you instead."
"Really?" Her voice was smaller now.
"Really. Because kissing you is infinitely better than any scripted kiss could ever be."
"Okay, that was smooth" Nayeon admitted.
Sana's lips twitched, fighting a smile. "It did look very professional."
"The most professional kiss in the history of professional kisses."
"And you felt nothing?"
"Less than nothing. I felt vaguely uncomfortable and very aware that there were like thirty staff members watching."
That got a small laugh out of her. "Okay, but you have to admit, it looked really good. Like, cinematically."
"The director is very talented."
"And Kim Seonho is very handsome."
You tilted your head, studying her. "Are you trying to make yourself more jealous, or...?"
"Maybe I just want you to reassure me more." She was definitely fighting a smile now.
"You're ridiculous" you said fondly, standing up and settling onto the couch beside her properly. She immediately curled into your side. "But fine. Kim Seonho is handsome, but he's not you. He doesn't have your smile or your laugh or the way you scrunch your nose when you're concentrating. He doesn't know how I take my coffee or that I can't sleep without your goodnight texts when we're apart. He's a great actor and a nice person, but baby” you turned her face to yours gently, "he's not even in the same universe as you."
The living room had gone suspiciously quiet. When you looked around, all eight members were watching you with various expressions ranging from soft (Mina, Jihyo) to wickedly amused (Dahyun, Nayeon).
"That was actually really romantic" Chaeyoung said. "I'm impressed."
Sana hid her face in your shoulder. "Everyone stop looking at us."
"You're in our living room having a moment" Jeongyeon pointed out. "We live here."
"Did we miss anything in the drama?" you asked, trying to redirect attention.
"Oh, we paused it" Nayeon held up the remote. "We weren't going to miss this."
"You paused my drama to watch us argue?"
"Obviously" Tzuyu said. "This was way more entertaining."
Sana lifted her head, still nestled against you. "For the record, I'm not actually mad. Maybe a tiny bit jealous."
"A tiny bit?" Momo raised her eyebrows.
"A reasonable amount of jealous" Sana amended. "A normal girlfriend amount."
You kissed her forehead. "You're allowed to be jealous. I'd be climbing the walls if I watched you kiss someone without warning."
"Really?" She perked up a little.
"Really. Remember when you had that drama cameo last year and just held hands with that actor? I watched that scene like fifteen times trying to see if you looked too comfortable."
"You did?" Sana's eyes went wide. "You never told me that!"
"Because I felt ridiculous about it after."
"Oh my god, you're both as bad as each other" Jihyo laughed.
"This is what we call a healthy relationship" Nayeon declared sagely. "Equal jealousy distribution."
"Can we please just watch the rest of the episode?" you pleaded. "I promise there are no more surprise kisses."
"Are you sure?" Sana asked suspiciously. "Because if there's even a hint of an another romantic scene.”
"I swear on my career, no more kisses this episode. Just good old-fashioned dramatic tension and maybe some crying."
"Crying I can handle." She settled more comfortably against you, then paused. "Wait, are you crying or is he crying?"
"Does it matter?"
"If he's crying over you, yes."
"Sana!"
"What? I need to be prepared this time!"
Nayeon pressed play before you could respond and the drama resumed. You felt Sana's hand slip into yours, fingers intertwining. When you glanced at her, she was smiling.
"I really am sorry" you whispered as a commercial played. "I should have told you."
"It's okay" she whispered back. "But maybe give me a heads up next time? My heart can't take many more surprises."
"Deal. And for what it's worth, you're a much better kisser than Kim Seonho."
"I better be. I've had two years of practice."
"And you're only getting better."
"Okay, no flirting during the drama!" Dahyun threw a cushion at you both. "Some of us are trying to watch Y/N's character have an emotional breakdown here!"
You both laughed and as the episode continued, through plot twists and dramatic revelations and yes, one scene where Seonho's character cried (which earned you a pointed look from Sana), you felt perfectly fine. The drama was doing well, your career was thriving, but this sitting in a chaotic dorm with the people you cared about most, your girlfriend warm against your side? This was what mattered.
When the episode ended and the credits rolled, Sana turned to you with serious eyes.
"So" she said solemnly. "How many more kissing scenes are in this drama?"
Eight members leaned in to hear your answer.
You grinned sheepishly. "Would you believe me if I said I'd have to check the script?"
The cushion hit you square in the face.
hear me out pervy sub momo that keeps stealing reader's worn underwear and when she finally gets caught and reader confronts her it ends up with momo getting fingered until she's crying from overstimulation
pairing. sub!hirai momo x dom!fem reader.
content warnings. fingering, masturbation, pervy behavior.
roommate!momo having a huge crush on you, but she’s too pathetic and a loser to even try to make a move on you :( she’s seriously had these feelings for you since the first day you starting sharing an apartment, and she’d love to at least be able to talk to you, but she’s too shy! unfortunately, she barely has the guts to say good morning and good night to you, she can’t even interact with you because she’s like a rat; whenever either of you cooks, she ends up eating alone in her room... and eating while thinking of you ends with her unable to stop herself from slipping a hand inside her pants and touching herself, thinking about how beautiful and charismatic you look even without trying to do it on purpose.
it’s a shame that one day you end up discovering her perverted acts just when she's in the middle of one of them... it’s really embarrassing because it’s more than just a low blow to be caught touching yourself, so she wants more than anything than to die! why did you decide to enter her room without even knocking first? your regret is really evident on your face when you try to apologize to her, but your empathy vanishes the moment you notice she was touching you because she seemed to be wearing the underwear you’d left in the laundry basket that same day...
she feels completely ashamed when, instead of reprimanding her and confronting her about her actions, you simply choose to join her in bed. and she can’t even try to ask you what you’re thinking of doing because she's speechless the moment you take her wrist, moving her hand away from her own cunt because it's obvious that it's now your job to take care of it.
Ehyy! Can I ask for a Chaeyoung ff?? You choose if fluff, smut, etc.. thanks in advance!💕
⠀ ˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐎 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄
CASTING. son chaeyoung x f!reader
CONTAINS. fluff, comfort, smoking, kissing
WORDS. 1.2k
sha note ! hi darling! 🐹💜 this was supposed to be posted for chaeyoung’s birthday, but i got stuck halfway and only managed to finish it now. i originally had this titled cigarettes after sex, but along the way, marlboro blue felt more right. right? requests are open ‹𝟹